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Have had several dreams over the last two weeks. Can't remember the exact dates of them though. I have a few more besides these three that I want to type up too. I'll get them typed up when I get some more time.

Exact Date Unknown
Normal Dream: "Its prehistory, brother!"
Series: The Mind of a Gamer, Episode 8



I started playing a video game in the dream and soon was "inside" the the game. It was an open world game with various missions, much like Grand Theft Auto. Only, the setting was in prehistoric times. The plant life was huge, and cavemen were the human population. Also, many dinosaurs roamed the world. I was running down these various paths of yellow-ish sand that formed the road. There was a radar on my watch that also displayed in the top corner of my view. Apparently, I was sent back in time, so I had several present day gadgets, etc. Also, several other present day humans had been sent back in time and I was searching for them.

I followed the radar and came upon a wooden shack. I entered the shack and could see my game character's girlfriend tied to a wooden chair. As I untied her, I heard a familiar voice from the back of the cabin, "It's prehistory, brother!" The back door was kicked open with a bang and out walked Hulk Hogan. He was decked out in caveman gear and had a bone in his famous handle-bar mustache. I tried several different attacks on him, like smashing a chair over his head and throwing these ninja star-like bones at him. Nothing seemed to damage him, it only slowed him down. Somehow, I knew that he would 1HKO me if he caught me, so I kept my distance. Finally, I just decided to run away after knocking him off-balance with another chair. My girlfriend followed me as we ran down the road. I had to fight a couple raptors that were patrolling the path we were on. I had a bone-club the size of a baseball bat and it worked well on them. Hogan was following us still, but he wasn't very fast.

We came to a clearing when I felt/heard the pounding of some "Jurassic Park vibrations." I then realized that I had to lure Hogan into the jaws of a T-Rex while avoiding both 1hko scenarios. I spotted the T-Rex approaching from one angle and hogan from the other. Right when we were all three about to collide, the power cut out in my dream. I immediately tried to remember when I had last saved. While I was waiting for the power to cut back on, I either woke up or forgot the rest of the dream.

Series Details
With the dream series, "Mind of a Gamer," the gaming world and the dreaming world collide to produce a lucid paradise. Read as I take video game scenarios to the next level. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



Exact Date Unknown
Lucid Dream 528: Disney by Putin
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 18
DILD
Technique: ADA



I can't remember much about the start of the dream. First thing I remember, I'm at an indoor theatre. It is pretty dark and loaded with people. As I look around, I can't figure out where I am or what I am doing there. I immediately become lucid after this thought. All of the people have now become large stuffed animals. Mostly bears, but some are other animals. I noticed that every single one of them is looking in my direction. It was a bit creepy. They also keep shifting positions whenever I wasn't looking at them When they started all getting closer to me, I decided it was time to just exit that theatre, lol. I flew up to the door and left.

I now noticed I was in Disney World, but it was located in an old school Communist Russia setting. There were soldiers posted at every line for the rides/attractions. I could see people being yelled at and punished for being to loud or not standing in straight lines. I also saw some signs that were anti-screaming/shouting signs and said, "Enjoy rides on the inside," and had a picture of cheering crossed out. I just walked around and observed this bizarre scenario. There were gun vendors and drug dealers set up everywhere. Though, these were all hidden from plain sight due to the large amount of military soldiers patrolling the area. After walking around a bit and seeing nothing too interesting, besides some giant headshots of Putin with ridiculous quotes that I can no longer remember, I decided to try and find the Rainforest Cafe. I figured it would be awesome in a dream. I took flight, but felt the dream slipping. I awoke soon later.

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



Exact Date Unknown
Lucid Dream 529: Road Trip-y
Series: Friends, Episode 15
DILD
Technique: ADA



I was at Walmart and walked by a woman opening one of the freezers. Suddenly, a dead body fell out as she let out a scream. I tried to make my way through the crowd of on-lookers. When suddenly a guy behind the crowd got crushed to death. The room from the Call of Duty:AW map, Bio Lab, that lowers down part way through the game had came down in walmart and crushed him. The store started to panic from all the deaths, so I just left. I was semi-lucid during this time and became fully lucid outside in the parking lot.

I looked around for something to do when I spotted Brandon and Mike getting into his SUV. I ran over and hopped in as well. Wilson was in the back seat too. Brandon was in the driver's seat, but we were all kind of driving the vehicle with our minds. We began a sideways slide and drove in a giant looping circle. As we slid, we passed through houses, trees, and other objects like glitching through objects in a video game. While we were passing through the objects, they became clear with lines outlining their structure. Much like a video game glitch.

After doing a few loops, we straightened out the car and began driving on the road. The road had now turned trippy and colorful. It reminded me of Rainbow Road from Mario Kart. After driving on it for a while, I decided to fly the car. I lifted it up and flew just a few feet above the street. Everyone else took over the flying as I laid on my back and looked at the roof. We were now in a large RV. I used my mind to start peeling back the roof of the RV as I wanted to look at the sky as we drove. Once I peeled off the metallic roof, I could see the blue sky and clouds passing by as we drove. I started playing the "cloud game" as I relaxed. The cloud game is simply cloud gazing and using your mind's creativity to make a picture out of the shape of the cloud. We used to play it a lot during baseball practice back in high school and college.

After relaxing a bit, I sat up and started flying the car again. Soon we were flying over flat ground and the environment began to look like a PS1 style video game graphics. We were flying over low resolution video game characters. They were playing various sports. One group was playing baseball. I spotted Babe Ruth in the group. Not sure how I knew it was him since it was low resolution. Anyway, the homerun fence was actually just a plateau to a higher elevated area. On this area, there was a football game being played. We eventually flew over another plateau and there was a basketball game being played. It was the UNC Tarheels and Jordan was on their team. The next plateau we reached had Jordan playing for the Bulls. I decided to control him with my mind. He performed a sick dribble move and then jumped cartoonishly high in the air and dunked the ball while his shoes ignited into flames. Much like NBA Jam characters.

I forgot some of the dream here, but next thing I remember, I was inside a house and I kicked a random toy on the ground and it hit a passerby in the eye. He looked at me and said, "It's ok, now I look like the toy!" I looked and the toy had one eye open and one eye closed like the guy. I woke up sometime after this, but can't remember much more of the dream.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

Non-lucid
I'm in an unfamiliar house in the woods. I'm in the bedroom, and it has a large bed. It could fit a few people in it. "Good," I think, "this is good since we're camping." I hear a few other people having fun outside.
I turn to the bed, where Julie is curled up and trying to sleep. I get all of my stuffed animals, six in total, and move toward the bed, when Julie says "You can only bring two!" I pouted but chose two of my favorites, a pink cat and a yellow dog. Then I crawl into bed next to her and fall asleep.
Then, I wake up.

Morning of May 10, 2014. Saturday.



In this dream, my wife and I appear to be living at my sister Marilyn’s old house in Wisconsin. However, there is also a focus on another person who lives there, but I am not sure of his identity. It is possible he was a coworker relative to Three Rivers Enterprises/Eco Three and associated with 20 Copeland Avenue or Trane Company - it is in the back of my mind, but I cannot make the full connection now.

Over time, a few strange things related to vandalism occur. I also see that the lawn needs mowing. The house is oriented in an odd way, with what would be the back of the house facing west into the backyard in reality seemingly being the front part facing into the “backyard” in my dream. The mailbox is on my left when facing the house (from the “backyard”), and the space between houses is quite a bit larger, with more of a garden-like area mostly for fancy shrubs.

At one point, seemingly in early afternoon, there is a disturbance of some kind outside, but we are not sure of what had happened. I go out to check the mail and I notice that the metal mailbox is smashed and flattened, with the lid partly detached on one side. (This is based on a real event where a random younger male we did not know smashed our metal mailbox later at night and kicked it down the street as he was walking. The police were already arriving in the area by that point, as he had done something at a nearby house as well.) I also notice two business letters sort of hanging on the top of a shrub near the back of the mailbox, one envelope half out from the mailbox. I notice other minor damage around the outside of the house.

At this point, an insane man comes to the house and is apparently the one who had been vandalizing the place. I go inside to get a large steel barbel to use as a weapon. He is carrying a paper sack and it seems I supposedly owe him for something that he feels was done to him. I am not sure of the implications. It is a man I have not seen for over thirty years. His name was Ted and he was supposedly a recovering alcoholic when I knew him. He manages to push in through the front door as I and the other unknown male are attempting to hold it closed. I bash him with the large steel bar several times and seemingly kill him. The paper sack he had been carrying has two different plant species which may be narcotic, though this is not certain. One looks more like orange-and-green mottled Japanese maple leaves (that do supposedly resemble marijuana leaves) and the other a bit like fully white sand spur plants (full of white fuzzy “burs” or “spurs” as such down the stalk). Each plant type is partially in a transparent bag within the paper sack, but a lot of the maple leaves are loose in the sack. I decide to keep the sack to hide somewhere to avoid any problems or misplaced suspicion should others show up. In a different room, I put the sack up through a hole on the right side of the underside of the top sofa compartment that is over the wooden part that is used for storage. (This is actually just like my old sofa bed in Florida, but I did not stick anything in the area with the torn canvas on the underside.)

We then move his remains to the metal (old-style cylindrical) garbage bin in the middle of the “backyard” near the south end (again, which supposedly serves as the “front yard” in my dream). By that point, there seems to be an additional bag but I do not look in it, as that goes into the trash can as well. Looking down, Ted has turned into a smaller teddy bear with torn areas and some stuffing coming out. His “body”, lying on his back, does not even cover the whole area of the bottom of the can (that is, nether implied closer arc segment touches either his head or feet). It still seems a bit risky to have his supposed remains in the area.

Within a short time, a car full of people drives into the yard. There is at least one female of about twenty-something, an elderly lady, a couple children, and I think at least one teenage male. They are wondering where Ted is, I think, even though he had been running around acting crazy and vandalizing the area and seemed to have recently escaped from an institution, I suspect. My wife goes over to talk to the woman (putting her head into the car) and there is something about calling the police, but this is said by the younger female who had been driving the car, which seems strange since they are the ones trespassing. We realize that they may be non-human “were-stuffed-animals” as Ted was. They only become stuffed animals when sleeping or dead, perhaps, which is apparently their “true form”. Otherwise, they are psychotic people with some sort of genetic or chemical imbalance, perhaps even originating on another planet.

This will not do, so we all get steel bars and start bashing all the people in the car and jabbing them in the head and chest through the car windows. Over time, most of them become stuffed toy animals (both rabbits and bears, I think). However, a couple get away and somehow quickly construct a railroad through the middle of the backyard, going out through the east wall of the shed and then south and beyond. From there, lots of train cars, all together in a long row, start moving out southward. This seems to mean that the railcars are full of stuffed toys which will become crazed humans (but not actually human) and threaten the entire population. They are all very similar; rectangular, and each either orange or yellow in no particular sequence. We then start bashing the railcars to stop them with only partial success as my dream fades. They seem about half the size of a real train car, but are still fairly large to stop just by bashing them.

ToTM Two Days Late

I recently made friends with Xanous who told me about SSILD. I read about it and tried it...or part of it. I was so tired I only read part of the instructions and could hardly remember them (not that it was complex).

Either my discussion with Xanous or the SSILD technique...or luck, kicked me lucid last night. What do you know?

I'm flying through a forest of pine trees, already lucid. I'm rarely lucid first thing in a dream unless it's a nap or something.

There are many trees, and they aren't really spaced the way they would be in a forest. They seemed kind of even, though not. I was going too fast, but I wasn't afraid of hitting a tree, and I wasn't really in control of my flying.

There came a momentary break in the trees, then they were back with the same odd density. I just let the dream take me. I knew Canis and Xanous were going to help me!

Soon enough I come out of the trees and see a lake. Perfect! I'll try the Task of the Month!
I looked up ToTM last night and landed on the one for January. I didn't think about that in my lucid.

I need to freeze the lake. With absolutely zero belief, I tell it to freeze and move my hands in an unconvincing display of determination. The lake does not freeze. I tried again, and then I told it to freeze and put my hand in the water. That didn't work. I tried ice skating on the water to build my belief, but that didn't work.

I saw some cars in the water. (driving of course) so I tried to catch up to them to do another optional ToTM. I needed to ask them to choose a number between 1 and 10 or 1 and 100 and see what they said. I forgot which were the numbers to ask. (I just read the task again and I was supposed to say, "I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100. What number am I thinking?" so I didn't really get it right.)

I then found a mean looking, bald guy with a big head. He looked like a biker. I don't know where he was sitting, but he was dry even though I was still on the lake. I think I asked him to pick a number. He told me to leave him alone. I started poking him in the face for being a shitty DC.

Determined to do the ToTM, I left. I was now in a room. there were three people on a day bed with a bunch of small stuffed animals. They were much too old to be part of this pre-school scene. It was like an extension of the TV show they were watching with a little dog.

I asked them what they were all doing and one of them said, "It's on TV." OK, whatever. So I turn and there are now more people in the room. I ask one to choose a number between 1 and 10, then correct myself to 1 and 100. The first guy says "Lama" or "Lama 15." I can't remember, but I didn't feel as though he gave me a number so I asked the next person. I was kind of upset that he was playing games with me. The next person gave me an answer like "R" and then something else. This really wasn't funny. I just wanted a number. I moved on but don't remember what the people were saying. It didn't make sense to me so I had a hard time remembering what they said.

I may have realized that I got my answers anyway, so I decided to show off that I was lucid. I told everyone to watch me. I walked slowly and deliberately on another day bed and when I stepped off the bed, I slowly fell to the floor. Darn it! I wasn't flying well! I jumped and levitated poorly again. I kept trying, eventually using some baskets piled up to do a hand-stand, but not a good one.

When I came down, I saw my wife. I thought I would ask her to pick a number between 1 and 100. Surely she would give me a good answer. Then I thought I should advise her that she could become lucid, but I decided to get her to answer my question first, only I woke up.

This lucid was fueled by pure desperation. I've never fought this hard to save an LD that was going bad, but it paid off. I'm getting a lot of mileage out of this gladius thing.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #58: Generosity and Giants

A young woman named "Crystal Fleming" is collecting money for a charity, and I've pledged $33.13. I'm proud of my "generosity" and totally thrilled that I've found exact change down to the penny. But now I can't find Crystal. It's night, and I trudge across a snowy field to a picnic table where I think she might be waiting. But rather than Crystal, seated at the table is my friend W.

This is unexpected, and as soon as I question whether I'm dreaming, I know that I am. I tell W, "Gotta go, this is a lucid dream." His face is harshly lit, stony, and expressionless. I realize we're in a small, dark room now, getting darker by the moment. I head for the exit, but the scene fades...

Now I'm in the dark. I'm desperate for a lucid dream, though, so there's no way I'm letting this one go. I start swinging a gladius (ancient Roman sword) and willing myself to be in the Colosseum for Task of the Year. On top of this I shout, "This is still a lucid dream!"

I hear Wife muttering and rolling over nearby, and now I'm scared that I'm really yelling and waving my arms around in the bedroom. I want a lucid too badly to stop trying, though, so I jam the index and middle finger of my left hand into my mouth and start chewing on them. This all feels totally real, but I decide to ride it out to the end. If I look like a psycho, I look like a psycho. I'm not dropping this LD.

Suddenly, a sharp new dream scene forms: I'm standing on our bed, fingers in my mouth, swordless right hand swinging madly. The scene's extremely vivid, but there's a slight motion to everything that I see, like I'm slightly drunk. I hop down from the bed and run out into the hall.

The hallway outside of our bedroom is totally transformed. The carpeting is bright pink and the room is decorated floor to ceiling with stuffed animals. There's an exit to the right that doesn't exist IWL, so I explore it, curious where it leads. I find myself in a new hallway with a tall picture window overlooking an early morning street scene.

I phase through the glass out onto the street. The street is wet as if it rained overnight. A few cars pass by, headlights on. It looks like a work day that's just beginning. I fly up into the air, but my confidence isn't what it should be. My altitude is low and my speed's really pitiful. There's an entrance to a mall food court nearby, and the dream seems to be ushering me toward it. I don't resist.

In spite of the early hours, this food court is packed. It's a two story mall, so I try flying again, getting about 6 feet off of the ground and doing that slow drift again. I spot my reflection in the exit door on the opposite side of the food court. Except the reflection isn't me flying -- it's my 6'8" Uncle J walking toward the door with me flying over his shoulder. He looks solid, substantial, and real, while I look like some kind of phantasm. I look down, and he's not there. But in the glass's reflection, he's solid-looking and completely realistic.

Now I can't decide whether I'm me flying toward the door or if I'm my gigantic uncle, lumbering toward the exit on foot. I switch between feeling like I'm the one flying... then the one on foot... then both...

I raise my hand to phase through the door. Uncle J's reflection does the same. The phase fails. From below, an attractive DC calls to me, saying, "Hi! Come down here." The LD's starting to feel thin and I float down. The DC is about 30 with long, dark hair, and attractive almost to the point of absurdity. I remember reading Waggoner during my WBTB and want to ask her what she represents. I feel weak and insubstantial, though, and my voice is just a hoarse whisper. She looks at me, arms crossed, a wry smile on her face and the scene fades to black.

I was at the beach with Big Macintosh from My Little Pony. We were going to go water skiing (jet skiing?). We found the other ponies jet skiing on a nearby part of the beach that was fenced in. They were just going back and forth, the lanes were separated like in olympic pools. We went back to our spot but the dream ended.

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I was in a really old arcade, all the games were beat up and most didn't work. The only thing in good condition was a stand near the corner of the room, a game where you had to throw a ball and knock prizes out of buckets lining the walls. I tossed a ball and won a stuffed animal. My brothers and my dad came over and we kept winning stuff. There was a huge dog stuffed animal that we tried to win, but it was the only thing that didn't come down. It was close, within my reach, so I just grabbed it off the shelf since you didn't have to pay to play the game anyway. I was walking away with it when one of the guys who worked there came up to me and said "I didn't see you win that." I tried to say I did, but he didn't buy it. I can't remember exactly what happened after that, but I think he took me into a room around back. Don't know what happened past that.

Alright. Last night had a lot of dreams, and I don't know where one ends and another begins, and this is DEFINITELY not the order I had them.

I'm talking to my friends on Ventrilo, and one of my friends hears my dogs barking through my microphone, even though I'm not holding down my push-to-talk button. I get really confused as to how this is possible.

I'm a girl that is alone, left with just her stuffed animals. I play with them and talk to them. I go into this guy's apartment because I don't have anywhere to go. He lets me stay with him.

Switch POV, I'm the guy now. The girl has a special ability of being able to be 'glued' to a cross. Or maybe it's more like a magnetic thing. I dunno. She wants me to help her find a cross with Jesus on it so she can be with him. We go outside and there's this marketplace. One of the run-down shops is a Pawn Shop.

I'm in class, sitting in the front row. I don't know who my teacher is. Maybe Mr. Akemon? He gives me the homework I missed cause I missed class on Monday (don't have his class irl this semester, and he teaches history, not math like I think this dream was)

I'm climbing down a ladder, and I'm feeling sick. My teacher is worried about me and I'm just like "Nah, I'm fine." I get to the bottom of the ladder and stumble around.

Gaming Club president is teaching us something about a game that's like a mixture between Minecraft, Wakfu, League of Legends, and The Sims. I work hard on making a map until it gets late. The president says he shouldn't even be here this late.

I'm at a graduation ceremony at my old highschool's football field. I get up and walk away to do something. I don't remember much about this. Spongebob and Patrick were there, doing something that looked like it would be in a Spongebob episode. I walk back to the graduation ceremony with a blanket draped over me perfectly so it looks like a cloak. I think about how perfect it would be for my special occasion speech in my Communications class.

I start to sit down beside my sister and they tell me not to cause something happened to the chair. I look at it and there's some weird stuff on it, so I sit on the corner.

There's some sort of infomercial for a disease, showing it spreading and talking about how everyone wants to touch it to see how it feels. It looked like a burn scar, so this might just be a translation into me wanting to know what a burn scar feels like (because of Katawa Shoujo. <3 Hanako)

False Awakening. I'm thinking about going back to bed so I can WBTB, but then I notice it's 3 PM. I get on Vent and ask my friend what I should do and he is confused as to why I would go back to sleep at 3 PM.

Another False Awakening. I'm in my kitchen talking to my sister, then she sits on the ground.

(I promise you not all of my entries will be about nightmares, haha, just gotta get this one out of the way first.)

I was 8 and living in Wyoming at the time when I first had this nightmare, and it's the first nightmare I can remember (and like I said in my other posts I mostly have anxiety dreams, only have had 2 nightmares I can remember). I've had this come up when I was 8 twice (about 6 months after it first happened, right before I turned 9), again when I was 12 right after we moved to Nevada, and when I was 15 I had a dream that spotlighted a scene from this particular nightmare.

It's mostly in first person, which I rarely dream in. I'm my 8-year-old self, walking around my house in Wyoming like it's a regular old boring day. It's really sunny outside, so all the nights are turned off and all the fans are turned on. My sister's nowhere to be found, I assume she's at a friend's house or something. My parents are out in the backyard, so I find myself wandering the rooms looking around aimlessly. I go back in my room and find my doll, who turns out to be Cynthia, the same doll Angelica has in the Rugrats cartoon. I held her up, exaimined her, and then looked at my bed. Normally I had a few of my stuffed animals surrounding the pillows, but all of my stuffed animals had turned into dolls or stuffed humans. The moment I see these on my bed, the sky outside turns orange and thick, like there's a fire nearby. I glance at the window then glance at the door and run for the backyard. The sky is so thick it's almost red as I run out through the garage and patio onto the grass. There I'm horrified to see both of my parents are engulfed in flames. But what makes this less horrifying is that they are giant stuffed bears, almost like they're wearing mascot costumes. I know they are my parents, but I'm suddenly understanding that all humans are now stuffed bears and all stuffed animals are dolls or stuffed humans. My parents are running around in circles, screaming and on fire, making little footprint-shapes of fire on the grass which is starting more of the fire. I'm hearing dramatic music in the background that's telling me it's gonna get worse. I can't get my legs to move so I can get to them to help them. I'm screaming for them and going "No!" and all that dramaticness an 8-year-old can possess as she's seeing her parents go up in flames. As I'm screaming, I wake up, realizing my face is wet from crying and I'm mouthing the words "No, no no no..."

The waking up bit has happened each time I've had it until the dream I had at 15. The only thing I remember from it was that my parents were in it asking me "remember what happened 7 years ago?" and I have a little thought bubble pop over my head with the scene of my parents as giant stuffed bears screaming and running around on fire.

TA DA

My house was a combination of my present home, my childhood home, and my Grandparents Victorian home. My GF was with me, and I got the impression other people were around the house but early in the dream I didn't see them. The visuals were vibrant and realistic.

I asked my GF to wait for me in the attic for some reason. She had just taken a shower and agreed happily. I went into the bathroom after she got out, and I could hear her moving around the floor above me. (Hearing people through walls is a dream sign: Dream 005 & Blackbird Flying) I went down stairs, which led to a weird mix of my Grandparents Victorian and my childhood home. My Mom was down there in a ground level green sitting room. It had a small curtained window with blue dusk light spilling out around the edges of the curtain. She was day dreaming or deeply in thought. We had small talk for a while.

I decided not to keep my GF waiting any longer, I entered my middle bedroom which actually exists in my present house. Inside the closet, there was an extremely old looking pull down latter. I climbed up the latter about 10ft into a small square attic with four shelves. On the shelves were lots of stuffed animals and books. I felt confused. I saw no where else to go. (Recall gets hazy.) From behind me someplace came a woman I took to be one of my cousins, but, never got a clear look at her and didn't recognize her. She pointed out a black and white brochure that recorded the history of one of my ancestors who's books were stored in this attic. There were many unusual sounding books (none of which I recall the exact name of). I remember thinking, a few of these books I would like to "check out" of this library. (Recall gets hazy.)

After looking at the brochure, the space in the attic had opened up. There was a series of rooms situated on the beams in the attic precariously. None had walls, some "rooms" required a leap over weak "fall through" points between beams. There was a group of family members up there with me by this point. None who I recognized or recall clearly. I was fascinated by the familiar location , and the dangerous areas of the attic. (Recall gets hazy.) I looked out an attic window and the view was consistent with a view from the roof of my Grandparents Victorian home (which does have an attic). *I saw two brown hawks flying away. One of them was wearing a strange pendant. I was worried how I "lost" my girlfriend. I was still watching the Hawks fly away from an old looking house about attic height. I heard a voice attempting to reassure me:

"Do not worry about her. Many of your family members were abducted from this attic, and returned." -I woke up.

The attic dream location is olden. There is no accessible attic space in my present home, or any home I have lived in.

I'm extremely happy to have logged current dreams that are consistent in ways with my dreams from over 10-years ago. I was wondering if a lot of our old dream themes get retired. Some of my dreams from the late 90's clearly featured elements from early childhood, but my recent dreams didn't seem too. The other problem was, when I did get the sense I had dreamed of an older theme, for some reason those dreams were more difficult to remember. I would recall only a vague impression of a distorted home.

Likewise, part of my goals for mapping dreamland included using my home as a gateway to old dream locations and repressed dream memories. In 11-months of efforts, this dream is the first with vivid recollection of childhood dream archetypes. Although I've had dream fragments of secret passages and elevators leading to weird but familiar dream locations.

(*) Birds flying is becoming a nightly dream sign. It's resulted in levels of lucidity in repeated dreams.