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The day before this dream I was sick, with a temperature that rose to 99.7 from my normal temperature of 97, then dropped to 95. I couldn't sleep the night before or during the day. I finally was able to sleep at around 5 am, but only for an hour. I think the dream lasted the whole hour, but it felt like a year.

There was a murderer named Tom Tiddlediddle who ate peoples heads. The police couldn't find him but there were a lot of people who were found dead with no head, so he was still killing people the whole time.

There was also a nice alien named Hoopsha. He looked like a wrinkly old woman with white skin, but he had huge elephant ears and a pig nose. The texture and look of his skin reminded me of the Shpongle mask thing.

The whole dream was in the Egyptian desert. The Egyptians had religious ceremonies inside of stone temples, where they made tea with some cool blue flowers and meditated. At the front of the room was a clay statue with angels holding cannabis leaves.

Near the end of the dream, I was talking to Hoopsha. He moved closer and calmly told me to look at his wrinkled skin. He asked me if it looked familiar. I don't remember my answer. Then his calmness turned to an evil stare as he said "I'm Tom Tiddlediddle". His face morphed into a human's face. He slowly opened his mouth, knowing that I was paralyzed with fear. I woke up still feeling scared and confused.

Tea Store Sex

I was in a store that sold tea. It had a very open floor-plan. There were a few tables set up with teas and information. I thought I didn't need anything because I know a little about tea, but then I thought that this would be the perfect place to learn more about tea, and maybe to pick up a nice one.

I asked if they had any information on tea. I asked about information on ECGC's, and the corrected myself as the salesman corrected me, "EGCG."

There were women everywhere. I realized I was dreaming. Time to pick one out and go to work.

I liked the little oriental number. I thought about undoing my pants, but I ddn't want any trouble, and my lucid's have been short lately, so I figured I'd just cop a feel.

I put my hand down her shirt, and of course her shirt is now a turtleneck. I fought my way under it and felt her titty. I didn't really feel it., but I was cupping her breast.

I moved my hand down her pants. I felt her lace panties, moved down, and kind of felt her hair. I put my middle finger in her vagina. She was a little dry, so I took it slow. I pushed in a little at a time and finally pushed it in all the way. Yea!

Then I started kissing her. It was delicious. I sucked her tongue as she pulled it out of my mouth. Her tongue became very long. I enjoyed it as she pulled her long tongue slowly out of my mouth.

She had a pretty vagina, but eventually I think I
lost lucidity. She moved away from me. I said, "OK, just wait a minute. I held her and asked, "If this is my dream, why don't you want to?" I forgot what she said.

I then saw a man taking pictures of an oil spot in a parking lot, and I was looking for an old Lincoln I used to own.

The End

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dreamcharacters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes


Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.



Dream #1 School investigation, and spotting Link.


Im walking with two beautiful ladies. One is a black chic with long curly black hair and looks like Janet Jackson. The other is a white chic who reminds me of Julia Roberts. We are walking down a hall talking about investigating the school, because someone here is not doing there job correctly or something like that. I walk past a guy who looked just like Link, He was talking to this asian chic, and this black chic. Link had a blackpack on, and he was wearing some black pants, with some black and white sneakers, and a white shirt with buttons. His hair was cut, and he seemed to be telling them jokes about something.

He had a very calm personality, and seem to be quite popular with a few people he left the class with. The women i was with were telling me that we have to find the teacher who is not doing his job right. I follow the women and the dream suddenly shifts.



False Awakening.


Im asleep in my 2nd house, and wake up from my chair and fix me something to eat. I decided i had a taste for some fried fish with a mango salad so i started to fix that. I suddenly feel like i am not supposed to be eating because it feels late?
I question this a bit, and start looking for a clock. I hear my celphone alarm and wake up from the dream.




5:30 - 5:50 am. Did plenty of subconscious training, and plenty of reality checks with my totem.




Dream #2 Tea In New Zealand, and discussing dreams with a lady.

Spoiler for Theme Of The Dream:

Im walking with a lovely looking Aussie, who is showing me around her neighborhood. She looks to be in her early 30's, had curly reddish hair, she wore bergundy blouse, and black pants with tan open toe sandals. She invites me in to her home, and we sit down and talk about dreams. She heads to the kitchen table, and asks me...

"Is it possible for us to meet again soon? I would love for you to meet my nephew, he is really interested in dreams."

"Certainly."

She comes back to the living room with two tea cups on a tray. She turns on the radio, and that song from the spoiler bar is playing.

"I can rememeber playing this song when i was a little girl, and falling asleep to it."

"Well i must admit, it is a very relaxing song.

I sip my tea and we start talking about dreams, and being able to share dreams with other people. I mention to her has she ever used a totem before, and she says...

"You see this necklace? I have my husbands initials imprinted on it. He died years ago."

"Im sorry for your lost."

She tells me that she uses that necklace as a totem. I reach in my pocket and grab my hawk coin totem. I show it to her, and explain to her how i became lucid in many of my dreams.

"We seem to share a common interest in dreams."

(She chuckles)

"Goodness i know. Im glad you are here, you are such a nice guy."

" Thank you. You are a very lovely woman yourself."

We exchange smiles and we start arranging a meeting again with one another. and the dream fades and i wake up.



Final dream Frag. Looking thru my dream records.

Im in my current home looking thru my dream records, and writing notes down in my file.
Thats all i can remember.

I had three dreams last night..the 3rd one was a dream I had once before.


Dream 1:
I was in a restaurant that looked like a Bistro, but just with a tiled floor instead of a carpeted one, with weird rules like "no chairs on the speed bumps". i was having supper with a man and a woman at the table across from us, kept glaring at us like I was a "boyfriend stealer" after that the man and I went into a car and somehow there was a crash and the next thing I know i woke up in an hospital..and was told I was the only survivor of the car crash which killed both the "boyfriend" and the "jilted girlfriend".

Dream 2:
Same restaurant expect this time it seemed to have been placed in my grandparents' home. I guess I just got married it seems since I saw a glimpse of a veil on my head and at the reception. There was an obese woman with a young kid and then there was someone who looked like a former librarian at my library and the obese woman asked me to move..and the other woman said something rude (I can't remember what she said) but I got very angry said "I'm going to go eat in the dinning room by myself" even though my parents who were there pleaded me to stay at the table.

3rd dream (dream I had before):
I seem to be in my grandparents' house and my grandparents aren't the ones who own it (In the dream) but a middle-age man and wife. I was in the kitchen (with two other people) ...(Technically I should say that besides me..there were the "dream owners", the two people in the kitchen with me, and two in the living room who got knocked out or something but the last two tried to grab me) and I do something and somehow people came through the door of the kitchen and it was like a indoor version of the famous chase scene from Oliver Twist..just that I wasn't caught..the other 4 people were. I guess a couple of years later I go back to the same house..and..I use the kitchen's sink, and the "dream owners" now elderly came rise up from nowhere in slow motion, and the woman had a flying pan. But instead of hitting me, They made me a pot of tea.

I was in line at some kind of a restaurant. I never actually saw the restaurant, but I was in line to eat. I think it was a buffet style. Lots of people were in line. It was like everyone was arriving at some kind of an event.

I was self conscious in spandex shorts, but I was OK with it. I finally saw a few faces in a dream.

I spoke with a black guy in front of me who said he was 6' 3" tall. He would have been 6' 5" or 6' 6" in waking life. I couldn't believe it because I am 6'2 or so in waking life, maybe a little taller, so this guy made me feel like cheating the half inch and saying I'm 6' 3" was wa-a-y the wrong way to fudge; furthermore, his friend was a good 3-5" taller than him, but in my dream he was only an inch taller than the guy I was talking to.

I looked up and recognized the planetarium ceiling. It was very active. There were clouds and stars. Often, several shooting stars would go by at the same time, and there were several periods where there was no break between shooting stars. Sometimes only one at a time would pass, and sometimes there were none.

Once when there were no shooting stars going by, I remember saying, "Wait for it...Wait for it!" and someone else in the crowd was saying it at the exact same time. When the next shooting star went by, everyone cheered. The was much to do about the shooting stars from then on which I was glad about because I had dream memory that typically nobody noticed the ceiling.

I looked over at the wall and saw a movie of some sort with Muppet type things. They were acting crazy. I think it had to do with the excitement of the stars and a further projection of my sleeping emotion. It was a silly continuation of the excitement.

Dream skip

I was walking outside and saw a picture of a sun. It was a small, yellow circle on two stick legs. The legs were bent, knees facing outward, with lines for feet. I didn't hear it, and didn't see words written as one would expect to find on a cartoon, but it said, "This is harder than Voltaire...and Voltaire was really, really hard!"

False awakening

I was talking to a dream friend in his apartment. He made a green tea, but he didn't make me a cup. I remembered in waking life once when I hadn't made my wife a tea and thought how I would never do that again. In waking life we argued about that once.

The guy started talking to me about her and how he thought it was OK that I didn't make her the tea. He rationalized it but i didn't hear him well, so I asked him to repeat what he said. I explained I just didn't hear him well. Instead, I rephrased his comment for him--"You would do the same thing to kind of...keep her in her place?" and asked if I understood correctly. He said I did. He was a chauvinist.

He started asking me about my wife making negative insinuations. I started writing down my dream about the sun claiming responsibility for Voltaire so I wouldn't forget it.

I woke up and decided to get up, make some tea, and journal.

I took Spirulina and a B-Complex before bed.

Dream Memory

I am riding my bike with Heather on the pegs. This is my "car", and in my dream it does feel like I'm driving a car. Somehow the pedals are the gas and break, it all works out. It's quite the illusion.

I drive into the parking lot of my local cinema (the scene is very realistic, everything is in place as it is in waking life). Heather talks to me about something on Youtube. I explain how I have dreams where a building will be a major internet site like Youtube, and even recall about a "dream" (I never had this dream, though- false memory) where the cinema in front of us was Youtube, embodied as a building.

I park my bike-car in a space and explain how sometimes I forget which pedal is the break and which is the gas. I then offer that Heather and I go to the south end part of town to see the big tent of wares (I had a dream once where I did visit this place, but it doesn't exist in waking life). We start to pedal away and I forget where it is. I get behind another "car" which is actually just Ken from 30 Rock sitting in the middle of the street. We go around him.

Hot Tea Fragment

I have a cup and pot of boiling water. It's really, really hot, the smoke is rolling out really thick. I pour it into my cup, but by the time the water is inside the cup, it has disappeared into water vapor. I keep trying to fill my cup but it doesn't work. Finally after several tries, I get enough for tea.

I turn around from the kitchen area to see a big circle of people. I sit down next to my friend Chase and set my tea on the ground by my chair. (Memory loss of whatever happens here)

Now I am in a dark auditorium full of everyone from school. I'm with Autumn. This scene lasts a long time as we converse with everyone. (Another memory loss )

These are just fragments from the past few nights:
-Dreamed about reading a 5-inch-thick application manual for college.
-Dream about a tea-drinking contest.
-Dreamed that the school band went to a restaurant on a trip. I ate mac & cheese. The band teacher stood on a chair and told us all that we were going to sing for something.
Still working on my recall -_-

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a movie theatre, sitting near the front row. The theatre was kind of dim. The show hadn't started yet.

I looked behind me and over my left shoulder. A little girl sat beside her mother. The little girl was somehow dressed up as Wonder Woman. But her costume was actually more like baggy pieces of red and blue fabric. The fabric may have had stuff written on it, such as the name Wonder Woman or some kind of statements indicative of Wonder Woman.

I looked forward again, waiting for the movie to start. A little while later I looked behind myself and over my left shoulder. The girl and mother were now sitting in those seats. The girl was still wearing her costume. But the mother was also wearing a Wonder Woman costume.

The mother's costume still didn't look like Wonder Woman's outfit. The suit was tight in certain places, but in other places, like around the chest area, it bulged out, almost like a football player's shoulderpads. The outfit was mostly a dark, almost gloppy, cobalt blue, with squares of some kind of white, stony material poking out of it. The mother also had her face painted in some kind of deep blue, almost black.

For some reason, I was still turned on by the way the mother looked. I thought she had the same kind of sexiness that Wonder Woman has.

At some point, the mother stood up to leave the movie theatre. She told her daughter she would be right back. I wondered if it would be safe for the little girl to just sit here all by herself.

The little girl stared forward with a look of sadness and disappointment. I could tell that the little girl knew what was really going on with her mother.

Somehow I came to understand that the mother was going out into the lobby to meet some boy. She and the boy would run off and have sex somewhere. The girl, I understood, had been abandoned in situations like this before. She was kind of depressed that it was happening again.

Dream #2

I was at "my office," which was apparently in some kind of building like in an office park in a suburban area. I believe I was on the first floor. I sat in a big cubicle right next to a window, which let in a decent amount of natural light through partly opened blinds.

At some point, I got up and walked through a long aisle of cubicles. I walked past a small area that had a tall, round table. On the table were a few styrofome bowls of bite size Reese's peanut butter cups. I grabbed some of the candy and walked into another big room full of cubicles and offices.

I was surprised by the peanut butter cups. They came in all different flavors. Some were in dark chocolate, which I really liked.

I was back at my desk, looking at something on the internet, possibly some kind of shopping or fashion page meant for women. Some girl co-worker of mine had been standing way high up on a partition behind me and spying on me while I looked at the internet.

The woman was now something like my boss. She had decided I wasn't doing any work. So she hopped down and asked me to look at a number of different things that were apparently related to work, but which actually weren't too far different from the shopping and fashion stuff I had already been looking at.

I was now walking past the table of candies again. I walked into the second big room of cubicles and offices again. Then I headed back toward my cubicle again, passing the tall, round table of candies.

I had been thinking about the peanut butter cups. The bite size ones were so small, I'd thought, that one or two just wasn't enough. I'd wanted to take a whole handful, but I didn't want people to think I was a pig. I'd wished there was something on the table that was big enough so I could take only one and still have my hunger satisfied.

I now looked in the styrofome bowls. There were now packages of Pop Tarts in each of the bowls. I was happy to have something big to eat. But, I thought, Pop Tarts always only have sweet flavors, like Strawberry. But, to my surprise, I now saw a bowl with packages of Reese's peanut butter cup flavored Pop Tarts!

I went for the peanut butter Pop Tarts. But as I did, a male co-worker lunged at the bowl. He didn't grab anything. He just blocked the bowl. He didn't say anything regarding the Pop Tarts, but as he spoke to me he made it clear that he was keeping me from the Pop Tarts because he knew I wanted them.

I acted like I didn't want the peanut butter Pop Tarts, like I didn't care about them at all. After a few seconds of looking at the bowls and trying to figure whether I could actually get at the peanut butter Pop Tarts somehow, I finally just grabbed a handful of bite size peanut butter cups and walked back to my desk.

Dream #3

It was either late night or early morning. It was pitch black outside. I was near "my work," but I was in some kind of place like a red-brick sidewalk "Main Street" area in a small town.

I was looking for something to take with me to the office for breakfast. I couldn't quite remember the place I always went to for breakfast, and I now couldn't seem to find it. Instead, I walked into a nearby restaurant.

Inside, the place reminded me of a Pret-a-Manger. I thought to myself, I can't get breakfast here! This is where I get lunch! But, since I couldn't remember how to get to my breakfast place, I just decided to stick with this place.

I went to grab a coffee. But the coffee area was set up really strangely, in a really small place. A stout, older, black woman was making herself a tea. She was completely blocking the coffee. I had to wait for her to finish.

When the woman finished, I quickly moved to the spouts to make myself a coffee. I had to rush in, because some other guy was already starting to jostle against me to get to the coffee.

For some reason, I was making myself a tea, not a coffee! I was even pouring honey in the tea. Somehow I convinced myself that at a certain point, the tea-appearance of my drink would change to a coffee-appearance.

The guy next to me was really jostling against me now, trying to freak me out and make me leave before I'd finished making my coffee/tea. I looked the person in the face and was surprised to see that it was a co-worker of mine! He'd followed me to a restaurant again!

(IWL, this co-worker times his lunches, and sometimes even his trips to the bathroom, against mine. It kind of creeps me out.)

I elbowed my co-worker in the stomach really hard. I didn't even know why I did it. He seemed really hurt. I was kind of happy that he was hurt, but I didn't want to get in trouble at work for having done something like this. So I apologized.

But as I apologized, my co-worker got up in my face, as if he thought he was going to freak me out. For some reason, I grabbed both his arms. I had both his arms in a grip that he couldn't get out of. I kept trying and trying to break my co-worker's arms. But I couldn't.

The whole time, my co-worker just stayed right in front of my face. He didn't say anything. I started yelling at him that I was tired of him taunting me at work, that I was tired of him spying on me, and that I was tired of him following me around when I go outside or go to the bathroom.

I'm in my car, on my way to Stocky.
I want a roll up but obviously, i can't because i'm driving. So, i pull up around the corner. And then i'm in some kind of shelter, sat down, having a cig on some really big road bridge. It was busy, anyway, but more and more people start coming in- young people and families.
Then the location changer to someone's house. This guy is chatting up this girl. And for some reason, i make him a brew.
Then me and Am are talking. I light a cig for her. Then the random girl that the guy had being trying to chat up changed to her. I start teasing her about being chatted up by this guy.

I'm in my car, on my way to Stocky.
I want a roll up but obviously, i can't because i'm driving. So, i pull up around the corner. And then i'm in some kind of shelter, sat down, having a cig on some really big road bridge. It was busy, anyway, but more and more people start coming in- young people and families.
Then the location changer to someone's house. This guy is chatting up this girl. And for some reason, i make him a brew.
Then me and Am are talking. I light a cig for her. Then the random girl that the guy had being trying to chat up changed to her. I start teasing her about being chatted up by this guy.

I'm at a family members house, and there are people who I used to know well running around and basically trashing the place. They're all angry with me because I've decided I'm going to move to Hawaii. There were some smelly, gross people I didn't know and I grabbed them and threw them out of the house. They did not like this.

There was a girl, a dream character, who began yelling at me. She said that I wasn't going anywhere with my life and that I've never done anything real. She began putting makeup on her face and screaming. I stood there arguing with her about all the things I've accomplished in my life, telling her that I had done awesome things and that I was going to go places and do even more awesome things.

They got in their car and I got in mine.

The dream switched to me sitting in my old bedroom. There was nothing in the room except a bed, and two of my friends were sitting on it. They were drinking alcohol and kept offering it to me. I kept saying that I didn't want any, and they kept taunting me and teasing me. I said I wanted to make a pitcher of tea, and seconds later I was setting down a pitcher of tea. I turned around for a moment and when I turned back the girl sitting there said that she had put alcohol in the tea. "Don't worry," she said, "I diluted it with water so you won't taste it that much if you're worried." At this point I got really angry and yelled that they had tainted my tea. All I wanted was a cup of tea, and I had to drive soon to get to Hawaii.

Next thing I know, I'm driving down a long, bleak highway. Soon I'm going under overpasses and swooping stealthily in and out of traffic. There were large gaps that looked like exits, but then they would lead to nowhere or go upside down and curve along bridges so if you were to take them you would have to drive upside down. I didn't. I remember thinking to myself that if there weren't cars driving on this highway that it would be an excellent place for skateboarding.

I made it to Hawaii. I went to a cove that you had to swim through a large tunnel. I was scared to go in, it was dark and a long swim to the end where I could barely see light peeking out against the darkness. I swam across anyhow, and at the end there was a gigantic rotting yellow whale carcass. I knew that they smelled bad, because I'd encountered dead whales on the beach before. This one didn't smell bad but I plugged my nose anyhow, just in case the stench got to me.

I remember a glimpse of a map. It seemed to be computerized and zoomed far into different places on an island. I remember seeing Salvador Dali's name and thinking how I should go to his world, but then I didn't. (note: visiting there should be a lucid goal).

I remember watching a man swim far out into the ocean and find this woman... He traded bodies with her and was ecstatic to be a woman.

I think that's all.

8/17/10 – [Choline] [Melatonin] [Tension Tamer] I didn’t get to bed until 2:15AM, so my WBTB was at about 7:30. I initially had a lot of trouble going to sleep and keeping still, until I decided to listen to some binaural beats. I laid down on my back with my arms close to my body, like the fetal position. I laid there for a while listening to the beats with no effect, for about 20 minutes. Then I fell asleep.
I remember a short dream where I was playing some kind of video game with a zombie alien. I had “3 bronze medals” on that particular level, and I had a conversation with one of my close friends on Steam while playing it. I remember telling him I just unlocked a new character and I could “swing” with him, instead of using a gun. Then the dream ended and I presumably went into a DEILD from there.
All I remember is darkness, then I realized I was in SP, making me come to the realization I was dreaming. I could feel it, and my dream was affected by the things happening in the real world. It felt like there cold boney hands grabbing my hands as I lay in blackness. I was amazed by how easily I could stay calm and reverse my thoughts. I thought of the hands as a bar support for a roller coaster, then all of a sudden I was riding front seat in a wooden roller coaster! I rode for about 10 seconds before I heard the ocean sounds from the binaural beats, which I attributed to the sound of wind, and then the roller coaster was in mid air, very high up.
My little dachshund sleeps next to me in bed and frequently kicks his feet when he sleeps. At this point, his legs kicked my arm and got ‘caught’ on my bicep. I felt this in the dream and knew what it was from instantly. It felt very particular. The roller coaster seemed to disappear and I was falling through the air. I couldn’t do anything at that point. I was just freefalling in the middle of a blank sky. It was intense. I soon started flying by numbers that count down, starting with 100. I assume this was counting down to the ocean or ground.

I didn’t stay long enough to find out as I woke up at about 30. Crazy.

Cameras and Nets:
I was in some place, outside in the open, in a garden. I was fixing a camera to take automatic pics with someone important and changed the brightness of it, since, I was looking at the camera’s LCD and it became brighter as I played with it. The dream skips and I remember that there was a lady who was using something to swing stuff over her large white house. I think she swung a dog using a net to her backyard.

Mixture:
I was on a university campus and in the library since there were some chairs and I think I saw some book shelves. I decided to drink some tea so I boiled some water, added some sugar to the tea and drank it. I enjoyed it and decided to make some more. After the brewing was finished, I added some sugar but it was a bit too much, so, I asked my dad to drink some with me. I think he might have refused to do so. I remember seeing people playing some game which I think it was one of the pokemon ones. Dream skips and I come into my home for lottery. I think I was working an alarm job!

Thoughts: Just odd dreams, nothing else to add