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I am sitting at a table in my old high school's cafeteria.*

*I am not sure if this is merely a fleeting fragment of a separate dream in and of itself or if it is a precursor/transition to:

I am in New Orleans, sitting at a table - circular, black wrought iron - on the sidewalk outside of a series of buildings that include: The Boot, The Mushroom and Crepes a la Cart. At my table are a mix of people I knew from high school and college. There are a few more tables, of the same type, on either side of me. They have the same general mix of high school and college acquaintances. I vaguely recall that one of the adjacent tables has the "tier 1" cool kids and my table has the "tier 2" still-cool-but-not-as-cool-kids (reminiscent of the popularity hierarchy of lunch tables at my middle school).

One of the kids, either at my table or the adjacent table, ask if I had sex with this one girl; she is sitting at one of the two tables (my recollection is hazy as to which). I, at least in my dream, was certain that I did in fact have sex with her (I have no idea where the absolute certainty in my dream came from). However, I don't answer the question directly, instead I nonchalantly shrug off the question in a way that indicates that I did, but I prefer to be a coy dick about it.

People get up and start to leave. A guy at my table is frantically looking around. I see, now that everyone has gotten up, that there is a bunch of junk strewn under the table. I bend down to look and see a man's bra* on the ground as well as a wad of money. The guy searching tell me he is looking for a credit card, which I see it on the ground, under a chair, and hand to him.

*Literally no idea why - however I explicitly clarified that the bra was a man's in the dream journal I use upon walking up (it is to be noted that I wrote it in a half-sleep daze).

Next Dream:

I am looking in a mirror and see that one of my bottom teeth, in the middle of the bottom row, is sticking out higher than the rest and is quite loose/wobbly. I doesn't hurt though. I decide to get it looked at. In order to get to the dentist I go to Ochsner Hospital in New Orleans and use this pseudo-helicopter contraption I find there. It is incredibly small, similar in scale to a smart car - if not smaller, and very high tech; there is just enough room inside to sit down comfortably. From the Hospital it autopilots me to the dentist. Directly in front of me is a flat screen monitor that displays where I am as there are no windows. The screen shows me circling the entire world, in maybe 30 seconds, before crossing back over North America to New Orleans. During the trip these mechanical arms come out and give me a shot of something into my mouth which I vaguely remember as fleetingly numbing my mouth (possibly Novocain).

I land on the roof of a building and flatten/fold up the pseudo-copter so that I can carry it around with me; it is very light. I make my way down to a hallway with doors for medical and business related offices on either side. My dentist (in the dream - not reality)* is in this hallway. However, I find a different business when I walk into his office. I slip out before anyone sees me and walk back and forth down the hallway thinking that I may have used the wrong door. After a few rounds I check the sign outside the should-be office door. Apparently, the dentist had changed offices, but did not inform me.

*He is, in reality, an old family-friend and a physician my family often goes to in NYC, but for whatever reason he is my dream dentist.

At a stand still I look down the hallway and see Hulk Holgan (HH), in a business suit, talking to a tall black man with short dreadlocks also in a suit. I listen in and hear that the man has hired HH to do a commercial for his burger chain. HH asks for a few minutes to get ready before the commerical starts filming and the chain owner walks into his office.

As I walk by HH offers to give my tooth a look. I readily agree and offer, in turn, to help him with a slogan for the burger commercial. While checking out my tooth, HH tells me that he was thinking of using "like a million dollars" as the slogan. I think for a second and try "better than cashing a paycheck" which he likes more. HH then pulls out my tooth and I immediately feel better. However, there is now a large gap in the middle of my bottom row of teeth. HH says that I can get a filling later, but it wouldn't close the gap, only make it more stable; I'm not too happy about that, but there is nothing I can do about it at the moment.

I look around see LaMarcus Aldridge (LA) standing next to HH and me. He offers to go get food with me, but HH tells me not to, that it isn't such a good idea. I ignore him and, with LA, I walk down the hallway. We head outside into a fairly hard rain and I realize that I am at the University of Texas. LA jogs over to an outside basketball court where the University of Texas basketball team is practicing. LA joins them as I walk over to watch the practice. Right past the end of the court, on the side closest to me, is a line of marching band drummers practicing.

The drummers are in a single file line and all decked out in marching band uniforms. At one side of the line is an administrative-looking older gentleman handing out diplomas and shaking the hands. I walk wast the line and see, about 8 feet beyond the drum line, an adjacent line of brass players (trumpets, etc.) playing their instruments. I keep walking and move past the brass line coming to a small and long hill that levels out into a paved parking lot. The father of an old friend of mine is standing at the top. He shakes my hand and congratulates me on graduating (I think - the dream gets hazy and I wake up around this point).

Yesterday i couldn't recall my dream, but today I could.

fragment 1:
I was standing in the middle of my room with my back to the door. There was a lot of sunshine shinning through the window. I was happy and wanted to wear a blue summer dress. So I dressed myself in the dress, but for some reason I found that I needed to go to 'the New Yorker' (a store) to buy bloomers (wikipedia says: Bloomers are divided women's garments for the lower body.). I have never worn bloomers (except for a lolita photo shoot for my friend)(I am not a lolita, but I love the clothing). So I knew I had the first period of, that was enough time to buy them.
Than there was something with my friend Elianne, but I didn't know/couldn't recall what.

Fragment 2:
I was seeing the right side of my bottom teeth. And we (don't know who that consist of) were talking about that they were good and healthy.

Fragment 2. Using a filter on Google to filter out things I didn’t want to include in my search. Some where:

Pokemon Black & White __?__
Some other Pokemon stuff
Hot women on bikes (#)

(#) = the number of results for the topic it would filter out

Fragment 3. Talking to a character from Digimon, they say they used a gun. They say they saw a bright light like the sun, and the character I am thinks back to the light that they saw in the past, coming from an older Ken, who is being photographed (though there wasn’t actually a light).

It had the meaning of ‘when certain children see Digimon, they become Chosen Children, so the gun!kid was special’. The character POVs were confusing, I feel like the characters were Daisuke and maybe Taichi?

Fragment 4. Sherlock or Khan was sitting on a chair, mom was there too on a couch. I was sitting on the right or on the floor in front of it. It’s a little confusing, but he was either playing the violin or showing us something on TV. There was some really pretty instrumental music playing, but I couldn’t stop snickering because he was making some funny movement.

-Jump-

I’m freaking out because there’s something wrong with my right canine, it feels out of place. I go to the kitchen where mom is on the phone with my aunt. (Sherlock/Khan has left, although it was a different house then.) I want her to get off and help me, but while she’s looking at me, she doesn’t seem to be getting off anytime soon.

I go to the nearby bathroom and look in the mirror. Rather than teeth, my canines look like they’re made out of my gums.

Alarm goes off.

Inspiration: I finished rewatching Star Trek Into Darkness yesterday, plus I read some Sherlock Holmes before lying down. Teeth part from how flossing gives me problems sometimes. ><

Notes: I did try MILD more than once. No lucids last night, but working on it!

Just a quick entry mainly for myself! Don't neglect the daytime work! I did have a strong cold Monday night and Tuesday(1 week ago) that didn't help me feel like doing daytime work, but I slacked way too much on my daytime self-awareness work (a la Sageous) and it showed, taking me 8 days to get my next lucid. I strongly believe that after you have the necessary experience and knowledge, that dry spells are either self-induced or related to things changing around you (new job, new task, sickness, travel). Of course consistency is not to be expected when you are first starting off. I am only talking about after you have some significant consistency. For me, partly because I was sick but mainly because I wasn't putting in enough daytime work towards LDing. Looking back, I could have done some quick RRC check-ins no matter how sick I felt.

SSILD, *swinging visualization(motion based) WILD attempt becomes DILD

I was so close to wild this morning but at some point I realized that I was just a little too far from sleep, the most crucial element! So I focused on drifting off and lost awareness but was able to DILD. I was getting my teeth checked for some issue that had been bothering me (only according to my dreaming mind) related to the teeth pushing up against my lips. The dentist took me to the x-ray machine and I mentioned the braces I had as a kid and he asked if I had the old x-rays and I said that I could give him the name of the orthodontist to request them. Anyway, this x-ray machine apparently swings you around the entire office as it x-rays your teeth (you've seen those, right? haha) and I think I was semi-lucid at this point, going around the office in my underwear on this machine. I see this odd guy looking in the window of the office and immediately realize yep, this is a dream, awesome machine (I think my swinging visualization during the wild attempt brought on this amazing x-ray machine/theme park ride thingy). I decide to really look around at all the details of the office (influenced by daytime work where I really look around in wonder) as I am being swung around. I also decide to go nude and made my underwear disappear (no flasher IWL, haha). There are several people working in the office including a good looking receptionist (reminds me of walking past some people dining on an outdoor patio of a restaurant IWL and my thought of all the things I would do if this were a lucid dream right now!..awesome feeling of empowerment.) I remember my goal to fly over some local landmarks and scenery and fly up from the machine (the roof is immaterial...or was it?). In flight my vision started fading and I begin to think that the dream may be ending, visualize the swinging of the x-ray machine, maybe I can go back there and stabilize) but slowly but surely I feel myself returning to my sleeping body. It may have also been the end of my REM cycle, but I want to work on stabilization in moments like the above. 98

Dream fragment: I'm laying in my bed, I'm messing with my teeth with my tongue. I feel one of my back teeth wiggle and it makes a click noise. I panic and run to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I put my hand in my mouth and tug at the tooth very gently, but it falls out, I take it out and look at it, it's completely translucent, but i see tan things in there. I panic and think that my retainers won't work anymore and my teeth will begin to migrate, but then when i tongue the spot it fell out from I feel a brand new tooth like a polished little mountain poking out and I feel relieved and that this is even better because the other one was see through and this one is bright white.

Fragments: A guy preparing to move on, saying "Can I borrow this map?"; a gallery/cafe belonging to an art group called The Future People or something similar; a runway show based on Sleep No More; a newly-made vampire using mantras to learn dreamwalking, using it to watch over a friend, another vampire, who's being held hostage.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm with a group of people stealing some huge metal sphere, but as we're driving off with it, we lose it, and we circle back and argue over where it could be. I catch sight of myself in the rear view mirror and realize one of my front teeth is loose, to the point of falling out. I'm thinking I'm going to have to see a dentist, which annoys me. I notice all the teeth on that side are loose.

I 'wake up' in my IRL home and go to the bathroom mirror to check my teeth after that dream. I spit out long strings of gritty, bloody material, textured like sand. I'm thinking it's good to get that out.

This werewolf kid in human form is sitting in a car, tied up, with blood covering his face. There's a blond girl in the seat behind him who didn't believe his stories about werewolves until just now, as a werewolf in wolf form leans in through the door, right into the kid's face. The girl starts screaming.

I'm dropping off that same werewolf kid at this mansion, and there are three men standing on the steps out front to meet us. I'm saying to them, "Are you all Adrian's?" Adrian's the wolf kid's name, I'm asking if he turned them, which I'm hoping is not the case. And it isn't; they introduce themselves to me, and it turns out the house holds some organization of witches or magicians or something of that variety. They're all very friendly. One of them, this heavyset old queen, mentions that he's single, and I'm amused. When I introduce myself, I add, "And I'd have to be invited in," just so we're all clear.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. Still need to fix my schedule.

Dream 1(fragments):

Something was going on at home.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was entering a place which was a room of some prince or king, it was guarded by two guards with swords.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was in some place, and my upper tooth fell off, it was painless and on it's place i felt completely different kind of tooth.

Dream 4(fragments):

Something is going on and then i wake up in my bed, keeping eyes closed.I hear someone in the room and i have suspicion that i am dreaming, in a second that somebody starts trying really hard to wake me up and i feel the dream, then he disappears and i try to move but i wake up.

Dream 5(fragments):

I was in some forest or jungles.

Dream 6(fragments):

I woke up and suddenly get a number of images about some beach going in my vision, confusing me and causing some kind of momentary pain. I unconsciously end up biting blanket and then some family members show up and there's some talk about drink. Then i search a place to put my headset on and choose the most ridiculous place possible behind a big cabinet, making said cabinet almost fall down.

For some reason I decide to take drugs, something like ecstasy. Then there is a bit of the dream highly disoriented, just bits of visual and my laughing. then it seems like the next day when I awaken I realize something is wrong in my mouth, so I go into the bathroom to look in the mirror. I see that a word has been carved all the way through my front teeth, the words "rock and roll" ground deep but not all the way through my bottom right front side of my teeth, the words "quantum power" carved very lightly into the inside bottom left side of my teeth, and other words on my teeth that I can't quite understand, but worst of all is the tattoo on the inside of my bottom lip it's big and long in black and white very noticeable almost shows when my mouth is shut, it says something mortifying (I don't want to tell it to anyone so I won't write it here). I flip out and ask my friend who the hell did this to my mouth?! she tells me that when I was on drugs I forced some guy to do it, so I go find the guy and yell at him for doing this to my mouth but he yells back that I forced him to do it to my mouth when I was high. I tell him that since the lip tattoo is white with black out lining that he needs to cover it up with red and black, he agrees and I tell him no words, just make it looks like a wound with blood so he does and I get only a little relief for now my teeth have holes and damage that I can't hide.

Two fragments.

Dream 1 (fragment): I was brushing my teeth, and one of my friends was in the bathroom with me, also brushing his teeth.

Dream 2 (fragment): The Starbound beta had been released, and I was playing it - though it only vaguely resembled it. I appeared in some tower, jumped around a bit, went to the right, found a cliff, mined some gems (diamonds, and what appeared to be rubies), fell down a pit, broke something, got an item, and got attacked by flying headcrabs.

I remember fighting someone, and having issues with my teeth. I rubbed my tongue along them and realized they felt different. Like they were more concave than usual.

So, been a really long time since I last posted here. I think a year in a couple days.

So over the past year, my dreams have been about flying, murder basements, stairwells that never seemed to end, northern lights, empty pirate ships, space explosions, aliens, drowning in water, teeth falling out, sewers, and more teeth falling out. Of course, half of those are from stress and such. But the alien ones keep getting worse.

The alien dreams all start out the same way. I stand up and look over the mini lake behind my backyard and in the distance, I see little northern lights in the sky. The colours range anywhere from bright greens to blues and reds. In these lights, there's always these small circular lights; one is red, one is blue, other one is yellow, and a big one in the middle is white. They're all laid out like this:


As these lights get closer and closer, I realize it's aliens so I get everyone in the house to come together and we get everything we need to run or hide. So we get blankets, jackets, sweaters, whatever food we can take with us, water, bandaids, shit, etc... and then our home gets ripped apart.

That's the intro that always happens. Now there are only three dreams I can somewhat remember but there have been a couple more. In the first one, there was a large circular ball of broken glass shards spinning in front of my house. These alien creatures were guarding and and checking around the front door of my house, breaking the windows, etc. I was stupid enough to walk to the front door and something these guys had paralyzed me and my body turned in something like this:

But on the ground - lol at mammoth. That's where it ended.

Second one I remember's super simple. We just got in the car and left but I was driving and no one was listening to me when I knew what to do and where to go. Next day, I had actually planned out on what to do if something like this happened in "real" life.

In this last one, I picked up my family and we flew up into some ship but I fell down and was about to get eated by these alien doods but my bro had superman powers and got me (fuckinweirdshietm8)

My dreams are ridiculous but because they all have the same intro, I'm a little wtf'd and wondering what the reason behind it might be.

Oh, and I also dreamt about flying rocks and nets and weird but gorgeous places sometime this past year.

01.16.2013

Sleep Paralysis (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I suddenly become conscious of myself, paralyzed and floating in the black void between dreams. I am not concerned about anything; I just passively wait for a dream to pull me in. It seems as though it's taking longer than normal.

Eventually the faint buzzing of my body grows into great roaring vibrations, far more powerful than normal. It is unpleasant, but I recognize the feeling of being pulled towards a dream, so I do not fight it.

Suddenly I am "waking up" in a chair, with my head hanging uncomfortably back off the arm. "How did I fall asleep in this chair?" I wonder groggily, painfully pulling myself to a sitting position. I do not suspect that I'm dreaming at all. I am wondering how I got back into a house that no longer exists, but more pressing concerns distract me: my teeth seem to be misaligned so that my mouth cannot close properly, and I taste blood.

I stumble to the bathroom and am horrified to find that I have a disgusting looking underbite. My teeth slide together painfully when I try to close my mouth. I push my teeth back and close my mouth the right way, but whenever I open my mouth my teeth go all crooked again. Freaked, I suddenly am reminded of the taste of blood. I start spitting up large globs of blood all over the sink.

Okay, this is definitely a dream. I remember the sleep paralysis now, and find myself silly for not seeing this sooner. However, the sleep paralysis overtakes me once more before I get a chance to move. The feeling is once again extremely unpleasant, so much that I struggle to wake up.

I succeed briefly. I wake up, then roll over and immediately go back to sleep.

Now I am in a doctor's office, talking to a nurse about my sleep paralysis and the possibility that I have some kind of sleeping disorder. She laughs at me derisively, as if she doesn't believe me. She instructs me to go into this small room to take some kind of test, which I assume will verify that my problem is legitimate. It is a small room with a desk and a computer screen- no keyboard or mouse or anything.

I sit in front of the computer. Suddenly a demon comes out of it with a horrible demonic chattering filling my head. I can tell it is trying to drain my energy. I become lucid once more. "I'll just force it back into the screen with my telekinesis," I think, not worried in the slightest. But when I hold out my arm and try to exert my will upon it, the demon shoots up my body and drags me back into sleep paralysis.

The demonic chattering accompanyied with the thundering vibrations in my head and body is almost unbearable. I struggle, but any movemment I succeed in making is never with my real, physical body. Somehow I manage to open my eyes. At first, I don't believe they are my real eyes, because I am still entirely paralyzed, but I manage to focus on my clock. It is hard for my eyes to focus on the numbers, but I make out 2:34.

I am getting really concerned, wondering if I'm actually having some kind of seizure. It is a struggle to keep my eyes open, but I concentrate as hard as I can on the clock to keep them from closing so I do not have another endless cycle of false awakenings and more sleep paralysis. I HAVE to wake myself up.

The air is shimmering and moving, the way heat looks coming off a hot blacktop in the summer, and that demented chattering is still screeching horribly in my head. Am I really being attacked by a demon? I cannot move any part of my body except my eyes and possibly my mouth (though it's hard to say if it's my REAL mouth that is moving), so I instead quicken my breathing. If I start breathing really fast and irregularly, maybe it will jolt me awake.

After a few more agonizing moments, the heavy breathing really does force me awake. I am panting heavily, my heart pounding. I look at the clock. The time confirms that my eyes were actually open, as it is now a few minutes after 2:34. After I compose myself and go back to sleep, I have more disturbing dreams, but no more sleep paralysis.

01.04.2013

Fearsome Fun (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Looking in the mirror, I notice that my teeth have become grotesquely crooked. I push on them, hoping to force them back into place. Instead, I succeed in accidentally dislodging my two front teeth. Desperately trying to stick them back into my gum, I decide that this must be a dream.

A reality check proves me correct.

Upon becoming lucid, the atmosphere changes. A dark red and black haze takes over my vision as my reflection turns twisted and evil. My eyes are empty black pits, and my mouth appears horrid and full of decay. After a moment of initial startlement, I decide to have some fun with this.

I make horrifying faces at myself in the mirror, laughing evilly at how terrifying I am. No horror movie villian has ever looked as gruesome and wicked as I do. This will be fun, indeed.

I stalk out of the bathroom through the rest of the house, making more scary faces and wailing like a hideous wraith at each person I come across. They all scream in terror, eyes wide and frozen in place with fear.

Last night I got to bed extremely early and therefore had awesome recall. To avoid a super long post, I'll post them all separately.

12.01.2012

Fly, Flee, Fight (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Looking in the mirror, I am horrified to realize that one of my front teeth has been chipped. The more I look at it, the worse it gets. "This HAS to be a dream," I think, though I'm convinced that it is reality. Even so, I do a reality check and am relieved (and surprised) to find that I am, in fact, dreaming.

I head to the living room and run into my brother. "I'm dreaming," I tell him. He suddenly morphs into a rather girlish looking boy with long black hair. "Cool," he says. "What are you going to do?"

"I just want to go out and explore." I say. "A kind of vacation from the stress of earlier in the dream." My feet are cold and I am looking for socks and shoes to put on, then I wonder why I'm bothering with such silly details. Shoes will automatically appear on my feet if I walk outside.

Sure enough, they do.

The boy who was previously my brother steps outside with me. "I know of a cool place we could go," he tells me excitedly. "Follow me!" He proceeds to fly off in a southward direction. Wanting to add new places to my dream map, I hurriedly follow, though I have always had problems flying at the fast pace that he is keeping. Suddenly, I realize EXACTLY how to do it and I am flying faster than ever before to keep up with him. ((I'm clearly not paying attention to where we're going, however, because though I KNOW we were originally going south, we end up in the northern woods of my dream world.))

We land in a small area in the woods that appears to be a village of Fairies. The Fairies are human sized with bright, colorful wings. We spend a lot of time talking to them, and they give us some sort of Honorary Fairy status.

We decide to have a race with some of the Fairies that will end at my house. There are many colorful floating checkpoints in the air that mark the route we are supposed to take. We have to fly as close to the markers as we can to get points and to make sure we're not taking any shortcuts.

We take off and I easily follow the trail of checkpoints, even when it shoots way up into the air and then does complicated spirals and loops downward. It's amazingly fun!

The race is interrupted, however, when some kind of strange force crash lands us into a cabin in the woods. Inside the cabin is a large square patch of ice, kind of like a skating rink that isn't round. We are playing around with this when suddenly a door opens in the back and the same force sucks the two Fairies with us into a back room. A sinister feeling suddenly overwhelms us, and I temporarily lose lucidity as the boy and I run from the cabin in terror, some unseen evil chasing quickly after us.

Suddenly I stop, becoming lucid again and realizing that I'm being cowardly. I force the boy to stop, too. "We can't just leave our friends back there!" I yell at him.

"But we don't have anything to fight with," he stammers, afraid.

"This is a dream, MAKE a weapon. Like this!" I act as though I'm drawing a sword from a sheath at my side. I can feel the sword in my hand, but it seems to be invisible.

"There's nothing there!" He yells.

"Hey, an invisible sword works just as well as a visible one," I defend. At this time, an evil woman and her scary looking cat-creature approach us. The cat lunges at me, but I decapitate it with my invisible sword. I grin, pleased that this actually worked.

The woman then criticizes my fighting skills, saying that my stance is off and that I'm holding my sword wrong. She says she'll have to teach me. We end up having a mock sword fight with plastic zip ties. She seems rather bored, so I perform a sneak attack with my zip tie to prove that I'm a competent fighter. I barely touch her arm, and if you've ever seen a zip tie it's obviously not sharp in the slightest and extremely flimsy, so I am shocked when it cuts her nearly clean in half!!! She falls to the ground in a pool of blood, a surprised look on her face.

I wake up shortly afterwards.

I'm abUt to go to this party at R's house and I get a call from A. She tells me she's baby sitting and can't go. I told her I'd be on the lookout for anyone else who needed a sitter if she want to make extra money. She said she was charging 150 for the night.

I get to the party and it's kinda quiet and no one is drinking (it's supposed to be a kegger) R says he needs me to go get beer so we head off in my car. There's like four of us packed in desire and she's driving weird. On top of that, a row of my theeth feel out. No one notices it and I place them in a glass of water. We keep driving and we get to some detour that requires me to ride a bike while they're being pulled in a big buggy.

We get there and something else stupid happens and I tell D. "man....were in a fucking dream". He was like "oh shit". I started going over all the weird things that happened (like how I couldn't even read my cellphone and it was an older model). Flirting happened Pfor a bit and....the chick had a dick so it was time to wake up.