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I remember only a fragment of the dream where i was at a firing range, and we had to shoot real people. It might have been war. But after i woke up, i wanted to do a DEILD and didn't move. I was half asleep half awake and realized Im dreaming. This is a dream. It didn't become fully lucid. But Im getting closer.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of December 7-8

I'm in the kitchen of House #1, looking up somebody's phone number on my cell phone. It looks like a calculator, but it has a two-line display, and the number is stored in it. Then, my dad, P. and I have a conversation via text messages about camping. I see the text messages on the screen of this calculator-phone thing. My dad says, “Want to go camping?” I say, “I love camping! Do we have to go in winter, though?” My dad says he doesn't expect us to go in winter. [There was a text message from P. in there somewhere, but I don't remember what it said.]

Then, my dad comes into the room, and he and I argue about how to retrieve the phone numbers of past incoming callers from the house phone. [My dad and I had figured this out together in real life the evening before I had this dream, but the phone in the dream had a much bigger, much more complicated two-panel display than our real house phone has.]

Night of December 8-9

There's an area where some sort of armed conflict has been taking place. There is an organization of people called “Help the Hungry” who are providing food to the survivors by parachuting in with it and by air-dropping it.

I'm in the bombed-out, roofless, empty remains of a small, single-story house that had only one or a few rooms. There is a rectangular box in the middle of the floor of the largest room. All the sides of the box are on fire, but there is a single hard-boiled egg in the center of the box, and it's not burning. I know that it was air-dropped there by Help the Hungry. Oh, a dream, I realize. I decide to go out of the house and explore. I turn around, toward another section of the house, a rectangular section where the wall at one of the narrow ends has been blown up. There's too much rubble between me and the opening for me to walk through conveniently, so I fly over it.

Once I get outside, I discover that the house is in the middle of a wide-open, flat, grassy field, lined with trees around the edges. [Now that I think of it, it resembles the one at the park closest to House #1, only the one in the dream is bigger, has more trees, and has no roads or other buildings in sight.] There is only one other person there, standing right near me as I'm flying just a few feet above the ground. He says something to me [that I don't remember now]. His tone doesn't sound hostile, but I know that he's part of the group responsible for bombing the house, so I want to get away from him quickly. I start flying straight up to escape. He makes a grab for my legs to catch me, but misses. I continue ascending, and the dream starts to fade. Gray blotches appear and spread, blotting out the sky around me.

When I found myself back in bed, I thought, No, I'm not done yet, with resolve. I didn't want this dream to be over already. I remained perfectly still and concentrated on visualizing the dream I'd just been having. I remember thinking, Please... please... please...

...and then I'm back in the sky above that same grassy field, falling toward it just as fast as I had been flying away from it. I do a faceplant into the grass, but feel no sensation at all, neither impact nor deceleration nor pain. I'm now lying on my stomach in the grass. Three or four people about my own age are crouched down in front of me, watching me as I push myself up. I try to speak, but for some reason, although my mind is sending the right commands, my mouth won't work. Instead, I smile and wave at the young woman on the right, who smiles and waves back. As I'm getting up, I keep trying to speak, and after a few seconds, I succeed in getting my mouth to work. I say something like, “Hi, I'm (Emiko). Hide me from anyone other than the Help the Hungry people, will you? I don't think they like me very much.” By “they” I mean the group responsible for bombing the house, and the reason I don't think they like me very much is that I ran (well, flew) away from them. The others seem to accept me, and we all walk away across the field as a group. [That's the last I remember.]

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Side notes:

I was getting to be kind of annoyed that I'd had dreams featuring House #1, one of my dream signs, for two nights in a row without going lucid. Last night, I started to do more serious RCs again, and changed up my before-bed affirmations, making them more along the lines of, “When I'm in an unfamiliar place, especially House #1, I realize that I'm dreaming.” It seems to have worked.

Also, this is the second time that a dream has started to fade right when I've been flying upward. I think it's because both times, I was concentrating exclusively on the act of flying, not paying any attention at all to the environment around me. Lesson learned: In the future, look around more when flying. (Yay for DEILDs, though! I'm so glad I know that trick and can pull it off successfully. )

It isn't many days since I had this dream - I just don't remember when

Background: The Battlefield series is a warfare based FPS/Shooter/vehicle game.
I have been playing this series since BF:1942 (1942+addons, vietman, BF2, Modern Warfare, 2142 - Bad company 2).

Im pretty sure the above game had influence on my dream

Well. The dream started as I was high in the air, in a Black Hawk helicopter.

Down on the ground, I can see lots of action (Explosions, gun fights, tanks, falling trees etc.)
And in the air, theres anti-air explosions and airplanes.
Its a small island, with light blue water, beautiful trees and Hell on Earth.
I'm feeling very cool and supperior until--------------Some guy shoots down our Black Hawk 10 seconds before we're about to dive and land(Could be a plane shooting... hmm...).
I remember being half in shock, as the chopper is falling 150km/h down towards the ground(VEEEEEEEERY life like) - 20-30 metres before the ground me and another from the '6 i think' man crew jumps out and quickly pulls our parachutes while watching the chopper make a giant explosion, and killing lots of (I THINK it was vietcong) people.

We land on the ground very quickly, and unite with our new squad leader (No name remembered).
A big supply truck stops as we're about to enter the small island forest, and supplies us with new weapons, grenades etc.
A few seconds later, we're in action yet again. Explosions and bullets flying around the whole scene, and people dying on every 'team'.
I remember a guy running out in the open to throw mines close to some APC/Tank like vehicle, and he succeeds but gets shot short after.
The rest is just me owning a lot of ppl, while running alone for some weird reason.

I woke up in the morning (More like the evening) and my heart was in a rush, and I had a feeling that I was about to puke all over my bed (Didn't do it, tho )

Very cool dream, and it's my goal to enter the same island and fight back the vietcong sometimes in the not too far future.

I like to post some of my favorite dreams here, so I decided why not post this one! This is one of my old all-time favorites. :-)

"So this is where you live, little traveler?" Said the man I was with. I was a little embarrassed, but I answered yes. We stood in an empty parking lot. In the middle was a trailer fit for 15+ people.

"I need to run in and grab a shirt," I said. I walked in the small trailer. Scattered around were other T-shirts of my comrades, some passed some still alive. I found mine in one of the many shower stalls (the trailer was really just a large bathroom). I decided to take a quick shower while he waited.

I was bonding with this stranger fast.

The next day I was visiting the city with the man. The city was crowded and seemed like it was from eastern Europe. My phone rang, and I was quickly called into war. With reluctance I said good bye to my new friend as I ran to the shores of the city.

We were to fight this on the beach. The beach had deep blond sand, and beautiful ocean water lapped its shores. We were to take our places before the enemy came. I sat behind a large rock.

We didn't know if the enemy would be coming from the east or from the west. I scanned each horizon carefully. On a large mountain I saw dust rising up, and the sounds of thousands of heavy footsteps echoed in my ears.

I called out their position, and my troop readied itself. I was still safe behind my large rock. My friend crawled up to me and started talking. I told her she needed to take cover with me or else she would be killed. I shuddered when I imagined her dead body.

The fighting started and weapons whizzed through the air, exploding on contact.

During the war, a girl I don't know crawled up to me and started singing a lyrical remix of a song like 'I will Survive' but added to it things about peace and anti-war. She looked drugged.

"Damn woman has lost her mind!" Someone said from behind the crazy lady. She had brown straight hair, and shot her gun at the crazy lady. I was a little disappointed in this, I kind of like crazy people.

The war was nearing the end and I took a look on the battle field. Dead bodies were strewn across the innocent beach staining the sand to shades of red.

As if the war wasn't enough, I heard screams coming from the city. I ran to the city to see people running in every direction. What were they running from?

I quickly found out. There were policemen blocking off certain streets or escape ways, and they were not the 'good' policemen.

I ran with the people for a few minutes when I realized that I did not know where my new acquaintance was! Was he dead or alive?

I ascended a flight of black metal stairs with a group of other people. The mesh stairs led to a dark tunnel where we were momentarily trapped.

In the tunnel was a railroad track. A small single car train was passing through. As it came to the end of the tunnel it slowed to a halt. There was somebody in the train car bending the metal slowly...Suddenly, gun fire filled the scene as the man broke free of the restraints of the train. He was the Anti-Christ.

I was pretty pissed off now, hadn't I put him in his place last time? I followed the little bastard to a school. It wasn't hard; he reeked with negative energy. He immediately broke out into fight with the teachers, killing and acting with violence towards anyone who got in his way.

I had some back up. He looked a little older than me and had short pale blond hair with a gray hoodie on. I attacked the Anti but he retaliated and pushed me onto the floor.

He did NOT just push me into the floor! I ran into the classroom and hid behind the door. Inside the classroom was a lone teacher hiding under the desk. I picked up one of the metal desks and waited behind the door.

My partner in crime opened the door, and I almost hit him with the desk! He got the clue, and went back into the hallway where the massacre was taking place. The Anti was next to open the door to the classroom, and I wasted no time in bashing the desk into his brains. He fell to the ground, but I wasn't going to believe him to be dead yet.

I hit him one more time with the desk, and took out a knife. I pushed the knife into his stomach until blood gushed out. I separated ribs from each other and slit the throat while continuing to dismember the body. With a final blow, I shoved the knife into his heart.

I began picking up the body parts, and putting the chunks into a small jar.

My phone rang. At first I feared that it would be the Anti about to threaten me, but when I answered the phone I discovered that a friend that I barely knew was calling me. I knew him from online, and we rarely ever talked.

"You ok?" He said.

"No? Do you THINK I'm ok?" I said through tears and frustration. He said something else, then hung up on me. I raced home with the remains.

I frantically plugged in the hot glue gun. I kept seeing bright, completely blinding, flashes of light. With each flash of light came a moment of total confusion until I could regain the sense of where I was. I had little time to finish this up.

I glued together the seals of the jar. I would not let what happened last time happen again. I wrote in heavy ink, "DO NOT OPEN."

I left the jar in a lonely place undiscovered.


So, in short, i was fighting a bad man and got so mad that i hit him over the head with a desk then stabbed him about 37 times, dismembered his body and then put the chunks of him in a jar and super glued it shut. I'm totally sane.

Real life Dream Lucid Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are #067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

I had another lucid dream today!

Lucid dream
First dream of the night. Awful recollection. I may have had this dream because I realized when I was in sleep paralysis, and repeated to my self that I'm going to lucid dream.
I was in some dream. That's al I remember. I was in a room... I think the color was either brown or green... And it was fall outside. There were 2 windows in room I was in. I was 30 feet or so above the ground. I think I was in a treehouse? Suddenly I became lucid.

Again, I was very excited! I thought of what I was going to do today... (Italics are thoughts) Try and fly out the window? No, rub my hands together first. I rubbed my hands together, and clarity improved a little. I forgot to take in my surroundings. And... That's all I remember.

Drowned in the pool dream
Second to last dream of the night. Very vivid, but I only remember one clip.

I was on a cruise ship sort of place, in front of the pool. I looked up into a long vertical tube. Some pale girl with white hair smiled at me. She was hanging inside the tube, but much farther down than she was tall. There's no way she's tall enough to hang in that tube... I asked her how she did it, and she replied that she hung by her feet at the top. Oh well.

I walked forward to the pool. I jumped in! Some of my friends were in the pool, laughing and playing. One person who I don't like was in the pool. We played games and had fun. The pool was not viscous enough to be water. I could run in the water almost as fast as outside it. Suddenly everyone had to get out. Someone had drowned. It was someone I knew from Boys Scouts. No one was upset at all. We were all just wondering when we could get back in the pool. The lifeguard was waiting for police to arrive. Someone dashed back into the pool. We all told him to get out. He obeyed. I spotted the person I didn't like, holding his breath at the bottom of the pool. He winked at me in a mean way.

Battlefield game dream
Last dream of the night. Not as vivid as the pool dream, but still pretty vivid.

I was playing a game which was like a war simulation. I bought lots of troops and fought. I lost. Afterwards, I thought about why I lost, and I decided bucket icemen were the best financial investments. They threw big fist-sized pieces of ice at enemies very hard. I got a bunch of buckets, and twice as many icemen. I noticed one of the icemen was throwing ice at the girl I have a crush on at school. I told him to stop. There was a fight. I won. Dreamskip. My parents drove me home on the road that crossed through the battlefield, and I told them all about it.

I dreamskipped. I was writing something, maybe a form, I don't know... in a room while the girl I have a crush on was sitting outside. There was a little glass pane, and I could see her face through it. I kept getting distracted, and whenever I looked at her and she caught me she'd smile and raise her eyebrows. I got caught a few times...

24.10.2010

Networks (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Stretched out against a vast, black aether, they weave and twist about, branching down into unfathomable depths. At the head, a name for each: Walms, Naiya, Raven, and so many more. Delving down, I explore their reaches. The expanse below Walms' is the largest by far, and twines itself about the others more and more the deeper I go. Naiya's is closest to Walms', their trees the largest, while Raven's name is drifting, slowly pulling away from the others.

The scene shifts into a game of conquest, and here I find MoSh, willingly under the control of a female presence I never get to see. She guides him well; his troop placements are precise, his movements coordinated. I find myself under pressure. . .

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The dark conference room, with its expensive wooden tables and high-backed chairs lined up against the walls, is deserted. Making my way to a table across the room, the other High Aide walks in, aghast.

“They're not here,” she sounds frustrated.

“No. It's not like Congress to be here in a time of crisis. I expect they're safe somewhere, probably out of country.”

“Point taken, but that still leaves us. The enemy is descending upon us, as you well know, but what are we supposed to do about it?”

“Keep things under control,” I pick up a pink slip of paper with several ornate signatures scrawled across it. “A standing order,” I tell my coworker.

“What does it say?” the other Aide asks quietly.

“We have to evacuate.”

“Then let's get out of here. . .”

We walk through the white-walled building, all the way to the heavily populated atrium. A commotion erupts upon our arrival, and I drop the book I wasn't carrying moments ago. Stepping on it, I notice there's something under it. . . is that?

“NOBODY MOVE!” A man in a black leather jacket and slacks steps out in front of me, back turned, left arm locked around a secretary, right hand handed aiming a gun at her head. Just like the one beneath my book. I scoot backwards, dragging the book and gun underfoot, taken aback by the occurrence. Why would terrorists be attacking the House at a time like this. No one is here, except us two. Slightly dumbfounded, and fearing for my own safety, it takes me a moment to realize the man doesn't know I'm behind him.

Reaching down, I grab the gun; it's an old five shot revolver, I'm not really sure on the make. I point the weapon at the man's back and move slowly, silently forward. Putting up my other hand to steady the shot. . .

BANG!

A hole appears in the back of his jacket, followed by blood. He slumps to the ground, dead, but he's not alone. His accomplice comes at me from the left, swiftly. I try to aim the gun at him, but my hands are shaking too violently. A shot rings out, and a bullet wizzes by my head, tousling my hair. I fire wildly, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. Each shot either goes wide or spirals out of control, missing the mark. The accomplice fires back at me four times. One miss, two miss, three miss. . .

THMP.

The bullet rips through my chest and my mouth opens in shock, spitting up blood. I stagger for a moment before my eyes go wild and I look at my killer with a maniacal glint. I let him know, “I can regen, mother fucker!” I charge him, quickly regenerating the wound in my chest, pushing out the hot lead. Pointing my empty gun at him, I demand his weapon. He hands it to me, terrified; it's got one shot left. I put it against his head, and he whimpers like a puppy. As I pull the trigger, I grimace as. . . the shot bounces off his skull?

The anticlimactic ending stifles my rage, and the two of us have a chat. “You know the only people of any importance here right now are the High Aides, right?” I ask him.

“Oh, really. . ? Well, we should have figured as much with Rob moving in on Cambodia [Kaomea?] in the west.”

“Yeah, I still have to let the Adamarill know.”

“Admiral?”

“That's what I said.”

Another shift and I'm streaming a video of Galactica's CIC. Starbuck let's Adama know the current situation, and I can't help noticing the HAL eye at the bottom of the screen. I remember that signifies this is one of my Dream Journal Entry. Wait a second. . .

My phone rings.

I planned to not record my dreams this night. I just wanted to get a solid night's rest. So no recall in the first half (the usual reason). And for the first couple dreams I didn't write anything down. By the last two, I realized the dreams were worth writing down so I did so.

"Do Nothing"
Lucidity: C
Vividness: C
Control: C
~0800: No written notes, so this is spotty from memory. I don't recall how I became lucid. The first thing I recall is doing a nose plug RC. I'm sitting at a campfire circle. It's dusk. It seems like I'm in the giant doorway of an abandoned factory or airplane hanger. A few other DCs are around the fire. They look like migrant workers. The scene made me think of movies like The Motorcycle Diaries and Mi Mejor Enemigo. I remember my plan: "Do nothing", practice reality checks, focus on all 5 senses.. For taste, I lick a rock on the ground and it tastes like dirt! I vaguely recall that I did things for the other senses. I think I had double vision and that frustrated me. I try to talk to the DCs but I don't recall they said anything.

fragment
~0915: C. No written notes, so this is from memory. First thing I recall is a false awakening. I sense there was more before but no detail. I'm in my own room. I get out of bed and look at the time: 1:30pm. Crap, it is really that late? I get up, take off my Zeo headband and dock it in the bedside unit. It gives me a sleep score of 42. Really? I thought I slept better than that. Wake up for real. It's only about 9. My Zeo score for the night ended up at a more respectable 83.

Unfocused Lucid
Lucidity: C
Vividness: C
Control: D
1100: Just a few notes so this is mostly from memory. I'm in a classroom. It's a art or shop class so all the students are standing at work tables. In the dream, I seem to be distracted or sleepy. The teacher is a woman and there are one or two girls sharing my table. The first thing I recall is the teacher scolding me for not paying attention. So I become aware of what we are supposed to be doing. We have a piece of paper with a drawing on it. On top, we have a piece of tracing paper and we are supposed to trace the drawing under it. The drawing is an architectural sketch of a colonial era boat, I think. So I start tracing but there is a time limit. The teacher is nearby, watching me. She thinks I won't finish in time. The other girl at my table is done and she is also watching me. I feel nervous but I act confident. I think we do two tracings like this. The next task is to trim a large piece of meat. It's really thin, more like a the hide than the flesh. The tracing paper has become butcher paper. I move to a larger table and spread this gross sheet of meat over the paper.

Skip. Now I'm outside in what seems to be a school campus but it's unfamiliar. I'm walking up a grassy hill. There are many other students around. It's bright daylight. I see a girl who I recognize as a high school classmate, Beth. I'm not sure but I think this must be what made me lucid. Her hair is weird, kinda like dreadlocks but also kinda like bananas. Anyway, her face is recognizable. Lucidity and control are low at this point. I don't RC or stabilize. I just march up to her, say hello, and demand a blow job. She starts doing it but soon turns into a weird creature and I stop.

I walk away and I'm starting to get my wits about me. But lucidity, vividness, and control are still pretty low. I try to think of my tasks. The only one I can remember is flying barrel roll. I hesitate because my recent flying has not been good. But I can't think of anything else to do so I jump and spin. It works! I'm able to hover horizontally a few feet off the ground and a spin multiple times. (Wikipedia tells me that this is actually an aileron roll, not a barrel roll) I fly around spinning for about 30 seconds. Maybe I popped out to third-person a bit. My lucidity was fading away.

Skip. Now I'm in a building. The school gym or theater maybe? Maybe I lost lucidity for a while and then regained it here. A troupe of clowns is performing a circus-style act. I am in a corner back stage, near the exit. I see a door but I want to try walking through the wall. I try a few times but fail. I try to convince myself that I can do it. I know this is a dream and that I can walk through the wall. But no luck. Dream ends. In retrospect, this attempt at control was too forced.

Dream Within Dream
1130 C. This was a combination of false awakening and false memory that made it feel like a dream within a dream. I sense that I am out of town for work (this is the false memory). I'm staying in a hotel and I'm sleeping and dreaming. In the dream, I am in a WWII-esque battle among the ruins of a bombed city. I'm with my childhood friend Collin. I only have a tiny pistol in this big fight. I see an enemy across the way and fire a few careful shots. The gun is very inaccurate but I manage to hit him in the head. Everyone is happy and celebrates me as the hero.

I have a false awakening in a hotel room. In the dream, I think that the war scene was a lucid dream and I remember the two real previous lucids. So I congratulate myself for 3 lucids in the night.

Skip. Now I'm back in my apartment. Combining the war dream, the false awakening in the hotel, and the false memory of traveling for work, this all creates the dream within the dream phenomenon. So anyway, I'm home in my apartment but it looks totally different. I sense that, as I returned from traveling, my roommate has just left. I see that he has left a bunch of books and devices about lucid dreaming. He is just starting to pratice having lucid dreams. I go in the bathroom and see that the faucet has been left on just a drip. But over several days, the drip has flooded the room with an inch of water.

Unusual circumstances on this night. Took B-Complex in the evening, about 5 hours before sleep. Didn't get to sleep until I was really tired. Woke up after just 3 hours of sleep to drive roommate to the airport. Was out of bed for about an hour total. Returned to sleep and had the lucid, technically in my third sleep cycle. The rest of the dreams were all very random, but more exciting then my usual boring dreams.

Rooms, Sprinklers, Flying
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control D
0730: The beginning is jumpy and difficult to recall. I don't seem to have a dreambody, I'm just watching like a movie. It's in a house at a fancy dinner party. A few old people are talking about arranging to meet at a restaurant or country club. Then it's like a commercial. A young woman in a formal dress and hair styling peeks into the room and recommends watching a TV show. Someone asks, which TV show... Buffy? Then I recognize the girl as Alyson Hannigan from that show.

At some point, I sense that I have a dreambody and I am in the house alone. But maybe it has changed into my work office? I step into a room with tall windows all along the far wall. Sunlight is shining brightly through. The floor is grass instead of carpet! The grass is overgrown and spotted with weeds. I think to myself that someone in the office should maintain the grass. I think the new employee should have to do it as an initiation.

I walk out the side door of this room. It leads outdoors and now I am in the side yard of my old house on Daisetta. It's a narrow concrete strip that leads to the backyard. I walk to the backyard and it's fairly familiar. Except there are a row of short fake palm trees lining the lawn. They have big plastic bananas hanging from them and I think it looks really tacky. The sprinklers are on and they are really strong. The water shoots about 6 feet high and is soaking the whole yard, not just the grass. I start to think this is weird. But I don't want to get wet so I turn and run back into the door I came out of. In the Daisetta house, this should be the garage but it's still the room with grass. I notice the size of the room is about right for the garage though. Now sprinklers are on in here too! Ok, I really must be dreaming and I tell myself to do a reality check. I run through one more door to be out of the water.

I plug my nose and confirm I'm dreaming. Yay! I remember that it's been a long time since being lucid. I had a scene in mind but I'm not sure how to get there from here, so I go outside and just start flying toward the horizon. But my flying sucks! I can only hover a few feet off the ground and move very slow. Then I remember one of my cues to invoke the Superman schema: Lois Lane is in trouble and I have to save her! My flying gets a bit better. I'm flying faster and higher but still not great. I try to focus on where I am going. On the horizon, I see an ominous factory on top of a mountain. Lois must be trapped inside! Smoke is billowing out. Then I see an explosion. I sense the urgency and danger and try to fly faster. But it seems so far away. Discouraged, the dream fades.

Family and Old Acquaintances
0849: C. Very jumpy and random. At Daisetta house with the whole family. Mother hands me a book about politeness and etiquette. She says my father read it but doesn't follow it. I'm supposed to go to work but I'm staying home late. I'm dressed in a blue stripped shirt with matching shorts, which I think is weird. I remind myself to change into pants before leaving for work. Then talking to my sister and one of her friends. Then I get a message on my Xbox from someone with initials C.C. I struggle to think who that is. At first I think of Sean, but that's way off with S.F. The closest I can think is E.B., Erinne from high school. I turn and see her in the room at an impressive desk. She's dressed nicely and looks like a lawyer or executive. I ask if she knows who C.C. could be. She asks me what her own phone number is. I'm confused. Do you mean your non-cell phone number? I pull out my phone to look. See calls her own house and talks to her housekeeper. Then my mother brings a big slice of ice cream cake. My sister and I eat it with our hands.

Saving Private Ryan
1012: C. In a war setting. In a small troop, looking for someone like the movie Saving Private Ryan. We find him and he's really shaken up. He's the only survivor of a big battle. I let him use my phone to make a few calls, but no one answers. Then my phone rings with an incoming call, but it's a wrong number.

Speed Racer, Secret Mission, Rugby
1123: C. I start as a racecar driver. Feels a bit cartoonish like Speed Racer. But it's just my cover for a secret spy mission. I'm in a team of spies with me, Hugh, Leonardo DiCaprio, and maybe a couple other people. We are in some third-world country. I am reminded of the movie Spy Game (but DiCaprio wasn't in that one). Leo comes up to a fruit stand to make the secret exchange, pretending to buy a basket of fruit. But something goes wrong and we have to abort the mission and run away.

Then it seems to be years later. Hugh and I have returned to the same place. This time, his two younger brothers are with us. Maybe we have come to avenge Leo? We go to the same fruit stand. Some of our faces and Leo's are on "wanted" posters. So we send in the brothers because they are new. The vendor at the stand starts arguing with them. Things seem to go bad again.

Now I'm in the middle of a game that's a bit like rugby, but not quite. I sense that I am not good at this game. I'm on the team to fill a spot and I shouldn't interfere with my better teammates. But the ball comes to me and a run and kick a field goal. We win and I climb up on the uprights, which look like the big arch in Chinatown.

NON-DREAM NON-LUCID SEMI -LUCID LUCID

As you can see, I have finally decided as what to use the above scale as the measurement of my lucidity. I won't be changing this anytime soon. Also, I will only post in this DJ for ToTM & ToTY dreams (as this one is). I already maintain a dream journal in the student workbooks, I don't feel it necessary to copy between my memory, my physical DJ, my DVDJ, and my SWDJ. I will use my Student Workbook as my primary online dream journal until the Shared Dreaming class is over.

I was at school, walking around the quad. People started to form a crowd behind me, and I wasn't sure why at the moment. Soon, half of the people I knew were with my inside the shaded cafeteria. It was around 8:00, a fog was blowing away, and the air was crisp and tense. Soon afterward, another group of people stepped in front of us. They were leaded by one of my nerdy friends, B. He looked ready to hurt something. My team was in kinda light clothes, while his were wearing dark clothes. I yelled "GO!" and a member of my team charged at a member of the other team in a race around some coned track. My 'team' was losing. I thought 'I know I have to have a short IM with someone, but why?' Whatever. (This was for ToTM but I forgot about it until later before I woke up) I got on the computer, entered a school chatroom, and everyone was discussing the race. I typed in "Crap! We're losing!!!!" I looked at the screen for a while then closed the laptop. I noticed one of my teammates was sleeping. I shook him and said "Get up! You're next! We're gonna LOSE!" He mumbled and got up.
[Dream Skip - Next Day]
All I remember is that I sat down with a few friends to discuss the race. The dream started to fade out, and I woke up.

Note: I fell asleep having plans to meet with Tigress again, to go do something different tonight. So as I fell asleep with my light / sound machine on and I slipped into a WILD… This time, I was focused enough that when the dream started I was already in the landing area of the biodome tower.

I looked around the landing area of the biodome tower. All of our ships were there, and there were a couple extra vehicles there. One was a hover bike, the other one was a robot mech… the bike was blue and the mech was green, both of them looked pretty cool. The robot mech was Tigress' and the hover bike was mine, we each went to our own vehicle. Tigress did something over there with hers, a few things seemed to change slightly before she got inside it. I got on my bike and we both launched out of the tower into space where we found a portal, which had been opened by Q so we could easily get where we needed to go.

Tigress and I emerged from the portal over a desolate place, there was a dry wind blowing over a parched landscape… it looked like the middle of a vast desert with no sign of even a cactus. Just by looking at the scene it was impossible to tell what had created the desolation, but I remembered Q saying it had been caused by a massive war that had nearly destroyed the entire planet. For a short time we flew over the desolate landscape, I did see that there were occasional ruins that looked like they might have once been buildings of some kind, though it was hard to tell what they had once been. For the most part the only thing that was there to be seen was wastelands extending into the distance.

After we had flown for a while I finally saw something up ahead, as we got closer to the place I could tell it was a small area of green in the middle of the desolate wasteland. We got closer and saw there were some simple buildings there and some densely packed trees as well. The small oasis was partially sheltered from the dry winds and dust storms by a small mountain, although it wasn't completely protected. We got closer and I saw the larger trees were being used to shelter and protect smaller trees as they were getting started. There was an irrigation system coming out of the mountain where apparently they had been able to find a water source to help support their little community. I wanted to get a closer look at the place, so Tigress and I flew in towards the oasis.

It was then that I saw a cloud of dust approaching the oasis from another direction, and I realized I had been completely forgetting about the attack Q had warned us about. Raiders were attacking the city, trying to take some valuable power cells from them to use for their own needs instead of wasting it on restoring life to the planet. Apparently they were either too short sighted or just too stupid to realize that once all of the energy cells ran out they would be shit out of luck. So instead of heading directly towards the oasis, Tigress and I diverted our path to intercept the raiders cloud of dust. They weren't even trying to go unnoticed, they clearly were completely confident they had the upper hand over anything that could defend the oasis. They were wrong.

When we intercepted the raiders, they didn't even bother trying to communicate, they just attacked on sight, though I heard some of them saying the restorationists must have more energy cells hidden away than anyone had realized if they were able to send actual mechs out to meet them. Others said there were only two mechs, though, so it's not like they had been able to mount a serious defense. A few of the raider mechs, which only amounted to some hover craft that couldn't fly very high and a bunch of motorcycles that were equipped with weapons, broke away from the group to intercept us. Apparently they thought that would be enough, there were only four of the hover craft breaking away from the group. One of the raiders on the craft intercepting us called to the others to capture as many restorationists as possible, keeping as many of them alive as possible… they needed an extra food source, and the meat would keep better if the cattle was still alive. The four attacked Tigress and me while the others tried to continue to the oasis.

They soon found out that leaving such a few of them to fight us wasn't a good plan when we blasted through the four of them before they even got a shot off, then we flew up and cut off the rest of the group. Now that they realized they would not get rid of us so easily, a battle broke out right there and they had apparently decided they needed to deal with us first before heading to the oasis. Since my hover bike was able to fly and theirs only hover while some of them were even ground vehicles, I was flying circles around them and blasting them from every direction. I could see Tigress wasn't even bothering to avoid their attacks, which were doing absolutely nothing to her mech, and she was blasting many of them, too, as well as crushing some of them beneath her feet. While there were a lot of raiders, none of them were particularly powerful. Just because I wanted to do it, I transformed my mech into robot mode and continued blasting the enemies. I saw Tigress' had shifted into the shape of a wolf and she was tearing enemies apart with razor sharp metal fangs, blasting them with eye lasers, and firing missiles from the claws. Cool transformation!

The battle continued for a short time longer, but soon there were no raiders left at all, we had gotten even the few who had tried to escape, I had the idea if they got back to their base they would return with more. We landed near the oasis and got out to look around the place. The people at the oasis were clearly grateful with us for stopping the raiders, but they also seemed a bit wary of strangers. We looked around their oasis for a while, and it turned out they had taken many different kinds of plants and animals into a mountain shelter, which was also where they were getting the water from, to protect the biodiversity of the planet when it was hit with what they knew would be a devastating attack. But even they had been underestimating the total damage it would do, they had not thought they would have to start over planting the very first tree and nursing it to growing just a little so it could take root in the hostile environment…

I wandered around the oasis for a while, looking at the trees and grass which looked like it was all taking root very well especially considering the conditions. The irrigation system was a series of small canals branching off in different directions to access the entire oasis, there were some small animals drinking from it as it poured out of the ends of the canals at the roots of the larger trees. It really was beautiful, but it could use some help… I took out my ocarina and started playing a nice tune, as I was playing the music, the plants seemed to perk up and grow, I could see them visibly growing and getting greener. Around the edge of the oasis I could see the green area expanding out into the desert, grasses were sprouting out of the parched ground, saplings began growing into small trees, a spring bubbled up from the dry ground and quickly filled in a small depression in the desert to make a small pond, plants grew on the bottom of the pond and around the pond… more trees sprouted as well… Some of the people from the oasis had followed me out there, and they were clearly amazed at the effect of the music. I soon felt like I was going to wake up, so I told the people that what I had done should help them get things started… and maybe I would be back to do more. They seemed rather speechless… they were still staring at me when I woke.

I woke up and remembered..1 dream..maybe it was two. Anyway you'll see.

Warning. Dream journal contains depictions of war and violence. If any of that bothers you do not read this entry.


I was in my room (it was insanely dark and didn't look like my room) talking to my brother,but then he started scratching,a lot. He had somehow gotten a really bad rash,and he couldn't stop scratching. It was really annoying and making it hard to do anything,so I told him to get out of my room. Then he went to his room,still scratching. I ran in there (to his room) grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against his bed and said something like "Tell me where you go the rash or I swear I'll" (I don't remember exactly what the threat was). Then a few moments later I was in a war zone. It was sorta like the battlefield games. I would sneak around and look for people to kill,unfortunately I only had a pistol. So I would kill a few people as I was sneaking around,and then at times I would end up stalking one person to get a shot. Eventually I got to this blown up building and knew there was a person in there,so I threw a grenade in,and killed him. Then another guy came and I ran around the side of the building so he couldn't see me. And I waited to get a shot on him. He got in a jeep but it wouldn't start,so I had time to reload and shoot him in the head. Then I looked up,and a teammate of mine has 2 guys on an airstrip with their hands up. So I run up to get the second guy,then he turns and aims at me,I try to push his gun away (I was almost to him) he shot me. As I fell to my knees everything went dark,and I could hear my mom waking me up for school.

THE END.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

23:10 – Sleep

Again in India
I’m with my parents on a house looking over a hill and we see a crowd of men outside very agitated. They are manifesting, angry about something. Not at us, but the fact they are so close is a bit worrisome. We fear they might start a riot and starts damaging our home.
We go outside try to understand what’s going on. I understand their situation and agree with their demands. I also shout some words of support and my father tells me to shut up – what am I thinking? I ask if he doesn’t agree and yes, of course, but these guys should do something about it in a peaceful and diplomatic way, not with riots. My parents decide to leave and not stay there anymore, predicting problems.
We then go through an earth road by the side of the river and I see beautiful Indian girls in their Saris and boys flirting them. Then I go through a succession of images from India, buddhist monasteries and so on.

3:30 GMT

Town of Denn
I’m going down a hill and find myself on this earth road by the edge of a large crater (more like a canyon). On my back and on the other side of the crater I see buildings destroyed by rockets and bombs. I then realise there are men hiding behind some broken windows, with guns and realise I’m in a war scenario. I decide to do a RC. I realise I’m dreaming and feel no fear. This time I remember the tasks I have to accomplish (Hooray!) Which one I do first? For some reason I didn’t feel like taking an elevator, so I decide to shrink to the atomic level. I do my best to shrink, but all I manage is to reduce maybe 10 cms. Damn. Continued trying and didn’t reduce size. Not to lose lucidity in vain, I decide to do the RPG task and decide to jump on the crater and use it as a portal for the RPG dream. I close my eyes on the jump and when feel my feet on the ground I open my eyes and I’m there!
At first I found it a bit different from what was supposed. I mean, the sky was bright blue, the houses of the village were all white and there was a general sense was of a happy sunny place. In front of me, downhill, I could see beautiful planes and hay stacks. On my left I saw these streets with white houses aligned downhill. On my back there was the main entrance to the village – through an arch, leading to a higher hill on top of which there was this big white building that at first looked like a church, but it had banners and flags and was for sure a fortress or castle. On my right also downhill there was an alignment of stands covered by tents, of what looked like a medieval fair. This fair stretched to the main entrance of the village with a few open air stands. That’s when I realised: this is the town of Denn, although in my version it looks a lot like the traditional villages from the Alentejo province in the South of Portugal.
Lots of people were moving around, all dressed in medieval clothes and I approached one stand to see what they were selling. I have no idea what it was, but now in retrospective, it might have been arrows – they had boxes full of these pointy metallic spikes with what seemed to be tiny dragon wings on their back tip. Don’t know. Then I saw a mirror on one stand and decided to see myself there. That’s when I realised I had my normal look, wearing an aquamarine dress. No! I had to enter my character, so I looked for a more private place with a mirror to change myself. I entered the main village street, right behind the stands. There was a kind of tunnel on my left, between houses, leading to an inner court and because there was nobody around, I went inside and found a room that by chance was full of “antiques” – I guess in this context, they were useful working instruments - including a large mirror. The light was very dim, but I could see my reflexion quite well so I started changing my look to my warrior me. It all turned out quite well, but for some reason My face also changed and I was now a red haired girl with a long braid and tiny brown eyes. I was cute, but a bit annoyed of not looking more like myself – I wanted black hair and big brown eyes. It took me some time, but I finally got it. Meanwhile I think I lost very precious time. I need to be less obsessed about how I look and just keep going.
At this point a guy comes in and I realise he is the king! And he is totally drunk. I wonder what is a king doing drunk in such a place, that looks like the backrooms of the servants – oh, maybe I actually know...
He starts hitting on me, saying he never saw me before but that I’m hot. I avoid him, moving around the room and he is insisting, trying to catch me. He thinks that my running around is my way to arouse him. I feel tired of this, want to go look for the tavern, when a group of people come inside all worried. They were looking for the king, afraid he was doing something stupid (as he was). As they try to grab him and take him away, I decide to sneak out before they start asking questions.
I go deeper into a hallway I find connecting to other deeper rooms and I think I found some kind of kitchen – everybody is so busy carrying stuff from one place to the other, it’s very hot and there are these servant boys taking a rest in a very dark corner with a few wooden benches.
I sit with them for a while, no one ask me questions as they are either too busy or just plain tired, but then I wake up.

Birthday party
I tried going back to the dream but ended up on a different one although with similarities. I looked in a mirror and I was dressed medieval, but this time with beautiful jewels, like a queen or princess. I was in a country house in the province of Alentejo – it was the house of a friend with whom I’m starting a business. Today is my birthday (it really is) and I am having my party at his home. My mom and a fiend are there, my dad, a guy I almost dated in high-school and Riverstone and Nighthawk are also there.
This guy from high-school brought me a load of presents. I don’t immediately open them and take them to a room. Everybody is gathered in the living room. We are chatting and eating and then my friend future partner is discouraging me from following our initial plans. He says maybe I should do it on my own and not be his partner. I am totally surprised and disappointed because until now he showed no hesitations whatsoever and all the reasons he is giving me are just BS. I try to change his mind but he just asks if I can wait, because he needs to take a shower and we continue later. I say ok and he leaves. I am chatting with someone else when he appears, all naked, in front of all the guests, totally cool about it. My mom and her friend turn away their faces, laughing embarassed. He was on his way to the shower but he forgot something and found totally natural to go butt naked to get it.
Then I decide to get my gifts from the other room and Riverstone follows me. He is already drunk and going through a jealous phase – he grabs one of the gift package and starts guessing what’s inside, starts tearing away the package and I get upset and tell him to drop it – it’s my gifts, I open it and if he has any problems that some guy is covering me in gifts it’s because he is a child. I take the gifts to the living room and start opening them. I notice that Nighthawk is also mildly embarrassed that he is not the one giving me the best or the most presents and I think “God, so frivolous! This is not a competition.”
I don’t remember what were the gifts but then we all got drunk or drugged or just sleepy, because I woke up later on in the bedroom, and everybody was sleeping on the floor. I woke up people and they left. I stayed only with the guys. No monkey business, we just staid sharing whatever trip we were experiencing. My sweater was totally sweat and I went to the toilet to change it when I saw myself in the mirror and noticed that my make up was also all messed up, so the trip must have been good.

5:40 GMT - wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


23:30 GMT - Sleep

Friends visiting and kid gets hurt
I’m in a home I feel it’s mine but only has some similarities to my real home. I’m at the balcony, that in reality is on a 3rd floor but in the dream it looks like 1st floor and has direct access by stairs to the street. In front, instead of other buildings there is a huge landscape with green hills and sparse houses. At distance I see a group of friends, but i can only recall who was one of them (H.E.). They see me and we wave at each other. They decide to come to visit me. We express lots of joy when we meet, but then they surprise me by saying they’ve been there before when I was not present. I ask “really?” and they say “Sure, and A.G. even stayed behind. Didn’t you see him inside the house?” I was embarrassed thinking that he might have been hiding and saw me undress and talking to myself. But then they say they are just kidding and I say it wasn’t funny.
Later at dawn there’s a big fuss going on under my balcony, on the street. I go look and apparently some kid had an accident while playing and is losing a lot of blood – it seems he cut or lost his ear, but I’m not sure. An ambulance is already coming and lots of people are taking care of him, so I decide to close the window and go inside. But I think my action didn’t please my neighbours and I hear them saying nasty things, like I don’t care if the kid is ok or not.

Cat possessed by a spirit
The next day I receive a visit from my dad, my two uncles and one aunt. They are on the kitchen that connects directly to the living room. It then that I realise this house is actually much more like the beach house of a friend of mine. On the living room I find my black cat but with him are two other cats and the most striking is that one of these cats which is also black, he’s a bit old and has some injuries, namely one ear missing (what a coincidence – a cat-dream-reincarnation of the kid of the dream-night before).
When the visitors leave, then something surreal happens. In the living room I find this demon or spirit which I can only sense but not really see. He is cloud-like and when in contact with it I feel it’s intentions. I just have time to grab a plastic bag and close it very tight (cool, catching spirits with a bag, reminds me of Ghostbusters). As if it was some insect, I decide to take it outside and then close all my windows so it won’t come inside again (silly). But when I arrive at my second balcony on the back of the house, there’s an helicopter landing on it and with all this commotion going on, I realise I left the spirit out of the bag.
I run the house looking for it and I find my cat, possessed by the spirit! He looks demonic and ready to cause some damages. But with love and patience I approach the cat and I think I calm him down (don’t remember more.)

Brussels on a hurry
I was in Brussels, inside a taxi and upset that this time I had no time at all to enjoy it. I was passing an avenue and saw the theatre/opera which strangely looked more like Berlin than Brussels, but ok. I was thinking of some invitation from friends who were going to see a play and I couldn’t go because I was on my way to the airport, already leaving. Even the hotel where I stayed was amazing and I had no time to stop and simply enjoy it. I was sad and a bit frustrated. [I am actually going there next month, so we’ll see if it’s just work and no enjoyment or not.]


2:00 GMT – 1st waking

Undefined
As soon as I move to write it down, it fades. I vaguely remember looking at some charts with hollow olive-green circles and something about magic.

4:00 GMT – 2nd waking

Talking about gurus and peeing myself
I met my high school girl friends, with whom I don’t speak for so long. There’s a huge distance (emotionally speaking) separating us and they are talking with each other, excluding me from the conversation. Until I hear them talking about their spiritual journeys and realise that L. is very interested in my guru, although she has no clue he is my guru. I tell her and this breaks the ice. She wants to know more. We hang around a bit and then head to a toilet - I go to the toilet every night, probably because I really go to the toilet every night in RL. The toilet seat is very high and when sitting there I pee all over the place because I can’t sit straight on this thing – it’s embarrassing! A cleaning lady comes at the right time and I tell her it was not my fault. She is aware of the toilet problem and even helps me, showing me a shower where I can clean myself. Then I finally leave the toilet with my friends, but it’s not easy because meanwhile a huge crowd of ladies is going in and out of it. (What a stupid dream...)

War (again)
I’m with my friend R. (from the previous group of girl friends) in a trench. She is dressed in military uniform from WWII with one of those metal helmets on her head. Behind us is a tank shooting at some wall in front of us. My friend is getting to adventurous and gets out of the trench heading to this wall. Not only she is danger because of the enemies, but she is on the way of our own bombs. I see she has some idea but I have no clue what could be. I see the bombs exploding closer and closer to her I also get out of the trench and move towards her to get her back in a safe place when one bomb falls right by her side and we are projected in the air. Magically none of us get seriously hurt and then I hear some off-voice commentating that in reality this wouldn’t be possible and explaining all the physics behind it to prove his point. (I felt I was inside a war documentary.)

Reptilians
I was with my parents at the airport. I had just arrived from somewhere (probably Brussels, from that other dream before). We were sitting on a cafeteria, talking, and I had this itch in my eye that was getting worst and worst. I looked on some mirrored surface what was going on and I had this awful irritation. After a while my iris was all black and I had this internal jelly-like extra lid - like cats have. I thought it looked like I had reptilian eyes, but I didn’t say anything, because my father would not understand or would think I’m crazy. But he left the table for a while and I told my mother what was on my mind. She then told me she had had the same exact problem a few days before and it occurred to her the same exact idea. No way! Then we were discussing that maybe we are reptilians without knowing and about if that would even be possible. I mean, this would prove that they aren’t all evil heartless cold blooded creatures, but that they are actually normal people or that many of us are actually unknowing reptilian-human hybrids!

Two dreams intertwined, soup kitchen and a stalker
I’m still with my parents at the airport but nobody is coming to serve at the cafeteria. My father comes back and tells us that we must go to a desk on the opposite side from where we were to get the food. It happens that this was in fact a soup kitchen for the poor. Then I had two dreams overlapping and I was two characters at the same time, with different stories – my own RL and some DC.
So I was on the queue to get the food when some girl putting potatoes on the plate found strange that I was there and asked me if I was really poor. I said I wasn’t starving but that I was a single working mom and my baby was staying with his grandma and that we had food but we also needed to save money for other expenses with the baby and I had in fact got stamps from the social services to eat there. Although none of this is true in my real life, I wasn’t truly lying. I could actually see the baby in my mind and know that he existed in my life and the story was real. But at the same time I had doubts – didn’t I just arrived by plane from somewhere? Wasn’t I here with my parents? The girl believed me and went back to get even more potatoes.
Then I notice a guy leaving the queue and exiting the place. He tries to do it unnoticed but I have a glimpse of him and I recognise him as this guy that stalked me for some time (in RL). He knows me (the real me) and I got scared that he knows I’m not poor 8the me that’s not poor, I mean) and he probably is feeling upset to hear my dream me telling this story that for him isn’t true. I imagine that he is waiting me outside somewhere to hurt me. Or maybe he knows my new address and is there lurking, waiting my arrival. I feel worried and try to get company to go home with me.


5:40 GMT – 4th waking

Lucid in the city and Goldberg machine!
I’m walking in a city, it looks like Lisbon, but could be anywhere. I pass in front of a grocery store and they have those supermarket freezers with no doors on the sidewalk. I think “what a waste of energy” and stop to look at the leafy green vegetables and salad dressings they have on it. Then for some reason I become lucid. Oh well, what am I going to do?, maybe fly. I fly around the city, really trying to shock the DC, but as usual, they don’t find it strange that I’m flying and I get bored. Let’s try something I’ve never done before: fireballs in my hands. I make a wish, I visualise, I do my best, but nothing comes out, just a bit of smoke. I feel frustrated and try harder. This time a new set of fingers grow in the palm of my hand, imitating a flame, which is very funny and original but clearly not what I had in mind. I shake it away and they are gone. Before I lose lucidity I decide to fly a bit more, this time to above the city, to see the world from up there as I’ve done before. Unfortunately this night I’m not managing to fly much higher than the city buildings and taller trees. Luckily on top of a tree I find a wooden platform and discover a whole circuit between the trees and city buildings, made of platforms, suspended bridges, ropes and lianas and I decide to follow it. Not only it might be amusing, but I wonder if by doing it it will help me loose these fears of doing it in RL. At some point it even get dangerous, because I have to cross some place with high-voltage wires just hanging on ropes – I start to forget that it’s just a dream and feel a bit fear. Then I end up in front of this amazing 3-storey high box-like construction and wonder what it is. I figure out it is some kind of Goldberg machine and equate if I go inside it or not, when some chair falls down and the whole thing starts to fall apart – jets of water, hanging objects falling, etc. Three guys, laughing their asses off and all wet, come out of it. They were inside it and had lost the game. It was a team game: they had to solve some kind of puzzle, but as they go on, they start running out of options and one wrong movement can start the machine, ending the game. Apparently they were there for hours, thinking about the next move, when one made the wrong move, collapsing it. All of a sudden, puzzles and chess games look so démodé. Then I can't keep the dream on and I wake up.

6:55 GMT – Wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This night, many of the dreams were actually continuation of the same long dream, because they always went back to the same referencial labyrinthic building. Still, I defined each change of scene as a different dream. Sometimes it is difficult to make a clear separation between them.


23:00 GMT - Sleep

Undefined
I woke up remembering a long dream, but as soon as I reached for the notebook I forgot what it was. Something about capacities and expectations and achievements. I think I fell asleep thinking of recalling dreams and then made it into a dream, the rationalization around it.

0:50 GMT – 1st waking

Strange building
I am on some weird building, apparently with many other tourists. My father and my boyfriend are also present. The building is actually modern and not so special but they have this wooden stairs leading to the top of some tower, that are a huge challenge to climb and there’s a huge queue of people waiting to climb it. I realise I’m topless and I feel mildly embarrassed. It occurs to me that I am topless in there because I am sleeping topless in my bed – still, this awareness wasn’t enough for me to become lucid (Bollocks!).
I look in my bag for some clothes and find some t-shirts and even a bra, but the t-shirt is just fine and I wear it.
Because of this topless incident, I lost my place on the queue and because I and my boyfriend are bored, we decide to come back later. My dad had already climbed the stairs.

Girls with dog in parking lot
We go downstairs and find ourselves in the exit of the building’s parking lot. A car with some sort of towbox is stopped in the exit and two girsl are speaking with the security guy about something. Then I think they get all happy when their dog appears – I understood he was on the towbox and must have jumped off or something. They put him back on the open box and prepare to leave but we engage in conversation with them. Don’t remember exactly what it was about, but we connected deeply. I felt a sense of communion with them and they smiled and said “We may live far away from each other but we are part of the same small global village.” They left but they stayed with me, like a spiritual connection.

My cat and flirting with a singer from a band
I then see my cat roaming free in the parking lot and then up the stairs. He is a home cat, not used to be outside, so I was worried he would get lost (and what was he doing there?) so I caught him and hold him in my arms. I’m back to the wooden stairs but without my hands free I can’t climb them at all. So I take a lift that I just realise is there. Instead of leading to some interesting place it just takes me to a floor with offices. Boring. There’s this guy there receiving the visitors and I recognise him as a guy from a Portuguese band called Delfins. (Strangely, it is like the 2nd time this guy appears in my dreams and I’m not a fan or anything.) Maybe because I recognised him and was looking at him fixedly, he thought I was flirting with him and responded the same way. It was funny, but I wasn’t really into it, so I divert from the visitors group – anyway, the visit was dead boring – and left through a door to outside.
I recognised the hill where I ended up, as being the hill behind my old home and neighbourhood, but much more beautiful, with lots of trees with a golden colour of an immense beauty. I walk by it and start descending a stairway that exists (or existed) in the far end of this place, and the dream starts dissolving.

1:59 GMT – 2nd waking

Strange building again
When I go again to sleep I am again in what seems to be the same building. Instead of the stairs I was descending on the outside, I was now descending some stairs and ramps inside that building but once again it didn’t seem interesting. The stairs led once again to a floor with offices. OK, the disposition of the building was interesting, like a labyrinth – it was impossible to go from one defined point to another, the ramps, stairs and elevators always took me to random places that didn’t seem to have an exit at all. That was the case now. The stairs ended in an office and there was no other option. But then I found an elevator and decided to take it.
The elevator took me directly to the middle of a room where all the visitors from the beginning of this dream where all sit together listening to their guide. I decided to sit to. A friend of mine called Joan was there and I sat by his side. He jumped like he had felt an electric shock (that’s how he described it). He hadn’t seen me and was surprised when I sat by his side and he felt a shock. He was really amazed. Maybe he wasn’t a DC but actually sharing the dream with me (I will ask him).

Yacht to an island
The guide then took us all to boats (yachts) and took us to some island nearby. I loved the clear sky and the blue water and the sun shining and grabbed my camera from my bag but was disappointed that it didn’t look like my actual camera. I assumed I had exchanged it accidentally with someone else (another dream sign lost). I couldn't take pictures with this shitty camera and I feel frustrated. Just put it away and enjoy the amazing natural aquatic landscape.

In the middle of a war
But the beautiful fantasy island we were going to revealed to be at war. As soon as we arrived there we heard shots and I saw a group of armed people on the opposite side of a river from where we were. Instead of telling us to run away in the opposite direction, our guide told us to move forward, in the direction of the shots. I thought that was crazy but I didn’t offer much resistance to. I went, but at a certain point we had to get down behind this concrete blocks that could hardly cover us. A shot was fired that passed just in front of my nose and opened a hole in a window by my side. I thought I could have just died! I had a backpack that was then targeted and I felt lots and lots of shots destroying in and it was scary to feel it so close to my body. I really felt close to dying with the bullets, but miraculously I wasn’t shot. We kept going, crawling on the floor but all of a sudden when I thought I was out of danger, a girl appears out of nowhere and starts beating me. She is really decided to kill me. I don’t know her, but I have to defend myself so I fight back. Soon realise she is no match for me and I kick her ass badly. But I don’t want to kill her, so I take her injured to inside this place we’re taking hide out.

A party
Maybe we’re celebrating surviving the shooting (I have no clue), but now I’m inside a house and there’s a party going on. Not a huge party, more a like a funeral celebration actually, but there’s food and drinks. The injured girl is there, looking miserably embarrassed and angry. I go to the kitchen looking for some fruit juice, but can’t find a clean glass to drink or any juice.

??? GMT – 3rd waking

A secret dream
Confidential

Peacock temple and the 12 stages practice
I was somewhere in the middle-east (or so it seemed) and I find this beautiful amazing temple with the shape of a peacock. The façade looks like the feathers of the peacock. I “hear” that here there’s a strange rare cult with a background of deep philosophical roots. I “hear” they do something like the “12 stages of something” practice and that many people from different religions come to pray here and pay homage to their wisdom.

7:00 GMT – Wake up

Well I don't really remember much

Anyways, I don't talk to my dad but I saw him in my dream and we were getting along really well and it felt so genuine and real until I like woke up and realized it was a dream.

I went back to sleep and then here is another fragment I was at the backyard of my moms friends house and I was running in my underwear (my dad wasn't in here anymore) and then I was flying upwards and I was like woohoo I already knew it was a dream and I was very lucid, the dream was very detailed, I was examining every single detail from left to right but it was kind of hard to keep it going, then I flew down into some persons house and there was a witch there.

Then like in this show called Charmed my favorite show she was trying to throw an energy ball while I was up in the air near the celling of the house and I yelled 'energy ball' and it orbed into my hand (these are charmed terms btw) and I threw it back at her and it didn't hit her so we kept this going for like 4 times until somehow I lost control and I flew out of the house onto the floor.

Next, I really have no clue what this was about, I don't know if I was lucid or not but I was trying to control the dream, it worked very well on many levels to say the least, far better than any other dream I've had so far. Basically it was me and my cousin sort of again, her name is Suzy, she was in one of my last dreams if you remember. I guess this was like some sequel to that dream, and like it was her friend Rat, and I remember we were in the mall, me and Rat, and like I kept trying to find her and yell for her but she wouldn't come so I said a spell from charmed (similar to the spell 'to call a lost witch') and from the top floor of the mall (the mall was really big and distorted in my dream) she vanished in like a wind spiral and came down in front of me, which I was like FUCK YEAH I CAN FINALLY DO SPELLS IN MY DREAMS (this is a BIG accomplishment for me it actually helps me control my dreams better and more detailed)

So then we were walking down this escaltor which was really weird because it was like going up and down at the same time, impossible architecture maybe? then we finally went up for one last time and went out, I don't know where we went but we were basically hiding behind these cars in a parking lot with a bunch of people trying to shoot at us (ala Inception) and I said another spell, something like make me invincible blah blah and it rhymed but not too well, it's funny in my dreams I have a much more fluid vocabulary and easier to make rhyming spells, anyways after I said it, Rat was already gone, and I was like haha I'm invincible you can't hurt me, so I was just walking while they were shooting at me, which was another big accomplishment because usually by this point I lose some sort of faith and they manage to shoot me and I wake up or something, and btw this was all at night time, and while i went all the way in the parking lot I reached Target, and it was already day time, and then I was looking for Tristan and Anthony (anthony was also in another one of my dreams if you read my first DJ), and then they were behind me and there was a bunch of teen gangster around me trying to shoot me, and they tried to shoot me as I was walking in target and it went through me and I was like haha missed me or something and we went in, and they were all surprised and I was like 'Tristan, your comin with me' 'you too Anthony' and I guess I was trying to gather up some sort of army or something to do Time Travel as far as I remember, and then as we were walking down the aisles Anthony asked me a question I forgot what, and I completely lost lucidity and woke up.

The end. Trust me this is all I could remember now it's been 3 hours, I know there was WAY WAY more fun stuff see you next in the next dream!