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    1. Wednesday, March 6

      by , 03-13-2019 at 07:04 PM
      I am with Dad and Makayla in an unfamiliar house, on the brown couch. I have a pair of athletic looking Hanes underwear that are on clearance that I am folding and clipping onto a hanger. It is pretty dim in here, and there is something on the TV. Iím not sure if itís a movie or what. The scenario is Ted? and some middle aged men (on a sports team I think) getting drug tested. They have to lay down and their outline is sort of outlined or saved on the ground. From toe to head it then fills with color seemingly out of nowhere, the colors indicating drug use. The problem I notice (and they donít?) is that this is being tested on everyone at once, so youíre not able to see who it was that tested positive. Iím thinking that Ted will test positive because I smoked with him just the other week. The people notice the color indicating drug use, and it then comes out that it is the coach what has been using marijuana weekly (for pain?). He seems slightly defensive and like he thinks testing for it is stupid. Now, I notice that Iím in only a tan bath towel as I get up. I think there are others here, as I am apparently addressing them as I say/shout something like Ďthere is a war and you might as well accept it.í No one responds, so I feel slightly self conscious but still supportive of what Iíve said.
    2. Tuesday, February 19

      by , 02-22-2019 at 02:29 AM
      I am at some small event in some smaller event room. There are people from work here as well as Sage and maybe her boyfriend. I have come here with Makayla; I think it is somewhere in California. Makayla calls Mom to ask if we can stay here for dinner. I say, mostly to myself since sheís on the phone, that Mom could throw us a 20 and it would help. Mom says yes, inciting a subdued bout of excitement. I envision taking an Uber back just as a humorous scenario, mentally gawking at what it would cost if they even go that far. I am seated now, at the end of one of two tables that abuts the other. Against the wall and on smaller display tables are the beers on tap. Each actually looks like its own little machine - they range in appearance from slushee machines to small drink vending machines, etc, each with their own design for the beer within. Evelyn from work is looking at them all, very closely. I wasnít going to go up and look at them alone, so I take this opportunity. There are some fairly good options, but nothing amazing. I think I see the Sierra Nevada Torpedo. I think there is a porter and a hefeweizen, the hefe in what looks like a pineapple yellow pina colada machine. I think its name is slightly off - actually Heineken or something? I think I decide to pass on it because it seems like a bad imitation of the style. I think I end up with a glass of the Torpedo. Iím now seated again, across from Sage and maybe her boyfriend. The apparent host, a petite, bald, bespectacled man wearing a white apron around his waist, is coming around and jovially making sure everything and everyone is okay. Everyone seems to be uplifted by this quaint manís demeanor. He takes Sageís order, which is Ďspare porkí. I now see a plate of it in front of her, three or four generously sized slices of pork. He looks at me now, and I want the same thing, but Ďspare porkí sounds wrong, so I say instead Ďthe same thingí. I notice my drink is a few sips away from being empty. I want to order another while I have the service available, but I also donít want to ask for more while I still have some.




      I am working a wedding. I am standing outside and near the entrance gate to what seems to be a large, upscale country club. Everything seems spread out, showcasing the grassy, and in places marshy, land. It seems like a pleasant day. I am holding a fairly big gift bag - it is for the couple whom I just saw but now cannot find. I feel sort of out of place. I want to get this gift to them, but guests keep showing up, expecting me to direct them. A lifted, impossibly white truck approaches; the driver is impeccably clean cut and dressed in an effortlessly classy and flattering suit. Through his open window, he tells me that he likes my shoes. They are my new ones (that I bought at work). Iím also wearing dress pants and a tucked dress shirt. He now asks me where the Ďhalfway pointí is, and I hesitate. He asks again, kind of snootily, as if I should know right away. It makes me feel kind of stupid. I then recall an image of a white line on some asphalt, so I tell the man to continue on and he will see the halfway point marked with a white line, gesturing with my hands. To my left, I see the asphalt walkway meandering through and then becoming obscured by some tall grasses. I see men in suits walking with girls in dresses, all pastel colors, and it is idyllic. I now start walking, but I am not on any walkway. The ground is marshy; my feet start to sink enough to get the tops of my shoes wet. Beth has apparently been watching me and asks what Iím doing. I inwardly agree with her sentiment and start to come back. I still want to give them this gift though, so I start again, though this time I seem to be holding onto some kind of ledge and traversing with my feet also on some small lip of something more solid than the marsh. It all seems cramped and small and obscured by the foliage. *It is as Iím doing this that I hear my alarm go off.




      Mom is in my room and has apparently been going through my stuff, as she is holding up whatís left of a joint in a plastic bag that was hidden in my laundry basket. She seems really upset, mad, or disappointed. Iím not sure why; itís really not that big of a deal to me. Sheís also holding some new clothes she got for me. There are some tank tops on hangers and some red and blue underwear that look more like Speedos. I take them and hang them in the closet; they are a tight fit. I think Iím getting ready to go to class or work.




      I am in the bathroom with Melissa. I am naked at least from the waist down, and using some hair removal cream? on my pubic region. For whatever reason, I start rubbing it on my lower legs, until it starts to feel like thereís less hair (I didnít intend to remove the hair on my legs). I tell Melissa I just accidentally removed all my leg hair and she doesnít believe me. I rub my legs, feeling only skin and stubble.
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    3. Saturday, February 16

      by , 02-17-2019 at 12:43 AM
      I am about to go to a party with Amy, Blake, Salina, etc. Melissa is with me right now, and I think weíre at Dadís. We go into the garage to pick a few beers from a case (*they look like the Lost Coast ones). While weíre getting ready/are ready, a dark SUV pulls into the driveway. The people about our age in it are dressed up like itís Halloween and are coming back from this party like itís already over. One of the guys seems a little too intoxicated. We stop and talk with them for a little. Now Iím thinking about the possibility of them offering weed at the party. I consider if Iíd accept or not and how much, if any, Iíd mix with drinking.




      Iím in a bedroom, writing down either the notes for a dream Iíve remembered or the dream itself. Dad and Scottie are in here too. Scottie is awkwardly watching me, seemingly amazed. Itís kind of annoying, and I think about going to a different room.
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    4. Wednesday, February 6

      by , 02-17-2019 at 12:36 AM
      I am, I think, outside of a large, unfamiliar house. Itís slightly above me in elevation, and thereís a slightly winding walkway down to the water? It ends in an octagonal and covered dock. Itís covered in what seems like a green canvas material. There are multiple pieces of it, resulting in slight openings where their edges meet. Someone is/was with me; I ask her if she thinks the weed scent would linger down here, and she says no. I recline in a chair and light a joint. After a few tokes, I shake off the resulting clump of ash.
    5. Saturday, January 19

      by , 02-02-2019 at 11:56 PM
      I am outside of the preschool (I only have the thought that it is the preschool - it looks nothing like it). Iím standing with my back against a cement wall. I think itís a ramp or something, as the building is a bit above where I am. It seems more like an elementary school. Melissa and some other girl are with me. I am smoking a joint, passing it to this other girl at times. Now, Nathanielís mom and sister show up. I hold the joint down at my left side, partially obscuring it, but not completely concealing it, as I donít feel the need to. They start talking with us and Beatrice, seeming older, casually takes the joint. Before she does anything with it, Stephanie asks sharply ďis that a marijuana cigarette?Ē with a small, incredulous, and accusing emphasis on the last two words. It is largely rhetoric anyway; she already knows it is. She bats it out of her hand and the two of them leave. When Stephanie asked, Melissa had quickly said no and backed away a few steps. I pick the joint up, bending it back into shape a bit, feeling bad about this whole situation. Apparently word has gotten to Niki, as she is quickly coming over here. She seems mad as she tries to talk to me and I just walk away from her. Sometime later I am texting Melissa, telling her Iím very sorry. She says that Stephanie is livid. I get the impression that Melissa is more upset at her being mad than at me. I now go into a building here, as if Iím going to work. It looks nothing like work and more like an IKEA, but more ornate and with larger rooms with higher ceilings. There is so much furniture and things on the walls that it looks as if it could be a hidden object game. There are a lot of people walking through here. I am taking a few of the same fuzzy, zip-up sweatshirts back. I feel a little high, and it is agreeable. It puts a smile on my face. Without the sweatshirts now, I enter a room. This room has a dark wood floor and a velvety, mossy green tapestry covering two of the walls. Thereís also a black grand piano on the left wall. James is here, and I ask if he can play. He tells me ďa littleĒ and sits at the piano. He starts playing something that actually sounds pretty advanced. It oscillates between low and high notes; the lows sound far too deep for a piano, and the high notes are pretty high as well. I think that Iíd like to try this piano. I also think that there are two older men sitting in two chairs in the far corner.
    6. Friday, July 13

      by , 08-31-2018 at 08:05 PM
      I have DMT. This DMT is in the form of little white rings that look just like the lifesaver mints. I have quite a few of them (for a moment I think theyíre laid out in a grid). I think I am going to take a ľ of one - enough for a mild trip.



      I have gotten high (from smoking pot, Iím pretty sure). It hits me and is rather intense. I havenít been high in a long time and its wave is familiar but almost catches me off guard. I am in a room with Melissa (I want to say Melissa, but it also might be Felicia?) and both her and the roomís proportions seem off and fuzzy. She asks if Iím high, though it is obvious. I stumble back into a counter at one point.
      Tags: dmt, drugs, high, weed
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    7. Dream Journal Entry #1: A Curious Girl, Aztec Battle, Weed Hiding, and Dog Riding!

      by , 06-01-2018 at 04:31 PM
      I'm leading two youths through a town: a little girl and boy. The girl asks about the development of her breasts so I nervously redirect her attention to a restaurant. She says she would like to eat at 'this' restaurant instead, and points to one called "Rational and Action". We sit down and the girl tells me that the burger has changed since the last time she'd eaten there.

      I'm falling off a cliff, so I hang onto a ladder. Options in text form appear before my face, one asking for me to jump, and the other asking me to climb back up. I choose to jump and reach for a thick green vine on the cliff. I use the vine the anchor my feet onto the cliff and begin to pull and walk my way up over the cliff's edge. When I reach the top, I am standing before what seems to be an Aztec ruin. I walk through a gate entrance into an open square laid with brick. Suddenly I begin fighting humanoid creatures dressed in silver and gold armour with many weapons. I defeat them all, but the last is able to nick my right index finger and I notice a gaping red cut crossing from the left tip of my finger to the top right of my palm.

      I'm in the basement smoking weed with some friends and I have the need to hide my weed. I try to grind the weed and place it in a bag to slip through a crack leading outside in my shower, but I can't grind fast enough. Instead I put the weed in a tupperware container, stash it in my bag and leave to go to school. An old man, dark, with long hair, stops me and tells me how to properly organize my backpack so that I can efficiently hide the weed. He also gives me two dogs to take to school. One to ride, and one that protects me. I think 'Isn't it going to hurt the dog?' but I step over it's back and sit down anyways. The dog takes off at a high speed, running with joy and it's joy and speed make me giddy with excitement. The road turns from county fields to town streets.

      Total LD's/Dream = 0/1 = 0%

      Updated 06-03-2018 at 09:57 PM by 95100

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    8. January 4, 2018

      by , 01-04-2018 at 07:43 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      I'm in an amusement park with a few of my friends/family. I get on this rollercoaster with my sister. As we're going up the hill I realize I never put my safety bar down. I told her that and she tells me to put it on before we go down the hill. It won't budge so I hold on for dear life as we go through flips and spins.

      I remember we had some motive to overthrow the park from the leaders. We were sort of sneaking around when a manager came up to us who sort of looked like the dad of my childhood friend Thomas. I ask him how the kids are but he's onto our scheme to overthrow the park so he suspiciously follows us to the second floor. We tell him we need to go to the bathroom so we sneak into there.

      At some point I'm just in this overhead view like rollercoaster tycoon trying to decide which rides to build and then trying to build the paths to the entrances and exits but they're messed up due to the slant of the hills. There were all kinds of rollercoasters and I remember I had accidentally built 3 of the same kind right next to each other.

      Another non-lucid I'm back in college at JMU visiting my friend Kyle. I'm in our old apartment in the bathroom but it's some sort of closet. He comes in with my buddy Grayson and they're talking about drinking and smoking weed. He offers me weed but I decline because I didn't want to get messed up at the moment. There are girls with them as well. Chandni was there but wasn't wearing any pants and I couldn't recognize the other girls.
    9. #209: Artist

      by , 09-12-2016 at 04:12 AM
      Writing this down a few hours later. Think it would've made a memorable dream if I had written it down immediately.


      I'm in a room. It's the studio of an artist. A painter of sorts I think. He is... eccentric. He also runs a weed business from within this room. He has just hired his girlfriend to help him, but he's complaining about everything she does. He's giving her instructions: this joint you light before handing it over, this one you just hand over, this particular weed you give this much of, and so on. He's complaining that his previous employee was great. I feel bad for his girlfriend.

      This artist has made an art work on a canvas for me. Not entirely sure if everything was painted on. He just finished and is now taking a break, relaxing on some beanie bag type of thing. The artist can still edit the art work, but he's put so much effort into it that I feel bad about it. He's also hinting strongly that it would be a lot of work. I'm not really satisfied with the work though. A second painting will come after his break. I show the first one (or the second one?) to my non-existent girlfriend. I think it's a painting of her, but she doesn't recognise it and I'm kinda shy to tell her for some reason. Not sure what happened, but I think she got mad and it was the final straw. We broke up on the spot. She stayed inside with the artist and I went outside. The girlfriend also went outside. Outside the door is the first time I really take a look at her. She's wearing short heels and something with bare legs. She's pasty white. Somewhere along the dream some chemistry starts evolving between us.
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    10. #262 - 3 nights of dreams

      by , 08-14-2016 at 09:47 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Dream night 1
      -I thoroughly enjoyed the environment of this dream, it was like a whole different universe. I was in space pretty much, but it was a dimension where a species of ice monsters lived. I was a young adolescent ice monster brawling with a friend who was older and stronger. The older our species gets the we bigger we get, and we never stop growing. We also don't die of age, but are usually killed due to power struggles to become the guardian leader. As we brawl we I hurl chunks of ice at my friend which are floating around in this dark space. We barrage each with these huge ice chunks, and the scene kind of zooms out. It reveals that we're not really throwing ice chunks, but the remains of the head of one of our species... The size is absolutely insane. The size I am now is bigger than a human, but the size of the head is like a small mountain, lifeless and floating through the ice-space dimension. I know the context of this thing in the dream, apparently we have a single leader or 'guardian' at a time, and the only way to become the guardian is to kill the current one. As this thought goes through my mind I see in the distance the current leader... It's grabbed a huge pillar of ice floating through the space and smashes it against another giant chunk of ice. It then shoots a roaring blast of frost and snow out of its mouth, like a dragon would breathe fire. The dream refocuses back on me and my friend. He sees the leader and wants to 'challenge' him... It's such a stupid idea but he grabs me by the ankle and drags me through space with him to attack the leader. We immediately upon encountering the huge ice monster realize that we have to escape. We've pissed it off and it charges after us. There's a bit more to the environment at this point... There are these ribbons of ice lined up like soldiers, they stretch upwards into infinity where they seem to be hanging from. They're wide and extremely thin, there's lines and lines of them stretching into the distance (trying really hard to describe this properly). Me and my friend charge into this forest of ice-sheet ribbons and commit to the 5 D's.. dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge. We split apart and double back, the giant monster is faster and bigger but we're small and can hide easy. It also seems like the monster is really animalistic and dumb.
      I end up getting caught, it grabs me with it's giant hands that completely encircle the length of me. I struggle to get free, knowing I may be killed here. I think he smashes me at one point too... I bite his hand but my neck gets crushed. Fuck. He drops me for a bit and I'm now next to him gasping, he is pretty much toying with me. But then something odd happens.. I cough and a flurry of snow and icy coldness sputters out as I try gasp for breath.. I then do it again and it's even stronger, and each time I cough the ability seems to grow in power. The guardian ice monster is interested and confused, watching and hesitant to approach me. The wounds in my throat have sealed because of the ice I breathe out, acting as a sort of ice-plaster that prevents me from drowning from the bloody cuts. There are others too that have popped up due to the commotion of the ice monster chasing and smashing things. They watch me intrigued, as does my friend (who has poked his head out of his hiding place). Everyone is surprised because I'm supposed to be MUCH older before being able to breathe ice blasts at this level.


      -Another ice monster story occurred sometime during the night where I entered a human world (since we can jump dimensions). It felt like a cross between LoL and 'Fantastic Beasts and where to find them'..

      Dream night 2
      -Me and some friends have gone rock hunting, they apparently explored an area and couldn't find anything but I decided that I would use my geological expertise to double check.. I head to what looks to be an opening of grassland amongst trees near the road. It's kind of like a park really. I seem some rocks jutting out very slightly in a single spot and decide to head there to check it out.. I immediately find some incredible beautiful geodes of amethyst and some really nice agates. I think that it would be really hard to get all this home.. Did I bring my car? Hmm... My train of thought gets interrupted as I see an old lady arrive, she drove up in her car and gets out to walk towards a house that's just behind some trees. I smile as she passes so as to seem friendly and also in case I have to talk to her. I hadn't been able to see the house earlier but now realize that I'm on someones property... It's pretty much stealing if I take these and I don't feel good about it especially since she saw me O_O maybe I could leave and then come back later? But what if they take the rocks... Fuck. I'll have to charismatically talk my way through this one.
      I spot a woman emerging from the house, maybe the child of the old lady. The woman sees me and approaches to ask why I'm on her property. I explain that I truly only just realize, you see.. "I had been out looking for interesting rocks and thought this was a small glade or park. I didn't spot the house until I noticed the old lady as my eyes were glued to the ground." I apologized for not realizing sooner and purposefully omitted the discovery of some extremely incredible rocks on her property. Not sure how but I talked my way through it and she invited me into her house, she mentioned she had a son and I ended up meeting him, he is a bit younger than me. He was a typical westy bogan type that's far too common where I live. I hit it off with him and his friends, he was really nice and I complimented them on their hair, almost saying they had dreads but as I was speaking I looked closer and noticed it was just unruly, wavy and long. It set them in a good mood and they liked me even more and eventually the guy gave me a tinny of weed and what looked like a lolly-bag of these black and white pebbles (it was a new kind of drug that was low-key like weed or something.. Not 'bad'). I'm amazed by how nice the guy is and thank him (fully intending to just give the drugs to my mate when I get home). We all get up and leave, head out of the house and to the road. We get into a car and drive off to enjoy the encroaching night by hanging around a beach or something.

      Next thing I remember is that I'm arriving home.. I come into Josh's room and hang out with him and Daniel. I'm surprised I'm not tired after being out all night and only just arriving home, maybe I slept at their place? I am considering a good time to announce free weed for them but Josh apparently scored a bit of weed too. He gets it out and slams it down as he announces, I then pull the stuff I got and put it down too but the timing was off and it didn't have as much effect as it could have. Josh starts grinding some weed up in this grinder that's bigger than the size of his hand. Dan gets up and leaves the room and at some point people start coming into the doorway and peering in. You can't really see what Josh is doing because he's angled away from the door though. I'm just sitting in a chair at this point and I get more nervous as people keep peering in, like my ex and my mom came at one point and I felt like I disappointed them which was unfair since I hadn't done anything.


      This dream kind of reflects a bit that's been happening.. I've been better good at talking to people and articulating my sentences in such a way as to get people to help me or do their work --> this is a thing because the company I work for requires people to do jobs (no shit right?) and a lot of the time they ignore it and I end up needing to rope people together. I've also been able to get small things here and there, like free lessons or free coffees from the cafe. It's a weird thing to happen for me since I'm severely deaf and have always struggled with communication. Also with the drug part I got questioned if I was high by my friend when I wasn't and he said it in a really accusing way -.- it ticked me off at the time as I was really fatigued from work.

      Dream night 3
      I remember a little bit about telling off the dog, I was annoyed at her and wanted her to learn not to do it again so I did the whole 'pinching' thing so as to teach her properly. But I overdid it a bit and felt a little bad about it.

      I had a dream that was like a video game RTS, where you have a civilization (1 of 5) which you use to fight the other civilization. It had a really interesting graphic design too but the game mechanics were dumb as fucking shit. There were only 2 civilizations you could win with because they had units that could fly and also were 'good-aligned' and therefore had a much lower risk of accumulating bad karma. Apparently if you get too much bad karma you can summon an evil demon god that fucks everyone up.
      I played the game mostly from the skill tree panel for some reason (instead of actually playing the game I guess..??) and had been playing the bad evil civilization which I ended up losing with which really sucked.
    11. Walking Dead-esque and Tattoo Shop connected to a grocery store

      by , 07-24-2016 at 07:31 PM
      *Gonna use a question mark(?) for a things that are hard to remember*

      I remember being apart of a group(?) and we were in this sort of camping environment, we were close to an interstate because I remember driving there to escape(?) from something. I also remember going to this dark part of the woods, it had this roof type thing made of leaves and trees , and the ground dipped down into this small puddle. The puddle had leaches or something, but their was a way to get around it. In front of this little forest place, their was this door to a home attached right smackdab in the middle of all this heavy foliage. I remember being in the host but their was a group who was already in their(?) and they were bandits, and killed some of our own(?).

      I also remember, very extremely faintly, being in a lucid where I smoked weed. That was it.

      I also remember that I was apart of a group (could be attached to the first dream) and we were in a RV now, but me and this one guy was disconnected from the group, but it was okay since we were in this city area now. He went into the tattoo shop I guess for a tattoo(?) and I remember him walking out and the tattoo guy yelling at us for some reason(?). My mom and her friends met up with us and she made me go grocery shopping with her. All I remember.
    12. Water Bender

      by , 05-05-2016 at 05:36 PM
      Morning of Thursday, may 5th, 2016

      Survival situation where we can float on little patches of earth and also I can ride my cat high up in the air, it gets to a point where people come to us looking for water services because the group I was in could water bend and in this whole world everything revolved around water including stuff that doesn't need it in the real world. We would use the water to make us float ( standing on unstable patches of earth) After a while the people who came to us for help wanted to use water to smoke weed (yes my imagination loves to run wild with dreams, I know it doesn't make any sense but roll with it anyway) and in this universe we needed water to smoke weed but it required a large amount and we have not been able to conjure up the required amount through our water bending. I was tasked with something I cannot remember but in this world my housecat was very large in size and I was able to ride her by having the water push us up a great height and we just rode around like that and I was talking to her about what the other group wanted and I remember saying "We would need double the amount that we are riding on right now and that cannot be done.".
    13. Hey Taurus/Chocolate Mess

      by , 03-26-2016 at 02:10 AM
      I was driving around with weed and I felt like Eddie was there. Maybe I was driving him around or something. Anyways, I was trying to get home so I could smoke. Somehow I ended up parked outside of someone's house. Could have been my house from child hood. I was in the car with Grace trying to get her to smoke with me. Instead of calling her by her name I said "Hey Taurus!" because her sun sign is a Taurus. Think she got pissed at that. She gets pissed a lot.

      Later on I ended up in the attic of the house I was parked outside of. I was concocting some kind of chocolate milk drink. I was pouring milk from one carton to another but I was transporting it using the cap and I had somehow transformed the cap into a cylinder... milk transporting device. All I managed to do was make a mess... a chocolate mess O.o hohoHOo.

      Later I had to fall asleep in a blanket of eggs... Like the eggs were arranged in little slots on the blanket as if they were in an actual egg carton. I assumed I was supposed to incubate these eggs, as no other reality in which I fell asleep in a blanket of eggs made sense.

      I had a false awakening and my dad left me a voice message that was radio transmitted. He was telling me how stressed he was and it was really eerie. His voice was stacked on top of itself many times... call it doppleganger voice. The number of voices stacked was related to the amount of stress he had. This was all associated somehow with quantities of rags.
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    14. Smoke weed; Kill People

      by , 09-22-2015 at 02:10 PM
      I was in my dorm, when one of my hallmates A came in. We talked a bit, and eventually, he invited me to his room to smoke weed with him and a few other people. I went with him, and there were a ton of people there already. There were a few other people I knew from my dorm. Together, we all passed around a joint, and had fun. Eventually, I blacked out from the amount of weed I smoked, as if it were alcohol. (?) I remember stuff up to that point. I remember cops might have come, and we could have run for our freedom. I also remember we could've just sat there all night. It felt like the lazy kind of weed.

      Either way, I woke up the next morning in my room in my bed. It was fun trying to remember what happened the previous night.

      Dream 2

      I remember a bungalow in the woods in the night. There were people inside it, who included my family, and possibly a few other people. We were having some kind of gathering. There were four people who I saw. They all carried guns, and started shooting at us. I found a sniper rifle with a laser pointer on it and started aiming. I started killing them all, trying to save my family.
      This may or may not have happened. I can't remember this one very well.
    15. #106 - dream fragments

      by , 08-19-2015 at 07:38 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      Black: non-dream
      Blue: non-lucid
      Red: lucid

      Dream 1: gangsta music
      I was in my parents house and walking down the stairs to the basement, but it was like a music video. The craziest thing was that the music playing was completely original and like some kind of gangsta music . I entered into the basement and a long dinner table was laid out with snoop dogg smoking weed at the far end, the musics still playing and next to him is a character that the song starts singing about.. Something like "but they didn't know that the father was the executioner" (father as in priest), and he character himself looked like an old school priest with a hat like van helsing, and he was smoking weed too. This dream happened maybe a few days ago and it was so catchy that I started singing it around the house for an hour, but I've forgotten it now.

      Dream 2: Extremely long continuous dream
      I had this one last night. I got so sick of this dream, it seemed to just chain on and on every time I woke up. The story is so long that I can't remember one part without getting it confused with another. I think there was pollution maybe? Something to do with being near the coast and there was a cliff... Monsters... The ocean... Old classmates, maybe a school trip? I just got so sick of thinking about it that I WANTED to forget this dream -.- hence why I didn't put any effort into consolidating it to memory. I think it legitimately took up all of my dream time last night.
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