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2:14 a.m. Listened to subliminal audio hours before bed. LaBerge #6 doesn't seem to help with LD.

Dream:

Some sort of military base. Entrance. Others. Some don't care.
An ice floe. A small entity. Calling out for another entity. Mi? Mic? A small female entity went out. She knows me or the other character. She jumped happily seeing me. She knows me. white blond hair. Lithe.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my car, looking at my gas gauge. Close to empty, even though I just got gas. I pulled into the gas station. I thought about my dwindling funds.

I then remember seeing an above view of two old men sitting in chairs across from one another. One passed a magnifying glass to the other. I think they were reading with it.

Then, I remember panic, and seeing a white cat clock with the arms going haywire. Something was going on with this, some kind of torture or something. I put my hand on the arms of the clock to stop them.

~

I was trying to fall back asleep this morning after being awake for an hour or so.

I slipped into a dream, and I was concentrating on staring at my laptop screen. I thought I was still trying to fall asleep. As I concentrated on the background, I could see "behind" the current picture that's there, and there was a picture of my cat sitting in my messy room. I felt like that meant I was falling asleep. I then started to feel the SP buzz in my head, but I got to excited, and lost the sensation.

Then, I was standing on an overhang overlooking the top of a staircase. I heard a conversation between a man and a woman, the man I think was the woman's son. They were fighting. The man, who reminded me of Jake's dad and one of my old friends, Alan, said
"Well what do you think I'm doing up there all the time? Smoking?" I could feel his anger, but that's precisely what he had been doing. He was going up the stairs as he said this. I was worried he would lose his temper and someone would get hurt.
I don't remember the woman's answer, or if she even did answer.

I then looked at the wall beside the staircase, and there were these small square patches cut out with white and green cloth inside of them. I then felt like it was Austin's grandparents' house, and I knew why the wall was like that: They had been trying to fix the wall, or tile it, but they had just never gotten around to finishing the project.

I was outside of this little old white house with my girlfriend, lets just call her K, and outside there was movie tickets littered on the ground everywhere. I picked some up and read them, but now after waking up cannot recall what they read. We went into the little white house, which wasn't so little when we went in. There were people in there that I have seen before. They were married and were playfully flirting with each other then ran upstairs to have sex or something. I recognized their faces but not their names. I then realized that I had met them before I started dating my current girlfriend. I met them with my past girlfriend. I've only been in this house in my dreams before. So I'm guessing that this house is only where me and my girlfriend will go together. The two people there came back downstairs and made us this wonderful food. There was mashed potatoes, tacos filled with rice, cheese, beef, and pickles (?). K is allergic to cucumbers so I told her not to eat the tacos or she would get sick, but she did anyways and nothing really happened after that. I never even ate the food (I wish I would have!). That's pretty much all that happened.

I think this is one of those dreams where you've had so many dreams in a row that once you fall asleep you easily recognize you're asleep and dreaming.
Now with pictures!

Non-Lucid Part:
I was with this slightly older, heavy-set guy. In the dream, we weren't together so much that he was like an older brother to me. He told me to come to the backyard with him because he had to show me something.
"It's in the woods, but you always played back there, Ash. So, it will be fine."
I gave him a suspicious look.
"Hey! What? Don't worry."
I followed him into the sparsely crowded woods behind my father's workshop until I started to lag behind him.
"Hurry up, Ashley!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
All of a sudden, he vanished. Far too quick for someone who was just a little farther ahead.
Then, the realization hits me.

Lucid Part:

It is about time I had one of these. Although, I don't think this is what I had in mind...
Pleased, I gaze up at the woods and all the light brown leaves covering the ground. I have no interest in following this guy. He probably doesn't exist anymore to begin with. I turn around, eager to get away from the entire area.
No. The entire dreamscape itself.
I run toward this hill area near my father's building and jump, flying in the air. Funny, how this thing called flight comes so easily to me, yet I only use it for "emergencies" in dreams. I fly forward, past the ugly blue house I call home and decide to dream spin to another dimension. Realizing the consquences if I do not think of a place to be in, I vaguely think of a moor. I don't know why. I think I was thinking about my ancestors, but I don't even know if Scotland and Ireland have moors. Or whatever they are called these days. I read too much old literature to know or care.
Amyways, I spun. If you can call it that. It was more of a graceful, kind of floaty spin. Almost like a pirouette.

I found myself in a...white mansion by the rocky, green tipped edges of a pale grey sea.

I know it was white, because it felt like it was a white. I walked past several windows covered with beautiful white curtains floating in the breeze.

I had a sudden urge to go through a wall at this point. I had heard someone mention in the DV forum how you shouldn't think about the wall itself, but rather the destination. I thought of the word moor again, but I knew I wouldn't get this. How can I see what I have never seen?
Alas, I could not pass the wall. However, the window seemed rather welcoming.
I gently touched the glass pane with my right hand, never using force. I felt the glass turn to a goo, then it gradually succumbed entirely. I gazed out and looked upon a helicopter, a ship, and several cargo trucks by a seemingly endless sea. Some of the men had guns, but I don't think they noticed me. I wonder if they were guards for the mansion's owner.
I looked around, but everything was blurry, to my immense dismay. However...
Oh, yeah. That clarity thing...
"Clarity now!"
I suddenly remembered to look at my hands. They and the scenery got clearer.
"Clarity now!"
Clearer.
I did this several times until the quality of my dream was so detailed and I could the lines in my hands so well, it felt uncomfortable.
"Aw, what the heck. HD-Vision now!"
Okay. Clearest dream ever. Probably even clearer than real life. However, the guards noticed me and started to shoot. I ran away from the window and walked down the hall.
"Bastards. You're lucky I don't use you for my diamond castle."
I notice a door slightly ajar. Peering through, I see a woman with greying hair tied in a long ponytail.
"This is a story about the young master. About a time long gone. About a doll that became his dearest companion."
I looked to the left and saw another room, but one filled with forgotten memories. Yet, also with a sort of unforgotten sadness. There wasn't any death or evil here, but there was a feeling of what might have been. Suddenly, I felt my vision go out--I came as close as you can to fainting in a dream.
I heard voices, traveling further and further back.
Where am I going? Am I traveling in time or is this just me going to a different dreamscape?
These thoughts raced through my head as the grey-haired spoke to another person--I can't recall who.
"I'm sending her back in time. Maybe she will be able to talk to and warn the young master."
"But, her body is right there."
The woman smirked.
"In body, yes. In spirit, however, she is crossing time itself."
I heard nothing else.

I arose from the floor, slightly dazed, and not noticing the boy in a white seat faced away from me. I walked, or rather stumbled, into the other room. I looked around and didn't feel sadness, but a potential for it. I gazed over and saw a hideous doll with orange hair-no, it wasn't Chucky. I was a bit frightened, but gulped down my fear and walked over to the doll. Gently picking him up, I realized that the doll was alive. He looked at me and then looked around. I smiled at him and, as gently as I could, said,"Sweetie, I'm looking for your owner..."
I was startled to see that he had changed from a hideous doll to a cute one. I am guessing that no one except his owner treated him with kindness because of all this.
"I...I've traveled from very far away, yet not so far."
He looked interested and I gazed past the canopy bed behind us. Past all of the things that crowded the room. Past everything and anything.
"From a dream long gone. Or perhaps from a dream just beginning. Who knows what real life truly is."
I look back at him, and I see that he is intrigued.
"I'm not from this world. But, I assure you, I will help your friend. Regardless of what happened and how little I know."
He looked towards the other room and his gaze stayed there.
"He's over there?"
The doll nodded and I gently put him back in his little white rocking chair. I thank him and walk out.
I walk towards the round, white table and take a seat. Finally, I notice the orange-haired boy. The grey-haired woman is there as well, except her hair is a mousy brown.
"What are you doing here,"the boy asked. He is well aware I am not from the area or even that time.
"I'm from...Well, that isn't important. I think that woman wanted me to save you."
I pointed to the woman who now sat across from me at that white table and she nods.
"Yes, master. Something happens to you, and I sent this young woman to help save you."
Would you like to know why he needed saving?
Me, too.
Because, unfortunately, I was woken up!

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A voice saying, "Up from the depths." A view of a woman in some kind of white robes and head covering, carrying something and walking up a dark stairwell, up toward a lit doorway.

Thebeastofold's Dream


Hill/mountain full of people, unfinished garage...


I almost had an OBE last night, i felt tingling in my hands, arms, shoulders, but thats as far as i got......when i finally fell asleep...

I was standing at the bottom of a huge steep hill/mountain, there were people standing and sitting on the hill everywhere all the way up..i started climbing at the behest of someone that was at my side the whole dream but couldnt see him..he said lets go, and i started climbing the hill, i slid back to the bottom on one foot for no apparent reason, then made it to the top...there was a huge unfinished garage at the top that covered the entire top of the mountain/hill...i was standing on the right side of the garage between/hanging onto the wall studs...and my fahter was in the garage and i kept trying to guess what was in each of the multitude of boxes in the garage...dont remember anything after that...


i had a multitude of dream fragments, i dont remember any but one...i was standing or floating somewhere where everything was white..there were no discernable walls or anything, and i kept calling out "katsuno! windhover! mischiefmanaged!" over and over....very brief fragment...

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been in an airport. Near me was a black man who may either have been a friend or an acquaintance. He was kind of tall and kind of strong looking. He had long, wavy, brown hair that almost looked like a wig. He also had a long, black beard. He wore black sunglasses, a black, denim jacket and no shirt, and probably blue or black jeans.

The man was in trouble for some reason. Airport security may have thought of him as a terrorist. I hoped security's suspicion of the man wouldn't spread to me. The man and I seemed separated from each other by about ten meters. Near the man was a line of boxes about knee-high.

I was now in the man's house, which was a big mansion. We were in some area like a living room or a sun room. We still stood apart from each other and facing each other, like we'd stood at the airport.

The interior of the mansion was spacious and open. Everything was white, and there were big windows and sliding glass doors everywhere. The man may have been wearing white versions of the clothes he'd worn in the airport as well.

Somewhere was a "library," which the man showed me. It was really just a bookshelf. It was wall-height, maybe three or four meters long, with five or six levels of shelves.

All the books in the "library" looked like they belonged to one edition or came from one publisher. The books were all bound in leather or fake-leather, marbleized-looking covers. The bindings had gold lettering and trim.

There were only three colors of books: blue, red, and green. The three different colors were all grouped together. There were very few blue books: they only took up a portion of the left side of the very top shelf. The red books took up the most space: from where the blue books ended, down to about halfway along the second to last shelf. The green books took the rest of the space.

The man may possibly have showed me "my bedroom," or the guest bedroom, which was, now, also the library. In this library-bedroom there were a bed and a desk, both white. Over the desk was a wall-mounted bookshelf, with the same kind of books as on the previous bookshelf, arranged in a similar fashion.

I'm at Charles Xavier´s mansion. I´m an X-Men.
I'm Wolverine.

The mansion is white with brown doors. It has tall columns, white as well.

In a room is Gambit and Storm . In another room is a younger Storm.
She wants to be the successor of the older one.
The older Storm, doesn´t think the new one is good enough to succeed her.

I decide to test the new one and we both go to the Danger Room to train.

She flies a bit and then lands in front of me.

She raises her hands and I see, from the the tips of her fingers, yellow rays coming out in cascade.
I think that the visual effect is very poorly done.
We struggled a little, and I think she's got enough technique.
The wooden door separating the room of Gambit and the Danger Room is closed, and suddenly it is covered with a metal door that closes and locks us into the Danger Room.
I look at the window and i think:
"I'm Wolverine,i have mutant healing factor, so I do not think it will cost nothing if i throw myself through the window.
I think the pieces of glass will not hurt me at all."
I run towards the window and run through it. I Land on the other side, the porch, without any pain.

I was at home, in my room. Somebody else was also sleeping there. A boarder? I went out.

I was in mom's room. I was somebody else. A rich guy. I walked into the room, but it looked more like a small marsh, with water and furniture for logs. When I stepped in, the white alligators grew active and tried to bring me down. I jumped from log to log (or furniture to furniture), but I was obviously going down.

I clung to the window, and then a monkey passed by and saved me. My roommate moved the bed into the room to "catch" me. No more animals, logs or water. I was grateful, but as he slept, I noticed that the pull-out bed under it was facing the wall, so I can't pull it out and sleep.

School. We were chasing someone. Or being chased? A farm (Knott Berry?) of horrors. Morphing. Trying to escape.

We went home to school (Lasalle). My companion stays there, but I don't. I checked the time, and it's 11 p.m. I told him I gotta go home. I saw the guard closing the gate, but I also saw a person about to go out.

Next, I worried if my roommate is still awake so he can open up the gate and door for me. I worried if he'll get angry for waking him up.

There's a battle. We were flying. I recall an island, water and fire. There's also Pikachu. Lightning. STP. Agri. A dragon?

I was a small bird flying over a forest. A great white dragon (ghost dragon?) is chasing me. I headed for the forest and let the dragon chase me. When I deemed it was close enough, I flared my wings, barely avoided the dragon when the wind backlash pushed me back all of a sudden, and watched as the dragon crashed into the forest.

I dreamed I was somewhere in India, and was preparing myself for a long journey around the country.
I began to walk the path ... there was some obstacles involved, some natural and others not.
I was jumping a yellow wall between two gardens of a poor Indian neighborhood, and when I landed on the other side a bag with food, water and some other belongings was ripped, dropping food and other goods.

Suddenly a typically Indian-looking kid (dark skin) appeared, he had a dirty white shirt, and helped me get the things that had fallen from the bag. He built a cardboard box, and he put it all the food in that box and gave it to me ...

I started thinking about the difficulty that I would go to cross the country with a box and not a backpack.

Windhover's Dream

1 - I was at the street in front of my house. across the road, I saw Katsuno walking toward me... I dont remember his face. he introduced me a lucid technique, called
'perverted technique', and I'm like wut? perverted? he said if I try flying at the end of my 'work', I can fly. I dont know I got to the building, but I was at the 3rd floor of white office building; I was working with some kind of banking account, wearing black suit. there was big veranda in front of my office; I saw enormous blue sea near the building and some yachts and huge boats. I felt my 'work' here is done, so I went out to the veranda, see if I can really fly. here at this point I kinda knew it was a dream but I never got lucid.. and I could fly. I was a bit scared to jump of the veranda porch, but with excitement, I jumped high and I flew away.

2 - I was with my brother and a beach. the ocean was dark-green-blue. there was a small grey brick-wall near me and some vibrant flowers. I took some photographs with a digital camera, but when I tried to take it the image of photo was took to the left or right. I got a little frustrated that the photo didnt come out the way I wanted.
scene jumped
I was with my family at a mountain. I tried to take a picture of a deer, an yellow bird. again the picture came out different.

I participated in an orgy with a blonde woman and a dark-hair woman.
The blonde woman had curly hair. We're in a hotel room, the walls are light brown, the blanket of the bed was light brown. After the orgy we all took a bath, and wrapped ourselfs in white towels. The bathroom where we are is white, and is part of a huge mansion.
Meanwhile the owner of the mansion arrives.The owner is a woman who has an executive suit with a miniskirt. The suit is all brown. She has high-heeled brown shoes and blond hair.
She asked us what we had done with her husband. I got up and went to get her husband. He was inside a closet with a mirror on the outside of the door.
We all went to the living room of the mansion. The owner was sitting on the sofa. There is an unevenness on the floor. The floor where she is, is taller than the floor where we are.
The floor has two steps, and steps are of white marble.
Near us there is a bar and a small cabinet.
The husband of the owner of the house was tall, had a muscular body, and short spiky hair. He had a blue t-shirt and shorts with Hawaiian flowers. He was handcuffed. I told the owner that he had killed a person. She covered her face with her hands and wept.

A Long Message and Musical Numbers

I was doing more college goodbyes. Basically I was hanging with my buddy Peter and it was late at night and we were telling each other jokes. I had decided to look at my facebook inbox and saw that Ian's message was actually a lot longer than I had thought it was. It was super long and instead of just being a regular goodbye, turned out to be a really touching long message about how close we had become. After reading this I realized that me and peter were in a circular building with a dome and a singular hallway leading out of it. The building was made out of white marble and was really extravagant in design. I saw Laura and Amadi come in and Laura put down a boombox , pressed play, and it played the background to a musical number on loop. It was almost a blues progression but the last 8 bars were slightly different. She was singing something stupid when Dani busted out of nowhere, pushed Laura out of the way (who looked slightly peeved) and started singing a different tune that didn't really match with the background. We all laughed at this (except for laura) and I decided to go down the hallway and run back in to make an explosive entrance and to improvise a song. The hallway was short and led out to a window which put me on to the street. I turned around to jump into the window, exploded through and started singing but I found myself face to face with 2 hispanic cleaners, one male one female. I had discovered that where I was was more of a small mall location with many entrances and I had jump into the wrong entrance. I ran back into the right entrance laughing and told the others of my mistake.

Almost caught up to my present dreams.

I know I had many dreams this night, but I could hardly remember any of them, and I woke up feeling rather unsettled after each one.
Here is the only part of a dream which I can recall.

I was crouched down in a bright room, on top of some bunk bed similar to that which I had in my previous dorm room. Then it turns out I was in some museum, and the bunk bed was now a hard, white ledge. Suddenly a ghost fazed up through the ledge with a moan, and I was so startled that I kicked out at it (my feet went right through it) and screamed, but the only way to get away from it was to go through it. I didn't though; we just stared at each other. I could only see its torso, but it was the bloodied ghost of a Japanese man in a military suit. He had no eyes, but his eye sockets were larger than normal, and black, empty space. It seemed he stared at me for a long time with his eyeless gaze, and I got the feeling he simply wanted me to know his anger and his pain, his torture.

Some time later I was with my twin sister Frankie and Sean; Sean was sort of off to the side, not really listening while I told Frankie about what I had seen.
"You kicked it good, straight in the eyeballs!" she said, so loud and clear that I nearly woke up. "Yeah, that one has a pathetic moan," she said as if she had worked in that place for a long time and knew of all the ghosts there. I think she felt sorry for this particular one.