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Fragment: Yakuza
I'm on some sort of mission, with a list of tasks to accomplish, but I need help for some of them. I ask various groups to help me in exchange for favors. One group I ask is just 4 Japanese men in business suits. We help each other out and I move on.

Later in the dream, one of the more powerful factions tries to get in my way by interfering with those 4 Japanese men, but they have grown stronger. Their organization is now large like the Yakuza, and it works out in my favor that this evil woman has pissed them off.

Hmmm... Might take some time to get my recall back up to par

Well, I got the noise problem solved, now it's just the the humidity keeping me awake.

Fragment: Nano Crap
I see a splotch of bird shit, all white and gross. This shit is rife with nano tech, and I can see/sense the nano circuitry active inside it. I watch as that circuitry expands exponentially, growing beyond the confines of the bird shit, yet still creating new patches of bird shit here and there.

The Grind
Recall: 3/10
Sleep: Poor (too humid)
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some kind of sorcerer/shaman has my arm, and he's slowly grinding my arm up into hamburger. The skin, the flesh, the muscle, the bone, it's all getting chewed up by something I can't see. It's going pretty quick, and he's almost gone down to my elbow.

I feel nothing, and there is no way I am paying this even the slightest bit of attention. I turn my back on the sorcerer, who is still holding my arms and grinding away messily, then feel two new phantom limbs in addition to the ones the shaman is holding.

I'm a little surprised at how persistent this guy is, he won't let up. Even after I'm ignoring him and rendering his attacks completely useless, he still keeps popping up from time to time in my dreams all night, always trying to grind me down to nothing. It's completely ineffective though. There is meat and bone being ground from a body that looks like mine, but it means nothing to me.

Was I lucid? Semi lucid? I had decent control, but I usually do even in my non lucids.

Guy I was working with yesterday showed my the aftermath of what happens when thumb meets sawblade. Then he showed me the pictures they took of his thumb right after the accident. You could see bone! You should never be able to see another man's bone... Obviously left an impression.

Fragment: The General
A military general and some woman are trying to hire me to teach them dream control. The woman offers me the beat up old truck as payment, but the truck already belongs to me. They don't understand payment isn't necessary.

Fragment: Merging
My home town and my city have been merging together into one in my dreams. In particular where the train tracks are in both places seems to be the convergence point. Features from the city and the river from the town keep bleeding into one another.

Nothing spectacular. Might have work on my recall for a bit.

I've been using a different brand of ear plugs, more comfortable and tied together with a string so I don't lose them. They've been helping me sleep, and more importantly, helping me remember my dreams! It's been so long, I'm really getting into it now that I'm able to again. So much so that I'm having my obsessive compulsive dream control fixations where I obsessively dream about testing the same thing all night.

Monday
Messing around with archetypal structures. Each one had several main branches that I was able to activate or deactivate, drastically changing the functionality of what I was using

Tuesday
I fall asleep like a bird dive bombing into the water to snatch a fish. I went from awake to dreaming like diving into a pool. My focused attention had like a weight behind it, a heavier momentum that carried an extra oomph. I kept waking myself up and plunging myself back into sleep

Wednesday
A little obsessed with this new quality of momentum, my fixation incubates dreams exploring this all night long. I noticed this momentum often comes from scale. Changes in scale on a liner perceptual path can interrupt momentum. Continuous shifing in scale in any one direction seems to produce this kind of momentum.

Doing different variations of the same thing all night long doesn't produce very detailed dream logs. No plot to speak of, and they all kind of blend together. But the practice... I'm onto something here, not entirely sure what yet.

Look out world, the cusp is dreaming again, and this time around I've got momentum. Nobody's dreams are safe!

Just forget it. Sleep will never be an option for me, so there's no point in keeping a dream journal.

Fragment: I'm in a large open area or room, when someone comes up to me and says "Hi". Then they ask me a question, but I get woken up.

FUck. I get woken up every goddamn day. Just kills my recall to hear stomping and creaking as soon as I wake up. Can't focus.

Going to start keeping a public dream journal again for some shared dreaming. Should make it easier to accomplish and verify.

Fragments: PoE. Dungeon running, throwing spectral blades, close calls with death.
Started playing Path of Exile again, playing hardcore in particular, which is more intense and demands more attention. It's been having a dominating influence on my dreams. Going to have to stop playing before bed.

Classic Tooth Dream
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: Awful
Sleep Position: Unknown

I notice one of my bottom front teeth is really loose, ready to come out. I'm not happy about it, but at least it's small and won't show that much. I yank on it and it comes out easy.

I thought the rest of my teeth were fine, but now all the rest of my front teeth have kind of fallen over on themselves. It's like they were all leaning on that one tooth I pulled for support, and with it gone, everything else just fell over.

I begin removing all my front teeth, and when I do it just leaves a black hole behind it, no view of the inside of my mouth. I get down to the last tooth, my bottom right canine, and that one won't come out. The problem is, that tooth has a metal bar on it leading to my left bottom canine which did come out. Now that bar is just kind of hanging there in the way, catching on stuff. I try to twist it off, but end up with it protruding from my mouth at an odd angle so that I can't even close it!

Fucking tooth dreams! I should know better than to trip into one of those by now. Second rule of dream control, the more attention you give something, the more related detail it creates.

Swiss Army Sword
Recall: 6/10
Sleep: Awful
Sleep Position: Unknown

Someone pulls out this super long swiss army knife. It's normal width, but about the length of a claymore. Along the sides where the tools and blades fold out, these razor sharp silver crystals have formed, creating an absolutely brutal cutting edge. Especially considering many of those pieces would break off in the flesh when you hit someone with it.

The guy says "This is a powerful sword" and hands it to me. Those sharp crystals run the entire length of the thing, leaving nowhere to grip it. I wonder how it was used as a sword. Adding a handle would just make it too long.

I hold it by the front and back so as not to gore my hands, when I notice those sides are covered with scaly metal crystals as well. They are really fragile and crumble under the pressure of my fingers. Not wanting to be to one to break this supposedly powerful weapon, I throw back to the guy like a hot potato.

Seems the influence of that game mixed with my recent obsession of prospecting. Not a bad mix.

Red Dawn
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I see nukes going off in the distance, the flash of light, the mushroom cloud, I feel the hot radioactive winds, feel the ground trembling beneath my feed. The bombs going of are shaking the ground so badly it's painful, my feet, legs and knees are really sore.

I run for the shelter of the nearest buildings, hoping I can take shelter in the basement. But before I can get to them, bombs start falling on them, destroying them. I watch the pattern of the falling bombs and try to use that structure to keep my distance from where they are falling. Luckily these ones aren't nukes.

While everyone else is running for their lives in a panic, I pick up an empty hockey bag and begin filling it with whatever supplies I happen to come across.

Then the soldiers come flooding in, with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. Some of the civilians fight back, and I loot the body of one of the soldiers that fell to the resistance, grabbing his sword and gun. I try to fight back, but there are just too many and they swarm the civilian resistance.

I run, end up at my hometown house with my brother. We're about to head into the basement to take shelter from the falling bombs, but they seem to be targeting houses. Instead we hide in the tree fort. It's an odd shed/treefort thing with multiple rooms. We go up a ladder to the top room and inside it connects to a barn/warehouse building. I find a good hiding/defensive spot in case the soldiers enter looking for us.

Some soldiers do come in, but I manage to ambush them without attracting more attention.

Got some earplugs, they really helped me sleep. Forgot to set up something to take notes from my dreams, so I lost a lot them. I'll be better prepared tonight.

Downtown
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm cruising through Ottawa U, using a wheeled thing like a scooter. My ride started off as one of those carts librarians put books on, and at some point morphed into a sort of custom hospital gurney with a pattern on the mattress which contains the face of Jesus.

One of my high school teachers stops me and gives me crap for messing with school property, but I point out the Jesus face in the pattern and tell him Jesus ain't allowed in public universities. I scoot along to the fron entrance where I encounter another high school teacher (mr Hupe), expecting the same out oh him, but he lets me leave no problem.

I scoot down towards the Rideau center and enter a coffee shop. The music here is pretty good and I figure this will be a great place to hang before classes. The place begins to get more and more crowded, and before long I'm underneath a dogpile of people, two of which are resting their elbows on my face, using it as an arm rest.

I get angry, shove everyone off me and yell out "MY FACE IS NOT AN ARM REST!!!!". The people I shoved are a little pissed, but I keep them at bay with the look of death. Only one of them tries to confront me. A black guy, well built, but he's a good head shorter than I am, and even though he's acting tough, I know he won't make a move.

Garden of Weed-en
Recall: 3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm driving along the queensway when I notice some marijuana growing in a cornfield to my right. I pull over and head into the field, but when I get there I can only see some poppies growing in front of the crops. Not interested in the poppies, I check out what else is growing.

There are small water melons, corn, tomatoes, and some carrots which I grab to chew on. I spot some cardboard baskets and begin to fill one with produce. The owner of the fields come along, and I pretend I was there to buy stuff, not raid their field.


There was another dream I wanted to record that was a perfect example of jumping tracks. The dream scene was one thing, but focusing on a dream character completely changed the existing context of the dream. Can't remember the details though, made the mistake of trusting it to memory instead of writing it down.

I was working on a top secret project I can't talk about here, trying to create a visualization loop that would carry over into sleep. But I didn't notice I fell asleep. I had experienced some strange sensations in my back previous to falling asleep.

Light Hands
Recall: 10/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm laying in bed, doing my visualization mantra, when I hear Elvis Costello's "When the smoke gets in your eyes" start to play. I figure I left a cassette playing. I then imagine myself playing a punk rock versions of the song.

The song ends, there is silence in my room once again, when I feel an odd sensation in my hand. I figure will focus on it and try to amplify the sensation. I do, and notice a soft light being emitted from my hand. I pull the blankets over my head for pure darkness to make sure I'm not mistaking an outside light source for my light hand.

The feeling fades, and I decide I'd better try that again. I concentrate, feel the weird sensation in my hand again, see the soft light again, then suddenly this tiny point of light appears below the palm of my hand. It's kind of vibrating, and making a high pitched buzzing noise, almost like a small insect. In the light being emitted, I notice a tiny little fruit fly crawling on the inside of my blanket.

I recognize that the appearance of this fruit fly is a dream like occurrence, due to me focusing on the tiny light with insect like qualities. But I'm more interested in holding my focus to create the little buzzing light. I play around with focusing my attention to create the light hands for awhile, and don't even notice that I've actually woken up.

Took me awhile to realize it was a dream. My first clue was the cassette player, which I haven't had in years, then I realized it occurred in the house I grew up in, not where I currently live. I was semi lucid there for a bit, but didn't do anything with it, was more interested in the dream

Dark Outlines
Recall: 9/10
Sleep: Nap
Sleep Position: Unknown

My mother has the paper out, looking at what's playing at the movies. I notice an anime movie and say I want to see that one. We go to the show and I'm surprised to see my mother watching this anime with me. The movie is separated into television show episodes, and shows the website they downloaded it from in between episodes. Pretty shoddy and most likely not legal.

I have a passing thought about a shooting, and next thing that happens is some asshole starts shooting up the place with a machine gun. I realize I made that happen by thinking about it as I lead my mother to safety.

After some running, I'm walking away from a cabin deep in the woods. It's really dark, and everything around me is just a dark outline. I recognize that this is a dream and it's fading fast since I'm only taking a light nap. I figure I might as well do something with it while I have the opportunity.

I turn around and start running back to the cabin, relying on the brisk movement to stabilize the crumbling dream. As I go down a hill on the path, I change from running to riding a mountain bike. The extra speed from going downhill on the bike stops the dream from degrading further, but everything around me is still just a dark outline.

I jump off my moving bike into the air and try flying. It's tough to get going at first, and I'm stuck with swimming physics. I flap my arms in the air like an idiot until I start moving and gaining height, but but my flying still remains clumsy. I have a passing thought that this is going to look bad in my DJ since I'm supposed to be a master of control. I fly off to a river and land.

Everything is still just dark shadows except for the water, which looks like a bad CGI. I decide to navigate the rocky banks to interact with the dream and make my way down to the river. Still, everything is just dark shapes. Then I notice a couple of sail boats that are crisp and clear, full color. I focus on those since they are the only thing that is really stable and the rest of the dream begins to flesh out. Then I wake up when I get called for dinner.

Another lucid wasted on flying. I should have tried to force another procog dream to get the winning lottery numbers. Guess I was too distracted by everything being so dark.

Woot! Had a precognitive dream come true!

So I've been playing this game called The Dead Zone: Last stand, a zombie apocalypse survival game. Been dreaming about it, shooting zombies, which isn't as much fun as bashing in their heads, but still pretty cool.

Anyways, at some point during the dream, I found out that the latest update to the game was going to release today, and it did! I'm amazed!

Now if I can only do that with the lottery... In theory I should be able to, just get obsessed with lotto numbers like I've been about playing this game.

Fragment: Birds VS Dragons
Birds are gathering to fight off some dragons. The sky is almost black with then as they gather at the treeline. Wanting to watch this epic battle but not wanting to get eaten by dragons, I go to my house. By the time I enter and look out the window again, the small birds have stated forming into the shape of three giant black birds. I watch them and notice their tails are like the rudders on a blimp.

Trouble in Space
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm either on the moon or Mars with a couple of friends, all of us in our space suits. The wind begins to blow really hard, practically blowing us over, and we need to get back to our ship. Only problem is the ship is pretty far away. Someone pulls out a globe of this planet, checks our location and the location of the ship, and tries to figure out the scale of how far we are. It's far.

I take off my gloves to get a better grip on the rocks to stop myself from being blown away. Then I wonder if that's a good idea. "Can I take of my gloves here?" I ask my friends, but get no reply. Nothing bad seems to be happening because of it, and the driving winds take most of my attention.

After a grueling haul, we make it to the ship. But this isn't my ship. My ship and crew are gone, and I'm hitching a ride on this one. That creates a problem because of the extra weight I add to their ship, which causes us to run out of fuel as we lift off. Our ship gets destroyed by meteors, and we're left drifting in space.

The gravity of some nearby planets pulls us in, and I watch in awe as we drift by them. There are a couple of colorful gas giants with the most amazing mix of colors, brilliant splotches of purples and green and orange. It's truly spectacular. We get pulled past the planets towards a vortex defined by lines converging into a whirlpool in the center. I tell Gary "This is our ticket home", expecting to be pulled through several fantastic universes. Instead, we get sucked in and the next thing I know I'm standing in a mall back on earth.

I tell everyone we meet we're astronauts, but most don't believe me since I'm wearing my stained work clothes.

We walk down the street to this bar I always dream about. The place is a dive full of low lifes, but it's always so much fun. We're surprised to run into people we know there, like Tristan and Schreoder. I'm still trying to impress all the women by telling them I'm an astronaut.

The vortex made of lines is no doubt because I started to learn how to use Blender 3D last night

Wood Dragons
Recall: 7/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

-I see a guy collapsed on the ground on a trail in the woods. I help him up and drag him towards a stream so he can get a drink. The stream leads to a lake, and I want to get him some fish to eat, but have nothing to fish with. So I build up a little pen in the water with rocks, cut up a frog and toss it in, then wait for a fish to swim into it.

-There are two survivalist gangs in the woods. The only reason we're against each other is because we're both desperate. Our side has a kid who controls a fully grown dragon, while the other side has a younger dragon. They other group gets the jump on us, and has their guns pointed at us. But their dragon seems respond to our dragon kid.

From a third person view, I have the dragon in my sights, but instead shoot their leader in the head. Then I give a little speech convincing them to join us, ending it with "Do you want to be afraid of dragons for the rest of your life?"

The following dream was heavily fragmented recall wise. I always have trouble recalling heavy social dreams since there's so much going on. One thing I failed to convey when writing this one out was the sheer thrill of being with so many fellow dreamers.

The Gathering
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

In a hotel, I enter a small room lined with chairs along the walls. Sitting in the chairs are members of an occult group, all sleeping. There is a small shelf full of books, and I pick one, the third in a series, out and begin to read it. Then I remember seeing a a VHS movie in the room made by that very author. I pop it in the VCR but it's a horribly cheesy black and white movie. The book I'm reading turns out not to be what I thought it was about. My brother comes in and starts reading the second book in the series.

There is a zombie in the room, and I stick it with a thumb tack, then put the tack on a chair so somebody will sit on it. Someone does and I expect him to turn into a zombie and get out of there. My brother and I go out onto the roof where we see a hot girl. We talk to her, then hear banging on the door. I try to tell her not to open it, expecting zombies, but she opens it anyways. When she does, several arms reach out and grab her. The arms belong to several hotties who want to drag her off to go party. We join them.

The thumb tack thing was from watching a movie before bed called "A little bit zombie", about a guy who got turned by a zombie mosquito. Tack = mosquito bite

-While out and about, we enter a Wendy's and I'm a little bit lucid at this point. We sit at a table with the remains of the last customer's meals and I pick some fries from their mess and eat them. Then I realize what I'm eating, leftover cold greasy fries. Yuck. I order some slushies without paying (cuz I'm lucid) and we sit down

-Back at the hotel, the feel of this dream with my brother is really familiar, and I ask my brother if he remembers similar shared dreams like this we had as a children. I tell him to think back to when we were kids staying in hotels with our parents. It seems he also remembers the particular feeling of this dream, but can't remember specifics.

There are some girls in t-shirts and panties leaning on a table with their butts sticking out, and I walk over and stick my face right in front of their asses, getting a really good look. It's good to be lucid!

-The shared dream theme snowballs, and I see more and more people that I think are other dreamers. The thrill of us all being together in a dream just creates an amazing atmosphere and we're all having a blast. I mingle. I see Waking Nomad and point him out to someone.

-Some of us end up in a large empty gymnasium, and one poor girl gets stuck in the wall, so I go over and pull her out. Some kind of force like unseen water begins to carry us around and around the gymnasium, and I pair up with Anne Marie. We have sex while being towed along in this invisible current, and when we're finished, a lesbian floats up to us.

The lesbian spreads for us, showing us her goods, and Anne Marie says she wants to touch it. They float off together and I head back to the hotel room still full of fellow dreamers. I'm terribly thirsty, and chug some beer trying to quench my thirst, but it's not working.

It was really hot in my bed, and when I finally woke my mouth and throat were bone dry, which is what caused my thirst in the dream

The room is packed with fellow dreamers, and standing rigid in the back of the room are two human looking aliens who ask if the can go now. I turn to say by to them and thank them for stopping by. The alien duo change from human to just red auras than linger for a minute, then shoot straight up.

Behind where the aliens were is a closet, and inside I see a few dreamers who have somehow trapped themselves. A couple have turned into 2d drawings of themselves, and I pick them up shake them until they regain their normal bodies. There is another guy with the top of his torso stuck in the floor. I try to pull him out, end up with a pair of legs just standing there. I also help him regain his full body.

I'm looking at all kinds of drawings an notes stuck to the back of the closet wall when two lawyers come in. I'm worried they represent the hotel and have come to kick us out for trashing the place (which is pretty trashed), not because of the legal consequences since I know it's a dream, but because I don't want them to ruin the great vibe we have going on. But the lawyers are there to talk to one of the people at our gathering.

I get the feeling that our gathering is winding down, and we all go outside onto the street for our final farewells. A girl walks by wearing a christmassy dr seus ourfit with no arms. I think she's just a random DC, but someone recognizes her and yells out "She's one of us!"

My thirst is just killer now, and I fell myself waking up and just let it happen since I really need a drink. I slowly fade out of the dream and wake up.

Maybe it was just a dream, but while I was having it I really believed I was having a shared dream with a whole bunch of fellow dreamers. There were so many people there, surely someone has to remember being part of it!