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Dream of: 02 December 2013 "The Godfather's Protection"

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long-held beliefs sometimes need changed

I work for Don Vito Corleone (the character played by Marlon Brando in The Godfather). His sons and I have gone on a job, perhaps a bank robbery. I'm the driver of a big black sedan. When we all come out of the place where the job took place, we have to walk around an extra block due to the location which I chose to park the car. This causes problems because extra time is needed to reach the car. After we reach the car and depart, I'm blamed for the faulty parking of the car. I don't think this is my fault since I was only following directions when I parked the car. One of the sons (who seems like Sonny) especially places the blame on me and I almost have the feeling that he wants to get rid of me.
When we all meet again with the Godfather, we're standing in front of a hole which resembles a grave. During the course of the job, we had used some large tools such as shovels. Sonny now wants to dispose of the tools and he has placed them in the grave-like hole. The Godfather, however, doesn't agree that we should dispose of the tools. Sonny frowns as I retrieve the tools and begin putting them up, but the Godfather agrees with what I'm doing. I know that I have the protection of the Godfather and that no one will bother me because the Godfather likes me and protects me.
My ex-wife Carolina (around 20 years old) - who seems to be the daughter of the Godfather - drives me to another location to pick up more members of the Godfather's team. One of them seems to be Tessio. I know they won't bother me unless the Godfather has ordered it. I know they would be more than willing to kill me if the Godfather had ordered it, but I also know that I have the protection of the Godfather, so I feel secure.
They've left a bunch of blankets, sacks and other things lying on the ground for me to pick up. After Carolina stops the car, I step out of the car, start picking up things and putting them in the car, but there's more stuff than I anticipated. Finally I walk over to the car where Carolina is simply sitting and I ask her why she isn't helping me. She says she has simply been waiting for me to ask her. It turns out that she wants to help, but that she wasn't going to do so unless I asked her. This corresponds to some kind of belief which she has about not helping unless asked. This reminds me of one of the basic beliefs of the Godfather: be slow to acquire a belief, but stick to a belief once acquired. It seems as if this is what Carolina is doing - sticking to her belief.
I ask her to help me and she willingly steps from the car to do so.

I create an astral tower over a black box for this RV experiment I am running.

abbreviated due to pain

I am in a forest with Shadowtech, he is camo'ed so well, he's barely visible.
He turns on my HUD somehow. It shocks me, makes me lucid. He smiles wryly.
He suddenly downloads a bunch of content, and I feel like an android for a second.
Wow, this is amazing...
We swing and flip through the forest canopy, HUD's up, and I don't feel the least bit confused by it, only augmented.

I am on the Moon, what looks like the Grey Moon, and I form my armors together in layers to make one suit: mech armor covered in my witchblade, covered in my symbiote. I merge bits of the AI of the mech armor with the Witchblade's intellect, and the symbiote's intelligence to create an HUD interface hovering in front of me.

Firstly, a transparent green light zips around the edge of my field of vision, making a kind of a curved rectangle. In the upper right hand corner is a circle in which "You are Dreaming" is spinning around constantly. I then use my hands to bring up more displays:
In the lower left, three bars,
Life Energy, Magick Energy, Time Remaining in Dream.

In the Upper left, a radar, with green, grey and red blips for enemies, neutrals, and allies. In the lower right, an astral parasite indicator, which says: Infection Level: (none/some/high)
A Place Indicator is in the Upper Center:
"The (Grey) Green Moon" with some strange swirly heiroglyphics on it,
and then Dream Time Remaining Indicator: some strange numbers which are also hieroglyphs, but I know what they mean somehow.

Then, I make a holographic button in the lower right hand corner which says: Press for Holo-Terminal.

I press the button, and a holographic transparent blue-green keyboard appears with a giant interactive 2D to 3D screen. I organize menus: Places, People, Constructs and Servitors, Armor, Weapons, Shortcuts, AI, Forms.

I choose:
Form: Juargawn, black werelion
Servitors: Jo AKA Octononagawn
Weapons: Chaosblade, psiblade
Armor: Blood Red, Dark Knight

A hologram of each thing appears, then forms in reality.

Jo transforms into a giant six-legged black dogbeast, and I leap upon his back, and slam my Chaosblade's staff end on to the ground. A portal opens, and we leap through.

12/03/13

A Father's Betrayal
I am standing out in a parking lot at night. I am not myself, and I am completely non-lucid. My name is Amelia. I keep thinking about mistakes I made. I shouldn't have gone outside the safety of the walls of the military base. But I'd just felt so cooped up. I'd longed to feel the ocean breeze instead of smelling the stagnant exhaust of the military vehicles. And the zombie infestation had been cleared from the area. So what could be the danger? I'd forgotten about the biggest threat of all... Alex Mercer. But even if I had thought of that, what interest would he have in a 25 year old college student? I was supposed to be off at school, but I'd gotten stuck here when I had been visiting my father at the time of the outbreak. Yet here I was, in the middle of a parking lot with a strange tendril wrapped around my waist like a tether, waiting for my father's response to Alex's terms for my safe release. Alex just wanted some dumb serum. Of course my father would turn it over, I was the most important thing in his life. Sure, he had been preoccupied with his work lately, but nothing would come between us. Wow... if Alex keeps his word and releases me I will get hell for leaving the base. I'll never hear the end of it. I am mindlessly playing with the tendril on my waist, secure but not uncomfortable, interesting texture, wondering what is taking so long. What if they don't have the serum Alex wants?

Then I hear my father responding, I'm sure not much time has really passed, it just feels like that. My father is saying someone will be right out with the serum... but that's not what he said! Did he just tell Alex to go fuck himself? For a bit there is no response from Alex. My father must have a plan. That must be it. I can tell Alex isn't happy with the response. The tendril around my waist tightens uncomfortably, but only briefly, then it relaxes again like it was just a reaction to Alex being annoyed. Alex asks my father if he really wants to watch his daughter die. My father responds that Alex can do whatever he wants with me. Kill me… eat me… fuck me if that's what he wants. Alex would get nothing from him. He wouldn't turn over last week's shopping list. I am in shock… did my father just say he doesn't care if Alex kills me?

I feel like my knees are about to give out, but before I collapse I feel the tendril around my waist pulling at me, pulling gently, though. Soon I am standing beside Alex. Somewhere in my mind I am thinking he's probably going to kill me now, hoping he will at least make it quick, but the foremost thought in my mind is how could my own father betray me like that. I am silently crying, my knees give out completely, but I don't collapse. Alex is holding me up. The tendril around my waist is withdrawn, now I feel Alex's arms around me. Is he hugging me? No… he must be consuming me, that's how he's going to kill me. But nothing happens. I am crying on Alex Mercer's shoulder. I hear his voice in my ear, but it sounds distant and I don't understand what he is saying. What I do realize is that he is speaking in a comforting tone. Maybe he's not going to hurt me? Then I hear him talking to my father again, saying maybe my father would reconsider when Alex started sending me back to him piece by piece. So much for not hurting me… Immediately after he finishes saying that, however, it's back to the comforting whispers again. I strain to hear what he's saying. He doesn't mean it. He'll keep me safe. He promises. He keeps repeating that while he holds me close. I hear him mutter something about sending my father pieces of a dead body, but that won't hold up if they test DNA. Damn, he'll have to get the serum some other way.

Then my father's voice drowns out Alex's whispers. He repeats that he doesn't give a shit what Alex does to me. He says I am of no use to him. Maybe he thinks if he convinces Alex I am worthless to him that Alex will just release me and go away? That seems like an awfully risky thing to assume… My father is yelling at his own people now. He asks them what they're just standing around for? Mercer is right there in the open! Kill him! There are some voices that aren't loud enough for me to understand what is being said, then my father yelling again. What part of "she is of no use to me" did you not understand?! Open fire! I feel a quick movement as Alex turns away from my father and the base, bending both of us over and standing hunched over me. I look and see a shield has formed on his back that looks a bit like a spiked turtle shell. Bullets are ricocheting off of the shield. There is a lull in the gunfire, they are probably reloading… or preparing larger weapons. Alex is muttering some expletives and I think they are about my father. He tightens his hold on me and tells me to hold on to him as tight as I can. I wrap my arms around behind his neck. He seems to be tensed up as if about to spring, but he says to hold on tighter, as tight as I can manage. So I do, holding on so tightly that I would think it would be hurting him. But he doesn't seem to notice. Then he launches into the air, practically flying up the side of a building as I hear more gunfire and explosions around us. A couple more jumps and we are well out of range of any weapons at the base.

Alex has stopped running and jumping, so I let go of him. I try to pull away from Alex, I really just want to get away from him and find someplace I can be alone. Alex holds on to me. Of course. What had made me think he was going to just let me go? My father had failed to meet his terms… flat out refused to even consider it. I try a bit harder to pull free, but it's clear I won't be able to do it. Alex holds me closer and says to just relax, he's not going to hurt me. He says the things he told my father he would do to me was all talk, trying to shock the bastard into cooperating. It hadn't worked. He says not to worry, though, he is not going to hurt me. He says I had better stick around, though… there have been some zombies moving back into the area, but they won't get anywhere near me as long as he is there. He lets go of me now, and then paces around the roof we are on for a few minutes. He seems to be thinking about something very hard. He stops and looks over at me. I don't like the look on his face. But he quickly looks away, shaking his head and muttering something, I hear him say there has to be another way. He seems very upset about something.

I can't help it any longer and I ask what the serum he wanted is for. He looks over at me as if surprised I'm still there. He then says he needs it to cure his sister Dana. He says without the serum she will die. He goes back to pacing around the roof. Oh… his sister is sick… I guess maybe a lot of people would do whatever it takes to save a loved one. I stand there in silence for a bit. So it looks like both Alex and I will be losing someone we love. Without the serum Dana would die, and I as I feel right now my father is dead to me. I hear his voice in my mind again saying I am of no use to him. I think about it a bit longer and then something occurs to me. My father has always been a bit paranoid that someone would steal or sabotage his work. To prevent that, he has always kept a backup copy of all his data on a hidden hard drive on his home computer. Surely he has the data on the serum Alex needs. I ask Alex if the chemical formula for the serum would be helpful. My father has always said as long as he has the chemical formula, the samples are just extra insurance. Alex stops pacing and looks over at me again. He asks if I have that formula, I see a glimmering of hope in his eyes. I tell him I don't have it, but I can get it. I just need a computer with wireless capability. Alex says he knows a place and comes over to me. He crouches down and says I should get on his back and hold on at tight as I can. I put my arms around his neck and hold on. He is holding onto my legs so I am riding piggy-back. He says to hold on tighter. I hold on a little tighter, but after all I have my arms around his neck… He asks if I am actually concerned about holding on too tight… because if I am, don't be. It would take someone much stronger than me to choke him. Ok… so I hold on as tight as I can, and he launches into the air for what turns out to be a very exhilarating ride.

A short time later Alex lands on top of what looks like an apartment building. There is a hole ripped in the wall of one of the apartments and we go in through there. There are several computers along one wall along with bulletin boards filled with notes and maps. The notes and maps mean nothing to me. I sit down at the computer and turn it on. It boots quickly since it had been in standby mode. Whoever had used it last had left it on when they left. Once online I go to the wireless connection. I wonder at first if I'll be able to access the network. But I needn't have worried, Blackwatch has turned all of New York into a wi-fi zone so they can communicate. And there aren't many civilians left who would know how to access it. Once on the network I have no problems navigating to my father's personal computer. As long as he isn't in the office, he won't notice the computer receive the remote power-on command. And he is surely still on duty. There is a password to get into his computer. I think about it for a bit and then use my mother's name. Access denied. I enter my mother's name and birthday. Access denied. No, he wouldn't make it that easy. So I enter my mother's name backwards and then her birthday. Access granted. Yes! Now to access his hidden drive. Finding the drive is easy, but it has another password. I use the same password… access denied. I guess it couldn't have been that easy. Then I realize it is just looking for a number. I use my mother's birthday. Access denied. Her birthday backwards. Access denied. Shit! It says one more failed attempt results in the system being locked down. Gotta make this one count. I am a bit too aware of Alex looking over my shoulder. Even though he hasn't done anything to hurt me and it doesn't look like he will it makes me uneasy. And I need that password…

I fiddle around on the computer. I find a C# compiler. I fiddle around with code. Too bad I haven't studied code… But I find I know it anyhow! Somehow the information is just there, in my mind, like I've known it all along. (I know programming in my waking life, so that is probably where the knowledge came from.) I write some code quickly to sequentially search through numbers to identify a password. It then compares the number with the password in the database to determine if it is correct without submitting it and counting it as an attempt. I run the program, keeping my fingers crossed that it'll work. After a pause that is too long for my liking the computer finally flashes up the Access granted message. There is a list of directories that I don't understand. Alex points at one that says Batch 250 and says that's the one. I click that and he points at one that says 256b. I click on that and it opens up a list of files containing all sorts of information from the chemical composition of serum 256b to the results of experiments done with serum 256b. There is a final note on the bottom that said 256b was being terminated as a failed experiment. I stare at that word for a bit. Failed. Alex says something but I don't hear what. Right now I am thinking how my own father was willing to give up my life to protect a failed experiment. A fucking FAILED experiment! Alex carefully rolls my chair to the side and pulls another chair up to the computer. He types a quick email to a Dr. Ragland and sends off a couple of the files.

Alex leans back in his chair and sighs. He says he hopes that will allow Dr. Ragland to create an antidote for Dana. I tell him I hope she is ok. An email comes back from Dr. Ragland. It says that the files Alex sent are exactly what he needs, he will create and administer the serum right away. He says he will send another email when she is awake. I look through the broken wall into the night, which is now brightening into dawn. Now that the action of hacking into my dad's computer has passed, I am just depressed again at the way he betrayed me. I slump down in my chair, feeling like crying but no tears actually come. Alex moves his chair closer and says if it means anything, he'd never had any intention of hurting me. It doesn't mean much… I say there's no way my sperm donor could have known that. I don't want to call him my father. He gave up that title when he told Alex to go ahead and kill me. I look over at Alex, right into his blue eyes which look a lot more caring than I would have expected after the horrible things I have heard about him. But it's looking like maybe I can't believe everything I hear, especially from sources such as Blackwatch and Gentek. Alex puts his arms around me and holds me close, trying to comfort me in my depression over my father's betrayal. And it is helping. It feels nice to be held. I somehow feel safe here, and suddenly very tired. I drift off to sleep in Alex's arms and wake up in my own bed.

1.) My friends Maddy and Emily and I were standing in an aisle in Wal-Mart. There was a giant map of the United States displayed to the side of us on the shelf. It did not resemble a real map of the US though. There was a state called something along the lines of "Mediterranean" and it had the shape of the actual state of Tennessee. This "state" was right next to Texas, which was much larger on the map than it already is. Maddy was telling Emily and I about the history or something of Texas. I remember her talking a lot about cowboys.
Then, Emily and I had this container of sprinkles (the kind you would put on ice cream) and we poured a large amount of it into our hands. Someone who worked at Wal-Mart must have seen us do this, because next we were running through the store with the sprinkles still cupped in our hands, trying to get away.

2.) I was staying at a Japanese girls' house as a foreign exchange student or something like that. She was rich and her house was extravagant, I remember walking through her room and bathroom being very impressed with it all. Next we were in the kitchen with this girls' mom and she was making us something to eat. There was a pot full of vegetables, tomatoes and onions of which I remember. However, the tomato was a darker red than that of a normal tomato, and the onion was a dark purple instead of the white that I was expecting. Also, these vegetables had tiny faces on them. The Japanese woman and girl started nibbling at the veggies and when they did so, the vegetable started screaming and crying. Me, being a foreigner, was startled by this, but the Japanese woman told me it was okay and to try my tomato. When I did, sure enough, the tomato started to sob and wail. But the more you ate of it, the less it cried.

3.) I was in a truck with my brother and mom. They were in the front seat, I in the back and I was reaching over the seat, grabbing the steering wheel, trying to drive. I was getting driving lessons from them apparently, but I couldn't steer properly as I was not sitting where I was supposed to be and I was getting very frustrated, but my mom and brother did not understand why I was all worked up.

4.) A new football stadium got built right next to the current stadium at my high school. It belonged to our rival though. I was standing on the field of this new stadium and there were cheerleaders from the other school there too. I jumped really high into the air and did a flip or something and all the cheerleaders were very impressed with me.

5.) I had been holding several conversations through text message with middle aged men. My best friend Emily, who later turned into this girl named Taylor, read the messages on my phone and was disgusted, since I am only 17. I remember feeling quite ashamed and didn't want her to be upset with me.

Dangerous place
I start out sailing around a large wooded landmass. Now I'm driving through an untamed area. It's not the safest for me, but I'm carrying small animals with me and it's extremely dangerous for them. To help protect them from the dangers, I rig up something with a ceramic dinner plate and sticks, putting the sticks around the passenger seat cushion to hold the plate in place. The animals can then sit on top of the plate, making it much harder for the predators to get them. At first glance, my wife thinks it's silly, but she has to admit that it's effective.


DS9: Ancient plague
Kira arrives back on the station dressed in archaeologist clothes, carrying some ancient artifact she found on a new planet in the Gamma Quadrant. She's excited, gushing about the trip to Sisko, hoping they can get a full archaeologist team out there to do a proper study. Now I see three men, dressed in archaeologist clothing, doing a Power Walk (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PowerWalk) down some steps, Sisko at their side. Now the four are in a runabout, headed for the planet Kira was at. It turns out these guys aren't really archaeologists - instead, they're interested in the planet because they hope to find an ancient plague they can use as a bioweapon. They didn't want Sisko along, but now they're stuck with him. For a while, they hold him as a prisoner, but he eventually convinced them he could be useful. The other guys consider this a suicide run, since other teams trying something similar in the past have sometimes been infected with the plague they're hunting and have tried to come back to infect everyone. This team has made all sorts of precautions to ensure they're on a one-way trip. Sisko keeps trying to convince them that it doesn't have to be this way. He can stay in contact with DS9, keep them up-to-date on how they're doing and what sorts of precautions to take when they're on their way back.

Now the leader is watching a recorded message from his wife. Now I'm watching the wife record it. She's being played by Amanda Tapping (SG1's Carter) as a guest appearance. She's walking around their home, talking about how she knew this would happen, and she regrets not stopping him sooner, but she hopes that he's able to fulfill his dream. Now she's walking around some kind of large gathering, still recording. She tells him she's sorry their child will grow up without its father. As she walks near a table in the middle with a food line, a Ferengi child points to a mug with a picture of her husband and says something like "I want to be just like him!" She makes some kind of noncommittal reply.


Conspiracy at work
I'm in the elevator at work with one other guy. I'm heading to the fourth floor, he's heading to the fifth. The elevator doesn't seem to be working right - things are taking much too long. Suddenly, the elevator doors bulge inwards towards us, taking up about a third of the elevator's floor space. I "know" that we're currently on five, and I'm praying that the elevator doesn't fall. I'm trying to think back to what you're supposed to do in such cases. I think I once read that you're supposed to lie down flat on the floor, but it really doesn't make a difference. Finally the doors open. I'm not sure what floor we're on, but my companion and I both get out quickly. We wait for the elevator to continue going up before hitting the elevator call button to make sure we get an elevator from the other shaft. Someone else joins us on the second elevator, but it's not working right either; the doors just stay open. We all get out and take the stairs.

Now I'm walking around the floor I work on. There's some kind of conspiracy going on. As I'm walking by the cubes near the window, someone mistakenly thinks I'm part of it and gives me a binder to take somewhere, then leaves her cube. I take a quick flip through it and see that it has all their plans in it. I realize I need to get to a copy room, make a copy of everything in the binder, then get out; but I'm worried that people will think me suspicious and discover that I'm not one of them. I try to take a roundabout way to one of the copy rooms, but it's not working out well. A group of people is walking behind me. I don't think they're intentionally following me, but they've seen where I came from and they'd know if I went back. I try to take an unusual path, but they're still behind me, and I think they may be intentionally following me now. I take the stairs up to five, then almost run through some of the cube areas, trying to lose them, no longer caring that I look incredibly suspicious.

First Nap WILD occurred on #80, I was beginning to think LDs during naps was not for me!
12/4/13 I lay down about 1 hour & 45 minutes after waking for the day...morning nap. Before laying down I read this one time: Why You Fail at WILDs - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views (I had read it before, keys in article for me: customize WILD attempt to you and FALL ASLEEP). I then read Naiya's sub-post #7 of 8 here: http://www.dreamviews.com/induction-...tml#post850578 The part that carried into my attempt the most was changing the noises you hear to something you want them to be. For me I was hearing the bed creaking like someone getting into it and I just quickly noted the sound and imagined Girl Friday getting into bed...though I probably carried the visualizations too far which probably kept me too awake longer. The process may have taken an hour as I was holding on to too much consciousness, but I am confident I can fall asleep quicker next time. I also heard city noises (probably actual WL noises) and kept them what they were only changing the scene from which I was hearing them to something other than my bed during a WILD attempt. I probably need to do this quicker and then let go. Earlier as I was getting ready to lay down I repeated a mantra that I recognize the vibrations. I think lately my consciousness was gone by the time they arrived (if they arrived at all). My gut feeling is that they were not showing up as much because I had gotten beyond the novelty of the sensation, but not sure. Either way, they had been a big part in me entering WILDs in the past and I thought a mantra to keep an eye out for them would help and I think the mantra did help. For me once the vibrations start in earnest you are at the door of the dream. By the end of the process it was barely a tiny thread of consciousness still there when I felt the vibrations which ramped up my consciousness, but in a smooth non-jolting way. I nudged the vibrations on and soon felt my dream body but no scene and started paddling forward with both dream arms and in the beginning with each stroke propelling myself forward I was still getting fairly strong vibrations as if I needed to keep paddling forward to keep from returning to my sleeping body and propel myself further into the dream. Eventually the vibrations faded and I could feel myself in the water and kept paddling but felt like I didn't want to just keep doing this so I imagined that I was paddling towards a beach (did this in a previous LD as well). I imagined also that Girl Friday would be on the beach, she was fresh on my mind from the HH bed creaking tweaks I mentioned earlier. I crawl my way onto shore and there she was in a sexy bikini red with white polka dots matching top and bottom. To cement the idea that she was ready for me I said something like I am sorry it took me so long, I know you have been waiting for me in a sexy deep voice. I caress her face and push back her hair and wipe bits of almost glowing sand from her cheeks and we begin to kiss for a while. I then reach back behind her back and untie her bikini top and

Spoiler for X-rated:

caress and kiss her beautiful breasts slowly. After a while she turns around 69 style and she still has her bikini bottom on. I move the fabric to one side to expose her beautiful "ahem" and begin to perform oral. After a while I notice that she doesn't seem to be doing anything oral to me

and I slowly felt myself returning to my bed where I heard a woman with a frantic, unintelligible cry that morphed into the dog I could hear barking in waking life! Very interesting. I made a quick DEILD attempt and did 2 motionless RCs even though I was sure I was awake and then a few physical RCs to keep true to my new goal to catch as many FAs as possible. I failed to do that when I got up for the day earlier before this nap...so sure that I was awake, but I got to get better at RCing every single time.

Other recent LDs not journaled on DV were all DILDs. Quick recap of DILD realization moments: FA and saw hands and arms raised up behind a tv and realized I am dreaming; talking to my brother and his old roommate I notice that the roommate has these weird marking on his face that look drawn on and realize I am dreaming; paying for items at convenience store and I notice all of my coins are very old from the 1700's and I realize I am dreaming - one odd coin might not have done it; can't reach the brake pedal in my big old Impala like car (never owned one but saw some nice ones at a car show within the last few months) and realized I am dreaming; sitting talking with my son and his cousins I think to bring up lucid dreaming and realize I am dreaming.

Alright ill start out with my first dream that I can remember, I was at this trailer park in the middle of this huge grassland area, and around the grassland area it was engulfed in those weird african trees with the huge base at the bottom. Anyways I was going into this double wide with my best friend from back home and the double wide turned into a restaurant. Well more like a sit down fast food joint, there were no doors and you could see clearly outside of the restaurant. I went up to the front counter to give the owner of the restaurant a ticket for a free burger. When I got the burger and ate it I ended up falling asleep or losing consciousness in my dream and woke up on a mattress on the restaurant floor, my buddy and my brother were standing above me trying to help me regain focus.

And thats when I went into another dream where I was a person from this TV show called "Weeds". I was now Shane from "Weeds" and I was walking around this mansion looking for something to eat, the whole time thinking there was something ominous watching me. I couldn't find anyone in this complex maze until I found the fridge! I went to the fridge and was distracted because how the mansion was set up, you could see what looked like a huge pool like aquarium in the middle of the kitchen, and there were these two beautiful women in skimpy bathing suits kissing each other so sentually all over. And when I mean all over, I mean ALL OVER. Anyways I ended up getting something to eat, cant remember what and ended up wanting something more. So I decided to go over to the pool and swim to a certain section that had these juicy oranges only to have my dream flash to outside of the mansion. There were these guys in FBI jackets standing outside the entrance to the mansion and they were talking about alien abductions and other top secret stuff I couldnt really hear, but I was never even there nor was shane, I was just air observing them.

Then I had my body back and I was in the mansion, I was talking to some people that I didnt know and it seemed we were deep in conversation when I decided to go up an elevator, this is one of those elevators you see with the gate and its pretty 3 sided with the fence instead of 4 sided and all boxed up. but as the elevator was coming down you could see this rotted man corpse in a wheel chair descending with the elevator, but then got pulled back by his neck about half way down with a rope and all of his blood and pieces of his flesh just fell off with it.

And uh yah.....thats about it

I think I was Jesus again. If not, then some guy who can walk on water.

I start by walking through a crowd of people in a bazaar. They look like peasants and villagers out of a fantasy-themed video game, and I know a couple of them can be recruited to join my party if I have enough reputation. I'm also kind of shiny, and I have the sick and poor looking to me.

Eventually, I come across an intersection, but a train of pack beasts (cows, I think) are crossing, and I wait until they are done. Somehow, this goes on a really long time until I just decide to step over them in a single stride.

That stride takes me to the end of the bazaar, and suddenly, I'm on a ship sailing the seas. I'm also being chased by a naval fleet, so naturally I'm a pirate now. One of my pursuers get close, so I run out on the water and stick out my leg to trip a ship. And it works! This somehow turns the tides, so I move my ship around and engage in battle. I board a ship and duel the captain while my crew fights invisibly in the background (I've been playing Sid Meier's Pirates!, so don't judge).

There's a brief sweet and embarrassing scene here that's juxtaposed with the sight of the navy's retreat from their divine ass-kicking. I celebrate, but sadly, the dream fades.

Dream two and three aren't all that memorable, nor as vivid.

In dream two, I'm riding my motorcycle (missed MILD cue alert) through my dream interpretation of Seattle's SODO and Georgetown at night. I believe its snowing/raining, and I want to get home before I slip and crash.

In dream three, I see my grandfather on my mom's side -- who died before I was born and I have no idea what he looks like -- and we talked a little. I don't ever get a clear look at his face, nor do I really know what we chatted about. I think it's about medicine or health because of this gem of a gibberish line: "live eternally so you learn to be aware of the cat's retribution."

Wise words, Dream Grandfather-Ghost. Wisdom +1.

Although I have already done fairly short summaries regarding some of the dream content found here, I am putting it together under a new concept - "how to be an idiot in lucid dreams", which seems to fit well with some of the material.

Perhaps the most ridiculous example of sheer futility was when I set up a Casio digital sampling keyboard - with the electrical cord holding the key down (by being pulled under the adjoining keys) and listening through my sleeping period in 1989 to an affirmation regarding "I am aware now, within my dream". The samples couldn't be very long, and the same one (sole sample) was assigned across the keyboard of various "artificial pitches" with no formant option (the pitch solely being altered by the length of the sample/sound-wave, a much simpler but entirely useless way to get different pitches - people with authentic perception can easily tell that they are slowed down or sped-up sounds, primarily because the formant is as well - unlike the advanced grain stretching and frequency band with formant manipulation which I find very easy to do these days - I am still agonizing when I hear older recordings that used this older method as well as the ever-irritating and horribly "anyone-can-do-it mentality" stutter and "play any song with any sound" nonsense).

As stated before in an older summary, this did indeed "open" a lucid dream. Throughout my life, it has been a "habit" to have at least one lucid dream every day ever since I can remember (even as a baby) - which is usually the first one upon entering sleep via a hypnagogic portal. However, I have experimented with everything and anything. In this case, I had a dream where...as said before...I spent the entire lucid dream trying to find the source of the sound to stop it! How idiotic is that? Indeed, that is like listening to a hypnotist and then telling him to shut up half-way through because you are trying to be hypnotized...

In this particular dream I was trying to open doors in a long hallway, trying to determine where the sound was coming from, some of the doors being locked. I did not even make the obvious connection that the sound source was outside of my dream environment and in the real world at the time. When I woke, I felt ridiculous in being "tricked" that way.

In the "Knife Nose" dream from early 1970 (which I did not give full references to before, even in title), I was entering my lucid dream awareness. I was in the backyard in Cubitis and it seemed to be late morning. I was facing the south and sitting in an unfinished area of the larger rabbit shed near the concrete block columns. From the carport, a dog was approaching as soon as I started to get an idea on how to dream what I wanted. I got very annoyed, as dogs appearing in my dreams was always bad news in that they would soon attack or try to chase me (which is rather odd, as I don't recall any traumatic events with dogs prior to that stage of my life). I shouted out "You dogs are always ruining my dreams!" From there, the "back spasm" unfolded as the dog immediately growled and ran to me and pressed his nose into the small of my back, causing great pain and an "electrical sensation". I have had this all my life (actually fairly common now, but not associated with dreaming - it usually occurs before hypnagogic visions kick in more fully). It seems to be some sort of strange threshold between conscious thought and expectation that triggers some sort of muscle spasm in the lower back (but now sometimes also occurs in other areas near the ribs). It is also some sort of strange combination of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. I used to think it was associated with so-called Kundilini energy.

A very similar dream resulted from yelling at a buzzard being in my lucid dream (and being tired of non-lucid dreams where buzzards sometimes posed a threat). A similar response resulted, the buzzard flew down into the carport (as I ran into it) and just as I was sitting down (as in, not making it to the front door of the actual house in time I decided to try to sit down to protect my back), it landed on my back and stabbed me with its beak, causing the exact same "back spasm" event. This seems to be some sort of both causal and premonition-like event in medical science related to "seizure premonitions" related to epilepsy, although I do not have any diagnosed medical condition of this nature. It is very perplexing, though. Which comes first? If I had not responded that way to the "characters" in my dream, would the "back spasm" still have occurred? Again, I am left with a bit of doubt over the threshold or line between premonition and manifestation. What instigates what?

A fairly common event throughout my life (perhaps because I do a lot more walking than many people) regarding the entering of hypnagogic portals each night is that, regarding certain environments that form, I am sometimes rudely kicked out of it. A fairly common event is entering the portal and walking along the streets of a city and developing full lucidity. Sometimes I have a companion, sometimes I am on my own. As I walk I become more and more integrated into the dream. However, there is sometimes the sudden tripping and falling into "nothing" and waking suddenly. There seem to be variations on this. I am already fully in the lucid dream, yet this happens. (Supposedly it only happens to some people AS they are falling asleep, not after - some say the cause is exhaustion, but this is not the case with my experiences, one name for it seems to be "hypnic jerk" although there is something called myoclonus in more extreme cases(?) - it is hard to say with all the weirdness in completely different beliefs about such things, even medically - public credibility failure as usual.)

Finally, getting to the real idiocy. What could be more idiotic and futile (and yes, this has happened to me a few times) then manifesting a lucid dream, and then trying to shut it down over concern of what various characters might think? In a few cases, I have gone around the dream environment, deliberately, yes...deliberately - trying to remove portals and "seeds" (including tupla templates at the lucid dream level). I mean really, does a movie producer experiencing his greatest potential then decide to say - whoops, I'd better change it to conform to what other characters would expect... Pure idiocy at its finest, I'd say. I'm still not sure why this happens - perhaps some sort of transient state or "phasing" with the subconscious of other people. I have had a few dreams like this over the years. Sometimes, in the dream, I try to find any book with a reference or particular phrasing to open a portal (sometimes even a supposed talisman) and deliberately destroy it or put it somewhere else (as it is often located with someone else's belongings somehow). In a recent example, I went through the dream environment to make sure that there were no portals or potential for such, or any evidence on dream manipulation or tulpa manifestation...I did it a few times in the same environment. This is utter idiocy at its most ridiculous extreme. It's like building a great house and then closing off half the rooms because you don't want people to know your house is bigger. Whatever. I'm sure I'll find a "cure" someday, ha. It's kind of like when I "pulsed" the word "girls" many years back - and other phrases for nearly an entire day, and what did I get dream-wise? A night-long adventure featuring...squirrels. Spare me.

Although it certainly isn't always the case, I've also held that "I had better be wary of what my real (sleeping) body is doing in real life right now". Where is the logic of this? I am fully aware I am dreaming and the dream is as vivid as real life - and by all logic, my real physical body would be motionless in bed. Yet I have this concern in the back of my mind that my real physical body could be wandering around in the middle of the street in reality (undressed, yet), perhaps being endangered or some such or perhaps the pillow covering my mouth or perhaps there are visitors in real life and they'll see me undressed or whatever. It almost seems logical in a way. There are technically "two different mes" and it seems to be by instinct that concern should be sharply focused for "both". I have also already stated how "the shadow" seems to be the conscious self in a lucid dream (and perhaps many other types of dreams). I have tested this, and it seems to be true. I have actually caused my physical body to move by getting my shadow to do something while I - as the dreamer - remained still (a different sort of "shadow play"). This is not the rule for lucid dreams in general; in lucid dreams that otherwise had a lot of physical activity AS the dreamer, I was told that I did not move at all during my sleep - during the time period involved (which was sometimes in the daytime or during naps).

The "great adventure" continues...

The first time I began to remember my dream is when I was talking with my School A administrator. Then a friend of mine enter a school with batman motorcycle and starting to shoot the school's doors and walls. He entered the school with AK-47 rifle and go to 3rd floor and enter one of the classroom. Before he went down, I want upstair throungh another stair. He bring every one out of the school and gather them on a court. I run into a classroom and see that the bomb he planted that was on the place the overhead projector used to be. The bomb looks hi tech and never seen in military before. Then I run in into a toilet and meet a bear name Lotso from toy story 3. He says "adagio" and there is a hole in a ceiling. I went in the hole in to the ceiling by parkouring up. I see that the empty space above the ceiling is very big that enable me to walk upright. I saw a door and go through it and I ended up on the fourth floor of School B. It seems I just went through a teleporter. I saw a pokeball that was on the table and throw it. It is a pokemon named Xatu. I saw the terrorist and my other friends on the court of School B. It seems that they have been teleported too. I glide down with Xatu and crash the terrorist.

Then I woke up (Real Life) after I crash the terrorist

I wake up in my own room, perform reality checks and I know I was dreaming. I went downstair in the middle of the night. I took my CD case and choose a random CD. I got a film named "Up". Then I watch and begin to command myself to be part of the movie. Then suddenly the dream scene changed and I am in Carl Fredrickson's House (Main character of the movie "Up")
I enjoy flying in his house, looking at his photos, eating his food and looking outside.

Then I forgot the parts after I look outside of the house because it just went blank. When I began to realize that I was dreaming, I ended up in my house watching TV with the film "Up".

non lucid
*I was in a room with people that died. We all had a piece of paper telling us where we go when we die. When I first looked at my paper it said I would be with Buddha a pure land I think, then I looked again it said I will get to worship Buddha for a limited time. I thought someone gets to control how much I worship Buddha. I got a upset about this.

The dream started out I was in a room, but for some reason this room was like an out door type scene. I was looking for some photo opportunities and saw this spider, she was big one. I normally have my other camera but this time I had my iPhone. I didn't have my macro attachment so I let the spider be. I started to hear a lot of commotion going on. I went up some stairs to look and some people were injured and hurt, I asked what was going on and the guy said the building across exploded.

I couldn't believe I noticed any shaking or noise I was oblivious about it. I started my way back down and started helping people get out of here. For some reason the building across affected ours too, when I was going down got trapped in the stairwell there was a lot of rubble, and I had to squeeze threw this one rock area. I remember seeing people crawl threw this hole to get out. My brother was there I said hold on I gotta get my shit it's just right in that room He tried to tell me it's not important, the building could collapse but I was thinking of how much all that stuff cost me so I went and got my camera and a few other things. I woke up I think after.

I'm normally not an attachment kind of girl. I would be sad but material things can be replaced lol. I think this dream spiraled from something that I herd on the news. There was a building that exploded and flattened from propane leak. They couldn't find anyone inside and later learned that the wife was in the basement and the husband was on a business trip. Poor guy to have to endure his wife being blown to smithereens, it was so sad to hear.