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Satellite, jumping on it, disable

OK I forgot to tag the other dreams I had, but here we go.

I'm the Satellite, and You're the Sky.
I am part of a group invading a mountain in order to knock down a satellite. I don't remember much until I jumped off of the mountain and onto the satellite. I held onto it and climbed around it while disabling it in a way that it won't fall out of the sky. It seemed like it was going around the mountain rather than the earth. I remember a kinda rude guy and a kinda rude girl being in the group with me.



I totally had a second dream right here. :/

Sitting Here Waiting on Two Pink Lines
I found out that I was having a third child. I remember finding the "stick" in a trash can before my wife told me. She was afraid I would be mad for some reason since we weren't trying to have a kid like we have in the past. I don't remember a lot of the dream, but I remember a lot of the things I thought about, like "what is it going to be like with 3 kids?", "I wonder what it is going to be", and "How is this gonna effect Japan? Will we put it on hold for a year or two for the kid's birth and shots?" lol. There were even a couple wakings this morning that I remember trying to figure out if it was true or not. I was pretty sad when I finally woke up and found out that I didn't have a third kid coming.

I'm looking for a place to stay for the next few weeks while I take a course in a new city. I know that a certain motel/hostel/dorm has spots available for students, but they also fill up fast. So I head over there as soon as I'm in town.

Luckily, there is a place available. Unluckily, it's haunted by the victim of a mean-spirited (and presumably lethal) prank by members of a fraternity or something. We don't actually have those here, but it was a group of guys and they were terrible people.

So now the ghost violently murders people who stay in the dorms.

There's a woman screaming.

I'm running towards her as she's being dragged into a fluffy duvet or pile of pillows. I really should emphasize that they were unabashedly evil pillows, with the electrifying reek of corrupted darkness emanating from them. I grab the woman by the elbows, and she tells me No, it will get you, too!

I can't hold her, and my arm ends up dragged into the rift. Excruciating, electric pain arcs up my right arm (the kind of pain that you only feel in dreaming, where it overwhelms everything and it hurts but doesn't feel like pain in waking life). I try to pull my arm away, but there's resistance, sucking me into the rift.

I rip my arm away—

But the bleeding, rotten darkness is still everywhere and there's nowhere to go—

I wake up. I reality check, tapping my fingers against the sheets. One-two-three-four-five. Genuinely awake. Damn ghost thinks it's gonna get the better of me, huh?

I slip back into dreaming. I'm back in the dorm room, and it's quiet. Shadows whisper along the ceiling and in the dark corners of the room. I hold out a hand, and the shadows still.

The ripping, tearing thing leaps into me, but I'm ready this time. I channel the pain, force the thing out of my body until it faces me, forced to its knees on the floor.

Let's solve your problem. My terms.

FUCKKK. JUST HAD 4 INTENSE ASS TERRIBLE FUCKING NIGHTMARES... LITERALLY GOT BRUTALLY TORTURED, AND THEN MURDERED WTF DOES THIS MEAN... I JUST WOKE UP SHAKING WITH SO MUCH ANXIETY...
2 OF THEM WERE CONNECTED TOO.
1 OF THE WORST WAS IN THE MALL, AND IT WAS TOTALLY FINE AT FIRST BUT THE LIGHTS ALL SHUT OFF 1 BY 1, AND IT GOT PITCH BLACK AND THERE WERE MULTIPLE SERIAL KILLERS JOINING TOGETHER KILLING PEOPLE BRUTALLY IN THE DARK BY LIKE THROWING GIANT NINJA STAR LIKE KNIVES AT PEOPLES HEADS, AND TORTURING THEM. THEN I WOKE UP FREAKING OUT, AND CRYING, AND SHAKING, AND THEN 20 MIN LATER I FELL BACK ASLEEP, THINKING IT WOULD BE OK. THEN I WENT BACK TO THE SAME MALL. THIS TIME, I WAS GETTING BRUTALLY TORTURED. AS SOON AS THE LIGHTS TURNED OFF, I LAID ON THE FLOOR BY A COUCH TRYING TO HIDE, BUT THIS SLIM GUY WITH LONG HAIR IN A BLACK TACTICAL OUTFIT GRABBED ME BY MY HAIR, PULLED ME INTO A STORE, TIED ME AGAINST A POLE AND STARTED THROWING NINJA STARS AT ME TO SCARE ME, PURPOSELY MISSING EACH TIME, AND HE KNEW MY NAME, AND I SCREAMED AT HIM ASKING HOW HE KNEW MY NAME. HE TOLD ME HE KNEW ALOT ABOUT ME, AND MY FRIENDS, AND WHAT WE DO ON OUR FREE TIME. AND THEN HE TOOK A BLOW TORCH OUT HEATED UP METAL CLAMPS GRABBED PARTS OF ME AND STARTED CUTTING THEM OFF, WHILE I SCREAMED. I WOKE UP SWEATING AND FREAKING OUT CRYING AND SHAKING LIKE CRAZY.
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY THE FUCK I'M GETTING THESE TERRIBLE DREAMS. I'M TERRIFIED OF FALLING BACK ASLEEP NOW.

A bedroom

It's, I don't know, 5am? I've got that wild feeling, so I assume the usual posture in bed. I wait. It's sort of like the feeling when you pick up a phone, but for whatever reason, it takes a moment for the dial tone to start. And then you dial and again, randomly, there's an unusual pause before you start to hear the ringback. Like you're waiting to connect, and you're confident it will happen, but there's just an extra beat that makes me think, Hmm, did I make a mistake? But then it starts and all is well. My body buzzes and The Dreaming picks up the other line.

Gingerly at first, I peel my dream body away from the sleeper. I take a deep breath to stabilize. The window is to my left but the window behind me is missing. So it's no longer my bedroom. Let's get outta here. I phase through the window and hover out in the night sky. It is either a blank canvas or a bleak landscape, depending on my mood. An all black sky with just the faintest hint of light. The ground below, a featureless expanse of dirt or maybe concrete. I look back at the house I exited. It is an uninspired starter home, dotted by a few trees, but that's it. Unimpressed, I contemplate my options. Now what? I double check the sky. Nope, not even the moon is out. I scan the horizon. Maybe in the distance there is a low range of mountains. Yawn.

Another deep breath. Maybe this one is more of a heavy sigh. Bored, I become aware of my hovering. Do I bob slightly as I hover or do I remain still? It's entirely a matter of affectation. I try holding still. That's fine. I try a gentle bob. That's kinda cool. I try a different affect, as if I am stabilized by jet thrusters. Eh, kinda cool but too much work. One of the jets slips and I lose my balance. I feel The Dreaming shudder as it starts to destabilize.

I'm back in bed. Serves me right for vain tinkering, I scold myself. Let's go back. This time, I mean to sink through the bed but instead I slurp off the bed like a puddle of water. I think of the "genie" transition effect in Mac OSX. I rematerialize off the floor. If you're going to be difficult -- ! I chide to no one in particular.

I see the same window but stop to contemplate the room. It's rather plain. The layout bares some resemblance to my room, but the bed is different and there's no furniture besides the bed. Who's room is this? I amuse myself with the thought that this is some kind of walk of shame. I've found myself in someone else's bed and now I must discretely slip out and return home. Again bored, I wait a beat. Let's do this properly. I command The Dreaming to restart.

I'm back in bed yet again. This time I sink smoothly through the bed and into a familiar place I call The Field.

The Field

It's an open field of long but evenly manicured damp grass. Above is a slightly starry night sky with the moon looming prominently, large and full. So, the sky is mostly dark but the grass and atmosphere near the ground is rather brightly lit, like the field of a sports stadium for an evening game. But there are no light stands, buildings, or human development at all, at least not for miles around. The quality of the light is interesting. While it is like that stadium analogy, it's not that washed out white light, nor is it moonlight. It's a warm reddish orange like an early dawn. The light contrasts so perfectly with the greenness of the grass as it sparkles off the damp dew.

When I have nothing else planned, I come here to The Field. Sometimes it's a jumping off point to elsewhere, but most often, and for this night, I just linger here and wait for the sun to rise. As it rises, light starts to fill the sky while the lighting of the grass remains unchanged. Gradually, the ambient light of dawn matches the lighting of the grass and it no longer seems surreal. And then I wake with the real sun filtering through the blinds of my window. Ahh.

The apocalypse has come. I was one of survivors, armed with AK47 I was tracking after a survivor group that could help me. I entered a police station. It was dark, with only a few red spotlights. The building was in fatal state, and there was huge mess inside of it. I readied my weapon and went inside. Suddenly I heard a high pitched shriek. Furniture was thrown by unknown forces, and then I was surrounded by demons. I shot at one taking cover behind a desk in front of me, while a group of demons were flanking on me from the left, and another demon was just behind me. I shot them all and escaped to some village. I used radio to contact with survivor group, and they told me that they were inside a shack in a bog. I ran there, reaching underpass and then mines that ked to another side of mountain. The only way to reach them was through those mines, but they were swarming with zombies. I entered the mines, but I had to run away as soon as I did it. Escaping I killed huge swarm of zombies, only to get a "Sucker!" message on my radio. I received it from the survivors.

Not too much detail for this, but this one involved being in either a dark room or an alleyway, and I remember it could be an alley because there was a police car circling the area. Maybe police being in my dreams is a representation of guilt? But I don't feel guilty about anything super important, so that's strange.

Another fragment of a dream from last night is where I seemed to be in a dark building's entrance, passing by my parents, and going out into a big bright room with other people I know. ...This one ended up getting a little sexual, but that's not the point. It appears that the sexual portion was a result of mild lucidity, so that's a good sign I suppose.

Both dreams from last night weren't very memorable and were small, but I need to write them down here regardless.~

The night before last I dreamed of cat food and then human food. I think I was hungry.

Last night I dreamed we had not paid the cub scout dues yet, and the Cub Scout den leader met me at supermarket and grilled me some potatoes, and I gave him a piece of mail which was for him though it had someone else's name on it (sent to him anonymously).

Then I dreamed that it was the first day of school and the boys were going to be late! I was on the phone with my mother, and it was 9:06, and the boys were still asleep.

Deild after wbtb - first on my back attempting wild- then turn over to sleep on side after falling asleep and waking ( position needed changing)
Wow !A very clear exit and entry into dream - exellent
Just coming out of a nl where Gs and me were on a train and some kids startet climbing all over is getting to know us - what fun - then we were all togethe in a store picking up some food shopping when everything went dark/faded... I started to wake up but at the same time remembered reading about this in other dramers DJ acounts - scene changes...here could be one dream ending and one beginning - Jack pot !!!

So as the dream faded and I realised it laying quiet and still went gentlt backover the dream last dream - feeling the dream quality - after pondering the dream for few moments thing felt different ...it was Deild time ... I hold still and waited and watched for signs - some one souted out some lylics ; a song was playing on a radio... then again and the instruments kicked in ( cool !)
I had my head down against some thing so i start to bring my head up and watch out for something in the darkness. I start to see other cars going by ,and know i am in a car in the back seat - I open thew window, the car is full - with 2 in front and 2 in back I'm on the right in the back seat.The radio is on playing cool music.

Everything is super clear and i am in total awe as i look around taking scenery in knowing I am dreaming

We pull into a petrol station for fuel and the big guy driving gets out and stretches... the car brgins to roll away and looks like it will crash - I grab hold of the wheel and steer the car around and back to the pump -,the man looks abit anoyed at me.I am amazed henanoyed but its still clearly a dream so i respond -
i just say' i thought you needed a hand there'

The other 3 in the dar were all focusing on me at this point and I remembered I had wanted a dream with DC's - so i could ask questions and so I could do the ' fart totm' ... I tried hard to squeeze one out but it was not happening! I should have given up but just kept squeezing trying to do a fart so I could own up to it... I woke up ... still at least nothing had actually come out - wasnt expecting that task to be so demanding ha ha

My first super clear and stable - seemless - dield/wild ~ Thankyou!

bedtime a bit late, but natural waking at 08:30 on schedule

didn't record earlier dreams, mostly lost. Felt a bit bad that recall wasn't great at earlier waking. Better recall later. Short late "waking" LD to end the night.

later waking had good detail, vivid/present dreams, middle dream mostly forgotten

1. +(f, unsure) flying an airplane?

2. + crazy basketball [ds]
Playing basketball. Guys are making lots of long 3-pointers at the beginning of the game. During a free throw one guy comes up from the back and makes an amazing high shot that zips through the hoop so fast and and such a funny angle that no one is sure if it is actually a basket or not. Slow motion replay shows that it is. Taking the ball out from out of bounds.

I'm trying to make layups with folded up towels. This is a layup class. I'm standing RIGHT THERE under the basket but none of my shots gets even close. This is frustrating. At one point I use two hands and the "ball" (wadded up towel) goes farther but still doesn't score.

3. +(f) dog
Leaving house with wife and others, the dog starts whining loudly, wife says something like "man up." I'm annoyed by this. I go to the dog (German Shepard looking) and try to put on its collar, which is in two semi circles with round things on each end of the arc. I try to put the leash on to the collar ring and finally get it in place.

4. + uneven pavement SUV
I'm riding in a big SUV in the front passenger seat. (The driver is a guy who IWL our building is having problems with). We're bouncing over uneven pavement. The car's suspension has reached a bouncing frequency that makes the front wheels hop up just at the right time to get over the large uneven sections in the street which are bound with metal on the edges. I say "good job" for avoiding the bumps. I "remember" that on another street parallel to us there is another crack and talk about it. I can't remember the name of the street, I know it is located by turning left then right. I say "what's the name of that street that leads to A. hill?" A guy (in the back of the car?) answers "Crawdad Street(?)". The crack on that street also needs to be avoided.

5. + military presence, wedding/funerals

Standing outside urban environment, we're heading to the church to get married(us? kids?). Other groups are also heading to the church for funerals. A large group with a lot of caskets are approaching, individual men are carrying each casket. Are the caskets empty? That must be heavy. We should hurry, where's my wife? If they get to the church ahead of us we may have to wait all through the funeral service before the wedding. It's bad luck to be married at the same time a funeral service is going on.

There are military helicopters flying just past the fence which is made of poles. The tail section of one helicopter I notice is gradually approaching the fence where it can/will get caught. It does get caught and the helicopter goes down on its side. I have a feeling we should rush the cockpit while we can.

To the right down the street a big company of soldiers runs up. They're wearing red uniforms. I think it's pretty funny that this huge force was sent to deal with us, we're just standing around waiting for the church, ooooh, how scary we are!

6. + crazy racquetball
Playing on a somewhat dark court against a lot of guys. I'm serving and scoring points. I alter my service location between the left and right back corners. I'm serving standing on the right of the service area and serving towards the left back corner, score, count (it seems my score is a bit low for how long I've been here winning points), then I quickly step to the left side of the service box and serve towards the back right corner which completely takes them by surprise and they don't even go for it. One serve/shot comes back off the back wall fast and they can't catch up to it, another point for me. One one point I score by a corner shot against the left front corner.

Another guy comes in to play against me. "Another one?" I say? I think the court is getting really crowded.

There is a woman wearing glasses sitting down on a chair on the right front area of the court beyond the service box. I'm annoyed by this. I tell her she's in the way, and that she could get hurt. "The ball moves at 200mph and your'e not wearing safety glasses." I think I may be exaggerating but on some shots the ball could go really fast, if you put a speed gun on it to measure it it may be closer to 100 mph. She and I get into an argument. "Well you're not wearing safety goggles either!" she says. "Yeah but <something>" I say, I'm getting really angry and she's backing out of the court. She says "I'm a journalist and I'm going to write a story about you" (and your behavior). When she's gone I'm in the service box and start justifying myself to a guy playing. "She did not respond to reason in the beginning, <so things got out of hand>". I'm a bit concerned about the article she's going to write is going to present me in a bad light and people will think poorly of me, even though they don't have the whole story.

(wake and recall dreams?)

7. + LD#139
I'm outdoors in an urban environment. I had to go get something at my car. I start jogging back to the racquetball game. I feel very light on my feet, like I've lost weight. I feel the rub of the jeans on my legs every time I raise them up to jog another step forwards. I think I'll need to change into my shorts back at the court, I hope my racquet is still there.

Up ahead I see girls in uniforms entering a University. School is in session again. They look nice. I do a nose pinch to see if I'm dreaming ["If I were dreaming right now…."], and I am! I debate where I should go. On the one hand I'd really like to play racquetball lucid, I've been looking forwards to that for a long time, I should keep heading back to the courts. On the other hand: girls! I decide to follow the crowd in the right door. There is one girl with long blond hair right in front of me and I go up to her and face her and start talking to her. I ask her what year she is. The dream fades and I'm awake.

Analysis/commentary/misses
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2. fairly reliable DS. I've played basketball with wadded up towels for balls before in dreams. Can't make a simple shot over and over again.

3. this was a longer dream, forgot a lot of it

4. poor memory and reaching for something I think I should know it is a fairly reliable dream sign, need to catch these.

5. lots of odd things here. "How odd is this?" should catch this. Especially the huge company of soldiers running up to our group.

6. Major dream sign, I will catch this one day and play lucid racquetball!

7. Happy that pretty girls got me lucid fairly quickly . Unfortunately, no stabilization, and I should have grabbed the girl and taken her to go play racquetball instead of just standing there staring at her hoping the dream doesn't end which of course made it end. Goals! Narrate! Lucid Lab!

Yesterday IWL I started working on being aware of my path, location, and *how I'm moving*. I paid attention to my legs and the feel of my legs walking, looking down to see them and my feet. I paid attention to changes of direction, location transitions, and transitions in the material the ground is made of. This "feel of my legs inside my jeans" in the dream may have come from that!

Morning of September 4, 2015. Friday.



My senses are not very clear in this sequence. Firstly, I am playing some sort of game with an unseen character (seemingly by proxy via some sort of radio broadcast but he may also be “present” though disembodied) though the plays and outcome are quite abstract and hard to describe and follow. The playing field is illogically on an otherwise featureless area of an electronic keyboard (where the voice settings and other features would otherwise be). There is something to do with placing very short lengths of “hair” (of only about one centimeter) into a pattern that seems to have no particular form. It seems difficult and annoying. We had apparently been playing awhile because the shape that is supposedly mine is like a large circular form, but it seems the other character is winning (though I am not sure why or even what the purpose or rules are). Eventually, as I do not seem to be the winner, I pick up my game result and it is somewhat like a furball though seemingly made of drawn lines that somehow are separated from the surface that they were originally drawn on.

Later, I am on my side in a bed that is outside near an isolated intersection in a wooded area during the afternoon. I get a vague impression that there may be large dinosaurs (such as a tyrannosaurus) in the area. There is no fear or perceived threat of any kind, though. It is almost as if I am aware I can create any creature I want and have it run around by the intersection and along the perimeter of the forest. I absentmindedly choose not to focus more clearly to do this, though. Instead I am playing around with an electronic drum kit that also is like a digital sampler to capture at least an octave range of a particular sample.

I press something (some sort of small rectangular button) and sample the ambiance of the area, which is barely audible. I try to play a melody on the pads, but the sample is not loud enough to hear. I try again and get some ambiance that is slightly louder, but mostly only wind through the trees, my breathing, and a distant (unknown) animal sound. From here, I am able to play a random melody with a rather odd sound (almost like a person saying “huh?”), though which eventually sounds more and more like an electric guitar. I remember that sound can be recorded from anywhere and turned into anything else.

I was in awareness for most if not all of my non REM sleep from 10pm - 2.30am.

"Picture of Black Cat" - this was really strange it came from a place I never experienced as vividly before in sleep. It was like a heat seeking rocket! It just arrived in my mind and kinda freaked me out cause I did not expect it at all.

A message with "yoga" and "Ireland" appeared in front of my Non REM sleep really vividly like I have never experienced except for tonight as it was similar to the cat. It typed out in front of my mind like there was nothing else there. It was a surprise.

Now I often sleep these hours in awareness and do have semi lucids and people appearing to me and things but this was an extra depth. It was like it had nothing to do with me.

Both these things had NOTHING to do with my subconscious they were transmissions and if they were not I am learning to perceive in a new way or I don't know...

Setting:
The scene is an open, craggy desert mountain region not unlike that of Pakistan or other mountainous desert regions. My POV is on one side of a 40-foot wide crack in the ground, while on the other side there lay a green catwalk hanging over the canyon, and behind it sat a large water-tank looking thing. Many details were forgotten by the time I wrote the dream down, sadly.

[Plot begins; POV above canyon]:
Terrorists had tried to attack the industrial area by going through the canyon, which proved futile for many -- considering they had been quickly dispatched by US military personnel. However, one still lied, half buried in the sand, struggling to keep breathing.

[POV across canyon from the water tank]:
At this point, Obama (in a suit and white hard hat) walks out from the left of the water tank with an entourage of construction workers and military officers. He's asking questions and observing the area, prospecting.

[POV in canyon]:
The man suffering in the canyon grabs his M9 pistol, and points it backwards towards his head. He shouts in Arabic twice, and begins to pull the trigger. Suddenly, some coiled garden hose came into his reach and he grabbed on. It pulls him out of the sand at which point he gets a clear view of Obama. He took the shot, and killed Obama.

[Change setting to looking at TV video of assassination]:
I feel sad, and begin to wonder what Biden will do with the presidency. I discuss this with myself for ~3 minutes.

[Plot ends; wake up]

Note:
- Before dreaming, I hadn't had my usual glass of water before bed...
- This dream resulted in a hormonal high for the rest of the day. Now, whenever I think of it, the same feeling comes back. Rather pleasant, really.

[Fragment; not related to plot]:
I'm floating up above a massive desert town. Kinda like a Las Vegas but slightly more dusty and fake looking. For once I'm actually kinda flying, but it's not like I am physically up there; it's more that the "camera" of the dream is in the sky. It was really cool up there.

[Plot begins; change setting to below]:
I'm in some sort of academic tour of a seemingly historical area with my "social studies class". We're in a small building (pictured below):

Anyways, we were on our way through (doing a gallery walk) while a class from another school was on their way out the way we came. There was an artifact we were supposed to be looking at, but the only artifact I saw was a girl.

She was Asian (reminiscent of someone I used to know), and rather beautiful. But what surprised me more was that she noticed me and shot me a smile from across the room; I did the same. As we walked by each other, we both said "hi" simultaneously. I felt pretty good

[Plot continues; change setting to my house]:
It's night time. I walk out onto my porch where my mom is chilling out, playing games on her iPad. Dad guns it up the driveway in an old (like 30 years old) beat-up red Chrysler coupe with groceries, and stops magically at the top of the driveway. He's looking a bit crazy-eyed.

At this moment, I get a call. I answer, and I hear this:
"Hi! I'm Ki, the girl you saw at camp today. I looked through the directories and databases to find your number, but I just wanted to tell you about myself! I grew up in [censored for privacy], too! --"
She proceeds to tell me a bit about her singing, and she proceeds to sing a couple rock songs, and was astoundingly good at it! She then hung up. Feelin' pretty good

My mom checked my email and discovered that Ki had written an email to me as well, and proceeded to give me an all-knowing "you've got yourself a girlfriend" glance.

[Plot ends; setting doesn't change]:
My parents task me with bringing our car to the neighbors and parking it. I asked Dad to move my car out of the way, and he proceeded to show me his collection of random crap he had stuffed in my car (like in the headliner and the vents). This collection included broken Joker figures wrapped in paper towels and Dim Sum posters...

[Wake up]

Ok so I went out of town and left my computer at home so im back now and yea.....

so last night I went to my island and made a plan to see some of my DV Friends. I have an device in the dream world that gives me the location of any place and anyone in the universe. I tell it to find " DannyCool " and it shows me his coordinates. He was located on earth so I hoped in my space craft and put in his location on earth, then I took off.

I landed in a city on a roof top and saw a comic book convention going on down below. I made my way into the crowd and stood on a gargoyle statue. I tried to get a good look for Danny, but thought it was impossible so I told myself if I just sat a wait he would show up eventually. After about 5 minutes I saw someone dressed as a hitman and I got a strong feeling it was him.

He was by himself and was walking real fast in a hurry. I quickly got off the statue and ran towards him dogging the crowd of people, when I caught up to him I said " hey are you DannyCool From dreamviews? ". He stopped and look at me confused and said " yes? how do you know about dreamviews? Are you a lucid dreamer? " " Yes bro im Mage Cat! "

He looked at me then laughed and said " Mage Cat! Buddy! " Then shook my hand " Nice Costume! who are you supposed to be? " he asked. " oh this is what I wear on a regular haha... so you like conventions like this? " " nah its just something to do man, I'm supposed to be meeting some friends here "

" you do know your dreaming right? " I said. He laughed and said " oh really now? inception right? " I then put my hands up and said " no really look! " I summoned one of my magical creatures that resembles some what of a cat dragon and rode on it like a horse. " Holy crap! " Danny said as he took a few steps back. The crowd of people stood and stared, then freaked out. Danny disappeared ( probably woke up due to being overwhelmed )

" opps " I said. I ordered my giant cat to climb the building that the con was being held at. We made it to the top and I made the dragon cat disappear. " well that didnt work out as planned " I then saw a guy with long black hair who looked like the prince of persia on the rooftop with me. I felt he wasnt a dream character so I yelled " yo how'd you get up here? " he turned around slowly and said " do you know who I am child? " " uhh...nope" I said.

" I am Waking Nomad " he said " bullshit Waking Nomad doesn't lucid dream anymore. " " That's the dumbest thing I herd all day " he said shaking his head. " prove it " I said " why would I waste my time proving to you, that I'm me? HA ! FOOL! " I started to get the feeling it was Nomad so I asked " so... are you back then ?" he responded " I never left "