non-lucid

I am a lion in another Africa, another world. All carnivores are scavengers. I watch an old elephant breathe its last. I run to it, and make sure it's dead. I yowl, calling other carnivores to the dead beast. Hyenas, lions, and vultures come. We share, and devour the flesh in a couple hours. The hyenas and bugs eat the bones. Clean. There is no trace of the elephant.

I gaze up at Humans in small anti-gravity platforms, about 8 feet across, hover low and watch us with a gentle fascination. Their clothing is made from a living moss. They have engineered our genes to be strong, peaceful, and telepathic. They are playing a galactic game in which they improve global ecosystems. The game is practice to become benevolent gods.

I stretch and wake up slowly into the dream. No Templars around, at least, not in the immediate vicinity. There are a couple flying in the sky riding their silly pegasi. The bubble of protection is working. I kiss WinterFae's cheek, and open a portal to the Moon. I see a huge battle on the other side. I step through. On the other side, I am in my spaceship, Future's Hope. The Templars are mounting a full frontal assault on the entire Green Moon. The Moon Orks Castle, The Biodome, and The City of Nowhere are under attack.
Raven tells me to command the forces of Nowhere, she has the defense of the Biodome. I see MoSh and Tigress rocket off the Moon in their spaceships. They say they and Pablo are going to mount a counter-attack at The Silver Tower, the Templar's space station base.
I teleport to the City of Nowhere, my jungle pyramid city on the other side of the Green Moon. Templars on Pegasi are flying all over the outside of the city. The Moai heads in the wall are going off shooting lasers out of their eyes.
Island warriors riding winged pigs and flying sharks throw flaming spears at the Templar knights. The monster under the Temple has risen from the ground, and its green slimy tentacles pluck enemies from the air.
I summon a rainstorm, then a lightning storm, to soak then electrify their steel armor. I blast the Conch of Pan, and slam my Green Lantern ring into my palm. "Distress, Green Lantern number: 666999, Sector: Urth, Name: Nomad Nocturne, Nature of Distress: Full Scale Attack, Enemy: Illuminati Templar Knight, Dream Plane, White Lawful," broadcasts the ring.
An Army of Dream Warrior Corps and Green Lantern Corps appear out of Portals. The Green Lanterns grab the Pegasi and toss them into an equine dimension. The Dream Warriors pluck the Templars off their steeds and throw them into worlds full of only Templars.
The Battle is over. Every cheers. There is damage to the City. Little stone golems fly around the city, repairing it. I fly to my Temple, and go inside. I look in the standing mirror. I see Raven on the other side, looking at the fish in the koi pond. I step through.
"Battle over that quickly?"
"Huh? The battle for the Biodome was over hours ago."
"Really? Weird time dilation thing."
"Weird. Check this out, the battle somehow stimulated the Biodome and the plants in it to grow stronger."
I look around. I can literally see the plants growing taller and broader.
"Hmm... my body's sore... my neck in waking life, I think. Let's go to the volcanic hot pools."
****

I leap out of bed, a black werelion. I cast a protection spell over WinterFae, and open a portal to the Moon. Halfway through the wormhole, I hear Raven calling me. I open a side portal in the wormhole, and fly to her house on the astral plane. She is surrounded by wraith Templars in the desert under the full moon with her sword drawn. She and I nod. We commence a move we have done together so many times in the past, but I can't remember how we know. As she throws her sword at one, throwing knives fly out of her as she spins, I teleport behind every other Templar, assassinating them. Then, we run in opposite circles with our swords drawn, decapitating the rest. A putrid purple smoke evaporates from the empty soulless armor. Gross.

I open a portal to the Moon. Raven and I go into the balancing pools. I feel very black and white. I show her how my physical foot looks. She smiles when I tell her it's so much better.

A black pigeon flies down with a note on its leg, from the Moon Orcs. "Moon Tribe: URGENT MESZAGE Frum DREAMHAKKERZ AKA MOON ORKZ
YR TEMPLARZ ATTAKK MOON ORKZ. VVE LOVE FIIGHT. TEMPLARZ STEAL MOON ORK JADE IDOL. TEMPLARZ KIDNAP PSYCHICK BROTHERZ WARLORD, THE GOBLIN KING. WAR IN PARALLEL UNIVERSE, PHYSICAL PLANE. MOON ORKZ REQUEST AID. PLEAZE INFILTRATE ENEMBY BYASE MOON ORKS HAVE NOT SO STEALTH. SIGNLAZ RESCUE OF IDOL AND GOBLIN KING BY PILLAR OF GREEN FLAME, THEN MOON ORKZ ATTAKK TEMPLAR COMPOND. mahalo"

I summon, Jo, my astral beast, and ride out of the Biodome and meet the orc messenger outside the gates. Raven flies on a broom and hovers above the ground. "HAILZ MOON TRIBE. VVE ALVVAYZ GET BOOT FROM AI IN BIODOME, WE FIGHTING, ALWAYZ, YES? DREAMHAKKERZ!" the orc riding his giant beetle laughs uproariously.

"I TAKE YOU! TEMPLARZ TUNNEL INTO GOBLIN CITY TO KIDNAP KING AND CONTINUE TO OUR VVORLD TO TUNNEL TO ORKKEN IDOL. WE GO TO GOBLIN CITY!"

The Moon Ork opens a portal to a lush green planet. We are standing on a hill with a view of a beautiful mountain city integrated into the mountain itself. The goblins themselves look like they are part of the mountain. There is a strange flag flying which makes me feel sick to look at. The Moon Ork explains the flag means the goblin city is in distress.
I smell something strange... a faint scent... blood, human blood, and demon's breath... There is a soft spot on the ground. I dig into a hole, I am falling. I hit the floor about twenty feet down. Shit, my foot hurts. I strained my ankle, I think. Raven lowers a rope down. I strike my staff on the ground. Light. Hmm... I'm some kind of wizard in this world? I try to fly out. No flight. Right. Physical plane. I sniff the ground. I smell metal, iron, steel. "AH! ZSECRET ENTRANCE! SMART MOON ASSASSINS! VE GO PREPARE FOR FRONTAL ASSAULT!"
I suddenly feel a little animal presence on my shoulder. Gypsy? My blind kitten, Gypsy is sitting on my shoulder. She has cute orangey wings. She meows and flies at the speed of sound silently through the underground maze and returns to me in a second. She meows in my ear, and transmits a map of the area.
"I see," I explain to Raven.
"Sh, speak with minds," she says.
"Right. This place is huge, and connects with the underground of the Orks Moon Castle, and the Templars' Castle. I think we should focus on freeing the Goblin King first."
"Right. Looks like this was built by Templars, not goblins." Raven and I shapeshift into Templars. We march along the tunnel, trying to look and sound Templar-ish. We fall in behind some Templars that are mumbling something about a dungeon. We follow them to a dungeon countless stories underground. I hear moanings of many different prisoners. As the great wooden door opens, a foul reek emanates from below.
ME: "We have to focus on the Goblin King."
RAVEN: "Hmm... No. Fuck this."
Raven thrusts two great lances through the six Templars in front of us. They perish in silence. Raven picks up the keys, and pops in in a lock entitled: Master Lock, and all the doors of the jail pop open. Madness ensues as all kinds of Templar prisoners make a break and attack the Templars in the halls of the prison. We run through the battle, and see the Goblin King, ten feet tall, with a large stone in one hand, and a steel post in the other. He shoves the beam into the stone, creating a makeshift warhammer. He roars in anger and crushes Templars with his bare hands.
ME: "Should we give the signal?"
RAVEN: "We still need the Orkken Idol."
"You not find Brother Idol through stealth. I will show you: war!"
The Goblin King roars like a crocodile and smashes his warhammer on the fabric of time space, creating a hole. We step through. Orks and Templars are at war on a huge hilly battlefield full of dead trees. On the highest hill on a platform, stands a jade Ork, about three feet tall. Some kind of power is beaming out of it, apparently giving the Templars power.
RAVEN: "Signal."
ME: Now?
RAVEN: Yes. Now.
ME: You got it.
I envision green flame, and slam my staff into the ground as Raven teleports to the idol. A great pillar of fire rises from the ground, green as forest night. I see Raven snatch the idol, and she tosses it to a great Ork general, riding a wolf-bear. He catches it, and places it on a space on his chest armor. He suddenly morphs into a giant jade Ork, with his wolf-bear beside him. The jade Ork grabs Templars and tosses them into the sky as his wolf-bear tears through them, ripping them apart. Raven and I open a portal to the Templar Fortress. A major siege is already underway with thousands of troops.
We decide to infiltrate the Templar Fortress fron underneath, and destroy them from the inside out. Raven opens a portal to their underground. We morph into Templars again, and assassinate from the inside. When we make it to the top of the castle, the goblins and orks greet us. We cheer, and the dream fades to white.

I am in a large room, like a warehouse or gym, with a busty Black lady in her late 50's. She's a friend of mine, and is telling me something about the event we are attending. I am led to sit at a table with a tablecloth and centerpiece. A Black man in his 40's with some white in his hair seems to be vaguely hitting on me.
I am confused. What the hell is this? Some kind of speed dating? This guy is obviously deep in the closet, so why? WTF?
Maybe I can help him admit his gayness. Ah, fuck it. That's his own path.

I awake

Raven and I are out front of this little cottage she made for herself on the Moon in the Biodome. There is a garden out front with lots of magical plants. We sit on the ground, and make a magical cake in the air. Different plant parts come together, and we make a magical chocolate cake. We giggle and eat it with our hands as it hovers in front of us.

frag

I am making love in semidarkness to a beautiful woman with pale skin, and blue-black hair. Her eyes are violet.

***

A day later, I realize she is Eris, Goddess of Kaos.

in a house. trying to get out. can't get out w/o going through a bedroom.

in a house. trying to get out. can't get out w/o going through a bedroom.

I am screaming at the end of time. I am perched upon the Temple of nothing, a Griffin. I am laughing madly in shooting tentacles in every direction summoning dream Warriors to me. Raven and Mosh appear. Numbers are flying in and out of my body. The number god appears to me. He tells me to calm down. I tell him nothing matters everything matters 999999. 2012. 66665555E and E3333444888111.

I remember just a frag, an entity showing an image, saying the human race must become:



Upon waking, I realized the image is a mass of unborn tadpoles floating in outer space.

Jesus said, "You must become a child in order to enter the Kingdom of Heaven." Eggs are symbolic of rebirth. Tadpoles are symbolic of potential for change, or inevitable change. Umborn creatures are symbolic of pure innocence. Also all the eggs, all the bubbles are connected.

I could not finish this due to pain in my left wrist. I spend sometimes hours a day writing. I decided I must purchase an ergonomic keyboard, which I did. I recommend this to everyone. Also, bring your awareness to your body. Are you thirsty or hungry? Drink water, eat, use the bathroom. Are you hunching over? Sit up straight, yet balanced. Place your feet flat on the floor. Take a break, go outside and get some fresh air, then come back. Are you sitting up straight? How easily we lose physical awareness. How easily we lose dream awareness.

Learning Dream Skills in my Theta Mind

I am in a building with elaborate neoclassical architecture. I am on a high floor and there are English policemen saying I am going to get a ticket and go to jail for my outlandish behavior.

I see the Interdimensional Witch in the crowd smirking at me.

I realize I am dreaming. Surge. Calm down.

The policeman shoves the ticket at me, ordering me to sign it. "I don't have to sign shit. I am not going to jail. This is my dream." The police move to arrest me, but I just ignore them and laugh.

missing time

I am on a balcony now, with the same crowd, right outside the room I was in. It is night.

missing time.

I am back in the room, and I look up at the blue sky. I am going the fly the fuck out of here! Surge. Calm down. I float out to the balcony, and fly slowly, maintaining altitude over the scene below. I am at an Ivy League college. It is a bright summer day, and people are milling about on the grass below. I fly in a vertical position with my arms rigid. I wonder if I am doing this in waking life. I focus on my dream arms. They feel real. My arms are starting to get tired. I ignore the tiredness, and focus on flying. Smoothly, smoothly, good. I float down to the crowd.

I wonder what will happen if I spin like a tornado. I spin and turn into a red tornado blur like the Tasmanian Devil cartoon character, and teleport ten feet forward. I try it again. Awesome!

There is an extremely tall woman, like an Amazon, about seven or more feet tall, or about 2.4 meters. She has very long blond hair, and a long straight nose, high cheekbones, and a broad face. She looks Chinese and White. She is curvy and sexy. She pulls me to her as I fly by, and her boobs are in my face. I tilt my head up to kiss her, and wake up.

I woke up from this awesome dream, and used the bathroom. I lied back down, then remembered my dream. After remembering it, I realized I had forgotten it for a minute, then remembered it! This goes to show that Recall is the most important dream skill, and lucidity is not going to necessarily help us remember our dreams.
On another note, something unusual I have learned about myself is that I am more adept in Delta brainwave state, or that my recall for that state is above average. I do not have very good dream control in Theta. But, the same rules apply, except for some reason, I have to teach my Theta Dreaming Mind all the skills that my Delta Mind knows, from the ground up. This is why I am focusing on such simple skills as flying and teleporting. I used to always try to summon weapons, make portals, and shoot fireballs in Theta with little or halfway success. I have since learned that for some bizarre reason unknown to me, my Theta Mind must learn all the Dream Control skills from the ground up, starting with the basics such as flying and teleporting.
For some reason, I could never remember to spin in dreams. Spinning like a tornado instead of a little kid helps for me personally.

Fake Keiko

Keiko is this woman who I was dating for awhile. She is out of my life right now, and I am a little disappointed about that. She is from Japan.

I am talking to Keiko, and she is responding in her cute thick Japanese accent. It sounds like her, but this woman is a different person. Why are we at school? I am confused.

I wake up, and realize it was a dream, because Keiko looks nothing like the woman I was talking to in my dream. Later on, in waking life, I went to school. I was standing in line at Subway, and I heard a Japanese accent, a female voice standing next to me, which I ignored. It's unremarkable, plus direct eye contact with complete strangers may be considered rude in their culture. This woman was standing right next to me, and as I turned to go, we were staring each other in the face. My jaw must have dropped, because it was the woman who I had a dream of earlier that morning. Even standing in line I thought, "Her voice sounds like Keiko's, but I know Keiko would not be here."
I hung around outside to see if the woman was going to come out, thinking it might be significant, then I dismissed it as a real synchronicity, but simultaneously insignificant.

Bathroom Frag

I am cleaning up my roommate's piss on the toilet. Dirty fucker.

Funny thing is, I live alone, and have lived alone for a few months. In my dream my roommate was my neighbor in the next apartment over who I always hear piss fart and burp.

the Marley kids
guitar
living room
80's hip hop band
ocean boats
harbor
rising sea

These are fragments of a very long dream I had. The dream felt like it was about forty-five minutes.

I am on a luxury sea vessel, like a yacht maybe. I am inside, so I don't really pay attention to what kind of boat it is. I am in a room with Damian Marley, and some of his family. Damian is reclining on a chaise lounge, and we are all smoking ganja from a hookah. We talk about reggae, hip hop, live music, and vibrations.

"You, mon, I, mon. We all God. Our mind set free wit de herb. Everyting in de universe, all sound, all vibration, all creation come from the spoken word of Jah." When, he says, Jah, the whole room quavers.

***

I am on a sailboat on starboard lookout, aiding navigation through very shallow waters. The sea level has dropped, and many boats have been grounded on a large sandbar on the starboard side of the boat. This reminds me of the IntraCoastal Waterway in Florida.

***

I don't remember what the other notes were about. I got pain in my hands and wrists from typing too much. Get an ergonomic keyboard everyone!

I am in Chinatown. I am trying to park.

I am forced to drive on the sidewalk.

I park, and get out. A drunk white american guy is being an asshole.

Fucking Haole.

I sled down the street on an invisible sled.

Anger

I am eating a cheap lunch with a carpenter. He tells me he is charging me by the hour.

I am paying to eat with you? But, you wouldn't charge another carpenter!

True! he laughs with his mouth full of food. Asshole. I knock him off his chair, driving him against a bar counter, forcing my forearm into his throat.

"You going to rip me off? Fuck you. I only have $___ in the bank, you ass." He turns into my ex-friend, Deneb. Deneb looks slightly confused. "Fuck you. You're an asshole."

***

I wake up from the anger. It's 4:30 am. I go back to sleep, trying to WILD, but I fall asleep too quickly. (This happens to me every day. I need to get more sleep!) I don't WILD, but, I at least remember the tail end of my dream.)

Pain

I am in a large SUV or van with extended family. We are going to a family dinner. I see a graffiti artist's van. BLEST is on the side of the blue, black, and orange scheme. I realize it's the local tagger's van here in Hawaii. (My late cousin's DJ name was BLEST, and he got it from a tagger in Colorado uncannily.) The van swerves crazily, and loud dance music is blaring out of it. I don't feel like I am crying, but tears pour down my face. I can't help it. I want to be strong for my family... but,

I wake up.

I realize it was actually Bobby AKA DJ Sabertooth AKA Saber driving through my dreams, but because I was not lucid, I thought it was the other guy. I smile to myself, and look forward to seeing him in dreams again.

Radiation Dreams...

I am playing a game in a house where someone is radiation. I stand in the center of the house, and laugh maniacally imitating the man that is radiation. Four women scream, and run around in a circle through different rooms, then realize it's me doing the laughing.

***

The Russian Dreamhacker chick is giving me instructions... We are in a study in an old English house...