non-lucid

Still nothing special to tell about my recall, and I still haven't had the first lucid dream of 2012. I'm going to crank up the effort by having more consistent tries on WILDs. Meanwhile, the last dream from 2009 to enter in this journal.

Fear of Bodybuilders
Date: December 27th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was walking in what I thought was Helsinki, but it looked more like my hometown to be honest. Towards me there were these two guys walking, who looked like bodybuilders. I could have just gone by either side of them, but no, given that I was walking right in the middle of the sidewalk, I was stubborn and wouldn't budge - I was going to walk right between them.

You obviously already know that it isn't gonna end well. The right-sided guy, who had a moustache, had a wide, evil grin on his face as he grabbed me. I was fearing for my life, but the rational side of my mind also knew, that there would be no reason to kill me.

They pushed me around a bit before seemingly letting me go. But no, you don't think I would just walk away? No, I fuckin' flipped my finger at them! The guys were enraged and that seemed all the good enough reason for them to kill me. So I started running for my life, trusting that I can at least that well against those guys.

There was some kind of construction site next to me. The bodybuilders didn't waste time on chasing me, instead they just went there, picked up some tools and shit and started throwing it at me. Some were near misses, but I did get away unharmed.

Later I was in home and still terrified. I was afraid that the bodybuilders could somehow follow me there.

Couple of crap days again. Let's delve into a nightmare classic. One of the last dreams of 2009 I'm gonna write here.

Vicious Attack
Date: December 6th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was in the edge of our fields, and there was also my brother and his girlfriend. Some airplane flew over as and it's engine sounded weird. Dad came at the edge of the field, next to the forest wall towards us.

Nearby, there was a relatively big barn. Under the barn's roof there was a space, from which you could see inside the barn. In that space there were couple of guys.

You could hear from the heights, how the plane turned steeply. Someone shouted "Woo!" from the plane. My dad kept walking closer, but the guys in the barn were shouting at him for come to there.

Dad noticed that they were calling him, but he didn't react to it, rather walking to us. The plane landed on our field. It was odd that it could land there so effortlessly so near us. The plane was white, and through it went blue stripes. It was very wide and the rudder was weird.

Out from the plane came an old, disgusting looking old bald guy and three of (presumably) his sons. Oldest of them were around 20, the two others a bit younger. All of them were at least slightly fat. My brother was doing his boxing defense poses in front of our dad, which made me expect something of an aggressive encounter.

The old guy started talking about some piece of metal, with what my brother had apparently hit one of his boys. It seemed though that he was just using that as an excuse revenge some grudges he had for our dad. He had a knife in his hand, and it wasn't like a small carving knife, but a big, mean-looking meat-cutting knife. The boys were armed as well, with many kinds of blunt weapons.

"Why do you even exist?" The old guy attacked at us verbally. He started spouting some shit about agricultural law, that didn't even make any sense. Basically he insisted, that we were worthless human beings. Apprently dad had not done some thing he should have done, according to the law. What the fuck?

"If someone has broken the law, then you call the police", I intervened, and my argument was perfectly sensible. "You can't take the law on your own hands. It would result in an anarchy."

But it obviously did no help. This dream had already decided to escalate all the way. Somehow I got hold of the guys knife, and I fuckin thrusted it to the old guys side! I aimed for non-lethal spots (there's no self-defence in Finnish law - you kill a guy and you go to jail). I guess I should have gone for the kill, as the guy only got more enraged. I guess I'd get too if I had a knife in my side.

"I'm gonna kill you!" He raged. But instead of attacking me, he moved towards my dad. Somehow he got another knife and slashed at my dad with it. He only hit his arm, but that got over my threshold of horror, so I woke up.

Sheesh, I have had over a week's break from updating this. My momentum kind of got killed when my streak broke off. Still waiting for the first lucid of the year. They are going to have to come thick and fast soon or else I won't be having my best year.

Nonetheless, last night I actually had an okay recall. And as my own forum, where my dream journal is, is down, I can't even write any classics, so last night's dream it is then, paraphrasing it from memory.

Weird History Girl
Date: February 13th, 2012
Lucid: No

So I was at my home's yard and there was some party going on inside. There were some people outside as well though. I wasn't interested in the party apparently, so I sat down to the swing. All the sudden one girl, actually one of my former classmate from way back, sat next to me and started talking to me.

She didn't recognize me. She just thought to come to talk to me, cause I "looked nice", or something to that effect. I told her that she actually should recognize me and I guess I sort of tried to force her to remember, but she didn't remember, even with the hints I gave to her.

Somehow though I ended up in her car while she drived through the town. She seemed to be a bit poor driver and almost crashed a couple of times. She tried to explain that it was because she was not used to driving around there.

Finally she parked next to some street and started walking somewhere. I wasn't sure what I was doing there, so I contemplated a bit before following her.

She went into this building. The door of it was weird, like you had to transform into many times smaller size before you could fit in the door. I saw many people go through this process, including her. Somehow I explained to myself, that it was just an optical illusion. I went in behind her.

The building was some kind of mix between museum and library. Apparently there were some old texts you were allowed to read, and that was what she was after. She headed to some reading hall while I started wandering around.

I found some room I though I was familiar with. There was a stairway that led to nowhere, though I told myself, that if you'd jump off it's ledge you could latch onto something and get to some other space. I didn't try it though.

I headed back to the reading hall, but I had to go through stairs down. In those stairs I hit some button on the floor that triggered an alarm. There was some kind of guarding point with couple of guys right next to the place. Some mean-looking guy started moving and they all got alert due to the alarm.

I knew I set it off, but just stared the mean-looking guy in the eye and he ignored me, thinking that the alarm was set off by something else. Anyway, I had gotten of it and headed to the reading hall. There were some tables and few people in it. Next to the table where the classmate girl was was also another one of my former classmates, one guy.

I went to talk to the girl and asked what she was studying, as in studying in school. I don't remember if she had said to me in the car that or did I just figure that she must be studying something. Nonetheless she told me that she studies history. I said that I figured that isn't that obvious and that I wanted more specific answer. For some reason everybody, including me, thought that that was like the best joke ever, at least judging from the amount of laughter.

I don't remember what she answered, but the dream pretty much ended there anyway.

I have surpassed my recall streak. I've recalled something on 29 days straight. Yay me. To be honest, I guess that's pretty pathetic record for someone in this for over three years. But it is what it is, and I gotta be happy and keep extending it. For LDs the barren streak still extends to 43 days. I've had over two months without a lucid, so it's not record, but with this decent recall I'd expect better from myself.

In terms of my past dreams we are going to October 2009. I guess I had already peaked after the first excitement of the 9 months prior and started to coast a bit, so my results were going down. Still, I had more success than now. Non-lucid this time though.

Everybody Knows You're Lost
Date: October 2nd, 2008
Lucid: No

I was at my home, in the living room. I was just chilling out before the windows started moving. It was really odd. I ended up looking outside the window and following some girls with my eyes. Then the dream transitioned so that I was now looking outside a bus' window to those same girls. Then I transitioned again, this time in the front of the small bus, alongside the driver who I knew. We started a conversation about cars.

I: "They don't make good cars any more"
Him: "What do you mean?"
I: "Well you know... For example, they don't start in the winter etc."
Him: "Oh yeah..."
I: "And all those microchips etc. so there's so many places that can fail."
Him: "Yeah but if they're not in use then it isn't a problem."

Surprisingly sane conversation. He, I mean the driver, was really hitting the throttle despite the fact that the bus was now in some kind of city centre. He said that he drove 100 km/h and I looked at the speedometer and it confirmed that. Pretty insane guy. There was some hill where the I felt the speed in my stomach. The driver steered into some parking hall, still at least a hundred in speedometer and then just stopped like he hit the wall - despite not hitting one. All the other people got off the bus like nothing had happened.

There was my old PE teacher and the other people went along with him. I started wondering what the hell I was doing in this bus anyway. I didn't reach conclusion, instead I just decided that going along with him wasn't it. I guess the bus wasn't going anywhere any more, as I went outside. By now the surroundings had changed and it seemed like some kind of construction site. My brother / my friend Henri emerged from somewhere - it seemed to change from moment to moment, which one it was.

I didn't have any idea, where I was, but I didn't want to admit that to my brother / Henri. There was some... what do you call those spots where's map of the city on a big board? Anyway, there was one of those and I walked up to it to figure out where I was, only to be disappointed. There wasn't any map, just an empty space.

All the sudden clown popped out of somewhere. A fuckin' clown! Well, I wasn't stingy about whom I ask for direction, as long as Henri / my brother won't know I am lost. So I walked up to the clown to ask for directions. Henri came behind me and asked: "LOL, is that your superior ?" (as in a job)
"No", I stuttered, "I was just about to kick him in the nuts."

It was weird line to say, I guess I was trying to be funny. We have a weird sense of humor, but that's just messed up thing to say. Anyway, you don't fuck around with clowns as he first kicked my ankle and then smashed his fist right in my face. I was down for the count and my brother / Henri walked me far from the clown.

It seemed like every time when the other side was nice, it was my brother, and every time he was mean, it was Henri. Makes sense.

I wanted to get back at the clown. Partly to revenge, partly to explain that it was just a joke and that I wasn't really going to kick him, and partly to finally ask him directions. Jesus Christ, just admit you're lost, haven't you endured enough trouble already? I was also thinking about pressing charges against the clown, as he had just beaten me up without me doing anything. My brother managed to talk me out of going at the clown again.

All the sudden we turned right next to my former school. I figured I was in the place I was looking for, so I forgot about the clown and didn't care to meet him again. My brother thought that I finally came to my senses and realized that I couldn't beat the clown.

Then the dream transitioned again and this time I was at my home again. My mom asked me whether I reached anyone. I guess I was to meet some people in the school, or something like that. Then the dream ended.

I've been a little lazy this past couple of days and have not been writing here. My recall is still slightly improving. God, I just wish my dry spell would end. I still need to try harder. Last night though I got decent recall, so here's the dream.

Chillin' In Korea
Date: January 28th, 2012
Lucid: No

I was just walking around in some bustling little asian town, that I just again "knew" was Korea. North or South, I didn't even wonder about that. I was walking around, watching the people going past me, looking at the buildings, just chilling out and feeling good. In fact, I felt like I could move to live in there.

All the sudden this orange truck stops beside me. Somehow I knew that it was Chinese. There were some soldiers and they asked me to get on board. I decided that why not, even if I felt a bit threatened and wondered if I have something to worry about.

In the truck's... what's the word? Let's just say "space in the back", anyway in there was some guy they were holding as prisoner. He was beaten and tortured. I noticed that once of my old army buddies was one of the three soldiers doing the dirty deed and one of them were my sister's boyfriend. Neither of them are really asian and they were just themselves in the dream as well, but for some reason Chinese soldiers as well.

So anyway I was angry about this man being tortured, but they just said that it wasn't against the law and it is what it is. Crazy shit law. I got really angry and in my mind I just rationalized "Well, if beating up a guy into a near death isn't illegal, then killing you isn't illegal either." Somehow I got an assault rifle on my hands and killed all of the soldiers.

At that point the truck was stopped in the middle of the woods, so I was in a perfect spot to get away with my murders. I grabbed the tortured guy on my shoulder and started running away. Most of the time it felt like the other guy weighted nothing, and finally the dream transitioned so that the guy was running along with me.

The environment had also transitioned. It looked like standard Finnish countryside. Some woods, some fields, house and barn here and there. We went across someone's yard and while the other guy got through unnoticed, some old woman spotted me. I tried to squirm my way out of it, but she wouldn't have it. I don't know what she could have done though, so why I just didn't leave? Anyway, the other guy saved me by saying something smooth and in the end we were welcomed inside their house.

We didn't stay for long, as we still had to continue fleeing from the authorities, who will surely eventually find the bodies and start tracking us down.

When that happens though, I'll be already awake.

Finally some more recall - At some point this DJ will be all current dreams, but for now well still keep at times returning to my most classic dreams. Today though I'll go through the last night's dream. This is pretty unsanitary and has a lot of shit in it, so if that offends you don't read along. I wonder what it tells about my subconscious that I have such dreams.

Unsanitary Airport Bathroom Search
Date: January 22th, 2012
Lucid: No.

I was in an airplane, and I needed to get into a bathroom. Some butler-type guy with a neat uniform directed me to corridor to the left. That's obviously not possible in a plane so I just smoothly transitioned into what seemed like an airport terminal. There were some stalls all around the terminal were people were selling some stuff to the tourists.

A guide who looked like Mansa Musa from Civilization IV tried to lead me to a bathroom. He was really friendly and I immediately developed trust towards him. His name, as I found out later, was Navi. He said that there was a bathroom behind a stall that had turkish flag in it.

Well we went there and it turned out there wasn't any bathrooms. Darn. We ended up working with some other black dude in some kind of... Well, it seemed like our barn with it's concrete floor and wooden walls, but also it seemed like some sort of sewer. So there I was indeed just working. We were along some pipe that was spurting water full of... erm.. excrement. I had my hands full of shit due doing such dirty work. I accidentally stained the unknown worker's shirt with my shitty hands. He didn't seem to mind at first, but as I apologized he noticed the stains and seemed to get a bit upset. He splashed some shit on my face from his fingers. What was really weird that I wasn't really all that disgusted.

Dream transitioned again and this time I was wandering the city streets. I still remembered being in the airport and all that kinds of things and thought I was in some African country. Oddly enough the streets were full of white people who seemed really well off anyway. The city looked like a standard Finnish city anyway. I thought I was behind my group, or something and I ran. I ran until I saw the back of one guy I sort of knew ten years ago. I presumed it was him and at first thought that I was chasing him.

Then I got confused. He couldn't have been a part of the group I belong to. I ended up just walking behind him with no destination and with him not noticing me.

Dream transitioned again and the landscape started to look more like Finland. Land was wintery and full of snow and now I was walking along the road alone. There were woods alongside both sides of the road. I felt tired all the sudden, and some voice inside my head said that falling behind was one of the main reasons that people die in the army. Not much logic in that ending, but whatever.

I'm only few days away from "perfect" recall for a whole month - first time in my three-year career as a lucid dreamer. Perfect, as in I've remembered something for every night/day for a month (my sleeping times have varied). That said, overall I haven't recalled that much. Last night I recalled only a short fragment. Barren streak still continues lucid-wise. 35 days since last lucid now. Let's do another shorty from the the past:

Hostage of Vladimir Putin
Date: September 17th, 2009
Lucid: No

This was a scary and very real-like nightmare. I was in some kind of school and all the sudden Vladimir Putin walks in with some agents. We were taken as hostage. Putin said, that he'll ask each of us a question, and if the answer doesn't please him... bullet into the head. Putin pointed his gun at me couple of times, but didn't ask a question. I remember how my sweat was dripping and how I was terrified. There was a very real fear of death. There was some agent, apparently american or of other enemy of Russia, next to me. Putin asked him that why would he risk his life as there was no chance that he could influence the power struggle between the big countries.

Luckily this dream wasn't very long. The agent next to me didn't even answer, before the pressure got too much for me and I woke up. Not much of reading perhaps once again, but that dream left a permanent mark into my mind.

Last night's recall... Meh, at least I took notes. Still not much stuff. Let's go back to the past again - it's always funny to notice how your dreams haven't really changed that much and finding connecting themes between your current and three years ago dreamed dreams. Still, I'm so tired that I'm going to do a super short one.

Voice in the Darkness
Date: August 28th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was going outside. It was a winter night and it was very dark outside. Weird that the seasons are so often not consistent in dreams - I mean that this was dreamed in August, yet it was the darkest time of the winter in the dream.

Only light-source outside was the light that came from the inside. As the door closed before me, darkness engulfed me. I was alone in the darkness. I felt distressed. Voice from the dark said: "Well well, Jakro came out." It had an evil tone and I got terrified.

Something grabbed me and started dragging me away. I started screaming as hard as I can, hoping that someone would hear me and come to help. The voice just told me to shut up. I still didn't see anything.

My own screams woke me up in the bed. I wrote to my dream journal that "I had planned to try a FILD if I wake up in the night, but I was too terrified to do it."

Simple, yet intense dream. I had some serious emotional problems back then. Well, I guess I still have.

I've forgotten to write this couple past days, as I'm going to sleep a bit sporadically. I have barely mantained my recall streak, which now streches to 17 days. I have one long dream from the past picked to write here next, but as I am tired and want to get to bed asap, I'm going to share the short dream I had last night.

Toilet Paper
Date: January 17th, 2012
Lucid: No

I was hanging out with one of my former buddies. He isn't my buddy any more, in fact I hate him these days, but for some reason I was following him around as we walked all over the place. He had a bicycle and I walked along. We came to the center of my home village (it's a really small place, just a church, shop, bank and the post office). One of my former classmates from high school (which ended for me back in 2007) was walking away from the bus stop, as if he had been to school and just got back with the bus. There have been tons of dreams I've had where I've been back in high school despite it ending nearly five years ago. Again this made me think whether I missed the school. Then I remember thinking that it was supposed to be some holiday, but apparently it wasn't.

Anyway I walked past my classmate and kind of felt badass for skipping school. My ex-buddy continued downhill away from the center of the village and I was following him despite not knowing where the hell we were going. He had said to me something before we continued, but I don't remember what it was.

All the sudden some guy with a powerful motorcycle sped past me, just avoiding hitting me. Then he leaned as close to the ground as possible and sliced the bicycle from beneath my ex-buddy. I just watched how the bicycle got smashed and wasn't worried about my ex-buddy - it was a very clean hit, and as it turned out, the guy did it on purpose. Such stunts wouldn't be possible in real life, obviously.

I didn't know the guy with the motorcycle. After making my ex-buddy fall off his bicycle he stopped and came to talk to us. I asked why he did that. Apparently my asshole ex-buddy had taken some of his money or something. Then I had the urge to compliment him for the nice skills he had with the motorcycle, but for some reason I didn't say anything. I guess I was a bit intimidated of him. He seemed a cool, if a bit simple guy.

All the sudden he had some toilet paper rolls in his hands. He throw three of them for me and seemed to gesture like they were the reward. For what? I hadn't done anything. Besides, some reward. Then again, you always need toilet paper. Meanwhile some people had gathered all over the place. Everybody was looking at me with my hands full of toilet paper. I asked if I should juggle with them jokingly, but nobody got the joke, instead I got a serious answer "no."

I accidentally dropped one of the rolls. I tried to look for it in the ground, but I guess the dream was a bit unclear as I didn't find it. I also felt silly for looking for some toilet paper, so I just let go.

Some time passed and something happened. People started moving on. I noticed my muscles being stiff and all and said that "all this standing made me stiff". I soon added "I guess it still beats just sitting down all day". There was some girls in the background. For some reason I seemed to care about what they thought about what I said and wondered about it.

That's about it. That's nothing special really, but just nice to have something more recent here once in a while.

Recall is showing signs of improvement. I'm also still biphasic, though my sleeping times are shifting a bit - I'm not actively mantaining it, but for some reason I can't seem to sleep more than four hours at a time. Time-wise that's actually good, as I need only 6-7 hours of sleep this way instead of the 9-10 I normally sleep. Anyway I don't have anything particularly good to tell you at this point, so I'll share this quick dream from 2009 again:

America's Next Top Model
Date: August 11th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was a competitor in the show, and in fact, I had made it to the last three. I am a guy though. Pretty inconceivable even with my long golden hair and angelic face.

Most of the show was just sitting in the sofa for me. Instead of the standard elimination I was just handed a letter that I had been eliminated. Well that sucks. In the letter Tyra tried to console me by saying that I am a "teen". I was 21 at the time... That said, it appeared that the word had a different meaning for her. Judging by the rest of the letter she meant more like stubborn and she was happy that I had been like that.

Then the dream cut to much later. I was in home and watching the show I was in. Some of the judges were saying that I have awfully thick lips. C'mon, they're not that thick. Besides, wouldn't that be a good thing? Then the screen cut to an edited version of a picture of me where the lips had been photoshopped even thicker! Come on! Then other judge said that "such a pervert couldn't even win the competition". Well yeah, I'm a pervert, but how would they know it? Does thick lips mean pervert?

All in all a total brainfuck of a dream.

Last night's recall was again very poor. I remember only a fragment. At least I'm still keeping the "recalled something" streak. Here's a short dream from the past:

Bruce Willis, Sergio Busquets & Me
Date: June 30th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was in some kind of running competition with Bruce Willis and Sergio Busquets. Everybody knows who Willis is, but in case you don't know Busquets, well, he is a footballer playing for FC Barcelona. There were other competitors as well, but us three were by far in front of the others. Busquets started creating a gap to us, which makes sense, you'd think professional footballer can outrun a recreational footballer and an old actor. But when Willis tried to overtake me, I had had enough! We started really gritting our teeth and taking everything our muscles gave us.

In the end the race escalated to Willis somehow summoning a car for himself. God damn! That's cheating! Luckily I managed to summon some help as well - soon I found myself chasing Willis with a motorcycle. Bruce wasn't much of a driver, as he crashed into the woods in a turn. I started just watching the crash amazed and because I didn't keep my eyes on the road, I crashed into a rock! I went over the motorcycle and smashed into the same bush as Bruce.

We just looked at each other and started laughing. I'm glad we at least found the comedy of it.

I finally had enough recall to write about last night & day - that's right, it seems that my sleeping pattern has organically turned into biphasic. I don't mind, I've always been drawn to that kind of sleeping. I used to try polyphasing heavily back some time ago, but that didn't really succeed. Anyway, I'm still not fully satisfied with my recall. I remembered a lot, but for the most part it was just fragments. I'm going to write here the longest fragment.

Shootin' Cops
Date: January 10th, 2012
Lucid: No

I don't think I was in my own body in this dream, it was more like being in some charismatic dude's body. I don't know what I was searching, but I opened some kind of coffin and it tilted towards me, so that some stuff got all over me. It caused weird, tingling sensation in my body.

Then I transformed to our house's kitchen. There was some woman there. I told her about my sensations. She said that she needs to do something to me. She used an odd word that I didn't understand, so I can't exactly tell what she said. I feel that there was something supernatural going on there, like I've gotten some kind of curse over me from the coffin and she had to remove it.

She took my hand gently and held it and we had a beautiful, silent moment there. But it had to be ruined, obviously. The cops arrived to the house with their lights on and sirens howling.

Oh shit. My alter ego knew that he was in trouble. He stayed calm and picked up the lady. I was thinking like I was creating a plot twist, that "they must keep touching, or else whatever the woman was doing won't work." So on some level, I knew it wasn't real, but my brains wouldn't tell me what it was and I wasn't smart enough to realize it's a dream.

So now I was there carrying in the woman with my masculine alter ego body. I went to the back of the house and jumped out of the window with her, thinking that we'd could get away.

Not gonna happen. For some reason couple of police were laying on their backs in the backyard and got up immediately after I jumped down. They started firing at me. Brutal, they'll just fire at me despite me carrying an innocent civilian? Anyway I get a pistol from somewhere and start firing back. To my surprise I hit, and then I remember like I've read, that this guy is an excellent shooter. So it's a book now? Mkay...

After killing the first two cops the rest of them run behind me and keep firing towards me. Dream started fading, but I still remember that I wasn't hitting them anymore when the dream ended. I remember being frustrated, but not really scared - I still knew that it was something not real.

Same story as past few days, recall stays pretty poor, but so does my general imsomnia. Anyway, here's another "classic" dream, or more like "WTF?" dream. Short one because I'm feeling lazy.

Wardrobe Malfunction Times Ten
Date: June 10th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was sitting at my computer, as usual and my little sister was watching Disney Channel, as usual as well. Some kind of concert was starting. Miley Cyrus and some other girl were performing. Ryan Seacrest was the host. Ryan got really excited for some reason and started screaming and shouting in excitement. Even my sister was amazed how he shouted.

Then Miley and the other girl comes into the pictures and I'm astounded. She had only some black, too small bikini on and they were somehow wrong - the nipples were showing. I guess it could have been erotic, but I was too confused by the sight to even think anything like that. WTF? How could anything like that happen?

Something happened and the Miley had changed her clothes - this time to a white, beautiful princess dress. Except that the dress had no top, her breasts were completely exposed this time. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Now the real worrying thing here is that I saw a dream that had Miley Cyrus and Ryan Seacrest in it. Disturbing times...

Again, recall was poor and only fragments, but I'm actually considering that kind of good - I only slept five hours, so remembering anything is pretty good after all. Tonight I'll go through one of my favorite dreams ever.

Gang Wars II: The Infiltration
Date: May 15th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was near one local place, basically equivalent of community center. I was one a backseat of a Mercedes as the car drifted past the community center. There's a school next to it and I was to infiltrate that area. Yeah, I was some kind of agent or something. My hometown was in some kind of gang warfare, that was what I intuitively "knew" about the situation It was dusk, I guess, since it was a bit dark.

There was some guy patrolling in front of the building. He had a pistol on his hand. He looked the Mercedes and seemed suspicious, but let it pass. The Mercedes turned to rowhouses that were next to the building, with some trees and field between them to block the sight.


I jumped out of the car and started moving within the thin trees and then over the field. My mission was to contact a mole that was working undercover in the ranks of the enemy gang, or something like that. When I arrived to the place, there was some other buildings beneath the community center that really aren't there,
but the area was a bit different anyway in the dream. I peeked around the corner of one of the buildings and saw some maintenance guy. I was about to shoot the guy with my silenced pistol, but then I realized that the place was crawling with guards.

The guards in general were youngish guys, where as maintenance guys - who were also everywhere - were basic, middle-aged men, just what you would expect. But what the hell could take so much maintenance?

I wasn't feeling very patient, so I hoped that darkness would cloak my movements as I sprinted out to the sight. I tried to make it between other buildings in the other side. For some reason it seemed like there was more light all the sudden and I was obviously seen. Fuck. Not quite as smooth as James Bond.

I realized that men behind me had certainly seen me already, so I was in a hurry. I continued running and ran into a guard that emerged from between the buildings. Instead of defending himself, the guy lifted his radio to call out the alarm. I shot him. Admirable (or stupid) to sacrifice your own life just to let others know that there is somebody uninvited in. Especially since I was already seen.

I continued my running from between the buildings. Now I had no destination - I was just running somewhere for the sake of running away. This time I met two guards at the same time! I shot one of the guys as I was running towards them. Instead of shooting me, the other guy picked up his buddy's pistol and extended his arm to give it to me. Now I can shoot with two pistols, I thought! I realized that this must be the guy I was looking for. Nice luck.

My mission was to contact him and probably to tell others as well what he said. Well I forgot it, so I guess that's mission failed. Anyway, I still had to get out of there alive.

I continued running and actually the next place I remember is in reality over a mile away from the community center, but I guess in the dream it was closer. I was running on the road by our neighbors and there was some tall guy on their yard - and of course some other gang members as well.

I raised the gun that I had gotten in the enemy's base and pulled the trigger. Click. What? There's no ammo in their guns? What the fuck? I think we are going to win this gang war. Anyway, my original pistol was still working, but my shots were scattering all over creation. There's a downhill after the house and I disappeared down it, from my enemy's perspective. Soon the tall guy ran behind me. He was at the top of the hill and pulled out a sawed-off shotgun. He started screaming after me:
"I'll take care of you! Like I did last time!"

So apparently this is a sequel. Shame that I didn't see the original, I guess it was awesome.

The guy started shooting at me. Instead of staying with my back to him and protecting the back of my head, I kept looking over my shoulder at him and then somehow put my hands in the x-shape in front of my face to protect it from the shots. Some shots still went through and hit my forehead, but they didn't cause serious damage. I didn't experience any pain. I saw myself from outside of me, like in a movie, and noticed that lines of blood were pouring down my face from the wounds the shots caused.

Dream started to fade, but it was near it's logical conclusion anyway. I didn't stay to fight the tall guy, instead I ran home and got away with it.

I've actually not yet gone to bed tonight. Or more like "tonight". It's already morning. So let's delve into another classic. This is a short one mainly because I'm lazy. The Formula One fans here will enjoy this one. I can imagine that there's like two of you in whole Dreamviews.

Michael Schumacher Formula One Showdown
Date: April 16th 2009
Lucid: No

So I was watching Formula One on tv. Schumacher, who at the time of the dream was retired, had made a comeback to the races (as he later did irl). Barrichello was his team-mate as had been in the real-life as well. Schumacher went to the pits and there was some trouble, but they managed to deal with it and get him back on the track.

Just as Schumacher exited the pits, Barrichello smashed right into him! Schumacher's car didn't seem that damaged, but Barrichello's car was obliterated. Despite Schumacher's car being seemingly okay to go on, he parked to the trackside. Instead he jumped out of the cockpit and headed straight towards Barrichello.

It seemed like Schumacher would go to console his team-mate, but instead he grabbed Barrichello, ripped him out of his cockpit and started beating the hell out of him!

That's it. Amazing scenes. It was amusing to me when I woke up and it still is.