memorable

I feel like I dreamt for 20 hours last night.

I'll skip past all that right to the lucid bit.

I was at a super fancy restaurant where two famous actresses were about to eat. I sat myself and some friend with me right at their spot. They joined us, and slowly the table began to fill with all my friends and they were gone. I was talking to them when this weird purple filter came over my vision. I turned to talk to vic next to me, but when he responded our bodies didn't move, it was a conversation between our souls. I was astral projecting within a dream. I freaked out and snapped back in my body and explained to my friends what was possible, still thinking I was in reality. The restaurant had an open wall to the sidewalk, so I walked out to the road and lay down, wanting to show them a car drive right through me. However, I wasn't sure if I was projecting or in my real body so I chickened out and lay next to where the cars drove. This was a hyperrealistic moment, when an SUV passed me and all my survival instincts kicked in, I was hyper present for that moment and it felt like reality.

I went back to the table, and I guess I realized I was dreaming because I just assumed control. I changed the restaurant into a private jet by snapping my fingers. There were still some tables of people left over that were right in the aisle when I made the change, so I just shoved them out and dissapeared them as well. Now it was just my friends and me on the plane, and a weird gangster in the back. He looked like a young 50 cent and tried to make a sexual advance on me, then told me he would kill me. right in front of everyone.

"There are always guys like this in my dreams. I guess it's the part of my brain that I can't turn off that makes me think every girl in real life is hitting on me." Good self-diagnosis sleep-me. I send that character to the front of the plane and curse him to stay in that position.

We have a long chat on the plane when I suddenly get a text from this girl that I've been holding out on IRL, and my control snapped away. She started sending me pics of her in an orgy, covered in lovers, to get back at me for not replying to her texts and make me jealous. I felt such a weird betrayal , she just kept sending these pics one after another. Then my alarm went off.

I have a date with this girl today and my dreams have left me with some fucked images of her.... life is so strange.

Last night, in my dream, I pursued the girl I loved and grew to become a man.

I found myself outside of a classic American diner, which was situated at the very edge of a tall cliff. It was in such a way that the windowed wall opposite the counter was flush with the cliffside, like an extension of the geography. Across from the cliff was an even higher one, which was covered completely in ivy, giving the view a beautiful green backdrop. I had vague memories of that fact that I had fought my way here, and was very ready to take a rest. The food here was not at all that of a classic American diner, but was actually sushi style haute cuisine. The chef was an accomplished monk, and he cooked alone. I ordered a meal, and it was surprisingly simple yet refined. First came a course of small tofu cubes, made of many layers of different coloured tofu which had been marinated and simmered in the essence of duck, raspberry, and brown sugar. They were extremely tasty. The next item was cubed chicken, also the same size of roughly a raspberry. The chicken was so delicious and tender, and there was a whole bowl of it instead of one piece which went against traditional high-end cooking. After eating these and a few more courses. I had arrived at the exact perfect amount of full.

While I was eating, a group of girls had shuffled in and taken a seat. I found one of them in particular to be very beautiful, and she had a certain spark in her eye that told me she was special. I finished my meal, thanked the chef, and with no reason to loiter, ordered another meal. The chef seemed uncomfortable, knowing I would end up too full and would not enjoy each bite now that I was not hungry. He also explained that there was no other food, just the one set of courses that he had perfected. I said perfect! He began to cook, and I ate the chicken while often looking over at her across the place. When I finished my second mean, I saw the girls were almost done, so I lazily floated out of the window and hovered above the deep canyon, legs crossed, meditating. I felt a complete satisfaction with the meal, and with my ability to float effortlessly, but a strong yearning to talk to this girl held me back from concentration. I floated once again into the restaurant and found the girls gone except for her. She was in the booth across from the stool I had been eating at and was with the chef, who I realised was her father. I knew if I was to win her over I must achieve monk status even beyond her father. I could already fly, but I knew that was nothing.

Soon, I began to talk to her. I sat lazily with my head resting on my arms and started asking her questions. She thought I was too old for her when of course I am actually much younger than everyone thinks I am. I could tell she had some measure of interest in me by the conversation, but she was still at unease as I was simply a stranger in her father's restaurant.

Then, the moment of reckoning came. The goons that I had fought to get here, a villainous bunch who wore spiked leather and rode motorcycles, came from far down the cliff's edge looking to cause trouble. They knew there would be lots of money here, in a place with such expensive and rare cuisine. They approached the restaurant and got to about 50 feet down the cliffside, just across a wooden bridge that gapped a large crack in the cliff wall. It allowed for a pointed defence, and so I swiftly headed to cut them off on the near side of the bridge. They laughed in my face, pulled their guns, and shot me in the chest. Before I went down I managed to strangle one of them to death through manipulation of the force. My body gave way, and I fell off the bridge and down down down into the abyss off the cliff's edge. I felt the crack of the impact and then opened my eyes, standing once again atop the bridge. The villains were stunned. How had I materialised? Immediately I knew the answer to that impossible question. In my fall down the cliffside, I had achieved a full-fledged monk mind through my understanding of death and my yearning to be with her. When I died, my spirit left my body and I guided it into the body of the man I had killed on the bridge. The moment I inhabited him, my energy rearranged every molecule in his body to fit the shell that I had grown so accustomed to, down to the white robes I had been wearing.

This was what true power felt like.

I removed the rest of the bikers from the situation and returned to the restaurant, but she was gone. The chef was there, but he eyed me with an uneasy gaze, thinking me to be a practitioner of the dark arts and not an enlightened one like himself. Surely he had sent her away for her own protection.
Soon enough, I discovered the truth of the situation. She and her friends had been trained as warrior priestesses by her father, and they had returned down the same path the bikers had just come down. I went to meet them, and see what their intention was. It was to kill. So I stood there, and I let them cast me from the cliff. The impact with the cavern floor was great, and then I was on top of the bridge again, unmoved and unchanged. I was smiling, right at her. This was just a joke to me, a light-hearted act all put together for her entertainment. I could see her start to understand. Her friend threw me again, and once more I returned. With each reincarnation, I became more lighthearted to the situation, while their concern and fear rose. But I showed them no aggression. I looked at her, deep into her, and hoped she understood I was not the enemy. Then I flew away.

My dream continued for several hours. I returned to where the bikers had come from and fought many people, training to be stronger and gaining new abilities. I took down a helicopter mid-flight and learned how to teleport. It was a fun dream but also a dangerous and stressful one at times, as I never reached lucidity.

After some time, out of the corner of my eye, I realised one of my battles had taken me back to the diner. I went to the same spot across the bridge, and lo and behold the girl and her friends were walking up the cliffside, come to eat. I stood there, hovering an inch off the ground, and waited for her to see me. When she did, I saw a recognition and understanding in her eyes. She had changed. She turned from her friends when they reached me, walked to the edge of the cliff side, and fell off. In an instant, she stood before me.

I floated up to her, both of us smiling and full of pride.

"I figured it out, dummy"

"I know"

We kissed.



I spent a long time with her for the remainder of the dream. We talked about our lives and our adventures, and at one lull in the conversation, I forgot about it all and my dream shifted back to the battles and leather men. Soon enough I woke up.

Good morning.

In my dreams last night, my mind crafted for me a perfect tragedy. I will recite it now.

It begins with a simple thing. I am going to university, and it is my first day on campus. I am moving into my new dorm room. It's on the ground floor of a nice building I've never seen before, but as I'm bringing my bags in I realise that I am on a floor that is filled to the brim with pretty ghetto dudes, like my childhood neighbourhood. I have no problem with it as long as I stay unharmed. I get my bags and head to my room, not sure of what to expect. On the way down the hall, however, one guy starts paging me, asking me to give him my knife. This is because before going to bed I was thinking about the rap battle on Hollywood boulevard I had when that guy asked for my sunglasses.

I gave him the knife so he'd leave me alone and went about unpacking. The first day we had off, so I went to the movies. The theatre was full of people playing this iPhone app that was all about sex and crime and loaning money and making money. I'd never seen it before but it was like the next Pokemon go. Just as the movie started, some hoodlums went backstage and started screwing around with the operation, so they shut the movie off. I was hitting on the mum next to me but she had her sons with her and she had to keep it tame. After 5 minutes I just gave up on the film and left. I was going back to my room when I realised something. This app was more than a game, it used real world money and pretty much encouraged actual crimes to take place to offset the virtual ones made. As I walked down the hall the guy who took my pocket knife was begging another guy for a 3% loan. The dude shook him off, so he started following me along with another dude. They started yelling about how hard their fathers worked to get the money for them to attend this school. They told me to give them my easy money. I told them to kindly fuck off and make their own. They grabbed me and pulled knives. Somehow, in slow motion, I grabbed my knife from the guy then grabbed the other one, and stabbed them both to death while they held me tight. The knives moved in and out easily, and their grips slowly faded as they fell to the floor. What the fuck. I'm so fucked. I just killed two guys. I go to my room and call campus police, tell them I was being mugged and had to kill them. "Sounds like a likely story, two young black men attack you and you defend yourself, eh? You sure that's what happened there, son?" Fuck that guy. I'm no racist and I'm not about to go down for it. I flag down the officers he calls in, explain it to them every step of the way, and get the fuck out of there.

Then the story changes. Somewhere along the road after that incident, I bumped into Anna Kendrick. I saw her in a movie last night and was thinking about her a lot before bed, and here she was. I thought she'd be a huge diva in person, but this version of her was just so sweet and amazing. Like a movie character. And suddenly it was my life. I pulled off some grandiose romancing and managed to get the girl. She and I fit together like two peas in a pod, but more than anything she was just so beautiful I couldn't look away. After some time, we retired to my room. Passionately kissing her, we slowly disrobed, and I entered her.

And then I went soft.

For a man, this is pretty much one of the worst things that can happen. The anxiety that it causes pretty much secures the fact that you will not be recovering from this. She starts to blame herself, stating she isn't pretty enough, she isn't doing the right thing. I am just losing my mind. I'm still kissing her all over and generally enjoying having this absolute unicorn in my arms but I can also feel everything falling apart. We try and try, and we go to a hot tub and we try in there. Nothing. Finally, I say that I'll take the old man pill, and I know I have a couple left from when I did ecstasy and my guy gave me some as a 'backup'. I pull it out, pop one, and now I know we need to kill 30 minutes. A man comes from out of nowhere asking what I just did to the water, I try to explain it was a medication that I took but he thinks I poisoned the water, so we get out. We have lots of time anyway.

As soon as we get out of the hot tub, with the timing of a Shakespearean death, everything changes. Out of absolutely nowhere comes Javier Bardem. Before he speaks I know that something massive is about to happen and I can already feel the heartbreak. He approaches me as if he knows me. As if everybody knows me. I nod back to him, and he smiles. "Mr Bingus. Your work here has become most groundbreaking, and it has not been ignored by those in power. I have a proposition for you."

I know this feeling in my gut. Anna has her arm around me. She is shaken, confused, she just wants to go back to my room and feel loved, like it isn't her fault. I owe her this so much. I think to myself VERY clearly,
"No matter what he says, ignore it and go back with her. She is what matters. I am self-aware of this right now, and I will not allow this turn to ruin everything when I am so close to happiness."

Javier goes on to outline what it is he's offering me.
He tells me it will pay 2 million dollars.
Anna is very rich and money is no reason to leave her.
He explains that I will have a leading role in this.
Anna is my leading lady, I will be fine with just her.
He tells me there is a new research project opening up across the country, where all of the bright young minds in the nation are gathered together, living under one roof. And this is where I am to go.
It couldn't hurt to see what he's talking about. It sounds boring, and it might impress her. I agree to go see this place.

When we get there, it is basically everything I was not expecting. The first thing we see as we enter a classic old ratty residence is a room full of kids my age, all hanging out and playing music, exchanging scientific ideas. The ultimate creative session. Something I've never had. We walk further down the hallway and see art on the walls from the students. Very cool, I think. Then, at the end of the hall, I hear a familiar voice. And the voice pops its head around the doorframe. It's Anna. Anna M, from my actual life. The prettiest girl I know. She smiles, excited, and pulls me into the room.

"Check it out!"
"You're living here too?" I ask. I look around the room and Jessica is here too. And I can see other girls bags.
"Yep! And we're all rooming together. We're the film kids of this operation, and we're going to make a documentary about the amazing things that will happen here. And you've been chosen to direct it. We're your crew!" She gives me a big smile.

She hasn't seen Anna Kendrick yet. She's being very warm with me. I think to myself, how could this possibly get any better. A room of beautiful girls who will work under me, a whole community of the best of my generation. Against one girl. Then, as if god wanted to rub it further in my face, I look outside. Mustangs. Scooby vans. VW campers. It's the fucking 70's. This fucking town, for some reason, is still the 70's. That is why everything is so old here, the clothes so cool and the dorms so old school.
I look back at Anna Kendrick, who's in the room now, giving me this look like "Am I still worth it?" Her soul is being crushed. I am at such an extreme level of elation that I say the worst thing I've ever said to somebody.

"You know Anna when he came to the school to see me, I thought to myself, 'How could he possibly offer me something that would make me want to leave you?' Well, It's the 70s out there." I climbed out the window, jumped down to the road, and started checking out the cars. I want to start talking all about them with her, but before I even looked in the window I knew I'd made a huge mistake. I turned back and just started running.

I ran all the way back to my dorm, which I thought was across the country. I sprint down the hallways, around the corner and slam into the wall next to my door. I listen carefully and I can hear bags being packed. I open the door slowly, and she's right there. Immediately she starts to cry. I rush towards her, her hands coming up and her head shaking, thinking I would try a romantic kiss or something. Instead, I just hug her, hold her tighter than anyone in my life and just tell her how much I love her. How much I miss her and need her in my life. As we embrace, both crying, she says "I knew you would choose me over that shitty place." She breaks off and smiles, looking me deep in the eyes. Deep in my soul. She wants to kiss me. But this moment is empty. The moment she said that I knew in my heart of hearts that I could not choose her over what would certainly be the best time of my life. Her face starts to melt. I enter a powerful internal dialogue.

"She is convinced. She thinks my reality aligns with hers. I am drowning her, pissing on her soul. Pissing in her face."
As I say this, I see myself drag her unconscious body to the bathroom, drop her limp head in the toilet bowl and begin peeing on her face. This is the most fucked up, disrespectful thing I've ever done. And I'm not even in control.

"She is somewhere on the scale between love and devotion, and I have just come back, only to mix her a most powerful poison dart. Surely, this will kill her."
I slam the lid on her neck. Crush of bones.

I snap out of this freakish nightmare. I am still holding her. I can feel her heartbeat.
"Of course, Anna. Now I'm very tired. Let's go to bed."

I forgot most of the dream, but for one part. I look around, and I am in my childhood home. I am upstairs, and immediately instinct tells me to run to the attic. All is the same when I get there. The desk, the computer, the chair and floor mat, and most importantly, the smell. That same musky smell from all those years ago, still burned into my mind so that at any moment I now know I can return there in the dream world and simply be. What a comforting feeling. If a place can live on in such purity long after it is gone, it gives me hope that when the day comes and someone has passed in my life, they will still live on in me. Amen.

My first memory in this dream starts off so innocently. I'm playing a game with some younger kids, kind of like red rover, but instead of everyone just a few kids are selected to go to the middle line, brace on each other, and then start pushing to see who can topple who over. I was volunteered to go up, but of course there was no contest due to my weight and strength. I half heartedly participated, then went back to find my friends.I didn't actually know if I had any friends here, but I soon found them. It was a few guys I don't know, as well as Galen and Raivo. We were in some group together. I pulled out my phone and went on instagram. I saw that this weird feature was turned on that posted the same or similar post every day and asked all of my followers to vote on it to help me decide something. The post itself though made no sense and the whole thing was just too pushy and weird and I knew I turned it on by accident. When disabling the thing, it instead set up something called a "Quest", where it would track my life progress, and on the day that I was no longer in the frat it would post some long emotional thing about how it had come to an end. So, a frat, that's what this was. I put my phone down, and Galen and Raivo are with me. Galen checks his phone. "Dude, sick quest. I'm excited to see it come to an end."

Weird thing to say, hoping the frat ends already.

Suddenly an annoucement come on, seemingly booming all around us. "GENTLEMEN'S FRATERNITY HAS WON THE CONTEST OF CENTURY!!!!!"

And there you have it. Some eternal conflict, probably started on some dumb bet a hundred years ago has finally come to its conclusion. And I'm on the winning team. Men must ahve lived and died hoping to see this and here I am plopped in the middle. We go to check out the ceremony, but I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing my grey poli shirt with the white horizontal stripes from when I was a kid. It is massive on me, past my waist and more like a drape or a dress than a shirt. I realize that this is the qeight of my childhood insecurities about my body, and say out loud, "thank god old habits can die."

I go to the frat house to change. It is basically a normal frat house but the roof is glass which is cool. I find my Steamwhistle duffel bag in there and start trying on clothes. For some reason, my jacket is absolutely covered in ketchup, as if a mcdonalds dispenser exploded on it. I put it down and look around the room, and then put on some skinny jeans and a tight shirt for the big ceremony. I look down, and somehow the ketchup has thickly soaked into my crotch. I fucking put the jacket down right on my bag of stuff. All my pants are ruined. I go to wash the ketchup from me outside, but suddenly all my buddies are rushing past me.


Some guy called us over to go to his house. I entered in through the Foyer, then took a left and went down a long hall. The room opened up to the kitchen on the left, dining room on the right, and patio ahead of me. Just like Tom's house, but a few $million more extravagent. I went on the balcony, and everyone was out back casting fishing rods. I had one in my hands, an old rickety thing, and tried casting it for some time. I couldn't manage to get a single good cast without snagging myself, a buddy, or a bush with the lure. I didn't understand it anyway since they were all just casting into the backyard anyway. When I went back inside, the guy who owned the place (bob saget) was hanging in the kitchen. He started coaching me on fishing, and after a while I got comfy with it. Then, I knew it was time for the ceremony.

I had not reached the place yet, when I heard another loud noise. Suddenly, that booming annoucner voice spoke quieter than the boom, yet in an epic tone, directly to me. He told me how the ceremony was ruined somehow, and that my fraternity had failed to be crowned the winner. Knowing that there would never be a chance to regain that potential glory, all of the members sprang into action. Now, as the narrator told me these things, I could see them play out in front of me, as if in the animus.

The first thing to happen was the crown leader of the fraternity. He locked his head in a small cage against a wall, and allowed a mob of plebians to smash his body to shreds. Following suit, all members of the fraternity did the same. Locking their heads in these square, helmet sized black cages and allowing their bodies to go to absolutley fucked up fates. One woman locked up each foot in one in a splits position, and then the rock that she sat upon was split in two, tearing her body in two clean down the middle. This is honestly the goriest dream I've ever had, it was so fucked up and all of it being voluntary, over some stupid little honor game that the subjects didn't even fully understand was just sickening.

Eventually the fervor died down, and the narrator continue on about the historical impact of this event and how Thomas Jefferson wrote about it and all this weird shit. I think this bit where the event was disconnected in time from myself was what allowed everything to just revert to it's natural state.

I went back to hang at bob saget's place, when his wife walked in.....I can't adequately describe her in this. She was almost short, maybe 5'8". She had flowing, chestnut blonde locks and deep brown eyes. Her skin was just ever so slightly tanned, to the point that race was impossible to distinguish. Her figure was perfect for her height, curvy in all the right places but I mean real curves here, in and out. On top of that, she was wearing very tight clothing and a warm smile. I never bother to describe people in my dreams like this but I honestly never want to forget this girl, in case I meet the real girl again who she must be based from in my subconscious.

She came up to introduce herself to me. Standing at the edge of the kitchen, she entered a gentle embrace with me. "It's so nice to meet you!" She smiled even brighter and put me in a tight hug. When I went to back out, she just continued her light embrace and stared in my eyes. Holy hell. So this is what being captured in a gaze feels like, no wonder it's been working so well for me IRL. She keeps staring at me and starts speaking, I don't know what about but I would never dedicate enogh of my mind to understanding it when I could just drink this in. As she spoke, she guided me around the kitchen. Her husband was gone. She continued talking to me with this warm voice full of passion, looking right into me eyes. Slowly, her face got closer and closer to mine. Soon enough, with every word her lips brushed mine. But I know he is still somewhere here. The intensity grows stronger, I am backed into the corner of the room now, her body pressed firmly against mine, lips riding the edge of infidelity.

I kiss her.

And I immediately realise I've failed the test. She continues her speech for a few more lines, then breaks off and backs away, still staring. In her eyes, I can read it.
"He is still a boy."
Had I resisted the temptation, understood the stakes, there was so much more than just a kiss in it for me. I'll have to keep this lesson in mind in my waking life.

I went away from the house, which felt empty after what just happened. Outside I found an area with high tables and picnic benches. There was a guy and girl at a high table sorting hops out. Some was finely gorund and some was in bud form, and I realized from their chat that they were dividing up the hops for brewing. The guy decided to cheat and put too little out of laziness, so I smacked his batch and ruined the whole thing. I gave him a lecture about doing the job wrong because you won't bother to put in the effort needed, and talked about how doing the job right always will eventually lead to it becoming second nature and a chore no more. This seemed to brighten his eyes up and he was inspired to complete it properly. Another lesson I think I was trying to teach my real self.

Looking over at the picnic tables, I saw an amazing sight. Honestly, this is when I should always reality check but I never remember this shit. From now on I will redouble my efforts in the plane of reality.

At the table were 5 girls, one of which being the wife. She smiled and called me over, and I sat with them. She started asking me if I saw their show. Immediately I had this memory from before the celebration of these girls on stage dancing to grimes, with very bright neon rainbow lights all over their bodies. It was fuzzy and mesmerizing and quite beautiful.

"Yeah, there were just so many of these beautiful girls up there, it was like nothing I've seen before."

She turned to the other table. I hear her say "He thinks you're beautiful!" "Who?" "Benjamin, right here"

I know she is pointing me out, and even though they'rejust a few feet away I do that stupid thing I do when with girls and totally not present. I looked away and gave a fake smile to some other conversation, while just paying attention to my pose and hoping that I looked attractive and 'candid' for the girls. Like what the fuck, peacocking instinct is so deep it happens in dreams.

I sat with the girls for a little while more when Lee showed up. He said steamy broke down and needed a ride to it, so I stole a volvo and we ripped it. Suddenly life is GTA we're ripping through the city and I have the world map, but when I try to navigate on memory it ends up putting me further from my goal. We're burning time, lee is in a rush. I open the map and see I can fast travel right there. Then I see there's a skydive option. Boom, Just Cause style I'm in the air flying down. Rip open the chute and end up like 200 meters away. I run on these little mountain things to get to the auto shop which was aslmost literally next door to the girls, but I look down. In a little grotto area of this rock structure I 'm on, I see a pair of floating cells. The cells are the size of a cow, perfectly round and bouncing off eachother. I jump down in the hole, but a girl rushes in. She stands on a big gold seal between the cells and they instandtly smash into her, absorbing her in their goo. A bright light emerges from them, then an ethereal explosion. Suddenly the girl is surrounded. In front of her are two japanese sword masters. Beside them are two karate masters. Both pairs are slightly cartoonish and they are facing the same direction she is, but when even a fly approaches her they strike with the speed of sound and decimate whatever it is. Beside her are two large numidian men, garbed in gold armor and shields with large clubs of platinum. They act asher flanks, and seem even more imposing than the japanese, for they do not waste their power on the flies. Behind her, stand four anubis guards. Great egyptian men of stone. I can feel how invincible they are, but the fact that there are four shows that they are probably not the greatest fighters. And behind them, stand Ra and Anubis. They seem to be simply on a stroll. In fact, I think the anubis guards are for them, simply for show. Yet somehow, all of these godly figures are bound to this girl.

She had become the ultimate weapon. Lee and I watched her for some time, and after a while, I woke up.

Although it truly began elsewhere, this dream really picked up when me father took pity on the misgivings of the earlier dream, which was very boring. He sent me on a vacation, to go find myself. I was on the plane with him, and when I looked out the window I saw I was in Bucharest. It was the absolute perfect sunny day, with green grass and tall orange buildings extending as far as the eye could see. The architecture reminded me of Hieronymus Bosch's painting "The Garden of Earthly Delights." I told my dad I'd spend the entire week here wandering alone, finding trouble and beautiful girls wherever I went. He approved.

Right before I landed, my dad left and I found Chris on the flight. He was also here for a solo vacation, though his flight was connecting and he would continue on to New Zealand. We shared how we had very similar sentiments about the nature of our trip, and that he had even been here before a year ago. The flight landed and I headed off to the largest, most grand building in the whole country. It was a temple, parliament building, community center and hotel. The building was like one massive pancake, with 4 tiers, each one serving one of those functions. The hotel was the second highest tier below parliament.

As I entered the building I saw a guru on a balcony drop acid. I knew this was the place to be. I was going to go to my room and then find that guru.

I did.

Upon a rooftop terrace of the grand building, I found the wizards, the gurus, a small group of sages who were all in the beginning of a long stage of imbibing psychedelics. I looked down in my hand and found a zip lock bag full of about 25 truffles. I ate two, and they kicked in immediately. I felt amazing. We decided to go explore the city and find some things to do.

There was only one catch. As I was walking to the elevators I checked my live 3D map to see where the border to Georgia was. In this reality, the black sea had been reduced to more of a blue lake, and I could see the nation from the coastal perch of the grand building. Even stranger, that lake was within Georgia's borders. And the shores which we were on. And the fields between us. In fact, the border was 20 feet away from me, right next to the edge of the building, across a tiny creek. I had to go jump over it. We ran to the creek and found a pretty bridge of stepping stones leading over it. Guarding the stones were 3 snapper fish, which had the heads and jaws of snapping turtles. They moved slowly but I could anticipate their bite. I crossed the stream but then turned to observe these creatures. Out of the muddy bottom, a full snapping turtle emerged and began intruding on their space. I watched an argument unfold between them about this infringement, and watched them try to bite his armored fingers off, to no success. I probably should have become lucid here, but I was far too entranced with these speaking predators.

On the other side of the creek were long, beautiful fields. I was watching the grass sway when a sniper bullet grazed past my forehead. Looking far down the creek I could see a huntress in futuristic armor with a laser rifle at the shoulder. She took another shot, this time at a comrade of mine. The battle began. A flurry of pursuit, evasion, running and gunning unfolded and eventually we shot her down. Realizing that this place would be crawling with enemies, we took to the building for sanctuary. Bad call. We dropped down a tier and entered a room, but found more enemies in a room filled with grass and rocks. Luckily they were pitifully low leveled. We removed them in seconds and looked around. This room was filled with grass like outside and seemingly lead further inside the building where the enemies would level up more, presumably.

Still tripping on acid, I decided to go back outside of the room, jump off the balcony and enter through the tier below us, while the gurus headed further in the easy room. I ran outside, jumped, and landed on a black patio. This was different and I could feel it. I opened the door and entered an identical room to the last, but instead of the grass, it was just pure black ebony with purple stones inlaid. Inside were three girls. All of them sultry, tan and wearing tight black. They smiled at me, and I had a feeling I was the first to come here in a very, very long time. I looked harder at them and saw their level: 8888. The sniper had been 14. This was the last floor, the first room leading up to what certainly contained the most powerful beast in Bucharest.

The girls did not move to attack but instead waltzed around the room, so I began a conversation. In the center of the room was a booth, like what the hostesses in a night club in hades would stand behind. I walked to it and stood against it, and the closest of the demonesses approached me. I knew there was no escape without killing them. I had come here to experience life, and so I would. As the demoness approached, I began to perceive her true nature. Each of them contained the power of a small sun inside them. Though perfectly human on the outside, their eyes had a certain spark that would dance like a flame, and their skin radiated beautiful energy that my acid-tuned senses were picking up on. It was incredibly intoxicating. This would be an OK way to die. She came closer, the heat of her beginning to warm me, passing right through my skin and into my belly, like hot cocoa.

I reached out and grabbed her waist. Wow. The flow was not instant but built quickly like the drop on a rollercoaster, blowing me away and making my head spin more with every millisecond. I pulled her tight and looked deep into her eyes. I had joined her energy, completing the circuit, and the moment we let go I would be completely destroyed. There was nothing left to do. So I kissed her, as any sane, balls-tripping adventurer would do.

The unity I experienced in this moment was so powerful I can still feel it. The other two froze, struck by the moment. This was the first time this had ever happened, not to them, not to others, but simply anything of this nature in the continuum, and the new precedent was already rippling its way outward, changing little bits of the fabric of time here and there in light of this new information. This new possibility.

We kissed and kissed and our bodies melded and she cried, a creation of a god given humanity, bound to destroy the giver. I felt her energies flow through me stronger and stronger, but slowly I came to understand them. I was a vessel too. And as more of her poured into me, I cried too, and I accepted it. The inevitability. Curiosity. What came next?

And suddenly, we were equal. The massive distance that separated us moments ago was gone, and as she rested her perfect skin against mine, I slipped back. And I was fine. She looked up at me, frozen in that moment after your last tear dries up, and before you smile.

I walked out.

Chris and I are in a truck. We're driving up north to a cottage, and we're talking about how he used to come up here as a kid. Loose wooded patches pass us by through the windows, and the grey light outside doesn't reveal any animals of sorts.

"When I was a kid, I had a dirt bike up here. That thing was fast, you cloud rip it anywhere up here pretty fast."

We got to his place, and left pretty quickly, with our little brothers in tow. We first went to a pavilion. Under it's roof was a small model of the surrounding woods. It had the mountains, rivers, and full typography modeled out in clay and paint. I picked up some pieces and saw that they were live, that they would expand naturally as I explored the place. Good, a map. We went for a walk down a forest path and came across an old barn. There were deep muddy trenches around it on either side, carved by trucks and heavy rain. More reason why the sky was so grey, thank god it was dry so far. I was looking at the barn, thinking about how pointless it would be to walk around just to soak myself in mud, when I saw something out the corner of my eye. Chris is standing with a cheeky grin, and next to him is a little pocket bike, like the ones for little kids. It has a little motor and wheels the size of canteloups. I hop on and kickstart the thing, and immediately it reveals to me that it has more power than it looks. The boys must have done some work on her in their childhood. I look around for some possible places to ride, but most areas are full of muddy water. There's back where we came from, or a path that strangely has snow cover. I choose snow, more adventure.

"Try it out, see if it still works."

It did. I was ripping off through the woods as fast as you could say 'wear a helmet'. I didn't need one, this was a land of childhood innocence and the forest would protect me. Down the path I went, through snow and patches of frozen ground. Soon I came upon a large circular depression carved into the snow, maybe 6 feet down and 50 feet in diameter, with a few expertly crafted snowmen spaced around the clearing seemingly at random. Aa staircase of snow at one edge lead to a deep uinderground network of snow carved tunnelsl; or so I assumed.

"Hey"

A man walked out from behind a particularly large snow man.

"You come to build?"

No I hadn't. So there were people here, strange. I had thought Chris' family owned all the land. And he roamed freely here as a child, strange. I noticed the guy was carving a perfect snail, with small delicate flowers growing from its shell, entirely from snow. I recognized this snail, and I knew that I must have seen the man before.

"I know you."

"Probably. Been coming here for years. Join in if you'd like."

What a weird dude. I nodded goodbye and headed off on the bike, bringing that little hopped-up motor to life and aiming her force back at the pavilion. I arrived to find Chris talking to my mom. They greeted me and showed me the map. More had been filled in! Strangely, some portion of it seemed off.. There was a mountain nearby that was covered in strange mud or rot that was obscuring the detail of the clay typography before. I wiped most of it off with my hand and then placed that section back on the map, not really any clearer on why it was like that. I resolved never to go near there. Chris said I could keep using ol' betsy, so I just immediately turned it around and went back toward the snow. When I saw the depression again I went clear around it and saw a rocky path going up a hill back into normal, non permafrost woods. Going up the hill I realized that the bike didn't have as much power as I'd hoped. It was a bit of a struggle to get up, but when I reached the top I saw something pretty iincredible. Beyond me the path continued down into a valley, and at the bottom was the ruins of a pretty massive pioneer era building. I ripped down the hill toward the place, but the closer I got the more of it was complete. It wasn't being built by magic, it was just the draw distance of my dream had not allowed those sections to load visually. By the time I got there I could hear people inside. I put the kickstand up and went in. I was not prepared for the inside.

I am surrounded by naked women. Some of them are insanely beautiful, some more average looking, but none who wouldn't turn a head on the sidewalk. I walk through the house, seemingly ignored by the occupants. I think they're part of the building, and I am the only guest. None of them engage me or pay me much mind, they just continue on with seemingly scripted movements and conversations. Two of them in another room begin to kiss. I walk downstairs to the basement, it's warmly lit. Entering the first room on the right, I see a bed and sit down for a moment to collect my thoughts. Where the hell am I.

"Hey"

A soft voice, like a tired girlfriend welcoming me back home in the early hours of the morning. The smell of hot cocoa. I look up. It's Scarlett Johansson. Spread so effortlessly on a chaise longue, she smiled softly at me, her eyes locked on mine. Sitting next to her against the other wall was another actress, a beautiful girl who I surely recognized but could not place. I said nothing, just waiting to see what was to happen. It happened quickly, yet at a glacier's pace all the same. Scarlett rose up, slinking with the practiced elegance of a feline huntress. She turned to the girl with a smile.

"Wait here for me baby"

She was soundlessi in her approach. I find her arms around me, her mouth kissing mine. She pulled back and smiled again, holding my complete consciousness in palm. Her eyes telegraphed a message to me. There was more to come. The giddy fire of a child on christmas rose up inside me. She had presents. She held my hand and lead me up the stairs. We were giong somewhere, but I knew that every inch of this house was crawling with other women, and I wanted just her. This place must be designed to fulfill your wildest carnal dreams. I had a greater idea of where I was now.
I grabbed Scarlett, finding myself already naked, and slid in her. I will forever be amazed by the power of this sensation when dreaming. The element of reality is missing, and it cannot be compared to the real thing in all of it's delicacy and presence, but that does not detract from the raw bliss.

I am at the top of an old wooden staircase, slamming one of the world's most beautiful women from behind. And somehow, I remember to pull out. I guess all of my practice in the real world has trained my subconscious for this moment in a deep way. She smiles at me, and then walks away, continuing on her scripted path through the halls. This place must have a lot of money, because she is the real thing, no android or lookalike, and this is what she does. I walk through the house and see more and more famous women, and a few patrons who have entered since I did. I leave, and go up the hill. I find a place crowded with people and carnival games. This entire woods must be one spread out retreat. I head back down to the shack to take it all in, and I see my dad and Paul M on a hill nearby looking down at it. My father is purchasing the pleasure cabin as his retirement investment. How he has so much money I have no idea. They leave to go celebrate the moment, and I speak to a man on the hill, which I now see is covered in hundreds of shirtless old men, like an old roman bath.

In the final moments of my dream, I look up and see the rain finally pouring, the grey sky giving in to its own weight. I open my mouth and feel the rain on my tongue, and then spit some out.

I wake up, and realize that I just spit a big gob of saliva onto my pillow. Gross.

What a great one this was. I remember an extreme level of detail and it's Sunday morning so lets try to get it all in.

It began in a strange moment, as I found myself having just gotten off of a greyhound. Here we were, a great big group of people, some I knew but most I didn't, all moving into a giant, massive version of the T House together. It had the same basic layout, but each room was the size of the entire actual building and allowed everyone their own giant living space, not just a bedroom.

I started grabbing my bags from the bus and saw that there were a lot of beautiful girls getting off. If I was a perfect lucid dreamer I would have reality checked here, but instead, I gawked. I realized that they were famous, it was a group of girls and a guy that were a pop band. Suddenly it hit me that everyone here was famous. It was like the hotel in Youth.

As I was going in, one of the girls started talking to me and we had a really fun conversation, not really about anything just lots of witty banter and gauging what the other was like. I made strong eye contact throughout the conversation but did not reality check. My RCs have failed me so far.

I get in my room and unpack, then hop on the computer. I'm doing emails and stuff when I hear a noise outside. I look out the window and see a massive war between big piloted ships and mechs outside. The battle seems to be man vs alien, and a buddy of mine is heading the human effort. I run out there and he points me to a downed human craft. It is massive, with huge plasma cannons on the front but the cockpit is just open to the air and dead between the guns. All the ships are like this, they have only a single crew piloting them and that person is not protected by glass or anything. I fight in the ship, taking down some enemies before mine is destroyed. I immediately hop out and go at an alien, jumping past his guns and beating him up to take the cockpit. I fight once again.

The fight ends and they are driven off, and I return to my room. I am on the computer again when I hear a knock at my door. There's a group of women, some of the pop stars and some older women. They're looking for my friend the battalion commander and they have the wrong place. We make some jokes and then they head down the hall. I walk out and see that on the rooftop is another massive room, and the guy staying there is one of the richest and most important men on earth. I know he knows the commander so I go talk to him, hoping to make some connections. He talks to me for a bit but knows why I'm there and points out how young and inexperienced I am. I tell a joke and he laughs a bunch, then gets a phone call or something. I head out of his room and see the commanders. I go to talk to him but in there I see all the women on his bed with him. They're clothed just talking, and I chill for a short moment, before putting on a Kanye song on my phone for them. I swear to god the song doesn't exist but my mind just knows his voice, and created an amazing track that was somewhere between "real friends" and "heard them say". Such a relaxing tune.

The ladies started kissing the guy, and I was really weirded out being there so I leaped from the balcony and drifted down toward the dock. This is my favourite part of the dream.


The pier was gone, now there was just the tiny wood dock at the end of it, now attached to the bottom of the stairs. As I stood on the dock, looking out at the water, I became extremely present. This is a new habit of mine derived from meditation. If I find myself alone with a beautiful view I often take a deep breathe and drink it in. However, before my thoughts turned to reality checking, I became engrossed by the water. I slowly walked toward the edge of the dock, staring down. I leaped high in the air, and though to myself, "I always fuck up dives. Let's do a perfect dive right now." My body spun, head straight down. I plunged into the water. The moment I entered it I was once again horizontal, belly flopping without the pain. I slammed into the bottom of the lake. My eyes were closed, and the dream for a moment was nothing but the feeling of water, weightlessness, and the sandy lake bed.

I've always been sure that my dreams have to have visuals. This one single moment has undone that belief. It was the exact feeling I've had so many times up at summer camp, that moment right after you jump in, eyes closed and feel how different the universe has become in the split second.

I tried to swim up. I did my best, but I found myself unable to swim. was I drowning? maybe. who was I to know? I was thrashing calmly, floating up at a snail's pace. I could reach up and feel the surface but ascending the last foot seemed impossible. I just forgot about it and enjoyed the water. I found myself at the surface. Looking down, the water was only 4 feet deep, so I just put my feet down. At the bottom of the lake, in a beam of sun, was my brand new Beachman. It was resting perfectly, as if for a picture. I remembered that it was not waterproof, but this seemed to be a new version, with metal body and wood accents. I grabbed it from the floor and brought it in close, finding it to be damp inside. The word "Beachman" had mostly come off, and the letters were floating around in there. For some reason, I could see that the holes punched in the wood were originally made to put in a swastika and not letters. I was so furious, and began visualizing my conversation with Lucy about why the fuck this had been, and how we would need a new supplier.

When I looked up, the girl from the bus was there. She did not want to be in the commander's menagerie and had done it to make me jealous. She came to see me here, but suddenly there was a neighboring family in the water. We had to talk to them for a while, and when they left the sun was setting. She lay down on the dock and I was in the water. We talked and talked, and I started falling for this girl. The sunset on the lake was the perfect shades of red, orange. Casting what felt like the light of a warm fire on her face, catching her hair in the wind. Beautiful. The mind is a huge cheater, always knowing what you want. She looked exactly like that girl who kissed me in the bar.

I went to return to the T house with her, but when we got there everyone was leaving. The aliens were going to win the next battle, so we had to take an elevator to an interdimensional airport like in rick and Morty. There we would be able to escape to a new place with no enemies. There was an entrance to the terminal through an elevator in the house, so we all began going through. Suddenly Stu and Evan Ccole were here, and they said we had to defend the elevator from alien presence as they would try strange tactics to get past us.

At first, they were sending strange inanimate objects through in absurd quantities. The elevator doors would open, and 200 orange balloons with Shibes on them would roll out and slowly roll toward the security checkpoint and the people waiting in line. I think the aliens had only recently made contact with our homeworld here and had no idea what the meaning and pattern of our objects were, so they made huge sweeping guesses.

Evan cole and I had to stand in the hallway and smash every balloon. That came through. The next elevator was full of fake companion cubes. We smashed them as they came. Then, the tricks began. The aliens sent in real people they had captured, and mixed in were fake humans, poor imitations that were incapable of self-defence. The first ones were just full of gas and would pop when struck, but they became more solid with each wave. Eventually, they looked almost like us, but they were clearly never going to escape uncanny valley. They aliens had reached their peak of imitation. The fake ones were full of a fleshy pulp, lacking bones or organs and would fall easily as we smashed them with fists. I took a moment to catch my breath, and Kanye West himself was in line. I've had Drake appear before, but now it was the presence of this guy himself. I explained to Kanye what was happening. "come check this out man, it's worth seeing". He comes back down the line with me reluctantly, thinking I'm some crazy fan trying to convince him to something, but then I walk up to an old lady, at least 90 years old, and say "hello Delores!" grabbed her by the scruff of her collar and punched the shit out of her goddamn alien mouth. Her head exploded and the room erupted in laughter. So gruesome but so hilariously strange and righteous in its service to the human race.

I saw Kanye laughing and then I woke up.

This dream was really something else.

It all begins at a house party. I've come with my friend Wil, but in the middle of the thing we got split off. I met these other dudes who were having a great time partying and I did something that gained me serious respect from them, what it is I cannot recall. At the party I met these two girls. The were clearly Nesbitt and Madison, but they acted like strangers. I realized that I was in some school of sorts, for mechanical engineering or the like. I went to a class in a shack on the hill, and all the dudes from the party were there. I was with Nesbitt and wanted to keep hitting on her so we sat together, and my new friend from the party, who was like Wil combined with a rednek bro, he sat at the table next to us. We started signalling that we just wanted to party, so I began figuring out how to drink in there instead of payaing attention to the lesson. Eventually the teacher left and we went into the city down the hill and got a bunch of beer, then went back up to the cabin. We started drinking and singing and being fools.

Skip forward several days and we've become regulars at this. The ditch next to the cabin is littered with beer cans and the like and the girls always come with us. One night I go up there alone, and I find a godlike figure training his powers for some reason. This distracts me and I miss out on meeting up with the kids. I returned the next night and nobody was there. I went into the cabin and became extremely present, really analyzing the place. Small room with a sink, candle or gas lamps for lighting. There was a little staircase/ladder that lead up, and at the top there was just a tiny sleeping bag and a bedside table. I wondered how many kids had snuck off to this place and made love right there.

As I descended the mountain I realized how much I missed my friends. I saw Madison walking along the bottom of the hill, and I wanted to call out to her but it didn't feel right. I let her

The last night. I'm wandering the city alone, when I hear a distressed voice. Madison is with her girlfriends who are all dressed up. She's in a black dress with Mascara running down her cheeks, and is expressing sadness over a boy who left her. "Why did he do that? Am I too ugly? I thought he liked me."
I walked right up to her, locking eyes as I did so and kissed her. Everything melted away and this moment stretched on for a long time, seemingly in all different places as if a montage of the next few months of our love.

I'm in the cabin again. I'm with Nesbitt and the guys, and I realize the lesson is the same. Everything is the same. I understand that there is nothing else but this cabin and this hill and this town. This is not reality. I try to stand on my desk, defying the laws of this space. I'm met with a celing, soft and make of the literal fabric of spacetime.

I get angry. I get real mad. I tell Lily I'm done living in this universe. I grab a handful of the stuff in each hand, and arms raised above my head I just start ripping. Layer after layer after layer, they could go on forever but so can I. My head slowly moves up more and more, no longer hunched over but nearly fully standing up on the desk as the layers rip away. I can hear birds, something I realize do not exist here on this hill. I can see a faint shade of blue trickling through the material.

In one final tear and raging push with my head, I break through. I broke through. It's beautiful. The sky is a wildly vivid shade of blue, the trees impossibly green. Birds fly, children laugh and smells of the city are wafting by. This is reality. I walk down the road to a corner store and look at the TV in the display. It's an ad for some snack food, and it's the first thing I've seen that wasn't about that damn closed in universe. My eyes gaze past it, glancing up from my current position, and suddenly I see it. A wave of nervous and curious energy crashes over me. There, down the long road I'm on is the hill. It's different now, lined with bushes and with a paved path going up, and the cabin is in better repair. I go up.

In the cabin I find friends from previous dreams. Patrick Stewart is there, getting a tattoo on his body from R2D2, who is programming a set of computer chips in the Patriks shoulder with conductive ink so he may be smarter. The men up here give me lectures on the past, and reality, and tattoos, and then all of a sudden I am gone.

I'm in my bed sleeping, but I'm very tired of this dream. I want it to end, so I think that i'll just go set my alarm off manually and wake up.
My alarm goes off and I wake up. 10:00.


Weird.

The beginnings of this dream are quite simple. I was at the T house and many of my friends were there. Kira from grade 8 and Justin May but showed up, what a strange group it was. After hanging for a while the season changed to winter, so we all started skiing. I am at the front of the group ripping it down Holimont. This is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. Justin May is bragging about how good a a skiier he is and how these are not the alps. I can feel that my skiis need a waxing, and the hills are properly contoured causing me to have an uneven ride. I see some kids doing pizza skis down the hill and wipe out while watching them. My friends all rip on me for falling and continue on. I fall again later and lose them, so I just have fun on my own on the hill. This is the first time in my life I've skied without the boots hurting my feet, and I didn't even become lucid enough to enjoy it. At the bottom of the hill I was with Aidan and some guy I don't know and we tried to fit on a chairlift that was way too small for two to sit even though it had three seats. I sat in the chair behind and we headed up.

Suddenly I'm driving the Steam Machine. I arrive at a small cafe and get out to read a book. The book is the Millionaire Fastlane, but it is printed in a Malcolm Gladwell book cover. I am reading it in peace on this little patio in the rain, when suddenly Tai Lopez is there. This is now the strongest detail I can recall since the dream I had about the skatepark. People are coming up to Tai every 2 minutes and asking him about advice, telling him how much they love him. I just sit there and read my book, knowing there's no point in talking to him as he'll just give a default answer or a 'thank you'. Some rich kid comes up and puts his arms all over my chair to look casual and starts talking to Tai about being rich and having nice clothes. Tai is courteous but doesn't give a shit, and then everyone leaves. I'm enjoying the rain, the pitter patter, and the book which I cannot read but can derive meaning from.

"That's a great book."

I look up and Tai is still chilling. I smile and say it surely is. I say how much I love the title, it's so smart to call it something like that and he laughs. We have some more little smalltalk before he asks me if I have any questions for him. I say not really, he speaks quite a lot and now is the time to relax. After that though I do ask him how he manages sleep. I say that he must only get 5 hours, and he says that you simply manage, once you're in it you're in it and you won't die. Try to grab naps if you can and if you can't just work anyway. Now he can get as much sleep as he wants every day, because of that small sacrifice in the beginning.

We chatted about some more things, and then at the end of the day we both got on a bus into the city. I realized after a few blocks that I left the Steam Machine at the cafe, and had to get off. I walked off into the rain alone, reflecting on my time with Tai. Somewhere lost in the grey fog of the afternoon showers I refound my consciousness.

It begins in a house that is not my own. A friend an I have snuck in, and have no way escape. We jump out of a window into a courtyard, and quickly the woman who owns this property arrives with her dog. I run to the entrance of the house at the front of the courtyard and lie down next to it.I am wearing bright yellow fluorescent colouring and this will simply not do. She sees me, and freaks out. I pretend to be asleep, as if she will think I am simply lost and stumble d here alone. My friend runs away.

She forgts about me and I walk into the house next door. To my surprise, Melanie and her parents are there. I start talking to them, and then enter the closest thing to a lucid moment. I begin my new habit of staring deeply into a girls eyes the entire time we speak. She is noticeable affected by this, and there is a moment of total clarity, me staring at her up and down, drinking in the exact way she looks. Her freckles are more prominent than normal. Her eyes a dark green, beyond normality.

I am suddenly transported to my house. The guys are smoking weed in the living room and there is a knowck on the door. It is a chinese man, apparantly my landlord's husband. He comes in to arrest us for this violation, but I point out a strange wood stove in the front hall that is seemingly the cause of all the smoke. He allows this, and by the end of the converstion he and her are smoking weed with us.

I am transported again. I am in a small garden on an island only 50 feet off the shore of a city. In the middle of the garden is a great energy, a writhing black force that comes out in tentacles, like a curse from a miyazaki film. I speak to it, and it speaks back in the gentle and calm voice of an ancient female entity. The time has come to shake the earth again, perform a hard reset, and this one is going to be more fantastic than any other. I go to the shore to prepare for this. I find two of my friends, one of which is a regular guy, the other a seemingly normal man that I know is actually a timeless magician, who has grown tired of his identity and simply blends in with the world around him.

Suddenly I say "There is going to be an explosion."

Somewhere off the coast, the black spirit expands in an instant, nuking the earth. We stand behind a house, and the shockwave comes full force around the structure but does not manage to move the house itself. We are safe from the initial blast, but the fallout has left everything electrically charged. My friend reaches up to touch this energy, and it jolts him hard, changing his body chemistry. This is magical energy, powerful stuff. He becomes bloated, yellow and black, and begins manipulating. I make contact, and my perception of all around me sharpens, as I no longer see from my body but from cinematic angles all around us. The third man, the old one, opens his arms to the energy, and before my eyes small beings begin to walk off of him. There is a beautiful small red headed girl, a gnome, and many creatures that look this time like the small, good hearted creatures of Miyazaki's films. He tells me that he is not a man, but a magical being who has now been transformed into so much more. His body itself is indescribable, sometimes the same man, sometimes a massive twisting creature made of all colours and densities, staring into my eyes. He reverts to being a withered old man, now surrounded by the community of small beings that have multiplied off of his own, and together we stand, ready to face the new world.

I wake up.

It begins as all good stories do; on the top of a speeding train. I am there on a mission from the governor, to track and kill a dangerous man. There are soldiers walking along the top of the train ahead of me, assigned to the mission as well. For a moment, I think about what I will do next. Suddenly, the soldiers to toward me. They look nervous. Their guns are no longer at their sides, but pointed at me.
I am the dangerous man.
I charge them and they disappear, only to reveal an oncoming bridge that looks like the walkways to an airplane. I slam into it, bending the sheet metal walls and pass out.

I wake up, and the impact has separated me from the body of that dangerous man. I am myself again. A woman is next to me, and she is tearing up with Joy.

"He's going to marry me!" She says.

"He gave me this necklace! It's from the jewelers in the big city, and he made it disappear."

So that's what he does. He makes things disappear. And now he's disappeared himself.
I start walking past her down the road. It's getting dark, and as I walk I hear music. I go up a staircase into a park and find an incredible skate park. Massive half pipes, colour under lighting on everything, it's a skater's dream. Too bad I don't skate.

I'm pretty sure that at this moment I became lucid. Everything was so vivid. I was looking around, listening to how the music echoed off the curved walls and looking at the highschoolers hanging out here way past their curfews. Why was I here, wearing this dark hoodie and hiding myself? I didn't really know. I started to walk out of the park and down the road. I stopped to look back a some teens that were on the sidewalk. They were all regular kids, and one girl had some very short shorts on. It was like real life. The lighting from the street lamps, the cool of the night air. Everything.


After that I pulled out google maps to see how far that train had taken me from home. Far.

I would be in for a long walk. Instead, I walked into a pet store nearby. Inside I was playing with all of these small squid and shrimp and fish, looking in their tanks. Suddenly a bouncer came and tried to kick me out. He said I was missing the stamp for the place. There are like 5 bar stamps on my hadn and none of them are for this place. Rats.

My parents show up. My mother puts on such a fuss of how great the shop is that the bouncer leaves me alone. Take that, asshole.

Simon and Arshia show up out of the blue, and I get ready to go with them back home.

My alarm goes off.

I am so happy right now. I just experienced a lucid dream that lasted around 1.5 hours. I woke up at 10 AM and went back to bed and lucid dreamed until 11:30.
Here's how it went down.

**Warning, lots of sex**

I was at the old cottage with Melanie and Jake. We were looking out at the water, and in the middle of the lake where there would usually be the islands in the distance was a massive white and red castle of Indian design. Melanie said "it's amazing how fast that thing was built here." As I was looking at it however I had a moment of peace, and as I do nowadays in most of my peaceful moments, I look deeply at my surroundings. I knew that castle was impossible, so instead I looked at her and said "that's because it wasn't built. That was a dream castle, and we're in a dream.

Shivers.

I look around and they don't believe me. Of course they don't, this is their world. We begin walking past the cottage to the garage, and I am astonished at the reality of it all. I grab Melanie by the arm and lead her into the garage. We start to kiss after a moment and she is getting excited, but I just really jump the gun and whip it out. She is shocked and starts having doubts. She leaves the shed and is talking to Jake. I really want to redo that, so I try to create a previous version of her from before we walked in the shed. It worked, but the old one was there and her doubtful vibe spread. I didn't know what to do so I just started snapping my fingers and pointing at things to make them dispensary, and it worked. The multiple versions of Melanie were gone, but I couldn't make a new one appear. When I went in the shed, Anna was in there. Almost immediately her douchey boyfriend (not rob) showed up and they started fucking. I was trying to watch then got pissed and gave up. He came all over her back like a douche, so I looked at her and she knew she was better off with me. She grabbed my hand and we flew far away, to the top of a mountain base\event center. We touched down in a hot springs tub, and were naked. She gave me great head while I stared in amazement. I finished quick so I could go explore and then my mind was blown. I went into an elevator and there I encountered some incredible detail. This massive house that the party was in was beautifully decorated, and not how I thought it would be. Firstly, there were plants everywhere, and in this elevator there was a window with a sill covered in about 60 plants all shoved in. I marveled at the detail of the cacti, the flower petals, and then I stepped out. There was a party there and I was the one in control. The music was just great, and the people there were out of some crazy film. Some wore masks, others regular work clothes, some nothing. I left the party and encountered Rachel Shewfelt, who seemed to be a second person jacked into my dream. She thought she was lucid. I think this branched from my idea last night that every person around Chris and I was either fake or another one of my own lifetimes, and then I realized that it applied to Chris as well. Rachel was governed by the same rules as everyone else, but to convince her she was a dream I had to demonstrate my power. I decided to create invisible walls to box her in but I kept failing. Then I remembered the techniques to increase control. I looked at my hands and saw the same disfigured fingers, and then I screamed "LUCIDITY BOOST!" and slammed my hands into the ground Last Airbender style. This caused a massive stone wall to erupt from the ground, and then I just looked at it and willed it to be invisible and it was. I jumped at it and bounced off. She was amazed, but I then remembered how spinning can boost lucidity, but forgot that it induces change. At this point I'm really crushing on Rachel because she's the confident, social Rachel of my dreams (literally) and I want to have her in full clarity. I spin, look back, and she has been replaced by Gwen from steam whistle. It's pretty freaky how it happened so I go back to the party. I dance a bunch with my buddies, but then Holly and Mom come back to the dance floor and keep showing me my phone and texts from Jake about his mental issues. They convince me that these texts are on my real phone right now and I need to wake up and read them, so I do that. I check my phone and I have a snapchat from him of the Grad skip day party.

Overall this was an incredible experience. I found full stable lucidity for hours and it was the best sleep of my life. I will not finally have the mental fuel for the fire of constantly reality checking. I am so excited for the future of dreaming like this.

Dream Signs:
Melanie
Jake
Thomas Cole
Impossible locations
Sex
Anna
Sex

This dream started out in a tall rickety wooden house. It was our house with the same rooms just different layout. We had a Halloween party, and people started sowing up in droves for it. After it got too big a security guard showed up and shut it down. People left, and I flew around a bit on the street but afterward I went back to find the party goers disassembling and stealing everything in the house. I decided to turn back time and try the party again, but even when only a few people got in the house at the end, they would still rob the place. So I restarted a third time, and at the end I stood outside the front door on the porch and started knocking out everyone who tried to get in. When they were finally all gone I crossed the road to see the dankerton extended family sitting outside in the sun, and Devon was there. I started telling him how great a day i t was, but when I went to explain how I turned back time I realized I was dreaming. I looked at my hands, one was normal and the other one was small and distorted like a cripples. I was so excited my heart started racing, and I couldn't look away from my hand, it was so interesting. Eventually everything but my hands went black as my dream slowly slipped away, so I kept staring at it until it all passed into nothingness.

Dreamsigns:
Dankertons
Devon
Party
Flying