The Dream Bakery

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[I]Lucid dreams are dictated by [/I][B]bold[/B][I] text. Thank you.[/I]
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I WILD using WBTB and find myself running through the grounds of my old school. I notice this cloud of smoke in the distance.

I steal a bicycle and ride it through a tiny spiky hole in a metal gate that is about as big as a piece of toast. I may be lucid, but my consciousness is waning and I have the urge to go somewhere but I don't know the destination; I just know where to go.

I get out on the other side. I'm on a steep road on the side of a really steep mountain that is an active volcano apparently. The road becomes even more steep, the pavement either side of me slopes off and drops hundreds of meters before curving into a very deep, steep grass hill. I am dizzy by the vertigo so I throw the bike away and run down the road instead. I see a helicopter go over above my head. I think its a news copter.

I eventually see a wreckage. It looks like a destroyed car. Its down at the bottom of the long hill road. I get there and see a small van that looks like it had exploded. A Pakistani-looking man in a white robe is laying face down, I go to help him but he pulls a gun out of nowhere and shoots me four to five times in the chest and stomach. I am genuinely shocked and it kills my lucidity. I spin around a bit, holding my stomach which is bleeding. I feel a gun in my pocket, pick it up and shoot the man-- now he has morphed into a woman. Something on her head that looks like a Christmas decoration smashes.

My body feels strange. There is a weird popping feeling where the bullets hit. Some other people appear and sit around in a circle, things go all strange and abstract here. I think I see a camp fire and it becomes night.

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Doing a video call with an online friend. My voice sounds really psycho and weird on Skype and I don't get why.

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I go into this huge cathedral. I sit at the back, there are about a 100 people in. They call for people to move forward close to the front but I only move a single seat lolol. I have headphones on and take them off after I realize how douchey it looks.

There is this girl next to me of about 15. Big build, long frizzy hair, dark skin. Some schoolkids are making fun of her relentlessly, calling her fat and ugly. Its terrible, but she just looks at her phone and pretends to not care. I remember thinking how un-confident she must feel.

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I am with my brothers Sam and Tom. We are standing on a hill on a field.

"Let me set the drum kit up for you," Sam suggests, arranging a set and locking it together using clips. On the count of three, all three of us run and jump into the air. Rather than land on the ground, we fall through it and appear in the clouds. We are now tumbling in the sky, spinning around, clutching our drum kits with our legs and wildly beating out tunes in sync with each other. The wind makes my clothes flap and my hair blow upwards. It has a sort of cooling invigorating feeling.

I can see the ground getting closer. We don't have parachutes, so instead we just hit the ground; but it feels really soft and calm, my face suddenly against bouncy, lush green grass.

"Oooh lets do it again!" I say. We walk over to the same hill and repeat.

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[I]There were earthquakes overnight (for those of you unaware, I live in a severely damaged city after a 7.1 earthquake in September 2010 and a 6.3 earthquake in February 2011, there have been over 10,000 earthquakes since between 3.0 and 6.0 which are aftershocks). Today since midnight there was a strange cluster of 48 that affected my dreams.[/I]

[B]Bold text indicates a lucid state. Thanks for reading![/B]
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Some fragment about running out of a building as there is an earthquake.

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I have so many coins. Like little buttons. I go to see how much they are worth, but this "alien currency" doesn't mean much on earth.

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[U][B]That Psycho Bitch is Sawing Me[/B][/U]

I am at a construction site. There is this stretch mechanical saw, its like a big stip of rubber that you pull and the metal blade gets bigger or smaller. You press a square rubber button at the end and it spins around the rubber like a conveyor belt really fast, allowing you to saw things.

These lovely little girls in dresses come up. They grab a hold of it, I'm sitting in a car. I get out to grab it from there as its dangerous, they laugh and throw it around. It just misses me.[B] Now I get lucid in panic, initially believing I've put some kids in danger, but now realizing its a dream. I'm too busy to strengthen the lucidity or have fun with it.

I try to take it off them, but one of the little girls turns to me and starts laughing in a way that... sounds wrong. It wasn't friendly, it was almost like they were mocking me. She picks the saw up, turns it on, and throws it at me. It hits the ground and slides across the tarmac of the road, going over my foot as I try to jump out of the way and slicing the end of my left foot's big toe. I see it roll away, and the pain is strong. It stings real bad. But I know its fake and then the pain turns to a strange generic tingling feeling before fading.

I try to get the saw from the girls but they just get angrier, and begin morphing into demonic looking women. They throw the saw to each other, as I run around in the middle. I get into a car and slam my foot on the pedal. I think I have gotten away, but then as I turn my head and look out the window I see them running and unbelievably fast speeds, whipping the saw around in the air and trying to throw it into the driver seat and kill me.

I keep punching the bitch in the face, but she keeps tripping up only to gain speed and get back to the window. Her face turns to that of the little girl the more I keep punching, but I'm not that fucking stupid, its still the same old psycho bitch. The other woman has fallen behind but is still running.
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[B]"Come on! WHAT THE FUCK!" I shout to myself. The car starts swerving out of control, and things fade; [/B]I have reason to believe the saw got in and I died, but I won't ever know. :lol:

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I am at the construction site again. Lots of people are here. For some reason, everyone is from different countries. I see a group of two Americans, a group of about four Indian people dressed in clothes of their culture (the woman is in a pink dress with an ornate golden lining the edges, and the men are in shirts and trousers that are white with a similar lining) and I also make out a Japanese couple. But there are many more there, roughly 40 to 50 people.

We are being taken around the new building. It has a lot of concrete slabs. I get to the second floor, as everyone continues walking up to the fourth floor (the highest). There is little else but the foundations and the concrete structure. Suddenly I feel imbalanced. One of the concrete slabs is wobbling on the floor. Before I know it things are shaking and I start to see concrete and wood fall from above. Everyone starts running as the walls fall apart and the entire building de-stabilizes. I get off just in time before it collapses.

It jumps to everyone in the airport trying to leave. I am trying to communicate with a Japanese man, who looks to be 18 or so. His girlfriend giggles as we both try to communicate with the language barrier; I don't know Japanese and he doesn't know English. I think he is asking where to catch a certain plane. I try to explain to where to go but its too hard for either of us to meaningfully communicate.

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[I]The lucid state is depicted in bold text. Thank you for reading.[/I]

There was a slight irony to last night. It was New Year for New Zealand at the time, and I was on IRC where a discussion about DEILD came up. A passing comment I made was "I won't get lucid tonight. I'm going to bed too late."

Oddly, I did get lucid. And it was for the first time in a good long while. You see I stopped caring about lucid dreaming because I was always too tired, and I've had to scrape my way back to successful induction. But last night I had a rather successful DILD.

Loafs words if "wisdom" from IRC: [I]If WILD is a candy bar you find in your hotel mini-bar, DILD is the chocolate you find on your pillow.[/I]

Anyway without further ramblings, this is my very short but neat taster of lucidity again...
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I am in my bedroom and I start to notice things are shifty. I do an RC and I have four fingers. Then I do the nose plug RC about three times to confirm I'm asleep, [B]and it works of course.

I am quite excited. I had already premeditated what I'd do: put some TNT in the microwave, and then drive off and explore.

So I stand around in the hallway for a moment to collect myself and remember what I was going to do. My memory is a tad shot because the dream went on for a short while before I got lucid (I just can't remember exactly what apart from a few vague clues).

Once I remember what I wanted to do, I act in a rushed manner. There is something gloomy or washed out about this dream that I don't like. My immediate thoughts are that its a sign of instability. DILD always is a little shit that way.

I go into the kitchen and continue out the plan I formed in waking life. I'll find the stick of TNT which will be in any of the cupboards. My method of control is to be suggestive and believe things will work no matter what (after all, there is no reason it shouldn't work, its a dream). So I tell myself "ah, thats where I left the TNT", convincing myself further that it was inside the cupboard. I open the doors and sure enough a stick of dynamite... or uh TNT, I'm not sure which but it looks like three sticks strung together with string with a fuse on the end. You know, that stereotypical video game bomb lookalike. Anyway I pick it up and decide before I stick it in the microwave it wouldn't hurt to light it for good measure using a match.

I know where the matchbox is IRL in the kitchen so no suggestion or dream control was needed here. I get the matches and try to light one, but it keeps setting fire to my thumb. Specifically the nail that keeps catching on fire. But I manage to light the fuse, throw the explosives into the microwave, and set the timer to 08:00.

I run behind one of our sofas and watch. My mother runs in and joins me, and some black dude out of nowhere also crouches down and watches. The microwave smokes a lot and there seem to be sparks or something lighting up the inside. But no boom.

Eventually the microwave door slams open in a bang and smoke comes out, but its not the realistic explosion I was hoping for. Pathetic.

I find some car keys in the house and put them in my pocket. I go to the hallway and put my shoes on; the laces all come loose and undone but I feel rushed still. I suppose its odd in some ways that I feel the need to do things like put shoes on. I even put my seat belt on when I drive in cars in dreams.

I leave the house and go to the car. I open the doors and start it up. It struggles at first, and I can't seem to drive it. [/B]I lose lucidity and the dream sort of twists here into something about me learning Russian.

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[I]Loaf has decided this dream may be too long for some readers, so use the reference below to skip to the parts you want to read.[/I]

[QUOTE]1.1 Visiting a School
1.2 The Gunman
1.3 Farmers Land
2.1 Tsunami Alert
2.2 Near Drowing
3.1 YouTube
3.2 Lucid Brush[/QUOTE]


[B]1.1 [/B]I am visiting a school. I have work I should be doing from another school but I'm only at this school to make use of the facilities and help out. I meet one of the teachers, sit around for a bit, then drag up a blue chair into a class room to sit around and observe.

I turn to the left and I see an old teacher of mine (I'll just refer to him as Mel). He looked at me, identified me, and smiled. I shook has hand, thinking about how much of a douche I found him. We spoke for a bit, he explained how he was doing relief work at the building and some sort of new training for his job.

[B]1.2 [/B]A fire alarm must go off about here, because the dream skips and I am walking the corridors holding a massive black piece of plastic that has a little fold in the very bottom so it can stand up by itself. I'm not sure what its for but I need it for some reason. I check all the fire doors, then everyone meets at the front of the building. I get bored and start balancing the plastic on my head, before a member of staff at the school berates me for messing around in an emergency situation.

Suddenly there are gun shots. Some guy with shortish black hair that goes down to his ears starts shooting with what looks like a shotgun. There is screaming and chaos, I drop everything and leg it. People are running in every direction to get away. I run around the school to a small train station, jumping off one of those little bridges that goes over the train tracks and landing on them. My brother, Sam, is next to me. We keep running while people fall over and scream at every gun shot.

[B]1.3 [/B]The further we run the simpler our surroundings become. Just mountains, trees, grass, a dust path. We get to a farm where a farmer and his wife hang over their low (and rickety looking) wire fence. The path dips a bit and their land is raised so they are looking down on us. At first they look sort of "computer generated" and my mind starts ticking, but I miss lucidity as I get sucked into the conversation.

We speak to them and basically convince them to let us stay in their house. They agree, and I feed their horse (who comes walking up during the conversation) some hay. I seem to magically have a large bale which I give to the farmer as thanks.

[B]2.1 [/B]The dream fragments. My family and I, including Sam who IRL came to stay for Christmas, are running up a large mountain-like hill on the farmers property. I have a camera which has all this old footage on it. It seems we were having a holiday and now there is a disaster alert of a tsunami. We get to the top of the hill, some others are there too. I delete some of the footage on the camera as its memory is full, as I want to record the waves. You can see them coming in.

[B]2.2 [/B]Suddenly my brother and sisters run down the hill to a house. I follow in panic. The house looks a lot like our old one. I yell at them to get out, but end up having to go inside. As we get to the back of the house, water starts pooling and breaking through a wall. Its ankle deep at first, but in seconds up to my knees. I grab my smallest sister, Phoebe, who is struggling to stay a float and hold her tight. I am recording everything.

My brother grabs my other sister and some other kid who followed, and my father appears (claiming he was looking for us) as the water is waist deep. We need to get out quickly or we'll drown. Luckily we just make it out the door. I swim for a little bit and make it to the hill, my sister holding on tight.

"Don't worry, I'll never let you go." I tell her as she is crying. When we make it to the top of the hill, I am shocked and crying. I film some more of the damage but the water just keeps rising, getting rougher and stranger in how it moves. At one point a gigantic splash made the water turn into a gigantic, transparent, blue mountain which held still for about 5 seconds before falling away.

[B]3.1 [/B]Soon the water disappeared. So I decided to edit the video. I began putting a video together for YouTube with the footage. However the camera was uploading things by itself, so I had to go online and stop the operations and delete the footage the camera had slapped onto my account. I found a tab "Local Devastation" videos (I think it said that, might have been 'Local Destruction') a special category for New Zealand destruction videos. The whole country must have been wiped clean. [B]3.2 [/B]But then I wonder, is this even real? I refresh the page and the text has changed, and the "Local Devastation" tab is gone. [I]I then get lucid realizing this can't be real. I decided to type in "www.therealyoutube.com" to see what would happen. It took me to a lucid dreaming website.
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By this time I awoke.

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I am sitting around in a cafe in the city, drinking something and working on my laptop. John, the director of my old high school, comes in saying that the articles I wrote for a student newspaper were terrible.

(In reality, I had a student paper that I managed and wrote for that he read and supported).

"I've read them again, how could you write about them like this?" he argues. I feel shocked. He had always supported my writing IRL, even when it caused controversy, and also claimed to read it.

"I guess this means you never read it. I don't care what you think about the content." I told him. He got angry and shouted and stormed around, seeming to think it was very serious.

In the dream, I had apparently written an article about the Green Party in New Zealand politics. I seemed to remember writing it even though I never had.

Anyway, I was forced to leave the school and found myself walking along the streets. I tried to gain access to the headquarters of the Green Party but I couldn't get past the reception.

I then seemed to realize that there was some shocking link between my student newspaper, John, and News of the World. I sneak into their building and find James Murdoch in a room with a projector and a white board looking at papers and talking to someone, I try to talk to them but I get shouted at and guards take me away.

As I am pushed out the door I shout, "I am going to sue you!!! I MEAN ITT!!" :lol:

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[I]Loaf has decided this dream may be too long for some readers, so use the reference below to skip to the parts you want to read.[/I]

[QUOTE]1.1 Strange Advice from a Creepy Woman
1.2 Racist Attack
2.1 Gang Murder
2.2 Dumping the Body
3.1 The Wildfire
3.2 Committing Suicide
3.3 Back Home[/QUOTE]


[B]1.1[/B] I am in my bedroom but it is part of a larger house. A "communal Dreamviews house" where other dreamers co-exist, among those of the spiritual inclination and others who claim to practice magic and astral projection, etc.

I am in bed but I hear banging down the hallway. A tall woman enters my room. She has longish orange hair, that stops just past her shoulders. Its not frizzy, but its not silky smooth either. She is quite a tall woman, in a sort of all in one shirt / skirt thing draped over her body. Her eyes are wide, she walks stiffly. Her expression looks empty, but extremely tense, as if she had just been stabbed in the stomach. I recognize her in the dream, though in reality she is new to me.

She comes over and sits on my bed, and leans in. I can feel the warmth of her breath as she talks to me.

"Clarity of vision....

"If you hear too many sounds at once, it overwhelms you. You can't distinguish a single sound. Sight is just the same...

"To be able to see clearly, you must remove all distractions of vision." she says.

She leans back at stares at me, then gives her best attempt at a smile and says good night, disappearing down the hallway. I lay back to sleep.

[B]1.2[/B] I don't recall this section of the dream, it lays as a blank piece of information in my DJ. All I know is there was a murder that was racially motivated.

[B]2.1[/B] I am in a car. In the passenger seat at the front. Somebody else is driving. There are two sets of seats in the back (must be a large car I guess). Sitting in them are other men in suits, all looking like they belong to a group or a gang. They look to me.

There is an argument. I don't recall over what, but I think it might have to do with the previous dream. I'm angry at what has happened.

"Okay then. Okay." I say frustrated. I lean back and take a handgun from one of the men behind me, then I shoot a single bullet in the heads of two of the men who were arguing with me.

By this point it is clear a woman is driving the car, as she looks at me then turns back to keeping her eyes on the road. The remaining passengers are shocked.

[B]2.2[/B] "We are going to keep driving this car, and then we are going to dump it in the ocean over there." I demand, calmly but angrily. The driver puts her foot down, and as we go over a hill we see a beach. The car speeds on wards. I open my window and undo my seat belt.

BAM. We bit water. I have a little struggle getting out of the car but soon enough I'm swimming. Only the woman and I seem to make it to shore, the others failed to escape or ended up elsewhere I guess.

A police officer on the beach notices us but is too ignorant to get what was going on. We walk away freely.

[B]3.1[/B] We walk into a forest. The ground is coated in orange leaves. Among them is a decapitated head of a man, talking and blinking. It makes a joke about not needing a voice box to speak.

It tells us about a fire that will come. It begins laughing manically. As I drop it and turn around, I see burning trees. I begin running.

[B]3.2[/B] I run back to our house. Its different then in reality. I think I might be back at the "Dreamviews communal house" because there are about ten others with me, all of different ages.

We look outside to see fire burning the house next door. Tiny flames begin to emerge in the walls of our house. A room begins to burn, so we all run to the back exit. Through the glass door we see burning. Everything around us is on fire, massive flames extending upwards. The sky is a deep orange. There is a smell of smoke getting stronger and stronger.

Some others decide to risk it and run through the fire. I don't want to burn to death. I tell somebody to kill me, they nod in understanding. I brace myself against a wall. Three bullets are fired into my head.

A man, with grey hair and a brown suit, turns around and shouts in shock. The others watch as I die. They have to hurry on wards though, time is precious. The other man decides to stay with me and burn alive. We die together alone.

[B]3.3[/B] I return home, but as a different person. The building has been rebuilt. I hear stories of the two skulls sitting in a pile of ash at the back entrance before the demolition. I seem to know that was me.

I don't know what happens to the people who ran from the fire, but the dream implies they returned to the site as well.

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I am arrested and taken to jail. I don't seem to understand why, but I know its a mistake. I SWEAR I'M INNOCENT AHHH.

So anyway I'm taken to this room with a table, I have to give them my clothes and anything else. I'm required to put on one of those orange prison uniforms. I'm wondering why I need to do this as there was no trial, or any reason for me to be here.

They want to do some test, but they won't tell me what it is. So they give me this little material pouch to poop in for some reason (yep, this is where it gets a little fucked up). It doesn't seem right, so I just look at it and play around with it in my hands. It breaks, and a little hoop of metal at the top of the pouch hidden under the material breaks away. It all falls apart.

Suddenly three women walk in, all inmates at the jail. A black woman steps forward.

"You gonna give this to us, got that?" she demands. I just nod.

"Uh, right yeah. Sure just take it I don't care." I push it forward. She takes it and they leave.

Detectives and a guard walks in. They see that I've dismantled the material pouch and harbored the metal, but they don't realize it was an accident. They demand I identify who did it, thinking the metal could be used to make a weapon or a lock pick.

"Hey, no wait stop. This is a misunderstanding." I say. I then get worried that I'll be considered a snitch if I explain what happened and I'm too scared to say anything so I just tell them to go away. Before I'm taken to my cell I wake up.

[B]Fragments & Other Bits[/B]

I'm searching for iMac G3's, a dream I often have these days. They always appear much smaller in the dream. I find a van with them in but every time I pick one up it breaks.

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I've just been swimming in shit, so I'm glad to be on my feet and out of the nightmarish dream setting [SIZE="1"][1][/SIZE]. Lets move on...

I am sitting in a subway cart. Its quite packed. A few people are standing, but I've scored myself a chair. I am surrounded by my family, but they just sit there as mindless DCs. We are sitting at the front end of the cart.

The lighting is quite realistic. A clinical, slightly dim, atmosphere from white light bulbs. There are some posters stuck to the wall to my right. One looks like a black poster promoting a band. Or maybe an energy drink.

The subway train chugs on, as I bump about on my seat. Its not the smoothest trip ever.

I look up to see a man standing by the door that leads into the next cart. He looks like he is in his very early 20's. He has short hair, slightly ruffled, colored in a sort of light mouse-brown. He is wearing a jacket, it looks dark green and black with a crossed pattern on it. He is holding an MP3 player, he catches my attention when he takes it out of his pocket and looks down at it, presumably changing the song he is listening to. He also has a satchel, the bag resting on his left leg with the strap over his right shoulder.

I stare at him. Soon enough he looks up and glances at me, before looking away. He looks like he is thinking, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks back at me. We stare at each other. I don't move, I don't speak, I just look directly at him, now bent on intimidating this guy.

He continues to stare. He seems confused, like he wants to come over and ask me something, or as if he recognizes me. It is silent apart from the sound of the subway train moving along, and the occasional rustle of a newspaper.

Our staring competition is over.

The cart lurches at dizzingly fast speeds, disorientating me as it makes a sharp, screeching turn, and throwing me onto another seat. My stomach lurches and I bash my head. I look up to see him still standing there. But my dream decides to disperse at this point.


[B]Fragments & Other Bits (Referenced Above)[/B]
[1] A dream in which there is a fight at a party in my house, I call the police and he is taken away, I follow them to see where he is taken. We all fall into a massive pool where sewerage is turned into fresh water, but we only have 10 seconds to get out before all of the fresh sewerage is poured back into the pool and we die from disease. I manage to get out of the pool two times and slip back in three times. I don't get out in time, its disgusting. Just disgusting.

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This hospital room is dingy. Disgusting. I feel physically sick looking at it. Let me out. [SIZE="1"][1][/SIZE]

I am leaving that place now. Making my way towards the glowing green light of an exit sign, the only bit of color in this nightmarish, dark corridor. Hearing voices is comforting.

I see group of school children dressed in little green uniforms with a yellow emblem sewn on the front. Their teacher is a man, short fuzzy brown hair, and a sweater to match. I've come out into a pristine railway station of some sort, that resembles that of the grand central terminal. Only the walls are made of glossier, darker slabs of what looks like marble. I follow the group down the staircase, watching the teacher talk about the building's history to the class.

There are windows beside me. Looking outside onto the unflattering exteriors at the back of each building, hidden into alleyways away from street view. The sky is overcast for now. A thick layer of off-white cloud that makes me feel cozy to be indoors.

There is static. I can see little sparks of white light appear out of nowhere. It crackles in mid air before our eyes, in random positions around the general area. A spark hits my hand, and I flinch. I saw it strike me in my peripheral vision, right on the tip of the smallest finger on my hand. Its like a static shock, only twice as bad. It stings.

I push through the crowd of children to get down the staircase. I hear music. Its a choir of people signing, along with some kind of nativity play going on to the right of my view in a central area of the station. Despite this, there is nobody else in the entire building. Its empty.

I am on route to find home. I feel like there is a place I need to go, and its home.

I wonder the streets watching things go by. Cars are driving past, birds occasionally swoop in the sky and tweet away. Its a nice suburb, next to a waterfront where you can see the tall buildings of the central city in the distance. The houses are all nicely kept, with beautiful lawns. The street is spacious and airy.

Its the evening. A darkening blue sky mixes with the orangey sunset in the distance. A calm time of day to be walking. I stare at the clouds, watching them slowly move in the sky.

Then I lose it.

A fit of some sort. I collapse to the pavement, rolling on the concrete and uncontrollably moving and twisting my limbs, my body shaking intensely. A woman from across the street, who I noticed was watering a flowerbed in her front garden (yellow tulips neatly ordered) came running over. I can't focus on her face because all I can do is stare at the sky.

It is a light show. Dots... circles... patterns... shapes... colors. All morphing and twisting in the sky. In particular the color orange stands out. It is a beautiful spectacle. I'm having trouble appreciating it at this stage. But then I am released from this episode.

I see a large metal aircraft. Unbelievably huge, looming over the water between the city and this suburb I am in. The pretty shapes are coming from this strange ship. Then boom. Some very tinny sounding speakers begin playing [B]silent night[/B] at a volume that is enough to shatter windows and make your head cave in.

I get to my feet and try to run, plugging my ears with my fingers. I can only muffle the sound this way, but it helps. I begin running, nearly tripping over myself to get away.

[CENTER][SIZE="4"][I]"Silennnntt nighttt...... holllyyyyy niigghtt.... alllll iss calmmmmmm."[/I][/SIZE][/CENTER]

The music echos eerily, the sound so loud I am cringing. You can faintly hear car alarms going off in the chaos. The song continues playing, shattering the eardrums of people far and wide.

I've covered a lot of ground running, and the music has stopped. But the streets are mostly empty. I see a few men looting from houses. Another man is trying to protect his possessions. Somebody else appears to be getting into his car to evacuate the area. Everyone else has already gotten away.

I walk past a house and can see into the dining room. A half eaten meal is at the table... looks like sushi. The chairs at the table are askew.

I observe little else during my time in the dream world. There is an explosion at a house, and a murder is committed, but nobody needs to know about that. [SIZE="1"][2][/SIZE]


[B]Fragments & Other Bits (Referenced Above)[/B]
[1] A dream in which a friend of mine wins a room at an "apartment" then turns out to be a disgusting, dingy, clinical room at a hospital for some reason. The walls and floor are tiles, there is a stained bathtub and some medical equipment in the middle of the room. I feel physically sick in the dream for some reason.

[2] A short section of the dream that derails, where I meet a DC I had seen previous and we accidentally kill his father who happens to own a mob in the city; explosives were involved.

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[B][I]A dream journal by Loaf.[/I][/B][/CENTER]

[SIZE="3"]This post marks the seperation between my old DJ and my new and improved dream journal project.[/SIZE]

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[b]Log 15[/b]
[b][i]D.O.D[/i][/b]: Night of October 13th and morning of October 14th 2011
[b][i]Title[/i][/b]: Grandma Nation Trololol

[SIZE="5"][B]"[I]He then breathes out this black fog into my face which I breathe in despite resisting. My eyes go black and I find myself going mad and losing it...[/I]" - Part 4[/B][/SIZE]

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[B]Part 1[/B]
Before I get started, I spent about 5 hours tossing and turning, waking up with images of GTA3 in my head and snippets of dreams, and convincing myself I was Steve Jobs and that I was about to die. Anyhow, last night I got permission from Dark_Merlin to see if I could find him in a shared dream. In typical fashion, I had a poor nights sleep and never got lucid, so I never got around to trying. :(

Playing Liberty Unleashed, an online mod for GTA3

I am Steve Jobs, everyone keeps telling my the cancer spread to my kidneys

I am at my school suddenly.

I am in front of a TV watching it... my sister is there.

My best friend is showing me artistic pictures she did when she was younger on FaceBook.


[B]Part 2[/B]
I am in a wild setting... looks like Africa, but with lots of boulders and there is a cliff. Okay, maybe not as dry but you get the idea; lots of wild grass and trees and dirt. Some guy is with me talking about these bees, which subsequently turn and attack us. We run for our lives as a massive swarm chases us, the stingers hurt, for some reason the bees are suppose to be lethal. They look pretty beautiful though... in hindsight, almost robotic. Shiny bronze bodies.

I end up in a house that is rundown nearby. There is this man with ginger hair, at first I thought he was a presenter from TV in New Zealand (won't bother citing who, you won't know anyway hurr) but then I realized it couldn't be, he looked too different. We chatted, until a friend oh his (some guy with dreads who also looked like a New Zealand television personality) chased me around the house firing a staple gun at me. It couldn't pierce me as its not designed to shoot the staples at distance, they just fell. But he got too close as he was too fast and nailed a few in my neck. BASTARD. Stung a bit, especially to pull out.

Fragment of some old town... a store... and a "guy" according to my DJ. A big thanks to my night self for being so specific when taking these notes. Honestly...

Some note in my DJ about "grandma nation". Moving on...

[B]Part 3[/B]
I am to catch a train. Thing is, they leave really fast. I am indoors in a station, my friend alerts me my train to where I live arrives. Sure enough the intercom goes off. The trains are like massive toys. Blue bodies, with yellow patterns and a red roof. I go to sit on the train but I get a seat that is too close to the steam or smoke coming from the front, I don't want to get covered. I get off and go to get on, the guy on the intercom saying "quickly, only a few seconds". As I go to get back on in an enclosed seat a little further down the train, my friend shouts.
"NO JOSHUA, ITS TOO LATE STOP" she cries. Other people scream, as the train pulls away at great speed. I am holding onto the handles, my feet pulled off the ground, as my body dangles. I drop and jump on the ground, almost tripping over but luckily getting enough balance. Close call. Fuckin' trains are stupid.

[B]Part 4[/B]
In another African-like setting. There is a massive ditch of water in the middle of nowhere. Either side is a long gravel drive, on the right leading to the nation of "good" and to the right the nation of "evil". Naturally I go to the nation of good. There is some war going on between them, I get a residence inside the small fortified town of the "good nation" and become a part of their society. We all walk around in casual blue clothing, some in white robes. Sadly there is an ambush, from the people of evil, who are stereotypically dressed in rugged black clothing, have black eyes (no whites) and really knarly teeth. As I try to escape I get caught, one of them holds me down and his expression goes weird. He then breathes out this black fog into my face which I breathe in despite resisting. My eyes go black and I find myself going mad and losing it, until is a strange transition I have been possessed by something and I watch from 3rd person as I am now part of the "evil nation". I end up sacrificing myself for some weird ritual, it all goes a bit hazy.

Fragment of being in a swimming pool complex, about to leave until I meet an old teacher of mine.

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[b]Log 15[/b]
[b][i]D.O.D[/i][/b]: Morning of October 2nd 2011
[b][i]Title[/i][/b]: Earthquake Strike 3


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[B]Part 1[/B]

[SIZE="1"]Some background. In my city last year on September the 2nd there was a massive 7.1 magnitude earthquake at a shallow depth of just 10KM (6 miles). There have been several thousand aftershocks since; one of the worst occurred on February the 2nd 2011. It hit below the city center, at a magnitude of 6.3, also very shallow, occurring within the lunch hour at around 12:50PM. It was felt around the entire city, right to the edge and beyond at strong force. The vertical movement was hideous. Buildings collapsed, buses were crushed, and hundreds were killed; hundreds of buildings had to be demolished, and currently the city feels and looks disturbingly empty. In fact it is still not open to the public after over seven months. [/SIZE]

[B]Part 1[/B]
I awaken in my bedroom. My fish tank has moved, there is water around it. Everything in my room has fallen to the floor or moved. Its a big mess. I get up and run to the lounge-- it doesn't look like my house at this point. I look out a window and see the city, dust rising from the center.

"Its happened again; another big quake." my brother said, who was living with us again for some reason. I checked a newspaper which, amusingly, detailed the event even though it happened within an hour (relative to dream time). It read that the quake was 5.9 and there was also a 3.3 before it... kind of hard to read.

The dream fades. I am now in the city with my brother. Its like I've gone back in time in the dream and I'm another person. I am experiencing the earthquake, the building moving and things falling. It feels scary. It lasts for about 20 seconds. Everyone in the building including us begins to pile down the staircase trying to get out frantically.

[B]Part 2[/B]
I am lucid in part 2 (all of it).

I have been playing a lot of the good ol' GTA 3 and its been showing in my dreams.

I am at my old school. I begin to throw molotov cocktails at students and go on a shooting rampage (just to clarify, I did this just because I was treating the dream like a game, obviously I couldn't do this in reality haha). I casually walked to a car in the car park and got in. The keys weren't there and I don't know how to hot-wire obviously so I put my hands below the steering wheel near where you put the key in, and just imagined in my head that I had hot-wired the car and it had started. It worked of course, so I reversed, and drove away.

I stuck my hand out of the window, and felt the cool breeze; utterly stunning in dreams. I'll never get over the amazing details like that. I was just having fun, singing a song that was stuck in my head (and of course I sounded amazing in the dream haha) and driving recklessly. My throat got dry at one point and I choked, I wondered if I was really singing outloud IRL and stopped.

As I got around the corner the cars on the road started acting retarded and were driving on the pavement and crashing into each other. I scooted around them and floored it. I was trying to see if the streets were like they were IRL back at my old school. I decided to visit my old house. My car eventually disappeared though, I was on foot but didn't mind.

I approached a strange building that shouldn't have been there... it looked like an old church. It was partially destroyed, collapsing... looked a lot like a church I saw IRL that has since been demolished. I got out a rocket launcher and fired at it. It took two rockets because the rocket launcher was a piece of crap in the dream, but I knocked the ruin to the ground.

Suddenly a kitchen appeared in the middle of the street and seamlessly transported me into a real kitchen. I decided to make tomato sauce for some reason. I just threw in tomato's, water, sugar... I wasn't even sure what I was doing. After wasting plenty of ingredients, I ended up trying to find a blender to mix it all in. I was having trouble finding one, and the ingredients seemed to be getting bigger and the tomato mix was appearing in all the bowls I touched.

I have a false awakening suddenly. I wake up in my old house, in my old bed, and my mother is sitting next to me.
"HEY I HAD A DREAM WHERE YOU WERE MAKING TOMATOS OR SOMETHING IN THE KITCHEN HAHA," my mother shouted manically.

"Woah... do you think it was a shared... hey wait a minute. What the hell are we doing here?" I asked. I grabbed my mothers arm and counted her fingers.

"Eight fingers? What the fuck? This isn't even real, should have known." I laughed. My mother looked at her hands confused.

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[b]Log 14[/b]
[b][i]D.O.D[/i][/b]: Morning of September 8th 2011
[b][i]Title[/i][/b]: Limo


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[B]Part 1[/B]

Some dream that I can't remember, I'll leave this space open in case it comes back to me.


[B]Part 2[/B]

I am outside in a city. There is a modern building that intrigues me. I enter it and find its a McDonalds outlet. Personally I loathe the company and their food, but I was compelled to go inside. It was very modern in there, however the walls were angled strangely and the space was quite empty... seemed just like a tiled floor, windows, and some seats, but no food, kitchen, or staff. There was a drive-through but the window just opened into the dining space. There were three people dining, they looked like they had come together but were pissed off there was no service. Only one of the faces I recognized. I approached them. I'm lucid at this point.

"Well hello there." I said. They all turned and looked and me strangely. I picked up some small cups that were on a table (they oddly looked like those tiny little plastic cups where people put pills in before they give them to somebody). I focus on making them explosive in my mind. Then I throw them to the ground and they burst like firecrackers. The people stand up and come and look, shocked at what is happening. I lost it a bit and some of them wouldn't explode, so I decided to do something fun.

"There is a limo outside, lets go ride around in it and leave this dump." I said. They all got excited and agreed, so we walked outside. I focused on believing there was a black limousine pulling up outside. Sure enough there was. We walked to it and crawled over the seats to near the back. It was huge inside in length. I sat on one of those seats that is backwards, one of the people sat next to me, and the two others sat opposite us. As it pulled away we were laughing loudly, I was pulling out the champagne. I noticed Robert Downy Junior was in the seat behind us, he was in a suit, he had sunglasses on, and he was reading a newspaper. He looked up, moving his eyes only and not his head. I knew he wasn't impressed by the noise we were making.

Suddenly the dream skips. I am inside a house while Robert Downy Junior kills one of the people I took to the limo, and is beating the crap out of me. No matter what I do I can't over power him even while lucid. A single kick has me flying across the room. My nose and mouth are bleeding horribly, I can taste the blood.

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[b]Log 13[/b]
[b][i]D.O.D[/i][/b]: Morning of August 10th 2011
[b][i]Title[/i][/b]: The Coin Expo?


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[B]Part 1[/B]

I wind up in this massive convention hall. Outside its sunny, sand colored tiles on the ground, a big parking lot, those little white poles placed in front of the doors to stop cars driving too close. The sky was very blue. There were trees in the background, big green pine ones. People were walking in and out. I must have been in the lobby. It was more like the immediate entrance to the convention rather than a lobby. Scattered around were food stands, commercial stands, and in between were gambling machines where you could bet your coins for better or for worse. There were people everywhere like in a real convention. There was enough space to weave around, it wasn't overly packed but quite busy.

It seemed I had this strange currency on me just referenced as "coins". They were a strange mixture of New Zealand currency with a golden tint (some of the coins outdated like the 5 cent which hasn't been around for years) and other strangely shaped plastic yellow coins, like triangles and hexagons. I had them in my pocket. When I pulled a coin out, it was the size of a beverage coaster with little line indents on the sides (like real money) and a big "30" printed on the middle. It was a bright shiny golden color. I walked up to this grossly over sized slot machine that was about twice my height and the length of a small car in width but looked like one of those table ones you could buy in a store. It was confusing. I raised a coin, then turned my head and saw this older lady with strikingly white short hair that stands out in my memory. I think she may have had glasses. And perhaps a bag... one of those ones you can pull along. She looked at me then refocused her energy on her slot machine. Meanwhile at mine, I stuck the coin in and pulled a massive leaver, focusing my mind on it... I seemed to wonder if I could influence the machine to win if I just thought hard (its like I subconsciously knew this wasn't real and I was being hinted at what to do haha). I won! It made the mandatory celebration music and then slipped out about twenty coins with "30" on them, all neatly coming out of a tube. I picked them up and put them in my pocket feeling smug about my first attempt being such a success.

Now with money in my pocket, I continued on. I watched an Asian man prepare what looked like sweet and sour chicken over rice and sell it to some customers. I was intent on browsing. I think I may have been browsing at a bakery stall when I was informed that I could either be a guest in the convention and buy things, or have my own stall but I couldn't use the coin currency due to 'conflict of interest' however that is suppose to work. It was strange because there were gaps in the stalls that were "available" I can't explain it but you just knew you could go up and spawn your own stall. It was like I was in this weird virtual online convention.

I blacked out a bit. All I recall is finding myself back at a slot machine, then winning pockets full of coins with 250 on them. Two people I knew in the past named Cody and Joe came up to me and explained I was now rich for winning, I could do whatever I wanted. Apparently I hit the sweet spot of the coin currency winnings. It seemed now I could just pull out coins with 250 on them by the masses from my pockets.

I wanted to get an idea of how rich I really was. I went up to a juice bar and ordered a simple drink. It cost 12 cents in coins. In fact I even had a coin with 12 on it but I dropped it and lost it so I found two 5 coins and a 2 coin and handed that in. It was then I realized a 250 coin was equal to $250. And I had hundreds of them. I was rich here yay.


[B]Fragment[/B]

I'm in a school and I had a coin from the previous dream (a triangle 250 coin) and I pass it to someone but the teacher sees and gets into a bitch rant. I have a logical fight with her, she just gets angry and starts acting stupid and breaking things, it was like I broke the DC hurp.


[B]Fragment[/B]

Watching a really jumpy low frame rate 3rd person video of myself in a mansion in a room, laying there dead, then switching to a view of a sofa and every so often there would be a white flash. It then cuts away to me in the next room shaking my head, the flashing continues. I then partially see a blood pool. Suddenly I find myself in the dream, I spin around on the table and all this sinister music starts playing and I can hear screaming. I realize I'm going to end up in a really bad nightmare so I manage to wake myself up.