Recent DJ Posts

09-03-2017 -- Pat and I are in a house somewhere, in two separate rooms, but both trying to play the same computer game. Problem is, neither of us can manage to log in. Both keep entering what we think is the correct password and both keep bouncing. (When the wrong password is entered, the program just quits, so we have to relaunch.) Eventually I check carefully on the password and it seems to be something like 'play and spell' when we've been typing 'play and sleep', almost the same letters, but a different order. So we finally get it right, and are both able to play.

So about this time it is turning into the usual Runescape-based game that I am frequently playing in my dreams that includes running around to farm patches hidden away in the distant back of the game world in an area with a bit of a Morytania vibe, trying to find the nearly hidden herb patches that I need to pick, or at least tap. At the same time (also as usual for these dreams) it is becoming more and more live action, living the game, rather than just playing on a computer screen, and finally the location is starting to change to Disneyland. Strange but fun.

So soon I am running around Disneyland, planting seeds, picking herbs, and running around some of the restaurants at the same time. At some point I find myself getting quite hungry, and find myself on the outskirts of River Belle Terrace, talking about being hungry, and remembering the Mickey Mouse Waffles from the past. [I thought this was just a dream item, since I only knew about the Mickey Mouse pancakes, but a quick google search turns up the info that the waffles are real, too.] Anyway, there is an employee at the restaurant who seems to be a version of Greg S., even if I don't remember him all that well after all this time, who, even though I do not have enough money, decides to sell me a waffle for what I do have, so I am enjoying it.

But somehow something has come up where a family I know from around the parks has decided to adopt me and take me home with them. This is a strange thing, even in the dream, and there is a daughter in the family who may be somewhat upset with this, either because she does like me, or because she doesn't. I am unsure which. So at this point the dream is half taking place in Disneyland, and half in these peoples' home. They kind of look somewhat like the Bests, but they aren't. Their appearance is just very similar. I wake up in the master bedroom, between the two parents (nothing is going on, that's just where they seem to have had me sleep the first night) and move on to the breakfast table.

Just waiting for the daughter to get home and find me there to see how she reacts, and she is surprised, but doesn't seem to care. There is a son who largely reminds me of Bynner, who is not allowed to eat Chex cereal because it disagrees with him. The grandma is there, keeping an eye on everything. He knows he isn't allowed to eat the Chex, but he still kind of bites on the box and inhales to suck up just a couple of the cereal pieces and eat them. The grandma is horrified at the poor manners of this, but I find it hilarious, and do the same thing. In a way, there is a sort of a vampire vibe to it. We're laughing uproariously, while the grandma lectures us on manners and proper deportment.

The next thing I know, I find the family has gone for a walk through the neighborhood, and I am trying to catch up with them. There may be dogs involved in the walk, itself, or there may be dogs at the neighbor's house they end up visiting at ... I can't quite remember. I am surprised to discover the neighbors are the Bests (which is why I know my family looks somewhat like them, but aren't them), and they are very surprised to find that 'my' family has adopted me. Odd stuff.

All I remember in my dream was a group of people and maybe some driving. I also remember dreaming about my Magma M249 from Counter-Strike. I was able to select the colors and when selecting, I'd be in space looking at a cluster of colored stars.

10-09-2013 -- [Lots of connections to other dreams in this one, long and detailed, but perhaps not as interesting as some others.] I find myself in a sort of a carnival ride area that is a live action sort of version of a cross between Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and Tropico. The rides that I am interacting with can hold 6 people on one, and 8 on the other, and I can see the Tropico people-shaped 'slots' that they occupy (including the empty slots where there isn't a single rider to fill in).

The ride 'areas' are sort of circular / dome-like, and make me think of the round playground plots at Boisseranc Park, and it kind of feels like the earlier bits might be taking place there. I seem to be both trying to ride these carnival rides, and trying to ensure others ride them. But soon I find myself talking to BC, and the locale seems to be kind of shifting to somewhere in Kissimmee, and there are strong hints of a recent dream (about a week-and-a-half to two weeks ago) that I don't think I ever actually got written down or entered, where I ran into Chris V. who was helping me with something, and ended up going on a sort of river-like log ride without me because there were not enough seats.

Anyway, we are wandering around this area near downtown Kissimmee which is very close to where I'd interacted with Chris V., and we are discussing a meal that I really like that seems to be a cross between Ohana and something along the lines of Melting Pot, which I have also dreamed about in other dreams, frequently. To try and get either points or perhaps win money to allow me to pay for a meal, BC leads me to a very small 'ride' or game that only 'seats' one person, and is kind of along the lines of a sort of carnival game.

I find myself facing this very small booth with a kind of a panel (about the size of a math text book) that you push aside to reveal the insides of the booth. There is a sort of thin cardboard 'sheet' hanging here, like the thin cardboard backing on a note pad or something. It is kind of dangling there, surrounded by sensors, and you have to try and pull off the cardboard, and hopefully the 'tickets' attached to it will be drawn out, too. But if you trigger the sensor, the tickets will detach and remain in the machine, and the cardboard may even slip free of your hands, and be pulled entirely back into the machine, in which case you will have to wait for it to reset before you can try again.

The sensors include a motion sensor, and a 'sensor' which is kind of like the tension on a roll-up blind ... tug it the right way, and it will pull out. Tug it the wrong way and it will suddenly roll up and back in. And I really seem to suck at this, because about half the time I end up with just the piece of cardboard (in which case I have to try and feed it back in, like a bill in a bill slot, waiting for it to catch and be sucked back in) and the other half it just rolls back up. In either case, I need to wait several seconds for it to kind of reset before I can try again. I am winning no tickets, and it is getting more and more annoying.

Eventually things are kind of changing, and I find myself standing next to a big ship, with Steve K. (a friend from school) urging me to follow him onto it. The ship is an odd sort of a cross between a cruise ship and the Mark Twain. It only has three decks, and it isn't all that wide, but it is quite long.

Steve is dressed in a Disney costume that is mostly red and white with a hint of blue. It looks much like the costume I wore at Carnation Plaza Gardens, with just a hint of Frontierland to it. He is moving very fast, up and down stairways and across the decks, and I can't keep up with him. Soon he is out of sight, but as I run past servers and can-can girls, they are indicating he just ran past, so I know I am still on the right trail. Part of why I indicate this is a long ship is because it seems to stretch from downtown Kissimmee to Disneyland's Tomorrowland.

I step off the ship and find myself exiting through a Disney employee gate which is somehow in the middle of the Tomorrowland Concourse. (This is what it is called in the dream, I think it is also called this in real life, but it has been long enough that I am no longer sure.) It's the area where the tile murals used to be that were eventually moved to the Contemporary Hotel's Grand Canyon Concourse when they replaced Adventures Thru Inner Space with Star Tours. I step through to find myself staring across at a three or four tile square impact crater that seems to come directly from Roller Coaster Tycoon.

It is supposed to be the entrance to a ride or perhaps a show, but it doesn't seem nearly as impressive as it is supposed to be, and it may have been closed down permanently, which makes it really not as impressive as it otherwise might be. Since it isn't anything that special, I just find myself walking out of Tomorrowland, heading for the hub.

It is night time, and kind of dark, and as I approach the hub, and am trying to cross over to Coke Corner on Main Street, I find my way blocked by a parade. It is supposed to be a very grand night time parade, something like the Electrical Parade, but again, it isn't living up to it's reputation, and looks like something smaller and less impressive, like a new version of the basic 30 Years of Magic parade.

I am kind of hovering along, and I know I can fly, so I am considering just flying high into the air and crossing over the parade, but I know I often have problems while flying, and am afraid I will crash into something, and end up getting in trouble, so I convince myself it won't be long, and I will just wait for the parade to end. It isn't very special, and the crowds watching are rather thin as well. Eventually four people walk by carrying the rope that marks the end of the parade, and people start flooding across the street behind them, but as I try to do the same, a couple more people in costumes, old fashioned three wheel bikes, and a couple of small floats come rolling along. It seems they fell behind, and somehow the parade end did not wait for them, and they are now mad at me for being in their way.

I make it across to Coke Corner, just to find it is later than I thought, and Coke Corner is closed, the piano is locked up, and there is nobody here to play. In fact, almost the entire park is closed already, except the half of Main Street that is closest to the exit. There, the shops are still open. So I end up walking past a closed restaurant, kind of disappointed because I am still hungry, then I end up crossing back over to the other side of the street, as I get near the tobacco shop, magic shop, and the corner shop, which is selling plates and ceramics and the like.

I find a supervisor suddenly berating me and bothering me, saying I am not allowed to just tear down the decorations and steal them, and I have no idea what he is talking about, but then I glance at my hands and find I am holding one of the pole pennants, the kind they had for special events like State Fair or Circus Fantasy. It is really cheap, and made of cardboard, and I didn't even know I had it. It literally fell off the pole and into my hands, and I was kind of fiddling with it and twirling it around without even realizing I was holding it.

I explain this to the supervisor, and hand it over to him, but he doesn't believe me, and explains they are going to be keeping an eye on me. Unfortunately I can't seem to stop fiddling with things, and without meaning to, keep just grabbing things as I walk along and playing with them, getting more and more people upset with me.

Soon I have crossed to the other side of the square again as I walk past City Hall, and then under the train tracks, heading for the exit gate. I am making my way through, and now find myself fiddling with something that looks almost like a blue cookie, and try to apologize and hand it to the security guard as I pass through the gate, but he doesn't seem to want it, so I guess whatever it is, it isn't another part of the decorations that I have accidentally stolen.

As I exit the park into the parking lot, I head toward Harbor House, rather than toward the Disneyland Hotel. I find myself staring at a water park (closed) that is right in front of the train station, which I have also seen in a few other dreams, but since it is after midnight, I don't have any chance of visiting it.

I know that I did not actually drive to Disneyland (I took the boat to get here, remember?) but somehow I still think I will find a car of mine that I can drive home in, somewhere in the Bambi parking section. Of course, since I didn't drive it here, I have no idea where in the Bambi section it might be. I want to cross over into the parking lot itself, but there is a tram in the way, and a cast member is trying to tell me I can't get in the way of the tram.

But I am already floating, and snap something along the lines of bi***, please! I can fly right over that tram! I'm not trying to cuss, it's just kind of a figure of speech. Problem is, the parking lot has been filled with all kinds of stalls and shops and services as Disney tries desperately to suck every possible dollar from their customers, and it makes it more and more difficult to move through the parking lot and actually find one's car.

There is a hint of some kind of a brief scene with some 'wholesome' Disney tweener star who has gone off the deep end (ala Mandy Moore or Miley Cyrus) and is now rather slutty and Disney wants to distance themselves from her, but then I find myself wandering through a candy store in the parking lot. I am looking for Swiss Petite Fruit, but as usual, these days, nobody carries them, which disappoints me. I am still hunting for my car as I wake up.

09-21-2013 -- Somehow I am kind of flying over a mostly dried out drainage ditch as a part of a sort of live-action video game. I'm kind of turning brown squares blue and changing land into water in a sort of odd live version of a combination of Tropico and Roller Coaster Tycoon.

Soon I have landed and am standing in the drainage ditch, and I seem to be laying out these strange double discs, about the size and shape of dinner plates, except back to back so they look kind of like giant yo-yos. I'm setting them down in a sort of a grid pattern across the width of the drainage ditch in a row, and they somehow either conjure or teleport in large amounts of water. So I lay down a row of these, then shift forward three or four feet and lay down another row (about 8 across each tie), then move another few feet and put down another row, and slowly but surely they are producing enough water to start forming a pretty decent river.

As time goes on, I continue bulking up the river, but soon I am also starting to place or create the land around the river, laying out this marble-like beige base. As I am creating more and more land and water, and producing what is needed to sustain life in the area, more and more people are kind of being 'generated' to populate the area, and a town name suddenly appears on the map, proclaiming this to be Youfoundmeland, which sounds completely silly to me.

For some reason, I really want to name the place New Hereford. I guess because I am creating both the river and the ford, and both are here. I think this is in England, and I have been creating the Thames, and they already have a Hereford, hence New Hereford. Meanwhile, since this is the Thames, which has been very polluted for parts of its life, I am wondering if it is really safe to drink, even if the water I have been teleporting or conjuring in seems to be very clean and clear. I still worry it might be being polluted within a foot or two of where it comes gushing out of these 'plates.'

So I am standing in this city that has just been founded, and they love me and respect me for bringing about this land, which is why they want to name it Youfoundmeland, and I don't want to argue with them because I fear I might hurt their feelings, but I really don't like the name they've chosen. So I decide I won't say anything, I'll just try to change it, and maybe they'll like the new name better ... and if not, I can always change it back.

So I am looking around, and on a marble-like hillside next to a bend in the river where the major town seems to be springing up, I spot what almost looks like a sort of a key right sticking out of the dirt. It has the look of the kind of key ring with the little latch that flips up, allowing you to easily add keys. I flip it up, which produces a kind of cell phone-like keypad that serves as a controller for the area, and I try to type in the new name.

Problem is, the keypad seems damaged, and kind of thrown together from spare parts, and keys have been pasted over the top of other keys and what I am trying to type is not coming out right at all. But I keep plugging away at it. Meanwhile, there is a nice lady here who seems kind of disappointed that I am trying to change the name, but really impressed that I am able to. Kind of hints of Tron, like I am a user able to do things that the programs around me can't really do, even if I don't seem all that sure about what I am doing.

Meanwhile, things seem to start over, kind of like a reset has been pushed or something, except now I seem to be creating the land in a matrix about six squares by eight squares by about six squares deep, three dimensions, programming land and water and a ceiling in a sort of tunnel system while Albus Dumbledore is trying to control me and lecturing me disapprovingly, trying to tell me how he wants me to do it, but I am convinced he is an absolute idiot!

Meanwhile all this is going on while I have this absolutely lovely woman almost trying to worship me, and I am trying to explain to her that it is no big deal. Two of us just started to try and terraform the area at the same time in the game, which somehow brought it to life or something. Nothing we planned to do, it just happened, so we don't really deserve all this attention for it.

07-18-2013 -- A hint of superheroes but nothing I can remember. I soon find myself in a half-life half-computer-game war of colors. We are on a large hexagonal 'circle' surrounding a sort of hexagonal mountain. Each hexagon forming the circle is kind of large, perhaps 40 or 50 meters per side. I'd say we started at about 8:00 and moved counter-clockwise.

There were six color choices, and a large, slightly pixilated 'paintbrush' that seemed to be in different shapes for different colors, and you half reached for it and half grabbed it with your mind, moving it around the landscape to sort of 'paint' the ground and claim it. I am not sure what color I started with, but I changed colors a couple of times in the first few seconds as I ran like a mad-man painting my colors in every direction.

There were a bunch of other kids/teen playing, grabbing other colors and spraying them, though some moved faster than others. I think I settled on purple fairly early on, and with some others went sprinting counter-clockwise. By the time we reached around 4:00 there were two or three of the colors battling it out for the area, and the ones slower to catch on, still around the 8:00 or 7:00 position realized they were never going to catch up with us in that direction, and figured they better start painting and claiming ground going clockwise.

Since we had a lead, we matched up with some of the other colors around the 12:00 position, and as both sets of groups rushed at each other I sprinted to the meeting point to claim to be the first one to have made it 'round the world.' It made more sense within the dream logic. Somehow though I had been purple throughout the entire thing so far, by the time I came against blue at 12:00, I seem to have changed to green and to have been green the entire time.

Purple turned out to be lead by Pricilla Mooseburger in a very professional purple clown costume. Being as I was not on her team, I think that is why I was suddenly green (though with purple leanings.) [Didn't realize it until now, but the purple/green conflict might have been caused by a Drazi episode of Babylon 5.] Graham seems to be 'leading' the green group (though not as Hathaway, which might have made sense) and he is reminiscing with some of us about the Adventurers Club and how we all miss it, and talking about some upcoming event where we'll all get together to do a 5 year celebration or something, with some of the other regulars around.

I find myself talking to Joe Simon about old Disneyland shows, and a time I bought a drink at the Disneyland Hotel (which the event I was recalling was actually from some other dream in a pub in England) and he is trying to relate it to a non-alcoholic drink, but I say no, it was something alcoholic. Reminds me of one of my friends who could never remember whether it was the yakoose juice or the kungaloosh that was alcoholic.

Meanwhile Graham is handing out large strings of Mardi Gras beads (where the individual beads are about 4" diamond shapes) usually in the color of the person's team, but somehow he can't decide if I am purple or green, so he gives me both, which somehow goes well with my scarf, even if it is purple and blue. Soon we are taking pictures near a parade float which is actually a three level ice skating rink which Priscilla is skating on, and it is some sort of publicity photo, as we have been a part of a fund raising program for some sort of orphan charity or something.

We're told to hug up on one another and I end up with Abby (NCIS) in my arms for a kiss, though soon she is a different woman, and then a third, Chris Townley, who I knew from school. The woman keeps shifting. It's like there is really some chemistry between Abby and I, but I don't know if I have the nerve to say anything to see if it can become something. Meanwhile, Priscilla seems to have a bit of an attitude with me (all in fun, I think) and is asking us if the next time we can avoid looking like a brother and sister kissing.

After the photo taking, we're moving back to the parade-float ice rink, which has now turned into a small purple stage with signs on it warning people to stay out from under it, and Priscilla is about to do a magic show (which is why she doesn't want people under the stage getting into her props) and I decide to grab a seat in the front row, planning to heckle her in return for her photo comments. (I know how you did that one ... I'm not going to tell, but I know ... that one, too ....)

First off, I should explain a couple of things about Dink Smallwood - it's a free-to-download computer game created by a guy named Seth - who put himself in as the main villain at the last level. He's kind of known for his evil sense of humor.

The dream starts, as far as I can remember, in the game. Everything looks like the game - not at all realistic, and I'm viewing myself from above - but it feels real to me. As I enter the final dungeon, the floor starts falling out. I tell myself that it's normal for the game, but now that I wake up, I know it wasn't.

Somehow the dream shifts without me knowing it. I'm in a walled area instead of a dungeon, and I'm seeing though my eyes instead of above. Everything is realistic now, too. I just couldn't tell the difference.

To my right, a door opens and a few people walk through. I think they were both girls, but I can't be sure. They weren't really part of the dream.

We're in a house that is fairly good sized, considering it's in a densely packed neighborhood in a city somewhere. The people explain that I was in a virtual reality program - like a holodeck from Star Trek, if you're familiar - that was being controlled by Seth, the creator of the game.

I met Seth (at this point, I was pretty fangirlish. Part of my dream, because I'm not actually that big a fan of Dink Smallwood, so meeting Seth wouldn't be that big a deal) and watched him with another game he was working on.

I honestly don't remember what else passed before the rest of the dream, but my sister popped up, and one of the girls was revealed to be a friend of hers that I know in real life. Seth left the room where he was working and came out, doing something with this giant keyboard-thing he carried everywhere. It pretty much controlled everything in the house.

Then there was a slightly boring period that I don't remember well. My dreams do that a lot - slip away in pieces.

The next thing I remember is being attacked by a whole bunch of, like, Arab raiders or something, complete with curved swords and facial covers. Everyone in the house was busy fighting. That was when I realized I was dreaming, and started to control it.

Oh man, it was so fun. I never have lucid dreams. Sometimes I realize when I'm dreaming, but I can never remember to try controlling it. I stopped the swords before they could do anything and immobilized the attackers.

Then, of course, I lost the thought that it was all a dream. It was fun while it lasted.

We (we being my sister and me) left the house - returned once because we had forgotten something - and suddenly I was back in the game, in a level I had never seen before. My father was there too, watching. He was the only realistic looking thing in the game.

Then I woke up.

I got up, changed into my clothes, went to have breakfast.

Then I woke up.

I hate "dreams within dreams" but at least the lucid part was fun, if brief.

19-10-11 Tried to keep intentions to a minimum as it worked so well the night before, but I was quite excited and experienced shitty recall.

“Family zombie bashing mission”

We are heading out on a zombie bashing mission. No one except me really knows how to go about this except me, so I start explaining what people can expect and how they should act etc. My family look rather surprised at me for knowing this stuff.

I explain that they should start with getting hammers, clubs and other blunt weapons as they work well against zombies. Croquet mallets that sort of direction I continue to explain, work really well for smashing skulls. They look at me wide eyed utterly surprised that I know this shit. They start laughing a bit, but they do take me seriously and start collecting their gear.

I walk into my room and talk to my dad. He asks me why I think he was absolutely hammered yesterday, and he explains that he was up all night making weapons for this mission. I think that sounds like a perfectly valid explanation for his drunken behaviour during the dream ^^.
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“My flat mate doesn't know how to quest”

I come back to the flat and Thure has been in charge of my questing. I have this quest that says I have to be back within an hour, and he seems to have neglected this. When I am walking around and into the room where the people who gave me the quest are standing I notice they have red circles under their feet indicating that they are hostile, and they attack me. The dream shifts into 2D and my perspective shifts “above” the scenario.

I speak to Thure about it and we joke and laugh. Apparently it means that I loose 10 reputation for this, which is bad..

Continued from: Dreams change - A stay at an ice hotel on another world - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

I can hear voices. They are very gentle voices whispering unknown names.
I feel like I'm floating.
Am I in SP? Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming within the dream?
I try to open my eyes but I can't.
I can't feel my eyes, in fact, I can't feel my body at all.
But I remain calm, I'm not worried at all.
I like the whispering voices, they are so calm.

Once of the voices gradually becomes louder:

"Wake up sleepy head!"

Huh? what? My eyes finally open.
Yuya is leaning over me.

"You weren't kidding when you told me you were a deep sleeper."
"How late is it? It feels way too early to get up."
"Does it matter? You do realize that you're technically asleep anyways yes?"

Huh? ... oh... OH!

I get our of bed.

"I forgot."
"Of course... don't forget to breathe. "

I don't get that she's making fun of me at first, and think about whether I have to breathe or not.
As soon as I get out of bed I realize how cold it still is.
I realize that I'm still in the same bedroom as before, but the thought is very vague and in the back of my head.

I start rubbing my hands instinctively.

"Cold?"
"No... I'm... stabilizing?"
"Does the dream seem unstable to you?"

I can literally feel everything.

"No."
"Then stop rubbing your hands and let's do something productive, alright? "
"Yes... how about we go somewhere... a bit less cold?"
"It's an interesting experience for sure, but I think I've had enough of it."
"Haha, alright, let's go to the other side of the planet, I think you're gonna prefer it over there."

She does the bubble teleport trick again. I have no idea how it works, but it is very quick.

We end up in a new location. It feels a bit dark at first, but my eyes quickly adapt.
In fact I very quickly acquire the surreal version I've experienced quite a few times in my dreams.
The landscape looks amazing!



Everything is sort of dark, yet anything that emits light is so colorful and bright.
The contrast between things is extreme.

"There's a small village right over there."

We're walking towards it slowly, I'm in no hurry.
I really enjoy just being here. Everything is so beautiful,
the temperature is just right, and there's a nice breeze of fresh air.

I take a closer look at Yuya as we walk along this path, discussing random things.
My vision is so good, I can see the pores on her skin.
She's so beautiful...

"Are you staring?"
"Err... it's... for science!"
"Haha... you monster. "

The portal reference amuses me.

We have to cross a bridge before entering.
There's a few funny looking animals floating in the sky above the bridge.
They all look like they belong in the sea rather than the sky, but they're interesting to look at nevertheless.



Everything is so colorful. I really love it when I have this surreal vision.
I should focus on it more often.

We finally enter the village.
It is inhabited by humanoids.
I've met their kind before, they're very similar to humans, except they are in some kind of symbiosis with plants.
You can see it very clearly if you look at their hair, because it's intermixed with plants growing out of their heads.
It looks kinda cool. Some of them also have wings.



We sit down at a bar out in the open. It's a really nice evening.
I suddenly realize that even though I'm always intrigued and amazed by these alien creatures,
I never actually talk to them.
It's time to change that.
There's a women sitting with us at the bar, why not talk to her?

"Hey, I'm Hyu, nice to meet you!"

Well, that might have been a bit formal.
She looks at me curiously.

"Hey! What species are you?"
"I'm human."
"Ooh, interesting! Spirit or dreamer?"
"I'm dreaming."

Oh wait, that's right. I AM dreaming.
Well, I guess I haven't really forgotten, I just haven't thought about it for some time.

"So, what do you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"In waking life, what do you do?"
"I err..."

Yuya looks at me funny.

"He's programming computer games."
"Oh, what's that?"

I'm not sure how to explain, but I can feel Yuya's thoughts,
which make it quite clear that all 3 of us could simply share our thoughts and
my explanations would make perfect sense.

So I proceed to explain what computer games are, and what programming them involves.
I'm really surprised by how well she understands everything, she is super excited to hear
about virtual games from another world.
Yuya becomes rather interested as well and we end up discussing what I am currently working on.

I talk about quadtree terrain, tesselation, atmospheric scattering, all sorts of things,
and everything makes perfect sense to them.
Even though I find some of the topics rather difficult, because they're rather new to me,
I am able to explain everything perfectly.
This is a lot more difficult in waking life.
Explaining what a quadtree is, and why it's useful for terrain is usually enough to fuck with people's minds.

Yuya and the other girl keep asking questions about computer games.
I try to show both of them a few games by projecting memories of playing them into their minds.
I end up showing them a few images from Portal, and they find the game concept amazing.
Logic puzzles seem to be very popular in the dream world.

After some time I feel the dream drifting away.
That's really unfortunate, I'm enjoying myself a lot.
I can't seem to prevent it by willpower though, and I'd feel stupid spinning around.

"Aww... I'm waking up..."

The words don't really leave my mouth, they just echo in my mind.
I wake up...

It's only after a few seconds that I realize how long this dream lasted.
My mind must be playing tricks on me, because combined with the last dream,
this felt like it lasted for at least half a day easily.

10-08-11 (This might be a non-REM dream) I am at El Castillo, I am hundreds of dreamers floating around the pyramid. I hear a woman's voice shouting “My daughter, she is lucid take her vision” I think am sort of waking up myself, but I try and see if I can lock onto this girl and find a vision “inside the dream” to stabilise. In the meantime I can feel that some of the dreamers, that are me, have found a way inside the pyramid. Everything is growing darker and darker and I wake up.
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The HH tests! (the following contains some weird ass HH happenings that deserve attention, especially considering I was lying in bed for almost 6 hours this night without being able to fall asleep)

I am somehow involved with a vampire in need of aid and I am presented with a choice. I can find someone else to help her or I can do it myself. I know she needs blood to survive, though I think I am a vampire myself and I know I am experiencing either HHs or non-REM dreams.

Hence I know I am in no danger and tells the narrator that she can have my blood. So I open a hole in my arm of about an inch in diameter and let her loose.
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I am smelling sulphur, which to my understanding means presence of a demon. I have never experienced olfactory hallucinations before and decide to take precaution. I envision my body filling up with light and address the demon.

“You are not welcome here, you have no power here, this isn't your realm, this isn't your home”.

After having said this in a fairly firm tone the smell is gone and I feel quite relaxed and comfortable.
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I am lying in my bed and all of a sudden I feel myself being pulled towards the light. I feel somewhat feminine, but I know I am dreaming and I know I am headed for the pyramid. I scream something silly like “Weeeeeeeeeee!” in excitement about actually managing to go there on my first attempt.

Until. I am punched in the stomach on my right hand side it is not a physical punch, in fact it reminds me of of the energy I felt, when I was relaxing my body earlier, except stronger and not under my control.

The energy doesn't stop there it travels in a quick violent wave up my spine and exits just on the left side of my neck, just above the brain stem, cutting my connection to the light and the dream.

Notes: I felt this “punch” for quite some time throughout the night, though this could easily be explained by being in a permanent state of vulnerability to HHs.
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I am looking at an apartment for my mate, Tim. He can't be there himself so I explain that to the people who lives there. The house looks crooked and unstable a bit like Charlie's from the movie with the chocolate plot.

I walk around inspecting things while the couple living there tries to sell it to me. I am not particularly impressed and I tell them this. They ask if it is because of the mess and I take a quick look around to see if that could have somehow formed my first impression.

But it isn't the mess. In fact as I look around it the second time it looks bigger than what I have previously thought.

I go upstairs to a ledge and ask how one would go outside to the balcony I saw from the garden. The man explains that you can't.

I explain that I will give my description of the house to Tim, but I find it highly unlikely that he would want to live here.

The man tells me that it is nice that I am honest, so they don't have to guess at my reaction. Then they explain that they are actually owning the place and that it was meant to get rented so they had a little extra for when the baby arrived.

Skip

I speak with Tim and explain how the house looked and he confirms that he would have no interest in living there.

Skip

We are trying to go somewhere and we have a plane, the rain is pouring down and we can't see a thing. We are driving downhill trying to take off, but we don't have a strip and we don't really know what is in front of us due to the heavy rain.

I stop the plane as I don't dare keep accelerating as we are driving blindly. We get out and notice that we have stopped just in front of a high way.
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I am in a shoot em up computer simulation and it would seem like my team can't really get further than what they have done so far. I decide to join in.

The first obstacle is that we have to get to this little bunker on the beach. I have to go into this and do something in order to capture it. I have an old school sniper rifle with me, which I use to shoot a rather large kid looking in the doorway.

I keep shouting to my team that they have to listen out for something, think it may be glass breaking or something, in any case it has to do with the little bunker I am in.

I think we fail the first time, in any case I have to go into the bunker again and the second time we are successful, though the kid doesn't appear from the door this time, but a window which means he has gotten around a team mate of mine who is supposed to watch out for that side.

I miss the first two shots at the kid, but luckily I have an updated semi-automatic sniper rifle now. The kid was ducking down outside the window, dunno if he remembered my previous weapon.

There is a similar station further up the beach and that will have to be our next check point where a similar action will have to take place.

I start out by zooming in to see if I can pick out their shooters. The zoom works different to the first gun, where I got the classical circle vision with a corsair in the middle. However the new gun allows me to see up the hills and my entire field of vision just moves closer. The corsair is a white dot.

I start picking out soldiers who seems dressed like Nazi soldiers. There is a building or a city behind them and this is the final goal we have to reach in order to win. But before that we will have to get to the next station where we have a man under cover or hidden.

I make my way there and make contact with him, but he is pinned down at this moment. He is a werewolf and the only reason the other werewolf or guard dogs haven't picked up his scent yet is that they have been 100% focused on the assault that has been going on thus far.

I devise a plan to get rid of the dogs so he has more room to play. We lure them towards us and drag them down into a black maelstrom that leads them to another world. I jump through and they follow me in. There is water on the other side, which only helps my plan as I am going back through as soon as the dogs are with me and closing up the vortex. I trust this will be done though I have no knowledge on how to actually do it.

Next section is very blurry.

The plan works and we have now taken the next station. Our werewolf goes nuts on the soldiers, but it would seem that they are fairly immune to his bites. I may actually take on the POV of the werewolf as I am biting and tearing.

I get something coming out of my back that I can't quite describe, it may be a pair of extra hands or enhancements or it may even be some form of blades. Though I think in the end it settles for something like steel enchants for my arms.

We are at the leaders base now, there is a metal platform and railing, with stairs leading down to the beach, which is where they were planning to escape to. There are 3 or 4 of them all wearing orange jail suits.

I use my arm enhancements to kick the crap out of all of them. While I do so the perspective briefly switch to 3rd person as I am hovering out over the beach looking down on myself. Focus switch back and I start throwing people over the railing, it is clear that I have won.

I do the same with the leader and jump on him leaning my arms over his throat. At this point the dream has taken on a personal feeling rather than a game oriented and I want to make sure that all the people that have been killed are avenged.

The leader tells me that without my enhancements I can't do him no harm. I keep pushing at his throat knowing that they will be out again soon enough. They come and he gets scared and I push on his throat harder.

My team mates shout to me he isn't worth it but I keep pushing till I hear his Windpipe snap, though I think I wake up at exactly the moment this is supposed to happen.

07-07-11 I am at a bridge somewhere, it is raining heavilly and I am with a couple of people. One of them is a black man who apparently likes to play football. At the bridge he is greeted by the coach of one of the teams, it comes to my attention that one of his personality traits is ”luck” (like the sims) and for that he is prone to fortuitious events occuring to him. In the rain and darkness he slowly turns his head to one side. I am expecting to find a tatoo that will indicate that he has been in the same army unit as the coach greeting us. I don't find it, but due to his personality trait the coach påerceives it and asks him to join the game, not as in watching it but actually playing it. We somehow communicate with one of our white mates (Not that skincolour is important to the plot of the dream, though I am trying to identify if I have any colturally inherited biases from my parrents, who would be described as borderline racists, hence I try and pay attention to these clues when I can) who is a mixture of happy and pissed off that this particular guy always get these opportunities.
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I am in Hornslet, in the street where the baker and old bar is. I am with my parrents and agin it is raining. We are packing up tents. I have a silent battle with my dad about who is better at this particular task, though I sense no hostility.

Notes: Though I don't remember how I turn lucid in the latter dream it is possible that it is a further development from one of the above. They all share the dark rainy atmosphere, though I don't remember which occured first. I do however remember a period of wakefulness in the morning, where I think about how long I have to sleep before I have to wake up to go traveling. It is possible that I have done a DEILD without really trying it, though I did repeat my MILD mantra in the morning wqhile awake. I also did this prior to falling asleep, though not with much ferocity.

08-07-11 I am lying in the bed, much as I am in waking life. I am moving slightly closer to ida until she starts laughing at me. The reason she starts laughing is because I apparently am making hand movements playing with my erect penis. It take me a while to wake up from this seing as I have dreamt about her and I tell her this and the fact that I haven't actually know I have been doing it. She laughs a bit more. And tells me I am doing it again. I have no idea and asks her if she is sure. She is. She decides that it is better to just come closer to me and lie in a spoon, which I am really happy about, I start stroking her body all over and notice that she is really soft, also I wonder why she isn't wearing a top, cause I am sure she weant to bed without one. I am happy cause I dared not ask this, due to ilness and was not sure I would be coming on too strong.
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I am in the same room and there is a brunette next to me, I believe it is ida, though as soon as we precede with the rather rough intercourse I believe it to be Anna from my study.
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I am with a blonde in a bed, she doesn't really wanna fool around, but end up wanting to give me a blowjob. She does so while the door to the room is open. I am not really feeling anything and wonder if I can get time to ”help her out” while she is not around. She ends up goong over to the door to close it a bit or at least look out and see if there is any immediate danger of us getting noticed. She thinks not. I notice it is Per Engholm standing outside and he is discussing with my granddad on the mothers side, who appears to be the hotel manager. I see him later fully dressed in a referee's outfit and he is gonna brandish out a couple of yellow cards to my gran as he has done something super illegal. This gives me time to get my blow job resumed, though as it turns out I aint all that up for it anymore.