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A very long, completely non-linear, nonsensical dream. I won't try and make any story out of it, just writing as I remember things...


It was around Christmas time and millions of people had gathered to see a Christmas play in a theater. All of the people, including myself, were large nesting doll type things. I was much older, maybe 40-50, and had a husband. The line to the theater was inside a dimly lit hallway, and was so long it seemed to stretch out forever. By the time we got to the theater, the play was ending. We were the last to leave, the stage and hallway so eerily empty now. At the door to the exit a receptionist told us we needed a key to leave, which would have been given to us during the show. I tried explaining to her that we'd got in late and weren't given a key. The three of us talked like old friends for a while before my husband pulled out a key and placed it in it's lock, and we left the theater.

Then, I was in a shop that had tables and chairs set up like a classroom. Outside it had been snowing heavily, and I was covered head to toe in winter gear. I was also my own age again, human, and had no husband. I'd wanted to go out to ski, but didn't have any skis. At the entrance to the shop was a row of pigeonholes with different footwear in each hole. As I thought about stealing a pair of skis, my inner monologue in the form of a pink fairy flew around me and told me not to, but I did it anyways. Then I went outside and skied up and down a large hill of snow for a while. When I reached the bottom of the hill for the last time, I walked into white light.

Now I was in a shopping mall at night, putting on an interpretive dance performance. The mall was covered in a faint purple glow. At some point in the dance, I had a flashback.

In the flashback, there was a large green hill above a small town. At the top of the hill was a giant oak tree. Under the tree, I saw hundreds of bubbles, every bubble containing a moment in someone's life. In one particular bubble, I saw a young girl asleep at her schooldesk. Underneath all the bubbles is a field of roses covered in thick thorns. I had the knowledge that the girl could either return to her life at her desk and wake up, or remain asleep and pop the bubble, falling into the endless field of thorns.

Then I was in a bustling street, and it was the middle of summer. At an intersection in the street a famous band was performing, and thousands of people were packed tightly around them to watch. I was with a friend and wearing a shirt that had a quote from one of the band members on it. The person in front of me turned around, revealing to be the member of the band that said the quote. He saw my shirt and laughed. After the show was over, everyone dispersed into the city. I was walking along a row of shops with my friend and realised I was wearing shorts, even though I hate wearing shorts in public. We went into a clothes shop and I asked my friend to buy me a pair of pants as I went to hide in a changing room. At the back of the shop where the change rooms are, I saw a row of stalls and 2 bathrooms, each with very specific signs above them. The signs had strange requirements like "for very smart women" or "for hat people". I decided to go into a few of them to see what could set them apart. In each of the stalls, every surface had a fullbody funhouse-like mirror that reflected different versions of myself depending on the sign outside. I saw myself with long blonde hair and a purple dress.
There weren't any bathrooms or stalls labeled explicitly for men, so I went into the bathroom labeled "for very smart women". Inside, instead of mirrors there were screens. As I sat down on the lid of the toilet the screens lit up and started to tell me facts about myself. My star sign, my favourite foods, how likely I am to do certain things than other people in my lifetime. When I stood up, the tiles under my feet lit up. The screen told me my height and weight: 4 grams. When I left the bathroom my friend gave me a pair of pink leggings, and we left without paying.

And then I woke up.

I am in a combat situation. I am fighting this man; I know I have no chance against him, yet I still fight.

I am eventually defeated, but he does not kill me. Instead, he takes me for his own, imprisoning me for an indefinite period of time. I have no clue how long I am in this prison. All I know is I am not given enough nourishment in this place, and am slowly growing frail.

The man comes around and takes me out of my prison, bringing me to this place of glass. The entire building looks modernistic, yet all of the walls are made of glass. I am alone in this particular room, except for the armor in the corner I am to wear later, but I can see a group of men talking in another room. If I listen closely enough, I can hear what they're saying. They're talking about an upcoming fight, about how tough this contender is, and how this girl doesn't stand a chance.

Through listening to them, I realize I'm being set up for a fight with someone. Really, in my condition? What fun is fighting a weak girl?

While being frustrated about this and awaiting my "opponent", I hear a tapping on one of the glass walls. There is a rose, petals waving wildly, trying to get my attention!

I let the rose in, and is slithers into my room. It is a little worse for wear, most of the petals having wilted away. That doesn't seem to detract from it's spirit, however, because it starts talking really fast as if it has so much to say in a short amount of time.

This is the part I barely remember, sadly, but the rose tells that I need to leave immediately, that this was a setup, that this would lead to permanent damage. Then, the conversation turns strange. It actually answers a question I've been asking every night before I go to bed. It tells me the location of someone I've been looking for.

It did not tell me the exact location, but enough for me to go on. It tells me I need to go to her, and help her, for she will need the training. The rose says more, but I no longer remember, as this was the tail end of the dream.

That's all I remember.

I remember looking at a small white rose bush. I It has no pollen.

In my dream I was a 3D stain glass artist (what I would like to try in real life) and I made this rose that looked like the one in Beauty and the Beast. It was amazingly made and even encased in a glass bell-jar. But after that the dream gets really hazy, I remember auctioning the sculpture but a few months later someone called me asking if i could fix/replace it becuase someone had broken the stem on it.

Mountains. Climb. Train. Shortcut. One of us can see far.
False awakening. lucid. Sleep paralysis. Dark vision of my right arm.

AFTERNOON

Ticket? French fries. eminor. Book by Rob. A. WES. Many people. Smoke. Trivia. The first and second was easy but I can't light my cigar. Third one missed: I am wrong. A woman asked me if I have research magick 3-1-1. I gave her a blank stare. She said that I'm not the advanced magician she thought I was. Remembered her from a meeting with Rob or elsewhere. Theosophy. She's Rose. She showed me a brown pipe. Asked if they deliver to the province. She just gave it. Her room or sanctuary was borrowed there for a few days. 30% of it? 30% of her soul? Explored the sanctuary. Mind and body retraining.

This one goes from...odd to normal within the span of a second.
I'm in my Grandma's basement. Looks like it always does; tv, computer, comfy carpeting, nice couch, piano, etc. A few other random people were standing around as well. I ignored these people because behind me was none other than Jack and Rose from the movie Titanic. I decided to hang out with them, and we all chatted about something I forget. Suddenly, the windows burst open, and water flooded in at a fast rate. The basement started tilting downwards, with the other side going up. Basically, the basement was the Titanic. As it flooded, I tried to stay near Jack and Rose, but lost my hold on a piece of furniture and fell farther through the quickly flooding basement. A young boy hanging onto a part of the ceiling caught me by the hand.
"PLEASE! HELP ME!" I screamed, as the basement I once loved was being sunk around me. The boy shook his head. He murmured, "Make your choice." and with that, he let go of my hand, and I fell down to the bottom of the basement hallway, and into the depths of ocean water.
SUDDENLY. I was in a courtyard. The location looked like my neighborhood. My previously freaked out demeanor about the Titanic basement quickly went away when, I noticed my dad walking up. He said, "Let's go home." with a big smile. I walked home with him, and on the way, stopped to talk to a friend who wanted to show me this stuffed animal she got.

Good morning, everybody.

I'm not quite sure whether the first dream isn't actually two dreams. The part in the bar may have been one dream, and the rest may have been another dream. I wrote it as one dream, since I don't remember waking up between scenes. But it may actually have been two dreams.

Dream #1

I was sitting with a few girls in a dark bar. The only light may have been from little, multi-colored lights like Christmas lights, except seeming a bit softer, and, at the same time, more neon-colored. My whole view seemed to be a bit fuzzy.

I was waiting for some girl. But apparently she was really late. I may have started to think that she wasn't going to show up. I pushed my chair backwards and away from the table, as if my chair had wheels on it.

I moved past a number of tables. The tables seemed to be half-booth tables, where one side of the seats is a booth, set against the wall, and the other side is moveable chairs. I stopped moving backwards when I got to a table full of office women, maybe in their late thirties.

The office women seemed to be flirting with me. I thought they were all attractive. So I thought I might flirt back. Maybe one of them would hook up with me.

But now I was moving my chair forward, back to the girls I had been sitting with. As soon as I got back to the table, a girl sat right in my lap.

The girl wasn't skinny, but she was pretty. She had pale, smooth skin and longish, brown hair, all done up, like she was going to the prom. She wore a satiny, pale-chocolate-brown mini-dress with silvery, swirly designs on it. The designs may have been glittery.

The girl, I somehow knew, had been upset because someone hadn't shown up. I thought that this person was supposed to go on a date with the girl. But the person may also have been the girl's father.

The girl and I were now snuggling against each other pretty passionately. I figured I must have been snuggling with the girl to make her feel less bad about having been ditched by the other guy. After a moment, the girl broke off from snuggling with me. My view was all foggy, like someone had been kissing a camera lens.

I figured the girl was going to come back. But I didn't know if, once she came back, I could really commit to being with her. After all, wasn't I waiting for some girl here?

But the other girls at the table were looking at me. It was pretty plain they thought that I was already thinking of this girl as my new girlfriend. One of the girls handed me some kind of present, like a congratulations gift for getting a new girlfriend.

The gift was like some clear, plastic tubing made to look like a rose. There was a main stem, two small, leaf-like stems branching off of that, and then a clear, plastic rose-blossom (which was more like a bud) at the top.

All through the tubing and in the rose-blossom/bud were little lights, like LEDs. The stem may have had blue or green LEDs. The blossom/bud either had blue or purple LEDs.

I thought, getting a gift like this, that I couldn't back out of being the girl's boyfriend now.

I was now sitting out on a bench with an older man and another person. The other person may have been a man, or it may have been my mom. If it was a man, it was probably like my mom's old boyfriend, who was now standing up as a kind of character reference for me with the man.

The man was the girl's father. Apparently I needed the girl's father's approval before my relationship got too heavy with the girl. The father was kind of tall, overweight, with greying hair in a kind of feathery, old-style cut. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

It was night, but we were sitting in the father's backyard, right near the house, under an incandescent porch light. There seemed to be a huge, tent-like structure right in front of us, possibly big enough to be taking up a good portion of the backyard.

The father and the other person were talking relaxedly about some stuff that seemed a bit over my head, like "adult talk."

I stood up and walked over to the tent. I went inside. The tent was lit by incandescent light. The inside had solid, plasticky, but thin walls. The top of the structure kind of pointed upward in a pyramid shape, like circus tents do in cartoons. The top was made of tent-like fabric. There was no floor -- just bare soil.

The father and the other person walked into the tent. Somehow, from the conversation, perhaps, I came to understand that this structure was the outer housing for a nuclear reactor. The reactor was now going to be built.

I was here, I now knew, to get a job from the father, who was in charge of building the reactor. I needed a job, since I was going to get into a pretty serious relationship with the father's daughter. After talking with the other person a little more, the father said that I could have a job helping to build the nuclear power plant.

It was now daytime. I was still in the structure, as if no time had passed. But now the structure was a lot taller and bigger: as big as a small warehouse. The ceiling had all kinds of metal piping in it, and it seemed to be separated by a couple of meters from the tops of the walls. There was a guy in a hard-hat, suspended by a wire, working on something between the ceiling and walls.

I somehow knew there was at least one other structure like this. But there may have been two other structures. One of the structures may have been a lot more developed than this one. It may already have had a reactor built inside of it. (I think I was visualizing a cooling tower *inside* this structure.)

The person who'd been talking with the father was now gone. The father may have been around for a second, but now he was gone, too. It was implied that I knew what I was supposed to be doing, so that I should get to work. But I didn't know any of my co-workers, and I was really shy.

Suddenly there was a big explosion. There were a couple other people in the structure with me. Apparently the explosion had come from one of the other structures. We needed to assess the situation. We ran outside.

The area was like a big, vacant dirt lot. But at the end of the lot, maybe 50 meters from the structure I'd been in, was a little shelter like a doorless shelter where farm vehicles could be parked.

I was hardly even outside when I noticed that everybody else was already over in the shelter across the way, putting on raditation suits. There were three or four men in a line, all young, Asian men. They all wore white masks over their mouth and nose.

The men were in different stages of putting on the suits. The suits were yellow, thick, and rubbery. The men had stood into them, apparently, as they lay crumpled on the ground. They'd then pull the yellow suits all the way up over their heads, then zip the suits up. The suits may have had red boots.

I may actually have flown to the shelter to get there faster. I don't think I stopped flying. Instead, still floating, I was looking for a free suit. I saw a couple suits lying crumpled up on the floor, waiting for people to stand into them. So I thought they were available. But looking closer, I noticed they had some men's clothes in them. So, apparently, they were already taken.

I "knew" that there were more suits in an underground storage area just across the lot from this shelter. So I jumped up maybe four or five meters in the air and flew over to the shelter.

The shelter was in an area at the edge of some hillside or canyon. The hillside looked out over a lot of green, rolling hills, like in some kind of juniper- or pinyon-strewn desert. The sky was pale grey. But the horizon was filled with low-hanging, dark grey clouds.

The underground shed was fenced off from everything else by a two-meter-tall wooden fence, which was kind of old and greying. The doors to the underground shed were just like the doors to an old cellar. Their wood was also old and grey, kind of messy.

I lifted up the doors once and looked down into the underground shed. It was really dark and messy. I thought I probably wouldn't be able to find anything down there, let alone a radiation suit. I was also afraid that if I went down there, something would jump up and attack me.

The doors must have fallen shut, because I had to open them again. Only now they were a lot bigger and heavier, though still made out of old, greying wood. They also seemed to be set into a large, heavy, concrete circle.

I needed to get both doors open in order to go inside, but I could only get one door open at a time. I had to fly to lift the doors -- they were either too tall or too heavy for me to lift otherwise. But as soon as I'd get one side open, the other side would fall shut. It somehow reminded me of how I'd get frustrated as a kid, not being able to fold the flaps of a cardboard box.

I may have stood on the ground for a moment, taking some time to figure out how to do this the right way. I looked out at the hillside and grey sky.

I suddenly saw, maybe only 250 meters away, a red and blue passenger plane, a big jumbo jet, flying up into the air rather clumsy. I then noticed that the plane's right wing was entirely gone. The plane seemed to be smoking. I tried to remember whether I'd heard any explosion.

The plane seemed to be trying to pull into the air. In fact, it was pointing almost straight up. But it wasn't going anywhere. It was just bobbing in the air, maybe 100 or 200 meters up in the air.

I kept waiting for some kind of explosion. I figured it the wing had blasted off without an explosion, then something deeper had happened that would work its way out in a huge explosion.

It seemed now like the plane was trying to land. The airport the plane had come from was nearby, across a couple sets of rolling hilltops from the fenced-off area that I was in. The plane was still pointed up in the air, but it seemed to be bobbing back over to the airport.

The plane made a final descent into the airport. But it was still pointing nose-up. I couldn't see it as it descended behind the red-brick walls of the airport (???).

But the plane now seemed to be almost as big as the airport. As it descended -- crashed -- tail-first on the tarmac, it exploded in a big fireball, which only got bigger as the rest of the plane was consumed. A huge fireball now burst up over the tops of the airport's building.

But the exploding airplane was causing other explosions at the airport. I figured these were other planes, exploding from the heat and flames from the first plane's explosion. Soon a huge wave of fire was tearing through the airport. The entire airport was on fire!

Somehow I saw a set of doors at the airport -- as if the airport were now only 50 meters or so away from me. The flames had passed an area, although there was still a lot of brown smoke. The doors around this area were like doors in some sort of theme park or shopping center themed like the Old West.

A husband and wife ran out from one of the doors. They felt, I knew, that now that the flames had passed, they could make a run from the airport. They probably felt that if they stayed at the airport any longer, they'd risk getting caught in a second wave of flames.

So they ran away from the airport. They saw me in the fenced-off area with the underground shed. I waved them in.

The couple was maybe in their early fifties. They looked like they were maybe upper-middle class. The woman may have been pale skinned and a bit overweight, with frizzy, blonde hair. The man was compact but strong, tan, with short, wiry, grey-white hair. He wore a black polo shirt and, possibly, khaki shorts.

The couple may have told me what they had just gone through and that they were trying now to get to safety. I understood that what they meant was that they wanted to get back to their house.

I didn't know where the couple's house was. But I knew that there was a main road farther along the hillside. There were also a really big shopping center and people who could conveniently get the couple a car to get wherever they wanted to get.

But to get the couple to this place, I'd have to fly them there. I thought I could fly both of them there. But I'd have to lift them into the air one at a time. This was more to make sure that each of them wouldn't be afraid of heights as I flew them over the hills.

I *think* I lifted the woman into the air first. But we barely got off the ground before the woman got terribly afraid. I landed again. The woman ran over to some corner of the fenced-off area that had a little outdoor structure like a tool-shelf and work-counter, all made of old wood. The woman wouldn't leave that area. She was hysterical with a fear of heights.

(If it *was* the woman. It may have been the man.)

I now tried to lift the man (? or woman?) into the air. But I found that I couldn't fly up into the air with the man. He was way too heavy. This was surprising to me, as usually my flying had the effect of cancelling out gravity, so that everything I flew with weighed nothing. But the man wasn't losing any weight. He was still heavy.

Dreams #2

I was apparently telling people about a precognitive vision I'd had. It had to do with some kind of nuclear reactor, which looked more like a big piece of old factory equipment, with cogs and gears and cranks and wheels.

I was probably telling two people about my vision. The people may both have been women. They may have been wearing white lab coats.

I told the people that this particular reactor was different than almost other reactors, because two crank-wheels, which, in other machines, were set outside the reactor, were, in this model, set inside the housing of the reactor.

In my mind's eye I could see a small, steel door that opened up to get inside this "reactor" (or huge piece of old-time factory equipment). The inside was mostly gears, all tightly-packed, lit with a kind of dim, incandescent light. There were two crank-wheels, one in front of the other.

I told the people that the problem wasn't actually with the crank-wheels, but with a pane of glass either between or off to the (left --my left (?)) side of the wheels.

This pane of glass had a problem with it. It was forming, inside of itself, red streaks. The red streaks actually looked like drops of blood.

Save cave people
17-10-11

non-dream | dream | lucid

This dream was interesting for me, as I never have much of these dreams, lack of fantasy.



I was in some kinda cave with cave people. They looked like uncivilized people. Their clothes were primitive and they didn't really talk, though I still understood them. They were in need if food since they didn't have anything to plant anymore. Their sources were all used and they looked desperate. I was there with them in te cave and stood before around 20 people. They looked so desperate and hopeful at me that I decided I could control my dream to help them. I knew I could control things in my dream that I couldn't in reality, but at the same time I wasn't really lucid, probably semi-lucid.
I went to the entrance of the cave and looked into the air. The entrance was like some kind of balcony in the air and the only place that had light and shined into the cave. I stood in the middle of the balcony, looked straight ahead and started waving my hands in circles. I started saying words in a language that I don't know, like a language of gibberish and spells. Red light flowed out of my hand in the direction I was waving. I slowly disappeared from the place and teleported to the real world, earth. I looked around and searched for something to help the cave people. I saw a pink rose in the corner of my eye and took it. I wanted to get back and started teleporting again. My hands were moving in circles again and this time there was white light moving out of my hands. As I was saying some words again, far from understandable, the thought occurred me that I might be speaking in a language the illuminati spoke and I quit talking. As I quit talking because of that I thought to myself wtf, just makes no sense, even in my dreams? I think I read and watched too many illuminati things on the Internet, really stupid
I concentrated on teleporting again and just slowly vanished from the place back to the entrance of the cave. The people there were waiting eagerly for me and were investigating me from a distance. I held the rose before me and moved my hand around it. I put a spell on it and it started to glow. It looked pretty cool. I pointed at the rose and let everyone in the cave see it.

I said: 'See, this will save you. The leaves of this rose can be planted and will give you lots of food. One leaf gives a lot already and all the others can give you food for a long time.'

As I said this I let the leaves of the rose fall on the ground where they would grow. We all watched how they fell and where they would grow. Then a thought came into my mind that I should give them something extra to be sure of their needs. So I summoned another pink rose into my hand and put a different spell on it. The rose would only work if you planted it when all the other leaves of the first rose were completely done giving food.
I told them this and emphasized that they shouldn't plant it before that time. They took the rose and put hang it up the wall. I felt happy I could help them. By now I started to feel weak and powerless. I fell down to the ground and next thing I remember someone else was on the ground too. The dream started to fade and I woke up.

8/23/11

DILD + FAs

Recall: poor

I had a lot of work with the new portal technique. This time although it would create portals, they took me to the wrong place.

I was looking for Jonah with some adult guy. We walked down this hallway and I wondered if he maybe went through this mirror. I touch my finger to it and see if it is made of goo. I think he could only do that if it is a dream so I RC.

Lucid, I try to go through the mirror. However, I fail and my dream soon goes black. I am still feeling my way around for a bit.

I thought I woke up and tried to DEILD. In retrospect, I think I was still asleep in an FA. I remember thinking that I should probably get up soon, but I really wanted another chance to LD.

I believe I RC and continue trying to teleport. I am making some portals for a bit. I remember being able to walk through them, but not being very happy with the destinations.

I think I FA again and I am watching a basketball game. There was some issue with reporters doing something to the players so there were some strange interviews. The game started 1 on 1 with Ben Wallace and some other guy. Ben Wallace got the ball first and went down the court. He turned around and hucked the ball, trying to make a behind the back 3 pointer. When that happened, all of the other starting 5s rushed the court to start playing.

I am now playing too. They think I am Derrick Rose. I know it is a dream and that I am not Rose, but I feel like I have to play because they expect me to. I am terrible. I do make a few good plays to get good looks, but I miss every shot badly. The ball is also bigger than normal.

FA

I become lucid and go back to making portals. I am trying to find Heather. I imagine her as vividly as I can, and try to draw a portal. But this time I can't even make a portal. I try it again, and I see it. I walk through, still imagining her, but I end up laying down in the dark. I walked through the portal and ended up laying face down about 2 ft. past the portal in darkness. I stand up and am now standing back out of the portal. I step out and soon lose the dream.

FA. I am disappointed that I couldn't find Heather and give up.

Some guy is talking to me and I get some mail. Heather had sent me a letter. It was from some club she was doing and I assumed it was an invitation. I open it and I find my name on some roster. I can't find her name.

I become lucid somehow and try to portal to her once. It goes to some random room and give up. I want to teleport to the DVA. I am imagining the outside of castle. It is stormy with winds howling. My breathing during this sounds just like whipping winds. I imagine stormy waters. I look at the portal and head through. But it takes me to a random room again.

April 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 209: Attack of the Water Demons!
Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 8
DILD
around 8:30am



I'm chill'n at my old high school. There is a large group of us sitting in the front lobby during lunch break. We are talking about weed. MA is there and I am surprised to hear that she smokes. I told her that she should smoke with me sometime. I look at her and I noticed her eyes were just a shade darker than lime green. She asks, "Why don't we go smoke right now?" I told her I was down. Me, her, Cliff, Diddy, and another person who kept changing identities snuck off into the weight room. MA pulled out a bag of and informed us it was some pretty good shit. Cliff rolled up a blunt and we began smoking. The identity changing guy kept watch as we four smoked. We talked about weed and how I would have never guessed she was a toker. We finished the blunt as the end of lunch bell rang.

We all sprayed ourselves with some air freshener that was sitting in the weight room and exited into the hallway. We were high as shit and were borderline geeking as we made our way up the steps. I made a suggestion to do this everyday at lunch and everyone agreed. At the top we still had a few minutes left and Diddy brought up lucid dreaming. I began explaining ADA (all day awareness) and I realized that the school looked way different than it should. I thought back and said, "Oh shit. We are dreaming right now!"

I became lucid and I told everyone to do a RC. Everyone started noes pinching and I heard a scream from behind us. I turned around and BC(10) came running up to us and said, "The demons are here!" I was intrigued. There were students screaming and running around everywhere. I didn't see any demons though, BC said, "They travel through the pipes." Suddenly, the nearby water fountain turn on and made a gurgling sound. Then a blast of water shot out of the fountain. The water was in the shape of the aliens from the movie series, "Alien." It zoomed across the floor and then took human form. It was a very attractive female. She had taken form right behind and random student and snapped his neck. I decided to finish off this terror.

I flash-stepped (a teleportation technique from the anime series, "Bleach") behind the girl and threw a punch. She transformed into her water demon form and my fist put a hole in her. It didn't phase her one bit as she fell into a puddle and slid away from me. She took human form right in front of water fountain and laughed. She put her mouth on the water fountain and blew into it. Suddenly, the water fountain a little further down the hall began spewing. An eruption of water created another water demon. This one transformed into a male in its human form. I got a feeling that he was the weaker of the two, so I told everyone to take him on and "leave the bitch to me." My friends took off passed me and began battling the guy.

I approached the girl and tried to think of a way to damage water. A fought her for a bit, but she just laughed and turned to water with every punch or kick I applied. I managed to avoid her attacks by flash stepping a lot. After a bit, I realized what to do. Using pokemon logic, I flash stepped in front of an electrical box, opened it and punch it as hard as I could. Electricity sparked and began running up my entire arm. It hurt a bit, but I took it like a trooper. The electricity caused an intense buzzing and tingling in my arm. I could see it glowing and turning a blue and gold. I pulled my arm away and looked at it. My actually arm from my fingertips to my shoulder had changed. My actual arm was navy blue, but it was mostly covered in yellow lighting that spider-webbed my entire arm.

I turned back to the demon and could see the fear in her eyes. She transformed into water and headed for the water fountain. I slammed my fist into the ground like Jax from Mortal Kombat and electricity flash across the ground. It slammed into the demon and transformed her back into her human form. She had been knocked against the wall and there was smoke coming from her. I saw her flicker into her water form a couple times, but she was unable to transform again. I yelled at my friends to come finish her off and I would handle the guy. We swapped and they battle the injured female demon.

He immediately took off for the fountain and a shot lightning out of my fingers. It missed and he put his mouth on the fountain. I flash stepped to the other fountain which had started gurgling. I put my thumb over the hole. He smiled and back off his fountain. My thumb forced the water back to his and it erupted and produced another water demon. This one also took the form of a girl, but she looked shy and harmless. She was wearing glasses and casually walked between both battle and shouted words of encouragement to both sides. Mostly she just said, "Everyone...do your best!" BC had now joined me and told me that they never could find a way to finish off the demons at her old school. She told me that they used t be human. The guy used to play baseball, but got hurt and could never play again. I figured their back story would give a clue to their weakness. She told me the girl had got caught rigging the vote for prom queen and was stripped of her crown...little did she know, she would have won anyway. BC told me that the final girl was the smartest in the school and got caught cheating for other students and was expelled.

Me and BC fought the male demon for a while. After each attack my arm had to recharge. Instead of forcing the issue, I decided to play along with what the dream had given me. Finally, BC was able to distract him a bit and I nailed him with a bolt to the chest. He shook it off rather quickly, but was unable to transform again. I began beating the piss out of him and grabbed him by his leg. I thought, "His weakness must have to do with his injury....what could it have been." I slammed him against the wall, shoulder first a few times, but it didn't seem to do much. I said, "Is it your legs?" I then held him by his arms and slammed his legs against the wall. He smiled and said, "Not the legs....but...." He seemed like he wanted me to guess it right. It suddenly pooped in my head. "Its the knees isn't it? You were a catcher!" I bent his legs and slammed both knees against the ground. He groaned and I could tell it had damaged him. I grabbed each leg and twisted it right at the knee bend. A light flashed and I was now holding a voodoo doll.

The guy was standing in front of me I looked happy. He said, "You released me from my curse!" He told me that his life was in my hands and he pointed at the voodoo doll. I asked for his name and he said, "LeClair." I asked if he still had his water powers. He said, he could still take the form of water, but the demon had been released.I told him that he should stick around and join my army. I also told him that he was free and regardless of his choice I would lock his voodoo doll in a safe where it will never be found. He accepted my offer with a fist pound. We joined the other and engaged in battle with the demon chick. I speared her and had her pinned to the ground, she kept saying, "It all seems possible!" I looked at her and said, "It isn't possible. You are absolutely stunning, there is no possible way you will lose the vote for Prom Queen." Like before, there was a flash and I was holding the a voodoo doll and the girls spirit formed into a person in front of me. I noticed the other girl who was encouraging everyone had also broken her curse. She explained that her curse was broken when her friends had been helped. They were the ones she had tried to cheat for. The prom queen was named Rose, and the other girl was Carrie. They joined my army as a trio.

They told me they were all half water sprite/half human that had fallen into darkness. Sprites apparently aren't much different from demons and can cross over if they aren't careful. I introduced them to my friends Diddy, J-Dub, Ryano, MA, BC, and Changeling. I said, "We really don't know who he is. He changes identities every 30 seconds or less. We just call him changeling." LeClair, Carrie, and Rose were teaching me how to turn into water and I almost had fully transformed into a puddle when the dream became unstable and started to fade. I knew it had been a long one, so I decided not to DEILD. I didn't want to forget anything.


108 Stars of Destiny
NEW 13 - LeClair, Carrie, Rose (the water sprite trio) - The H2O Star

Series Details
Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~5 Min.

I was walking around in what looked like a casino and a girl with sweets walked up to me. She didn't say anything. I took a chocolate and followed her, I said "hey, wait. Where are you going?" She sat down on a bench. She didn't look to good so I imagined her to be hotter and she was. So I started trying different foods. I tried this giant rose that tasted like ice cream. It was so good. I was thinking about waking up and started to get scared. But instead of waking up. I lost lucidity. The End.

I am standing outside my house, looking around at the area. There is a lot of construction work going on in the house, it looks like they are adding large areas on to the existing building. I figure my mother has some reason for all the remodeling, though I don't remember what that reason might be. Since there is so much construction going on in the house, I wander around outside for a bit. It's like I never had looked around out there before, I wonder how things can be so unfamiliar to me since we have lived there for quite a few years. (For some reason this doesn't trigger a reality check! >.<) I walk over to the edge of our property, but instead of the fence I normally find there, I find a grassy ridge that blocks my view of the land beyond. I climb up the ridge, which is about eight feet tall, it's a gentle slope so it is easy to climb. Once I'm at the top I am able to look down into a green tree-filled valley that looks nothing like the desert I actually live in. (Another missed dream sign…) I notice a trail that descends into the trees and I wonder why I've never followed that path before, I make a note to myself that I'm going to check it out when I have more time.

For now I turn around and head back to the house. I go inside the house and make my way around the workers to the far side of the house where my mother has her new room. It is looking quite nice, this area is clearly almost done, so I look outside to where I remember my mother is going to have a large rose garden. There is already a selection of roses growing out there, many of them are rather large bushes with many beautiful blooms on them.

I go out through sliding doors to take a closer look at the flowers, they smell wonderful, but they are also swarming with bees. I am keeping my distance, but then a brisk gust of wind actually blows several of the bees right at me. They respond as if the wind was my personal attack on them and sting, leaving behind their stingers and dropping to the ground dead. I go back in the house and close the door behind me. I see there are quite a few stingers still in my arm, so I try to pull one out. I end up squeezing the rest of the venom right into my arm, and it burns a bit. I remember that pulling bee stingers out like that isn't a good idea, so I take a tweezers to carefully remove the others. Each of the stingers is dripping with copious amounts of venom, there is also venom oozing out of my arm where I was stung, and all I can think of at the time is that I am sure glad I'm not allergic, or that much venom would most likely be fatal!

2 minutes 12 seconds to read.

Sunday morning, 6 February 1972.

A Rose Encased in Glass

Dream # 1,875-04.


I am standing at the front of my fifth-grade classroom in the late morning, to the left of the teacher's desk and facing the seated students. My classmates are gazing toward the front of the room. However, no one acknowledges my presence or seems to see me. There is a sense that it is the last day of school. Danny Hollingsworth is standing on my right, closer to the other students. He seems very happy.

An unfamiliar male teacher gives him an award for an unknown accomplishment. It is a red rose in a rectangular prism made of glass. Despite his gratitude upon receiving the award, I recognize that it is an act of mockery. I sense a couple of classmates (including John Cavas) snickering at Danny's "award."

"Thank you," Danny cheerfully says.

"It's dusty," he says without changing his happy mood.

He blows on the top of the rectangular prism. An overpowering wind carries dust that covers the other students. Time seems to flow rapidly, 50 years swirling by in a second, to present a scene of old business people (seemingly close to death) seated around a large rectangular table (still in the classroom but with a sense of bilocation). (They eventually seem mummified.) The event had not affected me. I am only a spectator. I sense Susan Cavas had been a real estate agent.

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Dream Content Errors:

Danny was not in my fifth-grade class, only in previous grades.

The rose and prism were of an unrealistic size, at least a foot high, perhaps caused by a zoomed-in superimposition that my dreams often provide.

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Causality and Meaning:

Wind often implies the passage of time and a "glimpse into the future" (as here), depending on other content.

The rose encased in glass; and the immobile business people are indicators of intuitive, metacognitive, or lucid associations with REM atonia (the natural paralysis while sleeping that occurs throughout all dreaming). This fundamental causality of dream narratives occurs whether or not there is any other related factor.

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Influences:

One influence was the joke where a teacher asks a student what their favorite flower is. They respond with, "chrysanthemum." When the teacher asks them to spell it, they say they like "roses" more. Another dream integrated this gag and included the ending line without the joke's inference.

Danny had a feminine personality and manner, and other classmates sometimes teased him for it.

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Enigmatic Content:

In the next grade (in middle school in a different building), a female classmate, Lorilee, mocked me by giving me baby blocks and other baby toys tied together with string for the classroom's Christmas gift exchange (where students had randomly drawn names). (It was because she was obsessed with my "oversized baby teeth," and ironically, she was in dentistry years later.) When she was about fifty, she claimed to have no memory of her life until recently (though because of trauma and drugs, apparently). To read a strange news story regarding that classmate, use the Google search for "A dilemma carved in wood" in quotes.

Years after this dream (after I had lived in Wisconsin for years), I learned that Susan (who remained in Florida) had become a real estate agent.

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