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I'm out front pulling weeds and pulling pretty big sticks out of the yard with a rake and there are three long big ones that I pull and then realize it was a tree. I think, "oh well, there's not much of a root system there" and drag it to the curb with the rest of the stuff.

There was snow in the yard and I was throwing snowballs (one of my cat's name in WL is Snowball) at the kids. There's snow on the ground but I'm not cold. Too bad that didn't make me wonder and go lucid!!

I'm in an upstairs window watching all of the kids in costume from the play go by. They're going to dinner. I'm alone in my robe. I see one of the girls notice me but I continue to look beyond her. I have a semi-smile on my face and don't want her to feel badly because I'm alone. They all look so pretty. I think it's a lot of Disney characters like Snow White and Cinderella.

I'm going to a car at the bottom of the hill covered with snow. I take a few steps and then lean back on my heels and ski the rest of the way - it was fun. Now I'm going to tell my husband because I'm proud I could ski.

There are girls waiting saying the teacher left without them. I ask them what time they were supposed to meet him and they say, "7:10". I look at my watch and it says 7:15 and I think to myself, hmmm five minutes is five minutes.

16-09-11 Showdown starting in hornslet, mexican goes nuts with a gun firing small bullets though they could kill, think he misses all, I try to stop him, but he has a gun, after he is done shooting I take him to the ground and start choking him to render him unconscious, some weird car appear to pick him up think the colour shifts from dark/black to red, looks like the gorilaz in it.

Think it has something to do with Esteban Reyes, he is cleaning out the house of people that work for him so we pay a visit. It seems like he is doing or has recently been doing the same in his mansion. There is a stand off, think I am the first to draw my weapon and command the opposing team to drop their guns, I might be in the perspective of Murphy, though I am sure I don't have breasts.

It all goes down well and I am sat next to Esteban or some agent (as either Nancy or Murphy) asking if it has all gone to shit over a woman, think I am hinting to myself. Esteban shows up and outs the agent and himself right after (pistol in the mouth style)
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Satelite pictures of just how close southern California is to the equator. Shifts out over a rather large island, I remember thinking it was some small island connected to the states, but it can't be with the size of it.

The POV shifts towards a giant bear that apparently swam across the world, eating large sharks as he paddled on. It looks like a druid in bear form and it sort of jumps behind the shark every time it gets attacked, although when a really big one appears it hides on a tiny islad and lures the shark to go there and then eats it.

The sharks look weird, like their spines are protruding out from either sides of their bodies.
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In the office as an errand boy, I have a letter to deliver, it is a tax claim for the company I work for. I accidentally open it as I don't know where to deliver it. I figure out it is one of those envelopes that automatically goes the right place.

in a meeting with the executives, afraid that they will discover it has been opened, I try and reattach the tape that would indicate this. They end up opening it themselves and I say “I will need a new envelope” “of course” they say and hand me one and tell me to use the old one to fill it out.

I leave the building contemplating how I can start systematically blowing up banks without anyone getting hurt. I stand at a games workshop type building and wondering if I could wrap the small metal figures around some small scale fire crackers and drop them in the letter boxes where they keep the cash.

It is early morning and all the shops are getting their wares. I keep running into coca cola affiliated delivery people and dislike them. The city looks like a mixture of Århus and Amsterdam by the water.

I get into some small alleys and I see a well trained man buying some coke light and he intends on serving out tasters, I briefly wonder if I can have some, but then I realise it is coke and I obviously know how it tastes.

I head for the museum and ask if it is free to get in, which it is. Inside there is an exhibition on all sorts of guns, AK47s to the left and there is a big collection of small canons in the next room I see.

There is a woman that keeps picking up the knives from the table and touching everything as she is explaining that she used to have this and that in her childhood home. She gets warned loads by the museum's custodian, who in the end asks the child if he/she would like a liquorice from the next room to get the woman out of there.
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Being driven home after a football match by Lars R. I tell him I would like to buy him a beer when we get back as a thank you. We stop at one point and he is having trouble starting again. We have to stop for gas on the way back home, when we do so it is in a large grey building-area.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

13-09-11 I am lying in my bed and I can hear Silas talking to someone, a dream entitiy. For some reason I think he is talking about a location I know and that he is part of IOSDP. I keep thinking windmill, which is then repeated by the dream entity and he talks about bikes as well. I think I know the location he is talking about so I think hard about Vesterguard, and this is eventually repeated by the dream entity as well, first as guard and then the full name.

Not sure if the above section was a FA or HH → pre REM dreaming.

I am lucid and the dream starts forming. I am in the sea, swimming around unable to get to shore, know I am dreaming, but my vision is blurry and I have limited control. I see light in the horizon out over the water and what would be a sea port town. I eventually stabilise the dream through breathing.

I am waiting for Silas or ”Crusher” (definitely a name with a C, though I will refer to him as Silas from now on) or whatever to get out of the water. I decide to finish off the TotM tasks. Walking on water was simple enough have, but I have to try a bit harder to pull out a ball of water from the ocean mentally, the water keeps rippling where I try and pull out the ball, and sling it maybe 20 metre in a forward arch (this is what I tried to do in the first lucid I had, but got interrupted).

Silas comes into shore and I take him to the place I thought was the place, but it turns out he doesn't recognise it it. We talk a bit about us both being new to this whole IOSDP thing and that we will just continue marching on writing down our stuff and trying to meet.

Silas takes off and I try and do a cool back flip onto a little hut, that turns into a chest in my grand father's house, albeit a very tall chest and the back flip is sub par. I jump down and someone is using a crowbar to tear through a thin wall.

”We have nearly destroyed my grand mother's house” I say, think to either Silas or the person using the crowbar. I am in the basement and I say ”Well, see you around” and try and fly out, but can't get through the walls or windows, I try and open the windows and now I have the crowbar, they are too small, I try another one and get stuck looking at some girl/woman who I tell I have been playing around and stuff. She tells me I have been playing with (don't recall name) a baby girl, because apparently I have colour in my face.

Notes: Though lucid the entire time even with access to waking memory (cf. The TotM tasks) I don't realise that I am talking to Silas, a TV show character and treat him as a member of the IOSDP. Aside from that the control I had in this dream was horrible apart from the TotM stuff.
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I am in possession of copious amounts of weed, bags that would indicate in the kilos. This particular theme is recurring over what I believe to be a series of dreams. But it is all very fragmented.

I get back from a party and I am pretty pissed, I think I try and skin up without much success.

I pick up some weed somewhere and bring it to a friends house, which results in the house getting raided as I bought it of the mum of the girl I was visiting and the dealer didn't want weed around her daughter.

I run into an old female friend of mine from way back, who explains that they have gone out to town recently where they brought “the other Rasmus” and Sisse and they ended up hooking up and having sex. I was surprised to find that this actually hurt considering it was 8 years ago and that I was only with her for 3 months approximately.

I return to the first girl's house where I find that the weed I brought the night before is still there. I start making a roach and look for paper. I have some in my pocket, but it is all crumbled up and I am unsure if the clue will stick. Doesn't matter in the end I find some on the table. The roach becomes really weird and some woman calls me from downstairs before I can roll a spliff.

I am talking to a friend who have found a stash of wed of maybe 3 kilos. He is talking about how it is located in a residential area and he has seen it quite some times just lying there. He argues we could make some profit of it by starting to sell a bit.

We are under a bridge with graffiti on the wall and in a room which looks sterilised and metallic, though shaped like a container on the inside. This is where the aforementioned 3 kilos of weed is. We get busted and try and explain that we could sell for the dealer, but he doesn't care explains that he deals in larger lumps and as far as he is aware all we do is owe him and eights.
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In a sauna/steam room with a lot of men and I am about to fight my dad. I keep placing well placed uppercuts. He warns me that he will get going soon, there isn't a lot of room to move and I am afraid of bumping into other naked men.
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Kaiser complementing my new jacket and informing me that he will start shopping in second hand shops as well.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

12-09-11 I am in the camping grounds of my grand parents, though it isn't a camping grounds, but a prison. I am there with Nancy from weeds and we are both incarcerated. It isn't a bad prison, in fact we can regularly go outside and have a little hut to ourselves.

We keep looking up and see this fighter jet circling the grounds getting closer and closer. At one point it actually flies a couple of inches above the grounds on the road outside in a loop. This gets improved even further as the pilot takes the loops inside the dirt road inside the grounds and minimise the space needed for the loops.

Nancy and I start giving him thumbs up and waving at him and he eventually lands. He is a small fello and he isn't wearing a shirt. Think he has the hots for Nancy. I briefly consider if I should care, but I agree with myself that there is no need. He goes inside, think he hints to me to do what I want in the mean time.

Nancy and him discuss if he will be able to take off again and I explain that it is one of those hover jets that can take off vertically. He acknowledge this, but also explains that it would be quite expensive fuel wise to do so.

Notes: think the shitty recall is from having a massive headache all day and spending most day in doing a presentation for uni.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

06-09-11 Weeds/911 mix up. There has been a plane crash out in a field, though the Boing that has crashed seems fit for take off and I think there may still be people in it.

There is a smaller jet headed for the Boing, which will destroy it. I see this twice.

The Second time around Andy tells Doug to get in the plane and take off in order to save lives. I take on the perspective of Doug and walk into the cockpit. I start taking off, which is slightly difficult as the road is blocked a bit down the road, but luckily the plane doesn't need much run way to take off and I, Doug, am capable of pulling it up at a fairly steep angle.

A bit up in the air I have a near collision with another Boing, but manage to avoid it barely. I even wonder how I missed with the wings and all.

Skip

Doug is flying around some strange buildings trying to avoid the mid air passageways between towers. Quite the achievement.
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I am in a team race of sorts in a pyramid.

I am teamed up with my dad and the way the race works is that you have to undergo a series of challenges depending on what colour trail you draw. Each trail consists of 5 sub challenges.

I draw red (Fire), which is a difficult one. We have to go through a small rectangular hole that seems filled with urine in order to get to our drawn trail.

The first step of my challenge involve guiding a metal golem down a ramp through some boulders that keeps running across this in order to trip it. It reminds me of the classical game where you have to adjust the floor in order to guide a metal ball through a maze of traps, except that it is with a golem and there is a sea of lava at the bottom.

I manage to get the golem through but I am having second thoughts about jumping into the lava, so I ask the surroundings if it is safe to do so, to which I get the response that it is perfectly safe.

I jump into the lava and there is a similar configuration of boulders cutting across our path towards the goal.

I realise that I am dreaming and I pick up the golem, now transformed into a small marble sized metallic ball, still with the same dark metal grey and ruby colourings, telekinetic, as it will be easier to transport.

I dodge the balls and “fly” through the lava on the right hand side of the ditch thereby avoiding the angry red heads of Søren Pilmark (Danish actor) coming out of the left hand side on sticks.

I reach a rope that I pull that immediately starts taking my dad (who has now reappeared) up of the lava trench.

We exit through a well where I rise singing “lucid dreaming”, to a tune I have now forgotten, over and over again.

Steffen from my primary school class is there and he explains that he only managed 4 challenges and concedes that lucid dreaming have probably given my team the edge. (At this point my lucidity is rapidly declining, and I have no access to memory of tasks I wanted to carry out).
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Fragments: At a garden party with the entire Weeds crew and a few more.

Silas is in a plane that has crashed and is getting filled with water he is trying to get people out of the plane through a tunnel into the house.

There is a “future” vision of him being pulled up the tunnel screaming because his girlfriend is still in the plane.

skip back

We are going through the procedure of evacuating people, there now seems to be more than initially expected. Besides there being more people they seem utterly oblivious to the danger they are in.

I take on Silas' perspective and start running to get people to the tunnel one by one. Some of them just don't get it, but seem more interested in the fruit buffet that is in a room in the back. So I grab some people and start crushing fruit against their heads and making them look out the window so they can see the plane is sinking.

skip

I am in the garden jumping from tree to tree rather agile, like a monkey.

skip

Andy has bought a new boat that gets placed on the law. There is a woman in it, but Doug arrives and figures out that Andy is going to Thailand and after a moments consideration Andy kicks out the woman who seems a bit disappointed, but tries to tackle the situation by putting on a smile and explaining that she isn't mad. Sounds almost like she is trying to convince herself that she thinks it OK.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

05-09-11 I am in bed and I get parts of an entity handed over to me by Silas. There are 8 parts in total and I feel like I have finally obtained the right frame of mind and personality to take on the demon.

I assemble it and am struck with terror. I notice this is how he fights and get up out of bed and defies his will. I get an image of something that looks like a T Rex. It is his will against mine and after a while I plant my feet in the ground probably somewhere in the middle of the room and just stands there and defies the demon.

Think you can describe the encounter as a stalemate, which is a hell of a lot better than me just simply giving into the utter terror it instils.

I wake up feeling the remnants of a nightmare, though I know I can manage it mentally because I defied the terror. Quite the ambivalent feeling really.
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I am in a barn with a black horse. The horse is already saddled and I try to calm it down talking to it. It shifts it's attention to the wall behind it, where a black sword is hung upon the wall.

I walk past the horse and pick up the sword.

A person appears from the entrance behind the horse and tells me.

“He can see you know”

“He tells me that you will go to him of your own free will”

Fine whatever. I follow the man outside the barn. He is wearing a cape and a cane and maybe a hat, not sure about the hat. There is someone with him, I get the feeling it is an assistant of sorts.

We are walking on a stone terrace with plenty of hedges and we sort of have to zig zag to get upwards. The caped man and his assistant is humming the humming part of “Fire coming out of the Monkey’s head” by Gorillaz. I am walking ight behind them and with a pace that would soon make me overtake them.

I am swinging the sword around and generally I don't feel afraid, though I am positive that instilling fear is the prime goal of the caped man.

Him and his assistant starts walking a bit faster and we all start drumming along. Him with his cane and me with the sword. I have no clue what his assistant is using. It sounds OK, but not great, still I am enjoying it and start laughing a bit.

We get to the top of the terrace and start walking down the side. The caped man explains that we will go out over sea and signal our return with a flare.

I pull out my wand and shoot fire out of it, a thin line of fire that lands maybe 20 metres away and cause some embers to appear. “Great I will have to remember how I did that next time I turn lucid, fire has given me a few problems before” I think to myself and keep on walking.

We get down to a docking area and as it is dark I make light appear out of my hands, still holding my wand. Increase light I think and it happens. Someone is joining us for from behind a hedge and I get the feeling that they are joining us for the journey.

I think the caped man's assistant is also making light appear out of his palms, though his is brighter than mine.
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I am in Holland. I am there to meet up with Sisse, Edith and Zizika.

Edith and I are wearing the same jacket, small light brown leathery thing.

There are videos of Zizika playing in some girl band.

I meet up with them at a table and Daniel takes my coat and put it on a wall behind us. I am uncomfortable with that as it might slide down onto the other side into the garden behind it.

skip

I am at Zizika's house and it is getting late, I am wearing varying amounts of clothes for some reason. I think it is lame of them to leave me there seeing as it is almost half six in the morning.

I get a call “Dennis, are you ready?”
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Notes: The following FA might continue straight from the above dream.

I am lying in my bed and I look out the window and can see the roof of the house across the lawn. I have a suspicion that I am having a false awakening as my field of vision is still a bit blurry and incomplete, as the rooftop starts spinning. Spinning or the surroundings alternating between light and dark.

I remain still and start observing the scenario for a while, it feels too soon to try and move and jeopardise the stability of the dream. I get up as the spinning thing is wearing off and look outside and compared to the façade of just one building as normally there are two streets running down into town.

Even after this pretty clear realisation I still question if I am dreaming, as the details are quite vivid so I look at my hand and it is blurry with an extra finger. Even considering this I am a bit sceptical as I jump back and pull my feet up and prepare to go through the window feet first. I am a bit relieved when I sense my flight not failing me.

Outside the window I immediately tell the dream that I want to go to Chichén Itzá, but I can't find anyway near so I try and start spinning. Nothing really happens so I take a leap of faith and close my eyes.

At first it seems like the dream is fading as I am surrounded by lights, as if you would be looking at your eye lids, only much brighter. However I recall having pulled back a dream in a scenario like this before and I keep making swimming motions.

It works. The dream is coming back and the setting is now much much brighter. I am in a jungle and there are stone buildings and I get really excited, it definitely has a Mayan feel to it. I am standing by a white sanded shore of either a river, lake or ocean. In front of me are trees, less dense than what you would expect from a tropical forest, and an open forum like plaza.

I start flying towards this plaza and start calling out “Fellow Dreamers”. I see someone coming towards me or at least in my direction. I fly closer and over her, she looks at me she is riding on some animal and look girlish with blonde/brown hair to down below her shoulders. “Pil?” she says, which could have been “Peel” (suppose even “Pete” though that is probably stretching it as far as you can) “Pil” translated into English is “Arrow”.

I don't even think to stop and talk to her, but I don't really seem to be completely in control of this particular part of the flight either. I fly over the centre of the forum and looking down I see blue men with feline features.

“Brilliant! I defo have to speak with them” I think and, but as I start walking back towards where they were they have disappeared. The central spot has something that looks like an altar or something and I don't really fancy disturbing anything so I decide to go look for other dreamers.

I try keeping the beacon in mind, but I am not really at El Castillo and every time I try and do it I get distracted by black figures I can never really put any features to.

I fly around for a bit marvelling at the architectural wonders surrounding me. I fly past a small pyramid, waay too small to be El Castillo and carry on. There might be entities of some description at this smaller pyramid. I continue through and come to this place where a great wall with a lot of windows is surrounding an area of jungle.

This place is heavily ornamented with carved animal heads, although contrary to normal Mayan artistry it is protruding out from the walls instead of being carved into them. It doesn't make the place any less beautiful though, although I am sure I see an elephant at some point, which I find odd thinking about it when awake. At this place I ask the dream to extend itself 10 minutes.

I decide to try my luck again with the spinning, this time thinking more specifically about El Castillo. Same scenario happens I close my eyes and try and picture it or at least the shape of it. However this time although I make the same swimming motions, I don't get to the pyramid, though it might flash dimly once or twice.

Instead I am sent back to my bed and something weird happens. I hear a narrator talking about how I have now set foot in the Astral and that my physical damage is increased. Which sounds just too weird and I can't help but laugh myself and wonder if I am going be trapped here for 7-8 minutes. I can wriggle around and rotate freely within my own body and it doesn't seem like the wall I am lying next to is causing problems, though I can't see anything.

I wake up feeling amazing.

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Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

No recall from the night before this

04-09-11 Weeds themed dream, fragments only. Silas and Shane are there.

I find myself a big bag of weed and fancy a smoke, but I am missing the tobacco. I head for the shop and tell myself that I need to get rid of the tobacco after having smoked up, so I won't take up smoking cigarettes again.
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I am in a museum or shop of some description and there is an exhibition going on in one of the back rooms. There is a poster on the building that explains that there are two types of fees that you can select between.

I approach the guard sitting in the museum and asks him what type of payment I should select. “entry fee” and “support”, are the two options. He recommends just entry fee, he doesn't believe I will be taking advantage of the full benefits of support. I end up paying 3 fees and feel a bit ripped off.

When I get in I am surprised to see that it isn't an exhibition on parrots as I had expected, but rather medical equipment. More specifically I am told it is Orthopedic tools and procedures, which makes sense when I look at the pictures and some of the people there.

Thure arrives and I wonder how he got in so quickly and if he has even paid his ticket. We wander around for a little while before leaving as the exhibition isn't that relevant for us. I feel a bit annoyed having paid the money I have, though I find consolation that at least they are being used charitably.
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There is a blonde woman with us outside and it is late afternoon/evening I think. Someone asks where we are supposed to go and I point in the direction I know to be correct. The woman tells me that it wasn't the way we came and she would like to take the route she knows to be correct.

I let her, because I briefly doubt myself if I have made the right call. We start walking shortly after having a small discussion if it is OK to do it like that.

As we walk I look out towards my right and find a landmark I know. I had been pointing in the right direction, but we just carry on though the road I suggested would have been much quicker.

Notes: I am unsure if this fragment here is part of the above mentioned dream or the one below.
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I am walking through the streets at night, the place feels like Bournemouth though on retrospection it looks nothing like it.

There are loads of pushers walking around, selling mainly weed and hash. I keep just refusing them, feeling like I might become addicted if I say yes.

At one point I run into an Old friend, Mark. He is one of the pushers and I just walk past him like I have the others. However I look back towards him and he turns and looks at me, then recognise me and throw me a lump of hash free of charge.

The texture is very soft compared to how it normally feels and I can sort of rub it out between my fingers.
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Think there are huge chunks of the dream missing.

I am walking around in a field, which isn't a farmed field. The grass is yellowish and the sun looks like late afternoon.

We are a few of us there looking for either a monkey, a kid or a wolf. This whatever it is has threatened one of the group with a knife.

The knife has been found a bit up the field and it looks like a mixture of a scouts knife and a machete. Something is ironic with this thing that was after one of us, something about him being left out in the rain because.. argh.. shaky recall.

We hear singing and dancing behind us and turn around to see native Americans, or people honouring aspects of native American culture, singing and dancing around a fire.

“Awesome, that is cool” I say and from the right hand side two of our crew members come out and start making their way to join them.
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Birds eye view of Nancy and Andy (from Weeds again, nearly done watching them all I swear) on a cliff side. There is a small narrow passageway and there is a long way down, yet still they are fighting, slapping each other and running past one another.
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I am looking at a car driving through a tunnel. All of a sudden a person jumps from the side walk with a generous amount of clothes and boxes onto the front window of the car. She latches onto it and start punching through the soft fabric of the roof of the car.

The woman remnds me of Lisbeth, with rather big eyes and long curly brown hair.

The driver, a vampire, looks annoyed, but calm and collected he just raises his gun and pulls the trigger roughly in the area of where her arm is poking through. She looks up and I think is as stunned as I am that the bullet missed her.

There is a voice that beckons her to stay in character for just a bit longer, which she tries to.

When she gets off the car it is in a strange fashion. She sorts of slips down the hood and under the car. There is a small rectangular window from inside the car over one of the wheels, which are train wheels. Through this window/hole you see the woman get cut through the middle of her body by the train wheel.

Apparently this was part of the plan cause next thing that happens is that two grey vampires or demons come flying through the air holding onto the woman, who is now also completely grey. You get the feeling that she is receiving healing.

The perspective is no longer rushing behind the car but is stationary outside the tunnel. Along the two demons holding onto her there is also another demon that looks like a mixture between a dog and a horse, also completely grey, though I also have this feeling that the grey thing is temporary.

The demon dog/horse seems like the leader of the pack and is holding a vampire in it's jaws around his midsection.

We are preparing for confrontation. I see multiple vampires appear, one of them looks a lot like he could be in Kiss, with the whole black leather outfit along with half a mask completely white.

I believe the first wave of vamps is handled by our strike force, but the next one is handled by me. We have pushed into a large circular hall of sorts. I am using magic. I pull up these redish energy shields that bubble up from the ground and surrounds the people in the room.

I position myself a bit better so I can manage to cover all of us while still be in the front to face the vamps. They start by rushing the shield and bounce back off of it. Then I grab a few of them mentally and keep slamming them against the shield, which looks rather weird from the birds eye perspective I am in. This little group I have hold off is bouncing in between the rest of the vamps placed in the front.

After a while of this small chunks fall off the vampires and I know that the ones starting to drop this are done for.

The shield is still up and the next move I attempt I am not sure if I am successful with, though I think I am partially. I kneel down and point my hand, fingers spread out, towards the opposing team and start rambling in some weird language that I probably made up myself. The concluding word is Fuego!

The spell I am throwing is intended to send a wave of fire through the vamps, but when I look at it from the birds eye view it looks only like the first couple of lines starts igniting, though the flame wave is invisible.

I am back in my body and keep my eyes closed visualising how the vamps will just ignite instead, it will do the trick equally as good as the flame wave I intended.

While knelt down I get a stray thought of Raistlin of Dragon Lance and Cameron steps up to me and say “Brother, with your new strength you are decimating them”. He also sounds concerned if I will be able to hold it up for long. The new strength he is referring to is the Winter Knight mantle of Dresden so there is a big happy mix up of literary mages in me.

“Silence!” I shout through my teeth. Decimation is not enough. These creatures need to be exterminated so I call up the next spell. False Dawn. Should be nasty towards vampires and I again am watching myself from the outside, as I start channelling energy.

All of the group is huddled under my shield and there is a sigil appearing over me that looks a bit like the eye of Horus and is growing brighter and brighter. At the same time I look through the massive windows on opposite sides (if you can talk about sides in a circle), and it looks like dawn is coming.

I wake up, feeling elated and happy, channelling magic always seem to do that for me.
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My family and I are taking off, this is the last day of the holiday and as can only be expected they are in a hurry to get back. My sister tells me to pack up and get ready, because we are not going to wait much longer.

We are driving some big family car, quite similar to the one my parents have just invested in though with much more space in the back.

As we are driving I want to lay down and get a small nap. This mission of mine is complicated by the fact that my niece is out and about actually just walking around in the car. She gets over to me and starts talking to me, she seems excited and she calls my name in what I perceive to be her first words.

My sister and brother-in-law stand up and lean towards the back window so there is a lot of room for my niece to play around. She just won't shut up having just discovered language. I lie down and ask my parents where the hell we are anyway as I have no idea where or why we have been on holiday.

Poland my mother tells me and I think “fine”. I look up towards my niece and see that besides her now talking away like mad, walking around like there is no tomorrow she also has a full set of teeth, so I decide to look at my hand.

My hand looks perfectly normal, but the whole scenario is just too weird for me not to be dreaming. So I start flying backwards through the rear window and through it.

I spend a bit of time looking around stabilising a bit, but Chichén Itzá is on my mind from the start. I am in the middle of a village, where the shops and restaurants look like they do in Århus, but the city is much smaller and seems more like a village in the country side.

I ask around for Chichén Itzá and I am told that it is just up the road, however I think that the person who told me this might just be referring to a restaurant with that name.

Superman comes walking down the pedestrian zone and I think “Brilliant, you can take me there quickly”. So I ask Superman to take me to Chichén Itzá and he complains a bit about being super busy, but I insist that it will only take him like 10 seconds or so and he agrees.

So I run to catch up with him and then I see another Superman coming walking down in the opposite direction, great two of you will get me there twice as fast. I was worried that the first one might just me a person dressing up, and now I am sort of convinced though I keep trying to believe that they can really take me where I want to go.

They grab my hands and hold them above my and their heads before they throw me up in the air and I land maybe 5 metres down the road. Wicked, no cigar.

I start walking through and open restaurant, meaning the street just sort of turns into the restaurant. As I get to the back of it Line from my primary school class greets me and welcomes me to the reunion. I give her a brief hug and look around at the assembly. I don't particularly see anyone I recognise, but assume them to be my old class.

I excuse myself and tell them all that I have somewhere I need to be and jump backwards out of a window, to the surprise of my old school mates. They draw sharp breaths and sigh as they see my descent turn into a small flight step.

I fall from maybe 10 metres and is briefly scared of this. I look up to my left and the landscape keeps going up. There is a stream with some weird statues of really large pigs/cows (one of them reminds me a lot of the grey demon dog/horse from the previous dream).

I fly up the stream and notice some farmland on my right at one point and I know this zone to be unproductive for my efforts at getting to the pyramid. So I look to my left out over the village I have just been in. It looks weird like a small village with the buildings of a larger city.

The landscape starts blurring a bit so I verbally command an increase in clarity, which I am successful with. Then I look up at the sun and demand more lighting. Compared to the darkness of night from before I get a slight improvement to dawn like light. I keep shouting out for more and the sun obeys me but only in a small circle in front of me.

After a while I sense my speech becoming blurry and as expected wake up about 1 second after this realisation.

31-08-11 Weeds: With the Weeds family. We are in a small forest like area close to the ocean. We are there to look at a house to live in, but as we approach it becomes clear that it is not suitable for that.

The trees are fairly tall, though they allow for ample light to pass through and at the time I would think the lighting match a noon of a summer day. The house itself is made of wood, and fairly crooked in particular in one corner of the above ground level terrace, that is hanging quite a bit.

There is a woman there, she is blonde and not that tall. Andy and her decides to have sex. I think I observe this from a distance and potentially through a window or similar.

I do see him pulling out of her, as she is bent over a washing machine and the size of Andy's penis (somewhere between an arm's length and a stinger missile) ruins whatever sexually arousing potential the imagery might have had.

Skip.

There are two rooms in the house and Shane is in one of them with the doors closed, there seems to be a consensus that he is probably masturbating. At one point we open the doors (it is a sliding door) and I think Steve Perry comes out and tells us to leave them/him alone. This is weird, and feels so, but doesn't seem to further impact the dream.

There is a fart, I actually remember the sound of it quite well, when Nancy is in the bathroom and Silas and I can't really decide if it came from the bathroom or Shane's room, but we call out for people to come out and talk about it.

I sort of want to engage the girl there in a sexual arrangement, but she seems to mainly be interested in Andy. Instead Nancy comes over and sit in my lab and I experience a loving feeling towards and reassures her of her maternal skills. I don't feel attracted to her, but I do feel love.

There is a small baby that might be Shane, and he is dressed in gangster clothes. He has recently learned how to speak, though he seems more proficient at speaking than walking or keeping his balance in general.

Me and a girl tickles him and he drops some of the stuff he has been carrying in his pockets. He is crying and laughing at the same time, but he does seem generally sad that the girl teasingly has taken his stuff away from him, which breaks my heart and I feel sorry for him.

Skip.

I am talking to Nancy, it is clear that we are not going to buy the house for living, but I point out that it is a perfect grow house. It is far away from civilisation, which should discourage authorities from coming snooping around. It takes a bit of convincing, but she finally comes around.

I look outside during this and there is a man sitting in a sun chair looking out over the ocean and he isn't wearing a shirt. He doesn't seem to pay any attention to what is going on in the house though I get the feeling he lives there.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some kind of building construction setting. As I was in this setting, I had some kind of conversation going on in my head, probably just a conversation with myself, but possibly a "remembered" conversation between myself and some person I looked up to.

The conversation had something to do with the way capitalists exploit people, and how anybody with a conscience shouldn't be part of the corporate system. Of course I felt bad, thinking about my own life in this context.

The building construction site was enormous. It was almost like some kind of futuristic landscape, where everything in site was part of one kind of building complex. But the whole area seemed to be under construction. But it was in complete disarray, as if things had been destroyed, or as if the place, instead of being a construction site, were just a gigantic dump.

I was now either swinging on a huge crane or watching some kind of robot swinging from the crane. The crane had a red metal frame. It swung back and forth in front of a half-built building.

As the crane swung back and forth, I heard the voice in my head talk about my boss, referring to him as a "lucky boss." Something about the way this had been said made me feel bad about myself all over again, as if I were part of some awful system where the bosses were all "lucky" and everybody else was being exploited.

I was now definitely watching a robot swinging from the crane. The robot was yellow, like a tractor. It may even have been made out of old tractor parts. But it had cute, big eyes that looked half like oogly eyes and half like empty headlights for a car.

The robot dropped itself off the crane. It fell down toward a huge pile of other tractor-like robots. I knew that the impact of the landing would kill the robot. But I knew that the robot had meant to do this, and that it had wanted to die.

Dream #2

I was in some kind of forest or rural area. I was in front of a cabin. It was a warm, partly sunny day.

I jumped up into the air and flew over toward a dirt road or dirt path. As I did this, I thought to myself something about the history of the United States and slavery.

I landed on the path. The path was blocked by a patch of weeds, some of which were quite tall, even flowering. I jumped up into the air again and flew over the weeds. There may have been another patch of weeds not too far after the first one. So I may have decided to keep on flying.

As I flew over the weeds, I continued my thoughts on slavery. I thought to myself that African Americans had been kept down first by slavery. But then, even after slavery, they had to deal with so much oppression. I thought to myself, Well, I shouldn't be surprised if there's resentment because of all this. But now the situation is definitely changing.

Morning of June 12, 1976. Saturday.



At the beginning of my dream, I find myself walking north on a known back road between Arcadia and my home in Cubitis. It seems I am returning home from somewhere, possibly school, although it is the weekend in reality. (My dream self often does not know what year it is let alone the day, though walking home here symbolizes my imminent return to consciousness). It is possibly late morning or early afternoon. The weeds on each side of the road are higher and denser than in reality. The road seems older or less-maintained (which may be an indicator of the presence of prescient threads, of which there are two known of in this dream). I am walking on the right side of the road, close to the roadside.

Stepping out from the roadside and from my right is a hippie (at least two years older than me, possibly about seventeen) with long blond hair. He is apparently selling GRIT newspapers. He seems like an unlikely older hippie version of my otherwise soft-spoken friend Johnny C—-y, but the hair color is wrong. He is otherwise unknown.

Even though he is selling GRIT newspapers, he also seems to be selling illicit drugs (a very rare dream scenario). He offers me a free sample pill called “Snakeskin” (which I first also but only vaguely consider is a reference to American dollar bills, followed by vaguely considering if the pill is actually made of skin from a snake), which is a large green oval tablet. For some reason, I take it (which is something I never would have done in real life).

As I continue to walk along, I have a strange feeling of being pulled into the air and thrown to the opposite side of the road, which causes me to wake with an unusual but vague sense of motion sickness, though it is very brief.

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Familiar dream state components and meanings:

RAS symbolism: A snake often serves as the main trigger of RAS and is likely the oldest biologically (and probably serves as such in the dreams of all primates, including lemurs, lorises, monkeys, apes, and man). Here however, the association is with its skin, for the subliminal realization of the shedding of it as releasing the fictional dream self to return to the conscious self identity. The pill, as an emergent consciousness precursor (in contrast to the alternate choice of reading the newspaper), symbolizes the shift in consciousness that occurs with waking. My dream self however, seems to subliminally perceive it as reinduction potential (though just as in waking life, some pills are known to bring one closer to unconsciousness, while this dream ultimately utilizes the opposite inference regardless of how my dream self views it).

Vestibular system symbolism: The rising upwards and flipping backwards to the other side of the road is the resolving of ambiguous vestibular system dynamics in rising from unconsciousness. This is the same waking symbolism as in dreams such as “The Pole Vault Event” from 1970, though in that one, the dynamics were transmuted to another dream character.

Premonitory hypnopompic precursor: My entire dream seems based on potential control (though based on passive choice in this case) of the waking transition and the nature of RAS. This is because I had continuously been working with dreams in this way since I was around eight years old (to induce apex lucidity). However, prescience always has curious potential despite the dream type or its core symbolism and inherent meaning. In fact, prescience seems far more likely to stem from known core symbolism, which has always puzzled me.

Personified preconscious: Newspaper boy. The personified preconscious is rendered for waking mediation of a softer transition than “raw” RAS, though often with conflict if there is real environmental noise (and a need to wake and identity it) or biological need (for example, a need to use the bathroom, drink water, or change sleeping position).

Emergent consciousness factor: The newspapers and the pill, relative to apparent choice. The role of the preconscious here is in making me aware of thinking skills (reading) that are only viable when conscious. Additionally, it introduces the choice of exiting my dream with vestibular system consolidation (the pill), of which I subliminally associate with flight and thus prefer in this case over the softer choice (though which sometimes becomes abstract and annoying since printed text is difficult to understand or stabilize in many states of unconsciousness).

Prescient threads: A boy (unknown to me) selling GRIT approached my mother after this dream. She purchased the newspaper for about a year and a half prior to our move back to Wisconsin. Additionally, I needed to take both penicillin pills and painkillers after the surgery on my right thumb about two months after this dream. (I had never taken pills on any regular basis before.) The prescient nature of the latter seems to be validated by the preconscious in this case having similarities (in appearance only) to my real-life friend Johnny. Although the pills in this dream are presumably illicit, Johnny had told me a few times in real life that he wanted to be a doctor after finishing high school.

Real-life influence seems to have come from a GRIT advertisement, though with altered associations.

Additional notes: In this dream, the original vague association of “Snakeskin” being a reference to money was probably based on the altered association with the GRIT advertisement. The waking symbolism is oriented to my right as is most often the case. The preconscious is rendered to my right as the newspaper boy, who steps out from the weeds from my right. This seems mainly due to sleeping on my left side (as real environmental factors are more intrusive upon my right side, which is more exposed to the real environment I am sleeping in, and its ambiance - whereas unconscious factors, even when personified, are typically oriented on my left). In contrast, flying and being suddenly aware of the left side of my body (on the left side of the road) is the final waking dynamic, as it correlates exactly with my real physical orientation and sleeping position.

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