Thread: Lucid Files From Oneironaut's Matrix

01/29/2009
Dream One:
"Shopped and Screwed"

I was in the Altamonte mall with my mom, and cousins Mario and Treasure. In one of the clothing stores, I was looking for a fedora hat. There was a massive hat rack, which was so big that I had to jump to reach some of them. A clerk came over and started talking about women and playing 'the game.' Another guy was working with him, and they went on and on for a while, talking about game, while I tried out hats and checked myself out in a nearby mirror. I ended up losing track of my mom and the others, but just kind of shrugged it off and figured I'd meet up with them later. Lots of time went by, and I finally decided to go search for them. One of the sales clerks - who thought I was intently listening to everything he had to say - seemed really pissed/disappointed, when I said "Ok, I'll catch you guys later" and walked off. Apparently, he'd thought his rap was going to get me to stick around and buy something. Heh.

The mall was absolutely packed with people, and my family was nowhere in sight. I just walked around aimlessly for a while, and tried to catch a glimpse of them. In doing so, I checked out a couple of other stores. I passed a piano store and thought about going in to play a few tunes (which I usually do in waking life), but decided against it. I finally bumped into them at the food court, sitting around a table. My mom was a bit pissed that they'd gone so long without me, but it was ultimately no big deal. Mario and Trea were having a discussion about dancing, and Mario was talking about how he wanted to learn to pop. I put in my two cents and showed him a move or two. Shortly after, I heard "Fall Into Me" by DJ Micro playing somewhere in the background and Mario and I went to go check it out. There were two guys that were practically raving in the middle of the mall, next to a boom box. Mario and I were just about to start busting out some moves of our own, but there were a bunch of little kids playing around the radio and they kept stopping the music. After a while, we just got frustrated with the brats and walked back to the table, and then we all strolled around the mall a bit more.

At some point, I saw something on a screen where a guy was getting tortured. He was tricked into a small room with mirrors all around him, in a circle, and a wooden floor. Every few moments, as he moved around and tried to find his way out, someone would sneak into the room through a trap door, and crack the guy over the head with something. Then they would remove a small, triangular section of the floor. When the victim 'came to,' he would see a piece of the floor moving, and a huge blade spinning beneath the room. Then, he would get hit again, by surprise, and the next time he looked up, a larger section of the floor would be missing. By the end, he was on one tiny triangle of wood, and the rest of the floor was this huge, whirling blade - like he was standing over a giant blender. I knew exactly what was going to happen next and, not wanting to see the guy get hacked up, I turned away from the screen and kept walking.

Shortly after this, I went to try on some clothes. Standing in the dressing room, I (for some unknown reason) reached out and touched the mirror. Suddenly, the mirror and the floor I was standing on rotated, and I slipped through a secret passageway. When I turned around, I noticed I was in the exact same room that I had just seen on screen; completely surrounded by mirrors, with the wooden floor beneath me that already had a triangular piece missing, exposing the huge blade below. Through immediate panic, I quickly deduced that I was dreaming. Relieved, I floated over the spinning blade and pressed my hands against the mirror on the opposite side of the room, phasing through it and back out into the mall hallway. I was on the second floor, and things felt extremely realistic. I touched the railing and (even after walking through a mirror) doubted my lucidity for just a moment. Then, regaining confidence, I jumped over the railing and landed softly on the first floor. I then began flying everywhere, but it was really hard to control my movements. It was like I was over-floating and having to push off of the walls and everything, as if I didn't have full flight control. I couldn't really think of anything fun to do (I find that to be a recurring problem with spontaneous lucidity), but my mind was easily swayed when I saw this really cute chick sitting on shoe-fitter's bench. I started messing with her a bit, and she warmed up to me easily. I sat down beside her, and was about to get a quickie in, when someone else came up behind us, reached around her, and kissed her before I did. She made this really disgusted face and said something like "...yeah...ok...great..Excuse me while I purge.." and then she just threw up all over the place, including getting some of it on my pants. With a face practically dripping with puke, she explained that it was the smell if cigarettes, coming from that guy, that made her throw up.

She got up from the bench and said she really needed to go wash up. There was a flight of stairs in a hallway behind us, and she went upstairs to use the bathroom. She came back down, a few seconds later, and said that the door upstairs was locked. Still completely aware I was dreaming, I focused on 'telekinetically' unlocking the door, and then I just said "Ok. It's unlocked now." She went back upstairs and washed off. Just as quickly, she came back down, completely clean, and we started getting it on, on the bench. I don't really remember the sex very much, but afterward, I found my cousin Mario again, and I was telling him about how hard it was going to be for me to remember everything that's been happening in this dream, after I wake up. I started listing off some of the events, just as a reminder. The dream faded shortly after that.


Dream Two:
"Twister Bomb"

I was with Todd, and we were driving through a Taco Bell drive-thru window. I was telling him about the previous dream, and seemed just completely uninterested. He kept trying to interrupt me with stories of his own. I already had food with me and, as he was ordering his own food, he kept asking me if he could have my food too, while he waited for his. I just kind of laughed at him.

Afterward, we were driving down a road, surrounded by wide-open plains. I was in the passenger seat of his Jeep. Suddenly, on my side, a missile came streaking through the air, running almost parallel to us, but angled just to our front. It dropped down maybe a mile in front of us and ignited a massive, nuclear explosion. After seeing the flash, I knew it wouldn't be long before we were hit with the shock wave. Before I had a chance to be truly terrified, I realized I was dreaming again. Still anticipating the shock wave, I kind of braced for it, knowing it was inevitable, but knowing that we could survive it, because it wasn't real. The shock wave then slammed into us, but ultimately did very little, as we kept on driving right through it. Ahead, I could see this huge, black column of a mushroom cloud, stretching up into the sky. Intrigued, I phased out of the Jeep, and went flying toward the enormous plume. The closer I got, the more I could see that the pillar of smoke was actually spinning like a tornado. It was absolutely fierce-looking. Instantly, I wanted to fly inside of it, and I pushed ahead as hard as I could. It seemed, though, that the winds (and equally as bad flight control) was causing me to miss it, even though it was big enough to take up my entire field of view. I kept just kind of shifting off to either side, and couldn't find my way inside of it. I just kind of flew around the mushroom cloud for a while, marveling at it.

Don't remember anything after that.

01/31/2009
Dream Two:
"Muggers Beware"

A bunch of us were hanging at my house, at night. I know Max and my ex were there, at least. There was a Christmas tree up, and there was a crazy, probably rabid, squirrel that was running around, inside the tree. It was sitting on a branch, when I walked passed the tree, and I half expected it to jump out toward me and maul me, but it didn't. It was holding on to something, but I don't know what it was. We ended up going outside. I remember pointing out that there was a small rainbow over my my neighbor's house. It was so small that it only stretched across the sidewalk running passed their driveway.

Shortly after, Max and I took off on a couple of bikes. We had to go to a house a few miles away and get one of two dogs(I don't remember why.), and some kind of trailer or wagon or something with wheels. We tied the thing with the wheels to Max's bike, and I brought the dog, walking it beside me on a leash. Before leaving the complex, we were stopped by a bunch of guys that wanted trouble. They were looking to steal the dog and trailer thing we were carrying - and probably anything else we had on us - and one of them had a rifle aimed directly at us. It was then that I became alert enough to realize I was dreaming. I smiled and got off of my bike, strolling straight up toward the fat man with the gun. I was silently daring him to shoot me, but it became apparent that he hadn't be prepared to actually fire the weapon. I expected him to shoot me in the chest or stomach but, instead, he quickly grabbed the rifle by the barrel, stepping in toward me and swinging the weapon like a baseball bat, aiming low for my ribs on my right side. The butt of the gun smashed up against my body and shattered into a million pieces. I didn't even feel it. The group of would-be bandits took a look at the splintered rifle and then looked at me, slack-jawed. I just turned around and slowly walked away from them. I wasn't really in the mood to do much in this dream, and I wasn't all to anxious to stay lucid, so max and I just continued riding back to where the rest of the crew was, and I lost lucidity around here.

I 'woke up,' the next morning, lying on a bed that was outside in the sun. My ex was lying next to me, implying we had hooked up, the previous night. I noticed one of the guys that was hanging out last night approaching, and I closed my eyes again to imply that I was still asleep, just because I didn't really feel like getting up and interacting with everyone, yet. When I had my eyes closed, I felt someone kiss me, and thought it was my ex. But, when I opened my eyes, it was the guy. He said "Haha. I knew you weren't asleep!" I suddenly jumped up, pissed, and was like "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT?!" This guy was huge and muscular, but I was so pissed I didn't hesitate to get in his face. He was saying something like "Well, you must have liked it, because you weren't really asleep and you let me do it!" even though it was obvious that I had my eyes close and wouldn't have even figured he would do such a thing. I began to figure that egging this guy into a fight probably wouldn't be the smartest idea, so I started dismissing him with my words, saying things like "Seriously...how fucking old are you to be doing shit like that to people? Six??" I then turned my back to him, and went on about my business.

Later, I was having a 'Snap Towel' fight with someone who I think was Mike P from work. This fight was beyond epic. We were fighting each other with all the prowess of a kung-fu movie, swinging the towels around like nunchaku (like I usually do when towel fighting) and pulling off flips and handstands while snapping the shit out of each other. There were a bunch of people watching us, and every time we'd get hit, after the loud snap, everyone would go "ooohhhhhhh" at the same time. Lol. I haven't had a good towel fight in a long time, and this was amazing. Heh.

02/06/2009
Dream One:
"Silent Holly Hill"

I was at my Grandparents' house, in Holly Hill, and was in one of the back rooms, watching the movie Silent Hill. There were two beds in the room, and I was lying on the one furthest away from the T.V. I heard the tell-tale siren sounding, in the movie, meaning that all Hell was about to break loose, and the town would descend into ghostly chaos. Having been forever since I've seen the movie, I started getting really anxious. My imagination started going crazy, and I starting thinking about ghosts and demons and stuff being real. (Needless to say, I've never been a big fan of horror movies. My imagination is just a little too active for my own good. Lol.)

As I was watching, and the "ghost-warning" siren started sounding, the bed next to me began moving. The sheet began to lift, as if there was a figure materializing beneath it. I was immediately freaked out about this, but figured it was just my imagination getting the best of me. Just the same, I didn't like being in this cramped back room, watching a horror movie, when my mind was playing tricks on me. I left the T.V. on and went to go finish watching the movie in the, larger, living room. Turning the bigger T.V. on, I watched a really gory sequence about Pyramid Head coming out and just ripping people apart with his sword or scythe or whatever - splattering them all over the place. Being out in the living room, I felt much more comfortable...that is until the sound of the ghost siren began to sound like it was coming from outside, rather than just the television speakers. I went to the sliding glass door and opened it, looking out through the screen. The sky outside was overcast - rather ominous, considering the weather in Silent Hill was always overcast, at best. There was no fog, but I could see that, the longer the siren went on, the darker the sky started to get. Again, I was starting to feel really uneasy about this. I knew what that sound meant, and I was sure that my mind wasn't just toying with me, this time.

I saw a couple of figures walking up the driveway, toward me. It took me a second, but I came to realize that they were just members of my family. I opened the screen door and met them outside. It was my mom, my cousin treasure, and my dad.

But then, it hit me...my dad has been dead since '05.

The final series of emotions came over me so fast. At first, I thought that my suspicions were correct; that the siren I was hearing was a cue for the dead to come back to life, and my dad was a sign of this. But then, in almost the same instant, I realized that this was a dream that was potentially turning into a nightmare. It was completely involuntary, but my beginning to freak out just ejected me from the dream and I woke up.

02/07/2009
Dream One:
"Big Zombies on Campus"

(This dream was just incredibly long. I know there are huge, gaping holes in my recollection of it - I wish I could remember so much more - but it was epic, nonetheless.)

I was back in my old neighborhood, and chillin with Rob and crew. They are all a bunch of rockers and, at first, there was a lot of racism coming from some of the people in the group. But, after those that didn't know me too well warmed up to me, things got a lot better. I was fucking around with Rob, slinging fake punches at him, and we started sparring a bit, as if we both knew Wing Chun. Later, a bunch of people brought guitars in, and I wanted to jam, so I walked over to my house to get my guitar. I knew it was in my car, though (where it is, now), so I walked around to where my car was. My car was an absolute mess, with junk piled up to the ceiling, pretty much. While outside, I met up with some others. I believe it was Jesse and Max. We'd scored these little scooters (don't remember where we got them) and were just riding around the neighborhood on them, in the middle of the night. One of them crashed under one of my neighbors boats. When I looked back at my fallen friend, I saw that everything passed the boat, and whichever of my friends had crashed, was pitch black. It was like the lights had been turned off, in succession, behind us. Immediately, this made me paranoid that we were being followed by something supernatural. The more I looked into the darkness and tried to figure out what, the more I felt that - even though I couldn't see it - there was something or someone walking through the darkness toward me. I was sure of it. Without wasting too much more time, we headed back to Rob's house, which was where my ex's old house was, instead of where it was supposed to be.

Later (I'm not actually 100% sure that this was the same dream, but I believe it was.), I was on some school campus, and it was day time. We were all in the gymnasium, and there were a bunch of kids being really rowdy, in the stands. We did something to them, to shut them up. Exactly what it was, I don't remember. I think we turned a fire hose on them or something. Whatever it was, it was pretty amazing, and pissed a lot of them off. Next thing I knew, we were outside, sitting at one of the many tables, under a pavilion. Suddenly, I'd gotten the same ominous type of feeling that I was getting, back outside Rob's house. I looked up from my table and saw a woman, dressed in a black and gold abaya and jibab, walking toward me. She looked more like a mystic, than just a regular muslim woman. With a serious stride, she walked up beside me, grabbed my arm, leaned over and whispered something to me like "Be careful. It's you they're going to be after" (or something to that effect) and then she simply walked off.

Shortly after she left, people began screaming and running in all directions. There were these knife-wielding, undead-looking, zombified psychos streaming into the area, slicing people up while headed in more-or-less my direction. What followed was a looonnng action sequence, that consisted of me running around this campus, having an all-on-one knife fight with all of these zombie things. I had managed to steal two of the knives from them (They were the curved machetes that Alice was using in Resident Evil: Extinction. <--I saw this same picture at work yesterday. Maybe that had a lot to do with inspiring this dream, too.) and was taking them all on. They weren't just regular, push-over zombies, though. They actually had speed and skill with the knives. They just looked like zombies. I remember two particular moments: One where I ended up doing a flip, with a half twist, up onto a table under the pavilion, knives in hand, as the horde moved in toward me. And another where I was running down one of the long hallways and, just as I got to an intersection, two knife-wielding hands came out from around the corner, directly at my face. On instinct, I crossed my own knives up in front of my face and blocked the other two just before they hit me. I then turned the corner and faced off against one of the many strays.

At the very end of the bloody battle (in which I had been cut many times, but not severely), after the zombies-things were dead, I had a confrontation with a large, football player-looking guy and like 3 of his friends. I don't even remember how the hell they got drawn into the story, but this guy wanted nothing more than to kick my ass. And it figures that, after a long, drawn-out battle against crazy, undead savages, it would take nothing more than a standoff with a large jock for me to realize I had been dreaming this whole time. Now lucid, my attitude toward this guy completely changed. I just smiled, watching him get his fill of himself, showing off to his friends by shadowboxing in front of me and talking about all the horrible things he was going to do to me. All apprehension aside, I just walked up to this guy while he was trying to show what a badass he was, and I laughed at him. I said something like "Yeah, yeah. That's great and all...but can you do this?" and I jumped into the air, holding my fist over my head. On my way down, I let a loud scream and slung my fist down at the concrete, visualizing the damage I would make. My fist hit the earth and created a huge crater in the stone, a wave rippling outward under the feet of the people around me. They were obviously intimidated.

A bit unsure of himself, the big(gest) guy stammered a bit and say "..uh..yeah..sure. Watch." And he jumped up and stomped down at the ground with all of his might. The ground actually cracked slightly, under his boots, but it was nowhere near the type of damage I did with my fist. He knew that he couldn't take me on, by himself, so he gave a swift order for his lackeys to take me down, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back and the big guy had jumped on top of me. He just began wailing on my with his fists, punching me in the face over and over, as fast and as ferociously as he could...though I could barely feel a thing. I simply took all of the punches in stride, giving him ample time to figure out just how futile his attack really was. Finally, he stopped, looking down at me smiling back at him. He was in complete shock. Having given him his shot, I decided to retaliate. While still on my back, with this guy sitting on my midsection, I drew my hands together at my right side, fingers curled a few inches away from their opposites. Imagining the ball of ki energy growing between my hands, I slowly growled "kaaaaa...meeee......haaaaaa....meeeeeeeee.... " feeling the heat beside me, knowing the energy ball had manifest, even though my eyes never left my opponents. Finally, I screamed out "HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" and fired the energy blast directly at him, from inches away. I was blinded by the light, for a moment, but when I looked up, I saw the ball of energy soaring away, into the sky above. At first, I thought I had completely disintegrated the guy. But then one of his friends leaned over me and said "Uh...you missed him," and pointed off in one direction. I looked over to see the big guy running away from me like a scared little girl.

I jumped up to my feet and immediately chased after him. He jumped over a railing and to a lower level. When I followed, I slammed down on the lower level ground with the same force of my fist, earlier, cratering the sidewalk and continuing to chase after him. I caught up to him in the parking lot, and it had suddenly started raining. Unfortunately, I can't remember how my fight with this guy ended...but it probably wasn't pretty.

Later, I was walking back to my car, still lucid. It was now night time and the guy's lackeys were now following me and trying to be all nice. As DC's they were now aware that I was aware that I was dreaming. One of them said something like "Heh...you had a pretty good day today, didn't you?" I said "...A phenomenal day," talking about how awesome the dream was. We were all getting into my car and the same guy asked "Are you going to try to take this dream back to the 'other side' with you, or just let yourself forget about it?" I stopped and realized that I had better take the time to remember the events, before I woke up. But, as soon as I started thinking about waking up, I woke up.

(I immediately came over to the PC and took down all the notes I could remember, but I already felt that so much had been lost. The dream just seemed to go on forever. When I looked at the clock, though, I had only been asleep for 3 hours.)

Epic u had some good dreams man espically the freddy cruger 1 thats awesome and the zombie 1 all ive had is 1 fa in which i was about to do lots of stuff then my alarm came on.. lol

Originally Posted by maxy126

Epic u had some good dreams man espically the freddy cruger 1 thats awesome and the zombie 1 all ive had is 1 fa in which i was about to do lots of stuff then my alarm came on.. lol

Hehe. Thanks, man. My Freddy dreams are usually pretty wild. I don't know what it is about him, but he's usually a badass, when it comes to my dreams. I run into Jason Voorhees a lot, but I usually end up killing him. Freddy always seems to be a lot more powerful, though.

And that sucks about your alarm waking you up. That's always the worst sound to get sucked out of a dream too.

yeah lol u kill jason alot rofl! and i cud here my sister and mum talking in background cuz they were talking in rl and it sounded well werid when my alarm went off my mind spinned around since in this fa i was facing the other direction lmao

Time to catch up:


02/15/2009
(I was completely hammered, when I went to sleep, so all I remember are brief clips of a bunch of different dreams. I had a fairly long lucid, but even that is not much more than a few fragments thrown in the mix together.)

Dream One:
"Mirror-land"
I spent a long time hanging out with a bunch of different people, inside a large house which had an observatory up on the roof. We were taking turns looking through the telescope, but instead of stars, all we were seeing was a mass of millions of 1's and 0's. The guy who was operating it told me that that's the default view, but there is one more mode. He switched on the other mode and all the 1's and 0's turned into 3D models of stars, which really just appeared as dots. There were clouds of space gas that showed up as large, bubble-like formations. It was a lot like looking at a model in Blender 3D, in workspace mode.

Later, walking through the house, I'd begun to suspect that I was dreaming. I wasn't quite sure of it yet, because things felt really solid, but I definitely had that nagging suspicion. I pointed my palm out in front of me and tried to move a dresser drawer with my mind. It didn't budge an inch, and I began to doubt myself, but I thought I'd give it another try, and I held out both hands as if guiding the dressed toward me. I hardly even saw it move, but I heard a heavy wooden squeak on the floor. A bit surprised at this, I tried again, and the dresser moved much more easily. I knew, then, that I was dreaming.

I walked over to a tall, standing mirror and decided to try walking into it. First I stuck my head inside, and it bent inward as if I was pressing my head against a pane of plastic. I then put my hands up and walked forward, trying to “break through.” It kept the same sensation, though, as if I was trying to walk through a tall, anchored sheet of plastic. A good ways inside of this “bubble” of mirror, I wondered what it would be like if I wrapped myself in it completely, so I turned to the left and sort of “walked around” the wooden beam on the left side of the mirror, completely cocooning myself in the reflective material. Soon, the material seemed to kind of “dissolve,” to where I could see through it, and I was then standing inside the same room…except everything was the opposite of what I’d remembered. The chair was on the opposite side, as was the bed, etc. I went for a walk around this “mirror world” for a while and everything had a sort of supernatural feel to it. I walked into one room where there was a huge sculpture of some kind of severed head, gore and all. It quickly began to freak me out, so I visualized it as being something else, and it turned into a cartoon-looking clown head with balloons all around it, which I found much less threatening.

Don’t really remember anything else.




03/03/2009
Dream Two:
"Mindsweepers"

(This one was pretty interesting. I've had dreams within dreams before, but I've never had a dream where I was in someone else's dream. I don't remember a whole lot of it, but the whole concept of how this one played out was awesome. I happened to catch the end of Vanilla Sky, last night, which I hadn't seen in ages. I'm figuring that's probably what inspired this dream.)

I was with two other guys, and we were part of an operation that sent us inside the mind of a mentally disturbed girl. We were supposed to locate some sort of blocked memory from her childhood, that was going to help her psychological therapy along (kind of like the whole The Cell premise). I don't remember anything from the "real world," but once we entered her mind, it was as if we were entered a warehouse. Instead of going through a surreal "dream world" with vivid landscapes and fragmented continuity, we walked through a massive storeroom with various objects and boxes filed away, all over the place. Each of these objects were the girl's memories. What was surreal was that some of them were gigantic in size, such as a very large, pink, children's bike that stood up in a corner, some 15ft tall.



After roaming around this warehouse of memories, we came to a huge docking area door at the far end of the "building." I went over to take a look, and one of the guys told me to be careful, because this was where all of the girl's childhood nightmares were stored. Tampering with it in the wrong way could unleash any or all of her forgotten nightmare creatures to run rampant within her mind, which could send her into an even worse psychological state. It was also where we were going to find clues to the blocked memory.

The guy who knew the most about what we were doing here, a young, apparent American (judging by the way he talked) of middle-eastern descent, came over to the panel near the door, where I was standing. The panel was very high-tech, and had a screen on it with a scrolling marquis of all types of monsters and disturbing images - a display of the atrocities held behind the door. The apparent technician opened up a service hatch in the floor, under the computerized panel, and crawled down inside of it. He got to work doing...something or other, and we just kind of watched him from above while he worked. He was supposedly able to navigate the contents behind the door this way, to find clues in her nightmares to whatever memory it was we were looking for.

A few seconds after he started, an alarm began blaring. The guy below us began panicking, saying that something had gone wrong, and the door was about to open, releasing something from within. He stayed below, in the hatch, and the two of us up top scrambled backward as the huge door hissed and ascended high over our heads. Immediately, a goliath of a monster stomped out from storage. It was 20ft tall, easily, and had a top-heavy, muscle-ridden body with arms like redwood trunks. And it looked really, really pissed off.

The tech-guy screamed out that we had to keep this thing from getting away into the different corners of this girl's mind, or it could do irreparable damage to her. In a bit of a strange twist, I realized that this was a dream world, and that I was good at dream control. Not sure if anything was going to work, because this wasn't my own mind. (In essence, I became lucid, without really becoming lucid. ) I squared off against the massive monster, and planted my feet, pulling my hands back to one side and trying to summon a kamehameha energy blast. When I threw them out in front of me, nothing but a pitiful wave of distortion shot out of my palms, doing absolutely nothing to the monster. He charged in toward me and I dodged off to one side, jumping toward a wall and running straight up it, vertically, until I was higher than the beast's head. When I was high enough, I did a twisting backward flip over the monsters head, throwing my hands downward, repeatedly, and trying to fire multiple blasts of energy at the monster's head as a flipped and twisted over top of him. Nothing but short puffs of failure bursting from my hands. I landed the impossibly high flip perfectly, though, crouching and facing the towering creature, completely out of ideas.



Suddenly, just as soon as the action had started, it stopped. Time had rewound, and we were back roaming through the storage facility again, just beginning to approach the large door. It was then that I noticed that we'd done this before. I remembered the monster, and trying to use powers. I then realized that this wasn't the girl's dream. It was mine. I was now actually lucid. The first thing I did was look at my hands, and everything was just about as vivid as it was, before. I had to actually try to visualize my hands as being distorted, before the began to warp and change shape. The DC's I had been with were still playing their roles, though, and were going to work on the hatch again. I told them there was no need for that, because I was the one dreaming. It took some coaxing, but I got them to abandon the mission so we could go find something else to do. I distinctly remember one of them protesting - citing the importance of the mission - as we were walking away from the hatch, and me telling him to "just shut up, DC", feeling frustrated after my attempts at beating the monster before had been so futile. The thought crossed my mind to try fighting it again, but I didn't really feel like wasting the dream on it.

(Unfortunately, that's all I remember, and I woke up shortly after that. I came to the PC to take down my notes and then went back to sleep.)


Dream (Frag) Three:
I was on a narrow pier, walking out toward the ocean. There were a few of my friends and co-workers hanging around, and a bunch of little kids roaming about the area. I remember V from work, specifically, and I said what's up to him, as I passed him, heading toward the end of the pier. When I got to the end, there was a jacuzzi on a small deck, just near the edge, looking out over the water. There were a few little kids and teenagers in the jacuzzi, and I settled down into it to enjoy the water. With little pretense, I realized how odd this set-up was, and became aware that I was dreaming again.

Being in the hot tub, the first thing I did was wish there was a hot chick in there with me. But when I looked around, all I saw were nothing but kids. A bit disturbed by this, I glanced toward one of the girls and commanded that she transform into an older chick. She slowly sank down until the water topped over her head, and then emerged just as slowly - now a smokin hot, topless brunette with the most devilish smile on her face. One of the young boys in the jacuzzi looked at her bare chest and belted out "Whoa! Those are NICE!"

The last thing I remember is telling the kids to get lost, and making my way over to the new girl.

Damn. Robbed.



03/06/2009
Dream One:
"Alpha Male"

I was walking down my street. The dream had started at night, and I was with someone. We walked down toward the YMCA, and there were a lot of people out there playing games in the dark. Down the perpendicular street, there were a lot of cars pulling in and out of the high school, as if some huge function was going on, but there wasn't really very many lights in the area at all, aside from the headlights. I spent some time down on this end of the road, but I don't really remember very much of what went on.

The next thing I knew, it was daytime out, and I was walking back toward the direction of my house. About halfway there, I saw three very large creatures walking my way on all fours. They were wolves, but not like any other wolves I'd ever seen. There was a fully-grown wolf, and two cubs. The thing was: the cubs - on all fours - stood a good 3 feet high. The adult was as tall as I was. Just as I stopped walking, they spotted me. Immediately they came running in my direction, snarling. Knowing that wolves of this size would have ripped me to shreds in seconds, I instinctively ran toward the house whose driveway I was crossing. With the wolves right on my heels, I took a leap of faith, kicking off of the garage door for elevation and getting just high enough to grab the roof with my hands. My legs dangling, I was somehow able to drag myself up onto the roof by the palms of my hands, as if I was Spider-Man and my hands could stick flat to any surface.

I stood up on the roof, and the first thing I realized was how impossible it would have been for me to actually climb a house like that. Not only was I never that great a climber, but my hands sticking to the rooftop like that was just absurd. I realized I was dreaming, stepping back over to the edge of the roof and looking down. The large wolves jumped up and down, snapping their jaws toward me, but falling just short of being able to reach the rooftop. I walked along the edge and, no matter which direction I walked, they followed me, trying viciously to get high enough to drag me down. Finally, I just thought to myself, "fuck it", and I jumped down and landed in the center of the driveway. They converged on me instantly, and I began fighting them off, grabbing them as they lunged and grappling with them. I don't remember much of the play-by-play for the fight, but I do remember punching the big one in the face, and then doing a telekinetic move where I dodged its jaws and held up my index and middle fingers, swiping them downward as if I were holding an invisible sword, and passing them inches away from the wolf's neck. A crimson line appeared in the wolf's coat, along the path where my fingers - had they been so long - would have traveled (kind of like Sylar's lobotomy move in Heroes, only much faster). The adult wolf's head then tilted forward, and fell off of its shoulders. The body followed.

I don't remember anything after that.

03/15/2009
Dream Three:
"Death Bus"
I was on a bus with a psychotic driver. We were up on some cliff overlooking the ocean, and she was careening around all of the curves with the pedal to the floor. I could tell that she was about to head straight for the guardrail, and I stood up from my seat and ran toward the back, just about the jump out the Emergency Exit. I was too late, though, and we were already flying off of the cliff. The bus landed in the ocean, and water began flooding in. Many of the people on the bus were already dead from the impact, and they were floating around in the quickly sinking bus. While I was trying to make my escape, I could see that the bus was sinking way too fast, and it would be a miracle if I was able to get back to the surface.

Suddenly, I saw a group of figures closing in on the bus from outside. For lack of human legs, I could tell that they were Mer-people. From the way they were frantically searching around the bus, it looked like they were actually looking for survivors of the crash. Seeing this, I immediately became lucid. No longer in danger, I simply levitated upward, phasing through the overturned bus and out of the surface of the ocean, just levitating a few feet over the water and looking around.

03/19/2009
"Third Degree Burns"

I was with DV Member Burns and some other dude. They were going out for the first time, and I was there hanging out with them. We were in some bar in a mall, and were getting wasted. I can't remember what Burns was having, but I had a gin and tonic, as did the other guy. I remember paying for the first round, but nothing about who got the others. Burns seemed really vulnerable, though, as if she had just come out of a failed relationship and was really touchy and suspicious of this other guy. They kept getting into tiny spats that turned into a huge argument. She was being really catty, and he was being pretty insensitive, just kind of shrugging off everything she said, which obviously helpd make things wose. A little later, I was sitting on a small group of steps, shuffling cards (which I often do, to keep myself busy when I'm bored or agitated), and the two of them were standing a couple of feet away from me, still going at it. Finally, I spoke up and said something like: "You know, I'm just going to come out and say it. You're both being assholes to each other. I've been here the whole time, and I think you're both being really unfair to each other and it's only making things worse for no reason." Realizing I was right, they both apologized to each other. I also apologized to Burns because I kept calling her 'Burns' instead of her real name. She said it was ok, found it endearing, said I could keep calling her Burns if I wanted to.

Later, after everything was cool again, Burns and the dude were gone, and I was strolling around the mall. Glancing into one of the stores I was passing, I saw L - a girl I used to work with and had a huge crush on, but unfortunately had a big falling out with. She noticed me and began to talk to me. The atmosphere was really awkward, because before now, she'd been avoiding me for over a year, and we'd pretty much just stopped talking to each other. Now, she was actually putting in effort to make conversation with me. She began to make an almost solemn tone, and asked me why we never really became good friends, instead of acquaintances...and why we never became more than just friends. By the look in her eyes, she seemed really sincere, and almost heartbroken at the thought, which really affected me. All I could answer was with "I don't know," (because I didn't know), but just seeing her like this really made me miss her being around, and I could feel myself getting a little choked up. She told me that it wasn't too late to fix things between us - and she admitted that she wanted to grow old and have kids with me, someday - which blew my mind. The whole time we were talking, the multi-screen TV setup in the background was playing some presentation about Love. L then began laying her sentiments on real think. She was telling me that I'd have to be devoted to her and only her, and how I'd better not go around talking to other women and whatnot - and I was thinking to myself "Whoa, slow down...you've been avoiding me for over a year, and now you're talking to me like we're exchanging vows??" I knew that something was out of place. There was something very weird about the way she was acting, and this whole situation in general.

I took a look around. The mall was practically empty now, and when I turned back in her direction, L was gone. The only one anywhere near me was a female store clerk. She was looking at me like I was nuts, because I was standing in one spot and looking around like I was lost. I said outloud that "this can't be real". She said something or other, doubting my assertion. I started thinking back, and came to the realization that this couldn't be real because I didn't remember ever driving to this mall. I was just kinda "here." I began to suspect that I was dreaming, but things were really vivid. I raised one hand toward a stack of magazines in the store and tried to levitate them, but they wouldn't budge. Looking up, I tried to make the lights flicker, but that didn't really work either. Finally, I tried to manifest L again. I looked back at the TV screens that were playing the love program, and tried to 'visualize' L coming into view. Slowly, she walked through the wall of screens like they were made of liquid, and was standing before me. "I knew it!" I said, now certain that this was a dream. I glanced around the mall again, trying to think of something to do with my remaining lucidity. It was then that I caught a glimpse of something on the ceiling. It was an arm sticking out from over a suspended light fixture. It quickly tucked itself away, just as I looked up, but not before I could make out the dingy, red and green fabric of the long-sleeved sweater.

"Ha! Get out here, Freddy!" I called out, knowing immediately who it was. The second I yelled for him, a security guard suddenly grabbed me by the wrist. I quickly turned to face him, just in time to see his face morph from some ordinary stranger into the twisted, burned-away visage of Krueger. I didn't notice the change of the security guard outfit back to the sweater, but it was instantaneous. Krueger was grinning evily, and I could tell he was ready to try his hand at killing me again. Happy that he showed up, I rolled my wrist out of his grasp and jumped backward. "What's up, man?!" I challenged him, slinging one hand down after the other, I made razors that match his gloves slide out of my fingertips - like I'd done in our first meeting, but this time with both hands. I could actually feel them break the skin with a dull pinch. Freddy came at me on a mission. We started hacking and slashing at each other, ducking and dodging wild slices and stabs, and blocking each others nails with our own - though there were no sparks when our hands clashed, as there had been on the first time we fought nail to nail.

We moved deftly through the mall while fighting, kind of 'gliding' over the ground in long, dashes and matching strides, as if we were aggressive ice skaters chasing each other around the rink while throwing blows. For all his trying, though, he couldn't lay a hand on me. It came to be that I was chasing him at one point, and he was dashing backward while facing me and fighting off my attacks. We were moving really fast, and I thought I could get him with a distraction. I slashed at him, saying "Duck!", which he ducked. I did it again with the other arm, saying "DUCK!" which he ducked again. And then, mixing it up instead of "Goose!" which is how the kids' game goes, I said "Moose!!" and pointed over Freddy's shoulder, quickly implying that there was a moose behind him. Obviously confused, Freddy turned his head to look behind him and said "Huh?!?" As soon as he wasn't looking, I slammed my shoulder into his body, throwing him off of his feet and full speed and making him crash into a corner, sprawled upside down with his legs in the air. I exploded into laughter, pointing at him. I could feel the dream's solidity fading, but before I had time to think, Freddy was back on his feet and the fight was back on. This time, I was the one dashing backward, while he advanced on me. I tried to show off a bit and jumped into the air, flipping upside down and trying to offset gravity by running on the ceiling. Trying to manuever myself so that I would still be facing Freddy, which involved putting a half spin with the flip, I became disoriented. Now there was practically nothing but a fading blur in my field of vision. I could still make out his arm swinging for me, and I tried to sneak a peak at my hands to bring the clarity back into the dream - but I was doing so in the midst of ducking and dodging his attacks, and things were just to frantic to solidify.

The dream faded and I woke up. At least, I thought I woke up.


Dream (Frag) Two: (FA)
I woke up in my bed, and there was a really hot blond chick straddling my pelvis. I didn't think too much of it at first, and glanced at the TV. There was a horror movie on, but I can't remember what was going on on the screen. I looked back at the girl, who was looking seductively down at me. I suddenly realized that I was still dreaming. The second I realized this, the girl's eyes rolled all the way back into her head, until they were nothing but white. Her face quickly deteriorated and her mouth became freakishly slack-jawed as she turned into a demon right before me.

(I immediately woke up for real. I came to the computer to type up my notes and browse DV. I checked on what the lucid tasks of the month were, and went back to bed with a mind to attempt a WBTB.)


Dream Three:
"Beyond Dreaming"

I was in school with two other guys, one of which I remember being named 'Jamal.' I was spontaneously lucid, but to a very low degree. I was fully aware that this was my dream, but I treated the other two DC's as if they were living entities, and we were dream sharing. I was giving them hints and tips about navigating the dreamworld and whatnot, and was in full control of myself - aside for the one glaring realization that these two guys weren't real either. One of the guys was getting confused because of all the hallways and how they seemed to keep changing. I did my best to guide him. Around here, my lucidity began fading even more. I was still aware we were in a dream world, but I was treating things more and more like they were real. I began looking for my artwork to show my two companions. One said he'd taken my work out of my portfolio so he could use the book, and that my work was in a locker. We went to find it and, on the way, passed a fireman. When we got to the locker, it was locked (of course). I thought about phasing my hand through it, but decided against it for some reason. I stepped over to the fireman and took his axe. Slamming it repeatedly into the locker, I cut my way inside.


Dream (Frag) Four: (FA)
I got up and tried to read the time, but the numbers on the clock kept changing, while I was looking at them. I didn't even have to look away and look back. I knew I was still dreaming and tried to wake up again, wondering what time it really was.


Dream Five:
"Hadouken-Boiled"

I ended up in another dream, and was back in school again. It didn't take me long at all, recognizing my surroundings, to realize that I was still dreaming. Walking the halls, I tried to think of the Tasks, and the first one to come to mind was the "walk on a rainbow" task. I was inside, though, and couldn't find a rainbow. I saw a ghostly one appear in a reflection from one of the glass walls in the hallway, but it was inside the glass and I didn't really have a way to get to it. I tried to make a 'fake' rainbow on the ground, just for the sake of completing the task, but I couldn't do that either. Walking a little further, I passed a Skittles dispenser with a huge rainbow printed across the machine. (LOL!) Thinking I could use this to my advantage, I ripped the face of the machine off, and it was soft like a tarp. I threw it down on the ground but I thought it was pretty lackluster. While I was thinking of a way to make it more 'rainbow-y,' it suddenly lit up, by itself, shining bright with all its colorful glory. "This'll do," I figured to myself. Just as I began walking across it, some girl showed up out of nowhere. She stepped up on the tarp with me and we began making out on it. We lowered ourselves to the floor and lay down on the rainbow and kissed some more, but I didn't want to risk losing the dream yet, by having sex so I got up to leave after I was satisfied that I'd "walked across the rainbow" like the task instructed.

Next, I thought about the Green Eggs and Ham task. I was pretty anxious to try this, because I don't really remember paying much attention to the taste of lucid food. As if on cue, I passed someone in the hall that had something green on his plate. Before I was close enough to see what it was, I 'willed' it to be green eggs and ham. Effortlessly, it had worked, and I could see a few green slabs of ham and two green, hard-boiled eggs on the plate. I bit into the ham, and it tasted awful - like eating play-dough or something. A bit reluctant, I bit into one of the eggs, and it tasted just like a normal hard-boiled egg. It was actually pretty good. By this time, the hallways were beginning to fill up with people. Feeling a bit mischeivious, I took the remaining egg and hurled it through the air, smacking someone over the head with it. From out of nowhere, another egg came flying back at me, and then another from any direction. And another after that. Suddenly, everyone in the hallway was throwing peeled, hard-boiled eggs at me. Moving as fast as I could, I was slapping away the eggs like I do the bullets in some of my other lucids, and there were so many people in the hallways that most of the ones I deflected would end up hitting the others. People started chasing me with their egg assault, and I ran for cover. I was having the time of my life, but I was grossly outnumbered. I ended up getting cornered, and just as they were about to launch a full-on egg barrage, I got a bright idea. (I remembered one of the last things I remembered on DV being AmazeO telling me "Hadouken!" and I wondered if this might work. If I didn't have any eggs, I would have to manifest them...a lot of them.)

I pulled my hands back, as if I were doing a Kamehameha, but when I through my hands forward, I screamed "Hadouken!" unleashing a steady stream of hundreds of eggs out of my palms and just completely owning everyone in front of me. I could actually feel the eggs coming out of my palms, which was a very weird sensation. We battled for a little while, and I ended up slipping away from the horde. I found myself in the cafeteria and, nothing else to do, I had sex with some random chick up against the wall, while the rest of the people in the cafeteria either watched or did their own thing. I wasn't really paying them much attention. I don't remember much of the sex at all, but I was soon back out in the hallway, and still getting into sporadic skirmishes with egg-slingers, to which I would reply with my new patented move, completely overwhelming them with eggs. I was about to finally leave the school, but first I stopped to clear my mind and try to remember everything that happened, so I wouldn't forget upon waking up. I saw my buddy James in the hallway, who I work with, and I told him I'd see him later, after I woke up and went to work.

I walked outside and saw Stacey - another co-worker - and some others out there. I started telling them about this all being a dream and they wouldn't believe me. I told them that I could prove it. There was a fountain outside the school and I pointed to it, making the water go up and down with a rise and fall of my hand. Astonished, they believed me. Satisfied, I tried to wake myself up.


Dream (Frag) Six: (FA)
I woke up in my bed. I checked the clock, which seemed static, but then I tested it by looking away and looking back. To no surprise, by now, the numbers changed completely, and then began changing by themselves at random. I knew I was still dreaming, and tried again to wake myself up.

03/25/2009
(Was watching Matrix: DeZionized when I went to bed. Had a lot of action-packed dreams. Some of them closely related to the movies.)

Dream One:
"Grand Theft Moto"

I was outside of some store, which looked like the WD Marketplace a few miles away from my house. Spontaneously, I realized I was dreaming. I had the F-150 and wanted to take it out on the highway to have some fun, but when I got in to drive it, I couldn't control it. The steering was all messed up, and I couldn't really get it to go where I wanted to go. Leaving the truck in the middle of the parking lot, I walked around to think of something else to do, and I ended up passing a nice, blue motorcycle that was parked on the sidewalk. Before I decided on stealing it, I wanted to make sure I was dreaming, so I reached out and touched the bike's gas tank with my index finger, willing the bike to start. I heard the engine crank and instantly settle to an idle hum. I jumped on and sped off, trying to leave the parking lot, but I started having control issues with the bike as well. It kept pulling to the left, and the shifter and rear break pedals were switched. Pretty soon, it got too tiring to try to ride it, so I ended up getting off again.


Dream (Frag) Five:
I was in someone's house, in a bedroom with a bunch of Asian kids. They were huddled around a computer, and I believe they were all hackers. I was lucid in this dream again. The kids were in a panic, and said that we had to leave, or at least, we had to get the only girl in the room out of the house because the cops were coming for them, but she was somehow the most important. I was thinking about taking her hand and using my lucidity to phase her through the computer, but decided against it. I was interested to see what was going on. When the cops came in, I just strolled out in the hallway. They instantly got in my face and started asking me who I was and what I was doing there. I don't remember what I told them, but I think I was playing innocent.



04/19/2009
"Drive-by Sexing"

It was night time, and I knew my car was in the driveway (which it's not. It's actually at the shop, IRL. My transmission is fried. ) I went out front to move my car, and it was gone. I'd begun to think it had been stolen. In the rising panic, I realized that I was dreaming. Slowly, I levitated off the ground and decided to go for a flight. I started flying down the street, but was having a hard time staying in a straight line. My body kept wanted to fly all over the place. Finally, I got sick of the work. I saw a truck coming straight for me, and I dropped down to the street, landing on my feet. I braced myself and got ready to ram my shoulder into the front of the truck, but it stopped just a few inches in front of me. I walked around to the side and the door flew open. A hot, completely naked chick rushed out of the truck and into my arms. She was weeping and obviously running from something or someone. I looked inside the truck and there was a naked guy our age driving. I'd figured that the two were having a little fun on the road, when something apparently went horribly wrong.

Not one to pass up the opportunity, since I didn't really have anything else to do, I picked up the girl and flew into the air again. Searching around for a good place for a quickie (apparently with much better control this time, now that I was on a mission. Haha), I found an old, seemingly abandoned house. We walked inside, and it was a large, two story house. A light came on, and another naked, older woman came downstairs and spotted us. She actually seemed really inviting about the whole thing, and I think all three of us actually went upstairs, but I don't remember.

04/27/2009
"Bombardment"

I was with a couple of girls that were waiting for Todd and JD and more of my old friends. I didn't know any of them, but I happened to be where they were all supposed to meet. I believe it was Todd's old house. I don't even know why I was there before the other guys got there, but these girls were supposed to be their dates, so I wasn't really going to mess with any of them. Instead, I started playing it off as if I barely spoke English, and spoke mostly Spanish. Haha. I hadn't planned on hanging out with all of them, once they went out, so I didn't mind acting like I didn't really speak English. That way they'd probably talk about things they probably didn't think I could understand, and I could relay anything that needed to be repeated to the guys later. Lol. (I went to sleep listening to a Spanish-teaching audio file last night. Heh. Funny the way it worked itself into the dream.) The guys showed up, and they all ended up bringing me out to party with them, which I wasn't prepared for. I don't remember much of what we did. I think we went to a bar or something.



The next day, the sky was gray, and there was a storm apparently coming. There was an ear-splitting boom, and at first we thought it was thunder. But then, we looked out the window and saw a bright orange fireball curling up over a line of trees in the distance. Something huge had just exploded. We all ran outside and looked toward the explosion. Airplanes were flying in, and they were leaving a trail of tiny black dots which fell from their bellies. Bombs. They were dropping bombs by the dozen, and headed in our direction. We turned away from them and took off running down the street, looking back to see the planes moving in closer.



Another plane swooped in from in front of us, dropping a bomb in front of our faces, which exploded maybe a hundred yards away from us, sending another huge cloud of smoke and fire curling upward, stopping us in our tracks.



The invading planes never hit us, but they were bombing the hell out of the entire city, and it wasn't long before we saw squads of uniformed men moving in through the streets. The last thing I remember about the scene was climbing the ladder of a very tall tower, with the others, as the enemy soldiers shot at us from below.

The dream skipped ahead, and I was in an abandoned prison. I wasn't locked in a cage or anything. I was just roaming around the empty cell block, which looked like it was almost a century old. It was when I was walking through this huge cell block, that I began to wonder what I was doing in a prison, and realized that I had to be dreaming. Heading toward a door on the opposite side of the room, I kept getting the ominous feeling that someone was about to come around the corner in front of me. Almost instinctively, I held up my hand in front of me, fingers straight, and focused on my arm. It thinned out and elongated at the fingertips, my entire arm turning into a long knife blade, like the T-1000 from Terminator 2.



Holding the knife at the ready, I waited as a figure rounded the corner and came into the room. It was Todd. I relaxed and my arm went back to normal on its own. We walked into another room and sat down and BS'd for a little bit. There was a video playing in this room, but I can't remember what it was about. Then, from out of nowhere, we got a warning that some robots were coming to attack us. (I'm guessing the T-1000-like blade put the thought of the 'attack of the machines' into my mind.) We got up and prepared to fight, and I morphed my arm into the blade again. A bunch of small - about 3ft tall - robots came streaming into the room, and we started fighting them. I don't remember much of the battle, but I remember picking up one by its legs and swinging it like a bat, slamming it up against a wall multiple times and shattering it.



05/01/2009
Dream One:
"Hitting the Highway"

I was in the house next door to where my ex and I used to live. My ex, Cierra and my friend A from work were there also. At some point, a guy invaded the house and was threatening to kill Cierra and her mom. He had a very large knife, and I believe his malice was primarily at me, but he was using the threat of killing them to cause me emotional pain. He lunged toward them, and I dove in the way, wrapping the guy up with my arms. We struggled for a really long time, one of my hands holding tightly to his wrist to keep him from stabbing me, while the other arm worked for a leveraged position. He was a thin, muscular guy and was very strong, but we stayed at pretty much a stalemate for the time that we wrestled. He relentlessly tried to stab me, but I kept his arm at bay, making sure to hold his other one back so that he couldn't switch hands.

The girls stood back and watched in horror and, fighting so close to the kitchen, I yelled for my ex to grab me a knife. I could tell this guy wasn't going to stop trying to kill us unless I put him down. For some reason, though, she kept bringing me butter knives. I'd send her back in the kitchen to grab a different knife, and she'd keep bringing back more butter knives like "Is this good??" () Finally, I mustered the strength the drag the murderous man all the way into the kitchen into the kitchen. Stopping at the counter, I grappled for a different position, finally able to get one arm free without completely letting his other one free. I had this really strange lock on him to where, even though I was standing up, I had one leg elevated to where it somehow wrapped around his head, making him bend over backward with his chest facing the ceiling. With my free hand, I swiped a huge, oddly serrated, butcher's knife out of the block and held it, poised to strike. I hesitated, though. I hoped that seeing in what a bad position the guy was in, he'd give up the fight. I really didn't want to have to stab him, even though he'd threatened to kill my daughter and her mom.

Standing with the knife held up, tip pointing down, I could see him staring back at me from his disadvantaged position, still trying to free his bladed hand with all of his might. He was straining so hard, the veins were practically popping out of his flesh, and it was then that I saw my most obvious target. His jugular vein was the most exposed, vital part of his body, as his neck was bent back in the lock. In that instant, I knew I didn't have a choice, and I drove the knife downward, plunging it deep into his neck and severing the large vein in two. The man screamed and blood sprayed from the gash as if I'd just uncorked a bottle of red champagne. He continued to struggle, infuriated even in death, so I could not let him go. I was being painted from head to toe in his blood, but I had to hold on to him, knife still embedded in his neck, until all of the fight was gone. It didn't take very long at all, and his body soon went limp. Untying myself from the odd lock we had on each other, I let him go, and his body dropped to the floor in a pool of his own blood. I was literally dripping with the deep, red liquid and standing there with the knife still in my hand, breathing heavily and just staring, vacant, at the body at my feet. Everyone else was completely silent.

Immediately after this, I got the overwhelming feeling that I had to get out of the house. Not really thinking of much, I walked outside - my white t-shirt and body still coated in red - and sat down on the trunk of my ex's dad's car, visibly shaken from what I'd just done. (The very attractive) A came outside, obviously terrified at what had just happened. She was saying something about how she couldn't believe what I'd just done, or something like that. I was hardly listening to her. I was just really distraught over how savagely I'd just killed the man. But, shortly thereafter, I was wondering if all of this was really happening. I became aware of my state, and convinced that this wasn't real. I didn't even live in this neighborhood anymore. I told A that everything was ok, because none of this was real anyway, but she didn't believe me. I told her that I'd prove it, and I tried to think of some way to prove that I didn't really kill anybody. It was then that I saw the same guy I'd killed, wearing a different outfit and smiling and waving at us from the garage across the street. I said "See!!!" and I pointed over to him. She stared at him, profoundly confused.

Levitating off of the ground, I reached out and took her hand. We went flying over the city for a while, and ended up landing at a gas station that was right beside the highway. (Don't ask me why.) I remember talking to a bunch of DC's beneath the overhang where the pumps are. I don't remember how the conversation started, but we got on the subject that none of them were real, and that this was all my dream. As usual, none of them believed me. I told them that I could prove it by flying away, looping around the top of the overhang, and then landing back where I was. They were like "Pssssh, yeah right!!" I just grinned and ran forward, coming out from under the overhang and leaping into the air. Embarrassingly enough, I only got about 3 feet off the ground before I landed again; waking world gravity in full effect. The DC strangers erupted into laughter, and I turned around to face them, irritated. I said "Just wait. I'll prove it!" and I jumped up again, falling back down to land on my feet. They were all hysterical, by this time, and I actually began to question my state for just a moment. Finally, I focused harder. I jumped up again and, when I started to fall, I tried to 'catch' myself with telekinesis. It worked. My feet hovered about 2ft from the ground. I said "Look!!" and I pointed down at my hovering shoes. They were all dumbfounded.

After that, they followed me around like puppies, asking me stuff like "So can we fly too?? Please! How do we fly??!" I ignored them for a moment and went inside the store to meet A. Inside, I saw an oddly out of place aisle that had a bunch of Christmas ornaments and decorations in it. I saw a bunch of full-sized lawn reindeer and a sleigh, and I got an idea. With the help of the DC's we took all of the parts to the lawn decoration and set it up in the parking lot. A bunch of us all got in the sleigh, and I used TK to get the sleigh to start moving. The reindeer didn't move at all, they were just kind of 'gliding' over the road, as was the sleigh. It was really light and easy to move, though, and I followed the road as a bit of a runway, and then raised my attention to the sky. We took off from the street, flying out over the busy highway. The DCs were having the time of their 'lives', wooting and hollering about how much fun it was. It was fun and all, but I figured I didn't want to spend the rest of my dream catering to chauffeuring these guys all around. Without saying a word, I lept off of the sleigh, free-falling down toward the highway beneath us. I landed with a crouch, right in the middle of traffic, leaning forward and driving my shoulder into an oncoming car and completely destroying the front end. I then ran toward the center-divider and vaulted over it, distinctly noting how realistic the gravity felt once again, as I had to actually try to climb over the divider. Now on the other side of the highway, I ran across the opposite lanes, jumping once to plant my foot on the hood of a passing car before launching off of it and clearing the last lane or two and landing on the other side. The highway was elevated, and there were a bunch of skyscrapers off to the side of it. Bending my legs, I flew into the air at full speed, one fist held out in front of me. My intention was to fly straight through the building, like a bullet through a glass bottle, but I don't remember actually making impact with it.

07/05/2009
"Unsafe Driving Conditions"

The first thing I remember is driving in a car with my mom. It was really dark and stormy outside, and the conditions on the road were quickly deteriorating. Suddenly, I notice some massive plume of what looks like smoke, a few hundred yards out in a clearing. Through the worsening rain, I could see that this wasn't smoke. It was a funnel cloud that had practically materialized on the spot. As soon as it touched down, the wind and rain began to make the car swerve. Visibility dropped to absolute zero, and we could feel that the car was being pushed around, this way and that, because of the tornado's winds.

I had no idea where we were, or if the car was still on the road. All I could see was a blanket of gray, amidst periodic cracks of lightning. Suddenly, the violent weather stopped, and the gray was beginning to clear. It felt serene for a second - still and weightless. As my vision cleared even more, I realized that not only were we not on the road, but we were falling from the sky! The tornado had picked us up, when everything went dark, and now it had hurled us away from the darkest part of the sky, and we were falling toward the ground at terminal velocity. As soon as I noticed this, both my body and my mom's floated out of the top of the (convertible?) car, and were free-falling alongside it. I was prepared to die. What choice did I have. Not sure if she could hear me, I screamed out to my mom that I loved her, and got ready to turn myself head-down.

Then, I wondered if this was really happening. The ground was approaching fast but, before it, was the top of a tall, cylindrical structure - like a silo or something. I was headed right for it. With all of my might, I willed myself to stop in the air, thrusting my feet downward at the silo just before impact. It was only for an instant, but I felt myself slow down - just slightly. Upon that sudden realization that I was dreaming, I stuck the landing on the top of the silo in a crouch. (I had been watching Superman Returns earlier, and it was just like when he landed on the silo in the field - quick and precise).

As soon as I landed, I woke up.




07/24/2009
"Fuckin with Falcone"

I was with Todd and a bunch of other people, in some neighborhood. There were two good-looking girls in our group. Carmine Falcone (the mob boss from Batman Begins) controlled the entire area, and we were pretty much just walking around his turf, talking and shooting the shit. One of the girls did something strange, though very minute (I have no idea what it was, though), but it was enough for me to realize that I was dreaming. Just to confirm it, and took a piece of paper and threw it at the ground, then focusing my mind on it to cause it to levitate. Almost immediately after that, I sort of 'felt' a commotion overhead, and looked up. There was a firery wreckage of a passenger plane falling out of the sky. With nothing else to do, I flew up into the air to go 'save' the passengers. I couldn't get high enough, though, and kept feeling like my body was being weighed down. So, from where I was, I stretched my hand and again focused my mind, catching the plane from afar with telekinesis, and setting it to the ground.

Later, I had lost lucidity, and was going to a football game with my friends. While there, I had a pen and paper, and was thinking about drawing the whole stadium. Falcone had ended up catching up to us while we were back in the concession area, and he was trying to pressure us about something. [color=blue]I again remembered that I was dreaming, and that I was in control. In the middle of his tirade, I called upon telekinesis again and slung him across the hall, pinning his back to a wall with my mind. Grunting against his restraints, Falcone started spewing off about how he had men going for my family, and how I wouldn't get away with this and blah blah, but I just laughed at him. Instinctively, I turned to the crowd and pointed, saying "No you don't. Your two men are right there." And, sure enough, his two henchmen were standing right in the crowd, grinning widely and waving back at us. With control over the henchmen, I commanded them to kill Falcone while I went back to my friends. The last thing I remember is making out with one of the girls in our group.



08/17/2009
Dream (Frag) Two:
I went to go see my friend Tabitha. She was in some huge place that was kind like a burlesque house, where she apparently worked. On the way there, I almost got pulled over. There was a cop behind us and I believe he turned on his lights, but went around us. At the 'burlesque house', the Coke machine kept spitting out the wrong sodas. I remember being in a large room with stairs and ladders all over the place. It almost looked like an unfinished M.C. Escher setting. Sometime around here, I became lucid. To prove it to the other DC's, I shoved my hands into a thick, brick wall, as if it was made of paper, and pulled out a huge chunk of it to show to them.
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09/24/2009
Dream (Frag) One:
With baby's mom again. We were just hanging out on her bed. I was talking to her about something, and she was just really quiet, not saying a word. I looked up and over at her, and saw that she was sitting up, indian-style, with the blanket over her head. I asked her what she was doing, and she spoke up that she was just really tired, and had fallen asleep like that. Realizing how odd this was, I deduced that I was dreaming. As soon as I did this, though, I woke up.



09/31/2009
"Aimless Lucid"

I was walking through a mall. Something happened that triggered lucidity, but I can't remember what it was. I walked around the hallways, screaming out "This is a dream!" so that I wouldn't immediately forget. For some time, I went just walking around and feeling the texture around me; brushing my hands along the walls and picking up random objects. I levitated from the floor and started to fly up to the ceiling. At first, I'd planned on phasing through it, but I decided against it, seeing as how I have the habit of getting stuck. Lowering myself back to the ground, I made my way to the front doors and walked outside. It was then that I started flying again.

It was night time out. While I was flying around, there was an enormous presence that I could feel around me. When it finally showed itself, it turned out to be a dragon that had been stalking me. We had a brief dogfight, but I pulled out, dropping down to the ground and doing my best to forget about the dragon all together. I was actually in more of a mood to just wander the dream-scape for a while, this time, without losing my lucidity on another battle. Continuing to walk around the city at night, I cam across a leopard standing in the street. I walked around it, and it circled around the opposite way, sizing me up. I don't know whether or not I fought it.

Later, I was at someone's house, still lucid. I looked down at my hands, and they were bubbly/blistered and warped. A and S, two girls from work, came walking out of the shower together. I joked around with them for a little bit, but that's about all I recall.



10/16/2009
Fragment
There was some serpent guy with wings and the body of a snake. I started battling him, first on TV (I believe I was playing a video game), and then he got strong enough - somehow - to actually manifest himself out of the game, where we continued our battle in 'real life.' In the middle of our battle, I became lucid. Even still, I tried every trick in the book, to take this guy down; ki blasts, super-strength, TK, pyrokenesis - and nothing was working. I little to no control in this dream, so I did the best I could, hand to hand. I don't really remember much of this one, though.


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11/05/2009
Dream (Frag) One:
I was in some huge, dark building, like a college, after hours. At one point I came to a dark staircase, and was going down. There was a figure coming up the other way, toward me, and saw that it was Michael Myers - the big burly one from the new movie, and he had a huge butcher knife in his hand. I believe I became lucid here, but I honestly don't remember. But since I had the high ground, I ran forward and leapt straight over Michael's head. He swiped up with the knife and stabbed me in the shin. I landed at the bottom of the steps and crashed to the floor. The knife-wound hurt, but it was a dull pain. I can't remember what happened after I stood back up.



11/19/2009
Fragment:
This dream was really long, but I can hardly remember a thing. I know that I was in a parallel universe to Earth, like Silent Hill There were enormous monsters in this realm, and they each had their own character and mannerisms. I remember being chased through a dark, cavernous library, by one of them. It looked like this Colossus. Later, I was outside, running over the tops of columns and down into a courtyard, where I encountered the biggest monster I'd seen yet, and it had two smaller lackies that staggered around him, toward me - but even they were still some 20ft tall. I was running away from all of these huge beasts, and finally realized I was dreaming. The last thing I remember was jumping over fences with just the slightest bit of involuntary levitation, as if the gravity had been turned down.



11/25/2009
"More Fun with Telekinesis"

There was a big-time gang leader that looked like the Haitian, from Heroes. He was going around, just killing people in cold blood, for the smallest of reasons. We were back in Canterbury, and something had happened where some guy was carrying his brother or something. There'd been some kind of incident, and the one brother was hurt really badly. I saw them and was going to give them a ride, but I saw that there was a black limo that had pulled up near them, and they eventually got inside. I'm not sure about the transition, but it was like I followed them to a place that wasn't my house, even though it turned into my house, later on.

Inside this house, they went into the back room, and I heard a lot of pleading. I tried sneaking in near the door, which was left ajar, to get a better look, and then gunshots rang out. I had a feeling that the two brothers were innocent, and didn't deserve to die. The Haitian-looking guy came barging out of the room with a gun in his hand, saw me, and drew it on me. By this time, the surroundings were recognizable as my old house, and he backed me into what used to what my room, with the gun aimed at my face. I remember feeling much younger - like I was at the time I actually lived in that house - and I kept pleading for him not to shoot because I was "just a kid." There was another person coming down the hall and, without really asking any questions the boss-man shot him right in front of me, and then drew the gun back on me. By this time, I was terrified, and almost certain that he was going to shoot me in the head...but he didn't.

He let me out of the room, and I ran down the hall and out the front door. Just as I was about to leave my front porch, I stopped for a moment, and took a look around. My fear had finally brought me to realize that I'd been dreaming, this whole time, and I was never really in any danger. Feeling empowered (if not slightly embarrassed), I turned around and stormed back into the house, slamming the door behind me and walking right back down the hallway toward where the boss-man was, ready to settle the score. Just as I started down the hall, he came in from the other side. Seeing me charging back toward him, he drew his gun again and raised it toward me. I was already within reach of him, by this time, and I reached out with one hand and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from aiming the gun up to eye level. He strained against me and stared, and I stared right back with a bit of a grin. In my mind (or should I say "consciously"?), I was expecting him to pull the trigger, and he did, firing twice into my stomach from a few inches away. I barely even felt the bullets at all.

I let go of his hand, holding my hand up toward him and then slinging it back toward the far end of the hall. With the gesture, I telekinetically lifted the man off of his feet, launching him down the hallway and into the living room. His back crashed against the far wall, and I walked after him. He tried to raise his gun at me again and brushed the gun away from me and grabbed him by the side of his head with one hand. We were now standing right beside my old dining room table, and I took his head and slammed it down on the hardwood top, repeatedly; shouting at him that he did "Not. Know. Who. You're....Messing with!!", each word corresponding to a crash of his head upon the table. On the final two words, I let go of his head, focusing my attention on it instead. Swinging my fist down to put all of my effort into it, I grabbed him telekinetically and drew him down into the table one last time, picturing him going through it, to the floor. Just as I intended, the guy's body smashed through the table - quite vividly - splintering the wood and practically disappearing into the hole.

Looking back down the hall, I saw some other guy watching me with this look of shock on his face. He sprinted off in one direction, when he saw me looking at him, and I started chasing him. I didn't really care who it was; I was just in the mood to have a lil fun. When I ran through the laundry room, and out the back door, the stranger was jumping into a car with another person, and they were apparently trying to get away from me as fast as they could. They had to follow the path around a tree and back toward me, to get back on the main road, so I just stood in the way, daring them to run me down. Apparently the driver wasn't about to try it, and he slammed on the brakes, the car stopping right in front of me. Behind me, I could see a group of neighborhood kids walking through the intersection at the main road. Showing off a little bit, I reached out to the grill of the car, taking hold of it and spinning my body halfway, slinging the car across me and down the street to the main road. The approaching people saw it coming and scattered just before the car crashed violently into the wall. Now the crowd was actually all frantic like "OMG, what just happened??! Why'd you do that?! Are they alright??!" And I had to laugh a little bit. I walked toward them and told them to calm down, because this was all just a dream, and no one is really hurt.

One of the DC's wanted me to prove that this wasn't real, so I started looking for something to use TK on. As if by cue, the DC gave me a rod and told me to bend it with my mind. Before I even consciously started to try to bend it, the rod drooped over to one side. I said "see?" and tossed it aside. Everyone was astonished. They were like "do something else!!" So I thought for a second and then got an interesting idea. I held my right hand up in front of me and stared at my palm. Drawing my focal point to the side, I commanded the arm to snap, midway up the forearm. It broke at a right angle, but the skin stayed intact. Using my gaze like a knife, I made an incision diagonally across the bend, severing the hand from the arm completely. There was no pain, whatsoever, and no blood, though I could see the meat and bone on the inside of the stump. Keeping the show going, I caused the severed hand to slide up and down the length of my arm, on its stump, and then perch back upon the end of my forearm and reattach itself. Everyone there was completely floored, including myself. (That had to have been one of the trippiest lucid abilities I've ever tried.)

Shortly after this, I could feel the dream fading. I tried to pull it back together, but I couldn't, and "woke up".

12/23/2009
Dream One:
"Showdown With Sephiroth"

I was in some huge city. The streets were empty, and Sephiroth and I were going at it. I was actually myself, instead of Cloud, but I was moving like Cloud from Advent Children. After a while, I realized I was dreaming, but was having too much fun to try to leave the battle scenario. Sephiroth was pretty much his ol' badass self. At one point, I was looking around the city for him, and I found him just standing behind a parked car, with his back to me, and looking back at me over his shoulder. At this point, I didn't have a sword, but I was confident that I could make do. I focused on getting as high as I can, and down a super jump like Cloud. Sephiroth followed suit, and soon we were arcing toward each other, high above the street. With no weapon in hand, I brought my right forearm out in front of me in knife-hand position. I willed my arm solid, and blocked Sephiroth's oncoming blade with my wrist as if it were made of steel. Somewhat floating in the air, I know we exchanged blocked shots for a little while, but can't remember the details at all.

Later, I was on one of the rooftops. I spread the fingers of my right hand and focused once again, trying to spark a pyro-kinetic flame. I know now that I was thinking to hard, though. I saw the flame just barely come into existence, but it was hazy - see-through. I tried throw it at him, but it simply disappeared and did nothing. Later still, I was on a higher rooftop, and it was dark out. I'd lost lucidity by then. I believe Sephiroth had darkened the sky, like he did on Advent Children but I don't know if I saw him do it. I was running around, between the pillars of some rooftop pavilion, and there was a huge monster stalking around the outer perimeter. The pavilion rooftop came up to about its waist, and about all I could see were too hoofed legs. Looking back, it kind of reminded me of Bahamut, but I don't know if it was him or not.

Don't remember anything else.




03/12/2010
"Lake Mary High Skirmish"

I was at my old high school. Don't remember much of this, but there was an attack by either aliens or some sort of mutations or something. There were soldiers, dressed in black, and these huge black tentacle monsters, that I believe came up out of the ground. Somewhere in the school, we found a hatch that led to all of these corridors, underground, which looked like the basement level of a factory or something.

It was down here, where I realized I was dreaming. We were trying to get through a large, metal door, but we just could not get it open. I tried to pull off a Hadoken, drawing my arms back and holding palms a few inches apart, fingers curled toward each other. I don't know if I just couldn't focus, or was focusing too hard, but I just could not form the ball of energy. I tried to envision it, in my head, but could not manifest it. I did say a dull, blue glow, reflecting off of the door in front of me, telling me that it was just on the verge of working. But, try as I might, I just couldn't solidify it. In vain, I threw my hands out in front of me and yelled, Hadoken! But nothing happened.

Back on the surface, I had gained a bit more control, and was completely owning all of the soldiers and hydra-like monsters on the campus, but my recall of it all is nothing but a few stills and concepts. I do remember a little bit of flying, but that's about it.




03/24/2010
"The Syringe From Hell"

I was at work, and my manager, B, was being a real asshole. We had a blue beach ball or something, and were bouncing it around to each other. He came by and stabbed it, letting all the air out. After a while, I got fed up and get in his face about being such a prick to everyone, for not reason. We had some huge argument, and he ended up apologizing, but I refused to accept his apology and kept laying into him. When I'd had enough, I stormed outside and started walking down the street. Some old woman began walking right beside me, and we talked for a moment. She told me she was a ghost, and she was sent to give me something. In her hand, she held a syringe, informing me that I had to take the shot of whatever she had. Of course, there was no way I was just going to let this woman stick me, and I told her so. She said that I didn't have a choice, and that I had to take it, no matter what.

Becoming alarmed at what might be about to happen, I quickly came to the realization that this was not really happening. I was dreaming. Immediately, I tried to focus on the syringe, with telekinesis, and pull it out of her hand. She resisted, though, and I wasn't able to move it. Aware of my attempt, and still walking at my side, she told me that I would not be able to pull it from her hand, because she was (now) a demon, and I wasn't strong enough. Quickly, I tried to disorient her, by spinning her (though I can't remember if I did this with my hands or my mind). Once I rotated her off balance, I made another telekinetic swat at the syringe. My mind knocked the needle from the old woman's fingers, and it stuck into the fence beside us. With both lunged for it, and I grabbed it before she did. When I held the needle up to take a look at it, I could see that the tip was made of plastic or rubber. Whatever it was, it didn't seem like it could even penetrate human flesh - let alone the fence post I'd just pulled it out of.

That's all I remember.




03/29/2010
"Under Covergirl"

I was on some kind of mission that required me and at least one other partner to dress as women. We were surrounded by a group of actual women, but I can't remember if the others knew we were in disguise, or we were using our disguises on them. Something had apparently happened in a school, and we were called in to investigate. Later on down the line, the investigation ended up at a Universal Studios-like theme park. Todd was there, now. They were about to start the fireworks show, and he wanted to catch it, so we broke away and tried to find the front of the fireworks area. We came to a fence, and it appeared the show was in the other park (joint parks like Universal and IoA), but we were close enough to where we were right on the other side of the fence from the launcher. The top of the launch was made of glass, and the rockets started shooting up through the glass and exploding into the air. It was all pretty awesome.

Later, still, we ended up getting chased by multiple attackers, running through the crowd to get away from them. I was running toward a dead end, and in a panic, had a sudden rush of lucidity. No longer in fear for my life, I ran straight toward the wall in front of me, and then took a few quick steps up its face, then hooked a U turn at the top and came back down, landing in a crouch in front of my pursuers. They were startled and jumped backward, and I know I took them out, but don't remember doing it. Afterward, my lucidity had gone, and I was back in character. I had to escape the theme park without my cover being completely blown, as it almost was, many times.

Time skips ahead again, and I'm at someone's house, back in my normal clothes. We were discussing something in secret, and then someone pulled in the driveway. The person I was talking to was suddenly really nervous. He told me that I had to leave and if I ran into whoever was outside, on my way out, to say that my name was "Gary", and that I was just dropping something off and leaving. That's all I remember.

03/31/2010
Dream One:
"Back Through the Looking Glass"

This was a great lucid. Unfortunately, most of it was lost, when I actually woke up.

The first thing I remember is walking through someone's house. The house was very large, with a lot of inner hallways, and all of the lights were very dim, creating dark corners and nooks, all over. The blackness was accented, here and there, with small areas of yellow-orange light, from the lamps on the ceiling. I don't remember what I was doing in this house, or who it belong to. But there was something about this house that seemed strange (I think it was just that I felt really uncomfortable in it. A lot of areas were just pitch black, and I think I just wasn't familiar with the place), and I ended up gaining spontaneous lucidity.

I didn't really know what I wanted to do with my lucidity, so I just contiued to roam around the hallways of this dark house, kinda taking everything in. Rounding a corner, I came upon a little boy - maybe 7 or 8 years old. He had his back faced to me, and I don't think he was wearing a shirt. I kept walking in his direction, and he didn't move. I believe he had a shaved head. I never broke stride, and just watched him curiously as I passed. He never moved. Just stood with his hands to the side, staring down the hall in the same direction I was walking. Even when I passed him, he didn't even acknowledge that I was there. He just kept...staring. For all I know, he could have been a statue. The light was so dim that I never really got a clear look at his face, so I just kept on walking, looking back and watching him. He still never moved, and just kind of faded away into the shadows, as the rest of the hallway did. I found the whole thing kind of creepy, but I didn't think too much of it, because after all, this was just a dream.

There was an open door to my left, and I stuck my head inside. I don't remember if I tried to turn on the light and failed, or I just walked in, but everything was dark inside the room. I looked at the wall to my right, and saw my reflection, staring back at me in the dark. A mirror. I stared into the eyes of my reflection, and he stared right back at me. I moved closer, and he followed suit, seemingly with his own pace, and subtle body movements that really just didn't seem to match my own. We just stared at each other as we walked closer. It was really no less creepy than the little boy in the hallway. Almost immediately, I remember the thread somebody had posted on DV, saying that - the next time we encounter a mirror - we should walk through it, to see what happens. Since walking through mirrors usually causes a drastic dream scene change for me, I decided to have a little fun first. With my dimly-lit double staring back at me, I lunged at the mirror and sank my arms into it. I couldn't even feel the glass, this time, and it was like there was nothing there. I grabbed around behind my reflection, and noticed he had done the same thing to me, bringing his arms out of the mirror to wrap around mine. I started pulling backward, to try to bring my reflection out of the mirror, and onto my side of the glass. He was a strong som'bitch, though, and kept resisting. It was pretty even. Again - like the last time I tried this, I was only able to bring him out just a little bit. This time, the stalemate made it feel like the dream was beginning to unravel, so I gave in, and let him go. Not wanting to lose the dream, without doing what I'd meant to do, I stepped forward and sank my face into the mirror, followed by my whole body. The reflected image I was seeing, of the dark room behind me, stayed the same. My reflection was gone. It seemed as though I'd stepped precisely into the reflection. In the little bit of light, still creeping in from the door, I saw that all the furniture and picture frames on the wall were the same way they had been, in the reflection. It was really weird. It was the first time that walking through a mirror actually felt more like walking into the reflection, through a window. Very surreal. As could almost be expected, though, stepping into the reflection - smooth a transition as it was - still made things become more unstable, and soon, the dream dimmed itself out, and the scene changed.

I was now on daylit plains, still lucid. There was nothing aroud me, except a line of very large trees. After walking a while, I left the tall grass and took to the air, flying just high enough to get a better view. Within the trees, I could see large swaths of them that were cut down. Many of these tree stumps were massive. Maybe a hundred feet around, or so. Some of them had what looked like family crests carved into the flattened tops of the stumps. I surveyed a bit more and actually found a civilization of people living in the woods. They were completely integrated with the thicker, forest area, and had rope bridges and huts and canopys strewn all through the trees. Dropping back to the ground, I came upon a commotion. A lot of these tree-dwelling people had wrangled some kind of very large animal, and they were having a hell of a time subduing it. Once I was able to get a good look at the animal, I could clearly see that it was a gryphon. A very big gryphon. And these guys just could not get it to keep it's talons on the ground.

With nothing else to do, I decided to help out. I slung my hand out in the creature's direction and made a long string of rope manifest, attaching it to the gryphon's neck. I tried to pull downward, but was instantly lifted off of my feet. The power of this raptor's flailing around, slung me around, like a ragdoll. But it wasn't violent, in the least. It was as if I was weightless, and just flowing with the wind pushed off of its enormous wings. I never touched the ground after that - just kind of swung around like a kite tail. I tried to exert my will to put my feet on the ground, a few times, but I was completely overwhelmed by this upward flow that seemed to keep my afloat. It was actually a lot of fun.

The next thing I know, I'm back in the dark house again. Wandering some random hallways. Still lucid. I walked out a back door, and there were a lot of people hanging out by what I believe was a pool deck. I don't remember actually seeing the pool, though. I left them alone and high-jumped over the fence, landing on the other side. This was now more like an apartment complex, than a single house. I walked over to another one of the structures and made my way inside, into another set of dark halls. Soon, I was in another darkened room. There was a man asleep in his bed, who woke up with a start, after I walked in. He was an older guy. Had to be in his 50's.

It was right around here, that I started thinking about how long I've been dreaming, and how much of the dream I was probably going to forget, when I woke up. I knew I needed to start writing something down, which I sometimes do, to help review some of the things that have happened, before the dream ends. Knowing that I would need a pad and pencil, I looked at the man's dresser, and there was a set sitting on top of it. I began writing down as much as I could remember. While doing this, I "woke up."

04/09/2010
Dream One (a):
"Elm Street Academy"

I was a student at some enormous martial arts school. It was set up like a university. I was more of an outsider, in this school, and not treated very well by most of the other students. There was some really muscular kid who I started arguing with, across tables. I can't remember exactly what was said, but I completely tore him apart with wit. The entire room clearly respected me more, after that. The Master was going around, checking people's written work. There was a test or something we had to take around this time, and since I was somewhat newer than most the kids here, an Asian girl turned around and gave me a little bit of help.

Later, I was standing in a line with a bunch of other students. A gorgeous, Spanish girl approached me. The moment she recognized my face, she started going off on me - just screaming and cursing me out and waving her hands around, all pissed. Apparently, I had hurt this girl, sometime in the past (though she was not someone I recognized, from waking life). Shortly after, Alex (another gorgeous, Spanish girl, who actually was a waking life friend of mine) walked by us. I watched her pretty hard, and then I heard the other girl mumble something in Spanish. Her mumbling turned into another tantrum directed at me. She started going and she just would not stop. I'd - long since - lost the ability to keep up with what she was saying. All her words were just running together, and she was getting more and more animated. No matter how many times I told her to keep it down, she wouldn't. She was making a scene, and I knew that we were going to get in trouble. It got to the point where I actually grabbed a hold of something - can't remember what it is - and literally shoved it into her mouth to keep her from talking. With her cheeks stuffed, she finally had no choice but to shut up.

There was one guy at the school who was really nice to me. He was Native American, I believe, and had long black hair. He was just a genuinely cool guy, and I remember meeting his family, at some point. Some time much later, the guy just up and disappeared. Rumors started going around the school that he had been mysteriously killed. We were never able to find out how, though.

Time passed, and I ended up having another run-in with the jock-ish guy, that I had argued with, earlier. It was more like an ambush, actually. I had been walking along the wall, outside the building, and he came out of nowhere and forced me into the nearby boiler room. He squared off, ready to fight me, and I told him that I didn't want trouble like that. Sure, he was a dick, but I really didn't feel like fighting him on school property. He kept egging me on, though, and got in my face. His arms shot up and grabbed hold of my collar - and I was just about to defend myself - when some invisible force threw us apart from one another. I was thrown down on a table, back first. The other guy was thrown against a wall or gate or something. This force was pressing down on my chest, and pinning me to the table, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sit up or roll off the edge. Suddenly, my shirt began to tear. The quick slashes of a set of invisible blades whipped repeatedly across my chest and shredded my shirt - each swipe seeming to remain just millimeters above my skin. I couldn't turn my head - let alone lift it - but I could hear the sound of the other guy screaming 'bloody murder'. I took no comfort in the fact that whatever was happening to him sounded much worse than what was happening to me.

A wave of relief did come, though. Horrified as I was, I immediately realized I was having a nightmare. The unseen attack continued to slash violently across my shirt, over and over. I knew, without question, that this was Freddy's doing. Now lucid, I braced and tried as hard as I could to sit up straight, on the table. The force threw me back down, like an arm-wrestler getting his second wind. Again and again I struggled to counter the invisible demon who continued to shred my shirt, but to no avail. I just couldn't get the control. Still in a slight state of panic, I woke myself up.

(I was only up for a moment or two, and fell right back asleep.)


Dream One (b)
I was back at the school, walking around the perimeter of the building, once again. I came to the open door of the boiler room, and peered inside. The lights were out and everything was pitch black. A quick rush of recollection hit me and I remembered what happened, last time I'd went through the door; Freddy had attacked me, and I never found out what happened to the other boy. (Even though I realized this, I didn't become lucid again.) Some time later, the jock's girlfriend - who had been sitting at his table, when I verbally tore him a new one - caught up with me. She asked me if I'd seen or heard from him recently. I had no concept of time (specifically, how long after the boiler room incident it was), and I told her "no." I really wasn't all that sure about what happened. We felt we had to find out, though. More time passed and we had eventually come across an obituary. Thumbing through it, we came to a break in the neat, type-fonted list of names. In this space, scrawled in out-of-place handwriting, was her boyfriend's name. Beneath it, it said:

"Dead. Reason: He died for his father (whatever that meant). Signed: AhaAHhAhaHAhAHAA!"

By the signed laughter, I immediately knew it was Freddy's doing. Time skipped ahead again, after this.

It was now night time. I was in the back seat of a car with a couple of friends in the front. We were driving down a street and saw a figure walking up the sidewalk, the other way. From a distance, we could tell it was the jock dude that had just been declared dead. Shocked, we drove over to toward him, to ask him just what the hell had happened to him. Just as we were about to come upon him, another car drove up, from the other way, placing itself between us and the guy walking down the sidewalk. Then things got really strange. When we looked in the car, we could see that the person driving was actually the same kid that was walking down the street! There were two of them! The one that was driving got the other one's attention, and called him over to the car. The one that had been walking, curious, walks closer to the car, looks inside, and then gets in. Still a few dozen feet away, still in our car, we all screamed "NO!!! NO!! What are you doing?!? Don't go with him!!!" knowing that things were just not right. I told the driver to hurry up and get in their way, so we could keep them from taking off. The passenger said "No. Forget it. He's already dead," dismissing the idea of going to rescue the 'dead' kid.

But apparently things weren't what they seemed, and I wasn't convinced the kid was already dead. I said "How do you know that?!" And then the passenger spun around in his chair, toward me. It was Freddy Krueger. He yelled in my face; "Because I said so!!!," and lunged his clawed hand at me. In an instantaneous rush of lucidity, I instinctively woke myself up before he was able to connect with me.

04/20/2010
"Thieves of a Feather"

I was at some museum/gallery type of facility and was stealing valuable artwork. I believe my partner in crime was my friend Tiff, but she didn't quite look like herself. I could just kinda tell it was her. The gallery actually looked like a high school or something, and after we'd stolen two paintings, we were sneaking back through the halls to make our getaway. I'd suddenly gotten the worst feeling, that this was just a horrible idea, and I was starting to go over the possible consequences in my mind. No sooner did I have this doubt, than alarms began to blare around the building. We had been found out before we were able to get out, and I knew that armed guards would be heading our way soon. We abandoned all stealth and ran like hell, carrying our rolled-and-tubed pieces of stolen artwork. The last room I remember being in was a gymnasium. We ran across the entire floor and, just as we got to the other side, I frantically deduced that I was dreaming.

We stopped running, just before reaching the doors on the far side of the gym, and I quickly told her to take my hand. She didn't quite get it, at first, but I told her about how I was just dreaming, and was going to get us out of here. She gave me her hand and I jumped straight up, phasing through the ceiling. We ascended at breakneck speed, and were instantly among the clouds, where we hovered there for a moment, looking out over the ocean of clouds below us, and the sun as it set low on the horizon. Everything was blue and gold and white, and it was all quite amazing. Tiff was completely in awe of everything, and we just remained at that altitude and enjoyed the scenery for a while.

Later, we were in a car or some other vehicle, and we were looking over the artwork we had stolen. I was no longer lucid. The one she'd taken was very basic; the cold, geometric type of 'modern art.' Mine was much more detailed and organic, but I can't remember what it was a picture of.



04/26/2010
Fragment:
I was a part of a massive war on top of a mountain (or volcano?) peak that protruded from the ocean. The inside of the mountain was hollow, and my team's headquarters was actually located inside. During the battle, I became lucid. I was enjoying the scenario far too much to change it, though, and just kept fighting, now using lucid powers instead of just guns and hand-to-hand. I was doing a lot of flying around and "powering up", as if I was a DBZ character, just completely wrecking the opposition. Every now and then, we'd dive under water, at the base of the volcano, and swim up into the middle of it. Inside, we would get out of the water and be in the bowels of our high-tech base, surrounded by gadgets and vehicles of all kinds.

That's pretty much all I remember of this one.



05/03/2010
Dream One:
"Roadkiller"

I was driving down the highway, and it started pouring out. There was a car beside us, but it was somehow driving sideways - basically hydroplaning down the lane. I pulled off the ramp and went driving through the city for a while. There was some strange scenario going on, but I don't really remember what it was. Later, though, I came to realized that I was being stalked by Jason Voorhees. He was just kind of showing up, wherever I (We) was. It was late at night, and I was outside a friend's house, talking to some girl. Jason just storms into the picture, and we both scattered. He was closest to her though, and grabbed hold of her, lifting her up into the air and dropping her halfway down into a dumpster. She landed on her stomach, with her legs dangling on the outside, and Jason reached up and grabbed the lid, smashing it down on top of her back to pin her in place. He then turned toward me and started advancing.

I sprinted to my truck, nearby, and climbed inside. In typical, horror movie fashion - my truck wouldn't start. I kept turning the key over, but the engine continuously whirred and died out. I looked out the window and could see Jason approaching my side. He reached out and threw open my door, just as I gave the key a final turn and the truck started. He reached in for me and I took off down the street, looking back in my rearview mirror. Jason apparently had a big rig truck that he was climbing into, preparing to chase me down, but I wasn't planning on giving him time to catch up. Hauling ass down the road, a light switch suddenly came on in the back of my mind. I realized I was dreaming! Immediately, I slammed on the brakes and spun the truck to a 180 degree stop, in the middle of the street, facing the opposite way. I threw it in gear and sped back toward the house, looking for Jason so that I could exact a little lucid revenge. I never ended up finding him, though.


Dream (Frag) Four:
Fell back asleep and saw the same image, of someone writing the Freddy song on the chalkboard. Became a bit lucid at the sight of it and woke myself up.

05/17/2010 (Notes)
(Don't remember any of this enough to write it out, so I'm just going to post the notes.)
Some kind of supernatural murder/mystery kind of thing. Lots of fighting. Loooooooooong lucid that stayed with me after I woke up briefly. Kept looking at my hands and had fingers missing, or they were worn down to nubs. Can't remember what the hell actually happened in the dream, though. Remember falling back to prove lucidity, and floating just inches above the ground. Also I picked up a couple of people with TK. Going through hallways and entering a room.



05/19/2010
Dream One:
"Over-protection"

I was with some girl, and another couple - and we were all staying in a hotel. The girl and I never had sex, but we were all over each other, all night. The next morning came, and we immediately found ourselves on the run. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to be seeing this girl. Her father was a very 'influential' man, and had sent hired guns to bring her back from me. They'd burst into the room, and we had just barely been able to give them the slip, running through the hallways and dashing down the steps. We'd apparently been doing this for some time, and I was beginning to feel that it was only a matter of time before her Dad's men eventually stopped us. In the stairwell, a couple of shots rang out, but none of them hit me. We'd gotten downstairs and were just about to make our way outside. These men were coming in from all angles, and there was a good number of them. Right then, as if on cue, I realized I was dreaming, and that these guys were no threat to me. Immediately, I stopped running.

I turned around and briskly stalked toward the men who had gathered together - closing in. I started taunting them - daring them to come at me. For a little reassurance, I repeated to myself that this "was only a dream," a couple of times, under my breath. The men were completely shocked. They looked at me, and looked around at each other, neither of them knowing what to do. They'd been chasing us all this time, relentlessly, and in turning from prey to predator, I had completely shut down their machine. Nobody wanted a piece, even though they were all armed, and I wasn't.

The dream skipped ahead, and not only was I no longer lucid, but I was no longer myself at all. I was some random person at a formal function of some sort, and surrounded by miltary personnel in suits and dress blues. It seems the parents of the girl that I (my original self) was with had bought off the military. They were all toasting to themselves, and discussing my apparent demise. They were laughing at the "insane" way that I had walked back up toward them, and challenged them all. While they were discussing the events, I actually began remembering them. I remembered everything that had happened to my old self. I remembered that I was dreaming.

All I could think about was how hilarious this was. They were sitting here, kissing their own asses at having killed me, not knowing that I was actually right here in the room with them. I stood up, out of my seat, and promptly jumped up on the table, in the center of the room, attracting everyone's attention. Then, I made an announcement that I was that same guy that they were talking about. I explained that I had switched bodies, and was just dropping in on them, to listen to them gloat about their false victory. Once again, everyone was instantly terrified. I started taunting them once again, daring them to try to take me down. As if by instinct, those of the audience members who were soldiers (though still out of uniform) took formations, and drew whatever firearms they had. Completely full of myself, I stepped down off the table and strolled over to them at random, disarming them with some textbook - only slightly painful - grapples, stripping the last guy of his gun and hanging onto it, myself. I spun the gun around the room and told them that I was going to kill each and every one of them - taking the moment to look at my free hand and stabilize the dream. Again - like my previous dream - My fingers were gone - worn down to the nubs, beneath the first joints.

I probably should have taken longer to stare at my hand, because I didn't exactly bring the dream into great clarity, before a single person suddenly bolted for the door. Without hesitation, I slung my arm in his direction and shot him in the back. He went down hard, and the entire room erupted in panic.

Unfortunately, the dream completely unravelled here, and I don't think there was anything after this.

^^ Interesting LD. I liked how they thought that they killed you and you were there to hear it

Holy crap. Someone still reads my journal! Haha.

And yeah, I thought it was really interesting, too. A little smug, maybe, but interesting. Also interestingly enough, I had another dream last night, where I was killed in my "original" body, and came back as someone else, to get revenge. This one was not lucid, though. As soon as I get caught up, I'll post it.

Like the dreams u had I'm surprised u still dream about freddy quite frequently I recently watched the box set of nightmare on elm street I love it

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Holy crap. Someone still reads my journal! Haha.

And yeah, I thought it was really interesting, too. A little smug, maybe, but interesting. Also interestingly enough, I had another dream last night, where I was killed in my "original" body, and came back as someone else, to get revenge. This one was not lucid, though. As soon as I get caught up, I'll post it.

lol, I'm surprised someone is reading my comments Pretty interesting dreams, keep them coming