Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

04/21/05
Not even really sure if I had any vivid dreams. Was only Partially sober when I went to sleep. Falling asleep was pretty promising, because the hypnogogic imagery was coming pretty strong. However, it would seem that I would just on the verge of sleep, armed and ready to start looking for dreamsigns, but then I would find myself just a little more awake, and had to continously change positions to finally fall asleep. I woke up at about 4 am, which again, seemed promising for a WILD method. I came to the Crossroads website, and looked around some of the forums for a bit, and laid back down in the bed to try to induce some dreams. Ultimately, I don’t really remember dreaming at all, but I did try very hard to induce a vivid and/or lucid dream, but had no luck……..Damn. I'm out of practice, anyway. May just take a few days to get back into the swing of things.

4/22/05
Gateway Visa

This dream jumped around a bit, but I will try to recall as much as possible. The first part of the dream took place at a house that was not unlike mine. It was a friends house, whose mother had not been home. For some reason, I started off this scenario much like Spiderman. At various points, the kid’s mother would come home, and I would have to hide from sight as fast as possible because my friend was grounded. Once I jumped straight up and stuck to the ceiling of the garage just as she was pulling in. I don’t remember too much about having the spiderman persona. Though I do remember web-swinging, and the sensation of the strands of webbing adhering to my wrists and arms and hanging idly like rope from my person. There was also the strange card that I was showing the younger person how to use. I’m not quite sure who the younger person in my dream was, but the card seemed one of those clear Visas with the blue square in the center. Upon looking through the center, I showed the stranger that you could see into another realm, one full of spirits, I would figure it was the astral plane, or something a little more exclusively sinister. The area where most of the dream took place, seemed to be on the outside of a large slum area. I remember distinctly seeing an aerial shot of the surrounding city. A massive highway ran along it, and a river sat beside the strip. To be honest, I think the card itself was to remind me of my mission to visit the Lucid Crossroads, as the river might have been too. However, last nights dreaming seemed more like the kinda dream you treat as lucid, by bending the laws of waking physics, but are not quite sure that everything you’re experiencing is a dream. Damn..maybe next time.

4/24/05
"Shaken, not Stirred."

This one started out in a warehouse party. Great music, lighting, the whole nine. The crowd wasn’t too large, just how I like them, and there were many breakers and poppers lightin up the dancefloor. I tried to bust out a few moves, but for some reason, couldn’t get the coordination right. No matter. Can’t remember who my date was. Brunette, exotic. Very nice. When the dream changed, the transition was so smooth, I almost didn’t recognize it. A hail of bullets comes in through the warehouse. Everyone else seemed to have disappeared, except for myself, my date, and a few others. Taking cover, I glance out the window and see a militant vehicle circling around outside. I can’t remember if I conjured the submachine gun that I suddenly had, myself, or I picked it up. But I had one. My date had gotten out from behind her cover to get to mine. Just as she did this the vehicle came around again. I dove out from behind the wall I was covering behind and had to shoulder the girl out of the way as another stream of bullets broke out over our heads. From down on the deck I returned fire, but this vehicle was an armored watercraft. It seems the warehouse we were in had been on a small patch of land in some sort of harbor, a few tall building stretching skyward around us. I told the girl to stay inside, gave her the gun, and dove into the water as the boat went around behind the building again. There was a small pontoon (sp) boat in the water that the enemy kept passing, and I made my way over toward it, knowing in the back of my mind that there was something Large living under the water, as there usually is in my dreams that contain lakes and swamps and things. Not knowing whether this thing would be carnivorous or not, I reached the pontoon boat and crawled up onto it, pulling myself over the side and into the boat just as I heard the enemy boat come back around, ducking out of sight. The second they passed me, I dove into the water with my arm out, grabbing the back of the boat, its wake spraying water in my face . Dragging me in the water, the boat made another pass around the warehouse. Seeing no one outside, we continued on down one of the narrow canals that lead inland from the harbor, and I climbed up the back of the enemy boat.
What came next is very obscured, but consisted of your normal Bondish climb-aboard-with-the-element-of-surprise-and-disarm-and/or-kill-everyone-around-you scenario.
Wish I could remember all the details of it, but its all blurred until I ended up atop one of the taller buildings around the harbor. Night was falling, and I suppose I’d been fighting this militant group for the whole time. Freshly acquired (or stolen) weapon in hand, I glanced off of the high roof, toward the harbor and warehouse where everything had started. Still not quite lucid (though you’d figure all of this would have told me Something) I took a few steps, and threw myself off of this rooftop, the world a blur of velocity while I freefell toward the concrete that lined the harbor. I landed with a forgettable softness on both feet just as my date had come running out of the warehouse in front of me. All quiet, moonlight fallen on the still waters, we dove into the water and swam away from the dangerous place, joyously ignorant of the massive Thing that was living somewhere in the waterways we used to escape.
….Amazingly…no true lucidity. But hell, entertaining dream, nonetheless.

4/26/05
"Cassadaga"

Had my first lucid dream in months. It didn't seem to take long before I realized I was dreaming, though I can't remember what dream signs, if any, that I recognized. However I do remember that I used the Fingers Through Palm test to confirm my lucidity. And yup, my fingers sank straight through the palm of my hand. I remember that upon my conscious awakening, my first order of business was to enhance the experience. I was standing outside of what seemed to be the city of Cassadaga, the historically-famous Florida town of Spiritualists and psychic mediums that I live about 8 miles away from, and hadn't actually visited since yesterday while awake. (Pretty interesting place. Great spiritualist bookstore.)
It was midday in the dream, the sky a beautiful, but slightly distorted blue. I focused my mind and called out "Increase Lucidity!" gave a slightly tense blink of my eyes, and when I opened them, the world around me was as clear as I had actually woken up and stepped into the midday sun. Gorgeous, but not necessarily too bright. The trees were a canvas of autumn colors.
Next, just for good measure, I belted out "Lengthen Lucidity Time to Four Waking Hours!!" ('Ey, it was worth a shot, right? )
Unfortunately (very) I don't remember too much of the experience after that, though I do recall spending quite some time lucid, for the most part walking around and simply enjoying how amazingly my mind can simulate the waking world. And, although I don't quite remember the things I did, or DC's that I talked to, what sticks out mainly is doing RC's at three different times in the dream. First, putting my fingers through my palm when first gaining consciousness, then later, sticking my arm through the wall of what I think was a restauraunt, and again FTP, this time turning my hand over to see my fingers actually stick out the back of my hand. Now that I think of it, I did the FTP Again at the end of the dream, but no matter how hard I tried, my fingers wouldn't penetrate my skin. It was at time that I'd started to wonder if I'd woken up and was testing reality while already in the waking world.
I think it was this contemplation that caused me to wake up, but damn, its nice to be back in control after being out of it for so long.

5/3/05
"Airport Boulevard"

Last night's dream(s) are hazy, to say the least. Though (they) were quite vivid while I was having them. I don't remember much, though I do remember reaching a low level of lucidity. I was driving down Airport Blvd toward (whateverTF) the intersection is where a 7-11 sits. It was getting dark outside quickly. there were other people in the car, and the ambience was much like my old days of packing the Honda with friends and joyriding. Distracted in the dream by shooting-the-shit and playing around, I was having trouble staying on the road, actually swerving fully into the grass a few times, but not caring. Before I knew it, it was fully dark, and I made a right turn at the X-ing, and tried to turn on my headlights....and..Nothing! (surprise surprise&#33 At first, I was a little confused, so I kept trying. I even puled over on the side of the road cause I couldn't see, and kept trying the lights, to no avail. Finally, it hit me....the Lightswitch isn't working..I'm dreaming!! Lowest level of lucidity: reached. Though unfortunately, I was focused on making sure I woke up in time for my first day of work, so I completely forgot about exploring any lucidity further, and began to squeeze my eyes shut and then snapped them open to wake myself up.

5/9/05
"Spiderman vs. SuperKingpin"

An amazing Spider-Man dream last night. (No pun intended)
I had been drinking yesterday, so things are pretty hazy, or forgotten all together, but the action was outstanding. I think there was some sort of closed-quarters zombie scenario that started things off. Not sure. And through the course of that, I ended up in a Massive room. So massive, in fact, that there was a full scale model of NYC within. It seemed there was a super-sized Kingpin destroying everything in more of a King Kong fashion. I had all of spidey's moves, which was incredible, doing things like luring the Kingpin closer, before spraying him in the eyes with webbing, and turning around to swan dive off of the highrise rooftops, freefalling nearly a hundred storeys before shooting more webbing and navigating the grid of city streets with coordinated webswings to attack the Kingpin from other angles. During one freefall, I shot two strands of webbing in different directions, tightening the lines until one foot touched the street. The slingshot effect pulle me bak upward so high, that I passed even the highest skyscraper rooftops, and turned my body up to stick to the white plaster of the vast, atmospheric ceiling, that couldn't even bee seen from street level, craning my neck around to look down on the giant villian before dropping from the insanely high ceiling to deal a powerhouse double dropkick to his bald head. Absolutely top-notch action in true Spiderman 2 type resolution and effect. No lucidity though.

5/10/05
Is it the B-6?!

Wow. Honestly, so much went on in my dreams last night, I wouldn't be surprised if I leave out the most important details, so bare with me.
I'd started drinking this fitness water that has alot of B-6 in it, and I'm thinking that had much to do with last nights dreams, cause they came on in full force. Firstly, there was a short, disturbing tale that had something to do with the Child's Play scenario. I'm not too sure what all happened, but I knew I had to keep my eyes on Cierra (my daughter) rather closely. Lurking around the house, somewhere, was a possessed doll with a mind to kill (something brought on, no doubt, by the horrible stabbings of the two small chicago children which I'd seen on the news all yesterday.) I remember someone in the dream bringing up the fact that they'd been to Africa, recently, and thats where this doll came from, and it dawned on me that Chucky'd used a voodoo ritual to possess bodies. (I'd seen a documentary on haitian voodoo rituals just the other day. That could have sparked that.) I'm not sure if the doll in my dream ever posed a true threat, but I remember finding it, wrapped in a blanket, in a crib, and how eerie it was when the doll slowly looked up at me, and began speaking in full sentences. Creepy.

Another dream all together, this one even more fragmented than the first. I was with a squad of soldiers, neutralizing some sort of threat. I don't know that I was familiar with these men in waking life, but we had a strong bond in the dream. I don't remember too much about it, though I do remember one of my crew, a rather large-built man getting shot in the face, and going down. Though, toughguy that he was, I found it pretty funny when he looked over at me, his nasal cavity destroyed, and said "I'm fine! Just get those bastards!!!" Lol. The fighting continued until fading away into another dream.

Ironically, as normal as this one started out, it was the one that got me lucid. I'm not even sure what triggered it. I know that a friend of mine, Jesse, was there, along with a few other people at first. We got into the conversation about dreaming, and I told Jesse that I would explain a little about lucid dreaming once everyone else had taken off. (I find it easier to talk to closer friends about LD'ing than people I don't know.) Now, I still don't realize what triggered the lucidity, but somehow when no one was looking, I thinki I got into the mind to do a reality check, and levitated a small object on a table. Excited, I remember telling Jesse to hurry up and get rid of company so we could finish our conversation. He was taking his time, and I kept urging him to "hurry up" because I was afraid I was going to wake up before I could share with him that all this was a part of my dream. We walked everyone else out a few moments later, and were coming back up his front walk to the door, when he turned around and was like "ok so what was it you were trying to say?" I told him that I was a lucid dreamer, and tried to explain to him what that meant. He couldn't quite grasp it at first, so I looked up to the small windshime that was hanging over his front door, and said "watch." Holding my hand up, I concentrated, and caused the heavy part of the chime to defy gravity, levitating it upward so the small qhite ornament flattened itself against the porch overhang. Jesse was stunned. Speechless. "Thats nothing," I said. "Watch This." I took a few steps backward, out from under the porch, and glanced up into the sky. Seconds later, I had risen from the ground, and was hovering high above, looking down at his front walk before lowering my altitude to where my feet were inhces from the grass. Still, Jesse was completely overwhelmed, staring at me in shock as I hovered back and forth around his lawn, sometimes falling to almost land on my back, before gracefully swooping back up to a standing position, finally landing on the sidewalk in front of him. "H--How the hell did you do that?!" he asked. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "It takes some degree of practice to be really good at it, Even I havn't completely mastered it. I like to think of it as a kind of mental martial arts, as LD'ing takes time and dedication to completely master. That is, if true mastery of it is at all possible." Then he asked me a key question: "Could I do it too?" I started to answer, but then a sort of third level of awareness hit me: "This isn't the Real Jesse. Its a DC." "Hmmmm," I said to him. "Well, I think we first have to take into account that you're not reall." Of course, I got a deer-in-headlights response. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "Well," I said. "You have to remember, the most basic requirement of being lucid is realizing that everything you see is in your head. THe sky, this house, the tree, all of this are a part of a dream that I'm having." Jesse sat down on the porch, holding his head as if trying to make sense of all this. "But...I Feel real..." he said, looking at his hands. (Now I know how Morpheus felt lol) Again, I tried to explain. "Dream Characters are a part of your subconscious mind. Right now, I'm not talking to the real you, but my mind's rendition of how you look, speak, and act. Basically, my memories are piecing together your behavior on a level that I'm not entirely conscious of. It still amazes me, because it seems so much like you're actually here." I started talking about Shared Dreams, and how that seems to be the next frontier of dream exploration, but the conversation didn't last too much longer. Things began to fade.
I had woken up. The sun was dimly backlighting my closed blinds. Getting out of bed, I began to write in my journal, but something had told me that things weren't quite the way they should be. I glanced to the cup that was on my desk, and focused for a small telekinetic push...and...it moved!! Opening the door, I called my mother in. "Watch this" I said, and caused the cup to levitate with my mind in front of her. "Do you know what this means?!" I asked. Slowly, knowingly, she turned to look at me and said...
"..That you're still dreaming."
With that, I woke up...(again) and the room was still dark. Before getting up to write, I trained my mind onto my bookshelf and tried to knock it over to confirm another False Awakening, but nothing happened. The dreams had ended. 8)

07-15
Witches which seemed to turn into Bats (or maybe the scene just changed?). Beautiful girl, though I can’t remember if she is someone I already know. It was dark at one point, when I had to go out to my car. Don't remember what happened after that though.

07-18
Some friends and I stormed some sort of factory, fire coming from the highest points, as we rushed in through the front. I remember there was fighting inside, but don’t remember what it was like. Cut to: being in some booby trap room. The whole crew was inside, and various levers around the room led to traps that slide out of the walls, like razors, and big sections of the brick wall that was designed to crush people between it and the other sides of the room. And pulling various levers was the only way to find the correct one and open the door that led out.

7/21/05
Lucid dream, but the events are hazy. In one scene (or full dream) the area seemed to be centered upon a central hub/room. It was from this room that each door led to another scene. Coming in and out of this room were various dream characters, including a pair of girls that I hit it off with a lot of the time. We knew going into one of the alternate world/rooms would be dangerous. There was a field, dungeon rooms, and a bunch of other shit. I cannot remember the villain(s) in the dream as of now, but there was a lot of action to be had, I know that. I also remember a single reality check I did. Not sure whether I was still dreaming or not, walking with Cierra, someplace outside, I looked up toward the sun, that was just beginning to set over the horizon. With the hunch I was dreaming, I held out my right hand to the sun, and focused, pulling my hand downward a little. The sun began to set faster. Reversing my mental influence on the sun, I drew it back up a little, seeing it shine brighter through the clouds as I helped it to unset. I was definitely dreaming. After becoming lucid, I don’t remember too much more, but it was a very interesting dream, nonetheless, from what I do remember.

07/26/2005
"Searching for the Crossroads"

Probably my longest lucid dream ever last night, though I don’t remember all the details. We were at a pool party. Don’t know who exactly the “we” is, however I know that Yarixa was in some, or all, of this dream. Being completely oblivious to the fact I was dreaming, I heard someone finally shout something about dreams and dreaming (was it Des?) And it was as if a light switch had been turned on. I did a couple of reality checks to make sure, and lo’ and behold, I was dreaming. “Hey Everybody!!!” I shouted in the center of the public pool facility. “I’m Lucid!!!!” And of course, as usual, everyone just kinda looked around like “…Huh?” The visual resolution to my dream increased like it usually does when I go lucid. So, without bothering to say another word, or take the time to put the rest of my clothes on, I bent my legs, cast my eyes to the night sky, and launched straight up into the air, a la Neo, with the intent on finding the Crossroads. Flying was great (isn’t it always?) but I never did end up finding the crossroads. Though I think I got as close as the Desert. So finally, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I landed, and thought I’d try teleporting. Closing my eyes, I began to phase out of sight with concentration, determined to make my destination the Lucid Crossroads. I could feel my existence flickering like an old, worn out light bulb, but every time I opened my eyes, I was still standing in the middle of nowhere. So I figured I’d try spinning. So I spun around over and over, and instead of reaching the Crossroads, I ended up in another Scene, some hotel (party?) where a bunch of my friends were hanging out. Old red-headed Phil was there (which is cool cause I haven’t seen him in years.) And we were sitting around smoking, drinkin, having a good time. At this point, I was still lucid, and if I remember correctly, I was showing off, doing things like putting my hand through walls and stuff. Every now and then, someone would tell me that my hand wasn’t really going through the wall, even though I could look down and see that it was, giving me the impression that they were trying to imply I was crazy. Lol. Sooner or later, of course, the cops showed up as everyone is just about leaving (those guys can even ruin a good time in the Dream World. Lol. ..amazing.) So of course, everyone is all freaking out, and those people that were leaving with me piled into my car. (My friend Aaron was there, also.) So we start to leave the hotel complex, and flashing lights appear behind me. By this time, I’d lost my lucidity, (g’damn police -_-) and was sure we were all busted, as I was drunk ‘n high, had a car full of people, and a hotel room that was just left trashed. So when the cop pulls me over and tells me to get out of the car…he ends up asking me if I knew anyone who drove a white car (the color of mine) that was a Different Make and Model, because this person was wanted in connection with a serious crime. A little shocked, I told the officer “no,” and he said “ok, sorry about the inconvenience. You guys have a nice day.” …And he left.


….Lol.

07/28/2005
Slipped into a dream after turning off my alarm clock I think. (I say this because when I actually awoke for good, my alarm clock had been turned off, though I don't remember doing it.) The dream itself was very fragmented, but sensorilly (word?) very Vivid. (I recently started taking B6-Melatonin.) My friend Aaron was in it, and we were at a public pool with our families. (I gotta watch for pools as dreamsigns, as they are starting to show up more and more.) My dad was getting everyone ready to leave, though I don't know where to. Aaron and I had broken off from the group and were wandering around the town. (which town, I don't know.) While walking, I remember I was talking to Aaron about his often wreckless behavior, and realized we were late getting back, and everyone was probably geting ready to leave. So we started to rush back to the pool to meet everyone, and it was then that I woke up. (I think there was a relation between being late to get back, and my being late getting up from work because I fell back asleep after turning off my alarm. My mind was probably trying to say "get up Stupid, you're going to be late for work!" Heh. Not a very exciting dream, but its all I remember. No lucidity though, but the sensory feeling was very detailed.

08/01/2005
“Staring down the barrel of lucidity…and too afraid to embrace it.”

Things started off at a sort of get-together with a few friends, lounging around and watching T.V. for the most part. The house looked like my old home in Canterbury, without all the furniture. (People were pretty much just sitting on the floor.) But as the dream went on, the scenery became more and more erratic. If I can remember correctly, I asked about someone, a female, and someone answered with; “Oh, she’s right over there.” And as I turned, there was a big ugly monster in the living room also. I wish I could remember who this was representing, (and that I would have realized this as a dream sign) but I have my suspicions of who it was. Suddenly, the scenery changed.
Most of us were now outside, and the house was on a hill. (I need to note this, as I’ve seen this same house/hill/street combination in about three dreams, but don’t recognize them from waking life.) As people were leaving, only about three of us remained. (Though it was night, and I can’t remember which of my friends were there.) We were standing outside the house talking, when a van drove by slowly and started to continue on down the hill. All of a sudden, it threw itself in reverse, and we all had just enough time to see a pistol stick out through the passenger side window before we all scattered. Shots range out while we ran, the neighborhood beginning to look more like Canterbury (the neighborhood I used to live in) as we sprinted through it. Though we came to a picket fence connected to a house that, strangely, reminded me of an old neighbor’s house who’s fence we were constantly climbing over while playing when I was little. (this house was in a completely different neighborhood, and I haven’t even thought about this house since I was a child.) While running toward it, I noticed that one of my friends were still behind me, keeping up. As we approached the tall fence, still running full speed, I began to worry that taking the time to climb over it would get me shot. Then, for one fleeting moment, I questioned: “What if…..?” Without a second thought, I jumped into the air, placing my hands on the top of the 8’+ tall fence and vaulted over it without the rest of my body touching it at all. I paused on the other side after landing just as my friend landed beside me, having done the same. I was shocked and amazed at how easily we’d gotten over the obstacle. I believe that if I would have sat there for a moment longer, I would have recognized this as a dream and become lucid. But the gunfire started again, closing in from the other side of the fence. Wasting no more time, we continued running. (Missed Major Dream Sign #2)
Seeing headlights as we emerged on a parallel street, I dove to the grass, my friend jumping behind a tree that seemed to small to hide his body. The headlights and more stray gunfire passed over me, and when I could get away with it, I jumped up and ran to the tree to grab my friend and keep running. But he refused to move and said: “No, I hear them coming,” and opted to stay behind the ridiculously slender tree. But he was right, as I heard footsteps in the grass. I ducked into a nearby porch, sliding as much into the shadows as I could. Through the holes in the patchwork fence, I saw two pairs of legs coming closer, one of the men holding a sawed-off shotgun down by one thigh. They happened to stop right near the opening of the porch, right in my line of sight, though they weren’t looking toward me. Instead, they were looking in the direction of the tree my friend was behind. It was at this point that I knew I had to do something before they either shot @ the tree or turned and looked into the porch and saw me. With my attention on the shotgun, I suddenly ran out of the shadows, prepared to grab the gun as quick as I could and try to take both men down before the second man got a shot off. One hand grabbed the shotgun, pushing the barrel away to the surprise of the enemy. Almost simultaneously, my other hand flew toward the side of the man’s face to blind-side him and start a desperate combination with the intention of disarming him. But before impact, I met the invisible wall of lag that usually hinders my fighting when I’m dreaming but not lucid. (G’damnit I hate that.) Forgetting the gun for a moment, I tried to hit him over and over, each time meeting the subconscious barrier that felt like trying to punch through water. (Probably because, subconsciously, part of me never wants to have to clock someone, even when I know its necessary.)
It was Then, that I finally realized I was dreaming, complete lucidity hitting me for a fraction of a second. Though, I was still in such a state of survival instinct, that when the two men laughed sinisterly because I couldn’t fight them, and the first raised the shotgun barrel up toward my chest, my momentary lucidity caused my reflexes to respond to the threat by exiting the dream and waking myself up, before I could think of anything else to do. (Hey…I had a shotgun aimed at me…shut up. )
But, I woke up, staring at the ceiling. Knowing that there were so Many other ways I could have kept the lucidity going if I hadn’t pulled the plug. And of course there is only one thing to say when something like this happens:
“………..DAMNIT!!!”

10/10/2005

I'm not sure whether I had any dreams that I remember before my alarm clock first went off. I reset for about another 30 mins and went back to sleep. During that time, I remember dreaming something that had to do with all of the catastrophes that have been going on. There was no distinct sign as to what city I was in, but by the surroundings, it reminded me of N.O. Which would have made perfect sense. I remember standing up on a highway overpass, looking down at the destroyed city around me, rescue workers and city officials doing whatever it is they do, down below. I don't remember if the scene changed, or if this was later on in the same dream, but it seems that I was drawn down underground. There was a subterranean cave, and I was being hounded by some villian. The villian himself was quite an interesting character, somewhat of a mix between Kadaj, Zhoul (or whatever that demon from Ghostbusters' name was) and some other ambiguous, and rather feminine, badguy. In comparing him to Zhoul (not even sure that is the name, but oh well) this guy had control of those two demon dog things from the movie. He was apparently trying to change me into one of them. I spent some time fighting against these two massive hounds, a battle which I can only remember Happened, but can't recall any details of it. Anyway, I know that by the end of the fight, one of these "things" had pinned me to the ground on my back, a huge paw pressed down onto my chest. It was looming over me in an attempt to transform me into one of these 'hound' things, which was obviously done by positioning it's jaws over my mouth and transferring a glowing energy from it's throat into mine. Of course I was kicking and screaming and keeping my face out of the direct range of this beat's gaping, toothed, mouth, all while listening to this "flamboyant" villian tell me to "Oh, relax. It's not like I'm going to kill you. You'll just be under my control. Quit acting like it's the end of the world." This only heightened my rage and anxiety, though no matter how hard I tried, I could not get from under the claws of this beast. Though I don't think I was ever turned, writhing and protesting under the weight of this animal, I woke up to the chaotic blend of my alarm, and my dad opening my door and calling to me from the hallway to get up. Now, disoriented as I was, still thinking about and trying to hold on to the events of the dream I'd just had, I staggered out of bed, hardly aware of the looming silouhette of my dad standing in the backlit doorframe of my room out of the corner of my eye. This alone should have struck me as weird, because my folks haven't just Opened my door since I was a child, but I was still fighting off the effects of waking up from a strange dream, so I thought nothing of it. Reaching blindly up over my head, I reached for my ceiling fan light to turn it on. I clicked it once and nothing happened, but I thought nothing of it and pulled on the other cord, thinking that I'd pulled the fan switch by mistake. When I pulled the second cord, nothing happened then, either. It wasn't until I looked up above my head, and noticed, not only that the light never turned on, but that there were actually TWO ceiling fans and light fixtures over my head, both fans running in sync with each other, side by side, that I realized this was a false awakening. Instantly concerned with whether or not I was oversleeping, this realization brought me immediately out of the FA, and I woke up for real.

10-11-2005

More like werewolves, this time. There was some sort of mystery going on that I thing involved a mummy, it's tomb, a treasure, and these weird werewolf things that were running around. At one point I was trying to pin them outside of a chamber, pressing myself against the door while they tried to get in from the other side. I think Cierra was with me, and possibly someone else.

10/12/2005
I remember that last night's dream (s) was/were really vivid while I was having them, though I can't say that I remember too much about them now. I know that Jesse was in one of them, but was more the antagonist. It had something to do with my ex, and something about something going on between the two of them, but I'm not too sure. I remember, vaguely, that I might have been lucid at some point. There was a sort of space pod thing that I recall taking off from my neighborhood in, but I'm under the impression that at this time I knew I was dreaming, and was trying to keep the space pod up with my mind, instead of thrusters, and was having a hard time doing that. I also recall something about an intricate sort of highway/bridge that ran above a sort of perspective rendition of the CGI sea-scape that I made with blender. I'm not too sure if I spent much time driving along this highway/bridge, or if it is something that just appeared in my dream, but I do somewhat remember what it looked like.

10/13/2005

Well, unfortunately I blew this one for myself. I woke up with about 45 mins left to sleep after having a dream. Unfortunately, I decided to use those 45 mins to fall back asleep and try to induce a short lucid. Doing this, I woke up the second time after having no luck dreaming, and completely losing the content of the first dream.
Don't remember much from it, but I know there was a lot of action in it. I was fighting someone 1-1, from what I can remember. We were both pretty evenly matched, punching, kicking and dodging at breakneck speed. The only specific incident I remember was when the guy swings a roundhouse kick up at my head and I catch it in my fist right beside my face. Then I grabbed his ankle with both hands and swung around, picking the guy up off of his other foot, spinning him and launching him up through a tall concrete wall a few yards away.
As disappointing as it is to say this, everything else is gone.

10/17/2005

A few random things left in my head after waking up. I remember having a series of dreams last night. Though the details are pretty much gone, I can only remember the ambience of a few of them. The first one was the only one that seemed I had my (dream) fighting skills. I was in some sort of house, surrounded, for the most part, with my friends. Though I can't remember the scenario, one of the people in the house was a traitor or something. A spy? Someone working to get rid of me for whatever reason. I think I'd stumbled upon something that I wasn't meant to see, so much of this dream was spent stealthfully moving about the house, keeping a trained eye upon the back-stabber without his knowledge that I was keeping an eye on him keeping an eye on me. I remember getting up to go to the restroom (in the dream) and feeling that I was being watched again, even while everyone else that was there (I guess we were all roomies?) was asleep. When leaving the bathroom, I remember seeing foot shadows passing the door as it someone was creeping out of the way, so, when I left the restroom, I walked silently in the direction the feet had gone, determined to not be blindsided by this person, and ended up sneaking up on the person that was supposed to be taking me out, grappling with him to disarm the weapon (can't remember what it was) that he would have used on me had I turned my back to go back toward my bed.
Another one took place in a fast food restaurant. I'd taken my daughter to McDonalds last night (Though we only used the drive-thru) but that is probably why this dream happened. There was a girl working there who I'm pretty sure was a rendition of someone I know in waking life. Very tall. I remember passively listening to the small talk that she was making with one of the customers while I was waiting in line, and the only thing that really sticks out from that particular dream was that, while I was in line, obviously waiting my turn to place my order, random people kept coming into the building and walking right around the waiting rails and just stepping up to the counter and ordering as if I wasn't even there. Lol. I think it is a good thing I had no lucidity that I can remember, otherwise it would have been some Carnage up in the McDonalds last night.

10/18/2005

Confidential. Rofl.

10/19-2005
"Epic Lucid Dream."

Ok, this started off, innocently enough with me and 3 of my waking life friends (not counting the separate dream, or true beginning to this one, that I can't really recall) In the dream, it was myself, Jesse, Todd, and I'm pretty sure the last one was Bruce. We were up in this apartment one morning. If I'm not mistaken, someone had brought me a small telescope as a gift. (...a telescope? o.O) Anyway, this thing was pretty tight. It was all gold and shit, and was small, like some antique from the captain's quarters of some great old ship. So I go over to the window of this apartment and throw open the blinds, taking the telescope and having a look around.
Looking across the street, I was seemingly in a sort of run-down town, which, again, reminded me somewhat of coverage I've seen from New Orleans. (The only comparison I could really make.) Peering through the window and focusing the telescope, I look out, parallel to our approx 6th story window at the building across the street. Bringing the scope into a little more focus, I see someone with a pair of binoculars which seemed to be pointed back at me.



"What the...?" I turn around and grab the attention of my friends and they all walk over to the window. Looking back through the scope, I find that this person was actually looking down toward the street. So I panned down with the telescope and looked at what seemed to be quite a chaotic sight below. Moving from person to person with the scope, I saw what looked like the final moments of a massive store looting, the store itself just out of my field of view, blocked by another building. People were walking around the streets carrying whatever it is they could, a few police units around, but ultimately not enough to stop what was going on. So, as we are watching all of these people after turning on the news to hear the coverage of it, I’m looking through the scope at these people over by the area where the battered store would be, and all of a sudden there is this huge crash. It was as if a car had came out of nowhere and plowed through a bunch of people, throwing them off to the side, violently, out of the range of my scope, and behind the building that was blocking my view…..Except..there was no car. Only a strange black blur that came and went like some onyx gust of wind.

“…..Did anyone just see that?” I asked. By this time, Bruce had opened the balcony door beside me and was stepping out of the deck to get a better view. “Those people,” I continued. “Something just kinda…Crashed into em….and swept them off the street!” I wasn’t looking through the scope any more. “Yeah,” said Bruce. “And flew right up into the leaning tower of Pisa over there.” There was a shock in his voice when he said that, and when I craned my neck to look at him, he was gazing, awestruck, around the side of our building from the balcony. I got up from where I was, walked out onto the deck, and turned to the right to look down the perpendicular side of our apt building. There, in the distance, behind the backdrop of an entire city that seemed to be in shambles, and highways that stretched on for miles (some of which were collapsed if I remember correctly) was a MASSIVE tower that stretched crookedly up into the distant skies. It looked like something straight out of Digital Blasphemy, the 3d art site I was browsing shortly before bed.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!” I asked, damn near falling off of the balcony to get a better view.
We were all standing on the balcony now, and I think it was the shock of seeing such a monolithic structure that brought me into a very very Low level of lucidity. I didn’t say anything at first about this being a dream, and actually I don’t think I was REALLY sure that it was a dream, but I had my hunch, and that was all I needed. “….I’m Going!” I said. Everyone snapped their eyes toward me. “What are you talking about??” “I’m Going!” I repeated, my sense of curiosity getting the better of me. “There is some strange shit going on here, and I’m going to find out what.” I either tossed the telescope away or just didn’t have it any more. “If you’re coming, follow me, and do what I do.” I didn’t feel I had much time to explain the whole lucidity thing, but I was definitely feeling it. I took a few steps forward and dove over the balcony railing. Free-falling sickeningly toward the ground below, which had began to clear of crowds after the strange occurrence. Diving straight down, I tucked my chin and rolled forward, front flipping one half time and landing on both feet with a small crouch, sort of like Kadaj’s building dive in Advent Children. Before I knew it, I was hearing the feet of my friends landing behind me. No one asked any questions as to how it was we just jumped from about 6 stories up, but it was about to get weirder anyway.



“Ok, so how do you suggest we get over there?” Todd, asked. Exhaling once, I tried to give the easiest directions I could. “Just tell yourself that you’re dreaming, and follow me.” Of course this got the deer-in-headlights reaction from all three of them. No further words, I took my own advice, knowing that it would be a far distance to the tower, and flying, sometimes, was not my strong point unless I was in the right frame of mind. I closed my eyes. “I’m dreaming I’m dreaming I’m dreaming!!” I demanded to myself reassuringly. Boom. It was like I was opening my eyes for the very first time. A sense of confidence washed over me as the world became all that much more vivid.
“So…you’re dreaming?” Bruce asked, a bit confused. I didn’t even answer. I just ran forward and lept into the air, the wind screaming in my ears as I shot toward the horizon like a missile, ascending toward the huge architectural marvel in the distance.

I thought nothing of flying, which is the way I have the best luck with it. My mind was simply on getting from point A to point B. It was only a matter of seconds before my feet touched down upon the high circumference of the tower's main balcony. This thing had to be a few miles high; a twisted wonder of stone that seemed it was erected back in a time long since forgotten. I gazed in through one of the numerous balcony doors and began to walk forward. Turning my attention behind me, I’d noticed that Bruce and Todd were already walking on the stone surface, right on my heels, Jesse was just landing as well. No words about why we were able to do the things we were doing, we entered the tower like some sort of small, unlikely task force (which corresponds to the idea behind the LD’ing story I've been planning to write in the future).





Surprisingly enough, the inside of this tower looked more like a run-down urban apartment than some regal empirical landmark. Couches, a tiny kitchen area that would have barely fit the four of us. Food left out on the counters, and a large steak, which still looked fresh, in a pan on the stove.
From here on, things are a little more hazy. But it seems there is this old man that lives in this tower. And let me just say, I’ve faced some pretty rough characters in my dreams, but this guy was Bad. After what was most likely a long utterance of “I’m taking this world over” clichés, the fight broke out. This guy’s magic was crazy, and he was no slouch at hand to hand. While the others were a little reluctant, not quite sure of their powers, I suppose, I went all out on this guy with Kung Fu flavor that would have made Jet Li cower.
But GodDAMN was this guy good.

Punch kick block kick block punch block dodge kick feign punch wall-smash punch floor-break dodge punch. Fists and feet were flying everywhere, but I was just not making any progress with this guy. And on top of that, just as it seemed the others were ready to throw down…this old bastard just disappears; so quick that we are left standing in this, what seemed to be a bedroom (or study. It wasn’t furnished, and there were paint cans and newspapers all over the place) all alone and wondering just wtf happened. We knew that the only way out of this dead end bedroom was back through the hallway we’d just passed, because the massive room nearest the balcony is the one that connected all the rooms on the top floor.

Slowly, we began to file out of the room, and as we went through the hallway, I made my way to the front of the group. One hand held low, I concentrated my mind on the pyrokinesis I knew was possible, because I still knew I was dreaming. (just not enough to KNOW that I could defeat this guy) My hand flickered once and then ignited into a bright orange flame. I held the flame around my hand while searching with my eyes for any signs of the old man.



There was another small room (small is a relative term. It was still pretty big) that was parallel to the much smaller kitchen in the center of the hallway. Slowly I made my way toward it. Behind me, I heard a familiar Fwooosh and saw a flash of light. When I turned around, I’d seen that Bruce had followed my lead and found his own ability to produce a flame like mine. He smiled enthusiastically, holding up his flaming hand, and I couldn’t help but do the same. However, unfortunately, I hadn’t stopped walking toward the room when I looked back at Bruce, and when I turned to look inside of the room as I crossed the doorframe, I was blindsided.
A vicious punch crashed into the side of my face and sent me to the side, I countered with multiple fire blasts from both hands, swinging my arms like an ambidextrous pitcher and assaulting this guy with pyrotechnics. His own magic countered horrifically well, though, small explosions of blues and greens emanating from his person to show that the fire blasts were simply having no effect. Finally, before I could get another shot off, or think of another tactic, the old man fired some green energy blast that blew me off of my feet and sent me crashing into the wall behind me, now on the left side of the room from the doorway. Shaking off the cobwebs, I glanced up to see the others streaming into the room, battle cries filling the air as they all went 3 on 1 with this fucker. It was all out war with this guy…and we were losing.



I stood up and tried to clear my mind. I needed a charge of energy, and if that meant destroying this room to do it, so be it. I doubted the small explosion I was about to cause would have effected either of us too much, the way we were fighting, but the energy I would get from it would be invaluable. Clenching my fists, I began to well up my energy like a Saiya-Jin, a low “rrrrrrrrrrrraaahhhhh….” Building up in my throat. I could feel the coming energy start to push outward from my center, beginning to crack the floor under me, bendind the wall behind me out into the hall, and pushing the ceiling over my head up into itself.

However, I was not focused. I think it was the sounds of our side losing that broke my concentration and kept me from getting that explosive power of the SuperSaiyaJin, that I was going for, and that probably would have won the fight for us. Not sure whether to keep charging or not, I suddenly noticed that everything had fallen silent. I stopped focusing my energy all together and opened my eyes. The old man had disappeared again, leaving us alone in the room.
The battle was definitely taking its toll. We were all suffering from various levels of kicked-ass syndrome. We were much more reluctant to search for him this time, but were definitely feeling a sense of responsibility. My lucidity was beginning to fade right about this time, but I was still very much in non-lucid control of my actions.

We filed, slowly, out of the second bedroom, passing the kitchen that was almost straight across from it. Jesse leaned into the kitchen and stepped inside. Obviously exhausted, he uttered something like “God, I Have to Eat Something,” as tiredly as if he was in a trance, and the only thing that could save him was food, even at a time like this. (Lol..that Jesse…always eating.) So he goes straight for the huge steak on the stove and begins to cut it. A bit disgusted, not to mention thinking this was Not the time for food, I said, “Man, what are you doing?! Don’t eat That!”
The second I said this, the fuckin pantry door beside us slides open and inside the old man stands, covered from head to toe in a pantry full of…insect larvae. (Yeah..I know….wtf?! )The only thing we could see was his face, and the stone dead gaze of his whitish blue eyes that implied he might have been fighting us all while blind.

He said “You have all fought well, but you will never escape my locusts!” And an endless flood of flying locusts streamed out of the pantry, covering the entire top floor of the tower in seconds, before we even had a chance to think. I was able to bust off a few more pyro blasts from my hands, even though I wasn’t lucid any more, while I staggered through the hallway away from the kitchen, but the blasts seemed to just dissolve in the thickening cloud of locusts with no effect.
“Your powers are useless!” I could hear the old man’s voice through the swirling buzz around me. “My locusts feed off your energies! Your powers will drain, and soon you will feel your life force slipping from you!”

He was right. Being no longer lucid, I could feel myself being suffocated by millions of locusts swarming around me, masses of them coating my body like mud. I could hear nothing from my friends and was finding it harder and harder to stand. One of my very few tastes of dream defeat, I finally collapsed to my knees amongst the relentless swarm, prolonging the inevitable by trying to stand again, but to no avail.
I was so tired.
So tired that I knew I couldn’t go on.
So, there on the floor, still in a knelt position, refusing to go down any further, I closed my eyes, and welcomed the darkness.
…..and then I woke up.

Damnit……….this isn’t over…his ass is MINE.

10/25/2005
“Bootcamp and Beetlejuice.”

Only fragments of this one are still floating around in my head. I remember that this was a multi-tiered dream that seemed to melt from one situation to the next in a manner that kept the scenario going, even though each of the situations had not much to do with each other. At some point, not sure whether it was the beginning or middle, Todd and I were driving along somewhere and had to stop by a convenience store. I went inside while Todd stayed in the car. Now, what was funny about the inside of the store, was that it was that it was full of foreign workers. I mean Full. I mean You-Have-To-Slide-Your-Hand-Through-Someone’s-Armpits-To-Get-To-The-Beef-Jerky Full. Lol. But this isn’t all that strange though, as most of the convenience stores are full of foreign (mostly Mexican) workers. (that, and I’d been watching the news and hearing about the foreign workers taking the jobs of the American workers, lately.) Anyway, as I’m standing in this long ass line, waiting for my turn at the counter, I see police lights outside. I notice, looking through the window, that they are right over by where Todd had parked his car. So, not worried about whatever it was I was going to pay for, I walked outside. Todd was face down on the trunk of a cop car with his hands cuffed behind him. Heated and confused as I was, I start yelling at the cop about how he hadn’t done anything, and that the cops were just out harassing the hell out of people like us. I was just about to get into cursing at these two cops, male and female, when one of them pulled a larger version of Todd’s (waking life) smoking tin out from under his seat. Before then I didn’t even know it was there, and I stopped mid-sentence. They opened the box and showed me the pipe and the freshly packed bowl sitting inside of it, waiting to be smoked. “Shit.” I said under my breath, unable to think of anything else to say. That didn’t matter, anyway, because if I remember correctly, one of the clerks came outside screaming about how I didn’t pay for whatever it was I still had in my hand after walking out of the store. And without a bit of hesitation on their part, the cops placed me in hand cuffs also.
The next thing I remember is walking through some long hallway, still handcuffed. Todd was cuffed also and walking beside me, and we were in a long line of people who were in the same situation. There was a girl in front of me, and though I’m not sure who she was, she reminded me of Samara. Now, as it turns out, these cops were either corrupt, or not really cops at all. What they were doing weas taking some of us….detainees?..and training us for combat. A sort of expendable army; whether we wanted to or not. We passed this large window that stretched along the hallway to one side, giving us a view of the outside area. There was a small, fenced courtyard where people were being taught to shoot these high powered rifles and whatnot. They were aiming directly at us. Then a hail of gunfire erupted, and everyone that was walking around me practically dove to the ground. No glass shattered though. We glanced back up to see that the glass was bulletproof. The guards that were herding us simply smiled, mockingly, at all of our reactions and continued to lead us on down the hall.
Eventually, we were all on some obstacle course; a deadly one, at that. We would have to do stuff like run laps on this small track that had these shin-high razors that would race along the floor one after another, some coming straight toward us from the front, some coming from behind. We had to keep ourselves alert enough to run laps while jumping over these long razors that would sever the legs of anyone not quick enough to get over them. Luckily, no one I knew got hit, but I do remember a few people going down, though I was spared the gruesome sight of severed limbs and gore, which I guess is the silver lining in a situation like that. Eventually, there was some hand-to-hand sparring and whatnot, but most everything else is hazy.
The whole ambience reminded me of the movie Starship Troopers, with the whole hardcore this-shit-could-kill-you sort of training, and even some of the surroundings. But this part of the dream was short-lived, and I had a strange false awakening that I can’t really remember all of the details of. Also, there was a dream after that, that seemed to take place in some sort of swamplands. Alligators, airboats, all that good shit. I don’t remember too much from this dream, besides Todd and I screwing around with some of those plastic, battery-operated lightsabers with dual ends on each, just being the retards we are. That, and strangely enough…Beetlejuice was in the dream, roaming around the swamplands being his crazy ass beetlejuice self (I had been looking through Halloween costumes last night, and saw this weird BJ costume, which is probably why the character was in my head) …except, even stranger than this, was that it was a Jim Carrey rendition of Beetlejuice, not the original Michael Keaton BJ. Wtf is that about? Lol. I could tell that there was something different about him, and it wasn’t until we got up close that I realized who was “playing” him. But anyway, I’ve been awake for hours before writing this, so pretty much everything else is either too hazy to mention, or lost completely. Strange dream(s) though.

I can see where you're coming from with the starship troopers thing there. Have you ever seen the Battle Royale movies/manga/etc? The forced part of your dream really reminds me of them! I'd recommend them if you're interested

I've heard so much about Battle Royale lately. I'm going to have to check that out because I've heard it was really good.
Thanks for the recommendation.

11/04/2005

This was my first lucid experience with mirrors. I've always been wanting to experiment with mirrors while dreaming, but I could never seem to find one or think of looking for one while dreaming. This night, I remember going into the bathroom and flipping the switch to turn on the light. Nothing happened. I knew instantly that I was dreaming, and I looked at the mirror in front of me. Even though the bathroom was dark, I still had enough light to see my own reflection. I put up one hand and touched it to the mirror. At first, I felt the normal waking world resistance, and then I thought I might be concentrating too hard. I couldn't push my hand through. So, simply letting go of Trying to push my hand through the mirror, I simply Did it. (There is no spoon. Hehe.) I simply welcomed the fact that this was my dream, and all I had to do was push my hand through, and it worked. Continuing through, I stepped through the mirror and into a dream scene change.
Don't remember what dream followed, though.

11/08/2005

Starting to set my alarm at 3:30 to wake up and see if I can increase my recall. It was a little rough waking up the first time, and I lost the dream I'd had, but I remember the end of the second session of dreaming, and had set the clock again after that, for one more round.
The second sessions dream ended with some strange guy following us around. I think it was Todd that I was talking to while walking, with this guy doing weird shit like rowing a boat down the street behind us, with no water around. Anyway, this brother keeps followin us around, singin some old slow blues as we walked a road surrounded by grass and plush trees. I'm guessing Louisiana, for various reasons.
Suddenly that was confirmed as I was teleported instantly to a house, filled with murky water. I sort of 'awoke' on my back, looking upward completely submerged in Gulf waters. There was a figure on top of me, and I pushed it up with my hands as I tried to free myself from the watery tomb. A little bit of light was showing in through one of the submerged windows, and the greenish ray fell over the figure and revealed it to be the head of the man that was following Todd and I through the, otherwise peaceful, scene before. The man was dead, though; long since drowned and water logged. He was black, before, but took on a really pale sort of spoil. Alarmed at the fact that I was still submerged, and not yet aware that I was dreaming, I pushed the body off of me, and swam up to me feet. For some reason, I'd seemed to be holding onto the head of this dead guy as I swam through the living room toward the door. Ironically, instead of trying immediately to exit the completely flooded house, I instead searched with my hands for the lightswitch. I could see around me just a little, but everything had a dark green murk to it, as the entire house was underwater. Finding the switch, I flicked the light on. Nothing happened. (Funny, how I expected the lights to work in a house filled with water. Lol.) But even though they wouldn't have worked anyway, realization started coming in to me, I was stopping and thinking to myself "Hmmmm....why the hell aren't the lights working?" It was then that the dead head that was still in my hand turned upward just a little and said something like: "Because we're underwater, genius." Or something along those lines. Simultaneously, I'd realized that I was breathing under water. All three of these occurances were enough to grant me lucidity, and it seemed that they triggered the realization that I could hear the binaural beats that I decided to experiment with headphones with as I fell asleep. Annoyed for the last time by this "Guy" even after his death, I was tired of looking at him, and ready to wake up, so I did.
After waking shortly, I slipped back into about an hour's worth of HI and short dream sequences. Nothing really stands out enough to write down, though.

11/09/2005
Just had a pretty strange one that I can hardly remember. There was a lot that went on, but I remember, by the end, that there was some supernatural chick we were all trying to get away from. She had these demon things following around her, and they were trying to get us. We (three or four of us) were driving in a van, and someone was praying a sort of 'repellant' as these demon things were attacking the van from the outside, ripping the metal and windows to try to get in. Slowly, fluidly, their mistress had materialized inside of the van, in the empty passenger seat, and started some sort of surprise attack on us from inside, but I can't remember exactly what happened. Freaky shit, though. Not necessarily scary, but freaky.

11/12/2005

Pretty vivid dreams, last night. But the only one that has stayed with me is the one that was going on, the closest to when I was waking up. I was beginning to recognize the breakbeats that were playing (in the waking world) as I slept. They began to work their way into the dream, and I was beginning to pull off a few dance moves to them, sort of just idly showing a friend of mine how to bust some subtle moves. Being that I wasn't really trying, a group of guys over to the side started throwing out remarks and snickers and shit, so I stepped over to them, and asked what exactly was so funny. They said something about the dancing, and that they could do better. Sooo...with the music from my PC playing through my sleeping mind, I started to break out some real moves.

That shut 'em up. Then I woke up.

11/14/2005

I remember either two seperate dreams, or two parts of the same dream. The first, I was in a bar, pissy drunk, and I was eyeballed by some middle eastern men on the other side of the bar's corner. I couldn't remember what the subject was, but they were finding something amusing and were being very hush-hush about what exactly it was. Irritated, but not to the point of over-reacting, I simply gave them both a knowing, sarcastic smirk, and made made my way down the length of the bar toward the bartender. Putting my hand on the bar between two strangers to get my position, I was glared at by a man that was closest to my front. He muttered something about how I'd "Better move [my] hand from being so close to where he was," as if my waiting for a drink was somehow crowding his space. Already irritated, I leaned in closer to him and said something about how, if he wanted me to move my arm, he should have asked me repsectfully, and I MIGHT have done so. (No I wouldn't have. lol. But that's not the point) And continued to tell him that if he's not very big on respect, and would like to somehow Make me move my arm, that I would twist his fuckin' neck around 180 degrees, pick him up off of his feet, throw him over the bar into the bottles behind it, spilling alchohol all over him, and set his ass on fire.
He had nothing else to say, and went on about his business.

The second dream was in a grocery store. I don't remember too much about it, but a few things stand out. I remember that, high on one shelf, 2 liter bottles of soda were being sold, but they were empty, which was weird. Soon I was in the parking lot. I was walking with someone and all of a suddenly a car, driving in reverse toward my back, screeched to a stop and almost hit me. Whoever I was with (female) was saying something about how it was my fault because I was walking too far out into the middle of the lane. And I was like like "fuck that. Pedestrian always has the right of way, and besides, mother fucker could have given me Some kind of notice!" I began to walk again, and the car suddenly speeds toward me again, still in reverse. I could tell it wasn't going to stop in time, so I jumped up just a little bit, and landed sitting on the person's trunk when they finally stopped right under me. Pissed off, I jumped again and landed down on their trunks harder, crushing the metal lid down into the trunk. Some older woman got out of the car, looking like she was drunk as all hell, and started bitching. Deciding not to get into a "Bitch this was your fault!" rage, and just decided to keep on walking. Instead of my Olds, in the parking space was my late-father's '69 Grand Prix, which is mine now, technically, as of last night. Getting in the car, we began to leave the parking lot and (randomly) I saw my cousin Treasure in the parking lot with no ride, so I picked her up and took her home also.

11/15/2005

Damn. Dreams in full force last night. I can't even remember how many of them I had. Four of them come to mind at the moment, which has gotta be a new record for me to remember at one time. First of, I was in a gymnasium playing B-ball with Todd and Joe. Very Very vivid and realistic dream. The physics were all competely real. Even my shot percentage seemed accurate. I think we were playing 21, because it was every man for himself. I remember making 3 smooth "all nets" and Joe was talking about how he's never been able to hit just the bottom of the net before.

In another dream, I was at a gas station, and Bruce and Brian were there two, but they were driving in Brian's car instead of mine. I don't remember too much of what happened in this one, but I know that at one time we were out of the cars and just being our obnoxious selves in the parking lot. We were throwing firecrackers and whatnot all over the area, and after a while, I started to realize that this was probably not a good idea. Slowly, nonchalantly, I began to make my way back to my car. As I was getting in, Brian and Bruce were still trying to hang around and bust off fireworks, but I'd began to see a couple of cop cars coming up into the parking lot. They slipped into the car, and we all drove casually toward the exit. I remember dropping one side of my car down into a little hole because I was looking in the rear-view and trying to make sure that Bruce and Brian didn't get pulled over. They didn't. They were right behind me, and the cops just circled around the parking lot on patrol a few times as we continued to drive off.

Guns. Lots of Guns. This one was in some sort of futuristic shooting range. It was enclosed area that you would step in in teams and go crazy on these targets. (I don't remember what kind of targets they were, whether they were alive, or even armed. I think they were mechanical, but I'm not sure. Right outside the door of the range, was a Massive cache of weapons. Everything from .50 Desert Eagles, to HKs, to Uzis, to some slick-ass .90 Pistols (whatever those were.) I picked up two twin .90's and I think Bruce was heading into the range in front of me. I don't quite remember too much of this one after that, but I remember it as a scenario of its own, so that makes recalled dream #3.

#4 Well I won't go too far into this one, but I'll just say it involved a manage-a-trois in a tiny, cramped bathroom. lol.

11/17/2005

Went to sleep with the intention of completing the lucid task of the month: "flying to the sun and bringing back a peice." I overslept this morning so many of the details of the dreams have been lost in the hours between waking up and now, when I'm writing. I remember that one of the non-lucids had to do with a small child, though I'm not completely sure as to whether or not it was Cierra. Well, the thing with this child was that all of his/her thoughts and fears were somehow manifesting themselves and creating a lot of problems for me and whoever it was I was with. At one point, I remember having to fend off this crazy dog from trying to maul me. (Which makes me think the child was Cierra, now that I think about it, because her mom told me, yesterday, about how she was bitten by a dog on monday. So I guess that solves that mystery.)
At some point in the dream, or in another dream all together, I had remembered my intention on completing the lucid task, and this immediately brought me to a pretty stable state of lucidity. Or at least I thought it was stable. Glancing around with the notion that "Alright, I'm dreaming. Time to get this task done," I'd planned to first stabilize my lucidity even more, so I closed my eyes and recited to myself "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming" (Hey, it worked before) Only this time, instead of opening my eyes to an even more vivid and solid lucidity, I opened them to a hazy, unstable dreamscene, which seemed to be two dream scenes competing with each other. This was immediately frustrating, and somewhere within my trying to regain the sharpness a single dream scene, I'd lost my lucidity and melted into whichever was the first dream scene to take hold of my senses.
I don't remember the dream at all, but I do know that I missed out on my chance to complete the LD task for the night. Damn. Oh well.