Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

Originally Posted by Vex

HEY! You got closer to the CrossRoads than I did. In my case it had just started to take shape, the same view you had, as I began to dream. Then someone walked into the my room and woke me up. Really sucks to get so close and then wake up, huh. If you're in need of support... I'm here for ya man. I know how you feel.
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Hell yeah, it sucks. 'Specially since the last time I tried to get there, I got to the middle of the desert, tried to teleport the rest of the way, and woke up, also.
But I think I'd be more pissed if I was in your position. Having somebody walk in and strip you of reaching the Crossroads is grounds for an ass-beating. Haha.

Ah well....Let's just wallow in our failure together.

09/27/2006

Had some B-6. Dreams were really vivid, but I don’t remember all too much of them.

Dream One
In the first one I was (of course) in my old neighborhood, and having a good time with all the neighborhood kids. I remember climbing all over Mark’s old roof like we used to do. Sometime during this, someone had a newborn baby and I asked to hold it. The only thing I remember about that was that I was having a hard time getting the baby into the “cradled” position that you hold babies in, supporting their heads and everything. I also noticed that this baby was very active for a newborn. Not necessarily “hyperactive” but more like “moving slowly, but with a range of motion too mature for a newborn.”
Later, we were all back outside and something unexpected happened. Some guy tried to rob a bank and ended up crashing through our neighborhood, into one of the houses. I saw a bunch of rolled up pouches with “bank roll” printed on them, which was kinda funny.
An undercover cop car ended up (crashing, also?) in the same area of our neighborhood. Can’t remember too much of what happened involving these two.

Dream Two
In this dream, I was in a Home Depot, or something. There was an older woman walking around the store that was up to something, I forgot what it was. Whatever it was, she was bad. Bad like gun-toting-crime-spree-committing-I'll-Shoot-You-In-The-Face Bad. Anyway, we (I?) were trying to capture this old woman. As I was walking down an aisle of this hardware store, I look over and see the woman looking back at me. As soon as she notices that I'm staring at her, she takes off running, disappearing behind one of the tall shelves. I run after her. As I turn the corner to follow her, I see that she's running along the wall of one of the aisles, horizontally, on all fours. The only comparison I can make is that she's running like how one of the xenomorphs from the movie Aliens can run on the walls and ceiling.
She's moving away from me and gets away before I can do too much about it. As she's doing this, she reaches back with a pistol in her hand and fires off a couple of rounds.
I pull out a shotgun from somewhere (I actually think I got it from the cop car in the first dream, which makes me think the two were connected, but I'm not sure.) It was empty, though. I started searching and asking around the hardware store for shotgun shells. Some woman that was standing in line kept saying "They're over here." But she had her back turned to me, and there were a lot of people standing around. I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. She kept saying it over over. "They're Over here." Finally I'm like "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Then a woman turns around and looks at me and says "Right here."
She points to an empty gun rack and picks up the last two shotgun shells that were remaining. I'm like "TWO?!" I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do with two shotgun shells in a firefight?
I took them anyway and loaded up the shotgun. Then I went around searching for the old lady.
Don't remember too much more after this except for one thing: As I'm going around searching for this old (inhuman?), pistol-packing woman, I see the lady that led me to the shells running across the aisle in front of me. She'd pulled out a pistol of her own and was firing back at someone or something as she was running passed my line of sight. I ran and caught up with her, looking back to see that she had only fired twice but had taken out the deadly old woman with a well-placed shot (to the neck, I think.)
The woman that had given me the shells then pulled out a badge showing me that she was an undercover cop.

09/28/2006
“Teri”

Very long and vivid dream. (Hooray Alcohol-Induced REM Rebound! )

Started off with Todd and I walking through a large neighborhood. I can’t remember where, exactly, we were going. I had my guitar strapped on my back. Somewhere off to the side, some people got into a car accident. We got closer and noticed there were like 15-20 people about our age either recovering from or just standing around the car wreck, many of them nursing their wounds and leaning up against the busted up vehicles. We ended up stopping by this group and checking to see if everyone was alright.
I remember something about a fight breaking out between the drivers and drivers’ friends from each of the cars. Sometime around here, I remember having to put my guitar down on the ground to help settle things down. I didn’t feel good about having to put it on the gravel street because I didn’t want it getting all scratched up, but did it anyway, carefully. I looked over a few seconds later to see some kid about to use my guitar as a stepping stool to get up onto the hood of one of the cars to sit down. I grabbed him and gave him a “Don’t even fucking think about it” look and tossed him over to the side.
I noticed that an old friend of mine that I haven’t seen in a few years, Teri, (that there was always a little chemistry with) was part of the large group of people. She noticed me and we got to chit-chatting. Sooner or later, I’d noticed that Todd had left. I got the feeling he had got tired of waiting and just continued on walking to wherever we were going in the first place.
Figuring I was stuck, I was about to start walking to my house. Teri stepped up and said that I could get a ride with some of her friends, and that they were all going to be throwing a party at one of their houses, if I wanted to come.
Of course, I said “Hell yeah.”
We drove out to the house and spent a long time just drinking and partying. Teri and I were getting really close, and had a few quick little makeout sessions. There was one time where I had to go take a piss and she followed me into the bathroom. She was standing there talking to me as I was going and, all of a sudden, a bunch of kids busted into the bathroom. For some strange reason, they all crowded around the toilet and were fascinated with my taking a piss. I'm trying to kick them all away from me with my foot and looking at Teri like "get these lil mofo's away from me!" all while trying to keep my aim in the toilet so I don't piss all over the place.
We went back out and partied till the next morning.
That next day, Teri said she'd drive me home and that we had to stop by her job for something. When we got there, she came out with this really weird condom. (why she came out from her job with a condom, I don't know) I don't even remember what made it so weird, but we spent a long time just laughing at it and making jokes. I think it was like the size of a saucer, purple and..fuzzy? I forget. Anyway, she drives me to my house (which wasn't really my house) and we're walking up to the door. As I'm about to put the key in the slot, she slips in front of me and leans back toward me, poking her ass out and rubbing it in my crotch, suggestively. I joked around, telling her to "stop or we'd never even make it inside." Haha. She, of course, took it as a cue to keep going and continued grinding up against me. Unable to hold myself back I reached around and slipped my right hand over her chest, pulling her upperback against my chest and starting to kiss all over her neck from behind. My left hand slid around in front of her and crawled down into her pants, kneeding my fingers around in her panties. I was just about to press the front of her body up against the door when she lifted a leg and put her foot on the wall, kicking off to make us both fall backward into the grass with her landing on top of me. Laughing at her own slickness, she turned over and straddled me in the yard. I distinctly remember a neighbor stopping his yardwork to sit there and watch us as we made out like fucking crazy in the lawn.
After a while.......a LONG while, she got up, obviously upset. I asked her what was up and she hesitated for a while. Then she told me she really wanted to take all this inside, but didn't want to do anything without me knowing...she had AIDS.
I was more or less beside myself - horny as all HELL, at this point, and weighing my options. I was pretty much in a state of "Well...uhm....maybe if I'm sure to wrap it up it'll be fine?! Right?!.....RIGHT?!?!" when I woke up.

09/29/2006
Dream One

The one where I was somewhere getting in the car and a friend had their dog with them. We would call the dog so it would jump in the car, but every time it would jump in the passenger seat it would keep going, jump straight across me, (me being in the driver's seat) and straight out the driver's side window. We went through this about 4 times before I decided to roll up the window just as the dog was about to jump over me. It smacked into the window and had nowhere else to go, so we finally got it to settle down and ride.

Dream Two

All I remember is being in a hotel room and banging the Holy Shit out of some thick brunette.

[Edit:] Now that I think about it, there was someone else in the room, sitting on the other bed, but I have no idea who the hell it was.

10/02/2006
“Fighting with Todd”

First thing I remember was going to a dojo to sit back and watch a kung fu class, with Todd and Joe. We came in after the class started and they almost didn’t let us in, but we talked them into it, saying they wouldn’t even know we were there. We just wanted to observe as we went shopping around for the right school. We had mixed drinks in our hands and got pretty rowdy by the end of the class. Todd ended up spilling the rest of his drink all over the dojo floor and I think ended up getting us kicked out.
After that, there was a short sequence with a handheld videogame that I can’t really remember.
Then, we were back in my old neighborhood. Gina was with us and we were having a conversation about something. We ended up going into my house to chill. Todd was really pissed about something. He kept getting in my face and telling me what an asshole I was, bringing up all kinds of old shit that I “did” when we were younger. I could tell he was mad/depressed about something to do with Nicole and taking it out on me. He kept trying to fight me and I closed the door so my mom wouldn’t hear us. He just kept trying to fight me and started lunging at me. I remember that I never threw a single punch. I just kept trying to get him to stop, damn near pleading with him, but still putting him in some improvised submission holds every time he'd lunge at me. He was getting more and more irate, but the holds that I was using were less a matter of strength or energy than effectiveness. The more he struggled to free himself, the harder he would make the locks, so all of his attempts to get free would hurt his limbs even more. I kept asking him to stop because this was fucking stupid, but he was just so pissed. Even though he never asked to be let out of the holds, I would let him go two or three times simply because I didn't like having to lock up and fight him like we were doing. I'd unwrap my arms and push him away from me. The last time, I tried to talk to him, and he pretty much said "No man fuck you," or something like that, and walked out of my house.

Gina had been watching and was as confused about Todd's behavior as I was.
I was talking to her about the whole thing and had my back turned to my door. I think Gina looked passed me and I turned around to see what she was looking at. All I saw was Joe, who is much bigger than I am, and really close with Todd also, standing directly behind me and grinning that "You are Seriously about to get your ass kicked" grin, dead in my face.
I glanced over and saw Todd standing by my door, smiling too. He'd obviously spouted off some shit to Joe and now Joe was here to defend him. (But against me? over Hearsay? I didn't even have time to let that strike me as weird.)
I wasn't even about to give Joe the chance to rush me and get an advantage, (which could very well have been inevitable) so I bent down and wrapped my arms around his thighs. Pushing up with my legs, I stood all the way up and brought him off of his feet. There was a long AC unit that ran the length of my wall and had a casing made out of solid wood so, coming down, I leaned my body and tilted Joe so that his head (temple first) swung straight down for the corner of the unit. There was nothing at all that he could do and the impact would have, most likely, killed him. However, at the last minute, I put my weight down on a knee and was able to stop Joe's head from descending, right before he cracked his skull on the AC unit. I still had the fact that I was fighting my best friends holding me back. I didn't want to fight them at all, let alone harm or kill them. This shit just wasn't right.

Everyone in the room was completely astonished by what just happened, and what could have happened - Joe especially. He stood up straight and looked at me with wide-eyes, obviously because, in a million years, he never would have expected me to pull of such and effective move, so quickly. I remember saying something to Todd like "This is dumb. Stop this shit! I may not be as quick and explosive as you," and then looked at Joe "...or as strong as You, but I'm pretty sure I'm the smarter fighter. One of us is going to seriously end up getting hurt if we keep going like this." Todd looked at me and scoffed something like "Sounds like you're just insecure to me (referring to my comments about speed and strength.) Is that the kind of shit you worry about, day to day?" trying to start more shit.
I said "No," and then something that amounted to how only a fool would be ignorant enough not to acknowledge their own strengths and weaknesses, especially in a fight.
Things seemed to settle down for a moment. We all went outside and were talking. I noticed there was a set of train tracks, running across the grassy field near my house that was never there before. A couple more friends showed up.
As we were talking, Brian showed up also, driving the baddest fucking car I've ever seen in my life. It was like a Ferrari mixed with a McLaren or some shit. All yellow with a black, convertible top. He said it was his dad’s and he was just driving it temporarily.

We were all standing around gawking at it and a few more people our age and younger showed up to eyeball it. I think I noticed that someone was looking passed me, again. Not sure, but for whatever reason, I turned around to see who was behind me. It was Todd, and he had a pistol aimed straight at my face. Now, had he simply pulled the trigger as I turned around, I would have been toast, but I had enough time to look passed the barrel and see his face. He was smiling as if to say "Now wtf are you going to do??" That expression was my window of opportunity. I swung my head from left to right while, at the same time, bringing my right hand up and swinging it from right to left, smacking the barrel of the gun in the opposite direction. This combination of movements cut the reaction time that would have been necessary to get out of the line of fire, should Todd have pulled the trigger, nearly in half, while at the same time making it impossible for Todd to shift the gun to follow the movement of my head. Clear of the weapon, I grabbed his wrist and we started wrestling for control of the gun. The first thing I made sure I did was get a Good look at the gun that he was carrying. I noticed was that the safety was off, so there was a good chance he wasn’t bluffing and would have killed me then and there, if he’d wanted to. But then I noticed that the gun was actually one of my BB guns, (that look real enough) and not a real one.
As we struggled for control of the gun, I was much less worried about getting shot with it, but I knew it would still suck. After circling around each other a few times, our arms locked around the wrists, I pulled myself back toward the small patch of grass near my driveway. Then, tugging Todd’s arms toward me, I fell down backwards in the grass while raising my foot up into his stomach, rolling him over me, flipping him over my body while yanking the gun from his hand, catching him completely off guard. He landed on the grainy, stone-studded street, on his back, which I knew couldn’t have felt good.
I got back up and started walking toward him. He was moaning and rolling around in pain, holding his back. I stopped over him and he held up a piece of his white t-shirt that had been ripped during our scuffle and waved it around in the air as if it was the white flag of surrender. One of the people acknowledged that Todd was calling it quits and told me to back off of him, so I did. I didn’t even want to be fighting him in the first place.

We stood outside for a while longer and then mom came out saying that her and Cierra were going shopping and would be back later. As soon as they left, I invited everyone inside. (Funny, considering there were now like 20 people standing outside my house. Lol) We clowned around inside for a while and my mom came home earlier than I’d expected. She told everyone to leave and, as we were coming out, one of the girls in the group (really good looking. Reminded me of Autumn F.) Came back in and asked if she could use the bathroom. I was going to tell her no, because I knew mom was pissed but I figured “Hmmm…well she is fine, and all these people are being slow-asses, getting outside, anyway. By the time they’re gone I may be able to have a short little conversation with her before we go out and meet the rest of the group.” So I’m waiting for this girl to come back out of the bathroom, telling all of the slow others to “Hurry Up” and get out, because they were just standing around taking their sweet-ass time.
Just as I was getting the last of them out of the house and was waiting for the chick to come out of the bathroom, I woke up.

The dream was so intense and immersive, so realistic, that when I woke up it was one of those feelings like “Whoa where the fuck am I?! What happened?! What the?!....” and then I realized I was in my own bed and everything that had happened was just a dream.

10/03/2006

Really vivid Calea dreams last night.

Dream One

The first one had something to do with a party involving the people I work with. L was there. K and G. N was there and even my friends Aaron and Joe, that I don’t work with, were hanging out with us. I was sitting on a couch with L on one side and G on the other. L and I were flirting pretty heavily throughout the dream and G was leaning in whispering something to me about me being a player, because I was talking to L. Haha. Don’t remember much of that conversation, though.
There was a conference room that was open to the party as well and, in it, N was having some sort of debate with this guy that reminded me A Lot of some dude I’ve seen on TV recently. I don’t know his name though. Heavyset guy with dark hair and a beard. He’s a critic of some sort and has this really cutting and cynical personality, though he always appears really stoic and sedated despite his matter-of-factness. I think he’s an atheist that comes on the news to speak up on his opinions of stories having to do with religious current events.
Anyway, he was N’s opponent in this debate as N was advocating the possibility for the paranormal, and this guy was basically taking a “Whatever. You’re stupid if you believe any of this stuff is true – Period,” stance about the whole thing. It seemed that N didn’t quite know how to handle that sort of argument, which can be pretty powerful when spoken to the right crowd. When you’re arguing against stuff that nobody believes in anyway, you don’t have to have evidence or even logic on your side. All you have to have is “It’s all fake” and present it as logical skepticism, and the crowd is behind you.
Anyway, N was drowning and I knew I had a better argument for the paranormal, so I stepped in to help her. I started presenting a lot of the documentation that I have on little-known experiments presenting positive evidence for the paranormal. I was actually getting the other guy flustered because he was finding it much harder to debate my points than N’s. He was losing control of the crowd.
K happened to be on this guy’s side. And he, in an attempt to win back some crowd favor said something to me, asking if I wanted to “spank his bottom,” in a childish voice, since I was reprimanding their side for being such jerks to N when she was just trying to put up a good debate. This got a bit of a chuckle out of the crowd. But, he didn’t expect me to, without missing a beat or wasting a millisecond, bust out with “With what? Your momma’s tongue? Sure, where’s she at?” The crowd erupted in laughter.
After a short while the two of them were mumbling to each other about how I was going to be much harder to deal with than N.

Dream Two

In the second dream, the first thing I remember was being outside and going for a run. I was running down what I think was SR 472, out here in Deltona, which is a long stretch of road surrounded by woods. As I was running, I’d pass over these puddles of rainwater that I’d find my feet slipping in. Sooner or later, I actually started having fun with the puddles lining the road. I’d run toward them and then plant my feet so I slide over the puddles of water as if they were made out of ice. Sometimes I’d do half spins and shit while sliding across them. Just having a good ol’ time. I kept picking up long branches as walking sticks (as I usually do when I’m out walking) and screwing around with them.
At one point, a bunch of little kids started following me, basically doing whatever I did. I spent most of the dream just sort of running around messing with these sticks while these kids imitated a lot of the things I was doing. One of the sticks that I found on the ground turned out to be a baseball bat made out of solid concrete. Very strange, but cool, so I kept it with me as I ran. I remember running out into the street, once, and jumping straight over an oncoming car.
Went back to a populated area and wanted to try some parkour. I ran toward a staircase in an apartment complex and jumped toward an apartment windowsill on the bottom floor, kicked off of it and jumped up toward the outside of the second floor balcony, trying to bypass the stairs. I fell short of the balcony but noticed I was slowly floating down to the ground level, instead of falling.
”Hahaha. Oh shit, I’m dreaming,” I thought to myself. When I landed, I took a few steps back and then tried again. When I kicked off of the window, I soared all the way up and over the second floor railing, without using my hands, and landed on the walkway upstairs.
From there I kept running and jumped across a gap onto the roof of another building. Standing on the roof, I asked myself what I wanted to do with my lucidity. For a moment, I thought about trying to visit the Crossroads again, but then I remembered that it was now early October and the Lucid Crossroads task was over, so that would be pointless. Around now, I started losing the vividness of the dream and was starting to feel myself waking up. I looked at my hands, which stayed vivid, although wavy and surreal, while the rest of the world remained hazy, losing more and more definition. The only thing I could thing of, now, was sex with a DC. It was the first thing that popped into my head after I realized I wouldn’t have long before waking up.
I looked over on another one of the rooftops and there was a blonde chick laying down on it. I did a long jump over another gap and landed on the roof with her. We started going at it for a bit before I woke up.

10/04/2006

Dancing in a club with some chick that looked like a petite version of Beyonce.

10/05/2006

Dream One

Some Superman dream that I don’t remember too much of. I do remember that SM was going through some sort of identity crisis where he was thinking of trying to give up the Superman persona and stay with the Clark Kent. There was some sequence, at night, where someone or something was throwing cars at him, from the air, in the middle of a Central Park looking area. He would be walking, at first in a big group of people, as Clark Kent, I think, and a car would just drop out of nowhere and smash into him from above. The impact would make him drop down to about a knee and then stand back up, just to have another car fall out of the sky and smash into his head, repeating the process. His demeanor was as if he was trying to ignore the assault on him, but I could tell by his face that he was getting more and more frustrated, as the weight of the cars bombarding him from the sky was starting to fatigue him. One of the cars that dropped, landing grille-first on his head, actually cracked straight up the middle, like a broken cinderblock, and split in half from the impact without making “Clark Kent” fall to the ground.

Dream Two

In some big two-storey house. My dad was there, and he’d bought a huge drumset from somewhere. It was actually like more than one drum set, but they all connected to make one big one. All I really remember is me and Cierra playing with all the different drums.

10/06/2006

Being somewhere out in the woods with Todd and Brian and they were being really obnoxious, to the point of pissing me off. I don’t remember much of this one, though, because I was almost late for work and didn’t have too much time to worry about recalling it.

10/08/2006
”Plane transformation”

I’d gone to a party Saturday night and ended up crashing there. I woke up after a few hours and then fallen back asleep. The dream took place in the same house, but it was the following morning. There was something going on in the sky, outside, and I started looking through the blinds of the room I was (still sleeping ) in. There was a large, futuristic-locking jet in the sky that was just sort of hovering over all the houses with a bunch of smaller jets slowly orbiting around it. These jets, along with some weird, yellow, flying car (don’t ask) came in close to each other and did some sort of strange docking sequence with each other, turning into one even bigger “jet.” I ran outside the house and into the yard, along with a bunch of other people in the neighborhood (that was actually different from the area surrounding the house I was really sleeping in. We heard a huge booster whining as it charged up and then the jet took off like a rocket and was out of sight in seconds. I spent the whole dream in a state of “WTF is GOING ON?!” But wasn’t aware enough to realize I was dreaming.

10/09/2006
Something having to do with ninjas. All I really remember is Cierra being a little older than she is now and we were hiding from someone. We both had on ninja dogis and hiding in the shadows of some apartment living room while our pursuers looked all over for us.

10/10/2006
“The Possessed House”
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Some friends and I were in a massive house. It was obviously an old one and made completely out of wood. I can’t remember what we were doing there, but some strange old guy was our host. We seemed to hang out in this house through the night (this dream lasted fuckin forever.Had some Calea Z and B6 before bed. Should have known I would be just asking for a dream like this) But, after a while, we’d become aware that this house was possessed. After weird shit happened, the old man with us explained how it was “alive.”
There were these huge organic tendrils, tentacles and all kinds of shit just lurking in every dark corner and room, trying to grab us, along with huge insects the size of everything from large dogs to people, coming from everywhere. The place was even infested with the “Tremor (movie) worms.” It felt like we were running around that house for hours trying to find a way out, but it wouldn’t let us. Every exit we would journey toward led to some new, twisted, scenario. One huge room seemed to tear away into an infinite void, the floor and walls broken away as if that section of the house was a doorway to space, itself. We had to struggle to get back to the door and “exit” the room before we were forever lost in the blackness that was sucking us further away from that door and into the void.
Back “inside” the house, (or out of that room, however you wanna look at it) we kept on the run, some of my friends actually being killed by the grasping tendrils that came from the walls, pulling them further into the house as if it was eating them. Occasionally, I’d see my friends again after they were “killed,” but I could tell they weren’t the same. They’d be possessed by whatever it was that possessed the house, and they’d do whatever they could to keep the rest of us from leaving.
FINALLY, after having waaaaaaaay too much of this crap, I started to realize what was going on. The old guy that was hosting us was in front of me, being the creepy old man that he was, and all of a sudden I blurted out “Holy shit, I’m dreaming! I’m dreaming!!” (…Thank God.)
He looked at me with an empty look in his eyes and said “No….You’re having a Niiiiiiiiightmaaaaaaaarreee!! and, as he did this, his eyes rolled back in his head and his face got all twisted and distorted and seemed to be melting off of his skull. The large tendrils that had been creeping around through the walls burst out of this man’s body and began spreading out to cover the area. I cocked back my arm and tried to throw some sort of light from my palms, hoping to fry the man’s (now monstrous) form, but nothing was coming out. The B6 and Calea were just making things all too vivid and the situation was too fucking intense. Control didn’t come easy at all.
We were on the run again. I had one friend left and we were going all through the hallways trying to find away out. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I couldn’t fight the Calea and B6 and pull my wits together long enough to find a way out of this dream, so we continued to do it the old fashioned way; searching and running. Sooner or later we found ourselves at the beginning of this loooooong hallway. At the end of the hall was a single window….and it was daylight outside.
Just as I’d started to wonder if we were going to be able to make it through the hallway without incident, I could see the tentacles breaking out of the walls and ceiling of the hallway, starting to fill up the space, making a constricting tunnel of grasping arms waiting for us, should we try to reach the window.
I remembered a technique I’d been thinking of (while awake) to try out in just this sort of bad dream situation. I was able to focus for just a moment and pushed all my energy outward from my center, straining and growling a little bit to really exert force. My body burst into a blaze of my energy, as if I was a Dragonball Z character, creating a force-field around me. I pushed outward a little more and it started burning all of the things that were trying to reach out and grab us, without harming the friend that was with me. (Which, of course, looks kinda like this )
Protected by this burning glow, I grabbed his wrist and did a forward dash, flying straight for the window, torching away the entire 50something-yard hallway of shit as we cut through it like a hot knife.
We smashed out the other side of the window and landed on a concrete walkway. It was a foggy, early morning. This was when I saw that the outside of the house looked like a big, inner-city warehouse or factory. With this moment of relief, I tried to focus and withdraw from the dream one more time. I closed my eyes and tried to pull all my senses back to the waking world. Wrong. When I opened them, the world around me was 150% vivid. Much more than before I’d tried to eject from the dream. I was anchored in that intense dream state that I’ve only experienced through B6 and Calea.
The tentacles were starting to grow back in the hallway and began trying to crawl out of the window toward us. I jumped off of the walkway and tried to fly out over the yard. I couldn’t get the speed I was looking for, and it was like trying to move through water, while flying. Thinking of the “tremor worms,” I think it would be a really bad idea to land on the grass, and that made me start to sink. The yard in front of the building was huge and I had a long way to go before I was out of it. I turned around, hovering, and tried to keep my feet from touching the ground, which was f’cking hard. I’d given up trying to get across the yard and ended up…eventually…making it back to the walkway. I figured it would be a better idea to keep to the concrete and make my way away from this place, since I was having so much trouble in the air. As we were leaving, a little girl, about 10 years old and wearing a black hoodie with the hood back, walked down the stairs at the end of the walkway toward us. (I think it was Cierra, a little older than she is now, but I’m not sure because I don’t remember her being with us while we were running through the house) She had this ominous look in her eyes and she looked at me, asking my permission (which is what made me think it was Cierra, even more than her appearance) to “take over out here,” as well.
The “house” obviously had possession of her.
I told her “No. You can’t.” She stared at me for a moment, obviously disappointed, and turned back around to walk back in the house. As she did that, she held a hand out beside her to trace her fingers along the wall, like little kids do, and I noticed that, instead of fingers, a few small strings of those tentacles slithered out of the hoodie sleeve and caressed along the wall. She walked up the steps and disappeared back into the house.

That’s all I really remember. There was another sequence that involved going to a house with a bunch of college kids having a party, and getting bad vibes and looks from them. I don’t know if it was the same dream and we went to that house after escaping the first, or if it was a completely different dream all together. Doesn’t really matter, though, because I don’t remember it.

Whoa...what an intense dream.


This part sounds so cool (I want to try that sometime if I ever have the need):

My body burst into a blaze of my energy, as if I was a Dragonball Z character, creating a force-field around me. I pushed outward a little more and it started burning all of the things that were trying to reach out and grab us, without harming the friend that was with me.[/b]

And this part just gives me the creeps:

As she did that, she held a hand out beside her to trace her fingers along the wall, like little kids do, and I noticed that, instead of fingers, a few small strings of those tentacles slithered out of the hoodie sleeve and caressed along the wall[/b]

... I just had a Thief flashback

The "Cradle"

:shudder:

That was the scaries mission I have ever played in any game, and you had a dream that was like it, and a hundred times more real and frightning (maby not a hundred.

I applaud you.

Yeah, that was definitely intense. Way too vivid for comfort.

Never played Theif, but if that mission was anything like that dream...Wow. Heh. That's freaky shit.

And thanks for the applause.

10/12/2006

Dream One
Befriending someone’s cat, that everyone said “didn’t like people.” I just kept giving it attention and it was purring and lying all over me.

Dream Two
Something about listening to some Blues and playing some on my guitar.

Dream Three
Something about getting my car worked on. I remember writing down the name of the place on a piece of paper. It was “AAMCO” I think, but then it ended up changing to “MACCO” or something like that. Don’t remember anything else about it, though.

That possessed house dream was just... WOW!
That was an amazing and creepy one. You always have such powerful dreams.
I'd been thinking of trying the Calea and B6 combo but after reading that dream I think I'll hold off on that until I develop more LD control.
Congrats on the lucid and here's to godlike control in the next...

Originally Posted by Vex

That possessed house dream was just... WOW!
That was an amazing and creepy one. You always have such powerful dreams.
I'd been thinking of trying the Calea and B6 combo but after reading that dream I think I'll hold off on that until I develop more LD control.
Congrats on the lucid and here's to godlike control in the next...
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Thanks!
Same to you.

And Yeah, I always seem to have extremely intense dreams on Calea and B6, together, and usually a hard time getting out of them. But hey, all in the name of Adventure, right?
Whenever you decide to try it, just know what you're getting yourself into. Hahaha.

10/13/2006

Caught a huge fish behind T's house. It was a flounder or something like that, but ridiculously big.
People sleeping over at my house in Canturbury. Was gonna sleep w/ some chick in my folks' old room, but mom came home and kicked us out.

10/14/2006

Great sex.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Great sex.
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details?




Thanks for peeking in at my journal earlier. Would have responded earlier but been having comp problems. Ghosts are popping up more frequently in my dreams. And basketball. Put the two together and what does it mean? Damned it I know.

Originally Posted by Vex

details?

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Haha. Unfortunately I don't remember much of the details. Only that it lasted forever, it was with some chick I've never met, in a house I've never been in, and I woke up damn-near hyperventilating. Lol. That's about all I got.
And yeah, I enjoy your journal. Not only do you dream a lot, but you've got some pretty interesting ones in there.

Now, you think trying to figure out your Ghosts/Basketball dream is hard. Check this one out:


10/17/2006
“Death Becomes....Us?”

Had the most disturbing, non-nightmarish dream that I’ve had in a long time. I had some B-6, though, so I have that to blame and don’t think I have to worry too much about seeking counseling.
Hahaha.
Anyway, I’d been watching Heroes, last night, and I’m sure that had a lot to do with this one.

I was back in G’s (my ex) old house, in Canterbury, we were still a couple, and we were having an argument. Can’t remember what it was about. (We'd had a minor arguement over the phone, yesterday. Might have caused this.) Anyway, the fight kept getting more and intense until, at one point, pissed as she was, G grabbed one of my swords from the closet and started coming after me with it. I circled back around to the closet and grabbed another one, to defend myself with. Now, what we both knew about each other, for some reason, was that neither of us could die. Anything that happened to us would simply regenerate, so tearing each other to shreds would simply be a way of us expressing our anger because neither of us would die. Soooo, we started going at it in the bedroom and damn, she could actually fight!
There was one point where I jumped up on the bed and slashed at her. She rolled under the bed and stabbed up through the mattresses. I tried to jump and avoid it but she stabbed me in my inner thigh, just missing my crotch. As I ran across the bed she stabbed up a few more times, just missing my legs. I jumped off the bed and she rolled out from under it and we started fighting in close, again. She was blocking a lot of my swings and I was dodging most of hers. If I remember correctly, she got in a straight-on stab and impaled me through my chest. Still able to fight, though, I finally caught her down low, cutting into her leg and taking her to her knees. Before she could get up again I kicked her over to the floor. Then I swiped down with my katana and decapitated her. I even remember that her head didn’t come off in the first swipe – only halfway – and I had to swing again to get it to come clean off. (Don’t worry…I’m about as disturbed at that part as you are. ) I did notice there was no blood when I did that, though.
So anyway….obviously I won?
I put down the sword and waited for her to revive herself. (I got the feeling this was a normal way of settling and argument between us, like it probably would be, in domestic disputes between two immortals. Lol.) I was just going to sit there and wait so we could settle things down and continue to talk without mutilating each other again, but there was suddenly a knock at the door. I looked out the sliding glass door (from where you could see who’s at the front door) and noticed a bunch of our friends had come over to hang out. The blinds to our room were open and all anyone had to do was look over in that direction and see a bloody room, a decapitated G, and me with a hole through my chest.
So, I did the only thing I could do with such limited time – I dropped to the floor and played dead. (Lol) Eventually, people looked in and saw us both dead. A huge ruckus started outside and the cops ended up showing up. For the most part, everybody seemed to be just examining the scene through the sliding glass door and I was thinking to myself “Damn you people. Don’t come inside. Don’t come inside. Just go away.”
Sooner or later, most everyone had left. There was just one cop left and he finally ended up coming in through the sliding glass door. As I was lying there on the ground, I knew he would have to get all up-close and personal, and he’d end up finding out that I (we) was still alive. So, I jumped up and started talking to him, which of course, freaked him the fuck out. He got all jumpy and drew his gun on me and was like “what the hell is THIS?! Get on the ground!” etc. So I’m like “Look man, just calm down. We’re both alright.” He’s says something like “ALRIGHT?!! Look at her!!” He pointed to the headless G.
I’m like “She’s fine. Trust me. She’s not dead.”
Just as I said that, G’s head rolls slightly to face us and she makes some smart-ass comment to the cop, but I don’t remember what it was. (I wish I could though, because it was Perfect. Haha.)
She puts her head back onto her shoulders and stands up, the wound sealing itself instantly. Obviously pissed off at having “lost,” she walks over to the wall with her bloody sword in hand and writes something on the wall in my blood. I can’t remember what the hell that was either, though. I think it had something to do with declaring me the winner of that particular little “spat” or something.
So the cop, of course, is just about shitting himself at all of this and it gets me to thinking about how all of this was happening. The ‘power’ we had to regenerate reminded me of something, and I started questioning what it was. The show Heroes popped into my mind, but I still couldn’t make the connection. (Remember; I was watching Heroes before bed, last night.)
I began to draw the conclusion that G and I were a team, as well as a couple, and had just gotten into a…umm….domestic dispute? I “realized” that there were many people that had various types of ‘powers’ and, of course, that there was a some villain, somewhere, lurking around. (Hahaha. Funny how logic can, essentially, still work in dreams, even though the logic is completely based on fantasy. Lol.)
But, before I even put too much thought into there being a villain in this scenario, a black hooded figure appeared in the room with us in a swirl of black mist. He was an older man with a pale face. Looked like a dark wizard or something. He began coming toward me with his hands held low in front of him, as if making some sort of symbol with his fingers. He flicked his fingers toward me and sprayed these tiny pieces of, what felt like, metal at me – shards so fine that it was like he was throwing black powder at me, though I could feel them biting into my skin. As he came closer I ran up and grabbed him, slamming him up against the mirrored closet door and holding him by his collar. I had the feeling this guy didn’t know that G and I were invulnerable and so I got cocky with him. I said something like “You’re going to have to do better than that.” He was like, “Oh, I am. As we speak, those little shards are spreading out around your head. They’re getting in your eyes, causing progressive, irreparable damage.”
This clown had absolutely no idea that we were invulnerable.
I could feel them spreading though, and my vision was getting blurry. It was annoying but obviously nothing to worry too much about. Holding the guy at bay with one hand, I told G, who was standing by watching, to hand me a towel from the bathroom right beside our closet. (the cop was cowering in the nearby bathroom, btw, if I remember correctly. Haha) She gave it to me and I wiped my face, getting some of the blur in my eyes to clear up. Then I told G, to grab one of the daggers from the closet. She reached in and handed me a dagger and I just straight-up shoved it into this guy’s face – into his left eye, specifically. I actually pushed it in so far that the dagger disappeared completely into his head, hilt and all, with the intention of having it rattle around inside, “causing progressive, irreparable damage,” to use the villain’s own terms.
I started mocking him, pointing and yelling “Ooh, it’s in your eye! It’s in your eye!” making fun of his pathetic use of throwing shards of tiny spreading metal into my eyes to try to defeat me after the, much more vicious, swordfight that G and I just endured. I actually can't remember if he died or ended up escaping, somehow. Hmm.
Anywya, that’s about all I remember before waking up.

Needless to say, I woke up with a huge sense of “....What the Fuck??!”

Why does B6 make my dreams so…….well….like this? Just straight up weird, usually violent, as well as intense and vivid. I like experimenting with it because the intensity and vividness is often a good thing, but lately they’ve been kinda…..out there.

maby it makes you lose your inabititions, making the dream a place where your mind truly can play without restrant.

the hounted house dream is creepy enough

Originally Posted by Keeper

maby it makes you lose your inabititions, making the dream a place where your mind truly can play without restrant.
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Oh I definitely believe that. But, even so, I wonder why it twists the content so violently, so often. Every now and then, I’ll just have an intense, enjoyable action dream off of B6, but usually it’s: “Ok, you’re going to dream about some really fucked up shit. Strap in.” Hahaha.
Weird.

Originally Posted by Keeper

the hounted house dream is creepy enough
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Hell yeah it was. I’m working on a picture of that final hallway, in Blender, but I just gotta find out a way to do the damn tentacles…..hmm….

Every time I read one of your dreams it seems like some kind of horror/action film .

Originally Posted by NeAvO

Every time I read one of your dreams it seems like some kind of horror/action film .
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Hahaha. I know, right?
Well, it's no secret that I'm an action junkie.

.....could do without all the horror shit, though.

I never ever leave your dream journal disappointed. You should add a disclaimor to your action dreams that reads, "Shutup, sit down and strap in...you're in for a hell of a ride"

Liked the end of the end of Death Becomes Us, how you dealt with that guy who attacked you. It's always great to have the last laugh against an enemy in a dream. You have such amazing dreams. B6 only makes me have more dreams... more boring and pointless dreams.

Though that 'Made to Laugh' dream I had was slightly amusing. And yes, Jordan was the name of that boy in that particular Batman TAS episode. I remember that because I happened to watch it recently with a kid named Jordan. I can't remember the cartoon Jordan's last name though. If only Id become lucid in that dream I'd have been able to kick some evil ass too. Why do you get all the good dreams?

Originally Posted by Vex

I never ever leave your dream journal disappointed. You should add a disclaimor to your action dreams that reads, "Shutup, sit down and strap in...you're in for a hell of a ride"

Liked the end of the end of Death Becomes Us, how you dealt with that guy who attacked you. It's always great to have the last laugh against an enemy in a dream. You have such amazing dreams. B6 only makes me have more dreams... more boring and pointless dreams.

Though that 'Made to Laugh' dream I had was slightly amusing. And yes, Jordan was the name of that boy in that particular Batman TAS episode. I remember that because I happened to watch it recently with a kid named Jordan. I can't remember the cartoon Jordan's last name though. If only Id become lucid in that dream I'd have been able to kick some evil ass too. Why do you get all the good dreams?
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Hahaha @ the Disclaimer.

Honestly I don't know why my dreams are they way they are. (I'm damn sure not complaining, though. ) My head is usually in the clouds when I'm awake, though, and most of my imagination has to do with action sequences, martial arts, gunplay, stuff like that (which is why a lot of my artwork has to do with the same kinda subject matter) I've got a few years of text-based action RP under my belt too, so I'm sure that helps.
I've just always been that way, since I was a kid, so I guess I've just got a lot of fuel for the fire. Heh. A large part of my brain is just one big, fucked-up anime movie-turned motion picture-turned videogame console. LOL.

10/19/2006
”Thin Ice”

Can hardly remember this one at all. I really need to change my habits so I can get more sleep. I think it’s starting to take a heavy toll on my recall. (but knowing me, that’s easier said than done. )
It started off in a restaurant, with a bunch of my friends. There was a girl there that I was talking to and we got into flirting a lot. It was late at night and we were all wasted. (This was a sort of sports bar/restaurant place.)
I remember that at some point, the girl I was talking to and I got up to get some more hot wings, and we discovered they were all out. In fact, everything they had was running out of supply really quick. Throughout the crowd, people started talking about ditching this place and going to another bar/restaurant. Damn near everyone just filed out of the place and before I knew it, we were at another one.
Now, this is where things get really hazy and I can hardly remember a damn thing. I do remember calling Todd’s cell because he didn’t show up at this new bar. Through the confusion of everyone leaving, somehow a group of my friends got left behind even though I thought they had come with us.
Flash forward:
SOMETHING “supernatural” happened in this new bar/restaurant. Damnit I wish I could remember what it was. The only concept that I seem to be clinging onto is finding out that there were aliens in this bar. I think I discovered one of them hiding in a dark game room area. But that’s a stretch. I don’t know. It’s all so hazy.
Anyway, what I Do remember, is that, by the end of the dream, we all had to evacuate the building and, as we went outside, I saw that the building was surrounded by nothing but ice and snow-covered mountains. It was as if this bar was built on a frozen lake in the dead center of the Antarctic, with absolutely nothing around for miles. The reason we had to evacuate was because the ice beneath it was cracking (which I think had something to do with the aliens). The entire building was sinking into this (completely Amazing-looking) spectacle of the frozen lake cracking and breaking and buckling beneath it.
The girl I was with was freaking out because we were standing on this huge, deteriorating lake of ice and the cracks didn’t seem to stop. It was as if the lake was going to continue to crack until it swallowed us all, as there would be no way to outrun it, on the ice.
I was calm, however. And I didn’t think about the reason why I was so calm until she asked me why I wasn’t worried about what was happening. And, even though I answered her knowingly, it was like the realization came to me at the exact same time.
I replied, ”Because I’m dreaming.”
Finally lucid, I couldn’t help but stand there and watch the incredible sight of the ice completely swallowing this entire building as the crater continued to grow and spider-web out in our direction. Before the cracks got under our feet (I don’t remember whether I grabbed her hand or not) I bent my knees and then took off into the air, finished with this scenario and flying off to get into something else.

Didn’t get very far before I woke up, though.

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10/26/2006

Diving Octopi
Swimming with T. Octopi kept following. Got to stairs, one wrapped round my like others following. Hurt like Hell.

John Mark Karr.

Canterbury. Cierra. Don’t know how JMK got there. Was getting ready for work. He was outside, I think talking to Cierra. I’m pretty sure I had been watching the news and he was on the run, still for the murder of Jonbenet. I grabbed him. Took him to Joe/Carmen’s. Joe, Jodi and Carmen were there. They had the news on also. As soon as Joe figured out who it was, he got his gun. I told him not to kill him. Jodi got in a few good punches on him.
Something was given to me. A piece of wood. Had a Lot of splinters in it. Some of them got in my hand.
JMK escaped while I was trying to get the splinters out.
Ran for a while but I caught up. Roughed him up a bit in front of some house with a bunch of roughnecks were partying. Asked if someone had handcuffs. Needed someone to watch him while I called the cops. Ended up having him for hours. Everyone else (but me) was starting to buddy up to him. He was cuffed to the furniture. They were even passing the bowl around to him.
I sat down next to him and we actually started having conversation. He was acting really cooperative. But I was suspecting he was trying to get out of the cuffs whenever there were no eyes on him.
After a while, everyone else had gotten Too friendly with him. Let him out of the cuffs. Sooner or later he was on the run again.
Night time. Caught up to him but he seemed to have taken on the body of Mark. Jumped in a small pond and ran to the other side. I ran around it screaming “stop that guy!” no on did. Passed a nail gun, fired a few shots into him, was able to slow him down enough to catch up.
Took him to jail. Next morning.Spoke w/ sherrif. Pissed because he was being a politician instead of taking interest.. Waiting room w/ other fathers. Had to send Cierra out. Room filling out paperwork. “Time is on my side”
Got Cierra, something was wrong with her.
Driving. JMK had escaped in a van. Crashed in front of us, surrounded by front and back. He was in another body.
Took him back to jail. Escaped again as Jim. Started to realize I was dreaming, started to put my hand through window. Couldn’t. Waiting, smiling. Made crash happen again.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

If it didn't sound completely idiotic, being that I'm on the internet, hundreds of miles from you, I'd ask you for one, because they look damn good.
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Here you go then.