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'Chuzzy.', said a voice. Being the light sleep I have been getting recently, my eyes snapped open. Who said that? I sleep alone in my bedroom, and wasn't my family supposed to be in Dubai? Then..?
'Chuzzy.'
My eyes dart wildly in search of the owner of that voice. While that word may sound funny, the dry raspy voice that said it most definitely was not. I noticed something. I couldn't move. Sleep paralysis? WHAT THE FU--
BOOM.
The door to my room gets ripped apart. Who's there?
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No one.
I get that 'feeling' that someone's in the room. Not necessarily human.
Something dawns upon me.
I MUST BE DRUNK! YEAH! That's gotta be it! (Mind you the total alcohol consumption in my entire life will amount to no more than 5 sips.) Man, one hellova party last night. Haha, he smacked his head good. With that thought, I fall peacefully back to sleep, kicking myself when I woke up.



**Sorry for the quality and content, but, I need sometime to get back into the form I used to be in.

I was in my bed. Everything was fuzzy and disoriented. For a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there. Heck, I couldn't even remember who I was. After a while, things began to make sense. Of course. I looked around. My wall had a pale purple color, unlike the black coloring I had recently done in my room. On the computer table, I saw a rickety old VCR and an iPhone 4G. On the wall in front of me, Da Vinci's 'The Last Supper' was hanging. Finding that a bit odd, I decided to do an RC. I looked at my hands. Perfectly normal.
Deciding that I was, in fact, awake, I got out of my bed. I looked at the clock. 99 hours and O_O minutes. No kidding. I continued along the room, noticing that my beloved tiles were replaced by a carpet that was more like those metal sponges used to clean persistent dried stains on kitchen ware. I opened the door. There was nothing in front of me! Thinking the lights in the corridor must be turned off, I continued. As soon as I stepped in through the veil of darkness that hung just beyond that door, I felt a huge jerk on my bod and a sensation of falling through a long tunnel. I couldn't see anything, and my bod seemed to be spinning at a phenomenal speed. "Portals! Shit!", I thought, as I figured out what was happening.
I slowed down to a stop, landing flat on some grass covered area. It smelled horribly like dead bodies in here. I stood up, and cleaned myself off. Rough ride, I thought. Looking up at the sky, I saw a moonless night. Again.
"Damn, I should make night and dark my dream signs!"
Wait. What? Dream signs? I looked at my hands again. There were no hands! I looked away, and looked again. This time, there was no second finger on my right hand.
I turned lucid. Way to go max, I said to myself, now you need two RCs and things screaming at your face to realize it's a dream. The clarity was good, and the dream was stable. Still, I was taking no chances. While rubbing my hands and activating all my senses, I concentrated on the environment. All around there were huge patches of grass, each blade a foot high. I lone tree stood in the background, leafless, lifeless. I started towards that tree. It was huge, now that I came close. Touching it's bark, I could feel each and every cut in it's bark. So much detail, that I was surprised myself. I did forget some details later on due to an abrupt waking, but I still remember a lot.
I circled around the tree, to look what was behind it, and saw this:



Pennhurst Insane Asylum. I had seen a documentary about it recently. That had GOT to be it. A chilly breeze swept by hair back as I realized that I was in for a lucid nightmare. Smiling, I walked towards it.
I reached the front gate. An ominous feeling seemed to take over me. For a second, I considered turning back and fly to somewhere. But I was not the type to run away. I had visited three supposedly 'haunted' buildings in my city, and spent a night there each with three of my friends, and plus I spent a night in a place that WAS haunted. *shivers* bad experience. After all that, this little lucid nightmare won't frighten me. Or, so I thought.
BOOM! The gate banged open, almost as if it had read my mind and was challenging me to dare to step inside. As I stood there just inches away, I saw it. A dead body, lying there on the ground. One of it's eyes was ling on it's cheek. It's body was badly mutilated. It's left leg stuck out at an odd angle, as if it was twisted by a huge force.
Sheer horror came over me as I saw it was moving. No, it wasn't just moving, it was standing up! I screamed, but no sound came out. The figure limped towards me. It's left leg's ankle bone, (or whatever you call it, I was never good at Biology. ) was sticking out, and as he walked, that bone dragged across the wooden floor, making a horrifying and disgusting scraping sound. I tried to run away. The door was still open. Good. Time to RUN!
I ran at top speed towards the door. It didn't suddenly close or something else didn't pop out. It seemed like I would get out. I reached the door and.....BANG! I struck an invisible barrier, that seemed to be made out of wood. At that very moment, everything changed, as if I was viewing it all through a negative filter. Now I saw the real door, which was closed. As I started to get up, the creepy siren sound from Silent Hill started to ring around the asylum.



I knew what was going to happen before it did. And it wasn't good.
At that instant, the walls around me started to disintegrate into flakes. Now, just like in the movie, I could see the real walls underneath. Something grabbed me from behind. I spun around. It was........this.



I screamed in horror. She grabbed me b the waist, and started, weirdly enough, tonguing my neck. Something was wrong. She was holding me way too tightly. It hurt. The pain grew and grew, until I could bear it no longer. The pain changed into a sort of vibration. I KNOW that vibration ~ I was going to wake up. Grabbing on to a wall to stay in the dream, I managed to shake her off. The vibration didn't stop, and surely enough, I woke up. Drenched in sweat.

I was at some kind of old shopping mall. It was made up of old red bricks, with a strange gooey substance used as cement. I looked up to the sky, and saw a moonless night. That pitch black sky that seems to swallow your being. Feeling a shiver of anticipation, I moved in through the vast, (I mean really vast) gates that had rusted iron bars in them. I could see the rust flying in little flakes due to the breeze and moving around, as the dust moves around in Lion King.
Thinking something along the lines of, "I am wasting my dream time.", I proceeded, still blissfully non-lucid. The dream was highly detailed, perhaps my most detailed dream yet. I remember noticing each and every little detail as I walked. The crunches of the dried leaves beneath my feet, the smell of the damp air, and the feel of each and every rock as I stepped on it. It was so clear, that for a moment I truly believed it to be real life, for such detail couldn't exist in a dream.
I saw many shops on my left and right, as I walked through that boulevard. Most of them were closed, and the ones that were open were more like houses, or even inns. I went inside a shop, noticing the sign that was suspended above it's door rocking back and forth due to the wind. I entered inside, and the whole atmosphere changed. It was like stepping from a freezing blizzard into a cozy, well-heated room. Technically, it WAS just that. I could see people roaming about here and there, all in red and white Santa Claus suits that made them look goofy. The were all good natured. No one minded me, nor did anyone ignore me. They politely welcome me in and directed me towards a room.
I sense of romance overcame me as I entered the room and saw, to my surprise, an exquisitely beautiful young lady sitting there on the window, which was wide open. The moon hung in the sky like a compliment to her beauty. She was dressed an a lavish cocktail dress, also of red color, exposing and hiding just the right amount of skin to make one go oblivious just looking at the wearer.
Something else caught my attention. Her eyes. She had the most striking eyes I had every seen. And yet, they were brimming with tears, tears that were never quite let loose, but sat there on her lower eye lid as if they were unsure to fall or not. The eyes reflected sadness as I had never seen before.
As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. It was almost as if she had been waiting for me all this time. Pushing aside that thought, I began to ask for her name, but found myself deprived of speech as her lips made contact with mine, and was locked in a tight embrace. I stood there in an eerily real non-reality, immersed in this moment of emotion. For how long we kissed, I do not know. It could have been a second, minute, or even an hour. It was just me and her, and the silent moon smiling at the re-union.
BOOM! The whole house, which was now a mansion, shook with a great force. A missile had just hit the far side of the mansion. Breaking apart quickly, I grabbed the lady and half-carried, half-pushed her towards the door. I heard a faint hissing noise nearby, and saw another missile, like a deadly firework, homing towards me. In that split second, I knew I would survive no longer. Pushing the girl out of harm's way, for all good it could do, I attempted to run away myself. No good.
BOOM! Another blast, much louder and fiercer that the first, shook the ground. Tiny balls of metal came shooting towards me, and tore my body apart. The pain was unimaginable. I could literally see those little balls of metal coming towards me in slow motion, and hit me. As I lay there half-dead, I saw a mysterious box lying not far from me. Somehow, I knew that it was supposed to be lit on fire, which would transport me to a safe place. Not having the strength to get up and look around for a match, I tried pyrokinesis. I imagined my fury flowing from my hands towards that little stone box, and heating it up. With a huge effort, I finally managed to give it enough energy to light up on it's own.
Oh shit, I thought. It was a trap! From a third-person view, I saw that box explode in the biggest explosion yet, and create a big ball of flames rise up high. I saw my own body fly around with the force of the bomb. I was back to first-person again. As I was flung around, about to meet my death, I thought about how unfortunate it was, 'How sad it is if a flower doesn't bloom?'. Those were the words that came to my mind.
As the pain became unbearable, I woke up.




Sorry for the late updates, readers. It was a difficult period I went through, a lot of ups and downs. Nevertheless, I am here now, and shall keep updating my DJ. Note, as I didn't get much time to spend on my LDing skills, my lucids are low on count these days. I will still share the non-lucids, though. ^_^

Also, should I add more pictures to the dream journal entries. Personally, I think the details I remember should be good enough to create a whole environment in your mind. That is the art of the writer. What do you guys think?

The same night, I tried to DEILD, after I woke up from my previous lucid. Without moving, I tried to go back to the dream. I was successful. It was the same scenario, but there were no people around. The mountain of marbles was still there. I looked desperately around for a horse, not thinking to stabilize the dream. There was none. Racking my brains, I got an idea.
I picked up the rainbow marble, and waved it in an arc. It left a very cheesy rainbow colored trail behind it, making a, well, rainbow. I thought, 'Man, this is the most corny dream I ever had.' My mind usually associates rainbow with unicorns, and then, I saw a white horse coming out of the arc. It was sparkling, and pure white. While some may be overjoyed at the sight, the only thing that came to my mind was, 'Gay.'
The white horse came towards me. It was a horse, not a unicorn. But I was not out of ideas. I summoned an ice cream cone, and then slapped the whole thing on the horse's head. The coffee flavored ice cream acted as bonding glue, and the biscuit cone was stuck to the poor animal's head. I looked away, expecting a horn to be there when I looked back. Success. There was a horn all right, but it still resembled the ice cream cone. Oh well, at least it qualifies as a unicorn. I clambered on t it's back. It did not resist at all, but acted very good. I suddenly felt bad to have stuck the ice cream cone to it's head, but hey, it's just a dream. And he looked happy with his new horn. Suddenly, white feather wings sprouted from it's sides, and it took flight.
I was flying for a long time. I noticed that someone was riding along with me, grabbing my waist. I looked back, and then got a huge shock. It was Leona!
She was smiling, evilly at that. "Miss me?", she said. I felt like a murderer who had killed someone and now was being haunted by it's ghost. "Yeah.", I said. It felt good to see her again. I woke up again, out of excitement. AGAIN. :/

I went to a hospital. I had some slight fever, and was forced to go get it checked by my family. I was on the second floor of the hospital, which was a waiting room. Out of complete boredom, I took the elevator to the ground floor. It turned out to be a small room, with a very narrow door as an exit. There were tables arranged neatly at the corners of the room. The tables each had a desktop computer, some blank papers, and a printer. There was a lady sitting behind each desk. I went to one, and saw that a Japanese lady, perhaps in her early thirties, was sitting there. I asked her, "Where can I get the insurance, ma'am?" She didn't reply, but continued to gaze upon me in a weird way. She suddenly got up. Alarmed, I headed for the exit, thinking that she was dangerous. That was not the case, however. She started following me. Then it struck me. She was hitting on me!
I relaxed. It was nothing dangerous. At least not in the normal sense. I walked a little more, then another realization dawned upon me. I was not the one she was chasing, it was the guy walking beside me! He was, I admit, very good looking. I thought, 'Geez. But....I thought I looked pretty good...' This lay very heavily upon me. I was very sad that the lady had picked the other guy, and not me.
Fuck this, I thought. I started to head out, but then the Japanese attendant suddenly came up in front of both of us. She got close to the other guy, who looked remarkably like Edward from Twilight. She said, in a peculiar Philippine accent, 'Oooh, sir! You are very kinky!' I was sipping juice, and I laughed so hard that I spilled it all over me. I was still grinning. She cast me an annoyed look, then continued, "But I can be very kinky, too." Then, she turned, so her back was facing us. She then slapped her rather edgy butt with a sharp, slap! sound. Okay, now THAT was weird. This couldn't possibly be real.
I turn lucid. What a weird way to turn lucid, I think. Oh well. I rubbed my hands, not wanting to waste my first LD after a long time. The dream was quite vivid, and I had good control. I stabilized the environment. Wait, wasn't there something I had to do? As I stood there thinking, the woman in ninja's avatar came towards me. Seeing her, I remembered that I had to do the Task of the Month! I thank her, then look here and there for something that had each of the primary colors in it. What THE hell?! Everything was black and white. Not a single color.
Annoyed, I visualize a bag of marbles. Colored marbles. I close my eyes, still visualizing it, and when I open them, there is not just a bag of marbles, but a whole truck load of them. There were all colors. I picked up a red, blue, and yellow marble. That struck me odd, I had to pick green! No matter, I picked up a green marble. Now, I had all the primary colored marbles in my hand. I turned semi lucid for a moment here, looking with extreme curiosity at the marbles. Then I snapped back to the dream. Since the instructions for the basic task weren't very clear, I picked up a rainbow colored marble as well. The thing had all the colors in it, but I singled out blue, red, and green. Now the basic task was completed, at least.
On to the advanced. Perhaps out of excitement, I woke up. Bummer.