callum202

Date: 31/08/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 4/10

-I was in some kind of generic area, and I was the apprentice of Durzo Blint, legendary assassin from the 'Night Angel' trilogy. A female character (possibly another character from the books) attacked me, and I had to defend myself. At first it seemed hopeless, as she was a tough fighter, but then I remembered/realised that I was Durzo's apprentice and therefore extremely well-trained. I fought back better then, however still suffered some deep cuts in my hands. Someone else intervened and decapitated the aggressing female.
It was cool to be fighting in a dream, and I noticed that I felt no pain, more of a shock when my hands were cut.
-I'm in the wings of a hall, where a presentation is underway. With me was a man who seemed to be a school principal/general authority figure, and he was using his finger to scrape a greasy resin off of a radiator and sniffing it desperately, like an alcoholic scouring the dregs of his long-gone drink.
I don't know what to make of this fragment, quite bizarre, really.
-I'm at a school similar to a school where I go to take certain classes. I'm either with, or am watching some people, as they greet another boy whom I recognise as some kind of acquaintance, e.g. from my soccer team or something along those lines. He is tallish, pale, with white blond curly hair. His name was mentioned but I can't remember it.
Nothing too interesting here, although worth mentioning in that I had previously seen someone similar to that description in real life, walking down the street.
-I'm on a baseball pitch, on the fielding team. The people playing are mostly random, but some I recognised from my soccer team, including the coach's assistant, who was a coach in the dream. Not knowing much about how to field in baseball, I take whatever position seems empty - to the right of the shortstop. However, my team-mates tell me to go and stand in left outfield, near 3rd base and I do so. A fairly average game of baseball ensues, except that the ball is a large, unwieldy, misshapen hunk of leather.
Baseball, fuelled by the lack of baseball know-how only an Australian could have...
-I'm lucid, however my surroundings are very unclear and are comprised of dark, multi-coloured, fuzzy shapes. I attempt to clear up the dream, saying things along the lines of 'Clearer!', and it works slightly, increasing the 'resolution' of the shapes so that they are well-defined, but the surroundings remain just as nonsensical. In my frustration, the dream dissolves.
This one annoyed me, but interestingly enough, it was a well-performed WILD, which I'd never done before. Just lying there and descending into the dream while maintaining my awareness. If anything, this gives me hope for repeated instances.