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03.08.2011

Invading The Alien Structure (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the same hallway from my previous dream -- except this time I knew it was inside the skitter structure. (These are the big buildings over cities from Falling Skies.)







I turned around the corner and was with Hal & Tom Mason. (Drew Roy and Noah Wyle)











We all had G36C guns with iron sights. We ran down an empty hallway only to hear a skitter.

It was shot in the head once and killed. Around the corner was a garry's mod general prop -- triangular prism this time. Some knights on horses came running down the hallway and Hal curled into a ball to fit inside this prop -- as it was no-collided (visible but passable, like jumping inside a pool of paint.)

They left and he continued forward -- as did I. THey came back and I jumped into this prop. They were on white horses and reared them directly over the prop. However, they never came crashing down on me, and instead turned and ran off. I got out and saw no sign of them.

Dream fades.

02.08.2011

rp_downtown yellow warehouse (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yet another dream about rp_downtown from Garry's Mod.

I was inside the yellow warehouse. I built a 2nd story out of general props and ahd shelves and covers which opened by a keypad. The storage room inside was mirrored on the other side as well, and there was a trap door next to the one on the side it shouldn't be.

Metro police came and were searching for printers. "You don't have a warrant," and they left.

People tried to raid through the back entrance and I was shooting them up with an m3 shotgun.

I jumped over the super admin's head and shot him. He died. Another person came and killed me.

02.08.2011

Bundle of Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was engaged in an m3 shotgun fight with somebody. I killed them and another person came up. I jumped over them and shot them in the head.

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Jordan Mencel decided to take off from his regular music and was singing a concert. He sounded absolutely terrible. He was autotuned, but it was like... 15 cents flat every time. It sounded very raspy.

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Metro Police from HL2 came into my house to search for money printers.
"You can't prove that. You need a warrant. They looked pretty intimidating, but I wasn't giving in one bit.
"You need a warrant. You can't prove I have anything."







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cut mp3. Those two words say it all really. Nothing to explain here. Cutting mp3s in FL Studio 9 or 10.

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I was in my old theatre teacher's class. We were in the auditorium doing something for a play.

No clue what she failed/should have passed.. All I know is what I was thinking.
A girl failed and was crying hysterically. She couldn't understand it either. (neither could I, she should have passed with flying colors). The teacher said "appreciate your the talents you have and quit crying over this."

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Another girl from this same class was playing a rock concert. She was playing guitar. She wore a short pink dress, it was mega hot. Haha.

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I was in a minecraft world (though it wasn't cubed or 16x16 texture. It was like real life.

"I need some dirt blocks to finish this." I said.
The skidder looked at me, made a few futuristic noises, and said "over there." He was holding a minecraft block (or rather, sphere) of the globe.







I went over and grabbed this ball of dirt and carried it and continued building my dirt wall.

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28.07.2011

Meeting My Dream Guide (or not..) (Incubated Lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yet again a spontaneous lucid.

I was hiding behind a wall on the rooftops of a Middle-Eastern town. My gun was behind my back, pinned up against the wall. A terrorist sat down next to me, breathing heavily. He was looking the other direction running from some marines. There were marines on my side (to the right.. he was looking left), so I didn't want to make any noise and have this terrorist notice me. Drawing my gun would make noise, and I couldn't take him hand to hand. I was waiting for a marine to get him.


It was literally a bobblehead Obama figurine come to life.





His figure was extremely odd. His head was about three feet tall and a foot wide. His lips were huge, and his neck was about the diameter of a watter bottle's tip.

A marine sniper on a rooftop to my right took a shot. Once the bullet whizzed directly in front of my face I was experiencing everything in bullet-time. The shot him him directly in the neck.

The terrorists was suffocating and obviously in agony. Then he was shot in the neck once more -- this time his head came off.

I grabbed his knife and swung my gun into my hands. I jumped down off this roof to my right and went across multiple rooftops until reaching a ladder. As I was climbing up, I was shot at. I continued climbing again up a second ladder until I was with the marines.

We promptly got the hell out of there.


Once we got back to base, I changed out of my marine uniform, turn in my M4 and knife, and went straight to physical training (indoors.)

I was in the Air Force, which is why I had to turn in my uniform and weapons.

The general looked like Clint Eastwood. He worked us hard. A girl I know was in white lingerie spread out on the floor where we were doing push ups.








I kept telling her to go away. But no. She wouldn't.

The general came back from around the corner to make sure we were actually working and saw her. He used a Garry's Mod General Construction Prop as a wall and closed it in around our group. It packed us tighter together, and hurt because she was in the way and we couldn't touch the other wall -- we were being squished.

"Well well well... it's a little tight in here ain't it?" He gave her a death glare and she left rather quickly.

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I was inside a barn, lit by oil lanters.
A man took a hatchet and chopped another man directly down the center of his face. He then proceeded to eat the body.

I left and was in a culdesac at night. I saw a bunch of people I knew from Fayetteville walking the street. I turned toward a field and yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

I turned around. A big glass cup was floating behind me. It was about the size of my torso, but a bigger diameter. It had bright blue texting moving around it, as if a hologram were inside the glass.


I turned back around.


Again, I yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

Turned around only to find once more this cup.


I was quite surprised. In previous lucids my dream guide had always been Neytiri from Avatar. I've heard of animals and creatures being dream guides, but never anything like a glass cup. I'm not sure if this is my new DG or not.







This cup had a real interesting voice. A very smooth, seducing female voice, with a bit of futuristic reverberation to it.

I gave up and walked toward the field. It was apparently a Barbecue-Reunion for all my old classmates.

27.07.2011

Wasteland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old neighborhood from Fayetteville. For once, it actually showed it as it is -- post tornado.





(not from google images)

It was night time. There were still no street lights on the road pictured above. Some of them that were still up were broken on other streets, or slanted. Houses were messed up left and right.

I was riding my bike back from my ex's house to my old house to go get guns, because Rick and I had none (see previous DJ. Rick from Falling Skies),

At an intersection, a guy in a blue minivan came up and drove up to me, miraculously avoiding the overturned SUV. He pulled out a gun with his right hand while still in the driver's seat, casually showing it to me.




(not from google images)



I said, "Come on man.. you got a gun. You mean I can't even fight to attempt to get out?"
He laughed and said "hah.. yeah. Pretty fucked up ain't it?"
"Man this is bullshit." I replied. I dropped my bike and got in his van. He never noticed Rick.
"This place is a wasteland. The world's severely fucked." he said.

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I had gotten free of him by breaking the rope around my hands and killing his henchman with my fists. I ran back into my old house and grabbed the only pistol there and one hunting knife. I had one more I took from the cellar I was trapped in earlier. The pistol had seven bullets in the chamber. It was a Baretta.

I ran back to the ex's house. Her house was elevated by a stucco staircase, and another house was directly across from this staircase (as if the front doors were on the adjacent sides). Rick and I got to the top of the staircase and saw three kids and a man. I looked at Rick and we both tried to hug the wall and get out of view. All three kids saw us and I put my hands over my lips to say "shhhhh..."

They didn't speak, but as the staircase curved toward the door, the man saw me. He drew his weapon. I aimed down my sights and shot him in the lower stomach to my right. He slowly fell to the ground, and tried to shoot as he was going down. He aimed directly at me. I started strafing and jumping as if it were a video game, scared out of my mind. Rick stood there staring.

*click* *click* *click*

The man's pistol wasn't even loaded.

The children continued inside the house. I went over to the man's body and found 13 rounds, preloaded in 7 and 6-bullet magazines. I took the empty mag just in case.

21.07.2011

Raiding with Jake Bowen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with Misha "Bulb" Mansoor and Jake Bowen from the band periphery. We set up base in a little hole-in-the-wall store out of General Props from the Garry's Mod Spawn list and put two keypads on each side. We set up empty refirdgerator frames to use as shelves. Each person got two frames -- enough for 12 printers (four in regular shelves, one in freezer shelf, and one on top)















We grabbed SMGs from Half-Life and Jake and I left while Misha kept building and guarding in case of raiders.







We went raiding through the map of rp_downtown. In each base we didn't have to work much because most people had already bought money printers without building fortification, and in a couple more bases we used explosive charges on doors. In one apartment we had to kill four people who opposed us with guns. One was hung.






Couldn't have found a more perfect picture.

We came back with a couple money printers each.

This was a game of Garry's Mod. (AKA Half-Life sandbox game.)

20.07.2011

Sheldon Cooper Black Mesa (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Sheldon Cooper rampaging Black Mesa with TMP. From third floor catwalk staircase (rp_downtown yellow warehouse) was shooting as I managed to hit lockdown. Slipped out as door shut and was outside aperture. Mom and matt in car, listening to gospel and hit a dumpster from my apartment.







*I understand this is half-assed. I'm learning the new DJ system in cooperation with Banhurt's 2.6 and wrote it at midnight the night after. Also not much to elaborate on fifteen seconds of dream. I assure you it will become what my old Dream Journal was!