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    1. Potter, Spells and Defense

      by , 10-05-2011 at 01:06 PM
      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      05-10-11 No intentions, not even to get lucid, though maybe with a hint of wanting to remember dreams. Stoned.

      “Underground Potterish showdown”

      I am in a Harry Potter like universe. I am Harry to begin with I think, but then something happen something about an adventure and a person shifting into a black jaguar or similar.

      I then become one of the twin brothers I think and we are supposed to go to this theatre or school and scare up the evil kids who are voting capital V. Throughout the dream when I am this brother I recall comparing my wand with my brother's, which I believe is the elder wand. Or at least something stupidly powerful.

      Mine is.. quite the opposite. It s fairly long and thick, though it seems made of plastic or candy. It is made of all sorts of transparent coloured tubes that are wrapped around the main shape to give the wand in it's entirety a rather complex look. It is flexible as fuck though, which sort of surprise me. I remember thinking “I really like this wand” although I am not a wand guy. I even thought about that during the dream “I really don't like wands, but this one..” Anyways enough of me talking about how much I love my stick, and on to how I use it!

      We head to the theatre and walk through the doors. I can't recall if we have any problems walking in, but I don't think so. There is a wall immediately behind the doors and we walk around this and find another set of doors. I ward myself with a spell that will nullify the first 3 offensive spells that hit me, by drawing my wand in a half circle around me and saying something in a tongue I didn't knew I know. Though I remember not what I said the language sounded dark side, and it ends on a defensive word like “defendarius” “Repeltor” or maybe it was “reflector” (though this last word I used in a later dream and I might just be confusing myself). I only become aware of this 3-spell-limitation in function later on when I am battling the kids and I think to myself “Gee I wonder how many charges are left on my shield?”.

      So my brother and I slam open the doors and find a crowd turning their heads in surprise. I can sense that I am becoming angry and I start slinging out spells, though I think I am aware of not wanting to kill anyone, they need to be hurt enough to get scared. I seem to remember some sort of slicing spell that will cut them a bit, but not kill. We are walking down a centre isle and as we get to the bottom of this and are standing around the people I say something more in my dark side tongue and take off in flight to my left, which is also where I spot Voldemort. I am not particular afraid of him though he is looking at me, and this is also the time I check up on the status of my shield.

      The dream skips a bit though this might just be due to the violent battle that ensues. In any case I find myself outside the theatre and it was apparently located on this ledge. The surroundings have a dark feel to them, unnatural dark at that. Like it is a city underground, which would explain the fragmented memories of walking around underground/sewer tunnels.

      The feel is exactly like this:

      However imagine that the platform is naturally attached to the tunnel where the POV is, instead of the mechanical “arm” that is holding it up, and on the platform is the theatre in question. I am looking at the theatre from a distance up in the air and I can see the tunnel I am supposed to go to. The place is collapsing (further) into the ground.

      I hear my cousin's voice, she is asking me “Will he survive?” she is referring to my brother, who is not as close to leaving the theatre as I am. I see him jumping between the broken pieces of rubble and fly down and grab him and his dog (?) under my right arm and reply “Sure he is” in a cheeky voice, while I pull him into the tunnel, safe from the fall.

      “Powerless Christmas, Angels and Wizards”

      I am in my parents' house in Hornslet and it is Christmas time. I am looking for some paint I used to play with when younger painting role small figures. I need to get this paint to Pil, one of my friends who needs to paint a character for a role play he is playing at the minute. I might as well grab it while I am there, as I have bought a figure myself recently, in fact quite a large one that is supposed to depict “the queen of blades” combined with some sort of fallen angel.

      The figurine I am holding is separated into two pieces, which is bugering me a bit because I have to hold onto two pieces rather than one, which is just mentally demanding. At the same time I don't really want to attach the piece if it means it will be trickier to paint the figure.

      I am walking around thinking a bit about where I have left the paint, though I am somewhat positive that it will be in a box on the attic of the main building, though it is entirely possible that it is on the attic of the added apartment building.

      I walk into the guest room and I see the light flicker. I look a bit closer and it does it again. The light is fairly yellowish compared to how the light would normally look. It flickers again and this reminds me of that one Christmas where we didn't have power (never happened) and the scenery changes to being of the parking grounds of the church, heavily clouded and with light snow falling.


      I am now in a field with a bandit group or similar and we are out collecting wood. It is still Christmas time and the group has no power either, which is why we are collecting wood. I am the second in command and the leader is not there. I get the feeling I am somewhat stupid.

      We are trying to get the wood back to camp via an alternative route that involves tying up all the wood in a bundle and sending a small monkey across a puddle of water with it. However as the monkey is crossing the water the knots around the wood loosen and the wood ends up all over the ”shores” of this little puddle. I notice the monkey sitting across the puddle with an attitude that looks like he is giving up.

      I do a little speech to my men saying that the only reason we are out on this shitty day and the Christmas is bad is because we have no power. I rally my troops and point at a theatre all of a sudden standing in the same field. “There is power right there, and I am going to take it” I say. The theatre is in fact a nuclear power plant that has been shut down for unknown reasons.

      I walk to the door, which is one of those double swing doors and the door knobs have a red diode light in the middle of them. I kick the doors in, I think I have to do it twice, but I manage to get in. I feel a sense of aggression rising again. We are faced with a wall we have to walk around (a bit like the previous potter dream) and when we are around this wall I am faced with an angel in human form guarding the door. I throw a spell that will make me immune to angelic attacks and continue past the angel, without thinking more about her leaving her speech less.

      In the hall I see a wizard standing on my right hand side, I think it is the brother from the previous dream. He is about to react so I mumble something dark side again (this time the ending word is “...Reflector” which will make any spell he throw at me return in his face).

      I keep walking down the centre walkway towards a band playing down in the bottom of the hall. I know I can pick up the microphone stand telekinetically and this is the point where I think “hang on a minute..” Loads of people are panicking and trying to get out of the theatre/powerplant. Some are running past be back the way from which I came and others are running further into the building, maybe towards exits unknown to me.

      I put out my arms in a defensive, yet apologetic gesture and say “Whoah, whoah, whoah... Lucid... Lucid” in order to get the people to calm down and realise it is just a dream. It doesn't work. Then I see someone that doesn't look like a DC run past me and I grab him asking him if he is another dreamer, he say yes. I ask his name and he tells me it is “Shakira” which makes me suspicious and I say “Shakira, really!?” “Tjakira/Tchakira” he corrects me. His appearance has now changed from a blonde man with short cut hair to a man with long grey/black hair.

      I leave him and head back out again. I fly a bit after having thought about why I am walking about like a looser, but I decide to not fly that much any more anyways. Back towards the entrance I am faced with the wall I had to walk around to get in. I decide to fly against it and through it, but end up slamming right into it, though it happens really slowly and without pain.

      Someone behind me is laughing at my efforts of going through the wall, but I don't really care. I just drop down and walk around. as I am closer to the exit the dream starts fading. So I, quite aggressively, slam my hands out to either side and start feeling up the walls, which feels like tile, wet and cold as well as breathing through my nose. The air is equally cold.

      Slowly the dream comes back and someone, maybe one of the twins from Hornslet, is walking in the building. Outside the weather has changed quite dramatically. It is pissing down and windy as fuck. I feel how the rain is slamming against the side of my face, the cold strong wind making it really annoying.

      I think to the dream “Is this a way of telling me that the dream is really unstable?” and start throwing pathetic fireballs the size of shirt buttons to cookies into the sky. The way I throw fireballs is by charging them between my cupped hands at my chest. They don't even look that hot and the last one (think it is number 3) I can barely see. Now I can only see the rain.

      I wake up.

      Notes: I am starting to put up wards around myself, which I suppose is a good thing when it comes to dream travelling.
    2. Birds, Bands and (Foot)Balls

      by , 09-29-2011 at 10:07 AM
      29-09-11 Nothing really on the agenda.

      “Circumventing the gay rule by hooking up with an actual Bird”

      I am in this weird place filled with gay men and I am spending the night in the company of a bird. Not a girl, but an actual bird, reminds me a bit of the bird from “Up” and I find out that as long as I am walking around with that bird I won't have to take a male partner.

      It is night time and the dream takes place in a gay club, some paths outside the club surrounded by grass. There are loads of dressed up gay men around and they only leave me alone because I am walking around with this bird. I know that after a while I will have been around the bird long enough for the effect to be permanent.

      There is a slight skip and I am walking back towards our home, which is a mixture of a tent and a house. I have a balloon tied to my ass and it is inflated with helium so it is floating in the air behind me.

      When I get back home my dad wakes up, he first talks to my sister a bit solve a practical problem or two and then he starts talking to me. The bird appears and knocks on the door, you can see it through a window standing outside with a sign. I know that this is the last time I need to hang about with it for the gay men to leave me alone, so I go to open the door.

      My dad has a bit of a mental breakdown. He is complaining that the bird is destroying all our books, which it did do the night before and that it is a damaging influence. I can sense that what he is really afraid of is that I am turning gay and I frantically try and explain the situation to him, but he is hysterical. I am equally tense because I can feel my goal slipping right at that moment when I am so close to achieving what I wanted.

      “Football on the beach”

      I am playing football on the beach with a couple of friends. The goals look like hockey goals in that they are not taller than reaching my hip. Upon closer inspection I see that they are actually pretty long and run along a wall behind them. Think it is morning or early afternoon.

      There is all of a sudden a lot of people joining in and they are bringing the ball. It is every man for himself here, if you have the ball you dribble with it and shoot at goal. It is taking forever for us to start, think we are waiting for someone. I somehow get the feeling, maybe someone says it that it will take about 15 minutes before we can start.

      I run further down along the beach and another group of footballers are approaching. I notice they have a really worn down ball that could use some air. The guy with the ball sees me standing there and pass it to me and I find that remarkable. These guys are actually focusing on the team play and having fun.

      We can start straight away with this group, I think I tell that to someone who was with me. I play around a bit with a guy named Amir. We are practising passes that are to be headed into the goal, but none of us are that good at it. Amir makes lofty balls and I shoot too far. In the end he makes a low pass that I hit with the foot at the goal post so it heavily comes back towards me. Then we start heading back for the rest of the group.

      “Soo about the band”

      I am in a living room, not sure to whom it belongs, but I don't think I am at home, though I might be living there. Whatever. It is evening and there are a few of my old friends over. Krimi, Anders H and Mikkel N I think.

      We are watching TV and might be playing some sort of game. I proclaim that I intend to spend some of the cardboard money I have earned to go and buy a Banjo. So I go and get the Banjo, feeling quite pleased that I now own 3 different instruments. I go back in the living room to fetch the cardboard money, but I become scared that I might not have enough. I decide to just not tell anyone about it.

      I explain that my cousin is trying to buy a banjo so he can play Big Country on both bass and banjo. I think from the beginning I explain that he intends to play all the instruments, but then I have to concede that the oil drums might be difficult so maybe not all of them.

      I put on a video of Belá Fleck and the Flecktones on the telly. The video shows Victor playing bass, but I then become a bit annoyed, because I can only get visuals which is rather stupid when it is the music that is to be enjoyed.

      I walk around thinking about this feeling a flu coming up.

      We start talking about some of our old intentions of starting a band and how I was the one letting them all down. I explain that I actually have a bass now and that I have been practising and I can play a bit (a very limited bit).
    3. Destruction and growth intertwined

      by , 09-28-2011 at 09:19 PM
      28-09-11 Intending to get lucid and share a dream. Should find Mitzu and learn about portals.

      “Things are starting to grow”

      I am in a farm yard or similar walking into a little garage or annex style building. There is a very dark feel to the dream even outside the shed. The building is rugged and crude and could look like it is about to come down.

      Inside there are two rooms, one in complete darkness and one with windows high on either side. The floor is pretty much destroyed and there are plans of it to come up and be replaced. Jesper Å is teaching me how to grow these plants, by throwing seeds into the dark room. Inside the dark room the wooden floors are equally as rugged as in the room with light.

      The plants reminds me of chamomile in that they have loads of green sticks and branches, meaning they will form a sort of network when they grow to full size. I get a glimpse of how they will look superimposed on the scene itself all the way to the roof top with the white flowers in the top and all the green forming a massive network beneath.

      So I just throw in the seeds not even needing to cover them with dirt or anything. Then they need water so I pull out the hose and start spraying water in to the dark room. I do this from the other end of the room with the windows and all of a sudden get concerned because right next to the door into the room where the plants are there is an electrical device and I get afraid of getting shocked.

      “Tearing down eaves gutters”

      I am tearing down these gutters and there are wooden planks in them. There is a purpose for doing this that seems very Martin Luther King (ish) (can't really explain).

      I am doing it to give place to something new about my personality, creativity filled and innovative.

      At one point a nail sticking through one of the planks in the gutters pierce and cut through a part of my upper lip, though I don't recall pain.

      “Weird camping grounds”

      I am standing outside a tent attached to a trailer. I am there with my dad and it is dark. all of a sudden fireworks go off. I have a distinct feeling that there are 5 pieces going off. the first three goes off as they are supposed to do, but the last two on the ground around us.

      I just observe the fourth one as it goes off over to my left. However the last one I have to run behind a car, I think this car is the Mitsubitshi. Apparently the fireworks have been sabotaged by southern Iranian extremists.

      There is a minor skip or the scene flows over to show a prison cell, which isn't really a prison cell but rather a relative confined area with a 14 year old guard wearing a baret (spelling, one of those military hats) in the middle holding an AK 47 keeping the unarmed prisoners at bay.

      There is a narrator proclaiming that she has seen some pretty shocking images of him hitting the prisoners with the hilt of the gun. I get the feeling she is a reporter of some description.

      “You're moving into this shit?”

      Two girl friends of mine are moving back in together. The house isn't in Århus, but rather seems to be in Hornslet. The house is in a shitty state and some heavy reconstruction is required if they are to actually live there. I am helping them out doing this, though I take a rather sceptic attitude towards their decision of moving I there.

      I am trying to get upstairs, but they have already crammed the place full of so much stuff that I am having trouble getting upstairs.

      Upstairs we are trying to clear out a lot of garbage. Some of this garbage consist of some soft metal maybe led or something. The reason this is important is that Marie is trying to get this long piece of metal out of the window down into the garden where they will be making a pile of rubbish. I show that it is quite a lot easier folding up the metal and throwing it out.

      Looking out the window I can look down upon a rooftop window in the part of the house that doesn't have a second floor. We walk outside on the roof and continue. I dunno how but we end up on a wall having to jump back on to some plastic pipes to get back onto the roof and back in the building.

      I jump over but I slip and I try and cling on to these pipes, but am unable to do so. There is a brief moment when I am looking down in concern, but then I realise that the fall is far from dangerous so I just let go.

      We are now back in the building. There are a lot of people helping building and Ronja and Marie in particular just end up being in the way. This is particularly demonstrated while Ronja is walking along faffing with plastic as if she was putting up curtains over the walls. My dad is walking behind her looking annoyed as he always is when people are doing something in good faith, but eventually just ends up slowing him down.
    4. Day of the dead, Slaying Gods and Eating Worms

      by , 09-27-2011 at 04:34 PM
      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      27-09-11 Intentions: Chill out and meet up with Kaomea, perhaps find Mitzu and get her to explain how to do portals. Additionally I kept in mind to wake up and write down my dreams right after they occurred to see if my recall had gone completely, which proved a good strategy though I have to be careful due to quite the difficulties in falling back to sleep. An audio recorder has become a serious consideration to avoid light interference and shorten the time spent.

      “Turning off the lights on the night of the dead is a serious matter”

      I am in a house there is a kitchen and dining room adjacent to each other and there are loads of lights on. The lights are a combination of burning candles and electrical lighting. I am going around the house turning off these lights down stairs. Next to the dining room is a hallway that includes a flight of stairs going up. I know people are up there and I take a piece of candy and throw it out the door to get the attention from the people upstairs so I don't have to do all the work myself.

      A big, hispanic looking and well trained guy named Jesus appears in this hallway. I briefly wonder if he has come from upstairs or the outside, though I think I decide on the former. While I start talking to Jesus, I get struck with terror. I never really figure out if he is involved in my emotional state or not.

      I get sucked into a conversation that happens mentally. My interpretation of this conversation is a sheet of paper with blue pen written on it. As the conversation progress the the statements in each column, one for me and one for the other party change. I get the feeling I am speaking with two figures dressed in dark clothes and that they are either supernatural entities or involved in a cult worshipping such beings.

      The gist of the conversation is that it is the night of the dead and the veil between the world of spirit and the world of physics is thinnest. They are trying to intimidate me by I think proclaiming that they will claim my niece on her 4th year of living (7-9-13). However I am not going to sit idly by and let this happen. I think I wake up.

      Notes: When awake I get this sensation that I am not alone in the room, I am still stricken with terror, a bit like the nightmare I had a few nights ago. Though this time I go back to sleep with a defiant attitude and I reiterate my intentions, while still noting that on the nights where I intend to dreamwalk I get a similar terror affect.

      “Traffic planning leads to defeating a god”

      I am following people around in an environment similar to what I grew up in. I think I am following two people around who are taking me on a tour through their private roads while explaining that they are trying to comply with the government regulations for road safety, though they aren't happy about the government interference.

      The lighting would indicate a summer afternoon with high bright sun and the foliage still carries clear green. As we are walking around these roads I notice that already some destination signs have been put up, so work has already been carried out.

      We get to a point where there is a clearing in the plant life already and it looks like there is a wooden bench that has been cut out of a tree root. I proclaim that there is already a spot of a sign to be placed here, but the old man, now in the shape of my grandfather proclaims that he will fight to the death against having a sign placed here. The reason becomes apparent upon closer inspection of this bench, which isn't actually a bench, but rather a depiction of a Viking face. It is cut pretty flat so the perspective makes the face visible (strange somehow impossible in waking life I think).

      My grandfather is then asked if he thinks the Norse people were peaceful settlers, but he explains that they are better contrived as nomads. The scenery starts shifting and now we are in what can best be described as a mixture of a locker room and museum at night. My grandfather is then asked where the blonde trace of the Norse people originated from. He explains it is a funny story and that it was in the 1800s with the “Ette” families.

      There are people in dark robes in the room by now. I ask if the name Vestergaard has any relation to this Ette family, but my grandfather explains that it doesn't sound likely. Maybe the name is connected to the god Vejle. There is no current understanding of the meaning of the name Vejle or mine for that matter.

      We then get captured by Vejle and she holds nothing back, she lets us know that she intends to kill us. She wounds by stabbing me somewhere in the upper part of my torso, but then a woman appears and distracts her, thereby saving me. Vejle kills her (I think). At this point I notice her dagger is of clear crystal and superior compared to my crude rock knife.

      I charge her and figure out she is strong. The battle is an attempt from both sides to block the other's attack. She gets a stab into my pelvic area right above my crouch and it hurts and for a brief moment I think I have been defeated. But I invoke defiance and get a stab in her neck just above her protective chain mail she carries under her dark robe.

      As she is dying I lean closer and look her deeply in the eyes and tell her (somehow knowing that it is now my right and duty to proclaim the meaning of my name) “God Slayer, the meaning of the name is God Slayer”.

      The remaining “hoodies” pick up Vejle and drag her out while at the same time declaring that they will paint the walls with the name God Slayer, as if I have just beaten a chief in a duel and thereby claimed leadership over the people.

      I bend over and clutch my wound.

      I wake up.

      Notes: Similar feeling to the first (and previous) nightmares, but with increased confidence in my ability to concur nightmares and whatever entities are trying to get me. “Ette” and “Vejle” is a rubbish word and a Danish town respectively.

      “You can't get on the plane!”

      I am in an airport. My family, including my uncle, auntie and my cousins are going on a trip. It is a trip within Europe so technically we shouldn't need our passports. We are walking through to the security check through this long narrow hallway where there is plenty of evening sun coming through.

      Michael and I have forgotten out passports and while my mother is having a fit, I try and take control of the situation by proclaiming that since it is a European flight our drivers licenses should be enough to get us on the plane (don't think this is actually true). Michael is the first to show his drivers license to the Norwegian (?) security guard, and he confirms that it would be possible to get on the plane if it wasn't for the fact that his drivers license had expired. He asks Michael to get back out of the airport.

      My uncle Calle, Michael's dad, get cranky and asks rather sarcastic if the security guard is really going to tell Michael that he cannot get on board. His tone of voice indicates that he will be upset about this and that he might resort to violence if his son isn't allowed on the plane.

      Calle goes behind the counter the security guards are standing by and starts facing us. In the meantime the guard he was getting into an argument with comes up behind him, grabs something from a drawer that I recognise to be pepper spray and starts spraying Calle in the neck. Calle at first doesn't reall sense it and then he slowly starts turning his head and gets a bit in his eyes.

      He starts punching the security guard and after a while the guard asks his partner if he can bring him two rounds from the cupboard, declaring his intention of shooting Calle. Then it goes weird. All of a sudden the two security guards with Calle in the middle are assembling a big drill for a power tool and at this point I start clapping my fingers. I don't think my family has realised it yet, but I have figured that it is all a show for Michael because it is his birthday.

      I walk along the counter and see my dad sitting by it like he would a bar. I look at him while clapping to see if he has figured it is all a play as well.

      “I have a freaking strange way of fertilising plants”

      I am at a party, or something similar and I leave to run back home. I am running through the rain without wearing a shirt. I think this is intentional because I have some woman to impress. Although I am running sloooooooow and people are seeing it I am quite confident that it looks like I am in quite a powerful stride.

      I don't get all the way back home and all of a sudden I have this plant that is supposed to get planted in April. I walk into a house that I think is my own but after a while I see that it is not. I turn around to leave while saying “Sorry my mistake, wrong house” and try and walk out. The house I now notice is blue and yellow pallets on the walls with wooden bar chairs set along a counter. I briefly wonder how the place looks like a café or bar, when last I was in the area it was a residential house.

      Aaaanyways I start walking out the house and I now seem completely entagled in the tree or plant I am supposed to plant in April. This tree is so big that I get stuck in the door and can't get out. I am not afraid, but slightly embarrassed at the situation as I have clearly gone about my mission of getting out of the door in completely the wrong way.

      The owner of the house, a woman comes out and starts helping me out. As well as helping me out the door she also provides some useful tips for when I will plant the tree. I am not sure why I start rummaging about in the dirt around the roots of the plants, maybe to get out of the entanglement I don't know. However what does come from this is that I notice there is a lot of worms in the dirt and as I dig my hands in I can feel them moving about in my hands. These worms are fertilizers I intrinsically know, so I decide to grab a handful and eat them in order to fertilize my plants (WTF!?!?). It is a really unpleasant feeling in my mouth and then I question if I can even incorporate this way of fertilisation into my lifestyle (I am an ethical/principal vegetarian).


      Back in the bar/café from before and I notice the woman is having a shot. I think it is Jaegermeister dropped into a glass of hot water. My dad orders 4 and gives me one along with Lars Digter, and some else.

      “Short WILD – Swimming Pool and find Minka!”

      I am lying in my bed just after the dream above. I notice the lights behind my eyelids get brighter and brighter and eventually pictures start appearing. The pictures are strange they are of chairs on a balcony, but the balcony is upside down.

      My vision zooms up so I can see some details of the chairs. They are white and look like cheap dining chairs, the texture seems somewhat rough. Along these chairs are white plastic recliners as well.


      I wake up in the darkness by a pool. My sister is talking about how she has gone swimming with my niece, momma baby style. I tell her that it is all well and good, but that this is a dream. Then my sister reassures me that of course she would do it in dreams but also in real life, which basically just serves to confuse me and I can't really understand the implications of the sentence.

      I am somewhat confused I see the white recliners and I am positive that I was just falling asleep, but I end up jumping into the pool and really feeling the water.
      I then climb back out of the pool and decide to check my hand. it looks fairly normal at first, then maybe an extra finger, wait am I sure there was an extra finger, make you little finger shorten Dennis! Cool beans, finger is getting shorter, defo dreaming!

      What was it I wanted to do, oh right find Minka (50% correct, I was supposed to find someone, but it was Kaomea). I walk out on the water because I can and take off into flight up to a roof top window. I think I might be talking to my sister about dream control or something.

      I start climbing out through the window, but bonk my head against the glass. I take a breath, slow down and focus and try again. This time I am able to go through the glass and it feels like I am climbing through cling film.

      I take off into flight again when I am on the roof. I shout “Engage Awareness!” and I take particular notice of the fact that there are plenty of stars out and the trees are swaying heavily with wind. I notice that I am completely wet from being in the pool and the wind is going to chill me, but I also think luckily I can just alter that so it isn't a problem.

      As I am flying through the wind I become nervous about the wind grabbing me and slamming me to the ground or into a tree.
      The dream fades.

      Notes: I think the lack of time spent stabilising the dream and the fear evoked about slamming into a tree is what ended it. It was only a brief thought as well, almost the same instant I thought it I also thought, fuck it, only a dream.
    5. Some fragments

      by , 09-23-2011 at 07:48 AM
      23-09-11 Sexual dream, almost completion, then I discover it is my sister and she goes and fetch me a sandwich or something from the fridge, I awake deeply embarrassed.

      Drew, in Bournemouth, that route that is stunning to walk, pick up some weed and smoke quite a lot, walk back to the house, stumble into Janni, hug, somewhat paranoid, but not much, sleep through and wake up to him having rolled quite the amount of spliffs for me, he is gone, walk outside in the field.

      Diabloesque thing, walk to first level, loads of books and stuff supposed to be filled with spirits and ghosts, it isn't, demon in next level, calls up and tells me to bring the police, there is a crime scene, I look through the door and throw a cleaver into the body lying in a bed, there is a demon I can see through the walls, I think he kills my partner.

      Hiding behind some bushes to catch a killer, it is all set up by the police.
    6. STOP!..... Terror Time! Mermaids, Faeries and Psychological Exorcism (death as a result)

      by , 09-21-2011 at 04:55 AM
      21-09-11 Intend on finding Kaomea, which I hope I didn't unless she was one of the saving figures ^^

      Though the tone might be laxed, I awoke from both these dreams laced in sweat, in particular the last one was freaky, and as a result I remained awake and typed them out to see I could get rid of the residual terror. First nightmare in 4 years and I get two in a night.

      times are GMT +1

      Mermaids are Malicious Motherfuckers! Aka “What is with Faeries and power tools?”

      00:00 – 02:30

      The dream might start out earlier, but one of the first things I recall is walking around with a power drill and small plugs in order to find a suitable spot to put up my mirror. I am still not quite convinced that it is actually necessary to exert the effort and put it up.


      I am watching television with my flatmate or similar and I plug in some headphones and start listening to some music and hug up on the couch a bit. After a while my flatmate gets the hint and leaves my room so I can get some sleep.

      I end up not sleeping, but sort of just skip to the next point of awareness where I am just done reading what I am supposed to for the following day. Then I realise that it is quite funny that I have been so skeptical about the whole 22 debate, when I yesterday (which actually happened) came to myself from meditation at 22:22 and was amazed that I hadn't spent more time. That I had just read something about numbers that fit the thread. And all of this started to happen only when I started looking into shared dreaming in terms of psychological approaches.

      Anyways the time is just after 4 in the morning and my dad briefly awakes to ask me if I have slept at all, to which I reply I haven't but I am pleased to be done with the reading I am supposed to do. There is a Christmas tree in the middle of the room and on the other side of it there is this guy, played by your average villain (don't think I have ever known his name, but he is quite famous, reminds me a bit of Dennis Leary).

      He tells me that he can get me access to quite the number of scientific journals. Which, as I am putting down the stuff I was just using, respectfully decline, simply based on the fact that I haven't got the time to take anything else on at the minute.

      Something about my Auntie.


      The next part of the dream includes me walking along with two people, though beings might be more accurate and there might be another actual person, a woman, besides me. The reason beings might be in order is that I think it is two faeries each carrying a power drill.

      The first one is “the prober”, who drills into another realm (this realm sort of abide to the laws of the Nevernever, hence my suspicion that I was dealing with faeries) and check if it is safe to pass. The other guy has the drill that will actually open a portal and transport me into the other realm.

      The first attempt of the prober results in him almost getting hit by a train, I actually hear the sound of it approaching and the horn it blows to get the faerie out of the way. The faerie tries again a bit to the right of his original spot, but the train is still there, but now he knows where we are supposed to drill in order to achieve “safe” passage.

      The other faerie comes up and start drilling into this orange plastic thingy. It “is” cone used for road construction and such, but it looks nothing like it. The drill snaps and the other faerie explains that this is a good sign, it means that we have hit the right spot.

      The dream changes character.

      I go through and I am underwater, I hear a narrator explaining “you should expect the water there to be very hot” and basically just commenting on my general situation. I talk a bit to myself about how I feel the heat that it is indeed close to boiling point, before I turn around.


      They weren't supposed to follow me in this soon, they are going to get themselves in trouble. There are three people there a Danish pop duo, who I have little respect for and a black guy, that might be Lafayette off true blood.

      I start waving my hands towards them, but there is something on my hands that closely resembles the function of a cheese grater and I start peeling off think layers off their flesh. I look around and the Mermaids are here, not sure if they were mermaids as such, they didn't have the classic tail, though they lived in water.

      A black mermaid is wrapped around the black guy. She is holding the big circular lump of skin that has come off his face, she is sucking and licking it. The black guy is just standing there, I think all of them are under a spell.

      I walk into this dome where the two others are suffering similarly, the mermaids just happy that I did the groundwork of flaying them for them. I start fleeing and I am somehow dragging the guys with me. There is now this slow moving hiphop beat and as the black guys starts moving the mermaid is still holding onto the lump of skin. I think she has to let it go though she is sucking and licking it frantically and she joins in the beat adding the lyrics “I am going to go and avenge my brain” indicating that she feels wronged for having to let go of her food.

      Ghost Therapist for Psychotic German Sexual/Paternal issues included.


      Fuck me, getting shivers just starting to describe this. I have these sensations when I am briefly awake from the last dream that it is not only me looking through my own awareness. I shake it off and try and get back to sleep.

      The dream starts in some sort of dungeon. We are headed into a dragon's cave, though I don't think I am particularly strong enough to enter. My flatmate might be along with me, though he might first be joining us at a later time. Since I decide I am not strong enough to enter I get some treassure and I say out in general that it is one of the cooler things about Dragons, their decisiveness and willingness to hand out the goods.

      The treasure is in a small tin can and contain some rubbish I can't use and some small coins with ex American presidents on them.

      The dream then shifts to my flatmate and I talking about these coins and how they are used throughout the game changing from level to level and used for gambling, which means that early stuff currency becomes obsolete over time.


      I am in living room and I am a therapist. I am working with this guy whom I know is dangerous. He has currently trapped his dad in the toilet for some strange reason. I walk to the kitchen sink at one point and look out the window, it looks like it is daytime. More importantly I get contact with the guy's dad, played by John Malcovitch and asks him how he is holding up. He says he is fine. I ask him if he can manage to stay out on the toilet a while longer, because I think I am close to a breakthrough with his son.

      He is fine with that and I tell him that it is fairly impressive, but he shrugs it off and tells me that he has lived with him for a couple of years now so he is used to it.

      The dream then shift, it is no longer day time outside and I am now looking at the dream from the psycho's PoV. Across the little kitchen table from me is a woman who is talking to me about my fascination about arranged marriages, because of the sensation of sexual control it provides me. Her hair is orange and she seems played by a rather famous Danish actress.

      I tell (well the psycho) her that I am not going to get entrapped into her cheap psycho analytical techniques, but she continues and shortly after snap her fingers, which results in her face and hair colour returning to normal. I shift out of the psycho to a free flowing PoV though I am now the therapist again.

      There are screams apparently neighbors or people living in the flat has come to my rescue. I am a young Lars Bom (Danish actor) and I keep repeating the last sentence I said when snapping my fingers and returning to normal. I have a facial expression locked in horror along with blood coming from my ears and mouth. I am lying cramped up in the lap of someone.

      The woman I am in the lap off is crying and shouting out that it is too late, that I am already dead. I think she is referring to the demands that the dad be released from the toilet. But then I come to my senses and hug the woman. I get questioned on how I did what I did and I lift up a pillow on the couch where people can see the blood stains. Apparently the stains demonstrate that the whole thing was just a seance I faked with the goal of getting the dad released.

      The woman hugs me and I tell her shush shush, “would it help you if I told you I loved you?” I think she agrees to this.

      I wake up.

      Notes: When reading this I could understand why there isn't much cause for concern, but I am telling you I was bathed in sweat and horror upon waking up from this. Someone or something was there before the finger snapping. The whole pre-dream of not feeling alone in my body could have been a contributing factor. Along the dream I also kept having this sense of being switched or flipped.
    7. A lot of fragments and a short lucid

    8. Nap Notes

      by , 09-16-2011 at 07:27 AM
      14-09-11 House, include parts of basement under water, we swim there, there is a woman with extreme long blonde hair, Gwynneth Paltrow style, swim into a section where the water is cold “They are swimming in the cold”, grey/white walls, breathe water exhale “blood” seems a healing effect, exit at back room, she seems like waiting for her lover, I want to be that lover, stroke her hip under water, pink/purple bikini bottoms, “we are playing a game of “...” where we open a cupboard on the wall multiple times. something is written on the cupboard doors. Frustration, goes to the neighbour, has apparently been bought out without consent by a Nancy Botwain, The woman I now feel is my mom, she is senile, my dad comes to get me tells me that I should come and join the family in the house, my mum would like to see me, I explain that she is senile and won't notice me, he disagrees and gets slightly angry with me, my grandfather comes over and tells me that I should come to the house and that once my mum was very fond of spending time there.

      At teachers party, old high school people there.
      Bærentsen there as well
      Have to leave for PI.
      Look around the building.
      High five Rasmus while I leave.
      I am drunk, walking down the street in a meditative state.
      Pleased having finaly found the ability to do it while engaged in normal activity
      Headed for the intersection, when I reach it I get on bike
      I drive but can't seem to find my turn.
      I end up down pedestrian zone, driving past Jacob Haugaard (old satirical representative for the election.
      He is dressed as a mexican advertising free food for the restaurant he is stood outside.
      Onwords I barely get past “Fætter BR” and some other fairly massive costumed mascot.
      Magrethe Vestager is stood by the church explaining that she doesn't necessarily believe the official 911 report, but she isn't convinced, as the youth is, that it is a government coverup, but she is awaiting further investigation.
      I drive past 4-6 police officers is loose armour
      I drive on a pedestrian zone, but decide to fuck it and just drive slow and careful.
      The police don't bother me, but a semi fat (he seems somewhat retarded) tries walking into me though I have clearly indicated that I will go to his left in the tunnel
      He tells me I am an idiot for doing it in the pedestrian zone and I am only doing it because there is so much television around in connection with the election.
      The turn I have to take seem to shrink and look impossible (physically the perspective is completely off) to pass.

      Eva comes to the house and goes into labour after having explained that she was due 2-3 days ago.
      I get her in the bath room, we have already called a car, which was part of a discussion Eva partook in before she started.
      My aunt and Niece comes including my own niece I think and they get Eva into the car.
      Eva pretty much already has her new child out

      Something about me having put ups some bars across the facade of housing and the owners decided to stop the project on a couple of buildings as they found it too expensive.
    9. Xavier the maker + random stuff

      by , 09-07-2011 at 09:45 AM
      07-09-11 I am in an airport with a woman on a raised walkway that leads out to the gates. It is nighttime and the walkway we are on is very narrow and not surrounded by railings, which disturbs me and makes me wonder slightly.

      I am in a car with a woman. She is a vampire and has hostile intentions either towards me or someone else and I plan on stopping her. However I have some sort of relationship to her and don't want to hurt her.

      She might be Pam off True Blood. The way I subdue her by holding her by the neck but she refuse to lay off. In the end I start calling out for Xavier, who is her maker, telepathically for him to come and pick her up.

      I manage to get hold of him, which is a weird conversation taking place in utter darkness inside my head. He comes to pick her up and as he does so he stuffs the car full of duvets and mattresses and then procedes to shove her in.

      I am in a house unpacking speaking with my dad. As we are unpacking my parents' neighbour's cats emerge and start making themselves comfortable.

      They don't particularly want to go back to their owner though they are supposed to. Castello, though a darker and leaner version of himself, start climbing up a closet.

      Clyde is lying on the floor under a table.

      Speaking with my dad, he is drunk and he is talking about the amount of stuff Freddy bought in a shop.
    10. Weeds and 911

      by , 09-06-2011 at 01:05 PM
      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      06-09-11 Weeds/911 mix up. There has been a plane crash out in a field, though the Boing that has crashed seems fit for take off and I think there may still be people in it.

      There is a smaller jet headed for the Boing, which will destroy it. I see this twice.

      The Second time around Andy tells Doug to get in the plane and take off in order to save lives. I take on the perspective of Doug and walk into the cockpit. I start taking off, which is slightly difficult as the road is blocked a bit down the road, but luckily the plane doesn't need much run way to take off and I, Doug, am capable of pulling it up at a fairly steep angle.

      A bit up in the air I have a near collision with another Boing, but manage to avoid it barely. I even wonder how I missed with the wings and all.


      Doug is flying around some strange buildings trying to avoid the mid air passageways between towers. Quite the achievement.

      I am in a team race of sorts in a pyramid.

      I am teamed up with my dad and the way the race works is that you have to undergo a series of challenges depending on what colour trail you draw. Each trail consists of 5 sub challenges.

      I draw red (Fire), which is a difficult one. We have to go through a small rectangular hole that seems filled with urine in order to get to our drawn trail.

      The first step of my challenge involve guiding a metal golem down a ramp through some boulders that keeps running across this in order to trip it. It reminds me of the classical game where you have to adjust the floor in order to guide a metal ball through a maze of traps, except that it is with a golem and there is a sea of lava at the bottom.

      I manage to get the golem through but I am having second thoughts about jumping into the lava, so I ask the surroundings if it is safe to do so, to which I get the response that it is perfectly safe.

      I jump into the lava and there is a similar configuration of boulders cutting across our path towards the goal.

      I realise that I am dreaming and I pick up the golem, now transformed into a small marble sized metallic ball, still with the same dark metal grey and ruby colourings, telekinetic, as it will be easier to transport.

      I dodge the balls and “fly” through the lava on the right hand side of the ditch thereby avoiding the angry red heads of Søren Pilmark (Danish actor) coming out of the left hand side on sticks.

      I reach a rope that I pull that immediately starts taking my dad (who has now reappeared) up of the lava trench.

      We exit through a well where I rise singing “lucid dreaming”, to a tune I have now forgotten, over and over again.

      Steffen from my primary school class is there and he explains that he only managed 4 challenges and concedes that lucid dreaming have probably given my team the edge. (At this point my lucidity is rapidly declining, and I have no access to memory of tasks I wanted to carry out).

      Fragments: At a garden party with the entire Weeds crew and a few more.

      Silas is in a plane that has crashed and is getting filled with water he is trying to get people out of the plane through a tunnel into the house.

      There is a “future” vision of him being pulled up the tunnel screaming because his girlfriend is still in the plane.

      skip back

      We are going through the procedure of evacuating people, there now seems to be more than initially expected. Besides there being more people they seem utterly oblivious to the danger they are in.

      I take on Silas' perspective and start running to get people to the tunnel one by one. Some of them just don't get it, but seem more interested in the fruit buffet that is in a room in the back. So I grab some people and start crushing fruit against their heads and making them look out the window so they can see the plane is sinking.


      I am in the garden jumping from tree to tree rather agile, like a monkey.


      Andy has bought a new boat that gets placed on the law. There is a woman in it, but Doug arrives and figures out that Andy is going to Thailand and after a moments consideration Andy kicks out the woman who seems a bit disappointed, but tries to tackle the situation by putting on a smile and explaining that she isn't mad. Sounds almost like she is trying to convince herself that she thinks it OK.
    11. Native American shenanigans and a Vampire / Demon / Wizard showdown

    12. Family Reunion, Fighting Planes and False Phoenix Flight

      by , 09-01-2011 at 11:15 AM
      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      01-09-11 We are going to the family reunion. Besides the family there are a lot of other characters attending as well and rather than the first week of September it is for an entire week.

      I seem to be packing quite a lot and spending time in the bath room.


      on day 3-4 everyone is getting tired of it. In particular Minka, who has made an arrangement to drive home with her parents (this is odd, since she they aren't the family). She leaves for a while and comes back dressed in a short pink dress and she looks an awful lot like Paris Hilton fashion wise.

      It is raining however, so she looks kinda sad about this since it will mean changing outfit again, but she seems packed and ready to go.

      I see her mother dancing down the hallway and they are the first family to have proclaimed that they are leaving.

      The younger crew of the various families within family seems to be getting reckless and I decide to go and pack up so we can go quickly if my parents decide to bail.

      The rest of the young crew are lying around either in the hallway or in rooms. There is a general consensus to go to the bar on the opposite side of the road, but no one seems to be taking initiative.


      I am talking to my cousin about something related to leaving.

      My sister is talking, she doesn't want to be their either but she explains that it is nice to see the family join up together setting aside selfish consideration to see her daughter.

      I am at an airbase watching Stoffer fly around in a fighter jet. The plane is completely white. He has rented it with a mate for a day as it is the cheapest of the planes available.

      I am going up there with him and he is explaining that he intends to do a loop, which I am looking forward to.

      As he is coming in for landing and driving towards the spot where he has to pick me up, he makes a weird turn that almost tips over the plane and make the wings hit the ground. He asks his mate to check if something happened, but it seems fine.

      He gestures me to get in and I am getting in next to him. I tell him that I find that rather weird as normally I would sit behind him (yeah my plane knowledge is lame ^^)

      We start driving around and to be frank all I really remember is driving the plane through something like a race course. At one point we come up to two rocks and Stoffer tries frantically to turn it into the larger gap and I scream at him to take the smaller to avoid making the wings tip towards the ground and potentially hit the larger rock.

      We make it to the air though I think, but I only remember pulling back up to the base and getting out asking Stoffer if he really did the loop with me.

      “Yes” he replies.

      Rasmus SL gets in the plane and I think I spend some time talking to Kasper.

      I wake up.

      I am in Germany at the camping grounds where my grand parents live part times of the year. It is dark early morning on a Sunday and I think about hitting the golf course a few holes in so I wouldn't have to pay the green fee.

      I am speaking to a pro who is talking about hitting the course early and I reconsider maybe only hitting the approach/putting green instead.

      I sense something is up pretty much from the start and as I am walking towards the lake in the camping grounds/golf course I decide to look at my hand. It doesn't look weird at first, but I decide to keep looking and all of a sudden half of my pinky disappears and reappear almost immediately.

      I think about what to do and I have been trying too hard to get to Chichén Itzá maybe. Maybe people would get tired of me filling up the journal with crap on non-attempt nights.

      So I decide to fool around. Well I could justify my efforts as trying to master a petite form of shape shifting, at least in the beginning of the dream.

      I take off into flight and at the same time trying to imagine myself engulfed in flames. The idea is to create a hybrid between the human torch and a phoenix. This particular shape is then to be used with its inherent capability of scorching the area it flies over. In other words I am trying to become a fiery tool for laying waste.

      It doesn't go too well. There is no fire appearing and I don't sense a temperature increase, but the first minute or more is spent just flying around trying to think of fire and how it would be looking out from the inside of a fire.

      The closest I get is at one point where in my left field of vision a red glowing metal string appear (like the ones in a bread toaster). After this I give up.

      I land and start walking around thinking about what to do. I walk across a road and a car is speeding towards me. I just plant my feet in front of it and decide to stand my ground. The car hits me, though it seems to do so very slowly. It's rear starts lifting off the ground until it moves in an arch above me and land on the ground.

      I decide to hone my telekinetic abilities a bit and pick up the car mentally and throw it away. In the direction I threw it there is a shop with quite a lot of cars parked outside. I pick up two of these, one on either side of me and hold them spinning slowly in mid air before I throw them through the shop windows pretty controlled. Check, first time for holding two objects at the same time in opposite ends of my field of vision.

      I pick up another two cars and pull them towards me mentally and grab them in my hands when they get close and slam them together.

      I look up and see elevated train tracks. There is a train coming in fast on this meandering track and I decide to try getting on it. I sort of know it is a dream and I could just fly, but I do something else. I throw the first car up in the air over a sign (made of concrete and fairly tall). I jump onto the sign and as the first car is almost at the ground now I throw the other one up above me and jump onto it and immediately jumping off it again so I get to the train and manage to grab hold of an edge on it's roof.

      I swing myself up on the train, which obviously is moving at tremendous speed. I jump onto it and start surfing it towards the train station (I somehow get a feeling that I have already been there). Towards the station there is a sharp turn and the train has to go into a tunnel. Although I am tempted to jump off not to get smashed I hold my grounds and follow the train a bit into the tunnel before jumping off.

      I fall down and grab hold of a metal rod running along the tunnel. and start swinging along it as a monkey. Then I land on the ground and starts walking outside when I see a black man with two children walking down towards me. One of the children is walking on his right hand side and the other is in a child carrier.

      I struggle a bit getting past them without running into them. I think it is funny I am considering their well being although I know I am dreaming.


      Night time mentation: The Lucid is the first dream I recall from the night. When I then try and fall back to sleep after the dream there is this notion that I am experiencing the world from 6 different caskets, with six different names.

      Sometimes I get pulled back to a central POV, but it is somehow different. Though I know I am lying with my head up against the wall I feel my consciousness reaching out in a huge bubble around me through the walls and bed.

      Then I would feel the six caskets again and while my awareness either dwell on these or is transitioning between them I sense a powerful feeling of being loved. As if someone “else” is in these caskets sending positive vibes towards and through me.
    13. Spirit of the predator?

    14. Toilets, Terrorists, Teachers and Cave racing

      by , 08-25-2011 at 11:43 AM
      25-08-11 I am at a home office, belonging to my mum and I don't think my dad lives there any more. I really need to take a whiz.

      I look in the cupboard to see if the bowl is there though I can't find it, I have a moment of thinking “why is it we don't have a toilet?”.

      Ah well I might as well use the floor then, that is probably where it would go anyway. I start pissing on the floor. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

      While I am peeing I try running around finding some towels, kitchen towels and paper to soak it all up with. I manage to find quite a few of these, but.. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

      When I am done my sister walks into the kitchen and grabs something from the fridge, there is an open door between us and I am worried she will see what I have just done.

      I talk to her about why she is up, she replies she has been asleep for about 8 hours (I worry if she is done sleeping) but also that she isn't done yet. She turns around and walk back, she has a massive smile on her face, and she looks like she has been exercising, as her face is all red.

      I grab all the towels and put them under the desk (looks like the desk my dad made for me when I was living at home before moving to England). There is still a towel that I have put on a stack of papers and the A4 paper is now soaked as well. Besides this the urine is now starting to run down the side of this stack and into the printer, luckily it is an old printer not in use.

      I wake up, check myself, experience a brief “phew, close one” moment and hit the john.

      I am in a counter strike setting, me and my team mates are waiting in a harbour office building or something similar for the gates to open. When hey do hell breaks loose and shots are exchanged.

      Should think the setting is at the docks, late afternoon though I don't see much outside the office I do see containers though.


      I come to myself still in the building, the gate is closed (if the gate is still even there). I walk around and run into a rather large man (not fat, but rather NFL potential build), he is of the enemy team so I pull out a falchion (think it is the closest description, it is a sword that curves like a mother fucker).

      He pulls out a small knife of about 3-4 inches maybe.

      I pull another falchion and start swinging at him. He dodges, sort of, I mean it looks like he is standing still, but he sorta doesn't stand still either.

      After a bit of this he grabs my arm, turns me around and disarm the sword of that hand. I am at that moment completely at his mercy. He grabs the sword I have dropped and swing it over my arm that he is holding.

      He doesn't actually hit me with it, but the motions he is making are blurry (that fast), and would have wrecked my arm had he followed through on the silent threat.

      He lets me go and I panic.

      I run back through a door with a code lock. The door is open and then take a left to get back to the room I started in. I can see the door is open as the one I have just run through, but the man now runs out the door and blocks my escape.

      He tells me that the windows in the building are unbreakable and that there is no way out for me.

      I dash for the window straight in front of me, though I know the windows are unbreakable I can't give up without trying to get away.

      I leap and jump towards the window, I pull up my feet in order to kick the glass out and I hit a sensation of what might as well be the concrete floor I just left.

      I know my fate is sealed.

      I wake up.

      I am in school, more specifically a selected course of the university (I am supposed to take one this semester). The room looks like the top room of Falck in Hornslet.

      My teacher is Søren Pilmark and he is an ass.

      First off I haven't read what I was supposed to, which doesn't really bother me as I have had no way of knowing what it was. The teacher doesn't seem to care and is talking harshly to us all.

      A class mate asks if he will develop an application that will help with the learning. He tells him that he doesn't care much and that he would rather be with his family.


      I bitch and whine about this silly teacher of ours to someone. I also mention that it is “That actor dude..”

      I am at a race, not an ordinary race, but a race nonetheless. It happens in a cave and there are multiple finishing points. Yellow, blue, green, red etc.

      The aim is simple, get to the finishing point as quickly as possible. There is a twist though.

      For every goal there is a direct route of average challenge, this route is marked from the start so everyone knows about it.

      The goal is decided by a faerie (I think). So there are a lot of people waiting at the starting area and awaiting the words of the fae.

      “Green!” And people start rushing off to the green tunnel, except a rather smallish blonde girl (she has long blonde hair, and she heads for the yellow tunnel. I am hovering above her at this time looking at what she is doing.

      She is ascending a steep narrow grassy hill and at one point she has to crawl down and use her arms to get upwards. At this part of the track there are houses and portals(?) on either side of the pathway.

      She gets to the top and then falls back and let herself fall into the portal on the left hand side. I follow and we are pretty much right at the goal.

      I think she goes in and wins it and none of the other competitors are anywhere near. I try and get an overlook of the tunnel system up, but the only thing I manage to figure out is that the original route is wicked long compared to what she just did.

      There are multiple portals in this room and there are two guardians guarding the goal or something. One of them starts making it's way towards the girl.

      It looks like predator, though it has something on the back of its skull, missing all the “tentacle hair” always associated with them. Besides this its head is much smaller and it doesn't seem to posses quite as threatening physique. It is wearing a white robe or similar.

      I jump up to it, I get the feeling that I could take it if it came to a fight, but I try cunning instead. I have for the past couple of moments looked at my experience sheet, and I am positive it says I have “38900” (or close thereto) out of the same number, or in other words I am at the exact level up point only need a bit more.

      I ask the guardian if I can quickly show my sister my experience sheet before they continue fighting. Unexpectedly the guardian agrees and waits. I say, “Hey look at my experience!” and then I see that I am actually 1000 short “Ahhh”, I tell the guardian, “I thought I was actually at the level up number”.

      Then I ask him if there is a place we can go and kill some monsters so I can get the last bit I need. He agrees and escorts me into a toilet and explains where the different monsters hang out.

      I think to myself I could just kill this one, but he is actually rather helpful and likable, plus it would just be lame to sucker punch him when he is only trying to help.

      Speaking to someone if they are bound in the same way to words as the Sidhe.

      Something about 50 cent or U-turn in a golf cart not being happy with my admission to the school, might not have been a legal arrangement.
    15. Shortcut through trash/air vent, beer can/bottle

      by , 08-24-2011 at 11:17 AM
      24-08-11 I am Going to a swimming stadium, though I am not taking the planned route. The planned route would be swinging by Stonehenge, about a 5 km drive.

      Instead I go through some sort of air vent in a large building. The passageways are really narrow, dirty and dark.

      It takes about 5 minutes to get there.

      I hang about in the swimming pool for a while, it is dusk time and there are some other kids there. I decide to take off and walk over to the wall.

      In order for me to get to the vent I will have to remove some of the panelling, not only that but I will have to stand on the exposed piece of wood that was holding the panel, which is screwed into the wall.

      There isn't much space, but I seem to recall having done it before. I finally get the door open to the shaft.

      Before I can go through I must put a hand into the shaft and empty it for trash. The trash is some black stuff from farming I think, as Henrik can explain how it is made. Seems like a mixture between coal and dust.

      It just falls into the water, but I have a feeling it will be OK and it isn't exactly a new procedure I am doing.

      A woman, might be my aunt asks me if it is worth it. I ask her if she has to take the 5 km route past Stonehenge, she confirms and I tell her it will take me 5 minutes to get back.

      When most of the trash is out, it seems to take longer than it had before, I am looking out over a horizontal window as an access point, which I remember thinking is a bit weird.

      Sitting at a coffee table with a beer. It is a beer can, but there is a bottle inside prodding up out of the hole of the can.

      I sit and marvel a bit, how the fuck could anyone get that bottle down there without removing the top of the can.

      Then a person on my right explains that there they are fairly rare and if you manage to collect 9 of them, you would win 9 k DKK.

      “Ah then I shouldn't have given the last 3 to ….”

      Something about time travel in order to make sure to obtain the right ingredients for a particularly tasty meal.

      Physical time travel (done by placing hands on top of each others) means that you get a fraction of your dream powers with you to the physical realm though (WEIRDNESS!)
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