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    1. Face Off with Team Rocket

      by , 07-02-2014 at 05:58 PM (Death's Other Kingdom)
      Much better recall and clarity last night. I've been reading and meditating before bed instead of mindlessly scrolling through the internet, so that seems to be helping. Also, I fell asleep listening to some binaural beats that claim to "Access powerful super consciousness connection."

      Office Space (Non-lucid)


      I am at work talking to my fellow student worker, only she's not the same girl who works with me irl. I don't remember what we're talking about. Suddenly, the girl grins mischievously and starts kissing me, backing me up to sit on the counter and grinding against me. It feels great, but this is not the best place for such activity. Especially if Brandon catches us--- I'd never hear the end of it from that perv.

      "Not at work," I say, pushing her off of me. It seems that we're actually dating, so we have plenty of other opportunities for making out in places that won't get us fired. Still, she takes my rejection the wrong way.

      "What, are you ashamed of me!?" she snarls. I'm kind of surprised by her anger.

      "No, no! It's just not professional to do that here..."

      At this point, a customer walks in. Normally our front desk person would take care of walk-ins, but she's out for the moment. My angry girlfriend goes to the front to see what the woman needs. She seems to be retired professor who needs access to her old email account. My girlfriend YELLS at her that she has to create a ticket and to stop bothering us with her stupidity. I rush to the front as the old woman is about to burst into tears. "It's okay, I can help you, Ma'am." My girlfriend stomps back to the work room to sulk. "I am SO sorry about my coworker. She's.... having a bad day and taking it out on the wrong people."

      Facing Team Rocket (DILD)


      I'm wondering around campus in the dark, enjoying the solitude. Near the back of the psychology building, I gleefully roll down the hill like a little kid at a playground. Soon, though, I hear the sounds of another person nearby. I cannot see them in the darkness, but I know I am no longer alone. I have the feeling that I'm about to be attacked. Though not afraid, I decide to avoid the trouble. I run back tothe main part of campus. Running feels so great, I never want to stop!

      *memory lapse*

      At some point, I "wake up" with my aunt talking loudly over me with her oldest daughter. She's saying that she's going to start making me do a bunch of chores in order to provoke "a conection with Jesus Christ" within me. She also says some really mean things, some of which are potentially true, such as that I take myself too seriously.

      By now, I'm hurt and angry. Doesn't she realize I can her her? I think to myself furiously. Still, I pretend to sleep so that I don't have to talk to her.

      Later, a couple who look just like Jessie and James from Pokemon are after my brother. If I understand their yammering correctly, they wish to hand him over to Lord Voldemort. They're in our old house, holding us at gunpoint.
      I suddenly become lucid.

      I grab my brother's hand and pull him through the (closed) window behind us. He seems way too reluctant to run. "Come on, you idiot!" I yell, practically dragging him behind me. "This way!"

      I intend to run down the gravel road behind our house to hide in the field of tall grass. When I get there, however, I'm dismayed to find that the field has been mowed. While we still have a head start, I do my best to make more grass appear. Every time I succeed, though, we lose our head start and Team Rocket spots us, making my newly formed hiding place utterly useless.

      Abandoning the grass idea, we bolt off into the woods instead. I pull my brother into a giant hollowed out log. Team Rocket seems to know exactly where we're hidden. They drag us out from the log and point the gun at us once again.

      This time, I have a gun of my own. I fire at them--- and miss! When I pull the trigger again, all I hear is the empty clicking noise.

      But suddenly, there are two more shots. I think they've shot my brother until they both drop to the ground, dead.

      I look up to see a man that I'd met in an earlier part of the dream that I can no longer remember. He smiles, winks at me, and turns around to walk off. I think he's going to leave, but he suddenly turns back and starts purposefully towards me.

      "What are you doing?" I ask him.

      "What do you think?" He pulls me into his arms and kisses me passionately. This is some kind of dramatic continuation from our earlier conversation, so for the sake of the plot I kiss him back. It sparks absolutely nothing within me. I think to myself, If I actually still liked guys, this would be an epic ending to the dream.
    2. Shark Eye

      by , 12-01-2012 at 05:53 PM (Death's Other Kingdom)
      Last night I got to bed extremely early and therefore had awesome recall. To avoid a super long post, I'll post them all separately.

      Shark Eye (Non-lucid)


      I arrive late to gym class, where everyone is playing an odd-looking game called Shark Eye.

      Across the floor is a large mat divided in half by a thick line, with different sized circles on either side of the line. The team on offense stands at the side of the mat labeled "START LINE," while the team on defense stands on the opposite end of the room, as well as having a line of players stationed behind the team on offense. When the whistle blows, the offensive line (called Heroes), must take a running start and slide across the mat on their stomachs to touch one of the circles. The farther back the circle, the more points a person gets for their team. At the same time, the line of defense behind the Heroes will each throw a ball to their teammate across the mat. If the Catcher catches the ball, he has a chance to touch a circle and therefore block a Hero from getting points (but he must reach the circle before the Hero does).

      I am watching all of this from the bleachers, extremely confused about this strange game. There is a guy sitting beside me playing on his cell phone; one of those people who always refuses to participate in class. I don't wan't to be lumped in with his sort, so I decide to try to play even if I have no clue what's going on.

      I join the team who is currently on offense and take my place on the START LINE. When the whistle blows, I run and slide across the mat to touch a circle. To avoid the Catchers, I slide across the line in the middle to touch a circle on the other side of the mat. The captain of my team says I'm not allowed to cross the line, so my points don't count.

      On the next round, I slide all the way to the farthest circle, barely touching it before a Catcher does. Unfortunately the teacher, who is the judge of all our points, has left the room, so we have to just lay there and hold our positions.

      Sadly, the Catcher I am stuck beside is known for picking on people. She grins at me evilly, knowing that I have to endure her teasing until the teacher gets back if I want to keep my points. So she spends the entire time tickling me, touching me inappropriately, and kissing me. I am torn between being annoyed and somewhat turned on. I also desperately hope that Sebastian doesn't see this happening.

      Sebastian is a white-haired cat boy who is head over heels in love with me. While I do not return his affections, he is still my friend and I know he would flip out if he witnessed this. As if on cue, Sebastian appears just as the Catcher is snuggling against me with her arms wrapped around me. "Umm, hi..." I say awkwardly, inwardly cursing at the annoying creep clinging to me. How embarrassing...

      "What's this!?" Sebastian exclaims in his "drama queen" tone of voice. "Oh, I see how it is. I'M not good enough for you, but this slut is!?"

      "Come on, it's obviously not like that. I don't----"

      "No, it's fine. Be with whoever you want to be. My feelings don't matter." He stalks off. It's clear that he's being overly dramatic on purpose, but I know that he's still hurt.

      "Sebastian..." I roll my eyes and extract myself from the girl's grasp, running after him. "Don't be an idiot, you know I care about you."

      Later, we are going to go explore one of the older, creepier buildings on campus which is said to be haunted. I am somewhat surprised to see a rather heated game of Shark Eye going on nearby. The game has taken on an almost cult following around campus. If this were an anime, it would have the same significance as Pokemon battles or Duel Monsters. Some students are shouting loudly that they have a secret weapon to defeat all other teams, which lives in the building that Sebastian and I are about to go explore.

      We sneak inside the building and walk down the spiral staircase to the basement. Sebastian is visibly terrified, and I'm light-heartedly making fun of him. Suddenly two eerie voices start calling out Sebastian's name. He yells and runs away as fast as he can. I roll my eyes. "Who's there?" I call out.

      Two demon boys with bright red hair appear. They say they are the Lords of Shark Eye. They're the secret weapon those students were going on about, I realize. "Hmph, well you nearly gave Sebastian a heart attack. How do you even know his name?" They laugh and refuse to answer.

      I wake up shortly afterwards.
    3. Where is the White Dragon?

      by , 10-01-2012 at 01:40 AM (Death's Other Kingdom)
      I don't usually have many risqué dreams, but this one was pretty interesting. ((This contains some slightly mature content, so don't read if you're not comfortable with this, please.))

      Night of 9/30/12

      ["Where is the White Dragon!?"]
      I am looking out the window late at night, when I see what appears to be two large dragons fighting high up in the starry sky. As I watch, their fight grows closer and closer to the ground until they are right outside my house. I can now see that one is white with scales and the other is a black-feathered dragon. Both are about as big as the house itself.

      The white dragon soon kills her opponent and begins to feast upon him, when she suddenly sees me watching from the window. I don't believe she'll bother attacking me since she has just made a kill, but I am wrong. The dragon sticks her head through the open window and makes a snap at me.

      I run to the other end of the house--- she follows. Eventually I am forced to jump out a window and make an escape. The dragon soon follows me, however, eyes glowing bright yellow in the dark.

      When I reach the graveyard, I realize that I will never outrun such a massive creature. I stop and wait for her to approach, thinking desperately for a plan. "Don't kill me," I say, "I can be of use to you."

      The dragon suddenly transforms into a girl who looks perhaps a bit older than I. "And what exactly do you have to offer me?" she purrs, looking at me in amusement.

      I sigh, realizing what she wants. "Myself," I tell her resignedly.

      She grins. "Hmm. That sounds like it might just be a good deal. Okay then." She giggles and pulls me forward, lying back on the ground and positioning me on top of her. "Touch me," she orders.

      I lift up her shirt and slowly trail my fingers along her smooth stomach while she watches me with an interested expression. After a few moments, she complains that I'm tickling her. Smiling slightly to myself, I deliberately stroke her stomach a few more times before moving my hands a bit higher and kneading her breasts. She closes her eyes and moans.

      Before I can take things even further, bright lights suddenly shine all around us. Oh crap.

      Apparently the sounds of the dragon fight alarmed the neighborhood, and authorities were sent to deal with the matter. Some of the men present are leaders of an important club I had joined a few hours earlier, and I am somewhat embarrassed to be caught in this situation. I look down at the dragon-girl, chagrined. She seems more alarmed than embarrassed.

      I get off of her, and while I am distracted with the leering looks of the moronic men standing beside me, some people (dragon hunters, I believe) grab my dragon-girl and run off with her. As soon as I realize this, I become filled with worry and take off after them. I have to save her!

      Some friends of mine are now helping me track the dragon hunters down. They are slowly climbing the side of a building. "Why are you wasting time climbing when this is a dream?" I shout impatiently. "Fly, you idiots!" I leap on top of the building and jump from rooftop to rooftop until I reach some old ruins where I find the hunters.

      They are armed to the teeth, while I must rely on my own hands. Soon, however, I manage to kick one of the hunters off the top of the ruins and steal his knife. I then hold one of the others at knife point and yell, "Where is the White Dragon!?" He refuses to answer, so I slit his throat.

      Suddenly, I hear dragon like noises to my left, at a large seemingly vacant area where there are chains. I "remember" that the dragon can turn invisible, so I rush past all the other hunters to where she's lying. She reappears, in dragon form. She's lying on her back, bleeding badly from a large wound in her gut.

      "It's gonna be okay," I tell her as soothingly as I can manage, gently hugging her massive form. "I'll get you out of here." But she seems to be in a really bad state, and I don't know how I will manage this.

      I wake up shortly afterwards.