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Only remember bits and pieces of dreams from last night.

Invading alien invasion. On the way to help stop the invasion, I duplicate self and ransack enemies down a hallway. Friends end up back-stabbing me and give me up, along with very valuable information. Brass knuckles that had a leather strap, with a screwdriver, razor, a spike, and something else.

As promised.

BONUS ENTRY OF DOOM!™

??.??.2010

Shadow Monster: Origins (WILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







There's that familiar transition.

I open my eyes. Cold white light is streaming in from my bedroom window, as the thin brown curtains fail to do their job. Lifting myself out of bed, I notice something odd on the ceiling. The shadows on the dirty eggshell-colored drywall. . . They're moving! At that revelation, the shadows--an Aztec-esque shaman and a blocky curled snaked--broke themselves off from the wall, joined together into one formless mass, and shot out into the hallway.

Weird.

Making my way through the house, toward the front door, I wonder what that was all about. Closing my hand around the gold painted doorknob, I open the large metal door before me, revealing my sun-soaked court. But something is off with the lighting. Everything seems. . . lifeless. It's as if all warmth had left my neighborhood long ago. I didn't know what to make of it.

Lifting myself off the ground, I fly to the center of my court, contemplating what I want to accomplish. With no goals lined up, I figure I'll just try to crash someone's dream world. That's when I hear it. A visceral scream tears through my court, originating from a neighbor's house across the ways. Turning my head, I look just in time to see the woman who had screamed smash against her front window. As she drops out of sight, I know behind that blood drenched glass lurks the Monster from before.

Reaching out with my TK, I try to pull it from the house, but I can't get a lock. Yet, despite my failure, the Shadow Monster doesn't take long to exit the house of its own accord. Smoothly flowing through the air above me, it pay me no mind as it makes its way back toward my residence. Like hell I'm letting that slide. Let's see how this thing likes a little bit of pure energy blasted through its core.

Taking a stance, I position my hands by my side, preparing to let loose a Kamehameha Wave. Not wanting to tip it off, I say the chant internally, feeling the charge building between my hands. Unfortunately, when I go to release it all in a throat wrenching shout, nothing happens. The Shadow Monster stops dead in its tracks, and speedily reverses direction, darting straight at me. Fully enveloping me in darkness, I realize there's nothing I can do to this. . . thing. Panic washes over me, but before everything fades to black I let loose a piercing cry for assistance that echoes not just through my city, but around the world and, I can't help but think, beyond.

No one came to my aid.

Eggs...yellow, and another one bloody
Aircraft with numbers on the door, (1 to 4)
Everything will happen before 4,

Chaos on Earth, Earthquake, stars, warm, breeze...

Possible vision....

i'm only going to tell lucid dreams or near lucid happenings.
funny smiley

Dream:

It is night. There are three men I have romantic connections with sleeping in separate rooms surrounding an apex, possibly a fountain. I enter the room of one, the best looking of the three, who is beautiful.

I know that he has somehow betrayed me. Not with another person, but in some act or intent. I also know that the less attractive man is the better one for me, but for some reason I am in the room of the one I cannot trust. He is sleeping in the position that my own bed is in, pressed into the right corner of my room and against the wall. A desk is right next to it, just like a desk is right next to my own bed in my room.

I kiss him briefly. It occurs to me just then that I now understand how people can just give each other a peck on the lips before separating. I never before understood the purpose of such a short kiss when saying goodbye.

Notes:

I’m not sure whether that last thought was a moment of lucidity, but I think it was my thought and not the thought of my “dream self.” I know that there was more to the dream, but I can’t remember any of it. I have vague feelings of certain settings and actions being correct, but it’s always just beyond my memory / consciousness.

That this one scene is so clear makes me think that it was a moment as lucidity.

Random.

First i am walking down a street in chilliwack. some guy walks past me and gives me a slightly dirty look. He's wearing nice homie - G clothing and I am wearing a jacket covered in drywall mud. so I probably look like a weirdo.. whatever.

Then the dream flashes to where I'm walking on a trail in the woods. I hear someone walking from the shrubs. I look and see it's a bright blue ape. Like an abominable snowman. I just shrug and keep walking. I hear the guy behind me again but this time he's a regular looking guy. some woman goes up to me (asuka) and tells me we have to chase him to catch him. i go to chase him but I realize my shoes aren't for running.I find some other shoes magically and grab them i try to run while putting them on. They are a pair of those all star shoes and a bitch to put on. By the time i put them on. The man is far ahead and I can no longer chase him.

suddenly I find myself in a restaurant with my brother and his GF. his GF makes a comment about me not being able to eat the food or something.

Later I am in another building. I am supposed to pay with debit at some strange machine. But when I put my card into the machine. it rturns in to a VLT type game with interesting charp and clear graphics. there's some megaman looking guy in cool armor with some items above him. I select the wrong item and lose, but it says I have another chance. The woman at the counter says i must pay so urry up and finish the game. I somehow select the right item and on the screen i get more items and then it starts showering down coins on the screen. I guess i won.

Hand

some lucid imagery of looking at my hand

Bedroom.

I remember being on a bed with asuka and having a pillow fight. The window catches my eye. It's a weird color. I start freaking out and think it's the end of the world or something.

Gross.

I'm walking around in my basement while munching on soem white candle wax... It tastes like vanilla icing... but with candle wax in it. yuck. I hate it. I come to a room that asuka sometimes sleeps in and see it's a mess. there's big candles in no holders on the carpet burined right into the ground. All the wax is crusted right into the carpet. I think my landlord will freak at this site. I go to the bathroom to spit out the candle wazx that i'l still munching on. But i see the toilet is filled with... well poop and crusted with vomit. I dare to try and flush the toilet and clean up the mess but I wake up... Which i'm glad i Did!

An extremely short dream but a takeoff from what you folks call False Awakenings (I think) I refer to them as coming dead awake. Those are very real to me. This particular one wasn’t real.

I took two five minute naps and had this dream during the second nap.

Donna and I are out roller skating (we’ve done that once during our marriage - she’s quite adept at it, I’m not.) Well, as in real life, in the dream I’m still not. But we’re out roller skating with or daughter (dream daughter – we never had children). I had just fallen to the floor with Donna and our daughter laughing teasingly at me when Elizabeth (our daughter) hit the wall – not to hard, but with one of those cartoon type collisions and just sort of peeled of the wall and floated to ground.

End of dream.

I’m with my ex-wife in a house that I don’t recognize, but we obviously live there. She’s on her cell phone while I’m doing some work from the office. She’s talking in hushed tones as if to keep the conversation from me. I begin to realize that she’s talking about me and our impending divorce. I try my best to not let it affect me.

Our land phone rings and she answers it and says, “This is who? Mrs. BillyBob from the Dream View help desk” She then turns to me with a raised eyebrow and hands me the phone.

Dream ends.

Now the BillyBob thing obviously came from the Newbie Forum, as I had just read about him yesterday. Don’t know about that Mrs. thingy though. You married BillyBob by chance?

Another non-lucid, but similar to DJ1 – free falling (twice in as many nights)

I’m basically hang gliding behind a fighter jet (don’t ask me why), but rather than a hang-glider, I’m holding unto a large fishing net, but can somehow still control motion. Anywho, there are two possibilities to the fishing expedition, through a river tunnel and out to a lake on the other side. Or, if you miss the tunnel, you just fly over a small mountain and down a ravine to the same lake.

Never figured how you possibly miss the tunnel and wind up going over the mountain. If the fighter jet takes the tunnel and I don’t, then how do I get over the mountain, and why am I not ragged along through the tunnel? That’s why they’re dreams, eh?

Anyway, I miss the tunnel and suddenly I’m holding on for dear life as the jet materializes in front of me and is powering up to safely traverse the mountain. (What a rush). When the jet has cleared the mountain and is over the ravine, it throttles down to nothing and I overtake it at the same altitude while it pulls into a nose dive toward the lake (hence the free falling – only with a boost). Again, hanging on with white knuckles as we’re falling toward the lake, the jet levels out as do I (amazingly without ditching into the lake – still can’t see how a fishing net is aerodynamic).

I spot my catch. It’s a large (shark/dolphin size) fish with the head of a catfish, but teeth of a shark. I drop in on it, kind of like a cowboy roping a steer at the rodeo. This thing’s snapping and thrashing and has white glowing eyes – that freaks me out (kind of turning into a nightmare). I’ve got it half netted, and I’m trying to swim outta the way before it makes me a meal.

Two other guys appear in the lake, and don’t even take notice of the fish or my effort to escape. Totally apathetic – gosh I wanted to slap them.

Here’s where the dream ended.

I entered a classroom filled with students my age.. it looked like the 8th or 9th grade.. (8th the one i'm in) and so theres people I don't know and people I do like from last year. I noticed that I didn't see my best friend there.. but I saw some friends last year. There was still a BUNCH of people I don't know there.. I could see their face.. what their wearing.. (uniform.. durr) and how they did their hair.. so there was a teacher and she gave out worksheets and I sat a a computer desk.. there was some sitting at desks that sat 4-6 people and i saw my other best friend.. but she was sitting next to HERRR best friend and she isn't that much of my friend... sooooooo. I if I moved there I would be the third wheel .. sooo i sat next to an emo kids twin brother.. and he was all of our friends so i talked to him and stuff.. lol. But BEFORE that happened the teacher lady tought me how to bring up my credit report from the computer files...??? IHAVE NO IDEAA.. but yeah then I woke up.. I did take me a while to realize that this was a dreamm. haha. soo realistic..

I was sitting in my room, on a couch covered with a blue plastic-like material. I was chatting with a relative of mine, and there were a few markers lying around. This unknown relative uncapped a marker and made a small dot with it on the couch. It was either green or blue.

"I dare you to test out one of the markers, too," she said.

"Ok," I responded. I picked up a red marker and made a small dot on the couch. Suddenly, my relative leaped up.

"You wrote on the couch! I'm telling Dad!" She ran out of the room, still threatening to get me in trouble.

I didn't mind, considering she made a mark too and how much trouble could I get in for this offense, anyway? Then I thought of something. I licked my finger and rubbed it on the dot. It disappeared. That's right, I thought. This is Crayola washable marker.

I finished cleaning up the couch and grabbed this pair of silk shorts I've slept with ever since I was a baby. I wandered out of the room, not really sure where I was going. My bra was annoying me. I pulled it on more comfortably over and over again. My mom walked in in front of me.

"Is your bra annoying you? You should really get a new one. Why don't you go shopping tomorrow?" She said.

"Ok," I replied, happy that I wasn't in trouble for the marker dots. I wandered off again, still holding the shorts.

I sat down after a while, and talked to my little sister and her friend. I didn't know her friend, she was completely fictional. She was about about eleven years old, same as my sister. She had reddish hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail, freckles, and glasses. She and my sister started making fun of me for something, and I got really upset. I walked away into what was probably a dining room.

I sat down on the floor, looking down at the silk shorts. There were all sorts of words on it, like a book. This seemed completely normal to me, I actually "remembered" it being like that before. I was a bit bored, and I didn't know what to do, but then I remembered the shorts. I could read those to pass the time!

Looking at them more closely, I saw that the words formed a rather long table of contents. Apparently, the "book" included all sorts of topics, from merits to how to host a graduation party. Some of the sections had the word "new" next to them in big letters (presumably because they were newly added to the book). Here, I had a bit of a nagging feeling. Sure, my shorts had always had words on them , but I didn't remember parts of the table of contents. Last time I checked, half the stuff hadn't been on it. I dismissed it, though, deciding that I just hadn't paid enough attention.

I decided to start reading, but then I realized that these shorts only had the table of contents on them. I'd have to get another pair if I wanted the actual content of the book. This annoyed me, because I never remembered having another pair of shorts like that. Then I woke up.

Heroes:
Something about a milk spill. There are five people including lois from the superman comics working together. They seem to have different abilities. Three of them go to protest something, but, nothing else recalled.

Thoughts: I blame this on watching some smallville episodes last night Funny enough, one of these peoples' powers involved making vegetables or something along those lines Finally, a dream that doesn't involve with work Must say that it is a rather crazy dream and had a hard time with recalling the details

06.23.2010

Fuck yeah! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The longest sex-dream I had yet. I always feel strange when I write down dreams like this...

We had PE in school and some of us had nothing to do.
I layed on the ground with my feet to a wall. My female classmate sat to left of me with her back leant to wall.
She stretched out her arm and didn't notice, that she placed her hand directly on my genital area. She tipped with here fingers against my pants until I got an erection. I took the chance, grabbed her hand and placed it in my pants.
She looked surprised at me and feeled my penis.
Later I took it out. She looked at it and I asked her unsure if it is to big or to small.
She answered, that it's neither to big nor to small. It's just fine.
She started giving me a blowjob. Later I grabbed her legs and pulled her away from the wall. Then I pulled off her pants and started fucking her. She had absolutely no problem with it and even enjoyed it.

Later then we both finished and the school bell ringed, PE was over.
We pulled on our clothes and walked through the room to the exit.
I noticed my pal Patrick lookin surprised at me.

*just so you know, I posted this DAYS ago*

MUTUALSDREAMER's dreams *Work in Progress 8)*
Blue means non-lucid and red means lucid.

LD
non-lucid


Of course since it was my first one, I was not completely 100% aware, but I was at least 75%.
I became aware because earlier that night, I had a dream that I could manipulate water and when I woke up from it, I told myself that that was impossible and to recognize it in future dreams. I went back to sleep and appeared in a boat made of ice. I am sure I was in Antarctica. I decided to meditate since it was calm and when I did, the water around me started to bubble. So I said, "Wait a second," and tried to make it bubble again. This time it was even more powerful. I became mostly aware right there because I remembered that that was impossible.

I floated along, admiring the dreams beauty, when I came to my garage, it was embedded into the side of a glacier. I hopped into it and my brother was swinging a bat. I told him that we were both dreaming and he said, "No we're not, that's stupid." So I got a rock and set it on the ground and tried to raise it with my mind. It didn't work so I thought if I got closer that it would. As I got closer it was like a magnet and jumped to my hand. My brother said there was nothing I could do to make him believe me so I said oh well at least it's someone to interact with. So I said hey want to go to a dream I had a while ago (I trained myself to wake up after every other dream)? He said, "Whatever," so I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my earlier dream. I opened my eyes and I was in the middle of an abandoned house (the one in my earlier dream). I looked around for my brother but he was not there, so I started to explore.

As I was walking around, these little gnome things started attacking me. I raised my hand and started shooting them with a hand beam (). Right then I lost lucidity. After I killed all the gnomes, I regained about 90% lucidity. So, I thought I would try to get into my friend's dream. I drew his name in the air with my finger and it opened a portal (I had thought this through many times in the waking world). I stepped in and I was in a Mario game. I couldn't find my friend so I thought I would teleport him. I opened a portal and reached in with my hand. As I started to pull something out (assuming it's my friend) its arm came out and I woke up .
WAKE

Nothing last night. I recall wondering why my boyfriend's goatee had split into three equal parts. I woke up over and over throughout the night - just couldn't get comfortable - and kept trying to WILD, but I feel like it just made it worse. Normally I can remember my dreams pretty well, but not from last night. I think I actually stressed myself out so much about remembering them that I forgot. Reading more about WILD to make sure I'm not doing something wrong today, and trying again tonight.