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28.08.2010

The Cult (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This looks less than safe.

As I enter the old-tyme, run-down, elevator, I cant help but notice the slanted walls and stain-splattered, dirty yellow upholstery. The door squeaks shut as I randomly hit a floor. I have nowhere to go but up, after all.

My wretched metal tomb lurches as it moves, slowly, upwards into this forsaken hotel. . .

DING!

Hmm. That went better than expected, I muse as I exit the elevator, into the much more luxurious, five-star hotel floor. Walking down the hallways, I pass some strange looking fellows. Very well dressed, but not in any discernible uniform. They greet me kindly, and I return the gesture, rounding the corner into a large meeting room. Ornate pillars dot the perimeter of the area, and off to the left stand numerous folding chairs lined in pew-like rows. Each chair faces forward, toward, a marble altar, complete with curved stairs and huge red and gold-trimmed banners sporting some indistinguishable symbol.

Striding to the chairs, I take a seart. Almost instantly, people begin to stream in and take up seats around me. It becomes clear this is some kind of cult, and they're about to have a mass. I don't belong here. Maybe if I lie low, no one will notice--what am I doing? Standing up, I draw my Katana from my side. The DCs around me gasp and scramble out of the way as I begin my trek out of this ridiculous place.

Two guards block my path out. Not waiting for them to move, I strike them down. . . Or, that's what would have happened if my blade had actually cut. From behind me, "Look at how weak he is. He can't even cut us with his sword."

Like hell, I can't.

I turn quickly and Flash Step to the source of the voice: a colorfully robed man with a golden staff. We fight. My nimble slashes find their way past his rather poor defenses, but each blow I land doesn't even graze him. He begins laughing.

"Bankai!"

Energy bursts out around me and encircles my blade. Swiping downward, I cleave his staff in two. I don't hear any laughter as I shove my Katana through his shoulder. Looking into his eyes, I make sure he understands, 'I'm not done yet.'

"Reverse Bankai, Resurrection!"

My view pops out to third person as light surrounds my body. I feel my sword merge with me, encasing my hands and lower arms, turning them into massive, symmetrical hammers. My grip on the dream wavers. Everything starts to fade away. . .

Oh no you don't.

Utilizing seat of my pants attention manipulation, I'm able to recreate the dream, keeping my new, taller, more muscular form. Unfortunately, I'm no longer in that room. Before me lies a long and perilous staircase, into the heavens. Starting the long climb, towards what I assume is the final battle with the cult leader, three armed men assault me from behind.

My hammers make quick work of their futile attempts to cut me. Two of them I crush outright, while the other survives my initial pound long enough to inform me I've already killed the robed man from before, along with twelve others. This thought sits well with me as I continue my endless climb.

No recall whatsoever from last night, so here is my only recent lucid.

08/16/10



I'm in a house with many rooms, interlocking and placed at odd angles. My surroundings are mostly wood - hardwood floors and ceilings, solid oak banisters as I climb the stairs. There's a darkness here, I can feel it, caused by a multitude of tortured spirits trapped within the rooms.

I'm looking for one in particular.

At the top of the stairs, on the second floor, I come to a bathroom. I nudge the door open. It creaks as it moves, opening into a plain bathroom. The floor is dark tile, and there's an empty jacuzzi tub to my left. On the right side of the bathroom is the vanity, and on the far right of the room is a shower stall.

I step into the room and close the door behind me, knowing that this is where my clue is. I stand straight and compose myself, reaching for a particular feeling. I focus on cold, inky blackness, on the unyielding terror of a nightmare, and pull it from inside me. I watch the paint on the walls peel, rust streaking across water-soaked walls.

It has something to do with the water, I think vaguely, allowing myself to move on autopilot. I have to drown. I step into the shower stall, and watch the door close behind me. Water begins to gush into the stall, held in by the waterproof seal on the doors. It won't make any difference if I try to escape now. The water is up to my knees now, filling up fast. It takes only seconds to reach my neck, and in no time at all, I'm completely submerged.

I blink through the cloudy green haze that encompasses my vision. I feel calm, the quiet confidence that accompanies lucidity. I take a breath, and feel clean fresh air enter my lungs. My breathing pattern is steady.

I step out of the shower stall as the water drains away, and look at the tub across from me. It isn't empty.

Blood overflows from the white acrylic tub, spilling over the side and staining the tile floor. In the water is a body, twisted and mutilated. Its skin is flayed off, and its stringy hair hangs limply into the water. The creature grasps weakly at the side of the tub and lifts its head, trying to crawl out.

I meet the thing's eyes, and go to kneel beside it.

"Your employment ended poorly, I take it."

I saw this man in an earlier dream. A mercenary. He and his brother worked for an enemy of mine. They tried to kill me at the time.

He mumbles something.

"You're dead." I inform him.

A hollow, rasping laugh.

"Tell me where to find him."

He does.

I leave the apparition to his torment, and let the nightmare fall away. I'm standing in the hallway, looking out into the bright sunlight.

Maybe I'll go flying.

The Otherworld. Scare Factor: 3.

I actually couldn't remember any specific task I wanted to complete at that time. I ended up searching in my long-term memory, and thinking of Walms. I actually managed to teleport somewhere to look for him, but no actual success.

I am, however, getting better at teleporting.

I ran into the person I was chasing later, as well. There was a lot of talking that I don't remember.

August 27: I was in like in a office that sort of resembled a dentist office, I was being given a tour by a woman tour guide with other kids (like 5 kids) and right off the bat the woman mentions right now we are dreaming but as if she were referring to "you" as if it was personal. there was one guy(kid) in the dentist like seat faced backwards and with a mask for gas to put him into sleep so he could dream. The tour went on and we realized that this tour became a dare game too. so they dared me to play a chord on a piano in the lounge room by a kid who was asleep on a couch behind me. I played a major chord of some sort and the kid asked me to stop.

next dream phase was me walking down my suburban neighborhood street, but houses were like lakehouses that were perched upon hills with nice back patios. and I saw a couple up on one patio

next dream phase i was a kid with kids and the kids had instead of using the word idea they had replaced it with sauce...(weird)

August28:nothing recalled

8/26/2010
This dream has been a reoccurring dream. I am with someone and it is night. We are running fro the police or some sort of authority. We scale fences and run through the neighborhood trying to avoid being caught. We end up getting into a house that is does not have people in it. The owners are on vacation . We begin turning on lights in the house but I notice that the neighbors are out on their deck and can see into the house. I realize that the neighbors will contact the police once they see someone in the house. We get out of the house and begin to run.

The dream was very familiar to me.

I started at first on some sort of ride or something. There were seats, and FR and DA were there. I scowled; I hate them. I was with KA and some others. We sat down in the row in front. I was talking to KA in some "secret language" that was really just talking with a really high pitched voice. But it was so mussy that no one else seemed to understand. I also kept making these high pitched sounds that would lift us off of the ground and let us float.

Somehow I ended up walking at some park. JO was there and he tried to put his arm around me. I pushed him away. Then some random blonde guy came to me and did so. I let him. He was really tall. I hugged his as we walked; I really liked him.

Then we were getting ready to fly or something, and I took his hand in my and twined my fingers around his. The next thing I knew we were in a sort of sling, and I was making my weird high-pitched noises to make us fly.

1. I was in some sort of swamp area with my dad in his boat.

2. I was asleep on the couch when Katy Perry was performing on NBC news. In my dream, I was at my computer and my sister was playing this song on the computer. I said, "Turn that crap off!" then I woke up, only to hear that the song was still playing. I must have sub-consciously heard the song while I was half-sleeping or something.

So, these single sentence entries are nice and all, but I'm worried they're making me complacent when it comes to writing up full entries.

My question, to those who care enough to respond, is what should I do about it?

I was thinking of limiting myself to no more than 5 Triple S's between full entries. Of course, this is assuming that these little bite sized snacks aren't quite cutting it for you gaiz. But if everyone is fine with them, or if some actually prefer these to fully detailed entries, let me know so I can make a more informed decision. Personally, I'm fine with either, but I really want to bring a certain level of quality to this DJ. To do that, I need to know what you, the reader, want from me.

To make this simple (and since I can't make a poll out of this), I'll write a list of possible things you may want to see more/less. Simply pick a number, and comment with that number and an optional elaboration, if it's not too much trouble, that is.

Here we go:

1. These little sizzler things don't leave me feeling full. I'd prefer a real meal from you, word-slave.
2. I like these newfangled single sentence entries. They're short, sweet, and still have enough flavorful detail to keep me coming back.
3. Give me both, in equal helpings. Or else.
4. Moar Bonus Entries of Doom, please. I need them to better construct my personality profile of you, so that when I kill you, and wear your skin, no one will notice a change in your behavior and become suspicious.
5. Those multi-dream entries have some pretty cool stories, bro. Why don't you do more of those, instead?
6. I have another opinion which I will now explain to you:

I wanted to go outside, but not alone. I took my brother and sister with me. It was a big park with a path leading into the distance and great big trees with lots of shade. I climbed up the massive roots of one of the trees and onto a sort of moutain some meters above the ground. I looked around, then this gang of men showed up. They were talking to me and taking photos. I got real scared cause I thought they were going to attack me, then my brother came up and took me back inside. Along the way they kept following us and I kept my head down. On the path there were like these stingrays all lined up and breathing, staring at the sky and us as we walked by. They looked a bit more dinosaur like and had spikes too and they were all over the place. My brother took me inside. (and thats all I remember)

27.08.2010

Classes are over (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Thursday night... cards night... little sleep! Two fragments.

First:

- Classes were over for summer.
- Three classrooms.
- One of the classes emptied.
- There was one class that I just needed to know how to read to pass it.
- That class had wooden furniture.
- One class taught philosophy.
- Wanted to use fireworks to celebrate something, I think the 4th of July.

Missed Dream Signs:
- The fact I was going to class. I do not go to school.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for the ToTM

27.08.2010

Wet Project (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Thursday night... cards night... little sleep! Two fragments.

First:

- It was cloudy and rainy.
- The floor was wet and I was running, like to class.
- Needed to be the first one.
- I saw several female DC holding a big project. It was getting all wet.
- I helped them and ran to class.
- I had a project on my own too.

Missed Dream Signs:
- The fact I was going to class. I do not go to school.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for the ToTM

I remember being in our school's gym. Ken and I had made some sort of roller coaster, built into the bleachers.
A girl that I know came up to us and asked if she could ride. We told her it was five dollars. She handed the bill to me, and got in the coaster car. We started it. After it had gotten to the last bleacher, it stopped and she got out. Then she vomited. And again, and again..
"Thanks for nothing!" She yelled at us, and walked away barfing. l0l. It was so weird.

On the first "day" of my dream, my school caught on fire. It was badly damaged, and everyone rushed out of the school.
The next "day", I remember riding in my mom's car to school. I kept telling her how stupid it was that we were not out of school that day. As we arrived, I looked at the school. Everything seemed to be back to normal, I only saw a few blackened smears. I rode around back and can't recall what happened from there. Then I remember being in our library. There was a deep pond in the middle. I don't know what was in there, but it may have been piranhas. I remember throwing these clear balls full of water as fish food. It was weird.

Today was a little better than yesterday.

1. I've received a message from Mr. Rogers, my old band director, in response to my (irl) request that he tell his students that my saxophone is for sale. He doesn't really answer the request at all, but just says something to the effect of "you need to come and visit more often."
I woke up and was thinking about selling the saxophone and for a second thought this had actually happened.

2. I've found one of my white pairs of shorts, somewhere around the house where it doesn't belong, and I wonder how it got here, and frustratedly take it.


That's all for today. Though I was lazy, and fell asleep about 3 times after my alarm went off and had various dreams which I've forgotten all about.

John Ritter and his Cronies

My inner world gets invaded by assholes, they infect Asuka with dark energy. They are being led by John Ritter? WTF. They turn me into a child and say that John is my father and will take good care of me. Um ok.

I have a FA and Asuka is a ghost over my bed with black crap coming from her mouth. I can't move and I'm paralyzed.

I will hunt you down one by one.

I catch up with the cronies in another dream. They keep telling me There's nothing i can do to get Asuka back. I say you guys are tough while together but mark my words. I will find each one of you alone and rip you to shreds... one by one. They blast me through a portal and laugh.

Taking one down

Data creates an invisible bomb and gives it to me. He says I should be a bird when going into one of the person's inner world or they will know it's me. I turn into a raven and go through a portal into the person's inner world. There's a few people there watching a TV So I fly into their apartment and go to the main lounge chair. I manifest human arms and read a newspaper to blend in a bit. I then find someone and implant the bomb inside them. I wait for a while and fly out waiting for an explosion but nothing happens. Data tells me he didn't make it properly.... Shit.

HH

Someone keeps feeding me HH messages saying that Asuka has no need for me anymore.

I sadly do not remember much of my dream, I do remember that it was from the perspective of two people at the same time, which was very strange, and that both were in some kind of desolate place along with some other people. All of us had gas masks on and were preparing for some kind of assault by piling up bricks and other debris. I/We (The two people I was seeing through) turn around and suddenly we now have a small abandoned house, now surrounded with a low wall of debris. We take cover inside and board the door shut. The group realizes too late that one of the pair I was seeing through is still outside and my vision switches to just that person. Suffice to say I woke up rather quickly when a group of mutated animals started tearing me apart.

Notes: Once again, I believe I was influenced by the game S.T.A.L.K.E.R.