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I remember a bus that was supposed to be taking us to Florida but so many things delayed us that by the time we were about to leave I wake up. (I actually do have a trip to Florida in the spring.)

Took a little break from weed, so my dreams are much more clear. Woke up around 5 a.m. this morning and decided I would write this dream down because it felt very real.

First thing I remember was hanging out with Kenny a lot. We were almost like best friends I guess. My heart was kind of confused though, like it thought I was gay and I was starting to like him. I knew that wasn't right, so my unconscious mind set out to figure what was wrong as the dream kept going. I realized that it wasn't Kenny that I was crushing on (lol) but Trang! Suddenly I remembered and had made the connection, because Kenny and Trang were pretty close at one point (probably still are). I remember telling Steven in person I think, and he just laughs.

Dream switches into LoL mode. It's 5v5 and all I remember playing with was Trang lol. She's on the other team with a bunch of her friends (Shannon too I believe), vs. me and all my friends. Not really going into details of the game, but it was pretty fun and it was a good way to "bond," even though it's not realistic, it made me feel closer to her in the dream. I think I end up actually going AFK the last game because my dad needed me and I totally forgot I was playing.

Dream switches and suddenly I see this little kid (not me) opening a Christmas present that was wrapped in scotch tape lol. It turns out to be a paint ball handgun. Then, the little kid becomes me all of a sudden. I load the handgun and start shooting everywhere. There's paint all over the walls and I feel like my parents are going to kill me, but I'll just repaint it before they see. As weird as the dream already is (I've never touched a paintball gun or shot one), my parents see and they say nothing. I decide, eh, time to clean up, so I go into the garage to get the paint, but then I think to myself, "Dude... there's not really paint on the walls, your just in a dream." and decide to go shower. (No lucidity wtfff blah) I remember one tiny little detail where my mom gets mad at me for wiping paint off my face with a dirty cloth, and I respond saying "I'm gonna shower anyway."

Dream switches, and I'm now in bed naked because it was blazing ass hot. I remember feeling like I was Nam, and Dan saying like "Oh I respect that." Weird. All my friends were dressing up for Nikki's 2nd birthday party which was more formal. I wasn't going I think. I was chatting on wc3 it seemed like, and Michelle Han was talking to her friends in /all. I was confused and asked if she was talking to me, she said nah, and she said she was going to a kickback (she referred it to something else, but I forgot). Suddenly she's in my bed with her phone in her hand, on facetime, but on a blackberry. She's literally "showing off" me to her friends when she decided not to go to the kickback I guess lol. I catch a glimpse of what I'm seeing-- people partying, and her best friend Tracy on the other phone. Then I see us, and she's all up on me! Like straight up like she was my girlfriend. As soon as I saw that, she climbed up onto me, kind of stroked my penis up to my chest, and started to look at me. I grabbed her face and I kissed her, but I didn't do anything else because I felt like my friends were around me lol. This is where I woke up and was likeee "damn."

I'm in a blue car we are driving up to a warhouse. We pull up inside and me and four other guys get out with our guns. We climb a ladder to get and advantage point and then we wait. Then they begin to come out out. Men dressed in black armor ran out from different places shooting at us. As I find all of them on my scope I shoot killing them. (The sex part I'll keep to myself.)

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place like a restaurant. It may have been on the second floor of a bulding. The wall to my right had a couple windows, which may have had thin, white curtains over them. I sat at a small, round table. There was a larger, round table in front of mine.

My family sat down at the larger table. Somebody, possibly my mom, sat down with her chair pulled slightly out and to the side, so she kind of faced me.

My oldest nephew, as he looked when he was young, maybe nine or ten years old, crept up and hid behind the woman's body. I saw him do it. I was pretty sure he'd wanted me to see him, like he was only acting shy so I'd come right up and talk to him.

So I stood up and walked behind the woman. I may have started talking to my nephew.

Dream #2

I was in the driveway of "my family's house." The driveway was on the left side of the house, unlike IWL. My sister had a huge SUV. She and her kids were already inside it. My sister was apparently going to take me somewhere, possibly home or to a hotel. But she asked me to go get some keys out of the house for her.

At first it seemed like these keys may have been for the car, or for some car I was being taken to. We couldn't leave without them. But I may have found these keys.

At some point I was in the hallway, probably on a threshold to a room, talking with my mom. My mom may have seemed to be a lot taller than I, as if she were a giant or I were a kid.

I may have gone back outside to have my sister send me back into the house again. This time my sister needed keys for something for one of my nephews.

My nephew apparently needed to go to the doctor. But the keys were necessary for something regarding either the doctor's office or my nephew's actual body.

I went back into the house. I may have gone into the basement. It seemed like it was taking me a really long time to find the keys. I may have decided to give up and tell my sister that maybe she should look.

But then I was in the kitchen. I opened a drawer and found the keys inside, laying on a blank pad of sketch paper. There were three keys on a ring. They may have been inside a clear, plastic baggie.

Dream #3

I was at some theatre. At first I was in some part of the lobby. I was getting ready to watch some performance like a college or high school performance. Some kids who'd be performing were in the lobby, talking with each other. One of them was a tall, black boy.

Now I was in the theatre with my friend H. We sat in the very front row, on the very left end. The stage seemed normal, though slightly elevated. It was all black, and a blue spotlight shone on it. There may have been something like a wooden-barred cage on the stage.

Something about this performance may have had to do with Kiyoshiro Imawano and, possibly, Ryuichi Sakamoto. My friend H seemed to be really excited about this. But I got mad at her. I told her, "I've seen Kiyoshiro Imawano and ----- (possibly Ryuichi Sakamoto) performing here before!"

I was so mad at H for once more forgetting the details of my life that I had her twisted sideways, down on my lap. I had her head twisted up at a really painful angle toward the stage.

Now the play began. A bunch of kids kept coming out and introducing themselves. The play seemed to be about a bunch of cool, artistic kids all living together. As each kid took introduced him or herself, he or she would take a spot somewhere on stage.

A few black boys walked out and introduced themselves. I recognized one of them as one of the kids talking in the lobby. The stage was now low and bowed out in a kind of wide U-shape. I felt like the stage was smashing against my knees.

I remembered that my friend H had said she didn't have time to come to the show, and how she'd see me to the show and then leave. But, I happily remarked, H had come in and sat down with me. Now the show had started, and H still hadn't tapped my shoulder or anything to let me know she was leaving. She must have wanted to stay!

But I now looked over to H's seat. H was gone. She had left without telling me. She may have left a book in her chair.

This morning I recalled a dream.

Went sleeping 01:30

The dream:
It all started on a flight station. Me, my sister and her boyfriend were gonna order some tickets as we would next day fly to another country and have a couple of days vacation.
We was order tickets through a touchscreen computer, first my sister and her boyfriend made an order for their tickets. Then it was mine turn and I choosed which date I want to fly and then it was not much more to fill in, not what I could see anyway.
We then went to get our tickets and headed home for packing bags and stuffs.

When I'm home I am looking at the ticket and I can now see that it's also written what flight home I have choosen. Was it only 2 days in the other country we would be?
I asked my sister when we are coming home, as I hadn't filled in on the touchscreen computer of what date I want to fly back, because it made up a date automatic.
My sister then make it clear that I have been order my ticket wrong, that I should have picked 1 more day in the other country (idk what country we were going to, but a warm place).

I start packing my bag fast and wonder how many pairs of pants I need, I thought that about 5-10 pairs would be enough for 2-3 days ()
Then I reach the phone and call the airport and asking if they can change it, so I can stay one more day in the country as my sister and her boyfriend would.
But the girl on the phone is telling me that it's not possible as I already have order and taken out my ticket.


And then the dream recall faded.


Woke up 06:30
but kept on sleeping to 08:00 and first then wrote down what dream I'd.

Dream 1
I was jogging in the greenway I could feel the strain in my legs, it felt like I had been jogging for a long time. I saw Brock Lesnar jogging too. A I jogged I came up to a sort of platform that went up in a spiral and as I climbed it I could feel my thighs burning. An old lady was very impressed.

Dream 2
There was a warehouse near the greenway and Omar was there with some other guy. I think Stringer Bell was there and I think they had a gunfight also.

Dream 3
In the Bronx there were crips walking around and they saw some bloods and chased them into a narrow path. Then more bloods and crips showed up there crip girls and blood girls, some younger members showed up in shopping trollies and were pushed down the hill to attack.

It was just weird.

Dream 4
Batista was in bed with a woman and he said something about being cheap. It turned out that is was a promo fro his appearance on Donna (I imagine that she's a talk show host or something). He was wearing a purple shirt open like Vic Vance's leisure suit on GTA:Vice City. The camera zoomed out and I could see a studio and "Donna".

Fragment
I was defending a space station in Combat Evolved. I was holding a rifle and had shot some grunts.

14.11.2011

Contract (WILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Journeying downward, into the dark, the depths, from which there will be no return, I make haste in my flight.

Curved, snaking passageways, of naturally-hewn black rock, mark my ever descending path.

At the end, at the lowest reaches, a god awaits me. And he's thrilled to see me.

First, a test: a battle, versus a cloaked wraith.

I draw my sword from my side, and begin my assault, flashing steel hitting it's mark, but to no avail. I toss it aside, as the wraith strikes with its own blade.

Why do I bother with these anymore? I think to myself as the enemy's weapon strikes my flesh, and stops without making a scratch. It seems almost surprised.

I grab it from the ground at my side. I draw it, five feet long, my true sword, white sheath and ornate, dragon-like grip, given to me by a close friend, so many dreams ago.

My smile is demonic as I lash out, cutting through the wraith as if though it were nothing. Piercing and slashing, every cut is wonderfully perfect, joyfully precise. As I sever the wraith, bit by bit, the god is all but ecstatic.

But there's a problem.

Someone else is here.

“I'll take care of it,” I say, preparing to wipe the man in the shadows.

But the god responds harshly, forbidding me from using that ability in his presence.

Probably for the best, I think, darting to the spy, eviscerating him, and ripping my blade across his throat.

I switch to his perspective and watch myself stand there, powerful and absolute, long, beautiful blade in hand, the god just behind. I feel the warm blood erupt from his open neck, our neck, drenching us in a wet, red warmth. I solemnly experience his demise, fading as he does. . . slowly. . . painfully. . . without hope.

13.11.2011

Specks of Light (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Constant tracing.

Stuck between infinitely constraining parameters.

This is my dream.

Again.

And again.

And again I trace, searching for a way out, a way to break free, but there is none. I'm confined within myself, and I WON'T FUCKING HAVE IT!

I call death upon my constraints, little points of light, wiped out of existence, one by one until only a void remains in my rampage. But soon it's filled, as millions upon millions of shimmering lights are drawn around me.

I could do it; wipe them all out in a single swipe. . . but what are they? Why did wiping those other specks tear at me the way it did?

I'll stop. . .

For now.

12.11.2011

Close to Home (Non-Lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My brother is here. As is my mother and father.

I find this somewhat unusual, as I wander through my home, and they interact with me so jovially.

But no matter.

In the garage, now, I feel like practicing some guitar, so, using my TK, I pull it from my upstairs room, phasing it through a few walls on its way to me. Unfortunately, the neck is screwed up, most of the frets are missing, and the strings are incredibly short as result.

Just a glorified bowl.

I take a look around, noticing my brother coming down the stairs behind me. I doubt he'll have an issue with it, so I fill up the guitar with cocoa rice krispies and milk and start to chow down, moving out of the garage, towards the driveway, only to have my father stop me sternly.

He warns me about watching my behavior, and suggests I head back inside.

I oblige.
______________

We're hosting a house party, and there's lots to do, especially in the kitchen and out back.

Cleaning needs to be done, and things need to be cooked.

I help the best I can.
______________

Sitting on a cheap bed, in what seems to be a dank hotel room, I notice the dark outside, the sketchy neon street signs, and wonder what I'm doing here. . .

11.11.2011

Enter: The Messenger (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's someone outside, roving the grounds of the ancient place of worship. Meeting them in a field, patchy grass, yellow and green, I demand to know them.

“Oh, just a god,” he says, nonchalantly.

Oh, how rich, I think as I laugh a long maniacal laugh, the likes of which chills even my bones.

“A god, you say?” I can't help smirking.

“Yes, god of messages. Zeus' personal messenger, as it would so happen to be.”

“Ha. Right,” I say, lifting off the ground, preparing for what I believe will be an easy fight. “You won't mind proving it to me, then.”

He smiles as he draws a blade of energy from his side. I match his with my own, switching to my Energy Sword with a press of a button.

SKWISH!

We clash.

SKWISH!

And again.

No one is gaining ground, so I toss my blade aside and draw out a Katana from it's place at my side. His sword transforms into a rapier, much to his surprise. And much to my surprise, he's more than adept with it, skewering my stomach in due haste, my Katana unable to even scratch him.

FWI---

I try to start up a volley of teleportation assisted attacks, but. . . I can't. All I see after each attempt, instead of a vulnerable back, is his smiling figure, all too ready for me.

Screw it. I toss my sword aside.

“Bankai!”

My energy surfaces and bursts from my body in a blue flaming jet. He's still smiling. The bastard.

Even as I twist and contort his body, tearing into his throat, he grins, unaffected.

And in a moment, I'm distracted. There's some monsters nearby that need taking care of. . .
______________

You shouldn't do that. I hear him in my head.

Screw you.

With a wave of my hand I release all the lock, the controls, sending this bus of a plane down a long and bumpy road, crashing it, stranding the passengers.

That's it. I'm done with this. I'm going to kill him.

Making my way to the main compartment, I'm bombarded with insults and complaints from the passengers. I ignore them the best I can, searching for that damned messenger, who was here moments before.

The insults continue, so I shut up everyone in the room with a wave, zip, and press of my fingers, binding their mouths shut with a few well placed Ats. Except for one girl who somehow remains free from my control.

I'm gonna get it, she tells me. I'm gonna be in for a world of trouble when that messenger from Hades gets back, she insists.

“What? What do you mean, Hades?”

But she won't answer my inquiry as she continues to shout at me.

“SHUT UP!”

She won't.

My alarm wakes me.

This one involved Slenderman D=

So the dream started with me and my cousin sitting in my house, watching TV. Suddenly, there's a blood-curdling scream from upstairs. We run up and see Slenderman standing over my mom's bed, with nobody else in sight. Slendy teleports in front of us. I desperately flail my fists at it and ask my cousin for help. He says something about terms of use being subject to change and runs behind Slendy to hit it. Suddenly we're downstairs again, with Slendy in the middle of the living room. I run up to it and grab it's head and start to twist it, trying to snap it's neck. I wake up.
Also, Slendy was wearing a blue (instead of black) suit, kinda like the Tenth Doctor's. Odd.

Delted

4/26/2011
I woke up laying in my bed and Jordan walks into my room and stops at the foot of my bed. Then I ask her, "Jordan, can I have a hug?" She kind of laughed unexpectedly, and said "Sure." So I got up, took off the blanket, and gave her a hug. Then I ended up picking her up and falling into my lounge chair, and she started laughing and telling me to stop, playfully. But I let go of her waist and she still acted as if I was holding on. She didn't get up until I told her to. And then someone, it must have been an administrator from my school because Kourtney(I didn't see her face and she disappeared right after)gave him something for the school. And then I got a little book to give to him too, and he rejected it and told me to keep it. After that there's a gap in the dream, but I must have asked Jordan something bad, because she said, "How could you ruin this house of God?" And then it got blurry and started to fade, I think she said, " We'll see" sometime after that." It trails off from there.

4/25/2011
My first attempt to enter a LD/Sleep Paralysis
I laid down and relaxed, started to meditate, keeping my mind awake but letting my body fall apart from my mind. After about 30-35 minutes, I started hearing weird thumping noises. Then I had an OBE, and my "body" sank a foot into the bed, while my head remained on the pillow. After an excitement awakening, I must have drifted off and woken up 2 hours later. Then sporadic dreams throughout the night that I couldn't recall.

M I R A G E

Me And My Family Are In A Car.(In A City,Maybe New Orleans) My Parents Mention Something About Cousins And A Picture Of Their House Is Flashed Several Times(Except,Their House Seems Abandoned,Rustic,And Run Down.)The City Scene Shifts To An Indoor Rollerskating/Wrestling Arena/ Paintball Store.There Are Gym Mats Everywhere.I Am Then Taking Rollerskating Lessons From A Black Male.(I Actually Met This Guy In Real Life At A Local Skatepark ) After Awhile He Says '"Let's Take A Break." The Scene Shifts,The Black Male Is Trying To Sell Me Paintball Gear Or Maybe Rollerskates.Later, We Watch A Wrestling Match Between A Very Buff Woman And 2 Buff Men.Someone Screams And I Look Behind Me.The Wall Is Completely Gone And A Stormy Ocean Has Appeared.Very Gloomy.Lightning Strikes And Then A Huge Tsunami Hits .It Crashes And I'm Blind For A Few Seconds.When I Regain Vision,A King Figure Comes Out Of The Water With Followers.They're Carrying Candles And Chanting.Everyone,Including Myself,Start To Huddle.The Scene Shifts As Were Walking Into A Hilly Forest Area. My Deceased Grandfather Appears And Is Connected To Me By A Harness And Rope .As Everyone Continues To Travel Uphill, My Grandfather Disappears And We All Arrive At A House From One Of My Earlier Dreams.As We Arrive I Begin To Here Very Loud Noises.(Like Chainsaws And Lawnmowers). I See A Truck With Lawncare Equipment.(I Later Discover Once I Wake Up That The Loud Noises I Heard Are From My Mom Using The Blender In The Kitchen)When I Look At The House I See My Grandfather Sitting On The Front Porch Steps ,Smiling.

-End Of Dream-