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Last night I had the strangest dreams. The first dream started out where I was at the base of this mountain. It was green with grass and had a mist that hung in certain parts. As I made my way I up noticed a wall at the side of the mountain path as if to stop people from falling. It was black and had spirals with flowers at the end carved into it. When I reached the mountain peak I looked over and saw a whole community. Then I looked around and noticed that I was on a space colony due to the curvature of the land. It reminded me of the old colony concept art I saw when I was really young.

Something was off though, there weren't any people. I found an alternative pathway that lead downward, when out of nowhere a person appeared. I can't quite recall if it was a man or women, but I do remember it telling me that the colony was under some sort of marshal law that restricted when you can and cannot go outside. Just then, people started pouring out of their houses and the community bustled with people. I went down there, but I can't recall much after that. All I know is that there was a mother with a child seeking to escape the community which eventually lead the security forces getting involved.

The last dream was a little disturbing. It started out in my World History class where a group was presenting on some world event. They passed out this fill in the blanks paper that was from a song they were about to sing. They started singing it and some of the blanks were quite strange. One was "aliens" another was "senorita" and "industry". The class felt the song was so tear-jerking that they began to cry. I just sat there chuckling away.

Everything around me changed though I soon found myself watching a man aboard a train trying to derail to win some competition with an enemy that just so happened to be on the train with him. The competition itself took place in another city though and I don't quite recall what exactly it was all about. The train itself looked like an old 1920's locomotive.

The man had messed with the train while it was stationed at a platform not to far from the city itself. As the train pulled out of the station, he jumped out and watched from a distance. It was miles away when it exploded and the smoke cloud looked more like a small little puff of air. With his opponent now gone, the man made his way to the city where he meet a women with a single child which seemed similar to the one in my previous dream. Apparently, the child was going to fill his fathers footsteps and participate in the competition that his father was going to. Both the child and that mother had bitter feelings towards this man suspecting something was up with him. The drama ensues as the man fell in love with the mother and tried wining over her heart, but failed miserably. As the dream neared the end, the mother told the man to follow her into some park in the day. It cycled back to an area I remembered in the first dream in the space colony. When they arrived she told him that he was someone important, but the dream abruptly ended after that due to me getting a call at 8:00 in the morning.

After I fell back asleep, I was at a pool surrounded by stadium seats that were filled with people. This dream was more surreal than anything else because there were ducks engaging in synchronized swimming to classical music. When they were finished, there were very few claps from the crowds because they sucked.

I have to say, my recall certainly is getting better. Although to be honest, these dreams were borderline nightmare because of their creepiness. But nevertheless, I still enjoy the recall!

So Im walking to my house from the store and I notice mushroom cloud explosions going off in the distance as well as UFO's shooting green and pink laser beams at my neighbors. So I freak out and run as fast as I can back to my house but in dreams i always run really slow.

When I walk through the door I see my dad and little brother kicking it in the living room unaware of whats going on. I realize all of a sudden that my dad is brainwashed by the aliens because he is just sitting on the couch staring into space. I pull my little brother into the kitchen and hand him a big knife and arm myself with a butcher knife.

Then an alien pig and an alien cat teleport into my house and start viciously attacking me. My little brother runs away and leaves the knife while I am stabbing the alien pig furiously. But the pigs wounds heal instantly and I realize that the fight is futile and jump out of the window and run down the street.

When I woke up I felt kinda ashamed that I left my brother and father in the hands of the alien pig but o well.

25/03/11

Wasn't lucid but everything was vivid.

I'm trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with my little sister, my grandma, and my mum. I don't know where my dad is. Probably a zombie.
I clearly remember the last half of my dream so I'll write it down. After being safely secured into a fairly nice apartment unit (maybe on the 3rd or 4th storey) I try to keep the door shut against the zombies with various things: a chair, a bookshelf, a towel (?), amongst other things That aren't too clear. The sun is setting and the zombies are getting more and more ravenous. My sister appears next to me trying to help keep the door secure and the zombies start banging against the door - they smell blood. I start to get frantic and for some reason a boy vaguely appears and he tries to help me but ends up tearing the doorhandle out and weakening the defences on the door. I remember thinking that he was a total idiot and that we were all going to die. A zombie gnashes its teeth and stares into the hole where the doorhandle used to be and the zombies in my dreams don't look like normal movie zombies. They looks like slimy, starved half men half Gollum creatures with slits for a nose and big round eagle eyes and hundreds of razor sharp teeth. They are grey/blue in colour and are totally wild creatures. The zombie manages to push the door open a fraction and it slithers a hand in to push down the objects holding the door closed against the swarm of zombies and now I am the only one and the only thing stopping the zombies from coming in. My sister is still there but she is helplessly staring at the dire scenario. I try to gouge the zombie's eyes but it manages to prick my forefiger and my middle finger with its teeth and I know right then and there that I was going to 'change' into a zombie.
I remember feeling the pain when the zombie cut me and I could see the blood on my fingers so well. I remember sucking the blood and suddenly the zombies stopped trying to come into the apartment and they moved on in a slow swarm - possibly finding an easier kill. I opened the door and started to follow them but then I turned back to my sister who was standing in the doorway and I said, in distress, "I can't do it. I can't go with them yet. I need to say goodbye to everyone."
So I went back inside to the lounge where my mum and my grandma were sitting and my sister sat down on the couch with them. The sun has fully set and the flourescent lights in the room were flickering. I showed my mum my cut fingers and she couldn't see them too well. She didn't really understand what I was telling her, so I told her, "I got bitten."
I remember feeling the terror and desperation I felt at that very moment. Those emotions felt so real at the time and I started shaking and pacing up and down saying "I don't want to change. I need to kill myself before I change. Can you kill me mum? Can you kill me?"
My mum looked terrified and my little sister said "You're going to kill yourself?!" in a very incredulous voice.
"Do you have a knife? A rope? Sleeping pills?" I started yelling.
My grandma just sighed and told me to look in her sewing kit (in real life she actually has this sewing kit that she used all the time) for her sleeping pills.
I obeyed and gave her a big jar of large green pills. She started cutting them open and pouring the contents onto a newspaper to put into a glass of water and while she was doing it I was terrified I wouldn't be able to kill myself before I changed into a zombie.
I asked my mum when I would 'change' and she replied, "You have five minutes."
"FIVE MINUTES?!"
I sat down next to my mum and meditated to try and stop the change happening and for a moment I thought maybe I was different. Maybe I could stop myself from changing. And While I was meditating and concentrating on not changing I could the change rise up from deep within me (it was a strange, hot, angry, and desperate sort of feeling) and I kept trying to push it back down. But then my vision went black and the last thing I saw before I collapsed sideways onto the couch was my grandma chopping up green pill after green pill and I could feel extremely intense agony in my torso and I remember screaming and it sounded inhumane and metallic (like the zombies) and I totally blacked out and my mum was trying to comfort me while I was changing and my last thought before i woke up was how I wished my grandma would hurry up so I could kill myself.

Very morbid dream and I woke up still feeling the echo of the pain that I felt in my dream. I feel pain quite often in my dreams and although it's distressing at times it only takes me half an hour or so to recover from the dream. However, after this dream I spent the whole morning yelling at my sister and feeling really angry and distressed and I couldn't face anyone. I ended having to get high and that helped me. I wonder if this is normal?

I was on a train. Two guys noticed that they both had Swiss Gear backpacks. I showed them mine, and they laughed when they saw I had one, too. I realized one of the guys was Eric Weller.

“Eric?” I blinked. He pointed at himself as if to make sure I was talking to him.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to be Eric. Who are you supposed to be?” The phrasing of his question was bizarre. I replied in a manner that struck it down.

“I’m Josh.”

“Oh! Right!” Awkward silence followed. We got off the train and came to a room with strangely shaped windows… It was painted purple throughout. I thought about how much I wanted to realize I was dreaming. Then, confused by the origins of the thought, I looked around. I was dreaming! I grabbed Eric by the shoulders.

“Dude, we’re in a dream. What do you feel like doing?”

“I dunno…”

“Neither do I! Let’s fly!” I threw him out the window forcibly and jumped out after him. He didn’t know how to fly, so he just tumbled toward the rugged mountain valleys below us. I swooped down and pointed a finger at him to levitate his body in the air.

“What are you doing?!” he cried, waving his arms.

“Try moving. Float up.” As I spoke, he drifted upward. He panicked when he couldn’t change directions, however, and I had to bring him down with my magic finger. “You’re bad at this…” I brought him down to a boat on the side of a mountain. I gave my intent to summon Nicole, and voila! There she was, standing on the deck. She looked around, then at me. “Welcome to my dream,” I said. “Is it really you, or are you just ‘supposed to be’ Nicole?” Eric didn’t seem pleased by my teasing question.

“I’m me…” Nicole said. “So hold on, we’re dreaming?”

“Yes. I saw a portal while I was flying around. Let’s go into it!” Nicole agreed, so we flew up to a purple vortex in the sky. Darkness spiraled into it as it seemed to spin. We were both sucked in. Hopefully, dream Eric didn’t starve in the middle of nowhere – we left him behind. The vortex filled my vision.

I had a false awakening. I sat up in bed, staring down at my hand. My arm was incredibly long – at least five feet – and each of my fingers branched off into two. I felt like I was going cross-eyed. I couldn’t focus on anything properly. After a while, things stabilized, and my hand was normal.

“I guess we’re not dreaming,” I told Nicole.

A dream about a girl i know however she looked different and had a different name yet i knew it was her? Odd? An old woman with 2 dogs.

26.3.2011

HvZ Hax (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Surrounded on all sides, I fight back, blasting away at the horde, still thinking I'd get out of it alive. Alone in this battle, my squad had all died before me, for I was unable to protect them in the crucial moments before their lives were taken.

Zera, my blaster, my launcher of foam death, performs admirably, but even she can't stop these nimble Zeds from getting too close. A girl, new to the game, lunges at my right, reaching for me, looking to end me.

Dammit! I think, as her hand starts to grasp at my shirt. Only one option left. . .

FWIP

My body disappears, blinking out of existence, as I teleport away, leaving my would be killer with a handful of air. On my reentry, I appear above the horde, on a grassy hill, the sun at my back, looking down on them. At this point, I could run, live to die another day, but. . . I've already gone this far.

FWIP

I TP closer and let off a shot, taking one of them down.

FWI—FWIP—FWIP

Again and again, I teleport, fire, teleport, fire, keeping a steady rhythm as I eliminate their numbers, one by one.

They can't keep up.

______________


“You cheated, hacked the system,” JTN, leader of the Zombie forces remands me, as the two of us stand on a rooftop, overlooking the battlefield.

“'Cheated' is a little harsh,” I tell him, Zera still hanging by the strap around my neck. “Besides, it's not like I got out alive anyways.”

“Still. . .”

I am sitting down at a wooden desk in a field of wildflowers on a mountain somewhere in Europe. I am writing a letter with a quill:

[I]I am looking for people willing to delve deep into oneiromancy with me, to hack into this dream matrix.

Everything is illusion, everything is real. Life is dream, dream is life.

This is a team of superheroes, of fantasy heroes, of sci-fi heroes, of everyday heroes. We are whatever we want to be. We are Dream Warriors. I am on a quest for the truth. I seek to see through illusion always.

You will endure frustration and pain, and look at your dark side in the mirror.[/I]

I magically make copies of it, and seal them in envelopes with a wax seal, and press my signet into them. I send them all over the world on the wind, to tribal peoples, to secret government agencies, to lucid dreamers, remote viewers, and astral projectors.

Five people appear before me. One of them looks somewhat solid, but all are flickering holograms. The solid one is a woman RV'er that I recognize from the pocket dimension.

She shakes my hand, placing a small spiked object in it.

I wake up on the Moon.

This is from a couple days ago. It's a little fuzzy since I didn't have my DJ handy and couldn't write it down immediately.

Dream Lucid Notes/Observations

I'm trying to sneak into a mansion high up in the mountains somewhere. I've left my car down at the base of the canyons, and have a long ways to walk to get back. I have to be done and back to the car before sunrise. The mansion is surrounded by a huge fence, and the only way in is through a guardhouse with 3 doors.

I sneak around the outside of the guard house and choose a door at random. As i come in i see that there is a counter in the middle of the room, behind which a guard is lounging, facing slightly away from me. I'm low enough down that the counter hides me as a sneak around to get behind him, and shoot him with my tranquilizer pistol.

I stand up and look around the guard house, but it's pretty empty so I walk out the door that leads to the mansion grounds. I spend some time looking around but can't find a way in, and after a while I decide I need to get back to my car, so I head back to the guard house.

As I'm approaching the guard house a bunch of giant orange/brown scorpions come out of the ground (Bark Scorpions from Fallout New Vegas, which is odd because I haven't played the game s in weeks). I run in into the guard house, and climb up onto the counter. I'm shooting at the scorpions with my tranqs, but the darts can't pierce their armor. Then big white rats start coming out of the ground as well, and I can't hit them either. I'm surrounded and pretty sure I'm going to die (but I'm not particularly scared for some reason).

The Dream shifts, (I'm not sure if I just forgot the transition, or if it was an actual shift) and suddenly I'm riding a horse through the desert. I know I have to reach the prince and tell him that the enemy has taken the blade (the large desert part of our country) but that we still hold the hilt (the small fertile portion around the capitol).

I ride through the desert for awhile, maybe 15 minutes, admiring the harsh landscape and colorful hotsprings. At last I come to the building I'm looking for, where the prince should be. It's a large white building, that looks something like a traditional mosque. I dismount and walk in through the large double doors at the front. Inside is a young woman I know to be the Sheik's wife, and their daughter who is maybe around 6 or 7.

The Sheik's wife will not speak to me, so I ask the little girl where her brother is because I have important information for him. She refuses to tell me where he is. And somehow I know that I'm dreaming. I look around the room and sort of stabilize, taking in the pattern of the blue tiles on the walls, and the flowers on the tables standing in niches around the room. The little girl is still glaring at me, so I motion her over and ask if she wants to know a secret. I tell her that she is in my dream (for some reason it was very difficult for me to say this, I'm not sure if it was because I didn't quite believe it, or what). She doesn't believe me and tells me so quite bluntly. So I decide to prove it to her. I make myself levitate a few feet off the floor and say "See?" But she turns away and and goes to stand by her mother, who refuses to look at me. This seems to shake my lucidity a bit as I cannot maintain my levitation and spend a few more minutes admiring the beautiful mosaic on the wall before I wake up.

I am chilling with don Juan on a mountain in Arizona. We are smoking weed and sage out of a long peace pipe. “Look, soldier. The enemy approaches, and yet none is there.” I see a swarm of locusts, and zombie confederate calvary approaching through the desert, then they suddenly vanish.

“Nothing is real, blah blah blah.”

“The way of the shaman is upon you. Listen to me.”

He roars into my ear like a demon. I feel like I am falling into Hell.

Dream Diverge

1) I fall into Hell. Everything is obscene. I alter my perception. Now the same thing is beautiful.

2) I am still with him on the mountain.

“All those drugs are just gates, man. You found the gate, and now you can open it any time. But even still there is a superior way: do the drugs in dreams in your invincible dream body, and find the doors that way. Do only drugs that benefit your physical body. Avoid drugs that are only for symptoms or to alter your mind or mood. For that, we have the Realm of Gates.” We have been walking on a old dirt road in what feels the 1600‘s of New England. He swings an iron gate to a graveyard. We walk through, but all the stones are now gates. They have names of different drugs, mindsets, brainwaves, and chemicals in our own bodies named on them. We return to the mountain.

“Now you know where that is, I will reveal you the mysteries of the universe.”

“Yeah right.”

Suddenly I feel like my soul is melting, and vaporizing into steam by the ray of a star. I feel like screaming, but I can’t conceive a scream due to the fact I feel like my mind is completely gone. I am nothing and everything... I am the universe... everything is. All is one, and one is all. Everything orbits around everything else. I am really one snaking centipede not really moving through time, but growing through space, using time as a vehicle.

I slam my fist down on to the surface of the dream. BAM.

“GRANT MORRISON!” I shout.

He appears before me, like Professor X in a leather jacket. “You are beginning to get it, Nomad. I am you. Everything is you. Everything is everything. We’re all just part of this childish larval universe, and I am cool with that. Star in your own movie. Write yourself into your dreams. Write your life and may it be so.” He flips me off, and laughs, then disappears.

A graphic novel appears before me.

It’s called: NOMAD: Oneironaut
A second one appears in my hands. It’s called NOMAD: Oneiromancer

A series appears in my hands: The Nomad Chronicles

A miniseries appears in my hands: WEEDMAN

A video game console appears before me. It’s called the Wii 3. You step into a suit to play video games. I put the suit on. I am in a lucid dream video game. I am playing myself. I see Raven, Tigress, and Mosh characters in the game.

I excitedly summon a pen and a book, and begin writing a book about myself....

There is a writer... he is a lucid dreamer... in dreams, he is called Nomad. He becomes a god in dreams. It’s a joke... no one gets it... He dreams of a beautiful woman called Selene... He dates two women that look like her... like Grant Morrison... He writes of himself becoming a superhero, Weedman, a multimillionaire playboy writer who dons a ridiculous cannabis Green Man costume at night, and runs around giving people the cure for cancer.

He writes of himself having a hot girlfriend who is his best friend. He draws sigils and burns them. He forgets he does this. The sigils work. Aliens laugh in joy at his magical madness. He forms a gang of dream warriors, calling themselves VIRUS with the goal of infecting the Hive Mind with the revolutionary idea of equality and peace.

The writer is about to write about himself getting abducted by aliens, when aliens abduct him, mind, body, and soul. He visits planets in Sirius. He is only gone for five minutes of earth time. The writer appears back in his bedroom, writing about getting abducted by aliens. Everyone thinks he’s insane, but he’s making the comic book companies a lot of money, so they don’t give a shit.

He publicly states that IBM worked with the Nazis to help them track down Jews to kill them in the death camps. His publishing company cuts all ties with him. He starts his own company, and buys all the equipment in cash.

He makes e-comics and paper comics. The comics are all completely true, but he writes them as fiction.

I close the comic.

What the fuck? That was insane.

I write in the air, “Tomorrow, I will meet a beautiful woman.” I erase it, and write again, “Tomorrow, I will have a conversation with an interesting, single beautiful woman.” I erase it again. “Tomorrow, I am me, as I always am, and always will be.. a part of everything, and nothing...” I smash the words together into a sigil, crumple it up, and eat it.

This morning i had a WILD

So i woke up after 7 hours of sleep and fell asleep again trying to stay awake i feel sp slipping in and i see a door. And it opens i get shoved through and door behind me closes and i knew i was dreaming i go to the front door and i think it may be locked and it is. I am mad at my self for thinking that and i try to say open please it doesn't i see a light switch trying to remember to stabilize and i feel my body more bold if that makes sence i think i felt my clothes and was walking to the door i tried to open it and woke up.

I need to remember to spin so i can teleport.

I only got about 4 hours sleep last night. That backache I woke with the other night was the start of another major gallbladder attack. It came and went and has been mostly okay since last night.
I woke to my son, in my room, playing my computer. We made a deal where if he cleans certain things, he gets time on my computer. We specified an hour per room and now he thinks he can get on whenever he wants.
And since my oldest daughter was taken away, my youngest has been practically attached to my hip. I don't say anything because it's nice to be wanted again (she's 14) and I realize she's feeling vulnerable (she might get taken next), but I'm used to having a lot more down time.
The two of them have been practically camping in my tiny room (which is where I "live"). My daughter's trashing the place (leaves her clothes, soda bottles etc lying around) and my sleep has been suffering a little for it.
They start school back up in a couple days, so life will be back to semi-normal soon enough

ANYHOW.... I only remember fragments from last nights dreams. In one, I was at the feet of my mother and eating decaying flesh off of her feet. I almost ate a couple of her toes, then realized they were healthy and still functional. It was REALLY gross. But when I was finished, her feet were healed of whatever had been bothering them.
Next thing I remember, my hubby and I are about to have sex. I wrap my arms around him and feel a gaping wound in his back. His flesh feels flaky and dead.
Then I woke up.

I'm in a mall, but there are no stores in sight. I am with someone close (my dad maybe?) I'm carrying a huge package of Mike's Hard Lemonade. We walk out into a plaza type thing encased by the mall. I walk up some bleachers but someone pushed me over and i lose some of the booze! This kind of ticks me off. When i look up, the culprit is some sort of pig-man cross (like something from Duke-Nukem?) All of a sudden, i'm in a First person scenario (I even had a crosshair for where i was looking! ) So i leap back and take shelter in this half-house that is mostly destroyed. A pig-man confronts me, but i get a BOOM HEADSHOT!!
Mostly satisfying My dreams are the best

one was a WILD and the second was a WILD/DILD. WILD: I got off the couch and tried to stabilize the dream by feeling my face and the couch, and verbal commands. the commands did not work because i could not talk. the dream quickly faded. after that i guess i had another WILD because I remember vibrations and HI. it seemed more real than my usual dreams, too, but it was like a false awakening. i was trying to turn my mp3 player volume down, but it stayed at the same level. then i remembered the vibrations i had just felt and realized i was dreaming. then i woke up. i hope i have better luck in the future.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was walking into Old Time Pottery. It looked kind of like Hobby Lobby the way things were laid out. I glanced to my right, and I saw Katherine. I wanted to avoid a confrontation, so I started walking to the left. I saw my friend/coworker Tim in front of me. He was walking on crutches. We said hello to one another, when Katherine walked up. She started talking to Tim, and I tried to ignore her, when she said my name and asked how I was. I avoided looking at her and said I was good, and asked how she was. She responded.

Then, Katherine and I were walking down an aisle. She was pushing a shopping cart. I asked her if she still had her cat, and she said yes, and started talking about him for a bit. She then picked out these two chocolate chip cookie cream sandwich treats and put them in the cart. She said they were for her cat. I was going to tell her cats aren't supposed to eat chocolate, but I decided not to, because she'd just disregard what I had to say anyway.

~

I was at a school, in the cafeteria.

I was then going to a wedding. I was outside in the sunshine, and I saw Tim and this other girl I am acquainted with in waking life, Caitlin L. They were hugging each other, and seemed very happy. I had thought that they were fighting and weren't together, but they had apparently gotten back together.

Then, we were all seated waiting for the ceremony. We were still outside. Except for now it wasn't a wedding, but it was a funeral. There was a man we were all looking at, and he was laying in a hospital bed. He seemed like a very strong man; he was very built. He had black hair, tan skin, and was wearing a navy blue shirt. There were doctors around him. Then, I had a flash of some Rugrats episode where Chuckie's dad got married in the desert. That's apparently where we were. I saw a skeleton of some sort of big animal.

Then, the man got up out of the hospital bed, and ripped out all his tubes, IVs, and electrodes. The doctors tried to stop him, but he was determined to get up.

Then, he was on top of this giant stack of books. Then, I was him. I was on top of the huge stack of books. I looked down, and it seemed like a very long way down. On the ground was a blow-up mattress. I was scared to jump, so I asked one of the doctors to slightly pull out one of the books in the middle of the stack to act as a step for me to get down onto. He did so, and I held my hand out to the doctor, and he took it and helped me to step down onto the mattress.

House

I was in a house that resembled where my other grandma used to live. This handicapped Henry guy was there along with this other big bald guy from another dream from a few nights ago. I remember just going out of the house and smoking a few times.

Sam 1

Just a vague dream where Sam was pointing to some sort of map of an island of Libaia (Maybe a mispelling of Libya). I didn't quite understand what she was showing me.

Sam 2

Maybe this was a futuristic dream? I don't know. It started with Me and Sam getting married. Then we lived in a small house. We were watching a movie about a weird bald guy. Later on Sam was receiving clients for some psychic healing business and I was the book keeper of her business.

FA, and I get onto the computer wanting to tell Sam about the dream. I see on hotmail it says that she just texted someone. So I knew she was around and then I decided to email her.

FA, and I wind up in a hallway talking to my cousin about another dream I had where the marriage roles were reversed.