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There was a previous dream before 8 am that I couldn't remember. Anyway, this one occurred between 9 and 11 am this morning.

I was sitting there, reading a book. Yet the history of this very book is something unusual, for someone I had met on Facebook had written its contents. I knew that for a fact, yet when I picked up this book, the hardcover with a beige background, large-letter font and a plastic jacket, nothing else about it seemed unusual.

Still can't remember whether I was just reading the book, or whether the events inside were actually happening to me, or whether in fact I was experiencing the book's contents while reading it. The only chapter title I remember is 13. Darriel. Why that name, I will never know. Yet in it, a mother had scribed in pen, telling her son, who was likely failing subjects in school, to "read this chapter". The chapter went on to discuss what written submissions had earned a failing mark, and whatnot. I, too, had written on the book's pages in pen, even though others would soon be reading the same book.

On chapter 19, there was a bit about camping, and sure enough, I was sitting under the stars, with the author of the book, at a campfire in the woodlands. Somehow, the author "knew" that because there were thunderstorms in the east, those would drift off and there would be no rain for 24 hours. Not sure if any of that were true. Just as I prepared to comment, I was whisked to a road in a nearby town...or maybe I just woke up, and was wondering about emailing a different author I knew. A flashback to a different forest, east of town, that I had visited before. Later, my father quipped that the author would have to be even stronger than him to accomplish some of the book's tasks, which was impossible.

From there, I was running south on a main street, very wide, and the sun was out, but no idea what season it was. I ran across intersections, bus stops and trees, seemingly never getting tired after about 10 kilometres. Running up to another bus stop advertisement, there was writing in a non-English language of a person who had an unusual expression on his face, reminding me of yet another person I'd met on Facebook. It roughly said, "every person, we serve equally, everyday". Maybe this was a utopian world that catered to disabilities. Just maybe. I kept running.

Waking up, the clouds were very bright, just after 11 am, and the Sun was about to shine through the blinds, signalling that I was to wake up, to do what I needed to do. In case you're wondering why none of my dreams are lucid, well, I hadn't had such a dream for years, except for that one in November. The lucid part of that dream lasted maybe three minutes, yet I had no control over any part of it, in stark contrast to the dreams I'd experienced before.

I was in a forest, and there were zombies. I had to kill a bunch of them, and one was DJ Breeze. Then I was telling my mom about it, and we had to get away. She was in some sort of weird vehicle, and drove along a tree branch that was hanging out over a cliff. It was really unsteady and I was yelling at her. I think it might have even fallen off, but she jumped out and hung onto the branch. She nearly died a few other dumb ways and it was rather stressful.

Most of the dream is very hazy, I remember getting up from bed and hearing 'Old Harrys Game' (I had gone to sleep listening to it on my MP3 player) playing loudly and frantically trying unsuccessfully to switch the radio off, worried that it would wake up my dad who was in the room with me (Not sure what this is about except that he died less than a year ago and birthday would have been now, so maybe playing on my mind).
Next thing, I woke up again in my bedroom, still could hear 'Old Harrys Game', but realised I was dreaming. I sank through the floor and as an experiment, decided to allow myself to sink through the floor of the downstairs room. As I floated down, I could see the garden at night through the kitchen window, however I stopped sinking when I reached the floor so as an experiment, I decided to push off using the wall and float through the window, As I was going throu I woke up.
I needed the toilet so got out of bed to go to the loo. I tried the light which didn't switch on, confirming my susspicion the I was still dreaming. I took a look at myself in the mirror and as I stared at my reflexion, my face seemed to be melting or distorting in the way it does in high gravity with my cheeks and eyelids sagging. At this point I really did wake up.

Aeolar's Dream

- I am walking into this huge warehouse complex with 2 other people. I think we're running from the cops, so we have to hurry up. There are people inside, but not like you'd think. There is one 'person' in every room, like a boss character. We have to kill this boss and take the card it drops to advance to the next room. Each boss is from a different time period, from neanderthal to police officer to Greek warrior and every point inbetween. We get all the way to room 19 and there the 19 and 20 bosses are combines. We finish them off but we can't find the 20 key to escape. We search and search but to no avail. There is a window at the top of the door that I think about breaking but before I could we hear cars speeding up towards us. They drive past us, so we're in the clear.

We turn around and look out a window to our left and I keep turning to the left and suddenly I notice an army right at the door coming to destroy us. The army is full of all of the bosses soldiers/peons. They're here for revenge.
"Quick! Hide!" I yell to the others, and we try to take a sheet and cover it over our heads, but it's too late, they see us. They start shooting us down and we all die. I slowly float up into a birds eye view of the whole army, there's so much going on I can hardly describe. They are still destroying our bodies into dust and swiss cheese and they get so caught up in it that they start to kill each other! Pretty soon it's a jailhouse brawl and Romans are fighting space soldiers and policemen are battling Mongolians, robots, vikings and so many more. Cleopatra appears off in the distance and joins the fray. It's epic.

I was walking with my dad, and I looked over to my left. I saw a small lamb. I went over to him and picked him up.
He was SO CUDDLY.
I asked if we could keep him, but he said no. I didn't listen, and took it with me.
I thought about when he would grow up, and I'd have to shear it.
Dad and I were walking around where I found the lamb, and the grass was Minecraft grass. It started raining, and I saw some blocks that had turned to hydrated farmland, and some crops had grown on them.

In a large treehouse, searching for some Russian girl's file on a computer connected to HQ. Can't find them, so I wonder why someone wouldn't be on HQ's computers. I call them up. They give me the file.

There was also heaps of activity going on around the treehouse, like a big party or going-on in the town.

1. I was on mars, everything around me was covered in red dust. I was with my good friend O.DS along with some other people I didn’t know. We turned around to see the mouth to a cave and since there seemed to be some kind of storm coming we went in. The cave was well lit with several torches on the walls and as time passed the storm died down. I decided to leave but for some reason I told my friend to stay, as I walked away she started to cry and saying “don’t go” between sobs. I ignored her and walked across what looked like a bed of nails, surprisingly my feet stayed on top and I felt no pain. I looked back one last time to see my friend bawling her eyes out and pretty much screaming my name through her tears. I turned away and left the cave appearing once more on the surface of mars. (Full Dream- 1 point)
(I felt like a complete monster when I woke up, I was a bit upset. I’d never do that to any of my friends.)

2. I was sat underneath some kind of shelf and there were cardboard boxes all around me. To my left one of the boxes was missing leaving a small window of which I could see out of. I looked out and I was in a isle of a warehouse, the lighting was not good but I could just make out a small robot next to me in the isle. A silhouette appeared a little way off and told me to give the robot a sample, I put a bit of food on my finger and nervously held it out to the robot. I said to the man that I didn’t really trust any robots as the robot extended one of it’s arms. The arm had what looked like a pin on the end, it hovered over my finger before carefully lowering the end of the pin into the small splodge of food I’d put there. He asked me why I didn’t trust robots, I can’t remember what I said but then the dream ended.(Full Dream- 1 point)

3. I was in a front garden and again walking on a bed of nails, again I didn’t feel any pain. There was this black cat that kept running in front of me, so I put up a small white fence to stop it. The fence looked freshly painted and looked about 2 foot in height, I looked at the cat almost daring it to try, and sure enough the cat jumped proudly over the fence. Then the dream ended.(Full Dream- 1 point)

4. My lucid! I was alone and everything around me was black, I was stood on nothingness and there was nothingness all around. I knew instantly that I was dreaming and very soon after the dream faded to black and I woke up. I think this is because I was near waking up anyway. ???(Lucid- 5 points)???

I don't remember a lot of what happened. I remember it was the elections and me and a couple of other people had been talking about them for a long time. Finally we were going into a minivan to ride somewhere that had to do with the election and then tre points in the door sees a giants roach. We all scattered. It flies out, and is on my shoulder. I'm am on all fours for an adrenaline soaked 2 minutes screaming and bucking trying to get it off. Finally one of my friends swipes it off with some leaves...

also I remember having another tattoo on my inside left bicep. It was 2 feathers

The dream started in some weird looking area in the woods, and there were a few stone houses around me. So already i kind of felt weird because if something was built from stone, that meant the dream was set in the past, or i was in some historical place.


At first i was just observing the area in 3rd person. It took me a while to realize that the person i was observing in the dream was Elzio; the main character from Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. (This is probably due to the fact that i was playing that game last night.)

Once i realized that, i started to notice a lot more. And many DC's started to appear. I saw a bunch of female assassin's who were apart of my Brotherhood, then it was like i had a vision of more assassin's who were our enemies coming towards us. When i turned around, my enemies were fighting all of my assassin's. For a while i just watched, until our enemies started losing and they began to flee. I walked over to one of the female assassin's and told her to kill their leader, because my gun was out of bullets. She did, and i just continued to tell my guild who to kill and how. (Just like in the game lol)

After that i just started looking around, and after all that, it finally hit me that this was like a scene straight out of Assassin's Creed.

I did two RC's. I plugged my nose, and i did the "see if you can hover" RC. Both of them worked and i shouted out...

"Oh shit....i'm dreaming!"

But i quickly remembered some of the things that i had read about lucid dreaming mistakes, and one of the biggest ones is to get too excited. Because you'll wake yourself up. Which is what i did the other two times i became lucid -_-.

So i calmed myself down, and just tried to think of things to do that wouldn't be too crazy. I couldn't really think of anything at the moment, it may have just been because the dream wasn't very meaningful. So i just kept doing the hover thing over and over. I was trying to restrain myself from flying, because i figured i wasn't lucid enough and it'd just wake me up. But i said fuck it, and did it anyway.

I began to fly over the woods, and the dreamscape began to change. The woods started to fade away, and i started trying to create the clouds around me, mountains under me, etc.

After a while i landed. Somehow i was right back in the woods in the same area. One of the female assassin's came up to me, and began talking to me. I don't remember what she said, i just remember she was sexy as hell.

I wanted to have sex with her in the dream, but i figured i wasn't lucid enough for that, and it'd wake me up....well, just like flying i said fuck it. I took her into the stone house and we had sex. You don't need all the details lol.

Then i went back outside, and as crazy as this sounds...i was kind of bored. So the dream started to fade and i woke up.

Fragment
I came through the door of boxing club and said hello to everyone. I walked past a guy who was sitting near the door and said hello. He looked like a new guy, he was light-skinned, had short hair and sounded American. This is a dream sign but I didn't want to be mean and so carried on like I usually would and asked him questions to make him feel at home.

Dream: January 21, 2012

In the dream, this occurred between 1 am and 3 am. It was probably a bit later in waking life, though, as my dreams always occur in the morning hours.

It ended with sleep paralysis, or maybe it began.

Either way, this was my first episode of paralysis since November. It was night in my dream, morning in waking life, and I felt smothered by my sinus infection and the pillow. Lying down, as I was the previous time. Maybe this time I woke up, or went back to sleep, or woke up. I guess I will never know. Tried to move some of my appendages, but it was late.

At my house, my parents were preparing to leave. Yet I was out of bed, wide awake, past midnight. One of them would accompany the other to another country, as they loaded and packed up the car to go to Detroit (facade?). Something earlier happened too, but the details of that were now missing. I had a cell phone, and they had a cell phone.

About an hour passed, then half an hour. I took some baking soda, and did a line in the fridge, preserving something that would otherwise rot if the power went out. No idea why I did that, but it was suiting.

Picked up my cell phone, either to make a call or receieve one. My mom was on the phone, though it was difficult to hear, probably because of the great distance. The voice was becoming more static, and fading.

Just staring at the wall, none of it made any sense.

I looked at the time. 2:32, 2:34, 2:38. How much more time would pass, me sitting here, alone?

I knocked on my parents' door, as it was closed. They opened it, and were still inside the room. "But weren't you just driving to the airport?"

"No".

"But what about the cell phone?!"

That was weird. They were also disappointed about the baking soda, as I headed to bed, and they began to argue.

Outside, the sky had a purple glow, and the streetlights were orange. I had tried to close my eyes, run into the window, because I knew it was a dream at that point. Yet however close I was to pronouncing it a dream, I just couldn't convince myself, for I was unable to escape through that window. There was an extra tree in the street, too, a sure sign that it was a dream.

I ran again, and they just kept arguing. Waking up, they were still arguing about some of the same things as during my dream, as I drited in and out of sleep on a weekend morning.

(Originally typed this up on Tumblr before I realized it was long enough to suffice as a DJ entry, hence the rambling style instead of my usual numbered neatness.)

Okay, so first I was playing this weird version if IRL Minecraft where you had to use a compass and some calculations to find the type of block you needed, and there were twenty different types of flowers, and there was a school test where you had to collect a certain number of each type of block on a list, but then halfway through, the list turned into song quotes and you had to find MP3s of those songs before time ran out.


And then I was visiting some relatives, and I had to sleep in the basement, but the cats kept bothering me (like one tried to mate with my pillow, and there was a kitten that kept crawling around in my pajama pants) so my older cousins and I decided we should make some food and go out for coffee. So I made a sandwich and some tea and a pickle, but when I tried to carry it back to my bed, my little cousins kept leaving obstacles in the way so the sandwich got into the tea. And then my sandwich went missing, and Benedict Cumberbatch was eating it, and I was so angry that I screamed at him and tried to stab his face with a tuning fork.


Also something about hiding under different parts of a tree, ketchup-flavored potato chips, and a bus.

Dream: January 19, 2012

The previous night I'd had a dream containing another "nutshot". Don't remember anything of it, but do remember this one.

I stepped outside. Would there be any thunder? It was supposed to be winter, yet the is the second time in a week that lightning lit up the noonday sky. The clouds were getting darker, the wind was picking up, and a warning sprang up on the TV. I had to go outside, I thought.

At night, the lightning turned the sky purple. Something else was going on, too, but no recollection of what it is could appear in my mind.

That day, I was to build a device for a competition. Also that same day, I saw some towering cumulus clouds ahead of a cold front, and it was winter, but no thunderstorms thus far...yet.

Dream: January 14, 2012

This was another one of my 9-day dreams, the dream that occurs once every nine days since I began blogging/journalling. Although more of my dreams were being remembered now, this one was particularly stark (reader's discretion advised).

A dark tragedy unfolded in 1989: the Montreal Massacre, at the École Polytechnique in December of that year. The perpetrator was Marc Lépine, who went on a rampage against those he called 'feminists'. This time, he was still alive, had an accomplice, and that was me.

I didn't know what the murderer really looked like, but the description seemed to fit. He uncocked his gun, shot fewer than a dozen people, who fell to the ground. That part would be blocked out from my memory, for I too was in shock.

We ran onto some grounds, a mix between a university campus and a hospital. The perpetrator again pointed his gun, but this time some security guards ran out, using walkie-talkies to signal each other that there had been an incident nearby. One or two of them were female, blonde, but none of them knew of our presence. Other than the atrocities we were about to commit, it was a rather fine day, little or no snow on the grass, and not a cloud in the sky.

We ran beside a concrete wall, in some type of enclosure. Marc lined up four adults: two men and two women; two Asians, one middle-eastern and one Caucasian. None of them seemed related. I stood to the side as the crime scene unfolded. The lights dimmed. It was a scary sight.

One by one, he shot them with a semi-automatic revolver. Blood flowed from their faces, and they dropped to the floor. A short time later, I woke up, trying to remember what was going on.

I had had some dreams before, in which a murder took place. Usually though, the person being pursued or killed was me. This time, though, I had actually been the accomplice to a murder. Never before had I been the actual murderer. Well, let's just hope it stays that way.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm walking around on the ground floor of a large, three-story shopping mall. The interior is a very bright, airy space, with white walls and a glass ceiling through which the sun shines. While I'm walking along, the realization suddenly hits me: This is a dream! I'm so shocked that the scene around me immediately starts to become less clear, filling up with gray pixels that multiply quickly [they look a lot like static on an analog TV], just like it always does when my dreams start to destabilize. Oh, dammit! I think. I immediately drop to my hands and knees on the tile floor, focusing on touching the floor and on staying focused on the scene around me, and thinking reassuring thoughts to myself: It's okay. It's okay. In 30 seconds or so, the scene is clear and stable again. I get up and start walking again, exploring the place I'm in.

As I look around me, I look up at the ceiling, three stories above me, to see winter greenery with ornaments on it and big, shiny bells in red, gold, and green lined up in a recessed space just below the edge of the ceiling. “They haven't even taken down all their Christmas decorations yet,” I remark. I find that I've come upon the entrance to a vacant department store, currently being used as a storage space for the Christmas decorations that have been taken down. Among other things, there is a large, haphazard pile of blue and white styrofoam wreaths. There's no gate or other barrier to entry across the entrance to the store, so I spontaneously decide to jump into the pile of wreaths as if they were dry leaves. It's fun! Some of them break, and I just say, “It's my dream world, and I'll destroy the wreaths if I want to.”

When I get up, I wonder what's on the floor above me, and I decide to explore it. I look to the side and see that there's a side entrance to the department store, and there's a flight of stairs outside that entrance, which I can see through the window. I could take them, but it would be quicker, easier, and cooler to just levitate myself through the ceiling above me, so I decide to do that. I close my eyes and, with an act of will, start rising upward.

[Note: I don't really remember where in the sequence the following two paragraphs went, but I'm sure I was lucid, so I put them here.]

Now I'm in a big, industrial-looking building complex with multiple floors, walkways, and sets of stairs running through the vast interior space. It's dark inside; all the walls and floors are black or dark gray, and there aren't very many lights. This area is [somehow] part of the Star Wars galaxy. As I wander around here, I can hear a dialogue between a post-redemption Darth Vader [he's still speaking in the James Earl Jones voice, though] and some other random character. The other character addresses Vader as “Rash,” apparently using it as a first name. Vader, offended by this, replies: “Rash?! I may have acted rashly, but my name is Anakin.” I smile.

[Somewhere in here,] I meet and interact with another young woman about my age. She leads me on a walk through the area, talking to me. Our walk ends at a spot overlooking a view of a natural, green valley. Then, she says something like, “Instead of waiting around for them to break your heart, like I did, go out and grab hold of what you want.” I wonder if this is my best self giving me advice.

When I open my eyes again after a scene transition [which I'm pretty sure I remember being the levitation one mentioned above, but again, I don't remember in what order the above two scenes happened], I'm standing on the second floor of a building, overlooking a very beautiful view. There is a clear, sparkling swimming pool in front of me, but it's big enough to be a small lake and wraps around three sides of a tall, stucco community clubhouse building with a red tile roof. The pool is in a park, surrounded by green grass and trees. Off to the left is a street, on the other side of which are houses that match the style of the clubhouse. The scene is so beautiful that I exclaim, “Man, I wish I could take pictures!” ...So I could post them on DreamViews to show everyone! is the thought behind that remark.

I decide to go swimming. The tower I'm in has exterior stairs on the side facing the pool. I start going down the stairs. As I do, I pass a window and look at my reflection in it. I'm pleased to see that I'm already wearing a swimsuit, a fact which I attribute to my decision to go swimming. My face looks completely normal. I try smiling, but my reflection stays the same for a moment, then returns a crooked smile, using only one side of its mouth. 'Cause it's a dream mirror, not a real one, I think. It doesn't work like a real one would.

I walk to the side of the pool and jump right into the deep water [something I don't usually do in real life, because I suck at swimming]. It feels wet. I swim around on the surface of the water much more easily than in real life, enjoying the experience. Several times, I lower my head so that my nose is under the water and enjoy the fact that I can still breathe normally. I want to swim completely underwater and open my eyes, but I don't, because I have the very realistic sensation of having water in my right eye, forcing me to keep it closed.

Other people are swimming in the pool. We hang out and talk a little. After a while, I get out and keep exploring the park I'm in.

In another area of the park, there are a series of big pieces of plastic playground equipment, white with pastel accents, with a miniature golf course built around and through them. I start climbing the largest one, using the metal handles and small platforms built into the structure to climb. This climbing route goes up toward the main body of the play structure in an arc, and each foothold is only supported by a single column or bar, so it looks like there's mostly open space below you, and you can see exactly how far you are off the ground. I'm not afraid at all, though, because I know it's a dream and I can't get hurt.

Just as I reach the main body of the play structure, the memory of the current Task of the Month suddenly hits me: set off fireworks in a crowded place and record how the people there reacted. I recall how other DV members have done it. I slide down the slide that's in front of me, determined to complete the task.

Not far from the play equipment, some people are beginning to gather at some tables for a picnic. I start trying to obtain a firecracker [because that's what several other DV members used]. I reach behind my back and try to make one appear there, but it doesn't work. I try looking around corners in the scene and expecting one to be there, but that doesn't work either. I really suck at summoning things, I think. Then I think of another approach: find an existing object and transform it.

On the ground, under a tree a few yards from the picnic area, I find the pointy half of a broken-in-half yellow pencil. I pick it up and sandwich it between my two cupped hands, focusing my will on it and willing it to turn into a firecracker. When I open my hands, it has swollen up and gotten round and puffy in the middle.

All the picnic tables are now full of people, and I see that some of them have their marching band instruments with them, which makes me realize that they're a marching band. I see at least one trombone in the group. I stand a couple of yards back from one of the tables and throw my pencil at the group of people. It hits the center of the table and explodes with a loud crack. No one takes any particular notice [at least, not that I can recall]. When I retrieve the pencil, the lead has shot out of the tip and gone limp, like a piece of spaghetti. I decide to continue in my search for a firecracker.

I end up walking through the halls of a dusty building that resembles my section of the university library where I used to work. I continue trying to summon a firecracker or firework by expecting one to be there when I look around a corner or into a room, but it still doesn't work. In one storage room full of random stuff, I hear a hissing sound that I think is the sound of a firework fuse burning at first, but then I realize it's the sound of the small air blower on a strange, old machine that is running in the middle of the floor. I continue searching this room for a firework, but I woke up in the middle of my search.