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so, I was Live action role playing call of duty, well I was actually in the game I could see my mini map, and all the UI at once I don't really know how it was possible. It was kind of like domination except we had to have all our team by weapons crates like sabotage instead of a flag. So I ran over to the crates and saw some loading bar come up, it was not hovering but more a part of what I saw because I could see it no matter where I looked. There were a few other people on my team, we had teams of four at this point. The loading bar was going very slowly and it stopped after it got probably 1/8th of the way up. I yelled out that we need the whole team to be here at once because that is the only way we could capture this place. I saw some of my teammates coming over, but unfortunately I had stepped too far away and the progress bar went away. But I quickly came back over to the crates and now that my other teammates were here the bar loaded much faster and it got very close to being full, we saw the last guy coming over towards us so we got ready to run off and get the next one. Right when he got there we started to leave but we hadn't waited long enough and the bar went away, I heard some of my teammates sigh and head back over. It went up quickly because we were all there, once it completed we ran off in different directions. The area was an urban place that seemed to be in some other country and there were walls blown out and it looked like the place was a recent warzone. I soon ran into an enemy troop and I think I was killed. I don't remember exactly where I spawned but I went back to where I died, and died again, from here I was going to start to mess around and I died a few more times. A little while later I had found that the entire enemy team was in one room and the room had one main doorway, without hesitation I ran through the doorway and jumped in as far as I could shooting in every direction! I know I surprised all of them and caught them all off guard. I took one of them out and hit some others by the time that I died, when I did die I immediately went to first person and saw my body fly up against the wall. I could not help but laugh!
Later in the dream the scenario had changed, I was at my old school, for some reason everyone had pillows and blankets out on the playground, I don't remember what happened next but I do remember having to pick up my pillows and my scooter, I had to figure out how I was going to get all of this all back in one trip. (I hate taking more than one trip anytime!) so I had an idea, I stacked all the pillows up on the scooter and use it as a seat, this works pretty well, I decide to go into the main building to get a drink from the water fountain, in there I see that there is an egg on each of the fountains and a mrs Jones tells me that I can't use it.
I roll my eyes and head out the door, I find outside obama in the middle of the sidewalk surrounded by cameras trying to sell some parent a product. I just go around them and head past, on my way back to the other building I nearly fall off twice, and I hear from somewhere that the guy doesn't want to buy it because it has a huge hole in it! then the dream ended.

1/9/12

Brussels Sprout

I enter the dream sitting behind a computer, reading a thread of conversation on facebook between my unicyclist friends, we are discussing a possible trip away. When I read the text I can hear their voices inside my head, as though it is real conversation. We eventually decide upon brussles as our destination (I had just done a sketch of a brussle sprout flying though space before I went to bed). I can hear James talking about how Brussles would be a good place to go and that the only brussle sprout that he knew (thats what he called people from brussles) was a good person - he said that when he was young his father left the family and one of his friends dads was from brussles took over as his father figure and would do impressions of his dad. His mum kind of went off the rails and he remembers at one dinner when she came downstairs wearing nothing but her underware after being with another man.
At this point the dreamscape has changed and I am in a dark room listening to James speak (he is actualy present now). While he is talking I get a vision of a racing game in my mind. The cars are little sprint cars with advertising on the front which reads "Michellen.. Maybe." I joke that the 'maybe' is there incase they lose and would say that they werent Michellen afterall. It seems that the game is in my mind but James can see it too. We spend a bit of time racing on a large track in a pine forest. I am doing well right until the final corner when I take it too fast and swing really wide. All the other cars pass me and head down the final straight. Somehow I manage to accellerate fast enough to catch up and just pass them in time to win the race.
We continue to race for a while more - James is just watching now and and my sister and Dad have showed up.
Somewhere I get the idea to use the controller as a skateboard and direct the car by leaning on it as you would steer a skateboard - this makes me go EXTREMELY fast, I can feel the speed of the car as though I am inside it, it feels as though I am going over 300kmh.
I lap all the cars and am going to win easily... Until the final straight... again.
This time I bump between some roadcones and start to spin out of controll, I thin catch my front typre on something and get flipped over, doing at least 6 or 7 spins in mid-air before coming to a stop. All the cars pass me and this time i come dead last.
After returning my focus to the room I ask dad how fast I was going - he mumbles something unintelligible and then my alarm wakes me up.

Date: 01-08-12
Length: 15 Minutes
Clarity: 10/10
Control: 10/10

I was laying in bed using Ev's Singularity App when I began to WILD without even trying.
My mind was already asleep.

I got up from my bed and Sean and Reina were there, I think they were talking about Daily Grace.
To stabilize the dream I started spinning really fast and rubbing my hands together. I almost fell over at one point, and was beginning to black out, so I decided I should go slower and be more careful.
I looked at my closet doors and I told myself "when I walk through those doors, I'm going to be in Barack Obama's bedroom. I opened the door and sure enough, Michelle Obama was laying in her bed in her pjs giving me the weirdest look. I walked down their stairs which turned into Y-po and Y-gong's house.
I remembered telling Stephanie that if I lucid dreamt, I would dream of flying on Totoro's stomach like Satsuki and Mei. I told myself that when I opened the front door, Totoro would be standing there with his top, waiting for me. I opened the front door and I see Totoro just hovering in my grandparent's fountain. I run up to him and for some reason there was a big pile of dog poo on the edge of the fountain. I jump on his stomach and we begin to fly away. We passed the neighbors' kids and I heard one of them say, "It's Totoro!". We flew higher and higher and I told myself once we landed somewhere I would be like Harry Potter and cast spells and fly around on a broom. Totoro's fur was super soft and kind of carpet-y. I closed my eyes for a second while feeling it and realized what a stupid idea that was.

I woke up staring at my wall..

Just had one dream i remember from last night. It was just me making out with girl i know that's a friend. Made me sad that it isn't real.

08.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't remember the exact order where these dreams started.

Dream 1:

I had my foot on a long stranded rope and my arms where holding onto plastic bars. I look down and see that I'm way above the ground. My feet start shaking and I feel like I can fall any moment, but I hold on to the bars very tightly.



Eventually, a DC comes my way and I ask him if he can go back before trying to pass me (and possibly making me fall to my death). So he helps me get back to a safe surface near the same area we're in. He takes off parts of the bars connected together and re-arranges them to where we both can go back to safe ground.

But really dude, all you had to do was move back to where you were, you didn't need to do all that fancy crap while I'm shivering like crazy.

Dream 2:

I knew watching Hentai was going to go back and haunt me...it was a short dream, but oddly I remembered all the fine details.Shemales (Hentai ones actually, so Futanari I gues.s..) having hot sex, it was basically a scene and then another scene. It started with them pleasuring their private parts and giving fellatio.

Then they had their bodies really close together and were just rubbing the sides of their abnormally large penises by humping back and forth (no surprise there), and they were ejaculating and making kinky moans that just made the experience sadly more enjoying for me.

Apparently they failed to do something, so they had to engage in a threesome with a guy.

ugh........

Dream 3:

I'm shooting zombies (think I'm playing the video game instead of me being in it; and I've noticed I've been playing as Leon or actually am him sometimes lately...and he is a blonde, but if it's blondes, it's normally females, I don't know...maybe a sign?) in the village area, and I'm trying to kill time to wait for the Chainsaw dude to show up. I got annoyed shooting the zombies and somehow was jumping over them.



The Chainsaw guy finally comes, but he has no chainsaw, he comes charging at me like a retard.



Dream 4:

I was fingering a girl anally, enough said. Outcome did not go out so well, at least for my right index finger.

Dream 5:

I'm having a conversation with a DC who resembles someone I knew in waking life who is currently in Afghanistan as a soldier. I think when he leaves, a DC is giving him a bag from McDonalds.



He wonders if he should accept this offer, and eventually agrees to take the meal. Inside the meal was A LOT of french fries and other stuff.

God damn it.


Then I tried to practice the FIELD method. Didn't work out so well random movements with the mouse while I was sleeping opened up my anti-virus program to give me that sense of satisfaction that I'm being protected...LOL.

I even did auto-hide on my task bar before that too. Sigh...but I did recall more random dreams.

Dream 6:

A black DC in a dark room was getting a blowjob from a lady, he is teleporting to outside saying that he doesn't like to provide services to people who worked already and are already tired. (okaaaaaaaay? What was the point of that?)

He teleports away, I run towards and area where there are birds, and I see like 4 yellow chicks. The other birds didn't fly away from me surprisingly, and I had the urge to just grab the chicks and just hug them.



Then one bird tried to defend one of the chicks, but I wave my hand to make it move away.

I call someone to come over where I was to see the chicks.

Dream 7:

Everything is like playing Skyrim, and I don't even own the game. I'm inside of a house, and there's one DC sitting down doing something. The other DC is walking about, so I decide to punch him.

He gets mad and starts hitting me, but eventually I get a sword and start slashing him. I stabbed him somewhere near the lower regions of his stomach, and he falls down. I think I escaped because he looked pretty strong.


Dream 8:

I was Lala from To Love Ru. Someone told me that I had to return a bra to a girl living in an apartment without her noticing, and I couldn't fly too much or even walk more than 1,000 steps to get there. (And I think I stumbled upon 4 people on horses in knight armor too while I'm on my way to the apartment).



Eventually I reach there, and to trick the girl inside, I tapped one side of the window to make her go over there, and then quickly went to the other window to drop off the bra.

She turns around and goes "Huh?" but I quickly hide from her. Then for some reason I'm inside the apartment, and before she turns around again, I try to climb out the window, and I'm hanging on the ledge and fall down.



I didn't die or anything, but I don't remember what happened after. But I now I remember the girl I had to send the bra to looked almost like Haruna from To Love Ru as well.

Hey guys. Been getting a little lazy so my LD count is going downhill. But I'll get unlazy ASAP. But I'm sick so I'm not too motivated. I'm also just gonna post in all one color from now on. But it doesn't matter, you'll know when I'm lucid cause I always say it in my entries anyway.

1/3/12(Early Morning)

** I find myself with Zaine and his friend who's name I can't remember. We are in some sort of house. We're in the bedroom watching television, but I can't recall what's on. I do recall the television is big and gray. It has an antenna on it.*
** The room itself had two beds. Their is one window and one door. The door is plain white. The paint job appears to be fresh. The walls in the room are kind of manilla-tan colored.*
** It is just a normal gloomy day outside however. Grey clouds blocking the Sun, no light. It looks as if it is*about to rain outside.*
** I do recall an EAS broadcast on the TV. But the annoying alarm they use is different from usual. It was deeper, but louder and more annoying. I immediately turn the TV off. I hate that alarm.*
** Zaine and his friend seem unaffected by this. As if they don't care. I'm sure nothing good is on TV anyway. There never ever is.*
** This house represents Christianity in some sort of way. I'm too sure how it does. I think it's just a Ministry House.*
** We now open the door, and we see two guys enter a room across the hall. It's more than obvious the two are a gay couple. That's disturbing...
** I quickly shut the door before we have to witness anything else. Thank God...
** It doesn't make sense to me though. How can you be gay and Christian? One should cancel out the other. It'd only make sense if the two were to become straight and repent later in life.*
** I point this out to Zaine and his friend, who're also confused. The concept doesn't make any sense. Oh well, it's not something to think on and on about forever is it?
** After sitting around for awhile, we decide to leave. I crack the door open and look out. The two men have left their door slightly open. I look the opposite way as I make my way out. I'm lucky they weren't doing anything.*
** My walk out of the Ministry House is very vivid. I don't recall the hallways or doors I went through to get out.*
** Our present state is in a field that I could see from the room window. It was across the street next to a brick building. If I recall correctly, the border lines are blue bricks and inside are white bricks. I can't recall the walk to here either.*
** Everything is starting to come together now. All of these things are too suspicious and bizarre. When did I move into a Ministry House? There aren't any gay people in the Ministry I'm in(I'm pretty sure anyway...). Zaine and his friend aren't in the Ministry. This is all just a dream!
** I am now lucid. My first lucid in awhile in fact. This lightens me greatly. I don't recall my current goal though. The TOTY. I was to do the 1970s task. Go to New York 1973, go to the now new and finished Twin Towers, jump off one of them, and live. Hell, when the time comes though, I'll jump off both for the thrill!*
** The dream is far too vivid. I can't recall the task at all. So, I decide to leave some foolish DCs shitless. I bet Zaine and his friend(I forget if I bet him too or not) $100 that I can fly on my first try(rhymes!). They(or he, still kinda shaky on it) take the bet.*
** "Fools." I mutter under my breath. I now take myself a good distance back. Zaine and his friend appear to be on the verge of laughter.*
** I now take a running start. I jump up into the air, but I don't fall down. I keep moving up. I stop myself in midair. I see Zaine and his friend's faces of amazement, shock, astonishment, etc.*
** However, after this point the dream begins to fade, an is soon gone. I now awake from the dream.*

2 frags after failing a wild attemp (was gonna sneak up on Koamea)


I'm at some random hospital and I'm helping deliver a baby. Hell I think I'm In charge. Anyways. The baby was really dark...like dark as me already. And the nurse was asking me about it. She had these luminescent blue eyes.

I was at Js house and I think we were watching old Kung fu movies. Anyway. I headed outside and he had about four dogs tied up. I took one at a time and walked them around. I don't think they've ever been for a walk. They were pretty aggressive but happy that I was giving them a little freedom.

1 Dream unfortunately:
I was stood in front of a large iron stage and was holding a small blue gun, it looked as though it’d fire ping pong balls. There were lots of other girls and boys my age stood around holding the same weapons. One by one we climbed up on the stage and went behind the large red curtain at the back. I found myself in my own back garden, I looked to my left to see a chubby guy peering around a corner aiming at me. I dropped to the ground and rolled before running to the bottom of my garden before taking cover behind what appeared to be a wrought iron WW2 bomb shelter. I looked round to see the guy stood out in the open looking around, I shot him several times but he just looked in my direction and started walking towards me. Like an unstoppable robot he made his way towards me at a slow and steady pace with me constantly firing at him. This continued until he was stood almost in front of me, then he did something strange. He climbed up the walls of the bunker until he was stood on the ceiling upside down so he could get a better shot. He looked at me and took aim, whilst I darted around now firing at his head trying to get him to stop. I managed to dodge several of the things he was firing until I finally ran out of energy and passed out. Then I woke up. (Full dream- 1 Point)

Also did a WBTB (Attempt- 1 point)

This is a little complicated. In Waking Life my wife and I visited Chichen Itza and Palenque on our honeymoon, years ago. From the walls of The Temple of the Foliated Cross at Palenque, my wife drew a picture of a young Mayan man who was holding some kind of ceremonial flute, as if he were a herald.

In last night's dream my intent was to re-visit Chichen Itza and connect with DV dreamers. In the dream I was driving some kind of small motorized vehicle through a Mexican village, and I was carrying the Mayan flute with me. I realized I was driving on the sidewalk instead of the road and made a correction. I came to a tunnel and drove downward through it. Then I came to a wall of gated bars that I had to pass through to get to the other side.

I could pass through the bars but couldn't get the flute through. Two Mexican men on the other side of the bars saw me and picked up guitars as if to play music with me when I made it through. I tried and tried but couldn't get the flute to fit through.

I gave up and went back through the tunnel to the road. I then found that I could go around the tunnel on a side road and got to the other side. I saw a shaman on the other side and told him about not being able to get through the gate with the flute.

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I was in what I guess was an arcade with my brother, sister and mother. We were in a little room in the back for console games. My brother was playing Skyward Sword, which he claimed to have already beaten but was having some difficulty with it here. I started thinking about how nice it would be to have health and stamina potions for lucid dreams (because my dream body is often injured or feels fatigued, and that seems like a nice passive control solution), and lo and behold I became briefly lucid.

My focus at the time was the potions, though, so I took up two clear plastic cups with soda in them and turned the liquid red and green. I spent some time tasting and tweaking them both. In the end, the health potion tasted sort of sweet and warming, and the stamina potion tasted like Alka-Seltzer and Red Bull. During this time I'd wandered out into the pizza-parlor section of the arcade, and drawn some looks from the patrons as I paced along the rows of tables with my two cups of bright liquid. I caught the blatantly staring eyes of a young man and an older woman, probably his mother, and made a face, causing them to laugh and then look quickly away.

I headed back to the little room. At this point, my brother was trying to play Rocksmith, the game where you plug in a real electric guitar. The dream faded out a little bit, and we were in a store with a wall of amplifiers. I'm not sure who in our party wanted an amplifier, or for what purpose.

Dream 2
I was male, maybe 14, tan, with freckles across my nose and short black hair, wearing a black turtleneck and jeans. I know this because I was constantly drifting into DO. My name was Brantley, and the other guy there, slightly older, paler, with hair a bit longer and disheveled, was named Dave...Dan...there was definitely a D. We'll go with Dave for our purposes. I took him for my cousin.

I was staying with my aunt because my parents were dead. The little suburban house was shut up against outside invaders, but there was a small balcony on the upper level where you could watch the neighborhood go to pieces. The streets were crawling with undead- I'd never, in all my zombie dreams seen this kind of density in a suburban area. I ducked back inside quickly.

Eventually I found a sort of distance developing between my cousin, aunt and I. I couldn't understand it. Then Dave held a gun to my head, and said that soon enough the disease would take me and then I might hurt his mom, so I'd best go quietly now. I didn't know what he was talking about- I didn't remember being bitten- but when I pulled up my pant leg, there it was, a pulsing, sappy black wound.

Saved by the bell! That's where my alarm went off.

I got up just long enough to write that bit down, but couldn't force myself to stay up the usual 1/2 hour for my WBTB.


Dream 3
I rolled over, but my room was too unbearably hot to fall asleep, and there was noise outside. I got up and peered through the blinds. There were a dozen cars clustered in and around the drive. I had no idea what that could be about, it had to be 4 AM... I did a reality check, and sure enough it was a false awakening.

Once I was lucid, I really had no idea what to do. I thought about those dreamwalking techniques, and decided to go with "Use a door to make a portal to their dream". I grabbed the handle to my sister's closet, and tried to, I don't know, channel energy along my arm. There was a faint golden glow around the perimeter of the door. I took a deep breath. "NightSpy?" I opened the door.
My friend M.I. was crammed on top of the rack in the closet. "You're not NightSpy." "I'm not?" "Nope." "Get me down!" "Nope." I slammed the door. I repeated that same process over and over, each time trying to place more of that feeling, the sense of someone's energy into it, trying to believe that he was really there behind the door... and got more and more ridiculous results.

Eventually I switched names- "Windhover?" "Windhover?" "Windhover?" "Katsuno?" "Katsuno?" "Katsuno" "Ka- Leonard Nimoy?!" I think around the time Mr. Spock strode out of my closet, followed by Captain Kirk, both in dress uniform and both inhumanly tall, I lost lucidity. The first thing I did was hug Spock around his waist (as he was about 7'5"). He stiffly tousled my hair in what was no doubt a veiled attempt at removing me.

Dream 4
I was in a car alongside a man who was an odd combination of my older brother and Tallahassee from Zombieland. We were circling a parking lot- looking for a new vehicle better suited to our purposes. We settled on an H2 lurking in the corner, and Tally jimmied the lock. He was- I don't know, hotwiring the car- and I was standing on the top, picking off any walkers who got too close.

The parking lot belonged to a superstore, like a Wal- or K- mart, and once Tally finished what he was doing we barrelled inside. Of course, the inside was full of zombies. I wasn't sure what we were doing in here, but we fought our way to the distant left of the store and a heavy door swung open for us.

We were inside what appeared to be an animal day care. There were a bunch of kittens and hamsters, I didn't see much else. Tally appeared to know the woman who ran the place. There was one other room connected to the main room, a small kitchen. There was a door there that led outside, and had a glass window. I looked out and saw a shuffling figure nearby. I dove out of sight and hissed "Lurkers!" to the next room. The older woman pulled a shotgun out of seemingly nowhere.

The figure on the other side of the glass turned the handle and opened the door. I sighed in relief- it wasn't a lurker- but then I realized there was something off about her. She had long black hair, and red lipstick and dress, but her skin had taken on an ashy green tint and the whites of her eyes were yellow. She was clutching something wrapped in white cloth. She placed it on the table and it started moving.

"Maude, I got a baby alligator! He's real hungry- give him everything we got!" she called in a shaky, excited voice to the old woman. "I don't want that thing snacking on kittens." "Oh, he's real friendly..." I had no idea what was wrong with the girl, but I decided it was time for Tally and I to GTFO so I grabbed his arm and dragged him outside. We were on the highway in the H2 when I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an office. The office was like a hallway of big, heavy desks, rather than a big floor full of cubicles. There was some kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. But daylight flowed in through windows, giving the atmosphere more of a gold-white feel.

I stood before some desk. I had probably been given some task by "my boss," who then walked away. There was a stack of papers on the desk. I picked it up and turned away from the desk, as if I were going to walk to my own workspace.

But the hallway was now blocked all the way across by the desk of one of my old senior co-workers, RW. RW sat at his desk. In the usual mild manner he took with me, he asked me if I was happy with my new position. Apparently I was doing research on semiconductors.

I bashfully giggled and told RW it was okay. RW said, "Well, I certainly don't think I could do something like what you're doing. It would be too much for me, just picking up on semis like that. That's really hard."

I just giggled and smiled. I couldn't do anything else. RW, who does research on diagnostic equipment and PBMs, had a reputation for being extremely witty, incisive, and self-assured. He could cut anybody down. But he'd always been gentle with me. Even now, I didn't want to spoil my unique relationship with RW by getting over-confident.

But RW said, "Now, come on! You have to admit that what you're doing is pretty good!"

I didn't know what to say. I think I might have started to talk about how I thought RW's research was really cool. But before I could say that, I think RW started talking about how his reseach wasn't so difficult.

Dream #2

I was in an auditorium full of high schoolers or college kids. There was a group of high-level officials on the stage. The stage was really high up, compared to the seats. I was in the third or fourth row. But I often saw as if I were a video camera, closed right up on the group.

The group all stood in a kind of random fashion. There weren't any podiums. I'm pretty sure there weren't even any mics. There was no decoration on the stage, either. It was just a bare stage.

The people on stage were from all over the world. There was some kind of major announcement being made. It had to do with some decision of President Obama's.

But the main person, who was to make the bulk of the announcement, was alternately Obama and some tall, bald, white, slightly overweight man. But even when the man was Obama, he spoke of Obama in the third person.

The man first asked a woman to leave the room. The woman's name was something like Piti or Peetee. She looked (to my reflection now) Iranian. She had short hair in a kind of Jackie-O cut. She had pale, olive-colored skin, and a healthy, round figure. Her dress was pale blue-grey. But the fabric was really strange, like a mix between terry cloth and cashmere.

Piti left through a door to a stairwell, on the right (my right) of the stage. After she left, the man said that Piti had already determined that if Obama's decision was unfavorable to her, she would take some kind of action against him. Apparently Obama had already done something to Piti, basically barring her from making any appearances in the United States.

But Obama's decision was going to go against Piti's desires. The man explained to all of us that Piti basically had control over all of Southeast Asia. She could bar (I think the man called it "sanction" in the dream) Obama from Southeast Asia, just as he'd barred her from the United States.

It was pretty obvious (I don't know why) that it was a lot worse for Obama being "sanctioned" from Southeast Asia than it was for Piti to be barred from the United States. But it seemed pretty obvious, as well, that Obama wouldn't tolerate this sanction. So we were all basically told to prepare for a conflict.

The man had now, apparently, handed out paper presentations to all of us. The presentation was, I think, an argument for why we should aim for some kind of compromise, rather than heading into a conflict. But the presentations were all in Chinese.

A boy asked the man (who may now have been alone on the stage) if he could give an English translation of the presentation. I turned around so I could see the boy. The auditorium was huge! And it was packed -- full of high school or college students!

The boy sat at a folding chair along the right wall. He was an Asian boy with a squarish, shortish haircut, squarish glasses, and a dark blue winter jacket.

The man may have voiced a little disappointment that the boy needed translation. But there was a girl, also Asian, sitting with a female friend. This girl actually yelled back to the boy, "Why do you need a translation? Didn't you study your own language, like everybody else does?"

The boy said something like, "Well, yeah, I studied. But I just thought if we got a little translation here and there, it could help us get through the rest of the text faster on our own."

The girl sighed at the boy, like she couldn't believe what a lazy excuse-maker he was. I turned back forward and looked at my text as the girl said, "It basically says that China believes, if the whole world cooperated, we could reach the ends of the universe, with the energy we have right now."

I looked at the presentation in the hands of the girl to my left. There was a screenshot printed on the page. The shot was of some YouTube video, showing some view of the universe. The sky was mostly black, with just a few faint dots of stars.

For some reason I was now running to the bathroom. I was somehow involved with some meeting with President Obama. But it also had to do with some branch of Satanism. The branch was named something like Gen Schele. But "Gen" may have been "Glen." And "Schele" may have been "Shell" or "Schnell."

Obama had possibly already explained something to me about the government, this cult, and some decision being made in international affairs. I really disapproved of it. I thought it would end with a lot of people dying. But I thought it would be weak to voice my disapproval. And I acted like it was perfectly natural.

But now I needed to go to the bathroom so bad! I was running toward a restroom. I was wearing khaki shorts for some reason (great way to meet the President, right?). And now I couldn't hold my pee anymore. The inner thighs of my shorts were all soaked.

I didn't think it was so bad. If I got to the bathroom and to a urinal, I could pee the rest of the way in there. Then my shorts would likely dry quickly.

I was in a bathroom now, peeing in a urinal. But my pee was coming out so much, so forcibly, that I was still spraying all over my shorts, making them even more and more soaked. Plus, I just wasn't stopping! I had peed so much that the urinal was completely full. A huge puddle was already forming on the floor.

At some point Obama saw me. He asked me, with a bit of disappointment and disdain, what was bothering me so much. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me. I didn't want him to think I was weak. But I'm pretty sure he knew what was bothering me.

I just wanted, really badly, to finish peeing, so I could go into one of the stalls, crouch into a fetal position, and just lie there until my shorts finally dried.

(When I woke up, I seriously expected to find that I'd wet the bed, my dream was so vivid. But, thankfully, I did not. Also -- just as a side note, the "Gen Schele" might be a mix-up of the name of the artist Egon Schiele, and also of the name Rothschild. I've been reading about the Rothschilds lately.)

Katsuno's Dreams

Didn't get much sleep last night...

1st: (Fragment) I remember being inside a beach house looking out to the ocean. The water was crystal clear and the sun was shining. This probably was my Dream Island I incubated last night

2nd: It was night and I was in front of a castle. I was a soldier and I had a big sword. For some reason I watched myself from the third person. Somebody was with me and I think it was a friend. Suddenly some soldiers rushed towards me. I evaded and did a butterfly twist and used the rotation power to hit him with the sword. I didn't cut him but his helmet broke in two. (I could do those moves because I watched "Ong Bak" last night lol). He attacked again and I did a flick-flack and kicked him away. I don't remember much but I think I pretty much beat his ass up...

I was in the backyard at my dads house with my brother and my cousin. There were two pools instead of one. My cousin and brother kept jumping over the first pool and landing on the concrete between the first and second pool. I didn't get why they were, but I knew they were doing it on purpose.

Had a frag where I was about to cook but I realized I had been eating chicken and mixed vegetables for three days in a row. Nathan made an appearance and borrowed a 5 for the snack machine.


I'm in the desert and I'm trying to park my car. For some reason I do it with a remote from someone else's car. The controlls get jacked up and the car goes flying down the interstate. Micheal Strahan is there and he's telling me some hind sight crap about how I shouldnt have done it.

I also remember seeing Acatalephoc...I just don't remember why.

And watching a SNL skit that involved lots of sex and coke.

08.01.2012

Escape + Beached Gorrilla (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
This is the first new entry in my dream journal since 2009. I am trying to get back into it. No lucids here but I know it is only a matter of time if I stick with it.

I live on a world that has been entirely taken over by fascists - typical arrogant long-black-coat wearing military types. Anyway there is a resistance movement but it is too dangerous to be organised - even talking in code is immediately noticed so we communicate using only eye contact, and then only when it is safe to do so.
So, I do this really dangerous sabotage on one of their bases, involves really risky sneaking about. I do it and get away but before I am clear they notice the sabotage and begin hunting for the culprit. I am running across country trying to cover as much ground as possible but I have been cut and am bleeding, and they are using dogs. I feel I will be caught even though I am using tricks like running along shallow rivers and stuff - I feel they are toying with me. There is a lot more to this dream, I get harboured by this big community - lots of kids running around, and I employ someone to fix up a shelter I have acquired, but it is just fragments.


I have a few other interesting dreams, but I cannot remember more than fragments, so I try WBTB, and have this dream...

A huge (almost king-kong size) gorilla had become beached (as in like a whale) after a fight with something - a shark maybe - anyway it had a bad injury to it's head, but it is concious and sitting up. I was sort of watching all this from a distance but there was a news reporter narrating details. Apparantly the gorilla's head injury is so bad there is a hole to it's brain and they are going to use a precision guided missile to cauterise it (the gorilla is too dangerous to get close to). I think, 'WTF?', and I go to the BBC website to see if this is for real (duh!) There is a big list of reasons why they have to close the hole in it's head before they can release it back to the wild - it might put something in and damage it's brain, or another gorilla might, or it might get infected, there was a big list of daft reasons but I can't remember.
Anyway, I watch this procedure and it works - they fire the missile from a helecopter and the hole gets sealed.
I think it is really cool how they did this.