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I remember being in a world that nearly seemed animated, but it was very dark. I was climbing up a structure with two other guys. I noticed that it was so easy to climb up the chains that hung down, but I never thought about RCing. The weird hanging structure lead to the side of a skyscraper in which I kept climbing up. Once we were up top...someone did something dumb. They started summoning something....The sky was black, lightning was flashing, and I heard this booming voice say something about summoning the demon halloween. I looked down, and there was a long ghost/snake like figure circling the buildings below. It had a giant purple head, and the rest of it was covered in black rags. All and all, it had to be the size of the building I was standing on. I kept thinking "fuck i'm gonna fight this....fuck I'm gonna fight this"....


Then I wake up in my room. It's day time, and there's a letter on my bed. The letter is an invitation to a gambling cruise. It includes 100 bucks worth of vouchers with it, and the first thing I do is try to go to the web site....and my phone sucks.....

I wake up out of my bed again, and then I call D and tell him all the details about the previous dream (there seemed to be more....I think I was actually on the cruise ship at one point) and wake up for real.

Dreams:

First Dream: DVA Castle Found

I am travelling ans searching for DVA everywhere, Mostly in Villages. Then I reached to a village where I found an empty ancient building which is known as DVA.

Second Dream: Surveys on Lucid Dreaming

I am at a village which is known in dream but in reality its unknown place. There is a family who is my enemy and they are Don of Village. And They want to kill me. But I am ignoring them. One morning I wake up and going to the Spot of my enemies with my friends. They are coming to me to kill me but i am asking them that I am here just to talk to you about Lucid Dreams. Then Now they are normal and ready to listen me. I am asking them to help me in research of Lucid Dreaming. Now they want to help me. I am thirsty so I am finding spot of water by turning my head and I can see a classroom going on behind me and I can see a Water Cooler placed their. I am going toward water cooler without permission of teachers while entering to class, I can see that feel bad about it. I am drinking water suddenly I hear a voice of Swords and Guns, I see they are killing my friends and village people. I am running to find my car so i can save my life. Now I am in my car and its raining outside while night time and people are running alone and with their vegetables carts to save their lives and then suddenly one man hits his cart to my car and keep pushing it and my car start moving forward to down road I am so scared and I am trying to stop car by pressing brakes but breaks are not working. and then i woke up.

3rd Dream: Insult

I am living in my old house which we left 8 years ago. I am playing wit my friends in street. I dont know what happens and my elder brother start to insulting me. And took my sister and my brothers wife into his car and I tried to call brothers wife, she also insulted me. I am very sad and sharing these emotions with my mother. Then I see that my aunt who lives in other cit she is here with her children (my Cusons) I hate them. I am not trying to meet them.

4rth Dream: Movie

Me, my sister, my uncle and his sisters are watching a movie. This place is also unknown. But that unknown place was my home in the dream.

5th Dream: Breakup

Because of some family issues I broke up with my Girlfriend befor my wedding which was going to be held after two months. My father-in-law and mother-in-law was the reason of this breakup.

around 12 am - 9:47 am

Key words:

"Duay Rhimes"
LRT, train
working for someone instead of for myself
gulaman, powder

Miss H, judge for a writing contest. I pay for the prize and for the judges.

another drowning dream. you know, the usual.

I was in a large pool with my friend, we were just having a good time hanging out and swimming around. There was this part of the pool where there weren't many people for some reason. I decided to casually swim over there to check it out, but when I swam a few feet past the side-floaty-marker-thingy I realized that I was in a very deep section. It was apparently the deepest deep end in all of Wisconsin, about 15-20 feet(which obviously isn't true in RL ha!). I am absolutely terrified of deep water in dreams(and sometimes in RL) so I swam back to the shallow end as fast as I could, my heart pounding. But as time went by, I became less scared of the deep end and decided to explore it again. This time I remember entering the deep end and being under water, floating along, and then drowning. It was so peaceful, it felt like flying. The lifeguard noticed I was drowning and went to pull me out, but afterwards I was only half conscious but he had a class of a few students by him. He was showing the students how to help a drowning victim, and even though I WAS a victim, he payed more attention to teaching the students what to do than actually helping me. So that failed. And I woke up.

I was at the beach with my mother. We were fleeing though, someone was after us.

Later in the dream, I was in the car with my mother. I received a text on my phone. I flipped it open to find a very mysterious text. Many more kept coming.

The texts were threatening. They threatened revenge, told us to watch our back, and expect our lives to be in ruins by the time they were finished with us.

They sent us pictures with people who had their faces burnt in acid.

I wanted to call the cops, but my mother said that it was probably just some angsty teenager. We kept driving home. I was a little shaken up, but my mother said it likely wasn't anything to worry about.

A few minutes later, my father calls my mother's cell phone and tells her that when he went outside he found his car had its windows smashed open and everything was torn up. He drove it irregardless, and then it blew up a few miles later. The car had been hijacked.



We immediately stopped the car and turned around. We realized that they had been stalking us for some time and now could recognize our vehicles and target them out. We needed to immediately get off of the country road and somewhere safer.

They kept sending us threatening texts. I was trying to pinpoint who these people could be and why they were after us. From their texts, I could tell that they were teenagers/young adults and were gothic.

Awhile later, my mother and I decided to try to come back home again. We parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine.

"Wait...listen," I whispered. I heard the creaking of the floor above us. I heard talking. We weren't alone.

"We need to go. We need to call the cops," I desperately whispered. We tried to start up the car, but the engine stalled. The car wouldn't start. The car had made so much noise it was clear that our perpetrators knew that we were home.

"Hide," I whispered. We hid in a staircase. I pulled out a gun and my mother's eyes widened. I am normally a nonviolent person, but when my loved ones are in danger I will fight. I was ready to blow their brains out. These criminals had caused us so much distress. I couldn't imagine ever losing my mother, so I was very ready to protect her.

I tried to call 911 on the cell phone. The dial tone was so loud. I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs.

I could feel their presence lurking, becoming closer and closer to us.



A figure appeared before us. I aimed my gun at him only to find that it hadn't been reloaded. Fuck.

He smirked and raised his gun, paused, and added, "you don't think I'd let you die so easily? No. Your deaths shall be slow and painful."

He turned around and left.

We needed to get the fuck out of this house.

But our escapes were blocked.

In the process of running, my mother and I got separated.

I found myself alone in a small foyer between two stories. I heard small bombs exploding and could hear the the cracking of burning wood. The house was on fire.



A figure emerged from the shadows and called my name.

"...Hello?" I called back.The figure of a young adult appeared. He had scruffy black hair. A white, cotton T-shirt and ripped up jeans. He had dark circles around his eyes.

"Zukin. I have been watching you, my love," he whispered.

"Who are you?" I pleaded, backing into a corner.

"My name is Arcane. You've broken my heart so many times and failed to even acknowledge my existence. All I want is to be with you, but there are so many people in the way. And so I realized; the only way I could ever have you completely to myself, the only way you could forever be mine, is if we died together that way."

He grabbed my hand but I quickly pulled away.

"Time is running out," he pointed out. The fire was beginning to engulf the exits and I could hear the morphing and crying of the burning, warping wood.

"In any afterlife, or lack thereof, I would still never be yours. You're a psychopath," I exclaimed. A hurt look crossed his face.

"I thought you were different," he whispered, "Normal people call me a psychopath. It's only the misunderstood who understand me. I thought we could have a life together. I've dreamed of it for so long. All I have ever wanted is you in my arms, I would be so good to you," he revealed.

He had the saddest defeated look on his face, "Please. I understand now. You clearly don't want me, and I will accept that. I only wish I knew that from the beginning so that I could have stopped all of this. But there's no time left now. Please, take my hand."

He collapsed to the ground in agony. I told him that we could change all of this if we acted now and made our escape.

"I'm too heartbroken to carry on," his eyes dazed into the distance, longing. I tried to grab his hand to pull him up, but he refused. He really did seem physically weakened. I needed someone stronger to carry him out of the burning house.

"Arcane, please try to get up," I pleaded one last time. The ceiling was beginning to collapse from the fire.

"There is one final bomb that will explode soon. You need to leave before it detonates. Leave me here, go, carry on," he whispered with a voice full of despair.

I couldn't just leave him here, but there was no way I could convince him to go with me. I opted to find someone stronger to carry him from the house.

"Arcane - I am coming back for you. Please, don't give up yet. We can change all of this," I pleaded.

"Promise you will come back for me?" He looked up and added.

"I promise," I whispered back.

I ran out of the burning building and cried for help. I told one of the firefighters that there was still someone left inside the burning house who could no longer walk and he needed to be saved.

But as soon as those words came out of my mouth, the bomb in the house exploded, leaving only wreckage.



I was struck with sorrow.

After several hours, only ashes remained. I searched through the wreckage for any sign of life. I found Arcane's body, depleted of breath. His skin had remained untouched by the fire, but his spirit was long gone. He was lifeless, his body full of sadness as someone who hadn't had their promise fulfilled.

When I put things in sequence the first I remember is a video or perspective about how European settlers also suffered loss and death during the colonisation of the New World. It showed rural children scrambling in a rustic graveyard and hiding. There was a scrolling through a list of things, large pot, iron fence, stone, like that, which were actually disguised children hiding from a militia. They were apparently the ancestors of the Amish or maybe it was just comparing lifestyle to them.

Next I remember wandering in some country area, and on a path was with some other people being informed about 9 people having accidents and 4 apparently gruesome ones, because they didn't understand Planck's Constant, apparently an equation for cellular dynamics or biology. There was a ditch nearby and a sewer was meant to have run through it. A plastic cap was the proof for this, as some girl explained helpfully and unsolicited, although I was wary of touching something that had been of a sewer even if it had been years since it was flowing.

Can't remember any dreams from last night
I do remember waking up at 6am (ish) and remembering the dreams, but couldn't be bothered to tap it into my phone.
My phone is a pain in the arse to work, so I'm going to start writing in my notepad again

In other news, haven't seen too much synchronicities recently for the paradigm shift.
However, about 5 minutes ago, I was thinking about how my friend has his ex-band still as his career on facebook after several months of splitting up, and he changed it minutes later!

This dream was sort of choppy, but also rather thrilling. I would have liked to remember more details.

TBut there was a green planet below us, but not like earth. It looked more like a gas planet. Me and a huge fleet of spaceships were charging into battle against some sort of alien mother ship.
There were five or so large star-cruiser type ships in our fleet, as well as dozens of small fighters. The cruisers were rather boxy, they sort of looked like two large boxes affixed by a small rear section with large engines. I was piloting one of the fighters. Our fighters looked like jet fighters, although more high tech. Eventually, the alien mothership came into view. It was a massive craft, a sort of purplish color with a curving design. Smaller alien fighters deployed from the side, and combat began.
I can remember barrel-rolling around, one of the alien fighters was following me. The alien fighters looked sort of like manta-rays. I banked around, under the bottom of the alien mother ship. When I pulled up on the other side, batteries opened fire shooting green laser beams at me. Luckly, none of them hit.
There was a dome like structure on the side of the alien craft. I fired a missile of some sort at it, destroying it.
"Their shields are down! We have 3...4...5 direct hits!" A voice came over my radio. I looked over my shoulder, behind me. Our own star cruisers had opened fire with these blue laser weapons and destroyed the alien mothership.
I noticed some alien fighters fleeing the scene, and decided to give chase. I followed them into a group of small cratered moons. But slowly, the dream began to fade away at this point.

Fragment-I was watching a youtube video and someone yelled "Let's cut to the chase!" The video immediately changed to a video of some dream characters running in and out of doors kind of like one of the old chase scenes from the scooby doo shows.

I guess that was supposed to be funny.

Fragment-I was attempting some sort of arcade/puzzle game. The idea was that plastic balls would roll down a chute and you would press a button at the right time to have a little flap lift up and catapult the ball out of the chute so that you would earn points.
The game was obviously broken because despite me hitting the button at the correct time, the ball would get stuck and not lift out of the chute.