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I was in the sea side. I think there were some people. I was looking for the bathroom. I found one.

I saw a lot of fish for sale on the stalls.

I was in an office. It felt... bad. Like I was trapped, but I went into the room by my own free will looking for someone or something. At first the place was empty, then people started showing up. Men and women. Some went down from the stairs. They were talking. I couldn't understand what they were saying or can't remember. I wanted to leave.

Morning of January 14, 2015. Wednesday.



My dream involves a “Star Trek” novel, printed by hand in ink on Post-it notes. The notes are in a large pile, mostly in order at first. About three-quarters of the way through, the pages seem out of order and the last section seems flipped around.

The story comes to life, both on a television in an unknown room I am in and sometimes with me at the scene of the story as an interactive “movie” for shorter periods. I see a small poster or page from an unknown magazine of a young William Shatner which reads “Trek Star”. At first, the letters in the title seem ambiguous or intentionally displaying different words (probably “Tek War” a series of science-fiction novels created by William Shatner, ghost-written by Ron Goulart). Also, it seems like the story is supposed to be “disguised” so that people will not realize at first that it is a “Star Trek” story, though the “Trek Star” title is a rather obvious clue that it is. I see Christopher Lloyd as a Klingon at one point. I hear the name “Kirk” (though not “captain”) fairly often as if that is supposed to be another clue before it is more clearly a “Star Trek” story.

One scene where I seem to actually be present relates to an event where Kirk is on a planet and has dealings with a few Freakies (from Freakies Cereal) who are trying to help him in what seems like a possible court martial, though it looks like a normal courtroom at one point. Kirk mentions how the Freakies were not members of his crew though they seem to think they are honorary members, which is why they want to help him. The story is not that clear. It may be that the Klingons have invaded the Freakies home world.

It eventually becomes tedious to read each paragraph on each separate Post-it note (though reading in dreams is often difficult, as the writing typically changes when looking back at it). I am not sure where the stack of Post-it notes came from. When I get three-quarters in as mentioned earlier, some of the pages are also either blank or very slightly reflective bronze-colored on one side. I start to look through the rest of them but my dream loses cohesion at this point. I do carefully flip each page over onto the ones in the pile already read, which remains on the floor for the most part, though I sometimes pick it up. The remaining pages are in my left hand.

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Early January. This one is worth documenting as the control over elements was perhaps the best yet. I had been fooling around with overly compliant female DCs, but that kept forcing me to stop and stabilize. I think it reached a point where 1 minute of sex equaled 30 seconds of stabilizing. I got bored of thgis and decided to train. I have not been paying attention to TOTM so I tried to come up with anything challenging.

1) I levitated up into the air and got to eye level with some power lines. I then slowely rotated in the air unti I was completely upsided down. The graphics rotated too, which was cool if not very life like. It was as if the image was being turned until it was upside down. I did have a shift in proprioception so it felt as if I had rotated in space.

2) I decided to see how intense and life like I could make lightning come from my hands. I focused and bright white streaks shot from my hands. Not very impressed. Lets try again. I pictured the electricity you see come from a Tesla coil. A small amount of that effect came from my hands and extended a foot or so. No bigger,,, focus. I suddenly got it. A huge arc of multiple energy lines arced from a Tesla coil into the ground on the other side of me. Beautiful. Crazy amounts of electricity arcing in perfect graphics, but not from my hands. DCs began to scatter. I changed the image until the arc was from my hands. Perfect, better then the special effects of Jedis shotting force lightning.

3) I then tried fire. I was hoping for a good fireball I could throw. I was working my way up making it more realistic each time, but the only truely flame like graphics that would count as somewhat hi-def were jets of flame shooting out of my hands in pulses, about like a fire-eater blows out of his mouth at carnivals. I woke up before I could perfect a true fire ball.

mid Dec- I have been busy and not journaling. This one was worth noting. I was in the hotel and DEILD back into lucidity. I almost had an FA as I looked around and saw the exact hotel room. I spent some time with two summened bed partners. I noticed that they more or less looked the same. I thought "why have two women look the same," and intended to change them. I was impressed with just how compliant the dream and DCs were. They got up on the bed on hands and knees and patiently let me examine them. I then was able to think of the changes I wanted and they happened. I was able to maintain two DCs who behaved as I wished and modify their forms in fairly high definition. Too cool.

In this dream I was walking down a carpeted stairwell, that made a 90 degree turn to the left, and I was following a brown haired man. I was making silly nonsense words, and acting totally stupid. As we made our way down the stairs, this man laughed and looked back at me smiling. Holy crap, it’s Robin Williams! Seeing him made me instantly lucid.

We ended up in a family room, where I told him how much all his fans love and miss him. I then asked him how he’s doing in the afterlife, but he looked horrified at what I said, and he quickly turned away. I’m slowly learning what to say, and what not to say while lucid, and this clearly what not to say to somebody who has passed. I casually changed the topic by asking him to show me his acting awards. This got his attention, and he opened up a hidden, trap door in a shelving unit, and we walked into an open area that looked like a cluttered basement. He suddenly started to look frightened by something, and he reached behind some junk, and then pulled out an old, single shot, 410 shotgun!

The shotgun had a silver receiver, wood stock, and blued barrel. He pulled the hammer back, swung the shotgun in my general direction, and then he started pulling on the trigger. I wasn’t at all scared by this, because I’ve lost track at how many times I’ve been shot at while dreaming, but I really wasn’t up to be shot by Robin Williams. Robin then frantically said, “What’s up with this thing?”, as he pulled on the trigger. I reached forward and quickly grabbed the gun from him, and ripped the barrel off the receiver. Then he started to point at something with his finger, so I looked around to see what it was, and then I realized what he was so scared of. It wasn’t me he was trying to shoot!

I was shocked to see, a huge, black spider, the size of a rat, creeping along the concrete floor. He wanted to shoot the spider (not me)! I still had the shotgun, less the barrel, in my hand. Instinctively I checked the shotgun’s chamber to make sure a shell was in there, and that all was clear where the barrel use to be. It basically looked like sawed off shotgun, so I pointed it at the spider, and pulled the trigger. Boom! A spray of lead went flying everywhere, and the spider blew to pieces. I looked back at Robin, and he asked me, “Did you get the bacteria?” I looked at him and nodded, while I thought to myself, that was spider, not ‘bacteria’. I immediately woke up, and thought about what happened. Normally I would have hugged the spider and turned it into something beautiful, but I panicked and used the shotgun. Oh well, next time I’ll get it right.