Created Wednesday 06 June 2018 Just a few scraps and a dream today. Scrap Group 1 Walking around the neighborhood during a a sunny day. I then fly high up in the sky, taking a trip across the city. Along the way, I pass over a construction site, a nearby reservoir clearly reflecting the blue sky. Something about Harley Quinn joining me in my travels, despite my reluctance. Indeed, she gets me into a bit of trouble somewhere along the line.Later, I stop at an airport, where I booked a flight to somewhere up in northeastern US. When I arrived, I attacked a white trash-can looking robot, thinking it was a potential threat.bot Wandering around in an urban area. Dream 1 - Double Monster Rampage The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching a Hispanic superhero-themed horror comedy show. A psychotic (and nude) size-changing guy was going on a rampage. While giant, he devastates entire cities and turns fertile plains into wastelands. One of the heroes, a light skinned, dark haired woman in black spandex and the power of super strength, was chasing after him. The two finally encounter each other in a dirt field. At first, it seemed both were evenly matched. But then, the super strong woman overtly surpasses her limits, causing sudden violent swelling in her muscles. The guy shrinks down to taunt her, poking at the woman's deformed anatomy before she exploded outright. Cut to another episode, a ridiculous Batman/Godzilla-knockoff crossover. This had the Joker swap bodies with said Godzilla ersatz. But, in lieu of total destruction, he instead plotted to coerce a rich, famous family into giving him cash. Zoom in on a skyscraper's penthouse. Lounging inside were three preteen superstars, all triplets, and the source of said family's wealth. Joker-zilla then smashed the windows and outer walls to the suite, and (somehow being capable of speech) makes his demands. The girls' mother, against all reason, stands up to the kaiju, refusing to budge. In response, she's picked up in the monster's claws' and crushed to death, the woman's jaws and neck hyperextending to a comical degree. The mad monster then eats several chunks of flesh, and audaciously offers some "meat puffs" to the others. Not sure how this ended.
Updated 06-07-2018 at 03:30 AM by 89930
For starters I have not watched television wrestling in about 20 years, with that being said this dream was so strange it had to be logged. First me and my brother were trying to find the usb cable that powered a special device that let us watch t.v. on our watches. We looked all over the house I used to live in as kids for it, but the device and the cable could not be found. On the show, all the wrestlers were sick and vomiting on camera in hospital rooms like it was an episode of E.R. and Vince McMann was walking from room to room with a clipboard and the comedy followed, with wrestlers puking on Dr.s nurses, and each other (sort of like the story from Wideload eating all the pies in "Stand By Me") We got the idea that we could bring the Boogie Woogie man back to life by plugging in the USB cable into his pacemaker to restart him, and there was a small wrestler figure made of plastic and we plugged it in, and the Boogie Woogie man came back to life on the T.V. show hinting at the movie Weird Science. This was a nonsense dream and I file it under comedy with no lucidity.
Fragment: I was at the movies in Toronto with my parents (again in Toronto with my parents?) watching the new Star Wars movie. My mom was hungry and so I convinced my dad to come get food. We lined up at a breakfast place, waited till we were at the cashier, and ordered pancakes. We found ourselves in the theatre watching the movie. There were three characters: two unrecognizable actors and Leonardo DiCaprio with a rigid expression, commenting on the apparent state of danger in the current scene. I'm no longer at the movies, but rather following a woman. I notice she is flying toward a large sailing ship in the middle of a gigantic whirlpool. All the sailors scurry in fear of being sunk and yet as the woman perches herself onto the railing of the ship, all the men stop and watch her. I'm observing, floating from behind, as her legs change into a snake's tail (like a mermaid, but a snake). Total Dream Sign Count Inner Awareness = 2 Action = 2 Form = 6 Context = 2 Total LD's/Dream = 0/6 = 0% Please comment and let me know if you think I missed some dream sign classifications in the journal entry!
Dream 97: At The Arcade Inside a Cinemark-type building; lots of dark red and black everywhere. I'm racing my brother around the hallways, sticking close to the walls to get around quicker (Thank you Gorman Race Track). On the third lap, I bolt it as fast as I can, narrowly avoiding being face-planted into the wall. Security starts catching on and warns us against running around the theater again. My brother and I head for the arcade portion of the building. There's your cookie-cutter Pac-Man machines and lame cabinets--nothing special. Until I come across this one machine at least... Well, two of them. My mom tagged along and she used the cabinet behind me. The controllers were the weirdest things I've seen. They were wooden cylinders with red buttons on randomly placed sections of the controllers. There were also two of them per person, one for each hand. Both of the cabinets were classic Castlevania clones.
Morning of June 6, 2018. Wednesday. In my dream, I am looking at the Internet. It seems to be late morning. I find myself looking at an archive site for television series, possibly archive dot org, though it is rendered differently. A list of episodes of an unknown television series appears mainly on the left half of the screen, but I do not look at much of the right half of the screen, which seems mostly featureless. (This is logical as dream state orientation autosymbolism is most often directed to the left while waking process autosymbolism is most often on the right. This is a natural result of liminal focus on sleeping as being directed to my left side toward the bed’s surface while waking autosymbolism is oriented to my dream self’s right as it is more open to the environment in reality.) A dream journalist who exists in real life had made a comment on one of the episodes, saying that the episode was not there and he could not find it anywhere else, worded as “Is the true broadcast available somewhere?” The show is possibly “Frasier” (or implied to be), as I saw parts of this show prior to going to bed (though I have never seen an episode in its entirety). The episode above the one that is supposedly missing features a story about a secretary. I click on a link under the title of the supposedly missing episode (of which I cannot presently recall the title). I discover it goes to another page of a similar appearance. The episode is there, with the ability to play it on the web page. I look around on the two pages and realize that the episode that was claimed to be missing is actually the only one that is available while the others have only a summary and no link to view the episode. I think of writing to the poster to tell him that “the link is right there in the link”, but that sounds ambiguous and I wake before I write anything. This afternoon in real life, I randomly ended up on the archive website by originally looking at a Wikipedia article. I noticed one of four comments in which it was claimed that “Payment Deferred” from “Studio One” was not actually there as all the other episodes apparently were. Part of the review read “The file present is a mislabeled duplicate of the 25 November 1947 revival broadcast” ending with “Is the true Moorehead/Sloane broadcast available somewhere?”. It was written by someone called “Professional Tourist” way back on May 8, 2011. I had never looked up “Studio One” anywhere online prior to today and that was only due to a reference in Wikipedia about “The Twilight Zone”. Though it is true that many files are mislabeled or missing on websites, it is still a curious and unlikely sequence of events to always have something “repeat” on one level in waking life after the otherwise distorted dream event. Additionally, Googling the detail, two YouTube versions of the “Studio One” episode appeared first, posted in April 23, 2014 and April 24, 2018. (The real event was for a radio show, not television.) All my life, on a day to day basis, I experience threads of prescience while many other people refuse to accept it. Because of that, it is no longer possible for me to view mainstream society as having any credibility or intelligence where it counts the most. Still, when more is known about the nature of time and perception, the underlying causes may be known, though I have often considered the possibility that people were not meant to know in this era. Presently, I have only publicly acknowledged about 600 precognitive dreams on the dream journal website, though there are many more of which I have never included the full details online. On a more mundane level, this dream is likely the result of contemplating how this poster (and many others) have beliefs and experiences of which are the opposite of mine. Thus, I find the video which exists and the others do not, the opposite of the original claim.
I went to bed pretty early and probably slept by 8:30. 3139 Words. (ZZZZZZZZ) Early on I think I dreamed about Nana and other relatives. I dreamed one scene with my mom and my sister. Doing some kind of interview thing. I had a sheet that said some differences between right wing and left wing. It said that right wing will make you feel bad about yourself. There was a very interesting battle scene that I can barely describe at all. The words are definitely OTTOTT. Maybe something with a light saber? There was a part with a woman I was in a relationship with. Something about something I drove. Ah, so vague. Well, I remember being on a bed, and I was hoping she would eat a banana I had provided. (No innuendos, it was just a banana!) But then part of it fell under the bed so she ate some of someone else's. I felt a sense of jealousy or possessiveness that she should only eat the one from me. But when I looked, the banana had rolled halfway under the bed. So it was nothing personal. Still, I couldn't shake it. Someone on a sub reddit said that they had 7 tiger dreams where the tiger was doing a specific thing. I thought that was interesting. I guess I eventually woke up. This first round dream recall was pretty vague. I would've liked more clarity on it. Well, first round dreams can be like that sometimes. I will go back to bed for now. (ZZZZZZZZZ) I had some dreams, and recalled them. 'They weren't really enough to justify getting up and typing,' I thought, 'But maybe I will get my voice recorder and make a note or two.' So it was RBFA and I couldn't remember them by the end of the next dreams, which went on and on. (ZZZZZZZZ) My memory of these dreams begins with me, pulling into the local beach. S beach. I pulled in through the exit place and found that there were all these things that looked like fire trucks or the trailers that they bring on-set for actors to live in. I remember being on line to get food or admission. There was a woman taking payments. I gave her 5 dollars but the price was $1000. I meant to pay with my debit card. "Do you want to pay with $5 cash and the rest on the debit card?" she asked, kind of confused. "No, thanks, I want it all on the card," I said. I'm not sure what happened next. There's a big gap in my memory in the middle here. I became lucid and it felt like a lot happened, but it was a really long continuous dream. (Major FSH.) Where my memory picks back up is that I was in a bathroom, putting a shirt on. I wanted to go in the bathroom to put the shirt on out of modesty. It was a navy blue long sleeve shirt. I guess I hadn't been wearing one. I closed the door on one side but there was an open door on the other, with a gold handle. I noticed people coming in that way and closed it, asking for a little more time to put my shirt on. There was a fridge in the room, I think. I remember something with a blender. After that, I have forgot more things. I remember being lucid though. Where my memory picks up again, I was sitting at a table with 4 other people. I think another guy and 3 women. We were talking, and I asked them, "Are you all lucid, too?" and every one of them said yes. They made no denial that it was a dream, which was very exciting. I realized it had been a really long dream so far and that it would probably start to end soon. Not just for me, but for all of us. 'Wait, maybe they haven't been here as long as I have,' I thought. "Hey, guys, I think my dreaming is going to end soon. Can you all stabilize my dream for me?" I asked. I might have used the words "Can you help me stabilize my dream." I'm not sure which or another variation. I put my hands out, thinking they might some how pull me further into the dream. I started to lose my vision and see only black. "You have to do that yourself," they all said, kind of in unison, I think. I understood what they meant. I had to be responsible for my own dream stability, and find my own special way. "I'M STAYIN' IN THIS DREAM!!! YEAH, BUDDY!!!" I exclaimed. I was trying to mimic Ronnie Coleman, from The Cost of Redemption, when he does the 800 pound squats. The others in the dream laughed. I regained sight of them for a moment. They seemed to get up to go somewhere. I lost my sight again and couldn't see anything but black. However, I could feel my dream body. I tried to make a weight lifting bar appear with over 400 pounds and do a deadlift. So I imagined the bar then reached down and felt like I did it, even though, there was no sight. After that, still with no sight, I got up and flew. I felt myself flying a little, willing the dream to continue. I want to mention that at some point in there, I must have met another person in the dream who identified as Charlie. Because later, when I met Charlie, I felt like I had met him before in the same dream. Also, I think there was a character with a non-human head or mask on. Who followed me into the next dream thing. Another dream began, where I was in a room. There was a character with a circular helmet or head thing. Kind of like a pumpkin face, with the pokey teeth. But it was comprised of black, grey, red and white colors, mainly. This character who I will call P was on top of me, pinning me down. (But it wasn't pinning me down as in a night terror. It was clearly a distinct dream.) I knew it was a dream, still, and I tried to roll this character off me, but he wouldn't budge. I was afraid he would begin to pinch or torture me some how. I think something happened before he hurt me and he got up. I asked him if I could please leave, because it felt like he had trapped me. He said okay, and pointed to the next room, as an exit. (Now that I look back, I realize that he could have been a part of me that I would be better off having a chat with. And learning to understand. But it didn't occur to me. So I apologize to him.) The next room turned out to be a bathroom. I wondered why he didn't point me out the front door, but figured that his parents were home, and he didn't want them to see me leaving. I saw there was a sky light, and with some confidence about it, flew up through that. There were two panels i had to open. One opened in, maybe the screen, the other opened out, maybe the window. When I flew up, I lost sight. I imagined that if I looked down, I should see buildings and houses, because I had just left someone's home. However, when I finally did get a glimpse of what was below me, it was more like a body of water with a little island. When my vision came back I saw a very vivid, blue-green body of water, with ocean-like waves. What a nice surprise. There was a little circular brown space that I might have been able to land on. I think I landed there for a moment and looked to the shore. First, I repeated my dream stabilizing, Ronnie Coleman impression, "YEAH BUDDY! I'M STABILIZING THE DREAM!!!" It got a lot more vivid. Looking at the shore, there were a series of cages, one containing a big brown anaconda type of snake. There was one water tower to the left with a white basin, and then a bunch of brown pillars of varying heights. Finally, there was a brown water tower off to the right. And some land and buildings. I flew over to the anaconda cage to land on the first pillar. My aim was pretty good. The anaconda didn't even snap its teeth. (I expected it to.) Then I got to practice some coordination with my flying. I flew from pillar to pillar. They had flat tops but were made of giant logs. I found that if I was a little too far to the left or right, I could adjust my path with a little arm movement. So I landed on top of one pillar. The tops were a little wet, but I didn't slip. It was a mix of jumping and flying since I began to feel a need to land after a few moments. Once I got to the highest pillar, the next leap would be up to the top of the brown water tower. It was dispensing this ladder-thing and had various words written on it. I took a leap. My goal was to drink some of the water from it. The ladder seemed to be dropping down faster than I'd climb it. My jump-flight lost energy and I started slowly going back downward. There were some gold pipes in the wall, which I assumed would be burning hot. I tried to grab one anyway, to hang on, but it turned out to be burning hot. I don't think I really felt burning heat, but I pulled away as if I did. When I landed, I was in a hall-way thing. There were two little snakes fighting. One was a gold one with a really cool shielded back. Some voice was talking about how it uses its shielding scales and they glinted and shined. It was maybe 2 feet long. then there was a little green snake. It was maybe 6 inches long. It would wrap itself around the yellow snake and try to slice it apart or squeeze its segments so hard that it popped off. The yellow snake's head popped off, but re-appeared on its body a few times. They continued fighting like this. I was amazed at how the little green snake was winning against the much bigger yellow snake. I was also conscious not to stare at any one point for too long, as I heard staring at any one thing too long will wake me up, so I looked away for a moment here and there. Then my attention was diverted to some people that came to talk to me. One identified as Charlie, who I remembered from before. An African American man came towards me and told me I would be performing a task for them, and receive a donut in return. he was wearing a black polo shirt thing. "A dream donut?" I asked, thinking that these people were lucid, too. They didn't deny it was a dream but Charlie just said, "Yes, a dream donut." But his tone sounded like he thought it was waking life, and just thought the idea of a "dream donut" was funny. But to me, a "dream donut" meant that I could actually eat it, where as in waking life, I couldn't. So I was very excited to peform their task! It was some kind of acting gig. I found myself standing next to a tall woman, looking into a yoga class. the woman in there said that she could train any gender, male or female, but preferred to work with females. She was massaging someone or something like that. 'Oops!' I thought as the dream faded. I had not stabilized in a while, and it ended. I woke up physically from that and thought it through. Got up to go to the rest room. I was going to type it but I felt so tired. Also, i was afraid it would be like 4 A M, then 5 A M when I typed it, and then I wouldn't sleep again. so I laid back down thinking maybe I'll remember more, and keep it in my head when I wake up. So that's an RBFA. I did re-remember all that I initially remembered, luckily. I guess I'm glad I got the sleep. I think my fear of forgetting dreams will drive me to record them but recording them sometimes wakes me up too much and I end up not sleeping well. As I fell back to sleep I tried to keep the dream in mind, and little details did continue to come back. Eventually I saw some hypnagogic circles and felt my body get a little tingly or heavy. (ZZZZZZZZ) I remember little mini dream flashes happen and then I'd wake up thinking of the other dreams. It is usually a confirmation I'll be in a dream soon. I found myself in a dream in my Nana's room. I don't remember it very well! Argh. I kept snoozing and trying to keep them in my head. I think it was something about pranks. people from my house in college were there. A R, O A, maybe C V, and others. But unfortunately it is quite vague! I know that I thought it was a repeat-dream of other dreams I had in the past. However once I was awake I wasn't sure. Sometimes the dream just makes that effect. The last part before I woke up is also kinda blurry. Blurry! I was at Nana's. Aunt B, Aunt C and Nana were there. Something with blue paint or a blue gift bag, maybe. I remember accidentally scratching a phrase onto Nana's kitchen-island thing, which turned out to be a black surface in the dream. The scratched words left a tan color underneath. I felt bad about scratching it up, and hoped they would cover it. I went into the dining room with a 16oz poland spring sized bottle of a yellow drink. I drank half thinking that it was sugar free or something but kinda wondered why I would drink it when i don't drink artificial sweeteners in waking life. Maybe slightly pre-lucid. When I sat in the cushioned arm chair I noticed the filing cabinet was tan with some soft parts. (It was black earlier in the dream.) I read a date and time on one of the things which seemed early. maybe April 5, not sure, and maybe 4 or 5 A M, not sure. (Oh! I just remembered when I pulled into the beach in the way earlier dream it was something about 5 A M!) Aunt C and Aunt B were talking about how they could order everything off the dollar menu but not the main menu. If they ordered everything off the dollar menu it would be okay to eat it all but not the main menu. Something like that. I was picturing what foods there might be. There was also something about using less medicine. That sounded good to me. I was kind of drifting in and out of those dreams. I got up and looked at a clock in a panic, worried that W A would be soon. but it was only 6:07 A M and W A wasn't until 7:30 A M. I was kind of mad at myself for getting up in such a panic. Part of my panic was also that I felt all my dreams were gonna slip away from my mind. But I was still so tired when I finally got up. It was interesting because I adrenalized over it, which is a W A thing. As I typed these, I was wondering to myself if it would ever be possible to sleep a full night, and not record dreams 'til morning, but still remember them all. In W A we say, "Even if offered the best, we say no if we need rest." So I have been essentially ignoring that slogan. When I have a really cool dream to write, I am being "offered the best". But really, its night time, and sometimes I need rest. However I try to put the sleep off until later so I can record the dream. This isn't always the best feeling, since sometimes my body wants to sleep. I don't think the answer is to stop dream journaling or start "throwing away" my dreams since they are very life-affirming. So I will look for a balance in that... But hopefully not at the cost of any dream details!!!
So I've been fasting because they say it helps with meditation, well guess what, I can't remember a damn thing about my dreams last night. I fell asleep listening to a guided meditation and woke up with the headphones on the floor, can't remember jack squat. I don't remember taking off the headphones, it's like I lost time. One minute I was chillin, feeling the static electrical feeling running up and down my arms and legs, then nothing. I hope I didn't break anything, I really like having good dream recall. Maybe something will come back to me later, but as of right now this is what being abducted by aliens must feel like, or being slipped a mickey.
Yay. I did not visit this forum for soo long. But I didn't have a break from LDs. Recalling my breams and writing my DJ is luckily a habit for me so I wrote down at least a few dreams every week (5-10 dreams maybe) and even got LDs every now and then. I wanted to get LDs but because of school I either couldn't have them or they were not really worth it when I sometimes had them. So up until now I only tried to get LDs on the weekends. I tried to have WILDs whenever I happened to wake up during my sleep but never succeeded. But now I'm on summer holiday. Because I don't have to wake up for school I get more sleep and LDs are easier for me. I can finally focus on this more . I'm hoping for LDs to be like a "summer hobby" for me, thought obviously I would love to continue having good LDs when school starts, if I succeed in summer of course. I'm looking forward to it. I got four LDs last nights, two of them remotely better than the other two. I didn't do anything great on any of them but the better ones were finally vivid. It was a great feeling after only having bad LDs for so long. I stabilized the dreams by brushing my hands on the walls nearby. The biggest things I did were making a fence disappear, flying and trying to call people with my phone.
Slipping back into dream I found myself in a bathroom, somebody came to the door and I was worried about them coming in but then I became lucid and started thinking about where I should go. I cut a heart shaped hole in the carpet with my mind and escaped. I had the idea of finding happiness in my mind. So teleported to a bar with lots of people but this seemed mundane and I was disinterested in the people. So I flew up and out deciding I would try and find somewhere warm and paradise like. I flew at super speed up in the clouds, which made everything so blurry below like warp drive, so I had to keep stopping to see where I was. After a few warps I descended down to a very hot tropical beach and walked along bare foot by the sea. There were lots of stones washed up and the beach and a few crabs and things in the shallows. The sun was super hot so I walked inland. I got to a small rustic village with iron work slightly rusted, and in need of a lick of paint. There were holiday makers there and a children's club xD Holidays when my daughter was little were some of the happiest memories I have, so that's where I ended up. I had wanted to get lucid for a while, as I couldn't understand a Buddhist method. The conceptual difference between entering an altered state where the 5 senses have been withdrawn and entering the dream state (where you are not aware of your body). Thanks to the dream I can see the big difference very clearly
I live in a large house with my girlfriend(let's call her Owl) in a marshy, swampy area. There's lots of greenery and a pasture in the backyard. Owl and I have to take care of some ragged man. He has dirty clothes, brown hair that hasn't been washed in so long it's in dreads, and vivid blue eyes. He has a huge, sarcastic grin on his face at almost all times, and consistently acts like he's high. Unsure what to do, we lock this man in our gray shed, just outside the house. I have Owl keep watch while I try to find a better alternative to the situation, but when I come back, he has escaped. I say something like, "What did you expect, with us keeping him locked up like that?" and then the dream fades out as I wake up. I have fallen asleep on the couch, it is 5am, and since I can sleep in, I decide to go to my real bed and try to continue the dream. I'm still partially in the dream, so I try to "pause" it as I go to my bed. I lay down in my bed and settle in to sleep again, having never full woken up in the first place. The dream comes back int view quickly, but now there's a pause menu up, like it's a video game screen. It asks if I wish to continue, and gives me two options: YES GOLF I find this so funny that I start to laugh and wake myself up from the dream completely. Apparently I couldn't say no!
Date: WED 6 JUN - 2018 Dream No. 349 - Community Funeral I don't remember much about this dream. From where I can remember, I was on the grounds of Killester but forgot what I was specifically doing there. Someone had died and so a whole bunch of Killester girls were invited to attend their funeral, including me. My mum was also invited but rather than sitting with the family, I sat with the school. Additionally, it was revealed that JSe was actually going to be the celebrant; he was standing up the front of the hall, wearing an orange robe. That's all I can remember for this dream. Dream Tasks - Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No) - Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No) - Reach the Gyeongbokgung Palace (Achieved? Partially) - Have Dreamy WB or Murray go to console an upset dream character (Achieved? No) - In accordance to the "shared dreaming experiment" proceed on locating the moon (Achieved? No) Dream 348: Results (Competition #4) Competition Night: 5 Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid Dream Guide: None Emergency Team: None Eligible For Competition Points: Yes Points For This Entry: 0.5 Calculation Details: - Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5) + Previous Total: 7.5 Total Accumulated Points: 8.0
Updated 06-06-2018 at 05:28 AM by 93119
Two fragments remembered upon waking and not written down, but summarized after reflecting upon them again and written down later in the day. I’m with Alex in some room (a hotel?), and we’ve been sitting on the bed. I tell him that I calculated the odds of the Flatbush Zombies playing a Grateful Dead song on their current tour and it came out to be 33? times in however many shows. The odds of catching one seem to be pretty good. Alex seems to think this is pretty cool. I am with Dad in a grocery store, getting something for dinner and an alcohol to go with it. I can’t decide which to get, but I keep thinking about one of the options - a wine. I make my decision and go and grab it, the 2 liter white wine.
Created Tuesday 05 June 2018 Mostly scraps today, in addition to that short DILD. Scrap Group 1 At a highschool as a student, all part of some ridiculous mishap. The classrooms appeared as unenclosed multi-tiered cabins from 17th-18th century ship, each area accessible through rope ladders, or (in some cases) an elevator. I entered my room, which was arranged more like a conference area. Donald Trumpo was among the other "students" there.Instant lucidity. I only got to momentarily float around the area crosslegged. Riding in a highway as a passenger, going down a forested road during a clear day. My nephew and some of his friends were there. Apparently, a group of aliens, of whom looked like Borgs from Star Trek, had taken us to their planet, and were giving us a tour. Coulda fooled me, given how the roads and wilderness looked much like those of present-day Earth. One of the female Aliens (who looked just like a grey-skinned Nebula from Guardians of the Galaxy) was constantly eying kids. Very unnerving. Later, we stop at a rocky lake. My nephew didn't hesitate to jump in. Watching a video on a modded version of Mortal Kombat 9. Said mod gave characters OHKO attacks. There was also a new cyborg character with nuclear weapons. Later, I was viewing a supposed story mode movie of said game series. This started with Shinnok interrogating Jade for some passcode. When she refused, the Fallen God converted her into a revenant, doing so by dipping her into a pool of caustic, blood-like liquid. Kitana then appeared, apparently a willing (living) servant in Shinnok's Brotherhood. Later, Quan-Chi attacks Jax and Sonya in an rocky forest clearing, using conventional weapons in place of his sorcery. When they hid behind a boulder, Quan-Chi chucked several grenades at them. He then approached an armored vehicle, where some McGuffin was temporarily stored. But then, the sorcerer found that not only did Sonya and Jax beat him to it, but have used the artifact to created a time flux; for every added quarter-second elapsed, time looped back to the moment in which the device was activated. Both groups' reactions to such quasi-repitition results in a very confusing chase/fight sequence.
Updated 06-06-2018 at 03:24 AM by 89930
I’m walking down the metallic corridor of a spaceship, carrying a small backpack and some other item with me. I spot a door on the left-hand side and walk in. It’s a little room with a bed, a sink and various other useful things along the walls. I set my things down. It looks like nobody’s claimed this one yet. I’m glad because I like room #2—they’re all pretty similar, but I just like this one more for some reason. I look at the bed—just a molded bit of plastic, no sheets on it yet. It’s pretty uncomfortable. I could have brought some extra bedclothes, knowing in advance that it would be, but I figured I’d just pick some up along the way. All of this is so familiar to me because I can remember all of it happening before, even the things that haven’t happened yet. If déjà vu is like seeing a firefly flickering in the darkness, this is like being in broad daylight. I remember all of it, although not everything seems to be set in stone—little things like my being the first one here and the outcome of one very big thing that’s still a long way in the future. Somewhere out in space, there’s an odd device wired into the workings of a satellite devoted to climate monitoring. The device had originally been with me, but some time back, in the midst of a chaotic situation, some group had managed to get their hands on it—not a hostile group, exactly, but not overly friendly either. They had managed to figure out that it was a powerful device and even how to get it to do some interesting things, but they really have no idea what it was capable of. This situation doesn’t bother me too much. An unmanned climate monitoring satellite isn’t a bad place for the thing for the time being. They’ve taken great pains to keep it a secret, and nobody is likely to find it there. And when it leaves dormancy and begins to destroy the satellite—it is a matter of when rather than if—there’s only so much damage it can do. That won’t be for a while yet. It will also take a while for them to trace it back to the device and figure out just what they’re dealing with. And that’s when they’ll come to me. I have some kind of connection with this thing, which is how I know all this, and I’m the only one who has a chance of destroying it. I won’t have to bother about getting it back. All I have to do is make sure I’m ready when the time comes. Someone else enters the room—a young woman, tall with short, blonde hair and a punk-ish look. I’m one of four people who have just been brought here, possibly as some kind of training program, and she’s another of them. She tells me the people in charge here found something out about her past and are making her take some kind of test—something they needed a blood sample for. She hasn’t got the results back yet. I don’t know anyone here that well yet, but I have the impression she just needs someone to talk to. We go out together, through a door in the ceiling. We aren’t actually in space now—we’re parked. It’s definitely not earth, though: we move through the air like swimming, as if gravity is very low here. It’s dark out, and there’s nobody else around. Not far from us is a park with a playground. We float over to it. I notice my companion is wearing a purple pair of flippers, which strikes me as a smart idea—she can probably move faster that way. I grab ahold of a colorful children’s play structure and maneuver through a hole in it. Might as well get a feel for what it’s like moving through the air like this. I think that this, in a way, is also preparation for what I’ll eventually have to do. The woman heads back to the spaceship at some point, but I stay out a bit longer. 5.6.18
Day 113: Nothing to report. Day 114: Dream 96: And yet another zombie apocalypse dream, again I don't get why these dreams are so common for me. Anyway, the dream revolved around me trying to chase away diseased cows away from our food supply. I was in full cowboy gear; horse, lasso, the whole shebang. I think one of them ended up in the ranch so, yeah, Mad Cow a'coming. Day 115: Nothing to report.
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