Caden

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4-11-11

The Void
Lucid 80%

I was in my childhood home and realized this was a dream sign! I shouted “this is a dream!” and my much younger mom, aged appropriately for the era, looks at me like “What?” I run outside as a little kid and then age up to my present age as I run for the street; I can make great wormholes here on the flat surface. I pointed but nothing happened. I flicked my hand and bam there was a small black wormhole on the street. “Oh crap I have no idea for what I want to do!” I try to think of my dream goals and the wormhole vanishes but I try to think some more while keeping hold of the dreams lucidity, kind of like dribbling 2 basketballs at once. I dig and come up with a memory of summoning myself and flick another wormhole but this one is deformed looking like spilt ink. ‘Summoning myself on any other day would be a cool idea but I want something less me, more mind blowing, I got to think!’ “I got it! I can look for something to do with my career path” and I flick open a perfect wormhole and stand on it.
I get sucked down into my wormhole and I see blackness then out of the void pictures start rolling by from left to right. All are big pictures with maybe a perfect tree on one and the next has a motorcycle on one [btw I saw this same motorcycle in the last wormhole I created and have no interest in motorcycles]. One picture has a lot of words in boxes connected by lines and then the next has a girl blowing bubbles into the air . They all seemed like they were representing something. They seemed pretty endless so I latched onto one by touching it and was sucked in and wound up in a well lit hallway with wooden bookshelves on either side. A woman, blond in her mid 20’s in casual business attire, said to me forcefully “Well now that you’re here we can get down to business.” Then they all (the 3 other women of about the same age and dress) started walking for the office at the end of the hall so I joined them. Once in the office I sat in one of the plush and comfy leather seats and she asked me what my other offers where, caught off guard by this whole thing I said nothing (hey less than a minute ago I was out on the street outside my childhood home!). She took my quietness as stalling and said “well we have a pretty good package here and have connections.” I got a thought from someone else in the room that the connections were political and Bill Clinton might be involved but this was not talked about openly (yay for telepathy!). She walked behind the big desk with tons of stuff on it from different people and lots of papers. The office looked cool to me, I love so much detail in these nonphysical places. She sat on the corner of the desk (I got the idea it really wasn’t her place to be sitting in the seat) and said, “So ok let’s talk.” I felt too much on the spot and had a good enough time so I pulled out of the dream and woke up to happily record my LD.

Once awake I realize how tired I really was and waited a second to recall my dream before I recorded it.

Assassin
lucid 50%

I am in a holding cell with a Plexiglas wall. Me and this other guy are in this one cell and we are assassins and our skills are going to be tested. There is a woman in the other cell by herself so we 3 will be tested and only one will get the assignment. The guy in my cell wonders if I can take him but I know this is a dream and he doesn’t stand a chance but I keep hearing his thought “can I take him?” I decide to school him a bit. My mind goes into hyper fast thought, realizing he is too far away to start on him with my hands I kick my chair at him and jump thorough the air at him. I land as he catches the chair and holds it as a shield as he falls back onto the floor. He is strong and using his hands and knees to hold the chair up so any force going down is not going to do much so I push the shielding chair in the direction of his head just a bit so I can step on his groin. I didn’t step hard just enough to get a needed reaction, he lowers the chair over his groin and I bring around my hand using my thumb as a small knife to prove my point as it stops just outside his neck. He looks at my hand and knows he has been beaten and would have been dead in seconds had a real knife entered his carotid arteries this way.

I wake up and this time write stuff down!