dream fragment

1. I'm part of Ganondorf's wedding party. The ceremony is to take place in a skyscraper, which we enter through a doorway labeled "Weddings for Demons." As we ride up the fully mirrored elevator, I take note of my dress. I'm in all black with a long coat, and pull out a magnum from a side pocket. Others on the elevator roll their eyes and tell me to put the damn gun away.

2. A bunch of college friends and I are in a zombie apocalypse theme park, almost like laser tag. We're gearing up for the first round, and the only improvised weapons we can find to use are musical instruments.

3. I'm racing RC cars with my friend Q. We're on a farm so there's plenty of space, and my RC motorcycle rips along the paths to take a strong lead. I soon miss a turn, however, and the vehicle ends up falling into a lake. A bunch of rednecks are swimming, and they start to throw the motorcycle deeper into the water and fry its electronics. I drop my controller in the water too and start to cry.

4. Someone has time-traveled back to make the Confederacy beat the Union, and I'm watching the ripple effects as they take place in the present day. Surprisingly, not much changes, but all the advertising signs become much more blatant and stereotypically Southern.

Real life Dream Lucid Dream Sign
For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Mechanical bottle dream
Something about this mechanical bottle that automatically opens and closes.

Family and the ring dream
Fragments. I remember staying in this awful hotel, which no one else recognized was awful. I couldn't even see to the bottom of the three foot pool, it was so dirty, yet my whole family, including my cousins and aunt, played in it. I made excuses not to, of course. I remember going to places. Sometimes it was stormy, but it was always dark. I had some important ring I couldn't lose for some event. ...And I lost it in the pool.

10/18/10 non lucid, Random, almost lucid

This is a bunch of random dream segments basically put together as best as I can remember them.

My friends buck, sarah and I were smoking some weed in my car outside of the mall.(we actually did the previous night before seeing jackass 3D) Except this time we were parked in a really stupid spot and their were cops EVERYWHERE! To me it seemed like a stupid idea but they didn't stop. Of course eventually a cop came up to the window and started to yell at us. In the middle of him yelling I realized it was a dream but never gained lucidity. SKIP

The teacher who I student aid for got really mad at me because I stayed up too late the night before. SKIP

I was with Sarah again and we got out of my car and walked into my garage. It has a keycode but I don't remember opening the door or typing in the code. Inside my garage there was a party going on. There was a disco ball and lots of smoke. I'm sure I didn't know any of the people in my garage and I wasn't upset either. Before we open the door going into my house a random guy comes up to Sarah and starts making out with her. I could tell she wasn't into him so I pulled her away, escorted her inside and knocked over the guy. Their was something about him being in theater school.SKIP

All of a sudden I was a little kid at a lunch table with about 8 other kids. It was a new schedule and we got to decide one snack we got one time during the year. Everybody wanted goldfish except for me and I convinced all of the other kids to change their mind. Everyone had to agree on the choice. I suggested Grilled Cheese and everybody was every happy about it except for this brown haired little girl. She wanted Mac n Cheese which i've never really been a fan of. I ignored the rule and said "No, were having grilled cheese" and she ran away crying.

Notes- I think the Part with Sarah in paragraph three may relate to some jealousy or protective issues? I have a girlfriend and never have liked this girl so I have no idea on that.

When ever I dream about weed it's normally extremely vivid. Maybe this could be my dream sign.

October 18, 2010

Synopsis: Abstract dream. Were escaped test subjects running from an evil doctor. Brief lucidity. Flying. Next dream, I try to rebel the system from within it.

Note: I was very sleepy after I woke up from my dream. Well, I didn't really wake up. More like, I was only half awake. I stayed drifting in HI for a few minutes before I remembered that I even had a dream. But by that time, what felt like a vivid dream was hard to recall.

Abstract Adventures
Me and a friend want to leave. We walk straight out of the house and into the parking lot. Waiting for us is a small helicopter. My friend makes me drive it! I'm terrified! I don't know how to fly this clunky machine. Once inside, my whole world turns upside down. Uh, literally. We crashed.

But were fine, and I think nothing of it.

It turns out we were so desperate to leave because were running away from this evil doctor! We were his unwilling test subjects for some sort of experiment. We run through suburbia, which was just abstract and weird. We reach a tower, and climb up its various levels. I don't remember much of the tower anymore, but I do remember on the top most floor was a witch conjuring up a spell. I didn't figure out who's side she was on.

Were on top of the tower now. The doctor has us cornered! But that's when I suddenly realize I'm dreaming. Lucid, I tell the doctor "were not going to run from you anymore!". Then I grab my friends hand and fly instead. I try to grow bird wings, but I don't know if it worked or not. My friend disappears. Common. Lots of DCs just up and puff away when I become lucid.

I continue flying and exploring my strange abstract dream, like giant cardboard boxes strewn together. I woke up after wards and fell into random HI for several minutes.

Thoughts: the tower was a spiral, a repeating pattern in my dreams for 2010. Probably not a coincidence that reaching the top made me lucid, since the spiral itself can represent consciousness.

Rebel from Within
Some evil corporation has everyone I know slaving away from them, in an all-generic-building. Oh, and these weren't regular people. They were scheming rats, like the rats from Nyhm. I had two choices. Slave away, or rebel. I saw what happens to people who rebel outwardly. They got locked away in some room, never to return.

I thought I could out smart the rats though. I'd work hard, earn their trust, learn more about their system. And eventually, I'd learn about their weak points and take them out when they least expect me to! Well, it sounded like a plan. Except that it's really SLOW.

Anyways, I never actually got a chance to rebel! Unless you count spying. I was spying on the big boss while mopping the floors. He had an assistant named Amadeus. Amadeus seemed like an honestly good rat, and it annoyed me the way the boss would say his name and call him for any little thing.

Thoughts: it could have something to do with me trying to overcome old habits. The process is slow, and you have to observe yourself.

I was walking down the main street that goes past my neighborhood with a group of 10 or 15 people when someone points out that there is a tornado. I see it in the distance, approaching us slowly.

(tornadoes are one of my major recurring dream signs; they often show up and I often have to run to shelter from them, usually with other people. Im not particularily afraid of tornadoes, and even in the dream do not experience fear- i just seem to go along with it. )

So we start running down the street, when suddenly, missiles start cracking through the asphalt and flying into the air. We are dodging the missiles and we run down a side street that doesnt exist in real life.

At this point there are only 5 or so people in the group. We run up to a house that has a basement that is accessible from the side of the house, as it is built on the side of a hill. We run down the steps to the basement

entrance, passing several cats on the way. We enter the house through a sliding glass door. Inside, there is a large glass wall through which we can a sloping hill going up from the basement. we can see the bases of trees and we are panicking because the tornado is close apparently. I look around the basement and see a door opening to the bathroom, as well as a door opening into a small room which has one of those hair machines for drying hair that usually can be found at old laides' salons.

The dream changes- how much later, im not sure.

I'm sitting in the economy section of a plane. My mom is sitting next to me, in the window seat. SHe asks me what I am going to do with the money we stole. (apparently we stole millions of dollars from somewhere)
we are flying over snow capped mountains. I spend several moments deciding that i will spend the money on several houses, cars, a yacht, and to pay for college. { interesting since this was a topic that I was frantic about before I went to college-- funny how these things stick with you}

The dream changes again

I am being chased around an old fashioned- looking city. I move around by kicking off the corners of buildings, flying great lengths with each push. I am being chased by a group of policemen with old fashioned british-police style hats.

A woman gets in the way of my escape; I accidentally smash into her or clothesline her or something.

One of the policemen screams in rage that I just killed his wife, and the chase begins again.

{throughout most of this, I am laughing, ecstatic; the chase is not frightening, it is funny-- another recurring dream sign of mine; I have never had a dream in which I was being chased by something scary-- all my nightmares include confronting something supposedly evil; never fighting it, not usually seeing it.}

They chase me into a square in the city, however, there is noone around, unlike in the cobbled streets where i killed the policeman's wife. The square is made up of a hanging garden of weeds, shaped somewhat like a maze. The weeds are hanging from white railings of sorts, though they are not very high- only 3 or 4 feet above the ground.

The dream fades- I briefly remembered another dream after this, but as I am still new to dream recall and LD it escapes me.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while writing journal entry]

[Fragment] I'm at junior high school, going to class and learning what my class schedule will be.

The next dream starts out like a documentary about Canada. In the dream, I remember that I visited a city in Canada once, and my strongest impression upon arriving there was, “Wow, I'm in a foreign country!” [I've never actually been to Canada. These are most likely straight-up false memories, but I also got the feeling when taking notes during my WBTB that they might possibly have been memories of a previous dream that I'd otherwise forgotten about. Weird.] According to the documentary, Canada has a “Mexico City,” a concentrated population center of Mexican immigrants.

The dream then shifts from a documentary to an episode of “The Red Panda Adventures” that involves all of Canada being hypnotized/brainwashed into hating a man with the last name of Campbell. I remember a long text document [don't ask me why a dream about an episode of an audio series generates a dream image of a text document] that goes on and on about what a despicable person Campbell is. At one point in the text document, there is a warped and twisted version of the Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance that also mentions his name and says something bad about him. [I was curious, so I looked it up, and it turns out that there is no Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance. My mind just made one up. Cool.]

Woke up at 4:00 A.M. at the end of a sleep cycle and needed the restroom, so I used it, then took a few notes on my dreams so far, then went back to sleep.

I'm in a really big library with white walls and lots of light wood. The word “dream” crosses my mind somehow. [I don't remember whether someone said it, or I saw it on a sign, or I was just thinking about it; I think it was probably the latter.] However it happens, it makes me realize, “Hey, I'm dreaming! I did it!”

I decide to try doing a scene transition. [I don't remember how I did it, but] I find myself sitting in front of a computer monitor, which is displaying a command prompt against a black screen. The program that's running is a text adventure based on the novel Watership Down. I can't do anything right in it – I try entering a couple of commands, but none of them make any progress. Even the inventory command yields a response that goes something like, “You can't have an inventory with only one!” It means that you have to have more than one rabbit in your party before you can check your inventory. I quickly discover that the program is tied to the computer's clock, and that if a certain number of seconds pass without the player making any progress, the program just gives you a Game Over saying something about how you just got eaten (you, the rabbit, in the game, that is). After I get this Game Over, I think: “I don't have to sit here and play this text adventure just because I ended up here. If I want to, I can get up from this computer and go explore the building.” So I do.

I'm still in the library, because that's where that computer is. It's near a second-story interior passageway that's open and more like a balcony, overlooking the ground floor of the library. I follow the passageway over to where it ends in a flight of stairs going down, then descend the stairs, holding on to the handrails the entire way to keep myself focused on and grounded in the dream, and to make sure it remains stable. It works. The whole time, I'm marveling at how the sensations of walking, descending stairs, and holding the handrails are exactly like they would be in reality. The stairs have handrails running up the middle of the steps, but they aren't parallel to the ones running up the sides of the stairs; they're at an angle, so I have to go through a narrow space between two handrails on the last few steps of the staircase. I say, “Why did I have to design these stairs this way?”

I exit the building, and am outside on a dream version of my college campus. It's sunny and beautiful, and all the buildings are big and white and slightly old-fashioned [in real life, most of them are various shades of brown, tan, or orange, and none of them date back further than the 1940s]. Also, the St. Louis Arch and another, light-brown arch with some words on it in black, marking the entrance to some area, are there. [I can't remember what the words said now, but there were two of them, they were the name of the area, and they both started with S.] I go, “Ahhh, it's so good to be here.”

I notice that the beach, with its light-colored, soft sand, is down at the bottom of the cliff. I decide to try something. I think to myself, “When I close my eyes and turn around, I'm going to be standing on that beach down there.” I close my eyes, turn around in a circle (not too fast), and then open them again. I'm now on the beach, not quite at the exact spot I had been shooting for, but pretty close. “It worked!” I say aloud.

I stand on the beach for a moment, but the waves suddenly start coming up really close to the cliff, so there's not enough dry sand left to stand on. I decide to spin around again to go somewhere else, but this time, I'm thinking, “Just take me wherever.”

[In retrospect, that wasn't a very good idea.] I end up on the porch of an old, slightly spooky-looking house made of wooden boards, that seems to be floating on the ocean. It's not abandoned, though – there is a couple living in it. Also, I now have a friend with me – no one I know in real life, just a random, unnamed female dream character.

I look out from the porch to the east at the surrounding landscape and see a world that is ending. The sky is filled with thick, solid black clouds, with streaks of bright red and orange here and there because the sun is rising behind them. The entire landscape is flooded, and a jumble of disconnected buildings stick out of the water here and there. Some of them are on fire, some are falling apart, and one is being ruled over by some sort of dictator, whose enormous figure I can see looming over the building and gesturing with his arms in a way that means “work, you miserable peons!”

The couple who live in the house we're at start talking to me and my friend. They say that we have to get back to safety by sailing back the way we came. I think, “But we didn't sail here! We teleported!” I don't say so, though. [I don't know why not. Either I didn't get a chance to say anything, or I didn't want her to know about my newfound teleportation abilities, I'm not sure.]

[From this point forward, my recall is a little less clear in that I remember all the scenes, but none of the transitions or connections between them.]

The next thing I remember is facing away from the house toward the west, where there is a sort of path leading away from the house, but it's made up of a bunch of vines (or tree roots?). I try to get to the other end of the path by spinning around and closing my eyes again, but this time it doesn't work at all. I say, “Okay, if we can't do that, we'll just get there the hard way,” and start climbing over the vines.

Somehow, I end up on the deck of a ship, and there are waves coming up onto the deck I'm on, over and through the metal railing to my left. One of them doesn't look very big (it's about the same height as the railing), but it breaks right on the deck I'm on, tilting the ship over but not capsizing it.

The next thing I know, my friend and I are being escorted through the flooded landscape in a boat. There is a tank-like, armored boat with lots of guns in front of our boat, and another one behind ours. I take it they're there for our protection, but I quickly figure out that they're mostly just there for intimidation, and they're not even doing a very good job of that. There are lots of dangerous things trying to attack us, including exploding police cars, but we and our boat are passing through all of them as if they were air. What's really protecting us is a magic spell, one which, I know in the dream, comes from the Incarnations of Immortality universe.

I'm on foot, indoors, running away from something. I run into what appears to be a bathroom. I wonder if the protection spell is still holding now that I'm off the boat.

[I'm not entirely sure whether these last two scenes were in this order, or the reverse order:]

I'm a student sitting in a classroom, on the first day of school. All the other student seats are full of preteen or teenage Japanese girls, but the teacher is white. She explains that all we'll do in her class is make these little hat/hair accessory things out of tissue paper, which must be very trendy, because many of the girls are wearing them in their hair.

I'm standing on some rocks in the ocean, near the beach. I'm still lucid, so I think, “Okay! Text-messaging! Task of the month!” I go to take my phone out of my pocket, but then think, “No, better not do that here – I don't want to get my phone wet.”

Woke up and was delighted to have had another lucid dream. While thinking back over it, I laughed out loud at that last part – I was concerned about my phone getting wet? It wasn't even my real phone! :-D Then again, I realized that that makes sense: my dream cell phone would have been just as damaged by dream water as my real one would be by real water. After all, that's what I expect will happen when cell phones get wet.

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Commentary:

Last night, I listened to about half of my binaural beats file at the beginning of the night, did a five-minute WBTB, did a lot of MILD affirmation and visualization both when I first went to bed and when I was going back to sleep after the WBTB, and had a new cardboard-square bracelet, one made with a smaller square of thicker cardboard than my first one, on my wrist the entire time. Something helped me have a really good, long lucid dream. I don't know what. How very unscientific of me, I know. I'm sorry, everybody.

On a more positive note, I'm getting a little better at this! I had more lucidity than ever before this time, and I thought about and actively tried out some dream control techniques while in the dream. I've moved out of the “what is this new world?!” phase now, and into a phase that can be characterized by these thoughts: “Okay, I get the idea of what lucid dreams are, but how do I shot web?” That is, I'm just starting to learn to use those dream control abilities. It was one thing to read about the spinning scene-change/teleportation ability, but as with most skills, now that I've done it for myself, I truly understand what it's like. Note to self, though: I should never spin around to transition to a new scene without first deciding what the new scene should be, because if I let it be random, I may not like what I get.

I was at a bar, and my cousin was talking to about some stuff. She wouldn't shut up. I was trying to get these pickled eggs from a jar, but every time I put one on my plate, one would fall off. It was like I couldn't have five on a plate. I threw it away, and she was asking about the ribs that were in the trash, and I told her that someone dropped them, and they were old or something.


I also briefly remember being in town during Christmas. I wasn't physically there, i was just sort of gliding through the streets....looking at the lights.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

18-10-10 I am at a beach and there is a very young kid, this kid belongs to one of my friends and she is panicking whenever he enters the water. This is understandable though as he cannot swim. He runs into the water and my cousin and I rush after him with the woman screaming in the background. My cousin only gets his green hat, and I dive into to pick up the kid and get him up. I ask him why he runs into the water when he knows it can kill him. He replies that I am always there to pick him up, to which I respond that I will and cannot possibly be for the entire future. I then start jumping down logically organised plateaus of different depths of water on the beach to find something that will be ideal for the boy.

…

Something about coordinating travel in a tropical house with my family present.

★☆☆☆☆

10/17/10



I'm sitting at a table in the library, across from a stern-looking woman my age.

"So you want to start a writing group? You realize that you'll be in direct competition with our writing group."

"Hey," I say incredulously, "I just sent out an email asking who was doing NaNo this year."

There's a man sitting beside me with his arms crossed. He snorts.

"Well," says the woman, "Be aware that you won't be able to use the library this week. It's full." She points behind me.

I turn around, and see that the walls are covered, floor to ceiling, with boxes of Corona. I turn back to her.

She sighs. "The Kiwanis club is renting the library for a Christian concert."

Scare Factor: 1/10

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I was just cockblocked in the coolest way ever. Had a few dreams last night, and even though I don't remember much from them, I'm sure they were all very long and complicated.

04.00: Debt
I'm at some random place in the woods with alot of other people. I guess it's some kind of festival and it's pretty dark outside. I bump into a guy and I realise it's someone I once knew. Unlucky me he's one of the "badass" people here in my hometown and he claims I owe him money. "Give me 6000 kr and we call it even" he tells me in that respect-demanding soft voice. I know this won't end up good for me if I don't do what he says so I tell him that he will get his money. I have to almost kiss his fucking feet for him not to rage on me... I'm not sure how the dream ended, but I remember making alot of calls.

6.30: Sink
I'm leaning on a sink in a bathroom. There's another person there but I don't know who. "If you close your eyes and imagine being in a dream, you will soon be in it" I say. I close my eyes, relax and try to imagine stuff. It's mostly black. "This is how you WILD" I try again but I don't get much.

Two thumbs up for not realising I was already in a dream! But I did try to incubate in the dream, which is progress atleast!

8.00: Subconscious cockblocking
I'm at the most awesome beach ever. There are white buildings on either side of me and the water almost touches them. A band is playing at a platform out in the water and there's a pretty big crowd of people watching. A couple of minutes later the band has disappeared and the crowd aswell. The waves are alot bigger now and I can see several people surfing. My brother goes into the water with a surf board and I follow.

A wave comes crashing down on me as soon as I reach the water and I tumble around for a couple of seconds before I get back on my feet. I don't know why, but I have a radio controlled car. I steer it into another wave and I follow it. We both make it through but on the other side, a woman in the late 30's has speared my car! She removes the spear and I see three holes in it. "What did you do that for?" I ask.

I make the car go forward but it shuts down every other second or so. "You owe me 20$" she looks at me and tries to explain something. I notice how hot this woman actually is. Grey pants with blonde hair and nice breasts. "Do you wanna fuck?" I ask her just like that. (I'm actually 1/4th lucid kinda at this point) She looks over at her fat husband who's out in the water. She quickly nods at me and I take her hand and head for the nearest building.

The house isn't really finished and hasn't been painted. There are no windows and no door. Suddenly a small girl appears in the door and walks by. She has a yellow/brownish colour to her like an old photo, black long hair and a wound on her forehead. She grins at me evily and I stop. "Fuck that, I ain't having sex in a haunted house" I say and start walking towards another house. We enter it and the woman runs ahead into one of the bedrooms.

I'm not far behind but when I enter it, she's gone. "Wtf is going on?" I wonder and I see a closet. The doors open and a small girl walks out, in a pink fluffy pyjamas. "Oh shit... Damn you ghost girl!" I think for myself and I realise this is all just an illusion. It's still a woman! (like in movies where one person has hallucinations) I lay her on the bed and I try to imagine her turning into a woman again. Nothing happens and now she's not even a girl, she's a large doll. I start unzipping the pyjamas from the top and when I reach the bottom, it's still a doll...

The evil Cockblocker The doll

11.00: Robbing my uncle
I'm with another guy and we both got rifles. I kick the door infront of us open and storm in. With a couple of well placed shots, two of the three guys in the room goes down. I drop my rifle and take out my sidearm. With a swift motion I take the last guy down on the floor and hold the gun to his head. "What's the combination to the computer?" I ask him. "You'll never get it!" my uncle replies and I bend his arm a little.

"He won't crack" the other guy says and I release him. A black and white cat walks by and I grab it. "Perhaps this will make you talk" I say and put a boot on the cat. I'm not really hurting the thing and he can tell. "Fuck you!" I pick up the cat and start strangling it gently. The cat starts meowing and I know my uncle will crack this time. "Okay okay I'll tell you the code" I release the cat and it hits me, clearly pissed off. We get the documents we need.

12.00: Zombietheme maths
I'm standing outside of a locked building and the world is filled with zombies (don't know why, but that's how it is). To get in I have to do math. There's a big board on the roof of the building and I can see several digits. "2*2*2=" I try to calculate it but the numbers I write down keep changing and nothing adds up. I get really frustrated. This goes on for like five minutes.

12.00: Looking for the second glock
I'm walking towards my appartment building and I reload my glock. "Hmm it would be awesome to storm in with one glock in either hand" I think and put the safety on, and put it behind my back. I reach for my bag which turns into a binder. I don't know how I was supposed to find the second glock in there but I look for it anyways. I see several pictures and texts I've written. Even some pictures my friend Jonas had drawn. "He's good at drawing" Monica points out.

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Food before bed: 100 mg B6. 3 Omega-3 pills.

That's it! I was a bit more lucid than usual in all my dreams, and I knew I could change them like I wanted to. Like the cockblock dream and the uncle dream. I knew what was going to happen kind of... Anyways it was a cool night with great vividness and very interesting dreams. Even tho strangling that cat was a bit disturbing, it survived!

It's actually my uncle's birthday today and I had totally forgotten about it. Perhaps that's why I dreamt about him? The subconscious is a cool thing, if I don't feel bad for cheating in a dream, my subconscious makes sure I won't get laid!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Note: I remembered a bit more of this when I first woke up this morning, but I wasn't able to take notes right away, so I have lost a lot of the details. What I am left with is these fragments, which sucks, but I should know better than to let the notes go…

Gotta Get 'Em Separated
I was with MoSh and some other people on the top of a hill at night, I looked around and saw there was a gentle slope downward all around us, and I could see houses a bit farther off. I looked closer and I could see that I was there with MoSh, Nomad, and Asuka, though Asuka looked a bit odd. I thought for a bit and I remembered the goal for this night, it was to get Asuka separated from some nagual woman who had merged with her… I couldn't remember why this woman had merged with Asuka, but I did know Asuka hadn't agreed to it, so the idea was to get them apart so Asuka would be free of this. I was all ready to do my song spell, it uses the song Come Out and Play by the Offspring, which works perfectly for the line, "Gotta Keep 'Em Separated," but it turned out I didn't even need to do that. MoSh told the nagual woman to release Asuka immediately or we would force her out, and after a brief hesitation, she de-merged from Asuka with no resistance. I guessed I wouldn't need the spell after all. After she was separated, another man appeared, though I didn't recognize him. He shot dirty looks around at everyone, then created a wind storm which I wanted to fly on, it just seemed like the thing to do. I was floating on the wind, but the man and the nagual woman both disappeared, along with the wind, causing me to face plant on the ground… ow…

Angry Again
When I fell asleep this night I wasn't really in any better shape than a couple nights ago when I had been so upset, and I was, once again quite unstable. Somehow that had not interfered with the previous dream, for which I was glad, but I still had to get rid of it. So this dream turned out to be much the same as the dream from the night of the 13th, which I titled "Beware the Rage," in which I decimated an entire Templar base. The main difference for this dream was that I managed to enter the base more stealthily, and was able to make my way through the base much farther before getting caught. I managed to get into some highly classified areas by consuming and taking the place of select Templars, which I found to be quite interesting, I liked the fact I was somewhere they definitely didn't want me to be and they didn't have a clue about it. So I set off another Immortal Fire after they became aware of my presence. There were two key differences after the blast cleared, one was when I checked my energy I was not surprised to see a trace of Walms' energy still hanging around, and the other was that there was no one watching me this time. Maybe it was just a coincidence that someone had noticed the explosion and had come to check it out…

Cats, Cats, Cats
I was driving on a road I recognized, I was on my way home from school, but it wasn't the route I take IWL. It felt like the normal route in the dream, though. I saw a car pull over to the side of the road briefly, just long enough to toss a bag out and then they drove off. I was going to ignore that, but the bag was wiggling… which caught my attention. I pulled over and carefully approached the bag, I had no idea what might be in it, but then I heard it meow… I quickly went over to the bag, and I opened it, it was a plastic trash bag and I was worried that the cat in there would suffocate. I was wishing I had gotten the license plate number of the assholes who had tossed this poor kitty… I got the bag open, and a kitty came out… but not just one, there were so many kitties… more kitties than should have fit in the bag, and the cats just kept coming. My first thought was I couldn't leave any of the cats out there, but how would I fit them all in my car to take them home?!

Do I Look Like a Mom to You?
In this piece I was back in the area of my inner world with the girl I had brought back, I was thinking I really need a name for her rather than calling her 'the girl' all the time, so I finally found out her name… Her name is Dela. I was still in no shape to show her how to control dark energy, for some reason I keep ending up being in no condition to do that. She said I wasn't being a very good mother, I told her I am definitely not mother material. She said sure I am, all I have to do is try for a bit. But whether I like it or not, I was now her mother… how had I gotten myself into this mess? She still seemed to be intent on manipulating me, even though I had told her it wouldn't work, even though everything she had tried so far had all been epic fails, but we ended up doing a couple things that were fun, we went to a theme park and had quite a bit of fun there. Even though she has a bunch of unstable dark energy in her, it seems she is still a child in that she likes to have fun.

Note: The rest of this night was extremely fragmented, I'm afraid this was the best I could get from it.

Golden Healing
I was in the healing area of the biodome, or it could have been the healing glen, but if it was the healing glen I didn't see the Crystal Golem anywhere around. I was feeling a bit drained after my recent expenditure of dark energy, so I was a bit disoriented, but I was mostly lucid. I recognized the people there with me, I saw Basara closest to me, I also saw MoSh was there, but I couldn't think why they would be there… I had won against the Templars with no difficulty, had something happened that I needed healing? Well, even though I couldn't think clearly enough to remember why I needed healing, we all did healing spells… I was lucid enough to focus on my own healing spell… and the area filled up with a very relaxing golden energy, which caused me to fall asleep in the dream.

I Have a Kid Now?
In this one I was in the area of my inner world where the little girl I brought back has been staying, it is the little girl that everyone had accused of being a demon, but in fact she just was a hybrid energy user, meaning she has access to both dark and light energies, but she doesn't know how to control the dark energy… to keep it stable. That was resulting in anyone who threatened the girl or upset her in any way meeting with some rather gruesome ends, but the main reason for that was the girl didn't know control. So I was in the area with her, she was in a nice house and met me at the door. The first thing she did was to start complaining about how it is not right for me to have left her alone for so long, and these mindless drones don't count as companionship… apparently she had easily identified the DC's for what they are. So she was trying to use various things to manipulate me, to get me to do what she wanted me to do, but that wasn't going to work since I already know what is going on with her. What I needed to do was try to show her some stable dark energy, but I was feeling too drained of dark energy to do that right now, so instead I spent the time trying to get to know more about her and she spent the time trying to find ways to manipulate me, both of us met up with epic fail.

Flying Lessons
I was in my house with my mother, and we went out onto the back porch to enjoy the weather, which was very pleasant this time of year in the desert. There was a wind blowing, and it seemed to be getting stronger, but that didn't bother me at all. Somehow I was spontaneously lucid in this one, so I already knew I could fly, though the idea seemed to upset my mother quite a bit. I told her it was a dream, she could fly too if she would just try, but she seemed hesitant to try it. I finally took her hand and pulled her up into the air as if she was weightless, which she is definitely not, but now we were both flying over the desert, over cactus, over homes… it was a really good view from up there. My mother seemed to want to go in a specific direction, but it turned out she was just trying to get to the local gym, apparently she wanted me to get exercise. I told her there was no need for that in a dream, but we went inside the gym anyway. There were many exercise stations, but the machines were missing from most of them, so there wasn't really much exercise to be done there. That didn't bother me at all, I just wanted to fly some more.

Hello. Last night I had a dream about mixing drinks. AND they were so good lol.

Hours of sleep: 8h
Vividness: 5/5 (they drinks tasted so awesome)
Recall: 3/5
Lucidity scale: 1/5 (But I don't count it)

I'm at some kind of party. There are a lot of people around, there are also a few friends of mine. First I was drinking a Guinness After some time, someone who looked like a teacher, told us, we had to built up groups. He gave us a paper, where the tasks were written down. I managed to get in a group of my friends. We had to choose one of the tasks. I don't remember exactly what we had to do, but it was like that:

1. Pay 50€ and you will get everything you want to drink!
2. Pay 25 € and you will get a bottle of your choice!
3. ...

There were at least 7 such "tasks". I don't know what task we choose, but we ended up sitting around a table with a lot of bottles. I had some kind of drink. It was sweet and didn't have any kind of bad alcohol taste. It was brownish. My friend told me that it was whisky mixed with something else. I know how whisky taste and I cannot stand it at all. But this drink was so awesome.
Another friend shows up with a bottle of some kind of Irish liquor, something I've never saw in life. I tast it and it was even more awesome. It tasted like the drink before, but was a bit more spicy, but still didn't have some bad after taste. I mixed it with my previous drink.
The surroundings get more and more brighter, and I see that I'm on a terrace. I ask myself how I got there, I didn't know who was the driver. I tried to remember but it was hard, because I had the feeling of being drunk. (Side note: The feeling of being drunk is in the dream much more intense than in real life) I remember that a friend of mine is the driver, but he already has drank too much to drive safely home. I wanted to remind my friend that he should stop drinking. But I couldn't. I realize somehow that this might be a dream. But I just keep on drinking my drink. I don't know any more what happened after.lol

The end. I wanted to remind you folks that too much alcohol isn't good at all. So don't drink too much.
But I definitely recommend to mix in your dreams some kind of drink or cocktail. 4 times of 5, they taste really awesome, that's what I experienced

KEEP IT UP!

#967:
Date: (Approx.) October 10th, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

It's another zombie apocalypse. I begin the dream in a large, fortified bus with a bunch of people from my family. We drive down a bunch of roads until we finally reach a coastline. We roll down the beach until we reach a sort of military encampment which is apparently one of the few human settlements remaining. There are many white tents, and as we drive into the camp, people are impressed that we've survived on our own for this long.

We don't stay for more than a few moments though, I think because we realize that whoever is running this camp has some kind of sinister motives. In particular, we notice a sort of symbol on the side of buildings and vehicles that looks like "^^^^", and it makes us very suspicious. We end up in a sort of city, and we stop at what used to be a restaurant, looking for food to scavenge. My recall is a bit blurry at this point. I think we find some guns inside the restaurant, and then someone appears at the door. At first we think it's a zombie, and immediately take aim with our rifles. It turns it's a human though, and we all end up sitting at a table and talking.

Big jump here, I somehow end up in a kind of massive factory, and I am being taken to an audience with the factory's owners (I think the guy from the restaurant told me to go here). After taking an elevator, I enter a large, Japanese-style room, and stand in the middle of the large carpet that spans the room. After a few moments, I am surrounded with a bunch of vaguely human-like cats, who are apparently incredibly wise and think I'm some sort of chosen one. I try to talk with them and explain that I'm nothing special, but they speak a language I don't understand.

For a while I'm really confused, as the cats are all saying many things and I have no idea what is really going on. Eventually, I try to just relax, and I think I slowly start to understand what they are saying, despite not knowing their language. They begin some sort of chanting, and I start floating in the air. I just try to roll with it and wait. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of what happened after that.


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 8th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

It's night-time, in some sort of suburban neighborhood. Apparently, I'm "in" a sort of horror movie, and I sort of know it, so while everything feels real, I also have some notion that it isn't, if that makes any sense. Anyways, I'm outside with a group of 4 people, one of whom is Mel Gibson. Armed with a few guns, we're on the hunt for some kind of mysterious animal who has been wreaking havoc (maybe killing people?) in the neighborhood.

After walking around for a while, we spot a dark figure, which we assume is the animal. I think it runs away before we can kill it, and I think to myself that it doesn't look that dangerous. We decide to split up. I end up exploring some sort of log cabin with another person, and it's suddenly morning. The guy with me uses his walkie talkie to contact the others, but eerily, there's no response at all. Everything is suddenly very quiet and tense. There is a knock at the door right in front of us. I feel like something horrific is about to happen, so I get behind the door and try to block my vision, as if trying to ignore the movie I'm in. The guy opens the door, and there is nothing there but books on the floor. If I recall correctly, the books belonged to a little girl who had been killed by the animal, and for some reason it was quite scary that they were suddenly here (who brought them there?).


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 15th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I'm walking around on campus, and I see a girl I haven't seen in years. I follow her, and see her go into a sort of deli I have never been to before. After a few moments I decide to go inside, but go in through the wrong door and end up in a kind of bathroom. There's a bucket with some food in there, so for a moment I wonder if this is the actual deli, but eventually conclude that it isn't. I go in through another door and find myself in a kitchen area, where an employee tells me this isn't the right place to get food. I go back outside and in through another door, which is the right one this time. I ended up admiring some of the delicious things for sale.


A fragment from last night: I was in an elevator with some guy, and suddenly it started shaking fairly violently. It barely reached the floor we were going to, and when it did, the doors opened but the elevator started moving again. We scrambled to get out of the elevator, and did, just in time, before it dropped free-fall to the bottom of the shaft.


Finally, a kind of funny and technically lucid dream from the other day. I woke up in the morning, having overslept already, but fell asleep again. When I did though, I ended up in a dream of getting out of bed, only to see my roommate hiding in a corner getting ready to jump out to scare me or something. I knew my roommate wasn't here IRL though, so I yelled out "NO!!', mad at myself for falling asleep again. I woke myself up and get out of bed, for real this time.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Didn't have a very interesting night... Just alot of fragments and boring dreams. Not much else to say.

6.30: Lost and found
I'm walking down a road with my sisters, my brother and two other people. Apparently we've all been missing for a long time. A reporter comes running towards us and starts asking us alot of questions. We answer her and she gets all excited. I come up with a funny thing to do when we're going live in a few minutes. "What if I put like cardboard over my mouth, and wear glasses. Then I'll say to the camera that I want to be anonymous. You guys will stand behind me and wave and everyone would still know who I am"

My brother and I start laughing at the brilliant "masterplan" and continue walking down the road. Suddenly we're outside of my cousins house. We enter the house and Martin whispers in my ear: "Try to get laid" I ignore him and look around. The ceiling is really low and I have to crouch. I greet with my cousin Michael and he asks if my beer is disgusting. I take a look at the beer I'm holding. It's a brown bottle with golden details. I chug it all. "Nope, not too bad".

10.00-13.00 Fragments
*A guy at work is messing with me so I take his finger and I bend it. He screams in pain and I release it. "Dude... That was the finger I hurt before" he tells me and walks away. I remember he had and I feel bad.

*I'm banned from DV chat. I say something to a guy I think is Alex and another one bans me. I sit there and wait for them to unban me, but nothing happens!

*A really fucked up pokémon fight. Like that stone worm onix is spewing out rocks, writing a name on the ground...

*A guy I know has registered on DV. His english is the worst shit I've ever seen and I try to read his first DJ entry. I remember him telling me about the dream that I'm reading.

*I'm in a mudpit or something like that. There's another guy there and we're jumping around doing flips and complicated spinning kicks.

13.00: Psichic... Not psychic
I'm with Monica and we've just entered a small house. Inside I find a large circular shower with room for a few people. I decide to just watch while Monica is taking a shower sitting down. Afterwards a girl enters the house and ask us if we've seen a man with a stab wound on his cheek. "My mom told me something was going to happen, she's psychic!" we tell her we haven't seen the man and look at eachother. We did see him earlier and it's all a little freaky. The girl leaves and an old schoolmate shows up. He's out of breath. "Her mom isn't psychic. She's psichic" he tells us panting. "I don't wanna screw this one night stand up"

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Food before bed: 100mg B6 and 2 omega-3 pills. 100mg B6 at 10.00.

That's it! Three dreams with false memories in them. We'll see what the future brings!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!