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Before going to take a nap I saw this movie called True Grit (the 2010 version). It is a western movie, good one. The first thing I can recall from the dream is that I had something like a branch in my hands and I threw it to a group of persons. They were "the bad guys" and everything looked pretty much like a western movie, in fact I think some of them were wearing hats. So I throw this branch and hit one of them, climbed a little hill and knock out another one of them, then I see 3 more "bad guys" hiding in what looks like the roof of a building near me. I go there hiding from this 3 guys, I kick one of them and throw him down, then I see a shadow of someone pointing at me with a revolver, I quickly see the other bad guy pointing at me and jump from this "building". I jump and dove into a river. I already knew that I was dreaming, but i did some kind of a RC, i could breath under water (didn't pinch my nose). I start following the river and ended up in something that looked like a sunken ship, all made of rusty metal. It was really vivid, very realistic. I felt a lot my touch and other senses

Morning of December 22, 2013. Sunday.



This dream was not that short, but much of it was based on attention regarding perception and focus of just a few ideas and images. In my dream, my brother sends me a particular JPEG photo on Facebook (which he had not done in real life before - he never posted images on my Facebook page). I am at the computer and when I look at the image, it is very clear. The image is mostly of a Teddy bear sitting on a smaller stack of books in the center of a bed. Also in the room are lots of other details. For a time, I seem to be doing photo projection (within my dream itself) for some reason.

After a short time, I notice the image seems to change as if it is doing a slow 180 degree pan (central to the Teddy bear position) on one side (as I move my head side to side very slightly) and then the other so that I can see what had been behind the Teddy bear and see other things at different angles. This happens in a very subtle way in some photo projection experiences (depending on the image) in real life, but in this case, in my dream, it is quite intriguing and amazingly vivid (though I am not lucid). It is as if all the image-based data of a full 360 degree rotation is somehow encoded within the one otherwise flat image (seemingly oriented within the center which - again - is represented by the Teddy bear in this case - for example, as if the Teddy bear is the hub and everything around it is the 360 degree “wheel” which pans around 180 degrees to each side depending on how I move my head - however, I still do not see up and down in a similar way in this case relative to detail change).

I decide that my brother sent me a special kind of hologram, perhaps without knowing that himself - or maybe it is a new technology relating to holographic photography (that he is absentmindedly “showing off”, or not knowing that I do not have all the equipment associated with its full usage) of a type that goes beyond the much older View Master types (and the very old technology relating to 3-D back in the 1940s and such being far superior to what they make these days, some of which is actually fake or rendered artificially). In my dream, I am contemplating how it works, thinking somewhat about the small plastic cards with images that appear to move through a stage of several frames when you change the angle by moving it slightly, but I think that would require a special monitor with several thin and angled layers.

I am thinking about talking to my brother in an enthusiastic state of cheerful surprise. There are other photos; one, I think, of his cat on the floor of his kitchen and at least one outside scene.

A little later, I seem to be in the parking lot with some of my belongings near a mall in Wisconsin that had been north of all the places I lived in the region (near Shopko, I think - based in Ashwaubenon, Wisconsin, near Green Bay). A younger male approaches me from the southeast. I seem to be near a table (or something set up with a piece of plywood on top); perhaps it is part of a larger flea market oriented east to west though I do not see many people around. I am sitting down at that point on a small chair. The man seems friendly, but I still feel a slight suspicion as if I feel he may attempt to rob me at one point, but that thought is not quite the dominating one. The man seems to be low on money and wants to know if I could buy some agates from him. I am not quite sure how much money I have, but I tell him that I already have a “guitar full of agates” (which is based on a much older real-life memory where I kept a large number of agates in an old guitar of my father’s, but this was over twenty years ago). I even describe to him what each one looked like as I put it inside the body of the guitar. I tell him about the ones that look a bit like candy corn, the red and white striped ones, and ones that look a bit like they have Paisley designs on them. He does not seem to be threatening at all (even though I hold the mild expectation of such) and he asks another man approaching from the north who is apparently there to look at something else at the implied flea market.

Eventually, I start talking to the man selling agates about the new holographic technology and how you can actually “step into” the images as if they were much like holodecks on the newer (“Next-Generation”-based) “Star Trek” shows (although earlier I had only seen “inside” the photos at a different size perspective). He listens, being only mildly interested, but does not comment. He just wants to sell all his agates to get enough for a small meal, I think. He is thin and passive. I do not think he will rob anyone “yet”.

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This turned out to also be precognitive relative to what my wife had been looking at, at the mall (including newer holographic images she was thinking of buying - one of a tiger), without any knowledge of such on my part or me sharing my dream beforehand. Funny, but happens every day to some extent. The other way it was precognitive involved pretty close detail to my brother Dennis (same brother as in my dream) posting images on Facebook in my timeline which he had never done before and no prior clue he would do so. I thought I had updated this particular entry in this section, but had not - partly because it happens so often. It had the usual “something bigger than life at work” feeling.

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Okay, so every night I try to have a wild, but I fail. But tonight,I didn't try to have one, and I did! So my dream was, I was Jake, and Finn was at the other side of a large plain. I realized I was lucid, so instead of running, I tried to stretch. It was not as easy as the show makes it seem. The most I could make was a few feet, but when I got there, Finn and I explored the woods and found an intricate dam system made of dirt. While the man who lived there was yammering on about how it worked, I poked holes in the dam where the guy slept. After that, my dream changed, and I lost lucidity.

fragment 1:

I was in some school, yes I'm starting to realize just how many school dreams I have. I was trying to read some book out loud but I couldn't read the words and they kept changing on me. This guy next to me was pretty good at reading them and he helped me out. I woke up, too stressful.

Dream 1:

It started in front of my parents' house, I was about 8 years younger. I was hanging out with some old friends from high school, they were smoking a couple joints. I spontaneously became lucid, took a joint, and went to the back yard. there were a bunch of younger kids there smoking weed and doing lines of coke. I was a little shocked, thought they might be a little too young. But I knew it was just a dream and I didn't want them to turn on me since there were a lot. So I just waved and sat down in a chair with my joint to relax. After a couple minutes one kid threw a football to me. He bet me that I couldn't even throw it back to him, he was right. I tried to and it went really far over the house. He was nice about it though, he just made a big grin and ran off to get it. I got up and flew over the house to get there first. On the way there I met another dreamer on the roof top. She asked me some question about dreaming then waved goodbye, odd. I flew down into a random patch of giant purple trees, grabbed the football, and threw it back to him.

While walking back to the house, I imagined what it would be like if my parents came there. I then saw a yellow taxi materialize out of yellow light, decided it wouldn't be the best for the dream, so I made it vanish. I made it re-materialize for a couple seconds just to make sure I could do it again, then made it disappear for good. I walked back into the house and then woke up.

Dream 2:

I liked this dream more, I started out lucid. I was in a forest, in the mountains, wearing an old-lady outfit and a white-haired wig. I looked a little bit like Dana Carvey dressed up as old church lady. These kids drove by me in a jeep. It was on a dirt road and they were going very fast, so I decided to follow them. Edward Norton was with them for some reason. As I walked down the road, I heard a chainsaw off in the distance and trees started falling all over the place. I kept walking though, not worried about it. I eventually got to a clearing and I saw those kids hanging out there, then the perspective changed (I started to get a little bit semi-lucid at this point). I was now watching myself from their perspective. I saw some dude dressed up as an old lady go over and start picking weed from a giant patch of it. One of the cocky, stoner kids ran over to try and steal some. I went back to the point of view of the old lady, grabbed his hand and said, "No you don't, mister". Then they all came over, and some weird DC came out of the forest. The weird DC was called Action Jackson, he was about 3 feet tall, very fat, and he was carrying an enormous chainsaw. Immediately, Action Jackson started cutting down trees. I said to him, "Noo Action Jackson, stop that! Somebody's gonna get hurt". He just stared at me with a confused look on his face and cocked his head to the side. I noticed a giant error sign flashing over his head(It was a triangle with an exclamation point in it). Action Jackson then exclaimed, "I Need More Beef!"

He started cutting off one of the chubbier DC's heads. I told him again, "No, Action Jackson, that's naughty! Bad Action Jackson!" He stopped for a second, looked at me confused, then proceeded to cut off that guy's head until it was completely severed. He came after me next, so I flew into the air but he started flying too. I decided that this was getting a little bit out of hand. I became invincible and let him try and cut my arm, to show him that he couldn't hurt me. That really upset him, he looked both confused and angry. After he realized he couldn't hurt me, he tried to cut off another DC's head, so I took his chainsaw and threw it. It was spinning through the air and it cut off some DC's leg. The DC tried to balance by waving his arms wildly in the air, but he eventually fell on his face.

Since Action Jackson had been dealt with, and the edges of the dream were starting to blur, I wanted to try my third task again before I woke up (Advanced object/DC changing). I decided I would turn the earth into many little earths while I was on it. I put my dream hands together and focused on making the earth split in two with my mind. It started cracking, layer after layer. It happened beneath my feet so I walked over to one side so that I wouldn't fall in. Eventually there was a huge crevice going all the way across the dream landscape. I started to wake up, tried to DEILD, didn't work. Oh well, maybe I'll get it next time

I was in a dream place. I remembered doing MILD, and I was like "oh I am obviously in a dream" without doing a reality check. I was, so I walked around my house telling people they were apart of my dream, and they said yeah but didnt really care. So I decided to find a way to wake up in my future dreams, so I closed my eyes. When I did this I tried to open them, but instead I felt the muscles IRL trying to move but paralysed. I could not see, and could not open my eyes for 2 or 3 seconds. It was not scary, but interesting and so amazing.

I will call this my official fully remembered, in control, lucid dream.

I remember I was kicking the footy around (Australian Rules Football) with the geelong boys. it was kinda a game kinda not, I remember running up the wing and fumbling the ball a lot but side stepping everyone (im confident in the sidestep) and snapping a goal wile Paul Chapman called for the ball, then a friend of mine (not from waking life) was very angery about someone insulting his religion (muslim) I explained to him that he didn't insult his religion and that in fact he miss heard him and he was talking about something els. he eventually calmed down. we walked out of the locker rooms to join the footy boys but a WAFL team had come to train and we had to leave, I recognized the coach from when I used to play from them.

I got in the back seat of the car with the muslim dude and throw my boot into another car and keep my other boot with me. we where driving home, and heres where it gets interesting, I thought "I cant wait to sleep tonight to try to lucid dream tonight!, oh right reality check!" (I was already very suspicious that I was dreaming because when I think reality check I kinda realize im dreaming but its just hard to accept)

I looked at my left hand, normal but I poked my right index finger into it and Valla straight through, I got very exited and started cheering and then I stabilised I looked out the window of the car, we where driving along a road through woods with skinny straight trees, I wanted to leave the car so I though "bust through the roof!" but im new to lucid dreaming and knew I wasn't advanced enough to do that, instead I asked them to slow down (they did but only a little because we where still flying)

I opened the car door steeped to the edge and kinda willed the car away with my eyes closed, I opened my eyes and there I was standing on the road!! yay the car was long gone, I looked to my left, more forest, to my right was like another world, a cartoon one kinda, "cool" I though as I wondered into this world, I keept changing worlds and a saw an art picture of like a giant statue thing crying that I swear and had seen in waking life, then I woke up.

this was only 4 hours into sleep so it wasn't very big or very vivid but hey that was enough to keep me happy

dream signs;
-Geelong boys
-Paul Chapman
-footy
-muslim dude
-Swans WAFL club
-nice green footy oval
- argument
-cars
-forest
-perth city (or felt like it)
-Giant crying

I was on the way to the car and saw 3 little kids just playing around. They looked like they wanna steal from me but it wasn't going to happen. As soon as I opened the car door and was about to get in, Those 3 kids got the jump on me and tried to steal my wallet from me. Luckily for me, they couldn't find it and had enough time to shake them of and overpower them. I told them to stay away, or they'll get more. so I drove back to my house and some how, when I got home, they were already waiting at my house and tried to steal my wallet again.
I somehow got 2 of the kids in cages (I don't know where it came from) and I was Slamming the 3rd kid into walls. After I finish, I went to interrogate the 2 kids in cages. One of them said something like, "I've been sent here by my will because my parent died at (somewhere I forgot) and I'm all alone. I don't know what to do."
He went into a little more detail but I forgot what he said. I bursted out of tears and gave them money. My dad came home and the time and said "Why are you giving money away?" I just woke up then.

I rewrote large parts of this Dream Journal Entry, because the original one seemed a bit flakey. (Most likely because I wrote the original Now, I'm able to properly explain what happened.

Where things get Weird

I was in my front yard, and lucid when two dream characters show up. (They show up in this really cool black car nonetheless) I recognize them as Marcus and this other character that I recently identified and named Jack.
It was at this point that for some reason, I thought of the basic TOTM for this month. To ask a dream character for a present and see what you get. I never said anything out-loud about the TOTM, but I thought about it.
I think Jack is the one who gets out of the car and offers me a small grey gun that he says Marcus invented. (And this is where I think I may have just completed the TOTM.) He gives a short speech about how this is the "next step in personal defense" and asks me to try the weapon out. The weapon looks and feels like the sticky detonator from Halo 4. It has a smooth look to it.
I fire it at a tree, and a large cylindrical grenade sticks to the side of the tree. I pull a trigger, and a number of small fan shaped grenades release from the large one and stick all over the place. Okay, that's a cool feature, but I can't figure out how to make the grenades detonate. Don't know if this is my own lack of knowledge or a malfunction with the weapon.

I false awaken in my own house to find that I have woken up very late on a Saturday morning. Makes sense why I would lucid, so I go downstairs, and go on this site and begin writing a DJ entry for this dream. I then, in my false awakening, go back upstairs and "WILD" back into a non-lucid dream.

I go back into a dream where my lucidity seems very unstable, an anxiety dream about school where I'm stranded there and I need to ride home. Jack shows up again. And let the real weirdness begin.
Jack attempts to convince me that I'm not dreaming. He tells me that my "Guides" (Meaning that he is a guide too now I guess.) are here to help me in waking life. He says I won't be going home for awhile. Telling me that this is waking life, given my groggy lucidity left me confused.
We are walking out of the school. I was at a point where I thought this was RL, and I told him I needed to go get my backpack. He then proceeded to tell me that he was carrying my backpack over his own, took it off and gave it to me. He told me that was in fact a basic test to make sure I wouldn't lose it because of that. So I guess I passed.
We get to the street out front of the school, and we try to get into this other vehicle that's like this very strange tractor type thing. Another detail that I couldn't help but notice, but there was a street named after Jonathan, my dream "Nemesis".
All my regular dream characters, save for the evil one. (Manei, Marcus, and David) started to surround the tractor and get out. There were two more, a younger version of Lia who looked to be about 10, and a younger boy who was probably 6. We get out and we all start to get into this really nice black sport's car. (Is that like my dream character's only way to get around.) I'll really have to draw these cars that I keep seeing. But we have seven people trying to get into this car. I have to sit in the middle of the back. And I don't know where we intend to go.
I'm getting into the back of the car with all these dream characters, and I woke up into my bed.

At my Service

I cannot believe I forgot about this dream.

I was in my school's gymnasium. There were a bunch of people running around and playing with the various gym equipment like dodge-balls and badminton rackets.
Manei approaches me and tells me that I am dreaming.
"Oh... of course I am..."
I do a nose pinch reality check just to be sure. I realize that I am dreaming, but I just felt really lucid. I probably got more lucid in this dream than I did in any lucid dream I've had in a long time. I could really feel the dream world around me. I even thought to myself that my real body is back in bed and this is all a dream, so this was a solid layer 3 dream. (For those of you who are farmiliar with receejones87's layers of LDing)
"Thanks for telling me."
She bows
"I am at your service."
I think to myself for a second. Manei... my dream guide, at my service. Will she carry out any command I give her?
"Jump up and down."
She jumps up and down. Given my dreams take place at about 0.5G's, she is able to jump about her own body height.
"Stop."
She stops.
"What's 7 times 4?"
"28."
Now time to really see how this works. I pick out one of the dream characters playing in the gym. Knowing he is just an aspect of me, I issue this command.
"Go beat that kid up."
She calmly walks over to the dream character, and stops in front of him. She then jumps into the air and spins around kicking the dude in the face. He falls over either dead or unconscious and is bleeding from his nose.

Morning of December 19, 2013. Thursday.



This was an intriguing dream, though not really much drama, based on indirect associations from pulsing certain affirmations relating to creation of something new which brought about the “steel foundry” theme, I think. I do not really associate human-like beings with black eyes (including the sclerotic coat) as having “evil” in them as many people do (thanks to their influence from “Supernatural”, probably). Some people have been seemingly suspicious of me in my past due to having near-black eyes (except of course for the sclerotic coat) which I have actually gotten complaints on. Can you imagine? I associate completely black eyes, for the most part, with an undeveloped or unknown element. Tulpas will develop black eyes after a time (depending on other factors) sometimes going back to “normal”, the reverse being a “quivering bright silver”, which seems to be the highest form.

Here, the “black-eyed aliens” seem to represent the new “recently born” (and deliberate on my part) tulpa constructs coming in to deliberately oust some of the annoying archetypes of the past, particularly those with very limited intelligence that persist in frequenting certain domains (but not all by any stretch of the imagination). On the Internet, you will find references to “Black-Eyed Children Encounters” as in one claim that they are alien-human hybrids, something I find hilarious, as humans cannot even reproduce with other species on their own planet, let alone from another planet, even other primate groups, such as chimpanzees, where the DNA is oh so close. I simply do not have that level of imagination, as you cannot “unlearn” something you already know (which is why I do not dream about zombies, I guess). They never seem a threat to me - in fact, here in most of this dream, they actually seem a bit fearful of normal humans and most of them are in hiding (although they communicate tentatively with me, seeming to want instructions at times).

In humans, the pupils dilate to let in more light. In tulpas, as I said in another entry, this potential is unlimited, and thus completely black eyes are a result. They dilate “to see as much of the world as possible”.

I am visiting my sister at her old address on Loomis Street in the USA. She seems concerned about a new steel foundry being built so close to her house that one outer wall of her house seems to be in the works of either being shared by one of the buildings or possibly damaged. The foundry and many associated larger buildings are mostly being worked on to the north. This is likely my dream “complaining” about new potential constructs of stronger levels being “enforced” against old thinking habits, perhaps. Many very strange vehicles travel by her house and there is a concern about strong odors, noise, and heat that already seems somewhat of a serious problem regarding peace-of-mind livability.

Meanwhile, there is another scene prior to this I should include. I am walking in a very large, mostly featureless green field (although I can see large dense forests in the distance, which seems to be our destination) with a young black-eyed girl. She seems to be wearing a gymnastics outfit with a Yin and Yang design theme and a high, swept-back wiry tiara. We are sharing some sort of private joke relating to the overall events going on. Apparently, all of humanity (although I sense my family is not there and has equal freedom as I do) is being held back by a large silvery steel fence from horizon to horizon. Some of them are putting their arms between the bars in an attempt to get our attention. Most of those closest to the gate itself seem to be from environments that had not nurtured them in their lifetime - and so they seem hostile to anyone visibly appearing healthy or successful in any way. I hear one of them scream “You son of a b—h!” but it is not clear at all if they are yelling at me or someone near them that is annoying them (it seems more likely to be a fight amongst themselves, though, rather than any attention given to me). Looking back, the number of people stopped by the fence seems almost endless, all the way to the distant horizon behind us - or almost every human being on Earth. “Human DNA is so volatile,” says the girl.

The black-eyed girl waves her hand and another steel fence materializes fairly quickly from the ground, again from horizon to horizon relative to each side of us, although it does not seem needed, so is a bit of “overkill” (almost to a comedic effect). The “joke” we are sharing relates to the complaint of a lottery winner which I think originated from a “Nancy” comic strip many years ago - although I have heard it elsewhere. The gag is that, even though the person won the lottery, he is angry that he wasted money on buying two tickets when he supposedly did not need the second. (Seriously, though, it is not that funny, as the win could have been a result of the second ticket rather than the first). This may relate to a very recent real-life event. My second-youngest son won a prize at a Christmas party, so he got to blindly select the next winner from a bucket held high. Of all the people, he picked (by pure blind chance) his younger brother as the next prize winner. This was a fun and positive social night for them.

Anyhow, after this, the dream mostly shifts into the city scene (which has an additional appearance later on after other sections). After this, is a “twilight” dream section. I and several other people are watching strange, long and cylindrical objects in the sky. These long, thin cylinders are mostly a lighter blue but with a wider black band in the center, somewhat like a cigarette with a filter in the middle rather than on the tip (or perhaps like a cigarette mirrored symmetrically to its filter tip). We watch for quite some time, with a sort of enthusiasm. However, one of these ships seems to crash in slow motion through one of the steel foundry buildings (curiously seeming to stay at a forty-five degree angle the whole time) and we have to avoid the flying parts from both the spacecraft and the building, which does not seem difficult. However, at the same time, it also seems to transform into a machine that is reworking the design of the building at the same time the inertia from the crash is still active. Later on, I am approached by one of the aliens in a very passive way, but I just tell them to relax and enjoy their lives. They do not seem to have any ulterior motives and are living in the city without incident or being bothered by the humans even after the crash of one of their ships.

The dream shifts again in that I am looking at various time periods in my past, yet everything has changed. I enter my Rose Street apartment as a boy, and find a Japanese family living there instead and so I feel a bit strange/imposing at my intrusion. History has somehow changed - or maybe I am actually in the future rather than the past (although the Rose Street building burnt down years ago - and there now seems to be a business building there in the same area in real life). I check out another home I had in my youth and there are now different (seemingly Tibetan) people having had a history of living there all that time, a married couple and five children (the same as my immediate family in real life). It is not a negative experience, just a bit “different” - and I actually enjoy talking to these (unknown) people. All in all, the dream seemed to created a positive feeling, regardless of the rather meandering plot.

Update: On some levels, this dream turned out to be highly precognitive of my sister’s illness and death.

In school. A teacher is scolding me in front of the whole class. I am not sure if this is a dream or not, but take a risk and shout, "Bitch!" This marked the start of my dream. Some classmates fought me, but I won. Unfortunately, I couldnt shoot web or have Wolverine claws.
I got bored and went kissing some girl. What the hell, everything was blur. I couldnt see her face.
Afterwards did some experiments like webbing, then lost lucidity.

I'm convinced that I didn't go into nREM sleep at all last night. My first dream seemed to last forever and when I woke up, only 30 minutes had passed since I fell asleep. I think that this might have been because I took a deep sleep nap yesterday. Maybe I should do this more often so that I can, ideally, do WILD right as I go to bed and REM lucid dream for 8 hours. I like the sound of that.

I remembered a lot of dreams last night, and I'm sure there were a lot that I don't remember. I'll try to write them in chronological order.

fragment 1:
I was in a giant palace of a house, there were 5 floors. Each floor had a glass balcony that let you look down on the fancy living room below. There was one person on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors. I don't remember who was on the 2nd floor, but I do remember he played an audio tape of some guy dying from a stroke. After it was done playing, an invisible being came and sucked this dark smoke out of him. He fell to the ground, dead. On the 3rd floor, there was a sad man that was moping around. He wore a black T-shirt that had the word VICTIMHOOD written on it in red. Dark smoke was sucked out of him and he died as well. There was a sad girl on the 4th floor, she was cutting her wrists. Death came and sucked the dark smoke out of her, she fell to the floor, dead. On the 5th, there was nobody up there but me. Death came and started sucking the dark smoke out of me. I became lucid, grabbed the neck of this invisible being and sucked my dark smoke back in. I knocked death against the wall with my mind and ran down to the 4th floor. I wanted to resurrect the girl, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I tried to summon her. A small doll of her likeness materialized in front of me. I made the doll grow to human size, and brought it to life as the girl. She had open cuts on her wrists and her throat. I mended them with my mind. There was still a big scar on her throat, but I figured that didn't matter now. I went down to the 3rd floor and I think I gave the sad guy a hug, not quite sure. Went down the 2nd floor and I don't remember what happened. I do remember that as I got down to the bottom floor the dream faded to black and I started to wake up. I didn't want it to end yet, so I made a bright flash of light and created the image of that palace's bottom floor. I then started to dance around as I touched the walls to make it more vivid.

DEILD:
Back on the bottom floor of the palace, I talked to these nice two people that were sitting on couches next to a fireplace. Then started going back upstairs until I got to the 4th floor. That girl was still there. We had sex while a maid, a butler, and a chef watched and laughed their asses off. I started laughing hysterically as well. Not sure what that was all about. I fixed her throat-scar because it was bothering me. I then saw a scene playing out, it was a real-life enactment of the audio tape that was played by the guy on the 2nd floor. A middle-aged Italian man fell on his face, his right leg wasn't working. He managed to stand up after a little bit of a struggle. I noticed that the right side of his face was dropping. He was having a hemorrhagic type stroke. I didn't like watching that, so I went up to the 5th floor again and there was a couch and a giant film screen. I sat down and watched footage from my childhood. It showed how kind and innocent I had been and then it showed how I had once wished that my dad would die. I was very angry at him. It broke my heart to think about that. I woke up

fragment 2:

I was on a beach with a girl and she was flirting with me. She climbed a palm tree and I followed her. We started making out and her brother was there. He didn't like that so much.

fragment 3:

I was in a home for poor children without families and I was a lot younger. We were all sitting around a giant table, talking and getting drunk even though we were all ages 10-15. The guy that owned the home gave us this delicious canned food. He made it and sold it. A man that was writing a book arrived in an old, beat up 280z with pea-green paint. I started talking to him, I don't remember what we said, but I feel like it was about dreaming. I gave him a can of the delicious canned food. He left and I woke up.

Dream 1:

It was a post-apocalyptic world, I was in a city. There were highrises everywhere and a very bleak, gray surrounding. This dream almost definitely got its inspiration from DayZ. I was running around, looking for supplies when I came across a man with a really nice sniper rifle and full tactical SWAT armor. He didn't kill me on site, despite the fact that he could. He gave me a sniper rifle too and we became buddies. He was camping some small garage that had a really nice gun and some grenades laying on the floor. He put a landmine under them so that if someone tried to take them, boom. A couple of guys came along and killed my buddy. The landmine blew them up. I heard zombies coming, attracted by the noise so I ran like hell.

I eventually stumbled onto a group of douche bags. Those kind of guys that kill on sight and laugh their asses off about murdering a lone person when it's 5v1. They started firing on me, I turned invisible (it only lasted for 4 seconds). I shot four of them in the head and the 5th guy shot me in the arm. I started running because the gunfight had attracted an army of zombies. These super zombies and zombie dogs started chasing me, but it wasn't fair. They could run faster than me and they could jump higher than me. I woke up before they could catch me.

Dream 2:

I was in someone's backyard, gardening for them. There was a small cement path behind their house and a huge, white limo drove down the path and stopped about 10 feet from me. The author from the previous dream got out and started talking to me! We both went into his limo to sit down. We started talking about dreams and the talk got fairly philosophical. I won't include it here, but it was very interesting for me. When we were done talking, I got out of his limo and then I woke up.

fragment 4:

I was hanging out with my sister and her buddies. They wanted me to drink but I didn't want to, I almost never drink. I don't like how it makes me feel. They didn't like that, so I left.

fragment 5:

I loved this dream, was very similar to Dark Souls. I started in a cave, it was dark but there were candles on the wall. I was wearing full, metallic, knight armor and I was carrying around an enormous sword. After wandering for awhile, I came to a statue. I touched it and it glowed red and started vibrating. The entire cave started to shake and the statue turned into an ancient King. The dude was pissed, he started lunging at me with his rapier. We had an epic battle for awhile but he beat me. It was close though!

Dream 3:

This was a false awakening from the last RPG dream. I got on DV to type up the dreams while I still remembered, but something went wrong and it only posted one dream. Then I woke up for real.

This happened about four years ago and has stuck with me to this day; it'll also explain my screen name.

When I was about 17/18 years old I had converted from agnostic to paganism but was still hovering around the fence about it. I was doing extensive amount of research about different Gods and Goddess' and left that night ended about Hecate and Bast.


As I entered my dream state I was in a small room and had the sudden urge to try to change the walls (all my lucid dreams start out this way) It took some time but finally I began to change the walls from one color to another. Next goal was to change locations.

Here I was hoping from tropical beach to the center of someone's room but right as I went to leap again I felt myself fly backwards. Something was pulling me in a different direction. I was still fully aware that I was asleep and fought back until I started feeling my dream unravel. In order to prolong the dream I let myself calm down and let whatever unknown source pull me to whatever unknown location.


I landed in a heavily shadowed room. The walls and floor were made out of cold grey bricks yet I didn't feel cold. Wherever I was I was high in the air for the narrow slotted widows only showed a starry laden sky. There was someone else in the room with me. I felt her rather than saw her. She laughed at the sound was like a thousand bells ringings but also held a dark edge to it. I asked her outloud who she was and in response I received the thought, 'Hecate'

Suddenly she moved, just a quick glimpse of a face that seemed to change with each second. I felt so at peace with myself, not afraid at all. It was like being wrapped in love just standing there in the darkness as something unknown flitted around me.

Another thought voiced itself in my head, 'What is it that you desire to know?'

And I knew I could ask anything. Anything my heart desired, unfortunately that heart was still very young and in love so my thoughts turned to my current boyfriend.

My dream ended shortly after that but it never left me. In all my years previously of looking and researching religions nothing like that has ever happened. Since then I have chosen to walk the pagan path with hecate as my Goddess.

This was my dream from last night/this morning.


I am at a hotel meeting up with my step mother so I can visit my youngest siblings. Unfortunately my biological father is there who has recently disowned me (in real life due to the fact I dyed my hair). My mother is also somewhere here in the hotel and I am left a note to go to her room which is either room five or six. My father glares down at me from behind his wife's back refusing to address me verbally and though it stings I quickly pass it off. My step mother announces that they will be right back and gathers the kids. I sit there waiting until I hear the elevator behind me ding open. I turn just in time to see them scurry inside in an attempt to leave me behind. They've ditched me.

I have nothing better to do but try to find my mothers room and sleep there for the night. I have no where else to go, but I can't find anyone or any rooms. Just a series of halls and doors. Pain from being shunned burns in my chest until I break down and bawl. There is a crushing sense of loneliness and fear that presses against me. That is until I feel something brush against me. Looking around I find nothing but have a chill up my spine.

I continue to wander until I hear the shouts of my father. I find him look horrified in a corner; face pale as death. There is nothing around him. Without thinking I rush up to him to see if he's alright. He's shaken but brushes me off quickly. That is until my little brother rushes up to me, my two other siblings and step mother in tow. They all are shook up but no one seems to know why.

They allow me to travel with them as we try to find a way out of this hotel. Instead we find ourselves in the basement. The air is so heavy you can feel it pressing against you, weighting you down. There's a hard knot of fear in my stomach and I can tell we're all feeling it. I see something out of the corner of my eyes, a shadow moving against the wall. My father cries out in fear once again but no one sees anything once more. We keep moving but find no exit just an overwhelming feeling of doom. Suddenly a creature rushed out from the corner and throws my father across the room. As it stands still where he once was I can see a twisted form a boy, flesh half rotted away and hallow eyes. There is so much rage pouring off of him that I flinch. My step mother and siblings are cowering in a corner as my father just mumbles on the ground that this cant be real.

The boy-creature screams; "You killed me!" And throws my father against a wall. From there it was like a movie was being played out. A younger version of my father in a hotel room. His movements are jerky as sways. He's very visibly intoxicated. On the bed is a small boy, probably around my littlest brothers age of seven, there is fear in his eyes but he doesn't dare to move. My father stumbles and falls onto the bed next to the boy who cringes but doesn't move. They stay like this for what seems like an eternity. Finally the boy slides off, kneeling down to check on my father.

"Father?" he whispers.

My father wakes up with a start and grabs the boy by his throat and dragging him onto the bed. There are tears in the boys eyes I watch the scene play out. Watch with every agonizing moment that my father crushed his windpipe and stumbled out of the room. Leaving his lifeless body behind.

There is an overwhelming sense of outrage from me. All my anger pouring out as my vision clears and I see the weeping man on the floor. The ghost boy lunges for him once again but I come in between the two. Flinging the boy off in one direction and protecting my father behind me.

"You are a worthless father, he should have his revenge and end your life now!" I scream back at the cowering form, "But a life for a life doesn't balance out. You should have to live with your sins." The ghost boy is thrashing around me but cannot seem to get near me. Suddenly a dog appears out of nowhere, lifeless and crippled. Words fall out of my mouth though I don't know them. All I know is that i begin to bind the boy to the dog and the dog to my father. They cannot hurt each other physically but forced to be by each others side for the rest my fathers mortal life.

Throughout these past four years I have been plagued with dreams of a man whose face and name I do not know, well did not know. He'd always be chasing me and I fleeing. Small tests here and there that always bore his mark and the plot line always went the same. He was coming to get me and I was terrified.

This past dream was different and I remember it with vivid clarity.


Recently I have moved back to an old childhood town and my step father resides in town and that is how this dream begins.


My step father is coming to get me to spend some time together; leaving my boyfriend behind in his car as I jump into my fathers truck. We make small talk nothing very interesting but he tells me he's taking me somewhere to meet some of his friends. We pull up into a trailer park and up to what seems like a normal home. As usual I am filled with anxiety about being around people I don't know but reluctantly get out of the truck and follow him inside the trailer. Inside it's huge, the living room sinks down and is filled with shelves full of books and of course-- people. So many people in such a small area. My step father urges me forward and introduces me to the crowd. A woman who is around my father's age steps forward and says she has a son about my age and that I should meet him. I say nothing but look around at the several guys who seem to be about my age. Finally a boy steps forward.

He's only a little taller than me. Average build with dark hair that's about shaggy but not super long. His eyes are sharp and cold. He tells me to follow him and willingly I do to another room which is also filled with books. He's idly scanning the shelves while talking to me. I ask him his age and he says he's at least 10 years older. I in turn ask him how old he thinks I am. Casually he responds, "16." I scoff and reply that I am 22 at this he grins.

I find myself at a table and he's sitting across from me. Asking me my name, date of birth and all sorts of questions. I remember being annoyed but answering honestly. The boy sighs and pulls out a piece of paper and begin to scribble down a bunch of numbers. "This can't be." He says and seems to go over the numbers once again. "Your number comes out to 666." I'm not shocked but simply shrug. He on the other hand seems thoroughly amused. More questions pass before he slides a piece of paper towards me with ten questions on it. He tells me that I to fill these questions out but as soon as I read the last one he tells me that the answers are already filled out on the back.

His answers read:
1.It doesn't matter what you think of yourself only what I think of you.
2. Part of you belong to me.

That's as far I read because I go to ask him what parts but then my alarm goes off and wake me up.



Once again I am left with a strange overwhelming feeling and can't shake it until the next day. It's the same feeling I always wake up after dreaming about mystery man before. I just wish I knew why.

I remember that I had this dream long ago. I woke up in my bed and my house became one big open world map with interesting things. In the room I woke up was nothing special.
I went into the bathroom and it turns out that It was now a store for sprays and perfumes.
I remember in this last dream, I remember that the monkey that sold and bought slaves from Planets of the Apes 2001 offered my drinks that could do incredible stuff. But I turned it all down that dream. I don't remember why but there was this one drink in particular that I wanted it. So i ask the bathroom shopkeeper where the ape was and he said that it was out of business. I guess one of his employees told me that He left town already and wasn't going to be back anymore. She said to go and meet the doctor because she knows where he is. So apparently, one of the bedrooms was now a clinic. I entered it and saw Wynn from Dragon Age Origins as the doctor. I told her what happened and she said that she'll show me where the monkey is.
She then just collapsed into the floor and a minimap appeared at the top corner of my vision. I was looking at every direction that she went. She then asked "You can see where I am?"
And I lied and said Yes, although the truth was I was just looking at the minimap to see where she was.
And then I saw a point of view from what they call the Fade and It was scary-looking.
She keep having to destroy evil spirits that comes close to her. And then It eventually turned into a face off between Black Spiderman, Feddy Kureger, and Jason Voorhees although this Jason was Ultra fast.
Spiderman then got separated into a black spiderman and normal spiderman.
It turned out that I was black spiderman. They were all like "you dont need this Symbio of you. Why dont we get rid of this thing before we settle our differences." They all looked towards me and tried to kill me. Luckily, I think, I had the agility that spiderman has so I escaped them. The dream went on for quite a while then I woke up.