memorable

I almost forgot this dream. I had the impression I had dreamed about grotesque insects. I was tempted to not remember it. Somehow, something I saw while driving refreshed the memory.

I was in my spare room. It is mostly empty and looked like it does in real life. -Expect for two piles of dirty laundry in front of the closet door. They looked like piles of dirty oily rags. Something you would use on a car. Sitting plain as could be between the piles are two plastic cylinders filled with clear water. One was almost empty, the other was mostly full.

Escaping the mostly empty 'tank' was something like a giant albino pill bug mixed with a silverfish. Except slimey and fleshy. They scattered when I spotted them.

For some reason, I felt more worried about the inhabitant of the second cylinder tank...

I picked it up using both hands and held it up to get a close look. Floating up the surface was something very difficult to describe. It was elongated, lopsided snail-like thing fused with a clam. It had a tiny human-like face with dull black eyes. It was mostly snail brown with darker blurry stripes, and a slightly translucent shell. I had the impression two lived the tank. But only saw the one.

I recently started looking through HP Lovecraft writings. The monsters described in the lore are notoriously difficult to depict or comprehend.

11-04-2013 -- [Three dreams in a row that all sort of tie together, and are kind of short, so I am listing them all as one.] Takes place around year six or so, or possibly might involve some time travel. Some of the evil Blacks (I think Cissy and Bellatrix, and perhaps Sirius' parents) have kidnapped some of the children of other magical families, and have hidden them in a couple of houses protected by a Fidelis-like charm that only allows entry based on blood relations. The spell causes the appearance of a large knocker on the door that kind of looks like a giant eye. It turns silver if you have a slight blood connection, and might be able to force your way through, or gold if you have a strong connection and easy access. If it turns neither, you aren't going to make it in!

I am trying to rescue the kids, and the first house I manage to find, the eye doesn't change, and I have no chance of getting in. But the second house, it turns silver, and the slight connection between the Potters and the Blacks allows me to force my way in through the outermost wards. I find myself inside a fenced yard, where I can see a pool, a house, and a couple of trees. For some reason, instead of having a wand and using magic, I seem to be wielding a long bow and arrows. I feel like I should know the weapon and be able to use it well, but when I try to take the one test shot I feel I can get away with before people notice I am here, it turns out I seem to be clueless. Though my shot is on target for the tree I aimed at, there is no power behind it, and it just kind of bounces off. This is not good.

I take another shot at the tree, but as I feared, I am spotted, and somebody comes running out. I take a shot at them, and they fall into the pool, an arrow sticking out of them. I am told I have to shoot the people in the house, but it is quite far away. I concentrate really hard, and it is like my vision goes telephoto, because now I can see right in a window of the house. It seems to be a bedroom, and I see a gorgeous figure just climbing out of bed in some skimpy lingerie. I think it is Narcissa. I take the shot, and manage to hit her, but she simply scrambles out of the bed and goes running off for weapons. I climb in through the window I shot out, and wander around looking for the kidnapped kids, and shooting any of the evil adults I spot. The problem is, the adults ignore me, and just keep wandering around with my arrows sticking out of them, and the kids don't seem to be worried about having been kidnapped at all.

I come across Veronica (a friend from Tarpon Springs), who is one of the kidnapped kids, and find I have accidentally shot her right through the neck, though she says it is no biggie, and not to worry about it. I head back outside to speak to the rest of my team about what I have found, and even the first person I shot is just swimming laps in the swimming pool. Talk about being ineffective!

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[Woke, then fell asleep again.] Half in a bedroom, and half in a street. The kids of the Death Eaters who did the kidnapping want to be involved, too. It is the usual crowd, Draco, Pansy, Crabb, Goyle. Seems they have made some polyjuice potion to turn themselves into their parents. The problem is, they are still young enough that they don't have enough mass to stretch far enough to make the full transition. So they have their parents' looks and features, but are only about 3/4 size.

An Oriental-looking Death Eater comes along to find his son looking like a Mini-Me, and asks what's up. The son doesn't want to tell him, so just answers with the typical "nothing," and since his father doesn't believe him, he casts a powerful spell to cause ghostly images to replay the last bit of activity in the area so he can see what they were up to. By this point we are in the middle of the street, and while the ghostly images are wandering around, cars are just calmly driving around him. There must be a powerful notice-me-not charm that allows people to see there is somebody or something they have to drive around, without letting them notice how unusual the situation is, and I think it is a really cool spell!

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[Woke and fell asleep another time.] I am wandering the alley behind the Hickory house, trying to think of a good way of protecting kids from the Death Eaters. For some reason, there are a lot of handicapped kids in the alley at the moment, and the Death Eaters have been concentrating on them, so I am concentrating on them as well. I come across one who has a strangely twisted mouth, like a cross between a cleft lip and really bad plastic surgery that makes for absurdly puffy lips. There is a young woman who is selling little bell earrings, off a cart because it is the only thing she can do to try and raise some money. She can only speak Japanese, so I cast a translation spell so I can speak to her.

I manage to heal her mouth, and she is very grateful. I try to rearrange the bell earrings on her cart by size and tone, so they are easily set up to try and play a tune on them, hoping that will attract more customers. Soon there are several other handicapped people near the cart, most of them Chinese, including a pair of Siamese twins. I now speak Japanese, but not Chinese. The group of Chinese speak Chinese and perhaps French. The Japanese girl speaks Japanese and French, and we are about to do a complex job of her translating for me and the Chinese in the languages none of them are especially strong in, before I kind of go D'oh! and just cast the translation spell again.

I tell the group of them that I have strong powers, and may be able to heal them, pointing out how I already healed the Japanese girl, but I cannot guarantee I can heal them, and they don't want to chance it, don't trust me, and try to go running off. I am ticked off, and chase after them, eventually casting some sort of pimple curse at one of them, trying to get them to turn around and come back, so I can try to heal them, but they are still afraid of what the Death Eaters might do to them, not realizing that if I can remove their handicaps, the DEs might not be able to identify them anymore.

12.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Uma mistura de Matrix com Inception. Lembro apenas de eu estar na Avenida dos Autonomistas, me vendo em 3ª pessoa, parece que com roupas no estilo Neo, perto do banco Safra, indo a algum lugar pois precisava salvar alguém. Uma mulher(acho que no sonho era minha ajudante) me dizia que isso era perigoso pois eu podia descobrir a verdade... que eu estava sonhando. Seria isso uma mensagem do meu subconsciente tentando me despertar no sonho ou era apenas parte do plot do sonho?

11.11.2013 3/3

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu via o trailer do Thor 2. O trailer era épico, com cenas de luta e ação. Duas cenas me marcaram. Em uma, o Thor andava ao lado de alguém, ele o empurrava, esse alguém caía em uma área com arbustos(?) e a pessoa desaparecia. A segunda, Thor lutava usando o Mjolnir e encontrava outras duas armas, um martelo parecido com Mjolnir e um tipo de cetro/maça. Ele pegava o outro martelo e comparava os dois em sua mão, jogava o martelo fora e pegava a maça. Outra parte do sonho foi ver o Homem de ferro em uma armadura que parecia desenhada. Tinha um tom de azul/verde. Ele estava em um local com uma grande quantidade de água (oceano?) e fazendo algo em uma estrutura muito grande (navio?). Ele voava pra longe e disparavam contra ele. Uma cena marcante foi o close no rosto dele com as balas passando em slow motion, primeiro algumas, depois uma quantidade absurda, chegando a ser engraçado. Depois desse trailer eu estava em um banheiro com 2 cabines. Alguém me dizia pra espiar pelos furos. Eu olhava mas não via nada. Entrei em uma das cabines e notei que os furos faziam um trajeto pra cima, apontando pro busto de quem estivesse ali. Depois disso eu estava em uma sala escura, como uma sala de vídeo de uma escola, com cadeiras de universidade. 2 garotos me faziam várias perguntas em tom de deboche, e uma das perguntas eu respondia com tom de afronta ("E pra sua informação, tal coisa é tal coisa"). Ouvia alguém do meu lado dizer "Uuuuhhhhh" como se minha resposta tivesse sido certeira. [Meu cunhado e minha esposa estavam conversando sobre Thor 2 nesse dia, e alguns dias atrás eu vi o trailer].

10.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava na casa dos meus sogros, na sala, que por sinal estava bem diferente. Estávamos sentados assistindo TV quando eu vi uma aranha e a matei. A partir daí começaram a aparecer insetos de todos os lados da casa. Quanto mais eu matava, mais apareciam. Matei aranhas e escorpiões, grandes e pequenas. Os escorpiões brilhavam como se tivessem uma luz de LED no corpo. No fim, estava tentando matar um inseto que se parecia com um mouse, mas tinha uma caraoaça dura por cima. Lembro-me de tê-lo atingido várias vezes antes que ele rachasse. Acordei com a Ju me chacoalhando. Ela disse que eu estava agitado na cama, mexendo muito as pernas. [Nesse dia, minha gata encontrou uma aranha grande em casa e eu a matei]

I found myself running down a bunch of tents toward a Great Wall with Frodo and Sam, my brother sam was also with me running down the dirt road lined with tents. As we were running a bunch of orcs stepped out and gave chase. Gollum was also chasing us and as we were about to be caught a massive slug thing appeared and we jumped on it. He pulled us away from our attackers to a swampy thing and descended into it. We were stuck and our attackers stopped at the edge and watched us get covered in the stuff. I suddenly jerked out of this and ran toward the wall shedding the skin like substance. The attackers gave chase and my brother said "the door that is open today is the one that says "queen" in Latin. We found it and unlatched the door just in time. We stumbled into a room with a fat guy and a family there and they didn't move they just looked on. (I think I woke up for a very short time) then suddenly I was above and behind the attackers who were now in full force attacking the wall. I saw a massive creature slam itself into the wall making it half it's height as archers shot it from the wall and suddenly I was back in my body inside the wall. Enemies were busting in the doors and I ran up a flight of stairs and stood in a coner of another flight. I saw people run down the stairs in towels and they slammed against the wall looking up. Then I woke up ... dream 2: I was in a house and we were having a party when Logan came up to me and kissed me so I took her upstairs and as we were laying in bed I woke up

04.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em uma grande reunião de irmãos da CCB. Olhava para cima e via o céu mais estrelado da minha vida. Saía para tentar mostrar pra minha esposa e me perdia. Acabava nos fundos da casa da minha tia Regina, trancado. A escada dos fundos estava faltando os últimos degraus, então eu saí me pendurando. Saía pela frente da casa e via que havia alguém no quarto, e a luz estava acesa. No portão encontrei uma irmã de saia jeans longa, blusinha rosa claro, cabelo preso, por volta de 40-50 anos, e seu marido dizendo que o bairro é perigoso, e se alguém me vir pulando o muro pode estranhar. Saía da casa e era abordado por 2 homens em uma moto que tentavam me matar. Eu fugia me jogando em uma grande ladeira parecida com um escorregador. Pegava um ônibus com um motorista louco que quase batia em tudo. Tinha uma criança sentada do meu lado conversando com a mãe sobre o seu aniversário e as bexigas da festa que farão.

25.10.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em um trem. Lembro de estar indo pra algum lugar. Eu sentava em umbanco duplo vazio. Sentava um asiático do meu lado direito e outro alguém do meu lado esquerdo(?). O fiscal da porta segurava todos pra fora pra não encher o trem e dizia que iria liberar em 5 segundos. Ele fazia a contagem regressiva e quanto estava no 2 ou 3, a porta fechava. Me vi no meio do banco entre os dois. Eu me levantava com o banco e o asiático reclamava pois queria se sentar também. Discutíamos. Eu explicava pra ele e resolvi deixar o banco pra ele, porém frustrado. Nessa hora, o banco já havia se transformado em uma cadeira de rodinhas. Sentava em outro e olhava pra fora. Via 3 banners sobre PuA, explicando como os amigos poderiam te trair depois de estudarem juntos e um outro banner escrito "Chocolate causa tantas alucinações quanto sua pele".

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was some electroguitar-like music.

Dream 2(fragment):

Was talking to someone.

Dream 3(fragment):

Was playing some game.

Dream 4:

I wake up, keep eyes closed and try to DEILD, after a while comes tactile HH where i feel some kind of serpentine creature, then followed by rough entry into dream with loud sounds and sensations. It transitions into FA and i get up from bed, i notice that room has different layout which seems to be a mix of few old ones, also my PC looks slightly different. Also the weird part is that there"s still noise, then it transitions into two or three voices talking with each other, but i can"t understand what they talk about. Also gravity seems to be low. After looking around for a bit i try changing form, but with no result. After a few tries though dark scales appear on my hands. The whole time voices continue talking. I then notice a few white particles phasing through walls in a few places, i decide to go to balcony, which is open, but dream fades halfway.
I am back in the bed again with closed eyes, there are noises again which then combine into some kind of scream, so i realize that i am still dreaming, i open eyes but i wake up instead, whoops.

Morning of November 11, 2013. Monday.



This fairly long dream is of a nature I experience very frequently. I enter a fully lucid state and decide I will visit a relative in the USA, in this case the only living sister on my mother’s side (Marilyn). I will do this with a continuous combination of teleporting and flying (from my present home in Queensland, Australia). I fly over the ocean enjoying the feelings of the wind on my face and the sound of the waves. It is very clear and beautiful. Later on, after what seems about fifteen minutes or more, I notice an area with Spanish moss and cypress trees, making it seem as if I am now over a river, possibly in Florida.

Eventually, continuing to fly over water, and in several cases teleporting a fair distance ahead, I see a building which I recognize to be in La Crosse, Wisconsin after having an awareness of having moved over the Black River for a considerable distance. I land near the building and then continue, walking, in a northeasterly direction. Much of the area is very different but I am still somewhat familiar with where I should go. (The Rose Street area where I used to live and walk a few blocks to school, although the school is still there, has been built up and industrialized considerably, almost beyond recognition.)

In one area, there is a group of young violent males with knives, near what is like a larger culvert and an area that reflects a lower level of urban decay. I tell them that I am not actually there (physically) but in my dream form, so they can just go on with whatever they are doing. Only one of them seems somewhat threatening. I reach into my right pants pocket to find a large, already-open switchblade and throw it with the blade end as it goes perfectly into the other person’s sternum and he is fallen/easily defeated. I walk on, continuing northeast and notice that a new switchblade has materialized in the same pocket in the same way as if there is an endless supply.

I eventually end up at my sister’s house. She is much older and there is a mention by her of how she smelled Guinea pigs and cigarette smoke upon my arrival. This makes no sense, as she was a heavy smoker in the family (not quite as much as her husband, though) but has apparently quit as of several years ago. She seems slightly tired and ill (as she often was in real life over the years - she is still alive as of this writing). (In real life, we do have two Guinea pigs though they are mostly only handled by the children.)

I mention how my next-youngest son Lorenzo is a regular character on a (fictional) television western series on Monday nights, wanting to know if she had seen it. In fact, for some unknown reason, some scenes are then suddenly being shot at the location I am in presently, though I wonder how they will integrate the scenes filmed inside the house into the actual show to reflect the show’s intended background environment - perhaps the commonly used green-screen compositing or chroma key compositing. I am happy that Lorenzo is there for my sister to finally see him in “real life” (although it is a dream).

A little later, we (my wife and a couple others) seem to have a setup there. There is one point where my brother J’s cheerful spirit walks in through the front porch out of a radiant white light and to an additional room to the south where we engage in conversation for quite some time (although I do not remember much of it). For a short time after he leaves, I think about going onto the porch to look more closely (through the implied portal) at what is beyond but decide not to. The house is not anything like the one I last saw my sister living at (I am not at all familiar with the one she lives in now in real life). In the background is still a feeling of awe and contemplation based on the discovery of how a childhood dream seemed to involve actual time travel over many years - the “Patches” one, where I actually saw (without the slightest clue it could ever be as such, especially as two areas of the wall had to be sealed up and the middle window replaced by the smaller twelve-paned one) that area of the house as it would be in the distant future in a real-life event. It feels very familiar and deeply personal to me now (I actually thought I would not experience anymore newer childhood-based paranormal connections or new unfolding of such) as if it has something to do with having access to eternity when in certain dream states, made more such by the three bats being a symbol of messages from the future (or “eternity”) as well. This has taught me that many childhood dreams I have not fully resolved (precognitive-wise, as all dreams seem to have very literal and precise precognitive features at one point or another) could still have repercussions on the now and the (even distant from here) future. I think this is related to what brother Jim was saying to me. He seems to be in the same form of when I knew him as a boy, but less overweight.

In the last section of my dream, we seem to have a setup for a cheap, quick, and “lowest common denominator” form of public entertainment (with only one slightly askew TV camera on the porch thus far) involving one of those so-called talent or idol shows which I have never watched any of fully. In this case, it is also a type of a hidden camera show involving a practical joke (although by the implied studio rather than a friend), where a person with no acting, writing, or other ability is filmed in a way similar to “The Truman Show”. The young man is possibly from the group of the people with knives and is told he will be famous and in several movie rolls (as a gag, to be part of some silly shots only rather than a real movie). It seems slightly cruel.

I later notice that there is a collection (belonging to me and my wife) of nine black horses (in somewhat of a three by three arrangement), each either from an old carousel or a rare antique rocking horse, most oriented towards the south, but at different angles and within a group of other smaller items and smaller furniture. This may relate to traveling back into some of the mysteries of childhood that I have not focused on in quite some time.

My first journal entry and I actually have no new dreams to report. I guess I've been complaining so much about wanting a break from dream recall that my subconscious actually gave me a break. I've been dreaming but it's fuzzy when I wake up.
I know that sounds a little arrogant doesn't it? Complaining about dream recall. I apologize. I know most people on here WANT to remember their dreams. I've been remembering mine every night since I can remember so a night without remembering them would be a godsend. Most of them are very action/monsters/aliens/fighting so they can be emotionally exhausting. There have been many nights I've woken up shaking. Even though I may remember my dreams naturally, after reading posts and DJs I realize I haven't done a lot to control my dreams. Super powers yeah, but actually affecting the people and creatures and environment. That is something I've never really focused on. I'll try to start doing that. It might actually help the dream content.

Since this is my first post though I did want to write about a dream. There are many that have stuck with me for one reason or another, so I wanted to talk about one of those.

Hmmmm...ok here is a less depressing one.

I was on a space station, with my choir class of all things. This dream was from at least 5 years ago. There were three species on board and each had its own quarters. There were humans, some human-looking species except they were all breathtakingly beautiful, and an amphibious species (think monster of the deep lagoon, but tall, trim, and sassy.) I was running down one of the corridors and saw one of the amphibians walking my way. I couldn't tell the sex. It was a forest green in color and wearing a neon pink speedo. The reason for this was because, like frogs, their skin secreted a mucus and so they didn't wear clothes, except for neon speedos apparently. Also, if humans touched their skin it would give us a rash so I tried dodging past the sashaying (and literally he/she was working it) amphibian but accidentally bumped arms.

I fell into a duct and rolled down into a compartment of some sort. I had a little red rash on my arm but no further damage.

Dream skip.

The next thing I knew I was in the "gorgeous humanoids" part of the ship. It reminded me of an old English countryside with a big manor, except we were in a ship. (Size is trivial I suppose.) They were all dressed to the nines and having some kind of party. Perhaps a tea party? One of the males caught sight of me and wanted to have me. (A pet? A wife? I couldn't tell.) So the rest of the dream was me trying to get away from him. XD The worst part was my best friend, who was in the dream, had a crush on him. It was a horrible love triangle awkwardness thing with me running from him and he running from my friend. I think back on it now and it was pretty funny.

dream 1:
i am walking along the road with other people and we have a donkey with us for some reason i throw a firecracker on the ground and it explodes and the other people ask me why i did it before i answer the dream fades

DREAM 2:

i am downstairs with someone else who is trying to convince me to open dads gun safe i keep telling her that i wont and so then she takes out this highly advanced computer system hacker thing and starts to hack into the gun safe but then i thought that what she was doing was to illogical and unrealistic and then my whole family walk downstairs and to where the gun safe is and i say to everybody "hey man, we could be dreaming" and we all do a reality check and we figure out that it is a dream. and now I'm LUCID so the dream starts to fade but i stop it and when it is completely stable i walk outside and try some telekinesis witch iv never done before AND it works THE FIRST FUCKING TIME witch is fucken awesome and so i pick the dog up with my mind and fling it across the yard and then i go inside and say to my sister " hey Meredith you know how this is a dream and everything? " and she says "yea" and then i say "WATCH THIS" and i pick up a bottle of coke with my mind and splash it in her face LOL and she says "cool" and then i walk outside again and the dream just randomly ends i don't know why?

Date of dreamunknown)
Dream Genre: War Based.
Dream environment/environments: Desert and jungle.
Your role in the dream: i was a private.
Your age: 17
Your Dream: I was at war against an enemy not known to belong to a country.
there was 3 of us the Sargent, recruit and me the private. i was taking cover in a wooden
tower built from chopped down trees barbarian style. as i took cover in the tower with the Sargent and recruit/ other private we all had sniper rifles. We were under fire from
a few enemy snipers they took cover in a jungle that had dense coverage so it was hard to spot them all. I was able to see their locations as if they were glow stick that were
trying to hide in a pitch black room. i was ordered to kill them so i did. i raised the gun
and aimed. After shooting each enemy sniper to death i then found my self in a desert terrain. a burnt down car was laying next to a brick wall that was destroyed probably due to war was half a meter tall. and there was other identical coverage which the enemy hid behind as i came to notice my position i seen 3 enemy targets try to attack my commanding officer i armed my self with a pistol a (m36 or somthing simmilar to that) a basic black pistol. After pulling out the gun i aimed and shot the 3 enemy targets killing them. I then proceeded to walk over to my commanding officer and we tried to retreat from the surrounding area as i knew their was more enemy's awaiting to kill us. As we turned to run i then woke up.
END OF DREAM

Thoughts you have about this dream: Someone told me if you dream about being or going to war that you would die young or be killed or something like that. Is that true
what does this dream mean. What does it mean to me is it a warning or just a dream?

I'm sitting with my uncle Tr somewhere. We are talking about something, possibly work, and he decides to call my uncle Ty to ask a question about the project. He calls and gets a hold of him. He's somewhere with his wife, and we can hear wind in the background. I ask where they are, and they say they are on an archaeological dig.

As he speaks and I walk, the land around me changes from the green forest it was before into a drier, sandier clime. First it's a little rocky, but as I keep moving, it becomes hills of rolling sand.

I get to a small empty base camp of sorts, and my companion (Not my uncle anymore, changed to a faceless friend). And my companion and I laugh at the people who come here for a "Archaeological Journey". The people here strew fake artifacts about the sands, and get people to pay them to take them digging. We follow a trail of these objects, to a small field of them. There are actually some nice silver cups, lined with gold inside that I quite like, even if they are fake, so I grab one.

We see a small hole in the ground, and drop into it. There I see my uncle Ty and his wife looking at a huge mound of real treasure. Gems, and gold mostly. As I walk in, Ty asks how many of the quarter sized emeralds it would take to buy something that I can't remember. I quickly say 30, and that we should go soon. So I go to grab some, but then I notice 4 doors in the room, and ty says that we can only take what we can carry in our hands into one of those rooms, then something happens. So I grab a few and go into a door.

A man is in the room, which looks like a two child bedroom, messy too. He says if I pass his test, I can take 10% of what I'm carrying and I quickly wish I had brought more. I get nervous, and stall by asking if I can clean the room before the test. He looks surprised and says yes. After I tidy up a bit, he makes me get down, and starts beating my back with a stick. I'm surprised that it doesn't hurt. I can feel the stick hitting my back, and hear the sound. But the pain is like a memory. (That should have clued me into the fact this was a dream)

2 rounds of increasingly powerful hits go by, then on the third, I get super angry all of a sudden. Irrationally angry to the extreme. So once the round ends, along with the trial. I exit the room and grab one of my adventuring group (Which just came into existence). One of them is huge, and we plan to ambush the guy who beat me right when he answers the door. One strong hit to the face. Which goes according to plan.
He drops like a rock, and we take a huge bag of the treasure, and his sword, which I can somehow tell is of a crazy sharpness and quality.

We get out of there and head back to our home base. But on the way, I feel horrible. We just robbed the owners. So I take the sword and the bag and head back. (I fly back). I know they will be angry,so I go in quickly, drop the bag of treasure and the sword and then drop to the ground and lower my head. Then I ask for forgiveness.
I explain how I got so irrationally angry and made a mistake, and hope they can forgive me.

There are 4 of them, and they seem to be an adventuring group as well. A very successful one. They accept my apology, and I leave. It feels like no time passes, and I might be forgetting a part of my dream, but next thing I know I'm in a large field with a battle going on. Those four are there, and they are trying to take down a huge elephant like creature. I'm under it's legs, dodging as it moves around. I see an opportunity to knock it over when it rears up. I throw all my weight into it, and manage to tip it off a ledge. The leader of the four is impressed and they take me back to their cave. He then insists I join their band. I decline, saying I'm in one, but he won't take no for an answer. He tries to get me to accept gifts from him, but I decline again and fly away as fast as possible. They follow.

I can't really remember much from here. But I really enjoyed this dream. I noticed allot of little details and I feel my awareness is geting better.

Non-Lucid

Was at a concert in Melfort (Or a small town), and AC/DC was performing. I was worried, because the show was far from sold out (The crowd looked big at first, but at a second glance, showed only like 9 people). I was worried because AC/DC might not come back after this. I was standing off to the side of the stage, and the band came out. I screamed in excitement, and gave Angus the Devi horns sign. He flashed the sign back, and hi-fived me. Angus had a grape sucker hanging out of his mouth, as well as a toothpick with a pickle slice at the end (apparently this was his signature look). He was a young version of Angus (1970s). When I was screaming at the concert, I was sorta trying to keep it quiet, because nobody else was screaming and I felt embarrassed being the only one screaming.