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I just woke up from a dream that me and my ex best friend, her brother Anthony who I have been talking too and her other brother were on a road trip. We had been driving forever and I don't know where to, all of a sudden we stop at McDonalds and this girl is in the drive thru I can already tell I don't like her because she starts to flirt with Anthony. then we are at my house and shes there telling my sister that's her boyfriend. I confront Anthony and it turns out hes been lying to me. what does this mean?

July 6th

Dream 1

I was at a pool party, I was watching something on the internet, then from a balcony I seen someone from my school flexing their muscles on the outside of the pool.

Dream 2

Somebody storms into a room and changes something, then carries on what they were doing.

Dream 3

MistaJams son died. The whole nation was very sad for him. He had lead poisoning, but when they went to the doctors nobody knew what was wrong with him and said he was fine.

Dream 4

I was sitting round a table with my family. Recently in real life I have to wear a mouth guard to sleep because I grind my teeth in my sleep and its starting to wear away my front teeth. So in thee dream I went to look at my tooth in the mirror see if they looked ok. I noticed my front tooth on the left had a round gap in the middle of it. I couldn't believe it! I went back to the table and showed everyone. They were saying stuff like, 'I don't think the mouth guards doing any good' and 'you need to go back to the dentist'. I then put in tounge in this gap and a little bit of it fell off, it fell into my hand. I put my tounge on it again then half of the tooth fell out! I spat it into my hand. My mouth felt horrible. I went back to the mirror to have a look. I had half a front tooth. It looked better than the massive gap, but I went back to the table and said when I go back to the dentist hopefully they will put something over the front of it. Then I was woke up.

Dream 5

I had to go and investigate this house with what was my work partner in this dream. I was in this street and I seen this house what I was investigating. It had a tank go through one end of the house and out the other. It was huge, we then looked down the whole street and all the house were like this. I walked into this houses back garden, it was one big patio and two girls were sitting on one of them swinging benches, emotionless. One had a green dress on and was staring into open space. The other had a bright yellow dress on, staring into open space with a cup of tea.

I grabbed the tea off the yellow dress girl and threw it away, I turned around then looked back and the tea had appeared again. I was so confused, I went to have a look inside and they both got up and walked inside. they said they were trying to help. However they were not, I took some photos and they started attacking. I ran out the house. Shut the door and put a plank of wood across the door, I looked through the window and they were walking round like zombies. I try calling the police. it ends.

Dream 6

I was in a town somewhere and it was night time, these people owned a record shop and they had a table set outside with a microphone. I walk round it and everyone is going 'Ryan, spray some bars.' I was embarrassed but I thought why not? I pick up the mic, the beat is running, I'm thinking of some lyrics. I decide to use Skeptas lyrics. I do a quick 16 and put the mic down. Then music starts playing randomly and Jaykae is on a bride preforming to the town.

Dream 7

Me and my brother had made it to the semi final of X Factor. We were known as Jedward (former X Factor people), everyone loved us. I was preforming and going mental in front of these thousands of people who were also loving the energy. After preforming I go backstage everyone tells me how good we were. I progress to the final somehow.

I'm then on the day of the final show, I was climbing up the scaffolding inside of a building sorting out something to do with the show. While I'm climbing I remember it dosen't matter how good we do we come 3rd. I seen it on tv, Jedward came 3rd! As we are climbing up this scaffolding it collapses, I fall under the rubble in pain. I climb out and the man who cause the collapse said he done it so he could get his friend out of jail.

July 7

Dream 1

I was in GTA and I was riding on a yellow bus.

Dream 2

I was at school in assembly and my teacher said to me 'You need to get rid of those spots, especially that one' He pointed to on my temple, i could feel it.

I was then in my bedroom. I had a spot on my forehead, it had puss in it. I popped that fine. I moved onto the one on my temple. I pushed my fingers together on it and it enlarged, it turned as big as an eyeball, it was white and spotty and had black round the outside. It was very disgusting. I became very scared. I thought a tumor was growing on the outside of my face. I ran and showed my brother. He didn't have much of a reaction, I showed my dad then my mum. My mum didn't care, then after a while she began too.

We ran to the computer, she was on it searching on google for what it was. She was searching on google images, I was telling her to look on search but she was not listening. I couldn't deal anymore and had to pop it. I ran to my bedroom and went to pop it. It was gone. I started feeling round my face, I could feel it under my skin by my mouth, I tried pushing it back up to my temple then I woke up.

Dream 3

I was playing battlefield in real life, I was trying to persuade my friend battlefield was better than cod. There was a sniper on the other roof and I could see his laser shining just outside our building. I say to my friend 'Watch this'. I smash the door run out behind this block. Shoot one guy down. it took me about ten shots, then I killed the sniper. The dream was in more detail but I'm getting tired typing now haha.

Morning of July 7, 2013. Sunday.



Like many (if not most) people, I have had numerous “end of the world” dreams throughout my life since birth (one of the first ever involving an elephant shooting lava from its trunk). I would not call them all nightmares, though, as they are often filled with good feelings and only minor negative emotions in some parts.

This dream was much the same in some parts to my wife’s dream - with no “cues” or prior expectations of any kind. This has happened to us many times even before we were married, for about twenty years now, on a regular basis.

This dream has four main sections (and a few minor ones). In one, the first, there is a big thunderstorm late at night. I seem to be living near the White House (which is to the north about three blocks away), but it seemingly is actually a large observatory (or somehow became one - the basic domed design not changing at all). The lightning is strange and thick in the sky and mostly horizontal between clouds instead of striking the ground and sometimes has an unusual reddish tint. It seems in part to be caused by the Earth going out of orbit. When I go outside, I do notice that what had supposedly been the White House all that time was “now” an astronomical observatory or had for some reason been changed into one for “emergency” purposes. The main large telescope (primarily pointing to my left - to the west - at about a forty-five degree angle at first) seems to be under control by either a supernatural force or by the Earth going out of orbit while being somehow manipulated by very strong magnetic patterns around the region, as it is moving about uncontrollably in a strange way, which eventually causes damage to the building and later on, the entire region - and I become aware that many people near the area are killed by earthquake-like activity. I take note of the many strange clouds moving about, almost like a tornado, but not quite. Soon, though, there are no clouds, which, for some reason, means “the end” (which is rather odd, since I have often seen little or no cloud cover on certain nights - but in this case, they seem to sweep through the sky all at once in an “unnatural” way and vanish). The Earth is out of orbit, and not many days are left for humanity.

There are also two sections (seemingly between or during the times of the main storms) which also seem to be a different day for the garden one at least. I own or at least “control” a very large amount of land in Australia, acres and acres into the distance. I have this huge area of land divided up into various rectangular plots for thousands of different plants, primarily fruits and vegetables. Some of the ones closest to where I am standing are strawberries, carrots, and celery, but there are also many plots devoted to very rare kinds of mostly edible plants. Each plot somehow has an underground computer keeping each individual garden at its optimum temperature, light, and moisture for the plant to grow as correctly and healthily as possible. (I am not sure how the “light” aspect is monitored, as it mostly seems to be under open blue sky as far as the eye can see.)

In another part of my dream, my wife and I are going west, to live near the ocean or at least visit the (unknown and unfamiliar) area and enjoy its beauty in a very remote region while there is still time. I look out over the incredibly beautiful ocean’s surface at the many multicolored reflections. After about what seems like ten minutes or so, I mentally try to create a dinosaur-like creature, and a glassy, transparent plesiosaurus head begins to rise and form, but stays crystal-like and slightly translucent and never shows more than its head only - about ten feet away from us. Of all the “chased by dinosaur” dreams I have had in my life, I was somehow aware that I had created them at one level at the beginning foundation of my dream, even though they sometimes got a bit out of control and “too real”. In this dream, though, I seem to be doing it mostly for nostalgic purposes as I know the creature will be friendly, but due to the Earth being out of orbit, the magnetic tulpa energies are chaotic and with no sustainability, even with a six-by-four (or eight-by-six?) matrix with Moore–Penrose pseudoinverse implications. I feel a bit sad though the head does not vanish, but the creature will only exist in a "what if” state until the Earth’s very last hour, having a head only “floating” on the water (or seeming to) and not even a neck or body - or perhaps its body is there and under the ocean’s surface in an invisible form.

The last section has to do with the final “out of orbit” conditions. I am with an unknown man and feel myself begin to rise in the air, as Earth is losing its gravity, of which I make a verbal note to the man and shout this to some other people as they are also rising up into the air. It is not at all like the common flying or even hovering dreams for me; I am simply floating up with a sense of there really being no gravity in the building and there is also an uncommon sense of weight associated with my movements that I cannot seem to control - I am about halfway up to the high ceiling. The man and I notice a woman of about thirty. She has at least six children of all the same age with her (about six or seven years). At first they all seem to have ice skates on (but remove them) - but then they are all dancing and singing and enjoying the growing loss of gravity (we are all inside some sort of larger building, seemingly a hotel lobby or something but somehow connected to a sports arena and large casino or some such). The man seems very angry and yells at her, regarding the idea of her dancing when “it is the end of the world” as very “wrong”, perhaps even insane. He announces “The 9.8 meter per second squared constant is flying the coop as quickly as we are!” It soon dawns on me that it is the man who is crazy, because why would it matter if you were dancing as it was the end of the world anyway as at least you would “go out” happily in a sense.

Oddly, though, the women and her children are then back on the ground as if gravity is then normal for them (but they seem mildly dejected), and then they prepare to go shopping and on to living normal lives again, as perhaps the Earth is “back in orbit” after all.

1. [non-lucid]
I visited my friend (Alex) at his house. I was telling his mum how to put my harness on in the kitchen, she found it really easy and didn't struggle at all.
Now I'm in Alex's room, the room layout had changed, Alex retreated into his bathroom so i waited, as I waited I noticed on the desk to the right of where the door is there is a PC on it with a mouse and keyboard...anyway, on the screen theirs a Dog/Wolf like creature (It was dark grey with white tufts of fur around its neck) so I moved the mouse to get a better look, Its in a game probably an MMO of some sort.

Alex came out of the bathroom and was using the 2nd desk which was half blocking his bathroom for some reason so I went over and I think I started a conversation about something.

Fragments:
I'm in an old minibus that used to take me to school with the same bus driver.

Notable Items & People:
Black square PC monitor, Wheelchair battery, Alex's Mum.

Date: July 6, 2013
Bedtime routine: MILD & WBTB (WILD attempt, but kept falling asleep)
Total sleep time: 6-7 hours

Dream

I was this person's every meaning for existence. He held me close in his arms as if my life depended on his touch, he cradled my head and looked deeply into my eyes as he rocked me to sleep in his arms like a baby. My skin felt every bit of his exhalation on my face as he leaned in close to me to make sure I was resting. My eyes were close as I listened to his heartbeat as my head pressed against his strong, broad chest. Even though my eyes were closed, I still could feel his stare upon my body as he refused to take his eyes off of me. I squinted my eyes as my thoughts were confirmed as I could see him follow my breathing pattern with his gaze. He would watch my breast rise up and down with each breath, slowly moving my long straight hair off of my chest with his hand...his hands shaking slightly but ever so gently. He treated my body like I was fragile as glass as he carefully shifted positions to make sure I was comfortable. Being as quiet as a whisper, he cautiously rubbed my arms (still rocking me) and told me how special I was. Oh, how loved I felt by him! Never wanting that feeling to end, I cried for what seemed a lifetime, for I somehow knew that it had to end because he was not mine to love...he was someone else's husband.

Note: I woke up totally confused after this dream...but, I never felt so loved and cared for in my real waking life. No doubt.

06.07.2013

Eating Cake with DeadDollKitty & Shoulder Workout of Death with the Grim Reaper (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I expected to have shorter dream recall than usual, but it seems even when I'm not even trying to recall my dreams to the best of my abilities with WBTB and such, I guess being over-analytical of things in life helps a lot in dreams. Guess that's a good thing, seeing how I'm getting better with hypnosis, and because I haven't made a hypnosis script to just have better recall with my dreams, these are just mini-novels compared to what I can potentially do with hypnosis.

It's truly amazing, and I'm always finding more ways to apply hypnosis to create triggers for other sensations unconsciously. It's unfortunate that some people never marvel or even want to revel in the thought of seeing hypnosis in a completely different way beyond their spectrum of misconceptions behind it. Anyway...

I'm with a dream character that has a mix of looking like DeadDollKitty and probably the Angela Varona that had the ABC interview of how she became an Internet sex symbol. One part of me wanted to believe that this dream character was more like DDK though, so I decided to just go with that instead. Seems we became close friends somehow, seeing how she asked me if we wanted to work out in the gym.

We're both outside, and it looks like it rained recently or it felt like it was going to rain. It mostly felt like the first presumption, seeing how the concrete below us was saturated with a darker gray color that's very wet as we're walking together. The grass to the right of us looked pretty wet itself, even though I didn't bother looking for mud-holes or anything where the soil is. You know how you can get the feeling that the grass is wet or not before you actually step into it? That you can notice the difference even if the area you're at is completely new to you and you didn't have a mental map of it in advance? That's exactly how it felt, and even though the analysis of just being aware of the grass itself would be trivial and petty, it felt pretty interesting for me to recall something like that, or to even be aware of that in the dream.

The sky around us, it had a calm and relaxing atmosphere around us, and is mostly a medium tone gray color with blue thrown in to make it less monotone and dull. I can recall some white specks here and there as well, and it felt like the sun within the dream wasn't going to show up at all. All of this was processed within a few seconds, seeing how most of my attention at the moment was on the dream character replica of DeadDollKitty,

DDK, she had a completely different vibe to her, at least how I interpreted her on chat when she comes on rarely. She didn't seem as cheerful in this dream, or at least even wanting to be gregarious with me. It was a weird persona this dream character was expressing to me, she wanted me to follow her, and I kept up at a reasonable pace. It's almost as if she became stoic and combined with her body gesture of showing that she wants to walk faster to whatever location we're going so that I would just follow her and not get myself saturated on trying to analyze her persona too much.

She didn't seem to show any signs of lacking interest in me having company with her, it seemed something was heavily going on within her head. You know how you can tell a person essentially goes into a trance with themselves when speculating about something and still manages to walk just fine to their destination? It felt like something bad was going to happen within her mind, and because I couldn't really go into her mind so easily and was more disheartened by her slight depression, it just made things seem much worse than they should be.

It got to the point where I had to know what it was she was thinking within her mind, what exactly was she thinking at that time? She gave off an impression that she was calm, collected, and at ease and yet it's as if her body language was telling me that she either wanted to find solace in some way but was too distracted with anxiety to hopefully come to terms with me and talk things out. She's wearing a black leather jacket of some kind that extends down to upper waist region, and she's wearing a white blouse underneath, the type of blouse that has folded sections and then wrapped with a strap in the middle.

The top of the blouse has nice spacing that makes her breasts the center of attention with how the black leather jacket makes a huge contrast for her Apricot colored skin. Although, with the hue this atmosphere outside in the dream gives, her skin is a bit more pale than usual, being a little bluer, as if the reflection from the sky truly made an impact in how I conceptualized her changing skin tone later on in the dream.

Her hair is dark brown, smooth, silky, and almost feels as if it was attached to her hair, it was too perfect in fact. Then she had long tight leather pants, or maybe even in the category of being between latex and leather. My recall of her pants in particular is kind of patchy, but I think that on the outer regions of her ankles, there were a few rectangular holes on the tight black leather-latex pants she wore that were aligned horizontally. Combine that with her black Motorcycle Biker Slouch Double Buckle Mid Calf flat boots (that had a top that was mid-way in reaching her knee), she was the classic biker chick.

That impression alone with her outfit, and her seemingly being in a hypnotic state of being with possibly speculating about things going on in her life that she probably felt she didn't have control over only added on to my curiosity for her. We continue walking in a moderately fast pace of walking, and whatever our destination ended up being, all I could recall for this moment while walking with her is blurry batches of green, gray, red, blue, violet, and a small streaks of yellow.

I believe the DeadDollKity dream character informed me that we're going to the gym to workout together, but with the clothes she was wearing, and what I was wearing, it felt kind of odd going to the gym. What I wore exactly is hard to recall, at most, I was probably having a similar vibe with the persona she had as this biker chick. I remember wearing a black shirt, black belt, and a black dress pants that had smooth creases along with black lace less shoes most likely, or just regular black biker men boots.

So maybe based from the clothes we were wearing, we came off a motorcycle or something, seeing how we found ourselves still moving reasonably fast as we're walking. The sensation was like this, you know how you walk or run on a treadmill for a good bit, and then when you come off and go on a different surface, you notice your mind still has the predisposition that you're still engaged with using the treadmill? That your legs are still slightly vibrating and you feel the very same ground you're now on moving a bit?



Of course, I'm not trying to make mind vs. body with skewed dualism, but hopefully you'll get the idea of how it felt. Also, another thing that I noticed with the DeadDollKitty dream character is how she had her whole left arm down vertically while she uses her right arm to make an L-shape across her stomach to hold onto the elbow of her left arm. It didn't come as a realization in the dream, but maybe she was hurt in some way, seeing how with her fast pace of walking, she probably wanted to find help right away.

The dream shifts, or my dream recall of what happened before we reached our destination occurs. We're now in a building that is pretty interesting in its composition. It seems that it's always changing, or maybe it's due to my growing awareness of the surroundings that makes it interesting.

DeadDollKitty had a completely different vibe to her, her countenance was alluring, it was impossible for me NOT to gravitate towards her visage frequently as I tried to socialize a bit with the dream characters within the building. I ended up making smooth by quick jerks to gaze at her visage a bit more while being occupied and confused on what to do next in this building.

I expected that we were going to work out, but that didn't seem to be the case. What was now a dark environment within a building was now filled with lighting and the realism of the dream was augmenting, but it still left that subtle hint that this all was a fantasy.

I could say that I was lucid in this dream, but it's one of those dreams where you don't even care about your level of lucidity, you just let it happen. You just let yourself become confused by the dream logic, of how the very same girl I was walking with that had this persona of feeling rushed, desperate to find support to heal her presumably injured arm into someone who comes down-to-earth, relaxed, and care-free.

The dream characters started to come together, and I had a sense that we would all end up eating together. I noticed long tables facing horizontally in my direction (as you're looking into the screen), and I can hear a few food carts rolling in. I get an automatic thought that it was going to be dessert coming in, but that could be DeadDollKitty along with the random set of dream character's chattering in the background of looking forward to eating cake.

For a moment, I found myself in a trance just like DeadDollKitty was when we were walking towards this destination. I found myself easily embracing my confusion and how I unconsciously built predispositions to prepare myself of being gregarious with the dream characters.

You know how we tend to have less conscious critical awareness of our actions and let them ebb and flow? And how we tend to be more suggestive and in agreement with others once we eased ourselves in their perception of looking at us? It's almost as if that despite of the fact that I was only fixated on DeadDollKitty's existence in the dream, even with my peripheral vision, the dream characters surrounding me had an augmenting aura of trying to reach out to me.

Because of this, because I can feel how they're naturally kind and sociable to me, my body becomes loose, I noticed my muscles becoming loose, my whole posture in general was relaxed and prepared to just get into the experience. I think I recall an elderly female touching my shoulder. Just one touch and I started to expand my 360 vision within the dream and noticed she had glasses on and a slightly buzzed short hair style.

The type where the ends are curly, loose, and in all directions. Her visage had small variations of creases, but they weren't that bothering to see. Her outfit in general consisted of a slightly diluted swamp green mixed with brown colored dress jacket and dress pants. I believe she wore a dark red shirt as well, and her skin tone was surprisingly full of life with its apricot-like hue.

I believe her touching my right shoulder was for me to unconsciously receive that as a cue to feel free to find a seat. So as I find myself realizing my conscious critical awareness in this dream, and the lucidity that naturally finds its way into my schema of this dream, I paused for a moment and looked around and everything seems to been made in a nice and fit package of just one of many things I think anyone would want in a dream.

Unconditional love.

And I started embracing the unconditional love and genuine nature of the dream characters that were enjoying each others' company and my company as well. They welcomed me with open arms, but they didn't need to express that directly. Their body language, their tonalities, the aura they gave out of having something within them forming into some kind of phantom hand pouring out its positivity and slowly trickling its fingers on my body.

I decided to take a random seat, and realized I'm not sitting near DeadDollKitty, the same person I was so attached to just a few moments ago was now considered someone equal to me. Her visage, her beauty, her youthful composition was just as equal as the elderly woman that touched my shoulder a few moments ago as well. But I still paid more attention to DeadDollKitty, mostly because I still held my attraction of her just a bit more.

I noticed for a fleeting moment, a moment that intensified as my awareness augmented, she was exhuming more confidence towards me. Her visage was flirting at me, practically just waiting for me as she folds her arms and raises her eyebrow at me in curiosity. It's almost as if this time, she's probably wondering what was on my mind just like I had the same curiosity before when she was talking in hypnotic gesture.

She's wearing a white sweater, only making myself having more presumptions of how she's sustaining her down-to-earth demeanor towards me and everyone else in the dream. For that moment, we both had the type of sentience and sapience where all that really matters was that we were going through this mental dance of teasing each other by distracting our awareness of ourselves with the other dream characters, and them coming back to just us paying attention to our awareness again.

I wanted to get closer to her, but our distance didn't really matter, I already felt her aura surrounding me even when she's just there patiently waiting for me to make a move to sit next to her. For a moment, the dream characters were seemingly non-existent, and her existence continued to become more lively. I started to look into her eyes a bit more, couldn't make a good distinction of the color, but I'm presuming it's between hazel, brown, or just pure green. I guess when her more saturated colored brown hair, green eyes would be more appealing to make her brighter.

Her cheeks were defined on the outer regions of her face, it was weird, it was fluctuating between being defined and not as apparent to me. You know how in video games where if you're close up to a character, you can see the sharpness of their whole body composition while the people in the background are literally just blobs and blurs? And this isn't just talking about our peripheral vision, it's when the developers create this system to imply peripheral vision for the character in the game viewing this.

It was exactly like that. My perception became a narrow tunnel, and I noticed my breathing is fluctuating as well. Mixing in with short breaths of lust over her figure and longer breathes that wanted to ease my libido. Breathing in lust, breathing out intentions of only seeing her as a friend in the dream. Imagine for a moment that in order to conceptualize what I just experienced looking at her, you know how when you're meditating, when you have that sense of silence after all those distracting thoughts become less intimidating for you?

When you get into a hypnotic state, or a trance of embracing the silence more? Where you start thinking unconsciously, and you're actually being aware of yourself thinking unconsciously? Where your primal instincts that you usually leave not being as developed as our more refined judgment now takes cover completely? Where we're this close from becoming animals wanting to fuck each other brains out, but then something within us restricts us from doing so?

I started becoming the unconscious, I started diving myself into this ocean where I let my unconscious govern everything that's happening to me. Almost salivating from her figure but closing my mouth to gulp it all down. And she knows this is happening, she continues smiling at me because of it, she keeps her position, as if she suddenly was like a person that models themselves so people can draw them in an art studio.

Then it became too much for me and I eventually came back to being consciously aware of the environment around me again. The dream characters that were blobs and blurs to me are now back again to their sharpness. DeadDollKity is still there, but with my 360 vision, she's not going to become a blur to me because I don't want her to be.

Sadly, this is the point where the dream recall goes down to crap again.

Losing my awareness, and not really caring that I did, the dream shifted into a completely different setting that now had a Point A to Point B to it. And it was because my emotions were the driving force in making things linear now. I'm completely out of the building where me and DeadDollKitty were looking at each other. She didn't exist anymore, the dream characters didn't exist anymore, it's just me again.

Then I started to get unconscious responses that the same DeadDollKitty character wanted to do a shoulder workout with me in the gym. I found my unconscious creating another model of her, only this time in a white sports tank top and very short blue shorts. She starts stretching her arms out, and it's just too much for me. As she's stretching, it's as if I'm purposefully finding my unconscious focusing on her breasts popping out more. Then she starts stretching her legs.


I shake my head, and she continues to say that we should meet at the gym again. Things started to become in-cohesive, and as I'm LITERALLY letting my emotions control my actions, I go into a "hands-off" approach to let things happen. I arrive at my destination, but it's clearly not a gym. More like going into an abandoned shed with a yellow light lamp above me conveniently (sarcasm) placed in front of me while the darkness is so apparent that something bad is going to happen.

And I knew something bad was going to happen, but again, I'm in a "hand-off" control in this dream. I noticed I was taking form of a female, one that resembles Ada, specifically the Resident Evil 4 version of her. I possessed her body for a moment with ease, and as I'm doing this, I can feel those tingly sensations and vibrations as I mold my consciousness into her form.

It was as like a stinging sensation, but it was completely pleasant to experience. I go back into caring less about the lucidity and seeing what Ada would do in this situation. I was in her body (of course I know it's an implication), and she quickly dodges some elderly man that was trying to stab her in the chest. He's wearing skin tight blue gloves, is bald, wearing circular glasses, and just suddenly became the enemy of this dream. He was in the process of wearing a blue grim reaper mask as he tries to stab Ada.

There were many moments where Ada was going to die, very, very, very close moments where just an inch off with the reflexes, and good bye to her dream body (unless I wanted to just bring it back to life). The old man becomes more irritated with her just moving too fast for him, and from there, I can't remember much after that.

The only thing that comes to mind as I'm fading away from the dream is seeing the back of Ada's body.

06.07.2013

Brushing My Teeth (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So after the dream above, I woke up, had a false awakening basically. I was so into the thought of posting the dream eventually, and everything looked real to me. The sink, the toothbrush, everything, and then I think I went back to sleep.

Lol, missed a chance for lucidity, but oh well.

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Pretty fragmented recall, but that's alot of recall anyways, haha.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some FPS game that i really liked, coop with SilentEternity, at some point we were is some semi-destroyed building fighting some big insectoid thing. Then game suddenly glitched out and turned into something like half-life. One of weapons then gave ability to literally punch the enemy using a headcrab.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was watching an let's play of game that looked like KKND2, player was talking about some mission, telling that it's hard and failing horribly. Then i decided to try same mission and it was pretty easy, i was talking with SilentEternity and we just came to conclusion that that player was just really bad at it. Map was pretty open and i apparently could control units of different colors, red and purple, there were superadvanced mechanics as an bonus unit and i was placing alot of turrets. Enemies were trying to attack the base but failed and then i proceed to attack their huge base and won.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing Left 4 Dead, unlike IWL, it was solo game, i was progressing through some dark city and at some point i was in some small building, there was alot of broken glass and wood and there were melee weapons and each time i aimed at one, character was doing funny animation like thumbs up. I notice game having weird ambient sounds, which sounded like something from old Resident Evil games.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was playing some FPS game with SilentEternity and at one point we were searching for something in a dark maze of some kind. There was something about robots.

Dream 5:

I was watching some old XCOM let's play, the player took out alien base and then was doing fairly well on one crash site, then it turned out to be multiplayer and second player took control of the alien side and there was last one sectoid left, which killed off whole XCOM squad, then game glitched out almost completely with sectoid walking off in the glitchy distance.
I went to chat about it with SilentEternity and was suggesting some different XCOM game, then we were talking about TTS and he mentioned some new XCOM game. We decided to try it.
The XCOM base in it looked weird, like some kind of huge 3D underground rocket control center, then something broke and one of constructions collapsed. Then there was a mission in forest, i was controlling XCOM squad and had to clear the place of aliens, they were various and there was some aspect of bases, some of my troops could build barriers and turrets and aliens had some structures too. Eventually i won that battle and we decided to switch the sides.
On alien side there was alot of stuff and then we were doing similar mission. I had wide variety of units including some kind of bulky flying drones and an alien black dragon-looking thing that was very powerful and had ability to increase amount of time units for a turn and ability to get over barricades. I rushed XCOM craft location with all units i got so his forces had to retreat, victory.
Then there was some cutscene in space and it was giving some numbers about something, related to mass or gravity or something like that, SilentEternity says that numbers are totally wrong because they are simply too small for anything like that.

The funniest non-lucid I've had in a while. The story was about a serial killer, locked up in a room on the third floor of a mental institution. The whole dream was stylized like a Quentin Tarantino flick, and made a lot of sense. In a flashback, I saw how the killer (I knew his name, I forgot) used to work with children in a day-care center. As the other adults played with the children, he sat there motionlessly, lost in thoughts. Until the voices in his head told him to kill children. He was in his late twenties at that moment. He was quickly prosecuted and locked away, and as my consciousness temporarily merged with that of the killer, I could see reports of "my" arrest on TV. It was big. I was the next Ted Bundy, just worse because I mass-murdered children.

So, the killer was on the third floor of the institution. When the orderlies had left, he scanned the room looking for a way out. There were windows, and they didn't appear locked. I guess they were hoping prisoners wouldn't try to escape that way, because it was on third floor and it was a long way down. Some smaller hatches in the walls (?) probably lead to the attic. Suddenly, I heard voices. "Where is he?" The killed had moved out of sight of the door, and the orderlies were worried he had escaped. "I" took control of the killer, and quickly lay down on my bed to do something - like read a book (I'm not sure what I did anymore). They came in, and saw everything was fine. Then they left again.

The killer went to the window, and started opening it very slowly. It made a lot of noise, however. Outside of the building was a large lawn, where orderlies and nurses cared for less dangerous inmates. He kept opening the window all the way, and crawled outside onto a balcony. It had bars to prevent escape. Sadly, two of the female orderlies on the lawn looked up, alarmed. I whispered to the killer that he had been noticed. The orderlies gathered below the balcony, awaiting his next move. The side of the balcony was exposed, so "we" (it was as if I was the spectator of the 'film', as well as the voice in his head AND the one controlling his actions) started climbing down. The two female orderlies followed my every move, and were waiting for me. They looked pretty smug, as if I didn't stand a chance in hell to escape. I think I used telekinesis to kill one of the orderlies, by tossing some of the bars of the balcony into her face. The surviving one looked shocked for a second, but quickly regained her composure. We struggled for a moment, and I extended my arm to push her away telekinetically. Sadly, my power didn't work. She injected me with a sedative into my arm. She looked so amazingly smug about stopping me, I still wish I could hurt her.

I found the killer back in his room. This time however, there were four guards there with him, guarding him 24/7. Two orderlies, and two special agents, dressed in neat suits and sunglasses, each with a big calibre pistol. Some of them were watching TV, and doing random things to stay occupied. I looked around, and noticed escape was out of the question like this. I became the voice in the killer's head, and told him he needed to "kill them all".

He came up with a clever plot. A friend came to visit, and pretended to sell him a dog (yeah). While they were talking about what race it was, they secretly exchanged something (a key?). Either way, the plot worked, and suddenly our serial killer had a chainsaw. He went on a rampage, and brutally murdered everybody in the room. The friend was pleased, and congratulated him. But the killer could not be trusted. He killed his best friend with a stroke from the chainsaw to the face. It was all rather graphic. The top of his head was just... gone. I saw a quick info-video about how the body works. It said that if you cut off any limb, the body is drained of blood completely. If you cut off the top of his head, he doesn't lose that much, but he would eventually die of organ failure.

In the next scene, the killer escaped, and calmly walked away from the institution. The camera went to the stage of a concert hall, where the headless guy suddenly appeared in the spotlight. All the people started screaming and bolted for the exit.

I'm with my friend and her dad in a car. He drives us to what looks like a tall, covered well covered by a wooden roof with four wooden support beams. We pull up to it as if it's a drive through but then we park a few yards away. When I exit the Excursion I see that it is a sunscreen dispenser. I've already put some sunscreen on and when I look at my friend I see that she's got some on her smiling face and a huge clump in her hand.
Now, I am by some water (a creek?) and im looking down at the ground by the water's edge. I see a spiky caterpillar. Looking closer, I see many more. Some are crawling out of the dirt. I look in the water and see a tan, wood something. It's half of a wood carving of a small yin-yang symbol. I find the other half and decide I'll keep them to add to my collection (that I don't have IWL).
The setting changes again, and im looking at my friend sitting in a seat that's about eye level. I hand her my carton of orange juice so I can climb up. After climbing up, I now find myself standing on an outdoor stage. Its an Eagle's concert. In front of the stage are some rows of seats and tents. On the stage, I see two guys trying to close a lid on a tupperware. They then take comments from the audience before announcing their new album/song called either Dark Waters or Troubled Waters.

Crow and I find ourselves in some sort of temple.
It seems like the room we're in was entirely carved out of some kind of bright stone.
Even though everything looks very clean, it has a neglected feel to it.
Nobody has stepped foot here for a very long time.
Some plants appear to have made the rather futile attempt of growing on the walls.
They were doomed from the beginning though. There is no soil here, no himidity...
Makes you wonder how they got here in the first place.

"Nobody home."



I walk around a little to get a better feel for the place we've found ourselves in.
It seems like this is a single room without any doors or windows.
It is huge though. The ceiling must be at least 20 meters high.
The walls and the floor are engraved with all sorts of things, reaching from long forgotten animals to oddly shaped symbols that I don't recognize.
Even though everything is made from the same material, there's a lot of variation to the place.
It's kind of beautiful in it's own way.

"No way in, no way out, what is this place? Who would build something like this, this place makes no sense."
"What's the purpose of a room without an entrance?"

I think I get it. Sort of. A little bit.

"I don't think this is a room Crow."
"A truly fantastic obvservation Hyu. Your sense of deduction never fails to amaze me."
"So tell me friend. This... ROOM here, you know... if it is not a room, than what is it?"
"... It's... like a doorway."
"A doorway... Listen Hyu, you're not making any sense."
"You said it yourself, there is no purpose to a room without an entrance."
"So naturally, if the room has no entrance it must be a doorway? Whaaaat?"

"Well, there's a little more to it than that."
"Look, we're pretty much at the exact location that you found, right? But it still feels like we're off somehow."
"Yet there is no way to get any closer..."
"Not because there is something preventing us from physically getting closer, but because there is no point in space closer to the location than where we stand."
"But clearly, we're still at some distance."

"Whaaaaaat? That is a clear contradiction."
"It's... shifted."
"Shifted?"
"I don't know what to call it. We're in the correct location, but not quite in the right... dimension?"
"Right... what?"
"There's more to this realm than what is physical. Your spirit for example, it interacts with the physical world, but it is not located in it."
"Oh. Yeah. That kind of makes sense actually."
"How do you go to another dimension?"

Yeah... about that...
Oh hold on a second. I have done this before haven't I?
To go to a non-physical place you have to leave behind the physical.

"Crow, can you mind my body?"
"Mind the... Hyu what the fuck?"
"What? Phoenix abilities and stuff."
"But why would you voluntarily leave your own body? Isn't that dangerous???"
"Hmm..."
"HMM??? YOU DON'T KNOW???"
"Oh calm down, It probably isn't. I've done it before."
"Probably he says..."

I sit down in the middle of the room and concentrate on my own aura.
I then begin to gently separate it from my body and let it drift towards the location Crow found.
And just like that, I find myself in the same room, except... well... it's kind of different.
Everything is much brighter and desaturated. I also feel an odd out of place sensation.
I also have no body, and more importantly, I'm not alone.



There's another person sitting right in front of me.
I say person, but it's kind of difficult to tell.
It's more like a body of light in the shape of a human but genderless being.
Whoever he or she (I'll go with she because of the feminine hair) is, she has her eyes closed, like she's meditating.
I feel like I'm intruding. It seems kind of rude just to enter this place without asking for permission first.
Then again, I wouldn't have known how to do that. I should at least say something though.
But what do I say? I'm not even sure what I'm here for exactly...

"Hi!"

Smooth Hyu. Very smooth.
She looks at me, revealing eyes of pure light.
She answers with a soothing yet assertive voice.

"Here you are."
"Erm... yes?"

Awkward... now what? Oh well, might as well just say it.

"I... I'm not entire sure why I came here."
"You are here because twelve men are after your life, and you are uncertain as to how to deal with that situation."

12 men. The templars. She knows.
I get the feeling that I am yet again dealing with someone who knows more about my life than I do.
But I suppose this is a good thing. If she knows about my situation she might be able to help me.
Suddenly there is hope again...
but... I don't feel it?
Shouldn't I be excited? Shouldn't I feel hopeful right now?
All I feel is eerieness. Everything feels off.
I have no time to deal with those feelings though.
There are more important things at hand.

"I need help."

She takes some time to reply. I can see that she has a difficult time processing the things I say and formulating her thoughts into words.

"Yes. You have come here for help. Your path has stopped in this very location..."
"... There is a decision you have to make."

Usually I'd ask a thousand questions right now. But today is different.
I just go with the flow, not minding that I do not understand.

"I will offer you an item. An item of great importance..."
"You will take it. And then your path will inevitably lead to death."
"Death?"
"Yes."

She doesn't seem concerned about this at all.

"But... you said I had to make a decision."
"Yes. You will take the item."

For some reason I jump to a conclusion expaining why she expresses herself the way she does.
It seems perfectly obvious to me.

"You... you aren't experiencing time the way I do."
"Yes, I see what can be. I see the paths connecting the present to the future."
"But time is always in motion. There are so many possibilities. And every action taken, every decision made has the capability to reorganize the web that is time."
"Yet you already know which decision I will make. You already know that I will take an item from you."
"Yes. Some paths are more likely than others."
"The men that are after you. That is why they hunt you..."

I had a feeling the templars weren't after me purely because I was a dragon. What does that even mean? Being a dragon.

"There are special points in time. Fixed points in time. Points that will always occur."
"So many paths lead to them that some of them will inevitably cross at this very point."
"The men after you must have seen that your path intersects a point that is of great importance to them."
"While it is impossible to foresee the future, one can remove all paths that are not beneficial to oneself, thus increasing the chance of a favorable outcome."

So that is why they are after me. It makes sense. They are going to do something of great importance.
And they have seen that my timeline crosses that event, so they are killing me ahead of time, ensuring that I cannot influence the event.
You cannot forsee the future. But you can influence it in your favor.
But this doesn't matter right now. Nothing matters besides them. I have to deal with them as soon as possible.
I have a few days at most. Maybe only a few hours.

The being summons a small orb of light in her hand and makes a gesture suggesting that I should take it.

"So this is the item that I will take. A decision that will lead me to death."
"Yes. As promised."
"But... will I win?"
"All I can tell you is that it will influence your path greatly."
"And... as promised?"
"You do not remember."

I've heard that a few times too often. "You do not remember". But this time it doesn't matter.
This time I don't care about all the unanswered questions.
She is right. My decision is already made, even if I do not know why.
My right hand is already grabbing towards the orb.
I only hold onto it for a brief moment before it is absorbed by myself.

"Thank you."

I say... in a rather faint voice.
Everything is clear now. At least everything of importance. There is no need for further questions.

I know what this orb is... and I know why I am going to die...

Dream 1(fragment):

I was in some 2D top down game and there was a bush maze. I had to find way around it and avoid and fight enemy soldiers while attempting to find the rest of scout squad.

Dream 2:

I was a character in some weird video game, i and a few more people were exploring some weird place. Soon we separated our ways to explore more and i got the ability to switch between characters. One found some room with floor, ceiling and walls made of class, other found some passage full of weird drawings with bloody letters on them.
Then there were fleshy humanoid mutants of some kind that were showing one of pictures to one from the group and that way they manage to convince him to do something and he goes crazy and turns into one, they reminded me about W. forum game.
Then there was another stealthy mutant that had body made of insects that he could also control and they were not just ordinary insects, they spreaded purple corruption to whatever they touched and were infecting people with some disease leading to nearly instant death. He killed a bunch of characters that way, the one from the glass room managed to run away from him.
In the end there were only two people left, one of which i could control, there were more mutants that we had to avoid. Soon we reached some rusty metallic place that looked like Silent Hill otherworld. We were jumping from one grated platform to another.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was doing stuff at home and i had some ability to control a blimp that was the distant sky.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was talking to someone about some kind of power and about the lack of it.

You know, when I woke up I kept trying to figure out who we looked like, convinced they were rooted in actors. Like Sarah from Lost (Jack's ex wife) mixed with the girl from Warm Bodies, and then a really pale Robert Downey Jr crossed with Jack. O.o then I looked up pictures and I'm not sure where I got those impressions from.

My name is Sarah, I have been friends with Stephen since we were children. I see us running a silly kind of race with five other

children, where we team up and one person runs carrying their teammate on their shoulders. Stephen always insisted on being the runner, even though at that age I was a lot bigger. Then, he was a little thing with slightly round features, his black straight hair in a bowl cut around a pale face with black rimmed glasses. The only person without a partner is a large girl to the left of us, the top of her head is even with mine even when I am on his shoulders. He makes for an amusing figure, his little face red with effort, swaying back and forth trying desperately to stay upright and to keep me on his shoulders. He is wearing a gray sweatshirt with a circular panda face on the chest.

Then I am nineteen. When we finished school a few of us got together and rented a house. We even all work at the same place,

employment opportunities have been scarce since the end of things. Still, we are content with our lives. I am leaving work with Stephen, he has grown into a solid broad-shouldered man, none of the roundness of boyhood left. His grandmother has come to give us a lift home. The drive home is terrifying, mostly because Granny can not keep her eyes on the road for more than a few seconds at a time. Stephen obviously thinks that it is hilarious, I might have laughed with him if we were not constantly on the brink of death the entire way home. She goes on about her difficulties in finding a clear path to our place of employment.

"I finally made it! You have no idea what kind of trouble I had. I even cut through a road blocked area!" She exclaims.

I groan and cover my eyes with one hand while Stephen cracks up in the back seat. "And then, there was a car blocking the road!"

"What did you do then, Granny?" Stephen says with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Stop encouraging her." I hiss at him, he just laughs at me. Granny does not hear me but karma pays me back for the

comment anyway since Granny is clearly oblivious that our lane merges with another and haphazardly sails past a line of angrily blaring horns before wedging her SUV between two cars. I find that I cannot handle anymore and I duck down in the seat with my arms over my head. I have a moment where I think that I need to be paying attention because it's my dream, and I'm driving even if my character isn't watching the road. I risk peeking out the windshield just in time to see her run a red light and speed past a cop car that's sitting across one lane, and narrowly missing one that hurdles in the opposite direction.

We make it home alive. Finally. The scene cuts to us walking through the front door where I live with Kenna, my brother, his girlfriend Beth and Stephen

. The walls are all dull gray metal and the doorways are rounded off at the tops and bottoms. The dining room is a large wide open area with a big rectangular table, to my left is the living room and on the same wall as the door is a little alcove with bunk beds, my brother Roe sits in the chair crammed between the bed and the door frame. Like me, Roe is tall and athletically built with pale blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, little sister."
"Hey yourself, brother."
"Just a little bit of a warning..."

Little Kenna storms in from the living room, like a tiny angry cloud of red curls and green skirts, and slams a long chain of pill packets onto the table.

"They wouldn't do that, I said. They wouldn't keep drugs, I said. WELL! It looks like they were right!" She growls, glaring at me. My

brother lounges placidly and regards us expressionlessly.

"Did the sisters tell you that?"
"It doesn't matter who told me! I found these in the dryer and they melted all over my clothes! Now I have drug laundry!"
"Kenna, I really don't---"
"Don't you try to turn this around on Double H!" Kenna is so busy ranting that she does not notice when I look at Stephen who mouths

'Double H?'
Kenna keeps going, "You're the one with the drugs, I'm leaving. I'm going to go live with Haddie where I can do my laundry in a non-drug-caked dyer."

"Yes ma'am." I agree and give her a slightly sarcastic salute.

She scowls and rages her way out of the house, leaving her laundry basket behind.

"Does anyone else think that was incredibly weird?" I ask, frowning down at the pill packets. My brother shrugs and Stephen can barely

contain his amusement.

"Drug laundry!" He snorts, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. His amusement makes me feel better about the situation.

Haddie and her older sister Haley had been giving us trouble since we were children. The tormenting had settled down for the others, but Haley somehow intuited that I knew her secret: she had lied to Haddie about how their parents had died.
Haley had practically raised Haddie and based her methods somehow on their parent's death. Once I had considered telling Haddie about the lie, thinking it would drive a wedge between them and end their rampage of villainy, but Haddie would never believe me.
The sisters only ever said things when others were not looking, then I would explode and they would see my disproportionate reaction. Recently they had been hanging around the house, Haley was trying to get at Roe despite the fact that he had a girlfriend and pointedly ignored her advances, and one day Stephen had said something funny to them. Instant approval! I think he hoped that if they spent more time around me they would stop trying to enrage me. So far they tolerated my presence because they wanted Stephen around and he had made it clear they he would not ditch me for them.

Now Haley and Haddie arrive at the house and Beth welcomes them inside. I don't remember the conversation but Beth said something,

Haddie replies, and when Beth turns her back Haley says something behind her hand about me to Haddie. Instantly I'm angry, I'm standing right here. I make an angry retort and roughly shoulder myself between them to get outside. Behind me I hear Haddie say "What was that about?"
Followed by Haley muttering, "Crazy bitch."
I feel so angry and frustrated. The outside looks like the house in MA that I grew up in. I run to the left side of the house where there is a hill and Beth follows after, ripping into me when I turn to face her. She tells me I am being childish, that I need to grow up. I say something rude, she tells me to just get over it. My sudden rush of rage has actually made me feel faint, so I move around to the massive oak at the corner of the driveway, it will hide me from view. As I'm dropping to my knees I see Stephen stalking toward me.

"What, you too?" I ask, I could not help myself.

"Excuse me?" His jaw tightens and he says stiffly, "I came out here to tell you that the things they say don't matter, to remember that

I care ab---"

"Well I don't care!" I snap. Then seeing the look on his face, I realize the mistake I have made, how he must have taken that.

"Stephen...I didn't mean--I only said..."

"I know what you said, Sarah. Just...take some time to cool off before coming back inside." He shakes his head at me and retreats

to the house.

I don't go back inside immediately, I take his advice and circle the house twice before I've calmed down. I see Haddie and Haley

talking, there's a long staircase along the side of the house that does not exist in waking life. They stand near the top by a narrow door, conspiring. Once again I contemplate how I could arrange for Haddie to overhear that her sister has lied to her. They open the door, I hook around to the front of the house and go back inside.

I am in the living room. Haddie, Haley, Beth and my brother Roe sit on the couch while Stephen sits on the floor. They are watching a

movie. Haddie and Haley make a joke about me. Something about The Six. When we were children there was a group of children (myself and Stephen included) that were outcasts and generally made fun of, we called ourselves The Six. I stand beside Stephen. He hands me a beer and smiles a little.

"Conveniently you forget that I was one of The Six." He interjects smoothly.

"Really? I don't...remember that." Haddie says politely embarrassed.

"Oh yes, I have pictures if you need proof." He replies, this shuts Haddie up. He seems to have the talent for pointing things out or laughing without making a person feel stupid.

Stephen keeps his eyes on the television and asks me absently if I feel any better. When I shake my head and sit down next to him he pats his leg. I settle my upper body across his lap and he lays his arm across the front of my shoulders. This is immensely comforting and very slowly my nerves calm and I am no longer sad or angry with the H sisters. I sit up and arrange myself in his lap with my arms around his neck. He is still distractedly watching the movie and we have known one another so long that such closeness is not beyond us. While the everyone else is otherwise occupied, I make a decision.

I see us from a foot away, the clean line of my jaw and one sky blue eye, my hair is back in a ponytail. His hair hangs straight to his

ears, it's fine and black, like his eyes. He has stubble on his cheeks, when did that happen? I down the rest of my beer, set the bottle on the floor with a clatter, and before I can lose my nerve, I press my lips to his temple.
He has gone very still in response. He is quietly shocked, I can tell, still he tries to give me an out.

"Well...that was fun." He says with a fleet meeting of the eyes.

"Fun isn't the word I would use." I say softly.

"Sarah, what was that for?" I sweep my eyes over his familiar features and realize that I love him. I answer by bending gracefully to

touch my lips to his. I can feel the pressure of them against mine and the weight of his arms tightening around me.

There's a lapse and we are in his room, laying together on his futon. We're both wearing pale blue jeans and gray sweatshirts, my

head is on his shoulder and my hips rest between his legs. I lean down to kiss him again, then trace my fingers over his abdomen where his shirt has ridden up. I shift my weight to my knees. I know he is savoring how my waist feels under his hand, I have always been fit but hidden my figure with shapeless shirts. With a sinuous move I kiss his chest---

---and that's where my consciousness separates from Sarah. I am vaguely embarrassed that I am watching them. This is a private, intimate moment for them. It is the look on his face that makes me turn away. I should leave them alone with each other. ((I censor my own dreams, how lame is that?))

Next I am following Stephen. There is a large metal grate in the floor of the dining room, he has dropped down into the tunnels that run

underneath the house. He is crossing to another area of the house, the tunnel dips down into a lower level. The side he is on is higher, the other side has two regular steps going into a bare metal room. As he is walking to the opposite side he glances up to the small round mirror above the tunnel hole. In it he sees a figure standing with its face in the corner. He freezes and only just keeps himself from cursing aloud. It looks like a boy, with a long t-shirt and shorts, but is dripping with toxic green ooze. It mumbles under its breath, smacking its forehead into the wall.

"He..." SMACK, "He...killed..." SMACK, "He...killed me." SMACK.

Stephen knows he only has a small window of opportunity to kill it before it obliterates him. This is a Shade, the spirit of a person who has killed themselves and cannot come to terms with the action. Some of them can be reasoned with, the worst ones are hard to kill.

"He..."SMACK the boy begins again.

"Jesus." Stephen thinks, "He doesn't even know that he's the one who did the killing." He raises his handgun, it has a laser

pointer. He aims up at the mirror and sees the laser appear on the back of its head. He has to time it between the smacks. He firmly squeezes the trigger but at the last second the thing intuits his action and stands very still, thus taking the bullet in the back of the neck instead of the head. This time Stephen curses as he whips around to dodge the Shade. He manages to catch it off guard twice, the second time it rushes toward him he stumbles past it and hits the low stairs hard. He scrambles backward into the corner and unloads the clip into the Shade's back and head while it still faces the other way. It refuses to die. It will kill him, he knows.

That's when I, as Sarah, fly into the tunnel and pin the thing face-first to the wall. It struggles wetly against me, oozing and issuing

raspy whimpers.

"RUN!" I cry over my shoulder.

"Sarah, what are you doing? Get out of here!"

"Are you stupid? Run while I distract it!"

"NO!" It's clear we won't be leaving each other. About then the Shade's oozing face reforms out the back of its skull and it clacks its

teeth horrifyingly close to my ear. I recoil in revulsion and release it.

"HEY over here!" Stephen shouts. It advances on him, a jittering sort of stalking. I will die before I let it take him. With a fierce yell I grab it by the

arms and swing it like I am ringing a gong. I slam it against one side of the tunnel and then the other as hard as I can, yelling on impact. Its wrists are green slimy bones in my hands. It breaks into pieces and when all that is left are the arms, I drop them between Stephen's splayed legs. He's staring at me in awe.

"That...was the most awesome thing I have ever seen." He says into the sudden calm. I let out a shaking laugh.

"Are you alright?" The three remaining fragments of Shade quiver violently startling us badly. I bring my heel down hard on the largest

piece and grind it into the floor until it stops moving.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?" He says, I offer him my hand and pull him to his feet.

I was walking down a road with my friend, then my brothers friend walks out of his house wearing a full football kit - including shinpads and boots. Me and my friend started laughing at him and we continued walking, we were discussing the Kendrick Lamar concert which we were both going to tomorrow. Then further down along the street, the street started spinning, I thought this was strange so i did the nose plug reality check and i realised I was in a lucid dream.

So i decided that I was going to try and fly into space, i grew some wings and started flying upwards. I kept going and just as I was about to get into space my head started to hurt, i decided that i didnt want to keep going so I dived down into a swimming pool. I wasn't sure what to do now, so then i remembered that i wanted to try and summon a dragon. So I said "when i walk round this corner there will be a dragon."
Then a huge orange dragon came walking around the corner and started breathing fire at me, it told me that his name is Laompy. Slowly, i approached it and it calmed down and stopped breathing fire at me. Quickly, i jumped on Laompy's back and he started to fly around the world with me on his back, it was awesome.

After a while of me flying around on it's back a notification popped up in my sight, it said 'Laompy has a tear in his eye because he is sad that you are about to regain consciousness' I was upset by this message so i gave him a hug and then just after this I woke up. This was one of my favourite dreams that i have ever had.

Went to bed at 2:25 AM (damn novel keeping me reading until the very end!). It took me 24 minutes to fall asleep, with minor awakenings at 4:45, 5:24, and 6:30. I was really restless around 8:30 AM. That was when I decided to do a WILD while half-awake, but I didn't think it was working. In reality, once I gave up I started dreaming.

I was at work. I had my new clear water bottle with me, and at one point I realized there were bubbles in my water. On closer inspection, there were bubbles coming from the bottom of the water bottle. I couldn't see anything that could be causing the bubbles. I showed it to a coworker, who checked her water bottle and found the same thing. We set both bottles down, side by side, and watched the bubbles. I laughed and said it was probably Thor's fault, because gods do this kind of thing, right? I was willing to bet Thor or Odin would pop-up at any minute. My coworker and I went down an access corridor back to the main sales floor. Just inside the door to the sales floor, there was a family with two small kids. I asked if they needed any help since I had a feeling that they were looking for the bathroom, and the woman said that they didn't. Then I told them that this was an employees only area and they would have to leave. The woman gave me a dirty look, and I moved on without checking to see if they left the access corridor. I took a quick glance around the sales floor, then I ducked into another corridor to make my way to the bathroom. It looked nothing like our work bathrooms. The stalls were stainless steel but looked really aged, as if they hadn't been cared for in years. There was dim light coming from a window but no interior lights. I was shocked to find another woman already there. I moved past her, went into a stall, and realized it was too narrow to even turn around. Then I woke up.

At this point, I wanted to try for a DEILD. But I was acutely aware of sweat beads rolling down my nose and the sounds of a garbage truck making its way down the street. Plus I really could not bring myself to re-enter that awful bathroom. I rolled over and figured that I'd probably blown it, but I wasn't willing to give up yet. I watched some of the HI, which reminded me of daisies, then clouds, until a solid image formed that I could interact with…

And the image that came to me was a young Tom Hiddleston with his pre-Thor curly hair. I remembered the task of the month was to hug the first DC you come across, so I told him, "Okay, I'm hanging onto you until I get my chance." He looked pretty confused. And then I realized that I had to engage more of my senses than just sight since I could still hear the damn garbage truck outside, so I went to touch Tom's hair. Actually, I did more than just touch -- I started running my fingers through his curls. Now he was really confused, although I saw the hint of a smile. His hair really wasn't very soft. It was very coarse and felt a little bit like straw, which was not what I expected. But it seemed to do the trick and the dream finally solidified around us. We were in the upstairs hallway, but where there was supposed to be a light fixture, there was a miniature version of the sun. It was way to bright to look at, so I rushed downstairs and outside. The sun was much less intense out here.

I still felt the need to touch things, and the grass seemed like the next best thing. I plopped down on the ground and started rolling around in the grass. Tom stood over me and laughed. Then an animal appeared next to me, and at first I thought it was one of the dogs. Instead, it was a sheep. I got up and plunged my fingers into the sheep's wool, which was really soft. And then, for reasons I couldn't understand, I ended up climbing onto the back of the sheep and riding it like a horse while Tom led the sheep down to the street. Then I directed him to take us to the local park. There was a field we had to cross to get to the park, and the grass kept getting higher and higher until it was brushing my knees. I looked up and saw mountains in the distance behind the houses. "Guess we're not in my neighborhood anymore," I said to Tom and the sheep. I trailed my fingers in the tall grass until I hit something gooey. It was like a little hill of -- cream cheese? Okay, that's weird. Fortunately, I see a nearby stream. I bend down and plunge my fingers into the water to clean them off. The stream becomes more of a fast-moving river with a steep bank, and Tom has to hang onto my feet to make sure I don't get carried away by the rushing water.

We find a bench and sit down. I can feel the hard bench underneath me and realize that I'm pretty much done waiting for this dream to feel real. I tell Tom about how much he means to me, how I started with "The Avengers" and then went back to watch all his movies, then all of the interviews he's done, and how I really appreciate him. He seemed pretty flattered. Then I asked if I could give him a hug and embrace him. At first, he seemed a little stiff, but then I felt his arms close around me. He grabbed my butt and pulled me closer while I rubbed his back.

And then someone rang the doorbell, the dogs started barking and there was no way I could block all of that out to stay in the dream.

So last night I went to sleep at about half 11 and woke up about 04:30 and took the dreamanins supplement and done some MILD while a fell asleep.

Dream 1

I am looking out my bedroom window, it is nigh time and I see these Thunderbird looking planes flying about, they weren't exactly big, couple meters long. I then look down and I see a group of about 10 people from my school all riding skateboards. Wait a minute, why would they be riding skateboards they don't skate? So I nose plug and its a LD! Well I try pushing through the window but I don't get through, so instead I just fly through it. I fly and land next to one of the people. "Ay, you know this is a lucid dream right?" I say
"No it isn't" he replies.
"Oh yes it is" then I proceed to push him over this wall which is about knee height outside my house. He falls over onto his back then I look away. I think of what to do and I decide I want to summon a dragon. I try to imagine a dragon runs round this bend at the end of my street. But it didn't work. So instead I start shouting "AHHHHH DRAGON RUN!" and begin running away in hope that one would appear. Instead all the DCs started running for their life, although I didn't summon the dragon this made me laugh.

Dream 2

I notice something weird, I am standing on this busy main road, facing towards some oncoming traffic. It was once again night time but this city was still very much alive. Bright lights everywhere, there was a bridge which underneath there was a large river, maybe sea. I nose plug and it is a dream. While I am standing on this road I had the idea to push cars off the bridge with my mind. I'm sure I've seen this in a film somewhere. I stand there directly in the middle of this road and focus. I direct with my mind the first car and it comes towards me but I swerve it left and it slams into the railings. I just began to start making cars swerve in all directions causing plenty of crashes. I then start walking up the road and shoot fireballs out of my hand into cars, these fireballs slammed cars backwards, it didn't set them on fire. After I had all this fun I realised it was time to stabilize which I should have really done at the start, I shout clarity now! I don;t notice any changes, I see this window on the bridge which has bullet holes sprayed across it. I walk up to that and take in the details, I put my finger on it and feel the sharp edges. Nothing was really happening, I knew the dream was coming to the end but it didn't really matter. So I started smashing the window to jump off it, I smashed it, looked over the edge and that is the last I recall.

Dream 3

I had to solve a case of why this young girl had been murdered 10 years ago, she was only young at the time and the sister had asked me and Hank from Breaking Bad to solve this mystery. What provoked her to ask was that her husband had been released from jail and she suspected him to be the killer. I remember looking at the paper and seeing the article.

I was then in this field by my house and we had collected all the pieces to the puzzle, we were just searching for the final piece. It was a someones head. I was with my brother and sister and we were digging up all over this field looking for it. Earlier (which I don't remember) we had dug it up and now we were just remembering where it was. Then we finally found it, there was a perfectly cut circle in the grass we lifted it up to see this white emotionless head in there. I pulled it out then this man appeared. He was dressed in all white and took the head from me. I ran after him and pulled it back off him. He gave me a menacing look and my sister shouts "Just give it him!" I wasn't sure but I said "Ok here." I handed him the head and he walks down the road, I follow him and he gives me the head back. He then says "Tell Hank, Tuko has sent you this head" he winked and walked off.

I could see the car Hank was parked in round the corner. I ran to it with the head in my hand. I jumped in and he gave me a cup of tea. We then had all the pieces, we knew what car he drives and the direction the guy walked off in. So we looked up and down my street for the car. The only place where the car was, was at my house. Then I realised. The killer was my mum's boyfriend but he had the power to change identities! I ran in with the tea in my hand, threw it in his face. He looked like my mums boyfriend not 'Tuko', he screamed and I put him into a sleeper hold. My mum understood and said it was the right thing to do.

Dream 4

I was at a pub and people were talking about the EDL doing a march by the pub. They were saying they're racist scum. I didn't remember seeing a march when I came in so I walked out to have a look. They were correct I seen a march with hundreds of people all chanting something. The people next to me were disgusted by them and very angry. They hopped over some railings, ran across this patch of land separating the road the pub was on and the road they were marching on and ran across to punch them. They jumped up onto the railings, punched this guy and fell backwards. I couldn't stop laughing. Then this guy was on a horse and members of the EDL pulled him off and were throwing him round the crowd.

I walked down the road a bit and there was like a barnyard, thousands of people were partying, when I walked through cheers erupted and a cheerleading team jumped out through the barn doors, up on the top level, middle level of this barn singing and dancing. I could not understand what was going on. I pull out my phone to record, I was swapping my phone from camera to camcorder... Then I wake up.