memorable

I'm walking. I'm not sure if it's me or someone else but I am in 1st person poing of view, and i'm walking down this road. It's daytime. I go inside this house through the front door. I can hear to people talking. I think this lady was a neighbor around my neighborhood, and for some reason I wanted to talk to her. She might also just be a stranger. I go inside someones house and I see her talking to someone outside. The woman inside is about 30- 40 years old. I can't see the person she's talking to outside, but I know it's a male by his voice. after a few short moments, she turns around and i'm right in her sights. I quickly try to think of something. I forgot why I came (i forgot in the dream why I came in the house) so I just started babbling things, and I swear it looked like she didn't hear a thing I said. My 1st thought was that she was deaf and blind. From my thought in the dream, I can assume that she wasn't my neighbor, or atleast that I wasn't acquainted with her. I try talking to her again, but she still couldn't hear me. I realized something. When I 1st came in there, she was talking to a man, so she can't be deaf atleast. I'm sure she isn't blind either. I also try to to move tings around but she doesnt even notice. I figured out that she can't see me. One of the worst feeling caught tover me. the feeling of loneliness. No, not even that. the feeling of non existence. I think I figured that I died. I felt so claustrophobic in that room. I sped out the house through the front door. While I was out, I was thinking if it was even possible to assume that I died. I don't remember dying. That being said I don't remember where I was before while ago. I walk down the road a little more. ~my alarm in real rings and I wake up in my bed~.

Ocitnul jsem se na nejakym kopci u lesa. Bezim dolu a vidim jak tam jdou nejaky dva kluci. Neco jak ofanda a lada. A hned na me zacnou neco pokrikovat. Chvili jsem si myslel ze je to krysk s Juseppem, ale myslim ze to nebyli oni. Zacli na me neco sakrasrticky, neco o cervenejch a bilech krvinkach. Mel jsem pocit, ze jsme se predtim potkali a ja jsem je neco poucoval. RIkal jsem si ze priste budu drzet hubu.

Rekl jsem jim at si jsou po svym a ze ja pujdu taky a rozbehl jsem se doprava do kopce. Za chvilicku kolem me zase probhli a smali se. Dobehli na kopec a otocili se a bezeli zpatky. Delal jsem ze si jich nevsimam.

Potom dobehnu na takovou paseku a tma je vliekej strom prasklej a ohnutej. Je to tma nejak povykaceny a na tom prasklym strome je nejaka kabinka. Ja posloucham nejakou hudbu ve sluchatkach a hraje tam dost dobra pisnicka, snazim se to pistit spatky, ale porad mi tam skace dream theater koncert.

Potom dobehnu na nejake nove postavene sidliste. Jsou to krasny novy baraky, panelaky, ale jsou tam i takovy bloky se skrinkama. Je to hodne barevny a vsechny jsou otevreny. Divim se ze to neni poniceny nejakym vandalismem. Je to ale vsechno opusteny, jako by sem nemohli dostat lidi. Podom tam probehnu nahoru do vyzsiho patra. Koukam nalevo jak je tam dreveny schodiste nebo balkonek a rikam si, ze by to bylo super pro ty street runnery. Najednou sem na horenim patre a tam je proskleny balkon, a tam vidim sprchu a sporak. Koukam na to a je to studio byt. Hodne peknej, trochu vsechno namackany, ale pekny a novy. Rima si, ze se budu muset zeptat kolik to je.

Sebehnu dolu schodama a vidim jak za rohem zabehne nejaka sekuritacka s telefonem.

Pak tam vidim nejaku holku s klukem, tak probehnu kolem nich a slysim, ze mluvi cesky. Skrabu se tam na takovo zidku a ta holka to komentuje jako ze WOW ten je fit a tak. Tak si sundam sluchatka a dam se do reci. Ptam se odkud je, jestli z moravi a ona ze ze severu. Tak se ptam kolik ji je a ona ze je stara, ale nerekla. Potom vytahne nejakou masticku a sunda si triko a podprsenku a zacne si mazat hrudnik, kterej je celej poleptanej, jako ma Zbysek.

Pak se probudim.

Headlights fly by as the rain patters lightly on the windows. The passing of which I've always found to bring back a sense of passing time, reminiscent of what'd I imagine it feels for the passing of stars. Our very own sun, cognizant of its own gliding through the deep expanse of outer space.

There is a driver at the wheel, but the sky is dark and her face remains in shadow. An accompanying sense of familiarity falls over me though. Only one could bring this sense of comfort. Mel. My eyes dart to the left and right, looking for anything out of the ordinary that might be in the sky. An age old habit. One acquired by watching far too much of Star Trek and the X-Files in my youth. Or does it predate that? Does it have some basis in the actual collective memory reality of our species? Perhaps there is a reason we look to the skies. Something deeply embedded within our collective unconscious, the return of the holy feathered serpent of our world's mythologies. Quetzalquoatl, Nehebkau, or perhaps the Chimeras depicted on the hieroglyphs of ancient cities.

Then I spot it. A streak in the sky. Gliding like a banner in the wind, rippling up and down like a wave. A white light radiates outward from its body, lighting up the night sky in the distance. That is it. The feathered serpent. A radiant white chinese dragon, even more beautiful in real life than portrayed in their artwork. Natural and fluent. God-like. Truly a spiritual being beyond anything of earthly realms, but there it is right before my eyes. Does Mel see it? She doesn't seem to notice.

"Mel, do you see that?"

She looks to the right and seems to spot it, but no words come from her mouth. Speechless it seems.

What is that? Another one. Wait, no. Two. Three. Four? Several of these serpent-esque beings fluttering through the sky. That one actually has wings and almost appears to be a gargoyle. Wow, amazing. Something attracts my gaze on the left. Holy mother fucker. What the FUCK is THAT?

A gargantuan entity emerges from the woods on the left side of the highway. Enormous, unearthly, a beetle like being of epic proportions. Its eyes burn with fire. This isn't a threatening being, however. Merely powerful, wise, ancient. It remains still, hovering over the road, observing the surroundings. Is it even living? It could almost be the entrance or the stone guardian of a holy temple - a gateway into the underworld. Into the world beyond the scope of human comprehension, veiled to us by our rigid intellect and desires for power.

I am entering the realm of the Gods.

Or at least some hidden plane. Beings surround our vehicle. Is there even anyone else on the road? Discs fly through the air. My god, these again. Classic saucer UFOs? Those things only appear in my dreams. Wait a sec... Duh. I'm in a dream. Wow, this is intense. Can I even get a handle on this one? There are living spirits all around me.

The sky fills with saucers and spirits, winged serpents with their white light fill the sky. These could have even been interpreted as angels in some cultures. From the distance the resemblance to chinese dragons and angels is hardly distinguishable. Regardless, their power can be felt from miles away, even as they sore high above the Earth. Such an alien power, impossible to say whether as to its benevolent or not. It is just so foreign to our own sense of self.

You're losing track of things, M. This is a dream. Remember not to be drawn in to its splendor. The distraction of your mind's own creative power. This is a dream.

Then why can't I control anything? The usual techniques are not working. No power of flight, no time/space manipulation or ability to alter the entire emotional feel of the setting. This is strange. Is it a dream..?

Wait, that's Mel's brother. I'm in her house. Was I sleep walking? Kid looks like he's about to puke. Either that or he's just really stoned. Neither would be uncommon for him. Hmm, my vision is blurry. I must have taken out my contacts. Definitely sleep walking.

"You okay, DJ?"

"Hah, man. You're totally fucked."

What could that mean? He points at the floor beneath my feet. I stepped in something. A puddle. Okay? DJ holds up a small vile.

"No fucking way. Did you spill that on the floor, dude?"

He starts laughing. You've got to be kidding me. I've been dosed completely by accident. Jesus Christ, how often does this have to happen to me? That is far too much acid in one spot for a safe trip. In no time I'll be going ape shit. God fucking damn this kid. Oh well, there is no stopping it now. I might as well accept what's about to ensue.

Everything is warped. Waving. The walls are alive. "Throbbing with energy" as Terence McKenna says. It has begun. The onset is surprisingly slow. The buzzing rises through my ears, disintegrating my surroundings. I feel the sun. I feel another environment. Where is this? I know this place, I have been before. Though I am accustomed to its flavor, the taste of deja vu is beyond uncanny. Is this still Mel's house? Is this reality? Was it ever? Don't forget, the questions don't matter. Illusions, merely fabricated by our minds to prolong the discovery of truth. There is no stopping this though. I have been thrown into the pool, regardless of my preparation to swim. Entheogens don't hesitate. This is all or nothing and now the walls are coming down. Light begins to seep through the cracks. The environment shifts. A wall to my right now. I am lying down. Windows to my left.

Is this.. my bedroom?

I have re-emerged, back into the so-called "real" world. The collective memory reality. The ingestion of a psychedelic substance within my dream consciousness transitioned me back into waking consciousness. No matter how many times I have experienced that it will never cease to prove fascinating. The human brain truly is a receiver, capable of tuning into a multitude of channels across the cosmic radio. Switch one neural receptor on, another off, and you're broadcasting at an entirely new frequency. Receiving, broadcasting, the difference is the same. Both a generator and receiver of consciousness, filtering the endless waves of quantum energy through the intricate networks of evolutionary design.

Is this reality any more real than the one I was just experiencing? I noticed no gaps between my perception. It was but a continuous flow. Sleeping into waking. What is different? What was ever different? Is the reality tunnel we send our gaze through any less relevant there than it is here? When all is said and done, life is just a memory after all. An ephemeral thought. A dream.

I was on my knees putting my head over the railing in the spectator rows, facing the middle of some big arena.
The guy who was about to execute me tried to be dramatic and said "die in hell!" as he swung his axe over his head, so I exclaimed "wait wait stop".
"What?"
"You can't say that"
"Can't say what?"
"Die in hell. Do you realize how stupid that sounds? second, im not even in hell yet, i will be in hell AFTER I die."
"So what do you want me to say?"
"Just don't say something that is THAT stupid"
"Alright then I won't say anything at all!"
"Good then"
He then proceeded to separate my head from my body.

Football

IWL, I've been spending time at a friends house watching and throwing a football, eating and drinking, and so forth.

Last night I dreamed I was at this house, but didn't bring anything to drink. At first I was lying down. There wasn't enough room for me to lie down.

Then I was up and realized I needed to get something to drink for the party. There was snow on the ground, but I was determined so that I wouldn't be asking to drink other people's beverages. Others were advising against leaving under those road conditions, but I was going to leave.

Dream skip

I'm going to throw a football. I can throw my "The Duke" football, or another professional size football. I feel the other ball to determine which I prefer. I prefer my football--"The Duke," but I wanted to feel the other football well since I'd already made my decision. This was the best part of the dream. It wasn't so exciting, but I got a very good sensation of feeling from the football. It was really cool.

The End

My dreams followed close behind what I was thinking about as I went to bed.

My house is massive. Julian built a new kitchen with tall, exposed beams, dark wood floors, and red stools. There are random people there. Julian is on a lower level and someone is asking for his autograph. He looks up at me and then signs for her. She tries to kiss him and he kind of pulls away and gestures my way. I just laughed. I entered the stairwell (like in my junior high school) and all the entrances keep changing and I can't find my way back (House of Leaves). I finally find a floor that will let me out - and I'm on the opposite side of the kitchen than where I entered. That was nightmarish and should have triggered lucidity. At one point I'm having a conversation with others about the Id, Ego, and Super Ego. I admitted to talking to my subconscious while lucid dreaming (trigger - hello??!!!!!). Nice Kitchen, though.

This one never turned lucid, but I'm posting it here anyways since it was particularly memorable.

The dream started with me driving in my car on windy mountain roads, but it was still in a deserty region, no trees. As I was driving around a bend, a car came blasting around the corner on the same side of the road as I was, and swerved away into his lane just in time. He was followed by a bunch of police cars speeding after him.

I thought to myself "damn, he's driving like an idiot, I hope nobody gets hurt." And right as I passed around the next bend, I came across a police car and another car having been in a head-on accident, with a bunch of other cops around it directing traffic. I slowed down to get around the accident scene, and as I drove past, I saw the guy that was driving the crashed police car hanging out of the broken driver's side window, blood all over him.

I drove past, and saw a bunch of other accidents one after another, cars off the road, run into each other, etc.

Mountain roads are dangerous, guys.

So I was in this prison, I sat with all the other convicts around some tables. Then I started thinking: what have I done to deserve this? and I came up with nothing, and whoah, I started thinking it was a dream. I checked my hands, both sides, and both of them had stubby fingers, like 1 cm long only.

So I thought: yay lucid! Then I got up, and thought I should explore a bit of this prison. So I went out of the main cell block and went up the stairs, no one even looking at me, like they would if the people in a dream sees me do something out of the ordinary. I didnt think of that at the time, but then this cute girl came running after me, while I was in the middle of the stairs, never seen her before in my waking life. (well, probably don't remember that I've seen her) so I asked her something, I don't remember what it was, but then she jumped to the top of the stairs saying she had seen me before and complimenting me on my "rock hard abs" those were her words, also not spoken in my native language, she spoke to me in english. then I asked her something and she giggled, then she leaned in on me and started making out with me. And boy did it feel real. the tounge, she also licked me on my cheeks and stuff, and it felt so wet, so real. now, my dream changed and I went non-lucid again I think.

The reason that I think she was my dream guide is because she was not one of the other convicts, she had the same hair as the girl I have seen be my dream guide before, all though a lot younger. It looked as if I was gonna follow her, since she went before me before we kissed. Anyway, it was a quite bizarre lucid dream.

but wasn't it kinda awesome though?

The time is late spring and for some people that means it's time to look for colleges. I'm not one of those people. That doesn't stop me though. Why? To this day I'm still not quite sure. It's one of those days where things just happen - no reason. The sun is shining and the flowers are budding. You're just there.

The area seems oddly reminiscent of my elementary school. Or was it? The walls of the courtyard are overgrown with vines. The grass hasn't been mowed in a long time. A stillness in the air creeps down my spine.

Mel, Trav, and I walk. Leaves glide through the air in slow motion. Then we see it.

A bear, dead ahead. Standing right up on its hind legs, glaring straight at our faces. It doesn't phase us too much, however, and Trav continues to push Mel and I on the tire swing of the largest tree in the courtyard. It's a wonder, extending what appears to be miles up into the air. Then the bear begins its approach.

I'm standing face to face with it now. It still has yet to make a move so I take the initiative and make it first. I kick the bear right in the face with the force of ten Optimus Primes.

Shit. Did not know I had that in me. Fuck, that bear is pissed off now.

>:O

That's my illustration of its expression. The sound that came out of its mouth sounded something like my dad sleeping after a night of Taco Bell. Except with artillery involved somewhere in the mix.

The bear roars right at Mel, sending a stream of bear phlegm all down her face. She doesn't scream. Damn, girl's got balls. But she does run (probably a wise decision). We run like fucking hell. Like the devil is chasing us. Or a fucking bear.

We arrive at the parking lot of the highschool, the bear tailing not far behind us. Everyone rolling blading in the parking lot notices the bear. Panic ensues. So I get Mel into the lobby.

The principle walks in and sits down at the table. I look up from my art project and notice how much he looks like the dean from Community.

"You know you really look a lot like that dean from Community."
"Is that so?"

A knock on the door.

"Matt, your documentation is ready."

Weird. What the fuck am I doing back at the highschool. Didn't I graduate college? Fuck these documents. I'm in trouble...

"Matt, it's been a long time! How are you?"

I look to my left and see Mr. Morgan, my 9th grade art teacher. With him is Mrs. Perry. We make small talk. Turns out Mr. Morgan and Mrs. Perry are married now. Whoop dee doo. I find it weird when teachers marry other teachers. Well not necessarily weird. Apes marry other apes after all. And clown fish marry other clown fish. Tree stars marry other tree stars. Wait, do they?

Who the fuck is Mrs. Perry?

The teachers and Mr. ...? Whoever he is, he's the guy who tried to get me to read a book on ethnic diversity senior year for making jewish jokes during class. But then he decided that was a fucking retarded idea and committed himself to a mental institution highschool

Anyway, that guy is trying to keep everyone in the lobby calm and the guards aren't letting anyone outside. Too dark to tell what's out there. Gotta wait I guess. Oh well, rules are rules.

Hisssssss.. CRACCCK. SLEEEUAAGRGGG

The FUCK? Great. Some weird fucking creatures are outside now. I hate it when this happens. Now I'm gonna have to wait the amount of time it takes Oprah Winfrey to lose fifty pounds until I can get home.

Fuck this. I'm not waiting. You know what? I never pulled the fire alarm during highschool. This seems like as good a time as any.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEE

Huh. I guess weird slithering creatures with that look like they have leprosy hate the sound of fire alarms. Awesome.

So Mel and I leave. I'm walking her home through the neighborhood now when I notice she's not by my side anymore.

"Mel?"

Now that I think of it, there aren't ANY people around. Is this one of those Twilight Zone episodes where I've been transported to another planet by aliens or something? Because that would be cool, but the problem with that is they never seem to give you any music either. It's always so goddam quiet in those episodes. Wtf is with aliens and their opposition to music?

I look back and notice the road is gone. 100% total dead end. Well that's confusing.

Woosh.

I turn back around and a hagrid old lady in black robes and large pointy hat stands in front of me. Great, wicked witch of the west imitators. Of all places why did the aliens have to drop me on Hollywood blvd? Then she rambles on about some shit how if I ever want everything back to normal I have to do some weird shit for her. I don't know what it was. I tend not to listen to people dressed as witches in the middle of a suburban New Jersey neighborhood. Especially when they're holding a broom that looks like a vacuum cleaner.

Oh and she says something about people's lives being at stake.

I'm not the biggest fan of people messing with me every since the new england clam chowder prank in elementary school so this kind of pisses me off. I tell her I'll do her thing though. Whatever that is. Hmm, maybe I should have listened to her. I hope pleasuring her isn't involved or something like that..

Regardless, Mel is gone and I have to help her.

Either way, I'm not sure what I really did, but everyone reappears and the road is back to normal. Now this lady witch person is ANGRY. I mean like Stewie-being-put-in-a-high-chair-and-having-his-bazooka-taken-away - angry.

Shut the fuck up.

I punch her in the face. Damn, there's that Optimus Prime force again. I gotta figure out how I'm doing that. Punching witches is strangely satisfying.

Mel and I continue our walk home and she doesn't seem to remember a thing that happened.


Funny how the people close to you never realize how much you do actually care and how much you go through to keep them safe.

Even if it all was just a dream.

Sleep – 10:40pm
Wake ups – 2:15am
Finial Wake up – 7:20am
WBTB + WILD – 3:25am-3:53am and 6:30am-7:00am

- I was sat at my computer looking at the news for anything related to children escaping from being killed. I felt immense joy whenever I did. One I found was a royal Japanese family escaping from execution.

- My sister was talking to my parents about buying some walking boots in the kitchen.

- I was in my kitchen talking to my brother. He was talking about how he bought loads of chees. He told me that him, my sister and my parents all bought 800g of cheese.

- I was sitting in my room when I got a phone call. I answered it and a male voice came through asking me if I wanted to be part of a secret group that would be called into emergency situations .I accepted. My brother, me and someone else were chosen to form this secret. We got called into somewhere in the north of Scotland and we were in the middle of England. We decided to drive there. I was wearing a shirt that was slightly transparent.

- I was watching Vegeta and Nappa (from Dragon Ball Z) land on an alien planet. They got out of there space ships (that were the same ones they used in DBZ) and they started to explore the planet. The planet was mostly red and the water was slightly red but not much. Nappa fell into a small pool of water that was quite deep. Vegeta helped him out with a large stick that he found nearby. They were the attacked by some aliens. The aliens were about half a meter tall, black with red writing on them. Vegeta seemed to know that the writing on them were passwords to everything. The aliens could morph into any shape they wanted to. One of the aliens morphed into a creature with 8 legs in one row along its body.

- I was in Tesco with a couple of friends buying some food. Also in the shop were quite a lot of people I know from school. On some of the shelves they were selling dolls about 10cm tall of people I know. I picked up a bag of sweets. The bag was black and it contained sweets that fit together like a puzzle. I put them down and picked up something else instead.

To pay for an item you had to go up some stairs and onto the roof. Then there would be a staff member sitting on the roof facing you and you had to wait until they called your name. When they did you had to the walk up to them and pay for your food. I thought this was stupid and pointless but I was feeling nervous about it at the same time.

- I was in Morrison’s and I was buying some food for dinner. On random products someone had stuck a piece of paper with a picture to them. Stuck to all cans of cat food was a square piece of white paper with a picture of a velociraptor on it.

I picked up something from the shelf and started walking past some checkouts that had long lines. I found one that didn’t have anyone queuing for it. I walked up to it and behind the checkout was a woman flipping a 50p coin around across the checkout. I gave her my food to scan and it came to £1. I gave her a £5 note and she gave me my change. I walked to the exit where for some reason my parents were waiting with a staff member.

I instantly felt nervous and wondered why they were here. They had a look on their face like I had done something bad. I walked up to them and they asked what I had bought. They also asked about the meal deal. I started to explain it to them.

- Me and a couple of friends were at some sort of theme park. I could see other people walking around. We walked around for a bit. We came to a strange object. It was a sphere on top of a pole. The pole was about a meter wide and a meter long. It was about 10 meters tall and the sphere was about 3 meters tall. The pole was grey and made on concrete and the sphere was blue with white strips around it. The sphere had smaller spheres (about the size of my fist) sticking out of it. The pole had small circles cut out of it.

I jumped up and managed to jump high enough to grab one of these. I let go and fell back down. One of my friends said this was all fake. I looked through one of the circles cut out of the pole. It showed me the theme park we were in but without any one in it but us. I then knew that this was fake.

The manager walked through a door and was really angry. He confirmed that this theme park was indeed fake. He pushed a button and the sphere on top of the pole started moving. It was a nuclear bomb. Just before it could be launched, a woman appeared and kicked it. This disabled it.

- I was melting gold in acid baths. The gold had to go through 5 acid baths before it was fully melted.

"One Can't Maneuver!"

I think I forgot the first part of this dream, or it started with a false memory that there was more of a beginning.

I am walking down to a street in the dark. I'm looking at a t-shirt being put on a hanger by only a set of hands. Something was wrong with it and it was going to be returned to the store.

Then I decide to take the shirt to someone, or simply that it was a good opportunity to go to this person. Now it is raining, and very dark. I say, "One can't maneuver!" and I hear this refrain echoed by someone across the street and to my right. I shouldn't keep saying this, but I do. I'm intrigued by the sentence and that someone is repeating it. It is like a chant.

I turn to the left and start flying. Now I'm evil because I'm not supposed to be going where I'm going and saying what I'm saying, and I'm flying to get there which somehow adds to my lack of concern. I see a car coming from one direction so I fly to it and figure on scaring the person in the car, when another car comes around the corner from the other direction. I manage not to get hit, and I'm now across the street.

I fly a couple feet above the sidewalk and approach a witch of a woman lying on the ground, but moving forward. She is lowly and evil, but I encounter her as a reflection of myself. My own "evilness" is a self-imposed view.

I continue flying down the sidewalk feeling a sense of power, but end up flying to a place that is narrow, and like a tomb. It isn't really a tomb, but there is nowhere else for me to fly. I do more self reflection and consider that I am here because of my evil nature.

I guess I shouldn't have crossed the street saying "One Can't Maneuver!" That's "very bad"!

The End

OGFJ-1

I am with my OGFJ. She is in a weird metal suit that shows her body. It is designed for me to take her, though I never did.


OGFJ-2

I am with J again. At first we are in at my dad's house, though it isn't necessarily his real layout and all. She is naked. I am going to take her, but then she is outside on the street naked. It is purposeful for some reason, like that is how we are going to get together. I'm supposed to see her outside naked, and then she will walk up to me and finally in the house. It was like foreplay.

Finally she was in the house, but now she had her clothes on, and she was asleep. I started to take her clothes off when she woke up. It was as though this scene was repeating itself even though this was the first time it happened. (?)

In The Water

I have a jar with a fish in it. There is sand and a plant at the bottom, and there is barely enough water for the fish to swim. I put more water in the jar but it is warmer than the water already in the jar, so I'm worried for the fish. I put more cold water in to even out the temperature.

Now I'm at a creek. I may have been at the creek the first time I put water in the jar, but why would the water have been warm? I was trying to get to the creek for more water though, so now I'm there in any case.

All of a sudden I'm lying in the water. It's not really gross, but I'm a little concerned for what I can't see. Mostly, I'm not thinking about it though. I look up at the leaves on a branch of a shrub hanging in my reach and realize I'm dreaming, but only kind of. It feels more like I'm aware that I'm awake in this dreamy world rather than realizing I'm dreaming in my asleep world.

I put my hand behind some of the leaves and see shadow. I find the view really dreamy. The leaves are foggy green, and the sun in the sky is not bright. It looks like the sky in the beginning of "Tales from the Dark Side" when they show the creek.

I see that I am next to a big, black cloth thing in the water which makes me nervous. I have no idea what is living under it.

I begin to figure out that I am dreaming, though it is kind of an FA. I try to imagine my self sliding down a slide to start moving, and sure enough I start sliding on a curved slide.


Car Problems

I'm in an old, 70's green car. I think it is a Mercury, though it isn't the shape of a Mercury in my dream. It is a great car, but the transmission is out. It won't go. I press the accelerator but slide backwards.

I decide to put it into Park and hope that will reset it. I then put it into 2 and it does start to go.

The End

I'm categorizing this as lucid because one of my dreams was pretty much lucid, but I'm not tallying another lucid where I keep track of them.

Had hard time to get up today for some reason, basically forgetting to do dream recall until later on.
I still have remembered 2 dreams though(somewhat).

Dream 1(memorable):

Can't remember most of the dream, but i remember part of the dream where i was running from gorilla(which looking surprisingly like Donkey Kong) and ending up near the forest entrance. It was some sort of mystic forest with all sorts of weird creatures around. I was wandering in it but i had an specific goal, which i think was to make specific creature my friend/partner or something.
Soon i found the creature i have searched for, it looked like deer in general, but had rather predatory characteristics and their legs were structured more like the ones of big cats. Their fur was dark violet with dark dots. As soon as i approached they growled and ran away.
After more search i have found another one of them, but this one had pure white fur and looked more amazing in general. It didn't ran away when i approached, but as soon as i tried to establish telepathic link, it growled and ran away as well.
I exited the forest and somebody asked why i haven't got one, to which i responded: "I don't seem to be ready yet, i need more practice" or something along this line.

Dream 2:

Apparently we were preparing all stuff possible to move from our house to the other one, the reason was that that the house was slightly on fire, though fire was rather static and not spreading or anything. Most of the time we were just figuring out what to grab next. Dream ended at some point.

The Wave

My dream begins seeing a giant wave coming at me. It must have been 25 or 30 feet high. It hadn't curled yet, it was a wall. I decided to dive under it so it didn't kill me.

I dived and found the sandy bottom only a couple feet down. In my dream the number was three feet. I started swimming forward to try to pass under the wave to avoid its massive force.

I swam and swam and soon realized it would be taking my oxygen, but I kept swimming, but now my eyes were open, and it was as though I was swimming in the air. I could see various object, like a reddish orange steel wall and a van of some sort. They were angled so that I was going to hit something if I kept swimming.

I thought if I had my eyes closed, I would hit one of these objects unprepared, but that wasn't really a problem now.

I woke up and had to use the bathroom.

I was in an underground facility of some sort with "someone". There was concrete everywhere and it was dark and seemed damp.

I remember walking up a ramp and looking through vertical windows in a very large door and seeing what looked like reactors, glowing green. They had honeycomb patterns and windows on them and in the windows, the green glow was more intense. They looked like half spheres sitting on the floor.

I then remember walking past three or four incubators with babies in them. Alive, but not moving. The incubators were more advanced than a regular hospital one, with lots of lights and gadgets everywhere. One of these babies was huge, I would say four feet long.

After seeing these the dream ended.

(Did some SSILD that night, as I hoped it may help me fall asleep)

Dream 1:

As I listen to the buzzing sound ringing in my ears, I notice it's getting progressively louder, until I realise I am no longer in my bedroom, but surrounded by buildings and people, the sun is brightly shining down and I have to shield my eyes from its blinding rays. A man I had never met before runs past me. For some reason, I particularly recall his brown leather jacket, feeling a very strong urge to reach out and touch it. I hear my mother exclaim she thought he was very attractive, and turn to see her walking beside me. I have no idea how long she had been there, but I proceed to argue with her, saying that he was the most unattractive man I had ever seen.

Dream 2:

I am running frantically through a thick forest, very aware of the sound my footsteps were making against the ground, and how hurried my breathing is. Little by little, I come to realise that I am not alone, four others are running in the same general direction as I am. Feeling scared and panicking, I quickly realise that I am running away from something. We come across four strangers on very graceful animals, which seem to be a cross between horses and dragons. We beg them to let us ride with them. After some deliberation they agree, and we mount them. I was sitting in front of the rider, on a deep brown animal. I heard the sound of a gun being shot, and simultaneously felt the bullet slice through the air, inches away from my face. I urge the rider to make the animal go faster, before turning around to see around five young men behind us, chasing after us on bikes. Suddenly, we seem to have left the forest and are riding through old barns and stables as well as abandoned houses. I have to lookout for obstructions and warn the rider if I see any. Eventually, we are unable to get anywhere by horse/dragon, and so are forced to walk. The chasers also abandoned their bikes and I can hear them running behind us, rapidly getting closer. In my hurry I trip up some long white, spiraling stairs, convinced that soon I was going to get shot. The fear is so intense I start feeling very sick. Nevertheless I keep going, and eventually emerge onto a very big, white roof. Surrounding it were various other buildings, but this one was by far had the biggest surface. What hit me was how vibrant the colours were. Bright blues and whites, deep, dark reds and bright greens. The four others in what I now knew was my clan, emerge onto the rooftop too. I frantically look for somewhere to hide. Seeing a door, I waste no time in going in, and find myself in a young couple's kitchen. A member of the clan follows me in, and hides just behind the door. I beg the couple not to give our positions away. They agree, and kept quiet as one of the chasers barge in. The man who had hidden behind the door took the opportunity to run out. I had hidden next to the fridge, and was wishing I could somehow flatten myself into the wall. Holding my breath, I silently pray that he won't find me. My heart sinks as he steps out in front of me, holding a gun to my forehead. I feel the blood drain from my face as I recognise his. He and I had been lovers previously, but something (I have no idea what) had forced us to split. (Ironically, he was also the man who had ran past me, with the leather jacket, from the previous dream.) After kissing me quickly, Jake (as I had apparently known him as before) walks out. I take a few seconds to catch my breath, before running out after him. The scenery had changed; suddenly I found myself in a big loft. I notice that the walls are made of wood. I look for Jake, asking anyone there if they had seen him. The chasers are still here, but it seems that my clan and them had managed to come to a truce. After searching frantically, I realise that he has left, and that I was most likely never going to see him again. I sink to the ground, screaming his name and sobbing. The pain and loss I felt was unbearable. I don't think I have ever felt like that in real life.

I don't often experience such strong feelings in my dreams, so when I do, it takes me by surprise and leaves me a little breathless lol!