memorable

This one is incredibly awesome and strange. I’m in some kind of video game sort of world. Things are reminiscent of World of Warcraft, but I’m in the game, I’m not exactly playing a game, though at some points there seem to be HUD elements and stuff. To be clear, it’s not ‘cartoon’ graphics, this all looks ‘real’. I’m with someone, some girl or woman, and we’re friends. We’re exploring this area, I’m not sure what we were after, I think we were just exploring. We go down this steep ramp into this huge like excavation site that is like a vast deep canyon, with the impression given that this was all filled and excavated. It seems to be uncovered ruins, some kind of demonic architecture type stuff. We go down this ramp and out onto the ground floor of this canyon. There’s this big pedestal platform thing far off to our right so we go to check it out. On the way over there we can see some monsters on the platform but they don’t look too tough so we keep going. I guess the girl I am with is some kinda tanking class because she goes in first, and I come in second. We aggro some of these weak monsters and start fighting them, when suddenly something strange happens. We didn’t notice but there’s a much bigger monster on the pedestal, a big elite type guy who looks kinda like the Ogres from the 3E D&D Monster Manual, except much bigger and decked out in crazy armor. He’s HUGE, like thirty feet tall, and the moment he aggros us I suspect we’re fucked, but then things get ten times more fucked.

One of the weird things about these games is that NPCs can be really really big, but you won’t be able to see them until they get close enough that a small character would render at the same distance. That is to say, you can be walking and suddenly WHAM a giant enemy just APPEARS. That’s what happens here. It turns out when we get closer that this giant platform is being stood upon by a COLOSSAL STATUE, and that statue is MOVING. The ogre was intimidating, but this huge statue is something else altogether. I can’t effectively communicate how big this thing is. The thing aggros on us and immediately as it does it... this HUGE red demon thing comes out of the statue, and starts making these LOUD noises that sound a lot like the weird distorted voice of the Icon of Sin, the final boss of Doom 2. I immediately start running, just trying to get the fuck away and break aggro. Everything starts sort of warping and distorting, like reality itself can't handle the things presence. The sky twists and changes colors. If it weren’t for the video game schema running here, this probably would have terrified me awake because it was so nuts. This demon thing was so tall I practically had to look straight up to see any of it’s body. If you ever played WoW, this thing is significantly taller than Ragnaros from Molten Core. It looked like some horrible cross between Klesk from Quake 3 Arena and a huge huge Alien Queen (from the movie Aliens), except it was red and much more menacing, if that’s possible. As I’m running I try to target it and at first its name appears as “THE ENIGMA”, and the second time it’s “THE PARADOX”.

Now the thing running through my ‘mind’ is that I’m definitely going to die here, and just have to Spirit Resurrect, which in WoW refers to taking a penalty to come back to life instead of having to run back to your corpse as a ghost, since I don’t ever want to come anywhere near here again. My friend is a goner, I don’t even see her anywhere, and I’m just running, expecting her to spirit rez too. She gets the brunt of the demon’s attacks, but likely doesn’t last long. I’m almost back at the ramp, and there’s this little mound of dirt I run up and over to avoid going around it, and as I’m going up the mound I get hit with some kind of debuff. A little icon appears on my HUD and it’s got this screaming red face, and when I hover over it the tooltip says the debuff is called something like, “WHHYYY???!!” with the description text just a bunch of gibberish. Each second this debuff ticks down something weird happens, I take a bunch of damage one moment, I actually get healed for some the next, I get frozen in place for a moment, I ‘blink’ a few feet away from where I was, just random chaotic effects. The debuff fades and I’m rushing up the ramp not even wanting to see this thing, when halfway up it abruptly BURSTS OUT OF THE GROUND and just totally ruins my shit, so bad that my ‘corpse’ falls through the ground and into the void.

Now things transition sort of strangely. I ‘wake up’ in an infirmary, but I’m in my own room. There’s these little screens on the wall and in one I talk to someone, maybe a superior or just another part of my group? And I ask how our friend is, where she is, and insist that I have to talk to her at once, the one who REALLY faced the demon. He points behind me and on the other wall is a screen through which I can see a very simplified image of a girl in sprawled out in a bed in a different room. I insist that I have to see her, but the guy tells me to let her sleep, and then I end up waking up. Most of this is extremely vivid in my memory, but the specific parts with the demon are just the right amount of fuzziness to amplify just how trippy it all was.

I was at home; it was morning, and I was thinking about what to write in my dream journal. I suddenly got the feeling that perhaps I was still dreaming and did a reality check to confirm this. I had six fingers. "I am dreaming!" I said. Even though there was no one else around, I thought I would sound crazy if someone did happen to hear me from another room, so I did another RC just to make sure I really WAS dreaming before I started talking to myself about the fact that I was dreaming. This time, I counted seven fingers.

For once, I actually remembered the Task of the Month. "Okay, for the Task of the Month, I have to be bitten by a vampire... or a zombie or a werewolf," I reminded myself. "Now, where am I going to find a vampire?" Being in my seemingly-empty house seemed like a bit of a problem here, but I quickly came up with a solution. "Oh, well, there was that one vampire who spent the night..." I said, hoping that would work, though I was a bit too uncertain about that.

I entered my room to look for this vampire, who was hopefully there. Not only was no one there, but my room was dark for some reason. I'd also stopped talking, which has begun to have a rather predictable result. This caused me to inadvertently close my eyes, try to open them, and end up opening my real eyes instead. Oops.

Night of October 2 2012 - Non lucid

I was in this place that had orange sandstone for the building material and many hallways. The bottom of these winding vast temple-like passages that would end with all sorts of other eminities like a wave pool and shit
The whole dream seemed to have this like temple themed skin everywhere

The man who killed me at the end was a large skin head with a gun and he was very pale and mad

The kid who was mad was a skinny black kid, like the one who sucker punched me

There was another accompliss he wasn’t very memorable

Anyways this black man was leading me down a hallway to arrest me or do something so I gave him a snap kick to the leg and he got like instantly knocked out. I then ran and ran across this huge stone quarry yard thing and got to a smaller looking fence. I ran and jumped and climbed it with ease, but then realized there was about 3 other fences with razor wire on the tops of them. I would have to jump like all 3 to make it. I made it about 2 fences in and then had to call upon dream abilities to make it over the third. I just want to point out right now that dream jumping is probably one of the best things every. I definitely got scratched up a bit from this. So then I ran because I knew these 3 were going to be behind me very soon, I ran to the left upon the top of the rocks, which were quite simple, simple PEI colored reds or navy blues but they were huge. I ran all the way to the edge of the map layout of this dream (top corner, I literally felt like I was running around the edge of orgrimmar as like a rogue) and found a little cave that I seemed to be able to hide out under. I realized I was wearing my flannel hoodie at this point, but that was the only Nick Orr identifier I remember. I’m laying there and all of a sudden the rocks seem to start collapsing in on top of me and squashing me, so I make this like leap faith off like at least a 150 ft fall or maybe more. I had to jump because I thought I was getting squashed but also my pursuers had just climbed up to the top and were out of my sight.

I hit the ground, and I remember thinking in the air like oh shit here we go its over, but I gracefully just hit the ground with zero pain. I looked to my right and there was a door to a house. In this house there were many Buddhist cats and shrines and scrolls hanging everywhere, and many mirrors, and this one single staircase that seemed forever repeating because of mirror tricks, but somehow I took a turn and made it into the owners bedroom, where I begged for shelter from these men. He was an old Chinese fellow, and his wife seemed a bit younger but she didn’t say a word. They also had a baby who was playing with toys on the floor.

One of these dudes reminded me on Gannondorf

The 3 captors then busted through the door and I punched the smaller black guy in the face and then put him in a head lock to use as a shield from any gunshot. My mind must have wanted to wake up because then I dropped the black dude and walked up to the huge white guy, who either had a stun gun or a gun in a black holster, which he hit me or shot me with and I woke up.

[Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012]
I'm in a new forest/desert land. I'm climbing on a castle by an ocean and I'm sticking to the wall like Spiderman, I
climb around to a window where 3 girls are talking and I yell, "HAHA. Look, I'm Spiderman!" And I laugh
hysterically.

I'm being put into a co-artist position to make LION KING 5. Since we just completed the 4th. This time it has to do
with how us living creatures must go help the earth. I see a preview already done by my co-artist and it looks legit,
along with words flashing across the middle of the screen to a zoom-out of Africa. (Or somewhere that looks like it has
a lot of nature... like the Lion King desert but with GREEN) then the scene changes to in the middle of a Na'vi like
forest and there's a crater that countless animals are walking to. Then after we get bored of talking about Lion King...
the co-artist who's in a different room is being recorded and put on a giant touch screen for us to play with. His outline
is in black and white, but we can fill in certain sides of him and the computer will remember which side is which color.

Its like painting a 3D model and its really fun. We end up making him either completely red or completely blue with a
hint of the opposite color. He blends in perfectly with the background save for some subtle rounded outlines. I think
about what I could do if I were on the otherside... I'd have a birdhouse for a helmet and stick my head up into the
screen. You could paint the birdhouse AND my head. xD <I thought it was an interesting idea.>

My Mom walks into the room and its about bedtime and time to sleep. I lie down next to a friend of mine- I'm not sure
who- and I look up as my Mum tells me "I'm not sure if we're actually gonna go tomorrow..." I understand, since
everyone pretty much left us here and forgot that we were planning something like a trip. I motion to her to say, "I
don't care." she doesn't understand the first time, but as I try to mouth it again, I think my waking life self also mouths
it and I wake up.

I'm on vacation and that's why I have been ignoring lucid dreaming, but this dream is just way too good.

I have no idea how I became lucid in the first place, it seems I'm in one of those prep session in my boarding house. The others knew instantly I became lucid, and it distorted to some kind of lucid dreaming class. I did a lot of RCs, but I realized later when I woke up that I forgot to stabilize. I can't remember much of the details because again I'm on my vacation and I don't feel like stressing myself to recall all the minutest details. I managed to fly, and the dream distorted to some sandbox game for a while and stuffs. I talked to my friend that if I can't improve my dream control maybe I should study from Darth Vader.

That's like the ultimate evidence I lost lucidity.

Night of October 2nd 2012

G. The Dream Guide
LUCID
I am in **** city when I gain lucidity. I drop to the floor and lick the red, sandy bricks. I touch every surface around me and scream out "INCREASE LUCIDITY!" I am on the bridge that connects the malls to the train station when I see G, the friendly school janitor. I say "Hi", but then I have an inkling and I ask "G., are you my dream guide?" to which he responds "Yes." We laugh and embrace.

I remember that I told my friend I'd meet him in dream-Hawaii tonight, so I go about trying to get there. I try willing myself there, but, as usual, closing my eyes is a big mistake - I can hardly pry them open again. I decide instead to fly to Hawaii so I go to the south side of the bridge then fly out across vacant land and railway tracks. I almost lose the dream and I think that I can feel my waking-mouth, but then I imagine the dream back to life. Behind the railway track are some billboard advertisements. I read one; something to do with "ROERS." I fly out over the yellow bank of a hazily impressionistic river which I think I can manipulate with my mind into a Hawaiian beach, but then I WAKE.

Hearts for Hearts
NON-LUCID
I am imprisoned in a female camp with a malicious leader. Inside the bunker with us is a cage which is quite large. Inside it is a large creature, a big cat probably. There is also another person inside, a small black lump, who I believe we (that is, a friend and myself) tried to save. Currently, we're lying in bed talking about some subversive plan or another. The leader catches us whispering and asks us what we were talking about. My friend blurts out "What we're going to wear," as I say "What there'll be to eat." There is obviously some function going on soon. This sunken bunker is coloured in red hues.

We are sent out to the factory where they are harvesting hearts from creatures (humans?) so premature that they look like red tomatoes. I am reminded of the philosophical question of infanticide. There are rows of them, little 10cm high Roma tomatoes with little 4cm hearts glowing in the centre. I place two of these babies in my back pockets and shimmy past the row of people which lines the shelf. I WAKE.

My teacher was giving the class a grade K spelling test but the sheets we wrote it on were the answering sheets. She told us not to cheat but it was hard not to. The text looked like someone had used a pair of scissors to etch it onto a desk or a wall of some sort. THe paper was 3 meters by 3 meters and it was designed to have a beach in the bottom left corner for about a foot then the rest was a forest/jungle except for a wonderful meadow and a big, beautiful mountain.
After some time I heard monkeys calling to one another, it confused me. Then, right before my eyes all my class mates and my teacher turned into monkeys and ran off into the jungle that appeared behind me. It was the same one from the page and I was then left alone on a platform bobbing around out in the choppy waters just off the beach.

I was watching a movie with my mother. It was an abstract, independent horror film. It was disturbing in a very unusual way and it was black and white.

I become a part of the horror movie. I am now the main character.

I'm in a dark room. It's so dark I can't even see the walls. All that I can see is a little girl playing with a doll. But there is something standing behind her. It has long claws and burnt, black skin.

It reaches around her, she screams. The creature crushes the little girl's bones with his strength, and squeezes her until blood begins to drip out of her like a squeezed orange.



His black claws are so long that they encompass her entire body, squeezing every last drip of life out of her.

I am surrounded in the dark by this horrific creature. I run into the darkness.

I witness many deaths from this creature.

I find myself in a small castle. A symphony is playing in the middle of the room. There isn't any audience, just the symphony.

I listen to the man who plays the cello. The sound of his cello reverberates on every wall and comes back to my ears as perfection. He seems to lead the symphony with the melody of his cello.

I sense a change of atmosphere.

I am standing next to the staircase, above the symphony. I had been watching the man with the cello for so long that I had forgotten about the darkness, but felt it again.

I looked to my left and down the stone hallway. For a moment I thought I saw a presence. Things were turning black and white again, and the symphony began to slide their perfect melody into something darker.

"Not the cello player, not the cello player!" I think to myself, longing for whatever is coming to avoid him and his enchanting music.

I don't know where the creature is, but I can sense that it is getting closer.

I hear footsteps to my left. But then I hear them to my right.

I quickly glance to make sure everyone in the symphony is still alive, but when I look back up I see the darkness is beginning to return.

"Not the cello player, not him!" I scream in my mind.

I hear the clawing of the creature's claws against the marble. But I still can't tell where he is. I can feel him approaching. I hear his groan.

He appears below me, having crawled up the staircase's wall.

"It's not him I want, it's you," his raspy dark voice echoes towards me from the lowest layers of hell.

I paralyze in fear.

"And - It's you that is the monster, my dear."

Truth hit me like a bullet. It was me that had killed all of those innocent people, but I blocked that memory from my mind and replaced it with something that I could reason with. Because I had committed crimes only a monster could live with.

"And so I've clawed my way up from hell to drag you back down with me," the angel of darkness sneered.

I immediately woke up and was frozen in heavy sleep paralysis. My room was warping around me.

I slipped back into the darkness and continued to run, darkness chasing darkness.

I woke back up to sleep paralysis and eventually managed to get out of it.

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06:24 AM, Monday 01 October 2012
I am at the mall and I see some boys in a store some out next to a counter. They are being rough and bump each other. The dad scalds them. Then we are outside and they are playing in the dirt. The dad joins them. Then I notice we are all playing in around a giant chocolate cake. It looks like brownies. It was chest high. I take a hand full and taste it. It was dry and little flavor.

02:34 AM, Monday 01 October 2012
Kids trapped in a vortex from Once Upon A Time. Daughter is shrunk in cereal like HISTK. I can hear her voice but not see her.

03:00 AM, Tuesday 02 October 2012
I am driving in heavy snow on a familiar road in Joplin. I come to a strange intersection and see Wurlnan in front. I don't stop in time and slide past him in to the intersection. I wave at Wurlman as I pass him. I maneuver through on coming traffic and get in the middle without getting hit. I try to follow behind wurlman. I can't remember what car he had I was focused on his face as much as possible. Some I get in front of him. Then there is a sudden avalanche. We are no longer in cars. Its more like a hallway that is pack to the ceiling with snow. I dig through the snow and see the rest of the hallway and a bedroom at the end. I turn around and see that my car is now my mattress in RL. I see Wurlman behind me and I shake his hand. I am happy to meet him. I say, "Hi... a..a....aurth..ur?. I feel confused why I called him Aurthur. I say,"Nice to finally meet you". Some dude that living the house says, "I guess you should stay. The powe can be out for weeks in a storm like this."
I say, "Ooooooh nah man. Shitty. But I don't no what else to do. I look at the matress and doorway and I see that it can barley fit. I walk in the bedroom and I see a matress and box springs with no frame. It has a wild and crazy pattern on the sheets like my wife lounging pants. I see my son lying on the bed crying. I say to everyone, "Well it looks like we woke up my infant son."

07:24 AM, Tuesday 02 October 2012
Working out in a gym. Strange looking weights. Not matching up. Just want dumb bells.

11:05 AM, Tuesday 02 October 2012
I am riding my bike really fast. Suddenly the path drops off about 6 feet down. There is a 2 lane road cut through the middle of the hill. I can't stop and think to pull up on my front to land more on my back. I see I'm too high up and will get hurt. I try to turn. I land on solid level ground and lightly flop over on my butt with my bike next to me. I see that I am on the other side and I must have flew over it. I start laughing so hard. "Ha ha... ha ha. I can't believe I just did that. Haha... haha. I Can't wait to tell Krystal at work." I get up and see an old man at a church looking at me. Get back on my bike to show that I am not hurt. (I always have my phone and use an app called endomondo to track my cycling) I look at my phone. This time my app id different. I see points on GPS like google maps markers. One says "OB". I think, "Oh it's OpheliaBlue. She must have been nearby." I think I should go see her at her house but realize she doesn't live anywhere near here. I decide to go into the church to rest. I realize that I am out of breath from riding and should rest after that crazy experience.
Inside the church I see two ministers talking about religion. I can't remember verbatim but they are talking about how they hate 'religionism' being taught. One told the other how at one church someone "ikipikied" him. I laugh to myself. He is talking about speaking in tongues. I think omg they are describing the Pentecostals. I leave and think I want to go to this church later.
I go back outside and see that my back wheel got bent when I landed. The wheel just falls off and I see the rest of the bike falling to peices.


There is something about a woman cop who is a witch. She doesn't know it. She reads minds but in doing so she drains some the essence of people. Another witch is explaining this. We are walking thru a fair. She says, "So many people and they don't know who's coming." I see little boys every where looking at me. They are wearing shades. One has a cup with a open bottom. I have camera and I play with him and growl.

Suddenly I walk through the front door of my house. I see Naomi sitting on the couch. We talk something about a carrier cover for the baby. I say my wife doesn't like that one. I sit on couch next to her but it is odd. Like am slouching and laying down. I see Daisy and she snuggles with her.

I strongly recall two dreams from last night. The first took place in a mall. My wife and I walked through it, looking in the shops and walking down the center hall. We began to argue about something, something not important. I rudely suggested that she... shut up, and she began to go on about whatever it is we were argueing about.
As we continued walking, I caught the eye of a middle aged women in the mall. She looked at my wife while my wife rambled and muttered "Oh stop bein a lil bitch."
I turned the the women seeing that she insulted my wife and began yelling at the top of my lungs, "Know what? %&#@ you %#&@*!" '*%&# you!" "You better shut, the *$&@# up!", and she returned my comment with an attitude, so I walked up and got in her face. I'm not like this in real life, honest. I find that in dreams, my emotions (espeically anger) are amplified and they turn on very swiftly. My wife backed me away and we kept walking through the mall. We went in one of the shops, and walked out it's other entrance, and there the lady was again. She gave me a look, and I yell "%*@% you!" as we walked out of the mall. I didn't know why I was acting out so harshly, but I did know that it felt good. (Sigh)

The next dream was more pleasant. My wife and I had a small garden of flowers. I can't say that these flowers were, "Alive" as a description. Because of course, all flowers are alive. But these flowers, were a bit... 'more alive', if you will. We breathed on them and they moved about, almost snuggling with the other flowers. We began talking to them in gentle voices, routing them on and giving them suggestion to grow. A few of the plants sprouted buds and flowers and gained colors. I grew quite fond of that garden. Hopefully I'll see it again soon.

Off to another dreaming event soon, goodnight Dreamviews!

It's a couple weeks after late to write this... but it's too out-there not to. I don't remember all of the details as freshly as I did when I should have just written this. Anyway, so I'm in this mental ward, but it's more than just a mental ward. It's some kind of prison. The patients are crazy. One of them is constantly at gun-point. If I remember correctly, it was a woman laying on the ground with the back of her head against a wall. I can't remember what she looked like, but it was creepy. At one point I was so freaked out (keep in mind I purposely "act" or "play along" in movie-like dreams such as this because I find it entertaining) that I passed out onto the ground. I woke up to a man licking my face. I (in character, obviously) became creeped out by this. I forget what happened the rest of the time but that's what happens when you delay writing. BAH.

My mind is so messed up, haha.

10.01.2012

Evil Prince of Tennis Shapeshifter (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I woke around 2:41 AM in waking life....

I'm in a round hallway with orange-yellow lights saturating the area, and Prince of tennis players are watching what's outside through the windows. To name a few that I can recall on from the top of my head, there's most of the Seigaku team, most noticeably Fuji, Tezuka, Kawamura, and Oishi.

Kirihara, who is from team Rikkaidai is also there, and there's probably more of various teams there as well, but I can't remember all of them.

Fuji has a towel on his head, and his eyes are opened (that only happens when he gets serious in a tennis match or sees something amazing and tense from watching a match).

Apparently, the Seigaku team and random members in other teams are having a dining out party, and I see Ice tea drinks in the usual Restaurant cups with lemon slices on top of the edge of the cups. Oishi is showing the back of the Seigaku jacket I believe, and there's a digit on one of the long sleeved sides with the number "68".

It seems Oishi declared that this was the average height of the Seigaku members, which is about 2.23097 feet. (What the hell? The shortest regular member there is Echizen, and he's at least like 4-5 feet tall....that's impossible).

I'm mostly watching things in first person perspective, and I'm pretty sure I'm not a spectator floating around, and I get a feeling that there's a poser, or shape-shifter in disguise with a weapon, I can just feel my dream body tingling with negative vibes. I try to avoid this negative frequency, and I warn as many player's as possible that there's a spy/poser/shape-shifter.

I immediately hear gunshots, and Kawamura is preparing to duck, but I don't know why.

Maybe because of the gunshots were coming in his direction. While I'm seeing Kawamura on the floor taking cover, I realize that I have my whole body curled up next to an L-shaped wall (the enemy would have to move over a bit to see what's between the gap).

There's a door to my right, and it has two gray locks on top of each other, and I quickly turn them horizontally and opened the knob to quickly dash out of the door.

The environment outside is similar to my Aunt's in South Carolina, and I go through the small path that would lead to the entrance of her house with the tropical kind of bushes on the sides of the small walkway.

I go to the driveway, and a Black Jaguar car comes out of nowhere from the neighbor's backyard.

It comes onto the driveway somehow, it just magically passes through the small metal wired fence that's like 3-4 feet tall that would lead to the backyard. After the vehicle passes and goes it's own way on the road perpendicular to the driveway, I turn back quickly to see the shape-shifter point a gun at me through an open window.

He fails to shoot me, and I get more tense, and then he tries to shoot again, but he still fails to do so. I try to run, but I'm doing it very slowly, and frankly, it was pretty damn irritating because I have no sort of weaponry on my body, at least one that's apparent. I go to the right side of the road perpendicular to the driveway in this familiar neighborhood of my Aunt's, and the shape-shifter comes out.

He takes the form of a little kid who looks like the toddler version of someone (nicknaming people again) named Mo (a tennis freshmen when I was a sophomore in HS).

He's preparing to ride purple bicycle to get a beach ball with red and white colors (they are forming into a spiral) to hit me. Apparently, he declares to me that the beach ball is explosive, and he rides the bicycle down the small slope on the driveway, and the ball comes right at me, but I quickly dodge it.

Despite me not being able to run quickly, the ball came really slow. He tries to get a few more balls and random objects thrown at me by ramming them with the bicycle, but he fails to do so. I'm still feeling tensed up and can only run very slowly. This is where the dream resets or shifts to another point I believe, and I'm back at the driveway that looks like my Aunt's.

Another car comes out through the backyard of the neighbor's onto to the driveway I'm on, probably the same Black Jaguar with a female inside riding it this time. I remember she had a ponytail, looked like she was Indian, and she had glasses with the black metal rim on the sides.

Mo aims his gun at me again, but he's just making himself the epitome of a Crappy aim. I get to the right side of the road YET again, and Mo this time comes out with a Pit bull by his side. The shape-shifter has a baseball bat in his hand, and the pit bull has a white face and a brown body. It looks like it's about 2 feet tall, and the pit bull gets ready to come at me, but the pit bull betrays Mo and barks and tries to bite him.

Mo gets scared from this, and the pit bull was probably irritated with Mo ordering him around to try and charge at me. The pit bull goes back to focusing on me, but it's still just standing there, slowly walking a few steps and stopping. Mo comes at me, and I stand my ground. I focus on the incoming pit bull and Mo, and Mo comes first.

I grab Mo by his collar (sorry, the kid has a baseball bat and is mostly likely wanting to bash my head with it) and kick him out of the way, and then try to deal with the pit bull.

I managed to get both pushed back far enough to give me ample time to calm down, and I honestly don't know what I did in retaliation to deal with them both, but it must've been extreme.

I slowly elevate my top torso up again from having to bend my back while doing the fighting move that I couldn't see clearly at all, and after that, I woke up with intense feelings, and felt shocking sensations for a while.

Oh and, the 68 cm on Oishi's Jacket from before, that's about 2.23 cm tall, and the pit bull seemed to be around that height, maybe a bit more......WHAT?!??!?!?!

Coincidence or some vague foreshadowing? I don't know.

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10.01.2012

Father Studies for Medical School (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It seems I'm a little child in this dream, something like that, it's really hard to verify this. There's some tennis match being displayed on a very large screen outside, and people from away on the huge grassy hills with other people sitting down are watching the match. The two people sitting down are apparently my parents, I could barely seem them, but their body contours from far away become clearer to identify.

The dream shifts to where my father is hugging me while I'm resting on the right side. He tells me that he has to study hard to get into Medical School...

That's all I can remember, and looooool, he did accounting...nothing related to medical school, at least as far as what he told me. Accounting was at its peak during his time, not medical...pfffffft what a stupid dream.

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10.01.2012

Novak Djokovic takes Statistics course? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a lecture room, and the professor asks if anyone is interested in taking Statistics in the future, probably to replace taking Calculus 3, which is similar to the options I have for Biochemistry in waking life. I raise my hand along with a few other people, and I'm sitting at the section to my left closest to the entrance.

The room is sloped deeply to maximize the number of seats, and someone who looks like Novak Djokovic mentions he's taking Statistics.

Someone asks how he got in it, and he declared that he had to get one of the highest scores, probably from a math placement exam, to get in. I see a value divided by 5 pop into my mind as soon as he declared that.

Then after that, the class goes back to paying attention to the random professor again. Then I realize I'm with a group of three, including myself. A random girl in the corp cadet outfit, which is a faded type of Khaki color, and she has a plump face, most noticeable on her cheeks. She has brown hair where the back side is balled up, and she has a device that looks like an iPad.

She has some weird extensions on it that's on the top and bottom layers, which leaves the rest of the screen available in the middle. The top section seems to be a keyboard type of extension for the iPad counterpart.

The next person in the group is some random dude next to her on the left side. He's chubby, and is wearing a dark blue hoodie jacket, light gray/white shirt underneath, and seems in a passive demeanor overall in class.

I can't remember anything else.

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10.01.2012

No Riding Bicycles in Building (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a class I have to go to that starts around 1:35 PM dream time, and the time now in it was 1:37 PM, and the apartment that I'm in, I could get to the class in maybe 2-3 minutes alone just by running as fast as I can. To be honest, it felt like it could've taken 30 seconds or less to get there, and even faster if I used a bicycle.

I get to class, and fortunately, the quiz or test we were going to have, teacher's assistants were still distributing the exam/quiz packet and Scantrons to fill in the answers for the multiple choice section. The lecture room has white walls, and there's dark blue carpet everything....on the steps to get to the rows of seat and where the professor's desk and and large table were as well.

Again, the class was formatted like that last dream, it was sloped down, to maximize seating arrangement, and I'm looking for a TA (teacher's assistant) who is handing out the blue scantrons, and then wait for them to finish the last row of seats so that can give me an extra one. I head for a random left handed seat all the way to the left side of the room. The room was structured to where it was it was curved, and it reminds me of my current math class room in waking life.

I go down to the seat, and I can't remember what I did next, so I assume there's another dream shift....

I ride my bicycle to get to class somehow, but I'm 1-2 minutes late again, but I don't think the professor cares about anyone being tardy for class. I looked at my Blackberry Curve phone, and realized I'm actually early, so the time changed dramatically from 1:37 PM to 1:07 PM, and then to 1:21 Pm without me doing a reality check.

The room actually had a different professor, but I didn't realize this until later on. She didn't seem to mind me being here, and I saw more students coming in to fill some empty seats for the next time, so I assumed this current class was almost over.

After my class is done, I ride my bicycle again, but inside a building. An old man wearing glasses, has gray hair, and is wearing a dark yellow dress shirt and Khaki pants tells me to not ride in the building. I feel embarrassed by this, and I stopped, and spent around 5-10 seconds lifting my bicycle so I could put it on my right shoulder. I walk like an idiot in front of everyone.

While I'm walking on the black tile flooring in this random building, two people seem to be having a conversation over something behind me, and I started to take interest of what they're trying to say. My audio starts kicking in and augments on their conversation, and I heard words that sounded like they were talking to me, even mocking me.

I get irritated to a point where I stopped, turned around, and told them that I know I shouldn't have had my bicycle in the building to ride on, and wanted them to stop making fun of me. They were two fairly tall African American males that looked like the counterparts to waking life versions that I had for a Comm App class in High School who were basketball players.

One of them immediately told me,

"We're not talking about that...."

And I turned around quick in more shame for me assuming they're talking behind my back, and now I'm going down an escalator with the bicycle. I trip and land on my rear somehow, but I managed to get up, and it's probably because the bicycle made my body out of balance.

It's weird thought, I thought I was holding it just fine when walking.....

Then I meet some person who looks like "Nin" (nicknaming again) in waking life. I don't know why he's here, but I figured I'd be nice to say "Hi" to him before he thinks I'm ignoring him or something..(you know those people that look at you, seeing if you get the same reaction of surprise that you know them as well, but haven't met in a while? Yeah...)

We have a general conversation, and I ask him how's college going for him. He takes a while to answer, and before he could respond, I immediately said his words for him.

"Oh, you just wanted to take some time before you do anything right?" (Meaning he wants to do some kind of other work before he goes to college I'm assuming).

He nods his head, we say our farewells, and I go back to my house to get something to go to another class, probably the same one in this new dream shift....there's an assignment that involves turning my vote on a worksheet, and I needed proper MLA citation, and it doesn't seem I didn't even do the assignment.

Eventually, I get the paper finished, and someone outside of the class before I go in has examined how the class is for me, and they're wearing a fancy suit and motorcycle helmet. I can't see their face at all, and the helmet is white with a black layer to cover their visage. They're resting their back on the wall with their arms folded, and told me that the class shouldn't be too much of a problem for me.

I go into the class, double check the worksheet I had to do with the proper MLA citation, and I can't remember what happens next unfortunately.

That person concealing their face with the bicycle helmet, it reminds me a lot like Light Yagami's father from the Death Note Movie where he wore a bicycle helmet during some small festival....

I know it couldn't have been him, the person felt familiar in terms of their energy signature, but now I'm not so sure....

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10.01.2012

Food in the Kitchen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in my apartment, and it's fairly dark inside. There's food left on the kitchen in various spots. Roast beef cut into circles done by my father I assume because I get an image of him when I see it....it's probably made for sandwiches I guess.

Then later on, I find fried rice in small to-go boxes, two of them, and there are a few ants crawling around.

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10.01.2012

Awesome Asian girl (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I meet an Asian girl who looks like the counterpart in waking life that I had for geometry in High School. She's a positive girl and is open to me, but it seems she wants me to start the introductions and conversations.

She's skinny, has a slight tanned skin, and she has black hair that's a balled up ponytail. I meet her outside some area with brown brick buildings. She looks down on her phone, and she tells me she works 6 side jobs....

I couldn't believe this chick, she's this happy and has 6 side jobs? To the left of me, there's an Asian guy who looks like Tim that I had for tennis class as a Junior, and the girl is still a few feet away from me.

I tell Tim that it must be her free day, because those are a lot of jobs...and I realized I think I should help him go out with her, rather than me taking her out.

I guess what I did was just help him get a date with her, and that's all I remember.

I was standing on a 2nd level balcony of an industrial type building, looking out into a somewhat large empty parking lot. There were several other people on the balcony with me, male and female. Off to the left was a tall brick wall of either the same building or another building, I'm not sure. I became aware of several people having an verbal altercation across the parking lot, straight out from where I was standing. There was a dumpster there, with some boxes and trash bags on the ground because the dumpster was overflowing. The people there were mostly younger, probably in their 20's and 30's, mostly male.

All of us on the balcony were just watching, not really talking or saying anything. The fracas over there was becoming louder and then became violent. Some people had big sticks like thick broom handles and were hitting other people. One of the guys with a stick hit a couple of the trash bags and ripped them open - when he hit them, two of the bags had young children inside of them. One of the children was very young, a toddler that appeared dead. The other bag had an older child about 7-8 years old, female, and I realized she was alive. The man with the stick started to hit the older child. Though the dumpster appeared to be across the parking lot, when the man started hitting the child it was as though the balcony was above the scene somehow. The fellow beside me was quite large, and he leaped over the balcony railing and landed on top of some of the boxes, rolled over on top of the child to protect her from the stick. The man with the stick started hitting this guy and as this happened, a trash truck ran into the dumpster ramming the dumpster and people and trash in front of the dumpster into the brick wall. It now appeared across the lot again as it had before. The entire mass of people, trash, dumpster were all mashed into the wall spilling the children out of their bags, and the man that had leaped from the balcony as well as the guy with the stick were all dead now. All of the other people in the parking lot became more violent to each other, the people on the balcony all went inside of the building. I stood there, shocked at what happened and how fast it had happened.

I don't usually have many risqué dreams, but this one was pretty interesting. ((This contains some slightly mature content, so don't read if you're not comfortable with this, please.))

Night of 9/30/12

["Where is the White Dragon!?"]
I am looking out the window late at night, when I see what appears to be two large dragons fighting high up in the starry sky. As I watch, their fight grows closer and closer to the ground until they are right outside my house. I can now see that one is white with scales and the other is a black-feathered dragon. Both are about as big as the house itself.

The white dragon soon kills her opponent and begins to feast upon him, when she suddenly sees me watching from the window. I don't believe she'll bother attacking me since she has just made a kill, but I am wrong. The dragon sticks her head through the open window and makes a snap at me.

I run to the other end of the house--- she follows. Eventually I am forced to jump out a window and make an escape. The dragon soon follows me, however, eyes glowing bright yellow in the dark.

When I reach the graveyard, I realize that I will never outrun such a massive creature. I stop and wait for her to approach, thinking desperately for a plan. "Don't kill me," I say, "I can be of use to you."

The dragon suddenly transforms into a girl who looks perhaps a bit older than I. "And what exactly do you have to offer me?" she purrs, looking at me in amusement.

I sigh, realizing what she wants. "Myself," I tell her resignedly.

She grins. "Hmm. That sounds like it might just be a good deal. Okay then." She giggles and pulls me forward, lying back on the ground and positioning me on top of her. "Touch me," she orders.

I lift up her shirt and slowly trail my fingers along her smooth stomach while she watches me with an interested expression. After a few moments, she complains that I'm tickling her. Smiling slightly to myself, I deliberately stroke her stomach a few more times before moving my hands a bit higher and kneading her breasts. She closes her eyes and moans.

Before I can take things even further, bright lights suddenly shine all around us. Oh crap.

Apparently the sounds of the dragon fight alarmed the neighborhood, and authorities were sent to deal with the matter. Some of the men present are leaders of an important club I had joined a few hours earlier, and I am somewhat embarrassed to be caught in this situation. I look down at the dragon-girl, chagrined. She seems more alarmed than embarrassed.

I get off of her, and while I am distracted with the leering looks of the moronic men standing beside me, some people (dragon hunters, I believe) grab my dragon-girl and run off with her. As soon as I realize this, I become filled with worry and take off after them. I have to save her!

Some friends of mine are now helping me track the dragon hunters down. They are slowly climbing the side of a building. "Why are you wasting time climbing when this is a dream?" I shout impatiently. "Fly, you idiots!" I leap on top of the building and jump from rooftop to rooftop until I reach some old ruins where I find the hunters.

They are armed to the teeth, while I must rely on my own hands. Soon, however, I manage to kick one of the hunters off the top of the ruins and steal his knife. I then hold one of the others at knife point and yell, "Where is the White Dragon!?" He refuses to answer, so I slit his throat.

Suddenly, I hear dragon like noises to my left, at a large seemingly vacant area where there are chains. I "remember" that the dragon can turn invisible, so I rush past all the other hunters to where she's lying. She reappears, in dragon form. She's lying on her back, bleeding badly from a large wound in her gut.

"It's gonna be okay," I tell her as soothingly as I can manage, gently hugging her massive form. "I'll get you out of here." But she seems to be in a really bad state, and I don't know how I will manage this.

I wake up shortly afterwards.

I'm sitting on my grandparents couch. My uncle is next to me along with the girl I'm dating a another whom in the dream i know. I decide to walk down the hill from there house and find my friend and his brother digging at the turn to the main road. I asked what they were doing and they responded "digging" plain and simple. I walk closer and notice that everywhere they dig there is a bulge of water coming out of the holes. It does not leave the holes but it is very deep and flowing quite rapidly. I fell in one and managed to grab the side of the hole and pull myself out. The water felt weird, very aerated. I walk back up to the house and sit on the table under the tree in the front yard. The girl that i knew in the dream, (note: she was extremely beautiful. Dark brown hair, chestnut eyes, olive skin, and an absolutely perfect body), storms out of the house crying. I try to ask what is wrong and she yells at me saying, "you dont even know how bad your fucking up with me." I say, "im sorry but Krystal was here first and I cant drop her like that." She then responds, "What the hell are you talking about? You and Krystal havnt been together for years and you and you and i have been together for almost 2!" then she walked away and i woke up. looked at the clock and i had only been asleep for an hour.