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I had various dreams last night, but I forgot all of them except for this one, which I think I had right before I finally woke up.
I was in my friend's house for some reason. I didn't know which friend it was, however. Apparently I was staying at this house for a sleepover. Suddenly, I wanted to go to my friend, Aaron's house instead. I looked up at my friend's parents, and asked, "Can I go to Aaron's house?"
"But why?" they asked.
"I figured I'd spend an equal amount of time here and there as well. We haven't visited each other in a while, so..."
"What about Logan?" they asked.
Ah. Okay. So this was Logan's house.
"What about him?" I inquired.
Logan's mom frowned. "Tell us about him." It's too bad my dream self didn't notice how odd this statement was.
"Well, he's a great guy, I mean, he's pretty religious too. Does all this stuff for his church, the youth group, things like that."
All of a sudden, Logan's sister walked in, hands on her hips. She looked angry. Something weird about this whole thing was that I've never actually met Logan's family up close in real life, I've only heard about them. So I'm assuming how they looked in the dream wasn't true.
She glared. For the next 5 or so minutes, she lectured me on how people should act in the world, and how they could make their lives better. I took it all in, and it was actually quite useful advice. Afterwards, time seemed to fly, and Logan's sister and I were watching some anime. I then decided to finally go to Aaron's house, and got a glass of water before I did.
Then the dream ended. I'm pretty dismayed I didn't remember the whole talk Logan's sister had with me, because I vaguely remember that what she said was actually pretty true and useful advice.

I remember being at my school. I was outside, along with everyone. There was a small tent arena thing outside where our courtyard was supposed to be. I walked inside and found half the school running around inside the perimeter of the tent.

A woman walked around carrying a small green scanner.
“Ticket?” she asked me.
I looked at her scanner. “Um,” I hesitated. “I don’t have one.”
She sighed. Annoyed, she said to me, “You need to get a ticket at the front lobby. Go. Now.”

I quickly rushed out of there, and headed back inside the school. Heading to the front lobby, I looked around. I only saw these weird boxes full of frozen food and pictures on them. Confused, I went and asked the secretary where I could find the tickets. He was talking to a family when I came in, and looked a bit annoyed when I said,

“Where are the tickets?”
He sighed, and pointed. “Right over there. In the middle.”

That didn’t solve my problem. I walked back out over to the table where the frozen food was. My English teacher just happened to walk by. She was strict so I was afraid to ask her. I did anyways, and she angrily pulled out a box of tickets in the back. “Here.” She said.

I took one, and ran back outside. I entered the arena, but instead of running around in circles, people were fighting. There weren’t as many people here as there was earlier. I learned that as many fights you do, or what you do in that fight, affect how much percentage you get on your ticket. And that percentage affects your test scores or something.

I walked around the arena, looking at who was fighting. Two people that didn’t look familiar, both drew fists. Then they started swinging at each other.

It was my turn. More people started to empty out of the arena. I was paired up against a guy with blonde hair, who looked like he was in the band One Direction. No one was supervising the fights, so we just sat there, gaining percentage by doing nothing. We talked while doing it, and even pushed and lightly punched each other to speed up the process.

Eventually, I heard the people around us starting to count down. “10, 9, 8…”
I ran to the ticket lady, and handed her my ticket. She scanned it, and said, “Thank you.”

The dream sped forward. I was in the mall, walking down the wide hallway surveying the stores. I looked into the window of a particular store. I saw the same blonde haired boy. He smiled at me, and waved. I smiled back.

Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I kept walking and went to the sunglasses store. One of the employees kept trying to set me up with different sunglasses, but I just told her I wanted to look.

Then the dream ended.

...Was the question I faced during my dream, but I'll start from the VERY beginning.

I was with my friend Evan. We had signed up for a debate tournament, and I need to go to one more for the class. We arrive at the tournament (somehow I had the mindset that evan was from a different school, so I didn't know if we could actually be a team according to the debate rules) We go to the main room for our extemp draw. I told him, "Hey, it's my cat time class!" Then I realized that we were from the same school. It wasn't my cat time class either, it was Mrs. Funks from the 7th grade.

He then tells me "Oh shoot..." I ask him "?" He tells me that he didn't sign up for the tournament.... I wake up at this point (really) and decide I would try to re enter. It didn't work so I gave up, but I fell asleep and entered it anyway. I was back home after the tournament. Tomorrow was Friday, I had another tournament to go to on monday. I get to school and go until about 5th hour and I get checked out. I had two bags with me for some reason. I start to walk to the office but stop in the area in front of it. There were rows of people there and they were eating. My shoes were messed up. My heels weren't in them. I got one in but I tried to get the other in without making "a scene" =P I get it in eventually and my mom walks over to me.

We leave out of the doors to where the buses drop people off. We are going to the mall in a nearby city, then coming back home to get ready for my next tournament. We get to the mall and enter a small store with sports stuff. They had small logos and plastic helmets on a wall, so I thought I would check that out. I started look for my favorite team, the Bengals. I found some of there things instantly. Then I found a bengals necklace! It was 10 dollars. My mom gasped and said she would buy it for me. We go to buy it and the cashier says "Just swipe the card and sign" My mom starts to sign. He says "Maam you need to swipe your card first." They start arguing, my mom says she swiped the card (she didn't) and she keeps trying to sign. I end up taking the card and swiping it.

For some reason, my mom gets pretty mad at the store owner. She starts throwing big rubiks cubes all over the small store, and some fabric materials. It goes out into the hall of the mall where other people notice it. The cashier told us to leave... without the necklace =.= For some reason, I really wanted it. So I go back in the store and pick up the mess my mum caused and he gave it to me. I thought to myself "This isn't right. I have to be dreaming. I must have fell asleep on my way up here to the mall." I go back home.

I watch a weird video on youtube. I like and favorite it from some reason. It was uploaded by youtube themselves, and it went against their rules. They were completly changing the website however, to some sort of art thing. I realized again "This just can't be right whatsoever. I had to of fell asleep somewhere. Maybe even before school and I haven't woke up yet. Maybe during school. But I'm pretty sure it was on my way to the mall. I need to wake up.. " I do a reality check just for the heck of it. It doesn't work. Papers fly off my desk unnaturally, which convinces me I have to be dreaming. I force myself to wake up. I was at my dads house (actually awake) where I begun typing this. -sigh- Wasted lucid dream

I remember being in this huge Castle and being a Knight and i see my uncle here i rush to him and he tells me that my brother is trapped inside the dungeon and i should go and rescue him.He leads me to a room with four walls, he mutters some words and a opening appears in the wall of the room we go through it and come across a Big Hall after walking to the end of the Hall i see a door blocked with wood he tears off some of it and creates some room for me to get in.I go inside it and find myself on some stairs, When i look down i see my brother injured and surrounded my wolves and dogs, i also heard noises of slashes and screams, as i got there i saw my brother lying on the ground.I came back out of the small opening to ask my uncle for help but saw that the wear wolves were already there.. As it was day now they were in human form because i had somehow spend a whole night in the dungeon.A fight began and i killed all of them but the most superior as i was about to strike him with my sword my uncle blocked my sword with his hand, his hand drenched in blood.After that the were wolf attacked me several times i blocked with my hand, which was now also covered in blood after that my uncle intervened and i woke up from the shock of it and i saw my hand there was a scar there probably from turning while asleep but it was right there where i thought i had blocked the wolf's fangs and my back hurted like hell.

Hello everybody, I write this journal because my handwrite sucks and i can't write anything readable on my normal diary, moreover i think that sharing dreams can be a good way to deepen the fascinating world of dream...
I don't remember my first LD i've always had them, i had my first OOBE 3 years ago when i was 14 (i've done 2 or 3 step before waking up for the excitement). Since then i had a lot of different experience that i haven't written down so now i recall just the most vivid and important...
I usually have 2 or 3 LD a week, but this week i didn't have anyone. I was reading a book about lucid dreams that explain how to have LD with MILD (i haven't looked for lucid dreaming method before because i've never needed it, but the author said that he had a decisive increase with with MILD)
So last night i've tried it and i succed in but i was too tired and lazy to write it down and now i can remember just fragment. So now i will write down the main dreams i recall .

An extraordinarily vivid and meaningful dream tonight re-awakened my interest in dreaming. I haven't been conscious of my dreams for several years due to physical illness and several other factors. This dream "called" me back to awareness of dreams, and it seemed to invite me back to the dreamworld.

A few hours later, I found this website

My friend and I are walking through a magical city. We're members of the city patrol, and we are patrolling.

As we walk, we see the forces of evil causing trouble and disorder all around the city. We can see the evil forces flying above us in wave after wave.

My friend wants to intervene everywhere, to fight for justice in every case. But not me.

"That's not our job," I say. "We have specific mission objectives and all the chaos around is isn't our problem - it's someone else's."

Under a bridge, we meet two members of a street gang, obviously looking for trouble. I want to just walk on by, but this time I can't stop my friend. Before I can do anything, he confronts them, leaving me to guard the equipment.

They begin to fight and my friend is hopelessly outmatched. I stay with the equipment, my friend runs away, leaving me alone with the two street gang members.

Next the street gang members turn to me. Two young women. The leader begins to fight me, using some kind of kung-fu. I also know kung-fu and I easily block all her attacks.

Then the leader backs off and the junior gang member attacks me. She has little technique, she's just strong and fast. I can't defend against her and she beats me up badly. Then the leader steps forward and we repeat this cycle several times.

Eventually the leader attacks me in a different way. She begins to hit specific pressure points on my body, which causes extreme pain. I can't defend against this. As she hits me, she laughs and explains exactly what she's doing. She's teaching me! And I find that I like her.

Eventually she stops and offers me a choice. Either they will finish the beating and leave me in a bruised heap by the side of the road, or I can join them.

In that moment, I have an epiphany. I realize how narrow-minded and judgmental I've been, with my sense of "right and wrong" and my ideas about "mission objectives." Who's setting those objectives, anyway? These so-called "gang members" are actually freedom fighters! They're fighting against the dictatorship of the mind, into which I've completely bought in. Yes, they do hurt people. But that's just what they have to do - it's the only way to wake people up.

In that moment I decide to join them - I'm awake!

At that point, my son exploded out of bed, waking my wife and me up and ending the dream.

It was a dream of awakening, a message to drop my rigid ideas and judgmentalism, to take a second look at everything, to reconcile the opposing forces within my being.

So my dream starts off at Walmart (Thing about my dreams is that i have many "Dream Locations" When I'm at Walmart in my dreams it's always the same over sized Walmart) Anyway, everything is normal until this evil dude come's from nowhere with a black sword. I here a voice and it's generic like and says "You must take the sword. You are the chosen one." In front of me is a golden silver sword stuck in the ground. The sword is between me and the evil dude( He is about 17 and wearing all black. He has black hair and brown eyes) I run at the sword and everything goes into slow motion. I grab the sword and pull it from the ground. The second i pulled it from the ground i saw a smile cross the guys face and I knew I had made a mistake. He then swung out with his sword in a sweeping motion. This created a wave that knocked me back and threw me into the shelves behind me, but it didn't stop there. The one slash cut into the ground and roof destroying any thing in it's path. It brought up a giant wave of smoke and debris. I couldn't see anything but i could feel the earth quaking under my feet. Then all the smoke cleared and i did a 360 but the guy couldn't be found anywhere. I stand up and apparently am uninjured. Then I notice i crowd is forming around me and they do not look happy. I then realize I'm standing right smack where all the damage begins and...I'm still hold the sword. I begin to see why all the people are giving me bad looks. I start to try and explain but no one will here me and next thing i know i'm in court

The court is basically The People Vs Me and i lose. the judge lets me of easy for some reason and i get house arrest until "He sees fit" I go home which is just like my house only the furniture is different and my room is weird( Of course i don't think so until i wake up) I have a huge bathroom all too myself and i have a roommate and apparently I'm rich and half a lot of stuff. The scene reminds me of something out of a Miyazaki movie. The room looks bright and happy with bright colored clothes everywhere( My roommate is a designer or something) Me bed is round and has lots of quilts on it and is surrounded buy wall dividers. It looks quite cozy. Anyway my parents are pissed and they don't believe me about not destroying Walmart. They, along with my roommate, go some where and I end up alone in the house i cannot leave. I'm not even allowed to go in the yard.

So I'm siting in my room and looking out the window. I see this gigantic hole or cave in the ground. on the inside walls of the hole are thousands of smaller holes. Inside each of the smaller holes are bird nests. The birds are all different shapes, sizes and colors. There are even rainbow colored ones. The whole time I'm thinking " I remember that being there" But at the same time I'm so entranced but how beautiful they are to care. Then I see these big trucks pull up and guys come out and start spraying this purple smoke into the hole. Al the birds start freaking out and i think they are killing them. I can't sit there and watch this so even though I'm not allowed to I jump up and run outside. I yell at them to stop and they give my funny looks and explain they are only trying to get the birds out because the hole is going to collapse. Feeling stupid I head back inside. I get to the back door and see that right beside it is a large aquarium. In this tank is strange looking frogs and turtles of odd color. I was thinking out loud and said "How weird.." One of the turtle turned to me and replied "HOW RUDE!" I was like I turned to go the other way forgetting i was trying to go back inside and saw this black car pull up. Some how I knew whoever was inside was here because I had left the house. I step for and start to say it was all a misunderstanding but stop mid-sentence when I see that the man getting out of the car is none-other than Sylar (From the show Heroes).

First if you don't know who Sylar is then go watch Heroes, He is my favorite bad guy other than Freddy Krueger ( I'm not including Anime villains ) until then the small explanation is he has super powers and he kills people
Second I completely froze when i saw him but only for a moment then turned and rad inside utterly scared for my life. I slam the door behind me and run and hide in the bathroom and lock the door. There is a little slit in the door that you can slide open and see out side for some unknown reason. I look through and watch as my back door flys off it's hinges and hit the wall. The only though that runs through my mind at this point is "shit shit shit Shit Shit SHIT SHIT SHIT" Then he turns and looks straight at the bathroom door and i slam the slit door I'm looking through shut and back way too fast tripping and falling to the ground. The door to the bathroom moves but won't open because it's locked then the door is busted in half. I watch in shock and Sylar enters the room. Then I jump up and run for the window hope to escape but Sylar is to fast and grabs the back of my shirt and throws me to the ground HARD. This knocks the breath out of me and a struggle to get to my feet but he kicks me back down. Using his ability to move things with his mind he flips me and makes it were i can't move and smiles saying "I would say any last words but you don't get any...goodbye" He raises his hand in the oh to familiar motion about to finish me off ( In the show he slices the tops of people heads off with his power by pointing and making a slicing motion) I slam my eyes shut.

That were I wake up...guess i died.

Normal Dream
Lucid Dream

Night 22

This Lucid Dream was the best one I had yet, and one of the most amazing dreams I have ever had, it was really fun . I did not reread them to make fixes so if I messed up some spelling or wording, I'm sorry .

I. I was at my grandfathers house, in his driveway next to his porch, I think my mom was showing someone the house who was interested in buying it. I remember seeing big long works of art like hung up on the railings, they were huge wooden carvings which theme was Christianity. I remember seeing Jesus Christ carved in holding his hands up in a cupping motion holding a star. I am not a christian, but my grandfather was a very peaceful one. I remember my mom walked past me and said “God is merciful. He does forgive you for you sins.” directly to me, and then I woke up.

II. I am taking part in a civil war or something, it was taking place around my house, it was red vs blue just like a video game, but it was real. It wasn't like a modern war, we had old guns that each shot needed to be loaded. I remember walking with a group of men, we were on the blue side, and we come across a small group of red men, we were like 20 feet apart when both of the groups line up in a line. This was a very very scary feeling, being on the front line ready to engage the enemy knowing you might actually die in a matter of moments. It felt so real, I was so scared as both of our captains were yelling "Positions!" i was on the front line and we lay to the ground, "Aim!" my heart was pounding, in a matter of seconds I could be dead, "Fire!". The next thing you hear are gunshots from both sides, I was still alive, but I was frantically trying to grab a bullet out of my pocket to lead my next shot, I get it in and shoot, I see people people falling to the ground with gunshot wounds. I could not get my gun loaded for a third time, so I put my head down and closed my eyes and bullets were flying past me, I just sat there trying to figure out if I was dead or alive. I did not know if I was just so scared I couldn't open my eyes, or I was dead and everything was just black. I have been into situations like this before, and just like those times my dream rewinds to a part at which I am safe, this time I am looking out a my window and see my brother get shot and killed. I remember crying with a friend of mine, I put down my gun and walk out to the other armies captain, I just tell him straight up that I don't want any trouble i just want to ask if I can get my brothers body and bury it myself. He said something like "You have guts coming over here, but yeah, I will allow you to get your brothers body.". I thank him and I noticed that they already buried all of the fallen soldiers, so I am looking around trying to find where they buried him. I could not find him and went back to my side where it was being taken over, so me and my friend just decide it is time to run, we run and run while explosions are happening. The dream ends right around here.

III. I am going to separate this one into parts because it will be easier for me writing it I feel. It is a really long read .

-I am in my middle school basketball court with my class, we were all shooting hoops when my arm was really weak, I could not throw the ball at all. I was really frustrated, but the class ends and while we are walking away I am just thinking “this is crazy, almost like a dream”, at this point I was like “wait, oh wow, this is a dream!” as I say looking around. My dream wasn't fading, but it wasn't as vivid as it could be, so I yell “Increase awareness! Increase lucidity!” and it actually worked a little! At this point I am excited as I never really had a good lucid dream at school, they have usually been taking place in my house, so this was a good change. I had a lot of confidence so I looked up to the basketball rim and raised my arm up and started levitating towards it, I slammed the ball in the net, I never really tried to fly or levitate yet in a dream so it was great when it worked first time. I look at my classmates to see their reaction to this, they noticed by didn't really care that I was levitating lol.

- So after I have just became lucid, I just wanted to explore this world, so I walk out and I am in my middle school entrance, and there are huge windows to the outside world, it was a bright sunny day out which kinda surprised me, I thought it was going to be night like most of my dreams. A part of me wanted to go out and walk around outside, but I decided to stay and walk around the school. So I start walking down the hall and I was now with someone I knew from school, S, so we are talking about something (can't remember) when we get to a class room, she was wanting to play like some sort of hockey game and we sit down and she turns into this strange tv/robot lol, it was a good thing because at this point I think I was falling back into a ND, but after that happened I sat up and continued to explore remembering it was a dream. When I left the class, it felt like I was in a maze, there were dozens of doors, and I could not find the way out, it was like a school/hospital because there was a middle desk with a nurse/teacher sitting behind it. I go to open a door, I think it was an exit, and she says something to me to help me, I forgot what it was, but I was like “oh yeah, thanks!” as my subconscious just helped me again retain lucidity.

- So I walk back out into the hall, and it was like a school merged with a mall now, there were a lot of people just walking around and going about their business. I walk to this entrance to what looked like a huge restaurant, the lady at the front gave me this flyer that was purple and white, I had a very hard time reading it as the words were changing, at first it said something about Taco Bell, but then they changes to something else. So then I just left and continued on, I walk out into the hall where a friend of mince came up to me and I knew right there that he wants to help me and he wasn't an ordinary DC. We were talking when I ask
“Do you think you could come back and help me become lucid in future dreams?”
He looked at me and said “Umm, sure, we are all just an effect anyway.”
I wanted to make sure he understood what I said so I was like “So you can?”.
He replied “Yeah, but there are some who still do not trust you, but I do not see any problem with it, just don't hurt anyone or do anything stupid”
At this point I was like hmm, some people don't trust me? But I remember saying thanks and continuing on with him.

- This part is crazy, but kind of hilarious, so as we were walking we get into this huge open areas, kind of like a mall cafeteria and Morgan Freeman comes up to me. All of these people who have came up to me have been helping me, he starts talking about the dream and our current location, it was like so strange, and he also said how some people here still did not trust me. So we are talking and then he was like, “Watch out, he comes Santa Claus.” I was like “What?” and I turn and look and here is some long bearded man dressed up like Santa coming right at us, he grabs some dude right beside us and I was thinking this was a dream so I raised my hand and made gun noises hoping a gun would appear in my hand, but it did not work. That is when Morgan Freeman pulls my arm down and says that I did it wrong, that if I wanted to do that I needed picture what happens before it actually happens. I thanked him and was like, “oh, alright.”, and I remember just leaving that area right after as I really didn't want to get into all of this craziness, so I walked off to go explore. I was back at my middle school and it felt like I was trapped there, I found myself at the start of the dream where I was outside of the gym, so I turn and walk through the school, but I found myself at the gym entrance once again, I was like stop trolling me dream lol.

-So I walk out into the hall again where I see a ton of people just sitting around, I remember pointing at each one I recognized from RL, and was saying “I know you, I know you, I know you...” to each one. There was one person who replied and said “I know you too.”, and I continue to do this and I walk into a room, and it was actually my living room now, I recognize someone I knew from school, and looks to another DC and says “I do not trust this guy.” I was tired of hearing how people did not trust me so I look at him and say “Alright, why do you not trust me then?”
He said something like, “Because you are now knowledgeable on how to do this.” I knew he was referring to Lucid Dreaming.
I reply kind of laughing “Wait, so you don't trust me because I now know how to come here.” or something like that.
It looks like he doesn't know just what to say, and he said something like “Well.. Kinda.”

-Alright, now at this point I felt like the dream was going to end soon since it felt like I was in there forever, so I realized I was back at my house I wanted to do one more thing, walk through the closet mirror in my room . I walk out to the bottom of my stairs and I was like, I should fly up the stairs so I tried to fly like before, but it did not work this time around , so I just walked up the stairs. I seen my cat on the ground and I walked right past her to my room. I get in front of my mirror and look at my reflection, I have heard you can look really strange and I did, my face was like changing shapes and my body was twitching really fast. I then try to stick my hand through the mirror but it did not work, so I put my face up to the mirror and it still did not work, I was upset it was not working so I decided to try to punch and shatter the mirror to see what would happen. I hit the mirror really hard twice and it would not break, so I shoved my face back into it and I actually went through! It felt cold like a liquid, and it was so strange, everything was black and white and the landscape was of myself, like my nose and my cheek were like mountains. That is when I realized I was in SP in my bed and my eye was open looking down at my face, I could not move and everything was still in black and white. I wanted to get out of SP so I forced myself up and it worked, I got out of my bed excited at the dream I just had and I stood up and did a RC and realized that this was a FA. As soon as I realized it was a FA, I woke up in my real bed.


I am still shocked at how long that LD was, I hope I continue to have LD's every other day!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The boat returns to shore and I walk off, wondering what I’mgoing to do now. I look out and up and the landscape is a total tourist trap. Alarge waterslide dominates the hill in front of me, and I walk towards theamusement park. I don’t recall seeing it before the boat ride but here it is. Iturn around and look to my right and I can see shops and a city hundreds offeet below the hilltop that all this fun is located on. I walk back in thedirection of the boat, or docking area, and I encounter a group of people whoseem especially interested in one man in the center of their group. I recognizehim immediately as James Bond, but he now has long hair which is pulled backinto a ponytail. He appears to be in excellent shape, and slightly taller thanin the movies. His physical age looks like someone in their late 40’s or early50’s who has been taking care of themselves. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I recognize you! You’re James bond! I love your movies! I’dreally just like to…shake your hand.” At first he seems reluctant to shakehands, as though he has been doing it all day, and perhaps he was expecting meto ask for something more. When I don’t request anything else he finally shakesmy hand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While we were outside we are now inside some room where hechanges his outfit slightly, to something more appropriate for outdoors. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me out of the room and to a river, or water chute,where he has me climb behind him on to a jet-ski type of machine, though atfirst I think we’re still on land. We take off at a fast rate of speed and nowwe are on a wide, slow-moving river, headed upstream. The pace is incredibleand I struggle to keep hold and not lose grasp of my camera. The scenery isbeautiful![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We leave the city and the amusement area behind and proceedfurther in to the hills, all of which are lush with greenery. On some, whatappears to be fir trees cover the hillside, and among them hikers and outdoorenthusiasts can be seen enjoying the beautiful landscape. Even more bizarre isthat some hills have snow on them, some are top-covered and some have patchesof snow all the way down to the waterline. I attempt to take several picturesand some come out and some do not. My shutter is working slowly and does notcatch every image timely. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]On my right and in some valley below us we pass a school,and perhaps a church or cemetery, though I never see any graves. It matters not;I’m too busy being in awe of how beautiful and lush Hawaii is. I’m takingpictures left and right, wanting to show everyone back home that Hawaii isnothing like what we see on television. As I understand it, Mr. Bond has brought me up a river and deep in tothe region to show me the real island treasure, something tourists never get tosee.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I understand why people live here, and why it’s one of thecalmest urbanized areas in the nation. I contemplate staying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The ride takes some considerable time, and we pass numeroushills and valleys, all of which are some of the most vivid colors I have everseen. When we at last come to the end of the ride we are on a high hilloverlooking Honolulu. Beyond the city I can see the ocean and the mountainstypically seen in postcards and movies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]James Bond dismounts the vehicle and steps on to a woodendeck and continues on in to what appears to be a motel room or somethingsimilar. I get off the vehicle and look around for a second. We are no longeron water when the ride stops but as I approach the motel area I feel like I ambeside a canal, or on some wharf. The lighting is dim, and the area seems seedyand unsavory, like one might expect from a dark alley in Venice at night orsome fishing community where people shut their doors and windows to avoiddrunken types.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk up to James who is on the sidewalk outside the roomand I suddenly find myself face-to-face with a beautiful young brunette woman,and she stares right in to my eyes. There is an odd mix of attraction and fearin her eyes, and she runs on past me. She is dressed in a pink nightgown thatdoesn’t reach her knees but doesn’t look smutty either.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She disappears around the corner about fifty feet down fromus and James asks me if I want to follow. I nod and he says, “Yeah, you do, Ican tell.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We run to the corner where we last saw her and make anabrupt turn to our right. The hall becomes dark, but it clearly leads up to adoor which I take for a bathroom. “Ha!” I think, we know where she is now, thiswill be easy! [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach for the door and yank it open, but excitement turnsin to shock as I see the woman is held around the neck by a large, surly manwith bad teeth. He is holding a large knife and is clearly upset, and angry atour intrusion. He must be who she was running from and he must have corneredher here, or this is what I believe at the moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a moment of bravado I grab for his wrist, attempting togain control of him and his weapon, but he is faster than I expected and heeasily sidesteps this move. He regains composure and lunges forward with theknife, and I have to duck swiftly to avoid a deep penetrating stab. He pullsback and I start to come up, and again he stabs forward with the knife, and itis pointed right in my face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Easy!” I manage to say. “I don’t want to be stabbed in theface! Calm down!” At this point I realize he has me at a disadvantage and Imust wait for another opportunity. Oddly enough James Bond is nowhere to beseen and I feel abandoned. This is going to be really tough if I have to takeon this guy by myself, and the girl will suffer along with me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am staring down the length of the knife, waiting while theangry man decides what to do. Behind the man is a view of a bathroom across thehall, and this opening is draped with a shower curtain. Behind the curtain andunseen by the angry man I can see James Bond coming up behind him, about tostrike him hard with a blunt object, and my spirits are momentarily lifted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Mr. Bond makes his strike, but somehow the angry man becomesaware of the attack and strikes him in the neck with his knife. He pulls it outand James’ hand immediately goes to the wound. Bright red blood sprays out, andstarts pouring down his neck and shirt as he collapses at my feet. He appearsmortally wounded, and this is when everything seems really grave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at his figure and then kneel down to help him.Something about the whole situation seems really familiar, and though I shouldbe horrified at this scenario I am no longer afraid. In fact, I am amused, andthe whole dream borders on lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding him up slightly from the floor, staring at thebright red blood, and then I lean in and whisper, “You can stop now. I saw allthis on Bourdain.” The familiarity of the situation becomes apparent to me as Irealize this whole scene had once played out on Anthony Bourdain’s show, NoReservations, which airs on the Travel Channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He starts to get up, and he tells the angry man, “You canstop now.” The angry man releases the woman and loses all trace of hostility.The whole scene had been created for my benefit, an amusement made most real. Ihad felt threatened and was prepared to do whatever was necessary to defuse thesituation, up until I realized that Mr. Bond was using a corn-syrup packet toappear like fake blood on his neck.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It was very impressive, and I felt a little bad that I hadended the scene. James walks off and out of the room, slightly dejected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the room, also, and back towards the way wehad come from. I have to descend a stairway to get back down, though it had notbeen there before. Each stair is pastel-colored, pink, blue, and yellow, an oddcolor-scheme.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the bottom of the stairs and to my right is an opendoorway. Inside the doorway is a large drier with its door open, and sittinginside the drier is a beautiful young woman in a medium-dark green outfit,curled up and watching TV. I pass on by but then think perhaps I have hadenough of James Bond and I would rather spend it with the girl in the drier. Iturn around and head back to her and I’m about to ask if I can join her companywhen I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in California, visiting my dad with my son and daughter.We have gone someplace for the day, and have now decided to go look around thebay for scenic moments. We are in Oakland somewhere and come to a pullout, oroverlook, and as we get to the edge we can see the water and all the ships init, including a cargo ship and an aircraft carrier. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad says, “Let’s go take a look!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go down to water level, somehow, possibly by convenientelevator. When we arrive at dock level I can see the port of Oakland on myright side, though it seems to have much less to do with cargo than usual, andall the cargo cranes are not present, only a few remain. Tied to the dock farto my right is an aircraft carrier, towering above us, and loaded with planes.This is the ‘wow’ moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I was young I would walk down to the Navy breakwater inAlameda and watch the carriers from only a few hundred feet away. They were bigand powerful, cities to themselves. When the Naval Air Station closed thecarriers left, along with all the planes and support personnel. I was alwayssad to see them go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m looking at how big and shiny and colorful the aircraftcarrier is and how good the sky looks behind it. It seems the Navy has become alittle progressive with their color schemes and instead of just the plain greyof most ships this carrier has been updated with accents of black and red thatmake the carrier look powerful and swift. I decide I want my film camera instead of mylittle digital, which I left in the car, back up the hill. I tell my dad, “Ireally want my camera; I’m going to go back and get it.” He says, “Yeah, I think I want my camera,too.” He accompanies me back to theelevator and we ride up to get our cameras.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At the top I walk out and I am standing in a dirt parkinglot. The dirt is fine and almost sandy, but not deep. Behind me where thescenic vista was is now a series of shops and other small buildings, none morethan five stories in height. The buildings are mostly made of concrete and lookold. The time is late afternoon and manyof the local workers are emerging, preparing to go home, and some appear toalready be toasted. Many are dressed in sailor outfits, though they don’t seemout of place despite us being some distance from the water. At some point I believe I have a conversationwith one of them.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have come home from California, and I’m happy to be home.Jen is happy we are home also, though my kids don’t seem to be around. Theliving room of the house is different than normal. The structure of the houseis different, the walls have texture, and even the orientation of furniture is changed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walk out the back door with her and our storage room isoff to the left upon exit, and beyond it is a lot of brush. Jen decides tobreak some and starts a small fire in the outdoor fire pit/hearth (which doesnot exist in real life), and I break a few branches myself. Then I realize thatas the fire grows it will burn the plants and dead branches piled above thehearth, and I begin pulling down and breaking the material so it won’t start auncontrolled fire. Jen gives me anexasperated look as I put some branches on and stand them vertically so theywill catch, telling her, “You have to stand them up, like this, to make themcatch fire.” This prompts the eye-rolling from her, and she moves the firearound with a stick. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]We come inside and she is on the far side of the kitchen,handling some task. I am still near the back door which now has a window to theleft of it when facing the back door. This window is not made of glass, or ismissing the glass, and instead has a thick plastic sheet in place, and I feel adraft coming around it. I inspect it more closely and discover it is notattached at the bottom, and pushing on it allows even more cold air to come in.The push also reveals a hidden pocket of snow, collected in the window and notyet melted, which I reach for. The snow is mixed with small leaves and grass,and it’s cold, but fluffy. I turn around to show everyone and a friend of myson is standing there, and he asks, “Is it cold? Can I touch it?” I throw it at him, and it lands on hisjacket. I feel pretty good about this and throw a little more at him, which hetakes in good stride.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I notice by looking out the back window that the fire isgetting high, and needs to be brought down, so I go outside to handle this. Thetrees above the fire are getting singed and one of the trees is actually onfire. These are thin trees, perhaps twelve feet in height at their top, and allare young fruit trees. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head for the water faucet by the back door, turn on thewater to a medium flow, and begin spraying the trees with a mist to extinguishthe fire and protect them, while hopefully not dropping too much on the fire itself.Sadly, I use too much and the fire is diminished to a smoldering heap, but itis still burning and that’s what I wanted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look out the back and now the yard is super-long,perhaps several hundred feet. On the right of the property is a long,chain-link fence, which just ends towards the back of the property. The firehas been moved out to the end of the property, and is in a large tank offiberglass, or heavy plastic, with ports on the side. I run because again thefire is out of control, sending flames and sparks some 25 feet in the air, andI don’t want the attention of the fire department. I turn on the hose, but thistime it is heavier, and longer. I realize that Jen has attached a second hoseto the first one so it can reach all the way to the back of the property. I runwith the sluggish hose filled with water and finally reach the fire pit, but asI arrive the fire is extinguished by several guys hanging out in the back yard.They have put out the fire using a fire-protection system that is mounted alongthe back side of the container. It consists of several vertical supports towhich large buckets are attached, each filled with water. Each bucket is blue,cylindrical in shape, and about two feet wide and four feet tall, and opensfrom the bottom to allow a dousing effect. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The container, or fire pit, is now filled with water whichsloshes back and forth. It is dirty and filled with ash, and one of the guys isin the water, trying to gain his footing. He apparently activated the system,though I wasn’t sure why he was in the pit at the time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I explore the rest of the end of the yard here, and when Ilook towards the house it seems really far away. When I look out away from thehouse I see that the yard ends not far from where the fence ends, and becomes asloped piece of earth which leads to a street where many new homes are beingconstructed. The road is dirty, as is common around construction sites and Ican see the tire tracks of the vehicles in the dust.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my left, when facing out, a house is being constructed,and it appears to be encroaching on my property, and I say, “It was nice ofthem to ask if they could build here.” Suddenly I have doubt in my mind. Didsomeone ask? I can’t recall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From the street a vehicle approaches, turns down the hilland comes towards me. It is not a fancy vehicle, nor new, but the owner ordriver steps out and walks up. He is dressed in white clothes, not quite asuit, but more western in appearance. He walks and talks business.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I want to buy your truck, he tells me.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My truck? I’m not quite sure what he means. I turn aroundand the fire container has become a red truck body, and for some reason this iswhere the fire was built. The truck is old; possibly a late 70’s or early 80’smodel. There is a cab piece, a large bed from the truck, and a hood. Theproportions of all these truck parts are abnormal, possibly three or four timeswhat they would normally be. Despite their large size they are lightweight, andcan be moved easily. I pick up the bed and turn it upside down, and it is now coveringme like a cave. I back out and move the other pieces, to block the yard fromaccess. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s not for sale, I don’t think.” I tell the man.“Besides, it’s not mine. It belongs to Jen.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man dismisses me and starts to walk towards the house,and I tell him to stop. At first he ignores me, and I tell him, “You won’t getanywhere unless you talk to me first.” He is still walking and I hold up myhand and start counting fingers, backwards, “Five, four, three, two…” The man turns around and walks back. “Okay,I’ll listen.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“The truck belongs to Jen, and has been part of the familyfor a long time.” He gives me a sidewaysglance. “I can take you to her but I need to talk to her first.”[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up from my seated position and am about to movetowards the house when I notice a couple of people have walked up, and they areheaded towards the stairway to my right (as I face the back of my house). Theback of the yard has morphed in to a room, and I am perched on the back of asofa which occupies part of an interior room with a fireplace, a large mirror,a couple of tables, and the previously mentioned stairway. The people, whoappear to be teenagers, proceed up and out of sight around a bend in thestairwell. This stairway wasn’t there just moments ago and I realize the house nextdoor has been built surprisingly fast. As I’m pondering its origin anothercouple walks up, a man led by a woman, and she is only wearing panties. She isan attractive women in nearly every way, tall and thin, tan skin, and longbrown hair. Her breasts are exposed, and the man I am with is staring veryintently at her breasts. They have beautiful fullness but her nipples appearinverted, and have the shape of lotus flowers, as If the flesh has beenterribly mutated or mutilated. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She walks by and out of sight up the stairs, and I say, “Didyou see that? Her nipples? They’re all gross!” I’m slightly mad, slightly bewildered,and very confused. “And where do all these people keep coming from? Why arethey in my back yard?!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man had indeed seen her breasts, and had been staring ather with obvious lust on his face as he also stared at her ass. “Letch!” I callhim, and turn away. He seems unfazed by my comment and did not appear botheredby the shape of her nipples.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t dwell on this and I walk back up to my house, whichis either closer now or I skipped over the walking part. To the right of myback door is the back door of another house which has now been built directlyagainst mine, and I say, “What the hell? When did this get here? Why did theybuild so close?” Indeed they are close, and to make it worse both houses now sharethe storage room to my right. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Confused and upset, I walk inside, through the kitchen, andon in to the living room. A party has been going on and there are guests in thekitchen and dining area, which I slip past. In the living room I find Jen, leaningdown in the closet near the front door, rummaging for something. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Honey? There’s a man here to see you. He wants to buy thered truck out back. “ [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She stands up and turns around. We walk into the middle ofthe living room and from nowhere Riley S. appears. He is in his Boy Scoutuniform and is overly cheerful, standing boldly with his hands on his hips,arms bent out to either side. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to introduce the man!” he proudly announces.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]His scout uniform is covered in patches, each about threeinches squared, and these are all his merit badges. Suddenly the man appearsnext to him, and he is dressed similarly, covered in patches and fullyuniformed. He places his hand on Riley’s shoulder and says, “I’ve got this,son.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn to Jen and say, “Here is the man. He wants to buy theirtruck. He is not related to Riley, and is also not part of the Scouts. Oh, andhe’s a letch.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again the man seems unfazed by this and asks if he can buythe truck. In a very pleasant voice Jen tells him it is not for sale, and hasbeen in the family for a long time. It’s special to her, and I begin to wonderwhy she had allowed a fire to be placed in it. Still, it’s not my truck, soit’s none of my business.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I remember looking over all my cassette tapes, with theintention of playing one of them. This is an odd moment in the dream because Irecognize that cassettes are no longer in style, let alone production. Despitethis I am excited to play a tape of good music for…someone. I have the feelingI want to play music for someone but I don’t know who it is now. I am alsoexcited because I am using the cassette player my dad had when I was a kid,which I liked very much. It had lots of buttons and dials, and a VU meter foreach channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I recall, after the house dream, looking through somecomputer files for “The Death File.” I do not recall why I was looking for thisnot what it was connected to but it seemed important. I am standing over acomputer with an older-style monitor that displays yellow-lettering. I amclicking through a list of files and looking for the one I want.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I woke up at 6 A.M. this morning, went to the restroom, drunk some cold water, and went back to bed. I had remembered that Hunt Doc had asked me if I'd return in 12 hours. I had every intention of doing so--I fell asleep.

I'm but a little boy--a clansman with light brown skin--of perhaps 7 to 10 years old. Deep down I knew that I was this "Netelus" person my the old lay, my dream guide, had told me about.

The very first thing I remember was standing before a fully grown elephant. I never dream of elephants, lol. This was most certainly a first. Somehow I got this mammoth to follow me and I led it to a drinking hole so it could indulge itself with some fresh water. I could hear how impressed the other clansmen were at my ability to control this animal without using force or mounting its back. The next I remember is bringing it back the to clearing with the other clansmen.

The clansmen all had light brown skin. They wore cloth around their wastes, some wore belts of bone around their wastes, around their necks, and over their shoulders. As far as I could tell, they were not wearing shirts, hats, or shoes. I am certain I bore similar garments. There were women sitting on logs conversing about stuff and the clothing they wore was very much like what my dream guide was wearing--if she were there, she'd fit right in.

Grandfather

The very next thing I remember is hovering a good ways off the ground with my arms crossed. I was a very, very little boy indeed! And I was so far off the ground, my head stood elevated with that of my grandpa's (Netelus' grandfather). My grandfather stood tall next to me; he wasn't fat at all but he was a very tall and large man with white eye brows and a short, white beard. He bore clothing of white, black, and red, I believe, and a hat of the same color pattern. The impression I got from him was that of a shaman.

I was conversing with one of the clansman and I told them "out of all of our clan's generations, only my grandfather and I had mastered the art of levitation." My grandfather turned to me and asked me what I had told that boy. I told him and he nodded. Even though we spoke English, I know that that was not our actual language.

Symbolic Scene?

The next thing I know, my clansmen are being used as levelers to be placed on stacks of massive tree logs to keep them steady and stable. I believe that this scene is symbolic and represents something important. We were being forced to lay down on stacks of these massive cut tree logs and somebody was placing these huge logs on top of us! What is this?

It was such a horrific sight! I could hear the screams of my clansmen as they were being crushed beneath tree logs. Somehow, I found myself laying upon the stack with the others and a log slowly came down on top of us. I felt the immense pressure squashing me like a pancake; it felt like Death himself was sitting on my back. As I heard more and more clansmen screaming, I thought to myself, "I'll kill them all! (the enemy)."

I was not going to die that way nor was I going to let my people suffer. Enraged, I clenched my teeth and manged to turned my head to get a better view of what was going on. I thought about destroying these logs and the logs that were on top us and coming down stopped, bended at the middle (they nearly broke), and they shot upward off of us. I was going to get up and crush my enemies mercilessly with psychokinesis but I woke up. Funny thing was, I never actually saw the enemy.

I did not go lucid during that dream and I didn't think to ask for the name of our tribe. It just never occurred to me to do so. I will add that to my list of things to do.

Clarity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Oh my gosh. This technique is amazing!
So last night, I woke up after 5 hours of sleep, went to the restroom, then got back in bed. I did about, 5 cycles (If I remember correctly.) Then I got comfortable and did one cycle for some reason. After a few minutes I turned over once more (now on my stomach) and fell asleep.

I woke up.. and my body was completely paralyzed! I could not move. I think I could open my eyes, but I didn't want to! I got really scared (as I always do with SP. T-T). I heard these weird wind sounds in my ears or something, and my body just felt heavy and numb (it was a bit hazy at this part, can't remember much). I just decided, "What the heck, I'm getting out of this!" (I've done this before, and I ended up in a FA) So I tried wriggling my head, then my arms, then my fingers, and finally "broke" out of SP. I lay motionless , still lying on my stomach in my bed. Then I thought to myself, "Crap. I shouldn't have done that." But then I RCed out of reflex, and what do you know, I was in an FA! I got really excited. Still laying on my stomach, I used my arms and "pushed" me out of bed. It was extremely hard to do this. It was like pushing a rusted lever or something (kind of like I was "stuck" to the bed). Then I saw it was dark in my room so I got scared once more (I'm always afraid of seeing scary things in my dreams, like weird shadows and such).

I sat on my bed, looking around in the darkness for my lamp. I shouted, "Light!"
Nothing happened.

I remember that electronics do not work well in dreams, but I turned on the lamp anyway. Light immediately flooded the room. I wanted to see myself in my full body mirror, but was too scared. So I kind of "danced" in front of it to blur my body but see myself in it anyways. I didn't take notice of all the details in my room, I just simply walked into the bathroom and tried to turn on those lights as well. Once I turned it on, the lights shone very dimly. I walked into Sam's room and did the same. Dim.

I shook her awake (at least I think I did), and told her I was dreaming, and to come on with me. She muttered something, but I was too excited to listen to it, and ran out of the room. I stood on my balcony, looking down. It was almost daytime now. I said I would jump off of it. I was afraid I would get hurt. But it was a dream; it couldn't hurt me.

I jumped off of the balcony, landing on my feet. I only felt a mild shock travel up through my legs.

I then walked out our front door, which was a large archway with no door. It was daytime out now. I looked up at the sky, it was clear and crisp. Then I started losing lucidity bit by bit, but I didn't notice. The grass was as green as ever. I saw my mom sweeping the pavement, and my dad was just walking around.

I tried to fly down the steps. Instead, I hovered down them and hit my toe on every single one of them. Since they were brick stairs, it hurt a little. Then I tried to fly around the front yard, but I wasn't making any progress. I tried with all my might to "flap" my arms, but to no avail. Not even if I ran and jumped could I fly.
I gave up and walked over to the side of the house. My house was bigger than usual. I heard my sister, who was outside now. She yelled to me, "Imagine something!"

Good idea. I tried to summon a Lamborghini. Big mistake on my part!

I turned around and visualized what I wanted. A Lamborghini. I wasn't specific, though. I turned around and faced the garage. A really long car, like a limo, was there. It was an ugly shade of green and yellow, and looked like it was made out of coke cans. Ugh.
I tried again, this time it was a longer car, but was an ugly shade of blue. Somehow, the green car had rolled itself down into someone else's driveway.
I tried once more, this time being specific. But it didn't come out as I wanted. A brown car appeared, and it looked like a Model T. I gave up. This was just too hard!

The dream sped forward. I was with a group of people in a grassy field. My lucidity level got even lower, I could hardly control anything. I just had to go along with the story line.
All of a sudden, a nest of "cracker jackers" broke open and swarmed around us. Someone yelled, "Get the powder!" (Apparently, this powder was supposed to ward off cracker jackers) I imagined this white powder. It started raining down from the sky, and the cracker jackers swarmed away. It was kind of like bug spray for mosquitoes I guess. We were careful not to step on the dead ones. They could still sting.

The dream sped forward once more, and I was sitting with a group of people. My lucidity was almost gone now. They were being rude to me. I just walked away, not knowing what to do.

I woke up. I remember going throughout the morning, kind of sad that I didn't have any more time to use the technique in the night, because of school. My mom handed me a piece of a Reese's. I tore the Reese's apart, and it revealed rich peanut butter and chocolate chips! Then the dream faded. I woke up in my bed.

I was paralyzed again! I just decided to really get out of SP now. I did, and I didn't have an FA.
I looked at my clock. All of this happened in less than 2 hours. Wow.

Dream: Don't kill them!
I was at my dad's house. His house was made into some sort of arena, and they were going to kill two innocent people. A little tanned skinned girl, and a tall boy. I don't really remember the most of this dream, I just remember that they weren't really killed. The people in charge of killing them were playing a trick on everyone.

For a Reason I don’t remember I did a reality check, and noticed I could easily breathe through my pinched nose so I immediately became lucid. I did some short stuff in my house (secondary) and I was trying my voice out, it was strange and it did feel more like I was only thinking but after a short moment I already managed to be confident in my voice. I went outside and this time I really prepared for the WWS, it was night and I could see the stars. I focused and took my stance, slammed my palms together and screamed out: “World Severing Seal”, some 2 seconds nothing happened and then I saw something above the clouds and a huge mass of pillars started impacting the ground counterclockwise around me, and the ritual itself indeed made my mental state which was already pretty clear completely clear. They were I guess taller than 100m and mostly orange with a lot of complexions varying with each pillar, they must’ve been around 30.
Then I decided to call for my DG again, so I simply screamed: “DREAM GUIDE!” out into the night in a heaven’s piercing voice, and something happened immediately. What I actually just noticed afterwards is that the sky suddenly turned day bright and the scenery changed as well. What I noticed within the dream is that the earth was trembling for a moment and the one thing I was looking at was this yellow bunch of energy particles starting to accumulate, sounding and looking somewhat similar to the Ultima spell in FF8, I was really excited and a bit cautious about whatever I was looking at, but even through the excitement the lucidity remained perfectly intact. But as I got closer I noticed there were 2 spheres (the other was behind) and they seemed to be out of sync, not allowing whatever was going on to progress. I thought something of how the Rotation of the spheres was a problem and suddenly was emerged in fixing the problem, and I was watching something with a bunch of people, at first it had to do with the spheres and the rotation. From this point on I got distracted and my lucidity started to fade ever so slowly over time. The dream did progress like that for quite a few minutes, and then I was emerged in a really odd game were I had to flip this sensor probe in strange ways and I started to question the reason of that. Then the dream started to fade and the lingering spark of lucidity immediately catches up to it but too late, and that’s how I wake up. Still the moment I type this down I feel really great.

This dream was somewhat long enough to make me forget the first part before doing the RC and there’s a small gap and a few inconsistencies after the RC, like how I know I said something specific, but not what. I’m pretty sure I did the RC for a specific reason as well, unlike in most of my other dreams where I become lucid through an RC.

After over 25 lucid dreams I was questioning how long it would take to finally have my first lucid with a completely free mind and here it was, I even managed to stabilize enough to get excited without impacting my lucidity at all. Though I got distracted again in the end (which was what weakened my stabilization).





On a side note I also had a pretty lascivious dream right before falling back to sleep for the lucid one above.

Spoiler for Random Close Encounter(Strong Sexual Content):

The dream directly started with me having sex with this girl, she had somewhat darker skin but not going in the direction of brown but rather really slightly darker skin, going in the direction of black with a taint of green. The feeling was pretty intense and I actually came which made me wake up. But the way these dreams work neither my bed nor my paints had to suffer from stickiness.

So, I woke up at 6 A.M. this morning, got up, went to the restroom, got a drink of water, and went back to bed (as usual).

The next thing I know, I'm somebody else and I'm in a limousine along with some other students and we're vampires, lol. We traveled through dense woods until we come to a clearing. Up ahead, there's a gate and a servant guy dressed in a suit and hat standing by it waiting for us. As we approach the gate, he opens it and the limo enters the premises. The gate appeared to go all the way around the place but there were no barbed wires or anything lethal attached to it.

I and all of the other students got out and we're looking around and marveling at the mansion that stood before us. I loved the setting because this place was obviously well hidden deep in some woods and there were many other secrets as well that we didn't know about. There were a lot of people doing stuff around the mansion. I'm not sure what exactly. There was a lot of students around the ages of probably 16 - 20.

I went inside the mansion to look around and I met this kid in one of the rooms. I don't know why but I always ask what their names are, lol. It's a bad habit of mine. I said "hello" and he said "hello" but he didn't speak. I just knew he said it. Telepathy? I decided to give it a try. Using just thought, I said "can you hear me?" And he nodded. Then I asked telepathically "what's your name? XD" And he said his name was "Hunt Doc." I asked him again to make sure and I even reversed it. I said "Doc Hunt?" And he said "no, Hunt Doc." I remember that kid was bald and his skin complexion was very, very pale--we were vampires after all.

Before I left, he asked me if I would return in 12 hours. Never had a dream character ask me if I'd return before, let alone one mentioning time.... They never mention time. This a first.... I said "yea, I'll be back." I really liked that place for some reason.

I left that room and went into another. As I opened the door, I saw this young girl with really, really, short blonde hair masturbating on a bed by herself. I was thinking about offering my assistance. I spoke this time, I said "um, excuse me?" She turned over, embarrassed, lol. "How cute," I thought to myself (she probably heard that). I apologized and asked for her name (wtf was I thinking?). I felt as though I knew what her name was. I was thinking it was possibly Medina. As I was trying to ask, my fucking teeth fell out AGAIN, hahahahahaha..... She turned her head and glared at me (I don't think she was mad) and she said "Nerrrrrrddddd....." I got a kick out of that. XD

I was now holding several teeth in the palm of my right hand. This girl must've been my dream guide because this very thing happened when I encountered my dream guide for the very first time (check my Dream Journal). I left the room and found a restroom right down the hall and tried to rinse my mouth out. I wasn't worried because I was certain they'd grow back in a few minutes but I woke up before then. Damn her, haha.....

Total Duration: 50 Minutes

Non-Drean/Comments Dream Lucid

30.03.2011

I am near an old house we lived in. I did the nose RC and went lucid. The dream was very stable, but that's all I recall...

I am in the car in a big square or sth. I randomly did the nose RC again.I got out of the car and managed to stabilise the dream, but that's all I can recall... Pretty fail, I know...
But here's the nice part!!


Today I slept in the couch. In the first 20 minutes I had very vivid images, but I could still hear my brother who was on the laptop. I was not sleeping yet. My brother went to sleep at around 1... After those two lucids I wake up at 5 o'clock. I eat a little cheese, drink some water and go back to sleep... In the couch...
- FA#1: My mother comes to the living room and wakes me up. She tells me to go and sleep in my bed... That's something she normally does, so I just got up, went up the stairs and into my bed...
- FA#2: My father wakes me up by gently shaking me. Now I realise that the previous incident was an FA. I get up and as I walk towards the stairs, he tells me that he woke up and couldn't move... I tell him a little about sleep paralysis and about the FA I just had, and then I walk up the stairs and into me bed...
At 8 o'clock my mother wakes me up! Almost laughing at this, I immediately do the nose RC and finally went to sleep in my bed for real!


- I am in a ship, getting back from vacations, when I see a friend. "Yo, what are you doing here?". I don't remember if he said anything, but he started crying...

- I am in a hotel room with a friend. There is some problem with the window or the door... Water was coming in, a lot of water! My mother showed up to take a look. I then noticed I was naked, so I just wore some pants, not that I seemed to care about it...

- I am at my uni. There are 4 desks. Each one has a secret space behind the pc monitor. I found in one of them two bottles of vodka. Then I saw a guy and girl who work there. I heard them talking about the drinks and then they went to a room which had a sign on its door, "sex"...

- I am at a park, really big and nice. There is a really nice hill which is like it got out of a disney film or sth. I said to someone that it would be great if we played live on that hill. Then someone told us that they are going to make a presentation of the first holograhm here... I went for a walk around. After a while the presentation begins. It was pretty much a fail. It showed some really distorted images of people and the whole holograph thing, was only taking place, inside a big space, in which you were not alowed to go. It looked like those mirrors that distort the view...