memorable

Date of Dream: WED 10 JUL - 2019



Dream No. 619 - Two Cowards Of A Feather

I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I seemed to be at this beach-side area in the middle of the night, talking to this guy that owned a restaurant complex. Though to me, this didn’t look like a restaurant complex. The guy mentioned that in order to exit, I had to go down some sort of elevator. As always, I couldn’t do this due to my phobia and so I called out for 18-Volt as I needed help.

18-Volt came in his realistic Game and Wario appearance but this time, he wore a white jacket with yellow stripes, along with matching white tracksuit pants. He hugged me and then walked me up to the elevators. Though when we got close enough to them, 18-Volt actually cowered out himself and backed away. He kept disappearing and then reappearing a few times, but whenever he reappeared, he hugged me again. He and I didn’t end up going down the elevator and the dream scene changed.

It was still night time but he was now carrying me along the beach. Then the scene changed again and I was now sitting on a beach-side cliff with my dad. I can’t remember anything about this dream.



Dream No. 619
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: WED 26 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 616 - A Different Looking Old Volt

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, my family were talking about some sort of medical test that my brother had to get done. My mum said that if the results came back positive, he would have to go to this recovery clinic in Queensland and spend 40 days there. We were all dreading the event but I could tell that my mum was dreading it the worst. At some parts in the dream, it looked as if she almost wanted to cry because we weren’t going to be able to see my brother for a very long time.

Later on, I was still in the house but by myself. As I approached the front room, I saw an old man in there, but he had the exact same gritting smile as the Warioware Gold version of 18-Volt, just with short grey hair, white skin, and wearing a dark blue jumper and jeans. In-fact, he was giving off an energy as if this was actually 18-Volt himself. He was approaching me to hug me but I stopped him. I yelled out to the dream that I wanted to see him in his true African form, and the dream listened and he changed immediately. The hair was still an issue though but after I asked for his “braids”, he got his default, dark hair colour and style with the upper tie.

Once the transformation was finished, he was in his realistic Game & Wario appearance, although he was wearing the same clothes from before, just a short sleeved t-shirt though, and his hair seemed to be straightened. Though he seemed to have a more serious disposition about him now, I came towards him standing in-front of the TV and he put his arms around me for what felt like almost half a minute, it was a really long time. However, when he released me, I still wanted more and so I attempted to go in for a second hug. As I hugged him, his hair seemed to bend in a weird way which I can’t describe. Eventually though, the angle was successful and we ended up enjoying another hug.

The dream scene that changed and I was in some sort of parking lot. 18-Volt wasn’t in the car with me though and so I started calling out for Dreamy WB to help me instead. She unleashed some sort of unique power on various things but ended up missing sometimes. That’s all I can remember about this dream.



Dream No. 616
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB & 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SUN 23 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 615 - Separated Sections

Dream 615 A - Hard To Choose My Lunch
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I seemed to be in the area of my old primary. There was Edward (Ed) B as well; what he was doing exactly was a mystery but it looked like he was providing some sort of training for a certain thing. I wasn’t directly in the scene but I seemed to be on Facebook Messenger and so therefore I was somehow participating in the scene; it was odd as Messenger didn’t function the same way it does in real life. It acted as a live screening program and showed Ed looking serious but also faintly smiling as he was listening to other people’s questions but also seemingly mine even though I wasn’t speaking.

The next dream scene was a sudden transition, or at least, I do not remember the transition. I was now at The Glen Shopping Centre with my brother. He only had one hour for lunch in between his work and so we were trying to find something to eat. This was difficult though as I didn’t know what I wanted and there wasn’t much time. My mum ended up being in the food-court as well but I forgot what she did; I think she helped suggest what I should get; though she sounded neither helpful or spiteful; it was a weird vibe.

The last main scene was playing on Discord, I as a person wasn’t shown at all. I was apparently checking the MNW Discord server after I had woken up from sleep. People had typed things and I noticed that someone had left a “like” reaction over the texts; when I hovered over the icon, I found out that it was none other than Ed himself (EddyB). Though I was cut to notice that he left it on everybody elses’ but mine. I decided to scroll up to see if anything had happened on my past comments and indeed there was one there; I was now overjoyed. Then when I scrolled down, a like had immediately appeared on my newest comment also from Ed.

At the end, there was just a small scene where I seemed to be back in the shopping centre but not with anyone else. There were heaps of elevators around but I thought to myself that I didn’t feel able to go in one yet unless I had someone bigger than me with me. I was trying to visualise 18-Volt, who in the visualisation was wearing a brown short-sleeved t-shirt and denim jeans, holding me. Then the dream truly ended.

Dream 615 B - Terrible Winds
I can’t remember the entirety of this dream. From where I can remember, I was on the grounds of my local primary school again. I was carrying this pink plastic bag around but the weather was really bad outside, skies were dark grey and the wind, a really cold wind, was blowing really harshly. For some reason, I was really freaking out in the weather and was trying to stop the bag from blowing away or if it did, I would anticipate something terrible happening. It now felt like I was in the Twister scene of the Wizard of Oz, although there was no twister around; the bag was being dislodged from my hands.

And soon enough it was. I watched the bag being carried by the wind into the dark and devious sky. I had a feeling like I had let this litter go into the atmosphere but now there was also an extra scary feeling about this dream, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I was extremely scared and in a mode of panic, feeling like I was in some sort of danger, I needed help. I called out but this time, I seemed to be calling out for E----- (Ed) B although he is not a dream guide. I was yelling over the deafening wind, with my hair flying everywhere, “B----! B----!”, he still couldn’t hear me, I yelled again, “E----- B----!”. I paused every now and then, trying to keep the hair out of my face, but kept going until there were results.

EBo had walked into the dream from the lower part of the school and looked like he knew what he was doing. He came straight up to me, saying nothing at all but rather picking me up effortlessly as if he were a substitute for 18-Volt in this instance. This time, he was wearing a red t-shirt with a beige cap, black tracksuits and a pair of runners. I was still terrified by the surrounding weather and so was shaking as I attempted to nudge as close to EBo as possible. Now I was no longer affected by the wind but could still here its extremely loud roar.

18-Volt also then entered the dream and now it was like 18-Volt was portraying Mario and EBo was portraying Luigi. I was looking over at 18-Volt like I wanted to go to him but at the same time, I didn’t want to move as I was comfortable on EBo. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream 615 A
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Dream 615 B
Dream Guide: EBo
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: THU 13 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 614 - Not A Familiar Shopping Centre

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was on the road in my mum’s car and I was planning to take myself to The Glen Shopping Centre to get some McDonald's for breakfast. Usually, in real life, I’d have to tell my mum everywhere I was going but this didn’t seem to be a problem to me in the dream. I turned back around from The Glen though as the intersection to get there was really messy and I couldn’t work it out.

I ended up driving back towards Brandon Park Shopping Centre and that’s where I was going to get my McDonald’s from instead. As I was driving past, I noticed something odd as the shopping centre looked bigger than it does in real life. I soon realise that the dream had added an entire cinema complex to it where as this didn’t exist in real life. There were also sights of some weird restaurants in some unusual locations, both inside and outside. I noticed that my mum and grandma were already walking around the shopping centre and examining the area.

The dream then showed my brother and I across the road in-front of the dentist house. Without me calling, 18-Volt appeared in his realistic Game and Wario appearance while also wearing his green tracksuits and white shoes. He maintained a pleasant closed-mouth smile as he took my brother and I by the hand and walked us across the road. Once we had crossed the road though, I seemed to be by myself again, not knowing where my brother went either. However, I could still feel a sense of 18-Volt’s energy left over, which made me feel good after crossing the road and as if he was looking after us like his own children.

Into the shopping centre I went to check out all the weird placements of things myself. On the top floor, I noticed that there were heaps of elevators around and this made me feel uneasy. I avoided this though and went towards the stairs. As I was going down the stairs, they felt narrow to me and as if only one person could be on each step at a time. I was thinking to myself that they needed to be a bit wider if 18-Volt was to be able to walk next to me. I was then in the food court and noticed that McDonalds was selling popcorn chicken which is what KFC usually sells in real life. I then thought that because of this, KFC would likely be selling a higher quality of chicken than it normally does.

The dream changed scenes and I was in a complex full of elevators again. This time though, 18-Volt’s energy seemed to be really strong again which was a suggestion that he would be ready to help me with elevator practise again soon. The dream then ended.



Dream No. 614
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SUN 9 JUN - 2019



Dream No. 612 - A Grieving Guide

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was in some completely unknown building and was trying to find a way out of it. At the same time, I was trying to summon Dreamy WB in the hope that she could help me find my way out. The dream was not co-operating and she was not appearing at all. Eventually, I found a way to get down via some sort of stairwell but it was in some weird shape.

I asked the dream to change the stairwell to the correct format but this wasn’t working either. The rails would always go on the wrong side and so the stairwell was really de-formatted. I must have had some sort of awareness in this dream as I didn’t stop until I knew it was right. The dream got worse though and now the rails were on the floor with no stairs! It actually looked really scary and I was terrified with what had happened. I thought to myself that I had no other option and decided to make a move before the dream would make things even worse. As scary as it was, I jumped through the bars and closed my eyes, hoping I wouldn’t die and rather, I would make it out of the place alive.

It felt like I was falling for a while but eventually, I found myself outside on a sunny street. Although I was now somewhere safe, I was still felt gutted that Dreamy WB wasn’t coming. Though instead, I looked ahead and noticed that 18-Volt was approaching me, firstly in a slight distortion of his Warioware Gold appearance. My mind had realised that he hadn’t been in dreams for a week and so I actually missed him; I ran up to him and hugged him.

As we hugged, his appearance changed. He now looked like a realistic human being, as if it were an 18-Volt designed for human reality, completely different from his video-game portrayal; he kept the same voice though. He had darker skin with black dreadlocks tied into an upper ponytail. He wore no glasses or headphones either. He was wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt and a black puffer vest over that. The dream didn’t make it clear what he was wearing on the bottom but I think it was black jeans with his normal white running shoes.

We held the hugging position, only turned out slightly, as we walked down the road and enjoyed the scenery around us. As we approached a railroad, with houses starting to look shabbier and more outdated, 18-Volt goes to me, something like, “How bout’ I show you where I lived before I moved to Diamond City?”. From the area we were in and 18-Volt’s in-game bio history, I felt that it was going to be some sort of really old, wrecked house as I looked at one along the way.

He walked me to this yellowish-brick house but it wasn’t turned into rubble like the other house was that we passed earlier. 18-Volt knocked on the door and supposedly his mum answered but to me, she didn’t look like his mum at all; she was some white lady with medium length grey hair. 18-Volt’s “mum” seemed very happy to see me and seemed to know that I had some sort of special connection with 18-Volt even before he introduced me. At the same time, his mum had a look of regret on her face as she sombrely announced that 18-Volt’s father had passed away.

Inside the house, I was then also introduced to 18-Volt’s “grandma”, she was white too… It seemed to me like 18-Volt was adopted into this family. 18-Volt then took me to a small orange couch in the corner of the room and sat down with me. His mum and grandma came and so I moved over, we continued to chat. 18-Volt got up though and I knew why; the fact that his father died had finally gotten to him. Once his mum and grandma also walked off, the realisation hit me that I could be on my own for the rest of the dream; as 18-Volt was mourning over his dad, there now wasn’t anyone to look after me. The intention came back to summon Dreamy WB.

I was on the couch by myself for what seemed like a few minutes and soon, 18-Volt came out of the next room and looked like he had been crying. Although he wasn’t, it looked like he was staring at me, sending some sort of telepathic message that he was now a grieving man; he was trying to communicate something to me. A few seconds after, I became aware that a funeral was taking place very soon.

18-Volt’s extended foster family started to fill the room and I actually ended up interacting with more people. As soon as 18-Volt left the house to go to the funeral, the urge became greater to call Dreamy WB. I said to the guy who I was talking to, “It’s going to sound really weird if this doesn’t work”, which was another way to say to him, “be with me” if I looked like a moron because nothing happened.

There was a response, but it was nowhere near what I expected. Dreamy WB appeared as some sort of playing card… Not a human at all. I knew this was nonsense and that I was not going to get anything better, so I immediately dropped the card and headed outside. I now felt so alone, even having this sense of emptiness and absence to 18-Volt, feeling like there wasn’t a connection with him anymore, or at least not for the rest of this dream.

I see the funeral taking place outside on an open grassed area in front of this large white house. The priest seemed to be walking around with pies in a plate and he was presenting it to people to smell, as if it were like a test of temptation. Then later on in the service, communion was the priest rubbing tomato sauce all over the people, like a symbol of rubbing blood all other them. The priest got to me and he was about to rub the tomato sauce on me, but I only allowed him to do it on my forehead as I didn’t want my clothes getting dirty.

Then I heard music playing and it was a song that I wrote in real life! Because of this, I knew that 18-Volt was still there for me. The dream ended here.



Dream No. 612
Dream Guide: 18-Volt
Lucid?: No

I had a dream where I was in college again wandering around in search of the arcade. I saw a Guitar Hero machine but I really wanted the boxing machine. I had a premonition about a mass shooting on my college campus. I started panicking. I knew I had to inform people and get them to safety but who would believe the premonition of some college kid? I sheepishly start yelling at people whilst running for the nearest safety exit.

My priority is to get home. However, once I am outside the building, I am surrounded by more buildings; no streets that lead to where my car is. I run along side the building in frantic search of maybe a security guard who can call the police.

It is too late though, the gun shots start and screams reverberate throughout the building. I think that maybe I took a wrong exit and wgo back inside the building and duck behind cover. Maybe I need to go THROUGH the building just to find the proper exit. Dream-time passes and now it is night time. I am stuck inside the building with other students who aren't shot to death yet. We are huddled in one of the arcade rooms on the lookout. There are no police or SWAT teams, it is only us on the lookout for the mass shooters - yes plural - who are still at large looking to hunt down and kill each and every one of us.

All of us are scared. Then things got freaky as dreams usually do.

The shooters find us and we all make a break for another area to set up a sort of fort. I notice that I, and others, have superpowers. The shooters also set up a little fort at the opposite end of the hallway between us. I peek around a corner and see who is hunting us:

The Avengers. Yes, Marvel Comics' The Avengers are the mass shooters. Specifically, I see Captain America as he is portrayed in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Black Widow as she is played by Scarlett Johansson.

The survivors and I make up a plan that we need to act fast because along with them having Captain America and Black Widow on their team, they have a young boy who is apparently a world class sniper a la Floyd Lawton from the DC comic-verse. One of us peeks into the hallway and instantly gets murdered by the sniper.

But guess what, I too have a sniper in my hands and also the power of invisibility. I figure this is the part where the dream more or less starts to become lucid. So, I turn invisible and go out into the hallway with my sniper. Gunfire erupts in front and behind me as a distraction. I put the sniper scope to my face and aim for Captain America's head. I shoot him. He falls over.

I see Black Widow too in my sights and shoot her as well. Unfortunately, much to my horror, the rest of the assailants have bum rushed our fort and start slaughtering everyone up close and personal. There is this one man with a katana in his hand which I catch and throw away

A fatter man who is among the survivors chastises me for making a stupid and bold move which gets everyone killed because The Avengers are way too strong. I notice I screwed up, drop my sniper and hold out my hands. As the man continues to yell at me I will that time would reverse. It does.

Those slain rise from the dead; the blood pooling back into their bodies. The debris resets itself but I keep going, I keep turning back time until it is several days prior to the entire ordeal. I turn to a man beside me who is elated at what I just did. I noticed he doesn't have any powers. So I reach out so him and give him some of mine. His body is covered in a black skin and he gains the power of invisibility as well. He asks me who I am.

I tell him I am Spawn.

Some time passes in the dream and this time around we have Captain America inside of a glass prison he can not break out of.

The dream ends.

#534 - DEILD - 12:22AM

I dream I am in bed but there is some light on coming from where the bathroom should be. When I look, I see a back yard with a chain-link fence. I wonder why there is no wall. A security light has come on. I can’t seem to move very well. I try to tell my wife but she’s not very responsive. I look toward the window and see a light coming from there too.
I wake looking at the curtains. I am hallucinating that the curtains don’t look like curtains but a deep dark void into another realm. My eyes focus and I see just curtains. I feel very dreamy still so I naturally and instinctively go into DIELD mode. I really just do it without much thought. I let my body relax as I focus on the spot in my head that seems to allow me to renter the dream world. Almost instantly I get vibration and feel myself detach from my physical body. I become very excited and have to focus on slowing down my breathing and to relax more deeply. After a moment I let my dream body get out of bed.
Everything is very dark and unstable. I try to ground myself with sensation of touch in the dream. I touch everything in the room but it doesn’t help enough. I wake slightly but and focused and determined. I DEILD again. I go back and forth several time between waking and trying to get the dream going. My wife’s lightly snoring is interrupting me and my physical body jerks a few times. Also once, I reach for the door knob but my physical hand moves waking me. I finally let the noise of her snoring go. I accept it and chose to ignore it like I do with the sound of the fan in the room. It’s just a noise that I can tune out. I exit again and this time it try to phase through the wall instead of using the door. This causes a sort of hiccup in the dream that sends me vibrating in and out of the wall until I finally force my way through. I see the living room but I am sent back to waking.
Finally for the last time I exit. It’s still a bit unstable but I slap the walls really hard and I move to the bathroom. This seems to help. The sound is so loud I wonder if there is something hitting the house but I dismiss that thought. I enter the bathroom and everything is bright and clear. I am relieved. I look into the mirror like I always do and notice how distorted and odd my face looks. I feel hyper and extremely happy like I usually do in a lucid dream. I move and dance around and watch my reflection struggle to keep up. I see various bottles and cans of beauty products that my wife uses in waking life. I pick a small unusual looking bottle with blue liquid up. I decide to taste it. I drink all of the contents. The taste is odd but not unpleasant with a bitter alcohol like aftertaste. I look back at my reflection and it’s not moving at all now. It doesn’t even have the bottle in its hand. Next I see a bottle of pink pills. I decide these are lucidity pills that will enhance the dream and make me super lucid. Now I know the title of this dream journal entry. I eat one. It’s mildly sweet. Then I eat a handful. It’s like cotton in my mouth and then it dissolves away.
The dream fades away now and think this pill trick didn’t work very well but no sooner do I think that I find myself in a new location. I am still lucid and standing in a kitchen. I know that I need to keep active to keep the dream going so I start to interact with items. There’s a plastic grocery bag in the sink. I touch it for a second but notice there are dream characters with me. For some reason I decide that I am here to remodel. My wife is next to me and the guy from the pet store in waking life is there. He pulls out the entire kitchen sink and cabinets from the wall. We take a look together and the whole thing is built very oddly. Then I decide the back-splash needs an extra thing with a shelf on it. I think this is a really good idea and I want to remember it when I wake up so maybe I’ll do that in my actual house. Another dream character appears, a woman. I explain the whole thing in great detail and even draw her a little picture. I am still excited and hyper. I am joking around with her in silly ways like a child would. I start looking through the notebook that I drew the shelf on there are random drawing and writings that I can’t make out what it is. I’m still lucid but I think it has slipped at little. After a moment longer of this I wake up again and decide I better go ahead and write my dream down before I forget it.

12/24: Apparently, this dream was a continuation of the events from the dream I had 11 days earlier on the 13th. I believe I was ordered to -- like the characters in the YA fiction writing project I've been working on for the past seven (2012) years, and the revision for the past four (2015) -- take the girl with the turquoise hair with magenta streaks in it to a so-called "meet-up", which can only take place in a public place such as a convention center.

However, here, the dream skips several scenes, and like one I had a couple of months before, I find myself in what appears to be a parking lot -- minus the girl with the emo/scene-like turquoise and magenta-dyed hair. There, I find a lot of teenagers socializing with each other until I stumble across a small group of people, both girls -- one with brown eyes and blonde hair; the other with blue eyes and brown hair. I try to get the name of the latter, but that turns into something even sillier.

"I'll give you a few clues to who I am." The girl with the blue eyes and brown hair responds to me -- though now I don't remember the rest of what she said. Then a few scenes later at a park picnic table, I have the papers the girl from the December 13th dream was looking for, trying to figure out the identity of the character. A few scenes later after a bus ride, I catch up to the girl that I saw outside the convention center in a room that looks like mine in the apartment I currently live in, but the dream ends at 4 A.M. after we exchanged words.

I believe she was a mix between someone I knew since my days at Underwood Elementary (August 1995-June 1997, except I'm 11 days older than she is) and YouTube user 540merlin's teenage (at the time when I watched some of his videos in the 2011-12 year) daughter, Amanda -- and come to think of it, I'm starting to think the character is either the half-sister of the character introduced in the dream I had on December 13th or even could be Cassie from a dream I had three years ago on March 29th. I also believe that she could also bear a striking resemblance to either the Deschanel sisters (Emily and Zooey) or Reese Witherspoon -- when she dyed her hair brown in 2004. I'm also certain the character may have also been in an all-girl rock band, too, as she wore a short blue tank-top. Not sure if the character's personality is similar to or a mix between Canadian singer-songwriter Avril Lavigne and Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams like the December 13th dream character, though.

Once again, as I've said in previous entries, I don't mind getting dreams that remind me of scenes from TV shows and movies or possible scenes to put in my writing projects. I am also still trying to nurture my inner child after yet another rough week. I even tried to recreate the dream character in one of the video games I got as a Christmas present this year (Need for Speed: Heat, PS4 version), right before my indecisive mind had other plans and just HAD to turn it into a creative writing exercise.

With that, I have to wrap this up as I have a big day today -- and it's Christmas. WM86/DFW signing off.

Well not really cool dreams just needed a title. LOL

Jamie dreams

Note: After posting last week, I felt really off and hurt, as if I could sense Jamie's hurt from (as if) reading my dreams. Oops, I'm cutting down on the things that seemed to make her upset in the dreams.

Dream 1: We are in fortnite (really these again). We are building all over the place, she stays some layers above me and is looking down on me like she is mad.

Dream 2: Fortnite again a few days later, Only now she is somehow editing my structures and making me fall.

Dream 3: fornite again Just remember catching up to her as she is phasing through a ramp, but this time she seems okay.

Dream 4: We are having another highschool dream. Jamie places herself in front of me nervously as if to get my attention. I try to interact with her but she's a little shaky.

Dream 4: Just remember we start to hug. good I hope things will get back to normal now. That is if you call this normal.

Youtube

I'm at some youtuber's house, a streamer I watch Byarteer, I watch him because he is the least cringy I guess. Anyway, Just remember me and a few other players at his house... No first me and my brother were flying to the UK to visit him. Anyway he kept sleeping randomly throughout the house. I wanted to leave and at every exit to the house i accidentally woke the guy up and he started yelling at me. Went back to a room and watched other people play squads, I was pretty bored.

Also had a second dream with this guy in it.

Sex Dream

But with a really old ex from like 2006.

thjere were other really vivid dreams i somehow forgot.

I dreamed I was back in school. I had to be around 11 at this time. It was the end of the school-year; a school-year in which afterwards I might not see my friends again. I could feel it in the air and in my body. It was the mood of the entire dream. So I spent most of the dream thinking about saying goodbye to my friends one last time before they get on their bus or in their parent's car never to be seen again. I remember walking past empty lockers and trying to read the scribble on them. I remember standing in the hallway with some of my friends and embracing them. We talked about how it was the end and how we had finally made it. No more school afterwards.

The dream fast-forwards to be waiting in one of the classrooms with other students in anticipation of The Final Bell of the day - of the year - to dismiss us. I leave the classroom before the bell rings and wait in the parking lot. I didn't want to get lost in the crowd of people in a hurry to go home and end up missing saying goodbye to my friends one last time. Suddenly, three police vehicles arrive at the school and men armed with assault rifles hurry out of them and towards the school entrance. There is a loud noise coming from inside. I run behind them until we are all standing at the entrance sealed tight by two large metal doors. I am lucid at this time because for some reason, I have my adult body back and I immediately gesture the police officers to step aside. I use my dream telekinesis to tear the doors open before they can send a hail a bullets through it. I dash inside to see what all the ruckus is about.

There is a young boy also with telekinesis throwing a kind of tantrum and tearing up the entire interior. I use my powers to bring the flying debris to a stand-still and motion on-looking people to please hurry to where they were going. The boy and I have some brief conversation and I mention to him that he should sedated.

The dreams ends.

One thing I regret is that one of my friends in the dream told me their name. I don't remember what it was.

I tried to have a WILD this morning but fell asleep instead, but nevertheless I had a dild upon having a hand rc and realized I'm dreaming, although it was more of a semi lucid state. I knew that I'm dreaming but thats all that I knew, and wasn't really conscious of anything else at this point.
I was outside infront of my house under a large tree. I started to use the force to move the branches around, I finally succeeded. I regained my connection to the force. I felt this intense vibration in my hands, head and in the air as I stretched my hand out to the large branch of tree , it was something special.
Then I thought it's time to do something. So I started to go towards the local mall, for some reason that seemed to be a nice place to experiment around.
On the way out I met with my friend, so we decided to go together there.. First I thought I'd jump on one of the cars to ease our transportation since walking is a bit hectic, especially in a lucid dream.
the place was vacant, it was winter, snow covered the streets. the sky was almost pink . There was some sorts of barricade of cars there, we started to climb through the debris , then we were ambushed by what I suspected to be a krayt dragon, or some sort of dragon ,it was thin but nevertheless big and caused much panic.
I reacted quickly I waved hand signs and blew fire onto the dragon, it seemed to have hurt it and it went away...I was like "damn ,even my fire element ability has came back too!"

After that my lucidity really faded and I lost recall

It is an annoyance and a tragedy that the immediate recollections of our escapades within the kaleidoscopic realm of dreams should vacate our minds with such cruel transience upon our withdrawal therefrom. Indeed, there is nary a dreamer – even among the most deliberate and experienced – who is spared the frustration of awakening from the dream realm with only fragmentary evocations of the awesome experiences they had and the amazing things their half-conscious eyes beheld; and there are fewer still who are spared the woefully common tragedy of awakening to no such remembrances at all, vainly grasping in the darkness for memories already gone. And so, as many diligent dreamers do upon awakening, I set immediately to writing the details of my most recent venture through the dream realm, fervently recording as much as I could before the bulk those precious memories faded into the ether. However, regardless of my efforts, many of the important details surrounding this tale were still lost in memory, not least of which were the details of the inciting event from which this tale would otherwise commence.

Because of this, all I can tell is that certain financial circumstances of an unfortunate sort had brought my mother, my sister, and me within the doleful residence of what is infamously known as a “Corporate City.” I cannot, however, tell the specific details of what forced us to settle into such a municipality. If I was ever made aware of the name of this place, I cannot remember it now and so, I will give it the name, “Avericia.” A fitting designation as you will soon tell.

The city of Avericia would most certainly stand as the ultimate staple of Late Stage Capitalism for Avericia was a place ruled by men of power and relentless greed. The rulers were not politicians of any sort, but corporate elites who reside in high towers and look down upon the working masses with little empathy and cruel indifference. Surrounded by a great wall rivaling that of Jericho, Avericia was home to those unfortunate souls who were subjugated to the whims of those ruthless men by whom they were employed.

At some undetermined point in time, I was treated to a panoramic view of the place. The panorama presented to me a deceptively pleasant skyline superimposed against the iridescent pulchritude of a twilight sky peopled by majestic cumuli decorated with calming shades of pink, orange, and mauve by the setting sun. The outer portion of the radial city boasted a suburban sprawl of asphalt roofs, clean-cut lawns, and lush trees for the viewing pleasure of the residents therein. Peering further towards the city center, I could see a lively metropolis of lights, never-ending festivities, and fanfare beyond imagination. And at the center of it all was a casino of impressive proportion. The exact details of that casino’s architecture are lost to me. All I can say is that its grand aspect had me entranced in a venerable state of awe. Upon initial examination, one would be hard-pressed to find anything wrong with such a beautiful sight and it is that very essence of synthetic beauty that draws wealthy tourists to the fantastical inner parts of that city every year.

After a procession of events that managed to evade remembrance, I found myself driving through the suburbs towards our place of residence. I remember little save a stretch of road that curved slightly through a neighborhood area, and from this up-close perspective, I could see fully the state of dereliction in which this suburban area was left. Houses were run down and defaced with graffiti and lawns were flooded with the foul overflow of neglected septic tanks. I do not remember the specific condition our home was in; I only remember that the place was crowded as there were several families taking up residence there. I slept in that house, not looking forward to the next morning.

I do not remember the events the following morning. I simply recall finding myself on an employee monorail tram towards the inner city where My sister and I were to begin our first shift at the casino. The specifics of our job duties were unclear, we only knew that we were to be doing grunt work with only meager compensation. The dereliction of the outer suburbs home to the impoverished employees contrasted with the pulchritude of the inner city which was home to the wealthy tourists. I do not remember the details of this inner-city; I simply remember being taken by the site of that massive casino at the center of it all, silhouetted in part against the rising sun.

The following events can only be described with a vexing degree of vagueness for it is here that all faculties of my recollection begin to break down. The next thing I recall is standing with my sister and the other employees outside of the employee entrance. It was off to the side, hidden from the public eye, and yet it was impressive in size, up to thirty feet high, as though it were a door for giants! I remember the moments where my sister and I would lament our present situation as we were made to clean the bathrooms. Unfortunately, that is all that I remember about the job itself. Sometime later, I found my half-conscious self floating through a cylindrical chamber illuminated by the firey luminescence of an unknown light source far below which caused the walls of this infernal chamber to glow red. The walls were lined with cavities whose openings were barred, each housing a prisoner. There was little doubt in my mind that I was deep within the annals of Sheol, the abode of the damned whose point of entry was at the base of this casino. How I came to be in this place, I do not know.

I do not remember the reasoning for the internment of the poor people imprisoned within those cavities, but I do recall being tasked with their emancipation. As it turned out, the rulers of this casino, as well as the city surrounding it, were demons and if I wanted to free the poor inmates of Sheol I had to go through the casino and kill each demon, bringing an end to their reign of wickedness and greed. What followed was a series of fantastical happenings of bravery, skill, danger, espionage, and camaraderie. The only demon that I specifically remember fighting was a green naga of tremendous size. One by one the demons fell and as they did, more people began to rise up and join the fight. It was a hard battle, but it was a battle that we were winning.

I wish I could say that fought to the very end. I wish I could say that I was able to free those poor people trapped in Sheol. Alas, I awoke before I could complete my task and so, as far as I know, the captives still suffer and many of the demonic elites responsible for their imprisonment still live.

12/13/19: I had one of the most colorful dreams I could remember, but I wasn't sure if it was either a WILD or an LD. I now seem to have a feeling this was probably an attempt to get me back writing again, as I believe it tried to show a possible scene from my young-adult fiction writing project that I've been working on for the past seven years (post-writing about cars) and revised three years later (FBI/CIA/Interpol, etc.) when I celebrated twenty years of going down the creative writing path (a path I've been going down since starting fourth grade and switching schools in the process).

This dream came right around the one-year anniversary of the two back-to-back dreams I had from December 15-16, 2018 with the girls I tried to say were female equivalents of Lucas and Nathan on One Tree Hill, and they almost made it to my writing project.

Like the dream on December 15th last year, I found myself in a setting eerily similar to Adams Elementary in Cary, North Carolina -- which was once a traditional school that has since converted to a year-round school -- but it was the back of the building of the classroom where Ms. Welch taught her first-grade class that I seemed to remember from the 1994-95 school year (the final year for me to attend) on a sunny and partly cloudy day when outside near the playground, I notice what appears to be a teenage girl who had dyed her hair some sort of a bluish color with pink or hot magenta streaks in possession of what appeared to be either a journal or a three-ring binder, stuffed with a lot of paper. I don't strike a conversation with her or speak to her, and the dream ends at around 4-ish (4 A.M.).

I go back to sleep, and the second act of the dream begins where I'm at a house in what appears to be Cary, and talk with some people about the girl I met, and the dream made no sense whatsoever. I also appear to be in possession of her three-ring binder and her journal and the dream ends when I look through the peephole of a door and find that the girl from the playground/back of the building is at the front door, knowing I took her stuff.

I think I may have gotten this dream after getting an idea for my writing project a few days ago, and it faded out when my daily morning routine started, and I believe I may have dreamed of her between 2003 to 2017. In the waking moments up to at least 10 AM on the 14th, I started to think the character was kind of a mix -- personality-wise -- between Canadian singer-songwriter Avril Lavigne and Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams, with a possible mix of the personalities of two students I used to know -- one at Adams Elementary in 1994-95 (same grade as me, but four months older than me); the other at Southeast Raleigh Magnet High in 2004-05 (that I may have first run into at a movie theater near the State Fairgrounds in 1996-97 when my dad and I went to see Space Jam -- and the student, who was about three or four years younger than me, decided to sit next to me near the front row, and the theater wasn't crowded at all).

Also, the Cary Towne Center -- which some North Carolinians are referring to as a "dead mall" (which I adamantly refuse to believe) -- is across the street from Adams, which, come to think of it, was probably not a good idea to place near a school. I wasn't sure what Town Hall employees and land developers were thinking when they did that -- probably because I wasn't even born yet. And even when I visit the town and have to make a stop at the mall, I seem to have adventures all over the place, thinking I would run into the former since 1997. I even remember taking a field trip to the mall in 2004, nervous about running into the former, when a teacher assured me that she was "still in school". That was also the day I walked into a Hot Topic store for the first time -- May 14th, to be exact. It's also the only mall in Wake County to have the store -- Crabtree Valley Mall and Triangle Town Center in Raleigh (you guessed it) don't.

Anyways, back to the dream -- like many others I received over the past few months -- about children and teenagers -- I believe was trying to tell me about how much I longed for the past, wishing to return to simpler times. I've been meaning to take a break from watching TV game shows and reality competitions for a while to nurture the inner child inside of me, but something inside is keeping me from doing that, also springing up unwanted stress and anxiety problems, including panic attacks. And there could be some things I may have failed to see such as talents I used to have. And I apologize in advance for neglecting my inner child, if that is the case.

And yes, I've had strange dreams about child and teen characters in the past, and this one is no different. I still need to get to work on that writing project -- I celebrate my 25th year on the creative writing path next year.

WM86/DFW signing off.

2019, 12-11



Skyrim: The Slaver Trap

Regular Dream - Video Game / Semi-lucid - Lucid Dream - Notes

I am at a mall with my mother. The fact my mother is coming with me into a mall should have triggered a reality check... she NEVER does that. But it seems normal to me. We go into the mall and start looking around. I have the idea the place is just about to close so we don't have much time. We go into a clothing store and I look to see if there is anything I like that will fit me. Neither my mom nor I find anything in our sizes. We leave and go to a video game / music store. There are both new and used games. I try a demo of a Mario Cart game, but I'm not doing very well. I keep driving off of the road. I start thinking the controller might be broken, because no matter how steady I hold it the car veers off to the right. I leave that and look for my mom. I don't see her. Apparently the game store is open later than the rest of the mall, it is still opening and showing no signs of closing. I go to another demo station. This has a cordless VR headset. I look at the price and cringe, it is almost $2,000. But I can still try the demo! I put the headset on and find I am in Skyrim VR. The graphics look great! I realize there are no controllers, but I can see my hands. My hands are the controllers! I want this sooooo bad... so I get into the demo.

I find I am in Windhelm just outside the Palace of the Kings. I have a quest marker near the main gates to Windhelm, so I hurry to there. Ambarys, the dark elf from the New Gnsis CornerClub is there waiting. What does he want? He's one of the most racist assholes in Windhelm, along with Rolff Stone-Head. When I approach him he says he was about to give up on me coming. I wonder if I could help him get over his racist tendencies. I have decided I need a way to do this that doesn’t involve a fus to the face. That is not very effective. With this in mind, as Ambarys and I leave Windhelm I start singing the song See Who I Am by Within Temptation. “Is it true what they say? Are we too blind to find a way? Fear of the unknown clouds our hearts today. Come into my world, see through my eyes. Try to understand, don't want to lose what we have…” Ambarys asks if I’m now a bard, too? I don’t answer, I just continue. “See who I am, break through the surface. Reach for my hand, let's show them that we can free our minds and find a way. The world is in our hands, this is not the end.” Light energy forms around us and flows through Ambarys. I don’t know what brought him to hate those different than him, but this should help more than a fus to the face.

We soon arrive at an isolated part of the road from Windhelm to Kynesgrove. I tell Ambarys to keep hidden, I’ll go out there and be a traveler to hopefully draw the orc out. Ambarys says if the orc gets me there’s nothing he can do. I say if the orc gets me it will be the orc’s problem, not Ambarys’. It is late afternoon as I walk down the street as if I’m in no particular hurry to get anywhere. I hear someone call for help from behind a bush. I carefully approach and find a male orc leaning on a tree, holding his side. I ask if he is ok. He says a bandit attacked him and he needs help. I get a little closer and he jumps on me. I respond immediately with a fus. FUS-RO-DAH! The orc is launched into the air. He flies out across the road and slams into a tree. He struggles to get up. I tell him I know he is the one who has been kidnapping travelers and selling them as slaves, that ends now. He is pissed and says I won’t live to tell anyone. I ask where he has been taking the slaves he captures. He says he’ll never tell me. I use my telepathy and read it from his mind. I tell him he just did tell me. He pulls out an axe and comes at me. It is too easy to cut him down with my Alex Mercer blade.

I return to Ambarys and ask if he has seen anyone else involved with the slaves. He says no, just the orc. And he only made the one deal with him, he’d never done anything like that before. He seems desperate to make me believe that. He says I have to tell the jarl that. I say my word might not mean a lot since I fus’d said jarl in the face for being rude. He looks shocked and asks what the jarl did… I shrug and say he fus’d me back. Then I start to wonder if I screwed up and will have to load a previous save. Fus’ing Ulfric in the face probably isn’t the best way to get his cooperation, but maybe solving the slave trade issue will make up for it. I tell Ambarys I won’t mention his involvement, but I can’t say that for anyone else. Tell everyone it had to look like he was in on the slave trade to keep from tipping that orc off. And the orc is in multiple pieces, he can’t argue. We are headed back when I wake up.

It all started with a brief paralysis I had. I woke up from it so I thought no LD today either, and went to sleep normally.
The coming dream is hazy for me so I don't remember much. But I know that there was this girl whos presence brought me some kind of peace and for this I started to speculate
that this girl may be god or a form of a higher force, and that I may learn something important from her , so I tried to get near her to talk to her
That's when it started
I found myself at home, figured I woke up , then I went to look out the windows and saw that there are no streets anymore anywhere,
just endless heaps of trash, and endless amount of trash men picking up stuff. Also there was a mild fog .
I didn't become lucid yet, but I found it weird that there are no streets. Then I woke up again, I don't know how many times I woke up, but things got more creepy and grotesque and darker.
And then I ended up in what I call the shadow realm. I kind of became lucid because I realized its morning in real life , but here there was total darkness.
the lights in teh whole house were flickering , giving a deeper orange faint light with a reddish hue , I felt like theres a dark presence in the dream the whole time but nothing turned up.
I went to door to check out the street, it was like in real life but all the lights were off ,so it was just total darkness with a little bit of a faint red light coming from the sky, I could barely see anything.
But I saw that there are shadows 'dancing' all over the street, but none of it attacked me or anything. I quickly closed the door and went back in. I didn't know what to do.
I said that I guess I'm like Alan Wake , stuck in a dream, never knowing if I actually got out or if it's another dream.
𐤏𐤄𐩤𐤐 𐤁ߣ𐩤ߖߖ𐤏 𐤓𐤏𐤓 ߡ 𐤓𐤁𐤓 𐤅ߡ 𐩤ߖߖ 𐤂𐩪ߖ ߡ 𐤓𐩪𐤉ߖ𐤄

I entered the room laid down and tried to wake up
from there on my recall gets bad again
I woke up a few times in another instances of my home , once I woke up for real and then slipped back into the shadow realm then at a point I thought I'm done for, and prayed
and then I finally woke up

It was my first instance of being unable to wake up, it was really weird and scary...