memorable

Nerf Tag

I have more tattos than usual. One of the tats I remember having was the wing tattoos on the feet. I have those, one on my chest and 2 more on my legs. I was walking around with my dad and my girl friends mom and they were buying something expernive. Or rather they were paying a big motor cycle gang looking white dude to do something. Right before this my gf's mom told me that they had secret dealings with Mexican drug cartels and that she found mexican gang members sexy. At one point I was sitting down and slouching and my [gut] was reaching up and connecting with my chest and this should've freaked me out more than it did. I kept examining it saying "i'm not fat.." Later on...There is a campus wide game of some sort of tag game. It's not my campus and I am in the future but just 10 years or something. I am judging by he clothes. The campus is super modern looking. So this giant game of tag includes every onas a super soaker looking gun full of nerf footballs with the tails (no actual container to house the balls) in my dream, whenever this would could about, I would dodge the whole event feeling too cool or something like that. We the ultimate game is always preceded by a giant party and I'm seeing all of my old friends there and at one point after being antisocial for one reason I go up to a circle of friends and smack one guy on the ass. He was in the middle of telling a joke and everyone walks away from him because of me. he tells me so. Another friend join me and Bobby and we keep talking about how hot emily is looking tonight.

so the party ends and its time for the game. So I go and hide somewhere so I don't have to play but after a time I want to join. I grab a single nerf football (didn't get a gun) and start running around in the night pelting people with the ball and catching it as it bounces back to me. It's a beautiful show of athleticism and everything's going in slow mo to emphasize how awesome I am at this point. Near the end of the game (I'm eliminating hundreds of people) I head into a tunnel to finish it, get a little over zealous and after killing two guys, smash down one guy's corn dog and steal the other guy's skittles. I'm a dick but I don't know it. I'm stuffing my face full of skittles as they complain to me and we all walk back (them up front and me trailing about 10 ft, not secretively but more so because we weren't friends) to the headquarters of the game. I was shoveling skittles into my mouth, feeling like I was expanding as I did. There were counting our class members out loud then I woke up. I could still taste remnants of the skittles...

I don't remember every detail of the dream since it happened 2 nights ago. However, many details are still fresh in my mind, surprisingly.

I was walking around a hotel hall, with brightly lit lights on the first floor (as I remember seeing the main entrance doors from inside the hotel). I was already inside the hotel when the dream started, also. I recall walking down the hall and hearing a lot of people speaking, like a huge group towards the end of the hall. As I walked through the hallway, there was a desk in the middle, and I saw one of the sales representative managers (a boss) from an old, part-time job I had a few weeks ago. He was sitting down at the desk, talking to a female, albeit enthusiastically.

Later, I found myself going past him. The loud noises disappeared and I found myself in another hallway. There was a window next to the door of one of the rooms (even though I was indoors). I looked into the window; it was tinted. However, I could make out a bed and two people on it with their bedsheets drawn on them. It seemed like a man was having sex with a woman. I quickly looked away, abashed and continued walking down the hall. I passed a few rooms. The doors were closed and the room numbers were all blurry. Otherwise, everything remained brightly lit.

As I walked and walked past these rooms along the hallway, I got to the last room before the staircase. I couldn't enter even though I tried opening it. (In this dream, I assumed that I could walk into any room I wanted, which is strange, I know). I proceeded to the staircase leading...to a previous floor. The handles were gold and the staircase was spiral. Just before I took the first step downwards, I woke up.

I know there was more to this dream but its rather faded. The part I remember most is i was in a dim room, in a bed, and there was a hooded woman with her hands on my head. At first it was supposedly pleasant but as time went on i could tell that she was a witch or satanist, and when i began to say the name of Jesus over and over, her hands began to burn and smoke. I can't remember exactly what she said but it was about how Satan had power and was strong. With each time i said Jesus it became harder for me to say it again. Even as i type this i'm feeling a pressure against my head, and i know it isn't just some 'nightmare' that it could be more...but im grasping at straws on what it means exactly, that im under attack? or that someone is trying to manipulate me?

I was running through a huge city, with some friends 'Courtney' and 'Jordan'. It was very crowded and we had to really work our way through to this tall glass tower. It was kinda built like minecraft buildings...blocky. We were looking for this man 'Mr. Toya' who had gone missing from this city. We made it to a train station where some enemy agents were holding back some trains. We shot them down then took a train straight for the Tower. When we were nearly there, our train driver was shot and the train de-railed. We lost Jordan for the time being, and went ahead with the mission. First part of the mission was to take back some stolen cash. Like in minecraft, I broke blocks on the tower to make a stairway right to the room where the money was being held. There were two enemy agents there whom I shot, then I took the money. I went back down and gave the money to Jordan, he had caught up I guess. He decided to call 'Gavin' to come pick up the cash. I noticed that on Jordan's cell phone, he had Gavin's number, and I thought it was weird because Gavin doesn't have a cell phone in real life.

So Courtney and I went into the tower and looked around for clues as to where Mr. Toya was at. I found some friends -'Dallin, Josh, and Issac'- who said they had heard some activity in the night near this white van at the entrance of the Tower. I met up with Courtney again and we went to look for the van. When we stepped outside, a helicopter came down and dropped a giant magnet on a cable to lift the van away. we tried shooting at it, but it was no use. We concluded that the government was trying to cover something up. Just then a train pulled up and blew up. We knew it was the government, and so we split up and ran. I kept running and the city shifted into some streets in my home town, Division st and some others mostly. I slowed my running when I got to a round about. I took the uniform from an officer. I saw a police man running toward me, so I began to run back toward the Tower. We were running really weirdly, but he assumed I was actually a police man.

We met up with more officers, and they informed me that they were after some terrorists who had stolen money and potentially killed Mr. Toya. We were specifically after this spy, her name being 'Liza'. She was a lower rank agent than me, and so I played along as a police man. We chased her to the Tower, some other agents were trying to stop us, but we shot them. She ran up the stairway I had made into the tower, but when she reached the end of the stairs, she tunneled forward until she broke through the tower. She tried to jump out, but I caught her leg and pulled her back in. We were going to question her, but she was dead when tried to. The officers moved her over the the pile of deceased bodies, and I saw Courtney and Jordan there.

And now for something completely different. I'll increase production quality in the future. This was just a proof of concept.

??.1.2012

A Real Gem (DILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

She looked at me longingly, as I stood from my seat, the crowds still pouring into the stadium around us. Smiling lovingly, I reassure her: ”It’s alright. I’m just leaving to have a bit of fun. These kinds of gigs don’t really appeal to me.”

Like the dear she is, my girlfriend understands immediately and returns my affectionate smile, ”Go on, then.” Finally, with her blessing I take to the air, gliding up, above the crowds, out to the mountaintop. Rich, sapphire skies and lush, emerald trees rise to greet me as I leave the dark, grey, architecture of the stadium below me. I land in the arena for the previous event, a large, rectangular area paneled with planks of polished cypress and other beautiful grains. Briefly, I think back to the highlighter duel, and it’s laser-tag-like shenanigans, but it doesn’t take me long to start having a different kind of fun.

Whipping out a deck of old yu-gi-oh cards, I summon myself a Blue Eyes White Dragon, and sure enough, one appears before my eyes in a brilliant flash of swirling light, but this is no hologram. It’s as real as I am, I muse in wonderment, approaching the beast with an outstretched hand. He, Yes, he, accepts my challenge for control and allows me to jump on his back. Without warning, the dragon ploughs forward and leaps off the mountainside, throwing us both into an ever quickening plunge. I hold on for everything I’m worth as the ground below rushes up to greet me. Yet, I have nothing to fear, for the dragon is as controlled as it is deadly. Before the two of us can become a single, red smear on the rock-face, the diamond-eye’d beauty opens it’s jagged, almost crystalline wings. We’re flying.

What follows is an exhilarating journey, through clouds and rolling plateaus covered in picturesque, jade grass, stone windmills and thatch cottages. It’s all I can do to keep my grip on his smooth, armored back--especially traveling at such speeds--but I manage alright. My reward is the experience of a lifetime: surreal, exhilarating, yet strangely calming. In this moment, I’m at peace with myself and the dreamworld around me.

A few days worth.

Was in yoga class with kara. Rain was teaching the class and Kara gave her a yoga cd to play. Rain kept stopping the class and telling stories. I just wanted to do yoga. People kept telling Kara that they liked her music. I was a little jealous. I was at the yoga studio and the girl that teaches when kris teaches was there. We flirted a little and I sat and wrapped my legs around her. I turned to her And we slowly kissed. I woke.*

I had a wild later where I imagined a scene and was teleported into some house. I kept exploring and stabilizing the dream. It was a house with rainbow type colors. I don't remember too much as I did not write the dream down until later in the night.*


Day 2:
Was in the mountains with everyone. The monks were putting on a show. There were these cool apple fruit drinks that were being served. They were the most delicious drinks I have ever tasted. It looked like we were in the mountains of the gods. Later for some reason I had to be home. I didn't want to leave and felt extremely at peace when at home.*

Day 3:
It was fathers last night and he came to visit. He didn't want to go out and neither did I. We were both tired so he just hung out with us. I met noticing the extra tiredness of myself. Our apartment was completely different too. He went around to check the place out.*

"Nicholai....
Nicholai..." A soft voice melded with the background of the kitchen, over sized by the perception of an infant.
"Nicholai..." This was his name. Who was calling him? Suddenly he thought, suddenly he existed. Now his sole purpose was to discover the one calling him. The voice, the tone, the timber... He knew it. His mother. His mother was the one calling to him. Muscles on his face moved, shaped, morphed themselves collectively to form a smile. He was fond of his mother, he loved her. What child didn't? This new form of ability allowed him to move, to walk, to turn in order to face a hallway where the sound originated. There was the shadowed face of his mother, hidden by forces unknown to him.
"Nicholai..." His mouth was dry and staled with the taste of sand, his eyes burning of salt. The sound of heavy breathing pervaded his sense, it was him. It was his own lungs gasping for air.
"Nicholai..."

Nicholai's eyes opened only to stare down at a moving wall of sand. Immediately he was concerned for his own safety, worried about the sudden disorientated amnesia that faced him. He was being dragged unconsciously. The muscles of his neck screamed for reprieve, but he must look to face the world before him, to know. City blocks lay before him, buildings worn with decades of decaying sand. They were taking him through a ghost town. Who were they? Ignoring the second barrage of messages from his nervous system, he looked to his left to face a large man, heavy built, face covered by a bone mask. The rebels. Memories came back to him slowly. He was now an outcast, meant only to face a short, empty life. Why were they taking him here? Casting as many glances around as he could manage, he noticed one thing, or, one lack of thing: life. The small group of five armed men, not including him, were the only visible inhabitants of this large desert city. Where was everyone?

Feeling came to his ankles suddenly, they were turning. Gaze turned once before him, he noticed they had begun heading towards a small home. Why this one? Five minutes of consciousness and he was already riddled by the complexities he now faced in life. The leading soldier, presumably an officer, dusted off the sand-caked pad to the left of the doorway to reveal a home interface, still gleaming in the sunlight. Pressing his palm to it, a wall of clay fell to the ground in a cloud of puff to reveal a siding door, now open. The group continued onward, carrying their unwilling prisoner inside. There was a damp, pungent smell to the building, only detectable by those who spent large amounts of time out in the dry, desert air. It was the smell of humidity. Nicholai assumed that the building had kept in the water that had evaporated, due to the fact that almost all of the dwellings on this planet were airtight. Oxygen and water were fed in and recycled through a series of underground pipes, smarter than relying on the harsh atmosphere outside.

A soldier on corner duty spoke up quickly, mentioning something about 'them'. Niko turned just enough to see him out of the corner of his eye, catching the movement of the holographic scanner in his hand. An opaque, green-tinted replica of the city floated in mid air, covered in a small portion by red blobs. Niko had seen these portable interfaces before, even used and repaired them, this much he could remember. One fact in particular stuck out in his recollection: red almost always meant bad. Before he could gather more information, screaming sounds of engines rang throughout the home. An aircraft of some kind was outside, and close. Several of the soldiers began speaking at once, and all of them brought their weapons of choice to bear. The leader began giving hand motions to his squads, followed by commands. The group politely ended their jabbering to listen, then did exactly as they were ordered, even the part about dropping Niko, who fell to his knees only to realize he wasn't bound as he had first assumed.

As he shifted his weight in order to run, the door began to creep open. One soldier of a lower rank pointed out the obvious.
"They're here!" Just as the first shot was fired, Niko was on his way to the second room. Scrambling to find a weapon of some sort, he vaguely noted the stove to his left. A kitchen, kitchens meant knives. Quickly coming to the conclusion that they'd be stored, he systematically began ripping drawers from their grottoes, but the dying sounds of the gunfight only a door away meant that he'd run out of time. He turned to face a soldier in the doorway, rifle at the ready. Quickly putting his hands up, Niko did his best to look out of place, which wasn't too difficult.
"I'm not with them, they took me! They beat me!" In his current state, he looked ragged enough for the story to be true. The soldier stepped toward him, still not entirely sure.
"Are you injured?"
"Yes, yes! I need medical attention!" It was working well so far. Niko dared to step towards the soldier, lowering his hands. The man didn't seem to notice.
"You don't look too beat up, I'll need your help. My friend is hurt back there." The soldier turned for just a moment to gesture towards the other room, but it was enough time for him. With a quick step, he had on had under the shoulder of the soldier, pushing him off balance while the other was retrieving the knife on the shoulder-pad of his armor. Within a second, it had been done, but the soldier was fast. By the time Niko managed to get the knife at the ready, the soldier was coming at him.

Niko side-stepped a blow from the butt of the soldier's rifle, only to make a failed lunge at the man's exposed jugular. The knife glanced off of the hardened armor, and his wrist was caught in the man's grasp. Had to give up the knife already. He put his foot between the two of them, pushing off as hard as he could manage with one foot. It sent the soldier tumbling into the other room with the knife, just enough time for one move. Turning to survey his options, the first glance caught a gamble: the last kitchen drawer. Rushing to it, he jerked it open to reveal a full stock of knives. Jackpot. They weren't combat knives, of course, but they would kill all the same. Niko grabbed two at first instinct, both sharp and non-serrated. He faced the door only to experience a bit of deja-vu, the soldier was coming back for more. Niko was on him before he could act, however, reversed blade in his right hand, and the second blade for blocking. The man had given Niko more time earlier, for he had searched and found his ill-used combat knife, and was using it as a deterrent for close-range combat. As Niko neared, the man swiped at him, just grazing his left bicep. Niko punished him for it, though, as he drove the first knife into the left side of the soldier's neck, then the second knife entered under the protection of the armor and the ribcage, puncturing a lung.

After several moments of stillness, as if they were locked in an embrace, the soldier crumpled into a heap, blood leaking slowly onto the floor. Niko went over his weapons, deciding it would be better to take the combat knife and leave the others. It would be hard to carry a trooper's rifle inconspicuously. Niko took a long stare at the still-glowing eyes of the soldier's armor, feeling the rush of adrenaline slip away. Before he began to feel remorseful, he turned and exited the kitchen. Now for the second trooper. Niko wasted no time searching the house for him, he had, without a doubt, attempted to escape the city on foot after seeing his comrade attacked. He guessed that the rebels that had brought him here hadn't survived the initial firefight, and that just made his life a little easier. One last sigh left Niko following a set of footprints, made large by the scout's boots. It wouldn't be difficult to track him down, and maybe he could get to civilization by doing so. He gave one last look at the city, behind him now, before he slid the knife into his boot and carried onward.

Self Esteem

We were skating around some strange place with my friends. There has been a giant recent loss in self esteem for some reason in the whole world. Me and the guys decide to hang out in someone's house which I remember as being pretty well furnished. Since I was the most confident in the group, I had to go get the snacks. Everything is kinda dirty on the way out, I arrive at this guys store. He's a fat middle euro guy behind a glass kind of shield. Asks me what I want and the first thing that I ask for doesn't need to be paid for so then he spends a long time complaining about how I never pay for anything but then I remember that I have to get snacks so I get a shit ton of candy bars and two giant bags of mini resee's and then I poke fun at him "I never buy anything?" we joke and laugh and on the tv a news story comes on about the crisis in the world's loss of self esteem. I found it upon myself that I had to be a hero for the world and have more self esteem than everyone else and somehow save the day.

Rock Fights and Boarding

Was with my mom outside what kinda reminded me of a place near my house. she gets really mad at me so I have to follow her to figure it out. I get on my knees slowly and try to explain my recent anger. She silently brings me on this double decker coach bus which was the local transit in the dream the bus drive is mad at us fr talking forever but the new money system was hard to figure out. the door finally goes through and we go to the mall which is much more grandiose and modern looking than it already is. She walks me to rainforest cafe, all the time I was asking, with no reply what she as doing. So I guess we're gonna have a talk here. Some reason I leave, find the car and drive it back to another neighborhood. I go back to my house, which now i so a really steep hill. There is a strange knife fighting asian guy who wants to kill me. We fight for a while, swing our knives at each other, dealing out heavy blows. I have a "hunting rock" which I know with three good blows to the head will kill hi. Instead I keep aiming for his ribs...i don't want to kill him. I've hit him twice on the head and multiple times in the ribs. I hit him again in the ribs and can hear his ribs crack. He chokes up blood and goes limp. I back up a little and he jumps out. He was only pretending. He comes at me and something in my mind changes the dream is flickering and I was half waking up. I realized that I was dreaming and became lucid. Something about this lucidity was really weird though. The dream was still flickering and fading and I was still slightly waking up but I didn't try to stabilize the dream. He hit me over the head with something and I acknowledged the pain and then ignored it. I give him one more great hit in the ribs. he's done. I think his father was around to pick him up and go. I forget it's a dream...I get out of the house and the down hill looks really good as a long-boading thing. The hill is really traffic-y and cars are going down really fast in waves toward this tol booth thing. I see that my longboard is down there leaning on a tree, when I get back there I realize tha I left something up at the house, I start walking back tot he house but decide I don't need it, look back and my longboard is gone. I freak out for a long time but then my mom drives by and gives me a backpack with my longboard. its some move of reconciliation from an earlier fight. I go down the hill boarding

Herpes

. I'm with this one black girl that I've met, kinda chunky but I'm still diggin her. We back into an alley way get out of the car and into this door. We were in there for a long time and through a window I can see my car. While we're talking I see that a bunch of cars are trying to pass mine but they just stop. They're trying to pass it on both sides but my car is blocking them. I forget it and start making out with the girl in her room (which is a replica of my room). We really start going at it and were both shirtless and kissing all over. Before I take off her underwear I ask if she has herpes and she barely answers and I assume she does and I ask if she's having an outbreak, she says yes pulls down her pants and shows me it. I say I can't do it and go to get dressed. She's noticeably frustrated and angry as I walk around the room and pick up my clothes and put them on. She pulls up her pants while lying on the bed being all pissy. It was weird because there was one second where I looked at her and she was 10 times hotter than before, then it was back to normal. She wasn't ugly, just average. I go outside of the room and see that my car windows have been smashed and the whole car was stripped and pushed to the side so that people could get through. The car weakly starts on the second try but can't stay in park and the emergency break barely works. As I get back out of the car and then back into the house, I can hear her frustrated screams from inside "I get half way 3 times a week but I can't get fucked!!?" I cautiously go back inside telling her about my car and she's mad at me and tells me she can't deal with it now. I accidentally go into another room (which would've been my mom's room) but it was where her dad was sleeping. Also, I could hear one of her parents with the tv on the whole time before this but that was no big deal. The dad, with messy covers drawn over him in the dim room looks at me and says "oh its you, the [something wispy like smoke I think]" I say I am not one of those and try to head back to my car, I want to turn back and say that I lived here before they did but I don't...

I'm going to write a bit longer dream today from the past - the recall still isn't good, but at least I've returned to monophasic sleeping lately.

Mom's Diner - Just Kill Me Already
Date: August 21th, 2009
Lucid: Yes
Method: DILD

I thought I was at home, but there were some guys from the army doing some kind of ice...thingie. There was a pool made of concrete and the guys were pouring ice-cold water into it for it to freeze. For some reason I decided to jump into the water. I didn't feel the coldness, but the water started to freeze and resist my movement right away. I asked the army guys to help me up and luckily they did help me out of the pool. I was wondering whether I should help the guys in this freezing thing they were doing, but then they started talking:
"Have you tasted mom's delicacies yet?"
"Nope."
"Well go have a taste!"

I had changed into army uniform and the place overall resembled the garrison I had been a year earlier in reality. "Mom" was apparently some diner runner there. She seemed to be really liked. She actually looked like one lady that indeed did work in the army in reality. Nobody called her mom though.

Still I had not actually seen her in the dream though (just getting ahead of myself). I was at the door of the place and there was some kind of candle rack (is it said like that?) that I managed to accidentally cause to fall. Actually this resembles again a real-life situation - in the army I did back into a flower stand and the jar where the flower were broke. I guess that embarrassing situation left strong marks into my subconscious. Anyway the "Mom" was there looking at me like I'm some kind of madman. I apologized for tipping that rack over and was relieved that I didn't break anything.

I wandered around the place a bit. There were plenty of free tables, but I didn't find any place where to order anything. I ventured even further and then realized, that the "diner", wasn't any diner but more like a department store. There were a lot of small shops and stuff. For example there was Mom's kiosk, where you could get some food for travel, at least according to it's slogan. I kept zig-zagging the place. Finally I ended up in the other side of the place and went out from there.

People were going to some stadium outside. It resembled Berlin's Olympic Stadium, at least according to my notes, even though I have no idea what Berlin's Olympic Stadium looks like. The place was shutting down because Mom was going there. I gotta say that all of the people just talking about this mom made me very curious.

I went back into the "diner"/department store and looked for the kiosk. I planned to buy couple of chocolate bars to at least have something to eat, even if not Mom's acclaimed food. But no, the place was just shutting down. One of my former classmates was there gathering up things. What, he now works there? My brain works in a fucked up way sometimes... I felt like stealing the chocolate bars, because of this unfortunately timed closing time, but I ended up deciding against it.

That was when I realized, that I had been in the store for a long time. I started to wonder whether I should be back with the dudes at the concrete pool who were doing the freezing shit. Wow, amazing consistency in my dreams. This is the kind of dreams I'd like to enjoy while lucid, dreams where everything holds together, is logical and stays consistent. Too much to ask for, I guess.

Because even while this wasn't yet lucid, the logic and consistency of it sort of died right there. I went out of the store and where was I? At the local community center's front yard. I realized that this wasn't possible. Lucidity was inevitable at that point. The dream also (unsuprisingly) really started to lose it's quality.

There's a road going in front of it and I saw multiple trucks coming there. They really drove in wildly and had the trucks slide sideways because of turning too much, etc. Some tough-looking dudes came out of the trucks when they finally had stopped. The gang surrounded me. They were armed with assault rifles, though hilariously some of them had that red end that toy guns have at the end of the barrels.

They started acting all tough on me. Me being lucid I had zero fear, so I just acted tough back. Shame I don't remember the dialogue exactly. He was pointing his rifle at me and I just dared him to shoot me. I really pushed him. I ordered him to shoot me. I wanted to die. Yet he just kept threatening, instead of doing it. I realized he was not going to do it unless I do something more drastic.

I grabbed one of his gang members under my arm and threatened him. "Unless you shoot me, your friend is gonna suffer!"

Instead of shooting me like any sane thug would have done, he just reversed it. He said that my friend is gonna die if I don't stop - and as "my friend" he referred to the guy I had just grabbed. What the fuck? That's the worst illogicality I've ever seen in a dream. Dude, it's your friend, not mine.

I resiliently kept pissing him off so he finally obliged me and pulled the trigger. The gun just clicked. It was empty. He didn't even have ammo this whole time? What a retard! Besides, this already happened in my earlier dream (I just realized this). I guess empty guns are a dream sign for me. Then again, any guns at all are a dream sign for me. Anyway, I figured that I'm not going to get killed here, so I tried to pull out a gun from my pocket using passive control, just "knowing" it is there. It didn't work.

I tried to throw myself into the ground again as I noticed that the dream was crumbling fast. I ended up into my bed in a false awakening. I did like a million reality checks and by all means I should have realized I was still dreaming, but I still went to the kitchen to look for some more evidence. Too bad I was in a tight timeframe anyway, as I woke up then.

18th

This dream was so real, while I was in it I felt like there was no other life. I was in a pool with this girl and ?I had proposed to her? and we 'loved' each other so... yeah... we did some stuff . The I realised my dad had been watching the whole thing. He asked me if I'd proposed and said he already had a double bed for us. I said to him to please tell me this is a dream, to which he answered: does it look like a dream? I was getting quite upset because if I 'lover's this girl why was I getting ashamed of people knowing what we did? Then my dad got.in the pool and started flirting with her, like he was seeing if she was good enough for me. He said something like: Do you get hiccups just from looking at her?

I woke up (False)

I said, oh finally, ?I knew that was a dream?

Knowing this I went back to sleep and entered the previous dream (I don't know what occurred)

Woke up (Real)

19th

I was having a discussion with someone in mandarin, (I was actually speaking it, quite hesitantly though. I said (in chinese) would you like to learn a new language? (I wanted to teach them English ). We then had a small discussion about how long we had been learning, age, etc. Then he said something I didntbunderstabd and he clarified it in English. I was just thinking, oh hahahaha.

I had to do a math test or something, and when I finished, almost everyone else had left, so I left too. I was just wandering the halls, which looked similar to my school but not the same, and teachers kept walking by, so I stayed near the class I had come out of and tried to look like I was doing something.

As I was about to go through a door a short distance away, I had to stop and wait for two girls to come in first. Both of them were in costumes; the first had a dress but I don't remember who she was, and the second was supposed to be from Star Trek or something. They were older (like 20s) and a bit loud, and they were leading Halloween celebrations at my school. I went out the door, and they came out shortly after. I noticed several more people in costumes. The first girl said, "Halloween starts tomorrow!" I realized it was the last day of September, and Halloween events were going to be all through October.

I was in the lobby of the school then, and in front of me, there was a huge pink 'swirl' going all along the lobby and down into another area. It was made out of a slightly shiny fuzzy hot pink fabric, stuffed, and maybe 3 feet tall. It circled around the centre of the lobby and curled downwards into an absolutely enormous space which I 'remembered' was a stage. I considered asking someone if I could just walk down to it, because I wanted to see what it would be like to stand there. I wasn't sure if you were supposed to walk on the fabric, but I stood next to it petting it for a while.

The costumed girls got everyone out of class a few minutes later, and started a sort of parade around the school, with quite a few people in costumes. Still standing by the fabric thing, I was sort of caught in the middle of it all, so I stepped out and hung back so I could just stay at the back of it and not be noticed. My friend J and a guy who looked around 12 wearing a red t-shirt ran in front of me. They were next to each other, and both tried to run through a small space next to a pillar at the same time, but J crushed him against the pillar, and there was a loud, horrible sounding CRACK, which I knew(?) was his back breaking. The guy fell over all floppy. I was shocked and ran backwards a couple metres, with the fleeting thought that I was too close and I didn't want anyone to think I was involved. I turned back around and saw everyone had stopped and he was still lying there. Someone yelled, "Did you kill him?!" Someone else said, "Yes." I thought he was dead, but he suddenly tried to get up. He got about halfway up, before stumbling and falling over again sideways. He was silent. I was just saying "oh my god oh my god oh my god" quietly.

I went over to J and tried to say I was sorry that had happened. Her face looked unconcerned. I started, "Sorry.." and she said, "For what? I didn't do it." I tried to say "Well I know, I just meant.." but again she interrupted me, yelling, "I DIDN'T DO IT." She shoved me to the ground and pinned my arms down. At that moment, I could see a 3DS screen in the corner of my vision that was connected to this happening somehow. She said something along the lines of, "Round one of our fight...shall I start it?" I was kind of scared but mostly really really confused. She hit my face lightly. I was still trying to tell her what I'd meant, but she wouldn't listen. I closed my eyes, and she started prying one open with her fingers. I was scared she was going to do something to it. I was saying or maybe just thinking, "what the ACTUAL FUCK J" and she was just like, "Shall I hit you?" and punched me lightly on the left cheek again.

The 3DS kept being like "YOU SHOULD SUMMON A DOG" but I knew I didn't have a dog in the game. I tried to summon a dog anyway with my mind, and after a few tries, one appeared. I'm not sure if it appeared in 'real life' (of the dream) but it showed up on the 'screen' which was just overlaid on my vision, and I knew J could see it somehow. Then the system said "Your dog was not trained enough, but it brought you a treat!" and I saw it eating a football shaped treat. I said "Hahah, well that sure helped..." to J, trying to laugh it off. I was trying to get her off me when I woke up.


I dunno what to title this...it was really weird and kinda disturbing. J is also a very nice person IWL.

Visions scattered assorted group
I was with a few friends, one familiar the other two not.
I knew we were working together to determine exactly when the others would arrive
We were part of the few set to the task of proving they were coming
Time passed and our excitement grew until one day the mood had changed
Even though we all had discovered the arrival and we knew the time was close, no one seemed as excited as me for the news
My best friend who I shared most of my liking with was put off
No one would acknowledge this most wonderful thing had occurred
Something is not right
The feeling is off, familiar yet set apart
She who was with me sensed that I was no longer deceived
I knew then my companions were not mine alone
They weren't coming, they were already here
Discovering we were close to the truth they came prerequisite
She informed me our truth was yet to grow
And I needed to see what was here
She pulled out some device and called forth for transport
All looking up I saw the black dot appear in the sky
Growing larger with more definition it was coming to us flat and faster than free fall
My heart raced with the potential of approaching experience
Not slowing I had no time to react before the disc plopped hard against the earths crust, like a coin hitting the surface flat
Leaving our equipment we crossed the road towards this metallic craft which was empty and ready for our load
Getting in it felt as if each seat was fitted for one, just enough for all of us
There were lap seat belts which seemed more aesthetic than functional
Before I could comprehend where I was, I was there
Inside of some great room
Metallic and streamline with overtones of blue and grey
Everything seemed with purpose and beings scattered about the place in what appeared to be booths coupled threes and fours
It was made known to me they looked exactly how they wanted us to see them
My companions were no more and I felt rejoined
I was to meet the leader
Every other creature had the appearance of one of 4 humans
As if they all shared from only 4 templates
If I stared too long at any one the image would blur and they became someone else, still one of the four
Their leader was tall and distinct
A familiar and welcoming appearance he was covered in a metallic blueish bodysuit
It continued up one side of his neck connecting to one slightly over-sized eye
Hiss appearance was human, with certain forgivings
The eye was veined with a neon blue
The other was normal and warm as he grinned
Black soft curly hair that stood on end was littered with white and bright blue highlights
His name was Zerg and he asked me to walk with him
Feeling as though I was walking across a cafeteria
We approached a two seated booth
He said I must have questions,
and he would do his best to assist my position
As he slid into his seat I could barely contain my excitement for the coming revelations
Lowering myself onto my side I witnessed his lips moving beginning some great prologue,
there was no sound
And I awoke.

WILD attempt #5
Awake: I look over to my alarm clock. 3:30 A.M?! I was supposed to be awake at 1:00 A.M. I roll on my back, I'm not wide awake, but I'm not groggy either, maybe I should try a WILD anyway. I do. I turn on my NatureSpace app, I put it on infinite ocean, and lie on my side.
HH and HJ: The first sign that I'm getting somewhere are the hypnic jerks. I get these around my legs, and a couple times on my back. I lie for awhile longer. My thoughts dwell a little but never enough to get me out of it. After awhile something happens that has never happened before. I see these white rings suddenly fly towards me, they're very blurred, like the green lights in my previous HH, but they also give me a light headed feeling. It's as if I'm flying through them. These go away and I don't feel anything except the occasional jerk. I'm still without the numbness and heaviness i get in my legs and arms. I think I need to relax more and meditate less.
Awake: After 33 minutes I call it a quits and go to non-lucid sleep.

Some kind of Paradise
Non-Lucid: I'm walking on a stone road. With me are Natasha (friend) and Charlie (Not so much my friend), there may have been someone else but I paid them no attention. It's an absolutely beautiful summer day out, but where we are I don't know. It's some Skyrim-esque terrain, lot's of mountains, but no snow. Just perfect, my dreamland. We come across a small house, and would you believe, it's that god damn Russian/gypsy lady again! Only a glimpse, and I'm not 100% sure it is here, but I think it is. (I sure hope she isn't my dream sign). Next to a house is a huge change in the path. 90 degrees to be exact, no problem though. We climb up it without a sinch, except for me at the top. Charlie offers me his hand to help me up (in real life I would get over the ridge easily but in the dream I was struggling) I reach for it but he doesn't give it to me. Natasha doesn't notice, and after a minute he helps me up. It's a beautiful sight up here, To our left is a small bay, to our right, mountains and plains and ahead, ocean. There's one lone sailboat in the bay, and the water is calm. My subconscious decides it wants charlie gone, he's out of the dream. Me Natasha, and this other guy (I believe to be Natasha/Charlies friend Connor, nice guy) lie down. I crack a joke, they laugh, and she come up with some witty response. For some reason (Maybe we were called by someone) we get up and hop off the little cliff we're on and walk back the way we came. I wish this dream could have lasted longer, but that's where it ends.

Look out below!
Non-Lucid: I'm in the passenger seat. It's night time and the driver is speeding down a street in the city. "He is driving like a nut" I think to myself. Ahead is a highway entrance, the driver hits the side of it (those large cinder barriers are on the side) and we fly off into the sky. It's like some kind of physics bug from GTA. I ask him what happening to his car. No response. I repeat myself. Still no response. We land in the river. The guy finally says he will call emergency services. I panic and ask what river this is. Is there a waterfall in it? He says yes, oh man, we're screwed, game over man. Then this natural river suddenly transforms into some kind of theme park river. I jump onto the side where there are wooden boards holind up some images for people on the other side to see. I climb down to the end of the ride, my friend and the police are waiting for me. The dream ends.

Persuasive Monsters
Non-lucid: I'm in a library. I'm taking some kind of lesson, it must be with computers because we all have laptops. The guy sitting in front of me is Connor (Different Connor, I've gotten into physical fights with this one in the past). He turns around and says something, I get angry and retort. One thing leads to another and we are both steaming, both ready to throw the first punch. The teacher, a balding guy with a soul patch, asks me to move. I go to a booth in the corner, there are some other girls there. Little did I know that these girls are vampires! They throw me some pitch about how great it is to be a vampire, and all of the cool things you can do. Time zooms forward, I'm in a hallway. Two of the vampire girls are there along with a normal human. It's some induction ceremony, all you have to do it chew a jawbreaker sized piece of gum and a smoked chocolate doughnut (My Subconscious is a weirdo). The human girls put the gum in her mouth to reveal grotesque, black teeth with huge fangs. Halfway through the doughnut I remember that I don't want to be a vampire. The two vampire girls go off about a guy who once didn't finish the ceremony like me, and that now he cries blood everyday. At this point my alarm goes off (thank god)

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~Most of the dreams iv had prior to the dram journal always seem to have some sort of strong poetic justice, and strong, sexual, and explicit conduct, always with back ground music , or recited poetry underlining in the back ground as if im being guided by some sort of deep higher being, and always leaves me feeling as if im meant to discover something more beautiful, and natural about my self and the world....followed by an intense feeling of sadness and loneliness...and a deep need to make love and and let out bottled up passion...~

~The first ting that comes to mind when i think of my dreams is the reoccurring dream i have had off and on for months now,( the strongest reason for starting the dream journal.) It always has the man with out a face..the man who i feel deep , deep lust for... in these dreams...who only comes to me in my dreams...He makes great love to me , exploring all of the sexually stimulating areas of my body (leaving out sexually explicit detales), and all of the greatest ways, better than i think i could possibly imagine.... although this may seem sensual and sexy for me at the time of the dream....i always wake up thinking of the man with no face...wandering who this man is ...i always wake up remembering, how hot and dramatically sexy he has made me feel...and a strong feeling of lust and longing for him, a man with no face ,that i do not know...
This is the reason i want to be able to become more lucid in my dreams.....and ive even thought that perhaps i may be heaving a shared dream with someone....whatever the case may be, im desperately seeking answers, and control....~

17th of January
22nd LD
Dream.Lucid.Comments/awake

Something about some talent show, I got a sudden urge to run through a dark forest at night. I had a flashlight with me. The forest contained a bears and wolfs, but I just ran past them, even jumped over one of the wolfs. Finally after running for 5 minutes, I arrived to a backyard. The backyard looked exactly like mine. Suddenly two wolves charged towards me, but I started kicking them, then I leaped over them. An afro-american man came to the scene with a chainsaw, but somehow he knew why I kicked his dogs. (The wolves were his dogs) He dropped the chainsaw and laughed, then I suddenly knew it was a dream. Well did a little stabilising, then I (for no reason) pushed him, he flew a little and laughed. He pushed me back I flew way more. I asked him how he did it. He started teaching me about using elements. (Possible DG?) After a while of teaching, my brother showed up and he started throwing logs at me. For the first time in LDs I super jumped. Managed to jump on my roof, but I fell down. Started losing the dream.

Well that was my first DJ entry. I will be posting more of my lucids and awesome dreams.