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Alright well first of all its been a while heheh. but just last night i had some really vivid dreams that i actually remember pretty well. But im only gonna put down two because they're the most interesting and make the most sense heheh.

Dream #1 : Broken Hearted No Minder
This dream starts off at what I think was a grocery store, when it introduces me to the main character which happens to be this tired, kinda scruffy guy in his mid twenties im guessing. He had messy but cute brown hair, a little bit of stubble, and was actually quite good looking. He had a look of "i dont give a f*** about anything" writen all over him. But anyways as he's going through this grocery store he runs into and old friend; something gave me the feeling that it was an exgirlfriend. That he was terribly in love with but they ended up breaking up for some reason and left him broken hearted and in the condition he's in now. She's happy to see him and acts like they were just old friends and had no real connection. They pretended like nothing really happen. He was silent pretty much the whole time. In fact I dont remember him saying anything at all. But he deicides to help her shop and carry some heavy things for her. But shes not alone, she is accompanied by what i believe was a new boyfriend or some guy that was interested in her but hes pretty much this dweeby loser and isnt much of a help when he tries to carry heavy things too. The next thing i remember is them walking out to her car and put the groceries away in her trunk. Im assuming the other guy is already in the car while they were putting things away. As she puts away the cart, the guy comes across a scratch/dent in the car which i think was from some special night or something when they were still together. He stands there and messes with it really sort of meloncholy until she comes back. When she notices him looking at it she looks hurt. The guy shoves himself away from the car and with out a word starts walking away and back toward his house. The girl i can tell feels really bad and wants to say goodbye and give him a hug. But he doesnt look back at all and just keeps going. Then it flashes to him in a small, messy, dim apartment where he undresses into just his boxers and a tshirt and settles down on the couch with a dead look on his face as he turns on his crappy tv. Then the dream sort of just fades out. But i do know that he stays there a couple of days and doesnt see the girl again for a week but thats all i remember before the dream ends.


Dream #2: In the light
This dream starts with a group of richer people on a ship, its pretty much all women as i recall. Our main character this time is a young woman about 17. She has an over protective, pretty crazy mother. This girl was raised to be obidiant and proper without faulter and just be the perfect young woman. But what she really wants is freedom and to find love. I know there was a lot more detail to this dream, something about a curse and being left to freeze in the waters below but I really cant remember them. I think I had two versions of the dream but im gonna stick to the one that makes more sense and is easier for me to recall. So anyways one night this when theres some party going on on the ship and theres actually guys on bored. The girl happens to find this spanish boy and ends up doing the dirty with him later that night. Which unfortunatley the crazy mother hears right below her feet. I cant remember all that happens afterwards but i think the boy is thrown into the water and the girl is yelled at and whatnot. But all I really remember that happens next is the mother and the daughter sitting and looking at the moon. The mother wrapped a blanket around the girl to keep her warm and keeps and arm around her. The girl is broken and silent. Then the mother says "See, It is better to be warm than in the light..." its that quote that i remember the most. It repeated a couple of times and got me thinking before the dream fades out. It was really quite painful... thats what vibe i really got from this dream.

And thats pretty much it, now that i look at it they're kind of similar in vibe and such. The quote is kinda confusing and doesnt really make sense but somehow i get it......

I dreamed I was on a old-fashion train (like Hogwart's Express train). Ron Weasly was on the train. I think he was suppose to met with Harry&Hermione on the train. But for some reason they' never showed up. So he kept yelling at older adults saying 'WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?". When they asked him who he was he said "YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM? I'M RONALD 'RON' WEASLY" but the older adults thought he was in a delusion-sp?

I was in my house, looking out of the window. It was raining outside. Every single light in my house was turned off.
A guy behind me asked me if I'd heard about the news.
"What news?"
"A guy has stolen a car from a carport and driven it into a wall at the same house, then beat the owner of the car to death."
"No I haven't heard that."
"Why don't you check on your car?"
"My car is alright, okay?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I was starting to get annoyed, but he walked out of the room.
A moment later I could hear a loud crash from somewhere around my front yard.
I ran down the stairs, into the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. The house was still off lights.
I ran into my living room, which was brightly lit up by a blue color.
I looked out of the panorama window, and saw the moon, shining as bright as the sun, but with a blue hue. The reflections of the water drops from the rain were shining bright and clear.
I saw a person sitting on a chair on the terrace, with it's back turned against me.
I ran out through the terrace door, stood behind the person, and punched him in the back of his head.
"What did you do to my car?"
He slowly turned around in the chair, then looked at me with a psychotic smile on his face.
My kitchen knife was gone. It wasn't in my hand anymore. I was defenseless.
He grinned at me, and the last thing I saw was his fist against my face.

05.10.2011

Successful WILD! Trick or Treat and Questions About My Dream Guide (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up at 8:24, from a dream about meeting a girl. I spend about 10 minutes writing it down, and lay on my front just to sit and think about the dream for a while. All of a sudden - BAM - I'm hit with a massive wave of vibrations. I of course, decided to go with it - and I decided to try using an AP exit technique. I stayed still, allowing the vibrations to deepen, and started visualising pulling up on a rope, and pulling myself out of my body. The vibrations intensified, and the lowered briefly. I kept going with the visualisation until I really felt myself start to slip out. Infront of my eyes, a hallucination started.

I saw a CRT computer monitor, perfectly square, with a bunch of symbols on the screen, one was a clown face, then others just squares, spheres, a pyramid. I began to feel the vibrations lower, and the hallucination solidified properly. I asked it - "Who is my dreamguide?" A picture of my cat appeared on the screen. I asked again "Who is my dreamguide?" A picture of the music teacher from the Simpons appeared, an older man with grey hair around the sides. It is possible that I asked again - but I can not remember correctly if I received a reply.

I decided here to take a chance - I wasn't sure how deep in the dream I was, and I didn't know if I would wake if I tried to move. I threw off my covers and stood up. I could feel my body but I couldn't see - am I awake? My eye mask fell down on my face, and I shifted it, and took it off - my bedroom appeared before me. It was night, I stood in the middle of my room, I looked in the mirror - whoa I look weird, I must be in the dream. I tried to count my fingers but it wasn't working - screw it. I plugged my nose and breathed in and out, I forgot how much fun this was! I used body awareness to stabilise further - centering myself into the dream.

Oh! The Task of the Month! I faced my bedroom door, "Trick or Treat!" I said, and opened the door. It was just my family room - nothing abnormal and nothing to receive. Damn. I walked up the hallway to my parent's room. "TRICK OR TREAT!" - I reached out and went to slide the door open, and it flew off as though I had kicked it down - awesome! Inside, they are both asleep. Dad rolls over and turns on a lamp next to his bed, and I notice that as the lights come on it becomes day - that saved a bit of effort.

I walk over and stand next to my mum's side of the bed, Dad rolls over and searches next to his bed. I look at my hands - I needed to shape shift aswell, one of the gods? Zeus. I try and make a large lightning bolt in my hand, but get a blue glow and a few sparks. I don't even know how to shapeshift! I'll just do it later.

"So who IS my dreamguide?" I ask
Mum starts talking about something strange - about how when someone is sick, there is an association people make with them within society. She's rummaging through a small box, and I see a pillow with an apple sticker with "Sick - Sam" written on it - probably from my cousin being sick here sometime. Is that what she's talking about? I still don't understand. I end up holding my luggage bag - what dad was searching for over the edge of his bed - my trick or treat gift. I use the texture of the leather on the handle to stabilise while I talk. I didn't look in the bag.
"Who is my dreamguide?" I ask again.
"Well, you've been told.. me, cats," my Dad replies
"Yeah, uh.."
"Old Man Fudd" - a reference to the Simpsons music teacher - that's not his name.
"And who else, I can't remember! I can't remember!"

The dream instantly dissapears as I wake up drawing a sharp gasp.

The messages in this dream were quite confusing. I'm not sure what to think of it. I've always thought of my cats as highly spiritual beings, but I've never thought of them as helping me with my dreaming. My father isn't my dreamguide, but has led me spiritually throughout my life.

The music teacher, with greying hair is interesting though. In the last lucid before this, I became lucid after an older man, in a police car yelled out to me 'Isn't this weird, Alex?!' When I think back through my dreams, I can note significance of an older man. He was there when I questioned my dad if I could learn to fly, he was there when I landed from my first power slide, he was there when I met Alex for the second time. I feel that he could play a significant role in my dreams, though I haven't spoken to him more than once. I will continue to find my dream guide, speak to Alex again and find out more about this old man.

Finally a long and memorable dream in full technicolour.

I was in a typical open plan office where several people were working, I knew them to be the offices of the "One to One" Web Hosting Company and I was looking for some leaflets to take with me.

As I walked around the offices, (which I think was based on Quarry House where I used to work), I could see the staff staring at me. I continued 'round noting two small tower computers and thinking to myself that that must be where they store everybodys web sites. On my second circuite I found that there were fewer members of staff, but I did meet a pretty ladywith dark brown curly hair dressed in smart casual clothes. She said that she'd been working there for twenty years it felt like she was on a treadmill day in day out. I agreed with her saying I felt the same with my job. I then asked her for some leaflets explaining that I left my Toonstopia cartooning site to run out but wanting tostartposting again, (the scene changed to the memory of my seeing the site run out, but returned to the narative once I stopped thinking about it). She then returned with a big handful of the same leaflet.

I then took the lift to the ground floor and walked just out of the building in a sheltered area when I noticed it was raining and others were leaving lighting up cigarettes before running off. I realised that I had left my favorite electronic cigarette upstais in my desk and was left with one that gave an inferior amount of vapour. I considered leaving and buying a pack of cigarettes, but decided I would be better off going back and getting it.

I turned around and got in a lift which had three buttons, "M", "0" and "1". I presses the "1" button and the lift travelled forward then up and I got out on the first floor. I then took the stairs to the second floor, stopping half way up to go to the loo. Then as I was coming to the second floor, the corridor to the second floor door narrowed. I started crawling towards the door, but as I progressed, the corridor got narrower and narrower. I decided I wouldn't be able to make it so backed out then went up the stairs to the third floor and found that to get to this floor I had to climb onto a file draw which had wheels on the bottom, smash my way through a wooden flowery patterned trellis and climb through the hole I had made. I managed to do this with difficulty, then as I was orienting myself, I wondered how many of the ladies will still be in the office.

At this point I woke up.

Shiver me timbers!
This may be becoming a series. Not as good as the first, but still amazing.


I recommend this song for everybody reading.

Yeah, I bet that scared away most people.
Anyway;


I remember being in my math class. Everyone was standing up and doing some combination of square dancing, a sort of Irish tap dance, and Mexican hat dancing. Everybody had just begun to sing the pirate song; I joined in and picked up easily.

Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

We got us a map (a map!) to lead us to a hidden box,
Thats all locked up with locks (with locks!) and buried deep away.
We'll dig up the box (the box!), we know it's full of precious booty
Burst open the locks, and then we'll say 'HOORAY!'

WEIGH ANCHOR!

At this point, three, including me, broke off into a short shanty, like a rap to accompany the full song.

I'm I pirate, that I be!
I sail a ship upon the sea, dawg,
I stay up late, 'till half past three!
And that be a peg below my knee!

Everyone came back to the full song. Good, I'm not a fan of rap.

Yah - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Arr - yarr - ahoy and avast, dig in the dirt and you dig in it fast!
Hang the black flag at the end of the mast! You are a pirate!

We're sailing away (set sail!), adventure waits on every shore!
We set sail and explore (ya-har!) and run and jump all day (Yay!)
We float on our boat (our boat!) until its time to drop the anchor,
Then hang up our coats (aye-aye!) until we sail again!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is alright with me!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!
Yar har wind at your back lads, wherever you go!
Blue sky above and blue ocean below, you are a pirate!

Everyone sat down and clapped for each other.

I woke up.

That was brilliant.

Went to sleep at 11:30 PM, 10/3/10
Melatonin: 5mg
WBTB 2:30 (feeling groggy)

Lay down, buzzing SP at what felt like ~10 minutes
Thinking about Halloween, costume ideas
After the trip, I find myself in a dark room without lights.

As I walk around the room I feel like a piece of my brain is missing.
Something feels different. Suddenly, a feeling overtook me.
Lucidity.
The room takes a different shape, and now I can make out a light switch in the dark. As I approach the light switch, the room begins to distort and twist while I stand still.
Fearing the worst, I default landscape into my driveway.

It's night time. A slight breeze tosses and turns my hair. I am walking with my friend down my driveway. As proportion and relativity becomes clear, he is talking to me about my Halloween costume. I am wearing only my swim suit. I don't feel cold, but experience occasional shivers as we walk further down the street. A pillowcase in hand, we make our way to the first house. I decide that I want to be alone, and my friend dissipates from the dreamscape. As soon as the thought had crossed my mind, it had happened so quickly I realized just moments later. I walk up to the door, and it appears to be your average colonial style frame. I start to say "trick or tr-" and the door opens. A middle aged man confronts me, and asks for a trick. The idea of being a god and using a super power pops into my head. I began to remember about the ToTM and grew excited about remembering this task. I decide to be Dionysus because I had never been drunk in a lucid before. Soon a bottle of hennessy in one hand, and a pillowcase in the other had me satisfied. As I conjured the cognac, the man at the door grew weary of my so called "trick" even though I thought it was the coolest thing. He grabbed the cognac, and shut the door on me. I was bewildered. I decided to get angry and open the door, but the handle was no longer there. As I ponder how to retaliate, ideas flooded my mind, but they were cloudy and I could not make any sense of them. I was losing grasp of lucidity, and decided not to fight it.

The next thing I know, I was awoken by my alarm.
6:00 AM

Was in downtown bellevue where Leo and I were going to go do some errands. We went to some licensing place. I was part vampire. I realized I was dreaming but decided to go with this dream partially to extend it. I let Leo continue to talk to the lady while I went outside and practiced my energy balls. Before I became lucid Leo and I found 6 alien pods and released them. We found out we were aliens too and together we blew up downtown bellevue. All of a sudden the cars stopped coming and everything became peaceful and quiet. This is what it would be without any humans. Suddenly another stream of cars came. Darn I didn't get all of them. Half the city was in ruins. The two other aliens were girls. While Leo was inside the building and I was lucid I went to go see them. They were having sex with eachother. I laughed and they laughed and continued making out. I told them I wanted help with my energy balls and they said after they were done. They were in some giant pod. I went away a little and looked in the building to see Leo still talking. I gathered up as much energy as I could and shot it all across the building lines. Nothing happened. Again I failed to shoot. I did are some smoke coming out of those buildings. I was partially surprised and happy. I went in and the lady said we had to pay our tickets aor the police would find us. We both laughed and left. Leo also knew he was dreaming and we discussed our next plan. We wanted to blow up Seattle and then the world. We had to go to our base to figure it the next plan. We gathered the others and ran super speed. Before we did that I practiced my super speed. I ran from one spot to another. At first I was a bit rusty then I remembered how to do it. We raced for fun. I remember kara saying how good she was at flying and I though it would he so much easier to just fly. I burst forward and got too high. I landed with fear. This time I went lower to the ground and it was breathtaking. I really loved how amazing it was to fly with control. I flew all the way to our base. And waited for the others to arrive. I pondered my lucidity. I felt as if I was in this dream for hours and loved it. I wondered if I would ever wake. The others finally came and we talked about how we were going to blow up Seattle. We were going to run there and release more pods. I grew extremely excited to kill more humans. I pondered a little more about the weirdness of the length of this dream. I did forget about half the info of this dream. It was REALLY LONG. As I thought this the sun grew brighter. I tried to look away but it followed me. I had a FA. I woke and was so excited to have this lucid. I instantly began writing it down. Random people would come in and talk to me. I woke for real.

I was the owner of luna. My uncle basic wanted her and I decided to give her to him. Baron was being really bad and kept running off on his own. Vadic finally came and I gave her to him. I cried a little because I didn't want to give her away. It was really passionate.

Theres this guy who keeps showing up in my dreams. He's mostly white but a little black. He was just in my lucid too though i forgot to mention him. Ill start from the becoming of the dream. I was in class. My regular partner wasn't there for some reason. The class was half yoga and half school type. We did a sequence of yoga. When that was done the class just hung out and ate food. Karas brother was there. I went to say high to him and the teachers came behind me and grabbed my back kind of sexually. Riley started crying but I made him laugh. I moved away from the teacher and went to tina the new yoga teacher. I told her about the other teachers I had and she said they couldn't teach me what she could. I asked her a few random questions and told her I didn't want to disturb her from her lunch. She held eye contact without blinking or moving her eyes. Class was over and it was time to go meet up with my partner but he wasnt there. I was panicking. He is generally my lucid partner. I go up to someone and he says hes are my partner. I don't believe him and he tries to convince me that he is. Another guy comes and says he is my partner. I believe him and am so relieved. He looks a but weird so I ask him which room did my last lucid start and he said the wrong place. I knew he wasnt my partner. I leave them both and go into some computer room where I find him. He says hey and is with a naked black woman like in my other dream. I laugh and wake.

I had my third real full-length lucid dream last night. I went to bed at 3:30 AM, and woke up at 10:30, decided that wasn't happening, and went back to bed. I slept again from 10:30 to 11:30.

It's hard to remember the events prior to me gaining lucidity. I was taking pictures of things, I think, but it was a problem somehow. I could only be let into certain areas at certain times. Also, I remember this really weird thing where these cartoon characters were getting together and ...cooking or something. But it was very exclusive. But then, someone else made a similar cooking thing that wasn't exclusive at all, and it was just as good.

Anyway, me and my roommate Charlie had to device a gauntlet of sorts. Kind of like an obstacle course for people riding skateboards. I had already done one and it was easy. Our scheme however, was to make everyone that did it die. Couldn't say why. We ran out of ramps, so we started drawing ramps on the air. I thought that was odd. When we were done I thought to myself "Wait a second... you can't draw on air. What's going on here?" The coach from my university was there helping us, and he said "Think... when was the last time you really saw me? You know I'm not here." (Implying that he looked funny because I couldn't remember him) I thought to myself "I'm dreaming!"

I remember my heart racing and I had to calm myself down. I rubbed my face up against the coach's jacket to stabilize myself. I could feel its leather pulling against my face. I looked around. I was in some sort of old barn. The ramps and stuff were gone. The last few lucid dreams I've had, I've immediately started to try to fly and shoot laserbeams out of my eyes, but that never works and I always wake myself up. So this time I just tried to look at my hands. They were there, but they were very far away. I usually don't have dreams in first person, so maybe that's why it was weird. As I looked around, I could feel my brain working to imagine what an old barn looked like. It was sort of like in a video game when you enter a new area, but it hasn't fully loaded yet and the textures gradually fill in.

My and Charlie started to walk away (because he wanted to, and I didn't know what to do) and I felt myself slipping away. I told Charlie to remind me that I was dreaming the next time he saw me. I have no earthly idea why I've done this twice now. I don't think it helps or anything. It just kinda comes out. I woke up and immediately wrote this down.

I am at some sort of LD institute. I read some signs on the wall, talking about reality checks. I try sticking my finger through my hand, and it works. (After this point the dream gets a little hazy)
I don't try anything out of the ordinary, because I don't want to risk waking up. Over the next 5-10 minutes or so, I am walking through many different rooms and buildings. Then I wake up. (to my alarm clock)

- Just sad it was a dream :C
Also, don't read this if you don't want the details of me having sex with a 15 year old.

I was at a school party, being bored. I then thought about how difficult and frustrating it could be to simply get a hang of a girl, or at least lose my virginity, and see what it's like.
Just as I thought that, I noticed a girl sitting alone, waving for me to approach her. As I came over, I noticed she was nude, she wanted me to play with her. She was a blonde ~15 year old (I'm 16, it counts), with a perfect body and a decent 6/10 face. I crouched next to her, and felt her. I could feel her coarse trimmed pubic hair, and further down was her lips. I started fingering her, but she wanted more, and I stuck it inside. There were other people around, but we didn't care. We continued on all night, and some guy told me that a teacher at the school saw me and I would likely get expelled from it for fucking in it, publicly.
I noticed it was starting to get bright outside, and we grabbed our stuff to go back to my room. I carried her the whole way. Someone had blocked the stairs with furniture however. I pushed it aside and we got into my room. She laid down on a mattress on the floor and used my laptop while I was undressing. She was undressed already.
Things start to get confusing now.
I saw a windows bar at the bottom of my vision. I wanted to do Steam -> Friends and pick her, but accidentally chose 'Exit Steam' instead. She disappeared along with Steam. I feverishly tried to reopen it, but when I finally did, she was off. I figured she left and I would probably see her again.

To the greatest disappointment in my life, I woke up and remembered I took a 3 hour nap, and now I am yet again suicidal because my life will never be anything great like that dream.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

05-10-11 No intentions, not even to get lucid, though maybe with a hint of wanting to remember dreams. Stoned.

“Underground Potterish showdown”

I am in a Harry Potter like universe. I am Harry to begin with I think, but then something happen something about an adventure and a person shifting into a black jaguar or similar.

I then become one of the twin brothers I think and we are supposed to go to this theatre or school and scare up the evil kids who are voting capital V. Throughout the dream when I am this brother I recall comparing my wand with my brother's, which I believe is the elder wand. Or at least something stupidly powerful.

Mine is.. quite the opposite. It s fairly long and thick, though it seems made of plastic or candy. It is made of all sorts of transparent coloured tubes that are wrapped around the main shape to give the wand in it's entirety a rather complex look. It is flexible as fuck though, which sort of surprise me. I remember thinking “I really like this wand” although I am not a wand guy. I even thought about that during the dream “I really don't like wands, but this one..” Anyways enough of me talking about how much I love my stick, and on to how I use it!

We head to the theatre and walk through the doors. I can't recall if we have any problems walking in, but I don't think so. There is a wall immediately behind the doors and we walk around this and find another set of doors. I ward myself with a spell that will nullify the first 3 offensive spells that hit me, by drawing my wand in a half circle around me and saying something in a tongue I didn't knew I know. Though I remember not what I said the language sounded dark side, and it ends on a defensive word like “defendarius” “Repeltor” or maybe it was “reflector” (though this last word I used in a later dream and I might just be confusing myself). I only become aware of this 3-spell-limitation in function later on when I am battling the kids and I think to myself “Gee I wonder how many charges are left on my shield?”.

So my brother and I slam open the doors and find a crowd turning their heads in surprise. I can sense that I am becoming angry and I start slinging out spells, though I think I am aware of not wanting to kill anyone, they need to be hurt enough to get scared. I seem to remember some sort of slicing spell that will cut them a bit, but not kill. We are walking down a centre isle and as we get to the bottom of this and are standing around the people I say something more in my dark side tongue and take off in flight to my left, which is also where I spot Voldemort. I am not particular afraid of him though he is looking at me, and this is also the time I check up on the status of my shield.

The dream skips a bit though this might just be due to the violent battle that ensues. In any case I find myself outside the theatre and it was apparently located on this ledge. The surroundings have a dark feel to them, unnatural dark at that. Like it is a city underground, which would explain the fragmented memories of walking around underground/sewer tunnels.

The feel is exactly like this:



However imagine that the platform is naturally attached to the tunnel where the POV is, instead of the mechanical “arm” that is holding it up, and on the platform is the theatre in question. I am looking at the theatre from a distance up in the air and I can see the tunnel I am supposed to go to. The place is collapsing (further) into the ground.

I hear my cousin's voice, she is asking me “Will he survive?” she is referring to my brother, who is not as close to leaving the theatre as I am. I see him jumping between the broken pieces of rubble and fly down and grab him and his dog (?) under my right arm and reply “Sure he is” in a cheeky voice, while I pull him into the tunnel, safe from the fall.
…...........

“Powerless Christmas, Angels and Wizards”

I am in my parents' house in Hornslet and it is Christmas time. I am looking for some paint I used to play with when younger painting role small figures. I need to get this paint to Pil, one of my friends who needs to paint a character for a role play he is playing at the minute. I might as well grab it while I am there, as I have bought a figure myself recently, in fact quite a large one that is supposed to depict “the queen of blades” combined with some sort of fallen angel.

The figurine I am holding is separated into two pieces, which is bugering me a bit because I have to hold onto two pieces rather than one, which is just mentally demanding. At the same time I don't really want to attach the piece if it means it will be trickier to paint the figure.

I am walking around thinking a bit about where I have left the paint, though I am somewhat positive that it will be in a box on the attic of the main building, though it is entirely possible that it is on the attic of the added apartment building.

I walk into the guest room and I see the light flicker. I look a bit closer and it does it again. The light is fairly yellowish compared to how the light would normally look. It flickers again and this reminds me of that one Christmas where we didn't have power (never happened) and the scenery changes to being of the parking grounds of the church, heavily clouded and with light snow falling.

Skip.

I am now in a field with a bandit group or similar and we are out collecting wood. It is still Christmas time and the group has no power either, which is why we are collecting wood. I am the second in command and the leader is not there. I get the feeling I am somewhat stupid.

We are trying to get the wood back to camp via an alternative route that involves tying up all the wood in a bundle and sending a small monkey across a puddle of water with it. However as the monkey is crossing the water the knots around the wood loosen and the wood ends up all over the ”shores” of this little puddle. I notice the monkey sitting across the puddle with an attitude that looks like he is giving up.

I do a little speech to my men saying that the only reason we are out on this shitty day and the Christmas is bad is because we have no power. I rally my troops and point at a theatre all of a sudden standing in the same field. “There is power right there, and I am going to take it” I say. The theatre is in fact a nuclear power plant that has been shut down for unknown reasons.

I walk to the door, which is one of those double swing doors and the door knobs have a red diode light in the middle of them. I kick the doors in, I think I have to do it twice, but I manage to get in. I feel a sense of aggression rising again. We are faced with a wall we have to walk around (a bit like the previous potter dream) and when we are around this wall I am faced with an angel in human form guarding the door. I throw a spell that will make me immune to angelic attacks and continue past the angel, without thinking more about her leaving her speech less.

In the hall I see a wizard standing on my right hand side, I think it is the brother from the previous dream. He is about to react so I mumble something dark side again (this time the ending word is “...Reflector” which will make any spell he throw at me return in his face).

I keep walking down the centre walkway towards a band playing down in the bottom of the hall. I know I can pick up the microphone stand telekinetically and this is the point where I think “hang on a minute..” Loads of people are panicking and trying to get out of the theatre/powerplant. Some are running past be back the way from which I came and others are running further into the building, maybe towards exits unknown to me.

I put out my arms in a defensive, yet apologetic gesture and say “Whoah, whoah, whoah... Lucid... Lucid” in order to get the people to calm down and realise it is just a dream. It doesn't work. Then I see someone that doesn't look like a DC run past me and I grab him asking him if he is another dreamer, he say yes. I ask his name and he tells me it is “Shakira” which makes me suspicious and I say “Shakira, really!?” “Tjakira/Tchakira” he corrects me. His appearance has now changed from a blonde man with short cut hair to a man with long grey/black hair.

I leave him and head back out again. I fly a bit after having thought about why I am walking about like a looser, but I decide to not fly that much any more anyways. Back towards the entrance I am faced with the wall I had to walk around to get in. I decide to fly against it and through it, but end up slamming right into it, though it happens really slowly and without pain.

Someone behind me is laughing at my efforts of going through the wall, but I don't really care. I just drop down and walk around. as I am closer to the exit the dream starts fading. So I, quite aggressively, slam my hands out to either side and start feeling up the walls, which feels like tile, wet and cold as well as breathing through my nose. The air is equally cold.

Slowly the dream comes back and someone, maybe one of the twins from Hornslet, is walking in the building. Outside the weather has changed quite dramatically. It is pissing down and windy as fuck. I feel how the rain is slamming against the side of my face, the cold strong wind making it really annoying.

I think to the dream “Is this a way of telling me that the dream is really unstable?” and start throwing pathetic fireballs the size of shirt buttons to cookies into the sky. The way I throw fireballs is by charging them between my cupped hands at my chest. They don't even look that hot and the last one (think it is number 3) I can barely see. Now I can only see the rain.

I wake up.

Notes: I am starting to put up wards around myself, which I suppose is a good thing when it comes to dream travelling.

I was in a a party which was taking place in a large room which resembled the kitchen of my friend's house where we party in real life. The dream was fairly dark and dimly lit. In this dream I was also very drunk.

There was a small cupboard with two compartments in the corner of the room where I was sat. For some reason I sat in the cupboard for a while. There was a bottle of alcohol in there which I drank. There were also some snakes and some toad-like creatures. They looked like Toads but they had sharp little beaks - almost like a turtle. The snakes and Toads were hunting one another. My friend, Fred, who was there, found them extremely interesting.

When I was back in the main room I noticed that an old friend, Aiden, was sat just along from the cupboard. As I walked past, he threw something at me and I threatened him as a response. I sat down near him and noticed there were stacks of playing cards. I was shuffling through some. There were Legend of Zelda themed one's in there also. Aiden picked up some and threw them, one at a time, against the wall. They stuck in a sort of colarge way.

I got up and walked around a bit. At this point I could feel myself sobering up. Someone who I thought was my partner came into the room and I asked her if there was any more alcohol. But it turned out to be someone I didn't know. My partner came in for real after that.

Back in the main room, there was a guy asking where his alcohol, that he had hidden in the cupboard, had gone. I sat down and kept quiet. Then another friend, Eddie, asked the guy if he wanted some of his Toffee-Cider instead. I turned to Eddie and asked if I could have some.

So the other night I had a strange dream. I was having sex with a very aggressive Asian man. I remember we were at a industrial warehouse the floors were made of hardwood and there was shattered glass on those floors. I was on my back and he was forcibly doing me but not raping me per se. I was being cut from the glass all over the floor and bleeding. The blood was so red I managed to make it down a flight of stairs with him. I wasn't upset it was just bloody and intense. I have some ideas what this dream means but the intensity of it was severe and memorable.

Backwards Dimensions

I was with a group of friends and we didn't have a place to live so we decided to stay the night in the old house where I used to live. I was creeped out just being there, but I didn't tell the others why. I kept seeing things in the corner of my eyes and kept getting weird vibes. The house was a mixture of the old house in its original form and the new house.

Everyone had gone to bed but I was still awake. I went to the kitchen. Here I just decided to become lucid. More often than not, I already just know that I am dreaming but I don't really care enough to change the scene.

I was standing across the kitchen counter. It was night outside. I was holding a gun, and I don't know why. I wanted one last confirmation that it was a dream, however, if I had even a doubt that it was a dream I would have never performed this action.

I took my gun and then shot the window twice. I looked away and looked back. My suspicions were validated when I saw that the window had instantly repaired itself and went back to its normal state.

With masochistic pleasure I shot my hand. I laughed when the bullet hit my palm and just instantly dissolved. I had landed myself in a Zukin Dream Night. When it's day time everything is pure and fine, but when night time hits and I am lucid, creepy things run about!

I decided to be a part of the creepy lurkers and ran upstairs through the darkness and into the bathroom. I switched on the light but it didn't turn on. I realized quickly that I should have known that the light wouldn't turn on!

I looked at myself through the mirror. In the darkness I could barely make out my eyes. My reflection seemed to mirror not my actions, but what I was thinking. With sinister eyes, my reflection beckoned me to come through the mirror.

I climbed on the cabinet and touched my hand to the mirror. My reflection did the same as I and I pushed through the solid glass and into the next dimension. I stood there, now, with my reflection wondering if she was me or if I was her.

This dimension that I had been enticed into did not feel any kinder than the previous. It felt backwards and sinister. Realizing this, I stepped backwards and away from my hungry reflection until it was too late to realize that I had walked backwards into an even lower dimension.

The way to best describe this is when you have two mirrors across or adjacent to each other and these mirrors reflect off of each other and in the mirror you can see what looks like an infinite amount of mirrors continuing on forever. I kept walking backwards into the next mirror down, and I continuously did this about six or seven times until I had reached such a low point of existence that I was sort of shocked awake and lucid again.

I had been watching my reflection being eaten by some kind of swamp monster - even the hunter had been hunted in this low dimension. I immediately jumped back forward again and started leaving in the way I came, passing through six or seven mirrors and dimensions until I returned to the dimly lit bathroom from which I came.