memorable

The dream began in a symphony hall, where my shoes, which were off, and my guitar case were sitting next to me. I was talking to other fellow musicians casually about the performance that was about to come up, and enjoying the conversation. I left the hall to go home, and became unconscious in my dream. I woke up, and went back the symphony hall which felt like it was the next day, and just so happened to be the day of the performance. I had a worry in the back of my head that I had lost my shoes since I left them in the hall, but I soon found them right next to my guitar case where I left them. I put them on and strapped my instrument around my neck and walked backstage so I could enter the stage when the performance began. From what I can remember, we only played one song which was one originally created by me in real life yet it had a twist to it. Instead of the typical 4 piece band instruments, an entire symphony was there to back it up. It sounded so beautiful, I had such an extreme feeling of joy that I will never forget. After the song ended the crowd listening roared with applause. I cannot even begin to explain what this felt like. The dream transitioned to where I was laying in my bed with my guitar jamming away the same leads I had just played with the symphony. My family seemed to be proud of me for what I was doing. I set down my guitar, and walked outside where a different landscape was than in real life. Instead of being my usual yard, I found myself in a huge grassy prairie with trees bordering the grass. There were multiple people I knew here, and they had balloons in their hands. When I got a hold of one of the balloons I began to float. Once I reached 30 feet, I equalized and just floated around above everyone. This sensation was much MUCH more vivid than any sensation I have ever gotten while flying in a lucid dream. It was fantastic! I soon figured out that I could control my elevation above the ground. I was having fun with it for a while, when one of the balloons I was holding popped. I slowly floated back to the ground, and decided I wanted to try and find more balloons so I could float around some more. I was successful in retrieving more balloons, but I could never manage to float as high as I initially had. It didn't matter to me though. The atmosphere was so positive and filled me with some of the brightest emotions I have ever experienced. Truly amazing.

All I can remember is that it took place in a city. It was an average looking city with a few skyscrapers and concrete buildings. They style of the buildings remind me of an industrial sector of a city. Nothing seemed built for looks, rather it was for efficiency. It was in the daytime and I remember being in this abandoned building that walls had crumbed. I felt so alone, there was nobody but myself. At the same time, it was a feeling of awe at what I was seeing in the city. It was silent, peaceful, and relaxing. In a way, it was both depressing and inspiring. There was also a canal nearby with a bridge leading to the other side of the city. Everything just gets fuzzy after that sadly.

I don't know why, but if I could have this dream again, I would. It just left me feeling strange...
Hard to describe, but all I know is that I need to work on recall and detail since those have slipped past me.
But not for long!

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4-11-11

The Void
Lucid 80%

I was in my childhood home and realized this was a dream sign! I shouted “this is a dream!” and my much younger mom, aged appropriately for the era, looks at me like “What?” I run outside as a little kid and then age up to my present age as I run for the street; I can make great wormholes here on the flat surface. I pointed but nothing happened. I flicked my hand and bam there was a small black wormhole on the street. “Oh crap I have no idea for what I want to do!” I try to think of my dream goals and the wormhole vanishes but I try to think some more while keeping hold of the dreams lucidity, kind of like dribbling 2 basketballs at once. I dig and come up with a memory of summoning myself and flick another wormhole but this one is deformed looking like spilt ink. ‘Summoning myself on any other day would be a cool idea but I want something less me, more mind blowing, I got to think!’ “I got it! I can look for something to do with my career path” and I flick open a perfect wormhole and stand on it.
I get sucked down into my wormhole and I see blackness then out of the void pictures start rolling by from left to right. All are big pictures with maybe a perfect tree on one and the next has a motorcycle on one [btw I saw this same motorcycle in the last wormhole I created and have no interest in motorcycles]. One picture has a lot of words in boxes connected by lines and then the next has a girl blowing bubbles into the air . They all seemed like they were representing something. They seemed pretty endless so I latched onto one by touching it and was sucked in and wound up in a well lit hallway with wooden bookshelves on either side. A woman, blond in her mid 20’s in casual business attire, said to me forcefully “Well now that you’re here we can get down to business.” Then they all (the 3 other women of about the same age and dress) started walking for the office at the end of the hall so I joined them. Once in the office I sat in one of the plush and comfy leather seats and she asked me what my other offers where, caught off guard by this whole thing I said nothing (hey less than a minute ago I was out on the street outside my childhood home!). She took my quietness as stalling and said “well we have a pretty good package here and have connections.” I got a thought from someone else in the room that the connections were political and Bill Clinton might be involved but this was not talked about openly (yay for telepathy!). She walked behind the big desk with tons of stuff on it from different people and lots of papers. The office looked cool to me, I love so much detail in these nonphysical places. She sat on the corner of the desk (I got the idea it really wasn’t her place to be sitting in the seat) and said, “So ok let’s talk.” I felt too much on the spot and had a good enough time so I pulled out of the dream and woke up to happily record my LD.

Once awake I realize how tired I really was and waited a second to recall my dream before I recorded it.

Assassin
lucid 50%

I am in a holding cell with a Plexiglas wall. Me and this other guy are in this one cell and we are assassins and our skills are going to be tested. There is a woman in the other cell by herself so we 3 will be tested and only one will get the assignment. The guy in my cell wonders if I can take him but I know this is a dream and he doesn’t stand a chance but I keep hearing his thought “can I take him?” I decide to school him a bit. My mind goes into hyper fast thought, realizing he is too far away to start on him with my hands I kick my chair at him and jump thorough the air at him. I land as he catches the chair and holds it as a shield as he falls back onto the floor. He is strong and using his hands and knees to hold the chair up so any force going down is not going to do much so I push the shielding chair in the direction of his head just a bit so I can step on his groin. I didn’t step hard just enough to get a needed reaction, he lowers the chair over his groin and I bring around my hand using my thumb as a small knife to prove my point as it stops just outside his neck. He looks at my hand and knows he has been beaten and would have been dead in seconds had a real knife entered his carotid arteries this way.

I wake up and this time write stuff down!

1. Fragment:
I walked down the hall in my dream house to the bathroom where my mom was drying her hair. I picked up a second hair dryer and started drying my own. Miraculously, my hair was straight and sexy as hell. (IRL I have an afro)

2. Non-lucid Dream:
Hard to remember what order things happened in... In the beginning, there was a flash flood. The water seemed to flow uphill, which I knew was in contradiction to my real house, yet I was standing in my dream house. I walked to another side of the house and watched the water roll down the hill from a pine tree grove and crash against the house gently like waves. When the water cleared, people started showing up at the house and I had no clue why. The only two faces I remember distinctly were my mother's and that of a guy named Julian who I hardly even know. More people showed up and it turned into a party. This change didn't occur smoothly. The dream seemed to skip around and my dream house's interior completely changed (to all wood. It was quite nice, actually). By the time the dream was solid again, everybody was totally smashed. I went upstairs to my dream sister's room. (I call her that because she neither looks like, nor has anything to do with my real sister.) There were about four or five kids sleeping up there. I was looking for something but I didn't know what, so I felt stupid for even being in her room. I remember seeing in my particularly vivid search, a magic 8-ball in its box and some stacks of Nintendo DS games including versions of pokemon that don't exist (yet? Maybe I foresaw the future of pokemon?? ) I don't remember anything after that nor do I remember where or how the dream ended.

Back in the days of my youth, I was constantly beset by nightmares. Not the sort you see with Freddy Kruger, those mean claws of his and the weak minded kids he tore limb from limb, I mean real nightmares; the sort of stuff you wanna tear your eyes out and pour acid into your eardrums to escape the sensory overload. A pure and primal, instinctual fear so connected to your spinal column a mere thought can kill you.



During these intense nightmares (these are the ones most people wake up screaming but cant remember.. lucky bastards) I couldn't escape, I could wake up from them, but as soon as I went back to sleep it would begin again, so I learnt to just ride them till the roller coaster stopped at the gates. That was until I found tuition within this otherworldly realm.



My first tutor was a Caribou, a sort of deer with spiraled horns and a brown & white coat (of fur not the stylish human sort) and this Caribou taught me how to run. Not like the 100m in under 10secs but more like the world whizzing by like a blur and sound can't catch you up. We raced till the world around us was made of a pure white light, we raced till you couldn't see where you were but only where you were going. This dream was short, maybe lasting a few minutes at most, and it was one of the first dreams I enjoyed, I awoke feeling great the next day, powerful even. I must add, I was expecting to be able to run faster yet was disappointed somewhat, I could only run better.



My second tutor was a voice that only sounded within my mind, familiar yet strangely unknown. It told me to run, and you know that feeling you get when something nasty is chasing you- well the voice conveyed that with accuracy and complete unwavering solidity. So I ran, without looking back for I knew I was running for my life. The world around me once again went white as I broke through barriers a physical body would tear itself apart at, then I saw ahead a abyss; depth unknown, distance 3.8kms. Shit. I hadn't learnt to stop. Just before the abyss the voice said " Jump", having no other option I agreed. I remember the feeling of moving through the air, so free, smiling even, then landing to find there was abyss after abyss to contend with. I jumped higher and higher each time clearing the gaps, sometime only just, other times by miles, then the dream ended. I awoke once again invigorated by the lesson, more confident and sure of myself, I also had a massive urge to jump off something high.



The third Tutor I came in contact with was a Biker. He looked a lot like Bam Bam Bigelow from the WWF back in the days of Hacksaw Jim Duggan and Macho Man Randy Savage, when Hulk Hogan was the MAN and the Ultimate Warrior wasn't gay. The Biker had flames tattooed on his bald head in red, orange and yellow. He had a pot belly and more flames on his forearms starting from studded leather bracers at his wrists and burning up to his elbows. His black leather jacket had seen many days, and the white singlet he wore hadn't been washed-- ever. Blue Jeans and Black Snakeskin boots finished the ensemble. His Bike was a beauty, fully chromed bar the flame emblazoned gas tank and mud guards, it sounded like a Harley Davidson that some deviant had injected adrenaline into then brought it to life with a bolt of lightning. I stood atop a Pa, somewhere in Northland. I had been speaking to a Tohunga there about dreams and their meanings, when the Biker arrived. I hadn't seen him pull up, but as he sat arms akimbo on the black leather seat; through his dark sunglasses I could see he was looking at me. His face was cold and expressionless, his only acknowledgment was the raising of his chin and a brief upward lift of the eyebrows. To my left the Tohunga stood his tokotoko held in both hands before him, stepped back and literally disappeared, smiling in anticipation.



The Biker motioned for me to follow him, he kick-started the bike and took off at full tit leaving a trail of grass and mud sailing through the air in a rooster tail formation. I sped off after him, smiling at the challenge to race such a worthy competitor. He was fast but not quicker than me but at the moment he was supposed to go down the steep grassy hill to the foot of the Pa, he instead looked back at me and smiled, gunning the accelerator fully. His bike moved immediately faster and upward, away to the left. I wasn't phased, I ran faster and leaped off the edge of the Pa. It was now I decided to shit myself, I realized how high up I was and how deadly the trees below seemed. I began to freak watching as the ground came closer and closer when a blast of the Bikers Engine caused me to look up at him. Instantly I shot off towards him faster than ever before. And so I had learned to fly and the dream ended, but the smile lasted for days.



From that day on I have always looked up to the skies, hoping that today is the day when I find that secret switch within my being; the switch that says "Flight Mode On".



Anthony Toia

The Original Dreamer of Legend

Part One: Within the Circle of Birth



I opened my eyes, as my vision adjusted to the unusual grey-yellow light, I looked about to find myself standing in a stone circle surrounded by 30 foot high walls and four arched passageways. The sky above was purple and pink with darkened blues at the zenith, light from distant suns filtered through the stone arches creating a latticework of criss-crossed shadows, varying in tones upon the interlocked pavers of the walls and floors.

As I stepped out of the the circle I noticed upon the walls writings and heiroglyphics from every culture in the world, from every time in history, describing every facet of human knowledge from the beginning of the universe itself. I began reading, absorbed in uncovering the knowledge of the ancients, there were words far above I remember thinking if I were bigger I could read those too.

It was then I noticed my bare feet, the echo off the walls as I shifted my weight and crunched the dusty gravel between my toes, I must've been about 5 or 6 years old and my footprints were the only sets left behind in thousands of years. I wore a shirt and shorts of no particular colour, yet of all at different moments. My attention shifted back to the walls, my thirst for knowledge becoming my obsession once again. Suddenly from behind me a rumbling sound of void silence began, I had stepped into the passage of learning and now there was no turning back.

I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of something that has haunted me forever after- it was death carved into a giant glass like ball, as you looked into it the feeling was of losing yourself and watching your past melt into nothingness. The swirling hypnotic smoke within caught your eye in such a manner that you could not look away, your only option was to look and be frozen by it's power, it's commanding presence, it's finality.



Part 2: Into the Labyrinth



With all my strength and a good dose of fear, I pulled my gaze away from the Orb of Death. I knew it was following me the sound of glass on stone eternally grew nearer the slower I progressed, it grew weaker only when I made quick progress. I ran down the passage of learning trying my best to read and understand the information left carved upon the walls of the Labyrinth. Though the knowledge was written in every language used today and many that have been extinct for aeons, I understood every character, every symbol. I scanned each wall; picking out pieces I found of interest, memorizing as I went along, trying to put together the mystery of life. Passages led off in many directions at many angles, some up some down. All the while a different skill or ability could be gained through following the instructions of those who have come before.

I found a stairway up to a great tower, the power to be gained there was immense, it's lessons difficult to follow and nearly impossible to retain. I had thought that because of the small doorway at the base of the spiral stairs the Orb couldn't follow me; I was wrong. It had the ability to change size and roll uphill in an unatural way, free of gravity, and other rules of the universe we all must adhere to. I eventually reached the top of the tower, tired and overwhelmed with learning the art of inner strength I was not quite ready for the view ahead.

Before me was a world constructed completely of walls, stairs and catacombs in a Labyrinthine Abyss stretching out as far as I could see, the curvature of this world faded into the distance. From the look of the place it must have been about the size of Venus or perhaps Mars. Above the sky had turned to night, unrecognizable planets hung in the endless void of space beyond the thin atmosphere of this mysterious world. Thumps came up the staircase behind me the Orb had caught up and I had lingered too long. I searched for an alternate route yet none was available, fear rose up from within as I logically assessed my situation certain death from the Orb, or possible death from the leap of faith.

I leapt from the stone balcony finding I had a caped shirt which I could glide with, trousers and black sports shoes. The shoes were light and comfortable, easy to run in and they could walk up walls if you moved fast enough. I was considerably older now somewhere in my teens. I could see my path to greatness from this height, like drawing your path in the mazes on the sides of franchised kids meals boxes, I drew my path in my minds eyes and memorized the turns, the rises and falls. I landed lightly into a ninja roll and took off at a run, I could read faster now and also read many things simultaneously; I had a sense of being able to see all around me at once. The Labyrinth was beginning to be fun, I understood the rules, I could visualize the goal I wanted to achieve and I knew my path towards that goal.

But all was not as it seemed within the walls of the Labyrinth, there were variables I had not accounted for in my path. Socialising and the opposite sex was a path that led me from my optimum trajectory, the walls showed scenes of parties and sexual positions, drugs and many other sides of youth we all experiment with. This part was a blur and I fell to the pit of the Catacombs. The light had the tinge of blue to it like moonlight but more foreboding, sounds echoed that had no origin, pillars stood creating shadows that moved in unusual ways. Things moved in the darkness that you know cant be human, and may not be alive at all.



Part 3: Escape from the Catacombs



For years I fell about in the darkness trying to read the maddening messages scrawled by desperate hands in ugly quickly written fonts. Hoping that someone had found the way out from this terrible place, made the run along the upside down stairwells that had collected on the roof as if they had fallen upwards in some reverse way. The floors were sticky with blackened blood and as you moved the fatigue would worsen exponentially, I was tiring fast and my clothes were stained when a doorway seemed to appear ahead. I dragged myself toward the dim green light that edged closer to my feet with every step, and I leant against the sill of the door. I remembered the Orb, it symbolized fears of death but also the death of fear. Suddenly the door slid closed from above making me leap forward to the middle of cube shaped room. Green light rained down like water, glowing droplets of green liquid hit the ground and took forms of spiders, snakes, centipedes, worms and a multitude of other creepy crawlies. They crunched under my feet, I searched for a way out but the only way was up. I had no wings nor the ability to fly without them and so I screamed to the tiny square of light far above to release me...



Part 4: When Worlds Collide



I awoke in my bed in Taheke, the bugs and snakes had followed me through the portal between the realm of dreams and the world of my body, I was 10 years old. They crept up the walls, and through the sheets, they covered the floors nearly a foot deep, and they were not normal sized insects. The snakes had heads the size of beach balls and they put holes through the walls where they entered and exited the room. Insects the size of a mans torso crawled over my books and bodies being stripped of flesh continued to be nibbled by hundreds of tiny mandibles. I ran screaming to my parents room the hallucination continued throughout the house and I realized there was no escape. As I pushed open the door shoving it again and again to shift the bugs on the floor, I then noticed the green blood ooze from underneath.

My mother stirred first, "What? What is it? A dream?" she said groggily. I stammered " They followed me back! Back through the portal! I can't escape and the Orb! The Orb is death!!" I looked at my hands, they were abnormal I looked closer, and closer still. "It's in my palm! the Orb has me, its as small as the tiniest grain of sand but its weight equals that of the universe itself and it's getting heavier" I ranted uncontrollably; my eyes were fully dilated and i fell to the floor at the foot of the bed. My mother rose to find me with the back of my right hand on the floor and my left hand clamped around my wrist, I stared at my palm as if a world revolved within it. I spoke silently, my mouth moved but no sound came out. She tried to pick me up but couldn't get my hand up off the ground, my father laughed and got out of bed. He moved to where I was upon the floor and together they tried to pick me up. Surprisingly they couldn't separate me from the floor until finally I fell asleep again.



Part 5 Ascent from the Pits of Despair



I held the Universe in my hand, I had become one with the Orb for a millisecond, I had seen the secret of dreaming. I stood, the Snakes and Insects scuttered and hid along the walls and corners trying desperately to escape the prison they had created to devour me. They squirmed and shrunk as I realized I wore clothes of white that glowed bright as the sun. I looked upward and flew, slowly at first and picked up speed as I gained my confidence back. I burst from the square vent at the top of the shaft that slowly spiralled from the Catacombs below.

I flew to the limit of the atmosphere to gain perspective on the situation and to find the best route to the end of the Labyrinth, I landed in the Great Octagon, flat and wide with amazing carvings upon the floor that were woven together. They had been carved by every culture and blended seamlessly together in a repeating pattern that extended into the distance and up the walls. Sixteen hundred doorways stood around the walls of the Octagon, I searched for the Orb, it could still kill me I knew that much. Then it seemed as if the insects had returned for I could see tiny figures coming from each of the doorways. They weren't insects however they were warriors dressed in outfits in accordance to their cultures, their weapons were drawn and a murderous look in their eyes helped me quickly to understand their intentions.





Part 6: Battle for my Mind



I looked to the centre of the Octagon and found to my delight a sword made of Onyx, black and glassy like the Orb; it sung a song of virtue and belief and upon the hilt was the symbol for infinity. I dashed from the point where I had landed and drew the sword from its resting place within the stone. The ground shuddered and the 160,000 warriors who bore down upon me braced their footing and looked unsurely at one-another, some even fell to the ground scrambling to get up. Seeing how outnumbered I was they laughed and their fear was gone, once again replaced by a murderous vengeance.

I stood alone vastly outnumbered yet unafraid, I had seen the Orb's will when I held it, and somehow I knew these warriors could not kill me. They surrounded me in a circle 20 paces from the centre to the first warrior. It was an Armoured Knight who attacked first, his straight edged two-handed sword cut through the air before me as I had already moved back, parrying his blade deep into the stone floor then, using the momentum from that hit, I twisted over and sliced through the weak spot at the neck of his armour. The clang of metal on stone rang out as they watched his head come to rest at the foot of a Zulu warrior. The Zulu cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrow slightly; it seemed he was assessing my ability. From behind I sensed the whoosh of an arrow sailing through the air, I ducked and rolled left, the arrow landing in the arm of a Celtic warrior. The Zulu flung his spear at the spot I had rolled to and I bounced the stone tip with the flat of my blade off into an unwary looking Mayan.

I continued like this for an unknown amount of time, willing only to counter-attack those who attacked me. In the distance however, I could see for each that fell another would rise in his place entering through a doorway somewhere within the Great Octagon. I stepped up my game, I closed my eyes and visualised as many different warriors as I could, each with their own specialty, their own strengths and weaknesses. My body phased and shifted, to the warriors around me it seemed as if I was blinking in and out of existence, they stood in awe as multiples of myself split from my centre and began to take form around me.

* The Barbarian, possessing brutal strength, an unstoppable axe and a powerful inner rage stepped onto the stone with a menacing thud. His messy dark blonde hair hid a chiseled and Neanderthal version of my face, his eyes small and violent. He breathed heavily, and looked around for his next opponent.
* The Avenger had a spiked club and wore light armor with a symbol of the Scales on it, his power lay in his ability to judge right from wrong. He used this ability in conjuction with his faith in his reality and himself. He was accurate and severe with his final judgement, unable to be leniant and completely un-bias. He gazed coldly at his opposition.
* The Beast wore only a loincloth, his muscled body was immensely powerful and unnaturally fast. Hair grew upon his body in clumps that followed a natural pattern and his nails were sharp and unbreakable. His senses were honed to a fine point, night vision, an advanced sense of feeling a spider would be jealous of, he could hear an ant fart two hundred metres away while it was underground having a conversation, he could taste pheromones in the air and smell the fear in a man's heart. The beast used his instincts to guide him, he sniffed at the air and snorted in defiance.
* The Archer had many different arrows in his quiver, by nature he was quick-witted and humorous. He was telekinetic and so his arrows never missed their mark. He could disguise himself very well, often using another man's temptations or anger against them to gain his advantage. The Archer gave a mischeivous smile and flipped a gold coin in the air.
* The Assassin, lithe and agile with a small curved blade in each hand and thrown weapons hidden upon his garb. He did not speak, and only his dark black eyes were shown through his outfit of black, he could teleport and used distraction to gut his enemies. He looked left, then right, and suddenly disappeared in a haze of grey smoke.
* The Armoured Assaulter; the biggest of the group stood tall in silver armour delicately enscribed with runes and charms of ancient magic, his weapons- two great sheilds that bore spikes upon them to deliver defensive attacks. He took a heavy step forward and raised his sheilds to the fore and aft.
* The Blademaster wore two samurai swords at his waist and an arrogant grin upon his scarred face at all times. His arms were crossed and his stance balanced, he gracefully destroyed any who opposed him. He did not move but to breathe and his eyes saw all movement without seeing.
* The Berserker had two wicked looking hand axes, and a mad, devil may care look in his eye. He had lost everything therefore had nothing to lose. He was the most dangerous as he cared for no-one; not even himself. He flipped his axes one after the other as if to juggle them, laughing manaically as he did so.
* The Black Magician, withered and old, had used his power to manipulate and control others to his own ends, his face was always in darkness, yet his eyes glowed blood red. From beyond the grave he had returned to enslave the souls of the weak that he may once again study the dark arts in the land of the living. He brought his golden scythe before him and all who gazed upon him trembled in fear and anguish.
* The White Knight stood in his armor that could not be tarnished by dirt or blood, his face beautiful to behold; his smile was of understanding and compassion. His longsword was straight and had a heart-shaped insignia carved upon it. His shield was large and round and the outside was mirrored to reflect the enemies own fears and weaknesses back upon them. The White Knight reached up and closed his visor, showing his enemies none of the beauty he possessed; his visor was pure light and blinding.
* The Sorceror of Light, wise and experienced he is the oldest of them all. Spiritually powerful and in tune with the forces of nature this being was human once but is now energy itself. His Staff was held in his left hand and the butt was upon the stone of the Octagon, his face was old but still my own, his hair white and eyes of glacial blue. He raised his Staff and a bolt of blue-white lightning struck it as the Sorceror said in a thousand voices " Begin!!!"

The bolt bounced from his Staff and leapt through the crowd of confused warriors, nearly a thousand fell in this first attack. The Beast and Berserker were first off the mark leaping ahead into the fray. Clawed faces screamed in agony as the Beast delivered fast blows from hand and foot, not to mention the occasional bitten neck. The Berserker threw his axes one at a time and they returned to him after slitting throats and maiming limbs. The Assassin who had disappeared earlier was teleporting from door to door silently garrotting new entrants to the Octagon, as they thought the battle raged in the centre. The Black Magician tended the wounded, sucking the life from them and storing the energy in blood orbs to use later in the restoration of his allies fatigued and damaged bodies, he was unable to be killed by mortal weapons and used this to his full advantage.

Around the Sorceror of Light the Avenger revolved, protecting him as he summoned powerful magic that erupted from the clear quartz tip of the gnarled wooden staff. Fire and Ice, Wind, Water and Earth cast from the Sorcerors hands and amplified by the staff he had made himself. Energy pealed outward burning or freezing, drowning, crushing and throwing enemies high into the air. As the Avenger clubbed the attackers, those who were not killed ran from battle seeing the error of their ways and urging to change their wasted lives.

The Barbarian and the Armoured Assaulter made wide defensive circles around my true self who sat in the centre meditating. The Barbarian swung his two handed axe powerfully and without equal, even the great Vikings of the North who were of similar stature flew through the air with smashed sheilds from the blows of this behemoth. The Armoured Assaulter was battling Japanese samurai, their fine blades the strongest in the world; but they were no match for this armour of the ancients. No weak spots showed, no scratch impressed upon it, no piece remmovable and always and again the Armoured one pushed forward and those ahead were impaled upon his spiked shields and armour; and below their heads were cracked by his immense weight.

The Archer had taken a triangular position around me evading the giant battling forms of the Barbarian and Assaulter, ever the opportunist he let arrows fly at foes who sought to stab his allies in the back and giggled as he did so. The Black Magician flung the archer a small pouch, which he then tied to an arrow and lit, red smoke was rising from a large fat nasty looking Persian. The smoke signal was from the Assassin for upon the Persians back was an explosive device. The Beast had wandered far from the centre and was now in the blast zone, noticing this, the Sorceror whispered to him " flee to your left! ". As the Beast tore the throat from an unusually dressed Chinese man the Archer let his arrow fly.

The White Knight charged towards the Beast who was lost in some sort of frenzied killing spree and put himself between the Beast and the raging Persian. A switch on the back of the White Knight's shield was triggered and the edges extended slicing into the ground and locking into place. The White Knight braced himself and grabbed the Beast by the scruff of the neck pulling him in behind the shield. Time slowed as the flaming arrow flew past battling foes, narrowly avoiding swung weapons until finally punching a hole through the Persians shoulder and out the other side into the soft sack layer of the explosive backpack.

The explosion killed thousands and those outside the kill zone were knocked from their feet, able to catch their breath my Warriors assessed their injuries, all but the Beast, Beserker and the Blademaster. The Blademaster had killed 30000 hardened warriors alone, choosing the widest circle and moving in a dance of death around it. His blades had found no other in their path, and no shield had slowed their movement; no enemy had wounded him, neither a graze nor scratch. His acrobatic, unpredictable style was ever-changing and custom-built to the weaknesses of his opponents. He spun from heel to toe, using every part of his body as his weapon, and his blades as his exclamatory full stop.

It took one thousand, one hundred and eleven minutes, and eleven seconds for the battle to conclude; the doors no longer exuded enemies of many cultures, and the bodies of the dead decomposed into dust.

Some of my warriors rejoiced, the Beast, the Beserker, the Archer and the Barbarian all caught in the flood of victory. But the thinkers of us knew, this was too easy. It was only the beginning...



Part 7: My Greatest Foe



I traveled from the Great Octagon as a group now, fanned out and reading the walls forever still, when we came to the next open area. The walls were made from what looked like giant noodles of stone moving in waves around the central floor, the waves becoming larger as they wall got higher. There were eye shaped holes that were glassed in a crystalline matter the colour of citrine and you could see through to the walls on the other side. This place I named the Citrine Circle was like the Great Octagon in that it had no writings on the walls merely symbols and tessellated patterns, one main difference was that it was larger by three times at least . Above more time had passed, the constellations in the sky described a battle of opposites. One set of stars was attacking another set, which was it's equal and opposite,one good, one evil.

I turned around to look at my surroundings a little more, a heat haze shimmered as I did so then as if I was looking into a mirror there I was, staring back at me. I chuckled and looked to my doubles who each stood before themselves, having the same some sort of de-ja-vu moment, when without warning a blade sliced for my throat.

I dodged backwards, my hands instinctively hit the ground tips first and my legs came up one after the other as I completed the backflip handstand. I felt as my toe hooked the butt of the blade from my assailants hand and listened as it spun through the air, I came to rest in a sideways stance ready for battle and took the blade from where it spun in the air. Around me all the different versions of myself battled their evil counterparts none able to gain the advantage.

This realization that their strengths were cancelled out by eachother, led naturally to the idea that I must use their opposite to defeat them as the stars had predicted. And so the pairing of opposites began as I worked out in my mind who would best suit victory over another, some were obvious some less so, yet all had a weakness, for without weakness there can be no strength.

Even with the pairing of opposites the battle could never have been won, the fact that these opposites must exist on the same plane was very apparent to me now as time after time no victory had been wrought, and so as a group doubled once more we moved ahead, aware of the other but not in constant conflict with it. As always the great black void still rolled after me, yet around these great challenges it respected my need for respite from it's pressure.



It was at this moment I noticed the demons who attempted to claw their way through the walls of crystal, I could see them now I had seen the dark side of myself, and in the sky far above the pure white wings of angels could be seen circling in figures of eight who took place of the stars I had seen earlier. I listened carefully to the softly spoken words of the Angels through the chaotic ruckus of the demons who ached to breach the walls and swarm around me and my allies to tear flesh from bone and feed on my very soul, I heard their cries for fear, I heard their shouts for pain and anguish, I heard their screams for greed, jealousy and power... I heard but did not listen. I listened to the angels above as if I heard the voice of an old friend who imparts his wisdom before he dies, I listened clearly and heard what only could be described as the answer to the question of life and death, of good god and evil devil. I listened and felt it llike a balm that heals all wounds. I knew at this point the battle of the opposites had been won.



Part 8: Pull Yourself Together



As the wave of victory ebbed I watched how the various versions of myself behaved around one another. Some were working together, others made a point to ignore one-another and a few were at each others throats.Then, from the pits below a rumble began, a noise of dread, despair and a herald of pain. The stone beneath me shuddered and quaked, as the sound of something large came nearer and nearer. The Beast crouched low and had a fearful look in his eye, the Archer stopped rolling his coin from knuckle to knuckle while the Armoured Assaulter stood with his legs wide apart bracing himself for anything that may come. I saw the hand of the blade master move to the hilt of his sword, he was not his usual calm, a worried expression crossed his face momentarily followed quickly by his ice cold demeanor of arrogant determination. The stage was set as the waved walls of the Citrine Circle phased and shifted holographically to scenes of the elements themselves, Fire, Earth, Water and Air spilt equally in four parts.

I looked out into the each of the four distinct corners of the battlefield, and realized they each contained an Elemental Dragon, seated upon a throne. Eight powerful eyes bore down upon me, my crew of Allies were ready for battle but in this instance a different approach would win victory.

I breathed in and drew all my allies and their opposites within, I grew stronger as I understood the different parts that made up my own being and then I breathed out. My clothes had changed, replaced by a Liquid Armour that bent and shited with each movement I made. It could not be pierced, nor burned or rusted, crushed or frozen, it would adapt to whatever situation it was given and repel in a befitting fashion as long as I kept my focus. A Spirit Sword made of Tempered Gold and laced with Titanium materialized in my left hand, then a Soul Sheild that wore the four elements in my right. I felt truly invincible and beckoned the bravest Dragon to approach.

The Dragons of Air and Fire leapt from their perches blasting me with accelerated flame, I dodged the flames licking at my heels, felt the searing heat of the bright blue flames and knew I was far from invincible, these dragons were more powerful than me and when they worked together they were the invincible ones. I battled against steam, fiery earthquakes, ice storms, whirlwinds, fire storms, mudslides, volcanic eruptions and hurricanes. I sheilded and dodged, leapt and ducked constantly looking for the opening, the soft spot to drive home a killing blow, I knew once one fell they all shall fall. I enchanted my sword, and headed straight for the Water Leviathan, flames encompassed my hand and the blade, I flew quickly directly for his centre, having to dodge mid air shards of ice he threw at me. I teleported changed my enchantment to molten earth and slammed my blade down into the unsuspecting spine of the Air Dragon. He stiffenned and around him the other Dragons roared a deafening howl of pain. His great form fell to the ground with a dead thump, and he lay paralyzed upon the floor. I sprinted to his side and with a clean blow removed his head, throwing my shield aside I plunged my arm into the severed spine of the fallen beast and grabbed hold of his brain stem.

I had a strange sensation of our minds melding together and seeing with four eyes at once, luckily I regained my wits before the spiked rocky tail of the Earth Dragon came down upon me. I held up the head of the Air Dragon and let loose a blast of wind that made him rear up to reveal the weak parts beneath the scales of his chest. I threw my blade as hard as I could directly at his heart using my mind to guide it as I did so. It landed true in his heart and once more the remaining dragons roared in anguish and mentally I returned the sword to my left hand. From this dragon I took the tail, with a slice of my Blade formed of air I cleanly removed it. I grabbed the base of his tail with the mouth of the Air Dragon and used it as a whip to catch the Fire Dragon mid-flight. I slammed him against the ground then hurled him into the sea at the feet of the Water Leviathan then dove in after him using the Air Blast from the Dragon's head to propel me and cover my back from the pursuing Leviathan. I cut a slit in his back and entered his body cavity, slipping and sliding past bones and cartilage. I had to leave the head of the dragon out side and my sword was stuck fast in his ribs. I reached out with my right arm feeling the pulse of his heart to be close. The Dragon tensed and flexed basically trying to crush and suffocate me and I was close to death but forced myself forward, pulling on an artery to get ahead. It was then I felt his heart and as burning hot as it was the surrounding water dampened it enough to wrap my hand around it and squeeze. I twisted and ripped it from his chest, around me waves of pain erupted everywhere and after a lot of twitching he was dead. There was one problem though, I was stuck inside this dragon and sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I used Ice magic and began to freeze the tissue around me then smashed my way out retreiving my sword and claiming another head trophy.

The Leviathan caught me by surprise, hitting me from behind at supernatural speed then clamping his jaws around my waist and arms. I dropped the fire Dragons head but held tight to my Spirit Sword, I then peered into his eye that locked with mine and saw the tiniest shimmer of fear. I thought of the electric eel and conducted a lightning bolt through myself into the Leviathan, naturally he tensed and shudder in response to this and a canine peirced my gut but my sword arm was freed. The Dragons eye widened as he saw me draw my arm back and then closed as I thrust it through his eye into his brain. He went limp and let go sinking to the abyss below. Yet the danger was not over, sharks and giant crocodiles came to feed upon the dragons lifeless body and knowing I was wounded it would be a matter of time before they came after me.

I swum as best I could, sword sheathed upon my back. The surface seemed further than I could last, and though I could breathe underwater, I was drowning still from the pressure and depth. I forced the last of my strength into a beam of light that superheated the water making a column of steam swirl upwards and on this flow I rose to the surface. I teleported ashore once I could see it. I lay there breathing heavily, watching the blood drain from the hole in my stomach, knowing it would be a long and painful death.

I faded in and out of consciousness, when I opened my eyes I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she was healing me, comforting me, she helped me up and I realized she was an Angel, one of those who had sung to me earlier as she flew high above watching my struggle. In a haze of white light she dematerialized and I stood fully myself once more.



Part 9: Death is only the Beginning



I looked down at my hands, they were old and wrinkled I was in my 80's, my Spirit Sword had become a Carved Staff with a Quartz stone that shone white and pure. The walls moved and shifted at my will and lined up like shelves of a bookcase, I did not have to look to read anymore, the knowledge came to me through my minds eye. I plodded ahead a light not far ahead drawing me closer and closer. I moved slowly and heard the Orb of Death behind me gaining ground with every weakening step then I came to the strangest part of the Labyrinth so far. The walls were blank and I knew their purpose, it was my turn to leave my mark upon this place of knowledge. For seven years I moved ahead casting all I had come to know through my youth, my adolescence, adulthood and old age; the tales of my victories and defeats, the full tome of knowledge I had gained in my lifetime. I cast it upon the walls, burned as if by a thousand lasers simultaneously constructing the story of my life, then once all had been said and done I stepped forward into a stone circle surrounded by 30 foot high walls and four arched passageways. The sky above was purple and pink with darkened blues at the zenith, light from distant suns filtered through the stone arches creating a latticework of criss-crossed shadows, varying in tones upon the interlocked pavers of the walls and floors. I was back where I started and had lived my life as well I could have for all that happens, happens for a reason, and ultimately could not have taken place in any other way. I turned to see the Orb of Death rolling towards me yet within the Orb the swirling smoke was no longer foreboding, I held no fear of it, it felt like home. I stood in the centre of the circle and let the Orb absorb me and became part of the Light.



Authors Note: This dream recurred often to me as a child, without it I would not have had the life I chose to this day. It was the base of my philosophy and the base of my knowledge which to this day serves me to become better, harder, faster and stronger than I was the day before. It gave me the abilities I now have developed, many of which cannot be explained through reason or logic and which also drives my significantly different perception of life. I have become aware that this is not normal, but those of you who know me well will understand that I am not, never have and never will be a usual sort of person. I hope that at the least it is entertaining, but know this, if you remember your dreams you are special, chosen to see what others cannot, what others should not and one day you will be called to show this knowledge so that the ones around you may better understand themselves.

Sweet Dreams.....

Dreamt and Written by Anthony Toia

The Original Dreamer of Legend

Had a storm dream again. Whenever I dream about storms, they're very vivid, and I find they enter my dreams a lot. I really need to start using this as a dream sign, Hey, subconscious, did you get that? Okay, good.

It was me, T, and my son in this house that had two levels, but I'm not sure if it was a two story or if there was just sort of a loft like thing, but I was up there with my son. There was a window looking out on the storm, and the window covered the entire left wall. It was really pretty, I remember telling T he needed to come look at this. Also, the house we were in was sitting upon a hill overlooking the surrounding area, so it was very good view. In the distance, as I observed the storm, I could see tornado formations. I wasn't scared, like I usually am, I felt safe.

There was more to the dream, but this is all I can recall at the moment.

So for the past few nights, I've been having some interesting sexual dreams. I have been very happily with my boyfriend for over 3 years, and even after a child our sex life has remained very healthy. The dreams involve men who I have been attracted to in the past, usually that I went to high school with. While I'm having these dreams, they are very vivid and very pleasurable. I wake not necessarily feeling guilty. Also, after having the dreams I feel a very strong pleasure looking back on them. I am very nervous about telling my boyfriend, really I'm not sure I even should. Could someone give me some insight as to what they mean?

Type: Lucid
Vivid: Long

I where on a bus with my sister. It was driving backwards and on the wrong side of the road. I got this strange feeling that this was a dream, but I didn't do a RC. My sister reads her teacher's dream journal. She tells me that, the teacher got a lucid dream that was 30 pages long O.o We starts to discuss lucid dreams. After a while she ask's me what RC's I use. I say that I will show her.

We get's teleported to a house. We both stands in the front of the mirror. I look normal so I haven't actually realised yet that I am dreaming. I do the "Finger to palm RC". I see that my fingertip goes trough.I realise that it is a dream. But I do the RC again just to make sure. I don't get over excited, because I have been suspecting trough out the dream that it is a dream. I do the nose RC just to feel how it feels like breathing when you have plugged your nose in a dream. As soon as I plugg my nose, my nose opens a new hole that I can breath through.

I'm outside the building now, when i realise that the dream is about to fall apart(everything becomes gray and the sun is getting brighter.) I starts to rubb my hands. I am thinking to myself that I gotta remember this dream.

I am at my school right know, so starts to explore and notice scen's that my brain have made up.( For example, in my dream the school had 5 floors. In reality it has 4 floors.)

I walk down stairs to the second floor. I notice that 2 students are talking to a teacher about something, but I don't take futher notice. I suddenly remembers that one of my goals was to fly in a controllable lucid dream. I say to myself that I will do it outside because it's much more space out there. I want to get outside the badass way so I tries to create a bazooka wich a call a "bearzooka"(Don't ask ) It dosen't work the first time i try to create it, but second try was more succefull.

So with the "bearzooka" in my hand, I walk downstairs to blow up the wall. The stairs leads me to my house(WTF?) and I see my parents drinking coffe in the kitchen. I blow's up the wall to get outside, but suddenly I am in a car. My parents are mad at me, and are taking me to paris.(don't ask.)

I lose my lucidity under the car ride and after a while I wake up.

Ps: Sorry for bad english

Dream Graduation

I’m in school. Graduation is getting set up RIGHT NOW. Hallways are empty except me and a few other “left overs” who can’t graduate for whatever reason. I have a bottle of wine in my hand and start running and screaming: look at me! A cup manifests and I pour it, chugging the bottle and then the cup, bottle then the cup until I’m in the rotunda, drunk and everyone’s looking at me.

I follow some other left overs through dusty abandoned hallways so Mrs. L doesn’t see us and find us out. We all have this plan to graduate anyway so we go way up into the theater storage attic and try our best to hide ourselves. Me under a big blanket with someone and I’m drunk and my eyesight is like that of when I’m so tired I can’t keep my lids awake. So for most of it I do have my eyes closed and just listen under a blanket stacked on top of theater props so I almost touch the ceiling.

Someone tries to peep into the hallway and a little Asian girl who ate all her hair off (really) is the “hall monitor” for graduation sees that someone. She sends in this bulky girl, a real bully. She’s got a trick. She pulls the first kid she sees to her and licks that student’s lip, touches it and then taps her temple. She screams and falls down, not dead but just painful. She does another little trick to someone (pulls their lip ring over their nose!) and says she won’t tell Mrs. L. She’s gonna leave but first wants to show off another trick, looking for someone she pulls me over to her! No way, I hate pain (who doesn’t); she spins my chin into a tight spiral and every time I un-spin it a little, shit it hurts. But someone tells me there’s a trick to her trick and just un-spin it all at once: I do, and I feel just a little tug and I’m okay.

A few of us go further into the attic and we find that there’s a desk and under the desk is nothing, it’s a free-fall to the ice arena where they graduate so you can watch the whole thing. They’re almost ready! A teacher, Mrs. Smith (4’7 or something small!) sees us peeping and comes marching over. We all run out of the attic, oh too late, and Mrs. L is standing waiting for us.

She’s a lovely lady sometimes and says we can all graduate, so everyone puts their gowns on. I don’t have one. At the final door to the ice arena, its time to graduate, I don’t have a gown, but there’s a box with a white Freshman gown. I’m a sophomore in my dream (hey wait, why were all the different classes graduating instead of just the seniors!) and our color is green, so I’m a bit embarrassed. We walk out and I run over to Autumn so she can take my picture (it’s mandatory). When I get over to my class, they’re all wearing white and I’m the only one wearing green.


Lucid Awakening

I’m downtown, walking in a little drizzle. I plan on going to the community market to volunteer when I see a little nook between buildings with a candy store built in. It doesn’t have a door or a cashing machine, it’s just a bunch of glass jars with a ton of bright colored candy. I’m pretty delighted but wait! We don’t have a candy store downtown. And why is downtown so tiny? I’m lucid. I walk into the center of downtown (as I said, everything is tiny and compact, like 50 feet). I look around and notice:

This feels real. This is REALITY to me. Everything is solid and I am perceiving it just as I do waking life.

(This single lucid fragment has created something in me that has helped everything I've been doing dream-wise DRAMATICALLY. I understood before that dreams=reality while waking life=hazy and unreal while you're dreaming, but I never FELT and EXPERIENCED that completely. Now that I have, something has clicked. My reality checks take up to five minutes or more, not because I feel that more time is necessary or anything, but that's how long it takes me to discern my reality. REALITY has a new meaning. I become lucid more often (though write more in the hard copy of my dream journal, less on here). I thank my subconscious for letting me explore this feeling.)


Fragments

I make a sandwich for myself "when I wake up"- WHY WASN'T I LUCID?

Autumn and I are being obnoxious in school, so Heather leaves without saying a word to me. Crushing.
NOTE: Autumn told me today that she had a VERY SIMILAR dream, of her and I and Heather (who she has never met or talked to) all in a classroom.

So like, I haven't wrote in my dream journal for almost a week. That's seriously lacking some effort, yo. But then again I was having difficulty with my re-call.
Anyway, today was an absolute success. Love it.

Lucid = orange

Dream 1 -

I'm in bed trying to get to sleep and ultimately lucid (unaware that I'm dreaming) and having great difficulty doing so. I then hear a knock on the door, it's Tamara.
Note: Tamara is my younger sister's best friend.
She asks if she can help and I agree. My eyes are shut through the whole of this but I hear her come in and then hold my hand, which I find quite soothing and it also helps towards what I'm aiming for as I start drifting off. Then this black cat appears. It can talk, and I ask if it can help me become lucid. It says it can (and other stuff which I can't remember, although I think one the things it said was ''see you in the dream-world'') and then curls up at the top of my head. I then go through some sort of trippy phase and I'm able to simply get out of my body just like that and 'into' the dream-world.

I'm then lucid, still unaware of the fact I was dreaming before, but knew I was now nonetheless. It's kind of hard for me to speak and I have the problem with keeping my eyes open again, so I call for my dream guide and start paying attention to what I can hear and touch and feel what's on the floor in the hope of achieving what I did last time. While I'm doing this the black cat appears again and this time it's sitting on the end of my bed just watching me.

I then accidentally open my eyes for real and wake up. It was about 5:55 in the morning. I was kinda annoyed at the fact I had just failed but was proud nonetheless because I had another lucid, and actually remembered to try to find my/a dream guide (This cat appeared, but I'm not sure if it is one).
So, with that positive mind frame I went back to sleep.

Dream 2 -

I'm playing a game on the computer. I'm in some kind of square by the sea with a group of others, and we have to kill 4 random bosses within 10 minutes (penguin, cat, etc or something). With about 4 minutes left I hear my Dad call out that it's prayer time.
Note: Every night (the majority of the time) we have a family prayer just before one of us goes to bed.
I state that I can't go up just yet because we're running out of time and need to finish this. Dad says ''We'll have to do it without you then.'' I feel kinda bad but at the same time it can't be helped so I just focus on the game. After that's done, and I'm heading off elsewhere in-game, the screen goes blank. I try to fix it but I don't know what's wrong with it, so I ask Dad if he can sort it and he does.

I'm now in Warsong Gultch again (a World of Warcraft battleground which is basically capture the flag 3 times to win). To begin with, it's 3rd person, but as soon as it starts and my team set off, it zooms into it and I'm actually there. I notice that it looks a bit different to how it should look; there's loads of huge rocks and stuff dotted about.
I can't really remember what I did here but eventually I found myself round the back of our base and I can see a fight going on on the second floor. I'm about start making my way up so I can join in and then notice a Draenei Mage is about to nuke me so I get out of the line of sight. Then the whole thing freezes. I realise I spent too much time dawdling about and it's ended.
I go somewhere (can't remember where) and then find myself in a completely new environment. It's some kind of museum-looking place with a HUGE staircase which spirals in a square shape up to the top. I'm holding some kind of object and jacking off while floating higher and higher in the air (some other force is moving me), not really caring about how high up I'm getting. Then I find myself moving towards something and land on top (this thing is huge, and there's no way down from it). I'm scared to death. I'm on top of something I cannot get down from without seriously injuring myself. Then it hits me:
''Wait. This place doesn't exist. It's not real. I'm dreaming!''
I breathe a massive sigh of relief and then start thinking of a way to get down. I consider jumping but I don't want to risk waking up as I'm afraid of heights and my brain might wake myself up so it doesn't have to deal with the landing. I then think ''Oh, ladder!'' and I spot one next to the wall below me. I reach out my hand and use telekinesis to move it up against this sculpture thing, but it's not wide enough. I kindly ask it to make itself wider and it does so. When I've safely reached the ground I think to myself ''I should try and find my dream guide.'' and call out ''Dream guide!''

Nothing.

I call out again ''Dream guide, please show yourself!'' and this time I notice something which I didn't take in before. A man had been sitting in the corner observing me all this time. I look at him and wonder who he is, and he seemed to read my mind. He called out to me and said ''Well, you did ask for me.'' in a tone which made him sound higher up than me. (pretty sure this guy is my dream guide )

My heart jumped for joy at this point and I bounded over as fast as I could to sit down next to him. He was an older man looking about mid 30's who wore glasses and a French beret. He basically looked like a classic French painter/artist. I asked him ''Can I ask you a quick question please?'' He replied ''Of course.'' and I responded ''What should I call you by?''. He then told me his name (but I actually can't remember it). We then got into conversation and I recall him saying something to do with a word/phrase located in the Italian dictionary which I didn't understand and something to do with a BTEC course 'cause I said he looked like an artist.

I then woke up mid-convo.

Note my inner artist coming out much.

LUCID!!! Was at my gmas old house. I stepped outside for a moment and noticed 4 boys down the street. I think I was becoming lucid and I was twirling around. They started sprinting at me. I coulndt make them stop. Ran back in the house. Locked the door. Waited a while. Remembered I was dreaming. Rubbing hands together walked out back. Looked down at hands, the right one had 6 fingers. There was a massive rolling hill with trees and a roller coaster. I wanted to fly. I jumped as hard as I could in the air and I was flying. I was in a dog like position and every time I supermaned I went to fast and got scared. I did really well, weaving between trees and the roller coaster. I eventually flew back to top of the hill where my gmas house was and landed.


Was at the pawn shop. My gpa tom walked in and I hugged him and began to cry.from my guilt. He told.me he still loved me and that gma was waiting to eat dinner with us at some fancy seafood restaurant. When I walked up to the table I saw the back of her head. She turned to me and hugged me. Again I cried. I told them how sorry I was and how much I missed them. They forgave me and we talked a bit.



Was at shop. I was helping some really annoying customer who kept yelling at me and calling me names. I wanted to also the old Bitch but nancy was there. I knew which car was hers.in the lot. She went to the bathroom and I stepped outside to catch some air before finishing her loan. I saw two scrubby girls cross the lot to her car and break into it. They got it running. I though about just letting them take the bags car but I figured that would be wrong plus we would never get rid of her. I ran out in front of the car. They barely stopped. I pulled the driver out of the car and beat the shit out of her. The other girl ran. Then I dragged the driver into the shop. (I think this dream sparked or started the one before)

Allen and I had been traveling around. We got stuck in a beautiful country called gopi in north africa. I wanted to.see pyramids. It was lush and tropical. Just shoot me played on the tvs there. We decided to.build me a room there and I absolutely loved it. We traveled back home. Stopped.in bellevue and a lady was going to make me pay her lse bill for her. I didn't want to. Allen headed home to sammamish. I went to bzquate to pay it. Couldn't find parking. Decided to.keep the money and head.home. to allen.


Was throwing rocks at the top of a building. Some guy in a car watched me fallowed me. I was scared and ran behind a house. Called the cops and he went away. Walked to the bell square areA. Was waiting for raech when a creepy fat samoan dude came up to me. I quickly got in raechels car and locked the door. He spat red wine at me. I reparked the car when he left. Raechel showed up with alicia. They went to a private all girls school. Alicia asked me to go to the dance with her. I said yes and put on a pretty silver dress. Andrew bulzomie zipped it up for me. I was sas that I wasn't going to hang out with allen that night. The headmaster of the school told me she loved purple and raech wore the ugliest dress ever. I tried not to laugh

I was out walking around by myself. It was a warm summer evening in a densly tree area. Walk up to my house which is this massive house with a ton of step in front. I see wayne sitting on the steps and I stop to say hello. He starts hitting on my so I get up and go inside. Im carrying my shoes in my hand. Allen and leo are inside. They are playing games and ignoring me. I don't care much and I relax in a big comfy chair.


Allen and I had a baby girl. Sooooo weird! We kept having to drive her around places and hold her and put her in the car seat. Allen really likes her but was too scared to hold her. I was super anxious. Kid rock drove by and tried to race drive us. I was scared for the baby.


Allen, me, and a group of friends go out to get some food at a comedy club. They hear of a bar downstairs and they all wanted to go. They left me there sitting alone. Everyone else left the club and im the only one there. That waitress tells me mybfriends suck and that I got to go. Im super embarrassed but just then allen comes back alone.



Allen and I are out at a cat race. People are racing their cats for money. I told my mom to buy and save for.me.fantAsia but she never did. Im pissed. Allen and I look around at all the hampers (which are.used to hold the cats) and we pick out one for ourselves. Then we went to the movies. We are sitting in the center seats of a packed theater. Allen starts violently tickling me and I laugh loud. People around us are pissed.

Was in giant spralling house in france. It was cold outside. Was sitting on floor petting a dog. I was talking to a fam member of allens about lucid dreaming while sitting in some chairs. Allen, leo, and g mere in a room talking about going to mcdonalds. Allen and I walk outside. I do a ton of nose reality checks. Didn't first belive I was dreamining so I did hand ones over and over. I kept missing fingers. Then I turned my hands black. LUCID!!!! Look out into the water. Giant creatures are swimming. They have over sized goat heads in white and brown. They're creepy. Allen runs to the water and jumps in. He swims far. I attempt to make portals to bring allen into the dream or at least go to his dream. I fail. I put my legs in the water and loved it wasn't cold. Giant creature began to swim up to ne and I got out. Continued with the portals. Then I made allen come back to me out of the.water. people ran out of the house. Allens mom told allen to go inside. I asked why. They told me it was haunted and everything was shaking. Allen went in. When he came out his top buttons were undone. I tried to hold him and he pulled away. Told me that the house got to him. Was unhappy about dream setting. Made myself wake up.




Leo was on allens and I bed. He was telling us a great story of his adventures in the frozen tundra. He stayed there for a class with just one husky, some rations, a gun, a tent. He told us how he servived and later found that his car had been stolen. Allen and I were amazed.

Was in a small town with riley. He was under my care. Town was going to shit. Monsters, demons, and zombies infested the town. I had to get riley out safely. I was scared that someone would see us leave. Dream moves forward to me and allen in a warehouse. Allen is blind but the most massive fighter against the zombies. There is a part where me and allen are running on the top of a row of bikes to escape zombies and then he rips them apart. We look to the front door opening and see baby Barron running for his life in slow mo. A group of fat zombies are chasing him. He is pulling a giant wheel barrel so he is slow I scream barrons name and run towards him. I sail him up in my arms right before zombies get to him and allen jumps down and starts ripping the zombies apart

LUCID!!!! was moving to london flat with dad. Dina and some people I didn't know were gonna be there. We went outside and I noticed the sky was a swirl of bright warm yellows and light blues. I could see the moon in the sky and it was like 1 million times bigger. I pointed it out to mt dad and decided to do a reality check but I didn't really beleve it. Then I realize d I was dreaming. Looked down at my hands, the right one had 6 fingers and the left had 4. Went inside the house and looked at all the beauty it had, rainbows of colors and fabrics. It was shinning bright with sunlight and I could see beautiful plants outside. Everyone was in the kitchen. I passed by them to go back outside. They fallowed. I gazed at the beautiful sky and the bright sun warmth. I walked down a path to a wide river. A man stood in the water and said the water was cold. I willed him to say itbwas warm and I got in waist deep. It was warm. Them I noticed something in the water and got out. Walked along side the of the river and saw 2 dead creatures in the water. They looked so cool. Like part eal part whale. They were about 15 ft long. I decided to walk back up the hill.towards the house. Did.reality checks the.whole way. The hill was so beautiful and green next to the sun. Stood at top of hill and was thinking of what I should do next. The others joined me. We all faced.the sun and spread our arms outword. It was soooooo deeply relaxing and peaceful. Shit, alarm goes off.

Living with allen leo and snoop dog. Thought that they were all out of the house and wanted to walk around naked. Got naked and started to walk but then I heard snoop and ran back to the room to put on clothes

Was in a giant warehouse thing and there was scaffolding with stairs in the corners. I was on one. The whole building was shaking and I was worried the scaffolding would collapse

Something about starting highschool over again in that warehouse from above. The halls were packed. Remember walking with cliff and complaining about something. He was really high and kept saying "my life is great man"

Raechel was reporting in the middle east. I heard she got shot and I was crying in fear she was dead. Then she sent me a message on facebook and I was relieved but I urged her to get out.

Was playing sins with allen while he played his game. Then I was trying to fgiure out what to make for dinner

Raechel and I were in hawaii. She got accepted to a school there and knew the dean well. They were talking about how they could.get me in. A graduation ceremony was going on.

Verra wang had to take care of megan fox and some lesbian. She wasn't too happy about it. Then some guy that looked like kid rock talked about how he made monster truck cool by playing rock music instead of country. He showed me pics of charlie sheen getting wasted at an event.

A lot of my friend ands my cousins and ray pawnshop all came to my aparment to hangout. Allen suddenly came home from drinking. He was really high off coke. I tried to wisped to him asking why the fuck he did coke and come.home like that. He said really loud, its okay we tongued to tongued it. I said with some girl and he laugh and said she was fat but then winked at travis and walked to the kitchen. He was twitchy and loud like a junky. I kept trying to talk to him quitely and he kept shouting ill do coke when I feel like it. I slapped him a few times. Everyone was on there way out and commenting on how big of an ass allen was. Allen kept saying you all need to exit so I can put her.in check. When they left I started screaming at him that I could lose my job cuz ray heard it all. Allen laid on the bed laughing. Id need been so pissed.

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4-10-11
This was a really long dream but I will shorten it by glossing over the chaotic parts in the beginning.

I was driving in a car with some people I thought I knew. The car goes onto a ferry boat which disembarks. I run around ship but there is nothing interesting to see. Then a guy jumps overboard to swim but the currents are too strong and he is thrown a strange life preserver, it is like a eyeglass case about 10 feet long. He opens it and there is a bed in it that he gets into but this bed is actually a control for the life raft which has a motor and he steers it back to the boat!
I go down to the water to see him then I see that the ship is way up in the air and they are lowering it down into the water, which will be on top of me. I grab a rope and keep pulling it down to me as the boat comes down so, since the rope connects to the side of the ship, it pulls me to the side as well. The ferry still pushes me under water but I don’t panic and swim the small distance under water to the surface. [I remember having this dream before but I panicked and felt like I was drowning and woke up]

Then I was in a museum like place and there was a woman museum guide who was getting everyone’s attention as she explained the globe she was holding. There were maybe 300 people all milling around this second story balcony, all very busy. I felt partially lucid, I knew it was a dream but was still mentally captured by the dream. I looked at everything taking it all in and thought it should be interesting to hear what the museum guide was going to say. Then a woman burst out of the crowd and ran up to the guide “then what’s this ball, what’s this???” I thought she was talking about the globe the guide was holding but then the mad woman held up a hand sized ball with a little blue cube in it. The guide was flabbergasted and confused at this woman’s nuttiness, “Well,… what’s this?!” I ran up to her and took her ball and ran over to this balcony’s banister and jump up on it and jumped out in to air! I slowly flew in the air and said back to the crazy woman “maybe it’s so you can fly!” insinuating that it gave me superpowers. I looked back to see the crazy woman running after me but since she couldn’t fly so she had to run around through the areas that she could and then down a long staircase to the ground floor which is where I landed. I held it out to her and she snatched it away but then couldn’t fly and felt sad with a big sad face. I felt bad that I had caused her to feel heartbroken even though I had hoped to help.

I went up the stairs and walked in a door and inside it seemed like a hotel hallway, so being omnipotent I whatever I wanted walk in a random door. I feel the presence of the last person in here and even got a flash of her appearance but she is not in here and this confuses me. Then I realized I was just getting her essence not her. I saw her luggage and even her purse. A thought popped up ‘PURSE, MONEY’, “you silly thought this is a nonphysical place and even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t steal her money!”

I go back out into the hallway only to get somewhat bored, ‘they’re all rooms so who cares?’ I go into an elevator shaft cuz I can after I make the doors open and fly down to the next floor. Arriving on the bottom floor the doors open and people are shocked as I walk out with no elevator to support me. I pay them no mind. I go to an area with lines waiting for stuff and see a guy, in his 50’s white with gray hair, who looked like he knew what he was doing and thought that has to be how I I should be. So I decide I will help people. I walk into a door and it opens up to the outdoors onto a disaster area motel where the motel is covered in mud and debris of houses and trees. “How can I help here?” :: I am in a room broken open to the outdoors but across the way to my left I see a room with people moving in it and fly over to it and go in through the sliding glass doors. The people don’t even seem to notice me. There is a boy playing a video game on the TV and guy hurriedly packing rushing back and forth but not noticing me at all. I walk out to the balcony on the other side of the room.

Once outside I see a girl on a rooftop of a pagoda. She is not scared so I think maybe she is like me so I fly over to her and gently land on the old wooden shingled roof, amazed at the detail of it. I see she is a light skinned Afro-American girl with a an 80’s hairstyle and clothes, at about 17 to 19 years old. We exchange pleasantries and she starts to tell me about something having to do with being disappointed by a father figure in her life. I get flashes of pictures of the guy she is talking about as she talks and they are coupled with good feelings so I have to stop thinking he mistreated her somehow. I am feeling her radiation and how friendly and open she is and am amazed at how good this feels, most dreamers are so closed. I try to say “yes” and “um hum” at just the right moments while still enjoying this exchange. She feels better for telling me her story and realizes also that I am not paying attention too much to her story. There is an awkward silence “Hum” she says then starts singing! She sings something from the radio, I think it may have been “In Your Eyes.” I thought she was singing about me but there was no love out of her radiation but instead I could feel she meant it to mean that she is trying to live up standards in her life but not really sure she what he, the male father figure, sees in his eyes. I never had a person in a dream sing to me before and liked it a lot. She stopped abruptly and said, “I have to catch Andy!” and flew off the rooftop! I guessed she thought she needed to catch the Andy Griffith Show.

Forgot the dream because I figured out something weird. And have been messing with it. Was at the house with Kara messing around when suddenly everything came into super sharp focus and the dream closed. I was awake, super awake and conscious, but still seeing the dream. It was really weird. 4:50.

Did it again. Except I was looking into a watch suddenly it got super clear. I think it's a bit like a deild or instant wild. Past two nights this has been happening. I am counting to 50 while saying I will realize I am dreaming, but just trying to sleep. I am wilding and not really noticing it. 5:15

Was going to a school with leo in some other country it was super fun. The dream went through this big storyline of fat tony and his adventures. Fat tony had super saggy skin and was half black. All the members crowded around and took my dad to meet him and tell him of my stories. This part happened in my back yard. It started with the dry cleaners near my house. For some reason I was the mob leader. The lady didn't get my clothes done in time and I was pissed. I yelled at her and told her to get them wet. She said no. I bought the dry cleaners and locked the place and told her to get it immediately. She still wouldn't. I followed her around the store and eventually ripped her head off. This was a slow and brutal process. I turned her head a bit and blood came out her mouth. She would keep refusing until eventual I turned her head around all the way and stuck my thumb through her skull. There was blood everywhere. I went a bit back in time because I thought there might be a faster better way to do it but it was too late. Kara come over to my dorm which was my old apartment. I was pretty much moved out. She had her clothes there and Leo left some there too. I was going to try them on later to see if they fit since they were too big on leo and was excited because they were cool looking clothes. Leo and I wanted to go to Italy and were gonna meet up later. All the members were done with the mob and met up one last time to tell the final story. Kind of like a reunion. We met deep inside a jack in the box where I somehow saved his life. He thanked me. Fat tony who is suppperr fat told us one more story of our adventures. We were all crowded in the little room. I had to sit on someones lap because there was no room. I video taped it and it was good times. Leo and I went to eat and I tried kill jack in the box for fun. There was a statute on the roof and I pushed it trying to smash him. He thought I was trying to save him and thanked me again. We discussed going to Italy while we were walking to class. The school looked like a camp. We decided to meet at ten at yoga or the hot tub after homework around 10pm. I was excited to do those with him. 6:45

Randomly hung out with Evan and all of them after a concert. Later Evan kissed Tiffany even though she liked me. I went back to my dorm and told Leo about it. He called me a noob and told me I should have kissed her. I was planning my revenge and went to the concert. I saw Tiffany and went to say hello. We talked for a while about tebore and old things. I hugged to leave and left. She said something and restarted conversation and I kissed her. She looked at me and smiled. I told her to shut up and left. I was beaming with energy. everything slowed to almost a halt. Everything was in slow motion. The sun was shining it all looked super cool. I could feel every muscle in my body and stepped on some water. I could see the little individual water droplets. I slowed time on purpose. I went home.

I randomly bought a big shop of old stuff. It all loomed really cool and had stuff lime old maps. Telescopes. Jewelry. Etc. I went inside to start working. People would come in and buy things and everything was going very well. At one point I was upstairs and heard a crash. I thought it was people trying to break in. It was just customers. Two older people were there looking for a candidate for giving money to a smart scientist. They said they never were going to find anyone and that they should give the money to other means. I went to agree and said they should give it to NASA. we should be focusing on fiber optics and not this blah blah blah. It sounds smart and I can tell they are impressed. I leave and look at them trying to find out who I am. Later Kara and I paint the whole place. After were done we see that paint is everywhere. All over everything including the books. I think its funny but I have to pee. I end up peeing in the sink and garbage can. Kara laughs.

Leo and I were trying to think of ways to make money. I kept stealing milk from the store to drink it. Evan and his band were there and they had amazon. They all looked really nerdy. They could let us borrow to start our investments. We were thinking about moves, porn, or celebrities for investment. My dad said quit wasting time and finish school. He was really pissing me off. I went to hang out with the guy at the office. They were playing some game on the TV.

Epic dream. Group of witches were for some reason staying at my apartment. There are 5 on them. They have cast spells on almost all of my friends. on of my friends has been turned into a dog at night and is forced to have sex with a big male dog. It shows a little scene of it happening. Its really funny and disturbing at the same time. I think he falls in love with the dog. The others all have other weird things that are done to them. I know they are really bad and they have to be stopped. The dream is a little hazy except the end because I kept waking up and going back into the dream because I wanted to finish it. The very last part I was lucid. This dream was super vivid. Kara and I came up to me while I was talking to a witch. I say to brig of them. You know there are wizards too. They use magic from within while witches rely solely of using objects to harm people. For example wizards can shoot fire out of their hands. Kara says wizards are sexy. The other witch looks a bit scared. There is an Asian man who hasn't been cursed yet. I pull him to the side and say that there is a herb that he can get to release everyone from their curses and that he need to go to a swamp and get it. I have a weird feeling I am a wizard. I decide to put my dogs crate behind my bedroom door so i know when they are coming in. The guy cursed as a dog is telling a story about his curse. He says that its horrible but he can't resist it. Man do i love it when that big dog touches me! Everyone looks weirded out. The witches are hanging out in the bedroom and I go in say something a little threatening. I don't remember what. The Asian guy comes back and prepares dinner. He put the herb in. Were going to be safe. I see his eyes. He's cursed too. I am somehow in the witches room. The witch has a stick under me and im in the air. Shes crushing my balls. She says its time to end me. I try to get out but really can't. I do a front flip and run out of the room. I grab two knifes. I get out of the dream and am back but lucid. I quickly drink the soup so I am immune to their powers. One witch walks to me. I stab her in the throat and heart. A couple people I see are no longer under the spell. I jump on the dead witch and lunge for the other one and stab her in the throat and heart. The last two most powerful witches are about to come out. Most people are no longer cursed. They help me kill the last two. I wake