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DJ Log: September 21, 2010 – Morning, 2:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I have not attempted to WILD yet in waking life.)

I am preparing to sleep on the floor at a friend's house. The room is a small living room with a couple of couches, a table, and a TV. There are several other DCs preparing to sleep on the couches and other areas of the floor. My laptop is sitting on a small table near where I am laying on the floor. The screen of the laptop is illuminated bright blue, but I cannot read anything on it. I get up and walk outside a sliding glass door onto a dimly lit patio. The air is calm and it is very cool outside. There are a couple of pill bottles sitting on the table. I reach up and pull a shower curtain closed around the table. I open the first bottle and take a tablet out. While holding the first tablet, I open the second bottle and take a large capsule out. I put both of them in my mouth and pick up a glass of water. While tipping the glass to my mouth, I notice that there are more than two capsules in my mouth. I reach in my mouth and remove a couple of partially dissolved capsules and lay them on the table. I think to myself that I'll just save these for later.

After swallowing the pills, I walk back to the area on the floor which I previously prepared to sleep. I lay down and adjust my pillow, then pull a small blanket over myself. I close my eyes and after a brief moment, my vision begins to flash and my body starts to vibrate. I got excited for a moment when I realized I was having my first WILD. I experienced a FA, placing me back on the floor at the friend's house. I sit up on the floor and become lucid. I realize that I am dreaming, and nearly just had my first WILD inside of a dream. I was lucid at this point, but had no control. Everything begins to fade as I jump up and look around. I try to look at the floor and stabilize the dream, but it's too late. I am already back in my own bed with my eyes closed, staring at the back of my eyelids. This was the dream's exit.

(Note: I was trying to decide whether to attempt re-entry, or get up and write my journal. I chose the latter.)

Night of the 14th, 2 recalls but waited too long to write any notes down from the first one.

I was in high school, in class at the library. The teacher was ridiculous so i was acting out and swearing until she kicked me out. (this part was longer, but i dont recall much) I told her im dropping out, and started walking towards the office. On the way, the building changed into the library that i used to work at and all of a sudden i had roller blades on. I started skating fast around the isles, cutting people off.

I ran into someone who clearly works there, a new girl who was also on roller blades. This DC showed me around, i told her it looked different, she asked me if ive "ever put the books away while the building is closed?" we carried on conversations while skating around, i dont remember them. My mind turned the library into a mall, kinda like i chose to go there. Next thing i remember; there's a roller skate class practising a show that they're gonna put on somewhere.. and the DC from the library and i try to sync into the group.

While dancing i saw an old bf at the top of some stairs, so i stepped onto the stairs on the far right, and it turned into an escalator. I rolled over to him and talked, he was impressed by my skating/dancing, we continued to flirt for a while. I left him and kept skating with my DC and the crowd of dancers. My dream fades when my dog wakes me up..

Night of the 16th
I recognize about 6 DC's

I was with my friend, Lindz most of the time, we were at at beach. But we were hanging out on a field. Near the end of the dream i went to the pool that was around the "beach" to hang out with the other DC's

The 5 of us were at the pool, 4 were sitting on the side and my friend Joey and i were in the pool. I remember exactly how it looked, but my recall of context is quite low. I remember laughing about balls, and bringing up an episode of Family Guy, but i woke up shortly after that, and realized it was the kangaroo scene that i was laughing at.

Title: My Family Vacation Date: 9/20/2010
Category: Vision Lucidity: No Lucidity

Keywords: Imagery, Lightness


Description: Today I got up at 02:00. I did not go back to sleep, instead I did Silvia Mind Control for about 40 min. I learned about focusing on a screen that's 20 degrees above your eyes and a few inches above your eyelids. Almost immediately I was watching TV reruns (Giligans Island), in the theater of my mind, with full color and with amazing clarity. I was also taught to pinch together my thumb and first finger on both hands for focusing.
I then did my relaxation exercises, but there was no heavy lead feeling, I felt extremely light. There was no buzzing in my ears, no vibrations. Although my feet and legs felt like they were falling asleep (pins and needles). My leg jerked a few times and I felt itchy on my nose, then a pain feeling on the arch of my left foot, then itchy on my right leg. I didn't budge, but relaxed thru it.
I had imagery of a vacation I had taken with my family. My sister looked like she was 7 yrs old, which means I was 5. She had a white top with a flannel dress with red,yellow, green, scotch design. My grandmother was sitting between us in the back of the car making sandwiches. Even back then she had white hair. My mother looked young...around 30. My father looked like a geek, his eyeglasses were black with a little diamond design on either side, no real styling, maybe from the 60's. This vision lasted a few minutes.
I then saw different vacations I had been on, they didn't last long just quick flashes.
Although I am seeing things now....I still am not lucid. There is no dream state, just visions of places I have already been to. Then I woke up.


Mental or Emotional State: Happy - I got to see my mother again. It's been 27 years since I last saw her.


Interpretation or Meaning: My mom, sister and grandmother are communicating with me, through the vision. Letting me know everything is ok.

I had a lucid dream! I was flying, and knew I was dreaming immediately because I was flying I enjoyed this immensely because I was not shocked, and it didn't hit me like many members report, I wasn't over excited, and I didn't wake up. That was one thing I have tried to focus my intention on, approaching lucid dreaming with a calm and stable mind. So, I'm flying with my arms at my sides, parallel to the ground gazing foreward, going a little too fast for me to control, but I do forget to stabilize before trying to accomplish my goals so they don't work unfortunately and I lose lucidity within probably fifteen to twenty seconds. I was flying over a hilly grass area near a very large and beautiful tree, it was daytime. I first tried to change my altitude and method of flight [like hovering, or doing somersaults, etc.] but was unable to, and then I tried to "Earth Bend" like in the animated series Avatar, but I don't recall being able to move anything with my mind. So my next area of concentration will be dream stabilization!
[Sorry for the long post about a 15 second dream, but I feel quite proud and exhilarated from my experience, and overjoyed that I am moving closer to understanding the dream state]

In the dream immediately following or connected to the LD, I meet up with people I live and work with, and we are driving through rolling countryside along the coast of some huge lake or ocean. It is sunset and breathtakingly beautiful, I feel comfortable and adventurous. We pass through several cities, some we pass around at a height while still in the car. The cities are filled with large buildings seemingly made of adobe or concrete, very circular like Indian temple-skyscrapers, with a feeling reminiscent of elven towns from Lord of the Rings. I ask the driver town names and she gives some names of towns in the state where I live, which I do not notice. We come to a building in a town and enter and it's a type of leisure club, semi circular in design and spiraling upward, long decorative diamond strings hanging down like a mobile in some art museums or libraries. It seems there are many live performers/magicians performing strange things [though I do not remember] One of them gives me some type of small cellular type device connected to a balloon that looks like a large lightbulb. Holding it causes me to fly again, and I am soaring gently over the many people, and fly up through the building, very dark and intimate feeling with red and black tones and candlelight , filled with mystique. I come down to the ground, grab another and fly even higher, and I seem to be the only one flying though I am not a spectacle and I don't mind at all .

After flying I sit down with two old men/magicians/performers with beards, like monks or gurus, sitting cross legged and excitedly tell them about the lucid dream I had just experienced, how it felt and what had happened. They look interested and listen attentively, but do not say much - they sit and smile gently at me. As I look at them I am filled with peace and comfort, they give me a sense of encouragement and approval. When I finish my dream, and finish telling them breifly about the concept of lucid dreaming, one tells me, "well, that sounds like a dedicated task."

I had several more but must leave now, will update more later in the week since I have no internet access except the library, and will also enter in some memorable dreams from the last few months. Thanks for reading, I'd be glad to get any comments or encouragment or advice.

Two dreams about my job last night. Both of them were actually AT my job too. These dreams were a rarity, wherein they were normal. :O The only thing that set them of was in dream number two as i was dealing with a very nasty customer, 'Margaritaville' started playing on the speaker system. I instantly knew i was dreaming, but all i did was relax, and i lost everything. Arg i hate my job.. I've never had dreams where my brain actually used the layout of that unholy departments store. I guess i need to boost my RC's, and cross my finger they work next time...Assuming this wasn't a fluke lol.



Wasting away again in Margaritaville,
Searching for my lost shaker of salt,
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.

09/19/10

"No! No! Stop!" she shouts at the bizarre figures. She's the character from last night's dream, the roommate who looks like a younger Halle Berry. The girl struggles, tries to pull away, but she's strapped into the machine by strong hands holding her down.

The black tendrils bury into her wrists and she screams. Sizzling with dark energy and blue sparks, the wires grate against every nerve, causing her pain beyond what she's ever imagined. (I feel the echo.)

She's suspended horizontally, supported only by the wires on her wrists and ankles, which string her tightly over the laboratory floor. It's pure agony.

"You should be quiet." Says one of the aliens. "If you keep screaming, we'll put you in the chambers."

Images of coffin-sized capsules, each containing a human being. The capsules are filled with a liquid which burns ("like lava," whispers one of the victims) and seems to eat away at the person inside. It's a stable chemical reaction which will last for an eternity, providing power for the alien conquerors to sustain their society.

("This is hell.")

"Nonononono..." whispers the girl, trying to ignore the pain. "I'll be quiet, please! Don't put me in there, I can be quiet!"

I come back to myself. I'm sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, and my arms are suspended by the same tendrils that are causing the other girl such pain. The wires dig into my wrists, and the blue energy sizzles through my arms. I breathe out and sink into a meditation.

"Is it broken?" One of the aliens asks, curiously.

I open my eyes. The two aliens are talking quietly amongst themselves. It's unheard of for a human to be able to withstand this particular torture for so long. It's been at least twenty-four hours since I've been put into it, and the two beings in front of me seem to think that it's broken my mind.

I'm not, of course, human.

My possible futures flash before me. In one, I collaborate with the aliens and facilitate the destruction of the human race. Eventually, I'll destroy the conquering civilization itself, and move on to the rest of the galaxy. In a few futures, I'll lead humanity in a rebellion, with varying degrees of success.

I don't pick one. Instead, I play through each of them, living through each possibility until the point that all life in the universe is destroyed.

It never takes long.

Scare Factor: 5/10
Rating: 6/10

7 is the magic number. Scientists are telling us now that, due to research backed results, anything more or less than 7 hours of sleep is relatively bad for you. Let us assume that an average person follows this religiously, and then let us assume that he lives to be a ripe age-of-majority (I think) 75 years old.
That means that this average person spends about 191, 625 hours sleeping (not counting Leap-years). Not doing anything, and MAYBE he'll get a good dream out of it if he's lucky. But most people can't remember many of their dreams, and when they do, it feels so aloof that it doesn't seem like they've experienced it.
For me, that has always been unsettling until I discovered a place called Dream Views five years ago. Through constant research I began my quest to understand the power of lucid dreaming and how to manipulate my dreams. However, my attempts were mostly made up of WILDs during the night before I was going to sleep, which ended in failure every time. Suffice to say I got less and less motivated because, as you'd probably be the first to tell me, I wasn't motivated in the first place.

Well this all changed once I saw the movie "Inception", and found out that Christopher Nolan (the director) has been lucid dreaming since he was 7 years old. Anyhow, maybe you already knew all this, but the main point of this blog is this: I've been researching lucid dreaming for almost 5 years; it has always fascinated me since reading about it, and due to the huge amount of tutorials here on Dream Views, I've learned quite a bit. But I've never been able to pull it off until a few weeks ago thanks to the CANWILD technique by CrazyInsane.
So, below are the dreams I had, and on which days. I now understand that not only is Lucid Dreaming possible, but that the dream world is as real as ours in every way, and that the connection you can build to the events in your dreams feel as if they are true experiences that you yourself have gone through; and they remain in your mind as memories of your life- best of all, you feel as if you've done something with those 7 or however many hours you've slept, rather than that you've just slept through part of your life.
Tuesday Night (August 3rd):

Ok, so the first one I attempted as soon as I read a tutorial. I downloaded the sound and alarm clock, set it, and went to bed. Unfortunately, I was SO excited, that I couldn't get to sleep for the longest time. I'd finally fall asleep then have a long, vivid dream (non-lucid) and then wake up. Get a drink, go back to bed, unable to sleep, then finally get to sleep, and have another vivid non-lucid dream, wake up etc, for about three of these cycles. However, in the final one, I was having a dream and decided to look at my clock as I've trained myself to do, and lo and behold, it wasn't consistent (for digital clocks in dreams never are)! So I thought "Aha! This is a dream!" so I immediately started rubbing my hands together and examining them and things got ultra-real. So I decided to examine the mechanics of my dreaming mind, how things behaved, etc. I remember feeling completely aware, I remember checking the mirror to see what I looked like and I looked the same and was kinda disappointed but the image was slanted, also I'm 80% sure that I created things to see how that worked, basically this was a training exercise for me, and that's how I worked it. When things started to get blurry or dark, I'd rub my hands together again and continue exploring. I'd say I was in the dream for a perceivable hour.

When I awoke, the next day I had such a sensation of accomplishment, as though I'd actually done something with the time that I'd otherwise be wasting in sleep, and I pondered what I would do next.

So, for the first lucid dream I was not able to use the clock, but I became lucid because of how anticipant I was.

Anyhow, the next day at work I checked the clock constantly, did more reality checks, and thought of what I'd like to do next. Anyhow, I decided I'd like to learn summoning next, and so I picked Tricia Helfer as my subject. I theorized that if I was to summon her, as per this site's guidelines, it would need to be believable, so I theorized that using my phone (which is my "totem" if you will as I also use it to check the time to make sure it's consistent) to have her on speed dial would do it, that or going to a building that seemed like the kind she might be at. Besides, I also read here on Dream Views that having a Dream Character help you in whatever task you are trying in the dream world, stabilizes the dream

So, I got home, read up on more techniques especially in controlling a dream, decided the passive way was best, and went to sleep.
Wednesday Night (August 4th):
Well, AGAIN I was too excited to sleep and had much difficulty, but since I remained awake,
I entered SP (Sleep Paralysis) at one point, tried to sit up in it, but ended up waking myself up and recalling that someone had posted and said it's better not to because you risk waking up (Better to just enter the dream). 'However that is supposed to be done.' I thought. Anyhow, later, the alarm went off! And I heard it but faintly, and so I thought "this is it!" I was already in SP and was waiting, trying to remember what to do, when my body felt like the top half of it was being lifted. But not my physical body, more like a floating body, if you know what I mean. Anyhow, I thought I'd just let it happen, so I did, I got lifted up till my top-half was 90 degrees with the bed, then I shot up out of the room and entered the dream (which was my room lol) but I was standing in it.

Anyhow, I remembered how the day before I had been talking to my cousin about doors and if you could make some other destination appear when you open the door, to go to that is. So anyhow, I opened the door and it was just like the norm in my house and I got frustrated and slammed the door. Can't remember what happened next but eventually I got into a fancy restaurant and thought "this is where I'll find Tricia Helfer" and when approached by the hostess I said "Yes for two, but she may be here already" so I went into the dining room but found that she wasn't there. I thought this odd because I thought I was being quite cunning in my manipulations but I waited for a while and she still never showed up. So I thought "why don't I call her?" so I checked my phone, and sure enough she was on my speed dial, I called her and she said she wouldn't be able to make it. At that point I thought "I thought I was controlling this dream? Guess I'm not.". But she said she'd meet me "somewhere" so anyhow, I ended up walking down the street when suddenly, from the sky, came a rocket ship, crashing into the ground like the canisters of weapons on Halo 3. The policeman opened it and freaked out. When I got there, I saw it was Tricia Helfer inside and I explained to the officer (to his confusion) that I knew her and it was fine. So we left, I asked her what took her so long, I forget what she said, but I pondered why she had come out of the sky rather than just be "around the corner" so to speak (which is supposedly one of the best ways to summon things in a dream. just know that it's around the corner or, like I tried, in the restaurant). Anyhow, we both navigated through the dream and there were some people after her for some reason but mostly I tried to get a handle on creating things. Again, I felt completely aware in this dream but found it odd that I was jumping from one location to the next.
But that's it. I tried the next night again but to no avail as I was so exhausted having not eaten for hours because I had to go look at a house straight from work.

To date however I have had no lucid dreams and am getting frusterated because it was all so easy, but not so much anymore. Anyhow, I will continue to look to you here on Dream Views for more inspiration and support, and I'd like to say thanks for my progress so far.

09/19/2010

Subconscious Shenanigans (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Unfortunately I don't remember this one all that well (I need to work on recall!) but it was indeed alucid dream. I believe this was led into from another dream. From what I can remember, it seems as though I was lucid the entire time. I had intended to communicate with my subconscious the next time I became lucid, so that is what I was trying to do. I remember looking over a rather scenic landscape, and chatting with several people who are all parts of my subconscious, or so it seems. The scene pans quite a bit, and by the end I'm on a floating platform of sorts... tied to a tree, I think? I can't really remember.

Somewhere about halfway through the dream I notice that my "dream" only fills a rectangle in my field of vision. (Think the Animus from Assassin's Creed. I've been playing that a lot the past couple days.) I can see and hear my friend Andy off to the left, and he can hear what I'm saying to these parts of my subconscious. I'm not lucid enough to realize this isn't possible. As for what I actually ask my subconscious, I'm not quite sure. I know I didn't get to ask everything I wanted to. I only clearly remember the bit at the end, though I recall several people. There was also a robot sort of thing that I couldn't really understand. Mainly I was talking to this jolly, but VERY fat man. Towards the end he puts on a record which has some recorded burp-type sounds on a baseline of sorts, which I think is a meme I've heard. (It isn't, but sadly it isn't far off...)

I remember asking in joking disbelief, "have the memes really sunk in this far...?"

He responded, "Well, perhaps you haven't heard this one, but somebody did, on _____" (some website, I can't remember. Think like Pandora radio or Last.fm)

"So what, is it like in the hivemind then, or something?" I joked. I don't remember his response. Around this time, the one question I do remember asking is about having more lucid dreams, to which he answers, "Just be yourself, and keep doing what you've been doing." The advice doesn't seem too helpful, but on the other hand... I did something right. He ends up leaving saying, "Sorry, I gotta go. I'm gonna be on TV soon, you know."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're just wildly popular," I laugh. He motions to a woman that's there suggesting that she's the popular one. There was also some random man there, but I didn't end up talking to either of them. The dream faded before I got to ask the other questions I wanted to, like about intuition and the paranormal.

I was playing Chopin's Nocturne op. 20 when all my family was arriving for Christmas, preparing dinner. I went out and the scene changed, I was with my little cousins and suddenly charms started to hit us, I told them to get out their wands and we defeated the one that was throwing us charms. Then we proceeded to the house and my dad's girlfriend was there. She opened the door, smiled and said "You're alone! Your dad's not here. So I guess you're not hungry." I answered with an amused "Oh, I am veeery hungry." and the cook laughed with me.
I went out to wait and his son (about my age, a bit older) was there, parking his car. The scene was like a mountain made of stone, the ocean was down there. I saw a ferrari really small and short car. I asked him how he could fit more than one person there, he said he'd show me. He sat down and told me to sit on him, I sat and he hugged me, then he told me to slide at his side, and, while hugging me. We stood up and walked to the house.
The scene changes, the sun is setting. I see it and get excited, the sun is huge. I tell my friends and we all run down to the ocean. We get up in a small boat and this man gets angry because we have to pay. But we manage to get up again and go to the school dorms where my teachers say I never pay attention.

Feelings: love, desire of being close, confidence, sense of safety,

Wow, what a crazy weird night. I recalled 5 dreams from all 5 sleep cycles, all non-lucid. This is the second night ever that I've recalled a dream from the first cycle. Maybe I have broken through that barrier.

These dreams are irregular for me. They have scenes and characters that are familiar but I've never recalled dreaming about them before. It must be because of the book I'm reading "Dreamgates." And there's more weirdness that I'll note along with each dream.

0155: Sleep. Before falling asleep, I was in a very imaginative state. Zeo reports 20 minutes of wake before dropping into light sleep. It wasn't a dream and I don't think it was hypnagogic hallucinations. I didn't see any sensory imagery, just internal visualization. I was just day dreaming but it was very easy maintain the dreamplot. It seemed to flow on it's own. I imagined other characters and they seemed to speak and act without my influence. I was looking for a path or portal into the dream world. I met two French girls, Juliette and Maire who I invited to follow me into the dream world. We wandered around, asking people where to find the portal. But we didn't find anything. I remember I was still awake when I changed positions in bed and I no longer felt I was in the daydream.

0350: B. First cycle dream. It was blurry and jumpy but extremely personal and emotional. This is the first time I've ever recalled dreaming about Jen (ex-girlfriend of two years) which is odd because she was such an important part of my life for so long. And there's the whole father drama. I work for some company. The workplace is a house. It reminds me of my godparents' house. My sister, Dave work there and also... Jen?! I don't think I even saw her but but I strongly feel her presence. I am slacking off from work. I show up late. I'm unreliable. Dave is sitting in a wide hallway with a big laptop on his lap. He's waiting for my father but he hasn't arrived and everyone is worried. I feel disgusted. So typical. I think it is because he is unreliable too. Then I learn my father is a key witness in a criminal case and the criminals are hunting him. I still feel no empathy. He's in a car chase. My sister is listening to the radio or TV for news updates.

I go to the kitchen and lay down on the tile. Two cats (or dogs?) come near me. I grab food out of their bowl and pour it on the floor in front of them. Jen's workstation is in the kitchen but she isn't here. I sense she is out to lunch. I look over some papers laying on the floor that she was working on. It looks like geometry homework. I see a bunch of triangles that are paired in twos to form quadrilaterals.

My sister says my father wants to get into police custody. I think "Good, so he can go back to prison." But he actually wants their protection. Mel warns me that he may have been killed but that hasn't been confirmed. I wake up but it takes me a while to realize where I am. I'm feel strong emotions. It feels like the dream happened hours ago and I've been in bed thinking about it for all that time, but it was actually only moments ago. This is the first time in a while that I had to remind myself that "it was just a dream" to calm me down.

0520: Back to sleep after begin awake since the last dream. I got up and read "Dreamgates" for a while to get my mind off the last dream.

0630: C. I'm in a war that looks like Vietnam-era. We are fighting against our own people in two teams with real ammunition and death. It's like capture the flag. Each team is defending an old warehouse in an area that seems like an improvised airfield. The warehouses are full of crates, barrels, guns, ammunition and explosives. Hugh is on my team. The other people on both teams are familiar but I can't put names to them. Some a definitely women. I feel upset because our team is losing. The other team keeps raiding and retreating our warehouse, killing a few people at a time.

I grab a rifle and load it with explosives rounds (but later they don't explode). It's a bold-action clip-feed rifle with just four rounds per clipl more of a WWII-era gun but whatever. I start kicking ass with Hugh's help. We kill everyone on the other team. Only Hugh and I are left. We stand over a dead body and look at a black and white map. It looks like the US with some states shaded in pencil. I distinctly remember the shape of West Virginia.

0810: D. I don't remember where I am. Two groups of friends compete for my attention. One group is drinking Scotch. The other is going to meet Hugh's work colleagues. I choose the Scotch. Something illegible about email? We ditch the other group by stopping the elevator and getting off on a different floor.

0850: B. Zeo shows a short sleep cycle for this one. Maybe it was kind of a DEILD from the previous REM period. Either way, this was a long dream. Some very unusual characters in this one, especially Megan who I've been trying to dream about for several weeks in a different scenario. I start out at work. I'm generating some codes. Then I go to help some girl with her computer. Chris finds me and says "You need to file an AC-10 expense report for those codes." I say, "OK, I'll do it first thing after lunch."

I exit the office. Outside it's suddenly a school yard like my junior high. It's crowded with people. An old friend from middle school (can't remember his name) comes up and hands me a wad of cash. He has short spiky hair and wears braces. He wants me to launder the money by generating codes at work. I tell him it will be harder now because of the expense reports. The crowd disperses as people go to class. The bell rings. I'm late for class but I'm not worried at all.

I walk up some outdoor stairs and walk through a covered hallway. It's suddenly raining and this part of the school is under construction. There are clear plastic tarps everywhere covering stuff. I walk through this towards my classroom. I walk past a group of cheerleaders in the hallway. They are wearing white shirts with the sleeves rolled up and black shorts. The one talking is Megan from high school. She's saying that she didn't have a cell phone all summer and it totally sucked. I walk past them and enter my class room.

The room and teacher are like one I remember from middle school. I'm very late but no one cares because I'm always late. In the row of desk near the door, I see Britney Spears and another female singer, maybe Beyonce. I play it cool and walk past them to my normal seat in back, next to Britney. Chris is sitting at the far corner of the room and I'm reminded of the AC-10 expense reports for work. The teacher hands out kevlar vests to everyone. I have no clue why. He also passes around a slip of paper with two rows of numbers handwritten on it. It's a secret code to activate the kevlar vest. The paper gets pass to me by Britney next to me. I look at it. It's long. Part of it looks something like 1120621. I say obnoxiously and playfully loud: "Holy shit. How am I suppose to memorized this? It's got all kinds of one's and two's." Britney and the other singer laugh and look at me. I look at them and say playfully: "Holy shit, Pop Stars. What are you doing here." I notice they are wearing the same outfit as the cheerleaders outside. They are cheerleaders and are only sitting in this class to be out of the rain.

1052: C. This is a crazy absurd dream which is weird for this time of night. It jumped around a lot too. Usually my weird dreams are in the first half of the night and the second half are more literal. I'm caring for a child. Maybe he is my own son. His name is David. He grows abnormally fast, like the movie Jack. He's a 5-year-old boy in the body of a 30-year-old man. He wants to learn about lucid dreaming. I send a post card to my mother telling her about this interest.

I have a strange encounter at a doctor's office. The doctor, male, says he isn't going to treat David any more. There's also a female nurse in the room. I have to take David home.

Now I'm with a bunch of high school classmates at a miniature golf course. There is also at least one work colleague there too and some unfamiliar faces. I think David is there, but I'm not really watching him. Everyone is playing golf, but instead of golf balls and clubs we use pinecones and dice that we roll with our hands. Of course, these things don't roll very well. There's about 20 people playing at the same time on the same hole, so everyone is blocking each other and also people are playing out of turn. But I'm pretty good with the pinecone. On the last hole, it's my turn to roll and everyone watches with anticipation. But one extremely hot girl is bent seductively over the hole. She is unfamiliar. She is brunette with a tight red tank top over a killer rack. Maybe she's wearing sunglasses. Of course, I miss my shot. I say "I was distracted."

I started off back at my school(DS) and instantly became lucid without dream signs! I wasn't screwing around anymore. It was time to fricking blow the hell out of the Romans and save my Mandalorians. I went outside, and chose from the strongest and most athletic people in the school. We all suited up and I summoned the Romans. And they had modern technology again. So, our first opponent was the hovercraft. I took out my signature Westar-33 Blaster Pistols. We all fired upon the hovercraft. Our attacks were useless. Then, a thought occured to me: Jet-pack rockets! Of course! I bent down, rocket pointing at the hovercraft. I fired, and the craft took a mighty blow. I fired another. This proved to be most effective. Everyone began firing rockets at the craft. It soon went down. It crashed, and exploded, making a huge crater. Now, we could see the prison camp. Romans began pouring out. We began firing. We quickly eliminated them, even though they had blaster rifles. Now, a giant mechanical Roman fifty feet tall landed. No problem, with all of our fire power...
Now thousands of Roman soldiers poured out of the prison camp. "Soldiers," I said."You handle the soldiers...I'll take the robot..." Even though there was only about three-hundred of us, our armor was resistant to blaster bolts, so it'd take a lot to beat us. It was like the Battle Of Thermopylae all over again. This battle was the most epic display I've ever seen in my thirteen years of life. I've never seen so much blood, gore, guts and sweat then this very moment. Seriously. I had finally run out of ammo. However, the mechanical Roman was pretty weak. Then, I remembered I still had one jet-pack rocket. I bent over and aimed at the mighty robot. I fired...and hit the robot. He tumbled over and exploded. I got up. I realized I was only person standing now. All the Romans and Mandalorians(my classmates) were dead. I freed my other soldiers. We took a moment of silence for our fallen. I then awoke...victorious.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This was my first dream with a DV member in it.

I was in a hotel room. This hotel had high ceilings, at least five or six feet higher than an average ceiling. The room I was in consisted of a flat dark maroon carpet, and beige walls. The door that connected the room to the hallway was centered in the wall, not to the side. On the opposite side of the room were two tall, skinny windows that each had a brown wooden border around them. On either side of the two windows were a bed, and both beds had red duvets and a brown frame, which looked a little old-fashioned. The headboards weren't solid, but instead they were an arc with round carved columns below it.

There was a mother, a father, and a young girl (probably around the age of three) in the mother's lap. They were in between the two beds, leaning up against them. They were asleep, and then I turned around to see Loaf behind me. He was wearing a pale red sweater (yes, more red), and acting as if it were cold in the room, placing his hands in his jean pockets. All I did was say, "hey," and then left the room. I did this by turning to the right, and, on the wall adjacent to the main door, was a hallway. This darkly-lit hallway was short, only a few feet long, but it led to another room. I walked through and entered the new room; it was half the size of the one I'd left, and only had one bed with the same red duvet.

I looked at the bed for a while and then heard someone walking towards me. I spun around to see my sister in a bath towel; apparently she was completely surprised that I was in the room. "Sorry!" I exclaimed, and the dream skipped to a new setting.

I was in my basement. My basement, in the dream, consisted of a light gray Berber carpet and was pretty large. There was an entertainment center but I paid little attention to it, because I was sitting on a swivel chair, at a computer desk, and looking at the computer screen. It was solid blue at first, the backlight making it appear brighter, and then my account popped up on the screen. There was a folder opened up, windows-style because that was my operating system, and the files were listed alphabetically in the same typefont and size they'd be in real life. I saw that there were a few of my own files, but most of them were titled something like the following:

47_best_buy_0098

I distinctly recall seeing the phrase "Best Buy" in the file names, as well as other real companies, but I can't remember those. I deleted the files and then closed the folder. When I got the feeling that they weren't completely deleted, I opened it up again with a single click of the mouse in the middle of the screen. There was now a sidebar on the right-hand side, along with all the files I'd just deleted, back in the folder. On the sidebar, there was a screened-out folder icon and a file name centered below it. Underneath that, it read something like "do you wish to permanently delete this file?"

I clicked "yes", because that was the only option.

[B]17.09.10[/B]
[SIZE="1"]I don't remember in which order these glimpses were in, so it'll just be like this. I actually think the two first were the two last.
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[LIST][*]You're Waiting for a Train, but You Already Missed it. Shit.[/LIST]
[COLOR="royalblue"]I'm standing on a really big open space, yet it's underground and really dark. Like a really big trainstation with almost no light. I'm standing on the middle of the platform in a group of 5-7 or so people, but I only recognize 2 of them. One is a guy from my old school, N, and the other is a girl from my old school, M. A train drives past us.
I get an idea related to jumping in front of the train, and I make a joke about it, [/COLOR](Can't remember, but I think I was reminded of the train in Inception, and was joking that jumping in front of the train would be like a kick so we would wake up, but I didn't make my joke so clear that everyone would know that I had it from Inception.)[COLOR="royalblue"] then I imitate the Inception sound.
Only M gets the reference and jokes back that now we should check if we are dreaming, but she just laughs and it doesn't seem like she's actually doing any RC.
I, being reminded of the fact that I not only like Inception, but also Lucid Dreaming, get all hyped and go all "Yeah! We [I]do[/I] have to check!" so I stop and look around and try to remember how I got here. Lo and behold, I couldn't figure out how the hell I got there. I'm a little surprised but mostly amused, [/COLOR](Still seeing the whole thing as a joke)[COLOR="royalblue"] I tell M that I tried and that it must be a dream, but still only jokingly. Go me.[/COLOR]

[LIST][*] ORE WO DARE DA TO OMOTTEIRU!![/LIST]
[COLOR="royalblue"]Sitting somewhere, watching a movie. But right now I'm in the movie. It's a Harry Potter movie, there's slaves sitting around, hooded, perhaps. It's a long room with stairs at the end, and perhaps some big containers with valves, looks like they're made of copper. Harry comes in and runs towards the staircase, where Ron is, maybe he rescues Ron and the slaves? Anyways, they run towards the exit, and the roof above where they just stood and more hooded people fall down. The slaves and what I assume was Death Eaters all look the same. They come out and now they're in a big courtyard. A black figure in the air hovers sideways down towards them, it looks like one of those wraiths from Oblivion, but it's actually Voldemort. He's wielding a really really long sword. When he reaches Harry and Ron, he starts to give out an evil speech, but there's just one problem, he's speaking japanese. I think I catch a few words here and there, but now I'm aware that I'm sitting in a couch and watching it as a movie. Me and my granddad are watching the movie, and we're both wondering why he's speaking japanese. One of my friends come out of a door, he was watching it too, but he didn't hear any japanese. It was like we were sitting in a room closer to the screen, and the room behind us had a big window, and in there, Voldemort spoke in english, but out here he spoke japanese. Very weird.[/COLOR]

- [COLOR="royalblue"]I'm standing on a chair, looking at a fan. There's dust and spiders everywhere, I sort of hold the fan in place because it will, for some reason, be really bad if it stops working. Surprise, it stops working.[/COLOR]
- [COLOR="royalblue"]I'm on a path that leads down to a beach. A bunch of people from my class is sitting around a table. I drop a pen, and C kicks it away as a joke. I go over to get it, further down and closer to the beach.[/COLOR]
- [COLOR="royalblue"]I'm in the water with H and an unknown guy. One of them dives and tries to grab my leg and pretend they're a shark. I spot a real shark behind him so I panic and kick him until he comes up. We swim to some rocks where we try to get up and try not to get killed. H is being attacked.[/COLOR]

Some quick backstory, for context.

Selina is a girl I knew in high school. She showed up once in a previous dream. The two of us never spent much time together, but we got along fine. From what I remember, Selina is a very nice person.

Jesse, I also went to high school with. We didn't get along, and though we're distantly related (small towns, eh?), we really don't share any of the same viewpoints. At all.

I met Zoe Killion a few years ago, at a fine arts-related event. We've been friends ever since. She has a younger sister, whose name is (not really) Ava.

This dream relates to Nomad's RPG. Vaguely.

09/18/10



The good of one, versus the good of many.

We are in a forest, surrounded by tall, black-barked trees. The edges of the clearing are choked with thick underbrush, and the lilac leaves and tall grasses tickle against the back of my t-shirt. The sky is streaked with the orange of the setting sun, which is hidden by the trees ahead of me.

The group is gathered in a large circle, sitting cross-legged on the ground and facing inwards. I look around the circle, cataloging each face. I know all of these people. All of them are my age, and they're from all over the world, these people I've met in waking life.

We've been stranded here, I realize.

"It'll be one of them," says Jesse, pointing at me and - Zoe, sitting to my left. "Look at you two! Your spots are right next to the forest! Anything could come by and grab you."

I'm lucid, not even feeling the need for a reality check. I frown. I can feel the dark, wolf-like presence lurking in the shadows behind me. Wordlessly, effortlessly, I call up a wall of mirrors on the other side of the clearing, confident that I'll be able to see the creature coming.

I recognize the mirrors as a part of Nomad's first task, and I decide to stay here to play out the rest of the game. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror: short blond hair, black clothes... everything gets a little fuzzy.

Who cares about the many? I just don't want it to be -

"- anyone," says Zoe, a bit sharply. "All we've been told is that one of us is going to die."

"And if that happens," says Jesse, "Then the rest of us will be safe until tomorrow night!"

Half of the table stands up at these words, shouting at each other. They're leaning across the round, stone table, ready to escalate into violence.

The sunset is fading into darkness.

Selina is standing up, ready to play the mediator. To get everyone to calm down, and work together, and I see my opportunity.

I squeeze a hand into a fist under the table, and Selina collapses, dropping to the ground like a marrionette whose strings have been cut. Her internal organs have been liquefied, some of her bones have been ground into dust, and I'm pretending to panic along with the rest, pushing through the crowd as someone yells "WHAT HAPPENED!" and "Did you see?" and I'm pressing two fingers against her carotid artery, checking for a pulse that I know won't be there.

"She's dead." I say quietly, and the faces around me reflect both horror and relief.

The rules don't apply to monsters.

I twist open the back door on a blue van, crawling in the back to reach for a case. It's orange, and the outside is covered in foam. My fingers sink into it as I lock it, latch it, make sure nothing is going to open it by accident.

"Everyone's still trying to figure out what happened," says a voice from behind me.

I crawl out of the van, resting the case upright on the bumper.

"I mean, one second she was alive, you know?" says Ava, rubbing her left arm with her other hand. "Everyone thinks it was something supernatural, a new kind of monster from the forest."

"It probably was." I say.

"That's the briefcase." Ava nods at the orange case I'm holding. "The one that'll kill us if we go near it. So, it's safe now?" She makes a grab for it.

"Don't touch that!" I snap, hitting her hands away. Idiot, of course it will still kill you! It's just that nothing is going to attack you outright - at least for now.

I slam the door shut on the van, and walk away from the camp, still carrying the orange case so I can hand it over to my employer.

I'm on no side but my own.

"We're leaving!" says the Matron as she paces the inside of her ship, the flowing fabric of her dress trailing behind her. "Get the rest of the crew."

"And the survivors?" I ask.

The Matron growls. "I meant to capture all of them, but we're on a deadline."

I nod, and turn to leave.

"If you should happen across Miss Killion, of course," says the Matron coldly, "Bring her to me."

I pass Ava as I leave the ship. She has her arms crossed, and is guarding the gangplank. She winks at me, and I allow myself a small smile.

I'm certainly not on yours.

I hit the drunk crewman over the back of the head with a bottle. It shatters over him and he collapses to the ground, dead weight. His equally drunk friend, who was about to attack me, looks from the unconscious man to the razor-sharp bottle neck in my hand. The man stumbles away, apologizing, and promising to go back to the ship.

I sigh, and pick up the unconscious man, swinging him into a fireman's carry over my shoulders. I turn to Zoe and nod in the direction that the man just ran in. We start walking.

"So let me get this straight," says Zoe. "We're working with the bad guys. Who want to kill me."

"Because the Matron has the only transportation off the island."

"Who wants to kill me."

"She won't," I say, grinning.

You really should have seen this coming.

"You can't touch her." I say. I'm feeling gleeful, and I'm sure that I'm radiating an air of smugness that's setting the Matron on edge. Well, that and the fact that I stole away her first prize in manipulation.

"You can't do this." She hisses.

Except that I can. If I own Zoe's soul, the Matron can't touch her. I would be obliged, even within all of the complicated truces and agreements we have with one another, to pay back any harm threefold.

I don't actually own Zoe's soul. But the Matron's not about to question my integrity. She has too much to lose.

The Matron's sulking is so pronounced that I have to laugh. "I'm the devil!" I tell her, "Did you really think that I wasn't after anything for myself?"

Scare Factor: 4/10
Rating: 7/10

I was talking to my friend about raising money for my friends mum and my crush walked in and sed he wud give it to me i sed no no no but he sed yes... so his mum sed i only want his money nothing else so then i wanted to talk to him and we was in a dark black room with 2 sofas and i sat infront of his and sed i love u for who u are not what u are i dont want ur money i want who u have inside u and i started crying and i was expecting him to hug me and then after 6 seconds he kissed me and it actually felt like he was kissing me and i could taste it and everything. Im really freaked out Someone help me!