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January 22, 2010

Synopsis: I transform the hypnagogic imagery of work into a VILD

Night Time Note: I went to sleep at 3am. My abstract dream of the night involved a funny slot machine that had a built in chat room and forum. It was in the back room of work, and I remember 'H' was also using it. I played one of the slot machine games and won $20. When the machine spat out my $20, it got all dirty with mashed potatoes. The telephone then wakes me up around 7am.

I try to go back to sleep, this time to VILD. My biggest problem was everyone was ruining my morning! Sis kept making noises, kitty kept wanting to go in and out of my room. It wouldn't be until almost 9am until theres enough peace and quiet.


My half VILD
Well maybe being up for almost two hours helped me this time around. Because after nearly two years, I was finally able for the first time to focus on my HI. Rather than deciding to take charge and create my own dream scenery, because that hasn't worked lately, I just let what ever my mind imagined surface. And now I can see why imagining my own dream scene hasn't worked! All of my HI, all of it, was work (art supplies) related! At first there were simple things. A pencil. A sharpener. Every time the image would surface I would say in my head "pencil" or "sharpener". This kept me awake, and allowed the HI to develop more.

I started to see more and more and more of work. And I tried to interact with the HI. Like holding the art supplies in my hands. Yes, it was boring work. But I actually welcomed it. I've been down this route before so I know transforming the work-HI into a dream is actually pretty easy. I welcomed it! I imagined costumers with baskets. Then I tossed the baskets, and tossed all the items of the basket, and put the basket back on top of the costumers head - and sent them on their merry way.

BEEP! I heard my first HI noise! It's the sound of items being rung. Ugh..not pleasant, but it's something. Then I heard the crumbling of paper. It sounded so real I almost lost my HI completely. Focusing back on work I was able to repeat the sound of crumbling paper. Soon I heard familiar voices, the gruntings of my boss 'J'. Really, I'm excited! It's been so long since I've been able to hold onto an HI like this!

I'm able to sort of move around in my environment, check out the aisles a bit. Now that I've gone through the images of work, my HI begins to change. I can imagine my own bedroom now. I can even go up to a mirror, and examine myself. Hoping that staring at my own reflection can somehow induce the dream state. My body is starting to feel heavy, though I wish the sensations of my body would completely go away. There are random dream characters now. I can talk to them.

I go outside to a parking lot, and I can see some trees in the distance. But I can't fly yet. I can still barely move around and keep this whole thing stable. So I try to feel the asphalt, but I still have no sensation of touch. Unable to do much outside, I go back inside to my bedroom, to stare at the mirror again. The image of a strange girl flashes in front of me. "Are you my subconscious?". The mirror responds with coloring itself with random splotches of paint. I ask another dream character if she was my subconscious. She smiles and says something I can't remember. And just when I think I'm about to enter the dream state, I wake up.

It's 10am now. I think my REM period is over . If only I hadn't lost those two hours just tossing and turning I might have taken my VILD attempt much farther!

In my dream i was laying on my garage roof, just hanging out.. which is odd because in reality i have never been on my garage roof lol and i was looking down at the front yard, when i seen a huge bird type thing.. Its not a real creature in reality, it looked something like 'buckbeak' from the harry potter movie only it didn't have horse legs, it just had 2 legs, and talons. It reminded me of a pheonix, but had a shorter neck and was fury, not really feathery
It looked right at me. It was goldish brown with yellow spots by it's neck and it had gold colored eyes. It knelt down, and lowered itself like it wanted me climb on it's back or something.
At this point i knew i was dreaming, and thought 'eh what the heck, i'll ride it'
So i got on it's back and, right where shoulder blades would be (on a bird i guess) there were pouches, like kangaroo pouches that i had to put my arms in to hold on (instead of any reins or anything) and i remember flying up really high..
don't remember much after that, but i think i will definitly remember this dream for several years, it was so vivid; and random.

I attached some pictures of what the bird kind of looked like (looked a lot like this bird from harry potter, only it it only had 2 legs.)

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Woo, this marks my first return to DV since... Forever. I kinda lost focus on this whole thing, but now that I'm graduating high school and will have nothing to do for quite some time, I'm gonna get back on and try to achieve that elusive LD...

Anyway, this is my FIRST dream journal (thank God there's something to remember)! All names are altered to protect the identities of those involved (this one was about real people in my life).

Morning of Thursday, June 17, 2010

My memory of the dream begins at a party in an empty yellow room. I think I remember one window. There are people from choir there. I am talking to Mr. Shuester. I can’t remember if I’m finished or she interrupts me, but Rebekah kisses me.

I take her to a dark room. She climbs on top of me and tries to make out. I interrupt her. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I’m thinking of her ex, Steve, or maybe some other boyfriend she might’ve just broken up with. I can’t remember what she says. She kisses me again. I think I get up at that point. We are in the room for a short period of time, I can’t remember what we’re doing, but not having sex. Most likely talking. I have a vague memory of someone showing up who wasn’t there before, and didn’t belong there. We leave. On the way out, I kiss her one last time.

I return to the party and suddenly, it’s a house on a fake looking beach. I look in the backyard and there are aliens who want to kill humans. They speak. I can’t remember what they say exactly, but it’s something about another alien who should be here. I see humans talking to the aliens. I realize it’s the set of a movie.

There is an oddly fake looking ocean that stretches out from a concrete beach into the horizon. I don’t realize at first that it’s fake. At some point I realize it is and ask Mr. Shuester, “In real life, how big is that ocean?” He says “It ends at about that shadow right there.” I realize that the whole movie set is built on a stage, and I’m seeing it as if all the missing elements were green-screened in. The mountain I focus on in the distance is most likely the tech room, or maybe the spotlight.

Suddenly, I see it for the set it is. It was bright before, now it’s dark. The aliens are replaced by regular actors, and I start to recognize friends of mine who are also acting in the movie. We start to rehearse. I’m backstage with four or five people (two I can remember are Kate and John). We are supposed to walk out on stage at the appropriate time. We all miss our cues and scramble out on stage at the same time. John trips and exclaims that he lost his camera.

This is where the dream ends.

I wake up at 5 in the morning, very depressed, and I want to see Rebekah..

June 10-11, 2010.

Finally, my dry spell is over! Last night, before bed, I drank a glass of apple juice. Also in a WBTB, I drank more apple juice. The AJ finally solved my problems!
Here are the results:

1st Dream: I dreamt that I was at my house. My little brother was on our trampoline, and this man walked up, so he got off and walked around casually. We were freaking out because the man got on our trampoline. He was wearing a firefighter jacket and he looked like he was in his 40's. Anyways, the guy started talking to my little brother. I could tell he was scared. So me and my 2 sisters started to sneak around the back of my house to hear what they said. Since the guy was creepy, we motioned for my brother to come in. He said, "I have to go now." And the man said okay, but he was still on our trampoline. So we all came back in the house. Then somebody knocked on our door, we opened it, and two guys that were husbands of the bridesmaids from a previous wedding we attended, came in with 6 women following behind. They came and talked to us, and they were smiling. Then I woke up.

2nd dream:

This one has some fragments.
So I remember a part where my little brother T was caught on some string tied to a banister, which was up WAY high. He was crying so much, that he was getting sick on himself. My dad, mom, sister, and I were trying to get him untied. My dad said, "Let go of the string so you won't fall!" But then he started crying even more. So he let go of the string, and my dad held onto him, and pulled him back in. The he quietly gave a sigh of relief, "I love you daddy."
Very touching.

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This whole time we were in a humongous ship or building. I was running around with a girl who seemed to be my friend. We ran back to the bathrooms, and accidentally walked in to the President of the United State's private room! So we rushed out quickly, and came to some lounging place. It had like a giant coffee maker and an ice cream machine, and a whipped cream dispenser. It had tons of food out, like a buffet. So we looked for the bathrooms. There was a whole bathroom for PETS. We finally came to ours. I can't remember what it looked like.

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At the last part of the dream, we heard this speaker person say over the loud speakers, "You have 1 minute." So my friend and I rushed to the bathroom, went and grabbed our families, and headed for the door. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Thank you. We hope you enjoyed your stay here." We were just at the door when I woke up.
(It was odd, because this dream wasn't similar to a lot of my others.)

08.05.2010

90: 5.8.10; 10:28AM Inside a Game: Leaving the Arabic City. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a game that allows me not only to use various weapons but allows me to move as if in real life, which I utilize very much in the way of climbing vines and ropes and walls to go different places. I run into very interesting characters and even find myself fighting someone and trying to use martial arts techniques to beat them.

Afterward, I find myself in an Arabic city within the game, with a man who resembles Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, and I prepare to leave. He protests and won't go with me for some reason. I tell him plainly that I'm going, and I climb the vines that have grown on a massive wall, one that separates the city from the outside lands, and I head out. I find myself in the woods, and come upon a small house/inn with many people inside it, despite its relatively tiny size. They are very hospitable and welcoming. I make myself at home and talk with them while wondering if the Gaston-lookalike is following me.

04.05.2010

86: 5.4.10; 9:56AM Part 2: Outta My Vehicle! (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a red SUV that doesn't belong to me, and a bald young man gets into the back seat, requesting I drive him to his home. He's clearly a leech, looking to bum rides off people, so I politely try to get him to leave. After trying to reason with him, I lose my cool and turn around in my seat, shouting "You have 10 seconds to get out." He continues to talk and stall. I say "5 seconds!" He threatens to call his posse and pulls out his phone to call them.

I figure this is my chance - I wrestle his phone away from him and hold it out my window, threatening to throw it and start driving off. He leans against the window behind mine, where he is sitting, and tries to reach for it. I hit the button to roll down his window and he tumbles out. Rolling up all my windows and locking the doors, I drive off.

However, the window on my passenger side wasn't all the way rolled up, allowing him to latch on and try to pull himself inside the vehicle again. I grabbed him by the neck and forced him (very roughly) back out, watching him take a seriously painful-looking roll down the tall hill from the road I was on, heading straight into a park bench while clenching his throat and fighting for breath.

I turn my focus back to the road, celebrating by spouting profanities and laughing my rear end off from what I did to that guy. I see ahead of me some familiar signs and realize I'm in Las Vegas, which I had mentioned in an earlier dream (one I haven't logged from this night). I'm still excited and laughing about recent events and start shouting that I'm in Vegas. I realize I'm in a dream, and start shouting, "This is a lucid dream!" I keep driving, and driving well I might add, while I try to remember the tasks of the month. I remember to give someone a flower, and look around for someone to give it to.

Slowly but surely, people appear on sidewalks and benches, including an old lady in a light blue sweatshirt who's out for a walk. I figure she's a nice enough person to deliver a flower to, and I park the vehicle to hop out and hand her a flower. While I'm trying to summon a flower in my hand, the dream goes fuzzy and I slip into a false awakening in which I'm trying to DEILD, and find myself explaining it to someone who'd asked me what I was doing. I woke up thereafter from an external sound.

Date unsure, before or around 2002.



One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had.

My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's night-time and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We "park" near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: Cape Town in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antarctica). Once in Cape Town, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to park our ship.
When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes, the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him.
Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can talk). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there.
Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babushka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time.
Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash-back of the little boy's death. There was a match between two children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the "deep end", there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipped his hand between the (how do you call that ???) lozenges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late.
Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there.
Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me.

*who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names.
**looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in Alias.
***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway
**** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seeing Cape Town's lights from Antarctica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time)
***** the French name of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.

Before 2002.



Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two "walls"), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church candles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the "stairs". My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre.

I cannot really interpret this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end.

A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria "something is not what it looks like".
Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations.
Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious "action". It is worth mentioning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say "was it", since I less frequently dream of such places these days?

NOTES

in the Temple

I become the temple

I fly to earth and battle world monuments, the pyramids, eiffel tower, great wall, statue of liberty, mt. rushmore

***

Mosh on the moon, face frozen in a trance

WAKE UP! DUDE!

I attack the hypnotist, and rip his brain out

he laughs and says he doesn't need it

Raven, Tigress, appear... other people too

we follow the thread to the puppetmaster

it's the Reptilian

he says he is the Father of the Templars

Naga MoSh appears he has a gold and silver crown on his head

they do battle

everything explodes into particles

The Atom helps me make sense of everything

a dark orb appears calling itself The Ancient Sun

it says all destruction and evil emanate from it

I laugh in its face

it says it's the father of Solaris, his impudent son

He tells us this long weird story about the Solar System he used to have

the dream explodes, and I am dreaming many dreams at once

V and I are attending a movie, a biology documentary about wetland habitats. The screen is huge and very high-definition; underwater photography, alligators, and birds are all shown in stunning detail. After watching for a while, we move closer and closer, and finally close to kiss. The ensuing makeout is full of energy and passion, and I vividly feel both tongues writhing. There's so much energy, in fact, that she knocks out the filling from my front tooth. Its texture, hard and ugly, now enters the dream, and my brain pulls me out presumably to avoid that feeling.

I wake up (IRL, not a false awakening, thanks to RCs and my own dream journal), but when I go back to bed the dream has continued with a shift of scenes. We're now in the bathroom of the movie theatre, preparing to have sex. I try to hurry up and begin to piss... and I keep pissing. I notice, too late, that the urinal I chose has someone's shit blocking the drain, and soon the water starts to overflow. I have no choice but to continue, but as V knocks on the door to check on me the urinal breaks out of the ground! Water, piss, and shit start flowing everywhere, and she steps in the refuse with her heavy boots. The mood is, to say the least, ruined. I stumble out of the toilet trying to clean myself up and salvage the night, but another student from the research station, S, is crying to herself and washing glassware in the sink. I have no peace and wake up very frustrated.

Sometimes, my dream guide really irks me. But yay, lucidity!

1- Scary Lucidity
I am listening to a song on my mp3 player that was written by someone on MM. It's very creepy... Makes me think of Alice in Wonderland. Eventually I get tired and turn it off, intending to go to bed. As soon as I lay down, the song starts playing. Ugh, not THIS song again. Wait, didn't I take my earbuds out already? I sit up and RC. Lucid!

Suddenly it is very dark in my room. I vaguely think about lights, but I cannot focus enough to make the darkness go away. An aura of fear, of pure terror, weighs down the air, making it somewhat difficult to breathe.

Annoyed, I walk to the center of my room and stand perfectly still. I picture what I will do to any attacker, even Leroy (who I know is behind this), for coming to me in such darkness with the obvious intent to scare me. But it's just so freaking dark, I can't hold the dream together.FA

((Note: I know it was Leroy, because fear is his "energy signature." Why he has to be so anti-social, I don't know.))

2- A Dream of Wakefulness
I am in MM chat, telling everyone about the lucid dream I just had. Moonbeam tells me that the person who wrote that song is banned from MM, because he stole our "void game." I am appalled. How dare he!?

Later, I am a guy wandering around a college campus. I hear a "Hey, you," behind me and turn around. A girl is standing in the doorway, looking at me. "The manager told me to look for a Junior, and you're the only Junior around here. Even though you look more like 17 than 20. If you want to join our ranks, go meet Nelson by the band house." ((This is pretty much an exact quote of what she said, as I woke up afterwards and wrote it down as quickly as possible.))

3- Alice in Dreamland
I am cleaning out my grandmother's house; apparently she's moving. We fight all sorts of strange things in there, my favorite being some type of primitive war machine. It is a cart, with a catapult attached to one side, a removable spiky club attached to the other side, and spikes in the front. Useful for both long ranged attacks and ramming into enemies.

Later, I am no longer myself, but a girl named Alice. I am standing in a graveyard with friends, sanctifying the grave of our deceased friend, Whisper. I say a spell which animates the concrete Angel used as her gravemarker. It now has her spirit. She thanks me, and offers to help in times of need.

I am following some weird storyline as I wander further into the graveyard, away from my friends. A narrator says I will get attacked by the thugs who are after me, and my friends won't be able to hear my cries for help. The rational part of me realizes that I could leave now before the thugs find me, but this Alice part of me isn't aware of my future predicament.

I see my (Alice's) father walk around the side of the church.

Rational me: *gasp* My father has something to do with those thugs!

Alice: Hm, I wonder where he's going?

As I sneak closer, I spot the thugs loading some things into a car. Too late to hide: the short fat one has spotted me! I run, and he give chase. How can he run so fast!? I see my friends over the hill, leaving the cemetery. As predicted, they cannot hear me calling to them.

Suddenly another of the thugs is standing in my path. This one, however, I know to be friendly. "Alice!" he cries out as I collide into him. He catches me and holds me with my back against his chest.

"Being... chased..." I pant. Shorty walks up to us.

"Neil! Good, you got 'er! Let's take 'er to the boss!"

Neil doesn't move; I can tell he's debating with himself about what to do. Set me free, or follow orders? Right now, I don't really care which one he decides. I know that he'll save me eventually, if not now. Besides, I'm feeling very comfortable in his arms... "Neil, what are you waiting for?" Shorty growls impatiently.

Neil suddenly lets me go and puts himself between me and the other thug. "Go! Run!" I don't want to leave him, but I must follow the storyline.

"Thank you," I say, taking off down the sidewalk. I think I am going to get away, but at the intersection I am intercepted by another thug, who looks like Fabio. Damn it! Neil got in trouble for nothing! ((At this point, my mom's phone goes off, waking me. No fair... I was going to end up having a romance with Neil...))

June 14, 2010

I had low recall today. When I woke up, I RC’d for a FA. I remember slipping in and out of HI, and I checked probably about 5 times. Unfortunately, this was killing off the dreams I’d had.

I did some interrogation of myself on possible people who came up, but there wasn’t much else I could recall.

10:00a-4:30p
Music class
Darren was teaching a music class of about 10 of us, possibly a bit less. I remember us all sitting around a room with our instruments as he was instructing.

I also recall him sitting at the piano with me, teaching me a song, and I was leaning up against him

20/03/2010

Non-dream Dream Semi-lucid Lucid Shared?

The fire

The memory starts with me being in a abandoned part of the city. I see a fire burning in a metal box and think, hmm, I need to put that out. I start making the water rise up from the puddle with mere movements of my hand, but then think, oh, this is a great chance to see if I can control fire.
I diverted my attention from the water to the fire. The water fell back into the puddle with a splash. I raised the hand above the small fire and the repeated the movements that let me control water. The fire started raising together with my hand. And after a while there was a separate fire burning in the air. I made the fire grow bigger, then smaller again. I made it hover in my palm, just a few millimeters from the skin then made it bigger and threw it at the wall, where it left a burning circle. I had just thrown another fireball at the wall when the dream ended and I woke up.
Fun fact: I remember waking up after this dream and thinking - ooh, I need to remember this. But I only remembered the dream after an about of hour of fussing in the morning that I remember the thought when I woke up between the phases, but didn't remember a single dream. XD


The empty classroom ***

I guess I need to give you a little background before I tell you about this dream and why I deem it so important.
Last year (note - by year I mean school grades) I started noticing a guy from parallel class. Not that I hadn't noticed him before, it's just that I started to notice that he was quite handsome, though quite obnoxious too. After a couple of times when I noticed him, I had a dream with him in it. We were paired up for basketball practice at school. We were standing lined up, and he was holding a basketball in his hands. He made a snide remark about me, and I answered with an equally snide remark and a smirk on my face. He looked down upon me (he was taller than me) with an amused and slightly bewildered look.
The next times when I saw him at school, I was met with two greyish-blue orbs - he was looking back at me.
Since that time I had had many dreams with him. And always when we saw each other at school he would look at me with this weird expression.
But it had been a long time since we had had a supposedly shared dream. The last time we had something like that, was the night after the school's Christmas ball, and before that dream, there too was a long period without a dream with him. So this dream made me think again...
Let's see what will happen at school tomorrow...

I was sitting in an empty classroom with my back pressed against the wall - now that I think about it, that's the way I usually sit in that classroom, that reminds me of one of my Latvian language classrooms. If I was sitting at the first table, he was sitting at the third table in the row, in the other seat line. I was the first one to speak.
"Where have you disappeared?"
"Should I've been anywhere?" he answered with a bit of a sneer.
"I don't know, shouldn't you have?"
He didn't answer, just stared at the table.
Th next moment he was sitting at the second table, though still across from me.
"Why aren't you doing anything at school?" he asked.
I think I smiled. "You should know by now that I'm waiting for you to act."
He looked at me with this weird look. Like he was a bit surprised... And maybe even considering it...
The dream ended. Although he probably ended it.

The was a sickness that was killing everyone. For some reason, a few of us couldn't be infected. We teamed up with the ones who weren't infected.

Someone said something about us being vampires but eating a human diet. We had to wear gloves. That way we could be around humans without hurting them. If we touched them with our hands (even accidentally) they would die in a few minutes. We could be touched on our arms and stuff without problems.

One in our group could fly and had this long staff that caught lightening so he could throw it as he pleased. Another could see the future. She saw them coming for us and told us all about them. Another had this motherly personality. She could get children to do what she said. (She touched children's hands to do this. She could only touch their hands or they would die.) She could also turn into a child or a child's toy at will, like a stuffed bear. Our leader was just great at organizing things. (I don't know what his powers were, but he had several.) We could all jump literally and figuratively to another place. (Except the girl who turned into a child and back.) I was the only one who could do it naturally and was teaching a few people. I could also jump in time, but I tried not to go too far forward or back.

The ice cream men were coming to get us. They wore white pants and white button down t-shirts. They also had these white masks so you couldn't see their faces. They wanted to destroy everyone who wouldn't join their group. Even if you were in the group, you weren't guaranteed to live. If you didn't do what you were told or someone who was stronger than you didn't like you, they would kill you.

Our leader told us one bag that we could carry and run with each. I think the humans were allowed a bigger bag. The humans were put on the bus, and the ones with powers ran near it and lead the way. (We had super speed and endurance.) We were all going north west, hopefully into Canada in a low population area. (We started in Texas or Arizona. I have no idea why. I've never been to any of those places.

After we got there, things went peacefully for many years. (I have no idea where the people with powers were living. We could live really long though) It was so long that many generations of humans had been born and died of old age. They stopped talking about our history and began to fear us and want us gone. The had a group of army people come and stand in front of us in a cluster and shoot at us with shot guns. They refused to talk things out with our leader. They tried to shoot him, but the bullet just dropped to the ground before reaching him. I was told to shoot them in a way that would only wound them. (I could only shoot when I said bang for some reason. I also had really good vision. He said that was their warning.

We ran. Eventually we stopped when we weren't being chased anymore. (We repacked our one bag before we left because we knew they were going to attack us before they did it. We didn't need to pack food, because we could survive on anything. I brought my laptop and an old answering machine that had the front missing. I like taking things apart, so I my have been the one who did that. I also brought things to color for the little girl, because she asked me to please help her pack things to help her color. I didn't know that she could change into an adult and be able to carry stuff. I have no idea what her actual age was.)

We had lost them deep in the forest. (They were very superstitious.) We were going to fight back in groups. The leader was first at the edges of the forest. He was going to roar or something to scare away people so he didn't have to fight and kill them all. The guy with lightening was going to have lightening hit the lighthouse near the town. (Usually he collected it instead of letting it hit where they could see it.)

Me and the girl (now about 20 looking) were gathering intelligence near where people leave town. We were bored and decided to go into town. She went in as a child. (This was the first time I saw her transform.) The town had really brightly colored houses. The guys wore black pants and white shirts. The girls wore brightly colored dresses, and some had aprons. (Even the kids looked like this, except the little boys had suspenders.)

We were fitting in fine. Then, this kid yelled witch after looking at the gloves. We were chased out. We split up and managed to loose them and met at this stream that was only ankle deep. (We never mentioned meeting up at all and I've never seen the stream before in any dream or real life. I have no idea how we met up later.) There was this guy who was jumping off this rock into the stream. He shimmered a bit like he was about to jump somewhere else. He looked at me and his eyes looked like bright green lights for a second then went back to brown. He said he was practicing. I was afraid that we would be seen, so I took his hand and the girl's hand (she was now a teddy bear) and stood on the rock he was just on (they turned to a stack of books when I stepped on them) and got ready to jump.

This lady came over and didn't look like she knew we were being chased by the whole town, so we sat down to read and pretend we were innocent. She told us she knew who I was and would yell and tell people unless I gave her my powers. (She didn't know that others had any and apparently didn't see the boy's attempts at jumping.) I tried to jump while holding on to the two others, but she put her hand on us. (Somehow she knew that she would come along if she did it.) I didn't want her to know where our hide out was or that there were others like us, so I jumped us to right next to where we were. Then, she was sitting in a red chair, and the rest of us were still standing holding hands. She was telling me to tell her my secret to doing it. The teddy bear turned back into a girl. While she was looking at us in shock, (she didn't know anyone else had powers) I took a jumped backward and jumped us away. Before I got to see where we landed, I woke up.

I've had a few dreams about rough looking wolves that bare their teeth at me. I've been studying lucid dreams for over 5 years now, and it even astonishes me to say that i still learn new things about it and learn new ideas/things you can do in the unconscious realm. I really want to have another lucid dream but it seems the harder i try, the further it gets from my grasp.

A few nights ago i had a dream that i was in the woods somewhere on a cliff, by water. i had a slight sense of lucidity but felt i had to reach a destination via one of these paths through the woods. And there were soo many trees, i remembered they looked thin, stringy and very tall. I was running down a path and there was this sort of cave that seemed to lead to a whole nother set of secret paths. I went into the cave and encountered a wolf, it bared its teeth at me. I thought about how it might hurt to get bit by it, and i felt threatened, i was eating one of those push-up suckers (don't know where that came from, haven't even seen those in a while) and i let the wolf smell it, then i threw it as if to distract it so that i could continue on the path.

I did some research [The Illustrated Dream Dictionary by: pamela ball] and it says that 'dreaming of any threat from sinister animals indicates fears and doubts the dreamer has over the ability to cope with the stirrings of the unconscious'
wow... that suites because i am a little afraid of what i might learn/ come to face in the unconsciousness.

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