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RPG rescue:

First dream of the night and I can't remember too much of it. I was kidnapped by some evil guy and put in the basement. I somehow escaped and stole three of his daughters. They were really dumb and could not really speak or listen well. It was as if they were dumb npcs. I started to lead them through the jungle to safety but kept getting attacked by monsters. It was as if I was a mix between a rouge and a priest from world of warcraft. I remember getting really frustrated because I would try to vanish and cheap shot the monsters because they could kill the sisters. I kept failing and they kept dieing. After a group of them died I resurrected them. This repeated for a while until I got better at vanish, shadowstep, cheapshot, eviscerate .

Flying battle:

This was by far one of the coolest dreams I have had in a while.

I was flying super fast on the freeway on my way to bellevue. My best friend Michael started to fly by me as soon as I started thinking about him. (that happens alot. Every time I think of something, it happens) I felt his energy was a little off and thought he may not be the real Michael. I remembered a certain thing clarity would say and started whispering to myself - "may I be surrounded and protected by white light" I kept repeating this until finally Michael surrounded himself by black light and tried to attack me with its energy. A brilliant white light burst out of my body and started protecting me against his dark energy. The freeway disappeared and was replaced by black smog. The blackness was surrounding me but my white light was stronger. Eventually I came to a point where see again. I heard evil Michael scream in anger and turn the other way. Finally I made it to downtown belleuve. It looked so real and I suddenly knew this was a dream. I became fully lucid and started to fly around a little. No longer dreaming I noticed how high I was and kinda got scared. Whenever I am really high up in a lucid I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. I started to unstably fly down into the near forest. I felt myself waking up
Time to DEILD: I laid for about 5-10 min and got nothing. Normally I would be in another dream by now so I just turned over and went back to bed.

Sonic the movie theater:

I was in some movie theater playing sonic with Michael. I was some new guy named sun and Michael was sonic. We were battling against each other. My guy was tall, skinny, and red with mini solar flares shooting out of his head. We were running to collect coins. The game ended and I ran out of the movie theater room. The manager asked me to leave several times. I eventually said ok I am leaving.... you FUCKING ASSHOLE. He started laughing and said it was inappropriate and that I needed to leave now.

Rome:

I was in Rome walking around. Two girls around 18 came up to me and asked me where something was. I showed them what they were looking for and somehow ended up moving a big tray of pizza to another table and ate with them. They both really liked me and bought lunch for me. I was invited to go with them and their family to some hotel. I slept with both of them and ended up going to dinner with the family. They bought me dinner and we ended up on some couch messing around.

There was so many more dreams I remember, but only fragments. I forgot to record those and just went back to bed. I briefly remember some sort of lucid dream, but every time I get close to it, I lose it.

A wizard violates the laws of nature when he creates human beings from scratch. And then there are zombies.

There's a shabby old farmhouse on the plain, over the crest of the hill. No roads lead to it, because in this time, there are no roads. If there's a hint of civilization in this place, it's what's been carved out of the land by its few inhabitants.



I knock on the door.

The door swings open and a middle-aged man with longish black hair answers it, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile when he realizes who I am.

"Amon." I say, "It's been a while."

He leads me inside, beaming. The inside of the house is bright and warm and filled with people. I notice the eight people in the room, most of whom are cooking and doing various odd jobs around the house. Amon is rushing away to go help with something.

I take an empty seat beside a kid who looks to be in his mid-20s. "I'm Eli," he says, "and the scary-looking guy across from me is Mark."

Mark glares menacingly from across the table.

"So, Eli," I say, "How did you come to be here?"

"Could ask you the same question." Mark interrupts.

Eli continues like he hasn't heard him. "I was a civilian consultant for the military back home. It's a long story, but the same thing that pulled all of us back here somehow pulled me in. So really, I'm from the future," he says happily.

Neat cover story.

"So, when were you from?" asks Eli.

"I need to talk to Amon." I say dismissively, and kick my chair back.

Mark stands up too, his pose threatening. "I don't know who you are," he says, "but you're not one of us. If you try to hurt any of these people, I will kill you."

I turn back to him, considering. "Duly noted."

I catch up to Amon outside. He's leaning against the wood siding of the house, staring up into the sky.

"So," I say, leaning against the wall beside him, "They're self-aware."

Amon pulls away from the wall a bit, turning to face me. "They are." He confirms. His smile becomes wistful. "Aren't they beautiful?"

"Your own perfect little creations." I say, frowning. "You know, there's a reason the creation of human life is considered a forbidden art."

"Those laws don't apply here," says Amon. "And of all people, I thought you would understand why those rules are arbitrary."

"I care little for conventional morality, Amon," I say, warning in my tone, "But this is dangerous. As my student -"

"You taught me to choose my own path," says Amon. He gestures at the door. "This is what I've chosen. These are real people, ---." He lowers his voice. "I won't abandon them."

I can't stop a smile from creeping onto my face.

One of his creations comes outside to tell us that dinner is ready. The man is smiling and holding a bowl of potatoes and a wooden spoon. I try to ignore it, but I can't help but notice that his hands are shaking.

---

Over dinner, I keep an eye on the man with the potatoes. His name is Darryl, and he's a carpenter from the 1950s. At least, he thinks he is. In reality, he's a construct whose artificial soul is straining at the bonds keeping it in place. I'm surprised the others have lasted so long.

Eli keeps trying to draw me into the conversation, but I keep one eye on Darryl throughout the meal. He's getting progressively more pale and shaky, I notice, as Eli introduces me to a pretty woman in a dress, called Solara. She's either from an alternate, apocalyptic future or a rich family in the 19th century. I'm not paying much attention.

Because Darryl is stumbling, backing away from the table into the wall, and as he collapses, a wave of energy pulses outward, knocking over every construct at the table.

I calmly set down my fork, then stand up and walk over to Amon. "I hate to say I told you so," I tell him, "but it's time to go."

"No!" says Amon, knocking my hand away. He staggers back to the other end of the room, looking over the scene with horror. "I have to help them."

"Amon." I say, approaching like I would a wounded animal. "There's nothing you can do. We need to leave before you're affected, too."

"Yes." he says, eyes wild. "Yes, yes, I can't help them," He looks straight at me. "But you can. You can fix them."

"No." I say flatly. "This is a bad idea."

He's already started the process before I can protest further, pulling soul energy from a well deep inside him, gathering it up.

I can't stop him.

"Take care of them, ---," he says, struggling to hold together the colourless swirling energy he's holding in his hands. "Please."



The soul energy hits me at the same time I feel Amon vanish from existence, gone as if he'd never been there. The energy is a rush, but I control it effortlessly, and spin around to confront the automatons that are his legacy.

The thing that was Darryl comes charging at me, and I telekinetically smash it into the wall next to me. Its feet are dangling in the air as I examine it. Gari d'amon ex hadris, I chant in nonsense Latin. I let the body fall, boneless and broken to the floor.

Mark is still half-standing, leaning against a chair for support. He's been watching with the glazed look of a man in horrible pain, but he's still somewhat alert.

I approach him in much the same way I did the zombie, cautious. I nudge him back toward the wall with a tendril of energy, but I don't lift him from the ground or slam him into the wall.

"This is going to hurt," I warn him.

Mark nods and lets his head fall back against the wall, eyes closed. So assured, I grip Mark's artificial soul, pulling it into a ball from his chest. I twist my wrist, watching his hands clench into fists, and let trickles of the soul-energy I absorbed from Amon sweep into the artificial soul, strenghthening it.

I don't have time for anything more elaborate. I push Mark's soul back into his body, forcing it to slice through his veins in one swift motion, sticking it there. If he could get any breath into his lungs, he would be screaming.

I leave Mark on the floor, stepping over him to the other bodies. This just might work.

In the end, I only manage to save five of them, Eli and Solara among them. The other two, I simply put down, severing their nervous systems and absorbing the very last of their energies. The once cozy farmhouse feels oppressive, haunted by the wild energy that echoes throughout. We need to leave.
"You have water?" I ask a woman, whose name I don't know. She nods silently, looking back over the farmhouse.

"Well?" says Solara, gathering up her skirts and hiking out into the desert, the opposite way I came from. "Let's get going then."

Amused, I follow after her, followed, in turn, by the rest of the group. Mark stays close behind me, though I doubt it's to watch my back. More likely, he just wants to keep an eye on me.

Eli jogs to catch up, panting as he keeps pace with me. "So, what happened back there, exactly?"

"Amon was a necromancer," I say. "He wanted to create life, so he came here. He created you." I keep my eyes on the horizon. "He couldn't sustain himself along with all of you, so he sacrificed the rest of his soul to keep you alive."

Eli blinks. "Okay, that's completely unbelievable."

I look back at him and say without inflection, "The wormhole that brought you back in time dosed you with massive amounts of radiation that was going to turn you into zombies."

"Thank you," says Eli. "Why didn't you just say that the first time?"

Eli tries to catch up to Solara. I turn back to Mark and shrug. What can you do?

I could swear I almost see Mark crack a smile.

---

The next hill brings us the view of a tall, white-panelled manor not too far off. I wonder what could have made it; we're supposed to be in a universe devoid of all sentient life, after all. The rest of the party is just relieved to see a trace of civilization, so I suppose that it's worth the risk.

We trek up the gravel road (another oddity) to the house that shouldn't be there. Eli and Solara are running inside before Mark and I have a chance to check it out - which Mark isn't happy about. We meet them inside. Solara is twirling in circles over the hardwood floor, a smile on her face as she admires the high ceilings.

I'm trying to examine my surroundings on a deeper level, but something is blocking my senses. This place might seem like heaven to Solara, but something is very wrong.

Mark's dividing us into teams. He wants Eli and Solara to stick together on the main floor, watching for any signs of life (anything to keep those two out of trouble). He sends the two nameless constructs - people - off to explore the rest of the main floor while the two of us head upstairs.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't trust me with the others." I say in a low voice, out of earshot from the rest of the group.

"I don't!" says Mark, turning around to face me on the stairs. I calculate a four foot height advantage. "You show up and suddenly, four of us are dead! What the hell do you expect?"

"If I hadn't shown up when I did, all of you would have been dead." I say, meeting his angry gaze.

"Do you remember what I told you, earlier?"

I tilt my head, walk up the last few steps until I'm standing far too close. "You said you'd kill me." I smile, and Mark takes a step back. "Would you like to try?"

We hear a scream from the main floor. Mark is rushing down the stairs toward the sound, shouting "Solara", and I follow behind at a more modest pace.

Solara has collapsed on the floor. Eli is backed up against the counter, faced by a wraith-like creature with rotting skin. Eerie green light seems to flow from its features, making the sunlight streaming in the windows seem colder somehow. Its flowing white dress seems to flutter in a non-existant breeze.

Revenant, my mind supplies me with, as it turns to face Mark. Controls illusions, typically feeds on travellers. It hasn't noticed me yet.

"Do you like my home?" the revenant asks Mark. He starts forward, but it reforms into the shape of a Chinese woman with long dark hair and modern clothing. It's someone he seems to recognize, and he freezes on the spot.

The revenant approaches him, raising one hand to his face -

I attack with a right hook to her jaw. I spin and lash out with a kick. I've left myself open. The revenent strikes with her claws, tearing my throat out. I laugh, the liquid splashing my clothes, and continue to strike at her.

Hang on, that's not fair.

What isn't? It's right on my character sheet; I'm immortal.

You should at least need some time to recuperate.

Nope.

Oh, come on, you get banished to the basement...

I take a moment to adjust to my new surroundings, dark and damp and distinctly underground. I'm in the cellar. I curse revenants in general to hell and back, but I'm not too terribly concerned with the constructs, either. Mark should be able to handle himself for a little while.

I take stock of the food in the basement, a lot of cereal and a working freezer - hey, Neapolitan ice cream. The others will be happy about that. The overhead light starts to flicker and I sigh. I see movement in the corner of the room, feel hairs raising on the back of my neck.

I spin around and catch the revenant by the throat. She's flickering back and forth between her wraith image and her human one, and I force her to the ground, crushing her windpipe. She claws uselessly at my arms, but it's too late, I've got too good of a grip on her. Unfortunately, revenants don't need to breathe, either.

There's a short flight of steps leading back to the kitchen, and I drag her up by the throat, letting her white dress drag over the dusty steps. I step into the kitchen, where the five survivors are standing around in a circle, trying to figure out what to do next.

Mark looks up first. "We thought you were dead." He accuses.

"I don't die." I say.

I throw the revenant onto the floor, where she scrambles back along the tile, surrounded by six very non-human travellers. "Now," I say, tilting my head to the side and smiling down at her, "How do we go about killing you?"

Character Creation. Scare Factor: 3.

There, I'm done. Finally.

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Darren's Message
I was in a park, with Darren. He was conducting a small orchestra. He tells me when I hear [something], it’s a message from him. I can’t remember WTF that something was, but it had to do with the song he was playing.

Craft time with Darren
I was chatting with Darren while we were doing some kind of crafts project. Notably, when he's come in dreams in the past, he's usually just imparting some kind of fatherly advice to me, but this time was the first time we chatted freely about things. I remember saying something about how he gets to see how much I suck at crafts. He mentioned something about being Canadian (in hindsight, I should have smacked him for that!). Instead, I told him that going way back through my heritage, I'm also Scottish, just like he would be. Overall, we were having a good laugh and I felt really relaxed and happy. The ribbon I was working with fell apart into about 50 different ribbons. Darren had to help me tie it all back together.

NON-DREAM DREAM DREAM COMMENTS DREAM SIGNS

A Birthday Visit (Non-lucid)

I was sitting on a bench in a busy area (there were a lot of people around. There were white floors, white walls. Felt like a train station or an airport or something. It was a very big area!), talking with Darren (yayyy, I haven't seen him in forever!). We were going along a list of things, comparing them for similarities. It had to do with dreams and thoughts. Like I would say, "Do you remember dreaming about this?" or "Do you remember thinking this?"

When I was done, Darren asked me what the comparisons meant. I put my forehead against his and said, "It means, we haven't managed to share a dream yet; but I think I've somehow managed to tap into your subconscious."

"Hmm!" Darren replied, sounding sort of surprised and intrigued.

09.02.2010

Murder Mystery (DEILD)

(This plot is pretty similar to "The Lovely Bones" which I finished reading about a week ago). This dream was really long, lasting from about 6:30am until noon, when I finally woke up. I don't remember every single scene as a result. I just recall there were many instances where the killer was just lurking around in scenes. There was this omniscient part of me that knew who the killed was, but I was also myself, first person; a character in my dream that had no idea who the killer was. The killer was an old guy who was generally kind of creey. A girl named Sarah had been killed. We didn't know where her body was, or who her killer was, so as a community, we were trying to figure it out.

I was on a train with my friend (just a city transit train, a light rail one). It was crowded and we were standing. The killer (who I "knew" and didn't know it was him) put his hand on my friend's shoulder, and started creeping downwards towards her breast. She somehow didn't notice, so I grabbed his hand and removed it from her and told him he was disgusting. We left the train.

The whole community was outside, eating lunch at picnic tables. It felt like we were a apart of some 1970's reenactments. I sat down at a table with two adults who were eating with 4 kids. The two adults turned out to be actors who were identical to Darren and L. I asked them a question and addressed them as "Fake Darren" and "Fake L."

It was after this scene that I woke up around 10am-ish. I was ready to wake up after the weekend of crappy dreaming so I tried to chain back in. It worked, but I wasn't immediately lucid.

We had found Sarah's body, in a lake. The water was freezing cold. She had been drowned, and she also had a stick impaled in her left shoulder (almost looked like a broom handled). I thought I felt a heart beat when I placed my hand on her chest, and she still felt warm for some reason. I screamed at someone to call 911, maybe she could still be saved. A DC with me kind of laughed and said I was wrong. The heart beat I felt was hers. Sarah is most definitely dead. I had an "Oh... Wow that was odd..." Moment and said that someone should still call 911, to retrieve her body.

This next part is semi-lucid. It feels more like a daydream, and yet stronger than that. I knew it was a dream and could control the plot like a daydream. Yet it was still a dream, because it introduced something I didn't control... it was weird. Anyways, read on.

This time, I was L, first person. Our daughter was playing outside by herself. Because the murder was still out there, I felt one of us should be out there with her. I had a bad feeling about her being alone out there, so I asked Darren to go out there. I had this daydream within my dream about Darren going out there, encountering the guy with our daughter, and punching him out. I ran out to the backyard, and sure enough, Darren did encounter the creepy old murder. However, he picked up our daughter and only told the guy off. I thought to myself, "Hmm, he was supposed to punch him."

Things got shaky and went black, but I could still hear voices. Darren was reading a letter from a girl named Jaime, asking us to make sure her our daughter was doing okay. I thought to myself, "Who in the heck is Jaime?" My dream supplied that Jaime was our daughter's older sister.

I woke up and was still thinking that. Jaime was the daughter's older sister. Actually, Jaime is my friend Vicky's older half-sister, so that was quite odd that she ended up being mentioned at the end of my dream...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Jules, myself and 1 or 2 others from my old broadcasting course were in this banquet hall. There were few tables, maybe 6 that only sat about 4 people side by side. Each were nicely decorated with white china, polished silver serving dishes and 3 elaborate flower arrangements for the centre pieces (3 per table). At the front of the room, there was a one-person table, similarly decorated, but it was next to a podium for a presentation. There was a projector screen as well.

Some servers were laying out things that looked like fancy ping pong paddles, each were white and decorated with flowers. Jules told us it was for if we needed something from the server, you hold up a paddle.

He said that despite the lavishness, we were all here to learn something, so have our notebooks ready. But he seemed mischievous about something.

As people started coming in, more people from my radio class started showing up. Jules was dismayed, because he hadn't meant for everyone to be invited, but it filled up the seats, and they didn't appear to be taking someone else's reserved seat, so Jules commented it was probably better that we filled the hall.

At that moment, Darren came out, and I nearly died, because it was someone I "knew." He sat down at the front table. He was hosting our lunch! He thanked us all for coming. Two other DC's (closer to my age) were giving a presentation on something as we ate, but I wasn't paying attention. I was staring at Darren.

At a break between the meal and dessert, he invited everyone to the front for questions and autographs. It was crowded at first, so I hung back. One of the DC's approached me, and started to tell me something, and the dream crumbled.

I remember thinking, "Oh, that's just fantastic, you stupid DC! You had to ruin my dream!" I chained back in. I knew it was a dream, but I didn't have a ton of control. Not that I wanted it. I just wanted to spend time with dream-Darren.

I was back in the room, but the crowd had cleared out from around Darren. I was flipping through the notebook I brought, looking for a suitable page to autograph, and they were all scribbled on with what looked like notes from work.

I found a page that didn't look so horrible and approached him. I asked him if he was still signing, and he gave me a genuinely warm smile and said of course. I wanted to tell him so many things, but I thought it would sound like gushing, so I stood there and smiled at him. He said something to me about always work hard at what I do. Hard work is what gets you places. I told him I would do my very best and sat down. I said to him, "Thank you, Darren." He smiled at me.

Dream broke, and I actually managed to chain it again.

Everyone was gathering up their things to leave. I wanted to say something to him, I wasn't sure what yet. Someone else was talking to him and was taking longer than a second, so I sat back down at my seat and laid my head down (I was feeling sleepy). I could notably see the backs of my eyelids, just the way they look in real life, when I close my eyes in a lit room. I raised my head again and he was free again. I got up and lost my balance (I almost fell backwards). Darren kind of laughed and I said, "Whoops! Inertia or something!" I was going to shake his hand, but he motioned me in for a hug. He whispered in my ear, "I remember you." I was stunned. He didn't let go of me for about 30 seconds. When we parted, he said something else, but I can't remember what it was.

Dream ended again. I chained again.

I wasn't in the banquet room anymore. I was on the 3rd floor of my building, looking at the wooden horse statue. The elevator dinged, and my neighbour, who is a bonafide medium (well, she has me convinced anyways. She's the one who confirmed who my guide spirit is) got off it. I recalled that she hasn't been in a dream of mine for a while. I was kind of flustered and told her I'd been doing some dream-chaining, I wanted to tell her about Darren. She looked confused, but didn't get to say anything, because the dream ended.

I didn't chain again at this point, it was already 10:15 in the morning!

Okay, so I tried taking my meds and then staying up for about 30 min afterward. And guess what??? That's right! I remembered a dream! Now to become lucid again!!!

I was fighting GIANT SPIDERS. I was with Raven. I was spinning and hitting them. I was also scared. I couldn't believe that they really existed. It never occurred to me that it was a dream, even given the weird armor, the swords and the fact that Raven could heal me. Of course I rationalized it because you always have to kill giant spiders with swords. They are immune to everything else. So we continued fighting spiders and soon was getting ready to leave the dungeon that we were in.

Somehow a spider ended up slipping into my bag. It was a baby, very young, and easily fit into it. Of course my backpack is where I store all my adventuring gear. Raven and I walked to my house. Well it was more like teleportation, and my mind rationalized it as walking. There we were talking with Mom, Dad, and Jen about our adventure. The spider slipped out of my back and bit my mom. Dad rushed her to the hospital. The spider must have laid eggs too. Raven and I go to kill the big spider when all of these little ones come pouring out of my bag. I am trying to kill them, but stepping on them and hitting them isn't working (which proves my sword theory!) Soon they area crawling on me. I am freaking out cause I am terrified of spiders.

One of them bites me! I want to go to the hospital but Jen says not to worry and Raven tries to get me to calm down. I ask her if she can take care of the rest of the spiders. A big blister, its boil like, is appearing on my arm where the spider bit me. A EMT appears. He tells me not to worry about the bite. It will not kill me. I am perfectly safe. I never have to worry here. What? Why not? "Because its all a dream!" he says. I pause and think about that. Dream? That means... ah shit! I wake up!

June 20, 2010 - I'm up to date now!

Synopsis: First dream random. In the second dream, after trying to shop for dad I get accused of stealing! Third dream. In a war torn world, I remain the faithful student of a buddha, using my powerful psychokinetic gift to help stop the violence. But me and my partner are considered freaks, and the very city we love to protect turns on us! Only my teacher can help me now.

Night Time Note: Tonight was the first night I did my Dolphin Dream Mantra. But when it came time to visualizing, it was hard to focus on the ocean.

Dream Recall
I woke up. I couldn't really remember my dream anymore. But I just wrote what came to my head anyways. I'm making a painting of a dolphin. There is a rich man, evil man, who hired a hitman. Or someone hired a hitman to kill him.

Father's Day and Thieving at Work
I'm working alone. Where is everyone else? My sister is here with me to help me pick out some art supplies for my dad. I thought today would be a quiet day at work - but I'm getting swamped by costumers! And, I realize that I'm picking out all the wrong things. These brushes and paints won't do. I need to get the list I've left at home.

I leave the art supply store with my sister at 3pm. That means I closed the store two hours earlier than normal. I hope my boss doesn't yell at me. I get home and I've got my list. I start flying back to the art supply store. That's when I become slightly lucid and remember - wait - it is Father's Day. Were closed today! So I opened the store and suffered annoying costumers for no reason.

But I didn't come completely lucid. I still thought I could buy my dad some presents within the dream.

I get to the store, and all the other employees are here. What's going on? My boss frowns and explains this costumer wants to sue the entire store, for millions! She claims that I STOLED her anatomy art book. Me? What? I didn't steal anything!

I can hear her mouthing away with the cops. Painting a story that were horrible employees, doped up and drunken, and how I'm the worst one having stole her anatomy art book. Now the millions she's asking for would close this store for good! I tell her frankly - You're a lying bitch!

This whole dream was getting ridiculous. The cops approach me and I tell my side of the story. I did bring an anatomy art book home, because I brought it to work. It's not mine, but it belongs to my dad. They want proof. FINE! I storm out to go get my anatomy art book. Then I wake up. Remembering I wasn't going to buy art supplies for dad anyways. Stupid dream.

Psychokinetic Detective
It's the 1940's, it's the second world war. And everyone has a thick New York accent. Me and my partner are detectives. But because of our unique background, we are not well liked. Thanks to my teacher, I'm gifted with psychokinetic powers - all for the name of peace of course. My partner is actually my pupil, as well as a good friend. (reoccurring dream character)

You can find my mysterious teacher in our equally strange apartment. Everything in our apartment is shimmering, and sparkling, a cross between pearls and slug slime. Bright colors. And glowing bubbles are coming from the bathtub. where of all places, is where I meet my teacher. He's this glowing presence standing in the center of my bubbling bathtub. I only see him once in the dream before heading out on my adventure.

There's a nasty war going on. Enemy tanks parade the streets. And our idiot government thinks blasting them away with aerial bombs is the best defense. As if the aerial bombs don't destroy our city! A timed series of blasts, earth shaking, the sky lighting up. Some where another part of the city has been blown up.

I'm flying in a helicopter with my partner and other city cops. Normies, I call them. We're surveying the area.

"Look!"

In a ghetto part of town, enemy tanks were lining up. I could hear the cops calling in the find, so the soldier boys can drop their damn bombs. I had to do something!! I hold out my palm, and using my powers I move the tanks! The tanks roll over, upside down, rendered useless. I moved some of them too quickly, and you can hear the sound of steel crashing. I hoped I didn't injure the men inside, even if they were our enemies.

When we land, some of the cops and soldier boys seemed annoyed with what I did. My gift makes them uncomfortable. As we survey on foot, we run into more enemy tanks. And again, before the boys can call in the find, I move the tanks and render them useless. It's not always easy for me, so I'm glad the tanks move slow. The normies are sneering and sizing me up!

I ask my partner "Did I do the right thing?"

He smiles warmly and says "Yes. 'Teach would be proud."

That's right. I had to keep reminding myself who my teacher was. A pacifist, a buddha, my teacher wouldn't want me to use my gift any other way. I had to be careful when moving the tanks not to use too much force.

Were done patrolling! All the enemy tanks have been destroyed, or rendered useless thanks to me. The government declares the war over! Victory! And the once empty streets are starting to fill with people. But as we walk back to the station we pass by one very tiny overlooked street.

We ran into one last enemy tank. No big deal, just one tank, and it's a tiny tank too. We'll get rid of it while the city celebrates. But before I could even hold out my palm, the tank races towards us. It was coming so fast - we had to run or be run over! I had no idea a tank could move this fast! Is this the enemy's new secret weapon?

The cops pull out their guns but they're useless. My partner runs too slow and the tank attacks him. He's down! Damn, I have to do something. I stand in the middle of the street and hold my palm. I know by the time I can focus on moving the tank, the tank will fire. The tank flips overs!! It's energy beam hits me! But it feels like sticky taffy? What is this? My partner gets up and wipes himself clean.

We recollect ourselves and run around the corner. Checking every street, waiting anxiously for the next dangerously fast tank. Nothing.

The General comes, I quickly warn him the city is in danger. He drives me to the hospital himself. I assumed it was to make sure this sticky goo didn't infect me with something freaky. But when I get there I realize, this is a nut house! The nurses and clerks look at me with distaste. The cops who escorted me look pleased. They've probably have been waiting for the day for a freak like me to be locked up.

"What's going on!" I demand as the cops sign me in.

The General comes in and explains"I'm sorry. But I had to do this. I talked to my boys and they said there was no tank! There is no enemy secret weapon."

They look at me with those eyes. The eyes you use to size up a crazy man. "No! You're men are lying! They've been waiting to lock me up!"

They drag my partner in with handcuffs, he looks defeated. I yell "Ask him! Did you see the tank?"

He looks up with sad eyes "Yes, I did!" And they take him away to a cell.

I slam my hand on the table. "Dammit General!! There were four people out there. Now me and my partner say we saw a tank. Your boys say they didn't. That's two and two. That's a 50 and 50 chance the tank is and isn't real. You have no choice but to investigate yourself! That tank fired something strange. It would have left a residue. Look for it!"

The General storms out of the room with the rest of the cops. The clerks tinker away with their paper work. I'm sure they're trying to find me a room. Well, hopefully the General will do the right thing, and realize the city is in danger. Tap-tap-tap.

I can see the General's head peaking from the back door. I sneak back there and he opens the back door for me. "I know you're not crazy. But the city is in denial. We'll have to work in secret."

He leads me away. Where once were long streets of the city, are now long corridors and hallways. We've set up in the corner of the hallway. Waiting anxiously for the next dangerous tank. I've left my partner behind, he could use a break. The General and some ladies go through piles of paper work. Looking for clues of an enemy experiment. When they find something unsettling.

It's a newspaper clipping years ago, about a mad scientist trying to create psychokinetic monsters. The ladies look at me with those eyes. I shake my head "That's propaganda!"

Something catches my attention. My spider senses are going off! I look down the hallway. "General, something is coming." It's outside. Coming closer and closer. My heart is beginning to race. "What is it?" I look passed the hallway, passed the exit door. It's a mob!

"A mob of angry people are coming for this building. They have no weapons, only their bear fists and grinding teeth." I can see them on top the hillside coming closer and closer. The General stands up. "Who are they? Can you read their minds? Are they our citizens? Are they the enemy?"

The General wants to know whether he can open fire on them or not. But I can't allow him to fire either way. "I don't know. Theres too many minds. All I sense is their anger and hatred! They're coming!"

The exit door bursts open! I jump in front of the angry mob, leading them safely away from the General and the others. I let the mob chase me after hallway and hallway. There's so many of them! I use my powers to knock one man off his feet, trying to slow the mob down. But they trample him to death! Crap! My teacher isn't going to like that.

I fly! I fly faster and take a sharp turn. Losing the mob. I hide in a room. What should I do? I look outside the window. I know what to do, I have to lead them back outside. The mob has dispersed. Attacking anyone they run into. I fly into a clerks office. She is a black woman with curly hair (reoccurring dream character). She doesn't like me very much.

"I know I know. This is my mess. I need you to do something. Tell the angry mob that I'm waiting for them outside."

"And you think they'll just go?"

"Of course, they're here for me. Go and tell them!"

She tells her assistant to carry out the task instead. The assistant does as told.

I fly outside. I need high ground. So I fly to higher roof. And a higher roof. I call to my partner to help me. He flies to me and stands by my side. The first angry mobster comes stumbling out of the building. He flies up to where I am. I had no idea normies could fly! He snarls and hisses like a beast! I focus energy into my hands, when I do, my partner disappears (reoccurring theme).

He attacks me! I grab his face with my hands, and draw out the evil energy possessing him! "Be free!!" Lol..exorcism. The man is free from the evil within him. He goes limp, and falls to the floor. Two angry mobsters come out. And I have to act even quicker. But the next group was about ten angry mobsters. Crap. Too many. I can't handle them all!

I fly away and I fly even higher. But they keep up with me. Screaming, taunting me. Without realizing I had flown all the way back to my glowing iridescent apartment. That's it!! I can't handle them, but if there is one person who can heal this angry mob it's my teacher.

The glowing magical bubbles surround me. The angry mob gets closer and closer, hissing, snarling, cursing. I start to sing a lullaby to lure them in. . . . . "Oh holy room of wonders!"

Then I wake up

"Am I a butterfly dreaming I'm a man... Or a bowling ball dreaming I'm a plate of sashimi? Never assume that what you see and feel is real!"
~ Doreen, from Chrono Trigger

Alas, I did assume that everything I saw was real. Breathtaking foolishness, I suppose, considering that if anyone told me that this happened to them in real life, I'd call them an idiot and walk away.
I was sitting in my car near an old bridge when I looked out the window to see an orangutan looking at me. It was no more than 6 or 7 inches tall, but the coolest part was that it had wings and was flying! I was amazed. After all, flying orangutans don't live in North America. It must have escaped from a zoo or something. Anyway, there it was, just staring at me through the window. I smiled at it, and then it flew over to the bridge. Oftentimes, this bridge has many cars on it. Not in the dream, though! As it was crossing the bridge, I guess it lost its strength and fell into an old brown fisherman's boot. A man and a few other people walked over to try and help it. They took the flying orangutan out of the boot, brushed it off, and held it over the water under the bridge. In real life, there is a deep, moderately fast moving, somewhat polluted river underneath the bridge. The orangutan then jumped out of the man's hand was was flying slowly up the river until its wings gave out again and it fell in. I think it drowned. Then I woke up. That was weird, I thought.

I saw this thing thought it was perfectly normal, just uncommon. Remember that if you ever comment on my sanity.

05.11.2009

"I am Iron Man" (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remembered that this dream existed at all when I was typing up the previous one. It's strange to think that we probably have lots of great dreams that disappear into the void when we don't remember them. Seems like a real waste. Anyway, just glad I saved this one!

I was being held prisoner in a bunker-turned-prison, much like in the Ironman movie- except better lit. At the start of the dream, I had already built the suit and was commencing my escape. I busted down the thick steel door and about ten guards came running at me. However, in the dust that was kicked up by the door being broken, I was somehow able to sneak to the other side of them without being noticed. Once the dust settled and they saw me (with horror, I might add), I proceeded to "dish it out" on my captors, using a combination of super-powered kicks and flying beatdowns with my forearm plates. They never stood a chance, and soon I was free.




I found myself in the main hall of what appeared to be a cathedral. I had emerged from one of the secluded doors at the back corner. The celing was very high, there might have been a dome on top. It was then that I noticed Hitler standing looking up at some artwork. I immediately knew that he was the one who was keeping me prisoner, and I resolved to piss him off before my rocket-powered blast-off to freedom. I tried to get his attention. I started off with "Yo dickhead!" But he didn't even acknowledge the noise of my voice. I decided to try a different tact. "Mein Führer!" I shouted. Hitler of course, couldn't resist, and turned right round ready to do the nazi salute. I was ready for him, and sent a marble bust his way which hit him clean in the stomach. Then I turned around and took off straight through the front pillars.

I then woke up at home. It felt like some time had passed since I escaped from Hitler. I was awoken by someone bringing me a delivery of a huge box. I ripped it open and to my surprise, there were the parts for an upgraded version of my suit inside. As I opened all the individual packets, it struck me how much this looked like a futuristic toy. The designs on the box and instructions seemed very professional and, well, market-friendly. When I put it together and got inside, I looked a lot more like Optimus Prime than Iron Man, even the colours.





I definately preferred this suit over my last one. (I never found out what happened to it) It had the ability to transform into some sort of supercar, with me in the driving seat. I tested it out in the street outside my house and found that it could hover and fly extremely fast. One time, when it was in "car mode", I pressed a button on the dashboard which was surrounded by purple neon lights. The roof closed on me and the car shot forward. I couldn't see where it was going, and it made a sound like a spaceship.

I passed out, but when I woke up, I was five hundred(ish) years in the future. It was night time, and I walked into the first building I saw. Luckily, it was full of people waiting to explain everything to me. Small blank of missing time here... I had fallen asleep in a hammock in an upstairs room of this building. The room was windowed on all sides, and was full of people. There was the atmosphere of a party having finished earlier in the night. People were standing around talking and sipping drinks, and there was a purpleish glow which was the only source of light. I got up and walked to the window. It overlooked, about half a mile below, an enormous highway 30 lanes wide, full of traffic. I was surprised that the roads were so full this early in the morning, but I remembered that I knew nothing about the future and this could be normal. There were some cars and lorries that I could clearly see were fuelled by petrol (not sure how I inferred this, maybe because they looked just like their modern-day counterparts)- but some others which were like skeletal frames of vehicles. These seemed to have no fuel tank on board, and I could only imagine that they worked by somehow absorbing power from elsewhere using the white umbrella-shaped dome on their roofs. I said to a guy next to me, "I see you haven't completely abandoned petrol then?" He smiled and nodded. I asked him how the white-umbrella vehicles were powered, but he was quite secretive. Through listening to the comments of people around the room, I deduced that they were somehow harnessing radiation which hit the earth naturally (day or night- not solar) from space and using it as power.





This is the closest vehicle in appearace that I could find to the radiation-powered vehicles from the future. Just imagine a great big white umbrella on top.

I begged the other people at the party to tell me exactly what this new power source was, but they wouldn't, because I was from the past. I said, "It's not like I'm going to go back and patent the idea, then get filthy rich, I have no interest in that!" (In actual fact, that's exactly what I intended to do lol) They still refused and I was forced to admit defeat and head back outside.When I got back to my car, I saw someone trying to steal it. I had set up a password and biometric ID scans so nobody could use it but me, but I saw that she had already changed the password. She ran for it, but I caught up to her and she told me the password without much interrogation.

I made it back to my time with no real bother and spent a long time flying up hills really fast and taking off, transforming in mid air and landing in the upright position.

29.10.2009

Simply Lucid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

By carefully re-relaxing and focusing on becoming lucid again, I would up back in my messy four-houses from the previous dream. I knew I probably didn't have much time before I woke up again, so I tried to prolong it my not letting myself get agitated enough to wake up. I slowly walked around the house until I got to the living room. There was a big, old-fasioned, wood-pannelled TV in the corner playing a music channel. Robbie Williams was doing a cover of Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi". I thought it was rather good so I made a mental note to download it when I woke up- if it existed! (It doesn't ) I turned off the TV when another song came on so it wouldn't make me forget Paparazzi. I went into the kitchen to find more of my old possessions strewn across the floor, and found an old journal from 2005. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I lifted it and put it in my pocket, lest anyone read it.

Here I was woken up by noise downstairs. I snapped straight from the dream to sleep paralysis.

29.10.2009

Flying Practice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I managed, for the first time, to chain the next three lucid dreams together in one morning. I must be getting somewhere with all this!

I was playing a game of Halo 3, on a map called Last Resort, one of my favourites. It was just a mess-around game, and I wanted to tweak the settings to reduce the effect of gravity so I could fly. Having done this, I realised, "I can't fly..." even though I was in the role of a video game character. I became lucid there. I decided I'd had enough playing Halo 3, and I was suddenly in my own house. What I realised after waking up was that the house I was in was a clever amalgamation of the three houses I've lived in during my life, plus my dad's current house. However it all seemed normal at the time. I was wearing pyjamas. There was mess everywhere, like a party had been had. There were a lot of my possessions that I hadn't seen in years lying around the floor. I tried to fly around the house. I jumped up in the air, higher than I normally wound have been able to, and on the descent, I hovered about a foot above the floor. I then kept this up and floated around the house. I said to my brothers, "Hey, look at this!" They seemed impressed.

I went outside with the intention of flying much higher. I was slightly worried about this because any time I've ever tried to fly unaided in a dream in my life, I've got to a certain height, shat myself (not literally) and plummeted. I told myself though, that it was only a dream and I couldn't actually injure myself. (Turns out this doesn't make heights any less scary!) Some people in the street looked at me strangely for wearing pyjamas, but I didn't care. I flew up to the height of a street light, but had real difficulty going any higher, or staying at that height. I grabbed onto the top of a pillar made of bricks and dangled off it quite comfortably. Then a grey car pulled up outside and out stepped some of my friends' parents, come to pay a visit. I guided them inside, floating of course, and told them to ignore the mess. In the living room I found my old friend Lucie lying on the setee. "'The fuck are you doing here?" I asked her. She didn't reply and I found myself losing the dream.