nightmare

09/27/2011
Dream One
"I'll Take My Chances with the Zombies..."

Zombies were attacking. At first, I was in an unfamiliar home, with some chick. I know that we were friends, at least, but I don't know if there was anything else going on between us. Without warning, zombies began breaking into the house, and I grabbed the girl by the hand and tried to help her escape, while she was busy losing her mind about the situation. It took us some time to find an exit that wasn't overrun with the undead, and we eventually made our way to the garage. Immediately, I started thumbing around for any tools I could use as weapons. I don't remember what I actually grabbed (if anything), but we were soon trying to force our way out of the garage and passed the growing mass of zombies that were coming up the driveway. During the scuffle, one of the zombies had gotten a hold of my arm, raking its fingernails across my flesh and tearing open the smallest of gashes. It was just a tiny scrape, and I didn't really think anything of it.

We continued fighting our way through the streets, and it seemed like the zombies were constantly multiplying, the longer we stayed alive. Dozens turned into hundreds. Hundreds seemed to turn into thousands. By now, my wound had visibly worsened, and I could feel an intense throbbing, slowly creeping its way up my arm. I knew that I had been infected, but I wasn't about to just rollover and let myself succumb. The longer we ran, the more that this girl seemed to be going crazy. She kept clinging to me, begging me not to leave her - even though I made no implication that I was doing so. Then, she started actually coming onto me. She began talking about how we were like the last 2 humans left, and she wanted me to be with her forever, and be her 'one and only.' (She continuously used that exact phrase.) At first, it was just annoying, but then it really began to freak me out. After a while, she could see that I was becoming more stand-off-ish, and she was becoming even more clingy. The clingier and crazier she got, the more I just wanted to get the hell away from her. Soon, it was like she became just as much a threat to me as the zombies, and I began running and hiding from her as well, while she tenaciously tried to hunt me down, attempting to make me want her.

The last few moments of the dream that I remember, were when I was coming to a T-junction of two city streets. In front of me, there was a horde of zombies walking in my direction. Turning to the left, I could see another large group of them, coming up the perpendicular street. Then, looking back the way I had come, the street was filled with the zombies that I had been chasing me for the last couple of blocks. I was surrounded, and I was running out of concrete, between myself and the approaching hordes. Practically out of options, and feeling the onset of panic, it finally hit me. I was dreaming! Immediately, relieved, I launched myself into the air and flew up to the top of one of the tall buildings nearby. Just when I looked back down to the zombie-filled streets below, I woke up.


Dream Two
"Tonight, We Dine in Hell"

The only thing I remember was that I was in a truck accident, though I don't believe I was driving. Another guy and I actually had to lift this damaged truck up off of a female figure, whom we had struck and was stuck in the undercarriage. I had some vague awareness of the previous (dream) situation with the zombies, and I was convinced that we had simply hit a zombie, but the other guy obviously wasn't, so I helped him raise the tail end of the vehicle, which was surprisingly lightweight. I was surprised to see a young (human) woman, tangled up in the bottom of the truck; slightly battered and bruised, but actually not looking half bad, for having just been run over by a pick-up.

After removing the woman from the undercarriage, we began to walk with her down the dark, deserted stretch of road. After some time, this enormous RV pulled up behind us, apparently offering us a ride. A wholesome-looking family beckoned us inside, and we happily accepted. However, the moment we got on board this mammoth vehicle, we were greeted with the business end of a double-barreled shotgun. An old, conservative looking man was behind the trigger, and his face was stern, yet calm. There was a young boy standing beside him, and they - and a couple more members of the family, looked us over for a moment. Then, the man suddenly said something like "looks like you joined us just in time. We were just about to eat dinner..." he then motioned to the little boy, never taking the gun off of us. He said that the little boy was their hostage, that they were about to eat him, and that we were either going to partake in the meal, or he was going to kill us all, right then and there.

The last thing I remember is doing my best to stall him with some nervous banter, while frantically trying to get enough awareness of my surroundings to devise a way to get us the hell out of there.

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

I was in a dark room where people where being brainwashed into doing bad things. Me and my friend managed to escape and he dissapeared from the dream for a while.

I was captured and was then taken back to the room, to be brainwashed. I resisted for as long as I could but in the end it got me. Basically there's a light that shines down from somewhere and a woman's voice says stuff. I left and bumped into someone, then I became semi-lucid, I started to fly around like Movie Ironman as thats the only way I can fly.

Then I was chased by that man all around my area to the park.

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


I recommend this song for everybody reading.

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


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

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

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

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

WEIGH ANCHOR!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone sat down and clapped for each other.

I woke up.

That was brilliant.

My partner and I were watching some movie (which must have been a Ring movie). There was a kid. Suddenly his eyes turned shrunken and dead and then Samara appeared behind him.

My dreams have been the most vivid lately. I don't think I've been doing anything different except choline caps every now and then. I only take a couple every few days, but my dreams have been so strange.

I've been having a few alien dreams lately, not UFO's, but aliens. I've had at least 5 in the last month and it's always me encountering an alien of some sort. Some are hostile and others are subtle in their intentions. I've noticed that I become more hostile when I encounter them and also I become more animal like. For instance, I start hissing like a cat giving a warning. I feel different when this happens, like I'm semi-lucid.

My dream from this morning: I was in a house I used to live in before I graduated and my ex was there. I was hanging out with him and confessed to my fiance that I'd been talking to him a lot. He didn't mind because he admitted that he was talking to his ex, too. (god knows.) - This made me wake up really missing my ex, whom I run into often between classes at the college. I didn't see him today, which is probably best. I miss him but I don't know where that feeling is coming from.

Anyway, I was hanging out with my ex and he and I were talking about school and then I got this feeling that something was happening. I peeked outside my (former) bedroom door and even though there was nothing visible, I could almost see a spiritual prescence. I got paranoid and later I found myself in a mall. I can't remember what I was being attacked by (mall ppl, thx Bill) but I got caught up in a mob of either zombies or alien beings who were trying to kill me.

Now, I'm not religious really. I come from a southern baptist background and my dad is practically a preacher, but I don't consider myself to be of any religion.

However, in my dream, in the middle of this mob I stopped and started praying. I was saying to myself, "God is on my side." and I don't remember really thinking of a particular god, but I assume... anyway. As soon as I prayed, I lifted off the ground and began soaring to the (very high) ceiling. I think I became lucid midway and felt really happy and in control. I woke up and was late to class.

I always tell people like I've read, the best interpretations of your dreams come from you. I always keep this in mind, but I've noticed a theme in these dreams and it definitely has to do with what I think about during the day. My dad read me a scripture from the bible (whenever I talk to him about lucid dreaming, which surprisingly he finds interesting but who wouldn't?), the scripture goes: " And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams." What this really means, only God knows, but it stuck with me and the aliens and all of this I find somehow connect.

I'm not saying I think I'm having visions, but if anyone has any thoughts on what I've said about ANYTHING. That'd be wonderful. Sorry for the bad grammar. Sometimes my thoughts get ahead of my fingers.

I sleep at like half 5 am and i had normal dreams,, but then i started being in my room and nothing was happening .. but i started listening to a voice like little girl and she wanted to go out of my house and walk all the time... i went with her but i was in dream and i knew i was dreamin i was in lucid.. and that girl or baby was like eyes?

it wasnt a body
it was builded with one or 2 eyes lol.
so weird thats i was asking her can i ask u something?
then she gets more weird and i am more like scared or idk what to do to wake up lol..

then somehow i woke up but for real .. i didnt i still woke up back to my room and playing pc or something i knew i was in LD and that girl or whatever was playing withmy but all the time same meldody or song or questions i dont know i was just fckd up and i didnt know what to do was running on my room on my house like krazy xD .. then she again.. we jump from the window and we went near the river and i asked her Can i ask u something?
she said yes.
why are you so .. [started getting very weird face xD]
and i said something but i forgot what it was...


then i rly wanted to wake upp and i jumped and woke up in yreal.. i mean fuck this..

why when im allways sick i get ngihtmares? thats weird and i am sure it happens to everyone..

Was in a giant building with jazz clubs inside. The walls were covered in red fabric drapes hanging on rod iron polls. Much of the becoming of this dream has been forgotten. I do remember that I was somewhat being fallowed by someone. I kept going from jazz club to jazz club, listening to music, switching seats, and looking back over my shoulder constantly to check to see if someone was getting closer. Finally I reach a coat closet and I hide I am aware that the stalker is getting closer. The light throughout this much of the dream had been very dim but I could still see out of the crack of the doorway. I stood there watching as women dressed like flappers walked by. The man fallowing me stood there for a bit but then he too walked passed me. When I felt the coast was clear I left the bathroom. I was stunned to see the man waiting for me in a large hallway. Someone shouted for me to run. I did here but it seemed very slow motion. I think a bullet flew past me. I open a door of a kindergarten classroom and lock the door behind me. I tell the children to hide in a lockdown style. I wait for a minute and then I realize that the man is suddenly chopping the door down with an axe. I SUDDENLY REALIZE THAT I AM DREAMING but I am not sure how to stop the man. I start telling myself loudly that this all a dream and I can make him stop but he wasn't stopping. I think I got extremely anxious here because everything goes black here. I am in a new dream now. I can remember the one from the before but I am not lucid yet. I was going back to highschool and apparently allen was gonna go with me. I walked into class and saw Blaise and robin. I sat b Blaise and talked for a long while. Then the teacher passed out yearbooks to all of us. I realize that allen had left the classroom several minutes ago and that I didn't feel like signing year books, so I would leave and try to find him. I walk out and find him immediately waiting for me. We decide to get inhis car. We realize that a car is fallowing us. I make allen turn right 4 times and the man fallowing us does the same. We suddenly are nolonger in my a car but now running from the man. I recognize the man as being the one from the previous dream. I then suddenly realize its a dream and that I can just fly away. I didn't need to hop 3 times to catch air this time. I basically busted into the air like a fighter jet. This was by far the fastest I've flowen in a dream. I headed to the top of a massive hill with trees. I was doing loops and moving from side to side with perfect control. I did this for what felt like a long time before I landed at the top. Allen had been slowly trailing me and asked me how I could do that so well in my dreams. I explained that some people are better at some things then others. Other lucid flyers were making their way to the top of this hill in the clearing. I stood there taking in the view before I woke up.

The Night of Awareness.
I'm pretty proud! Last night I was very aware in my dreams, and some of them were very vivid. 1 time I was close to become lucid, 1 time I'm not sure about, and 1 time I became lucid! I'm going to tell you about them all 3!
Thanks for reading!

Lucid
Non-Lucid
Thoughts

The Party:

This is the first dream. I'm not sure if it was a non-lucid or a lucid, and I can only remember the end of the dream. I really have no idea, but I'm just going to mark it with blue anyway.

I was talking with some people. It was in a big room, and there wasn't so much light. Somewhere I remember it as a party, but everything was just grey and black. They were drinking something, maybe a beer. I don't drink, and I walked away from them. I often talk to myself, and I said to myself: "The alarm is probably going to wake me up soon, if not it's weird" And then the alarm began to ring, and I woke up. Scary.

Tennis Awareness:

This is the dream, where I almost became lucid. If I haven't woke up, I'm pretty sure that I would had became lucid.

I was standing in a room. Some DCs was playing tennis. The room was warm, and people were sweating. The floor was yellow, like the floor in the P.E room, and there was theese weird football things, and lines on the floor in different colours. One of the DCs, who I've never seen before, came over to me. She had her blonde hair in a horsetail, and was sweating. Suddently, the music turned off, and there wasn't one person who said anything, there was completely silence. She said to me: "Look at the colours. Look at the floor. Look at all the details. This could be a dream. Remember to do it." and then I woke up.

The Sunny Tree:

This is the lucid one. I was lucid in a very short moment, but when I get lucid more often, I have to train to be there for longer time.
This was a kind of a nightmare, because I cried and wasn't so happy, and I think the dream is too personally. So I'm just going to post the end of the dream, the lucid-part. Okay..

...I walked out of the door, and out in the awesome weather. The sun shined on my skin, and I could feel the cold wind. I remembered Puffins SAT technique, and began to look around on the details. The tree was really green, and it was very beautiful. It almost danced in the wind. It was amazing. Suddently, it hitted me, that I didn't knew this place. And how did I get here?
"This could be a dream!" I said to myself. I tried to remember how I get there, but I couldn't. Yes, it was a dream. I was just about to do a RC, just to confirm that it really was....when I woke up.

Saturday, October 1st 2011.
First off let me say this is one of the most fucked up dreams I have ever had. The absolute logic of the dream is probably what scared me the most, the fact that even awake I cannot find an explanation is terrifying to me. Ok, now to the dream.

This dream started with me waking up in a house that I knew was my house but had never seen before. I stretched out and yawned, then instinctively went to the bathroom to piss. I remember thinking to myself that it was odd that I knew where the bathroom was when I had never been to the house before. I kind of had this weird time skip thing where I opened the bathroom door and stepped outside into the dark yard of the house. There were wrecked cars and I realized that it was a trailer park.

There were people standing around a bonfire drinking beer and hard alcohol in red cups. There was music playing and I heard it playing but I did not know what it was. Suddenly I heard a cough and jumped a little as I noticed the guy standing right next to me. "It's kind of weird how that works out isn't it?" He said, the guy was my good friend Keith "Yea" I responded continuing the conversation that I could tell had been going on between us for several minutes, I had been talking though unaware of it. I remembered that we were talking about people with mental retardation and mental disabilities. I looked up at the sky and was pleasantly surprised by the number of stars. I turned back to Keith who was gone and instead I was now talking to my friend Tyler. "Yea Jake has Ike, and Keith has you" He said as if he had been talking to me the whole time.

Let me explain this a little bit. Jake is one of my friends who has a brother with down syndrome, Ike. In previous dreams I have dreamed that Keith is my brother. So when Tyler said that Keith had me, He was comparing me to Ike. This was the point in the dream where I started to get scared and freaked out. Back to the dream.

I started to get a head rush and felt really dizzy. I knew that I had to sit down, I rubbed my eyes trying to ignore the buzzing in my head. When I pulled my hands away I was standing in the living room of the house. I sat on the couch behind me. A man came walking down the hall with a fat cigar in his mouth, he was my brother. I had never seen him before but I knew that he was my brother. "Wheres yours?" he said taking a long pull of his cigar. I reached into my pocket and found a pack black and mild cigars. I pulled one out and searched for a lighter that I could not find. "Here" Said another man who was sitting in a chair next to me. This man I also knew was my brother, he held out a lighter for me to light up.

Something seemed incredibly familiar about this moment and I suddenly asked out of nowhere "Has this happened before?". My two brothers exchanged looks. The older of the two, and the one standing, responded "Yea, you keep breaking through and relapsing". At that moment A flood of thoughts overwhelmed my brain and I remembered that this same exact situation had happened before. Another thought that stood out was this knowledge that I had a mental disability that caused me to forget almost everything. I picked up a mini corn dog off a plate on the table and dipped it in some mustard before taking a bite.

A door opened and a woman came in. I had this spike of emotion when I saw her, it was my mother (not my real mother, I'd never seen this woman before). She started to tear up as she walked towards me. This was too much for me to handle and I shouted "Stop! I cant handle this! Give me a second!". She stopped and I saw her lips quivering as she bit them to prevent herself from crying. Everything seemed to freeze except for me at this point. I took some pulls off my cigar and just tried to digest everything that was happening.

I said something that I didn't understand and suddenly my mom came over, hugged me, and cried into my shoulder. "Dont overwhelm him or he'll forget again" My younger brother said "We need to take it slow or it'll be a relapse just like last time." Then I was alone sitting on the edge of my bed in my boxers twiddling my thumbs and staring off into space. I was thinking, about what I have no idea but it was an extremely intense moment even though nothing was happening. If I sleep I'll forget I thought to myself. Suddenly I was fighting with my eyelids trying to stay awake. After a moment I could not resist and I fell back and went to sleep.

Then I woke up.
Why does this dream frighten me so much?
Because it could be true. I could have a mental disability that causes me to forget everything. I could live in that trailer park, in that trailer with 2 brothers and my mom. Everything seemed so real and familiar it was terrifying.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in my family's house [it doesn't look anything like any of our real houses]. P. has a terrible secret that she can't stand to tell our parents, so she's making me tell them for her. She actually cries when she tries to talk about it, because she feels so bad about it. Information about the secret is hidden on the computer in a file called “Sisters.nxt,” which is the type of file that contains programming instructions for the toy robots we use at my teaching job.

Our parents come in, and I gather my courage and tell Mom the terrible secret. Everyone is upset, including me.

When I woke up, I was quite stunned that it had just been a dream. It had been incredibly vivid and realistic. I actually made mental notes to call my sister and ask her if she was okay, and to to check my real computer later for a file named “Sisters.nxt.” [There was none, of course.]

I'm in my car [my new-to-me one], on my driveway. It rolls backward down the driveway, even though the parking brake is set. [Anxiety. I am afraid of this happening.] As I turn around to look behind me, I see JM backing a big truck up to our driveway. I smile and wave at him.

I'm back in the same house from earlier, with my parents. My mom's hair has suddenly turned gray, and is short and fluffy. It has two parts that come to a point on the top of her head, which she is feeling with her fingertips to find out how they go. My dad's hair is also turning gray. I realize that I'm back in the unfamiliar house that appeared in my previous dream, and therefore, that I'm dreaming.

I turn away from my parents and walk around the house, observing. The rooms are spacious and empty in the middle. Thoughts about how all this is a dream and not real just won't leave me alone, even though I try to ignore them, for fear that thinking about it too much will cause the dream to fade and me to wake up. I remember that I should try to stabilize and ground myself in the dream by engaging more of my senses, so I go looking for something to eat.

One of the rooms of the house is a kitchen. I open the refrigerator and get out one of those little plastic, single-serving cups of applesauce. I open it up and eat it directly out of the cup, by sticking my tongue into it. It tastes just like applesauce, but the flavor isn't as strong as it would be in reality. I also find that my lips are all tingly and semi-numb, as if I'd had a Novacaine shot that was wearing off. I think, That's happening because these sensations of eating aren't real.

[Dreamskip.] I'm outside, and I remember that I wanted to fly in this dream. I try to take off twice, and both times, I succeed only in jumping about six or eight feet and then falling back down to the ground. The first time, I end up on my butt. After the second time, I think, Wait, don't I usually do this just by thinking about flying? So I do, and it works. I fly around the beautiful scenery of a bunch of ocean harbors and inlets with towns on them. At one point, I fly through some power lines [?] intangibly. [I don't feel any sensation associated with it, though.] As I fly, I go, “Wheeee!”

I'm outside a big church building at night, still flying around.

I'm inside a shop full of shoes and other fashion items. It is owned by Yusuf, who is minding it. I fly through the shop and out the front entrance, into a street.

I'm now outside that same big church building during daylight. I say to myself, “It's daytime now because my real body says so.” I say this because I know it must be light outside by now, and I'm sure my body clock knows that. I decide to just walk across the grass to get to the entrance of the church, but then I use a small burst of my flight powers to get up all six steps in one leap.

There is some big event going on on an outdoor lawn, with tents or shade covers set up. [I don't really remember this part very well.]

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Side notes:

Last night was the one-year anniversary of the night I had my first substantial lucid dream. That fact made me really motivated to have another cool lucid dream, and I succeeded in having one. I was really pleased and proud of myself that I had. I wasn't quite as euphoric about it as I was that first night, but I was pretty happy. I'm really happy with what I've experienced in my dream life this year, but, of course, there's much more I want to do and learn. Here's to many more years of lucid dreams!

Ok, I'm starting this journal to keep track of my dreams. (what a surprise!)
Lately I've been having trouble determining if I am awake or in a dream. So in hopes of being able to better decipher what is real and what is not I'm starting this log.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had one of the most memorable lucid dreams ever this morning. It wasn't filled with amazing stuff, very long or anything at all really. But how fast it turned from happy to scary was so cool! I almost laughed out loud when I woke up after breathing out and wiping some sweat away. No tasks done though.

23.10: Sleep

05.10: WBTB 30 minutes

07.10: Where's that damn sauna? MILD
I'm standing in a hallway with a bunch of other people. I'm back in school it seems and we've just had gymnastics. The teacher tells us something about this being the last day of the girls and boys sharing showers. I enter the showers and go to my locker. It starts raining inside, like the sprinklers in the room have been turned on. I grab the locker handle and pull, a bit too hard. The entire door comes off, a girl looks at me. "Ops" I say.

I spot a girl or two taking a shower and I can feel myself getting aroused. 'Fuck, not here!' I calm myself down and take a shower myself. It's completely silent in the showers, all you can hear is the showers themselves. I go to my locker again and grab a towel. I spot someone from my old class. We're in the boy's showers and I remember this place being noisy as hell. "Have these showers ever been this quiet?" I ask out loud. Everyone starts laughing out loud. The tension seems to be relieved.

I head into a room full of toilets and rinse my face in a sink. I can feel heat coming from up above and look up. 'That's definitely a sauna' I think as I hold my hand against a glass wall. It's pretty hot. My friend G shows up. "Hey man" I say. "Hey" he replies. "What are you up to?" I ask. "Not much, just getting thirty thousand from Kate Winslet, gotta go!" I'm left there dumbfounded. 'What?!'

I head after him, tying my towel that keeps falling down. We exit the showers, apparently we're not in school anymore, but on some amazing vacation resort. It's dark out and there are palm trees and green grass everywhere. I head to the right after G and he enters the first glass door on the right. The entire wall is made of glass. I enter after him and he gets into a big pool with some hot women in it. G's family is there and they seem to be having a good time. 'That fucker! Thirty thousand for doing Kate Winslet.'

I leave pretty frustrated and jealous as hell. 'Oh well, I'll just head for the sauna instead.' I have no idea where it is though. I start walking down the stoney path and try to find it by using the wooden signs. They don't make any sense. I just run around the resort for a while with no success. Going up a flight of stairs, a foreign woman in her late fourties stops me. "I want to take your picture" she tells me, obviously she has the hots for me.

'Why not?' I do the devil sign for fun quickly but put my hand down again. "No, do that sign" she tells me and I do it again. She snaps a few photos of me and I run off again. I walk out on the grass, it feels like it's plastic. I try to get up a slope but it's too slippery and I just slide down.

Suddenly I become lucid. I walk a bit and think about what I should do. But the dream starts to fade before I have any chance.

Before this dream, you need to know that Monica was giving her mom a ride, and she wouldn't be home for around two hours.

07.10: Monica? DEILD
I'm waking up from my previous dream when I decide to give DEILD a go. I quickly enter SP as I can feel my arms twitching like I'm having a seizure. My hands squirm around and I'm sure if someone saw me in bed, they'd see me flailing around. I try to relax as much as possible. I can hear heavy gusts of wind blow in my ear. 'Perfect, getting closer.'

I hear the door open and close. 'Oh crap no! Monica's home already, I hope she does what I told her and don't disturb me.' I lie still and try different ways of making this SP into a dream already. I try visualizing but it doesn't work. Apparently Monica's going to cook something and she rattles with the silverware. It sounds like they're just next to my ear. I lie still and just wait.

"Hey babe!" she says and sits down on my stomach. I moan and hope it'll pass through to my real body. By this time I figure I can still hear what's going on in real life. "What was that?" she asks me and starts to crunch down on some salad. I can see a tiny bit of her through a slit in my eye. Once again I figure I'm still in SP but can sense the real world. "Let me sleep" I mumble.

'Phew, didn't wake up.' "What? You don't want me to do this?" she asks me and starts rocking the bed. I can feel my body starting to slide down towards the floor. "Weee!" she says and I land on the floor with a "thump." I still haven't woken up and I figure it's time to break loose.

I force open my eyes and I'm in the dream! In my room, exactly where I thought I was. I get up and grab a pair of pants from the sofa and a shirt from the table and put them on. 'Time for some exploring.' I head towards the door but when I reach it, I hesitate. I remember reading that some people have reported seeing their own bodies sleeping in bed, I've never seen that. I head back into the living room. Monica stands up with her salad. I look behind her on the floor and can see my body lying halfway under the bed. It's covered in papers and some salad. 'Awesome!'

"Hey, where are you going?" Monica asks me. "I'm going out exploring" I tell her, my voice is strained and a bit louder than a whisper. "But you have to look at these papers first" she says and tells me to sit down. "Wait, can you still hear me?" I ask her. "Uhm, yeah?" 'Hmm, she can probably still hear my real body mumbling the words I speak in the dream' "That's weird" I say and sit down. I take a look at the papers, it's full of hieroglyphs.

"Okay so this is not a dream?" I ask. "Nope, not a dream" she says. "Here, I'll prove it to you." I say and grab a paper. "Write me ten symbols and I'll guess which one you point at." She thinks I'm stupid and asks me how I could do that. "When I wake up silly, I'll tell you which one you pointed at." At this point a little dream logic enters the dream. By reading about Out of Body Experiences, you can pick a card from a deck and then name that card when you wake up, and it'll be the same card.

"But you're already awake!" she tells me, clearly annoyed. "Oh yeah? Then explain to me who that is?" I ask and point at my body lying on the floor. I can see that the question really disturbed her, like a computer that can't come up with an answer. I can practicly see the "Error" signs in her eyes. She turns her head halfway with a sly smile.

A wind from nowhere makes all the papers she's holding fly around in the room and obscures my vision of her for a second. She holds up one remaining paper over her face when it all settles down. The last paper goes away and I realise the person I have been talking to, isn't Monica. It's a dark haired man with white skin, he looks sinister as hell.



I freak out. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" I yell and grab his throat as hard as I can. We both fall down to the floor. I wake up with a little "yelp."

10.00: Fragment
*I'm standing outside of a barn and there are ghosts inside of it. I use a mirror to look behind me. Different faces show up and I ask them what their names are. They can't speak but they mime them. One has the same name as my mother.

10.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: 1 x B-Complex, 1 cup of Mugwort Tea and 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! Amazing DEILD. Only have one cup of mugwort left, but I'm not sure it does much.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dream 1
Tom Welling as Spider-man gave his powers to some jealous guy who then got really emotional and started replicating his DNA into rain. Which fell and turned everybody in to Spider-Zombies. This dream was so scary, man, everywhere I went zombies were trying to attack me. It ended when Spider-Man killed that guy after a chase through New York.



MJ was distraught she was calling Spider-Man an "Idiot!".
The last thought I had before this dream was that Spider-Man should get a Smallville-like TV show, along with Batman Beyond.



Dream 2

The South Park team was unhappy with a Transformer toy they had. Kyle, Cartman and Stan's girlfriend had gone to a shop that looked like a house to get it repaired, meanwhile somewhere else the Transformer Seekers were unhappy with working conditions and left. ThunderCracker and Skywarp were there and met up with the kids. I start to forget from there.



Dream 3

I was Optimus Prime and I was with Wheeljack. It was pretty cool as I was in my old school's music department and I was playing Bass but the guitar was weird, it was more of a gunguitar because it had tabs and the knobs you twist on one side, the strings on the other, man it was just confusing. I played it ok but then it just went bad. Then I picked up a banjo and started playing "Party Tonight" from Regular Show. You guys should check this out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tn19WN5Lrq0

It sounded like that and then me and WheelJack had to chase Megatron I assume round floors of an apartment of flats. I suggested that we jump out the window and and climb but WheelJack said "It's not the Matrix".

When we rendezvous with other Autobots, movie Ironhide rolled out along with WheelJack who transformed into his Cybertronian mode.



Then we continued our chase.

Side Notes

At one point I had an FA. Basically I was lying in bed (probably in SP) and my mum woke me up I tried to move my mouth and say "Hello" but I couldn't till I tried so hard I woke up.

I'm at my grandparent's house. At the side of the house on the left is a perfect line of pine trees. More left past the trees is a flat pasture. This is real life. In my dream, the pasture is a neighborhood with a wooden fence instead of a barbed wire fence. There is a tall house, both my grandparent's house and their neighbor's house is above the tree line.

I go into my G'mas house and see all my family and other random people I've forgotten that I've known in the house. I climb up some stairs leading to the roof. They are old and have webs all over them. At the top is an attic. I close my eyes and teleport to the top of the attic and I'm on a flat roof with clouds perfectly even with my feet. The clouds look like an ocean and the roof is an island. I look down the edge of the house and see a small patch of floating grass. I carefully (the house is in the clouds - long drop) make my way from the roof to the grass patch at the side of the house. Relieved I reach up to grip the edge of the roof to move without fear of falling, but the roof is already grown way past my reach. I realize that the clouds were an ocean. I am standing behind a force field of some kind holding a line of water up in front of my face. So I'm staring at this GIANT wall of water and I get scared. I hear voices on the roof like 30' above my head. They drop a full sized cloth reclining chair down into the water. I see a person is strapped down on it with electrical tape and a black rubber cord. The person is bloated and blue faced with pieces of flesh just floating off his fat body like confetti in water. The chair spins in my face, I see a baby strapped in a car seat to the back of the chair. The baby is alive and squirming to get loose of the rope, it looks at me, but I can't do anything because the men are laughing at its death and they would see me and kill me. They go away and I reach to touch the green chair holding the two.

My arm goes into the force field but the water wraps around my arm since the force field protects it from the outside. Frustrated I yank my arm back. My action causes the water to ripple and make huge tidal waves. I cringe in fear when I hear the furious voices above me saying, "Someone knows of voldemort's murder!" I jump from the grass and onto this weird hill side and slide down it (its taller than trees and came out of no where). When I get to the bottom the whole scenery changed.

Now I'm on a hill. I run down the hill to a house. I live at it for a long time, I'm having a great time with famous people I look up to, even fictional people from books. I go into a swimming pool because I see a girl I liked in it. I swim over to her and cast a magic spell to make everyone but us disappear. I don't know why the heck I dreamed this because that would NOT be my first impulse in real life. I grabbed her head and dunked her underwater and drowned her. I teleport using some nifty magic to the chair and leave her. Now that I've proved myself a killer I give the news to Voldemort so we both have blackmail on each other and none of us will kill each other (because old Voldey is a nice guy). I go back into my grandparent's house I came from.

I go into the house - but its a Matrix version of New York. I fight evil wizards, I go back to my grandmas house after Mage-beating and I am hailed as a hero. Voldemort comes in and time freezes. Everyone but us disappears and I'm in a dark version of Hagrid's house from Harry Potter. Voldemort walks to me. My phone rings. He stops. I read the text I got from my mom. She wants to know if I'm ok because she found a photo album of me in that house I teleported and lived in at the beginning in the dream. In it is me drinking and getting drunk like a wild party animal with the physicist Stephan Hawking, one of my mage training and mage ass kicking, basically a time line of my awesome time at this magic house. I throw my phone, and I battle voldemort (funny as I'm typing this my iTunes was on shuffle and played some epic movie music) Just like in the movie where Harry and voldemort fire laser spells at each other and one is stronger and slowly creeps towards the other - devouring the laser spell on its way to Voldemorts hand where harry final smashes voldemort in the last movie, I HIT HIM WITH IT IN THE SAME EPIC SHOW DOWN FASHION. At the end he yells, "NOOOOOO" and I abra'kadabra that SOB in a pickel jar for all eternity in the matrix New York city on some shelf in a store.

I teleport to home and Im mowing what the mowers WE PAYED missed of our lawn. He tells me to be carefull as I'm on a riding mower on a hill side thats as crazy as minecraft floating islands. I tell him I'll be carefull but I can't seem to get into those hard -to-reach upside down crevasses. I give up and throw the mower down the hill (which was taller than the pine trees remember?).

The. End.
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