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30.12.2009

In Da Club (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a great many lucids in an afternoon nap today. Too much of a good thing, I think- I can't remember them in very great detail.

I had a FA in bed in my old house. I was so drowsy I didn't notice where I was right away. I tried to DEILD, thinking I had woken up for real. I fancied a party, as I was looking forward to new year's eve, so I imagined myself in a nightclub. An absolutely awesome song was playing. It was completely made up by my mind, I'd never heard it before. It was of the same hip-hop/pop genre they play in a lot of clubs (specifically my ususal one). I'm not really a huge fan of that type of music, being more of a rocker myself, but to me it sounds like partyin'. The song went on for about three minutes, and even had a chorus! I danced a path around the club looking for someone I knew, but no luck. The stability started to go a bit, so I grabbed onto a metal pole to "feel my way back in".

Gradually, I was back in the bed like before, but I could still feel the pole in my hand. I was gripping it quite tightly. (yes ha ha.) I was however, still dreaming that I was awake. Since it felt like I still had the pole in my hand as I went to sit up, I reasoned that it must be a FA. I felt some pressure on my leg and looked down. There was a dude with blonde hair and glasses sitting there. No sooner had I seen him than he shot up towards me. His head turned into that of a tiger and he snarled viciously. He was a centimetre from my face- it was as vivid as real life. I knew it was a dream but it still shocked me awake.

24.12.2009

Bus Ride (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A major dream sign I've noted (can't believe I didn't see it before) is buses. No exaggeration, since starting this DJ, I've had about 10 dreams involving buses. That's like 12%. I'll be keeping an eye out for them in future.

I've been having decent success with DILD's the last few days. I think of it as a lazy approach. I wake up in the morning, then just go back to sleep as if it were a WBTB, but fall asleep normally. I tend to become lucid naturally near the start of a dream.

FA in my old caravan. It was night time, and very dark. There were no lights on outside. My brother Andrew was asleep in a bed across the room. I saw a shape move on the other side of the door. (The door is made of frosted glass) A huge brown dog phased through and was now in the room with us. I nearly shat a brick. I'm not afraid of dogs at all in real life, but there was something terrifying about this enormous one which had found me in the middle of the night. I became semi lucid as it advanced on me. I was sitting up in bed and made up my mind not to run away from it. I leaned down so my face was level with the dog's and stared it out. It got closer and closer and I kept glaring at it. Soon our noses were nearly touching, and the dog's face was all I could see. Then it vanished.



I woke up Andrew, who had slept through the dog's intrusion. I told him that this was a dream, but he seemed reluctant to accept it. I looked at my hand and saw way too many fingers. I showed it to Andrew and asked him what he could see- but he didn't give me a solid answer. I considered the possibility of this being a shared dream since it really seemed like him, but I doubt it was.

I looked out the caravan window to my left. There was a double decker, open-topped bus parked outside. I closed my eyes and tried to teleport on board. At first, I was pretty sure it hadn't worked, but when I opened my eyes, I was on the upper level, at the front. Andrew was with me. The bus started moving, driven by Idon'tknowwho. I kept looking at my deformed hand and trying to get Andrew to comment on it, but to no avail. We held on to the railing at the front of the bus as it went far too fast over bumps and round corners- it was like a roller coaster.

[I]abridged[/I]
I am a dark African sitting in a grass hut on a swamp somewhere on the dream plane. I have a necklaces of animal bones around my neck, and feathers coming out of my head. I have thick dreadlocks.

There are all kinds of voodoo shit hanging about.

Raven enters with MoSh, Tigress and Loaf. MoSh is half snake, but no one seems to notice. Loaf is half vampire, half werewolf. Tigress is a werewolf. Raven is Queen of Night.

"We have come to seek the guidance of the Night Shaman," says Raven.

"What is it you desiyah??"

"We desire the Great Red Ruby of Foresight atop the Mountain of Despair."

"Oh, no. You don' wan go dere! You goin' die. You all goin' die many many deaths."

"Just tell us how to get there."

"Me not know if you be deservin'. Are you strong? Are you wise ones? Are you... in unity? If not, you will die, die like a snake writhin' in th' sun! You must accomplish de task of Fiyah firs'! Outside dere is a large swamp tree, with a hollow arch. Walk t'rough de tree. You will find you in de Hell of Hells. Bring me de One Watah Drop in all of Hells, and you will prove to me dat you have de strength it gon' take. NOW GO!"

They eye me suspiciously, but turn and leave. I cast enchantments upon them of protection, energy and power to assist them in their trial.

Q appears next to me. Do you think they'll make it, Professor X?

Well, Q, it's my Danger Room. I can turn it off if they lose lucidity or get lost in pain. I am going to give you an AI orb with a portion of my power. This orb will guide you in my will, and stay with you when I am awake.

I summon a small silver orb, and put a piece of my sentience into it. I hand it to Q. Q10 appears. Q hands the orb to him.

I wake up in some remote viewer facility.

"Good job, sir. You have successfully joined the Dream Corps of the CIA Remote Viewing Project, Dreamgate."

"NO YOU BASTARDS! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Code BLUE CODE BLUE WE HAVE A LIVE ONE!

I run out of the room. I am in a huge underground base in a mountain. I run down a catwalk. I don't know where I am going. I have to get the fuck out of there. I feel needle in my back. I collapse to the floor.

I wake up strapped to a table in an operating room.

"You have already betrayed your friends. Oh, yes, you fool. You signed on the dotted line when you slept, you idiot. Don't remember, do you? Too bad your recall sucks."

'NO YOU'RE A LYING FUCK."

THey show me a video of me signing a document in blood in an interrogation room.

"That's not me, you asshole, that's some CGI actor or something."

SILENCE. And now, we torture you for your insolence. Release the straps.

I try to get up. I can't move.

You have been given a paralyzing anesthetic. You can't move for the next forty-five minutes. Yet, you will feel all the pain and torment as we slice you open, and examine what makes you tick.

I see in the reflection of the crazy doctor's eye, a jaguar face. I am confused.

They slice me open, and I scream. I feel no pain. They remove my guts, and play catch with my liver. I realize it must be a dream. I feel a dark fire burning inside me.

I roar, and stand up from the table.

CODE RED CODE RED CODE RED MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS. DREAMER IS MANIFESTING BEAST SELF.

I grab the doctor, and bite his head off, then spit it on the floor. The others back away.

WHO ELSE WANTS THEIR FUCKING DREAMS HAUNTED FOR ETERNITY?

I shoot claws at all their eyes, then fly through many floors until I get outside the mountain.

Goddamned spooks in jet packs are awaiting me.

I call out to Koomo, as the RV Templars hit me with a knock out drug. Fuck yo tranq, beeyotch! This is MY DREAM!

I begin to fall. Michael catches me. Man-bats appear out of portals, and we battle the Templars.

I soon see my friends from the first part of the dream come and join me. We kick ass.

Loaf runs through the mountain, affixing bombs to the pillars. He hands me the detonator. BOOM!

We fly back to the Moon, and rest.

19.12.2009

Ask Hell! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This one was straight up-weird and very dark. Not like my normal dreams at all. I can barely remember it, but what I do remember is strange.

I was in the upstairs of my granny's old house. There were a couple of other people around, I don't know who, but they were definitely female. Somebody had just died, and I needed to talk to them. One of the people I was with said I should "Ask Hell," if I could speak to them. The way to do this was to get a tin can, fill it with water, then talk to it. I did as instructed, and looked down at the water in the can. The world around me went dark, shadowy-black. I could vaguely see what was around me, but it all looked like an old sepia photo. A demonic face appeared in the water, and it started to boil. I asked about the person I wanted to get in contact with, but my request to speak to them was denied. The face talked (in a hissing/rumbling voice) about how people in hell don't get those kind of privileges, and started laughing. For some reason I started crying. The water in the tin was nearly boiled all the way to the bottom. As it was disappearing, I asked,
"Am I going to hell when I die?" The fizzing remains of the water-faced demon shook its head. Then the scene went back to normal and the water was gone. I felt extremely relieved, I was genuinely expecting the demon to say yes.

Note: I fell asleep with very little in the way of goals tonight… MoSh had said he was going to come over to do a healing on me, although I told him I felt ok. But then a little extra positive energy never hurts anything, so I figured if he wanted to do it, we could share some positive energy, most likely with Basara involved since he usually shows up whenever someone mentions the idea of healing. Unfortunately I was not successful in entering my WILD this night.

I was in a clearing in a forest. I could see there were buildings around, it looked like a small town was hidden amongst the trees. I wondered where I was. I didn't even consider the idea I might be dreaming. I noticed that there were quite a few people around, and then I noticed they were Templars. What the fuck was I doing in a Templar base? I figured I didn't want to be there, so I went to leave. That was when I noticed there was a big guy on either side of me holding onto me tightly. Their grip was like iron, and I could not make them budge to get free. I was a prisoner of the Templars… that couldn't be good.

I heard another Templar say they were ready. One of the big guys holding me forced me to the ground so that I was lying on my stomach with my face in the dirt. I felt someone lie a long wooden pole on my back, and I was quickly bound tightly to that pole. When the large Templars moved away from me I couldn't move at all except to turn my head and look around a bit. They turned me over onto my back and ripped my clothes off… I called them a bunch of fucking perverts. I was now naked and tied to a metal pole… I could hear people around me laughing and jeering.

The Templars then stood the pole up and I realized I was bound approximately in the middle. I saw they had a fire ring in the middle of the clearing, a rather large one. It was long and fairly narrow, there was a rotisserie stand on each end of the fire circle, and a pan sitting on top of the wood that looked like it was there to catch the juices of roasting meat. It looked a lot like the picture here, except the pan was on permanent metal legs and the fire pit and pan looked long enough to accommodate a very large piece of meat… or a person…

It was about then that I realized what they might be planning to do. Since I believed that was my waking life, this resulted in a feeling of ice cold fear at the pit of my stomach… I fought against my bonds, desperate to get away now, to avoid what it seemed they had planned. The bonds were too tight… I couldn't budge them even a millimeter. And my worst fear was confirmed when they carried the pole I was on over to the fire pit and placed it where the spit of the rotisserie would go with me hanging on it, looking down into the black pan. There was a quantity of grease in the pan, which was hardened right now. I was noticing every little detail… a fly stuck in the grease and trying to get free, but it was no more able to move than I was. Templars preparing to light the fire. This couldn't really be happening. I think I might have done a reality check if I could have even moved in order to do one… I found I kept repeating the word 'no' over and over, and I was ashamed of the fear I heard in my voice.

Then I said there must be some agreement we could reach that would allow me to get out of this. A couple of them laughed. But one of them said there was. He said if I could present one of my friends to take my place, they would gladly roast up my friend instead of me and I would be free to go. One of my friends? He said yes. Any of them would do. Either Nomad or MoSh would be their first choices… but if I presented them one of the others I have shared dreams with it would be sufficient, too. Markus, Tigress, or even Loaf… someone laughed that they could have toast… just choose one and teleport them here and I would be free to go while my friend was executed in my place. I told them they had to be kidding… there was no way I would betray a friend like that… I knew perfectly well I could never live with betraying a friend in that way, so in spite of my fear I told them to go fuck themselves. The Templar said it was my choice, and told the other one to go ahead and light the fire under the pan.

I didn't really notice anything at first. Then the pan was heated and it was getting a bit uncomfortable as the heat was rising off of the pan and into my face. The heat continued to increase, an intense and dry heat that made it feel almost like I was on fire. How long could this last? Wouldn't I get heat stroke and pass out from that heat before long? They let the fire die down a bit and the heat faded to a lower but continuous agony. For some reason it seemed to be imperative that I make no sound to let them know the pain I was in, so I kept my mouth tightly closed so I would not let an involuntary cry or moan or pain escape. I saw as the grease below me melted and the fly was consumed by the heating grease, killed. Another thought I was having was that the heat would burn through the ropes that bound me to the spit… then I could get free… but they were thick and sturdy ropes that didn't seem to be suffering from the exposure at all. A Templar came over and looked at me, then he poked something on my leg with a long fork, causing a sharp and excruciating pain… somehow I knew he had just popped a heat blister… that area of my leg was now in much more pain than the rest of me, and other parts of my body felt like they were beginning to blister, I could actually see a few blisters starting to form on my breasts… When would I finally get heat stroke and pass out?!

Another short while… and several more popped blisters later… a Templar came back over. I was expecting another popped blister… but instead he had a cup, which he used to scoop some of the now sizzling grease out of the pan. He proceeded to pour the sizzling grease all over my back… where it burned unbelievably hot. The Templar poured a couple more cups of blazing hot grease on my back, laughing when I was unable to contain a cry of pain… these assholes were basting me! And even after he walked away, the grease on my back was continuing to cause an unbelievably intense agony… it seemed I would surely pass out, but somehow I didn't… even though I wished I would, prayed that I would pass out or die from heat stroke… Instead I just hung there in agony, all hope seemed lost…

"Raven!" I heard a familiar voice and forced my head to turn, although that caused heat dried skin to crack and bleed, bringing with that another wave of pain… I someone standing off to my left a ways, and a portal opened behind him. My sight was fuzzy… I wasn't sure who it was… He continued talking. "It's time for… what the FUCK?!" Apparently he had taken a look around for the first time since arriving and noticed things were not as they should be. I wanted to call out to the man for help, but my throat was too dry and cracked to speak… and all that came out was a small squeak… As I have stated, my mind was really foggy from the heat and the pain, but I heard some cursing, a demand to release me, and then a fight. I saw movement to my right and the man who had just arrived shoved one of the Templar's faces into the hot grease in the pan below me. When the Templar's face came out it was covered with blisters and the Templar was screaming in pain. I heard more fighting, some Templars screaming about something… a loud hissing sound like an angry cat or snake… and then silence.

The man from the portal returned. He took the spit I was tied to away from the flame and started untying me. Every time he touched me it was excruciating, but I did my best not to let him know that because I knew he was just trying to help. Once I was free I found I couldn't even stand on my own… my legs were about like spaghetti… The man supported me, holding on to me as gently as he could… I heard him say he would get me healed up as good as new. He could heal IWL? Wow… I wondered if there was any possible way I could get him to teach me to do that… but even if he couldn't, he had already done so much by getting me free of the Templars. He lied me down in a soft area of grass. Even as soft as it was, each blade of grass was like a steel blade cutting in to me… I once again did not let him know how much it hurt. He was trying so hard to be careful.

The man sat down near me. I could hear him playing a guitar. I could feel healing energy come from that guitar. Soothing healing energy… it felt like a soothing healing salve had been applied to my entire body, and it felt wonderful. I tried to open my eyes and see who it was that had saved me… but I was so tired. Completely worn out. But he was playing a guitar to create a healing effect. I only know two people who do that. Basara and MoSh. And I couldn't see Basara shoving a Templar's face into burning grease under any circumstances, unless he had seen what they were doing and completely snapped, so I was assuming it was MoSh… I tried to ask the man if he was MoSh… "You… MoSh?" He didn't really answer that, he just told me to rest… when I fell asleep here I would wake up and be safe in bed. Safe in bed? Was this really just a nightmare? I let myself relax and slip into sleep. I could find out for sure later if it was MoSh who had come to find me. I fell asleep and woke up.

Missed a dream sign..

After grad night I got in late and was dreaming about lots of people wearing suits. Should have picked up on the dream sign but I missed it. When I was dreaming I remember thinking to myself, "that's odd.". Lots of negative imagery in the dream also, negative feelings, situations and ideas.. Likely something to do with *her.



*note to self - highlighting dream signs in blue to help in the future

15.06.2010

When it Rains, It Pours [Nightmare] (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up to my TV tuned to the local news channel, the weather man is giving his hourly report.

"As you can see there's a low pressure pocket right above Travis county, most likely we'll see some pretty good sized thunder storms over the next week or so. There are sever thunder storm warnings for Bastrop, Blanco, Travis, Hays, Lee and Caldwell counties." He finished.

I got out of bed and went to the back door where my father was standing. He was looking outside, he seemed concerned.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Look," he said pointing towards the sky in the direction of our front yard.

I walked past him and stepped out onto the porch, I saw not only a massive thunderstorm moving in, but what looked like a giant wall of water rushing towards us.

"Dad! What do we do?! Should I let the dogs out of their cages?! Surely they'll drown if I don't?!"

He remains quiet, all the while the huge wall of water rushes towards us.

"DAD?! DAD!!! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!"

He still didn't answer. He wouldn't act. I was terrified.

I wake up in a cold sweat. The emotions in this dream were weird, I was really scared unlike in most of my dreams.

14.06.2010

Mistake [Nightmare] (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a dark abandoned hospital. There's dirty water on the ground and broken glass everywhere. I'm searching for a rape victim who's body was said to of been dumped there. This dream shifts a lot, one minute it's just a computer game, the next I'm in it. It switches back and forth a lot. I remember at some point pressing keys on a keyboard trying to get doors to open up, but they wouldn't work.

Anyway, I don't know how but I'm searching for my own body. I look in open vaults and bloody hallways, hospital rooms with the windows broken and rain pouring through them. Sometimes I'll walk through a door and wind up in a fully functional WalMart but I just turn around and keep searching.

I walk down another hall and see a well lit hallway ahead, once I reach it I see a vault that's partially open. Curious, I approach it and pull the huge door open. Behind it is a red battered wooden door that just screams danger, but I open it anyway. Inside is what appears to be an old freezer, there are red sacks stuck to the walls. I instantly know they are eggs and that I should leave. I worry if they hatch that the beasts inside them will be too powerful for the world outside to handle, so I take a shotgun and shoot one of the egg sacks. Bad idea. The monster awakens. It looks terrifying, it has no skin so you can see it's mussels and joints. It just floats in the air, I think it had no legs. There's a weird yellow-ish aura under it and it follows in wisps behind it when the monster moves. I notice that monster is growing in size rapidly.

It lets out a shriek and I run out into the WalMart/Grocery store. I run past the bank inside the store and see my grandmother inside, she's complaining about a new checking system. I stop to tell her to get out, but the monster lets out another shriek and I here the back wall crumble, I know he's broken through it and into the store. I run. I run through the clothing section, the monster right behind me now. He grabs people and eats them, the sound of their death is horrifying. I run past my family members, my mother shopping, my brother wandering around trying to find her. I run past them and the monster grabs them. I hear them scream and I let out a choked breath, almost tripping. I make my way towards the seafood section, I know there is a freezer back there. I find it and hide there. I know the monster can break into it, but I don't care anymore. I lay on the floor, wishing to just die.

"It's all my fault," I say choked.

I'm unable to cry, unable to move, unable to function. I hear movement outside, I can tell the demon-like being has acknowledged my pain and thinks it best to let me live; he wants me to suffer. I hear him outside, he snorts and runs away.
Fragments:

I'm watching a town get ripped apart by the monster in third person. The sky is a fiery red. I remember him ripping part the starting gates at a dog race and the dogs escaping onto the streets.

Note: I had a goal tonight of meeting up with MoSh, checking on and doing a healing spell on Asuka, who has been absent from his dreams lately. After that MoSh wanted to go view an event from a Carlos Castaneda book where Castaneda was watching don Genaro do something interesting near a waterfall… I'm not sure what, but MoSh said that to see the full extent of it I would have to look at his energy, not just his body. So we have tried to do this before and met with an epic fail, so we're going to try it again. I used my light / sound machine to meditate. I fell asleep and successfully slipped into a WILD…

*Execution*
Ok… I immediately noticed something was off… I was actually over someone's shoulder and being carried… wtf? Was this some kind of attack on MoSh's inner world? Because that was where I was supposed to be… I tried to ask the person carrying me who the fuck he was, but I found I couldn't speak… my mouth was full of a foul tasting fabric… yuck… I went to take it out of my mouth, but I found my hands were bound tightly behind my back. Ok… this was annoying. I tried to activate Witchblade to cut through my bonds… nothing happened. This was really starting to piss me off. I was going to try something else when the man carrying me slung me off of his back and stood me on my feet, which I also found were tightly bound. I looked at the jerk who had been carrying me and did a double take… it was a fucking Templar.

I tried to curse at him, momentarily forgetting my mouth was full of foul tasting cloth… apparently curious as to what I would say, the Templar removed the cloth. After a couple of spits to try to get rid of the taste, I did curse at the Templar. I told him if he didn't want a personal tour of Hell then he had better get those bonds off of me immediately. He just laughed. He said I was the one who would be going to Hell… He said he was glad I was awake for my sentence, although he was sure I would have awakened as it was being carried out. No one could sleep through that.

Ok, this guy was dense, so I would have to show him a thing or two… his armor was metal, so the first thing I thought of was to use Battery on him. Nothing happened. I repeated myself, "Battery!" Still nothing happened. The Templar laughed. He said I should know perfectly well that stuff doesn't work in waking life. I told him that this was a dream. He said the drugs must have gotten me quite confused… but I had already been convicted of crimes against humanity and sentenced to death. He said I had seemed to lose my senses when the method of my execution was announced… but he was glad to see I was fully lucid and able to experience every moment of it. I said of course I was lucid, it was a lucid dream. He said I could tell myself that all I wanted, it wouldn't change a thing. He pushed me to the side, I fell to the ground since my hands and feet were still tightly bound. I looked up and saw the Templar opening the doors of an old medieval execution device known as an iron maiden.

At first I wasn't really sure what to say… was this madman really intending to use that thing? He picked me back up by the ropes on my arms and carried me over to the device, setting me between the open doors. He laughed and said this was going to be fun. I had no thought that I could be actually killed here… I knew it was a dream… I told him if he even thought about trying to use that thing on me I would see him in the dark realm where I would have a front row seat to watch the cruelest demon I could find slowly burn the flesh from his bones. He just laughed again and started swinging the doors closed. I told him I had been leaving them alone because they hadn't been bothering me, but doing something like that would mean all bets are off. So unless he wanted to know… While I was threatening, he had continued swinging the doors slowly closed. The spikes on the doors were poking me, and pushing me back a bit into the spikes on the back of the device. He laughed when my words got cut off, then with one final hard shove, he pushed the doors completely closed.

The first reaction I had was that I couldn't believe he'd actually had the balls to do that… and of course his balls are something I would cheerfully relieve him of… That thought only had an instant in my mind before I was hit with a wave of excruciating pain, feeling each and every spike as it was rammed through my body… it was immediately the worse physical pain I have ever felt… and then to top it off, they had piped in some kind of loud screaming that sounded a bit like an enraged banshee who was also in pain. But this was a dream… why was I feeling so much physical pain in a dream? That damn screaming was too loud for me to think… and then I realized the one screaming was me… apparently an unconscious reaction to the excruciating pain… With an enormous effort of will, I forced myself to close my mouth and think… I just had to wake up. So I focused on waking up. Wake up… wake up… wake up… nothing happened. I tried to move a bit to wake myself up, but the attempt at movement only redoubled the excruciating pain I was in by shifting my position on the spikes… And still I did not wake up. Why could I not awaken? I also noticed I was no longer silent. I hadn't started screaming again, I was just emitting low groaning sounds of pain that sounded like the expression of someone in the deepest pits of despair. I could hear laughter outside… the Templar was enjoying this.

I remembered reading a couple of articles, from when I was doing some research on torture devices I could put in a dungeon for a video game I am designing, about a person shut inside an iron maiden living for as long as a couple of days. How long had I already been in there? Not long, I didn't think… this was a dream. That meant I would wake up. But how long would that take? This was a dream… that also meant I should have my powers. Why weren't they working? Maybe something was blocking them… I just needed to focus to overcome that block… As I was trying to focus, I unintentionally shifted my body again… another wave of unbelievable pain… an involuntary cry of pain and despair… a laugh from the Templar outside… broken focus. A simple ability, like telekinesis… I focused on opening the doors to the iron maiden. That would either result in my being free or in my dream body bleeding to death and me waking up. At that point either alternative was an acceptable result. Nothing happened. I was going to try to focus better when the floor literally dropped from beneath my feet. But of course I was pinned on the spikes and could not fall… instead I was hanging on the spikes now… and what I had thought was the worst possible physical pain got about ten times worse…

After hanging there with my mind clouded by pain for what felt like forever, the floor closed again and I was once again standing on something solid. Apparently that was something they would do for periodic amusement. I could now hear at least two or three Templars outside laughing. One kept saying to do it again. Another said they had to wait… set a pace for the pain, deliver it all at once, what do they do for fun then? For fun?! For fucking FUN?! Those fucking sick bastards, what kind of mind does a person have to have to think putting someone in a device like this is fun?! Rage and dark energy were boiling up within me… and I let it. The dark energy brought a feeling of cold numbness, which blocked out most of the pain. It was not stable dark energy, and I didn't care. I let it be unstable, let it expand and fill me until it was bursting out of me like an explosion… and then there actually was an explosion…

The resultant explosion that blew the iron maiden into three separate pieces… blasted the two doors off to the front, and threw the back half against the wall behind me. One of three Templars got slammed with a door to the iron maiden… it had flipped around in the explosion and he was now impaled on the spikes of the door. Another Templar was staring at me… and kept repeating two words… Oh, shit… oh, shit… oh, shit… He disappeared, abandoning his partners like the coward he was. I was currently pissed and full of unstable dark energy. I used telekinesis to lift the free Templar and slam him into the back half of the iron maiden, impaling him on the spikes there. Must have hit a vital organ or two, because he died quickly. I noticed the one pinned under the door was still moving. I went over and looked at him. His face was contorted by pain and terror. I wondered what I looked like that would instill such a fear response… as if that was a request, I saw a brief 3rd person view of myself… I looked like Sorceress Edea from Final Fantasy VIII (the form usually called the Queen of Night), but in addition to looking like a dark sorceress, I looked dementedly pissed off…

ok… it was a bit disturbing, or it would have been if I hadn't been bursting with unstable dark energy. I stepped on the door under which the terrified Templar was pinned... forcing the spikes further into him, and eliciting a cry of pain and a plea for mercy. I had no urge to be merciful… I gave one more shove down on the door and then walked away as the Templar was grimacing in pain and trying in vain to lift the heavy iron door off of himself.

I walked over to the dungeon door… and did absolutely nothing, but the door blasted off of its hinges apparently of its own accord. I left the dungeon into the main Templar base, throwing dark energy spears at the Templars, randomly impaling them and pinning them to the wall. Some died quickly, others cried out in pain as they hung there dying a much slower death. I got to the center of the base, or what looked like the center, and unleashed an Immortal Fire of pure unstable dark energy, a wall of black flames burst out from me, incinerating everything in its path. I was feeling a bit disoriented… and the scene around me shifted.

*Visions of Castaneda*
Now I was in MoSh's inner world where I had intended to go in the first place. My dark energy had been drained off in the Templar base, and I just felt drained rather than homicidal. I collapsed to my knees in the yard in front of MoSh's house, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down. I noticed all my wounds had somehow healed, probably from the intense energy flow… The door to the house flew open and MoSh came running out with Asuka right behind him. MoSh got over to me and was worriedly asking if I was ok… what had happened? I wasn't able to answer right away, which seemed to worry him even more… but finally I was able to tell him I would be ok. Data was there… and he opened a portal. MoSh picked me up… I was trying to tell him I could walk just fine… and carried me through the portal, Asuka followed, and we were in the healing glen. Basara also showed up, and we did a mutual healing, with the crystal golem putting in extra healing energy. My dark energy was stable again, completely controlled.

"Carlos Castaneda," I said to MoSh, "Let's go watch him." MoSh looked surprised. He said no, we didn't have to do that tonight. He said I should get my rest. I felt the dream slipping, too… but for some reason I thought it would be a worst case scenario to let this entire dream be wasted on being tortured by and subsequently killing stupid Templars. I wanted to do something productive. I told him I was ok and I wanted to do it now. I focused on time dilation to stabilize the dream, turning one hour of IWL time into four hours of dream time… I asked for the book… then I remembered it was called 'A Separate Reality' by Carlos Castaneda. I summoned the book. I opened it and skimmed for the word waterfall or don Genaro. Found mention of don Genaro, so I transported MoSh and myself to my room in my inner world and got my laptop. I loaded the book into my laptop through a scanner and then activated the holographic viewing system… I was wondering if it would work… the new scene took shape around us. We could now watch the events in the book… and see the events of the book instead of looking like snack food to a bunch of hungry graboids.

I looked around and saw the target of our viewing. Castaneda, don Juan, and a couple other guys were sitting in a line on a row of rocks that they were using as chairs. They were all staring at a waterfall. The waterfall was quite beautiful, but I didn't see that the beauty of the waterfall alone would command their full attention for that long… I looked over at the waterfall. There was an older man climbing a trail beside the waterfall. It looked like a difficult trail, but the man looked like he was in much better shape than his age might indicate. For the most part he was sure footed about his ascent to the top of the falls where he disappeared from sight.

MoSh touched me on the shoulder and asked if I was sure I was ok… he said it looked like something pretty serious had happened to me. I said I was ok now. He hesitated, then said since we were here, we might as well do it right. He said to point at don Genaro with my pinky when he came back into view. I didn't say anything about that not being my method of energy scanning… I knew what he meant, that was really all that was necessary. The man, apparently don Genaro, appeared by the edge of the waterfall at the top.

I focused on seeing his energy, not just his body. At first I just saw a bright aura, he had strong energy… but also pure and stable. No corruption there, but that wasn't what I was looking for. I watched him for a bit, then his energy field seemed to change its shape, he was clearly manipulating his energy. I watched from next to MoSh as he used tendrils of energy like ropes to help him get to a small stone in the middle of the falls… and then to an even smaller one… somehow without getting swept away. He wouldn't be swept away, he had his energy tendrils to hold on to. He stayed on the second stone for a while, positioning his energy tendrils just right, removing them from the first rock and anchoring them to the far bank of the river… And then he used them to pull himself over to the far bank where he landed with cat-like grace on all fours. He paused there and pulled his energy tendrils back into himself, then finally stood up and looked down at his audience. All four men were staring wide eyed. Don Genaro now momentarily glowed brightly, expanding his energy field in a bright and colorful aura that looked like it might be visible from space… before disappearing from sight on the other side of the waterfall.

It started raining now. The four men who had been sitting got up. I could hear Castaneda talking plaintively to don Juan who was responding as one might to a child who is complaining too much… responding in a tone that sounded like a reprimand… but I couldn't hear what they were saying. And I also had the feeling it didn't matter what they were saying. MoSh and I had been there to see don Genaro's show, not to find out what Carlos Castaneda was complaining to don Juan about… MoSh asked what I had seen. I told him what I had seen, don Genaro using his energy tendrils to help him get across the flowing waterfall without falling off. He commented that it seems I had seen it. I said yeah, I have been able to see energy in the dream state for quite some time… though I didn't remember seeing someone use the energy in that manner before… MoSh said that when Castaneda and don Juan had first watched this, it had been in the physical plane of our own home world… and then Castaneda had written about his experiences, although Castaneda had not been able to see what don Genaro had done at that point. Castaneda had looked, but had not been able to see. That didn't seem odd since most people on our physical plane aren't able to see energy…

The hologram shut down at that point, apparently MoSh and I had seen everything we were going to see. MoSh said don Genaro had been manipulating his energy body on the physical plane of our world. I said yeah, that was pretty cool. I saw MoSh and I were back in my inner world again. I went over to the couch and sat down. MoSh was walking around looking at things. I could feel myself about to wake up again. I told MoSh that I was about to wake up, and time dilation seemed like too much effort to try again when it has never worked the second time anyway. MoSh was saying something else to me when everything faded and I woke.

Note: This is a dream that happened back on the 15th of the month, and I would swear I had journaled and posted this dream, but I couldn't find any trace of it. No copy on Dreamviews, no copy on Mortal Mist, no copy on my personal laptop… somehow it disappeared completely. There were quite a few similarities with Nomad's version of the dream, as well as some differences, so here is my version of the dream where Nomad, me, and several other dreamers went to help a friend of his with a dream demon.

I was in the biodome on the moon, and I was lucid. I was sitting there watching the koi. The pretty fish were swimming around in the pool. The sunlight was reflecting off of their shiny scales and off of the surface of the water. It was really very pretty. I was sitting there watching the fish when someone approached behind me. I turned to look and saw it was Nomad. I remembered that he had a friend with a dream demon giving her nightmares, an older woman. I asked if he was there so we could go help his friend… he said yes. I thought for a bit… I was thinking someone else had said they wanted to come help with this… but who? I was lucid, and yet my mind wasn't fully clear. But of course my mind isn't completely clear IWL, so why would I expect 100% clarity in my dreams? Nomad opened a portal and both of us went through…

On the other side we were in someone's bedroom. There was a woman sleeping in the bed with a… um… an ugly thing sitting on top of her, looked like it was holding her down to the bed. But she wasn't reacting to the thing's presence… the thing was the size of a large human, looked demonic, and appeared to be absorbing some kind of energy from the woman. I didn't know what the thing was doing to her, but I could easily tell it wasn't good… Nomad transformed into a big cat… a solid black jaguar…

In that form he attacked the dream demon on top of the woman, hitting it across the face with one enormous paw, claws fully extended. The force of the blow knocked the demon off of the woman and onto the ground, practically turning the thing's head around on its neck… The thing got back up and used its hands to forcibly turned its head back toward the front with a rather sickening cracking noise. It started laughing at Nomad. It didn't seem to be paying any attention to me at all… I wasn't going to have that. I transformed into a big cat, a black panther… which looked mostly like Nomad except the spots were vaguely visible on his coat where as mine was a black as midnight…

I pounced on the back of the demon, drawing the demon's dark energy out of it and into me. Nomad had changed into an Assassin dressed in solid black robes, he drove his hidden blade right into the demon's head. The demon collapsed, seemed to be calling out to someone, but then it was completely out of energy and faded to nothing.

I was about to ask Nomad what the demon had been calling to when there was a portal opening… and a bunch of Templars coming through? On brooms like a Halloween witch would use? I was briefly doing a double take at that… A group of Templars coming to aid a demon and pretending to be Halloween witches at the same time… um… One of them was talking to Nomad, seemed to be annoying him. I went to another one and asked what the fuck he was doing. He said he was working for witches or something. I then asked the first question I had thought upon seeing them riding in like that…

"So tell me…" I said, "Did you really learn everything you know about witches from Halloween ghost stories and the Harry Potter series? Do you really think witches ride brooms in the night? If so, where's your black cat? Or was your goal just to come here and look completely retarded? Which you've accomplished very well… And why the fuck are you working with…"

"FUCK YOU!!!" I was interrupted by one of the loudest expletives I have ever heard… I looked over and saw Nomad chuckling next to a Templar who was poking at his ear as if he could not hear a thing, which after that expletive, he probably couldn't… Nomad yelled something completely incomprehensible at the other Templars… no doubt completing the process of making the one right next to him totally deaf… Nomad turned back into a black cat and attacked some of the Templars near him…

"Oh… There's your black cat!" I said, "And he's pissed…" Nomad tore a few Templars apart with his claws and teeth, I opened a vortex portal that pulled them all in and deposited them… I wasn't sure what was a good place… somewhere far away… on the moon Titan.

I don't know why I thought of Titan, but that was where I sent them… After the Templars were gone, Nomad and I did healing spells on Alexis. She seemed to wake up a bit, and Nomad was talking to her. I'm not sure what he was saying to her, but she seemed to be getting agitated by it, but soon calmed back down and went back to sleep. It looked like she would be ok. Nomad started talking about getting pulled into a dream… I told him he was already in a dream. He said he meant into another dream. I wasn't really sure what he was talking about… was he about to wake up or just switch dreamscapes? I told him to focus on something and stabilize the dream… but it was no good… Nomad disappeared… and then I woke.

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Note: This was actually two separate dreams for me, but I am putting them together since they are both back dated dreams and belong together as one.

I was on the moon in the biodome again. I was lucid. I remembered Nomad disappearing from the last dream… I wondered if he was ok. I focused on finding him. A portal opened. I looked through into a black void… wtf? Nomad was floating in the blackness all by himself, yelling expletives at absolutely no one… I wondered if he was on dream drugs again… I called out to him, then threw him a tendril of Witchblade to pull him through my portal and into the biodome. He looked around. I asked if he was ok. He said Alexis was still in danger, we had to go back. I asked what was bothering her now… he said more dark things… he had seen them. I wondered if he had or if that was dream drugs… better check on her. Better look and find nothing than not look and have her attacked.

I was about to focus on a portal to get back to Alexis when another portal opened. Tigress came in. She looked at me, and changed into a paladin. She asked if I was up for a DDO dream. I told her I was going to help Nomad with his friend first. She asked what was going on there. I said Nomad had said his friend was being attacked. She pulled out a sword and said killing stuff there was fine, just another DDO quest. Um… ok… I went to open the portal again, but this time MoSh appeared. He asked why no one had come to get him. MoSh! That was who I was supposed to go get before Nomad and I went to help Alexis! I apologized to MoSh, saying my mind hadn't been clear enough to think of it… Now Nomad opened a portal, and we all went through it.

On the other side Nomad and I were on the edge of a forest looking at a rather creepy castle. I wondered why Alexis would have this creepy place in her inner world… maybe there was still a dream demon or other dark entity harassing her… We went inside the castle and looked around. Alexis looked kind of creepy, too. She was dressed all in black and had horns… she looked like a demon! She was smiling, however, and didn't look hostile. She was still smiling at us when something weird came through a portal and tackled her, and before I could even identify what it was, the two of them fell through another portal… with Nomad right behind them. The portal closed before the rest of us could get there… I had to focus on a portal to follow Nomad…

I went through the portal, MoSh and Tigress with me. On the other side we were on a desolate plane. There was an outcropping of rock over a deep canyon. There was a woman… Alexis… huddled beside a big ugly thing there. The ugly thing was growling and snarling down at her, looming over her.

I must have been in a feline mood, because I now changed back into the big panther I had been in the previous dream and tackled the demon thing off of her. We were now plunging through the air into the canyon, the thing was biting at me as we fell, I was sucking its energy out… I saw a bunch more dark creatures, those looked like shadow demons of some kind, coming from somewhere and attacking Alexis. Nomad was protecting her with a shield, Tigress was consuming the dark things, MoSh was blasting them with green flames from his naga form… Some of them were still getting through to Nomad… why wasn't he getting Alexis out of there? There was no need to be here in this dark world except to protect Alexis… and once she was safe, we could all make our exit. That was the last I noticed before hitting the ground of the canyon, I landed on top of the creature I was fighting…

The creature was stunned a bit, but then it attacked me again. The shadow creatures were coming after me now, but they never got to me… Tigress and MoSh intercepted the entire hoard of them, so I still just had the one big ugly thing to deal with. I pounced on the thing one more time and tore at its neck with my razor claws, drawing some more dark energy out… wow… this was a lot of dark energy… the thing was no longer moving. I changed back to my normal form and flew back out of the canyon. Alexis and Nomad were gone. Tigress and MoSh were still there, though most of the smaller shadow creatures had either fled or been destroyed. I opened a portal so the three of us could get back to the biodome. MoSh and Tigress went through. The big ugly thing grabbed at me from behind. I threw a blast of lightning made from light energy right in its face, then went through the portal and closed it behind me.

Tigress asked me what took me so long. I said I had found an old friend to play with a bit more. This was the first chance I had gotten, so I focused on The Curse by Disturbed to stabilize all the dark energy I had just absorbed… Tigress, still a paladin, sheathed her sword. She said she had told me this would do fine for a DDO quest… I told her I wished they had quests like that in DDO! That would be awesome. She said it would be hard. Yeah, but hard and AWESOME! Everything faded around me and I woke.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTOINLUCID

In this dream, I start out in a theater, and am with two people I know for real. One person is about to go onstage to do a ballerina type performance. I was watching from kinda the backstage, side of the stage, but far enough away that no one in the audience could see me clearly. It was a decent sized theater. So, one of the people I was with went on stage to perform, she wasn't quite dressed for the part. She had this fancy gray tank top on, kinda like what ballerina's wear, but only the top part. She was wearing shorts on stage-she had no time to change. Her routine seemed simple to me, but nevertheless, she did pretty well. The crowd loved her, regardless of her outfit. Then I saw her and the other person I was with go backstage. I went there too.

Now, it doesn't really LOOK like we are back stage. We are in this large bedroom type thing, with a good dozen girls in it. There are many beds. The room looked drabby to me. I lay on the bed with the girl that didn't perform. I think she had some sheet of paper on her...She out of the blue mentioned how I don't speak very nicely...That hurt, because I speak quite nicely, I think. I think this happened because I like her and everything, but she just seems SO nice, and like a goody two shoes. I thought I kinda was, but multiply me by 5 .



This is kinda a different dream, but it is the same idea, unfortuanatly. I was in this bedroom with one of my friends IRL, and her best friend. My friend tells me how she doesn't like my 'inuendos'-I think that is what she called it...like, some of the ways that I say things. I don't swear or anything, so I wanted her to elaborate....I am quite confused, I think I talk just perfectly fine! They have this book with them about 'inuendos' . Like, a paragraph story as to how they're 'bad' and can be 'taken the wrong way'. Some of the things she mentioned is that I say 'heck', and 'hot'-the story for that one was a goat dying of heat on the sun . There were a couple others that I don't remember. Her friend said some of the things too (even though she doesn't really know me), but wasn't as nice about it. When I asked about the last one, I was getting teary-eyed, she hesitated in continuing, but I told her too. They have this chalkboard and start to do some math, adding and subracting, fractions...to see how much they liked me still! My friend was at 2, and her friend lower then that somewhere...I even saw as a joke 2 people wrote -2 and -3...some people I probably know IRL that used to tease me... That was when I was starting to think about writing into the magazine I read, Girl's Life, and ask them what was wrong with saying 'heck' and calling guys hot now and then .

Finally, a lucid dream!

Started off with what seemed to be a nightmare, and was a tad shorter than I would have liked, but it ended quite interestingly enough .

Warning: dream ended up being pretty graphic, so be warned.

Started out with a few of my buddies sitting around talking about stuff that did not make any sense what-so-ever. We were all sitting in what looked like a run down hotel, door was wide open, as well as the windows. The windows reveals what looked like stairs going from the bottom of the hotel to the top, resembling metal stairs seen in NYC apartment buildings as a fire-escape. All of a sudden people break into the hotel, drawing automatic pistols, killing two of my friends. First thought was to run, and run as fast as I could. The remaining friend followed me out the door and we parted ways in separate directions.

I first ran through the open door, and jumped off the balcony onto a close rooftop of another building nearby. The killers kept close tail of me, following my lead off the balcony onto the roof. I continued off the edge of the roof, and hopped down on to the ground. Killers, still following my lead, closing in on me. When I hit the ground, I feel as though I am paralyzed, unable to move. I was laying next to a small children's pool it looked like. Several of the killers go to raise their automatic weapons to my face and are about to pull the trigger. The friend I parted ways earlier at the beginning of the chase all of a sudden grabbed one of the killers behind the neck in a choke-hold and looked at me and said "intense dream so far eh?"

I looked at a nearby sign by the pool I was laying next to and it proceeded to change every time I looked at it. I was dreaming! Now that I was awake I took a hold of the other killer's hand and ripped off his arm that had the gun in it. I then proceeded to transform painfully into a large timber wolf, as I do with nearly every LD. For some reason when I transformed in this dream, it hurt really bad. Usually the transformation in my dreams go by quite smoothly with little pain, however this was a different story. I felt my face painfully cracking and contorting outwards until it finally resembled a snout. Fur spread all over my body, and a feeling of intense goose-bumps covered my skin. My tail bone cracked and contorted as well. Sharp teeth sliced their way through my gums, at first with pain that mimicked shattering my teeth. Paws formed as each foot elongated, and my hands elongated and turned into paws as well.

After I was done changing, I looked at the man who stood under the control of my friend in form of a head lock. I sprinted and tackled the man by pouncing on to his chest. My friend, still holding the man down looked to me as though he knew what was about to happen. I decided to go ahead and finish off this nightmare with a bit of gore of my own, haha. Anyways, so I open my jaws up, and clench the killer's head in between my jaws. I proceeded to clench down as hard as I could onto the man's skull. After a few seconds, the man's skull gave in to the pressure, and I felt the cracking and breaking of it in between my jaws. That was then followed by warm blood filling up my mouth, and dripping down my throat. In a weird way, it actually sorta tasted good.

My friend then decided to follow my lead, and he ended up changing into a wolf after letting go of the killer's head who was now unrecognizable as a human being. Regarding the other killer with one arm, I don't know where he went. After that my lucidity sort of drifted off, and I was being controlled by my dreams once again. The rest of the dream involved me and my friend running off into the woods as wolves, then I suddenly woke up!

This dream happened when I was a very young child and twice: in one nightmare I was walking home with my Mom from the GO train (train that goes into Toronto in in Ontario, Canada ) station ( I didn't see the train or the station it self I just know that what we were heading from ) over top of the highway "bridge" and its was peaceful until a car with headlights on comes onto the sidewalk (I mean literally) and starts chasing mom and me on the sidewalk (thats when I woke up)

in the second dream same thing happened but we were closer to home this time on the 3rd main street in my town.

it was very vivid that I can remember like it was yesterday

13.12.2009

Dog Attack (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was on top of a grassy hill in a public park with a fitness trainer. Apparently I was too fat, and needed to lose weight, so we had brought my dog with us for a run. I should have realised this was a dream, if anything I need to fatten up! We were taking a rest of top of this hill, and I commented on how peaceful it was with no-one around.
"Usually this park is swarming with dogs," I said. Not ten seconds later, four sheep dogs, a rottweiler and numerous other breeds I didn't recognise came out of the trees at the bottom of the hill. I got up to put my dog on the lead, in case he got into a fight with another dog. I couldn't catch him, and as usual, he ran straight over to the other dogs to say hello. He's big, friendly and stupid, my dog, but unfortunately not all other dogs are the same. Two of them attacked him, and I ran over to try and pull them off. I was annoyed at myself for taking off my socks and shoes, because one dog kept biting my feet. I had to punch one dog in the head to get it off. Another one tried to bite my dog's ear off. I woke up with my heart pounding!

08.12.2009

Mutilation (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Tons of dreams last night, absolutely tons. Can't remember them though! Bollocks. Got one fragment which is truly fucked up!

I was tied down with two other people on the floor of a hotel room. We were being held prisoner by some kind of psycho killer who was into mutilating his victims before finishing them off. I was in the middle of the two other people, one was a girl and the other was a guy. I won't go into details, cuz it's a bit sick, but none of us had a lot of skin left after 15 minutes! No pain or blood though!

We eventually escaped and ran downstairs and outside. I realised I was missing one of my front teeth. The lack of that tooth was making the one beside it loose too, for some reason. I was pretty raging about losing that tooth. Apparently I had suffered no lasting damage from the skinning. Weeeeeiiirrrd shit.