non-lucid

Going to bed around midnight, we tried to use the MILD technique, as referred to by zoth00. Trying the visualization method of MILD, I went to the wonderland and hung out with Red and Ger while letting go of my body. I asked them to try and help me become lucid when I fell asleep and began dreaming, and then began with the mantras. The wonderland was rather vivid, reminiscent of my first attempt with switching with Red, which we're going to call a success in full body possession, but not switching. For some reason I couldn't get to sleep, probably because of the matras, as I've fallen asleep many a time in wonderland during our forcing sessions. I checked the time on my phone, it was around 5 AM. It didn't feel like I was lying there for five hours, so I must've fell asleep and not remembered the dream. I was tired, and didn't think of attempting a WILD at this point, so I went to sleep normally. We had two dreams, one where I was getting high with friends, driving home after sobering up, realizing I've forgotten some things, driving back to get them, and then returning home. Despite being 17, I haven't even been in to get my permit, so driving should have tipped me off as something abnormal. Hell, I wasn't even in the drivers seat. I was in the back seat on the drivers side, reaching around the front seat to hold the wheel, and somehow was able to reach the pedals through the drivers seat. Very odd. The second dream had something to do with a very simple job interview I was in with my brother. We both got the jobs and immediately set to work, doing very mundane and simple tasks that is a waste of money to pay someone to do. Oh well, I was getting paid, that's all that matters. However, that's also something that should've tipped me off, as I always was, and will continue to be for the time being, a burden to society. Unemployment sucks.

Dream recall from today's nap. Was going to find something to do TOTM but dream ended too unexpectedly.

As was in my bed, going for WILD attempt, headphones were behaving weird.
Eventually i fall asleep and wake up in my bed, and i know that i am dreaming, there are like ten hands holding me and i am not able to move much, and then somebody materializes in the air and falls onto me.
I wake up, but forget to do an RC, family was trying to distract me but i decide not to move much and attempt to WILD again.
I wake up, knowing that i am dreaming again, and i take off headphones to confirm it and yes, i can hear binaurals. I get up and get a weird feeling like somebody tries really hard to wake me up. I stay calm and rub hands, soon the feeling goes away. Interestingly the room is very dark, but it's the daytime outside. I go to the balcony door, it's closed. I ram it a couple of times like i did previously when it was closed, and it opens.
I fly outside and i feel wings, i fly straight and on the way i accidentally manage to go into third person view somehow for a second, I think about it and then recall that i wanted to take a look at wings. I reach some kind of park, with a small river, and in flight i decide to try going into third person view on purpose this time. I manage to do it but for some reason i couldn't hold it for long enough to look in detail, though i recall wings being somewhat greenish, also they looked weird and i didn't figured out what type of wings that was.
I continue flying around and surprise random DCs, then i am flying below some kind of tent, flight was slow for some reason, and i decide to try to do transformation into a dragon once again. I concentrate on visualizing it but accidentally close eyes, i get some weird sensation, like i am becoming longer or something but then dream fades out before i can open eyes.
I wake up, then in few seconds i wake up properly.

Practices: ADA, RRC, WILD
Pre-bed: small piece of chicken and a cup of apple juice.
My stomach hurt pretty badly last night (unrelated to the food).
Set my intent for lucid goals (taste something, crush a rock into a diamond, go eat lunch with some friends).

#1 - It's snowy and I think I may be a little kid. I'm not sure. I live in an arctic environment. My house is made of wood and snow. We might be fighting someone - I don't remember. I remember something about bosses (as in, video game bosses) and people hiding underneath the snow that would pop up and attack you.

Woke up. My stomach still hurts. Used the bathroom.

#2 - I am in a check-out line chatting with another person in line. We're talking about Grand Theft Auto. I'm telling him about a mod someone made where you basically drive around as Simba from The Lion King. You don't have hands or anything, you just drive around the city as a lion. During the dream, I think it's hysterical because I'm imagining all the reactions people would have to a lion just chilling in a convertible at a stop light.

I wake up. I have to use the bathroom, and my stomach still hurts. I lie back down and begin WILD techniques.

This WILD, I did not have any HI and I did not feel the onset of REM atonia. I used to but it seems like lately I just don't pay attention or filter it out. I don't continue repeating my mantra while making a serious attempt at WILD because it actually distracts me too much. Sometimes I visualize and sometimes I don't, depending on how much I feel it's distracting rather than helping. This morning, I did not visualize.

I get a "lapse" in the middle of my WILD where I feel like I do lose lucidity, but my mind is so alert for any kind of dreams or dreamlets that as soon as a dream starts it will grab my attention again. So I actually do zone out for a while during most of my successful WILDs and I feel like it's why they're successful - you actually have to let your mind wander and dream to have a dream in the first place.

A "flash" catches my attention - a brief but super-clear and fully formed dreamlet. Normally they shock me awake because they come with zero warning - it instantly goes from blackness to a fully-formed landscape. Since I've been working on not letting them startle me, though, I was able to 'grab' this one:

I am in a basement bedroom of some sort. It's very clean, with white walls. I'm standing on the bed. There is a small window high above me that is letting sunlight in. The window frame is made of dark wood.

I bounce up and down on the bed, peering out of the window. It is a brilliant fall day outside and the trees are vivid red and orange. There are leaves all over the ground; some dried and brown, others still brightly colored.

I haul myself through the window frame, ignoring the glass and making it insubstantial. Even though it ought to be too small for me to fit through, I still manage to wriggle through it. The sunlight is super bright and temporarily blinds me with a lense-flare effect as I haul myself out of the window well.

"LEEEEAAAAAAVES!" I crow triumphantly and plow into a pile of red and orange leaves. I roll around in them, kicking my legs and sending a whirlwind of leaves all over the place. I flop my arms around in them and rub my face in them. I remember my lucid goal and begin enthusiastically shoving leaves into my mouth. They are very thin and papery and taste like stale crackers, with a hint of glue. I sit up and spit out a mouthful of leaves. I wake up.

My lucid self cracks me up sometimes. I'm in complete control of my faculties, but I'm so enthusiastic about absolutely everything.

Not a lucid dream, but I may as well post my dreams here from now on, just for documentation's sake. Of course, our recall is not that good at this point, and it's been at the very least 10-14 hours since waking from this dream, so it will not be as detailed as I would like.

The earliest I can remember from the dream is missing the bus in the morning, but managing to get onto the short bus which came slightly after the regular bus. Apparently I wasn't the only one, as there was a good amount of able-bodied people on the bus, along with the usual short-bus crowd. That's probably an asshole thing to say. Not wanting to stand at the front of the bus awkwardly as I looked for a seat, I just casually walked towards the back of the bus, trying to find an empty seat so I didn't have to sit with someone I didn't know. Thankfully, I knew someone, sitting right at the back of the bus. Someone from the drama club at my school. Of course, the oddly-shaped seat did not provide enough room for me to comfortably sit next to her. Oh well. Upon sitting down, the girl from the drama club leans over and puts her head on my shoulder, in a rather flirtatious manner. I'm cool with this, I guess I kind of have developed somewhat of a crush on her. It only lasts a moment, though, and the dream version of her sits back up, and we talk about literally nothing for the remainder of the bus ride. Not quite sure what happened after getting off the bus, all I remember is being back outside my house, after having missed the bus again, only this time having to walk to school. I'm assuming this dream took place the morning after that first dream on the short bus. After some time, though, I manage to get on a metro bus to quicken my morning commute. When I get to school, the exterior seems to be an almost "under construction," more concrete version of the mall by my house, in the location of the mall on the other side of town. The inside looks more like my school, only again, with more of an unpainted, concrete, under construction look. The closest I've ever gotten to becoming lucid is right now. I wonder if the entire school had gotten re-painted or something since yesterday, consider the absurdity of it, and then shrug it off as "it's always been like this. I think." Either that or I realized I was dreaming and got so excited I forgot about it. Anyways, we meet up with the drama club girl from before, along with two more drama club members in the hallway. We're talking about exams, and I guess there was an English exam on that day, as I remember saying "Yeah, I haven't read any of the books, I'm fucked." Can't remember much after that, so I guess that's where I'll end this post.

Strangely enough, neither Red nor Gerry appeared at all last night, which is odd, considering most dreams I remember since getting into the big parts of tulpæ have had them in some way or another.

I remember trying to sleep in a bed located in my former neighbor's carport. I'm covered and slightly behind something but I have a slight view of someone moving about and trying to steal something about 15 feet in front of me. I'm hidden slightly so I know they can't tell I'm awake as they lurk about.

The outlined shape of a woman resolves itself and I can tell that the blurry shape is actually the next-door neighbor. She is trying to be stealthy and get behind me so I discretely keep one eye on her movements. She picks up a book from the table behind me and I realize it's my copy of Half-Asleep in Frog Pajamas by Tom Robbins. I can even see the cover clearly.

**Despite this, I don't think of the author's name until I'm awake.**

The woman is about to step away from the table and I say, "It's a good book." She stops, looks at me knowing she's caught.

"Does he have any other good books?" She asks me in a quavery older-woman voice.

"Of course," I reply. "There's [U]Even Cowgirls Get The Blues[/U] and Skinny Legs And All...I think my favorite is Jitterbug Perfume. Oh, and Still Life With Woodpecker."

I'm impressed that I can recall all these titles in a dream and I realize I'm dreaming at the same moment.

After that all I really recall is being near a Laundromat and the walls opening out from the building. I had to get up too early and should have worked on recall instead of waking my daughter for school. ;)

Was having hard time waking up today, thus not much recall. I did had short low awareness lucid, but can't recall any details because i accidentally fallen asleep during recall.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was at some point somewhere at the streets near the school from my past. I recall searching for something and talking to someone.I also spontaneously became aware of dreaming at one point, but only for a short while and i didn't recalled anything from waking life.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was visiting dreamviews.

1) I was at the top corner of a cemetery in my birthtown near a primary school with maybe two other people. Just inside the green railings, there were 3 pairs of wellies: Size 11, and two other sizes. As I already had shoes on which were inappropriate for the mud we were going to walk through, the size 11s fit perfectly for me as I still wore my shoes inside.


2) I was outside my house in my birthtown. My youngest brother was there and at least two other people. Maybe one was my middle brother. My youngest brother gave me a bunch of £20 Orange top up cards which I happily accepted. We went into the house to put them on the dining table. It was a round table in the same spot we used to have the rectangular table. I’m not even on the Orange network.

This is a fragment from two nights ago.

I'm in space...or at least my perspective is in space, much like viewing a movie where the camera is in space.

Approaching me is a spaceship...sort of like the Discovery in the movie 2001. It's coming towards me and is about to encounter the Snowie Ophie, an anomalous object in space that looks...odd.

Imagine viewing a large mushroom from above...now slice off the top part of the cap and the mushroom just above the stalk, including the veins. What you have left is a brownish-gray mushroomy disc floating in space. That's the Snowie Ophie (as in OpheliaBlue).

I don't know why it was there but it was significant.

This...means...something. Wish I knew what.

2008

1. I am in a quiet suburban town. The majority of the houses are painted pink. So is the sky. I notice something very strange about it, but I cannot say what.

2. My family moves to Plea. The sky is always pink, but right before something bad happens, it turns red. I wake up in the middle of the night and open a closet door. There are walls of broken baby dolls in there. One of them blinked. They eat me alive, and I wake up for real this time.

3/26/13

1. I am in the streets at night. I go to my house and there is a friend there. We get into a fight, and he shoves me. I strike him down, and shove him across the floor. I punch him again. His head touches the unpolished concrete roughly, and blood comes from his head. The rage that I felt before turns to panic. He doesn't respond. I check his pulse, and he is still alive. I freak out about what will happen when he wakes up, and I take a hammer and bludgeon him. I hit him many times until the blood gets all over my arms. I become so angry at him, yet so sad. I experience emotions that I cannot describe. I leave his body. It is now six in the morning, and I go outside on the streets again to cool down. I am filled with satisfaction but also deep regret. The perfect idea ignites in my mind; I would dump the body in the field ten blocks behind my house. I only have an hour before sunrise, and I run inside to grab the body. It is gone. Someone took it. I am freaked out since I have no idea what is going on. Why would someone want a body? Why would they want to help me? Are they working for the police? The cops are at school the next week. They say they want to talk to some students. They check everybody's arms for traces of blood. I wipe my hands with a baby wipe just to check even though I know their their technology could find me even if I bathed in ethanol. The officer is coming around slowly to each desk in turns as my English teacher speaks. I get up to ask to go to the bathroom in order to get out of this. Someone sitting behind me who I do not know says 'Can't. They won't let you leave.' I switch seats with him because he already got his arm checked meaning that the officer would check him twice, and I would go free. Then the man asks me a question. I answer it in a subtle voice. He tells me to speak louder. I do, but he reiterates his request. I speak above medium volume, but he still inquires me to talk louder. I don't respond. He says something. I reply with a graceful shot that echoes and shudders the classroom and the faces of the children astonished by my newfound extroversion. The officer is about to condemn me for switching, but he leaves the school, saying that there is someone in the neighborhood he wants to check.

The room feels wide and open. Ahead of me is a stone tunnel. From where I'm standing I can't discern any details. As I focus my eyes, it becomes more detailed. I start to describe it to myself and it becomes. I'm delighted, thinking how it's like drawing, I see it in pencil shadings first, before it becomes real, and the image flows more smoothly than any drawing I have ever created.
When it is finished the stone is a mossy deep brown, wet with rain. I can't figure out where I've seen it before, but it feels so familiar. There are stairs leading up to a platform that sits to the right side of the tunnel. I start looking for something there but I no longer recall what it is.

The Poisoning of Azela Grey
I had a dream at midday, telling the tale of Azela Grey. I'm watching a news report, showing footage from a live Council meeting. She had fought for her spot as a Speaker, and a woman, which was something spectacular in its own right. She's tall, with dark shoulder-length hair. She's wearing a light gray business suit with a white shirt under the jacket. The council meeting is built like an amphitheater. A platform at the center where the primary 5 sit, and then 4 tiers of gently curving wood tables with seats where the rest of the Council sits. Azela sits in the last ring, of the least importance. The meeting is about to commence, she takes a sip. My awareness pulls back, showing a pixelated tv screen, a red band at the bottom.
"The Poisoning of Azela Grey"

I'm driving down a highway. The road is impossibly fast and crowded. A woman on a tiny black motorcycle that has a regular sized cream/tan motorcycle folded up above the back wheel speeds past me. I think how awesome that is and wonder where I can get one. She looks like this actress http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1490300/. A moving truck doesn't see her and moves lanes. I'm worried about her, so instead of getting hit, one of her wheels breaks off and she skids to a stop on the shoulder under an overpass. I go over to see if she needs help. Now she looks different, a tall brunette with wavy hair and olive skin. I separate from my character and I see myself from behind. I'm tiny next to her, the top of my head only just reaches past her shoulder.
I have shoulder length black hair. I'm wearing a white denim jacket and a brown dress with boots. Even with short hair I recognize her as Saja, I become her often. It seems perfect that she would stop to help someone, she's always thinking of others.
"Can I help you?" I ask her.
"Don't worry about it, this isn't your problem." She glances at me and does a subtle double-take. I know she thinks I'm attractive. I stand there patiently. She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. "Fine, I guess I could use some help."
"Perfect! I'll help you get the cycle into my van."


It skips to a grey, dim-lit room. On one end is a photographer. On the other is a two foot high, smooth white statue shaped like some kind of bird. The idea is that this is therapy, and in expressing my depression...on top of the bird, while someone takes pictures, I'll be able to feel better (riiiight...). I am Azela Grey, I no longer look like Saja. I'm taller, my hair isn't black but still dark brown, wavy and is a little longer. I'm wearing a dark brown dress with tiny white flowers, knee length boots and a netted brown jacket thing. The statue looks a little like a duck now. My photographer therapist urges me to begin.
The stress of the campaign has taken its toll. There are dark circles under my eyes and I look like I haven't smiled in a long time. My awareness pulls back and I'm watching myself pose on the duck. After a few flashes my friend from the highway comes to join me. She presses her body against my back and runs her hands down my sides. I smile. I know I shouldn't. I have a girlfriend. Plus, now there are pictures.
She has been trying to show me how to enjoy life again.

I'm walking down a cobbled street, it's dark with the recent rain. I duck into a bookstore. It's small, with 5 long tables. Tall bookshelves line the walls. There is only one book. It has a dark blue jacket with yellow on the front. Sometimes the yellow looks like flowers, sometimes like angelfish. Sometimes like stars. I can't make out the name either. Sometimes it looks like Seascape. Sometimes Starsea, sometimes Starscape. I open one of them and flip through it. I can't make sense of the text.
I think of how eroded our culture has become under the weight of the law. How this bookstore should have the freedom to sell more than one book. I suppose that's what my campaign is about, freedom. Now I have made a serious miss-step. There are the photos of myself and the woman. If they see those they could ban me from the council.
When I leave the bookstore my girlfriend is outside. She throws the pictures on the ground in front of me and leans forward, red with her effort not to yell.
"What are these? WHAT ARE THEY? After EVERYTHING we did to be together, to keep our relationship a secret you let some half-wit photographer take pictures of another woman groping you? These are all over the papers! AND there's mention of me! Why did you tell them about us and then take these pictures? This could ruin my career!"
She's a doctor, it's strange enough for a woman to be practicing medicine, now her license could be taken away because of my mistake. She storms off. I stare down at the pictures and gather them in my hands.
Behind me there are two steeply arched stone bridges that cross each other like an X. A man in a tux and top hat is narrating my story. He's telling a group of people who are singing and dancing under string-light decorations that it's sure I'll be banned, they might have listened to me on the council before this. They may have even passed the laws I suggested, but never now.
He talks of a time when people could love whoever they wanted.
Then he tells the part that hasn't happened yet, that as they are about to ban me, someone poisons my tea because of hatred for my sexual orientation, and the laws I wished to pass.


Huh. I've had dreams as men before, I've never had one where I was a lesbian. How interesting...

4:12 AM

I am laying in the ash of some BBQ pit in a park. I realize I had been daydreaming and laying there far too long. I get up to go pee.

I am in some strange shower house with dirt floors. I pee into this strange monkeybar/urinal with a puddle on the floor to hold urine. As I am peeing a young Kimmie kicks pee back into my face. I say "You got pee on your foot." she replies, "Well you got pee on your face". I say, "Well its my pee." Im really not bothered by it but I wipe my face off because I can feel the wet now.

Tim shows up and starts talking."You know how.Brenda always likes to be green... but she's not so much anymore".

Non-Lucid
Lucid
Not-Dream

13th March 2013

I was walking through a series of rooms. Each room was about 2 metres cubed and each had a table with 4 chairs. The table, along with the chairs filled up most of the room and didn't leave much room to walk around them. On the other side of the room was an arch way leading to another room exactly the same but the table and chairs were a different colour/pattern. This continued as far as I could see. I walked around the table and chairs and kept going through each room while only look ahead. I had the idea that there was food at the end of this and I suddenly felt extremely hungry. This continued for about 5 minutes until everything faded away and I woke up.

14th March 2013

Sleep - 12:00am
Wake ups - N/A
Finial wake up - 7:00am

I was sitting on a wall on a quiet street. I could hear two people arguing about whether Nikola Tesla or Thomas Edison was better.

15th March 2013

Sleep - 12:15am
Wake ups - N/A
Finial wake up - 6:30am

I am getting ready to go to my driving lesson. I was rushing all around my house for because I thought I was going to be late.

31st March 2013

I am investigating a house. There were no lights on in the house and it was in the middle of the night. I only had a small torch to help guide me through the darkness. I was in the back garden of the house trying to get in via the back door. It was locked and I didn't know how to lock pick a door so I decided to see if there was any other way in that was unlocked.

I walked around to the side of the house where I found a side door that led into the house. I tried to open it and I found that this door was unlocked. Inside was a large garage with shelves all along the walls. I pointed my torch across the room looking for another door that led further into the house. I found a door on the far side of the room and I had to carefully walk around various object on the floor to get to it. I opened the door and walked through. I found myself in a large dining room with just a table in the middle of it. The room had no decoration anywhere.

I walked around the table and spotted a staircase that went up to the next floor. I slowly walked up the stairs and I made sure I didn't make any sound while doing so. As I walked up the stairs I heard footsteps coming from a nearby room. It sounded like they were walking around the room in a loop. I carried on up the stairs but the last step made a creaking sound and the footsteps suddenly stopped. I then heard them start again but they weren't walking around anymore but instead they were now heading towards the door.

I heard the door handle start to turn so I quickly hid in another room which had no door. The room was completely empty. I heard a door open so I didn't have any time to find a different room. I hid in a corner that couldn't be seen if someone just looked in the room from the outside. I heard more footsteps heading towards me. Then I heard a male voice shout out "IT'S JUST A WAVE!” The person kept repeating this. Then I heard that person start running directly towards me.

Then a person dives into the room I’m in while still repeating that. They land face first onto the floor in the middle of the room. When he hit the floor he didn't move or make a sound. I saw that it was the pope and this freaked me out a little. I stayed there for about a minute or so until I decided I had to get out of here. I snuck out of the room and back down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and I saw 4 women ghost sitting on the floor, looking away from me.

I turned around and started to run. I tried to find a way out of this house but I couldn't find a way out. One of the ghost women popped up about a meter away from me. I stopped running. The ghost said "Where do you think you're going?" Without think I started to chant something and she disappears with a short scream. I start running again but then another one appears and it does the same thing again. I start chanting something again and she disappears as well. This happens a few more times before the dream ends.

1st April 2013

Sleep - 12:10am
Wake ups - 5:26am
Finial wake up - 9:10am

I am installing a new carpet into a spare room in my house. The floor was stripped down until it was only wooden planks that supported the floor. I needed to lay down a thin layer of wood along every third plank. I started counting them but every time I touched every third plank it made a hole where I touched it.

2nd April 2013

Sleep - 11:45pm
Wake ups - 9:21am
Finial wake up - 11:10am

I was playing a board game with a couple of friends. It was like 3D Sudoku but you played against the other people on the same board. I don't remember much about how it was actually played. After a short while, Kane said "This is boring, let’s go and play Battlefield." All of us agreed apart from one who just walked off.

Three of us walked into another room and sat down on separate chairs. We all put on these hats that were connected to a small black box. The hats covered most of our heads and our eyes as well. When we all put them on it was like we were teleported into the game. I was on a team that had to defend a school from an invasion by the enemy. After a short period of time the enemy appeared.

We started shooting them but for some reason my gun had no bullets in it and I had no spare ammo. I ran into the building and headed for a stock pile of ammo. As I was running down one of the corridors I spotted an enemy who had managed to sneak into the building. I dropped my gun and picked up a plank of wood from a nearby pile of rubble. I chased him into a room with only one way in and out. I walked up to him and hit him with the plank of wood. He vanished in a puff of smoke.

I heard something behind me so I quickly turned around a swung the wood at the person standing there. At the last moment I realised that it was a teammate and I managed to stop swinging the plank of wood at him just in time. He didn't even flinch and told me that we had won this battle.

There I was on a rooftop (a flat rooftop terrace together with a bunch of other people searching through the chimneys for God knows what, when one of the DCs (a servant girl) asked me,

"I beg your pardon, madam, but is it in London already?"
Me: "What?"
Her: "The plague? We are under lockdown here, madam, because of it."

I think she meant quarantine - which in hindsight is of course nonsense given the fact that I had just come from London and here I was, but my dreaming self actually did not noice that. I started denying it:

Me: "No, it is not. You got the plague here?!" When suddenly I remembered otherwise "Actually, yes, yes, it is." Moreover, I in that moment realized that I most likely had it.

However, out of some reason I was not too upset about that in the dream, and in fact part of me thought this could be an advantage somehow. How? Would it help in our search for bird nests? For Santa? For thiefs? Or whatever it was that we were looking for in those chimneys?!

Thos was a very vivid scene, complete with British accents and all.

I was in a weird building. I do not remember scenery clearly but it
looked like school. I was talking with my friend and man in our age.
Cause his request we were looking for suitcase. I do not remember what we were
doing but at last we've found this suitcase. After that all goes crazy.
I was lucky because that man had a partner who looked like mafia boss(he
was fat for example,his hair was gray etc. that's obvious I'm describing
like it looks like in films). That man(I've just known it) rang to him and
told him to kill me because I know too much. :P He answered "That's your job."
Meanwhile he was passing next to my room(doors were open). I hid somehow and
after he's gone I started run. I've rampaged on this man and started fight like
with boss almost every CoD series or another low schematic game.
I've killed him when he almost killed me :E just before that he covered my
legs and I couldn't escape(muscles in body get harder immediatly) from his
"grab" so I started to crawl to the cover. After few second(I was still
crawling) my friend got mad (I was talking about him in the first line).
He tooked that "man" pistol (yeah I didn't take it after fight that was
pretty stupid :]) and started shooting to everything. In a short delay he
marked me I couldn't escape because of that man... I got few bullets into
back and... I do not remember what happened next. I guess it was end of dream
or I do not know how to call that in english. It's like when you wake up but
are still in dream. Maybe "false awaken" ? x)
I hadn't dreams like that before. I remember I've always got a dreams about sex O_o or nightmares which made me "lucid" in a dream. ( I love when I've got an nightmare and I've become lucidity. That monster/people/plants/everythings' shocked expression. Like their running away. Like everything is going in a right way).