non-lucid

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some games with LV and we were recording some games as well. There was some strange version of 'I Wanna Be The Guy' which was apparently 3D and there was one level we been stuck at which was happening in some kind of channel and there was moon falling. Then we were chatting for a bit on skype and our friend DP was with us as well. Later we finally managed to beat that one level, and decided to update YouTube channel before editing videos, then we were finally done with it and were talking about subscribers.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some big room with metallic walls and ceiling, and ice floor, i was trying to pilot some sort of mecha then i used it to break through ice and then was been able to move around underwater with it.
Then later i was watching some anime about people who had power to transform into some combination of beasts and mechanical parts. I recall there was final battle between main character and bunch of enemies and it was on stadium of some kind. The main character of anime was really overpowered by that time and could freely take on two enemies without even using any advanced powers, then there's a ton of people were attacking him and he used his transformation, his powered form was some sort of big brown cat with stripes and green glowing eyes, piloting some sort of floating mechanical head. Then he went to final battle with main enemy, but only thing i can recall is that it was pretty epic.
Later on i was watching apparently some episodes i missed, there was one that was telling something about time before those transforming powers were found. There were some kids watching show, which was ridiculously bad and people who was setting it up haven't even tried. Then one of people who was setting up show started telling some story about bizarre version of game he seen. The game started normally but once player got control his character was one hit killed by some black figure, which was saying 'sorry~' and even with cheats figure kept killing it.

I don't know where I was...maybe a hotel room. I think we rented out several rooms. I was watching some girl play this old school beat 'em up, and and she was near the end of the game. There was a bonus objective where if the player collected all the flags in the game, they would get a bonus game. Well she got the last flag, and died doing so, but ended up beating it afterwords. The game was another beat em up, made the same year, but the graphics weren't so great.

Anyways, my brother T is in the next room, and he wanted me to play this other game, and my sis wanted me to bring my PS3 over there. I finally get things over there, and hook them up, and my other brother starts having a conversation about my progress in college. They walked off and kept talking, but I could over hear them talk about how far I should have been (ie just get a straight bachelors instead of getting the two AA's what I'm about to receive). I told them that my GI bill only pays for 3 years, and there's no way I can guarantee myself of passing that 4th year without and financial support.

Notes: I had the worst time getting getting to sleep (again), even though I'd taken some sleeping pills. I ended up remembering some fragments anyway (enough to put them in my dream palace at least), so I thought I'd go ahead and type them up today (unlike yesterday when I couldn't even put my dreams into words, much less imagery - ugh).

By now I already know I can hold a lot of information in my memory palace (I'm at 121+) and I have three dream "clusters" stored (I link all the dreams into one chunk each, so that's three days worth of dreams), so I'm thinking of removing dreams as I type them up here at DV, unless they are particularly memorable.

These are all muddled so I'm just going to type them as one - but they may be separate dreams. When I woke up, there was already no order to them.

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I'm looking at Alistair and Zevran from Dragon Age: Origins on my computer, and dad comes up behind me. I flip through an image of one of their abs. We have a conversation about them that leads to dad calling one of them a 'she' (I think there was a picture of them together?), and I hesitate and start to let him think that, because he's against homosexuality, but in the end I stand firm and say "they're both guys". I think he says that it's fine.

Side-note: In one of my loci, for remembering dad's phone number, I have my dad coming up to me and commenting on a porn scene on my screen - I wonder if that caused this dream? :O

A little later, I'm doing something and I hear mom yell at dad, "Your religion is so sexist!". I hate when they fight in real life, but I was pretty into what I was doing and didn't seem to care in the dream.

I have this man watching over a website of mine apparently, and I am in the room with him (maybe checking in). I look at one of the pages, and see that it's full of inaccurate Japanese. I express my dismay and exasperation.

I believe the scene changes here a bit - me and a/the man are talking amiably, but at the same time we both know that we're just pretending for the sake of 'my sister' (I can't remember if she's in the room at the beginning, but she isn't in this next bit).

We give up the pretense and talk about the task I have to go do, because the man is a demon who was put with my sister to have a hostage. I'm not worried that when I leave, he'll hurt her, but still a thought comes up from somewhere above my dream character - "Won't he hurt her while I'm gone anyway?"

My aunt is leaving the house with a black camera, and I'm like, "oh, is that to get a better reading on the Japanese?". Mom, standing somewhere to the right, gets a mischievous look on her face. There's a few bits I couldn't remember.

A trans* char (FTM I think?) was talking to someone in a room about what if someone they liked found out. Later, they're talking to that person and it turns out that he heard the conversation through the vents and knew, and was fine with it. He had blond hair. It's possible that DC!me from the demon part was trans* too and the demon had an inkling?

Wednesday 3/13/13. Last night went to bed 1:30 am - 9:30am.

I was chased by police, again. I'm walking down a pedestrian zone, 2 cops in black uniforms, they look like NY police. They are walking towards me. There some kind of a metal column in the middle of the walkway, and it exactly covers their view of me as we walk. It's unnerving to walk slowly this close to them, but it works, they can't see me.

I sit down outside a small store. Lady owner comes out and tries to shoo me away. Then she sees the look of desperation on my face and askes me if I need to hide. I nod "yes". She lets me in. A customer brings her dog in for grooming and walking downstairs.

- I'm in another building. Could be police station. There are stairs to go downstairs but it's restricted area. I walk there anyway, because I feel that's the way out. Big chase, I'm up in the metal construction thing under the ceiling and jumping out the closed window.

Chase is always fun, but this one was a little tense, for some reason.

I attempted to induce a lucid dream tonight but I was too tired, as well as having some sinus pain (and the headache to go with it. The weather is not being kind to me.

At ~7 pm Pacific time, I lie down to sleep and curl up on my side. This is usually my initial sleeping position, prior to WBTB attempts. I fall asleep easily, reminding myself to be aware of my surroundings and do reality checks.

I dream that I am driving down a highway with my brother. Judging by the landscape, it's somewhere in southern Kentucky. I'm driving a very nice car, a BMW with some sort of fancy name (I keep forgetting throughout the dream and having to ask my brother). It's black, with charcoal grey detailing on the interior.

Now my brother is driving. He pulls the car over to the side of the highway, turns it off, and gets out. I assume something is wrong with the car and follow him. We walk down the side of the highway for a few minutes before I ask him, "What's wrong with the car?"
"Nothing," he says, and shrugs.
"I thought it broke down or ran out of gas," I say. "I'm going back to the car, we can't just leave it there."
We turn around and walk back to where the car was. There are several other cars by the side of the road - some older cars, Toyotas and Kias and the like - but my car is gone. After searching up and down the road for a while, I come to the conclusion that the car must have gotten towed. I'm upset with my brother about it, because now we have to go and get it from the impound lot, which will take a lot of time and money.

I wake up. My head hurts. I perform a reality check. I attempt WILD; I fail. I fall back to sleep and re-enter the same dream.

My brother and I are still trying to get the car back from the impound lot. We see an apartment complex, and head there. It may or may not be our home. As we enter an apartment, I realize that my laptop was in the car when it was towed. I'm very upset about this. All of my work is done on my laptop, and all of my files are on it. Without it, I won't be able to work or pay my bills. Even worse, I'm also worried someone will be able to bypass my password and other security measures and access confidential files and information.

I decide to take a shower. There is a small control panel in the shower, and the shower head also functions as a speaker. While I'm showering, I receive an email. I check it on the shower control panel. It's someone saying that they have my laptop and all of the files on it. They have recorded a message for me, and I realize that this person is a 12 year old boy. They are claiming that unless I pay them $1 per file, they will post them all on the Internet.

I'm glad that I have the recording and email as evidence; somehow, the manner in which my shower head/control panel functions also allows me to get their IP. I send them a message back asking them to please meet with me so that I can pay them a hefty sum of money and recover my laptop. They agree to do so. I set about filing a police report and contacting the proper authorities regarding extortion and the b.s. that this kid is trying to pull.

I wake up. My head still hurts. I perform a reality check. I try a WILD anyway but am distracted by the pain, and I just fall asleep.

The dream resumes. I have decided to phone the impound lot to make sure that they actually have my car. I have to ask my brother for the make and model, as I have forgotten.

I now have a motorcycle. I am trying to get to the impound lot to recover my car. I am riding the motorcycle through the apartment complex. One of the tenants is upset that I have been riding up and down the stairs and riding through her apartment as a shortcut. She's decided to catch me doing it, but she's always waiting at the wrong door and I always get around her. I drive over her bed, which left a tire track on the comforter, but didn't. The entire apartment is done in shades of off-white and pastels, and the comforter is a very light (almost white) cream color. There are fake pastel flowers in vases everywhere. I drive out the back door of the apartment, and she is asleep next to the steps. I drive down the steps but accidentally hit the throttle, and go down the steps on my rear wheel. I drive down the highway toward the impound lot.

I wake up. It's 6 a.m. My head still hurts. I attempt to WILD, but everything distracts me. I get up, take an ibuprofen, and go make breakfast.

I was just driving round the streets, like cruising as a youngster, Spacey's mates were around, one was a black guy we'd scored off before, although I didn't recognise him, he looked like Bob Marley and we stopped to pick him up. There was some more driving and interactions that I can't recall. We were in Spacey's house, in his room and doing coke on a small table, it was my bedside table, but it was Daz's room, we had the lights out to avoid being caught out by the girls. Spacey was moaning about the amount of coke I'd given him the week before and I was trying to explain that someone else had sorted it out and that I had just brought it to him. The other guy in the room was the one with the coke now and I got the feeling that I was going to have to pay if I wanted some.

Note for the next part of the dream.
I went to bed listening to Lucid Dreaming Binural Beats by Slash112, which, if you've listened, has the words, "The next time I am dreaming, I will realise I am dreaming, am I dreaming, is this a dream."
So we had the TV on and it was a report about a boy who had witnessed his father taken away by spirits, the tones were playing as a backing track to the report and the boy kept repeating the words from the video. This was very intrusive and I actually woke up, turned the video off (I had it on repeat) and immediately returned to the dream, albeit without conscious thought, effort or indeed awareness (a good sign though I hope). Sasha came in the room and caught us doing coke and started to kick off that we were shady, so the guy said she could have some. Due to the fact we had now been sussed, Daz said "You'll all like this with the light on, won't you.?" to which we were all agreed. Sasha was bent over him doing a line and he was encouraging me to check out her ass.

He then got out his application for nuclear power security clearance and was showing it off, bragging about how hard it had been to pass and that he was going to be on really good money from now on. The other guy asked Sasha if he could stay the night and she seemed concerned about his reputation spoiling Daz's security status, I felt she should have been more concerned about my reputation for some reason, although I don't know why. She made sure he knew they would be "shaggin" and did he know the rules. He joked that the rules were to join in. I woke again and got up for 20 minutes to record my dream.

I have woken from dreams multiple time over the past two days now, something which I didn't do before, I am hoping this is a sign of progress.

I returned to bed. As I lay there I felt the room spinning, much like it does when you're inebriated, I'm wondering if this is a good sign. Regardless, I tried to use it and imagined myself spinning with it, my legs felt disassociated from my body and I thought at the time that I was achieving something, however I fell into sleep without memory, I dreamt again.

Martin Ribey had gotten out of jail and was hanging around, I was worried about him stealing my new bike, in the dream he knew I suspected him of stealing my first bike and he was acting all shady about it, I tried to lose him in the streets, I started to parkour to get away from him, but he could do it also, I doubt either of us can, I know I can't.

I found myself with Joy and we were going to swim in a river, Joy jumped in, but it was very shallow and she hurt her feet. I was really nervous about jumping in, but after Joy checked the depth, I did a bomb into the water. At one point, I was at Joy's parents house to pick her up and whilst I was waiting for her, I got something we needed from the kitchen drawer. Her Dad then came down and said he'd get it for us, for some reason I didn't mention I'd already got it, when he couldn't find it, I gingerly admitted that I had already got it, at which point he kicked off, even though it was an innocent act, he got so mad that he asked me to leave. I then woke proper.

I went to sleep last night at about 6:30pm, and got up at 5am(no sleep the night before). So I woke up and fell back to sleep alot. I recall the 2 biggest non lucids.

In the first, I had just started dating ASTL (Assistant Store Team Leader) Wes. He's married irl, and I have a bf irl, and I was aware of both in the dream Anyway, me and Wes are making out on the bed and he pops the "L" word. I just kinda cuddled him, and was about to say it back, though I didn't really feel it. So the cuddle lasted a bit longer when I realized that the time which had passed was too long to say it now and not be really awkward. Interesting note: in my dream, I had a memories of this relationship, even though I hadn't dreamed the memories. Hard to explain, it's kinda like having dream memories of a thing programmed into my mind, even though I hadn't dreamed them. Anyway, one of these memories was that Wes had actually popped the "L" word a while before, and I HAD said it back then. We had also had sex before, but again, I didn't dream it. It was just a dream memory again. So weird. Anyway, we monkeyed around a bit more, then he sat up, took one of my feet in each hand, and opened my legs scissor-like and said, "We need to do it again." The dream memory of us doing it before filled my mind, and it was gooooood. For some reason I felt like I needed a shower, so I said "Ok but after I shower." Then I snapped my legs shut.

On the way to the shower, I passed by the livingroom, and there was Danny and Chris and my mom and stepdad sitting in the livingroom. Stepdad was being a dick about a clock or something. I looked at everyone in the room, at Danny the most. He was just glued to the TV. I thought how odd it was that I was messing with Wes in just the other room, and no one suspected anything. I felt so guilty that I had apparently cheated on Danny, and sad that there was no going back now.

I went to the bathroom and made the decision that I would end it with Wes, and never tell Danny a word. I would never do this again, and hopefully I could salvage the relationship. I spent the rest of that dream never getting into that shower, rather piddling with a screwdriver and some loose screws in the wall, trying to tighten the loose ones that were set awkwardly in moisture-rotted wood. It was daytime out, I remember that (I remembered that I wanted to make it a point to record the time of day in my DJ).

Later, a non lucid about dating ASTL Ryan. Both of these ASTLs are really cute guys by the way, and besides that and both being married ASTLs with kids, I have no idea why I dreamed of either or both of them in this way. Anyway, I was with Ryan in a conference room with other team members I think, and we had just started dating after he broke up with some female DC (not his real life wife). The girl didn't know he got into another relationship, and she suddenly appeared in the conference room, in a huff. She seemed reaaaaally hurt by my dating Ryan.

She stormed off, and I chased her down the hall. She had an expression of "Don't try to talk to me all sweet in a pitying way.." when I grabbed her arm and yelled, "I don't pity you! I'm just here to tell you that you're doing it wrong." She was like "Doing WHAT wrong?" I said "Look, y'all broke up, now we're going out. If you want to pine over him like this, then you're not hurting me or him, just you. You're supposed to move on and find someone to make you happy, not continue on in misery over someone you can't have anymore. YOU are you only true love, when it comes down to it. So you have to take care of yourself. Well, when you have kids, then they become you're true love, but you know what I mean." She had a look of understanding dawning on her face, and she said "Thank you" and meant it.

So I galloped back to the conference room, ready to proudly convey my triumphant story to Ryan, and how we were all cool now (if only it were that easy irl). Well it wasn't that easy because I got distracted on the way as I walked past a room making some amazing looking skillet bread. These lovely loaves were springing up all over these baking stations, in white hot wrought iron flat tops. Then I remembered Ryan. I ran like lightening to the original conference room, but the door was locked, and the room was dark and empty. I pounded the glass and said DAMNIT! I was really bummed.

Then Ryan appeared in the doorway of an outside stairwell just behind me. I was happy again Why aren't these fuckers this cooperative in my lucids?? I regaled the tale of his ex to him, and he seemed satisfied. We went outside and down the stairs, and sat on a bench looking out over the sea on a cool, cloudy day. It was nice. I put my hand on the back of his neck (this guy is super muscular, by the way. Premature gray hair and lovely blue eyes, whereas Wes is blond, has HUGE saucer like blue eyes, and looks like a grown up Ralfie from Christmas Story). Then my hand moved down to his muscular shoulders, and I began massaging them. He reciprocated by turning toward me, and pulling me to him, allowing my to lay my head on his broad chest. My jaw felt really tight and awkward (I think I may have been lying weird on my pillow irl). Otherwise, I would have started macking down on him right then and there.

I woke up then, and was confused as to why I had just had 2 ASTL dreams that were so similar. Note that in the second one, it was in a universe where I wasn't and hadn't been with Danny. When I woke up between those 2 dreams, it woke up real life Danny for a moment. He said "Did I wake you?" and I said "No I just woke up from a dream. It wasn't a really good dream anyway."

I remember playing in a great tournament of League of Legends with one of the big teams, SKgaming. I was playing as a champion called "Amumu", and I was playing terribly, losing them the game. I suddenly get my skills back in order and I play good enough to win us the game, annihilating the enemy. I remember boasting about playing with SKgaming to someone, I'm not sure who though.

I remember being in a car with a friend of mine and my neighbour called Jan. Apparently my neighbour burrowed our sofas (I then see my grandmother's former house, which is empty at the moment). We park at the parking lot near my home, and I see the sofas. My neighbour just casually lifts one by himself and starts moving towards my home. I tried lifting one by myself but the dream ends before anything else.

I dreamed that just like when getting ice cream in grocery shopping counting it as food is a cheat, similarly dreams are a treat not art of a basic food group.

I think this dream was not really about ice cream as a metaphor for dreams, but rather it was a grumpy response from part ofe to the rest ofe saying that dreams are fun like ice cream but just like it they are optional and not essential. I think this dream may have been from the point of view of the part of me that does not want to put in the effort into remembering dream fragments: the foolish lazy part as most of me thinks of it.

Dreams are like fast cars for others. My dreaming mind added the "for others caveat" since I am not one to enjoy race car driving in waking life. Though I might enjoy it in a dream. I do not consider myself a good driver, though I am certainly competent enough, and I do need to drive every day. Just like we are inside airplanes we are inside cars. I am often in the drivers seat though given a choice I prefer my husband to drive - yes, this is probably not the best metaphor for me. More self-esteem issues around driving. Although even pancakes have some self-esteem issues for me: I feel my mother-in-law makes much better ones than I do.

I dreamed that dreams are like pancakes.

How are pancakes like dreams? I shape my dreams and cook them. They may start out shapeless and liquidy, but them they solidify like magic. When I eat my dreams, they become part of myself. Dreams are often circular: no end and no beginning, and often repeat. One can toss a pancake in the air, and watch it float like a magic carpet in a dream. Most people like pancakes/dreams. Just like a pancake may have blueberries or something else in it, a dream may hide a gem worth discovering. You pour syrup over a pancake to make is taste better and sweeter, and at times we disguise our dreams to be more palatable to ourselves. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and yet we hurry through it, and dreaming can similarly have a crucial often insufficiently recogniZed importance. My dreams spiritually nourish and sustain me. I do not have time to make pancakes except for on the weekend, and part of my mind has been fighting the dream recall effort as too much for everyday life. Just like pancakes dreams are shaped by culture (different international variations), there are family recipes, and individuals can experiment with making their own variations. Each of us can have our own pancakes, but it is possible to share a pancake (and many people claim one can share a dream). Even my picky water younger son likes pancakes, and dreams can appeal to everyone.

This is my third metaphor for dreams in my dreams: fish, airplanes, and pancakes. Unlike fish airplanes soar free instead of being confined by self-censorship to an aquarium, but unlike airplanes pancakes become part of me and are not up there but close at hand. Fish are slippery, airplanes and solid, and pancakes not so much - one can shape a pancake, whereas an airplane comes in a certain shape and cannot be actively changed. One can consume fish and pancakes (sort of like the biblical spiritual food of fishes and loaves of bread) whereas airplanes consume one. Will I let my predefined dreams consume me, or will I through dream interpretation and later through lucid dreaming redefine my dreams and incorporate them into myself? I am hoping for the later. I want to be in charge of my dreams! Though I am also in charge of my fish: I control every aspect of their environment in my fish tank - it is up to me whether they live and thrive or die. If I put in the effort and with proper knowledge I can control mg fish, though I may prefer to observe their antics instead and be surprised by what they teach me about nature. I can also control an airplane, but only if I am the pilot, not as a passenger in a commercial flight. Airplanes and dreams allow us to fly: something we humans long for. Pancakes are not as ordinary as they may appear, and baking pancakes or bread is an activity that shows greater sophistication, a higher level of culture - though airplanes are much more technologically advanced. Fish in the aquarium hobby appeal to aesthetics, whereas pancakes appeal to our taste buds - I am engaging a new sense here. Airplanes had added a louder sound, though fish tanks also have a sound component which is a white noise, but they ate not as loud as airplanes. Oh, and pancakes are much more mundane and approachable than airplanes: despite the potential for too much effort for every day pancakes, they could become an everyday food if I were motivated. Fish are part of my everyday life. Airplanes are not. Both fish and pancakes are something I am competent and capable at, whereas at least in waking lives I do not know airplanes on such a level and I rely on others to control (though in my dreams I could of course pilot an aircraft.

Part I: The Flooded Plaza

I was in a rather busy plaza, around evening or morning. It's always so hard to tell when the sun's coming up or going down in your dreams. Still, this was no ordinary plaza. No, not only was it of a purple color and very futuristic, but it was flooded to the third story. I walked around, or rather, I swam around, going along these floors as many others did. I came across a Gamestop on the third floor. Around here, I didn't have to swim, but I was belly-deep in water, and my shirt was suddenly gone. Now I was walking around the store -- which ironically didn't sell games but instead shirts and accessories -- with my my muscle-gutted torso lugging bare. I considered purchasing a shirt, though they were all very expensive, ranging from $7.00 to $18.00.

Needless to say, I didn't buy a shirt. Instead, I waddled in the water over to the accessories stand. There, there were 3 guys sitting on stools, and I sat on the remaining stool. The man nearest to me, a guy I know in real life who had shaggy brown hair and a relaxed face. He suddenly asked me "Are you a Halo master?" I replied with a questionable face. He then continued "Well, he's a... and he's a... and that guy's a... So I assumed you're a Halo master." What logic, I thought. They were all something so I had to be something specific, of course he never actually said what the others were.

He went on, asking something about if I were offered to stay up for nights on end to become said Halo master, would I take that offer. I hesitated and replied "Yeah. Yeah." just to please him. He then smiled and nodded "See, I knew it.", and that was the end of that.

I searched through the little booths of accessories, just a bunch of ugly rings and bracelets. I got up, walked by one of the guys, who was now a humanoid shark, and said "Don't mind me." as I searched in the bin nearest to him. He replied in a deep, black voice "What you sayin' to me? Shut up." and I replied "Hey, relax. I'm just passin' by." and didn't find anything at all.

I found a wet shirt in my pocket and put it on, cold as hell as I was. I then swished out of that store to try and find my parents. This thought kept going through my mind about how I missed going to juvenile hall this morning. Oh well, I thought. It'll just go on my criminal record.

Part II: The Broken Race with Megaman

I woke up briefly, then fell asleep again. Don't really remember what time.

So here I was in some sort of robotic suit in this parking complex, no real clue what I was doing there. I was supposed to find someone, and I did, soon. This smaller man was with me, dressed as Megaman from the video game of the same name. He annoyed the hell out of me, but I don't remember what he said that annoyed me. All of a sudden, I saw these three people. One girl, a hot broad in leather and a 50's hairstyle, a fat man in leather, sunglasses and an Elvis hairdo, and a skinny guy, I'd say the brother of the fat guy judging by their appearance. They started talking smack to me, and in response my robot suit suddenly changed, made this huge transformation. Suddenly I was rugged, muscled and covered in badass spikes.

I was intimidating, but they wouldn't have any of it. They got on these Tron-esque bikes and drove off. I was supposed to catch them, but I didn't have a vehicle. That annoying little Megaman kept saying "Hurry up! Catch them!" but what could I do? I didn't have the means to chase them. The dream soon ended without success in my mission.

Notes:

My dreams usually have video game aspects or characters in them, so it makes sense that this was no different.
I have had this feeling of needing to go to Juvy before in my dreams, though I don't know where this feeling originates from.
I was strangely accurate to my actual self in the plaza scene.
I never did find my parents.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, I shouldn't worry about my body. Or maybe, I'm stronger than I think.
This was a very odd dream.

(Once Upon a Time, Supernatural and Cthulhu Mythos. Apparently.)
I am Snow White's daughter, but I'm not Emma. I have an older brother who looks like Charming, while I look like mother did when she was young. I also have two younger siblings, a two year old boy and a newborn. Our parents have gone missing and we don't know what has happened to them, in actuality they have disappeared to another world and gone to war. They've left us to care for the young ones, I'm worried I'll never see our parents again. Our own world is filled with demons, even the hospital is infested. Such that when I see my brother walking with a portly red-haired female nurse, I'm afraid that he has become possessed. In terror, I watch him from afar. If he has been taken, it's possible that no one in my family remains unchanged. I notice him doing normal things and am vastly relieved. The nurse turns her black eyes on me and I look away. It seems that even they would not dare hurt royal children just because the king and queen are away.

There's a lapse and I'm outside, it's dark. The trees framing the monastery walls are black and dead. I'm looking for my little brother, he has been missing for days. I'm at the edge of the clearing when I see the nurse from the house, wearing a shark's smile, kicking a box under a table. She disappears, I run to where she was standing and find my brother in a yellow shoebox under a long picnic table beneath the awning stretching out from the face of the building. I start to panic, he looks tiny and emaciated. I'm afraid he will starve if I don't get some food into him immediately. I cast around for some food but the place is dead, empty. I start to cry, grief and helplessness tight in my chest. It's hard to breath around it. I'm terrified that I'm being tested, and realize the truth of that fear when I see my options. An old oven is illuminated in the wall behind my brother, and off to my right by the arched red monastery door, are three orphan babies left in the cold. Usually the monks here would take them in. It's the dead of night and whoever left them didn't bother to ring the bell, leaving their lives to fate or to demons.
Upon seeing the oven I felt a surge of hope, I could bake something for my brother to eat. He wouldn't die! Then I saw the freezing orphans and knew I had to make a choice.
"No no no, I don't know what to do. Don't make me choose."
But it's a test, and I have to choose. What do I do? Is it selfish to choose one life, because it belongs to my brother? Will my mother be disappointed that I didn't save the three children?
Indecision tears at me. I pace between my brother and the three shriveled children. I start to sob, twisting my hands into fists in my long black hair. I don't want to choose, I don't want to choose. I fall to my knees beside my brother and...
The pain becomes too much for my subconscious and I feel myself retreat. I am myself and the daughter no longer. I'm asking someone if they're caught up on episodes, and it's terrible what happens to Snow's family, that I can't believe what they have to go through.

I follow Snow around and don't participate at all. Like I'm watching a movie. The day is overcast, we have gathered for war games to prepare for battle. This seemingly insincere call to arms is the only way we can meet under the eye of the enemy and avoid retaliation. There's a beautiful dark-haired cat-eyed woman who can't take the games seriously. She knows the true purpose of the call, but keeps joking around. At first she steps up to the man carrying the roster and gives him a salute, somewhere between a mocking gesture and seriousness. When he looks away she grins a little and hops into rank with five others. Snow sees her for what she is though, that despite her attempt to remain a jester, she is very capable and charismatic. Snow calls out that those she hands hats out to will play officers in the coming game. They've all mounted horses, and the black-haired woman is on a black horse with a white stripe down its nose. Snow drops a hat onto the woman's head, surprising the hell out of her. For a second she looks disconcerted, then she smiles and tugs on the reins, her horse neatly side-steps and dances up beside another person in line. She takes the hat off and drops it on someone's head. When the woman glances up she sees Snow's wry look, it also says "you won't escape that easily."
"Aura. Come HERE." Snow points firmly at the ground in front of her.
Aura, the woman, grins at the person next to her and prances up to the commander.
"I don't know why you're so reluctant to help."
"I can't be of use." The humor vanishes from her face and is replaced with sharp deprecation. "My heart just isn't what it used to be. I bet you didn't even recognize me..." She hands a male soldier a greeting card. On the inside is her picture, she looks subtly different. When my vision pulls back from the card, I see a triangular bandage on her chest, indicating that she has been injured. "Besides, do you really want a super model leading your troops?"
Snow looks annoyed but gets called away before she can say that it doesn't matter who you are here, it matters who you used to be back Home.

From where I stand, the sea is a grey choppy mass to my back. There's a rough rock outcropping jutting from long pale grass lain flat by the wind. Dean from Supernatural is holding up a mess of purple string.
"WHAT is this?"
I gesture for him to hand it over, and he does.
"It's our early warning system."
He looks extremely amused, something about how the words and their implications are of this world and alien to the one we are from.
"Early warning system?"
I roll my eyes at him. "Can you please take this seriously? It works, alright? They've proven it." I explain how the string is staked into the ground all around the world and that each attack from our Enemy is preceded by vibration. The direction of the vibrations will help us pinpoint the place the Enemy intends to attack, and will appear on our map. Showing us where to go.
He nods at me, knowing he needs to stop joking around. He turns to the others around us and holds up a map. "The...early warning system," he cracks a smile and I shake my head at him, a little annoyed. He clears his throat, "the system indicates that the next attack will happen in Ghana." But he doesn't say Ghana. He says Ana, leaving the G silent. I hear somebody snicker.
"Hey Dean, the G isn't silent..."
"Sure it is."
"Nope, pretty sure it's Ghana."
"Shut up..."
"Fine, okay, does it say WHERE in Ghana?"
I look at the map and as I expected, there's a rough wooden pin sticking into a mountain range. I think it's a large crescent shaped range, then realize it's actually a solitary mountain at the range's back. I tug on the mass of purple string, trying to straighten it out. I can feel it against my fingers when, hear the sound it makes between them.
"Here. In the hills."
"Let's get to it then!" Dean says.

Myself, Snow, Charming and Dean have gathered with what's left of our people in Ghana. We know that It plans to come here, and we're going to be in Its way when it does. We pretend we're having a meeting, the leaders from each race was invited to the panel, so that we could decide how to handle the Enemy, together. When It invaded ten years ago, It forbade large meetings like this. Snow tenses and runs past me. I catch her arm,
"Hey, what's happening?"
"It's here. Prepare yourselves everyone, it will see right through our excuses." She goes to face the black wall behind the table we had all occupied a few minutes before. We thought that we would have more time.
A woman in glasses with dirty blonde hair rings her hands.
"He's coming here?"
"Don't call it a 'he' Sara. Giving it gender will only humanize him." I frown, "It."
We hear it before we see it.
"A panel? And I wasn't invited? You're in violation of the One Law." The black wall behind the table becomes a fathomless void, and from the abyss emerges an androgynous child. It would almost be pretty if not for its dead eyes. It's dressed in a white and grey skin-tight spandex. Bare footed. Head shaved. The only indication that it is not human (aside from it's eyes), is the lesions from corruption and plague on its scalp. I'm afraid suddenly that he heard me call him an IT and will be violently displeased.
It seems the creature will be violently displeased anyway. It gives us a mad-man's smile and its true form appears behind the child. An giant scaly eye with yellow sclera, innumerable tentacles snake out from behind the eye, this monstrosity filling the room with its vile, suffocating presence. We tense---

AAAAND MY ALARM GOES OFF. >.< WHY?! I was going into an epic battle against an eldritch abomination!

Recall from non-lucid naps, not much there today.

I was in some kind of game and there was moment where a bunch of game characters were discussing types of gameplay, linear story vs non-linear. At some point one game character that was sitting out whole discussion got up and said that it doesn't matter really, everyone was kinda shocked and were trying to get him to understand their point of view, but he was staying on his, while holding some quest object: "Does not matters whether we have one way of life or multiple, if game's creator is good enough, we'll have fun either way, and i trust our creator".