non-lucid

I dreamed I joined a MTG tournament. I got really excited and was eligible for the finals. The finals were when I had to go to work though so I wasn't even sure I could join. I somehow manage to join accidentally and I begin. It was strange however because even though it was a MTG tournament, the 3 rounds weren't about MTG at all. The first and third rounds seemed Super Meat Boy-themed and the second rather Diablo 3 in first person mode. I lost the first round, where we had to run from something chasing us in 2d mode. I won the second round, where it was a 1v1 battle. I won the third round as well, in which you were trapped in an area of 5 by 5 where you had to survive for as long as you could from spikes and blades and stuff. I found some sort of bug where they couldn't reach me and I won the tournament. My father entered my room and asked if I was going to eat diner (because apparently he called me before) and I tell him I'm on my way. I see achievements being unlocked and some ingame currency being added up to 12.000. I was also being late for work but I didn't really mind that much. I felt really happy when I won.

(I've been having so many nightmares recently)

I woke up in my room, my clock said 3:38 AM. I could hear my brother and sister in the living room, and I wondered why they were up. My dad came in and told me that school was canceled for the day because the teachers had some big meeting in Indianapolis. I got up and the dream kinda derped for a moment because I don't remember what happened .... After that, though, I was inside of our church -ew- and I was with my little sister. We went outside because we saw my brother outside. I suddenly sensed that someone out back. That's when I saw someone darting back and forth. It terrified me, because I could feel that he wasn't a good person. I told my sister to go inside, but she didn't listen! The guy came around and he had a knife, a long one, too. I started screaming at her to go inside, but she kept saying no! I pushed her behind a car because he kept getting closer. He came closer and threw the knife at me, with more appearing in his hands. I picked it up (he was a terrible aim) and begged him not to kill me. He said nothing, but kept coming closer.
Then the dream ended.

It was scary... Just saying.

I was playing a game (again). This time it resembled Final Fantasy. I had to guard some woman, whom was being targeted by what seemed to be an armored knight. The game drags on for a while but then the armored knight appeears before me. I approach him and start fighting him but he was too strong and I was about to lose before the dream ended.

I was in some kind of dungeon, and there were two doorways without doors so that you can see inside. One was blocked by a wizard who said that I needed a giant beast with me to enter. I looked inside and saw these huge animal-like creatures walking around inside. The dream changes to third person view and I see Harry potter going down there with Hagrid. He was holding a rope of some kind. The dream switches back to first person, but now I have a group of people with me, a party like an RPG. Some of the people were characters from Persona. We went down into the labyrinth even without a beast. After walking around for a while we met up with another party, but they were hostile. There were the leftover characters, the ones that weren't in my party but could be added instead in the game if you wait long enough and trigger certain actions. We ran and hid, but they found us. There was this spirit thing with them, which resembled some of the beasts in the labyrinth. You could see right through it. It came over and started to fuse with me, kind of like a possession. But nothing happened really, so we kept going. We entered a sort of open and large room. There was a man with silver hair there, who joined our party, but then the dream ended.

Not much of recall today.

I was playing some metroidvania-type game, it had really obscure/weird level design with some areas that while being near each other were also completely different. Also it was switching to 3D view in some areas. There was one dark area with pink spiked strings i had problem navigating through, also later there was some sort of sandcastle area with rather ignorant enemies. At the end there was one entity that constantly transformed between different shapes(i recall it being red rectangle, red circle, white circle and some sort of white humanoid shape) and it had some obscure talk with player character(can't recall it though).

I think the whole dream was inspired by one obscure forum game on different forums that i was reading recently.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

I've always thought, "If anyone ever runs over my dog, I'm gonna beat them half to death."
Well, I probably won't, since that's illegal and everything, but I'd like to, that fluffy bastard means the world to me.
However DCs who kill my dog can expect fates worse than death, yessirry.
That's about all I'd like to add conjecture wise.
I had lots of other dreams that night but they weren't too worthy of a DJ post.

I'm making my way home by foot through a small lawn.
My mom calls me up on my phone.

"Yeah mom, what is it?"

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you that your therapist said that you can't play that Sins of a Solar Empire game anymore."

(I don't have a therapist)

"What are you talking about mom that's such bullshit I barely play that game anyway."

I hang up on her.

"Pfft, some people just have no idea what they're talking about."

I head into a parking lot now.
I see a car coming and move out of the way so it won't hit me.
As I do my dog Charlie comes out of nowhere and gets hit by it.
I freak out, thinking "if this guy killed my dog I'm gonna murder him."
But Charlie's fine, though he limps away whimpering.
The driver gets out his car and I give him a big hug, happy my dog's alive.
Now the parking lot transitions to my bedroom.
The driver is still here though.
After a while I start to notice pieces of dog corpse around.
(They looked like pieces from a stuffed animal though).
Because of this I put together the pieces in my mind and discovered the man was intentionally trying to kill my dog.
I pick up charlie and take him downstairs to my mom.

"Hold on to charlie, I'm going to kill the man upstairs."

For some reason even though I whispered I know the man heard me.
I go into the kitchen and grab a knife.

"Do you think I'm that stupid? I'm coming for you!" He yells to me.

"This is a pretty dull knife! Which means you're gonna feel every bit of is!" I reply angrily.

I go to the stairs and see him waiting for me.

"Do you really think it's going to be that easy?"

I'm not afraid of him in the least.
Fuck this guy.
I run at him up the stairs knife in hand.
As I stab it through his shirt I wake up.

Wednesday 13th – Escaping Prison and Hitler


Non-Lucid

A guy comes into give a speech, while about 100 kids are on an assault course. It’s really muddy, and I have no idea why we are doing it. I decide not to listen, and before I know it, we are all being sent to a place which is like a death camp.

My feet and hands are cuffed together, and a big line of people are stood with me in a dim corridor. The walls don’t even feel like walls, more like damp mud. It’s similar to a mineshaft or something like that. So the guy at the front on the line is reading out instructions, and because I haven’t been listening, I ask someone behind me what’s happening, but they don’t know either. However, they do pass me a pen, so I can write down the instructions and I begin to write it on my hand. The only part I can remember writing is ‘The memory fades away…’, which is confusing because these are supposed to be instructions.

We are then marched outside, and I finally see what’s happening. It’s a spelling contest, and failure is death. I start to laugh because of how strange it is. A guy is called up, and has to spell the word ‘disabled’, but instead he says “kjystiunf”, and gets his head cut off. By now, I am in hysterical laughter, and the man in charge starts to give a speech. A sheet is also handed out with the words on. He gives me an evil glare, and I wake up.

I am trying to remember what was written on the sheet as I lay in bed. It’s one of those things when you know what you’re thinking of but you can’t quite see it. I realize that words are written in Spanish, because I recognise some of them, but they don’t make sense by themselves because I don’t know half of the speech.

I want to go back into the dream to figure out what was happening, so I start to think of the dream again, and I eventually fall back asleep.

I am back in the dream but towards the back of the crowd as another speech is carried out, but I arrive just as everyone is leaving. I decide I might as well leave too then, and I go home. I am sat in my old room, and I realize that I have magnetic hands, which I can turn on and off. I go over to coins, cutlery, and all different kinds of metal object to test my new found power. I can even control it so that it becomes more like telekinesis rather than a magnet. Going over to the door, I see a diary and leaflets everywhere, which are about this kind of thing. I realize that this was what the speech was about, and if you could do it, then you were evil. I go onto Google and look up ways to get better at it, as well as hiding it.

I find a website that talks about a ‘silver ritual’, which is where you take a metal stone, and bond it to you, and allows you to have more control. My mum walks in on me, and shouts, telling me that I’m evil, and that I should be sent away. I have to pack up my things, and then leave. I get a bag and start putting things in, like slippers and pencils and colouring books.
An alarm goes off, which is supposed to show evil people, and my mum shouts for me to come downstairs. As I walk out, I then appear in a prison. My mum turned me in.

The prison is a huge one, with about 12 floors, which all have balconies on, overlooking the ground floor which is the canteen. At night, all of the floor’s balconies move out to cover the gap, and become a place where you get strapped to the beds so you can’t escape. As this happens, I spot Hitler a few metres away, and he glares at me. I notice he doesn’t have a moustache, which is strange. But what he does then if even weirder.

He pulls out a pen knife, which he shouldn’t have in the prison anyway, and cuts part of his head off, down to the bone. He then takes the bit of skin, and sticks it to his lip where it them becomes a moustache. He still has a gap at the back of his head. I watch Hitler as he walks over to some of the kids who are supposed to be extremely intelligent and gets strapped to the bed next to them (Hitler is a prisoner).

The floor them slides back to become balconies, and the beds are moved into the cells. I watch Hitler in the opposite cell, and he is talking to the kids about escaping, because they know how it’s done. The straps on the bed are actually artificial spider webs, and they move in the night to make different patterns across the bed. He takes advantage of that, and manages to escape, but I don’t see anything of him after he leaves the cell. I just assume he got away without being seen.

It’s the morning again, and I am downstairs in the canteen, talking to my prisoner friends at a table. I tell them that the prison owner is my mum (My math teacher is the prison owner, but also my mum in this), but they don’t believe me, because they say that she wouldn’t have me in here if she did. I tell them that she hates be but can’t bring herself to kill me. They still don’t believe a word I’m saying, so I decide to show them. My chair is on an aisle, and she begins to walk past, so I shout at her.

“Hey, bitch!” I shout as I stand up. The whole room goes quite, and she stops mid step. Slowly, she turns around, giving me an evil glare. All of the other prisoners are watching us wishing they could stand up to her.
“Are you talking to me?” She asks.

I smirk, stand on the table, and say “Fuck yeah I am.” All of a sudden, all of the prisoners start cheering for me, and I have the urge to make a speech. “We may be stuck in prison, but this is OUR prison!” I shout, like I’m in some corny movie.

The prisoners get up and bang on the tables, and everyone rushes the prison owner. I take my chance and manage to escape, and somehow Sam is with me. We make it outside, and it’s like we are coming out of a bunker, into the middle of an enemy army camp. To my left, I see Hitler pointing to maps and making plans, but suddenly he turns around to glare at me. I swear, and drag my brother over to an army truck. I climb in but as soon as I do, all of the cars around us turn into those small smart cars.

We drive off, but there is another car of escaped prisoners too. We had a radio, and we can hear Hitler’s men talking through it. They tell him about the 2 cars, but he tells them just to follow me. I slam down on the pedals and swerve around trees. The car behind us has a sniper in it, and they begin to shoot.

I drive us around the back of a building that feels like a university, and we both jump from the car and roll along the ground. The sniper from the car runs past, and tries to speak to us. He says that he wants to help Sam and I, but I am wary of him. I tell him I’ll take his rifle just in case. He agrees, and explains something about being undercover. He also points toward the university, and tells us that there is a party going on down there that should keep us hidden. I thank him and give him the gun back, and we sprint to this place.

We are inside a huge frosted glass dome where the part is held, and it feels like a big shopping centre, but a wedding is happening here too. I spot an exit, and head for it, but a blonde woman steps in front on me. Apparently, I can’t leave, because the ceremony is about to start. I know she is suspicious, so I make up an excuse extremely fast.

“Family emergency.” I say, trying to push past.

“It can’t be that bad.” She says. I need to persuade her, so I come up with the story that my aunt fell down the stairs and is in a coma. She reluctantly lets us go.

My brother and I make it to a safe house, but it is completely dark inside. After being there for a couple of minute, we hear someone coming in. We decide to hide, but the woman tricks us into being found by pretending to leave. She catches us, but luckily she is old and can’t remember who we are, 5 minutes after catching us, and just asks why we are in her house.


Stuff about this dream:

• Writing or remembering stuff you've read is so difficult in a dream. Even more so if it is in a foreign language. Plus the speech had some musical notes on it and I wanted to find out what they would sound like.
• I have no idea why I took coloring books with me.
• Hitler is really creepy.
• Standing up to the prison owner was boss.
• My persuasion skills are epic.

Shoot out
Recall: 4/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in the small town of Bourgette, and I love how quiet it is. I walk down the street and don't see a single person, then turn around and walk back and forth a few times, still not seeing anyone.

I go to find my uncle who gave me a ride here, and he's taken cover behind an overturned car and is shooting it out with the police. The townsfolk tell me he only has to hold out for a certain amount of time, after which the police are no longer allowed to enter the town. That time is 1AM. I look at my watch and there are 7 hours left. It doesn't look good for him lasting that long, but the townsfolk are helping by "crashing" their vehicles in front of the police to get in their way.

I go into the local hotel/bar, where I see pictures on the walls of all kinds of celebrities and royalty who have been regulars here in the past. The rules that outlaw police presence in this town have made it a hotspot for partying, and people come from all over the world for a little lawless fun.

I haven't lived here since grade 2, but when I go up to the bar, the bartender calls me by name, which I find awesome.

The police were after my uncle because he killed a man, some kind of royalty who was supposed to marry a princess. With him dead, it turns out I'm the last remaining person with the proper blood line to marry the princess, who is hot and smart. We get married.

I go back out to where the shootout occurred, and some people are cleaning up. Turns out the locals set up the murder of that man, framing my uncle, so they could recover some treasure during the cleanup process.

Should have taken notes on this dream, it was way more epic than my recall made it out to be.

There were three major influences for this dream yesterday

1)Saw a girl I went to school with in that down posted new pics on facebook, and I was impressed wiht how hot she was. This set up the location

2)The Donner shootout, which mirrored the shootout with my uncle

3) An episode of Ultimate Spiderman where the Wrecking crew would attack the city, then steal by sneaking in with the clean up crew

Sunday 10th – Wingsuits and GTA

Non-Lucid

I’m at school, and I hear of the challenge, which no-one knows about, apart from 3 teachers, Mr Sands, Mr King, and Mr Bejing (A Chinese technology nerd guy). I go over to Mr Sands, and ask if I can take part in this challenge. He tells me that it probably wouldn’t be worthwhile if I did it, but eventually agrees. After school, he opens a secret door and lets me go inside. It looks exactly like a science class room but it’s quite dark. I see a couple of people from my class in there, and shout hi, but they just roll their eyes and carry on working. Mr Sands goes into the back and comes back with an A5 booklet. He leads be outside, and I am back outside school outside my biology classroom, opposite the window. He quickly explains that it is an all-day math challenge, and you have to see how many you can work out in a day. The way he says it makes me know that there is a lot more to it than he says, and the booklet is just a cover.

I’m suddenly in a building, and the walls are grey. I know that I am infiltrating it so that I can rescue someone. Suddenly, a group of fully armoured (Bullet proof vests, pockets with ammo, grenades etc) guys run in with guns. It goes like the new Resident evil film (The one where they are in the underground dome), where Alice is fighting all the zombies in the corridor. I begin the fight them all off, and when I’m done, there are a load of bodies on the floor. There is also a light brown rope, which I pick up. At the end of the corridor, a blonde woman appears, and she is the boss. She shouts at me, telling me I’ll never escape alive. I manage to get past her, and free Sam.

We make it to the roof of the tall building, and we emerge from an air vent. The bit we come out on is near to top, but the top is kind of curved. The part we are at, it has cut out sections, so we are hiding there. I had plans for someone to come pick us up, but Cameron peeks his head around the corner, and says,

“Hey guys, I got a satellite set up, and we can go soon.” He smiles.

I do a major face palm, and shout at him that using the satellite would attract the bad guys. At that exact moment, an aircraft appears that looks like the one from The Dark Knight Returns, but it is a lot bigger. It grabs Sam again, and starts to circle the building, and I decide that I have to get him back. As it comes in front of me, I dive through the wall of the aircraft, and roll to my feet. I go into awesome combat mode again, and fight off a load of guys. I am flipping over them, jumping, kicking and being epic. I finish off the last guy by strangling him with the rope, and his body drops to the floor. The woman appears again, but I jump for Sam, and throw both of us out.

We get wing suits, and start gliding. I look at a map, and point to the top left part of the map, because there are a lot of trees there. Sam, Adam, Joe and I are then together, gliding over the city. We land in the trees, and group together. We know that the four of us are the best team we could have, so we feel confident. I say that staying in the jungle will help us keep cover, but someone else mentions it would be better to go to the city.

Because we are at the top of the map half of the edges of where we are, is the ocean. At this point, I hear the roar of speed boat engines, and the whooping of crazy people. The guys are dressed in red, waving AK47’s in the air and they are very similar to the pirates from Far Cry 3. They see us, and start to shout. We let out a strong of curse words, and run back through the jungle.

The four of us, start to use parkour to get through the jungle, vaulting over fallen trees, running up them and flipping over, sliding under branches. To my right, I spot a vehicle that is half boat, half car. It’s basically a truck that has sides that go out like a boat. It’s in a small beach though so we wouldn’t have any cover. I shout at the rest to get in to back, as I COD dive into the front seat and somehow land sitting in a normal position.

I swing the car around, and drive back towards the jungle, but the guy leader (Who was a woman, and it now a man), shouts something at me, which is to do with capturing us. I can’t remember what it is now, but I reply, “That’s what your mum said!”, and drive off. We arrive in a city and we are driving down a wide road. Behind us, I see about 200 cop cars, and 200 pirate people all chasing us. We all decide that this is just like playing GTA with 6 cop stars. In the car, ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ is playing. We drive around, swerving though corners in an attempt to get rid of them. Realizing it isn’t working, we ditch the boat truck and get onto 4 motorbikes, and start driving through malls.

I say to myself that this looks more like Hong Kong, and that if this is Sleeping Dogs, then I should go to a safe house. I open up my map, but a pop-up appears asking if I want to trade in dinosaur skeletons for money. I agree because I think it’s a good idea. I then teleport to a safe house and the people chasing me disappear.

So I was apparently a dude living in a rather unassuming, small wooden house on the edge in
a large desert area, but on the edge of a forest. I had a dog named Rover, which was a
bloodhound, and I seemed to be a cranky dude at this point. The people of the local town
(it looked like something straight out of the Old West, i.e. Dodge City) didn't like me for
whatever reason or another. They were all dressed as though it was the late 19th century,
despite several indications that we had plenty of new amenities.
So yeah, this shack I lived in was terrible, and for whatever reason, there was a dead
donkey in the dishwasher (the only modern appliance in the house). I don't remember how it
got in there, but I believe that the local townspeople were pissed at me because of it for
some reason. The thing started to get pretty gross and decomposing-y, and I just decided to
say "fuck it" and leave the thing in there for some reason, with me going to go seek out
different accomodations. I remember doing this as a meta decision, because I didn't want
the dream to turn into some nightmare due to the Donkey Corpse, which was pretty
frightening.
So yeah, everybody in this town was being invited to a rather nice-looking dinner party/
potluck, and so was I. They did it as a mean gesture, as they knew I didn't have anything
to bring to this, and would therefore be made fun of. So I decided to work really super
hard the entire day beforehand. I remember standing over a beautiful new Redwood Sapling I
had planted on the edge of the forest (I don't know why I'd plant it there, as the desert
would have killed it), while draining my sweat into a pitcher. It was a pretty gross off-
yellow colour. I laughed, adding a bit of sugar to the water. I now had something to bring
to the party (those bastards would be drinking my sweat. How disgustingly hilarious!)
So I'm on my way to this party, and it's getting dark out. I have to cross through this big
forest to get to the town. Little did I know that there would be terrible wolves and
monsters in that forest. They chased me for a good, long while until I jumped into a deep,
mysterious pool I hadn't come across before. I understood that for whatever reason, the
wolves and monsters could float, but I could sink. So I sat at the bottom for a while,
trying to remain calm and conserve my oxygen.
It was in there that I met this rather gorgeous aquatic woman. She looked at me curiously,
as though she'd never gotten a chance to see someone up close for a long time. She told me
I shouldn't worry, as the sun was coming up and the monsters would be killed. And lo and
behold, the sun came up and the monsters were all bursting into flame, a la Minecraft. But
oddly enough, the sun didn't stay up for long, it just went right back to sunset once
again. No clue why.
I realized that I was going to be late for this party, so I told the zora-like (Legend of Zelda) woman that,
and started running once again in the direction of the village. Of course, the lady decided
to follow me, thinking that it meant she was invited, too. So here I have a nude, teal-
coloured woman following behind me, and she's getting parched with the whole desert thing.
Boy, did people not like me in this town. It was a good thing I made that sweat drink,
because fuck those people, they were dicks. Being as how it was an olden-timey desert town,
I implored the woman to stay in the horse drinking trough outside of the party while I drop
off my drink, and that we'd find her more suitable accomodations as soon as the stupid
party was over.
I go inside one of the houses, and there's a fairly nicely laid-out long-table with all
kinds of stuff on it, and a few dozen people sat around it. They didn't seem to enjoy the
look of me when I came in, but I didn't mind too much. I sat the two pitchers of my sweat-
water down, and they were immediately and greedily poured into glasses. I wasn't offered
any, haha.
Everybody *loved* it, and asked me what I called such a delicious concoction. I just told
them it was something I brewed up after doing a lot of work on the forest, so just call it
"work-water".
After the party, I find out that some asshole's tipped over the trough with the lady inside
it (let's call her Meagan for convenience, as she really reminded me of a female friend of mine), and she's now getting pretty dried out. So I
have to find her something. I run over to the town's water tower and fill a bucket with it,
and proceed to slowly pour it over the poor lady. Meagan thanks me and seems to start
liking me. So I guess I now have a Zora-Lady for a girlfriend. I decide to try my hand at
the Inn on the one side of town. Maybe she can sleep in the bath-tub for tonight. We walk
up to the place, but before I can even knock on the front door, the man who runs it (who
wasn't at the party) opens the door, pushes me and generally acts like a douchebag.
I then say "fuck it" and find out that there's a train heading out of this place. We both
hop aboard it (stowaways because they probably wouldn't let a Mermaid-lady onboard), and we
ride off to a big city that was vaguely similar to Montreal, all the while Meagan was
cuddled up against me. Nude, wet woman on top of me? I can dig it. When we got there, we
started a pseudo-montage of us doing awesome things, me trying to find her places to keep
hydrated finding a place together (of course it had a swimming pool, lol), and eventually
enjoying ourselves quite well.
But yes, for whatever reason we come across you and my friends Sam and Russell, and we all
decide to pile into a car and drive back to my shack. I'll assume maybe a year has passed.
We get there, and not much has changed. My dog Rover seems to be in perfectly good health
and shape, as he had been eating rabbits or something. The Donkey corpse was still there
(we eventually just hauled it out of the house and buried the entire dishwasher, not
wanting to touch the corpse), but we noticed, strangely enough, that none of the residents
were in the town anymore.
Russell surmised, upon looking into the building where we had the party (with the table
still there, but no food laid out anymore), that they left because the mines nearby had
gone dry. It was now a Ghost Town, just like an old western movie. It was pretty cool, now
that the douchebags were gone.
Of course, I wake up at this point because the alarm goes off, but I go right back to
sleep, too interested in the dream.
In it, we all decide to go south for a vacation, and eventually find a very cool place that
looked vaguely like the Zora River. Going further down it, we find a waterfall and, behind
it, a city filled with aquatic fish-people. Meagan is quizzical, as the water is almost
body temperature. She was used to very cold water, but when she got in, this look of utter
delight washed over her. I followed her in, and you guys went off and chilled by the
wayside.
She went up to a rather cool looking Zora Dude, sitting on an underwater couch, and she
immediately recognizes him. She tells me that he was an old boyfriend of hers, but they
were just good friends at this point. He knows all the awesome party places in any given
city, so he ushers us further into the underwater city, and *all* of us get down and funky
at this awesome dance party.
Then I woke up enough to write this.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

February 7th 2013

I remember doing something or the other, and then remembering this video game I have.
It's kind of like Grand Theft Auto, but I thought it was much better.
I transition to playing the game (the screen of the game taking up my whole field of view of course).
I start to just drive around, it's nighttime and I'm in a black SUV.
I was getting kind of bored though, I remember that I wanted to get rich since there was so much things you could do in this game if you had a lot of money,
but there were just no quick easy ways of doing it.
So I decided to just play whatever mission I was doing last.
I start the mission and immediately remember why I stopped doing them in the first place.
In this mission you're supposed to drive a 16 wheeler filled with gasoline to a certain destination.
The problem is on the way there there are a lot of turns you have to make while going at high speeds, there are even walls in your way, and the whole time you're getting chased by cops and stuff.
I decide I'll do it anyway since I have nothing else better to do.
In the beginning you have to smash your way through the doors of a garage, which is difficult because if you're not careful your truck will explode.
I get out on my first try and head off.
The last time I played I went way too fast in the beginning trying to outrun the enemies and then crashed into a wall, so this time I tried to take it easy a little.
I notice something, there aren't any enemies behind me. A glitch maybe?
I decide to count my blessings and move on.
I come to one of the turns, it's still difficult with the size of the truck and lack of maneuverability but I manage.
I continue on making sure to go at a steady pace, and eventually I make it to a grassy clearing.
I continue on going in between various trees.
My passenger makes a comment about not liking going through them.

"I hate paths through trees, paths through trees suck!"

He takes out a little business card.
On it it says "John[case sensitive][email protected].

"Email me here to send me any pictures of paths through trees you have."

I think to myself, "Is [case sensitive] a part of his email address or is he just saying that it's case sensitive?" (When I probably should have been asking "Who the fuck are you talking to?")
Were almost at our destination...
when I transition to my grandma's apartment. My dad's there too.
My grandma is telling me that I'm really athletic, specifically more athletic than a brazilian soccer player.
I tell her that this is simply untrue.
Whilst we argue about my athletic prowess I can here my grandpa calling me to his bedroom.
I go to him. I'm beside his bed, he has a breather hooked up to him, he doesn't look like he has very long.

"You know, I was thinking about my son, about how this may be the last time I ever get to see him. But the farther I seem to get from him, the closer I get to all my other family members who are no longer here."

This is what he says to me as I sit there.
Whilst pondering his sage like epiphany the dream destabilizes and I wake up.

My grandpa is well, dead, and this isn't the first time he's been in my dreams since his passing.
The last time I was, again, by him at his death bed.
However, I never went to his death bed in waking life.
It was too emotionally painful and I didn't want to see one of my family members die as it would tear me up inside.
Perhaps I have dreams about being at his death bed because I secretly wanted to be there?
Perhaps...

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Okay, this is a pretty cool dream, and I'm going to tell you why.
During the day my mind was plagued with a certain predicament.
Usually a nightmare is one thing, like a scary monster or a gangster who wants to kill you.
Which is why I like calling them knightmares (so original), they're warriors of fear.
But what happens when your nightmare isn't one thing?
What if it's all around you?
I'm talking about, of course, zombie apocalypses.
Now I've experienced way more than a few of these, and here's what the difference is between them and regular nightmares.
Say I become lucid when a gangster has a gun to my head.
What do I do? Use telekinesis to snap his neck, nightmare over.
But if you become lucid during a zombie apocalypse, what are you going to do?
I mean, I'm sure any of you guys could just teleport to a different dream but I can't as of yet so bare with me.
You could try and kill all the zombies you see, which you could do pretty easily.
However, the world has still ended, there's no one around to interact with at all.
You're doomed to forever wander the wastes.
So, you haven't beaten the nightmare.
Why? Because the fear from this nightmare doesn't even come from the zombies.
It comes from knowing that you're alone, in a desolate world, where every human being who once lived wants you DEAD.
The nightmare is literally the ground beneath your feet.
Well, I guess you could just destroy that too.
If you're for some reason powerful enough to summon a world ending black hole but not enough to make a portal to a happier place, that could solve your problem.
I mean, the dream would either end or create a new scene.
However I doubt anyone is like that.
Passive control a cure that gets distributed?
Maybe, but with my thinking mind I'd wonder, "How could they deliver a cure world wide when 90% of the population is either dead or zombified?" and that solution probably wouldn't work.
So I had reached an impasse, even if I become lucid during a zombie apocalypse (which I have), there's no real way to stop it.
I mean, I wouldn't be as scared but I still couldn't say I beat the nightmare.
Or so I thought.
This train of thought happened to leak into my dreams, causing, why yes, a zombie apocalypse dream, and my theory was put to the test.


February 7th 2013

I'm running away from some zombies with a couple others.
We were ambushed by some earlier and are trying our best to get away from them.
We get to a clearing but more zombies emerge from the trees.
We run the other direction and are ambushed by more, we ran right into a horde.
I'm being chased by multiple zombies now and am running for my life.

"Oh christ, I gotta do something fast!" I think to myself.

I start to try think up a way out of my current predicament.

"I'm not being chased by zombies, I'm on the set of the walking dead!"

I will this to be true with every fiber of my being and it is made so.
I continue running but now I see cameras on cranes of to the sides and a director sitting on his chair.
Realizing that the zombies are just actors I decide to get close to one to see how they look since obviously they won't try to grab me or anything.
I see the face of one, she has a greenish greyish complexion with crazy brown hair sticking out in all directions, her eyes look blood shot and dead, but otherwise she look like a regular person.
I veer off to one side and see a zombie without the top part of his head.
It looks so real that it actually scares me. I head off.
I can see one of my friends, who I believe is Shane, and decide to follow him down a path.
I come to a fork in the path and run down the wrong way.
I can hear the director yell in the background.

"Go the other way!"

I did this purposely to test just how real this reality I had created on the spot was, and whether or not the nightmare would return.
But it didn't, I'm still on set, which means I have to keep running or the director's gonna get pissed! I veer off back to follow Shane.

"There you are!" He calls to me.

We continue to run down into an alley way and scene is over.

"Cut!"

The alley way is where the director is, along with a couple other actors.
Among them is the guy who plays rick.



Yeah, so that's a simple solution to the problem, use passive control to make yourself be on the set of a zombie movie/tv show.
Though, since I was semi-lucid I had a lot more power than I do regularly.
In hindsight I should have given that whole theory more thought.
However, dream me seems to think best on his feet.
Also, the reason I became semi-lucid is because Zombie Apocalypses are a dream sign that even dream me recognizes.
Well once again my conjecture is longer than my actual dream. Damn.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Another dream from the night of the 7th, a few more of those coming.
My friend Elmer is referenced in this dream, which is odd.
I almost never actually see his DC.
Also, realizing that the past dream I had was actually a dream, only to still be dreaming just in a separate dream, is something that happens quite a lot.
Though it wasn't really a FA, since I never woke up, I just transitioned.
(P.S. Me and my friend are not meth drug dealers, just to be clear).


February 7th 2013

I'm at my house and some people are at the door.
Apparently there here to purchase meth from me, but not just meth.
Some kind of special meth dessert.
Apparently my friend Elmer was supposed to make it for them but he wasn't around, so they asked me too, and surprisingly I knew how.
I told them to give me a second and went into the kitchen.
I took out some meth I had lying around among other things.
When I was making it it felt second nature to me, as if I had done this many times in the past.
Then it was done, a small strawberry pastry laced with meth. I handed it over to them.

"Sorry but I couldn't find any whip cream, must have ran out."

It was a pretty cute looking pastry, looked like something out of an anime, although it's container barely held it.

"Eat that and it will get the two of you high, guaranteed."

They seemed satisfied with my results and were on there way.
When they left I could here a racket going on outside.
I went to go investigate and opened my front door to take a look out side.
A bunch of kids were playing around on my doorstep.
Hey I knew these guys!
Among them were the people I know, Matteus, Mihn, Bradley, and another who's face I can't remember.
They were all playing around and laughing, I decided to join them.
It was here when I started to mention that I had been to the moon earlier when a painful click went off in my head.
I wasn't on the moon earlier, that's impossible!
Oh no, that was all a dream? I can't believe it.

Oh the irony of dreams, so painful in retrospect.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Okay, this was actually a pretty cool dream.
I'm not sure if I've ever had a fight like this that was this intense.
Even though it was non-lucid, it was pretty awesome.
Although to be honest, it was a pretty short dream (only a few minutes),
I just added a lot of padding and description so it wasn't just "I fought someone in a cage arena".
And trying to describe what actually happened in the fight was difficult too.
You don't really take too much note of things, you just fight, and try to win.
At some points your body just kind of moves on its own.
Hopefully I can have a fight while lucid so I can take note of more details.


February 10th 2013

I belong to a secret organization.
An organization that breeds the greatest soldiers known to man.
We are similar to the CIA POOs(Paramilitary Operations Officer), we have unmatched skill, are top notch assassins, and work in complete secrecy.
Technically speaking, we don't exist.
I am an up and coming apprentice operative.
Each of us operatives is assigned a handler, they're our boss, our mentor, and our secretaries (as in they handle all the paper work).
Today my handler has brought me to some sort of warehouse.
In it is an arena with a fence cage surrounding it.
We aren't the only ones here though.
There's another operative here as well.
She's about my age (around 17).
She's wearing a dark green bullet proof vest, black pants, and surprisingly a mask.
It's oval with no physical features on it, though it has a nice looking design painted on it.
The only physical characteristic I can make out about her is her long dark hair.
I know exactly why I'm here.
Apprentices such as myself need to pass a certain test before we become full fledged operatives.
A fight to the death with another operative.
This girl is my opponent it seems.
I have no qualms about doing this, I've been trained my whole life for this moment.
And I most certainly don't intend on losing.
We both enter the cage and our fight begins.
I charge at her.
She's pretty fast, unfortunately for her I'm faster.
We exchange blows with one another, I can tell I'm the one here with the superior strength.
She jumps backward, realizing a direct engagement won't work against me.
My heart is racing, I've never had a fight like this before.
I rush toward her, deciding it's best to not give her time to think.
However my hotheadedness doesn't do me any good.
She detonates a small explosive in front of me that sends me flying backward.
I hit the ground pretty hard, but none the less I bring myself back up.
Now now, isn't that cheating?
Since our fight hasn't been stopped I guess not.
This time I'm not going to give her time to pull off something like that again.
I run at her much faster this time.
Now we're quickly exchanging blows while moving through the arena.
She does a back flip to put distance between us.
Impressive.
This time I land a good hit on her.
Now this fight is mine.
One after another I land multiple blows, throwing her to and fro.
I throw one last punch square in her chest and send her flying backward.
She's on the ground, defenseless.
I move in on her to finish her off.
I take a look at her handler as I get closer.
He doesn't seem distressed at all, as a matter of fact he's enjoying this quite a bit.
A shame, even in the end no one cared for her.
Will the same fate be mine one day?
These feelings of doubt don't have enough time to develop.
Now directly above her I prepare to inflict my killing blow.
Suddenly a flash of light and a shock wave accompanied by flame and smoke take me by surprise.
Once again I'm thrown backward.
Her mask, it too had an explosive inside it.
Of all the damned things, how could I not see that coming?
My armor has been heavily damaged, without it I'd be dead right now.
I take a look at her, surely that bomb must have blown her head off.
But it seems as though my assumption is way off, there isn't a scratch on her face.

(It may be worth noting that she looks exactly like Hinata Hyuga).


I see, it was a projected blast, like one from a claymore. How bloody convenient.
She gets up and takes a look at me.
We're both battered and out of breath, none of us will be fighting anytime soon.

My dream was staged in an old barn next to a farm house. I was inside the barn with some old friends from years ago, and for whatever reason they felt they needed to kill me. It was a very calm atmosphere, nobody seemed rushed to get the job done or anything. I had the impression that I knew something I wasn't suppose to or something, so they felt I had to go. I said I would cooperate since there was no reason to struggle (I felt I didn't have a chance). I asked them how they were going to do it. There was a square pool in the floor by the wall of the barn and they said I had to jump in and they would hold my head underwater. I was mortified! They couldn't think of a less painful/terrifying way?? I told them I thought that was a terrible idea and they stopped smiling and acting so carefree. I knew they had done this to people in the past and felt that it was an easy way to go. I told them I didn't want to die (I was terrified of being drowned!) and they just said it needed to be done. I tried reasoning with them saying that since I knew what they had done it made me a party to what had happened, so they had no need to kill me...I was just as responsible as they were for not telling anybody about their guilt (I still wasn't sure what they had done, I just didn't want to die). They weren't buying it, so I started crying. I was really getting scared. They started to seem a little hesitant, and my one friend (Emil) had left, so I felt the remaining two wouldn't be able to pull it off (Jon and Chris). I'd always been closer to them, so maybe they would let me go. After a while Jon approached me and told me not to worry. He had thought of something that just might work so they might not have to kill me after all.

They eventually decided they didn't need to kill me, but I still felt like they might change their mind. I knew I needed to leave the farm but I didn't feel I could leave without my school books. I was now outside of the barn and my books were inside by the pool. I was afraid to go inside and have them change their mind. I saw a girl from my class in her car and almost asked her to go in with me so I'd have a witness and have less of a chance of anything happening, but then I thought that I'd feel really bad if they just ended up killing her too. She drove away before I could ask her.

At some point my friend Shawn came up to me and said that they had worked it out and they wouldn't kill me if I could give them $400 a week. I told him that was impossible, I don't have that kind of money! He just looked at me disappointed and I felt they were thinking of killing me again. I told him I could give them what I could, but $400 wasn't possible. I knew as soon as I got away I was going to tell someone what was going on out here, and I felt that they were beginning to sense that about me. I kept talking trying to make it sound like I was really going to pay them what I could. He didn't look convinced.

At some point it was dark and I was in the field around the farm. I knew they were looking for me. I tried to keep low beneath the crops (don't know what kind, but very short) so they wouldn't see me. I saw my friend Kelly's car in the field in front of me, and I knew if I could just get to that I would be ok. I kept running real low and I could hear them behind me. They were telling me to stop and getting closer. When I got to the car I had to unlock it to get inside and I was trembling I was so scared. I finally made it in and locked the doors just as they reached me. I could see their shadows in the darkness surrounding the car. My hands were shaking and I was fumbling with the keys to get away. I heard it turn over but it didn't sound like it caught. I gunned it anyway and the car shot forward. I was afraid they might have guns but they didn't shoot at me. I kept driving as fast as I could, but it was hard to see because Kelly had this huge notebook hanging from her windshield so I couldn't see through it very well. Then I realized that I was in the backseat and she was driving, so it shouldn't matter if I could see anyway, but somehow I knew that it did.

Suddenly I was at home, but I was my friend Kelly. I was going to call Amy (me) to see what we should do about the whole situation. I knew they would be looking for us and we weren't safe. I called her (me) on the phone and asked if Mandy was there (nobody calls me Mandy, it's Amy). My voice on the other line said to call me Amy and we continued our conversation. We apparently didn't know each other very well yet since she didn't know what to call me, and we were still in high school in my dream. I (Kelly) said that I thought we should tell somebody about what had happened and turn them in. Amy said that she didn't think that we should. She felt that if we didn't say anything it would prove that we didn't plan to and they would eventually realize that we were no risk and stop trying to kill us. I didn't agree with this at all. I didn't know how to convince her that they wouldn't stop until we were dead.

All I remember after that is being in my old bedroom at my parents old house and wondering what to do. It was a really scary dream. I don't think I've had a dream like that in a pretty long time, and I don't think I've ever had a dream where I ended up being somebody else talking to myself as another person.