non-lucid

I had me a bad ass experience early this morning. In a nutshell, I was able to purposefully induce WILD vibrations, instead of just happening upon them like I normally do. Then I incubated a scene (super quickly during those few seconds of vibrations), that was something OTHER than me in my bed in my bedroom. I remember what I did and I believe I can repeat it *fingers crossed* But first, the DILD I had prior to this WILD:

It started out nonlucid, and all I remember is that I was jumping up and down in this really fancy pool at night time. There were some odd reliefs just behind the pool, carved out of a giant rock hill. They looked a bit like something off of Easter Island. Beautiful, well maintained gardens surrounded the pool. Anyway, everytime I jumped, I would come clean out of the water, then hover for a moment, then splash back down. The pool was only maybe 3 feet deep. Like the kind for doing laps. I must have become somewhat semi-lucid because I started wondering if I could create fireworks each time I jumped, like in the TOTM. I was able to do it, but they weren't really bright. I even said to myself, "This is a dream, so light and dark is just in your mind. Your eyes aren't real right now, so the fireworks will be brighter" Not much happened there, but the carved reliefs were becoming more and more sinister looking. I plopped back into the water, and fully realized "Hey I'm dreaming!" and then I woke up.

I was lying on my right side, and felt the urge to roll over. I did partially, then decided to keep in the same position and try for a WILD. I did this indescribable thing that I always do to concentrate the vibrations once they start. But they hadn't started yet, I just kinda mentally went "fishing" for them, if that makes any sense. They came, but the first round was really weak. I tried again, and they flooded over me just like they normally do. Then I decided that in those few seconds, where I normally wait to "open my dream eyes" and start out the LD in my room, I tried to imagine another place. ANY other place. And I waited for it to form on my eyelids, and skip the whole "open eyes" thing, because I believe that's just a schema I created for myself, unintentionally. I saw some bright sunlight and a sparkly blue sky appear, and a window. A huge window, like the whole wall was window. With a little cushion seat. I was still lying on a bed in the same position though lol. But it was most definitely not my room, and I didn't recognize anything outside of the window. I got up slowly, and things were so vivid. I could hear the sound of me moving in the bed, moving the blankets, my skin scraping across the sheets. I wondered if I was hearing residual sounds of my real body moving around in the bed irl. So I proceeded slowly. I got to the window and looked outside: it was a sparkly day, with snow melting away from buildings and trees that were not familiar. Christmas lights hung loosely from some of the trees and bushes. I pressed my head to the window and moved through it. When I got outside, things changed It got darker (ffuu), but I just plodded along down the block. I walked past that SAME pool, which made me mad for some reason. "Really?!" I didn't want to revisit it. Those carvings still looked icky to me. I wish I had thought of the basic ski task though, since at least that water was shallow and I had already been in it. Oh well. I couldn't really think of much to do, and I was getting a bit randy anyway. I found a clothing shop with some women inside, so I went in...

I'll regale the rest of that tale later, Chris is having a fucking melt down over the xbox right now. Stay tuned for part II: sex in the dressing room.

So I'm walking past the dressing rooms in the shop, and I have successfully transgendered. I see a pretty woman in one dressing room, chatting with her mom. I ask the mom permission to have fun with her daughter. I'm feeling suddenly awkward, because I have my thing out, and I'm just holding it lol. No one seems to care, and I know it's just a dream anyway. I still couldn't help but feel a little weird about that haha. Anyway, I start taking her clothes off, when the store manager says we can't do it in the dressing rooms, so he directs us to the bathrooms. He said "Don't worry, they're right around the corner." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. I plopped her on the long sink counter, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like me, but more college age. I was even wearing one of those stupid flannel shirts that I used to wear, and my hair and make-up were all done up nicely. Then I glanced down and there was my hand, holding my dick lol. I'll never unremember that image. I got her pants off, and got half-way through one thrust then woke up. Damn. Sex in front of a mirror would have been cool to watch. Haha oh well.

01-23-2013 -- I'm on some sort of church camping trip with Mike Sullins and the gang. I'm not sure, but I think I was an adult for the whole dream, kind of helping to oversee the trip, and it has been an OK trip, but not fabulous. We're loading up the bus to head back to the church, and I find myself trying to half claim one of the front seats. I am given the front bench on the passenger side, which is fine. Some little kid who may be the pastor's son is given the spot just under the bar that I used to love as a kid, but it doesn't bother me as I couldn't fit there as an adult, anyway.

Mike is driving, and the trip home from the usual camp (from dreams, didn't go camping with this church in real life) seems very short, only taking around 45 minutes, when it always seemed the trip used to take 1 1/2 to 2 hours. Soon we're pulling into the church parking lot, and starting to unload the bus, while waiting for parents to come and pick their kids up. I'm probably waiting for everybody else to be picked up, before I get a ride home on the bus.

Mike is going on and all about how good the Boy Scouts are, and how great the trip was, and stuff like that. He seems to be dressed in a scout master uniform, and the pastor's son is in a scout uniform. But something is said that seems to tick the kid off, and he suddenly stalks out of the room, down the driveway, and out to curb on Page Avenue.

He starts angrily calling for his dad, the pastor, who is standing about 20 feet away, but doesn't seem to hear him. This amazes me since I am much further away, and inside the building, but I can hear him just fine. After three loud calls, his father hears him, and walks over and picks him up. He talks to him and comforts him a bit, then puts him back in the room where I am waiting around.

The boy is maybe four or five, and he starts playing with a little girl who is maybe six or seven. Soon they're wrestling a bit, and there seem to be hints of Indian Wrestling in their play, but other forms of wrestling, as well. Somehow it overflows, and I am something of an innocent bystander, as I soon find myself lying on the ground, half-restrained, with them undoing my pants for some reason.

Right at that moment, the assistant pastor busts in, and starts ranting and raving, and wants to know what the Sam Hill is going on! I think he feels something wrong, sexually, is going on, as they are undoing my pants, and I try to defend myself by saying maybe I should have put a stop to things sooner, but I wouldn't have let it go any further if they had tried to pull down my pants, but he seems to blame the kids and feels they are being very evil, and I am only being foolish.

"What if they'd used super glue on you?" He demands. "It could have taken us hours to free you. Or even days if we couldn't get the proper solvent!" He keeps ranting on and on about how bad the kids were, and how could I have allowed this, and it is the story oh Jonah and the Whale all over again! I don't see it as the same thing at all. I don't see how that story ties in, and I don't see any of it as all that bad, but he just won't listen at all.

Finally I have had enough, and like the kid before me, I stalk out of the the room, step over a tiny fence (maybe a foot or a foot and a half tall, more decorative than anything else), and to the curb on Page Avenue, just like the pastor's son, before me. The assistant pastor is calling after me, trying to stop me from going, and not getting why I was so upset with him, but I won't listen, and I keep on my way. I walk down Page to Stanton, then walk under the freeway overpass, before making my way down Calendula and into the flower tract.

I don't know what the big deal is ... I don't agree with the guy, but its not like I don't still plan to attend church next week, or anything. But strange things are happening. People start trying to push me or grab me. The area is turning into a cross between a sort of an old age home and an apartment complex, though the entire neighborhood I am walking through is nothing but single family homes. But somehow I find myself in the apartment complexes behind the church, instead of in the neighborhood I was walking through. [The apartment complexes that aren't there in real life, but have been in lots of dreams.]

In past dreams these apartment complexes have had fun things and nightmare-style things happen in them. In this dream, they are bad things. I find myself arguing religion and politics with people, while going through unpleasant chase bits that seem to go on forever (though I think they really are pretty short.) At one point I am being grabbed an restrained by nurses because they don't agree with my principles, but soon they are turning into attractive-but-old-fashioned school teachers who have a sort of Stepford Wives sort of vibe to them.

I burst out of one apartment complex into a sort of hilly area, where I find myself trying to cross the hills while avoiding dangerous flaming horses. Since they are in groups of four, they just might be the four horses of the apocalypse. Strange and spooky. At first I try to hide from them, but then I find four of them right next to me in a wide open space, so all I can do is ignore them and hope they ignore me, or if they don't, hope I'm powerful enough to survive them.

The entire time, both political and spiritual arguments continue to go on in my head. I manage to get out of the hills and into another of the apartment complexes, but I'm still being chased by the old-fashioned brunettes, who are trying to wrestle me to the ground and restrain me. I don't understand why I find myself saying it, since it still seems to me that he was the nut, and the one in the wrong, but I suddenly speak out loud and say "Fine! I'll apologize to the assistant pastor."

A gap appears in the brick-wall corridor I am in, and I stumble into the lot of the construction supply company directly behind the church, free from all the people chasing me. "On Sunday, after church," I mutter to myself. 50 pound bags of cement start dropping on me. "OK, OK, right now." The cement stops dropping on me, and I claim over the brick wall into the church parking lot.

I approach one of the elders of the church and ask where the assistant pastor is, and he says he left about 15 minutes ago. He looks at me and says something like "You don't look like a process server, but I'm still not going to tell you where he lives or give you his phone number." I end up back in the same room, waiting (perhaps for a day or two) until the assistant pastor shows up again. "Really, God?!?" I kind of announce to the sky.

"Hey Dude! Don't disrespect the Lord!" I find a slightly angry hippie kind of shushing me. "Yeah? Let me tell you a story!" And I proceed to relate the entire dream to him, while he looks more and more flabbergasted as I go on. There are several others here, who also look more and more shocked. As I finish my tale, I look at them, all staring at me in amazement, and ask "Don't tell me the same thing happened to all of you?"

"Oh no, man," the hippie says. "Nothing like that happened to me. Not in the specifics. But in the overall, yeah, man. We're all here to apologize to the assistant pastor because we wouldn't listen to him, man! It's weird!"

Sleep – 10:25pm
Wake Ups – 1:55am
Finial Wake ups – 6:30am
WBTB – N/A

- My parents bought me a puppy. He was brown bit I’m not sure what breed he was. He was always super hyper and would run randomly between rooms for hours.

Most of my relatives were all in my living room. They had brought some of their dogs with them. There were about 4 extra dogs now running all around the house. I went into my kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. The door was open to another room and inside my dad and youngest uncle was making a podcast about something. They asked if I wanted to be part of the podcast. I declined and walked away.

- I was watching a video on my laptop in my room. It was off a website and it was about children who supposedly had some sort of super powers. It mostly consist of children aged about 12-13 waving their arms around trying to make something happen.

Two scenes stood out. The first was an animal getting hit by a buffalo but the first animal didn’t care or seem to notice it was being attacked. The second was the last scene and it had a small African boy aged probably about 14.

He was wearing a faded green shirt and faded blue jeans. He had symbols that covered all of his body and clothes. One symbol stood out from the rest. It was on the side of his face and it was slightly glowing green. It looked like this.



He had lots of different symbols on him. He tried to do a Kamehameha wave from dragon ball Z and a few other moves I didn't recognise. While doing all this he was talking about the world ending. He then suddenly stopped and looked directly into the camera. It felt like he was then talking to me directly. He then said “Hey you. Trust me”.

My alarm the went off just as he said that and I woke up.

6;30am Thiusday 24-Jan-woke out of a dream.

I was married to a mediteranian looking hansom man around 25 years old. He needed to kill a man for government. But the taget had a good wife so my husband posponed the killing. I PUT ON A Coat then a rain coat off an open rack. I coulden't reach so my husbant passed them down to me. The first thing he passed down to me was a lihht purple dress but I was dressed and just wanted the coat and rain coate..

Putting them on was interesting as it was a bit difficult. Once on the coat turned to ... solid clay ... like protective to bulets or something.

then my very good lookng movie star looking husbaned asked what we could do for the day. He said "Do you want to do "Darts"?." I wondered if he meant, go to a pub and play a game of darts. But he said Denzel Washington is in that movie "Darts".

I said "yes.

First we went to see friends of his.

They were doing something with the inside of his throat. I could see vocal cords and a healthy, pink throat.

The dream began in the night with him already my husband and him needing to kill a bad-man for work. He didn't do it because the bad-mans wife was there. Then it was dawn, we hadn't slept and werenot tired. He asked me what do I want to do. He recommended seeing the movie "Darts" it had Denzel Washington in it. First we went to see a frien of his who looked into his throught. (EOD)

NON LUCID
*Chatting with the mixed girl from my job.
*In a chinese mall browsing a vitiman shop.
*Ghetto fist fight with perry randle.

There was the princess and she sent me and a few other people on mission of some kind, when we were back the place(a building of some kind) apparently was captured by enemies, half of the people went to think up the way to get in silent way, while the other half got to prepare weapons and break in after. I was in 'weapons' group.
I don't remember much what happened between, but now i and two more people were in some room that was made from ice, there was grate in the floor so we could see room below, there was wagon coming that was driven by some humanoid lions. In a bit i noticed that those are not humanoid lions, but the stealth group was apparently somehow carrying live lions of them and hiding in the wagon in a way that it looked like it was piloted by humanoid lions(how the...).
After that one of group that i was in noticed some weird mechanic thing in a wall, dunno why but we decided to destroy it. We were using some kind of grenades that more looked like lumps of coal or something, also i had a few of yellow glowing grenades. One of people who were in group used some magic potion to set up station that increased damage that our grenades dealt, the 'station' looked like some yellow substance splashed on some random ice formation that was coming out of the floor. Touching it made yellow substance stick to my hands, and after that grenades that i threw indeed became more powerful. The mechanical thing had way too much hp, so i decided to use the yellow glowing grenades, explosions from them were amazing and huge, but the mechanical thing was still there. Dream ended shortly after that.

Lucid
I get out of bed and go outside. I'm completely convinced I'm awake until I step out into the yard. Everything is vivid, the grass is green like it's turned to spring, and it's warm outside. A storm is building overhead but it doesn't feel like a threat, I prefer the rain. I go over to investigate the giant hole in the neighbor's yard, there's a pile of dirt like a mole trail. When I get closer I realize there's a huge crab, two feet wide at least, in the dirt. It's dead.
I see another pile of dirt by the mailbox, along with another dead crab. I frown.
"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"
I decide I can do whatever I want, so I go exploring. In the dream (unlike real life) in place of the house next to mine is what looks like a barn, all dark weathered wood, almost looked burnt. I go inside and look around. I take advantage of my unusual clarity. Usually in lucid dreams it's hard for me to hold on to a scene, almost like if I move it starts to break apart. I feel rooted in this dream and I'm full of energy. I spin in a circle, taking in my surroundings.
There are shelves on the far wall, all painted white and full of interesting objects. There are 3 tiered circular racks (almost like 3 round tables stacked atop each other), also full of things. There are freestanding shelves with more random objects. I lean close to a shelf, looking at everything on it. The only thing that makes any sense is a green glass puff perfume bottle.
(http://image0-rubylane.s3.amazonaws....RL-2846.1L.jpg kind of like that only oval shaped)
I hear noises from outside, of the family that owns the barn coming home. I hear the door open and I move quickly over to a small window with a piece of mdf over it. Written on the front are the words "Check the trap below before using." I wonder what kind of trap is below the window, but I don't want them to see me.
At the same time, I'm not worried if they'll see me. My lucidity is tenuous but I know I am in plain sight and they are not reacting. I kick out the mdf board and crawl through the window and drop down to the grass. I see the trap the sign warned about, but there's nothing in it. A huge badger (about the size of a collie) glances at me and then at the trap, then leaves. (I am a lot of dreams where I exit a building through a window...)

There's a racing track outside, the whole family is riding bikes. Kind of. The father is riding this big vehicle...bike thing that has a standing platform on the side for the little kids.

Three Showdowns
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (right brain)

I'm standing with some people when a zombie Frankenstein's monster grabs me and throws me violently against the wall. Then it begins to choke me, still pushing me against the wall. I punch it in the head and manage to knock it back a step and evade it's clutches. But the frankenstein monster is not alone, there is also a zombie, and a zombie werewolf.

The people with me have weapons like swords, so I just evade the monsters and leave the killing to those better equipped to deal with it. Once they've dispatched their monsters, I'm still left with my three attackers. They tell me that I have to defeat them myself.

I run around dodging and landing big hay makers when I can. It takes a long time, but eventually I kill one of them. Then another. With only one monster left, I can focus on my assault more and finish him off more quickly than the others.

Victorious, we discover this is the first of three monster encounters we have to defeat for some reason that is unclear. The second fight occurs on the river in my home town on a set of rapids known as "Lovers". We're able to work together to defeat this single creature. Once it falls, huge banks of stone rise up out of the water, changing how the water flows and sending a violent torrent of water rushing towards us. I lead my part to safety, narrowly avoiding being washed away.

Now, on to the third fight! But I notice we are all unarmed, so I take everyone to my house to gear up. I pull out a sword, a machetee, throwing knives, a fire poke, a large crow bar and some metal pipes. Armed and ready, we hop on a school bus to our third fight, but on the bus I notice our weapons are gone again.

On the bus, a young Bevan is sitting across from us acting like a retard, and I lose patience and call him one. His face changes into a monkey monster, somehow tied to the evil we are fighting, and I get up and sit at the front of the bus next to some friends. Chris sees some guy on the street eating some kind of chocolate bar he's never seen before and exclaims "OMG! [name of chocolate bar]". Next thing I know they are outside the bus in front of a store eating one.

We arrive at our final location, a large hotel. As we walk towards it, large structures and statues rise up from the ground changing our immediate landscape into something like an ancient temple. Again, I'm annoyed with our lack of weapons, but it's too late now. The final showdown is about to begin!

Dammit, I woke up before the final battle!

Fixer Upper
Seemed like this fragment was toward the end of a longer dream that I don't recall. I'm moving into a new house with coworkers. They have found a place and take me with the realtor to see it. I realize it is my old house on Daisetta. But I don't say this right away. In the living room is my old furniture, now very worn and dirty. In the backyard, it looks like a mudslide. The hill of dirt has overflown the retaining wall and piles of dirt have spilled into the yard. The swimming pool is have full of sandy dirty. The tiles on the pool lip are mostly broken and gone. I wonder if I should say that I know this place. I wonder if I should ask what happened. My coworkers don't seem to mind all the damage. They are talking with the realtor like it's a "fixer upper".

I was laying in bed and I felt a big problem with my stomach. It was bulging out like something was stuffed in there. It looked horrible and felt it as well. I was freaking my shit, as it felt it was going to burst at any time. I was walking around and a Monster energy drink can popped out through my stomach. I told mom we needed to go to the hospital asap. I actually remember thinking about me drinking from the can but I wondered how it ended up getting into my stomach, didn't make sense at the time even in the dream. I don't remember much after that.

I was at my grandmas house playing some game with my friend Levi and my cousin Madison. It would switch from me being in the game to us playing it in the living room. I remember being my character in the snow and we would wait for a monster to pop up from a hill. I seemed to know what was going on because I would warn them when something was going to happen. There would be a huge monster come out at the end and we would have to face it. It switches to the living room and we would restart the game and I picked a different character. We started out on a jet ski and I had a stick as a weapon, I jumped on the one with my cousin but I fell off and was stuck in the water, she came back around to save me. My dad walked in at this point and watched. I saw a big mess next to the door next to me. It had a thick yellow goo over everything which was apparently piss from some animals that were in the house. My dad was pissed when we sat there while our grandma cleaned it up saying we should have.

I had this weird ass dream of being on netflix on the computer in my room. I was trying to get out of this movie scene selection in which all the scenes showed creepy images of women's faces as they were crying with a horrid look on their face. I accidentally clicked on one scene because there were no other options to exit and It started showing these images. They looked like weeping Native American women with very horrid looks on their face. I woke up in my dark room which was creepy after that.

I am on a trolley thing at a zoo like place with some other tourist people. We start off into a jungle like exhibit going pretty damn fast. I see a small child fall off on the tracks and everyone starts trying to get the woman to stop who looks like she doesn't know what the fuck to do. We go around the jungle part and we eventually stop and I immediately jump off and run for the hurt child. There are a couple kids sitting next to him looking to see if he is alright. I see he is quite bloody on the face and around the mouth lying motionless. I turn around to yell at the other adults to call 911. I see a stupid adult walk over with a grin on his face thinking it is a little kid injury, not taking it seriously. He sees the kid and instantly changes saying he looks bad.

I had plenty more dreams last night because I slept from morning until 1 in the morning. I was too tired to care about writing them down and went back to sleep every time I woke up. This is what I remember.

Dream 1: Someone was giving me a tattoo on my back under my left shoulder blade. I think I was reprimanded for peeking at my arm which had apparently also been tattooed. I remember black ink.

Dream 2: I was in a store, and Justin Timberlake was there for some contest thing. I couldn't care less, so I was throwing this little stuffed animal cube thing back and forth with someone who was standing in the clothes racks.

Justin looked disapprovingly at me, as if I should be feeling very pleased about possibly winning the contest. I feel like the cube may have had something to do with the contest, like it indicated the winner.

Notes: Oh how I wish I knew what the tattoo was. I don't know if I could ever get one in real life because I could never decide what to get!

Ocitnul jsem se na nejakym kopci u lesa. Bezim dolu a vidim jak tam jdou nejaky dva kluci. Neco jak ofanda a lada. A hned na me zacnou neco pokrikovat. Chvili jsem si myslel ze je to krysk s Juseppem, ale myslim ze to nebyli oni. Zacli na me neco sakrasrticky, neco o cervenejch a bilech krvinkach. Mel jsem pocit, ze jsme se predtim potkali a ja jsem je neco poucoval. RIkal jsem si ze priste budu drzet hubu.

Rekl jsem jim at si jsou po svym a ze ja pujdu taky a rozbehl jsem se doprava do kopce. Za chvilicku kolem me zase probhli a smali se. Dobehli na kopec a otocili se a bezeli zpatky. Delal jsem ze si jich nevsimam.

Potom dobehnu na takovou paseku a tma je vliekej strom prasklej a ohnutej. Je to tma nejak povykaceny a na tom prasklym strome je nejaka kabinka. Ja posloucham nejakou hudbu ve sluchatkach a hraje tam dost dobra pisnicka, snazim se to pistit spatky, ale porad mi tam skace dream theater koncert.

Potom dobehnu na nejake nove postavene sidliste. Jsou to krasny novy baraky, panelaky, ale jsou tam i takovy bloky se skrinkama. Je to hodne barevny a vsechny jsou otevreny. Divim se ze to neni poniceny nejakym vandalismem. Je to ale vsechno opusteny, jako by sem nemohli dostat lidi. Podom tam probehnu nahoru do vyzsiho patra. Koukam nalevo jak je tam dreveny schodiste nebo balkonek a rikam si, ze by to bylo super pro ty street runnery. Najednou sem na horenim patre a tam je proskleny balkon, a tam vidim sprchu a sporak. Koukam na to a je to studio byt. Hodne peknej, trochu vsechno namackany, ale pekny a novy. Rima si, ze se budu muset zeptat kolik to je.

Sebehnu dolu schodama a vidim jak za rohem zabehne nejaka sekuritacka s telefonem.

Pak tam vidim nejaku holku s klukem, tak probehnu kolem nich a slysim, ze mluvi cesky. Skrabu se tam na takovo zidku a ta holka to komentuje jako ze WOW ten je fit a tak. Tak si sundam sluchatka a dam se do reci. Ptam se odkud je, jestli z moravi a ona ze ze severu. Tak se ptam kolik ji je a ona ze je stara, ale nerekla. Potom vytahne nejakou masticku a sunda si triko a podprsenku a zacne si mazat hrudnik, kterej je celej poleptanej, jako ma Zbysek.

Pak se probudim.

Headlights fly by as the rain patters lightly on the windows. The passing of which I've always found to bring back a sense of passing time, reminiscent of what'd I imagine it feels for the passing of stars. Our very own sun, cognizant of its own gliding through the deep expanse of outer space.

There is a driver at the wheel, but the sky is dark and her face remains in shadow. An accompanying sense of familiarity falls over me though. Only one could bring this sense of comfort. Mel. My eyes dart to the left and right, looking for anything out of the ordinary that might be in the sky. An age old habit. One acquired by watching far too much of Star Trek and the X-Files in my youth. Or does it predate that? Does it have some basis in the actual collective memory reality of our species? Perhaps there is a reason we look to the skies. Something deeply embedded within our collective unconscious, the return of the holy feathered serpent of our world's mythologies. Quetzalquoatl, Nehebkau, or perhaps the Chimeras depicted on the hieroglyphs of ancient cities.

Then I spot it. A streak in the sky. Gliding like a banner in the wind, rippling up and down like a wave. A white light radiates outward from its body, lighting up the night sky in the distance. That is it. The feathered serpent. A radiant white chinese dragon, even more beautiful in real life than portrayed in their artwork. Natural and fluent. God-like. Truly a spiritual being beyond anything of earthly realms, but there it is right before my eyes. Does Mel see it? She doesn't seem to notice.

"Mel, do you see that?"

She looks to the right and seems to spot it, but no words come from her mouth. Speechless it seems.

What is that? Another one. Wait, no. Two. Three. Four? Several of these serpent-esque beings fluttering through the sky. That one actually has wings and almost appears to be a gargoyle. Wow, amazing. Something attracts my gaze on the left. Holy mother fucker. What the FUCK is THAT?

A gargantuan entity emerges from the woods on the left side of the highway. Enormous, unearthly, a beetle like being of epic proportions. Its eyes burn with fire. This isn't a threatening being, however. Merely powerful, wise, ancient. It remains still, hovering over the road, observing the surroundings. Is it even living? It could almost be the entrance or the stone guardian of a holy temple - a gateway into the underworld. Into the world beyond the scope of human comprehension, veiled to us by our rigid intellect and desires for power.

I am entering the realm of the Gods.

Or at least some hidden plane. Beings surround our vehicle. Is there even anyone else on the road? Discs fly through the air. My god, these again. Classic saucer UFOs? Those things only appear in my dreams. Wait a sec... Duh. I'm in a dream. Wow, this is intense. Can I even get a handle on this one? There are living spirits all around me.

The sky fills with saucers and spirits, winged serpents with their white light fill the sky. These could have even been interpreted as angels in some cultures. From the distance the resemblance to chinese dragons and angels is hardly distinguishable. Regardless, their power can be felt from miles away, even as they sore high above the Earth. Such an alien power, impossible to say whether as to its benevolent or not. It is just so foreign to our own sense of self.

You're losing track of things, M. This is a dream. Remember not to be drawn in to its splendor. The distraction of your mind's own creative power. This is a dream.

Then why can't I control anything? The usual techniques are not working. No power of flight, no time/space manipulation or ability to alter the entire emotional feel of the setting. This is strange. Is it a dream..?

Wait, that's Mel's brother. I'm in her house. Was I sleep walking? Kid looks like he's about to puke. Either that or he's just really stoned. Neither would be uncommon for him. Hmm, my vision is blurry. I must have taken out my contacts. Definitely sleep walking.

"You okay, DJ?"

"Hah, man. You're totally fucked."

What could that mean? He points at the floor beneath my feet. I stepped in something. A puddle. Okay? DJ holds up a small vile.

"No fucking way. Did you spill that on the floor, dude?"

He starts laughing. You've got to be kidding me. I've been dosed completely by accident. Jesus Christ, how often does this have to happen to me? That is far too much acid in one spot for a safe trip. In no time I'll be going ape shit. God fucking damn this kid. Oh well, there is no stopping it now. I might as well accept what's about to ensue.

Everything is warped. Waving. The walls are alive. "Throbbing with energy" as Terence McKenna says. It has begun. The onset is surprisingly slow. The buzzing rises through my ears, disintegrating my surroundings. I feel the sun. I feel another environment. Where is this? I know this place, I have been before. Though I am accustomed to its flavor, the taste of deja vu is beyond uncanny. Is this still Mel's house? Is this reality? Was it ever? Don't forget, the questions don't matter. Illusions, merely fabricated by our minds to prolong the discovery of truth. There is no stopping this though. I have been thrown into the pool, regardless of my preparation to swim. Entheogens don't hesitate. This is all or nothing and now the walls are coming down. Light begins to seep through the cracks. The environment shifts. A wall to my right now. I am lying down. Windows to my left.

Is this.. my bedroom?

I have re-emerged, back into the so-called "real" world. The collective memory reality. The ingestion of a psychedelic substance within my dream consciousness transitioned me back into waking consciousness. No matter how many times I have experienced that it will never cease to prove fascinating. The human brain truly is a receiver, capable of tuning into a multitude of channels across the cosmic radio. Switch one neural receptor on, another off, and you're broadcasting at an entirely new frequency. Receiving, broadcasting, the difference is the same. Both a generator and receiver of consciousness, filtering the endless waves of quantum energy through the intricate networks of evolutionary design.

Is this reality any more real than the one I was just experiencing? I noticed no gaps between my perception. It was but a continuous flow. Sleeping into waking. What is different? What was ever different? Is the reality tunnel we send our gaze through any less relevant there than it is here? When all is said and done, life is just a memory after all. An ephemeral thought. A dream.

I took a 2 hour nap with remee and started off with theta binaural beats.
I achieved a crystal clear dream. the dream started out at my own home. I was with my dad and my brother. But the most amazing thing happened. My dad was drunk (only been drunk like twice in his life). Different dream scene, everything changed. And i was where I did work for this group of people.
They seemed to be a restaurant, or a shop. I saw my friends from school scrapping out this blueberry
slushy machine. Its hard to remember. But I do remember coming back to the place where I worked in the day
time, whilst nobody was there. I found it scary and turned around halfway there. On my way back I decided
to randomly just start punching the walls and I managed to knockout some of the plastic panels.
The pathway went up gradually and then down. It came out at a mall. I thought to myself that
I was going to buy alot of weed before it was sold out and that was good because its still early in the day.
I went to the shop and apparently they were sold out already. The shop I went to happened to be the shop that I worked for
when I was working in the restaurant. I noticed the guys at the counters. They were all of darker skin tone and I talked to 1.
I was asking him how I could get ahold of him if I came back to this place (Think i was in Zimbabwe) and then i got this
weird feeling. They kept stalling, and they wouldnt answer me. They acted like they were thinking of an answer to the question
I had the weirdest feeling like they wanted to kill me and I started walking away. This place was a mall and i started walking a new direction. I heard a lady announce on her overhead that there were dangerous figures in the area, and i realized that they were just ahead of where i am, but they were coming towards me. I decided to run towards this massive playground. I could see they were walking past, so I slid through a tunnel that I remember linking to behind where they currently were. I was going to sneak behind them and run, but I came out right where they were and it was a dead end. They could see me, but they playground netting was protecting me. He said "you cheeky guy. im gunna get you". They looked dark. Almost emo looking. And then I was awoken for dinner

I was on my knees putting my head over the railing in the spectator rows, facing the middle of some big arena.
The guy who was about to execute me tried to be dramatic and said "die in hell!" as he swung his axe over his head, so I exclaimed "wait wait stop".
"What?"
"You can't say that"
"Can't say what?"
"Die in hell. Do you realize how stupid that sounds? second, im not even in hell yet, i will be in hell AFTER I die."
"So what do you want me to say?"
"Just don't say something that is THAT stupid"
"Alright then I won't say anything at all!"
"Good then"
He then proceeded to separate my head from my body.