non-lucid

Dream 1: Research on LD

I am researching for Lucid Dreaming. But I am not Lucid.

Note: Forgot all details and Forgot all dreams tonight. I dont know why.

6:17 am

Key phrases:

Religion, Maranatha, group meeting.
PLUS meeting today instead of Sunday. Running, in a hurry. There's a hole on the ground. EM also joined. It seems she lives nearby. We were running along a street. I parkoured my way while facing on the tricycles head on. Bea? Talisay?

8:09 am

Cell phone. PC. Blue and red voodoo doll. A path of square stones in the park near our place. Green grass. I used the sim or microSD cards with music on the ground as a guide. Someone helped me.

'twas interesting

I step into my school in a dark green suit
which would normally as that's my regular wear but I don't own a green suit
and I come across a figure in a hoodie whose face was to dark under the shadow to see. He was starting to approached me and his eyes glowed orange as he stepped closer, his eyes started to grow brighter and glowing orange claws sprung forth from is hands. He started to dash about 6 ft away from me when a larger figure came out of nowhere and blindsided the poor orange fellow.This man's eye's emanated a neon blue color
There's more but I feel like this is enough for anyone to get the jist of the dream, this wasn't lucid, but, it was interesting...

None lucid.

Many details. Trying to stretch my dream memory.
So, my first entry ever.
Here it goes.



I am on the road. Not sure where, not sure how I got there. It's sunny and hot. But I am on the road and not alone.
My best friend just beside me. He is wearing light summer clothes: stripped t-shirt, long grey shorts and, of course his most favorite accessory - hairband. He has his backpack mounted. Just as I saw him clearly I knew - we are hitchhiking to New York.
Well don't ask me why New York. But on the other hand - why not? Everybody want to go to New York at least once in their lifetime. Or so do I believe. But how to get there?
We started desperately look for signs to which direction we should go. And soon enough we have noticed few, and after another moment there were plenty of green signs hanging in the air or besides the road. You know, the usual ones. Hard to miss. But strange thing was, I could not recognize what they say! Any of them. I can't explain it. There was written something, but my mind just blocked to contemplate it. In the end, I was not even able to recall was it Latin alphabet or КИРИЛИЦА or أَبْجَدِيَّة عَرَبِيَّة or dubstep song written in words. And my friend looked no less confused than I was.

We had the destination and we were on the road, but we were lost without any direction.

I don't think I have said anything. Neither have my friend, but the conclusion was in the air - we need to find someone and ask how to get to New York. So I turned around and noticed that, in fact, there's a town suburb behind us. Next few moments was kind of a black out for me so it's hard to reason the choice but we ended up... Guess where? McDonald's - probably the most likely station in between anywhere and USA. If heaven was USA, I swear - McDonald's would be purgatory. Anyway.. We were there. Inside. It was packed. "Central McDonald's at 4:00am Friday night" kind of packed, except it wasn't central nor 4:00am. And there she was. A cashier which changed everything.

At that moment I had THAT kind of moment. You know, that Hollywood kind of THAT moment. People separated in McDonald's hallway in front of me, much like water separated before Moses eyes, and I saw her holding her chin in a palm. Everything turned in slow motion as I was looking to the most gorgeous girl. And then I saw my friends head band swinging in front of my eyes as he senselessly rushed to her. Like it's fit for a true bro'.

"How can we get to New Yourk?"
Funny thing, we did not really care about finding out where we were. We just wanted to know where to go.

Now hold on, next few moments are a bit blurry to me, so let me split it.
Girl talked.
Friend talked.
I watched.
My friend figured out how to get to New York.
I just did not care anymore about New York.
We have had one of those fights we occasionally do and it ended up in a known fashion.
He kept on going. I changed direction.
He walked out through the door.
I stayed and asked the girl out. She said yes.
*Wow, really. I, myself, am impressed.*

She said "yes" and immediately we were outside.
Dream became more vivid again. We were in the middle of a big city, full of rush. American fashion city, with yellow cabs and high skyscrapers. Have she taken me to New York? Teleportation was indeed possible, earlier events proved that already. Whatever the case, surroundings was unfamiliar. We were walking through the streets for a while and I had no idea where we were going, but I felt that I am leading.

Just for the record, my friend nowhere to be found.

We walked into a very strange building, and it suddenly struck me like it was the place we were going to in the first place! It was a museum, but very different from normal ones. It was huge square block, all gray and all glass. Sun was setting behind us and it casted evening type red reflections all over it. We went behind it to look for the entrance and there was a sign with big letters:

"RENAISSANCE
Entry from €33 to €55"

My reaction was: "I ain't gonna pay €55 for a museum!" It may not be the actual words I said. It may be there was some bad words involved. Who knows. But then I came up with another suggestion. "Let's have some ice-cream." Smooth, my other me. Very smooth. So we went the other way. I noticed we were not walking anymore. I was on the old school flair scooter while she was riding a bike.
Sadly, we could find no ice cream.

And so the dream ended.
And with it, my failed date.

12.05.2012

The Boss' Escape and The Boss' Prelude to Sorrow (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm outdoors in an PS3 simulated type of environment, and it seems that the day is almost coming to an end. I can see the sun preparing for departure to my left, and it's emitting a bright yellow color.

Because it's starting to set down, this saturates the surface color with slightly darker shades than the original color of the sun. I realized that I'm on a white brick like surface.

There's a few random trees to the left and right of me, and they're all aligned ideally to imply that this must be some kind of magical and large front yard to get to someone's gargantuan existence of a mansion.

I felt that something suspicious was going on for a while, like someone was watching me. I was aware that there were people around me, and even though I don't know why I was participating with them, I could still feel this tingling feeling inside of me that someone else unknown to me is there.

There's was a gate that required access to go further into this white brick like surface path that has fancy trees and grass on the sides.

The control panel of the gate involved taking a Democratic or Republican side; and there's Obama and Mitt Romney to choose from, but they're in the wrong position. Romney is on the Democratic side and Obama is on the Republican side.

After fiddling with this random apparatus, I finally managed to open the gate, and when I do, my feet start vibrating, sensing someone is coming in. I realized it was The Boss from Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater, and she's merely taking on the form of her shadow.

She bypasses the gate that's open, and as soon as she sets foot to this new and unlocked area, she takes form, and immediately dashes for the lake 20-30 feet or so from where I'm at.

She's wearing a slim black outfit, probably just a black version of the default white outfit she wore in the game.

I think people are trying to shoot her, but of course, she's invincible to all attacks.

It didn't matter if it was a hot and deadly laser gun emitting red aura, or if it was 100s of bullets from a machine gun shooting her, she remained calm, and all the efforts from the random dream characters were useless.

I tried to catch up to her, and as I'm going into the lake, I have the dream shifted....

_________________________

12.05.2012

The Boss' Sorrow and White Lotus (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is continued from the last. I'm now in a completely different dream environment.

It's similar to the Agata Forest in Okami:

I can feel the mist around me, the blue atmosphere setting off a depressing setting for the environment. And I finally see The Boss in her white outfit instead.

She's standing from above, trying to tell me something, and I can't recall what she told me, but knowing her existence, it was probably something important.

Especially since every dream character that ends up being invincible is probably someone I should focus my attention to. She stands straight up, and curves her spine downwards as she looks at me and starts stating things that are all a blur to me.

All I can remember is feeling sad, empathetic for whatever it is that she told me. I saw a flash of a young girl in a white kimono:

She didn't look like the one in the image above, but at least it's better than nothing. Most of the features were like that for the one I met for a while in the dream. She apparently passed away, according to The Boss' declarations; maybe I'm wrong in my presumption that the girl died, things are still a bit skewed in my recall for this.

I remember seeing a white lotus making a large contrast from the blue and gloomy environment surrounding it.

I could feel that The Boss was apparently sad over the death or disappearance of the girl, and I could see how much she tried to hold back her tears. I didn't know what to do but stand there and just periodically look at the white lotus and paying attention to the words The Boss was stating to me.

_________________________

12.05.2012

Someone Gets Kidnapped (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that someone I know in waking life, "A," was kidnapped by some kind of dictator.

In the end, he was rescued, and things end up being just fine.

12.04.2012

Killing Re-Deads (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember for this dream was that I'm trying to set up a trap for a group of Re-Deads from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

The plan involves provoking them to chase me in some way, and then I would accelerate faster than them so that I can go through the Prison cell on the top floor. There's a switch I would activate, or a button that I would stand on, and they would be trapped and exploded by some unknown force.

There probably 20 ReDeads going at least 100 mph at me.....

You wouldn't want this:

To come at you in high speed.....

I started stomping the button with my feet like my life depended on it; and some ReDeads were able to get out for some reason.

Other than that, I can't remember what I did next, except for maybe 1-2 dream sets where I was perfecting my plan to kill the ReDeads.

_________________________

12.04.2012

Reading Newspaper in the Library (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's a fairly calm atmosphere in the library, and the lighting implies that it's a bright afternoon outside, since most of the lights are kept at a low setting.

The carpet for the library floors overall was probably green or turquoise, and I'm casually sititing down on a wooden chair with green padding for rear sitting and back resting. I open this fairly long Newspaper, and I can't understand one shit of what I'm reading.

But since I'm completely oblivious in this dream, the action of reading, even though I don't know what the content is exactly, was the more enticing endeavor. The newspaper had a nice weight to it, I could feel that I required practical amounts of energy to unfold it.

I could hear the creases as I'm unfolding it, seeing them expand and spread out, and I proceed to reading more pages of the newspaper.....

Until a random Indian girl from another dimension is talking to me through a portal that's on the left of me. I tell her that she looks attractive, but she tells me that she isn't.

This makes me speculate on my convictions with seeing a women's beauty beyond her looks; and I felt that in this case, my kindness wasn't going to make this female shift to any kind of positive mood in feeling better about herself.

She informs me of something, but I can't recall it too well. After that, I can't remember the rest.

Remember a dream fairly vividly last night. I woke up bang on 7:45am, and thought "Ah, I have an hour until I need to awake! Time to recall my dreams!"
However I suddenly realized that I was in fact supposed to have awoken about 45 minutes ago, and I was in fact very late, meaning I didn't have time to write it down. AAARGH. This obviously meant that my recall slipped significantly, but what I remember was that I was in a pub with some blokes. Not sure who they were but I think they were older than me and I felt a bit intimidated, despite them inviting me along. I think it was the evening time, and it was lit as a pub usually is. I was quite awkward where I was, and at some point went to the bar where my friend Katherine was sat. I don't remember what was said or what happened, I seem to remember a party like atmosphere.

Teacher Comments

Over SSH, I open up the log file of my grading hours to find that the professor has edited it to leave me a message. I thought only I had permission to modify it. Hmmm. Oh well.

Enough

During a break in the lecture, I've been talking with a classmate about how to prove the next major proposition. He thinks he has an idea, so he tells the professor. The professor (who's only about 30 and has a carefree attitude) tells him he should go up to the board and present the proof to the class. My classmate is somewhat taken aback at this unusual request, but he obeys. Of course, he doesn't completely understand his proof (he only knew the general outlines), so a minute later he runs into a problem and his presentation stumbles to a halt. The professor steps in to say that it's a good start, and also, "That's probably enough for today. We'll finish the proof next time." I'm confused again, because we still have a few minutes left in class--plus it's weird that he ended the lecture with a rough student presentation. It seems to me that his carefree attitude doesn't lend itself well to being a good teacher.

Feral Fox

I get out of the car to see a mangy fox running around our driveway. I expect it to run away from me, but it charges! I kick at it in an attempt to avoid getting bitten. Who knows what diseases it might have. It dodges my foot and runs a few yards away, but I'm not sure if I've scared it off for good yet.

Clock Lag

I wake up and roll over in bed to check the time. I scribble some short notes in my dream journal, then check the time again to record when I woke up. To my surprise, the time seems to have jumped forward by five minutes. I check my cell phone's other two clocks. [My phone has three alarms, which in the dream I must have confused with separate timekeeping devices.] First one, then the other, ticks over from one minute to another minute five minutes later. It must be a kind of lag induced by having been in idle mode all night. Soon I wake up for real. [The actual time was about a half-hour earlier than the time in the dream.]

Frags:

• "faster way home"

First fragment was me driving in a bizarre parking lot trying to hide an expensive bottle of vodka from my parents. I backed up really far into the parking lot that is apparently behind my house.. Anyways I hid it in a box under some other boxes and had a very difficult time driving the car back to its spot.

Second fragment was me at work with a broken toe. Last night IWL I dropped a box onto my toe, but my toe is not broken. Anyways, I was walking around looking for random things like toenail clippers and tape, and I kept telling supervisors that my toe was broken and they always said, "Get back to work"

Dogs are getting killed in China from the dog food. I remember holding a red bag of dog food, folded a tiny bit.

Sarah Petrosky (a girl I goto school with) was talking to me about the kissing tower.

My friend Mark Milburn, got a new laptop. i was using my linux one beside him. He said the compatibility was much better on the new one and we could play games. We started playing some kind of circle game where there are crosses and you have to get as many as you can with a circle. Then you capture other people's circles and crosses with your circles. The game was projected in the middle of the room. There was a giant rubber band that and grabbed and pulled back. It hit Mark in the face and cut his nose, the rubber band came back and hit my nose. Someone died, I can't remember who it was.

Mrs. Dana said goodbye because she was going to Mississippi. This was my Sunday school teacher, she already moved.

I was wearing my steelers sweatshirt, I don't remember anything else about this dream.

Last night was the first night ever I tried WBTB. I honestly expected quite a lot, as it has been reported to be an incredibly effective way of achieving lucidity - I won't exaggerate at all by saying I have been tremendously satisfied, even though this was my very first attempt. I could recall a total of three highly vivid and detailed dreams... which were, for the least, tense. Brace yourselves.

N.B.: Those dreams only happened after doing WBTB. I was semi-lucid in all of them; I had the feeling I was in a dream but I didn't always manage to actually realize I had one or take control.

Dream 1: A dream that must well have spanned over an hour. It kicked off in a German class, with me and a bunch of friends being in the classroom where are always held our German lessons. I was sitted at the very front row, a tad on the left. I can't remember much of what we talked about, but I believe everything was pretty normal at that point.

A split second afterwards, the whole dream scene changed into another classroom, which seemingly was one of my school's room that actually exist, but it was reversed in my dream. Our biology and history teachers were present and we were debating about political news in France (and, if I'm not mistaken, about immigration issues). This rather troublesome dude in my class, P.C., was, as usual, pressing his arguments forwards, pretty much ignoring the reactions of both teachers. To his habit of making teachers rather angry, he succeeded once again; my bio teacher had his eyebrows frown and appeared to be slightly pissed off, and so was my history teacher who was resting her hands against a table while she was standing up. I even think my history teacher told me he 'talked without actually knowing the reality of things', something she often points out.

Next on, I end up being in the exam room, where our two weekly exams take place IRL. It actually looked different; although it still had its initial size, it was much more bright due to the addition of massive window panes on either sides of the room (back & front). The room was recently renovated, and they changed pretty much everything; in the dream, there still were the old tables & the old floor, but they were clean, white and neat, whereas the whole place was dirty before. Again, I was sitted at the top front-right row, on the alley side (left-hand side). Besides me, three 12th-graders (exclusively girls, to my knowledge) were completing an empty geography map, somewhat appearing to be a map of Syria.
I took a look at one of their maps, laughed a bit with them, and put myself back to work. At this point, I found myself sitted a bit back; I had moved back by one row and was now sitting on the wall side. A desktop PC, along with a keyboard and a mouse, had appeared on the table; I thought: "Hey, this is cool, I'm going to use it!". What I didn't realize was that I was in the middle of a history exam - thus, as soon as I began typing to google something on Internet Explorer, one of my best friends which was sitted to my left turned his head towards me and said: "I don't think we're allowed to do that.. I can hear keystrokes". Right then, my history teacher, who was watching us all as we were taking the exam (she shouldn't have been here - we always supervisors to keep an eye on us, but teachers are not allowed to do it). She suddenly turned her head and started shouting violently at me, asking whether I was dumb, and telling that using a computer during an exam was strictly forbidden. Meanwhile, I misclicked and accidentally closed the Internet browser (OR it might have unwillingly shut itself down). I bit my bottom lip as I initially planned to use it to show my teacher I was not searching anything related to history; then a blonde gal (A.B.), in my IRL class, shouted back at my teacher and whole-heartedly said I actually did not do so. Needless to say, my teacher ignored her, and the head-of-supervisors (S.B.) came into the exam room. My history teacher eventually told me I was going to be thrown out of school after being reviewed by a disciplinary panel, then I was ordered to leave and follow S.B., but I noticed that I soon as I stood up, the sky adopted a dark, purple shade. The exam room itself also had been shortened; seemingly, a lot of the back rows had been cut out and the entrance door was much closer to my table than it previously was. While getting out of the exam room, I screamed: "Fuck this! I didn't even fucking cheat! I can't abandon my fucking class representative position!" - and I glared at everyone with an anger-filled gaze. We then headed out, into the schoolyard.

Due to the colour of the sky, I would be tempted to assume it was a mid-spring evening, at around 7-8PM. Still devastated, I implored S.B. to help me out, though she only told me the final decision was not her choice but the disciplinary panel's one. All of a sudden, as we walked a few steps further, the sky turned bright, sunny and cloudless, and it revealed the tall apartment complex that faces both the schoolyard and the high school's main building (it exists IRL); a small fence separated the yard from the outter side of the building. In front of the fence stood a lengthy flower bed, and besides it appeared a small stream, which was shadowed upon by not-so-imposing trees. S.B. passed the flower bed then crossed the stream, eventually jumping above the fence, thus making her way in the building yard; she looked up at the windows, seemingly seeking a precise one. She quickly and vigorously shuffled to her right, stopping at a re-entrant corner which I saw from her perspective, while, I assume, I stayed in the schoolyard. From there on, she yelled "David, come here!" and some Edward Norton-looking guy sticked his head through an open window, at the third or fourth floor.

Surprisingly, I put myself in David's shoes as soon as he was called by S.B. I found myself locked in a tiny dark room while I was looking straight ahead, glaring at the sky through an open window; I felt another one was behind me, which would have been the one through which David had shown himself to S.B., but I refrained myself from turning around. A sure thing, though, is that I was exhausted and slightly dizzy. Out of nowhere - or, I speculate, the hallway that would have led to the room -, I heard men shouting: "Go, go, go, he's here, catch him, go!". For some reason, I knew they had to be looking for me. Although a panic wave crossed my body, I did not hesitate a single second before climbing onto that window. I saw a yard filled with fresh, green grass, which was blocked ahead by a wooden fence. I jumped out and started running. The way I was running was extremely strange; I couldn't turn right or left, as my body was being blocked by my left brain hemisphere (and I felt it). The only way I could steer was to move backwards, which moved me a bit further onto my right side everytime I took a step. Meantime, I was running through this magnificient yet massive yard, I saw tons of flowers, mainly red and yellow tulipaes, but my drowsiness and my fatigue badly affected me. I heard footsteps besides me and even though I kept running, I came to a full halt when a special agent appeared behind. He looked exactly the same way as those countless agents seen in American action films, but if I specifically had to describe him, I would say he was a mix between Kiefer Sutherland (Jack Bauer, 24) and Neil Patrick Harris (Barney Stinson, How I Met Your Mother). Withdrawing his pistol from its holster, he started shooting at me.

The landscape transformed in a green valley while I was dodging one by one the bullets shot by the agent. Upon having nearly finished his magazine, he only had one round left, and I shouted out: "Let's see who's the fucking man, gimme that fucking gun!". I did not really expect him to do it either, but he nevertheless executed the order. I spinned onto my heels and the gun changed into a massive, bulky arrow, while a horse ridden by a knight in a fancy, exotic flashy yellow-blue-purple carnival outfit ran in front of my eyes. I forcefully threw the arrow at the horse and it struck him down, thus resulting in the horse and the knight falling down onto the ground, both dead. I walked to the knight's corpse and looked over my shoulder at the agent; "Who's the fucking man, now?". That was enough for him to crumple down and die instantly.

Finally, in the last chunk, I spawned in an extremely tiny room. It had a particular design - the walls, the ceiling and even the floor were made of black and white glowy squares. The best similarity that comes up to my mind is those squares on dancing pads that are used on old arcade games machines. Two of my friends stood alongside me; E.C. on the left and H.C. on my right. H was 'inflating' his head and making funny jokes about his 'big' head, while E was a bit scared but still found it amusing and laughed at it. The dream eventually faded.

Dream 2: This one was a stressful dream. I'll try to keep it relatively short.

Sitting at my desk, I was casually browsing on Internet when my mom bursted into the hallway, rambling around and holding a syringe: "Look at what I've found in your brother's room! He's not even hiding anymore that he fucking shoots himself. There also is the protective cap." The effect of surprise turned into massive worrying on my side, but I already suspected my brother was into 'hard' drugs prior to this event. I think that my brother was hanging out with some friends in his bedroom when my mom went there, or it might have been after they had left. Anyhow, I found myself in my school's exam room (once again...) on a bright and sunny day. There were a few parents, as it seems a conference was going on. I stood up and left the room, thus reaching the middle school playground. My brother was waiting for me at the exit; the sky was sort of orange (as if someone had put an mild orange filter). While exposed parts, such as the playground, were perfectly enlightened by the sun, the slope besides it, which in real life is also bright if the weatheris sunny, were shadowy. My goal there was to bring my brother to the medical room. As soon as we met, he told me he wasn't in his normal state. My mom told me that I shouldn't explicitly declare to my brother I knew he was taking crack, so I refrained from doing that and instead act as a surprised kiddo, but I didn't tell much either. As we were midway down the slope, we entered the hallway that led to the medical room, but it was simply dark. My brother felt he could not make it through the hallway, so I left him a bit behind while he stopped. As I was about to open the door at the end of the hallway, that leads to a staircase, I noticed one of my friends was walking nearby as if we wanted to go somewhere together. Upon opening the door, I saw a black sports teacher - or so I assume; in my dream, I thought he was an elementary school teacher, as there was a whole class of kids behind him. He was grinning at me with an absolutely weird stare, overall looking like a scary smiley smiling. At that point, I did a reality check. I tried to push my finger through my palm, but it failed; as my 'friend' told me to be careful, I attempted to block my nose and to breathe at the same time, but I felt my breathe was either getting blocked or going through. All this confusion led to the loss of the scene. However, I reappeared in a sort of classy, party club lounge, with a huge carpet and immense sofas set on each side of it. At first, my brother and I were among the few people who were present, but additional persons arrived, filling up the gaps. Everyone was talking, and there were some old people (grannies especially) in the first place, who were replaced by young adults or teenagers as people came in. My brother lied back in one of the sofas, passively glaring at the whole scene.

Dream 3: This dream stopped pretty quickly, as my alarm rang a bit after it had started. All I remember is that I was in Africa, in the back shop of some clothes store; I needed to get an avocado, for some reason. It turns out the African woman, wearing a traditional African dress along with a bandana, with whom I was, could not find any; I managed to find two but they were old and tough as rock. She then told me she had apples and I told her I was fine with that, considering I could replace avocados with apples for what I wanted to do. She showed me a gigantic pear/apple that was about two meters tall... this didn't even make me blink. As I spotted a few Asians entering the main store, my alarm rang and I woke up.

I remember being in a world that nearly seemed animated, but it was very dark. I was climbing up a structure with two other guys. I noticed that it was so easy to climb up the chains that hung down, but I never thought about RCing. The weird hanging structure lead to the side of a skyscraper in which I kept climbing up. Once we were up top...someone did something dumb. They started summoning something....The sky was black, lightning was flashing, and I heard this booming voice say something about summoning the demon halloween. I looked down, and there was a long ghost/snake like figure circling the buildings below. It had a giant purple head, and the rest of it was covered in black rags. All and all, it had to be the size of the building I was standing on. I kept thinking "fuck i'm gonna fight this....fuck I'm gonna fight this"....


Then I wake up in my room. It's day time, and there's a letter on my bed. The letter is an invitation to a gambling cruise. It includes 100 bucks worth of vouchers with it, and the first thing I do is try to go to the web site....and my phone sucks.....

I wake up out of my bed again, and then I call D and tell him all the details about the previous dream (there seemed to be more....I think I was actually on the cruise ship at one point) and wake up for real.

Dreams:

First Dream: DVA Castle Found

I am travelling ans searching for DVA everywhere, Mostly in Villages. Then I reached to a village where I found an empty ancient building which is known as DVA.

Second Dream: Surveys on Lucid Dreaming

I am at a village which is known in dream but in reality its unknown place. There is a family who is my enemy and they are Don of Village. And They want to kill me. But I am ignoring them. One morning I wake up and going to the Spot of my enemies with my friends. They are coming to me to kill me but i am asking them that I am here just to talk to you about Lucid Dreams. Then Now they are normal and ready to listen me. I am asking them to help me in research of Lucid Dreaming. Now they want to help me. I am thirsty so I am finding spot of water by turning my head and I can see a classroom going on behind me and I can see a Water Cooler placed their. I am going toward water cooler without permission of teachers while entering to class, I can see that feel bad about it. I am drinking water suddenly I hear a voice of Swords and Guns, I see they are killing my friends and village people. I am running to find my car so i can save my life. Now I am in my car and its raining outside while night time and people are running alone and with their vegetables carts to save their lives and then suddenly one man hits his cart to my car and keep pushing it and my car start moving forward to down road I am so scared and I am trying to stop car by pressing brakes but breaks are not working. and then i woke up.

3rd Dream: Insult

I am living in my old house which we left 8 years ago. I am playing wit my friends in street. I dont know what happens and my elder brother start to insulting me. And took my sister and my brothers wife into his car and I tried to call brothers wife, she also insulted me. I am very sad and sharing these emotions with my mother. Then I see that my aunt who lives in other cit she is here with her children (my Cusons) I hate them. I am not trying to meet them.

4rth Dream: Movie

Me, my sister, my uncle and his sisters are watching a movie. This place is also unknown. But that unknown place was my home in the dream.

5th Dream: Breakup

Because of some family issues I broke up with my Girlfriend befor my wedding which was going to be held after two months. My father-in-law and mother-in-law was the reason of this breakup.

another drowning dream. you know, the usual.

I was in a large pool with my friend, we were just having a good time hanging out and swimming around. There was this part of the pool where there weren't many people for some reason. I decided to casually swim over there to check it out, but when I swam a few feet past the side-floaty-marker-thingy I realized that I was in a very deep section. It was apparently the deepest deep end in all of Wisconsin, about 15-20 feet(which obviously isn't true in RL ha!). I am absolutely terrified of deep water in dreams(and sometimes in RL) so I swam back to the shallow end as fast as I could, my heart pounding. But as time went by, I became less scared of the deep end and decided to explore it again. This time I remember entering the deep end and being under water, floating along, and then drowning. It was so peaceful, it felt like flying. The lifeguard noticed I was drowning and went to pull me out, but afterwards I was only half conscious but he had a class of a few students by him. He was showing the students how to help a drowning victim, and even though I WAS a victim, he payed more attention to teaching the students what to do than actually helping me. So that failed. And I woke up.

I was at the beach with my mother. We were fleeing though, someone was after us.

Later in the dream, I was in the car with my mother. I received a text on my phone. I flipped it open to find a very mysterious text. Many more kept coming.

The texts were threatening. They threatened revenge, told us to watch our back, and expect our lives to be in ruins by the time they were finished with us.

They sent us pictures with people who had their faces burnt in acid.

I wanted to call the cops, but my mother said that it was probably just some angsty teenager. We kept driving home. I was a little shaken up, but my mother said it likely wasn't anything to worry about.

A few minutes later, my father calls my mother's cell phone and tells her that when he went outside he found his car had its windows smashed open and everything was torn up. He drove it irregardless, and then it blew up a few miles later. The car had been hijacked.



We immediately stopped the car and turned around. We realized that they had been stalking us for some time and now could recognize our vehicles and target them out. We needed to immediately get off of the country road and somewhere safer.

They kept sending us threatening texts. I was trying to pinpoint who these people could be and why they were after us. From their texts, I could tell that they were teenagers/young adults and were gothic.

Awhile later, my mother and I decided to try to come back home again. We parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine.

"Wait...listen," I whispered. I heard the creaking of the floor above us. I heard talking. We weren't alone.

"We need to go. We need to call the cops," I desperately whispered. We tried to start up the car, but the engine stalled. The car wouldn't start. The car had made so much noise it was clear that our perpetrators knew that we were home.

"Hide," I whispered. We hid in a staircase. I pulled out a gun and my mother's eyes widened. I am normally a nonviolent person, but when my loved ones are in danger I will fight. I was ready to blow their brains out. These criminals had caused us so much distress. I couldn't imagine ever losing my mother, so I was very ready to protect her.

I tried to call 911 on the cell phone. The dial tone was so loud. I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs.

I could feel their presence lurking, becoming closer and closer to us.



A figure appeared before us. I aimed my gun at him only to find that it hadn't been reloaded. Fuck.

He smirked and raised his gun, paused, and added, "you don't think I'd let you die so easily? No. Your deaths shall be slow and painful."

He turned around and left.

We needed to get the fuck out of this house.

But our escapes were blocked.

In the process of running, my mother and I got separated.

I found myself alone in a small foyer between two stories. I heard small bombs exploding and could hear the the cracking of burning wood. The house was on fire.



A figure emerged from the shadows and called my name.

"...Hello?" I called back.The figure of a young adult appeared. He had scruffy black hair. A white, cotton T-shirt and ripped up jeans. He had dark circles around his eyes.

"Zukin. I have been watching you, my love," he whispered.

"Who are you?" I pleaded, backing into a corner.

"My name is Arcane. You've broken my heart so many times and failed to even acknowledge my existence. All I want is to be with you, but there are so many people in the way. And so I realized; the only way I could ever have you completely to myself, the only way you could forever be mine, is if we died together that way."

He grabbed my hand but I quickly pulled away.

"Time is running out," he pointed out. The fire was beginning to engulf the exits and I could hear the morphing and crying of the burning, warping wood.

"In any afterlife, or lack thereof, I would still never be yours. You're a psychopath," I exclaimed. A hurt look crossed his face.

"I thought you were different," he whispered, "Normal people call me a psychopath. It's only the misunderstood who understand me. I thought we could have a life together. I've dreamed of it for so long. All I have ever wanted is you in my arms, I would be so good to you," he revealed.

He had the saddest defeated look on his face, "Please. I understand now. You clearly don't want me, and I will accept that. I only wish I knew that from the beginning so that I could have stopped all of this. But there's no time left now. Please, take my hand."

He collapsed to the ground in agony. I told him that we could change all of this if we acted now and made our escape.

"I'm too heartbroken to carry on," his eyes dazed into the distance, longing. I tried to grab his hand to pull him up, but he refused. He really did seem physically weakened. I needed someone stronger to carry him out of the burning house.

"Arcane, please try to get up," I pleaded one last time. The ceiling was beginning to collapse from the fire.

"There is one final bomb that will explode soon. You need to leave before it detonates. Leave me here, go, carry on," he whispered with a voice full of despair.

I couldn't just leave him here, but there was no way I could convince him to go with me. I opted to find someone stronger to carry him from the house.

"Arcane - I am coming back for you. Please, don't give up yet. We can change all of this," I pleaded.

"Promise you will come back for me?" He looked up and added.

"I promise," I whispered back.

I ran out of the burning building and cried for help. I told one of the firefighters that there was still someone left inside the burning house who could no longer walk and he needed to be saved.

But as soon as those words came out of my mouth, the bomb in the house exploded, leaving only wreckage.



I was struck with sorrow.

After several hours, only ashes remained. I searched through the wreckage for any sign of life. I found Arcane's body, depleted of breath. His skin had remained untouched by the fire, but his spirit was long gone. He was lifeless, his body full of sadness as someone who hadn't had their promise fulfilled.