non-lucid

These dreams had a short films festival feel to them so imagine you're watching them like amateur movie with the third one being really well made.

1: A struggle to park my train at a busy station, hoping my train from one track to the next, barely avoiding other trains and being gently nudged by another, I hop it over to an end-of-line track where trains wouldn't be passing through.

2: In design stencil stuck up in a room full of people facing away from a spokesperson, the word design is on the back of a skateboard. I sneak back down to the crowd with a tanned skin girl with curly hair and what I believe to be one of her friends sitting next to her I'm wrapped up in a blanket. I ask the girl "want some blanket?" She reluctantly but then with a smile said "Sure" then takes some. She notices I'm not wearing a shirt and look at me a bit strange so I quickly responded to that "Don't worry; at least I'm wearing pants." At that moment it appears that I had taken off my shirt and hung it up next to the rebellious urban graffiti without noticing. I look down and see that I'm not wearing pants either! I become flush with embarrassment and see that she noticed as well and become more uneasy, I find myself clutching to a pillow and say "at least I've got a pillow!" She laughed and I'm thinking 'this dream just got unnecessarily uncomfortable’ but then the spokesperson noticed and alerted security, he began walking back and forth giving a lecture about how serious it is to graffiti, not soon after a security guard arrives and all of a sudden the room had changed my previous escape route no longer exist. This annoyed me too much so I decided to go to my next dream.

3. I'm in a dark but nicely cinematically lit ally way looking down at a colourful crystal glass plate being help by someone else’s hands, it drops to the ground only breaking off a corner. I pick it up then chase after the person who dropped it who was running away, as we came up to an intersection in the alleys, she stopped and turned around, she looked me right in the eyes and said "I would run if I were you." A feeling of something bad is about to happen and the feeling that someone is going be after us, she runs off to the left, I run off to the right towards the light. My mind is spinning, ‘Who is this girl? Why did she break that plate? Who is she running from?’ I had to chase her. I throw the plate to the ground then change direction, to catch a glimpses of her jumping through a hole in the side of a wall, I chase her through to catch a glimpse of her taking a right turn, I follow her through to see jumping over a pit, swinging off a bar off the roof and through another hole in another wall, I follow her through to a large abandoned warehouse where she was no longer to be seen. The colour grading changed from the cooler colours in the alley to a maroon red hazy colour in the warehouse, the girl was nowhere to be seen but my though changed to the warehouse. As I crept through to the front of the warehouse, I noticed something behind me staring at me but it was only the empty eye sockets of a corpse propped up against the wall. As I looked around, I noticed that amongst the rubbish and rubble there looked to be more corpses then all of a sudden, one by one, their eyes lit up! I fly up to the celling then looking back to the one at the back wall, whose eyes are also lit up, a black bay appears across its eyes with the word censored written across it, then just like the lights, every set of eyes, one by one, was covered with the censored label. As I continue to move to the front, the labels are facing straight at me as if they were staring at me. While walking out thinking 'why are all their eyes censored?' My dream fades to white and I'm pulled back into reality and awake from my dreams.

There were several other dreams that were too vague to remember. One to do with me being an investigator and watching the front of my high school where the principle would walk out to the balcony connected to his office and had a look if concern on his face before he walked back in. Another dream to do with being hounded by the office lady to pay ~$6 in school fees that I kept forgetting. Another dream to do with me stumbling across an old friend that I never met before at his work place in a store.

April 19, 12. 10:30pm-4:47am

In my dream, Robert and I were hanging out with Tamera. Robert was driving, Tamera was in passenger and I was in the back looking out the window. We went to have breakfast, I didn't eat. I was in a bad mood and i'd lost my appetite. Then we drove thought the malls parking lot, ohh man, I could smell the food, I'm starving by this time, but i'm not going to eat, whats the point. I don't know where we went after that, but we got to watch videos. Problem is everything on the videos turned into food! my stomach hurt so bad I was sick. I finally woke up.-End Dream-

Thoughts-

I didn't eat much yesterday and I didn't eat dinner. I have been so stressed about work and school, and when I get home Robert is so involved in what hes doing that I don't exist. Funny how feelings come out in dreams.

I was in my kitchen with many other people. My aunt was handing out crackers to the strangers in my house. People were becoming ill, and if they ate more than one pack of crackers and peanut butter, their condition would become much worse. I had two packs of the crackers. I didn't appear to be dying or zombifying.

I don't remember anything else, my dream recall this morning was pretty bad.

Last Nights Dreams

I'm in my house but it's a little different ((I don't realise this at the time)). There are a few people in the kitchen with me and I also have 2 dogs ((different to the dogs I have in RL)). I look at the big dog and think "awww poor thing, he doesn't like the way he is" I decide that the nicest thing I can do is to make the Dog the way he wants to be. I now get a hack-saw and say to the Dog "lie down" I struggle to get the Dog to lie down, he seems scared but eventually does as he's told. I now begin to hack off his front paw, it's strange because there's no blood and I think "great no mess" I now pull off his paw that is hanging on by a little bit of skin, I'm holding his paw in my hand and I'm looking at it I then throw it to the floor, the Dog is now left with just a stump . I now proceed to hack off his other paw , it's comes off and again I'm left holding it....I suddenly think "shit...what have I done!!" . The Dog now tries to stand up but he can't, he is standing with his 2 back legs but can't lift himself up on his front legs. I now think "ohhh crap, I'd better fix this, he's all uneven!!" . I now hack off his 2 back paws and the Dog can now stand but he's standing on 4 stumps and looks very uncomfortable . I decide I need to sew up his crotch area just to make him perfect and the job is done properly. I now go out of the room and I'm somewhere else, I'm feeling guilty about sewing up his crotch and think maybe I shouldn't have done that...I now suddenly look down at myself and realise its me who has had my limbs cut off I wonder how it's suddenly changed from the Dog to me. I look again and see that my limbs aren't actually gone, someone has had to cut my feet off but they have made me some new feet..my new feet are a lot smaller, there is still some skin missing and I think "ahhhh, that must be so they heal properly" I'm small now after the surgery, I'm like a midget but think to myself "I quite like my new look" . My new hands and feet are weeping and for a minute I think "ohh my god....what have I done to myself!!" ((DREAM SKIP))
There is a man with ginger hair, he is chasing me and wants to hurt me badly or even kill me, I'm terrified of him!! I'm now trying to hide but there's not a lot of hiding places. I now go into 3rd person and watch this man go onto an open top double decker bus, he is so angry and is trashing the top of the bus to look for me. Everything now goes in slow motion and the bus heads towards a bridge but the bus is too high to get under it. The bridge now crushes the top of the bus as it goes under and smashes the mans head to pieces!! Lol
((DREAM SKIP))
I'm talking to a group of girls, they are all being bitchy to me and say "why do you put make-up on?" I say "to look nice!" then they say "why are you wearing those clothes?" I reply "just because you like to look scruffy it doesn't mean I have to, now go and fuck off!" this makes them all really angry and they chase me, I leg it and I'm heading towards a main road, suddenly I go face first into an oncoming truck!!!
((DREAM SKIP))
There is a car parked in the street. As I pass it I see an old school friend of mine sitting in the car on his own. I stop by the car and say "hey.....it's been ages since I last saw you!" he smiles and I say "you and the rest of the guys were really good mates to me!" he replies "we all love you loads still...you take care ok!" he waves. I now walk off and turn to wave again and now the rest of them have appeared in the car, I shout "I love you guys!" and now go on my merry way

Italics = False Memories
Bold = Non-Lucid

This Entry Contains Foul Language.

Storming the beach once again, it brought back memories. Memories from a decade earlier when we left this wretched planet. The planet dubbed DC24. I had been on an expedition of this foreign planet with a military convoy and my two cousins, Amelia and Ashton. We were looking for life and any resources that could prove useful to our home planet.

DC24 was not much different from ours. It had oxygen, water, and lots of plant life. The expedition uncovered several large aggressive animals. Nothing that couldn't be handled with proper preparation. The last expedition of DC24 was on an island that was about 200 miles long and 100 miles wide.

On the last day we had ran into a problem. An avalanche had destroyed most of the convoy vehicles. Leaving us with a long hike back to the extraction point. The automated shuttle ship was set to leave the beach at 19:00, so it had time to dock inside the starship that was set to automatically leave at 20:00. The group had made it back to the shuttle with 10 minutes to spare. Everyone was exhausted and patiently awaited for take off, while discussing the excitement of the expedition. The one minute buzzer rang. The doors automatically shut and the shuttle started to power up. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. It was the last expedition of DC24 before we made our 5 year trip home.

As the shuttle started to slowly lift off the ground, I glanced out the window. To my horror I saw someone running out of the tree line. “Oh My God!” I said. “Ashton is still outside!”. Myself and 3 others got up and ran to the shuttle door and tried to open it. It was no use, it was programmed to stay sealed shut until it docked inside the starship. As the shuttle lifted further off the ground, I could see Ashton standing on the beach, looking up. Not even waving her hands, she knew it was pointless, she knew there was nothing we could do, she knew she was stranded. I felt my knees get weak, so did Amelia. How could we have not noticed she was not on the shuttle, she had the loudest mouth in the group... We hated ourselves.

So here we are. It took 10 years, but Amelia and I were back. We were going to find her, or what was left of her.... This time the military wasn't going to send a convoy with us. They were going back out for other research purposes. They promised to supply us with equipment, and extraction. Besides that we were basically on our own. Amelia and I did have more help though, because loved ones decided to come for the rescue op. My brother Christopher, and my cousins Marcus and Kevin. We were all cousin, but we were more like brothers.

We were dropped on the beach by hovering gunships. Three of them to be exact. No automated shuttles on this trip. They were instructed to drop us and our supplies off, provide security until we were on our way, then resume with their primary objective. We were all lowered to the beach by rope, and supplies dropped from one of the hoverships. When we all hit sand, and cleared the ropes, the gunships backed off and hovered over the water to keep an eye on the tree line, so they didn't kick up sand while we were prepping. I immediately took the lanyard harnesses off the dogs. “Zeus, Apollo, patrol!” I commanded. (Yes, I used to watch a lot of Magnum P.I.) They ran to the tree line. Each taking off in a different direction, and began to scout. Meanwhile everyone else put on their gear.

Zeus and Apollo were gods amongst dogs. They were born from the same womb on the same day. Together their whole lives, they were as close as two dogs could be. They were Rottweilers each weighing in at 180 pounds. They were smart, loyal, and fearless. They were larger than some of our crew. They were picked up as puppies during the six month refueling/resupplying of the starship while docked at Earth. During the 5 year trip back to DC24, Zeus and Apollo were raised and trained on the starship. They slept in Ashton's quarters, this way they would be very familiar with her smell. They were virtually identical, the only way you could tell them apart was from one titanium tooth that Zeus had, he had lost the real one in a training session.

“Ready!” Marcus called. “Good to go” Kevin said. Chris and I were still putting on gear and loading magazines. Amelia was setting up a care package in hopes that Ashton may come across it. “Alright I'm good” Chris said as he chambered his rifle. “Kevin dig out the yellow smokes and the beacons” I said I was loading the last of my magazines. Kevin handed everyone a tracking beacon, and two yellow smoke grenades. No one was going to get left behind this time. “Amelia are you ready?” I yelled? “Yeah!” she responded. Marcus turned to the gunships, and waved them off. They were on their way, to do lord knows what. We were on a different planet, and still couldn't get straight answers from our government. As we took a last look around on the beach, we could hear biplanes. The military said they would send out some biplanes with banners instructing Ashton to head to the beach, and stay there. I guess they made good on their word. As they flew by, we all got a look at the banners. “You've got to be shitting me” Kevin said, my brother shook his head and looked towards the ground. I glanced at the banners... Orange juice advertisements... “These assholes could fuck up a wet dream” I said. We watched the planes disappear over the jungle. Knowing if she saw the planes, at least she'd still know we're back. I looked at the emerald green tree line again. It looked the same as the day Ashton was left behind, it was an eerie feeling. I whistled, “Zeus, Apollo, Lets go!” The dogs ran to us and entered the tree line with their noses to the ground. We followed.

Making our way through the dense jungle was a slow process. Everyone was as silent as possible, knowing that there are animals out there that would like to do us harm. I was right behind the dogs with a machete cutting vines, and clearing a path. Everyone else was right behind me. Rifles at the ready. All of us keeping an eye on the behavior of the dogs. They would know if there was danger long before we would. We knew we were safe though, because we were with each other. We were safer here together than we were on Earth separated. Vine after vine I cut. They looked like grapevines, yet when chopped they would excrete a strange glowing green liquid. We came to a clearing, Zeus and Apollo sat and waited for us to catch up. We all got to the edge of the woods, and looked out over the clearing. We were in shock....

It was a town. “What the hell!?!?” Amelia said, “This planet is suppose to be deserted!”. We all stood there at the edge of the clearing. Looking at this perfect little town in the middle of nowhere. “Well, it does look deserted” my brother said with a laugh. It did. The buildings looked modern, but also seemed to be unkempt. Grass was starting to grow through the asphalt. Vines were growing up the side of the houses. Windows were broken. “Let's check it out” Marcus said. “Yeah, maybe Ashton will be held up in one of those houses.” replied Kevin. I looked at the dogs, “Lets go!”. The dogs once again leading the way into the unknown town. All of us wondering if this had something to do with the secret objectives of the military.

As we walked the streets, something seemed eerily familiar about it. “This is creepy.”Amelia said. Everyone agreed. No one in sight, no cars, vans, or trucks anywhere. “I've seen a few bicycles.” Kevin pointed out. “Let's try that house” Marcus said. We walked up to the front door. Everyone made sure the safety on their guns were off. Kevin pulled open the storm door, my brother stood behind me. Marcus and Amelia kept their rifles pointed at the door. I slowly turned the door knob, then quickly pushed open the door. Marcus said, “I don't see anything”. I peeked around the corner, “I don't see anything either.” “Zeus, Apollo, clear the house!” The twin rottweilers ran in with no hesitation. Heads low, and noses to the ground. Room after room they checked, then returned to the front door, and sat down. “I guess it's all clear.” I said. We entered the house to have a look around. “Nothing, not even a piece of furniture” Moaned Chris. “Lets check out the rest of this neighborhood” Said Amelia. We exited the house and started up the street. Zeus and Apollo once again leading the way.

“I know what it is thats been nagging me!” said Amelia. We all stopped and looked at her. “I know whats been nagging ME” responded Marcus. He pulled out a cigar and started to light it up. “Nicotine fits!” my brother said laughing “Hand me one of those!”. I never took my eyes off Amelia, I had a feeling that she was on to something. I said, “Spit it out girl!”. She replied, “This town is exactly like the one Ashton and I lived in when we were growing up!”. A chill went down my spine, Marcus and Chris stopped trying to light their cigars and stared at her in disbelief. Kevin and I looked around. “OH MY GOD!!! YOU'RE RIGHT!!!!” I said. “If Ashton came here, she probably stayed at the house where we used to live.” Said Amelia. “Okay, lead the way” we all replied at the same time. Amelia started walking down the road. Zeus and Apollo right by her side with their watchful eyes. With Chris, Marc, Kevin, and I bringing up the rear, and still keeping an eye out for movement in case the dogs miss anything..

“This is it.” Amelia said. We all looked at it in disbelief. It was in fact an exact replica of where the girls grew up. We all stood in the street in front of the house. Everyone took a good look around. No movement could be seen anywhere. No one peeking at us through windows, or hiding in bushes. “Ok, lets do it” I said. We went through the same motions as before. Safeties off and guns ready. “Zeus, Apollo, clear the house!”. The dogs went in, and in under 2 minutes came back out and sat down on the front porch. “Clear” I said. We entered the house. We were in disbelief once again. It had been lived in. “Let's check around” said Chris. I walked through the kitchen, and saw Ashton's handbag sitting on the counter. It was covered in dirt. “She was here!” I yelled. I dumped it out on the counter. Her ID, a broken iPod, camera, first aid kit, and a granola bar fell out of it. I opened up the first aid kit, it was almost empty. Then I tried to turn on the camera, it wouldn't work. Batteries must be dead I thought. I took the memory card out of it and stuck it in my pocket, it might shed some light on what had happened during the past 10 years. None of the lights worked. We assumed there was no power. I walked by the fridge on my way upstairs. I stopped and opened it up. “Holy shit! The fridge works!”. I looked over all the shelves. The food looked as if it weren't spoiled. I opened up the containers, and smelt the contents. It didn't smell bad. I was dumbfounded. Could it be? Could Ashton still be living here, and just not home right now? I looked back into the fridge. Milk, I grabbed it and took a sniff. Slowly I sipped, it tasted fine. Wow, I thought, it's fresh milk. I looked around. “Zeus, Apollo, clear the house!” The dogs did a second sweep of the house as I walked down the hall. It was rare for them to have missed something during training, but it had happened. As I passed Marcus, I handed him the half gallon of milk. He opened and sniffed it just as I had.

I continued down the hall and went up the stairs at the end. They led to a bonus room in the attic. That's where Ashton used to sleep. I peeked my head up over the rails and scanned over the room. It had been used. Papers on the desk, bed unmade, cloths on the floor. I walked through the room, and glanced over everything. I knew she had been here at one point, but could she still be living here I thought to myself. Suddenly I noticed a small door in the wall, it was probably two feet tall and a foot and a half wide. I walked over to it, and could see lighting behind it. As I concentrate on this door, I hear Zeus and Apollo walk into the room. I turned around and saw them sitting down staring at me. All clear I thought to myself. I then unsnapped my rifle, and propped it against the futon. I focused on the small door once again. Something was telling me not to open it. But there might be a clue in it, I thought. I took a closer look at it, and tried to peek through cracks around the door. I could see soft light behind it came from a candle. I went to pull it open and felt a chill down my spine, I stopped. I was petrified for some reason. Suddenly I heard someone sit down behind me. It was Marcus. He was laying back on the futon and petting Zeus. He looked at me and said, “Don't open that.” “Why?” I responded. “Just don't.” he replied.

Suddenly there's a high pitched scream outside. Marcus and I jump up, and head to the window. We glanced down over the front porch. Standing in front of the house was Amelia. She's staring down the street. We look in that direction. “It's Ashton!!!!” I yelled. She ran up to Amelia and they wrapped their arms around each other. Marcus and I felt relieved. I dropped to my knees and felt like crying. It was over, we had Ashton back. It took 10 years, but we found her, and she was still alive. Then I heard Marcus, “We have company.” I looked back out the window. “What the...” Seven men walking down the street towards Amelia and Ashton. They were all wearing the same thing. White button up shirt, a tie, black pants, a backpack, and they were all pushing bikes. Mormons.... Sinister Polygamist Mormons... They claimed Ashton, and they weren't about to give her up. I stood up and looked down at the incoming Mormons again. I counted 9 this time. “They're going to fucking get it” I said.

I rushed down the steps slamming into the wall. Looked down the hall towards the entrance. I ran as fast as I could. I slammed into the front door. Turned the handle and pushed, nothing happened. I took two steps back. BAM!! I kicked it. It flew off the hinges and clear across the front porch. I walked down the steps and locked eyes with the Mormons. I started to walk towards them, they stopped. As I kept walking they turned around. Constantly looking back, to see if I was still coming in their direction.
“Run mother fuckers!” I yelled. They looked back at me and laughed. They all turned and gave me the finger. I reached down for my rifle. It wasn't there... I unsnapped it while I was contemplating opening the small door. When they saw me reach for a rifle that wasn't there, they all stopped. They then changed direction. They were now walking towards me. I smiled.. I waited until they got closer. I let out a loud whistle. “Zeus, Apollo!” The giant war dogs ran up behind me. I pointed at the Mormons. “Get'em!” Zeus and Apollo take off running. Chasing the Polygamist Mormons down the road. Their bulky spike studded collars shimmered in the setting sun. I turned around and saw Ashton standing there smiling. She walked over and gave me a hug, and said, “I knew you'd come.” Then she said, “Dad will kill me if he finds out that I missed the shuttle on purpose because I didn't want to see Jesse.”I was said to myself, “What the fuck did I just hear?” and “Who the fuck is Jesse?” Then I looked at Ashton and asked her what was behind the small door in the bonus room. She went to open her mouth to respond, and then some stupid mother fucker with subwoofers drove by the house at 4 in the morning with his shit cranked up as loud as it could go. Which woke me up....

Dream 1/2 (hard to tell which order stuff is happening in)
I'm in a room (basement?) full of pipes. One of the corners looks just like my living room. I'm armed with a pistol, and with the help of an agent/sniper I'm trying to incapacitate another gunman. On the floor, a guy has been shot, and is recieving medical assistance. I put my arms on one of the pipes for better aim, but I never land a shot. The sniper manages, however. In the end he asks for me to give him my weapon. I gladly abide. I notice my father standing in the corner (that looked like the living room).

Later on, I'm standing in the countryside with my cousing, waiting for the bus. Once it arrives, I notice that my father being the chaffeur while my mother is a furious passenger. We forget to leave the bus where we originally intended, and instead we end up at home. Where my microwave usually is, there's a TV showing Russian/Scandinavian shows. Next to it is a brochure for the channel, with a white house/temple/palace and some flags on its cover.

Dream 3 (compact confusion)
Russia is still present in my dreams. I'm wandering around in one of the country's many cities without battery/signal on my phone. I walk into a mall, feeling somewhat nervous. Shortly afterwards, I'm completely lost. I stroll right into an area with a waterslide, before making a U-turn in shame. Just then I see a couple walking the exact same route, and decide to climb up the stairs/slide and march on. In the end I walk out of the mall to a place looking just like a parking lot near my school. Here I find a small boy with a username floating above his head. He asks me a lot of questions, and I answer him accordingly. I explain why/how there is so much evil going on in the world and that we, as the coming generation, had to work against it. When I leave the place, his username makes me feel punked for some reason.

Dream 4 (games within games within games)
A friend of mine is playing something that looks like a crossover between Xenoblade, SMG2 and Halo. Me and another friend are spectators. In the beginning, there's some shooting going on atop of a hill, then some espionage where we get to hear some robotic enemies being surprisingly well-mannered, then some epic music. The music makes me go ''Ah! That sounds just like Xenob...'' before being interupted by the others' funny glares. I realise that's exactly what it is. After that, the character on-screen is jumping a lot, trying to get atop of a giant tree with trampoline-clouds and whatnot. When he reaches the top, he wears the entire, blue sky like a cape, spinning a lot.

Saturday 4/21/12 bed 11:30
WBTB 3:24 - 3:50

DR 1 - Dragons
I'm in a huge courtyard of a huge mall, rather futuristic looking. There is more people with me, I'm part of a group. I look at the skies and see a huge bird. Skinny, long tail, I know he has no feathers. I'm thinking it's pterodactyl. There is more of them following the first one and I can see these better. They are dragons. As if they just noticed us, they start swooping down lower and over the courtyard. I think they are grabbing people, but I don't see it. I decide to go someplace else and walk to the elevator. It has no walls and I'm worried it offers no protection from the dragons. But it has a roof, so we'll be ok.

DR 2 - execution area
I'm in an area behind some low apartment building. There is a white wall separating backyards of this building with this area. I'm told it's an execution place. It's in Poland. Political prisoners used to be executed by firing squad there. The ground is mostly just dusty soil made hard by heavy use. I find some piece of uniform, like knee guard of modern soldiers. I show it to somebody and confirms to me it's Polish because of the polish eagle on it. We find some more stuff, one is Hungarian with hungarian language inscription - magyar... and one is Swiss with inscription Helvetic... Totally surprised to find the swiss emblem. There are few soldiers there. We see a rocket in the air and I think someone is shooting at us. But no, soldiers on the ground are firing rockets into the air. I look at the ground and move some dried weeds around to find the lid for the equipment they are shooting from. I don't want to be standing on one of those when they decide to shoot a rocket up. Then I see a mortar that has been fired from. I hear a countdown and I walk by another mortar, not realizing that's the one they are getting ready to fire from. My head is just an inch from the business end of the mortar and I can hear the sound of the projectile and feel the air being pushed by it in the barrel. People scream no!, ouch!, not there! I wake up.

DR 3 - yard
I'm walking in a backyard behind my house in NZ. There is a bunch of trees with bear branches, like in winter, that I feel were like miniatures, but they were normally bearing fruit. The branches were suppose to be nice and thin, but someone pointed out to me, that these are as thick as the trunk and they should be trimmed. I'm like, OK.

Woke up this morning and stupidly didn't write down my dream before falling asleep again, causing me to forget most of it. It was a really interesting one as well! Unfortunately I only remember the less-interesting parts, but fortunately I remembered a second when I woke up again.

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22/4/12

All I remember is exploring a deep cave with three others, where we become trapped almost like the Chilean miners. When we finally find a way out, we learn that the whole thing was a test.

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I'm in a smart suit and arrive at a big London building in search of a job. There are hordes of businessmen going in and out just like horrible swarms of ants and as I walk through the front door, my dad does too, which I had not expected.

We both walk through the ground floor room, which is busy and dirty like a cheap market. My dad enters a meeting on the first floor, and I continue alone up the stairs to find a job. The stairs seem endless, like a tower, and I check every room for potential work. However, all the rooms are empty and I figure I must be at least an hour early.

Briefly and faintly, I hear someone having sex, and almost check the bedrooms near the top of the tower, before suppressing my perverted curiosity. At the very top of the stairs, I find a blacksmith's forge. I begin to hammer the anvil a few times, but am swiftly told that this isn't my job, and shooed out of the room.

On the way back down I discover a shop that was definitely not there before, and I talk to the various people inside, Oblivion style. An old man gives me a phoenix feather, and I immediately realise its value and rarity. He tells me now that I have one, I will be able to find many more in my travels.

After this completely irrelevant digression, I find the shop owner: a stout, short-haired woman who seems to be in a rush. She notices that I'm wearing an employee uniform and a 'my name is ...' sticker [which I hadn't had before] and tells me to continue with my work while she goes on holiday for a few weeks.

Sweating from climbing the hundreds of stairs, I open some window, before noticing some friends. One has an unusually large bifro, making him look like a member of The Mars Volta. Their song 'The Widow' then blasts through the overhead speakers, and we rock the fuck out to it.

If the first sign of craziness is going crazy in dreams then I'm screwed.

Cut Cut Slash Slash

I was in Dread's room. Dread, Jin, and I were watching TV.

I start hearing voices.

They are voices of demons talking to me telling me that they are going to kill my friends.

What the serious fuck?

The voices of the demons tell me that they are coming. They tell me that there are three of them and there isn't any escaping my fate. They will kill my friends and then me.

I want to leave.

Dread and Jin ask me what's going on, but I'm too ashamed to tell them.

I look around the room. I'm seeing faces everywhere. They don't exist but my mind is picking up on patterns and translating them into faces.

I see the face of a burnt doll in Dread's closet.



I want to leave now.

The doll smiles wickedly and tells me that it is the first demon and the more powerful of the other two.

Dread and Jin take me back to my parent's house, sensing that something wasn't right with me.

When I come home, I find that we are celebrating someone's birthday. I look out the window of the front porch and see two little kids playing together. They are probably three or four years old.

When my mom sees them, she invites them inside. I instantly sense that there is something malignant about these children. The little girl is playing with a lighter and the little boy is just standing there strangely.

My mom puts the cake on the table. The little girl takes out her lighter and tries to light the candles.

I'm freaking out. I'm convinced that the little girl is one of the demons that the voices had talked about, and that she is a pyromaniac and wants to light the house on fire so that people die.

Everyone is telling me to calm down but I can't. I want the two little children to leave. I want everyone to leave. I want to leave.

I feel like there's something wrong with my brain. I can't tell if I am so delusional that my reality is completely warped or if what I am experiencing is true intuition telling me to leave. Nothing makes sense anymore.

After the birthday party, the little girl kills Dread and Jin. At least that's what I perceived to happen.

I run down the stairs and tell my mother that I am leaving now. I can't take this anymore! I don't know where I am going but it at least won't be here!

She gives me a strange look.

I try to explain what just happened but she looks completely perplexed.

I'm not even sure of what just happened, but I'm in a total state of disarray.

I get in the car.

But not before checking it twice.

I'm completely paranoid that the little demon boy is following me. I'm still seeing faces everywhere so I can't tell what's real or not. I catch a glimpse of a face in the trunk. The little boy was trying to come along with me.

I removed him from the trunk. He then killed my mother.

If I wasn't experiencing a psychotic break before, I was now.

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know what was real or not. Voices were screaming at me and luring me into places. Everything wanted to kill me. I wanted to kill myself before the last demon could kill me.

I took a bottle of sleeping pills and laid down on my bed hoping it would all be over soon. I just wanted to die.

I watch as the last demon comes up to me. She has grown from her original doll size to the size of a large child. Her face still looks burnt and contorted.

I can't tell if I am hallucinating or not.

With a small burst of energy, I shove the remaining sleeping pills down her throat.

Fuck this. I don't feel like dying tonight.

I don't have any weapons except safety scissors. That'll do.

With all of my force, I stab the safety scissors into her skin. I can barely rip her skin. The safety scissors aren't sharp enough.

She laughs wickedly.

I shove her to the ground and start stabbing her with the scissors. I want to cut her heart out. I don't want this to be the way I die.

She just keeps laughing maniacally.

She tells me that even if I manage to kill her she will just come back for me again. And again. And again. And again.

She has been partially disfigured by the safety scissors but it's not enough. I'm feeling the effects of the pills. Shit. The pain began to build up and I was going in and out of consciousness while she continued to laugh.

Fuck you.

With the only energy I had remaining, I shoved the scissors through her heart. She was silenced.

And so was I.

04.22.2012

Where's Your Shampoo? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a nap around 10AM and woke up maybe around 1PM. Had some weird dream, not sure if it's one, or many...

I remember walking down a street somewhere, and seeing a girl mention something about images of a creature with a mix of angels and demons combined.

Then I have a dream shift where I'm with a group of DCs, things are kind of in a 3D Cartoon environment...not cell shaded though.

We're running away from some other group trying to catch us, and we all hide in a room (I think I'm of the group, but I'm seeing this in third person or spectating them).

We get out when the other guys go in the bathroom to shower, and we all come out.

Then one of the guys asked something along the lines of,

"Hey! How can you shower if you don't have your shampoo??"

He thought we were a part of them, goes back into the bathroom showers, and we run before he realizes we're the ones that he and the group he's with need to catch.


Typical for a nap to be random like that...

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m racing through Zilker Park as part of a competition, orreality show. I passed by a fat Asian boy holding a lollipop. He was smilingand walking in the rain, wearing shorts that were about ten sizes too small. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I came to the bridge at the entrance to Zilker Park andthere was water flowing over it, lots of water. The rain had created quite aflood, and the runoff was flowing onto the bridge and down through a cutout inthe side of the bridge designed as an outflow. As I approached it the waterturned to ice, not smooth like a sheet but mixture of crunchy ice, snow, andwater. I slipped and fell, and my wonderturned to fright as I slid towards the opening in the side of the bridge. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I must have got my footing at some point because stopped andgot up, peering over the side of the fall. I moved in slow motion to look overthe side, my view showing me exactly where I would have fallen to had I notstopped sliding. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The dream shifts and I am in north Austin, outside somestrip of office buildings. Two associates of mine (best word I have for them)had been waiting on my arrival. I had been delayed by driving the van throughrain and ice. They didn’t understand why I had such a big van and initiallymade fun of me, but I told them it was to help me move the drier and otherlarge pieces of furniture and appliances. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]After I loaded up some big objects into the van I turnedback towards the two men, who remained near the building. I walked across theparking lot to the table they were sitting at. Their stares were bent on an oldtelevision, perhaps 30 years old with a 14” screen. The News was on, and thereporter was saying that Jack Black was dead, apparently from falling andslipping down an ice/water fall on Barton springs Road. I put my fingers to myface and remembered what had happened. I said, “I was there, and I think I wasthe last person to see Jack Black alive.” I shifted into a memory of standingon the bridge and watching Jack black approach me, happy and loud as he usuallyis. As he approached me he slipped and fell down the outflow, landing on asmall island of rock and ice in the creek below. I even watched him fall, freaking out as hewent over the edge, but I seemed to skip over the impact and he was just deadand lying on the ice.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At this point I was aware of the dream because I honestlywasn’t worried about Jack Black dying. I realized I never even bothered toreport it to anyone, and still wasn’t upset that it had happened. My memory shifted back to the table and thetwo men, and I told them what I remembered. No one ever seemed shocked.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I still did not report the death and left in the van. I wasdriving along a road in western Arkansas, a place I have never been in reallife. The trees are abundant on one side of the road, a fenced field on theother. My view is like a movie camera in a helicopter, an interestingperspective.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I traveled to a high school that looked nothing like the oneI went to. I’m in front of the school and many students were passing me. Iwalked to get onto a school bus, and for some reason my feet were not workingproperly, like I was partially crippled. Some kids asked me if I was O.K. and Ireplied I was, feeling happy that they were showing concern for me instead ofbullying me as I had feared they would. As I climbed up the same kids followedme onto the bus. I walked back a couple seats and found a place to sit. Iclimbed up onto the merry-go-round horse that I was supposed to sit on, usingthe back of another kid to boost me up. I had to get around a nearby baby toget to the animal-seat. Mounting the seat I began taking off my shoes, handingthem to a nearby boy who was reaching out his hand to help me. I thought, “Howpolite people are at this school, “and then I handed him my other shoe just asthe bus began to move.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went to Amazon.com , a large building with slopinghillsides outside the entrance covered with a plant that had been carefully cutto a height of about 8 inches. I was standing outside the building on thesidewalk that ran along the perimeter drive of the parking lot usually reservedfor dropping off people at the entrance. I had a large plastic shopping bagwhich I was furiously stuffing small paperback copies of Isaac Asimov books intowith the intent of having them stored at Amazon. I stopped and debated with myselfabout putting all of them into storage, or whether I might want to keep someout for my own use.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Casino Drug Smuggling [Non-Lucid]

I was in a casino with O, J, and this guy PR I've known since elementary school but haven't seen since we graduated high school. It's hard to remember most of this plot now, but we were trying to play this one gigantic game (it looked like a cross between a poker machine and a pinball machine ) as a way of smuggling drugs. Inside the little tray where coins drop out there was a veritable pharmacopoeia of unidentified pills all of varying shapes, sizes, and colors. We were basically just sneaking around making sure there weren't any cops in the area while O (I think it was O) played the machine and tried to sneak all of the pills into his pockets in the meantime. At the end of the dream, we're all just standing there watching him when a guy walks up from out of nowhere and then jumps on the machine and starts humping it for a minute.

And that's all I remember.

Dakota, Charlie Sheen, Charlie's mom of Two and a Half Men, some other guy, and I were exploring a forested area. An abandoned subway/train station near a beach, a forest, and plains/flatlands surrounded by forest. Then, realizing it was almost night, with a Minecraft Sun from a 32x32 TP (Maybe Old from Painterly B1.7.3?), we all began to ride home on bikes. I didn't have mine, but began to ride on one anyway. ~ Close to lucidity, but never realized I was dreaming. I was very close to waking anyway, I felt it slipping away, but my control held firm until I "gave up" and got bored in the dream.

That's most i remember dreaming about. And doing parkour at a high school. I jumped off something and busted my mouth on a ledge. I kept checking for blood or missing teeth, but I never saw any. I must have been pretty distracted to not get lucid after that. Oh well.

I had a dream I was near a lake, and my DCs were entering the water without going out too far so the water wouldn come up past the knees. They were pairing up and fighting each other in some kind of anime martial arts style. They would gain these abilities once they were in the water and use them on each other. It was impressive to watch, as sometimes they would hit each other not with just physical blows, but energy rays and such. They were still students, training, and some were rather young but held much promise. I did not include myself in the fighting, however I did need to dodge a few stray energy bolts that happened to come my way. After that, I exited the water myself and retreated to a safer distance on land. I seemed to be like a judge of the contest or something.