non-lucid

I was on the bank of a river and I had just gotten off a boat. I was trying to drive my car onto a boat dock, but the man working at the dock wouldn't let me. I then found myself walking the opposite way up the bank of the river. I came upon a tree and then I saw an African American male ghost wearing a plaid shirt and he had no legs. He was flying back and forth above the water and was explaining to me how ghosts can be killed. I remember him pointing to the crown of his skull on the left side of his head and he said something like, "This is the only spot you can hit a ghost on the head and kill them". That is all that I remember from that dream.

Dream 1 - Toys and a Case of Mistaken Identity

I am at a toy store, and am browsing through the toys on the wall. A young female salesperson asks me if I need help and, not wanting her to think that I still play with toys, I tell her that I am Christmas shopping for my younger brother. The girl suggests a $109 Hot Wheels race track but I only have $50. I pick out a Transformer toy and find a place in the shop to sit. The same girl sits next to me and begins speaking to me as if we are good friends, makes me uncomfortable.

Later on, I leave the shopping centre via large concrete steps which strike me as very dangerous as, not only is there no safety railing, but the shop is apparently a hundred or so metres above ground level. As I am walking I notice a figure towards the bottom of the steps running at a very fast pace, as if he is trying to escape someone. For some reason, I am compelled to run after him, but as I arrive at the bottom of the steps I am confronted by a group of angry people who have mistaken me for the figure I was chasing.

Dream 2 - Meditation and Two and a Half Men

It is night and I am in the outside room of my house, having just learnt of the connection between meditation and astral projection/OBEs (Note: as I had prior to falling asleep in real life). I decided I wanted to experience this phenomenon for myself and began to meditate, making sure to breathe from my belly and focus on the buzzing one hears in their ears when all else is quiet. After about three minutes, I began feeling a heavy vibration accompanied by strange ghost-like noises that startled me out of my meditative state. Frightened, I ran inside and sat on the living room couch. Thankfully my family was awake which calmed me immediately, however proved problematic as I still wanted to meditate. All my subsequent attempts were interrupted by my youngest brother and the television set, which was playing my most despised of shows: Two and a Half Men. I got up to switch the television off but as I turned to sit it switched back on. I switched it off a second time but once again as I turned around it switched back on. This happened about three or four more times.

Dream 1: New Addition to the Family

I am walking with my family through a street lined with shops. My mother has recently adopted a young toddler, probably two years of age, of whom I am not fond of. While walking I somehow come to the realisation that our family's new acquisition is actually some sort of small gremlin, and though he does not appear it at this stage, I am alerted to the fact that he is evil or demonic in nature. However, it seems that I am the only one who sees this, even though as we walk the baby becomes less and less human in appearance. My suspicions are confirmed when my mother asks me to hold the baby/gremlin and, while no others are watching, he turns to me and snarls, then opens his mouth almost as wide as his head and reveals his ugly, long pointed teeth.

Dream 2: Extreme Apathy

I am at a shopping centre with my university class. We have currently all separated and as I walk I notice a girl whom I do not know climb over the ledge of the floor below me. I know that she is about to jump to her death but I do not shout or call for help, rather I lean over and calmly watch as she plummets. A crowd begins to form and I am reunited with my class, who are questioning me about what I saw. I am afraid that my apathy towards the girl's suicide will be considered unsettling, so I purposely try to sob and stutter as I recount the events. Later on, I forget where I have parked my car.

20.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a pretty long nap. (I should probably go back to sleep, but it's like around 6:00 PM, and that's too early, especially with Saturday coming up.

I forgot to set an alarm to wake me up, but I slept maybe for a good 6-7 hours since my classes were over at 11:00 AM, so I went to the Vietnamese Restaurant to get some Sweet and Sour Chicken and slept after (still have to get a steady sleep schedule).

Dream 1:

I was playing a game that looked like Halo 1 or Halo 2. It had the Wraiths, Banshees, and all the other warships, and the DCs were either wearing Blue or Red Master Chief Outfits.



Some DCs had their helmets off, and I was on one of the flying machines practicing the different gun and missile settings. I think I was playing on the laptop because I remembered maybe the buttons on the lower left side of the keyboard (I didn't pay attention letters) had different results.



One option was a missile launcher for the mini-space ship I was on, the second was a somewhat semi-automatic gun option, and the last was this really fast shooting machine gun that looked pretty deadly.

Almost all of the shots came out like a red laser, except for the missile, it was more of a dark blue and black coating around it.

After I'm shooting and helping my teammates kill the enemy DCs (I believe they were the Blue Team), I see Batman in the comic form come out of no where and he tried to come after to me!



I start shooting missiles at this guy and he is one durable person. I then switch to the machine gun mode to see if that would kill him quick (it did for the other DCs I helped killed), but it didn't work.

I think it's even safe to assume that he didn't feel any damage whatsoever, I couldn't register any signs of pain from his face at all, he just looked at me with his mask on and his mouse was someone neutral, but had moments of rage as I'm dodging him while shooting him.

I started to use the missiles again (by this time, I'm basically inside the game, and I had moments where I was inside the game for most of the time instead of pressing buttons on the keyboard).

Then some female DC, I couldn't get an accurate description of her, before I could make one last missile shot at this batman looking person, something told me not to (I mean, if he's not going to die from the constant missile blasts, something is up).

Batman went from this guy who is ready to leap at me with an angry face to a man with an almost childish look on his eyes when the female DC grabbed him by his hands and put them behind his back and arrested him I believe, or tied his hands, but I know he started pouting a little pit too.

To be honest, the lady looked like Black cat, but I won't try to believe it completely, I took short glances at this lady.



And then Batman suddenly transforms into another DC.

It was this muscular man with a green vest and military pants with the military boots as well. He had dark blonde hair, Caucasian (his face was showing, so his skin was apricot-ish) and he even looked like the one from Street Fighter (but I didn't pay much attention to his face other than noticing his eyes were white (like how you see Batman with white eyes for his mask in cartoons).



He looked like he wanted to cry even, it was like seeing a mature and established man with this almost stoic demeanor being ripped of his abilities to do anything at the time he was hand-cuffed or tied by the female DC.

I believe I'm in spectator mode now, and the lady was carrying the guy near the top of the stairs leading to some area flowing with water. It was those areas that had concrete to walk on and on the side was green-ish looking water, and I believe there were those huge pipes were closed off by a barrier that led to the sewage.



The guy she caught eventually breaks free, runs a little but and jumps towards the wall. He suddenly goes through it like he's a ghost or something, and he was panicking while he was doing it (probably crying some more).

I believe the female DC was a little sad that he left. Then a male DC is right next to her I think. I can't remember his face, but he was singing a song to mock her. It was those nursery rhymes you would hear.

He went something like this "[Female DCs name] and [captured DC's who escaped name] sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G...."

Then the lady looked like Rogue from X-men, the classic one with the short to medium hair. I'm not too sure, but it may have been her.



Then as I'm spectating, the whole scenario kind of zooms out slowly with the two of them standing there and probably talking some more.

(When I woke up to memorize the key events in the dream, while I was trying to remember other dreams, I could've sworn I said "Magenta" or something, but I won't take it too seriously. It was most likely just a random word that came in my head).

Dream 2:

I'm not too sure about the things happening in this dream, but I think I was sitting down looking at meat that looked like cooked quails or something like that. They were really brown and it had the texture like buffalo wings (with that little webby fatness to them).



I was going to hold the legs on the side to open the meat a little more, and I think some DC was saying something to "watch out" when I do so.

Now that i think about it, this dream was probably associated to what I ate before I slept, like I said above before typing Dream 1. =P

I'm not going to go into more detail on the dream because it may be just random flashes of images and thoughts before I woke up.

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My friend George and I were at my cousin Brandon's house. Brandon began talking to himself, making weird noises, being annoying. Then a poltergeist throws somethings around and he stops. He tells us that everytime that he does that it acts up. George and I laugh because we realize the poltergeist is annoyed at Brandon and trying to get him to stop. George says that the poltergeist was probably chill until Brandon started to annoy him, which started it all. We laughed more with that.

I was in a mall, people were walking around, festivity was in the air. There were a few clubs in the mall, which people were celebrating what seemed like new years or marty graw (spelling). I went into a dimmly light fast food store. And ordered some food. I went out and found myself at one of the clubs. So I enjoyed it and clubbed a bit, then bounced.

I was walking down concord, after party bashing on a nationally festive night. Three tricked out cars raced up the street and drove into a club. One of them did a whip around and screeched to a hault near me. The pretty blonde driver laughed because I flinched. She procceded to the club and so did I behind her (I was walking). The night sky came through the wierd roofed club and neon lights filtered the place. I saw three pretty blondes and knew they were those drivers. I talked to them and they seemed cool. We talked a little, had some laughs.

I can't remember if this was the same dream or not, but... I walked out of the back of the club and went outside. I was outside a mall, at dawn. I walked around the outside of this big mall, seeing other people. I arrived at a neighborhood shop at nighttime. I saw those girls somewhere

Last night's recall... Meh, at least I took notes. Still not much stuff. Let's go back to the past again - it's always funny to notice how your dreams haven't really changed that much and finding connecting themes between your current and three years ago dreamed dreams. Still, I'm so tired that I'm going to do a super short one.

Voice in the Darkness
Date: August 28th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was going outside. It was a winter night and it was very dark outside. Weird that the seasons are so often not consistent in dreams - I mean that this was dreamed in August, yet it was the darkest time of the winter in the dream.

Only light-source outside was the light that came from the inside. As the door closed before me, darkness engulfed me. I was alone in the darkness. I felt distressed. Voice from the dark said: "Well well, Jakro came out." It had an evil tone and I got terrified.

Something grabbed me and started dragging me away. I started screaming as hard as I can, hoping that someone would hear me and come to help. The voice just told me to shut up. I still didn't see anything.

My own screams woke me up in the bed. I wrote to my dream journal that "I had planned to try a FILD if I wake up in the night, but I was too terrified to do it."

Simple, yet intense dream. I had some serious emotional problems back then. Well, I guess I still have.

Jan 3 2011

I wondered exactly how I got there. It felt there was a surreal fog sweeping over me, choking me with terror. I watched the planes soaring high, then crashing down into oblivion. People poured into buses, evacuating the city like good citizens that they were. But I was not about to be shuttled to another cage. I was not one of them.

I had already been running, as far as I could in my drug induced panic, from the police. I had been running because I had caused another disturbance. In some ways, I felt the explosion had been my fault. The fear gripped my lungs, and I coughed at the gaseous smoky stench. How the hell was I going to outlive this one?

For one split second, I had been running from the scene. In another terrorizing second, the escape had been replaced by instinctual panic. I knew they were coming for me. I wasn't exactly sure what I had done this time. I believe it had something to do with unloading my rifle into the oppressor's stomach. The man Jimmy, my dealer, who had tried to beat me to a pulp and laced me with something from some new age drug.

The crazy stuff was starting to affect my judgment. That and the explosions that were blowing our city to a crisp. One corporate chain, one house with three children, one ghetto crack house, all the same fate. Yes, and in some way it felt comforting to me. To feel as though people were partaking in the terror I had always felt. The doom of mankind. The depression of a non-existent God to save us all.

Stopping for a second I clutched my heart, feeling it pounding with excitement and fear. There was no where else to go. I was on someone's property, but would they care now that we were brethren again? That I was a crook and a cheat would escape them. I ran to the cellar and tore it open. The wind and dust suddenly replaced by dark ebbing silence.

In the cellar it was very dark and dismal. It wreaked of plant foliage and flesh. It was as if I had stumbled into a Jurassic park of sorts. Making my way through the garbage, I stumbled over a table with specimens in bottles. Did I have my lighter? I hoped so, fishing through my pockets. I swore under my breath with relief. I had my butane lighter; thank god! When I flicked the torch on, I was taken aghast by what I saw.

The specimens were foreign to me. It seemed as though this was the home of some wacky scientist. But the specimens were not what really took my breath away, it was the expanse of the cellar. I wandered off toward something that felt it was pulling me toward it through both fear and curiosity. Suddenly, another explosion went off. I ran toward the blue glimmering, and found myself face to face with an immense aquarium.

There was plant life in the aquarium, and creatures were swimming about that seemed to have been taken from the bottom of the sea. Feeling the awe take over me, I walked toward the stairs and gazed down into the sea life. Another explosion sent me crouching.

"Who are you?" An old man snapped from down below.

"Uh, uh, name's Gerald. I was taking refuse from the bombs."

And so began our friendship, we spent the next 48 hours cooped up in the bomb shelter exchanging interesting stories. But Darren's stories were the most interesting, of course. Darren was once a diver, but the intrigue of sea-life caused him to study marine biology. He began collecting specimens of sea life, and then had experimented on their DNA to create new life forms.

After the attacks were over, Darren asked me to repay him for shelter by giving a blood sample. I couldn't say no, this man was a genius. He told me to close my eyes as he drew blood. I peaked, and to my utter shock realize his motives. Had he wanted to mix human DNA with sea specimen DNA? A completely new life form would be created from my DNA. I knew this...he knew it. It was an unspoken agreement.

But I had no idea that my DNA would cause the worst creatures imaginable. That my true nature was like that of a beast, and my DNA would slowly infect every cell in their mutant bodies. Creating a new form of life that resembled self-replicating trolls. I came back to visit him, and when I went to the cellar I found a million of these short stubby creatures, with large man-eating teeth. One of them was not enough to take me down, but a million? They kept multiplying.

I told him he had to stop. I told him I would not be a part of this. And then one day he simply disappeared off the face of the earth. I got a group of friends together, to try and stop the creatures from ever escaping the cellar...but the trolls were too strong. And so, I guess it was the final vengeance of God to create a new breed of human-like creatures. For now millions of trolls walk the earth, and strange mutant creatures have re-created the world into an inescapable survival game.

Nerf Tag

I have more tattos than usual. One of the tats I remember having was the wing tattoos on the feet. I have those, one on my chest and 2 more on my legs. I was walking around with my dad and my girl friends mom and they were buying something expernive. Or rather they were paying a big motor cycle gang looking white dude to do something. Right before this my gf's mom told me that they had secret dealings with Mexican drug cartels and that she found mexican gang members sexy. At one point I was sitting down and slouching and my [gut] was reaching up and connecting with my chest and this should've freaked me out more than it did. I kept examining it saying "i'm not fat.." Later on...There is a campus wide game of some sort of tag game. It's not my campus and I am in the future but just 10 years or something. I am judging by he clothes. The campus is super modern looking. So this giant game of tag includes every onas a super soaker looking gun full of nerf footballs with the tails (no actual container to house the balls) in my dream, whenever this would could about, I would dodge the whole event feeling too cool or something like that. We the ultimate game is always preceded by a giant party and I'm seeing all of my old friends there and at one point after being antisocial for one reason I go up to a circle of friends and smack one guy on the ass. He was in the middle of telling a joke and everyone walks away from him because of me. he tells me so. Another friend join me and Bobby and we keep talking about how hot emily is looking tonight.

so the party ends and its time for the game. So I go and hide somewhere so I don't have to play but after a time I want to join. I grab a single nerf football (didn't get a gun) and start running around in the night pelting people with the ball and catching it as it bounces back to me. It's a beautiful show of athleticism and everything's going in slow mo to emphasize how awesome I am at this point. Near the end of the game (I'm eliminating hundreds of people) I head into a tunnel to finish it, get a little over zealous and after killing two guys, smash down one guy's corn dog and steal the other guy's skittles. I'm a dick but I don't know it. I'm stuffing my face full of skittles as they complain to me and we all walk back (them up front and me trailing about 10 ft, not secretively but more so because we weren't friends) to the headquarters of the game. I was shoveling skittles into my mouth, feeling like I was expanding as I did. There were counting our class members out loud then I woke up. I could still taste remnants of the skittles...

I was overlooking the police office from a walkway above. I knew today I was going to be able to do my run. I jumped down and began my sprint. I ran through the metal detector as the police guard fell. However, at the door there were around seven police officers all practicing sniping at the range. They each at the time were reloading. They each had a little window for themselves, and a door on each end to run out off. I picked the left door and sprinted out. As I ran out, I somehow heard the police chief on the radio talking to the snipers. He said "Escape in progress, snipers, take him down." I then heard a sniper reply, "Don't worry chief, this is just like sniping those GSC-17s." I was at the end of the parking lot and beginning to run on a road into a neighborhood. They each took a shot and missed. The police chief then went back on the radio and said, "Well, what are you doing? Get in the cars and chase him down, he is still on foot, and there are no forces around him to protect him. Get him!" I knew I had to hide if I were to be safe. I woke up.

End Notes: Very vivid dream. It seemed like video game graphics in a way, but it was very clear.

I was running through a huge city, with some friends 'Courtney' and 'Jordan'. It was very crowded and we had to really work our way through to this tall glass tower. It was kinda built like minecraft buildings...blocky. We were looking for this man 'Mr. Toya' who had gone missing from this city. We made it to a train station where some enemy agents were holding back some trains. We shot them down then took a train straight for the Tower. When we were nearly there, our train driver was shot and the train de-railed. We lost Jordan for the time being, and went ahead with the mission. First part of the mission was to take back some stolen cash. Like in minecraft, I broke blocks on the tower to make a stairway right to the room where the money was being held. There were two enemy agents there whom I shot, then I took the money. I went back down and gave the money to Jordan, he had caught up I guess. He decided to call 'Gavin' to come pick up the cash. I noticed that on Jordan's cell phone, he had Gavin's number, and I thought it was weird because Gavin doesn't have a cell phone in real life.

So Courtney and I went into the tower and looked around for clues as to where Mr. Toya was at. I found some friends -'Dallin, Josh, and Issac'- who said they had heard some activity in the night near this white van at the entrance of the Tower. I met up with Courtney again and we went to look for the van. When we stepped outside, a helicopter came down and dropped a giant magnet on a cable to lift the van away. we tried shooting at it, but it was no use. We concluded that the government was trying to cover something up. Just then a train pulled up and blew up. We knew it was the government, and so we split up and ran. I kept running and the city shifted into some streets in my home town, Division st and some others mostly. I slowed my running when I got to a round about. I took the uniform from an officer. I saw a police man running toward me, so I began to run back toward the Tower. We were running really weirdly, but he assumed I was actually a police man.

We met up with more officers, and they informed me that they were after some terrorists who had stolen money and potentially killed Mr. Toya. We were specifically after this spy, her name being 'Liza'. She was a lower rank agent than me, and so I played along as a police man. We chased her to the Tower, some other agents were trying to stop us, but we shot them. She ran up the stairway I had made into the tower, but when she reached the end of the stairs, she tunneled forward until she broke through the tower. She tried to jump out, but I caught her leg and pulled her back in. We were going to question her, but she was dead when tried to. The officers moved her over the the pile of deceased bodies, and I saw Courtney and Jordan there.

"Nicholai....
Nicholai..." A soft voice melded with the background of the kitchen, over sized by the perception of an infant.
"Nicholai..." This was his name. Who was calling him? Suddenly he thought, suddenly he existed. Now his sole purpose was to discover the one calling him. The voice, the tone, the timber... He knew it. His mother. His mother was the one calling to him. Muscles on his face moved, shaped, morphed themselves collectively to form a smile. He was fond of his mother, he loved her. What child didn't? This new form of ability allowed him to move, to walk, to turn in order to face a hallway where the sound originated. There was the shadowed face of his mother, hidden by forces unknown to him.
"Nicholai..." His mouth was dry and staled with the taste of sand, his eyes burning of salt. The sound of heavy breathing pervaded his sense, it was him. It was his own lungs gasping for air.
"Nicholai..."

Nicholai's eyes opened only to stare down at a moving wall of sand. Immediately he was concerned for his own safety, worried about the sudden disorientated amnesia that faced him. He was being dragged unconsciously. The muscles of his neck screamed for reprieve, but he must look to face the world before him, to know. City blocks lay before him, buildings worn with decades of decaying sand. They were taking him through a ghost town. Who were they? Ignoring the second barrage of messages from his nervous system, he looked to his left to face a large man, heavy built, face covered by a bone mask. The rebels. Memories came back to him slowly. He was now an outcast, meant only to face a short, empty life. Why were they taking him here? Casting as many glances around as he could manage, he noticed one thing, or, one lack of thing: life. The small group of five armed men, not including him, were the only visible inhabitants of this large desert city. Where was everyone?

Feeling came to his ankles suddenly, they were turning. Gaze turned once before him, he noticed they had begun heading towards a small home. Why this one? Five minutes of consciousness and he was already riddled by the complexities he now faced in life. The leading soldier, presumably an officer, dusted off the sand-caked pad to the left of the doorway to reveal a home interface, still gleaming in the sunlight. Pressing his palm to it, a wall of clay fell to the ground in a cloud of puff to reveal a siding door, now open. The group continued onward, carrying their unwilling prisoner inside. There was a damp, pungent smell to the building, only detectable by those who spent large amounts of time out in the dry, desert air. It was the smell of humidity. Nicholai assumed that the building had kept in the water that had evaporated, due to the fact that almost all of the dwellings on this planet were airtight. Oxygen and water were fed in and recycled through a series of underground pipes, smarter than relying on the harsh atmosphere outside.

A soldier on corner duty spoke up quickly, mentioning something about 'them'. Niko turned just enough to see him out of the corner of his eye, catching the movement of the holographic scanner in his hand. An opaque, green-tinted replica of the city floated in mid air, covered in a small portion by red blobs. Niko had seen these portable interfaces before, even used and repaired them, this much he could remember. One fact in particular stuck out in his recollection: red almost always meant bad. Before he could gather more information, screaming sounds of engines rang throughout the home. An aircraft of some kind was outside, and close. Several of the soldiers began speaking at once, and all of them brought their weapons of choice to bear. The leader began giving hand motions to his squads, followed by commands. The group politely ended their jabbering to listen, then did exactly as they were ordered, even the part about dropping Niko, who fell to his knees only to realize he wasn't bound as he had first assumed.

As he shifted his weight in order to run, the door began to creep open. One soldier of a lower rank pointed out the obvious.
"They're here!" Just as the first shot was fired, Niko was on his way to the second room. Scrambling to find a weapon of some sort, he vaguely noted the stove to his left. A kitchen, kitchens meant knives. Quickly coming to the conclusion that they'd be stored, he systematically began ripping drawers from their grottoes, but the dying sounds of the gunfight only a door away meant that he'd run out of time. He turned to face a soldier in the doorway, rifle at the ready. Quickly putting his hands up, Niko did his best to look out of place, which wasn't too difficult.
"I'm not with them, they took me! They beat me!" In his current state, he looked ragged enough for the story to be true. The soldier stepped toward him, still not entirely sure.
"Are you injured?"
"Yes, yes! I need medical attention!" It was working well so far. Niko dared to step towards the soldier, lowering his hands. The man didn't seem to notice.
"You don't look too beat up, I'll need your help. My friend is hurt back there." The soldier turned for just a moment to gesture towards the other room, but it was enough time for him. With a quick step, he had on had under the shoulder of the soldier, pushing him off balance while the other was retrieving the knife on the shoulder-pad of his armor. Within a second, it had been done, but the soldier was fast. By the time Niko managed to get the knife at the ready, the soldier was coming at him.

Niko side-stepped a blow from the butt of the soldier's rifle, only to make a failed lunge at the man's exposed jugular. The knife glanced off of the hardened armor, and his wrist was caught in the man's grasp. Had to give up the knife already. He put his foot between the two of them, pushing off as hard as he could manage with one foot. It sent the soldier tumbling into the other room with the knife, just enough time for one move. Turning to survey his options, the first glance caught a gamble: the last kitchen drawer. Rushing to it, he jerked it open to reveal a full stock of knives. Jackpot. They weren't combat knives, of course, but they would kill all the same. Niko grabbed two at first instinct, both sharp and non-serrated. He faced the door only to experience a bit of deja-vu, the soldier was coming back for more. Niko was on him before he could act, however, reversed blade in his right hand, and the second blade for blocking. The man had given Niko more time earlier, for he had searched and found his ill-used combat knife, and was using it as a deterrent for close-range combat. As Niko neared, the man swiped at him, just grazing his left bicep. Niko punished him for it, though, as he drove the first knife into the left side of the soldier's neck, then the second knife entered under the protection of the armor and the ribcage, puncturing a lung.

After several moments of stillness, as if they were locked in an embrace, the soldier crumpled into a heap, blood leaking slowly onto the floor. Niko went over his weapons, deciding it would be better to take the combat knife and leave the others. It would be hard to carry a trooper's rifle inconspicuously. Niko took a long stare at the still-glowing eyes of the soldier's armor, feeling the rush of adrenaline slip away. Before he began to feel remorseful, he turned and exited the kitchen. Now for the second trooper. Niko wasted no time searching the house for him, he had, without a doubt, attempted to escape the city on foot after seeing his comrade attacked. He guessed that the rebels that had brought him here hadn't survived the initial firefight, and that just made his life a little easier. One last sigh left Niko following a set of footprints, made large by the scout's boots. It wouldn't be difficult to track him down, and maybe he could get to civilization by doing so. He gave one last look at the city, behind him now, before he slid the knife into his boot and carried onward.

dream : comments : lucid

January 20th, 2012

My recall has been pretty bad these past couple of days for some reason. I haven't been remembering any dreams before about 6am. I got my galantamine today though, so we'll see if that has any impact!


At a camp ground, someone was getting the shit bashed out of him by a bottle but he deserved it somehow.

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I was hanging out with Michel Gondry (!). He showed me a short film called 'Widen' and said that if I understood it, I could help him with his next feature film.
We were in a bedroom and he started by drawing three rounded pillars on a blackboard and asked me what they were. I said I thought they were people and he seemed disappointed in the answer. Then the movie started.

There was a scene in a kitchen where fruit and veggies and eggs were all bouncing around on the benchtop by themselves and started cutting themselves up. Then there was a part where these guys were pretending to shoot guns with their fingers. All of the footage was intercut with images of a sad guy sitting at a train station.

Pretty standard Gondry, basically


I didn’t get it.

Self Esteem

We were skating around some strange place with my friends. There has been a giant recent loss in self esteem for some reason in the whole world. Me and the guys decide to hang out in someone's house which I remember as being pretty well furnished. Since I was the most confident in the group, I had to go get the snacks. Everything is kinda dirty on the way out, I arrive at this guys store. He's a fat middle euro guy behind a glass kind of shield. Asks me what I want and the first thing that I ask for doesn't need to be paid for so then he spends a long time complaining about how I never pay for anything but then I remember that I have to get snacks so I get a shit ton of candy bars and two giant bags of mini resee's and then I poke fun at him "I never buy anything?" we joke and laugh and on the tv a news story comes on about the crisis in the world's loss of self esteem. I found it upon myself that I had to be a hero for the world and have more self esteem than everyone else and somehow save the day.

Rock Fights and Boarding

Was with my mom outside what kinda reminded me of a place near my house. she gets really mad at me so I have to follow her to figure it out. I get on my knees slowly and try to explain my recent anger. She silently brings me on this double decker coach bus which was the local transit in the dream the bus drive is mad at us fr talking forever but the new money system was hard to figure out. the door finally goes through and we go to the mall which is much more grandiose and modern looking than it already is. She walks me to rainforest cafe, all the time I was asking, with no reply what she as doing. So I guess we're gonna have a talk here. Some reason I leave, find the car and drive it back to another neighborhood. I go back to my house, which now i so a really steep hill. There is a strange knife fighting asian guy who wants to kill me. We fight for a while, swing our knives at each other, dealing out heavy blows. I have a "hunting rock" which I know with three good blows to the head will kill hi. Instead I keep aiming for his ribs...i don't want to kill him. I've hit him twice on the head and multiple times in the ribs. I hit him again in the ribs and can hear his ribs crack. He chokes up blood and goes limp. I back up a little and he jumps out. He was only pretending. He comes at me and something in my mind changes the dream is flickering and I was half waking up. I realized that I was dreaming and became lucid. Something about this lucidity was really weird though. The dream was still flickering and fading and I was still slightly waking up but I didn't try to stabilize the dream. He hit me over the head with something and I acknowledged the pain and then ignored it. I give him one more great hit in the ribs. he's done. I think his father was around to pick him up and go. I forget it's a dream...I get out of the house and the down hill looks really good as a long-boading thing. The hill is really traffic-y and cars are going down really fast in waves toward this tol booth thing. I see that my longboard is down there leaning on a tree, when I get back there I realize tha I left something up at the house, I start walking back tot he house but decide I don't need it, look back and my longboard is gone. I freak out for a long time but then my mom drives by and gives me a backpack with my longboard. its some move of reconciliation from an earlier fight. I go down the hill boarding

Herpes

. I'm with this one black girl that I've met, kinda chunky but I'm still diggin her. We back into an alley way get out of the car and into this door. We were in there for a long time and through a window I can see my car. While we're talking I see that a bunch of cars are trying to pass mine but they just stop. They're trying to pass it on both sides but my car is blocking them. I forget it and start making out with the girl in her room (which is a replica of my room). We really start going at it and were both shirtless and kissing all over. Before I take off her underwear I ask if she has herpes and she barely answers and I assume she does and I ask if she's having an outbreak, she says yes pulls down her pants and shows me it. I say I can't do it and go to get dressed. She's noticeably frustrated and angry as I walk around the room and pick up my clothes and put them on. She pulls up her pants while lying on the bed being all pissy. It was weird because there was one second where I looked at her and she was 10 times hotter than before, then it was back to normal. She wasn't ugly, just average. I go outside of the room and see that my car windows have been smashed and the whole car was stripped and pushed to the side so that people could get through. The car weakly starts on the second try but can't stay in park and the emergency break barely works. As I get back out of the car and then back into the house, I can hear her frustrated screams from inside "I get half way 3 times a week but I can't get fucked!!?" I cautiously go back inside telling her about my car and she's mad at me and tells me she can't deal with it now. I accidentally go into another room (which would've been my mom's room) but it was where her dad was sleeping. Also, I could hear one of her parents with the tv on the whole time before this but that was no big deal. The dad, with messy covers drawn over him in the dim room looks at me and says "oh its you, the [something wispy like smoke I think]" I say I am not one of those and try to head back to my car, I want to turn back and say that I lived here before they did but I don't...

Last night's dreams consisted of various "episodes" or "segments"---which is somewhat unusual in relation to my normal sleeping habits. I might have been woken up several times. That night I also slept for an inordinate amount of time.The order of these events is somewhat ambiguous, I believe they go in opposite order in time, but here it goes:

1) My boyfriend wants me to hook him up with a hooker. She's running on wet asphalt with pink heels. This has something to do with a comment he made in real life about getting a blowjob from a hooker in Amsterdam as a "souvenir." That comment really upset me lol.

2) My grandmother tries to "justify" the previous situation because "we can build a castle on the balcony because that's what you did with your last friend."

3) At some point in my apartment, me, my boyfriend, and his two brothers are all sleeping on my bed--I between my boyfriend and his twin. For some reason I'm attracted to his brother even though I'm not attracted to him in real life.

4) I'm on a high-speed train located in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil that goes to international locations--maybe continents. I get off the wrong one--this happened in real life when I moved to Brazil.

5) Some of my old friends that I knew in Brazil are climbing a sand structure in a Minecraft environment. For what reason I do not recall.

6) I find a huge sand cave in a Minecraft environment--belonging to a girl--the middle of which lies a chair and a piano.

7) I'm on a tour somewhere