non-lucid

I'm back...I have a yearlong journal in the grandfathered section and my resolution in new years was to do another year long one straight.

Mummy in the florida keys

It was like I was coming back to college ut instead, I was going to college in the swamp lands of florida. It was weird because I would frequently see an aerial view of the neighborhood I was living in when talking about it. I spent most of my time in the airport with other kids who were going to do the same program that I was in. When I got t the the airport, I first met one girl, slightly chubby with blonde frizzy hair, who was going to my same program. Soon a lot of other kids started started gathering who were going to the same thing.

In the library (another section of the airport around the gate), there were many sets of shelves, one of them seemed to belong to me in a past experience with the program. My stuff was scattered to the ground and thrown all over the place. I was pretty mad and I was spending a lot of time trying to find a small paperback book with a blood red cover with a black boy on it. Instead, all the books that I could find were other paperbacks, most memorably, a Redwall book like the ones I used to read when I was younger. There were 2 black boys and one tan white girl, all about 16 standing around and chatting around my shelf. It was them who had messed up all of my stuff. I got really mad at them and punch one of them but then I cooled down. He was still really mad at me so I let him punch my arm a couple times until he cooled down too. Then I told them that there was gonna be a mummy where I was living. The girl was instantly interested and one of the boys, a shorter bald kid who kinda looked like an older version of the boy in Role Models said that because i was telling these interesting stories, the girl was gonna be in love with me. This was true and she wouldn't stop following me around.

the aerial view of the neighborhood that I was living in was interesting. It had a couple of houses painted in interesting tropical houses. A lot of the land was covered in water and the houses were mostly connected by dry sand patches in between the land. There was a bridge made of giant pink stones and covering it was a giant light house.

Dirty Train

This one was inspired by the movie metropia, an interesting movie but I was tired and fell asleep during it after I wrote the first half of this entry.

I was on this strange train thing but I was in this very big grungy kinda really dirty room. the room had a couple couches and a lot of young 20 something girls, mostly tanned white but some middle eastern, yes all pretty attractive, but meant to look like they had been working really hard. They were all rebels against their big brother of a government. We were getting into the station and they did this massive cleaning up of their room to hide all of their contraband for when the government worker would come in and inspect it. This was amazing because it featured a giant garage door esque thing that scraped across the floor and very thing that was beyond view kind of disappeared...i can't really describe it right now. So when the room (a room about 30'x30' or maybe a little bigger, metal walls floor and ceiling, was scraped clean we moved back in the couches and added some fold-able tables to fill the space. I was also walking around and I noticed that we had a window at the front of the cart so that we could look out at the tunnel that we were traveling down. I walked out of the giant room and down a hall toward the front of the train (which shouldn't have been there because the window in our room was the front. I noticed that our window actually pointed into a weird sweatshop esque room. I ran back to my room and was yelling about the window, which was now covered in a blind, about how it should not be able to look to the front because there was another room there. This is when I became lucid but it wasn't that big of a deal for some reason. I kind of just brushed passed that. The girls wondered what I meant and lifted the blind and showed the room I was talking about but they said that it had never shown the front of the train...Finally we came to a stop and were about to be inspected. There was one guy who was the inspector guy. He looked like jason stathom but a little skinnier from not eating well. He inspected the room.

Earlier in the dream, i just didn't know how to connect the 2 incidences, we were walking around this strange place, before the train, and I noticed that all the workers (all male), were bald with silvery grey skin. One of the silver guys asked me if he had something on his cheek. I laughed really hard and said that yes, he had large smudges all over his right cheek that looked like different color oil stains, like brown, yellow, and other food-ish like product.

Later back when we were on the train, I asked one of the girls how the people became grey and she said they get that way after they disrespect the government. Each one of those splotches on the cheek (this detail a little fuzzy) was a mark after one of your family members was killed for punishment from your behavior. I was so sad because I had laughed at this guy earlier.

So like I said, everything was inspected and we passed. I started walking around, still lucid but taking it for granted, and looking at all the people. It was really cool and I suddenly noticed once more...hey, why is this dream taking so long. Then I remembered, "duh, dreams just last longer when you're lucid!" At that moment I was walking passed a black middle aged guy and stared at him with a funny face as I walked by to amuse myself. He looked confused. Once again, I stopped myself and realized, Whoa, lucid, gotta do something with this! I realized that I didn't have any shoes on so the first thing I did was try to imagine the feeling of shoes on my feet instead. I didn't try for too long and I just quit that. The next thing I did was went to this ledge thing which was the ledge of a stairway, one of the kinds of stair ways where it looked like it wasn't connected to a wall...crap I'm sucking at explaining things right now. (somehow it wasn't a train I was on anymore I guess) Anyway, I started to try to jump up on it and grab the ledge but I wasn't jumping higher and my grip was extra slippery. I regain composure, "come on, you're lucid, just make yourself jump higher." I gave a couple more pushes with the same result.

I looked behind me and the agent inspector guy was there and he was pissed, I was breaking some rule or something. We got into an intense fight (I was thankfully ok at that in my dream) but he still kicked my ass and tackled me to the ground, pinning my head down and sitting on my back. He said something about me doing something wrong and disrespecting him so he took away (the gov could do this) my access to some webpages and made my facebook less powerful (evidently it had some cool power to take away).

Another Train (FRAG)

took another nap...

Just a fragment but I was on a train, regular size this time, and I was with one really fat white woman and probably 2 other skinny women. I remember vaguely the fat one talking about breast feeding and she took out her breast. Some other stupid stuff...

Side Notes
I attempted to use Yuppie's DEILD techique to go lucid. I failed as I woke up out of the dream as I thought it was morning. Turned out it was 2am and I didn't get back to sleep well. This dream felt so long.

Dream
I walked out as Randy Orton on the stage of RAW. I almost looked like a videogame version of Orton. I started speaking about equal chances for wrestlers to get shots at titles and I think Trish Stratus came out behind as I was speaking.

The dream then cuts to a travel bus with WWE Divas doing each others hair in front of mirrors like it was a salon. Hornswoggle came out of the floor (more or less) and scared them all.

Then it cut back to me and then to the Divas.

I was in what seemed to be my childhood bedroom, but it was amazing: stone-carved fountains, a spacious garden, and several aquariums with pets. I walked to the aquariums and saw that my snakes and lizards were alive, but that my cat was sleeping on the mesh screen above their cages. This caused the mesh to seep downwards, crowding the lizards and snakes. I thought to myself how careless I had been in maintaining and feeding my reptiles, and how lucky I was that they were still alive.

My mother and I then got into some sort of argument during a social event. My mother, myself, my husband, and several neighbors were all seated and having a conversation, but the tension between my mother and I was obvious. I tried to diffuse the tension and create peace (if not for the sake of my mother and I than for the others present) but to no avail: my mom was thirsty for blood.

I was at the other high school I go to for ROTC. (It's a military funded and operated program that's one of my electives.) The building was different, but I thought it was the same because it was a dream. A little later after they went over some things, we had to put on these hazmat suits just to walk outside the class room. Once I got mine on I walked outside and we had to go to different areas with our flight. (A flight is what each group is called.) I got separated somehow and ended up elsewhere. I eventually found where the rest were and everyone was sitting down in front of a table with two people sitting down at it explaining things. I think it was safety regulations or something of that nature. One girl at the table looked very familiar for some reason. Then to the right a whole ton of smoke started to engulf the room, I ran through the smoke. Suddenly I woke up.

3rd Dream of 2012

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm visiting Las Vegas. Downtown Las Vegas is made up of multiple levels of shops, restaurants, and casinos, most of them themed to a particular pop-culture franchise, all stacked on top of each other and connected by multiple layers of walkways and stairs, creating a gigantic, multilevel man-made environment. I'm walking through this environment with my mom. I walk away from her briefly to do something on my own [I don't remember what], and I'm worried for a moment that I won't be able to find my way back to where she's sitting. But I come back down the stairs and there she is, sitting on a bench next to a curved railing at the edge of an elevated walkway, waiting for me to come back. When I approach, she gets up, and we continue walking.

Then, my mom and I are joined by my sister and a couple of our girlfriends. [They weren't anyone I know in real life, but in the dream, they were our friends.] While we're walking around, my mom says something to the effect of, “I thought all you girls were supposed to go see a shrink!” We just kind of laugh and say, “Yeah, we were.” [I think] We're still planning on going to see one later.

My family and I are getting ready to leave somewhere on an airplane. I observe how airplanes operate, by catching drafts of air, and think about how fragile and uncertain this process is. Then I think that it's best not to think about this process too much, since I'm going to have to travel on one very shortly. Then, we're flying on the airplane. It flies past some elevated highways that appear familiar to me.

[Different dream, probably in a different cycle.] I'm sitting in a typical high school football stadium, watching the pre-game activities. There is a marching band on the field. One member of the marching band has a large trombone whose bell is filled with clarinets. When he blows into the trombone, the clarinets spray out all over the place.

I find myself hunting through the bleachers for my clarinet reeds, which have been thrown all over the place. I pick them up, looking at the numbers printed on the back of each one, looking for the 2 ½ reed. One of them says “5 ½,” another “3 ½.” Eventually, I find the 2 ½ one.

The football players are on the field, warming up for the game. One of them throws a practice pass to another, but with a basketball, not a football. I look away from the field, and look down at the program on my lap. It's made of sheets of paper folded in half crosswise, and has lots of text on it. I read it for a few moments, and then something [I don't remember what] makes me stop and think, Either [something that I can't remember now], or this is a dream program. I reach up and pinch my nose shut, and feel that wonderful, paradoxical sensation of being able to breathe through it while doing so. Yes, I'm dreaming. I pinch my nose and breathe through it for a few moments more, to verify and to enjoy the sensation. While doing this, I gaze at the program, not reading it, just looking at it and appreciating the experience of knowing that this thing I'm looking at, as real as it looks, is just a dream image being generated by my mind.

When I look up at the field again, I'm surprised to find that the scene has grown mostly dark, as if somebody turned off most of the lights. I know that's because I haven't been paying any attention to the football field for the last couple of minutes, and therefore, it's started to fade away. I'm disappointed, and wish and hope that it will get brighter again, but it doesn't. Then the dream ended.

After I had woken up, I remembered that I could have verbally commanded the dream to become clear and bright again, and mentally kicked myself for forgetting about that trick.

I dreamed that I was in a crowd of people in a green, grassy valley. We were just standing around, I didn't know any of them. Everyone except for me looked like something out of medieval Europe. Anyway, there was a floating stick in the middle of the crowd. It was about the length and width of a recorder-flute-thingy. The stick could also talk, and it would ask people in the crowd random trivia questions. If the person was wrong or unable to answer, the stick would touch the person and *POOF*, they would vanish in a puff of colored smoke. The stick went from person to person, asking them questions and poofing them into nothingness. The people in the crowd were getting pretty panicky, but for some reason they didn't run away. Weird.

So yeah, it was basically sudden death Jeopardy...with a stick.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have very faint recollection of this dream...meh, that's what I get for waiting so long to type it up somewhere.

There is an evil man. Like, really evil. He has a gaggle of what appear to be elementary school students following him around, and they are being taught to do evil deeds.

I am not actually there, but I am witnessing this happen from somewhere. The group is in some sort of a museum, maybe? It has an atmosphere that tells me lots of tourists travel here.

There is a small model of a bedroom, complete with a window, a bed, and dresser.

Oh, and Dumbledore.

Yeah. So, Dumbledore was micro. Like, half a foot tall. This evil man with the group of kids was holding a stapler, hovering it threateningly above Dumbledore's head. Dumbledore desperately tries to hide, crouching behind the door. However, he only tries to hide for a second before he comes out with his hands up.

"Alright. Do what you will. I won't go out of this world a coward." he says. I don't realize what's happening until this point, and by then it's too late. The evil man lets of a laugh, and staples Dumbledore's head. There's no blood or anything, but everyone knows he's dead. The man continues to staple him anyways, and in the end, there are exactly 17 staples in his body.

Everything feels...well, sad. And defeated. Almost like the last hope in this world had just died.

Okay, so, as weird as that sounds, it was actually a really sad dream. Like, seriously.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

First off, I'd just like to say that this is most definitely a catch up entry. I haven't posted any dreams in a long time and I must admit that I'm rather disappointed with myself. I'll try to be more consistent.

On a lighter note, I've noticed that lucid dreams are coming more naturally now. I won't even think about lucid dreaming at all, and I'll have a fantastic lucid that night. This never would have happened before...I usually would have had to concentrate and practice awareness and whatnot to give myself anything close to a lucid.

I'm in my room, and I'm with two girls from my school named 'E' and 'S'. Apparently they are spending the night, even though we have school the next day. Somewhere along the line, although we didn't even sleep at all, E's alarm goes off, signaling that it's time for us to get up and get ready.

I feel rested and relaxed and ready to take on the day, and things just get better when I realize that it's 1:30 in the morning. "This is great," I say, "more time to get ready!"

E and S are casually lounging around my room while I walk around and start to gather school things. Suddenly, E, in a very calm voice says, "Oh, it's not the morning. It's 1:30 in the afternoon."

This sends me into a fit of rage and I turn on her. "You mean to tell me that right now, I'm missing all of my classes?! This is terrible! I can't believe you guys! Why would you let me sleep in this late?!" I yell.

I storm around my room faster now, trying quickly to get all the stuff I need to run out the door and somehow make it to school. Opening my closet, I suddenly become extremely confused...there, sitting on the floor of my closet with her legs curled up to her chest, is my little sister.

"Umm...what are you do--OH!" I start to say before I come to the realization that I'm dreaming.

I perform a reality check, and sure enough, I'm right. I immediately stop my frantic search for school supplies and turn back around, ignoring my sister. It's dark outside all of a sudden, but I don't care. E and S are gone, too, but I brush that aside, as well. There's someone I need to find.

Right, well, just so you know, I fangirl pretty hardcore over a sci-fi TV show called Doctor Who. It's simply the best show on this whole planet. The main character of this show is, well, the Doctor.

Okay, now that you have a smidge of background information, you can probably guess that my goal was to find the Doctor. I mean, wouldn't it be cool to travel through all of space and time?

So I walk across my room, trying to formulate a plan to find him. Just then, I turn my attention towards my bed, where I see a heap of blankets. It's pretty much what my bed looks like in real life all the time. I think, 'What if I can make a person appear?'

I walk over to my bed and poke the blankets rather viciously, shouting "DOCTOR! WAKE UP!" To my surprise, this method of summoning works, and BAM, there he is. I'm pretty happy, but I don't think he is. After all, I did just wake him up in quite a rude way. He sits up, looks around, and says "What?"

I get up and sit next to him, extremely happy. Now, at this point, my memory of the dream starts to fade, so links from one event to the next are kinda blurry. Somehow, though, the Doctor and I are both seated across from each other, laughing hysterically about something. He then proceeds to press a button inside his jacket, causing his pinstripe suit to glow green in random spots. Even his eyes glow green. It would have been creepy had he not been waving his hands in the air and going "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."

I'm pretty sure I wasn't lucid during this part, but I also vaguely remember trying to take a picture with my iPod of the both of us, but he kept shoving me out of the picture and taking up all the space. Apparently, my subconscious' version of him is quite the camera hog.

This was definitely an interesting dream. I'm sort of upset I didn't remember more...also, I wish I had taken the time to actually travel through time like I originally wanted to.

Happy New year everyone!

I was watching curious George. I was George, apparently. Me and my chaperone walked into a bowling alley in what seemed to be some sort of square or park in an urban town.

I was now myself. My chaperone turned into some scruffy convict-looking type wearing black and brown. We were sitting at a table inside of the bowling alley. He was looking at screen, it looked like a GPS on an iPad-like device. I was watching a red pulsing dot on the screen, over his shoulder. It was getting increasingly closer to our location.

"Fuckers' trackin' us," My scruffy companion announced. They're tracking us? Seems more like the other way around.

"Come on, we might be able to delay 'em." He says.

I followed him out the door. It was evening now, and there was a man waiting for us on a long motorbike with some sort of cabin, it was like a cross between a mine cart and a motorcycle. He forced us in, and drove off, with a strange respect for the road laws, even though he looked like a gangster.

"Best paying job yet," The driver commented. "CIA paid me six hundred million to get you guys, eh?"

Half way to my house, I was transitioned to a van with my family in it. We were still going the same way.

One long wait at a light later, we arrived at my house, with a government van behind us. We parked in the driveway, and my eyes rose to the sky, full of stars and still red from sunset. There was something weird about it. There seemed to be a giant planet in it. What planet, I wondered. I examined what I could see out of the windshield. It was earth, I noticed. I could just barely make out Mexico.

I considered Earth for a moment. A bit odd, I thought. Is this a dream? No, it cant be... Oh, wit, except it is! I realized, and with the energy of sudden full lucidity, I burst out of the car door and ran around in my family's yard with my brother and father. I came across a mound of dirt that was not there in waking life, under a fully leafed tree, though it was winter.

"Anchor dream," I cheered. My father snickered at this. I looked around the yard. Oh, right, I remembered. IOSDP tonight. I thought about Chichen-Itza, but remembered we weren't doing that any more. So I tried to focus my attention on shared dreaming and the IOSDP and whatnot. After 15 seconds of trying, I came to the conclusion that it was to hard and stopped impulsively.

I decided to run out into the road and talk to some DCs. It was suddenly morning. I saw several friends from my school roaming the streets. They didn't live here. I met a friend near a tree.

"Hey, guess what?" I said.
"What?"
"I'm in a dream! But not in your head, my own, so it doesn't matter that I'm telling you this!" I laughed.
They rolled their eyes.
"Anchor dream!" I yelled at them. I then ran off down the road.

The dream shifted into me standing in a line of students somewhere in the second level of my school. I was still lucid. I threw the assorted objects I had in my hand aside into assorted machinery, nobody cared but the guy behind me, be cause he was trying to steal some of it. I stood in line for a while until I figured something out.

"Oh wait," I said. "Screw this. Anchor dream." I walked out of the line, around some machinery, and into the next room. A teacher had given me papers as I passed, I threw those aside, too. I scattered all over the left side of the next room, which was only storage. I proceeded.

This room had three teachers trying to stop me inside. They were maneuvering around a pile of boxes.

"Is there somebody you need to see?" One of them asked, still trying to get to me.
"Nope," I pushed past them.

I now came into a similar, but larger room. It had large windows for me to jump through, but before I could reach them I awoke suddenly, too awake to DEILD, but I felt satisfied.

Thebeastofold's dream


Didnt get lucid..so couldnt look for nightspy2 again...


It started I was in a huge dining hall type place, and everyone was wearing orange....no matter what kind of clothing everyone was wearing they were all colored orange..and there were people wandering all around the room with giant roasts on huge 2 prong forks....and anyone who wanted some they would hold the roasts over the table and everyone would use their own knives to hack off a hunk.....and i kept thinking of the line from the grinch "roast beast" they were carrying them around as if they weighed nothing...i asked a girl with a giant ham on a fork if she could put it inthe trunk of my car..i even tried handing her the keys..but she laughed and danced away.....i went around a corner to the left and came to a very dark, windy and cold dead end with a desk attached to the wall and a huge window cut out of solid rock.....and scrooge mcduck was sitting at the desk writing with a feather pen furuiously, he had a giant stack of the old fashioned library card file drawers stacked haphazardly on the desk to his left...and there was ominous music playing in the background, and it was very windy..every time the wind would pickup he would flop face down across the desk to keep whatever he was writing on from blowing away...the only time i could clearly see him was when lightning flashed..i look out the window while he was face down on the desk and noticed we were on the top or nearly on the top of a huge sheer cliff..and it looked like a huge winter storm was happening outside....i turned to walk away and woke up...

In betwix the start of this dream and the last one, I got some offer to kill nightmares, or demons in lucids. I didn't get much details, and I'm not even sure if I said I would agree to it...maybe I did. I don't even remember who offered me the job. All I knew was it was wbtb time.

The void fades, and I'm in my room, but I'm not sure if the dream has started, or I'm just having super vivid HH. Either way, I get my usual falling through the bed sensation, but visually, it's off the charts. The ceiling gets farther away, it's as if the entire house is getting bigger, or I'm getting smaller. Along my decent, my bed passes through a flock of bats. And finally it stops. At it's peak, the room had to be about 80 feet tall.


The room is about normal size now, but everything around me looks almost black and white. All the items in my room are old and dusted, and it looks like no one has been here for ages. I head out, and I'm in a totally unfamiliar hallway. I travel down it a ways, and see this open room. I call out asking if anyone was there, and these two women, that almost blended in perfectly with the background start moving and talking. One of them greets me, and asks me who I was looking for. I told her my objective, and she said that there was nothing to kill there at all, and everything was peaceful. I got a little confused and told her my orders were to get lucid and they'd be in the first place I'd lock for....and stopped mid sentence.

This woman, who was covered from head to toe in grey and white paint, double checked and asked me if I was sure what I needed to do. I said yes and she stepped back, and the other woman got beside her, and I knew it was going to be go time. They both ran at me, and I was punching and kicking, but it had no effect, when finally the first lady got up close and started chocking me with one hand. (She was going for this move several times during the fight but I was keeping her at bay.) Anyways, she says something to me about how conventional techniques wouldn't work, and something else. Then it felt like my life force was being drained some how. I grabbed hand and got out of the choke hold, and broke her arm in several places. And blood started pouring out of my throat. I covered my throat, but I could feel it gush out between my fingers and cascade down my shirt. I started hurrying away, and told myself, "this isn't real, whenever I remove my hands, the bleeding will be gone". When I did, it was.

(the scene changed on it's own)

I'm in the next door neighbors yard, and there are two huge chests that are moving. They have skulls floating around them, and I'm guessing this is their true form. I pulled out a katana, and slashed at both of them, and something opened up...it looked almost like some sort of worm hole that I would get sucked into if I wasn't too careful. My second guess was they'd probably absorb any magic I'd try to throw at them. I double checked my surroundings and made sure there was nothing else to fight and slowly paced around them. All of a sudden, one of them shot thiis yellowish energy ball at me, and I reflected it with my katan. It flew back at the box into the hole and made some sort of strange noise. I did the same thing with the other one, and they both went dormant. After a few swipes of my blade, they both disappeared.

I was really happy it was over, but I was so anxious about my next mission. Then suddenly, a leafless small tree appeared. There was a box attached to it, and it had all these unread letters. I think I heard the voice of the person who was in the void with me telling me that I could check this tree anytime between missions. I was having a hard time figuring out what they said, but I know one of them were tickets, and I deleted one on accident.

The scene changes and I'm at some huge place surrounded by other lucid dreamers. They all seem very aware, and they all have that look on their faces like they know what I've been up to. I'm walking around and everyone is just so cheerful....I am too naturally, but man....it's just like happyville or something. Anways, I'm thinking I have to meet up with my DG or something to get the rest of the information, when someone asks me about how I got here. I told them, and they were impressed that I already got my first mission. He said everyone there was waiting just to get accepted, or some got in, but didn't go on a mission yet.

I continued on, and group of people (one girl with short black hair, a guy with long brown hair and maybe two others) that had a "been there done that" look on their faces told me to come with them. One guy grabbed me by the back, picked me up and started running really fast. I started asking questions, and talking about what was going on, but I don't remember what was said. I know at one point i was saying "I really want to kill something again", and everyone was laughing. He let me go and they told me they would see me on the bus. I continued walking, and man, I don't know....my swag had to be maxed out. All the girls there were smiling at me...and it seemed like everyone in general knew me. I wanted to ask them who they were and what not, but I wanted to make the trip in time.

I came up to a room that had a guard there dressed in blue. He was making sure everyone who entered had their tickets, and I saw the cool group enter ahead of me. Something was telling me I'd probably be next to them, and when I entered, I saw my nephew there. I told him "man, I knew you'd be here, what have done so far". He told me that he was mainly just sparing against other people. And he asked me about what I did, and I told him, but there was some other guy who started talking like right when I almost finished the story. I finally finished it and told him I needed to find out where I was sitting. I grabbed my ticket and started reading it as the dream faded.

I'm at my house, my brother K and my pops are there. Jeff shows up and asks for a marker. I have this really nice sharpie that makes bordered lines whenever you write that I was using. I decided to give it to him, if he had something good to trade. He offered me a superman toy, and tried to really sell it like it was good, but there were no moving parts. I told him I didn't like superman that much to begin with. He tucked it away in his backpack and pulled out a card. It was some marvel subscription that had a nice discount to it. I told him yeah, I'll take it, and then he just threw it as hard as he could in my face.

I walked off to the refrigerator to grab something, and calm down, and when I came back there were like 5 injuries on the football game. The Eagles and Dolphins were playing. I caught the last one, it was a pretty brutal hit on a kickoff return.

Something happens here....like the next dream starts, or I'm just in the void and someone tells me about fighting nightmares or dream demons. I can't recall who it was, but they said I'd be doing it in my lucids. I naturally followed this up with a WBTB which requires it's own entry.

12/31/11

Dream 1:

I hear sounds from waking life, they were loud sounds from someone popping fireworks. The sounds eventually were associated with the dream where I was watching a backyard through a window at some house. A DC was using a shotgun (a bit oversized) and started shooting the grass!


I couldn't see the DC, only their arms because there was a brown fence surrounding the backyard

I don't know why I would have a dream like that but I woke up eventually and kept my eyes closed and realized I'm back in waking life.

I remember being in this weird land area, the sky was all black. There were about four sides, each with their own castle thing. And they all fought. Don't remember much.

1st Dream of 2012

Running From the Cops

I was in a car with a few other people. They had done something wrong. One guy had a gun pointed in his mouth. I didn't want him to shoot himself so I tried to shoot his hand ...which was in front of his face.

I shot at him twice at close range (missing?). Then I thought that it was perhaps not such a good idea to shoot him for, as mentioned, his hand was in front of his face.

Dream Skip

The bad people are gone, but I'm in the car with someone else--a friend. The police are looking for us. There is a police helicopter. We have all the guns. I start stuffing them around the car to hid them. I can still see them, so I try to hide them better.

Eventually, we approach about 20 cop cars, all with their blues on. We are stopped by a red light, but the cop cars are beyond the light, so they kept going.

The End

Polar Bear Attack

I was somewhere really cold with some friends and my brother. My brother walked out about 20 feet from camp and ran into a polar bear. He was too close to run away, and the bear jumped him.

I was terrified. I wasn't going to be able to save my brother, but a friend, a short chick from my childhood E. G./V. ran out and tried to help. The bear's attention was diverted and it got off my brother.

There were two walls forming a corridor leading to the bear now. In other words, I wasn't really shielded by any wall. I was looking down a wall leading to the bear. Anyway, the bear started chasing me.

I had some binoculars and threw them at the bear's face. I missed. That sucked because he kept chasing me. As he got closer, I threatened to throw the binoculars at his face again.

The End