non-lucid

Dec.22, Thursday. B-100 7pm, bed 2am.

DR1 - my former classmate M.H.
DR2 - Big museum like mansion, Family from LB likes to overnight there. I'm suppose to take one kid by my car to this place to sleep over. I don't like to be there, place is haunted. I talk to this friendly spirit and I'm not so scared anymore.

DR3 - I'm traveling on a blimp with my mom to Finland. The front and left side has huge windows with metal frame forming a grid. I look closer out the window - we are flying over bautifull icebergs. Sunlit place reminds me of Baltic sea when traveling IWL from Poland over Scandinavia and Greenland. The seats are in U shape, light brown colored wood. I sit next to a guy. Another guy sits on my next side and they start talking to each other, while blocking my view and squishing me. I say 'excuse me", but they are ignoring it. So I lean forward to get some space and I feel how they are leaning on my back with their elbows, making my spine pop up and down like an empty soda can. It hurts and I yell at them.

Friday, Dec.23, 2011. No supplements, bed 1 am.

DR ar 6:20 am
Some kind of a retreat/school for LDing.

DR later on
Im walking on a berm with some kids. Looks like NZ. It's fall. We see some dry tree branches on the ground. I notice bunch of snakes hidind there and show them to kids. One snake comes up to us and is slidering around the girl. She is laughing, but I'm worried.

We turn to go home, but after a while I realize, I put down my DJ somewhere on the ground when we sopped and forgot it there. We had to turn around and walk back. We came to a train station and we hop on a train that's only being repositioned on the tracks, but I hope it will take us closer to place where I left my DJ. Train goes the wrong way, we hop off and I finally see where we need to go. There is an obsticle between us, but we make it over.

Thebeastofold's Dream


Hill/mountain full of people, unfinished garage...


I almost had an OBE last night, i felt tingling in my hands, arms, shoulders, but thats as far as i got......when i finally fell asleep...

I was standing at the bottom of a huge steep hill/mountain, there were people standing and sitting on the hill everywhere all the way up..i started climbing at the behest of someone that was at my side the whole dream but couldnt see him..he said lets go, and i started climbing the hill, i slid back to the bottom on one foot for no apparent reason, then made it to the top...there was a huge unfinished garage at the top that covered the entire top of the mountain/hill...i was standing on the right side of the garage between/hanging onto the wall studs...and my fahter was in the garage and i kept trying to guess what was in each of the multitude of boxes in the garage...dont remember anything after that...


i had a multitude of dream fragments, i dont remember any but one...i was standing or floating somewhere where everything was white..there were no discernable walls or anything, and i kept calling out "katsuno! windhover! mischiefmanaged!" over and over....very brief fragment...

12/24/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I was going all OVER the place in this dream. First I’m teleporting to random areas with my laundry basket. I literally went inside of it and was sucked into a mini-black hole that sent me to another dimension or something.





I was looking for a few items, and people wanted to know why, and I said random excuses like “because I’m actually stronger, and I don’t want to hurt people,” just things that made people shut up (but in a nice way before I started berating them).

Then I’m in fancy looking office that is HUGE. It was SO spacious! The overall setting had a woodish brown to it, with light gray tile on the floor.



There were random DCs, most of them were adults. One was this woman who looked like the principal of Cypress Lakes High School (I won’t say her name for obvious reasons). I was going on in some wild rage that people don’t accept this area I’m in as normal.

And the same DC I mentioned before was like “Yeah!” and looked like she wanted to fist-pump the air.

Then I meet another DC who looked like a total MILF (mother I like to be friend-zoned with hahahaha)

I think she had dark brown hair, or maybe she had a dirty blonde hair to it. She was wearing this fancy outfit that made her look like a CEO or high ranking employee.



It was a white dress shirt covered with a black top and black shirt. It really made her figure pop out (at least that’s what I want to believe). I go to this desk with small fliers and brochures in various colors.

Then the same lady who looks like a MILF hands me a brochure.

(You know those people by the entrance of a store like Wal-Mart, Krogers, Randalls, etc.? And how that if you come within a 5 feet radius, they’re start spamming shit at you like “Buy our product to help save the X amount of kids without a Rubix cube in their lives.”)

(This is when you try to go to the other side, or go through the door you have to OPEN yourself instead of going through the automatic doors to avoid the an awkward

Yeah it was like that moment, but she still caught up to me and handed a flier. (Now that I think about it, she was trying to communicate with me, but no, I was too hyped up with the phenomenon I explained before with people like that)

She even smiled and told me, “I’m sorry.” (Wait, if you’re sorry, why would you give me the flier? Maybe you really are trying to tell me something? Most likely, but with my socially inept façade, I was too stupid to realize that)

That’s all I remember for that dream.

Dream 2:

I don’t know if this was a separate dream from the last, but it had the setting of the last one. I was going to sit at an eating area of this huge and spacious place.

There were quite a few DCs, enough to start hearing the echoing of many voices (and yet when you look at people, you don’t really see them talking that much, isn’t that weird that there’s so much noise building up in a place that’s busy, but people are like “DERP….pause HERP…pause, instead of like “yapyapyyapyapyapypaypaypapyap to match the sudden influx of voices?)



Anyway, while I was sitting down, I think I see a flashing image of my High School Crush sitting down on black chair with a black table outside. It was like a photo, and it looked like she was outside because I could see trees or a blur of green in the background of the picture.



Then there were random pictures above and below it, like it was some film that was going to roll constantly. Then I realize this person in a black and yellow letterman jacket who looks like he’s Black took one of those sacky backpacks (whatever you call them) away from me. I didn’t recall having one before, but it looked like it was mine.





Since the place was crowded, I couldn’t just run up to him, I had to slide through DCs and I finally catch up to him and poke him on the shoulder.



I asked him kindly if he can give me my backpack back. He did one of those motions where he looked like he was going to punch me in the face, but I just felt his hand on my chin. He continued to move on without turning back.

I continue to follow him, but the dream ends from there.

(I almost thought I would experience this moment, and I would be the innocent guy turned evil...and I'm African American, well mixed, but whatever).

I had pretty cool dreams last night, but unfortunately they don't seem like they could've been shared.

Cay's Dreams
Dream 1
This one was non-lucid. It was like I was playing a video game, with a heads-up display, but with a physical body. There was a compass in the lower left-hand corner, with "12/25" in the center, and on each point a different gruesome orc face with a red progress bar under it, like I had to kill so many of each type. I don't know how I could ever have managed to kill twelve of those things, because it took what felt like a half hour to slay one. It didn't even have a weapon, but every time one of its punches made contact it sent me flying. I managed to block and even parry a few times, learning to predict the orc's movements. I feel like, even though I wasn't lucid, I learned a bit about wielding my warhammer.

Dream 2
The earliest thing I remember is being next to my friend B.C. next to a shelf covered with hanging breastplates, kneepads, goggles, red jumpsuits and various other bits of armor/skating/skiing equipment. "So...I'm gonna need some armor," he said. "Uh, here, take this..." I pulled off one of the breastplates and a pair of kneepads, then found one of the red jumpsuits in his approximate size, and handed it to him. D.M. showed up beside me, followed by S.G. and a string of other people from school. I handed out a set of protective equipment to every one of them. Most of the goggles were red-tinted so dark that you could hardly see out of them, so I avoided handing them out. I noticed that they were all carrying what looked like a hybrid between a handgun and a Star Trek phaser. I eventually gathered from the chatter that it was some sort of dream game- they were going to pass through a portal into the course, and it was a sort of last-man-standing sort of thing, everybody against each other. This did not make me lucid. Even though I had the sense that I was one of the organizers and not eligible for play, I picked out my own equipment just the same and followed them to what seemed like a grocery, with a glowing blue light (the portal) in the center. The course was supposedly vast, and one had to choose one's supplies wisely, because your game-dream body would become injured, exhausted or depleted the same as your physical one. You got one standard backpack full for the game, which would last one week. I picked out my supplies- I still didn't know if I was eligible for play, but I thought I might go along as a sort of guide if that was allowed. I was wary of the whole thing, my friends being pitted against each other in good fun. I woke up as I was making a silly intercom announcement that seemed all too necessary- a can opener is required to open canned food.

Dream 3
I was in the car with my sister, who was driving. Someone pulled up behind us in a blue sports car. They honked and hooted, but I realized the driver was someone I hate, so I instructed my sister to ignore them. She became nervous when they stayed behind us after a turn and slammed on the gas- in the dream, I was under the impression that she'd gotten her license and I hadn't, but in reality neither of us have- and we were speeding along a potholed country road. "Whoa, whoa, slow down, it's not like they'll follow us all the way to Aunt J's!" I was beginning to get a little nervous myself though, and when they shadowed us on the last turnoff before her driveway, I told my sister to try to lose them. They were disgusting, creepy people, and though I wasn't aware of any situation where they'd attacked defenseless teenage girls before, I wouldn't put it past them. When we pulled into the driveway, my heart sank when I realized no one was home. I ran to the front door and she to the back. It would be my dream luck that my door wouldn't lock. I grabbed my sister by the wrist and pulled her into my cousin's closet. The closet doors wouldn't close all the way, and we huddled staring at the crack between them.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The voice belonged to neither of the people from earlier. Two male hands pulled the closet doors apart. I can best describe the person behind them as looking like the guy in this video wearing the shirt that says "FRACK ME", only in Ray-Bans, a beanie and a checkered scarf. Old 97's - Dance With Me - YouTube At this point I got lucid. He offered me his hand and I gave him the one I wasn't doing a reality check with. "Who are you?" "Just someone sent here to help you with your little dry-spell problem." I was halfway between telling him off for that scary situation before that I somehow sensed was his doing, and hugging him. He bent and put a DVD into the player. A list of what looked like coordinates came up. He touched the screen over one set, and a window popped up. "This program'll teach you how to enter your holographic forms." I started to ask him what 'holographic forms' meant, when I got sidetracked by the fact that he'd used the plural 'forms' even though I was now the only other person in the room. I came up with another question, "Can you help me with my dream control?" "No, that's not my field of expertise. You've got a guy coming for that. What's going on with this..?!" he banged his fist on the television screen, which had gone white. I studied him. At length, I asked what seemed like the most important question. "What can you tell me about...shared dreaming?" His expression was one of, well, horror.
"Oh, no. No no no no no. You will NOT. No-" "YES!" I interjected, getting annoyed. "Tell me what you know!" He responded by opening the door, doing a little bow, and stomping out. I woke up.

DJ Log: December 24, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I wake up at my friend’s house and grab my laptop from the floor. Quickly, I open Writer and start to log the last couple of dreams. I get the rough entries typed in, then drop the laptop on the floor and go back to sleep.

I wake up and pick up the laptop to check the entries, and there is nothing there. I scratch my head for a moment, then open writer and check for recent files. There are none in the list. There are no auto-save files in the usual spot. I open my differencing disk application and there were no file changes at all this morning. After a “WTF” moment, I open writer and log these dreams.

DJ Log: December 24, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am in a Wal-Mart with a friend of mine, shopping for tires and some other auto parts. My friend is in the cart, and I’m pushing him around. We pick up a couple bottles of oil, and then I push the cart down the main pathway past the tire aisle. As I prepare to turn into the tire aisle, I see someone in the aisle that I don’t care to talk to. I skip the aisle and go over by the floor mats to wait for him to leave.

I waste several minutes, and then I walk through a couple of other aisles and see if he is still there. As soon as I pop around the corner, he looks over and sees me, then approaches. I turn around and look at a display end cap that has lug wrenches and other tools on it. He walks up as I pick up a large tire iron, shoot him a nasty look, then turn and walk away. He turns around and goes off somewhere else in the store.

DJ Log: December 24, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working with another person on a train track that is on a tall mountain ridge. Between the mountains are bridges made from large I-beams. We are scraping rust from the rails, cleaning them up for their first use in a long time.

Good morning, everybody.

The second dream is another silly instance of dream control. I told myself to dream of myself out in a wide, open space, all by myself. I told myself that if I found myself there, I'd become lucid.

Well, I found myself in a wide, open space alright. But I was in a painting. And I was looking at the painting of myself. So... my dream subject was kind of controlled again. But not exactly in the way I'd expected. Lucid fail!

Dream #1

I was in some place like a hospital or a retirement home. But it may also have been a school. I feel like I may have been on the first floor at some point, heading in to some class I was taking. The class may have been for high schoolers, even though I was my current age. But I think I was still doing horribly in the class.

I went down into the basement. I was in a hallway area. The hallway was low, wide, and kind of featureless. There were doorways that went to rooms, each room like a whole department of this hospital. But when the doors were closed, the hallway felt empty and small.

Off to my right was a little alcove with a few doorways. One may have been open, revealing a larger room. But the alcove was filled with shelf-carts for books and stationary bookshelves. The shelves were all filled with books. I knew this was a used book sale.

There were a few people rushing around, getting the shelves all prepared for the sale. The people were mostly men and women in their fifties or sixties. But there were also some younger people, mostly women, probably in their late teens or early twenties. They were all volunteers.

I was interested in seeing what books were on sale. I was mostly interested in science fiction books. So I looked for that area. I think an older woman pushed out a cart full of sci-fi books right as I thought that.

But right as I went to look at the books, a tall, kind of fat, older, white man saw that I was heading there, and he jumped in front of me. He bent over so that he was blocking all the shelves.

Instead of getting mad, I just figured I'd go look at some other books. I walked over to a tall bookshelf, which may have been for paranormal studies.

Dream #2

I was looking at a painting. The painting wasn't realistic: it was a bit blocky and thick, with the sense of three-dimensional perspective a bit flattened, and the color scheme kind of simplified for intensity.

The painting had a red cliff, like one wall of a canyon, taking up the left side. Then there was a bit of grass, then a path. There may have been a boy, his back to the viewer, walking down the path. To the right of the boy, the landscape extended flatly, maybe with a river.

I told myself that I'd definitely become lucid if I was in a landscape like that in a dream. I probably told myself to remember this painting, and to try and make myself go there when I went to sleep tonight.

Dream #3

I was walking around outside somewhere during the day. But I was also talking on the phone with my dad. My dad was telling me about floods occurring in St. Louis, Missouri, which was apparently where my dad lived.

As my dad spoke, I had very strong visions, which were like still photographs, except that I was in them. I stood out in what I guess were aqueducts: they looked like the concrete-walled channels used to catch and drain waters from heavy rains and flash floods.

But the aqueducts I stood in were like highways. I often even stood in the shade of highway overpasses. All around the aqueducts were hills of lawns and trees, so that the aqueducts all felt so quiet and secluded. But I knew they'd be raging with waters pretty soon. It was a bright, sunny, warm day -- hard to believe that it could flood anytime soon.

I may have seen a couple copper-skinned children: a boy and a girl. I thought that they weren't safe out here in the aqueduct. I needed to grab them and get them out of here. But it may also have occurred to me that these children were actually phantoms.

I came back to my senses and found myself walking along some stone-floored promenade in a big park. I was walking up a slope and looking out over an iron railing to my left. Down from the railing was a slope of brambly, leafless trees.

There were some women walking behind me at one point. They said that the flood in St. Louis was going to be 72 inches, once the rain really got going. I couldn't believe it! I didn't want to believe it. I told myself that the weather was too nice here for a flood to happen, even somewhere as far from here as St. Louis.

My dad said, "They're still saying that we're going to have 72 inches of precipitation. It's going to start out looking mild, with only ----- inches. But then it's going to go up really fast and hit 72 inches."

I said, "72 inches! Sheez! That's crazy!"

May dad said, "Well, that's not so bad. We've seen floods like this in St. Louis before. But what's really strange about this one is that it's happening at Christmas -- in December. We aren't even supposed to have rain in December!"

Now I realized that the women I'd heard speaking before were right. As unbelievable (and for some reason inconvenient) as it had sounded to me, it really was going to flood in St. Louis.

As I approached the top of the slope, I could see that, as the promenade plateaued, it also widened out a lot. Over to the right was an overlook, giving a good view over the town we were in (probably somewhere in New England).

But as I got to the wider area, there were a whole lot more people walking around. There were tons of people heading down the slope I'd just come up from. I could tell -- somehow -- that these people were preparing for the flood, even though we were nowhere near it.

One woman, short, skinnyish, and white, maybe in her sixties, with blonde-grey hair and eyeglasses, was walking among the crowd, heading down the slope. The woman was trying to spread some kind of wisdom. She wore a Hindu-esque robe, though I think she thought of herself as a Buddhist.

The woman was saying, "Global warming. Global warming. The flood in December is from global warming." I knew the woman was trying to get somebody interested in her idea so that she could preach to them about being an environmentalist. She may even have had pamphlets about it.

Some younger women nearby may have been agreeing with the older woman. I kind of agreed as well. But I didn't feel like I needed to listen to environmentalist preaching. Hell, I thought. I hardly use any electricity, anyway. All I do is read books.

There was a book sale going on just off to my right as I hit the flat area of the promenade. I got really interested. The books were used, and they all looked really old. I thought I might make some good finds.

But some tall, white man with a bit of a pot belly saw I was interested in the book sale. He tried to get in my way, so that he could get to whatever books I was interested in first. The man looked pretty well-off. He wore a plaid, button-up shirt, tucked into some nice jeans.

I may have tried to avoid the man altogether. But he may have seen that. So he just walked right in front of me, standing broad-chested, his hands on his hips, as if he were trying to block me from getting near any of the books at all.

I must have done something, because I got past the man, anyway. But I was pissed that the man would try to stop me like that! I started cussing the man out, not loud, but in a regular voice, so he could hear me, but I wouldn't be making a scene.

The man reacted by coming to the bookshelf I was at and bending right over in front of all the books, basically edging me out of the way. He started saying stuff about how he didn't know why I was so upset about what he'd done. But if I was so upset, he'd do it some more. And then, he said, we'd see how upset I got.

I told the man to fuck off, and I walked away from him. He seemed to want to start a fight, because now he was calling kind of loudly after me, "Why'd you have to say that? What'd I do to you?"

But I just decided to walk away from the man and ignore him. I walked around to the other side of the bookshelves and found myself in an area full of shelves and bins packed with vinyl records and comic books. This area almost felt like it was indoors.

I looked around here for a while. I may have found some kind of comic book that I was interested in. It may have seemed a little bit like porn. But I may have decided I really didn't have enough money to waste on something like this, after all.

I was walking out of this section and back out to the promenade. But the exit was a bit narrower now. And another older man was walking up toward the aisle I was trying to get out of.

This guy was kind of fat. He saw me and seemed to want to block my way. He stood and looked at the left shelf of items, blocking up almost the whole aisle. There was also a life-size carboard cut-out of either Superman or Iron Man, which blocked most of the right side of the aisle.

I had to squeeze through the fat man and the cut-out. I'm pretty sure I didn't even touch the man. But he may have turned back to look at me, as if I'd threatened him somehow.

I gave the man a complaisant, friendly smile. But the man just looked at me like he hated my guts. I walked away. I wanted to confront the guy. But I knew that that would only make things worse.

Fragment
I remember being Jango Fett, or atleast wearing his armour. I flew around a yellow hallway with his jet pack. I might've been in Tatooine but I saw windows on the walls and such.

My family and I were canoeing around, looking for something, in a swamp in Asia. Standing on a wooden platform was someone dressed in a long samurai coat and big broad hat, blending in with the boggy surroundings. Someone noticed him, but it was too late. As we passed, the samurai latched onto the boat and attacked us.

* * *

My family and I were in a big green park, with a bench. I knew I had to find the man who attacked us, so I went out on my own. Apprantly, he was now the owner of a restaurant with a French name, something about prized goats (I speak French). I went to the restaurant, and found him there. His waiters were constantly bending over the table and placing silver platters on it, and the table very much resembled that of my dining room at home. I attacked the samurai/restauranteur and got him in some sort of special hold, traumatizing him while repeating the command that he would only serve on customer: my little sister. He became catatonic or entered some frozen state, and I knew he would stay that way forever unless my sister showed up at the restaurant.

dream 1 - some kind of gym???

dream 2 - I'm in the apartment (my hometown?)...the building inside has all brown color. there are my friends(but total strangers IRL) and my mom. I think I
m Yerin,(I'm not me) I try to hide away from my mom, going up to the 5th floor. I'm scared that she's gonna find me, but at the same time I'm excited.

bad recall again..... recall ghost is hunting me when I always try to have SD!!

I'm in my backyard, talking to some guy. He then tells me to call this girl, because she'd want to fuck me.
So he hands me a phone, and I say "...hello....???"
Then she says something
And the dream changes scenario. Next thing I know, I'm in a room, lying on a couch.

Some girl is lying on a table close to me, and her boyfriend is sitting with a computer in the other side of the room.
She tells me to come over, and she starts undressing herself.

I'm thinking "is her boyfriend letting her do this? uhh"
"Do you have a condom?"
"Yes" she hands me a small squared condom packet

I start unpacking it, but I'm nervous as fuck, so I try hard to keep my hands steady.
When I got it packed out
Well f**k
There was another packaging inside

When I got THAT ONE packed out

The condom has some weird things I can't even explain attached to it, like some sort of lock made of the same thing as cotton sticks

I asked the girl "What if we do it without condom" and immediately realized that was a retarded question.
She looked at her boyfriend and was like "ehhh... that's not.. I don't like feeling the sperm moving inside me"

"Well, I don't want AIDS or babies anyways."
"Oh no, I'm on the pill"
"Why the f**k are you on the pill if you don't want sperm inside you"
And that is where the dream ended.

As is my custom, here is a long digest of dreams from the past few days.

December 19th, 2011

1. There were some creepy guys following me down the street in front of the church near my school. I told them I only spoke Spanish and Japanese. My friend Anna fought them off. Dylan did something online in which his username was "Dylan ____DDDDDDDD" (and the blank was actually something I don't remember). Then there was some kind of river race. Then a guy was doing a photoshoot in Parish Hall, like when they take school photos. He was acting like the creepy guys (and might have been one of them with a different look. This guy was in a black pinstripe suit and had shoulder length black hair, a mustache, and cream colored hat). Somehow I went on his deviantARt and he had a shoutout to jessietea (me, except on dA where I'm jessie-tea, but for all intents and purposes is was me). He wanted to date me in some capacity.

2. This one is crazy and confusing. I hooked up with Dylan. Then at some point later we were at his apartment (irl he lives with his parents) which looked like they were near the modulars (these trailer classrooms at my school) either in place of them, or they were the apartments right next to them. I ended up telling him that I "was the one who was pregnant with his brother's baby" the year before (NONE OF THIS IS TRUE, the guy exists, and another person who I later mention, Haley exist). He flipped out. Apparently, when we found out, the two of us pretended to kill ourselves (by pretending to cut our throats and hang ourselves upside down in a lake....). Somehow I was still here, but Dylan thought his brother was actually dead. At this point I still keep it a secret. I gave the baby up. This makes the sister develop eating disorders (bulimia), Dylan is angry at me, I'm traumatized by the whole thing. Then it seemed like a montage where time passed and we were a trio and hung out. At some point Dylan starts dating Haley (oh wait, this and the hooking up are real) and we're all still friends. At some point I remember the image of a cream colored laundry room. Finally, we all go to get Guardasil shots together (this dream was the night before I had to go get one of those, so that's why I dreamt it) and we ended up getting it done in the Parish Hall bathrooms.....


Actually, I'll finish these up in another post soon. I have to sleep.

Durante todo o sonho houve momentos em que eu voava e tinha consciência de que tudo aquilo não passava apenas de um sonho, mas também havia momentos durante o voo em que eu era transportado para outros cenários já sem controle sobre o meu personagem. Em um desses momentos eu fui transportado para um lugar junto de um grupo de pessoas e no meio delas havia um rapaz responsável pela criação de 2 bombons de uma espécie muito rara e valiosa. Este rapaz havia feito esses 2 bombons e colocado aleatoriamente em duas caixas de bombons de uma fabrica, mas como esses bombons eram muito valiosos e especiais as pessoas do nosso grupo resolveram tentar roubar os bombons para vende-los e ganhar muito dinheiro e assim começou uma "caça ao tesouro". Durante essa "corrida" eu acabei achando a primeira caixa que continha o primeiro bombom especial e nesse momento as pessoas que também procuravam pelo bombom me viram e começaram a correr atras de mim para tentar roubar o bombom, porém antes deles me alcançarem eu voei um pouco e simplesmente abri o bombom e o comi, o que causou uma revolta enorme no rapaz criador dos bombons por ver sua obra sendo roubada. Já um tempo depois disso uma garota correu em nossa direção gritando que havia encontrado o outro bombom e ela entregava o bombom para o criador tentando acalma-lo, nesse momento eu me virava e começava a descer a rua sozinho com apenas um bombom qualquer que eu também havia roubado da fabrica quando achei o primeiro bombom especial, logo no inicio da descida eu comecei a voar e durante o voo eu comia o bombom "normal" e colocava a mão no bolso e tirava o outro bombom especial. Rindo muito eu o abria e o comia também, mas enquanto eu voava e saboreava o maravilhoso bombom especial eu tive um momento de pré-lucidez, mas não durou muito tempo e logo fui transportado para outro cenário.

Nessa historia eu me encontrava numa sala um bem escura juntamente com um homem que analisava as gravações de um programa sobre fantasmas feito por uma equipe que havia desaparecido no local do ultimo episodio que iriam fazer. O homem que analisava me chamava e pedia para eu escutar com atenção um trecho de uma gravação, eu escutava tudo normal no inicio, porém um pouco depois a gravação começava a dar uma especie de interferência que aparentemente não havia, eu olhava para o rapaz e falava para ele largar tudo que estava ali e que fossemos embora o mais rápido possível porque os mesmos fantasmas que atacaram a equipe do programa, estavam agora ali conosco. Como estava tudo um pouco escuro nós nos segurávamos pelas mãos para não nos separarmos e caminhamos pelas salas escuras até que chegamos em uma sala ligeiramente mais clara e passamos por um corredor que de um lado tinha a parede e do outro aqueles cubículos de escritório, depois de passarmos por esse corredor me virei para trás e vi que a sala estava cheia de gente e com luzes acessas deixando tudo claro novamente. Algumas pessoas que ali estavam eram do nosso grupo e perguntavam onde nós estávamos e diziam que tentaram nos contatar pelo radio mas nós não respondíamos, eu e o rapaz nos entreolhamos assustados e falamos que tínhamos acabado de passar por um corredor que existia atrás deles segundos atrás e que estávamos fugindo dos fantasmas, mas eles diziam que nunca houve corredor nenhum e que eles estavam ali o tempo todo esperando agente voltar e não tinham visto nada de estranho acontecer. Eu chegava perto deles e tentava explicar a história toda, mas uma moça, que estava em um desses cubículos atendendo as pessoas, me chamava porque era minha vez de ser atendido, eu me sentava na cadeira em frente a ela ainda muito chocado com o que havia acabado de acontecer e ela me perguntava se eu achei o trajeto até ali longo demais ou se foi tudo tranquilo e eu dizia que não foi tão difícil de achar aquele local e por algum motivo ela achava um pouco estranho eu dizer aquilo. Ela então me mostrava um cartaz pequeno com foto de dois carros, sendo um deles da marca KIA, e começava e falar as especificações do mesmo e de repente uma espécie de propaganda apareceu em minha mente mostrando o interior do carro e tudo mais. Enquanto observava a propaganda e fui transportado de volta ao momento do voo e fiquei lucido novamente, continuei voando pelo cenário até que percebi que ia acordar e então meus olhos se fecharam e eu acordei.


Obs.: Tenho que ressaltar que nesse sonho aconteceram muito mais coisas, porém por ter sido um sonho bastante longo não consegui me lembrar de mais nada.

A few nights ago I had an odd dream, which isn't exactly new for me. But this dream seemed kinda different. I don't know how really. I remember bits and pieces, but not a lot:
It started with some form of grouping. I remember that I needed to hide from the opposing colors. There were weapons, but not regular guns, more like laser style. And there was something that people could do, almost transforming. I remember trying to blend with the enemy, posing as some kind of guard. I let some one through a gate. They had a gun, maybe a dog with them. This part had all happened at an altered version of my old school. My memory of the dream has me fleeing into a swamp, trying to avoid them, but I know I'm being followed. I reach a ruined house, which I think was actually roughly the shape of my old house, and meet with someone who I somehow knew was there, someone who was going to help me. We had to get someone else to safety. Something came out of the swamp, and my dream mind registered it as a human and an animal at the same time. We fled the building, swimming through the water, reaching land. We were at my house now, although my memory only has us inside it. There were creatures outside, almost like lizards but rat-like. At this point my memory of the dream ends. But there was something else in it. Something about a ring, a very advanced technology... I think I wore it at some point...