non-lucid

This was an odd little dream I had last night. First let me tell you some of the "cast", if you will. All of the DCs in this dream are people I know in real life. Mr.C was my math teacher last year and Vic is my best friend.
We were all in Mr.C's room. I can't remember a lot of it, but I do know this one little excerpt of a conversation. Vic` was wearing headphones and he is the first one I remember speaking.

"Sometimes, I listen to two scary songs at once to find hidden things in them." he said

Mr.C replied "I've never done that, but," he continued while raising a worksheet, "I do like to find hidden things in puzzles."

And from there, all I draw is a blank.

Um...I blame this dream on reading Oneironaut's dream journal before bed...

There were some DV members in this dream, but I am just going to leave it vague.

It was the next semester at college, and I decided to be proactive this semester and join a club. The club was stationed in our dormitory, and it met nearly everyday in a dark office room.

Everything was fine at first. The club was just a meeting place for people with similar interests.

Over time, the club began to centralize its power until it developed, basically, into a cult.

The cult was headed by a man, who was often influenced by another woman in the club.

She reminded me of Bellatrix.

The cult took a dark turn for the worse when the woman announced that it had always been her fantasy to kill a person, and then dissect them.

Thus, the cult rapidly evolved into a murder-cult.

Everyday, the ring leader would order the members, who were lower in power, to find a victim. They would lure the victim into our dark, stone room, where the ringleader would then usually slit his or her throat.

After killing the victim, they would set his or her body on the table and cut apart the innards.

When they were finished, they ordered their members to dispose of the corpse in the abandoned highschool down the street.

A few of us realized that this is NOT the club that we had signed up for!

One of the girls decided to stand up against the members who were abusing their power. She told them off and said that she was not only leaving this group, but calling the cops.

The next day, when we came to the club/cult meeting, we found her corpse on the table. It had been made known to us that if anyone dare leave this cult or step out of line, this would be the result.

The situation kept getting darker and darker. The ringleader had suspicions that people were on to us. They would give us strange looks.

One gloomy evening, when the ring leader and several of his followers were in engaging in the mutilation of their most recent victim, I was finding myself barely able to take this anymore. I knew that there had been a silent resistance forming, but all of us seemed powerless against them.

I knew that any minute, I was about to stand up and scream at the top of my lungs. There was a fire growing inside me.

I was merely seconds from telling them off when a student walked in the door, which the ringleaders had forgotten to lock.

"Oh, wrong classroom," he muttered at first. But when his eyes caught sight of the mutilated corpse on the table he took a few steps back and ran out of the room.

"Make it look like nothing happened here!" The ringleader ordered, suddenly. But everyone was too paralyzed to do anything about the situation. The members who had little power, but were involved in the group enough to struggle for more power, were the only ones who had decided to actually follow the orders of the ringleader. They disposed of the body and cleaned up the crime scene before the cops arrived.

I decided, from that day on, that I was done with clubs. Never again.

I went back to my dorm, realizing that I would probably need therapy for the rest of my life to get over that. Rumors were already spreading all over the school about a cult that would kill and mutilate people.

My room mate caught wind that I had been involved in this cult and pushed me down the stairs while yelling about how wrong it is to kill twenty-two people. I wanted to tell her that I had nothing to do with the slaying of these people, but I knew that that statement was false. If I could have worked up the courage to alert the authorities even after the first slaying, twenty-one people could still be alive.

I was already hearing about the arrests of the ringleader and his closest followers, and I knew that they were coming for me too.

I looked out my dorm window, and wished that a blue-purple feather would fall down from the sky, and I wished that I could sprout beautiful blue-purple wings and just fly away...

12/21/11

Afternoon Nap

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I think I was inside a ship, like in Titanic. The ship was close to destruction, there was water gushing out in small holes on the ship. I couldn’t get good clarity of this, but for some reason, I needed to set something on fire to escape the ship.



There were people that were one floor above me, and everyone is rushing and panicking.

Then it hit me. As soon as I set the lit match, or whatever it was in my hand, There was this small line of fire manifesting itself from bottom to the top level of the bridge.

I saw people dying, I saw their pains turn into nothingness, I could see their innocence degrade as the flames continued to augment. Then I saw a familiar face.



Out of all the DCs, I paid attention to her the most. She was stuck, she was burning too. All I could do was watch. I loved this girl in waking life, and all I could do is watch her burn!

I turned around and had to escape, because I would join the rest of them quickly if I didn’t. While the water washed away people who had bonds, families, friends, etc., I was worried about how I reacted towards this girl.

It felt as if I had an obsession with her. I felt sad but mad at the same time. I felt so selfish, and realized that this girl is just someone I wanted to like, someone I was too quick to love in waking life.

When I boarded onto a safe area, which was a pretty weird installment inside of a bridge, it basically was some kind of missile that did an auto-launch so that if the operator wasn’t there, it could still save whoever was inside of it.

That’s all I remember in the first dream. I realized this same girl I was worried about being burned to death was still alive in the next dream.

Dream 2:

It’s as if I’m watching a film over the same girl I liked in waking life. Let’s call her “IH.”

“IH” was in a bikini outfit. She looked cute in it, no, she was beautiful. The environment was a small beach, kind of like the section from Super Mario Sunshine in Delfino Plaza, but it wasn’t a cartoon theme, it was like a real life replica of it in a way.



She was running inside the water, and she was fairly tall. After running around, she gets back on land and starts skating I think. There is a light blue sign that she turned to and jumped back to the water to start surfing.

I was wondering how she could surf when there were no waves, but I didn’t care. I saw her full body, and it was so natural. I focused more on her than on the actual environment after I saw she did the same thing over and over again.


I woke up, and I felt horrible. I almost cried. Maybe my subconscious is teaching me how to love someone again. Not sexual love, just loving someone for the internal beating of their heart.

My legs are still shaking from this.

Another busy morning. As a result, I had to wait all day to journal so my recall isn't so good.

Weird vitamins

I am at my grandparent's house. Someone has made up packets of vitamins for myself and some family members. I look into the packet that I am given at the vitamins. There are some pills and odd looking herbs, and a worm. The longer I look, the more worms appear in the packet. Apparently the worms have medicinal properties and are good for us. I don't like the idea of eating them, but I think I do anyway. It doesn't taste too bad really. More like gummy worms than anything.

Meeting the Emperor

I am on a field trip or vacation of some sort. There is a girl there who is kind of cute, but a little odd. For one thing, she is dressed like a leprechaun. I can't tell if I think that is cute or weird, but she seems to like me. We sit near each other and now and then she holds my hand when we walk. We go into a building, going upstairs.

Somehow, I become a soldier in the revolutionary war. It is still the same setting and the same building, but a couple of centuries earlier apparently. I have to meet the "Emperor" of England to discuss the terms of the American Colonies. I go into a huge room, which is dark and apparently contains a lake. The Emperor is sitting on a throne in the middle of a lake, and people who have been granted and audience are expected to crawl to him along a path over the water. I refuse to crawl, and walk out to the Emperor even before he calls me. I don't like the guy's arrogance, and I'm an American anyway.

I tell him that the Colonists want independance. He tells me that I will have to schedule an appointment to talk to him. He says that it isn't so much his idea, but people will get mad at us if I don't get an appointment. Not only that, but he is apparently so great that only really extraordinary people can talk to him on such short notice. He suggests that I talk to his receptionist, and pretend that I was dead but came back to life, or something like that. Apparently that is the scale of importance that I have to meet to talk to him.

I go back into the hallway and find what I think is the receptionist's office. I think instead of saying I was dead and came back to life I will tell her I was blind but now I can see. It turns out though that this isn't the receptionist's office. The lady gives me directions to the receptionist.

"Go out this door and to your right," she says. "Take the elevator with the red door..." I forget the rest of the directions. I go out into the hallway again, but have some difficulty trying to find the rest of the way.

12/21/11

Went to bed late and didn't really get a good nights/morning sleep. oops.

I'm eating hummus and pita bread outside at a restaurant with my family. The waitress is loud and over friendly. She is sitting at our table and eating our food. Back at home I smoke a joint with my brothers and watch Family Guy. That is pretty much it.

Just a dream fragment: boss sent me a message saying that the reason my project failed was because of me

Note: went to bed very drunk, guessing that affects recall

Edit: Later remembered another dream fragment involved meeting Bill Hicks. I asked if he knew he was dead. Non-lucid, hoping more of this will be remembered later.

12/21/11

Dream 1:

NON-LUCID

I remember I started out in an elevator in this dream.



I had to go to a specific seating area for a college class, and it looked like it was going to be the Chemistry 101 Course I already took, but with a different teacher.

Me and a group of random DCs had to go to “Floor E” or something like that. Once we headed out, we’re in the class, and it is REALLY HUGE just for a college class. In fact, it looked like an indoor stadium.



There was a big screen for the professor to use for lectures and working out problems, and on the screen, we were learning how to do ionic bonds. The thing that bothered me is that it wasn’t related to that, it was actually us learning about electron spin and how to determine whether there would be a positive or negative spin.




It was basically learning Quantum Numbers, but just step 4 of it and balancing ionic equations (it should’ve been balancing equations to make a NET IONIC equation), but I wasn’t aware (typical) at the time.



Everyone started complaining, but not too loudly that the professor could hear. It was one of those grunts and moans where everyone would go “ugh!” and start to laugh at each other because they’re sharing the same problem too (I hope I that made sense).

The dude to the right of me looked really familiar, let’s call him Richard. He was looking at me weird, but not in a creepy way. You know how you see someone you haven’t met in a long time, yet they still remain quiet as if they never seen you before?

It was exactly like that, and I did the same stunt he did on me. I didn’t really care to socialize with him because I was focused on the randomness that our professor is trying to instill into our minds.

And there was this other DC who was a student who tried to show off what he knew to the professor by saying the answers before she did. He did it so much, that I thought the professor was going to RAGE QUIT. I mean it’s obvious that he’s working hard, but let the professor do her job god damn it!

You declaring your knowledge of the course isn’t going to make US cognizant of it. I hate those kinds of people, but it couldn’t be stopped, I just let it slide and listened to him increasing his confidence in answering questions the professor dished out to us.

I couldn’t remember much after that.

Dream 2:

This dream was pretty short. It seemed I was in a small town, and I see my father near a house. I go up to him and he asks me how I did on my Biology Final. I told him that I passed, and didn’t want to give him the exact grade.

But he already knew the grade and said I got a 11/15 correct (I honestly don’t know how I couldn’t pick that up, since the actual exam was 60 questions long). I tried to explain to him that on college finals, they would curve it BIG time.

But he didn’t look like he was worried about my grade. I couldn’t remember much after that.

Dream 3:

I’m on a different planet; I HAD to be on a different planet. Everything felt so weird, the DCs that were apparent looked like humans, but they looked at me as if I was some kind of alien.

I guess I had a different visage in the dream, but I never really look at myself in my dreams. A voice told me that these people hated humans, and I guess they were just tolerating me for now.

It really irritated me that I’m in a different realm where people are secretly making snide remarks about me, but I couldn’t let it dominate my reasoning. Maybe it’s my subconscious trying to portray my repressed demeanor of just hating people in general because we all have to commit hypocrisy in order to prove a point or just defend our way of thinking, and I really hated that mentality. It just can't be defined or escaped.

But I didn’t want to think too much in the dream, I was riding on something pretty fast, or maybe I was dashing in short distances in less time. I end up near some gathering where these people are looking at me, but I ignore them.

I go around asking random DCs on where I am at the moment. It was like me running around with no head attached. I could see some DCs looked at me with a repressed “I really hate your guts right now, but I’m going to be kind to you” façade.



The area was a combination of a beach and very small hills with a lot of grass layered. The ocean looked beautiful; the sky was dark and ominous, despite of my fuzzy clarity at the time. I turn around and see this black building that led to a place underground.




It was pretty obvious this place was going to be dangerous, but I go in and I’m in a Biology course I already took in college.

(The place I was going to was like this, but the lights were red instead of yellow)


This area was kind of like a theatre. There were a few students in here, and apparently it was some kind of review session, but it looked like a lecture since students were turning in assignments.



I wondered what they were turning in, and then I realized it was one of those extra-credit assignments that the professor doesn’t announce online, so you had to attend class every time or hope you were lucky to attend the lecture where they declared it.

As I’m sitting down, I was worried because the professor at first was being a bit aggressive with his words on students who don’t attend the lecture.

(In waking life, he wasn’t so serious about it, he just made jokes on how he would give us extra credit since we attended his lectures, but he said that doing so would be unethical, but he still had that behavior of joking with us).

This dream was different. He was being aggressive yet calm, I was starting to go bat shit crazy because in waking life, I skipped some of the lectures to study for other classes because all he really did in waking life was talk about his life stories as a scientist and how he would go on a huge ego trip when he found something no one else knew.

I started to worry more because this extra-credit assignment seemed to add a lot to our overall grade. But apparently I did it in this dream, because where I passed the paper to the person left of me, who looked like a guy I sat with for a while in my AP Human Geography class, said my full name.

At the time of this dream, I didn’t know that I turned in the assignment, so when he said my full name, I was even more freaked out. Then I remembered I’m on a different realm where people hated humans, but they didn’t look like they hated me.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was still going bat shit paranoia mode for no apparent reason, and this was a perfectly stable environment, but I left the room.

The dream scenario changes and I find it very odd that I’m suddenly recalling all of this, because it was SCARY to me at the time.

When I left the Biology lecture room, I’m being chased by random DCs. I see a battle spaceship with a charging unit. I didn’t know about the charging unit until later when I had to go into more battle space ships.

The ships were a combination of the Wraiths and Ghost vehicles from the Halo series.

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I got onto one, and automatically it set itself into space. I could see space from afar and something shining very brightly, as if that was the location I was going to next. My perspective was this time was being a spectator, and I literally was ZOOMED into space.



Now I’m in a different area, I leave the ship, and see a door in front of me. (This whole dream was sporadic and tense since I was running away from something I thought was after me).

I open the door slowly, and it’s another lecture class, but I didn’t know who the professor was. It was like being in another theatre type environment. Then I see a random DC who wore a Cadet uniform with dark green top and khaki or tan-ish brown pants.



I couldn’t remember what he was saying, but he looked suspicious to me, and suddenly it feels like I’m being shot. But I don’t know who is shooting me, so I decided to go back to the battleship station to escape to another area.

I think I did, but I’m back into a similar environment where I’m in another college class. More DCs that look suspicious started to pop up, and I even made a joke to them, “Mind if I escape using your battleship?” with a fake smile on my face.

By then, I knew that I could recharge my health in this station, so I was more relaxed than before, and I had some random DC who needed my help in escaping as well. I told him to get on the other battle space ship and guided him on how to go to another dimension.

But the guy was a complete imbecile. He couldn’t even guide the ship right, but I couldn’t blame him, since I was lucky mine did an automatic guidance mode to transportation.

So I decided to ditch him, and that’s all I remember.

Dream 1
I was Jun Tanaka and I was walking around the area where my college is and then went to a shop that isn't usually near the campus. I went to buy something, I think it was a muffin but I wa sshort buy £1.25,I asked my friend and he gave me the money. I told him that I'd pay him back.



Then I'm walking around in a different area I remember seeing Bex from The Firm 2009 he was wearing different tracksuits.



And this one.



I was then attacked by Yeti's hooligan firm but they ran away when Bex and Trigger came. I saw them run into a 4-door red car and make their escape.

Dream 2
Before I went back to sleep I was thinking of jogging. When I was in the dream this happened:

I left my house and went to the train station, I remember walking up the stairs. When I came out I walked down some stairs to the park where a tunnel was and saw 3 guys, one on a bike. I saw 2 girls walking away from them.

The guys tried to mug me but I fought back.

Dream 3
I was in the Old West like the setting of Cars and I was racing cars with some of my family. Some guys started tail-gating and when my Dad pulled over they parked in front of us.

I said "What was the point of that. He could've just stopped anyway." There was also a guy who was angry at me fro taking his place in the race. Details get sketchy from here as I'm now in the middle of nowhere with an old school Western house behind me and the emotion of fear from that guy. I mean Sinestro-like fear, I wasn't scared though.



Side Notes
I had six dreams, each lasting an hour as I would wake up and check the time which would be an hour later. I only remember 3.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on a road at the bottom of a steep slope in a neighborhood probably near the neighborhood I lived in during high school.

I stood just outside my mom's car. My mom was about to drive away. But before she did, she was telling me where I could find the nearest Dunkin' Donuts. My mom said the Dunkin' Donuts was up the slope, then one and a half blocks past a park I knew was up the way. The park was mostly taken up by a big lake, around which I used to run in high school.

I was a little disappointed to hear that the Dunkin' Donuts was so far away. I thought I could never make it on time (not sure what I needed to be on time for -- maybe the breakfast menu -- which wouldn't really make sense, either). But, now that I'd decided to go to Dunkin' Donuts, I couldn't stop here.

My mom drove away. I apparently started walking. But now I was already up the slope, and through and past the lake park. I was still worried that I wouldn't make it on time.

I got to some restaurant, which was either Dunkin' Donuts or some restaurant a few stores down the block from Dunkin' Donuts. I sat at an outdoor table with a Latino family: a father, a mother, a couple little kids, and maybe a couple more adult guys.

My mom showed up among this group of people. She told me that I didn't have to worry about Dunkin' Donuts. She gave me a reason for this. But I don't remember it.

My mom pointed the store out to me. I looked up the road and saw the store. The Dunkin' Donuts road sign had a lot of brown on it. The sign was more like a big brown sign, checkered, almost, with little, white squares that had the orange and pink "DD" logo in them.

Dream #2

I stood out on a beach, looking out over the water. The beach itself was very beautiful, but not natural looking at all, as far as I know.

The water was nephrite green, but it seemed to gleam like glass. The horizon was like white gold, and the cloudy sky overhead was like smoky amber. And, it seemed, there was an extremely long bridge, made of black iron, stretching thinly across the water, all the way across my view of the horizon!

At first I was near some Latino family: probably a mother, a father, a daugher, and possibly a son. I was either watching government testing of some kind of nuclear devices, or else I was remembering the testing of these devices, which had taken place on this beach within the past few decades.

I saw one explosion, the light of which I don't remember at all, but which must have been like an exploding ball of light a hundred meters or so above the ocean.

I then walked down the beach to my left maybe twenty meters or so. I saw something fall from the sky into the water -- although, again -- I didn't really see the object. It was like the object was invisible. But I saw its effects on the water as it splashed in: like a row of pebbles and rocks, splashing into the water one by one, in quick succession.

Now the points of water which had been dotted by the splashes surged upward in small fountains. There may have been the small sound of an explosion. The fountains then subsided.

I knew that another nuclear device had been detonated deep under the water. I knew that this device would kill all the fish in the water. I was preparing for the next big wave from the ocean to wash a bunch of dead to the shore.

I may possibly have thought that the device may actually have been made in order to kill the fish. Killing the fish was a form of sabotage against the economy of the nation that fished here.

I now stood back a ways from the water. I stood near a Latino family again. The mother and father were both young and attractive. They were both kind of pale skinned.

The father was muscular, very manly. I was afraid that I'd do something with my own usual personality and offend the father's masculine sensibilities. So I just tried to remain calm and do nothing.

At some point I looked behind me. There was a basalt-like rock behind us. The rock was maybe two meters tall at most. It made a good back-rest. (It was soft and smooth, too, though craggy -- so maybe it had been polished by years of backs sitting against it!)

But I thought that it would really hurt, if a wave washed all the way up here, and someone swimming in that wave were thrown against the rock. I wondered if this was really a good beach for swimming in after all. I'd heard of beaches that were too rocky for swimming. Maybe this was one.

A big wave may actually have made its way all the way up to us, washing against us and throwing me a bit against the wall. From this point forward, the father may have had long, frizzy hair and a scraggly beard.

I walked up to the top of the basalt outcropping. I lay on my stomach and looked out on the ocean. Even though the rock wasn't much higher than the beach, I noticed that when I looked behind me, over my right shoulder, I could see a city. Apparently I was on some island. But the island had a big city on it. I had a surprisingly good view!

I was possibly telling the father about this, when suddenly I noticed that I was lifting up into the air! I felt like I was lifting up on top of nothing. But the "nothing" felt solid, as if I were still laying on the rock. I was afraid to look down, though, to see exactly what was lifting me into the air.

I was afraid, too, of lifting up this high into the air. But I didn't show my fear about this, because I didn't want the father to think I was a chicken.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I had actually sat on some kind of ride this beach had. It was an elevator, I told myself, that lifted you all the way to the top of a skyscraper that was either on or near the beach.

I looked foward, over the ocean, for a while. But I then looked behind me, to the city. I was surprised by how much this island city resembled the city of New York. The buildings all had that old, stone look to them. I even saw one building with the trademark "NEW YORKER" light sign above it.

I was now getting so high in the air that I was starting to get uncomfortable. But I told myself that this elevator stopped at the top of the building. And I knew the building was 34 storied tall. If I could just hang on until then, I told myself, I'd be fine. So I calmed down. I think that I did then feel the elevator start to descend.

But I was now in the basement of some building. It was like the basement of a small, but really nice museum or art gallery. The hallway was narrow and "L" shaped. The Latino mother and father sat in a little window niche in the side of the hallway.

There was a narrow, kind of winding, stairwell up to the first floor. I may have been playing around on that stairwell for a little while, like a little kid would, even though I still had my own consciousness, like I was still myself, as a (so-called) adult.

I then came back down to the mother and father. I asked them if I could ride the elevator ride again. The father said no, I couldn't. If I got to ride the ride twice, then all the other kids would want to do it, too.

I said I agreed. We were almost ready to leave. But if I got to ride the ride twice, and then everybody else wanted to, we'd be waiting here forever for everybody to finally finish taking their rides.

I sat on some little bench somewhere. Across the hallway and off to my left was a kind of wide niche in the wall, with a counter before it. This must have been some kind of ticket or coat-check area.

On my side of the hallway, just next to me and on my left, was a doorway to a small office. This office may also have had something to do with ticketing.

One young man sat behind the desk, while another young man stood in front of it. Both men were kind of slim and pretty. The young man standing struck me as being gay. He had short, platinum blonde hair which shone like a silver plate under the incandescent office light.

Both the boys were friends. They may even have lived in the same apartment building, or only a couple buildings away from each other. So they saw each other all the time. They talked as friends for a moment. But the standing boy was here to take care of some kind of business.

Professionally, the standing boy was higher than the sitting boy. And, now that the standing boy was taking care of business, he was really driving the point home that he was higher. As the sitting boy was taking care of something for the standing boy, the standing boy began tapping the top of the recpetion desk and humming in a very annoying way.

Dream #3

It was daytime, or maybe morning, just after sunrise. I was driving through a grassy desert. I pulled my car off to the side of the road. I was at this specific place for a specific reason.

I was some kind of paranormal investigator. I may actually have thought of myself as a Fortean investigator. And this, I thought, was my first real Fortean investigation.

I stood out of the car, trying to "write up a report" in my head regarding whatever I was about to see. I was trying to think of some catchy headline.

I had an image in my head, which I thought was really clever, of a dark-raspberry colored ring. I knew this would lead to some kind of clever phrase.

But I now saw that, just off the road, there was a square-shaped billboard, starting maybe only three meters or so above the ground, with a picture of just what I had been imagining. The picture looked like a thick ring being pushed up through some kind of raspberry-colored syrup.

This billboard seemed only to be the left side of the advertisement. The right section -- the text part -- had been cut off. There may have been just a tiny sliver of it remaining.

Suddenly I felt stupid for having tried to put together a headline for my report before I'd even started my investigation of the subject. I also felt that the headline itself was really silly and cliched.

I turned to go do my investigation, when I was overwhelmed by a strong, almost magnetic, sensation coming from the sky. It was hard for me even to look up from the ground. But I did it.

At first, my view was all red -- a burning, but dimly glowing, orange red. But as my view cleared I saw, on the horizon, at the end of a flat expanse of land, what looked like a phantom sun.

The sun was a huge, glowing, orange-red ball. Its body was maybe four-fifths of the way above the horizon. But it was also translucent. I could see through the sun, to the sky.

This struck me as odd. But the sky itself was also odd. It was apple green -- a beautiful shade of apple green, blending its way down to pale yellow at the horizon!

I tried to figure out what this phantom sun was. I figured it was a reflection of the real sun against this side of the sun's dome. To test if this was correct, I looked behind me. Sure enough, the "real" sun was rising over the horizon behind me -- though it seemed to be rising over some small mountain peaks.

For some reason this satisfied me, and I was ready to begin my investigation. I walked across the street and onto some kind of cinder road. The cinder road went a short way off from the main road, then divided into two roads. I took the right road.

I was now down in a cave. The cave also forked into two caves at some point, and I was down in the right leg of the cave. The cave wasn't dark -- it was like it was lighted by little lights that ran along the floor. But it was kind of narrow and short. And it may have felt like it was getting tighter and tighter.

Apparently I'd had a colleague I'd come out here with: a young, black woman, dark-skinned, pretty skinny, with long, braided hair. But she'd gotten lost somewhere in the cave. I thought she'd either vanished into another dimension or gotten abducted by aliens.

At some point I may have been crawling on my belly through an extremely tight point in the cave. I was crawling with some white men, who were like police officer who had come to rescue me. I may have seen my colleague, lying on her back, dead. We were trying to get my colleague out of the place she was stuck in.

I was now above ground again. This whole area was the subject of a police investigation. Two fat, black police women were sitting on folding chairs near the cave entrance (which was basically just a hole in the ground, maybe with a tiny lip of a mound over it).

I walked away from the cave and off to the right. I could see some white police men wandering around through some tall grass and tree-like shrubs, apparently investigating whatever had happened here. They may have been searching for a body.

I was trying to piece together what had happened. I knew, now, that my colleague and I had come here to investigate. But while we'd been down in the cave, my colleague had suddenly disappeared.

I couldn't remember anything else. But I knew my colleague, unless she'd been abducted, must still be down in the cave. I needed to go back down and find her. But, honestly, now that I was above ground again, I was kind of afraid of going back down into the cave.

Nevertheless, I knew that I should at least face my fear and go back down into the cave. But I was also kind of afraid of the fat, black police women. I knew that if I went down into the cave without their permission, they might start all kinds of trouble for me, maybe even get me arrested.

So I asked the women if I could go back down into the cave. I was, now, actually kind of hoping that they'd tell me no.

But one of the women stood up. She was now kind of short, and very skinny. She had long hair, in a natural style, but pulled back into a kind of ponytail. She looked older, maybe sixty years old. She had to walk with a big, wooden walking stick.

The other woman, who was still fat and young, said, "I wish you wouldn't go down there. The police'll probably finish their investigation soon. And if we have to wait for you to wrap up, we'll be here even longer.

"But if you really want to go, we can't stop you. But she's going to come with you."

I was, honestly, relieved that the old woman was coming with me. I was really afraid to go into the caves by myself. But I was still afraid to go. I was partly afraid for myself -- regardless of who I was with, I thought, I could still get abducted, like my partner had.

But I was also worried about the old woman, who kind of looked to me like an older version of my missing colleague. If the old woman went down into the caves, and it was seen that she looked like my colleague, would she get abducted, too?

I'm in my first school. They're preparing for a play. All the boys and girls practice in couples. They have to do some sexual stuff. I think it's disgusting and wonder how the principal can let them do that.
I teleport to a different school I went to. There are a few guys following me. I feel like i'm an intruder.
We plant a bomb to kill the principal and to blow up a part of the school. Then we take the elevator to the roof and we step into a van. The van teleports to a bus stop in the past. I have to switch my present grandma with my past grandma because she took a bus too early in the past and missed an opportunity because of that.

i owned a restaurant and in walks a girl ( a recurring DC) i know with a man i don't know. i find out that they need to get out of china and i am the only one that can help them. I have a flashback to a time when the girl and i are in a relationship , while living in china. it was a very happy time . in the present the girl is mad at me and mad that she has to turn to me for help for her and her family. I find out that the girl has a child; my child; i can't remember why we parted ways but she left. I did not know she was pregnant with my child and she doesn't want the man she is with to know about us. i find out that if i don't help them leave soon all three of them will be in danger; i help them for my child's sake even knowing that i may never see them again.

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I worked in a tower teaching people about unity "treatments," or I was taking a class. There were only a handful of participants, some were gradually quitting over the weeks. I reflected that losing class members increases their "unity" because there are fewer people.

Note: I woke up at 2:40am and typed this, had no memory of it later.

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Vast plot involving a conspiracy that involves children as victims. I was in some leadership role, but was not a part of the conspiracy. The children wanted me to help them, which involved (in part) some long car trips. At one point a child lead me to the hastily-made grave of Milhouse (from the Simpsons), trying to garnish my support by showing how serious this is. I could smell the corpse rotting. At one point, many of us are trying to bring a mother-like figure out of a crippling depression by performing the Wizard of Oz for her. She had shut herself off in a pavilion partially built to look like "The Wall" in the Wizard of Oz (The Wall in the dream was actually from Pink Floyd, my brain was confused).

The setting was in a mountainous, serene area with high peaks. Some small floating "islands" surrounded larger peaks, each with only one or two trees and some grass on them.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had two pretty cool dreams last night, sadly I didn't write them down and don't remember much now.

22.30: Sleep

05.30: Fighting
I'm up on a building next to a bunch of other buildings. They're white and made of clay or brick. Someone's running away from the police below and I throw purple insulation bits at him to spot him for the cops, only he's super fast. He jumps over rubble and starts climbing the wall. I try to hit him with some insulation but he easily dodges it. In one jump he jumps up onto some construction iron bars. I realise he'll make it to the roof I'm on with his next jump. He grins at me evily as he shoots up towards me.

*BAM!* I dropkick him right on his shoulder and he stops mid air then begins to fall. It's pretty far up and I know it'll do some damage to him if he lands on the ground. He hits the ground with a little "crack." The cops swarm around him but he gets back on his feet and starts climbing again. I once again kick him off the edge but this time he jumps to a nearby roof then up onto mine. He takes out a gun and tries to shoot me. I dodge all six bullets then attack him with some punches. We start to wrestle instead and I get him on the ground. I snap a chain from the ground onto his ankle. The chain goes into a hole and it pulls him into it, I follow down into the hole.

We land softly as we've both got ninja skills. Inside the building is some kind of stage with blue lights on. People start clapping their hands and I feel thrilled. "Wow! Finally a fair fight" the guy I was fighting says. "Yeah man that was so cool, the way you jumped at me from those iron bars" I say and give him a hug. He gives me a short explanation about the place we're in, apparently it's some secret club. I spot my cousin by a desk. "Oh well, figured you'd be here" I tell him, he gives me a smile. All of a sudden we're going on a mission and I have to put people on a map in different locations.


05.30: Fragments
*I'm at our vacation cabin in northern Sweden. The world's gone to shit once again and there are zombies roaming around. I grab an axe and a big kitchen knife and head outside. Three zombies walk up to me on the lawn, their eyes are glowing insanely bright and a little girl talks to me about something prophetic. "I have an axe!" I yell at them. The dream skips and people start showing up further down the fields. The people I'm with wants to go down there. "Finally warm water and beds!" one woman exclaims from the group. "No! Don't you see? The virus will spread so easily if we're in large groups. We have to stay here and away from the rest" I tell them but they refuse to listen and head down there anyways.

*I'm in a swimming pool with a few people having a good time.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Michelle Bachman

I am visiting my grandparents. I have been spending a few nights at their place, and it is time for me to head home. My brother is going to do something first, and my grandfather (who is a retired pastor) is going to visit someone in the hospital. Apparently, Michelle Bachman has been visiting friends at my Uncle's church, and has had an accident. My grandfather explains that he is going to visit her.

I debate whether I should go with my brother or my grandfather, and decide that it would be neat to meet Michelle Bachman on such informal terms. I decide that since the hospital is not far out of the way for me, I should follow my grandfather there and then go home from the hospital.

There is a whole scene involving me and the GPS, looking for the power cord etc., which is too boring to try and recall right now. Cut to the hospital.

As we are driving I wonder if they will let us in to visit. After all, she is a presidential candidate, and it seems unlikely that people can just wander in when they want to. I worry about secret service people. But it seems that clergy has a special priveledge, and my grandfather says nobody will mind if my grandmother and I come along.

We arrive at the hospital. My grandparents and I sit in the waiting room. Ms. Bachman apparently has a few visitors already. I run over in my mind how to address her, realizing that I can't remember if she is a senator or a congresswoman. I decide to just say "hey".

Eventually, the nurse calls us back. Someone opens the hospital room door, and my grandfather ushers my grandmother and I in. I walk in behind my grandmother, and find that there is nobody in the room. There is some nice furniture, and it is set up almost like a living room. There are some chairs and a couch in front of a fireplace, and a sort of hospital bed in one corner. But apparently this is not the hospital room. It is kind of a waiting room that is part of a hospital room suite. Michelle is in another section, and once again we have to wait our turn.

I notice that there are some other people in the room waiting to see her as well. There are some kids in their late teens or early twenties with a trifold poster board, pracitcing a presentation on injuries. They figure that they can get Michelle Bachman to work on something to protect kids from sports injuries, counting on her recent experience in the hospital to give them traction.

My mother calls me back to the original waiting room for a second. I forget why. I tell her we are about to go back to see Ms. Bachman, and I try to show her the way back. But as we walk, the hospital seems to become confusing. It used to just be a short hallway and a door, but now there is a huge area set up like the inside of an airport. The more I walk, the more confusing it gets. I try to jog, but it is that frustrating kind of movement I always get when I try to move quickly in a dream. I retrace my steps, thinking I have overshot the original hallway that leads to the hospital room.

"Argh!" I think. "Of all times for Mom to show up and pull me away." Somehow I know that my grandfather is now visiting with Michelle, and I am missing the chance to visit. "This kind of thing is always happening to me. Why is it always like this? As soon as I get the chance of a lifetime, something happens to take me away, and then I can't find my way back. It's like one of those frustrating dreams I am always having!"

More out of frustration than anything, I decide to do a reality check. "Maybe this is a dream," I think. But I only think it in a frustrated way. I don't really think it is a dream, I'm just annoyed. I quickly count my fingers, and there are 5 of them. Nothing unusual there. I don't do any other reality check, because I "know" this is reality and I only did the RC to make a statement anyway. "I guess I'm awake," I say.

Then I wake up.

Sweet Shop

I get a job working in a candy store. This dream goes on for a while, but much of it seems to center around all the tasty things that I keep wanting to eat. There are sick kids too, who keep coughing near me. There is a dish of some kind of candy that I sneak bites of every once in a while. I think I am working with my brother.

Pathetically missed dreamsign

I go to use a public restroom. I am trying to find one with decent privacy. I wander into a men's room, and find a stall. The lights don't seem to work well in there, and part of the restroom is dark. Even where I am it is dimly lit. I have some uneasy thoughts about "things" lurking in the darkness. I comfort myself by thinking that I am in a light place, but I know that "the things can look at me out of the darkness"

12/20/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I was riding my bicycle at traffic. There were lanes for bicycles on the left and right, but there were too many cars passing by for me to zoom through. I eventually meet a stop light, but when I had the chance to move, it was difficult trying to move the bike again.



But somehow I managed to get through before the lights turned red again. I decided to turn to the left bicycle lane (there was someone coming in the opposite direction, but I didn’t care).

I kept riding and I saw a convenience store that looked appealing and wanted to get a bite of something. So I ride really fast to make my bike elevate over this pretty huge ledge (probably the length of the bottom portion of my legs).




I landed successfully, but it was kind of awkward, I was worried that people were looking, but the feeling faded quickly. I needed to find a place to lock my bicycle, and I saw a metal gray rod with a round-ish tip that came off the dirt as a start.

I go into the store, and I see that the fast food section of it (You know how there’s a mini-fast food in gas stations? Yeah, exactly like that), but to get to the fast foot section, and I had to slide into a crack.



After I got past the crack, I couldn’t remember anything else.