non-lucid

So much happened!

I remember waking up in bed with Sean, except he didn't look like Sean. He was still black, but he was tall and very muscular, with a large muscular chest, and I don't think he was completely human. He kept bothering me to get up because he had company coming. So we both got up and he started putting on some awesome clothes, some sort of weird armor that was a mixture of spartan and space elements, medallions, and other things I don't remember. He was some sort of military commander.

The next thing I knew he was gone and there were two other women standing off in the corner of the room; I was in a drab shirt/gown, picking up handfuls and handfuls of tiny dice from a table behind me and pouring them onto what was once the bed but was something else now. The two women kept nagging each other. One kept complaining about "Why can't I have this?" or "Why can't I be that?" while the other answered annoyedly "Because you don't have enough this" or "You haven't had training for that." Their auras were similar to that of two guys I know, Tyler and Scott, respectively.

I think that's when Sean came back. "We're moving the men out," he proclaimed. "Your men and your men," he pointed to 'Tyler' and 'Scott,' "will be headed for (some place I don't remember), and I'll send my men to (some other place I don't remember... I'm horrible at these kind of details...)." He was referring to little lego men on a game board, I reflected in my mind's eye.
"What about my little guy? He teamed up with you guys yesterday," I told Sean meekly. 'Scott' answered instead.
"He can't go with because he never fully declared his alliance with us by moving his residence to our base," he said. I knew this base was a place where my little guy would have had to risk his life and relationships to get to, and the both of us had been naive enough to think that he could be a part of this group without actually risking his life. This was no regular army, but a group of rogue soldiers who were fighting against the government.

I gave Sean a pleading look. Why hadn't he told me this?

"He's right," Sean said, "You should have known this." He turned to leave, and waved for Scott and Tyler to follow him. Sean was always the unbiased man, I reflected half-proud of him but still disappointed.

The next thing I remember is watching my Mom play a video game where her character (which looked similar to Sock Boy) was flying through the air in a Jungle area; she soon maneuvered him so that he landed on his belly on a vine-slide and slid down it for a long time as it twisted and weaved in various directions. Suddenly it wasn't a game anymore. My consciousness was following him to this hidden wooden structure that was half-built into a cave, where we could hear this monstrous noise from inside, growling and snarling and destroying things. I knew this was the place where all the sacred dice were kept. I waited silently outside until the monster emerged. He was big and ugly, and giant brownish mass of teeth, thick limbs, and ooze, looking around with only one eye. He sensed my presence (even though I had no body at this point), and charged in my direction, so I turned and ran. I needed to tell someone.

The next thing I remember is my consciousness following a gorgeous black woman as she soared through the sky. She reminded me of Storm from the X-Men, except she had really long, dark-brown hair. And she looked angry. She landed on a ledge on top of a very tall building on which one of the women from earlier stood waiting for her. This second women no longer held the aura of Scott or Tyler... I didn't recognize her at all. My focus was on the black woman, her thick, sexy lips; her white lipstick; round, piercing eyes; thin, strong arms; a long, slender, sexy neck; and the tints of grey weaved in with the few braids in her hair. This woman was in her early forties but still seemed very strong. She approached the other woman - who was not fully human - and got right in her face. She began blaming the other woman for the monster in the dice keep, demanding to know who had leaked its location and why. The other woman became furious and tried to defend herself. Finally she got right back into the first woman's face and put her foot down.
"I CHOSE to work (with whatever organization at some specific time which I don't remember) so I could HELP you protect it, to work WITH you!"
The black woman took a step back, knowing she was wrong to have blamed the second woman. But she was still angry.
That's when my mother woke me up.

Going to bed 11:30-12:00
Goals: Recall 6 dreams
4:50 Flash of playing and at the same time being in this rpg game, im playing it with my bro. I just rem being on the top level of some dungeon or something like that, it looks pretty modern, kind of like the inside of a huge mansion or something, but in the dream i know its many levels. I just rem going through a door and finding a knife on the ground, right after i find the knife i imediately see another item on my screen, it says 40 cal gun. I rem saying to my bro, i wonder what this one will look like.

*Flash of going to the kitchen to poor a bowl of cereal. I cant rem what all i do but i finally realize that i had poored a bowl earlier, i get the bowl off the counter, its cinnamon cereal. I take a couple of bites and despite sitting out its not soggy or anything.

6:30 I rem being on a rollercoaster or amusement park ride that swings you around all over the place.I dont rem why but for some reason i strt to ride it with my eyes closed. I just rem being swung around in blackness and just thinking about it really.

*Had a fa, just rem getting up and moving this pillow and blankett at the base of my bed, i rem wrapping the pillow up in the blanket and putting it back at the bottom of the bed.

9:05 Being driven somewhere by my sister, were on a road in the country, looks a lot like medina. Its nightime and there is a white boxy car in front of us. That car comes to a stop but my sister is going quite fast. As we get closer to the car i pretend like we are going to hit it, jokingly. My sister doesnt slow down fast enough though and we end up hitting the car quite hard. I rem the sound and feel of the impact was very sudden. It was just a big bang and i rem being jolted forward quite hard.

After hitting it the car moves up a little and stops, I tell my sister, maybe their music was too loud to even hear it. My sister scoots up and hits him again, this time much softer. This time i can see the driver watchingus in his mirror. He is a bald asian dude, he looks back at us, his face asking if we want to pullover. We really dont want to obviously but he does, dont rem past this.

*Playing like an old turn based rpg, the graphics look like the old pokemon games. I rem i was trying to choose my class for a while, there were three options, i know two were warrior and mage. I ended up choosing warrior which had the tallest characrter of the three. He was wearing red clothes, had brown hair, and a big sword. The game starts me out at some like magic school or something, i rem text briefing me, i rem it at one point saying, you watch a mage and student walk by.

I rem starting to have second thoughts about my character. I realize ill probably be able to use a few support spells but nothing too powerful. I start to want a mage character and as i think about it i imagine a turn based fight as a mage. I just rem seeing the interface for a fight, i can see my potential mage characters back, he is wearing a robe and hood, white with a blue stripe i think

I decided to experiment with alarm timers last night.
What I basically did was setup my pc so that it would produce a very loud beep at certain times during the night in order to wake me up.
I figured this way I wouldn't have to move (to turn off an alarm for example) and I could make numerous WILD / DEILD attempts during a single night.
This is obviously not a new idea, but I haven't tried anything like if before.
I set the alarms to start after approximately 5 hours of sleep, and then repeat in intervals of 20 minutes for 2 hours.



I wake up thinking the first alarm must have gone off, but I didn't really hear anything.
I'm a bit disorientated but try to remember any dreams.
I recall there being some dream with me driving my car, but no specifics.
Then the alarm goes off. It's quite a bit louder than I thought it would be.
Weird, I must have woken up before it actually went off for the first time.
I then attempt to WILD but fall asleep too quickly.


*BEEP*
That must have been the second alarm. Unfortunately I moved quite a bit, I think a DEILD is out of the question.
I try to recall any dreams but I can't remember anything whatsoever.
I close my eyes and attempt another WILD.
Surprisingly, I immediately get quite strong HH.
Not only do I get pretty vivid images and lighting flashes, but I also hear voices.
This is quite odd, it's never this intense...
Hold on a second...
I open my eyes and to the nose plug RC.
I'm dreaming! This is a FA... of course... how did I not think of that?
I float out of bed towards my pc to see if there's anything on the monitor, but it is turned off.


I wake up again, pretty sure of having heard the last half of the alarm sound.
I wonder if this is another FA and realize that this method will obviously cause quite a few FA's and I can't test for them properly if I'm not supposed to move.
But I moved yet again anyways, so I just plug my nose again. I'm pretty sure that I'm awake.
I attempt another WILD, this time focusing stronger on remaining conscious.
I feel more "clear in the head" than before and feel like I have a good chance of success.
I quickly get vivid blue plasma HI, followed by faint memories of images.
They go on for a short time and I am unsure of what I'm supposed to do, so I just wait it out, hoping to enter a lucid.
A first scene forms of be being on a couch with a few people I do not know.
I am right on the verge of entering a lucid dream, I know it, but the scene vanishes.
But is is quickly followed by another scene.
There's snow... a road... people walking the road towards... some kind of temple?
It looks Japanese... people are wearing kimonos.

It's now or never, I have to act.
I try to jerk my dream body forwards, into the scene...
Gravity! I fall for maybe half a meter and my feet hit the snowy road.
My whole body is buzzing, but these vibrations quickly turn into senses.
I can feel the cold wind on my skin and... ouch!
My feet are SO COLD. I'm standing barefoot in the snow.
It is so cold that it nearly hurts, but for some reason it feels really good.
I try to further stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands, but then I get a better idea.
I grab some snow from the road and rub it over my naked chest and it feels incredibly good.
The coldness even causes me to shiver.

Some DC's are giving me odd looks as they are walking past me towards the temple.
I decide to join them and investigate what's going on in the temple, it's not very far away.
This dream is really stable. I bet it has to do with the constant feeling of coldness, which is triggering many of my senses.
I wish coldness and snow would feel this awesome in waking life... I hate winter in waking life.
I reach the temple, which is more of a gate actually.
Behind it is a meeting of many Japanese people wearing traditional clothing.
There's water in the center, a bit like a swimming pool, but very natural.
Some women are dancing on this water, with particles of light floating out of the water.
It reminds me of a scene from FFX:




I wake up yet again.
I wonder if this is another FA.
Not wanting to move, I attempt to levitate my dream body upwards... which sort of works.
I have some trouble separating my dream body from my real body, but finally I'm floating in my room.
It's different from before, it's like I still feel the attachment to my real body.
I have to think of this dream: Out of body? - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
I try to avoid looking at my real body still in bed, remembering that it freaked me out last time.


I wake up again.
This time I managed not to move, I even still have my eyes closed.
I try not to think, but I end up thinking that I want to meet Yuya.

A new dream scene forms... it's Teraluna!
Amazing! I look around and notice that I'm sort of floating in the air.

"Hyu..."

It's Yuya!

"Hi!"

She points towards the ground.
I look down and realize that I am floating about 2 meters above the ground.
And obviously, at this specific moment, I stop floating.
I fall into a tiny river which is right next to Yuyas place.
I quickly emerge from the water and hold on to the terrace the river is flowing by.
Yuya is right in front of me and bursts out laughing.
I have to laugh myself, this is so typical of me.

I get out of the water.
The shock of falling into the river was actually a good thing, it "woke me up".
I talk with Yuya about numerous things, including the dream I just had where I rubbed snow onto my chest.

"I thought you didn't like snow."
"I certainly don't in waking life."
"You call it mud."
"It usually is, but the snow in the dream was so pure, it was so different."

We're sort of staring at the landscape during our conversation and I casually put my left arm around her waist.
Where does this confidence come from? Usually I'm quite shy around her for some reason.
After we discuss a few more things Yuya presses her back against my chest.

"Hold me!"
"Okay?"
"Hold on to me!"

I put both of my arms around her wondering what's going on.
Within a split second everything turns very dark and my body vibrates.
I can hear the very loud sound of the alarm going off.
I no longer feel, I can't hear anything besides the alarm and I can barely see.
I try to concentrate on the warmth of Yuyas body which is pressed against mine, since it's the only thing I'm still able to feel clearly.
As the alarm sound stops, my senses gradually come back and after a few seconds I can see and feel clearly again.

"Holy shit!"
"Did we just prevent myself from waking up?"
"We did indeed."
"This is amazing... You're amazing! ..."
"Ain't I?"

She says, sticking out her tongue. I have to laugh.

"Let's go!"

Yuya grows water wings and takes off.
I quickly summon my phoenix wings and go after her.
We leave Haven and fly through the tree crowns of Teraluna.
We're flying quite a bit slower than last time, enjoying the mysterious and beautiful landscape of Teraluna...


I wake up again and decide to take some notes.
I look at my mobile to check the time and realize that all 6 alarms have already passed.
I must have missed a few of them.
I go back to sleep and wake up again after a total of 9 hours of sleep.
But I still feel sort of tired. I did have 6 alarms going off during the night, I guess this makes sense.

Anyways, this was an interesting experience, and I'm probably going to try this again soon.
The feeling of preventing yourself from waking up was quite something!

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="royalblue"]Semi-Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
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[COLOR="silver"]Everything worked out correctly, but now the awakenings are booring, so I am going to start incorporate some visualisation techniques. In the beggining of the night I will use the Hand affirmation, and on my WBTB I will use the Lucidology techniques.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were in my friends house, I have never been in that house but in the dream it felt like I had been there many times. Nothing special happend I was just there.

I was going home, but I took the wrong bus and got lost, I had idea where I was and I don't remember what happend next.

I was going to buy a lottery ticket to my friends birthday, but when I bought them I was afraid that he would win. So I kept them.[/COLOR]

I WBTB, after some random visualisations i lost consciousness but ended up on a street, i did a nose plug RC and i can breathe! i look down at my hands, they seem normal so i try to push my fingers through my left hand, it works, they go through. "right, i am dreaming" i think to myself. I start to stabilise the dream and look around, i am in a room with my bed, except it is not MY room. I rub my hands together and decide to stabilise again in a different way, i suck the paint off one of the walls... Its now grey and it tastes weird.
I go downstairs and out onto the street, its twilight and i remember my task of getting a dc to do something for you, i see a girl in a blue top and a skirt, i float across the road towards her and say "excuse me, i just wanna speak to you", she ignores me so i repeat the question again. She turns to face me, sees that im floating and runs away. I try holding my hand out towards her "girl in blue top STOP RUNNING" it doesnt work and she rounds a corner.

I head round the corner to see where she went but i've lost her. Instead i see a guy with long hair and a black beanie on. He has a sleeve tattoo and i notice it. I walk over to him "Wow awesome tattoo man!" i say, he smiles at me and thanks me. I figure this is going well seeing as i've never intentionality had a conversation with a DC before. I tell him that i am dreaming right now, at first he is shocked then tells me, "I'm dreaming too!" he then says "lets do whatever we want!"
I tell him I am here because i have some tasks to do, he asks me what they are and i tell him about my task of falling from a height that would normally kill you. I ask him if he has anything he would like to do. He says yes but we can do that after. We walk towards a large building made of dark red bricks, i think this looks ok and turn to ask the guy "a fall would kill you from there, right?" he nods "yeah i reckon.."

Suddenly i get a little scared that i will forget this part of the dream, so i try and wake myself up so i can journal... I close my eyes and feel myself waking up.

I wake up in a bed and grab my DJ and start to journal about the dream, when im done, i roll over and sleep again.

I instantly appear in a supermarket very populated with DC's, nose plug RC it works I try pushing my fingers through my hand and that works too, then i try pushing them through a wall next to me, it works, but only slightly.
i want to find this guy again, he was kinda cool, then remember my task of telling a DC to do something, i have a look around to which DC's look like they'd help me out, there are so many. I see an old school friend called Nick, walking towards me... I walk over to him "hey man, not seen you in TIME! I need a favour, i know I'm dreaming and i am looking for someone, i need to find him, can you help me out?" Nick smiles "sure" he asks me to stand inside one of the squares on the tiled floor, i do. He makes a weird gesture with his hands and then stops, the floor around me begins to glow where i am stood. "not what?" i ask. He turns to me and says "just walk into any room, through any door & you will find him"
"coooooooooooool!" i think to myself. I thank Nick & he walks away, i go into the first room i see, its a shop that i was standing outside. i start to look around. At first i cannot see him, so i walk in and still nothing, yet when i turn around he is there behind me, sweeping the floor. I think he works here. "FOUND YOU!" i say, he looks surprised and replies "yo! You totally disappeared on me before" i apologise and explain about me not wanting to forget so journalling quickly. We both head into the nearest room, there is a small window at the end. We both walk towards it, i open it and look down, its about 6 floors up, this should do, i turn to my tattooed friend and say "that would kill me, right?" he walks over and looks out "....Yeah man that would DEFINITELY kill you... Be careful yeah?" i laugh and nervously RC again just to make sure, yup dreaming. I realise that the space im looking out to now is the place i met this guy... Cool, i spawned myself inside the building. With both arms either side of the window i fling myself out and shout "wooooooooo!!!" just as im about to land i wake up in bed.

I roll over and grab my DJ, the entry from before is surprisingly neat for me and the writing is tiny, it almost looks like I didn't write it. i shrug it off and carry on journalling. Once I'm done, Hobbs walks into the room "DUDE! do you even know what you did last night!?" I panic and shake my head... he laughs at me "mate you need to apologise to wardy and her friend".... "but i was dreaming" i say, he laughs again and explains that I'd slept-walked around the house and scared my friend sarah and her friend, who i have never seen before. As we are talking they come to my room too and tell me it was really weird, i keep asking what i did but they don't tell me. All of a sudden my old work friend Livia is there "what are YOU doing here!?" i say, she smiles and hugs me... Sarah asks for a hug and i tell her no, cause i wanna know what i did first. They all leave the room, i look back at my DJ entry and at how weird the writing is... My vision blurs and i wake up in my bed for real this time.

Dammit!! =P

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my great grandmother's house. My great grandma (who IWL passed away about two years ago) was sitting in an armchair near her front door. My sister sat at a footstool near the chair. There were other family members in the house, as if we were having a gathering or party of some kind.

My great grandma was showing us photos from a big photo album she had. The photo album had black covers, and the pages were letter-size, clear plastic page sleeves, probably with a black "backing" set into each sleeve. Each page had one photograph, which was as big as a letter-size piece of paper.

The photos were from my great grandfather's time of service in the Air Force. Apparently he had fought in World War II. My great grandma and/or my sister told how my great grandpa would send these photos home in letters. The letters would be kind of cheerful, not hinting at any danger my great grandpa was experiencing.

My great grandma had put all these photos into a book and then had then captioned each one in the same kind of cheerful, breezy tone that my great grandpa had used in his letters.

My great grandma now laughed. She said that, looking back on these photo captions, she was shocked at how naive and silly they sounded, and how they trivialized the hard experiences my great grandpa had had in the war. We all laughed.

My sister took the book. She may have had the intention either of putting the book away or of showing us the pictures, but not reading any of the captions. I asked my sister, a little forcibly, if I could see the book. I wanted to read some of the captions aloud. After my great grandma's story, the captions seemed like the most interesting thing of all.

I sat down on a footstool on the other side of the room from my sister. I looked through the pages. Some photos had captions on their bottom edges, typed in. Others had captions written on the backs of the photos, scrawled out in big letters with some purplish pencil. Others had a combination of typing and handwriting.

I now started actually looking at the photos. I was stunned when I saw a photo of a jet fighter, like an F-4 or an F-16. The fighter was on the ground, and it was largely hidden from view by big vehicles like trucks, so I only saw the nose, cockpit, and two rectangular air intake valves on either side of the nose.

I looked at the back side of the photograph. It said F-15 and something like "Flurry or Fury" or "Fluffy or Fury." The word "Fury" was then repeated. This was all typed, centered, at the top of the page, as if by an official agency. There was a little bit more official text, followed by a lot of scrawled out writing from my great grandma.

I stuttered to my family, "This -- this -- must be one of the first uses of jet fighters in actual combat situations!"

My great grandma nodded in affirmation.

I then flipped through some more pages. One group of photos showed some kind of switchboard area. Women were working the switchboards. There was one photo with a woman with dark hair, in a 1940s style, curly, down to about her shoulders. The woman wore a uniform, but I don't remember if she wore a hat. She may have been wearing small, round eyeglasses.

I said, again in surprise, that this was one of the first groups of women to be used for something like strategic or technological operations.

Dream #2

I was walking into a really busy clothing store, coming in behind a big group of people. There were racks full of clothes as soon as we came in the doors. The people in front of me kind of filtered out to different areas of the store. A little girl in a cheerful-patterned, red and white dress followed the people.

I basically went to some set of clothes racks with panties on display. There were some other people there. Two were a couple, a young man and a young woman. They both looked kind of well-off. I was afraid they would think I was a pervert for being here. I also worried whether the parents of the little girl I'd seen would think I was a pervert.

Dream #3

A song. A guitar played a nice sounding, strumming melody with a solid, but relaxed rhythm. I took this to be the foreground music. Then another stringed instrument (???) Would come in occasionally and add a little riff that sounded a bit like that "Brazil" song from the movie... um... Brazil, by Terry Gilliam.

25-08-11 I am at a home office, belonging to my mum and I don't think my dad lives there any more. I really need to take a whiz.

I look in the cupboard to see if the bowl is there though I can't find it, I have a moment of thinking “why is it we don't have a toilet?”.

Ah well I might as well use the floor then, that is probably where it would go anyway. I start pissing on the floor. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

While I am peeing I try running around finding some towels, kitchen towels and paper to soak it all up with. I manage to find quite a few of these, but.. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

When I am done my sister walks into the kitchen and grabs something from the fridge, there is an open door between us and I am worried she will see what I have just done.

I talk to her about why she is up, she replies she has been asleep for about 8 hours (I worry if she is done sleeping) but also that she isn't done yet. She turns around and walk back, she has a massive smile on her face, and she looks like she has been exercising, as her face is all red.

I grab all the towels and put them under the desk (looks like the desk my dad made for me when I was living at home before moving to England). There is still a towel that I have put on a stack of papers and the A4 paper is now soaked as well. Besides this the urine is now starting to run down the side of this stack and into the printer, luckily it is an old printer not in use.

I wake up, check myself, experience a brief “phew, close one” moment and hit the john.
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I am in a counter strike setting, me and my team mates are waiting in a harbour office building or something similar for the gates to open. When hey do hell breaks loose and shots are exchanged.

Should think the setting is at the docks, late afternoon though I don't see much outside the office I do see containers though.

Skip.

I come to myself still in the building, the gate is closed (if the gate is still even there). I walk around and run into a rather large man (not fat, but rather NFL potential build), he is of the enemy team so I pull out a falchion (think it is the closest description, it is a sword that curves like a mother fucker).

He pulls out a small knife of about 3-4 inches maybe.

I pull another falchion and start swinging at him. He dodges, sort of, I mean it looks like he is standing still, but he sorta doesn't stand still either.

After a bit of this he grabs my arm, turns me around and disarm the sword of that hand. I am at that moment completely at his mercy. He grabs the sword I have dropped and swing it over my arm that he is holding.

He doesn't actually hit me with it, but the motions he is making are blurry (that fast), and would have wrecked my arm had he followed through on the silent threat.

He lets me go and I panic.

I run back through a door with a code lock. The door is open and then take a left to get back to the room I started in. I can see the door is open as the one I have just run through, but the man now runs out the door and blocks my escape.

He tells me that the windows in the building are unbreakable and that there is no way out for me.

I dash for the window straight in front of me, though I know the windows are unbreakable I can't give up without trying to get away.

I leap and jump towards the window, I pull up my feet in order to kick the glass out and I hit a sensation of what might as well be the concrete floor I just left.

I know my fate is sealed.

I wake up.
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I am in school, more specifically a selected course of the university (I am supposed to take one this semester). The room looks like the top room of Falck in Hornslet.

My teacher is Søren Pilmark and he is an ass.

First off I haven't read what I was supposed to, which doesn't really bother me as I have had no way of knowing what it was. The teacher doesn't seem to care and is talking harshly to us all.

A class mate asks if he will develop an application that will help with the learning. He tells him that he doesn't care much and that he would rather be with his family.

Skip.

I bitch and whine about this silly teacher of ours to someone. I also mention that it is “That actor dude..”
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I am at a race, not an ordinary race, but a race nonetheless. It happens in a cave and there are multiple finishing points. Yellow, blue, green, red etc.

The aim is simple, get to the finishing point as quickly as possible. There is a twist though.

For every goal there is a direct route of average challenge, this route is marked from the start so everyone knows about it.

The goal is decided by a faerie (I think). So there are a lot of people waiting at the starting area and awaiting the words of the fae.

“Green!” And people start rushing off to the green tunnel, except a rather smallish blonde girl (she has long blonde hair, and she heads for the yellow tunnel. I am hovering above her at this time looking at what she is doing.

She is ascending a steep narrow grassy hill and at one point she has to crawl down and use her arms to get upwards. At this part of the track there are houses and portals(?) on either side of the pathway.

She gets to the top and then falls back and let herself fall into the portal on the left hand side. I follow and we are pretty much right at the goal.

I think she goes in and wins it and none of the other competitors are anywhere near. I try and get an overlook of the tunnel system up, but the only thing I manage to figure out is that the original route is wicked long compared to what she just did.

There are multiple portals in this room and there are two guardians guarding the goal or something. One of them starts making it's way towards the girl.

It looks like predator, though it has something on the back of its skull, missing all the “tentacle hair” always associated with them. Besides this its head is much smaller and it doesn't seem to posses quite as threatening physique. It is wearing a white robe or similar.

I jump up to it, I get the feeling that I could take it if it came to a fight, but I try cunning instead. I have for the past couple of moments looked at my experience sheet, and I am positive it says I have “38900” (or close thereto) out of the same number, or in other words I am at the exact level up point only need a bit more.

I ask the guardian if I can quickly show my sister my experience sheet before they continue fighting. Unexpectedly the guardian agrees and waits. I say, “Hey look at my experience!” and then I see that I am actually 1000 short “Ahhh”, I tell the guardian, “I thought I was actually at the level up number”.

Then I ask him if there is a place we can go and kill some monsters so I can get the last bit I need. He agrees and escorts me into a toilet and explains where the different monsters hang out.

I think to myself I could just kill this one, but he is actually rather helpful and likable, plus it would just be lame to sucker punch him when he is only trying to help.
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Speaking to someone if they are bound in the same way to words as the Sidhe.
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Something about 50 cent or U-turn in a golf cart not being happy with my admission to the school, might not have been a legal arrangement.

So you know how I like that one guy right? The guy I refer to as "C"..but I will call him K-Love now (that's his nickname that some people call him) Well we've become pretty good friends and yeah. :3 This is a dream I had that was mostly about him...except this first part.

I was on a plane i belive with my friend Kaitlynne. I was terrified because they said we were about to crash. Something in the Plane's computers had gone wrong and there was no way they could stop it. And as our speed picked up, we realized that we were not going to survive unless we left the plane, with parachutes. Kaitlynne and I put on ours and we go to see our youth pastor. He tells us that God will protect us, unless it is our time to go. But even if we die, we will be in heaven and everything will be okay. He tells us to pray for courage and strength... I don't actually remember jumping off the plane with my friend.
(time skip)
I am at a party. There is a pool. My friend and I swim around in it for a while, but don't seem to get wet at all. When I got out, I heard K-Love somewhere. I went to find him. I found him with one of his friends and they were doing somthing...I don't remember what it was. I think it had something to do with music or drumming. Then I go into the church and he is there now, too, but I don't notice. He comes up behind me and pokes my shoulder and then messes up my hair with one hand. I turn around and he just smiles at me. Then, a few seconds later, this kid wants him to play Wii with him. K-Love says that he would later.
(time skip)
I am outside with my friend Sarah from church. We see K-Love and his friend drumming. I grin at him and watch him. We make eye contact a few times, smiling at each other every time.
(time skip)
I am in a large cafeteria-like room. We are eating. The thing is, the plates are just large chips. There are no good ones left, only fragments. I sigh and pick up the biggest shard I can find. A lady comes up and says "There you go, that's a good one." Then I give her this 'are you stupid?' look. Then I wake up.

So yeah I kinda liked this dream. Other than the fear of death I had during the airplane part. Recently I've been talking to K-Love more and more. The two of us have a great number of things in common. We even love the same parts in a certain movie from a certain trilogy. We are both musical and we love horses greatly. We even like the same breed of horse...Quarter Horse. I really like this guy and I hope he likes me back. I've caught him looking at me before. It was cute.

I'm at home, in my room. Solimar arrived. Told him he never contacted me, and that he hasn't replied to my question. He act like he didn't hear a thing. I told him I'll get back my stuff. Mom told me to come home tonight. I was not thinking of going anywhere, but then the thought came to me of going to San Carlos to get my stuff.

Then I was with Rexi. It's still in our town. He was about to leave and ride a car with someone. Told him the best way to introduce people to the business is to bring them to the functions to see the bigger picture, like what it was like with him. He agreed.

I was in a supermarket. The set up is strange. There are supermarket goods outside of the supermarket. It's also a very unfamiliar supermarket. Almost went lucid, but I rationalized it away.

It was night time. I was at somebody's house. I didn't know them. They were crying and mourning.

They were outside and I was there trying to comfort them.

I looked up to the moon. It fizzled, turned blood pink, and little beads of pink light arose from the center and aligned themselves in a circle around the moon.

I looked online, when I woke up, to see if I could identify that symbol anywhere but I didn't have much luck. I saw a picture of it on one of the charts, but there wasn't any explanation of it.

I was surprised to see such a symbol in the sky. In the dream I knew that it was giving me guidance towards something, that I had a greater purpose in this dream.

I was going back inside the house when I noticed that the moon had gotten exponentially closer to the Earth. The Moon now filled up the greater majority of the sky. I had never seen such a majestic view of it. I could see every crater in ridiculous vividness.

I decided to just sit there and stay awhile.

I was standing out of the door frame of a small-ish vehicle floating out in the middle of a lake. Two other people were with me, whom I didn't recognize but I knew they were my friends, one guy and one girl. I wasn't myself, for the most of the dream. I felt like a guy. My consciousness kept flickering back to myself, but for the most part I felt like I was a guy I know in real life named Shane.
The three of us were on a mission to meet someone - Satan. Images of magazine covers and internet articles flashed in my mind's eye with 'Satanism' and similar titles in big bold letters. I knew that the writers of those articles knew very little of their subject matter, that it was all just religious hype and media frenzy... but I knew. In fact I was on my way to meet the man right now.
I could see a small group of figures across the water, hovering above the surface, all in white tunics and slouchy pants pulled in at the ankles... like the style of clothing Indian men sometimes wear. He was among them, feigning unawareness of our approach. Suddenly my two partners had to use the bathroom. They didn't know whom we were approaching and thus weren't afraid, but they jumped out of the car and swam back to shore. I grit my teeth in disappointment that they had left me at the most inconvenient time. I couldn't fight Him alone, and he knew it, too. As soon as I took my eyes off of my friends' backs, I knew he was coming for me. Before I was all the way turned around to face him he was already hovering over the hood of my car - it was a blueish SUV, I think. My breath caught for a second... his grin and pitch-black eyes could freeze the blood, but... the rest of him...
He was bald and pale, with soft features, and the glowing white tunic only served to make him appear more harmless. He wasn't here to kill me. My male consciousness opened his mouth and began bad-mouthing the king of the underworld, causing me to mentally face-palm. As stupid as it was to use sarcasm against the man who was probably the inventor of hurtful language, I couldn't stop my alter-ego. Our opponent's grin turned sour at such disrespect; he and my alter-ego shared a heated conversation which I cannot recall, but then I knew it was time to stop this. His slight unamusement did not prevent his tunic from emitting an almost-blinding glow from the sunlight.
I ducked our body back into the car and began frantically shutting the doors and windows. It didn't help. I knew He could drown us in a second. He didn't though. Instead he forced the passenger-side window down without hardly a twitch of a muscle, and lowered himself to stare me in the eyes. My alter-ego broke loose with insults again, much to my displeasure. Lucifer's frown slowly turned upward and my heart began to thump against my chest. Suddenly the passenger side door (upon which I was leaning) flung open as Lucifer took a mid-air-step backwards. "Oops, your door is open," he chimed, in the most soothing, melodic male voice I have ever heard, and he floated away with a soft chuckle. Only then did the car begin to sink. I quickly crawled to the driver's side and opened the door. As I stood up to jump off, the water began to get wild and I could see my friends beginning to wade back to the car, too engulfed in conversation to notice the danger.
"Guys! Don't come any closer!" I called to them. They stopped, confused, as I jumped out and swam to them. I was surprised at how fast I could even though I usually can't swim at all. just as I had reached them and stood up to explain what had just happened, my male friend noticed our sinking car. He placed a rough hand on my head and dunked me under water again.
"THIS is for letting our car go to waste!" he growled at me as I struggles to get out of his grip. I was not afraid of drowning, but I became even more angry the longer he held me underwater. Finally he released me. I stood up and passed him to hide myself behind a building nearby on the beach.
Lucifer hadn't meant to kill me, though he could have in an instant, I reflected. But my friends had just deeply hurt me by not even giving me a chance to explain myself and blaming me after I had come so close to Death. I would just let them go back out to try to save the car, and let them face the same peril I had just escaped from. I would never speak to them again.

1. I was lying on an interstate overpass, sideways, so that if cars were coming they would run over my head and legs. However, traffic was stopped still, so I didn't get run over. I was looking backwards, so that all the cars were facing me. Directly in front of me stood a young black man. He was just minding his own business, then suddenly he looked over me and yelled to somebody, "No, YOU get in the WHITE cab!"

I looked behind me to see who he was talking to. A white man was behind me, riding in a stagecoach. He was yelling at the black man, "No, YOU get in the BLACK cab!" and pointing to the vehicle one lane to the side. I looked to see the cab he was talking about and was shocked to see a cart heaped high with burning corpses.

"No, YOU get in the WHITE cab!"

"I AM in the white cab! YOU get in the BLACK cab!"

Finally I got up and glared at the white guy. He immediately calmed down and started fussing with his clothes. The black man also calmed down immediately, looking at the sky.


2. I was watching my friend Jacob play a video game. It was a racing game where people were shooting bombs at you from the sidelines, and that made it really hard. My friend was doing his best but he couldn't complete the course because he kept dying. I asked if I could have a try. He said something scornful, but let me try it. When the race started, I couldn't figure out how to go and kept crashing into walls. Then, we realized that the bomb people don't expect you to do so bad, so they shoot bombs at where you should be rather than where you are. Since I was a little behind, the bombs were already on the course by the time I got to them, so it was much easier to dodge them. I still came in last, but my friend thought that it was a good strategy to wait a bit.

August 24, 2011

I should be going to my classes but I sat on a stone bench all day. A guard walk by but seeing how I no longer going to school (why no lucid?) he don't seem to mind. I watch the retarded kids get on their own private bus (sorry but "special ed" sound more like an insult to me). I saw my brother get out of school and he said bus 79 is down (forgot if broken or what) so we should be on 75. The driver who look like a student stated that we indeed should be on that bus. I woke up.

I had two other fragments but forgot them due to laziness and falling back to sleep.

Sometimes in the morning I just lay there and have fragmented sleep. It occurred to me this morning that it was a perfect time to try to lucid, so I did.

I had a dream where I was with my mom and we were in some extraordinarily beautiful vacation spot. The water was crystal clear, everything was warm but not hot, the sun was shining and everything was just breathtaking. She got on a floaty and I had a ton of trouble getting back on the boat. The dream was very short.

When I woke up, I decided to MILD. I thought of being back there, and then how I'd get back on the boat and go inside the cabin to summon a girl I've been trying to have lucid sex with for weeks.

When I fell asleep, I was in a very large office sort of place, but that doesn't really describe it. I can see it clearly but it defies description, although it wasn't very spectacular. I got the sense that I was still awake even though it was a dream, and I was a middle aged woman with my friend. There was a portal in front of me that led to the dream world. I said to her "Wake me up if I don't remember I'm dreaming" and leaped in.

There were sex booths that people could go into and have sex with anyone they desired that I had created. I sort of stumbled around and then she came in and touched me and I realized I was dreaming.

The lucid was very weak. I knew I was dreaming and had total control of my dream, yet I didn't have control of myself. I made a row of the booths with my mind and realized I was losing it. I tried rubbing my hands and said "I want to see my dream guide to help me LOSE lucidity" even though I wanted him to help me stay lucid. I turned around and a very muscular man with blonde chest hair was there. I fell down and woke up.

When I woke up, I kept completely still and kept my eyes closed. I saw the most brilliant HI, with these wonderful flashes of color and images, and then I felt as if my soul was trying to rip out of my body while it was being compressed. I didn't QUITE complete the DEILD, but I got close, and so I'm pretty proud of myself.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in my neighborhood on a cool, sunny day. I saw a blossoming tree, probably a young cherry tree, on the block caddy-corner from me. I saw it as if I were up the street frfom my corner (kind of to the north), while the tree was off from its corner as well (to the east).

Somehow I knew the world was going to end. I started either seeing or sensing check-mark boxes, like check-fields on a computer screen. As certain "symptoms" of doomsday were being listed, the check-mark boxes would turn green, as if to say this had already happened. Everything stated was being checked.

Dream #2

There was a man, possibly wearing a white suit, standing in a dark room. He was lit by a shaft of light which had little, stick-like patterns of black scattered throughout it. On either side of the man another light scheme played. This one was mostly black, with little, stick-like patterns of white scattered through it. The white lines may have been straighter and more ordered than the black lines. They may also have been totally vertical. These lights may also have flickered or strobed on and off, possibly to music, and possibly as the man danced.

Dream #3

I was in some really big hotel "in Brooklyn." The hotel almost seemed to be in ruins, just a shell of an old, magnificent hotel. But there were a lot of people in there, and it seemed like they were guests. But the windows and doors all seemed to be hollowed out, the floor was just concrete, and the walls were just some kind of golden brick.

I heard or felt an earthquake (or just heard that there was an earthquake?). I went outside to see if I could feel it.

I stood out on some huge bridge, which may have been the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge was made of tan-gold bricks. A deep, blue sky arched over it. The bridge began to heave up and down in sine-wave movements.

I now stood out on what may have been a deck for the big hotel. It was just a big, concrete area looking out over a big river (the East River?) and shaded by the height of the building. There were a bunch of people outside with me. We were all relaxed. It was like we were having a party.

Suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness and swaying. People started saying, "Whoa... whoa..." as if they were trying to get their balance. I looked down. The concrete now looked like the walkway for the Manhattan Bridge. But it was swaying and bulging. I knew this was an earthquake, but I didn't want to believe it was. It seemed like an earthquake would be really inconvenient at this moment.

It was now like I stood on a floor high up in the building. I was with a few other people. The building began swaying. It swayed so much I thought it was going to fall right over. It seemed really flexible, really elastic. It swayed down at one point so I saw some scene of concrete and rusty metal as if from a bird's eye view.

The room I was in then seemed to be "shaken loose" from the building. The room, possibly a whole floor, was drifting down to some area that also looked like ruined tangles of iron and conrete. But I kept thinking there was a chance that the room would manage to float all the way over the the Manhattan Bridge. I really wanted to be on a bridge while the earthquake was happening.

Dream #4

I was in a living room with two women. The feeling of the living room was very strange. It was almost like it was inside a house in the suburbs, but that the house was somehow on stilts or up a very high staircase.

The living room seemed pretty big. It was kind of dim, as if only one pale light was on in the room. The walls may have had some kind of pale sea-green color. The two women sat at a table. The table was covered with plush toys like stuffed animals. The two women sat next to each other on a long side of the table, which was just wide enough for them both. I knelt before the table, kind of low, so that I was barely poking my head above the table top.

I had gotten a gift for the woman on my right. This woman had a very boyish look and short hair. But she was still very pretty. I don't know what the gift was. Maybe it had been another plush toy.

The other girl laughed that I had gotten a gift for the first girl. Without her saying anything, I could tell why the second girl was laughing. Both the girls were lesbians, though they weren't lovers with each other.

The second girl, who was maybe in her late teens or early twenties, prettyish, with pale skin and long, brown hair, didn't think I knew the two girls were lesbians. She loved seeing boys express their love either for her or the first girl, and then somehow making it known that they were both gay, and making the boy feel stupid.

I was kind of annoyed by the second girl's intentions, even though I knew them ahead of time. I hadn't gotten the first girl a gift because I loved her. We had apparently worked together, and she had been a really good co-worker. So I wanted to give her a gift to show her my appreciation.

The first girl stood up and walked away. Some other things may have happened. We may all have been milling around the house for a bit. There were now a few other people in the house.

I had walked to the other end of the living room. I now turned around and walked back. There were two or three folding tables arranged in an "L" shape and cluttered over with stuff like quilts. A black or Latina woman, maybe in her late thirties, sat behind the table making the base of the "L."

I approached the woman to ask her if there was anything I could do for her. The woman was talking as if she were just finishing up talking to a group of students, for whom she was trying to coordinate some activity. But there didn't seem to be any students around.

The woman may then have spent some time explaining to me how serious she was about her work. The woman had a slightly brash, no-nonsense voice. But I could tell she really cared about people, including me -- for some reason!

The woman told me, "Yeah, go up in there and clean up the mess on the floor. But if you don't want to, you don't have to."

So I went "up there," which was a room at the other end of the living room, through a set of swinging doors. A little, black boy followed me into the room. It was a long, kind of narrow room. It may have looked a little like a dining room, with a few long dining tables in it. But it also had a lot of bookshelves along the walls (as well as really nice, big, tall windows shaded by sheer, white curtains). And there seemed to be toys on the floor.

At first I thought the job of cleaning up the floors was going to be easy -- too easy. I'd wanted a job that would make me feel like I'd really "helped the kids" (???), but this job would be over in just a few moments. The little, black boy had skip-run to the end of the rfoom and was now skip-dancing around.

I looked at the floor more closely. There was actually a lot of stuff like dough on the floor. Some of it may actually have been smashed into the maroon-colored carpet. I was relieved. This looked like a decent job. But I was uncertain whether I could actually get such sticky stuff as dough all the way out of this carpet.

The organizer woman then told me (as if I stood in front of her again) that I didn't need to clean the floor if it was going to be too big a job. She actually told me that I simply should not clean up the floor if the job looked like it was going to require a lot of effort, as this would simply be overkill.

I may have half-heartedly told the woman, "But I want to clean the floor." I wanted to do something useful.

Dream #5

I was in a living room. I stood before a couch. My friend EI, who tends bar at places where I do karaoke, sat on the left (my left) side of the couch. A man who I didn't quite see sat on the right side. The couch, as well as the living room, seemed to be cluttered with stuff like blankets and plush toys.

It felt like there was a party going on here, although I couldn't see anybody else in the room. The room also seemed quiet. The light in the room was pale, as if lit by a strong, cold incandescdent (or LED?) bulb.

The man may have been of medium height, pale white, with a slight beard and messy, short, brown hair. He may have been wearing a really baggy, dark sweater and dark pants. He may possibly have given the impression that he didn't want to talk to me.

EI and I started talking. We were soon quite aroused by each other. I told EI that I really shouldn't do anything. My friend H was in the next room, studying. H and I were pretty much together. So if H saw EI and I making out, she'd be really upset.

But even as I was saying this, I was starting to embrace EI. EI was wearing something like a dancer's outfit. It was hot pink, spandex-like material, in two pieces. The top was like a very short cut shirt, almost like a bra with short sleeves. The skirt was also very short, like an ice skater's skirt and bottom.

I embraced EI and began kissing her belly, then kissing up her chest and neck. All this time I was telling her that we really shouldn't do this. EI looked really happy with what I was doing to her.

EI was so tiny (she's pretty tiny IWL, but she was even tinier!). I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her short skirt was turning me on so much. I moved my head down so I could put my face on her crotch.

But for some reason, EI was now straddling me on the couch. Suddenly, H opened a door to the right (my right) of the couch. She poked her head out and called my name, a little matter-of-factly. I tried to say that I was telling EI we shouldn't do this.

I walked into the bedroom from which H had popped out her head. I was now laying on the bed with H. H was reading from some sort of textbook. She wore a pale brown t-shirt. The bed was just a mattress on the floor. The mattress and everything else in the room seemed really cluttered.

I had explained to H that I hadn't meant to get that involved with EI. H seemed to be okay with everything I was saying. I started kissing H softly. But she kind of pushed me off, saying she needed to study.

I walked out of H's room through a door on the wall to the left of the wall with the door through which I had entered.

I was now in a long, dim, narrow room. The room was lit with warm, dim, red and yellow light -- almost like a dim, incandescent light offset by red holiday lights. I sat in some strange, narrow space with two women. The space was like a wooden bench, a barrier made of thin, twisty, black-iron bars, and some long, thin, wooden chest of drawers. But I'm not sure how it was all arranged.

The space seemed to be set at the edge of a living room, to face a ledge down to a little, red-stone-tiled entrance area for the house. Behind us, the living room may have had one dim area with a dining table, behind which was a more normally-lit area, which was larger and possibly more like a living room.

One of the women was very boyish-looking. She was blonde, with shaggy hair. She wore a baggy, green, flannel shirt and blue jeans. She looked a little like the blonde son on the TV show Home Improvement. But her face had a sharper, more delicate look, and her faced, though tan, had an almost Spenserian combination of ivory skin and rosy cheeks. That alone made her strikingly attractive to me.

The other woman was a pretty, young woman, possibly with pale skin and black hair. The first woman and I had found the second woman on the road somewhere. We brought her here to this place.

The second woman started telling us the story of her life, and how she'd ended up on the street. The story was really sad. But the woman was so adorable that, even as she recounted her tribulations, she was really turning me on. She was also arousing the first woman.

The first woman and I walked away from the second woman. We were now in another room, which was a double room. The first part of the room was lit with soft, incandescent light and had a big chest of drawers at its center. The second part of the room had no light of its own. It had a round dining table.

The first woman and I first stood by the big chest of drawers. I thought the woman was going to tell me how she was so attracted to the second woman. I figured I'd have to leave this place while the first woman seduced the second woman.

But the woman instead told me that she'd been really impressed by the concern that I'd shown the second woman. She'd also thought it was cute that I'd been turned on by the second woman.

The first woman and I were now sitting at the table. The woman said, "So I've decided. I'm just going to do it. Right now. Three, two, one."

The woman suddenly kissed me. She kissed me quickly, backed her head away, then kissed me again. She backed away and seemed about to kiss me again. But I stopped her. I said I couldn't do this.

H popped her head out from another door and called for me. I didn't go to H this time. But her entrance into the scene did get me to stop kissing the woman.

Later I was in the first part of the room. There were a few other people there, like for a party. The chest of drawers had been set up as a buffet, with a lot of different dishes of food.

I walked over to the back side of the buffet to get some food. As I did, the first and second woman were walking away. Their backs were turned to me, and they hadn't seen me.

I noticed that both the women had extremely huge rear ends. I knew time had passed since I had last seen them. I figured they must both have gotten really overweight in the time that had passed. I thought I had been pretty lucky not to have gotten involved with them.

But I wondered if they hadn't been so terribly overweight when I'd first met them. I thought maybe they had been deceptively thin on their upper bodies, so that I'd just assumed they were thin overall. I also thought that maybe they'd disguised their being overweight with baggy clothes.

(I try not to think so shallowly in waking life. I also try not to judge anybody based on their appearance.)