non-lucid

Non-lucid Lucid

Jan. 22, '11: I tried the same breathing and relaxing method as the night before. I didn't get as close to consciously falling asleep as last night, but I did feel myself slip closer to sleep a couple of times.

Dreams: I was on a school bus. I had to climb over folded seats to get out. The door was very narrow and I barely fit through. I wondered how bigger people fit through it.
Outside the bus, there were lots of young people, possibly teenagers or college students. I jumped on a car and rocked it up and down.
I knew I was dreaming. Although I probably wasn't fully conscious. I was carrying some books or something. I threw them far away, toward some trees on a hill. The objects flew and vanished, with magic.
Then I jumped into the air and dived toward the ground. My hands went into the ground, without breaking the dirt. I could feel the soil even though my hands were nonphysical.
I walked around a bit. I was chewing on something. It was kind of gross and I wanted to spit it out.
I woke slightly and the scene changed.

I was in my grandparents' house (father's side), at a big table. I was still lucid, but my limbs were numb and hard to move.

A separate dream, no longer lucid: I was in college, a new semester, sitting in a computer lab. A class started. I had another class to go to. I got up and walked to the door to leave, but I had forgotten my soda and my shoes. There was a small fridge under the computer. I walked back to the computer, in front of the teacher to get my things.

Another dream: I was outside. It was dark. We passed a parked vehicle. Eddie pointed out a grasshopper on the vehicle, knowing that I don't like them. I mostly ignored him, saying I had seen it earlier. Then he threw the grasshopper at me and I woke up. I grumbled and said "little shit..."

01/08/2011
(Still been playing a lot of Modern Warfare 2, so I've been having quite a few dreams involving firefights, but my recall has been pretty shoddy and I haven't been remembering very much lately.)

"Blades and Bullets"

This dream was like a massive round of Team Deathmatch, and it was absolute chaos. It was night out, and the match was soldiers vs. ninjas. Everywhere, people were just running around, taking each other out. The ninjas were using every nook and cranny that could, to launch surprise attacks, whenever possible. We were on some sort of compound, that really didn't have very many walls, but had lets of wooden beams and banisters. It kind of looked like it might have been a Japanese compound, but I can't be sure. The battle was just fast and intense, there wasn't much time to seek cover or anything, just run and gun, whether down on the ground or running over the conjoined rooftops of the compound. Sometimes, either time would get intel on enemy meetings, waiting for large numbers to show up in one place before launching an ambush and taking out as many people as possible.

The last thing I remember is a huge swinging log trap coming down at me. When I dove out of the way, it flew passed and smashed into the base of another enormous tree, causing it to topple over...right toward me. I got up and ran like hell just as the tree crashed to the ground.



01/10/2011
Fragment
Another Call of Duty type of dream. I was in the city street at night, fighting waves and waves and waves of opposing soldiers, which were coming in from all angles. It was a lot like the "Body Count" Spec Ops mission on Modern Warfare 2. I took a lot of bullets, and this dream was actually very painful (though I believe I was wearing armor, so I was able to keep fighting). I also had a partner in this dream (I had played this mission with Todd, recently.), but I'm not exactly sure who it was.

My dad and I go into an old looking cinder-block building where French
Creek Elementary school should be. It is a rather small building and there
is a chain-link fence along the side of the road. We go down the steps into
a sort of basement-like area. I somehow know this place was, in some way,
damaged and it belongs to a friend of my Dad's. I feel like we're looting
the place but my Dad says its okay. My Dad's friend comes down. He looks like
a classic contractor. Slightly heavyset but not really overweight, dirty white
shirt and blue jeans, and a beige tool belt around his waist. The man somewhat
resembled Al Borland from "tool time"?. He said hi to my dad and started helping
him go through the stuff that was salvageable. We only found one thing. It was
some sort of rectangular clear plastic piece with a bunch of clear plastic
components inside and an orange piece in the center. My Dad thanked his friend
and left with the piece. Suddenly, I got a sense of paranoia. I felt as if there
was some sort of impending danger, so I looked out the window at the top of the
room and I could just see several "gangsters" with guns climbing over the fence.
I decided to run for the fence. I got out and the gang was shooting at some other
innocent bystanders. I ran for the fence and one of them noticed me. Every time
he would shoot at me, I would run faster or skid to a halt and the bullet would
miss me. I finally reached the fence and tried to vault it. In real life, I would
have no problem doing this, but I got to the apex of the vault and sort of hung
there facing the ground. I managed to get down but by that time one of the gang
members had his gun trained on me. I don't remember what happened next but I
somehow had saved the life of the one who had had the gun on me and the two
remaining gang members offered to escort me up the hill to my house since they
had bicycles and I did not. ( The logic made sense in the dream ). So I started
walking up the hill with one in front and the other not to far behind. After
getting up around the bend, a car was coming from behind. I looked over and
my crush and her brother were in the car. I said that I knew them. The gangster
in front decided to ride in front of the car backwards and the car slowly pushed
him along, he did not fall over or anything. Then I woke up.

Good morning, everybody. I'm not sure if the third and fourth dreams are two dreams or actually just one. But I think they are two.

Dream #1

I was in an office building with one of my old co-workers, CT. The floor we were on was very lonely. Everything was grey and dim, and it felt like it was under construction. And yet, it also had a hazy kind of romantic feeling to it, like in a Hong Kong movie from the 1990s.

I think either our company had just moved into this building or else our company was just starting up. CT and I were the first people to come to work in this building, other than our boss, who had just left. CT and I sat in the same group of cubicles in a little offshoot of the office floor right before the elevator bank. We sat back to back, a little bit caddy-corner, and set apart from each other by about 2 meters.

Work was getting a little bit boring. Suddenly, CT said, "Well, I'm going to cut out early for lunch. And I'm going to be gone for a while. I'm going to take my kid out to do a few things."

I was a little struck by how CT could just up and leave for a few hours so brazenly on our first day. But I figured I'd head to lunch as well. I had a bunch of stuff on top of my desk, including some really beautiful, silver netbook. I began piling all the stuff into one of my desk drawers so I could lock it up. I figured that since there was nobody on the floor to watch my stuff while I was gone, it would be a good idea to lock it up.

CT may have waited for a second while I was locking stuff up. She didn't lock any of her stuff up. She may have gotten impatient with me for locking my stuff up. I may possibly have decided not to lock up my stuff after all, just because I felt like I was slowing CT down. CT and I may have gone to the elevator bank together.

CT was now gone. I was either down in or imagining some mall-like area on the ground floor or basement of this building. It was a long, white corridor with a clear roof letting in cold, grey light from outside. The roof may have been gridded with a wood frame. It felt quiet and lonely, even though there were people around. At some point there may have been a ramp downward that now reminds me of some of the sloping floors and corridors in Grand Central Station.

Dream #2

There was a princess who looked like a mix between Tilda Swinton in Orlando and Geoffrey Rush (???). I think that sometimes she looked really pretty and then other times the Geoffrey Rush face took over, and then other times it was really a mix of both. The Princess had rich, red hair. She wore a big, red dress with gold designs on it.

The princess was by herself in a small chamber. The chamber had medieval furnishings, like in a painting of a scholar's chamber. The princess stood before a red curtain with gold designs on it. The atmosphere was silent. The princess suddenly froze and listened. I couldn't hear anything, but apparently the princess heard a lot.

There was some sort of plot against the princess, probably against her life altogether. She was listening closely to people talking a few rooms away about this plot.

Now the princess was in a room with a young man. The young man wore green pants, a flowing, white shirt, and some kind of tan, leather vest. He had jaw-length, curly hair, a broad, tan face, and a goatee. He sat at a table while the princess spoke to him either about some situation in her kingdom or about the danger she personally was in.

Suddenly the princess stopped talking and bent her ear to another curtain (again red and gold) to listen to sounds that were completely inaudible to me. The man couldn't hear anything, either, but he seemed to understand that the woman was in danger, or at least serious about her feelings of being in danger.

Dream #3

I was walking through some kind of clean, suburban neighborhood, even though I was apparently in New York City. It was a bright, sunny day.

I was walking toward some park at which I would be running a volunteer event. I was walking into a neighborhood with which I wasn't familiar, and even though the neighborhood looked really clean and nice, I was still afraid of being caught here alone. I walked up a long, swelling hill with a wide road and sidewalk. I went under the cool, blue shade of some trees.

For a little while, I looked down at my shadow. I was thinking to myself about the event I was heading to. It was at a park I was unfamiliar with. But, at the same time, this unfamiliar park was a park I always hosted volunteer events in.

I had been planning not to do this event, as I was pretty sure I'd never be able to find the park. But then I "remembered" a conversation with the woman headed park events at my regular park. It was like the "memory" was happening in the present, as if she were speaking to my via a "memory phone." She told me that the park was where it always had been, so I shouldn't have any trouble finding it.

Realizing that the woman from the old park would be at the new park, I figured I would do the event after all. One of the few things, I thought, that had kept me from doing this particular event had been the fact that this woman would not be there. But now she would be there, so I would do the event.

(At this point I may have woken up. I lay in bed and began reasoning with myself that the woman being at the event wouldn't be a reason for me to stay on a project in waking life. I like the woman, but I often feel kind of thrown to the side by her.)

Dream #4

Somewhere in a city at night, there was a small group of vampires. Everything was colored a deep red-orange. One vampire was a really sexy, punky looking girl with short, blonde hair in a square style. She wore a black leather jacket and a tight shirt with thin, horizontal stripes. She began talking about fighting.

I was now on a subway train, going above ground. It was still a dim, red-orange night. Pulling into a station, the train paused in front of what looked like some kind of rooftop basketball court for a high school. I saw it through a chainlink fence.

There was another group of vampires. These vampires were all dressed like ultra-moe girls, in extremely colorful and cartoony lolita dresses. One vampire girl in particular wore a vivid, pink dress with a wide, sapphire-blue ribbon at the waist. Under her skirt was a petticoat (? is that what they're called?) with tons of pale-pink lace. She wore a broad-brimmed, pink had with a bow on it, and she had her blonde hair in chunky ringlets.

I think one moe vampire girl (not the girl who stood out to me) was going to have to fight all the other girls by herself. I couldn't tell whether this was training for the girl from her friends, or whether the girl was actually fighting all the other vampires as enemies.

The girl had a gigantic length of rebar in her arms. I kind of identified with her at this point. The girls charged at her. She may have taken some kind of fighting posture.

Suddenly I was in a bright, fluorescent-lit room that was full of people. The room was kind of big. It was in some kind of school or recreation center. The room was right next to a huge cafeteria, which was also full of people.

All around me were black, teenage boys. One boy to my left tapped my shoulder to get my attention, as if I had been in some kind of really deep reverie. I looked at the boy. He looked a little older than his age. His face was kind of stubbly. He wore a grey and black sweater. He looked lonely, sad, and kind of dull.

I now kind of had the memory of the woman from the park (from the previous dream) talking to me in the cafeteria and telling me that the volunteer event wasn't scheduled to start for a while, so I should feel free to wander around, and then walking away from me.

The boys all around me asked me if I was okay. I told them I was. Most of them headed away. But two guys stuck near me. One was definitely a boy. But the other was so tall and worn-out and old looking that I thought he must have been the other boy's father. This guy asked me what I was doing here.

I told him that I was here with a volunteer group, and that we were going to do some kind of art project with all the kids here. The other volunteers had apparently not arrived yet. The two guys seemed to think I was cool. They lost interest in me and walked away, maybe waving at me as they left.

I was now in some room that seemed to be getting set up for an art exhibition. The place seemed to be in complete dissaray, with packing materials everywhere. Some moving guys were putting paintings up on walls.

One painting was already up on the wall to my right. It looked a bit like Jackson Pollock's "Stenographic Figures," (?) except that it was humongous, maybe 4 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide.

The painter, a tall, young, white man with a head of really frizzy, brown hair, stood before the painting. A camera crew was filming the young man for a kind of Reading Rainboy-esque educational TV show. The painter had some kind of miniature model of his painting near him somewhere, and he was using it as a sort of queue.

The young man said something like, "I work on my paintings a lot by instinct. And now-- I have the instinct to put one last touch on my painting. Right... here."

The painter squiggled a yellow line in the lower left quadrant of the picture. It was near a place in the painting that somehow looked like white stairsteps. The yellow looked like upside-down stairsteps, in a way. The painter filled in the yellow a bit more, but left some of the space with just the line.

The painter now pointed out how the squiggly yellow line echoed a part of the painting really close to the bottom left corner of the painting, and that that was why he had put it there. That made sense to me. But something about it also seemed artificial and hypocritical. The man was performing for the TV, but he was also rehearsing for when the kids and volunteers came by. I thought, How much thought does this guy give his work, if he can just paint over it at whim whenever he's standing with a group in front of what's supposedly a finished product?

Nevertheless, I thought it was really cool to have seen this young man in person. He was pretty well known in some circles of the art world. For some reason I thought I would contact my brother and let him known I'd seen this guy.

I was now walking back into the cafeteria, which was just swarming with people. As I walked into the room, two women on roller skates passed me. One was a younger woman, maybe a schoolgirl. The other was probably older, maybe close to being old enough to be the girl's mom.

Both girls wore very small, moe-maid-style dresses. Passing me, the older woman bent over a lot, revealing her rear end to me. I was pretty sure that I saw that she was wearing diapers. She also seemed to be wearing a pair of dark purple panties over the diapers. I couldn't quite believe my eyes. I looked again, but the woman had already stood back up.

I walked through the huge crowd of people. As I did, I saw the rollerskate girls skating in the distance, past wide doorways on the cafeteria wall to my right. The younger girl may have been pushing the woman.

Dream #5

I was in a big, empty room like a dance studio with a big, wooden floor. The room was clean and full of pale, bright daylight.

In the center of the room a female interviewer sat in a chair. Before her, Sigmund Freud sat on a green (velvet?) sofa. He didn't recline on the sofa. He actually sat on its edge. The sofa was on a nice (oval?) rug. The interviewer's chair may possibly have been on the rug as well.

Freud looked like a mix between his young, strong self, and his older self. He was slimmer than his younger self, and his face had the older, wiser look. But he didn't look ravaged by cancer at all. Freud wore a nice, but kind of modern-looking, tan suit. The interviewer may have worn a feminine-looking, tan suit.

Freud sat with his hands folded between his legs. He began talking about life with cancer. He said that the worst part of cancer wasn't the cancer itself, or even having to lose parts of your body to cancer.

"The worst part," Freud said, "is all the stuff you have to go through to get rid of the cancer. And then, once you've gone through it all, you go along for a little while, and then you find out you have cancer again. You have to go through the process all over again."

Freud began listing off all the cancer therapy processes one had to go through. They sounded progressively worse, until finally said, "But maybe I should stop talking about this. It's getting too depressing."

(Side note, 1/22/11, 7:13 PM -- I just got back from watching two movies in Manhattan. One was the anime Evangelion 2.0. The other was an Indian film called Dhobi Ghat.

Both films are excellent. Evangelion is like a Bible to me, so I can't really comment impartially on that one. But Dhobi Ghat is freaking amazing, one of the few great movies I've seen in years.

One of the key moments in Dhobi Ghat involves an artist unpacking his paintings. Both the art style and the unpacking of paintings are very similar to the images from dream #4 above. In addition, the artist in my dream looked very much like the character Peace (?) in the film.

I believe that I kind of previewed the film images in my dream. I seem to have wacky precognitive moments like this occasionally. I guess everybody does. I wish they could be about something more useful. But even when they're pretty useless, like this, they're still fun.)

I have a feeling I went lucid last night, but I can't remember.
NON LUCID-WONDER
I listen to my album, Wonder. The song was called Save Me From Myself. Vividness: 4/5
NON LUCID-Fragments
Spongebob (the show) was on my iPod. Then something about a baby. That's related to it, because I was watching a movie on my iPod about it yesterday. It was sad, I remember that much. Vividness: 3.5/5

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Slept for a long time as usual, and ended up having more fragments than dreams.

23.30: Sleep

09.00: Fragments
*I'm playing CoD. I'm on a beach in some jungle country and there are wooden houses everywhere. There are several "support" classes to choose from and I choose one with a slim rocket launcher. I try to use it on a helicopter but it doesn't work. Walking down the street, I spot an enemy up ahead. I jump and crouch and fire off a few bursts. He dies and the game ends. I can see my kill in replay.

*I'm at my own appartment and Monica is there with me. I walk into the kitchen and look at some kind of calendar with sexy girls on it. I find a dildo looking thing, with a small hole in it. Apparently it's a thin plastic vagina.

09.00: Ice
I'm standing next to a frozen lake. An ambulance zooms across it and I'm afraid it's going to break through the ice. Long tracks are made in the snow and it makes it to the other side without falling through. I walk out on the ice and walk to the shore on the other side. A wave suddenly rips through the ice and I brace myself for the impact as a large chunk of ice heads towards me. There's a woman ontop and she's screaming. She hits the water but I don't. I drag her out of the water and tell her to take her clothes off. She thinks I'm a pervert and I have to tell her it's so that she won't freeze to death. I take my pants off and tell her to put them on instead. "What about you?" she asks me. "I didn't fall in, so I'm not wet, I'll be alright" I tell her.

09.17: Money and snowboarding
I'm in a small pool with another guy inside. There are two other people next to us in another pool and there is money everywhere in the water. The pools are slowly filling with water and it's like I'm in a big game of some kind. I grab all 100 bills I can find and after a minute or two, an alarm sounds. Game over. I compare my amount of money to the other people. My sister's ex boyfriend is there and he shows me a receipt of some kind. "I got snowboarding stuff" he tells me. I find a receipt myself and it's just on some candy. We walk down a road and talk for a while. Suddenly I notice that my pile of bills is very small.

"Oh shit, I must have dropped them" I say and head back. My friend Felix calls me and we talk for a while. I realise that he has no idea what I'm doing or where I am, but I just left him. "Are you some kind of doppelganger or what?" I ask him. I hang up and find some of my receipts. I head back and I spot people skiing. There's a big slope with different lifts. My friend G takes off in a motor driven lift, where you have to race uphill to catch the anchor. I don't feel like going on that one, so I strap on my snowboard and head down. I walk up to the two seated lift and Monica is suddenly next to me. We go on it and talk on the way up. "I dreamt this once" I tell her.

12.00: Pissed brother
I'm on my balcony with my brother just chilling. It's night out and my neighbours above are having a party. My brother gets pissed off at them and I try to calm him down. Some guys lean out of the balcony and talk to us. Martin keeps yelling and I tell them I'm sorry. "You've been doing great these past months" I tell them. "No partying and nothing, it's great, just don't party all night". A very fat guy starts talking. "Hey, what did you do yesterday? You started talking about your own computer problems when I was talking about mine, and you cut in line with hotdogs, what's up with that? It's like G when he's drunk, not OK dude, not OK" I remember being very drunk the other night and I apologize to him for being an ass.

12.00: Fragments
*Playing wow.

*I'm gambling on a machine and it's going good. I get some kind of bonusgame as always.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, 200 ml applejuice

That's it! Was kinda close to getting lucid, but I haven't put in any effort at all this week due to being sick. Have a minor cold atm and it's making me lazy. Oh well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

22.01.2011

Most Emotional Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

October was the last time I had a LD. I finally had another one. Although not exciting, it was touching.

1. I was at my house playing a video game for the playstation. The game was a shooter game, and there was some odd things about it. First of all, you had to pick two sets of two characters. Each character would give you a different skill, such as more bullets, different guns, etc. The second weird thing is that you don't actually use the characters you select. You use yourself as a character. The final weird thing is you only get like, 10 bullets per gun, and you have to find a gun... by killing an enemy. The levels were easy, and it led me to make a crazy decision.
I decided to buy a cat. I don't remember what it looked like because I don't believe I even saw it. I am assuming it probably looked like either Tiger or Boots. I had a canopener and I put some catfood in my dog's food bowl. My dog wanted the food, so I knew I couldn't feed my cat here! I did feel bad, however, that I ignored my dog. I did not want him to get sick!
I was at my grandpa's house and went upstairs. I put some catfood in the bowl, so now there was double the catfood! My cousin Kyle came into the room and said he had to use the bathroom. He went into the bathroom, so I decided to play the video game again.
This level of the video game felt lifelike, so I chose my characters, and began to play. It was in a desert area, and of course, I had a limited amount of bullets. I cleared most of the bad guys in the main area, but when I went to a door, enemies just poured out! I died. I decided to try this tactic again, but use another door. It also failed.
I was sitting on the bed without the game and I did a nose-pinch RC. I was able to breathe! I was happy I finally had a lucid after all of this time. I looked to my left, and I saw my grandma. I was in shock. (My grandma passed away years ago, and I never dreamt of her before.) She came up to me and said "I'm sorry that I came to your dreams last." I was trying not to cry, thinking I possibly my grandma's spirit came to me. I had so much to ask her. She sat down on the bed besides me, wearing the pink night gown she always wore, and said, "Remember, the Eagle Church has only one lane free of snow."
I woke up at my grandpa's house on the bed still. I quickly wrote down in my DJ the quote about Eagle Church, and I almost began to cry. I called my cousin, but he was still in the bathroom, so I decided to play the game some more. I cleared out the main area, but this time, I found a gun. I opened the door where the most enemies come out, and I tried to kill as many as I could. I cleared off about half of them, but I know I killed all of the robots. I jumped on a ledge, and they could not reach it. They walked down a ramp to get it, so I jumped off the ledge onto the main ground and ran through the door.
After going through the twisted, narrow, corridors, I came to a room filled with lava. I jumped on some Egyptianesque platforms, and a voice filled the room. It was some Evil God that was talking to me. He said that I was so skilled that he will now befriend me. A female ninja overheard this and was very angry.

2. I was at my house, with none other than my cousin Kyle. We were going to be looking for ghosts, so we split up. As I walked to my sister's room, I heard the sound of two axes hitting each other. I tried to ignore it as I went into her room. The room was actually clean. I turned on my LED flashlight, which revealed small, green dots on the carpet leading to the window. Maybe it was alien footprints, or maybe it was ectoplasm. I don't remember the rest of the investigation, but I told my sister what we found. She left the house, along with everyone else. I was scared to be alone with the ghosts, so I quickly went on the computer.

saturday the 22th of january 2011
So this night went pretty crappy regarding dreams. Still had no lucid dreams yet :/
Anywho i recall very few fragments from 2 dreams:

Dream fragment 1
i remember my danish teacher from school admitting he is a little hard on us sometimes and he will try to be more human and stuff like that.

Dream 2
I were having math on the school. Of some reason we were calculationg something with a orange juice box and we had to devide that by 4 and it would always give 1 - WTF?
It made no sense to me in the dream or IRL

Nothing much to report unfortunately, I'd like to blame my drunken state but that usually makes my dreams more vivid. Hopefully now I'm doing a dj my recall will improve though!

Only one thing to report - when I awoke I heard an alarm going off which definitely wasn't mine, not sure how to explain this!!

Oh and I just remembered that I MAY have had a dream about improving my grammar but it's a very hazy fragment.

EDIT: Just had a slight recall of a dream where somebody was trying to intimidate me with loads of psychobabble. The person next to me was shocked at how deep he was cutting but I came back with an incredible argument about how he was only using pop psychology and actually understood nothing about the subject so he backed down. I think he may have been the "Grint" out of the programme teachers. I could tell that the person next to me found this very impressive.

I had a DILD that originated from from a chase dream. The only thing I really remember actively doing was to jump through a fence by phasing through it. The rest of it I was pretty low lucid and just noticing that the dream was working to my advantage. IE...whatever I was running rum, I didn't really stop.

I also had another military dream...I was at the hospital and I had just gotten off of leave. I was talking to this lady who looked like a combination of several people, but I really couldn't pinpoint who she was, or her rank. She was stressed out about something, and was telling us some story. She wanted me to send a picture text of myself to her so she could update her phone number.

Also had another dream where I was supposed to get dropped off at my house, but instead my cousins saw a party going on a few houses before that. Went there, and couldn't get in the house because we didn't know anyone, but there was some more people hanging outside. We started talking to a few people over there, and it turns out they knew most of the people there.

22.01.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a zoo where most of the animals were birds. They were placed in cages at different floors, It was sort of a building with no walls, you could reach the top floors by climbing cages, vissible from outside. A few times I went to the cages and climbed them to reach the top ones. There was a particular bird I wanted to see but just couldn't find . Someone told me that the bird was just in front of me, but the cage was hanging from the ceiling and my view was blocked. I climbed down a bit and saw the bird.

Suddenly I heard a monkey yelling at me. It was a small thing, yellowish in colour and with very sharp teeth. I got scared and climbed down quickly and started to run away, but the monkey jumped down from the cages and bit my hand. Then I woke up.

REMINDER: This is just a personal DJ that helps me with remembering my dreams. So it's just a normal, non interesting, boring dream meant just for documentation.

So I can't remember the start, but I remember going with my friend Me. from our hanging place Met. to the main railway station. He is telling me about a video project he's doing with some other band (it has something to do with a place where you pay people to drug you and then you have this wicked place you can hang). When we get to our destination, it's not a station but just a rail track with some modern train wagons on it (the first part train wagons, the one where the trainmaster is usually), but they are not normally on the rail but sideways ===/ /=== like this, but theyre wheels are normally attached to the railway. Theres grass all around. I go to one of them, the one far on my left (it looked like it was out of the railway the others were on), it looked kind of like there was a suite inside or something. So I go and say to my friend, wouldn't it be awesome if this one was open (I really didn't expect it to be), so I try to open it and I fail. So after that disappointment, we go back (don't know why) and my friend Do. appears out of nowhere. They say they must catch the bus nr. 5. I ask Do. about the project the were doing with Me. but he corrects Me. with some details about how the floor is and that theres light (coming out of the floor or something like that). Although we are suddenly in Ši. by the railtracks, they find a bus station where the 5 stops and I tell them they can wait there. I go on alone and think if someone is still waiting for me at the rehearsal place, because I remember not locking it and having the keys. I am still in šiška walking towards where I train karate, thinking it's the rehearsal place, but my mom comes in the room and wakes me on my way. I just grabbed my bag under my shoulder.

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- Non-Lucid Dreams
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* Special feelings and other things *

Cuted by a stupid boy.
Today I dreamed about one stupid guy that one day i will kill him ( there aren't words to expres my hate ).

I was in a bus, with a lot of people ( this remember me when i went by bus, to the school, 2 years ago). The boy told me:
-You never will win a fight, Jordi, you're a useless for fight.
I sigh and respond very angry:
-Repeat this it in the street.

Suddenly we are in the street, ready for fight.

I attacked him with a powerful kick, but he, but he pulls out a knife and cut me across the top of the leg, it hurt me, but not as much as I expected.

The dream finish.

I have woken up quite angry, but when I had seen my leg, it continues hurting me, but much less, it was a strange feeling.

I'm in a grocery store but all of the items on the sparse shelfs look old and half-consumed. I realize I have to buy groceries anyway, so I go to get a hand basket. I think I see some, but when I get there, they are plastic boxes (like the kind some baked goods commonly come in) filled with half-eaten bags of chips and other stuff that looks like trash. I'm mildly disgusted, but find a grocery cart and go back into the store. I realize that I'm living in my hometown again and have a really crappy job and wonder what it will take for me to get out of there.

The grocery store doesn't seem to have walls. Beyond the shelfs there is just a vague grayness that fades to black. It's small too, and there isn't much color.

Awake Non-Lucid

I walk down a windy, empty street. Leaves blow down the road. Houses are on either side of me, dark brown and old fashioned looking. Something's wrong.

I hear voices in a house to my right. Straightening up, I walk over, climb the steps to the door, and let myself in. Inside are three people. They stop what they're doing and stare at me. Two of them are girls and one is a boy. One of the girls smiles. She's tall and pale, with long dark tight curls and freckles. The other is smaller and more plain looking, although she has scrape marks on the sides of her face. The boy looks more related to the first girl. He's smaller, but has the same pale skin and freckles.

The first girl introduces herself as Laura. I don't get the names of the other people. She says her sister is paralysed. I feel incredibly wary. Something's wrong.

"Do you have a power?" She asks, her eyes narrowing. Well of course I do. I can fly. She seems to know the answer and pulls out a knife. I jump high as she slices at me, and shoot myself up the stairs. They obviously have powers, but I don't know what. Up the stairs, I find a hole like portal. I jump down it.

I land in a dark, damp room. The tiles are slick with mud, and there's barely any light at all. The walls are rusted and mould grows along the corners. Hell, I'm in fear of my life and I don't care who gets in my way now. I walk along, and find an old haggard woman pushing a broken trolley. She's hunched over, with straw-like hair and lines all over her face. Her body shakes. I keep away from her, thinking she might be in league with the others.

There's dark stairs to my right. I hover near them, but it looks nasty. I walk towards doors instead and push them open into a bright lobby area. Business people are walking around. The furniture is all black and white. I can't get rid of the nagging feeling that this place is wrong. Something's wrong.

There they are! Laura and her siblings. The girl is in a wheelchair. I lift myself from the floor and hover in the air. I try to shoot past, but as I cross the girl, I freeze mid-air. I fight to move, but can't. Laura stands in front and stares up at me, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"You see, she may not be able to move herself. But she can move things within a distance."

I gaze at the girl, but she avoids my eyes. "My brother here, is the one who tracked you down." Laura hisses.

"What do you want!?" I shout, still fighting the bound. Wait. I feel something. Energy. I can feel her power. I cling to the energy and fight it with my own. I weaken it and beat it down. A voice rings through the lobby saying "Power de-Synchronised" in a mono-tone, computer voice.

The girl turns pale grey, and she slumps over, dead. I shoot through the glass and into the fields beyond. I climb higher and higher, pushing at the air behind my feet to keep aflight. The fields are beautiful. It's twilight, and the fields are golden. They ripple, and the trees are in shades of red and orange.

Something's behind me. I spin in the air, finding Laura and her brother behind me. What? That's not their power! Wait... I can see that they're using their energy to fuel the flight. I drop down to avoid Laura's knife. "What do you want!? What are you trying to accomplish!?"

As soon as I bellow this, I know the answer. She wants the world. In my mind I see towering cities of enslaved people. I can see how she forced her siblings into using their powers for her. I can see how she dropped through the portal and used the hag as a guard. How she went down the dark, evil steps to the taggled wires of an energy station, where she would gain control of this world. I know this is not my world, not the one I belong to. But I try to save it anyway.

I fight her brother's energy, tears falling from my eyes as I try and focus on flying, avoiding her knife and destroying his energy. I shoot forwards as fast as I can, grass and trees blurring past below me. Eventually the voice comes again and says "Energy de-Synchronised" as the brother loses all colour and falls to the ground.

I see red poles in the air. I grab one as I pass it, swinging myself up onto the top of it. Laura does the same. She smirks. I still don't know her power. I have little energy to fight her artificially empowered one. She knows she's won.

The dream ended before I could try and kick her butt.