non-lucid

note: when I'm actively dreaming, I tend to have a bunch of dreams involving nomad for some reason, most of them are too fragmented to post, but it seems like i have one involving him, or at least a memory of him at least once a week... odd.

I am flipping through what at the time I think is nomad's dream journal, making a few grammatical changes here and there so it makes more sense and reads better. In the book, I see a picture of a flaming sword the seems to almost fold out like a Swiss army knife and turn into other weapons, I see multiple swords, and a scythe.

Had two very vivid dreams last night.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-8

Fun sex dream. Whoohoo! Girl from college. Great Bj.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-9

Starts with me at a friends house. We are all having a thanksgiving dinner(or possibly another holiday). I grab a little food, then they say grace. I feel embarrassed that i grabbed food before grace. My friend grabs some too while someone was saying grace and we both laugh. There is a little girl their too that comes into play later.
Dreamskip
I'm outside somewhere. I have no idea where i am. There are a few medium sized buildings around, and a few trees. Out of nowhere these giant worm shaped, brown things come from the ground. They start going after people on the ground. They shoot a sticky brown string. Once they grab you they pull you back up into it. I jump off a nearby ledge. The whole city is apparently not on regular ground. Off the side is just a straight down view. There are hundreds of stories of the building going down.

I start climbing down. I climb down maybe five stories before i head left. Each side of the mega-structure has a window on it. Apparently the whole thing is used as a living quarters for the people. I see the right room.I bust in, destroying the large window. It's completely dark inside. I scour the room and find the light. I turn it on and it's hard for me to see. For the next 10 minutes in the dream its hard for me to see. I find the girl that was in there, along with several other people, including my friend.

We go back out the window. Outside the window has turned into a grassy field with a road on the other side and a fence beyond that. We all run to the fence. It's barbed wire. I try to pick up the bottom pieces of it and slide under but to no success. I run, grab over the barbed wire, and pull as hard as i can to get over. I mange to get over relatively unscathed. Somehow the little girl got over too. We head for a building in the distance. I turn around and see one of those large, brown, worm type things attacking people in the far distance.

We get in the building and see that there are dozens of people in there. Most of my group moves forward alot into the main part of the building. The doors begin to close. The doors are made from iron and are not controlled by any of us. This was a trap to collect the people in the building. Only me and the girl from my group make it out of there. I walk over to my car nearby. I tell the girl to hop in the passenger seat. I start up the car. She starts walking around to get in while a guy pulls a gun out in front of me.

He yells,"Get OUT of my car!". I reply,"No this is my car". The girl then turns to me and asks if she should get in. I whisper yes, yes, yes, now, now under my breath to where the guy with the gun couldn't hear me. As soon as she was close enough to in, i put it in reverse. There were a few obstacles in my way. I hit a tree backing up. I pulled forward and hit a parked car that was in the way. Backed up again, hit nothing. Then pulled away, all while being fired upon by that asshole DC. Out on the road we are following a guy on a motorcycle that is doing a wheelie. He is clearing a path through the street for us so we follow him for a while.

After a bit i see my friend driving a car and he passes us. I turn my car around and catch up. Somehow the little girl got into his car. I wasn't worried about her, but was puzzled as to how she got their. We are riding along and for no reason, i flip a guy off. We continue on and i see a one of those giant brown worm again. Our road heads right along that way, but for some reason we knew we had to do this. The thing shot the sticky brown strings at us. They missed us and hit a few straggling civilians.

For a second i get a first person view inside the giant brown worm type things. Inside i saw people being pulled up it until it got to the top. Two people were talking. A man and a woman. The man says that you have to increase the heat just right to create warriors.(he didn't say warriors. But it was something similar). The woman talks about how cold can be just right too.

I'm back in my car. Me and my friend are driving over some crazy bridges. The craziness can barely be described so i'll do my best. There were 4-5 bridges total, but they all went up and down very quickly while not having rails on the side. Not only that, but there wasn't anything else around. You couldn't see the edges if you looked around. The massive room we were in was just monstrous.

Anyway, we were heading along those bridges when my car fell. I thought OH SHIT I"M DEAD! I then landed somewhat safely onto a bridge a few hundred feet below it. I saw my friend continue on. Somehow i knew he was going to try to fight the leader of the invading worm type things. I continue along my path. I find a Ghost from halo and a ghost type thing that shoots wraith shots.(can't remember the name of those). I fight an enemy that comes up and beat him easily enough. I settle down on a couch nearby and just think damn this is too much.

I then get a third person perspective on what went on with my friend. The enemy leader(who was talking in the worm earlier) was looking the other way talking to some grunt looking person. My friend comes up and pushes him off a 15 foot ledge the guy was standing on. My friend then hurries down to hopefully finish the job. The enemy leader instantly looks up upon hitting, gets fireballs in his hands and shoots them at my friend. He doesn't die, but is knocked unconscious. The leader then says,"He'll make an excellent Elementalist.

That might be the longest dream i've ever had. Anyway, looooong dream. I didn't put a few things in their as they weren't relevant to the story of it, and weren't interesting anyways. Stupid things DC can do is what i mean.

1/14/11

1-The Storm
I arrive at school, black clouds swirling in the sky. I'd best get inside; tornadoes are already starting to form, and I know I can't fight them like I do in my dreams. ((Uh... Reality check??? Idiot.)) Once inside, we are all ushered to the gym for some sort of ceremony. Incidentally, I am sitting next to Mitchell. This is somewhat of a problem: I can sense he is beginning to fall for me, and I have no feelings for him whatsoever. In fact, I find him quite bothersome. But here, I face a conflict of personality.

My inhibited side wants to make it clear that I am not interested. However, a manipulative part of me wants to be with him to stir up trouble. After all, Shelby was obsessed with him for two years. I could just picture her reaction if I actually went out with him! The thought makes me giggle, and Mitchell looks at me with amusement. "What's so funny?"

"Uh, nothing." Idiot. I can't just use a person like that for my own crazy thrills. It's not ethical. Just because I have a thing for drama doesn't mean everyone else should suffer because of it.

I continue arguing with myself until the ceremony is over. For some reason Mitchell is leaving early, and he wants me to help him carry some stuff to his car. Oh, great... 'If he asks me out, I'd better say no,' I warn myself fiercely. Oh, come on, another part of me says, Don't you think it'd be a LITTLE fun to toy with him? 'No! Well, yes, but that's beside the point!'

At Mitchell's car, I hand him his things and glance up at the dark sky. "I have a feeling we won't be having school tomorrow," I say. He nods, seeming distracted, and looks at me hesitantly. Oh no, it's even worse than I thought. He's thinking about kissing me!

Some of my panic must have shown through, because he instead leans in closer and hugs me. "Goodbye," he says softly.

"Uh, goodbye," I mutter, unable to stop myself from hugging him back. Damn. I'm going to murder Evil Me one of these days...

He gets into his car and drives off, while I head back to the school. I feel dizzy, and my heart is beating out of control. "See what you're doing?" I mutter to myself. "Getting these stupid teenage hormones all out of whack. Something is seriously wrong with you." As soon as I walk in the door, I am met by a very unpleasant senior. I recognize her instantly as one of the newspaper staff. ((IRL, my school doesn't have a newspaper.)) I realize that she saw me with Mitchell, which is one of the worst possible things that could happen. ((According to the dream, there had been some sort of incident surrounding Mitchell lately, making him somewhat of a "celebrity."))

"You're going out with Mitchell?" she asks excitedly, notepad in hand. "How long have you known each other? What is your name?"

"It isn't like that," I say evasively, and run away from her. News travels quickly, though, and I am hounded by student reporters the whole rest of the day. Evil Me loves it. Shy Me wishes they would go away.

Finally the day ends, and my mood is as dark as the raging storm outside. It doesn't help matters any when my friends drag me along to help some girl with her boyfriend problems and end up making me miss the bus. They offer to drive me home; I have no option but to except. My mood improves drastically when I realize that this is all a dream.

Instead of ending up at my house, we are forced to stop at this creepy old mansion. Everything about it screams haunted: there are ghostly wails, eerie and unexplainable creaks, flickering lights... "My subconscious is so cliche," I say with amusement. ((I am lucid for a while, but I don't remember the rest of it.))

2- Important Insights
People have been collapsing lately and becoming completely catatonic. A girl falls down in front of me; I catch her before she hits the ground, then sit down and hold her against me as she has a violent seizure. I learn that she has a boyfriend named Zachary, so I use that to try to get her to come out of this. "Come on," I say, "You have to fight this. Zachary would be devastated if he never got to speak to you again." I continue saying things like this until she miraculously comes back to consciousness.

Later, I am working at some weird experimental facility dealing with the spiritual insights of dogs. At first, my job is to chase the dogs down as they run on their delirious quest to reach an insight. Then I get a promotion to counselor.

"This is your choice," I say to the dog in my hand, just as I'd heard my superiors say not long before. "No one else can decide this for you. If you chose to stay here, everything will return to the way it was. If you decide to go out there, you'll have an amazing spiritual awakening and come to an important insight. Just know that once you choose, there's no turning back. What is your decision?"

"I choose to go out," the dog says. As soon as he steps outside, his eyes turns dazed and he runs around frantically for several minutes, before finally coming to a halt and reaching his insight, which one of the Chasers promptly records.

My superior tells me to wrap it up for today. "I'll be finished after this last dog," I tell her, and give the dog my speech. All the chasers have gone home for the day, so I take this task as well. I follow the dog on his crazed run; for some reason I am running on all fours as well. I feel fast and free! I should run like this all the time!

Finally the dog stops, and looks enlightened. "What is your insight?" I pant.

"That dogs and people are really not that different, and can live in harmony together."

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out in a field which was a part of someone's property. I was walking on top of a huge drift of snow. The snow was hard enough to walk on the surface. The sky overhead was a heavy, pale grey.

I told myself I was checking the ice in this area for something in particular. I came upon a patch of ice revealed beneath some snow. I walked out onto it. I told myself that if I were able to walk on the ice, the ice would be stable enough so that there would be no worry for the field.

I saw a small puddle of water just beyond the ice. I stepped into it. It was only ankle deep at first. But it soon got so deep that my whole body plunged in. I thought this might mean trouble for the field. But then I figured it probably wouldn't. The puddle was deep, but it was still small.

I started worrying about myself. I had fallen into this freezing water and I needed to get out. I looked around for a way out. But the body of water was now as big as a lake.

I was now out of the lake and on some kind of long, covered walkway of red flagstone. The walkway went around some kind of big desert mansion. Some of my old friends were there. They were all getting ready to go somewhere else. I saw them walk up a staircase at one end of the walkway. Somewhere there may have been snow-covered cacti.

Dream #2

I was in an apartment that wasn't mine. I may have been watching the apartment for somebody. The apartment was small, but comfortable. It was on a higher floor. Light came inside, filtered through the greens and yellows of tree leafs.

I was sneaking past the apartment windows. I needed to go out my window and into someone else's to get something. But I couldn't let anybody know I was doing it. There was a lot of activity outside. The landlords (a man and woman who had actually been landlords of an old building I lived in) were climbing up and down ladders, helping some invalid lady get back into her apartment. The invalid lady was actually sitting in a full bathtub which was perched atop a swinging, crane-like ladder.

Everybody had gotten the invalid woman (who was a woman from an old neighborhood I lived in) into her house. They were all going away. I realized now that I needed to get the stuff from the invalid woman's apartment.

I looked out the window and saw my mom sitting in a tub similar to the one the woman had been sitting in. I knew my mom was going to take care of the invalid woman. I called to my mom to get the stuff I needed from the invalid woman's apartment. My aunt has asked for it, I told her.

My mom got upset and yelled at me that she wasn't going to get anything, and that my aunt was just being selfish. I came to understand that the stuff in question were these small, white, pebble-type things. They were used as a kind of fuel for a special waterbed that acted as a kind of room service. I understood that my aunt had run out of her white rocks and that she now felt she should be able to get the rocks from anybody else's supply if she wanted.

Now that I understood what was going on, I wasn't so interested in getting the rocks for my aunt. I was now by myself in the invalid woman's kitchen. The white rocks were on the old woman's table, in a purple-pink container that looked like, and may even have said, Raid bug spray. The container was squarish and may have had two nozzles or spouts.

I read, somewhere, about the room-service waterbed. The waterbed could always make coffee and tea, with no fuel. But for anything other than coffee and tea, white rocks were needed. (I seemed to be reading this off a brown, plastic plate which may have served as kind of a caution sign on the side of a waterbed.) With enough white rocks, however, the waterbed could bring you just about anything you wanted.

I was in a coffee shop like a Starbucks. The store was long, and the back half, where I was, was almost empty. It was dim. I was heading for a line to get some coffee when I realized there was a vending machine to my right. It sold silver canisters full of the white rocks. The canisters looked like a mix between stainless steel thermoses and popcorn poppers. I figured I'd pick one up and pay for it at the register for my aunt.

But now, in a vending to the right of the rock machine, I saw a lot of plastic bubbles full of what looked like candy hearts. But somewhere among those bubbles there was a slip of paper talking about the rocks. It said the white rocks (called "wenclets") and the room-service waterbed were as bad as drugs, and that they had destroyed the lives of teenagers.

I looked away from both vending machines. I figured I'd just go get my coffee. But now I saw, through a glass door at the back end of the coffee shop (leading into a mall?) a big, black man staring at me. I knew he'd seen me looking at the wenclets and candyy hearts. I thought he'd think of me now as either a drug dealer or a narc. I turned away from the man, toward the line and the front of the store. But I was suddenly afraid.

Dream #3

I was looking at an internet site that advertised little girls. The site sold the little girls, basically as life-long love slaves. All the girls were pretty, and the photos showed them out having fun on playgrounds and in nature.

I was now going to have a meal with my friend H. It turned out that she had either bought or was in the process of buying a couple of these girls for herself.

1/14/11 - Chick Fight? Not really...
Dream Non-dream Lucid

Mary, Hannah, and I were in a little costume shop. It was pretty cluttered and difficult to navigate. I wandered over to something cute that I noticed. When I turned from the clothes, there was a girl from my school standing there, with a couple others, blocking my way. The first girl spoke. "You fucking bit me in the locker rooms today," she spat. I rolled my eyes at her. "I did not; I think I'd remember biting someone."
"You did," she said, "and don't even try lying."
I stepped forward and got all up in her space. "The locker room's always crowded, so I may have unintentionally bumped into you, but you know and I know that I didn't bite you. Now move your ass out of the way and let me through."
She blinked several times and stepped to her right. The other two girls tried hard not to laugh as I passed them and went to the other side of the store, meeting up with my friends.

Something like that happened yesterday, except it was for a completely different reason, and it was more of a one-on-one argument.

Oneironaut let me borrow this Uma Thurman movie. He had two of them, and I wanted them both, but he told me it was a one or the other type thing due to how different the two movies were. Anyways, I ended up watching/being in the movie itself. Uma and I were on a dusty highway heading west, and the perspective kept changing from first to third person. Either way, the whole thing was about this crazy car chase. I wasn't doing too much except being the guy who's like "oh my god, how do you know all of this stuff?", and she was taking out most of the bad guys. Once we got switch seats, and I took over the driving for a bit, and I remember she went outside of the vehicle and took some people out.

That's about when she left, and I found myself in Vegas on Halloween. There were a lot of kids out on the strip dressed up as different characters, and I was trying my hardest not to run any of them over. I arrived at this hotel where D, J, and O was at. Apparently they got there the day before, and I was meeting up with them. We were in a restaurant on the first floor, and sitting in some private section. O knew a bunch of the staff there because he had worked the before. He was introducing me to a few of them, and they asked me about some dance competition I was in. They all told me I should have won, but they couldn't vote for me because they worked there. I told them not to worry about it, and I thought that was going to be the outcome either way.

I tried to tell O about this dream I had during that same night, but he wasn't paying attention to me. He was sort of buried in his laptop looking at DV chat. D, and J told me that I had to sign in, and we went to the lobby. There were theses booths where you could check in, and instead of giving us a total, they gave us receipts of how much we saved. D and J saved about 300 bucks, and I saved 200. D told me I didn't save as much cause I was here for only one day.

We left the lobby and hopped in this party bus with a dance floor on it. I was wondering how much money I had left, and when I opened my wallet, a five flew out. I went to pick it up, and saw a twenty lying next to a guy. When I headed over there, the guy acted like it was his. I picked it up and gave it to him. There was an old man in the middle of the bus dancing to whatever song that was playing, and when it finished, he got his song to play the SAME song again. There was an mp3 player on the wall that he used. The song wasn't bad, but whatever.

DELETED

I had a slew of dreams last night but don't remember a lot of details. The lucids were a couple sleep cycles back, so even they're a little hazy. Still, the dreams were pretty action-packed last night. The first one, I went lucid while flying some kind of open-air helicopter, and it was the biggest "A-ha! I'm dreaming" moment I've had in a while, with the landscape just slamming into vivid detail. I don't remember much beyond flying around. In another one, where I was still lucid, my sister gave me a little 'baby orange,' one of the tiny wedges from the inside of some oranges, for me to eat so I would remember what she'd told me when I woke up, but I woke up right after she handed it to me, before I could eat it. I did remember what she'd told me at the time, but don't anymore :/

My last dream wasn't lucid, but was pretty awesome. It started in this little hobbit-hole of a bar where people organized illegal road-races. I got into a race with two other vehicles and was in 2nd most of the time, behind this big pick-up truck, but then I drafted him and sling shot past, and left the other two in the dust (actually, the last leg of the race was curvy as hell and covered in snow) and beat them back to the bar.

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

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of December 22-23, 2010.]

I'm riding in the back of my parents' car as we drive to the home of a friend of mine in Wrightwood. As we drive along the winding mountain road [which has appeared in at least one dream before this one, but I don't think I bothered to write it down], I notice that a Walgreens has opened in this remote little mountain town, and I am bothered by its presence there. I feel that it spoils the natural, rustic ambiance of the place. As the drive goes on, I start to feel sleepy.

We arrive at my friend's house. I meet their dog, and I'm nowhere near as afraid of being met by a new dog as I used to be [in real life]. Inside the house, there is a party going on, with lots of people. I eat dinner with some of them in the living room. The topic of conversation is how people who move out here to the mountains do so because they want to be 100% original and avoid letting big corporations influence their lifestyle too much, which is why the presence of a Walgreens is so offensive to the people who live here.

I wander into another room of the house, where I find a dog and a cat. Oh, great, I think. Now I'm going to have an allergy attack. [This is exactly how I would react to this situation in reality, by the way.] There are a whole bunch of different games set up on two different tables in this room. One of them is a stack of bowls, each with a vocabulary question and answer printed on it and a logo that reads “OKWords.” Another is a fallen phrases puzzle whose solution is an invocation to some mythological (possibly Norse?) god of death. There are quite a few people in this room, too. One of them is wearing a purple dinosaur suite, and another has some Pokemon dolls. As I'm walking around in the room, someone sends me back into the other room to find out what everyone there wants to drink. I walk back into the first room to find out. There is a large tray of cookies and other goodies on the table in that room; I eat a blueberry off of it.

The dream shifts to a new dream. Now, I'm in a movie/book titled Tron. [It has absolutely nothing to do with the real-life Tron.] The story I'm in involves an alternate dimension, which is accessed through a big, hidden doorway. Said alternate dimension is a typical epic fantasy world, and the story that takes place there has a lot of the universal mythic feel of the original Star Wars trilogy. I can understand why people are so insulted by the lightshow that is the new Tron; it has none of this mythic feel at all. [In real life, I've seen the original Tron, but not the new one. The content of this dream was based entirely on Internet hearsay about the new one.] There is a very clear scene in which the bad guys get through the aforementioned hidden doorway, and watch the good guys' actions on giant magical screens that are really interdimensional gateways.

The scene shifts again. Now, rather than being in the scene from the old Tron, I'm watching it with a group of people I know in real life, including Guy and some of my fellow students from his classes. As I watch, I realize that the scene we're watching was shot at Disneyland, due to the disguised but clearly visible Matterhorn in one broad shot of the landscape. I say aloud, “Wow, awesome! I won't say it, I'm just thinking it very loudly.”

The scene shifts again. Now that same group of people and I are on the train that goes around [this particular dream version of] Disneyland. We pass several other park landmarks that have been disguised to look like other things, like the Matterhorn was. The train passes behind a large, white, curved, several-story office building. I am shooting ahead of the train, flying on hover boots. As the train and I approach the Tron station (where we started our train trip around the park), I tell the boots to slow down, because my legs are starting to hurt from being kept bent at a 90-degree angle at the knee so that I can stay upright while using the hover boots. I say aloud, “Slow down, boots. Please?” They don't slow down. My alarm woke me up out of this scene, which disappointed me, because it was a really cool dream. I was also dismayed to realize that meeting the dog and not being afraid of it had been a dream.

A colorful scene of children playing with various toys in a daycare begins, but it turns macabre as the toys become alive and twisted. The toys harm, dismember and murder some of the children. Other surviving children don’t notice the horror and continue to play with their toys. A hypodermic needle falls from the sky and sticks straight into the ground, causing the liquid in the chamber of the syringe to slosh about and dance, which transforms into a male and female figure having sex within the chamber of the hypodermic needle.

I was at school. RE was there. I was showing her around or something. I think I brought her to some sort of rehearsal. Don't remember much else.

I was trying to get away from home for some reason. I took the subway to some random stop and started walking. It was snowy and slushy. I went to some random shop. The shop was familiar; I had been in it in another dream. It had wooden walls and yellowy lighting. There were quaint knickknacks and antiques spread around. I quickly looked at some stuff (I think there was a wicker chair and a slab of amethyst) but then felt compelled to run away. I dashed out of the store. I then realized I was wearing a pair of my 4 inch heels. I watched my legs as I ran. To my surprise, it wasn't hard at all to run in them. It made me wonder why I didn't usually do this. Then it ended.

I was on the oval talking to a guy I don't really like. We slightly making fun of eachother. Later on the guy said something to Drederick Tatum (Boxer on The Simpsons) to make him angry. So Drederick walked over to him angrily. The guy started to run away but Drederick quickly caught him and punched him a couple of times. A couple of other people started jumping on Drederick trying to stop him but it didn't work. People started saying that this guy who is really tall at our school should fight him. The guy appears then after a while of nothing happening I see Drederick and the tall guy about to fight. I was telling everyone that I was trying to keep my distance from Drederick because I thought he was trying to smash everyone.

Later on I was on the other side of the oval. There was a group of people there and a phys ed teacher. I was standing with my friend and a guy from my primary school. I wanted to leave the school so Drederick wouldn't get me. I asked the two if they would and my friend said it was pointless because he could still get us. At this point, I kept on seeing Drederick's height and weight flash infront of me. I convinced the guys to come and we jumped the fence. The teacher didn't seem to care because it was the last day or something. Next thing I knew I was walking through an alley way with my friend and another guy from my school. After a bit of talking and walking we were back in the school (which now looked like a completely different school). I was kind of embarrassed to be back because people would think we were too scared to wag. So I was now at the oval and it was now night time. Me and a new guy decided to wag so we jumped the fence. On the other side was his best mate. We shook hands and then went through a different ally way. A girl with school met up with us and said she wanted to come.

I was on the school oval again and their were little buildings scattered around. I was in one of the buildings and my friend was in another. Suddenly he shot me and I died. I came back to live though and wondered WTF was going on. He shot me again but this time I saw a "killcam" like Call of Duty and saw how he killed me and the gun he used.

Alot of students were lying on the oval and I was lying next to this hot girl. She asked me to move up a bit and I thought she was flirting with so I kind of rubbed against her.

I was at some place I have never seen before and saw this strange, homeless looking man selling Coca Cola. I thought he was a bit of a loopy and then went into this shop, which sold every drink except Coca Cola. When I was in the shop the strange guy walked in. I wanted to seem friendly so I said 'hello' to him. He looked and me and I noticed that something was wrong with his eyes, it looked like he was blind, he said 'hello' back and seemed suprisingly friendly.

Fun Social Club Non-Lucid Lucid

I was climbing this massive hill with a lot of other people and the higher you went the steeper it went. So i was climbing next to a friend of mine and when we got to the top it was just a vertical hill with metal wires to hang on to, sadly almost everyone fell and i tumbled and smashed my head on the ground and returned to the bottom and i was unhurt. We went back into the cottage then i realized that my school principle was forcing us to do this, And he showed us a map which showed that we had to do that another 100 times. For some reason i said to him "The death toll for this exercise is 3!!!!!!!!!" Then he was silent for a bit and he walked away just to come back with portable bowling alleys and lots of pool tables.

In the cottage there were lots of people hanging out, socializing .So i decide to play some bowling with my friend and after playing a bit I decided to stop and play pool instead. But my friend didnt want to so i walked over and played pool.

For some strange reason some of the billiard balls were smaller than ones on another table. So after playing for a bit i woke up.

EDIT: On the night of 12th January 2011

A beautiful woman lies naked on an ornate bed sprawled amongst numerous tall stacks of ancient books. I stand shirtless a few feet from the bed and place a few choice books on my shelf. Instead of having sex with the woman I turn away and collect the rest of the books on the bed so that I can return them to the library. Once I arrive at the library I see that it resembles the Akashic Records, which I’ve visited before. The entrance to the Records is spectacular, framed by epic pillars.



I head inside and replace the books and knowledge that I have borrowed and assimilated. I browse the aisles for a bit and stumble upon a specific dream character jerk that causes trouble within the library, and starts shit with random visitors like a bully. I walk by him and ignore him, but he steps in my path and scowls at me.

He tells me to never get in his face. Wanting nothing more than to put him in his place I step up to him and jab my finger at him and “get in his face.” This angers the jerk and we proceed to battle, first hand to hand grappling before it escalates into an epic old school sword fight. We slice and duel amongst the many rows of books throughout the library until I finally defeat him.

As I stand to walk away triumphantly, I realize that I have also been mortally wounded from the battle. I stumble over to the dying jerk I defeated in battle and say “See you in another life, yeah?” I shuffle back to the naked woman in bed, lie next to her, and wake up.