non-lucid

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was much longer, but I rated it so low in vividness because I can't remember most of the parts!

It was night time, and there wasn't much illumination from lights around the neighborhood. I was on the roof of my house. Because it was rather dark, I couldn't discern if the house actually looked like my house in real life, or if the dream had made something up. The roof was made of shingles, but instead of being three-dimensional, the shingles were flat as if they were just drawn on paper. I was crouching down with my elbows on my knees and looking around at the other houses. I looked down at the streets below, and then I looked to the right and saw my yard. It was about ten feet down from the rooftop. I stood up and jumped down from the roof, making no noise as I landed in the tall, overgrown grass. I looked around once more, and saw yellow light coming from a single square window in the wall of my house.

The yard was empty except for a pile of large, irregularly-shaped rocks in the corner. It was also fenced off by boards of neat, dark wooden fencing that were at least seven feet high. It looked, overall, like a normal backyard. Above the fence, in the distance, I could see the moon, which looked very bright. It was also larger than how the moon looks in real life.

In front of the fence, there was a metal stool. I walked over to the stool and stood up on it, peering over the fence. Now, beyond the fence, there weren't as many houses or streets as before. There was only one road extending straight towards the horizon, which was lit by a dim white light. A few houses were scattered here and there. I jumped up onto the top of the fence and fell off the other side, landing in a sort of hoverbike. It was flat on top, but underneath, it was very neatly carved out of metal. A small dot of a green light was flashing, sending a laser of light out towards the darkness. I took hold of the two handles and twisted the right one; without making a noise, the bike began to pick up speed.

No other cars or people appeared as I traveled down the road, but there were telephone poles on the sides every few seconds of travel. Instead of connecting to the one beside it, the wires would connect to the pole across the road. I was traveling at the same height as the high telephone poles, so whenever I'd get within a few seconds of hitting one, my vision would change. I'd now be seeing black, and a flat, white irregular line, like a lightning bolt. I'd have to lower the position of my bike so I wouldn't hit the lightning bolt, because this represented the pole. After all, one knows that if they touch an electrical pole, they'd be electrocuted.

The first two times this happened, I lowered my bike enough. The third time, though, the lightning bolt lowered along with my bike, so I drove right into it. My vision turned black.

But, I wasn't "dead". The dream only skipped a bit, and I was now in a city, in a central area where all the fast food restaurants congregate. The roads looked decrepit, but still useable.

I walked toward a McDonalds, which was clearly open because all the lights were on, and because I could see people eating inside. I can't remember what happened next.

My recall has increased within the past week. Last night i remember a dream where i was first chasing Homer Simpson in a cartoonish dream and i was a cop. The chase had lasted about 10 minutes. Finally, when i stopped homer, i asked him if he had any drugs on him. He said nothing, none at all. I was working with a fellow cop from the precinct. I told him to search the car. My partner revealed a huge garbage bag of marijuana. About 100 pounds . So then i asked homer what he was going to do with it, my dream scene changed. Me,Homer,and my partner were sitting in a room smoking it up. Bongs everywhere. I guess i didn't become lucid because i usually smoke weed, so it didn't seem strange to me.

Good morning, everybody. I think these dreams are both influenced by other dreams I've read on this site.

Dream #1

I was in a department store. The light was somewhat grey and dim. I walked to my right, into an area with a lot of dresses for little girls.

I walked past one long rack of dresses. The dresses were all shimmery. Most of them had one single color, like purple or pink. Some may even have had pointy, brimless "princess" hats (which now remind me more of the I Dream of Genie headdress).

All these dresses were supposed to be long on little girls. I assumed they'd hardly even fit onto my body. But for some reason I was still thinking of trying these things on.

I walked between two long racks of dresses. Some of these dresses seemed to have black velvet tops and gold skirts.

As I walked along, two or three tall, young, black men came walking from the other direction. The men were all dressed in shiny, satiny outfits that looked like jester outfits. The front guy may have been wearing sunglasses.

I scooted out of the way a little bit. When I did so, so did the guys. I excused myself and said sorry. The front guy said, "No problem, no problem."

I now found myself out in a wider area of the store. I was trying to figure out whether I wanted to go back to the dresses or go somewhere else.

Dream #2

I was possibly somewhere like a room in a library. I was probably with a group of peers, which was probably led by an older, tall, balding "teacher" figure with grey hair, glasses, jeans, and a denim shirt.

At some point I realized I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. I was just wearing a big button-up shirt. I knew I needed to get fully dressed.

I walked out into a large stairwell like a big, open stairwell at a museum. I knew I was on the third floor and I needed to get down to the first floor. There were people on the stairs and on the floors between the stairs, walking in and out from exhibits. I had told myself I would run down the back stairwell. But I now realized I was going down the main stairway.

I thought for a moment I could keep going. I thought the shirt was long enough that nobody would see I was wearing no underwear. But then I saw that people had noticed I was wearing no pants and underwear. I was embarrassed. I hurried at the next landing to a doorway to the back stairwell.

I ran past a couple people and into the smaller stairwell, which was more like a fire escape stairwell. I was all alone. I started speeding down the stairs, almost flying down them, taking a lot of steps at once.

I went too fast and found that I had gone too far down. I was in an area full of white-painted pipes. The area was huge and well lit, and the pipes were all so neatly arranged, like bookshelves in a library.

I felt way out of place down here (although my state of undress didn't seem to bother me anymore). I knew I needed to get up to the correct floor. I imagined workers finding me and trying to do something bad to me.

I now imagined (???) a tall, black man in a beige denim jacket and black sunglasses standing before me at the bottom of the staircase. My view panned through the aisles of white pipes which also seemed to be decorated with white Christmas lights.

I imagined myself asking the imaginary man a weird question, like which way was the way out. I imagined the man first telling me something weird, like telling me how to get to the position in the basement where the exit would actually be on the first floor. I even imagined a huge painting, like a huge equestrian painting that might be seen in the lobby of an art museum.

I then imagined, as my view panned through an area of white pipes lit almost entirely by tons and tons of white Christmas lights, that the man asked me something, like he was asking me on a date (???). I imagined that just around the corner from this area there was something like a themed food court, all done up in a confectionery style, like old merry-go-rounds.

I thought that if this guy wanted to go have all this fun at "the festival," I'd have to get money from an ATM. I could hear Mexican music, like Mariachi music, playing somewhere.

I found myself in a place like the parking lot of a shopping plaza from when I was a kid. The shopping plaza had a number of large stores, like a big clothing store, a big grocery store, and a big bookstore. It was night, and the light was deep blue, with all the lights in the shopping plaza turned off. But I still saw the lights, felt the warmth, and heard the music of the festival somewhere.

I walked around trying to figure out where the festival was. I felt like I had woken from a dream. I may have been trying to convince myself that the music and light had only been in my dream, and that I was now just having trace memories of that stuff.

But, I told myself, I'm still dreaming! There's no way I could be just walking around here right now. This is a dream, too.

Realizing this was a dream, I felt a lot more clarity. The sky may have even gotten a bit lighter.

I decided to turn around and look for the festival. But as soon as I turned around, everything went black, like I had closed my eyes. I tried to "open my eyes" and see again. But I couldn't. I walked around. I felt and heard myself walking. I even continued hearing the music. I even had some idea of where I was in the parking lot. But I couldn't see anything.

Dream #3

I was in "my office," which was larger than my office, much more like an office floor for a larger company.

I got up from a cubicle when I heard that a couple of women were getting ready to interview a man for a position. I felt like they were interviewing a replacement for my position.

I walked a little ways, then looked through what seems to have been the underside of a large semi-truck's trailer, to the elevator bank at the front of the office floor.

I could see the interviewee in my mind's eye. He was a little kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, dressed in a nice suit. One of the women interviewing him was a stout, Hispanic woman with short, black hair.

I heard from somebody nearby that my boss was getting fired, and that the person was interviewing to become my boss' replacement. That was a relief for me, considering I had been thinking all this time that I was going to get fired. I only hoped that management would decide to keep me after firing my boss.

I may have thought about the complications for this actually being possible. Maybe the man already had somebody like me on his team. So maybe he'd just bring that other person over from whatever company he was coming from. I also thought that it might not be worth it to work for this guy, anyway. Maybe he would just turn out to be a jerk.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

14/12/10 I was in a series of dreams involving a lot of family at some sort of party. However the main plot of the storyline was me first of all ignoring a beautiful young woman's approach. This woman turned out to be my neighbour and some woman told me off for leaving her hanging there, considering the fact that I had been playing up to something more. I ended up walking to her door, my heart pounding and at the time I did not know if I would have the courage to knock. I hoped she would come out of the door before I had to and I got lucky. I mumbled something about how nervous I felt and she invited me in.

Throughout the dreams we end up dating and although we make out a lot and she continue to agree to my my sexual approaches we never get to actually do it. And although I never stop to think about the fact that I am dreaming, in the dreams I remember being really frustrated about the fact that I awake before we get to do anything. Her kiss felt amazing and I even remember running my finger under the edge of her underwear, feeling faint hairs growing back after a shave.

Reflection: Although the dreams themselves remain unfulfilled it seemed like I was learning a lesson. A lesson on how to combat a stupid amount of shyness I feel when approaching women. Lets see how it pans out.

So what i remember starting off in was some type of jungle. To get through this jungle, i had to climb walls of vines. And throughout this jungle, were "save points", these save points looked like trees made out of white twizzlers. Ok so i go around this jungle, going to save spots so i can "save".Well next thing i know i ended up getting my classes as if it were the first day of school. I had 6 classes. I went to my first class which was in room "A6?" but i went into the wrong room, the right one was next door. Well i don't remember what happened after. But next fragment was when i was in the car with my mom driving a girl home. (i used to like this girl.) When we dropped her off, my mom called her "daniel" but her name was Samantha. My first 3 classes were at my highschool, and my other 3 classes were at some other highschool in my city. (which i've only been to once, never attended there.) In one of my classes, i sat near the middle, alittle bit more towards the back. I remember that Samantha wanted to sit next to her bf, who was sitting infront of me, but she couldn't because someone took that seat. So the girl in that seat got tired of them talking to eachother from across the room, and switched seats with her. After my first 3 classes i walk to the other highschool with 2 of my friends. I don't really remember what we talked about, But there was one friend i ran into, He just said something like, "hey what's up? haven't seen you for a while. well nice seeing you". after that i had to go somewhere into the school, idk for what though, But sitting at a bench was an old friend. I didn't feel like talking to him, so i went the opposite way so i can just get picked up from school. There was a line of cars picking up people leaving from school. My moms car wasn't there but my friends was, he said if i wanted a ride. Then my mom comes up with an old looking mercedes and my other friend says, Hey lets just go in your moms car, she was her old car back. [I don't really remember between that part and going to my house, i'm pretty sure i skipped a big chunk.] Well when i get to my house, there is this REALLY small dog, probably the size of a cat. Looked kinda strange to me. Well a while passed by, and i don't remember what happened during that time also. But next thing i remember is the house being all messy with tentacles coming out of the ceiling. In the middle of the room was this Weird looking baby. To describe it, It looked like a Really small newborn inside some type of Pod. (kinda like green beans) And it was all gooey, and had red eyes pooping out. And the tentacles above the ceiling were moving around. My mom went up to it, and said "what is that? i'm going to try and kill it" So she gets a broom and starts to beat it. A tentacles from the ceiling moves towards her eye and Goes inside it. The tentacle goes into her eyesocket for a good 5 seconds. The tentacle Comes out of her left eye, and my mom runs outside into the backyard while covering her eye. I move back outside to the front yard, not knowing what to do. My sisters boyfriend shows up and says that we have to shoot it. So he pulls out his gun and an extra gun for me. (he's a police officer) We both aim, but don't take a shot, thinking that if we shoot it, it might get dangerous. My mom comes back, but her eyeball wasn't missing, nor was there a hole. It was just skin, as if it healed, Just a layer of skin over her eye. Well after that my sister boyfriend vanished and my dad showed up. He said what happened to my moms eye, and i explained to him. He wanted to kill it, so he said what if we run it over under the truck? I didn't like that idea. Then the alien baby flipped itself, and on the other side of the pod, was a small dog. I guess the dog was a disguise for what it really is. Under the dogs belly were two arms hanging. And that is all i remember from my dream.

Has simply trying to do something about my subconscious visitors done the trick? Also, Inception mind-screwed me quite nicely. Loving it.

The first thing I remember was the second level of the dream. I was dreamscaping, doing a favor for the landlord of an apartment building that was a strange hybrid of the house where I grew up and the apartment building where I live now. I never manage to dream about any building where I actually live, if I do I know it's an OBE. Hasn't happened for some time, though.

I can't remember what the second level was, but it dealt with my old dollhouse (Haha, Christopher Nolan!) and I was wrapping metallic gold thread around something, like a small spool or something but it felt like a craft of some kind. I think the small something was soft.

I was lucid on a certain level, that the second level was a dream. A phone call woke me to the first level, which was not lucid. I vaguely remember returning to the second level, because I remember playing out some of the cliches of Inception (How did I get here???). But the phone turned out to be my Dad calling to say "Hello." We chatted about what was going on, I told him about the favor, and I mentioned that I smelled an odd kind of smoke. Dad became Overprotective Dad, getting all skittish that something was wrong. I told him that it was probably just the heater (apparently, this smell was normal?) and that any tenant could fix it so the handyman neighbor would probably be down soon to deal with it.

I got off the phone and wandered downstairs to find the landlord (who was somehow Willem Dafoe...) talking with the handyman neighbor who doesn't exist IRL. I mentioned quietly that the favor was done, and the neighbor said that something was very wrong with the heater. Dafoe made a crack that he wasn't getting much of his investment back on THIS building and left without doing anything. I made a comment about him being a slumlord, and woke up.

This time I was so confused at the first level being a dream that IRL I started checking for oddities. Pinch hurts, and I'm in my own apartment, though I always think that I'm in my own home so I COULD be wrong. And Hubby's here, more evidence that I'm awake. I even broke my first rule of surreality by looking into a mirror and a dark window. Freddy Kreuger's not there. I still haven't looked too closely at the TV, though. No nerve.

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I am only recording memorable dreams in part to encourage myself to have more of them and because there is no real reason for me to record unremarkable dreams at this point.

December 12, 2010: Waves of Times
Nonlucid for the most part
I was walking along near a stand of trees that were planted in rows. They were young trees evenly spaced and stood like they had been set to a grid pattern. Besides them was a small clearing where bright green grass that has been newly planted carpeted the ground. Here was a picnic table. I felt this loose feeling when time begins to become unhinged in the dream. Then a there was a guy sitting at the table looking lonely, he seemed to be missing his son. I floated over to him and when I looked at him from the back a library started to form around this whole site. A library replaced the small stand of trees. I looked around and waves of times washed through my vision. This looked like sections of instances in time; nighttime, early morning, people walking in the library, no one in the library, kids running around in the library, a librarian quietly putting books back; all in sections as they passed before me right to left. Then the lonely man was seated here again at a table. A shift in time slid by and in it I saw him happily reading a book to his young boy.

December 13, 2010: An Unrelated Narrator
Nonlucid mostly.
I was just wandering around but there was this guy narrating a story that had nothing to do with what I was seeing. I knew the story was totally different from what I was seeing and that the two where not connected. The story made perfect sense and was about some guy doing something unremarkable as far as I can remember. I remember following the story to see if this story was going to make any sense and surprisingly it did.

December 2010

Synopsis: I should be unlazy and actually use my dream journal! A surreal dream involving a flood with rotten water. Later, I find hippies.

Rotting Flooded Waters
I'm in my backyard. In real life I don't have one anymore, so this is the backyard of my childhood. There is a little pond next to a small tree, filled with healthy fish.

It rains and the pond swells and covers the entire backyard, like a swamp. But all the fish are dead, and now the water is filled with rotting things. I stand on top of something to get away from the diseased water.

Usually the rain water is absorbed by the soil. Thinking back to my horticulture class I say "Theres something wrong with the soil! Its got no drainage." At first I thought it was only my backyard that was flooded. But I took a quick peek over the fence and I could see the entire suburban neighborhood was under water!

This is bad. One house with rotten water is one thing, but an entire neighborhood? I thought of katrina, and deadly diseases. Well, I guess we gotta leave!

My family gather outside on the street and discuss where we should go. Lucky us, we live next to a hill that was spared the flood. We can see little houses up there. We pack our things, which was neatly waiting for us outside our home. A random monkey character helps us carry our things.

When we get to the top of the hill all the houses are super small. And they were all connected to each other. We walk through the common hallway between them. Each little house was more like a tent filled with random items. I guessed that hippies must live here!

My family starts to go shopping. Even though these weren't shops, it seems the tent people like a good bargain. Later on, old friends invite me to a turkey dinner, and I wonder if the turkey has synthetic hormones.

Then I wake up!

this was a short dream, quite useless in gaining lucidity, i even did a reality check but cud not obtain lucidity

But the dream was i was in high skool and i was with my sister and her bf and my dad was going thru my books and yelling at me bout how my books are bad,

short dream but i shall record it

I was in a canyon with high gray walls all around me, but I walked through like it was normal. An old woman was walking through with a child around 3-4. She walked up to me and asked me to watch the child. I say yes not really caring. I find a bench to sit on, and sit on it with the child. The woman leaves. I tell the child to come closer so I could read to him. He comes closer. I take a small book out of my pocket. Its a guide to lucid dreams. I open it to the part on flying thinking the child would like the idea of flying. So I read about flying in a dream for a little while. I read a part on how to stay flying once you are in the sky. It was in red text. Here is what it said. When you begin to take off clear your mind, and only think of what it will feel like. Think of birds and the g-power you will feel as you fly. Finally imagine that you can not touch the ground because gravity has been weakened. The child asks me to show him. I get up and start to fill my mind with thoughts of flying only. I begin to lift into the sky. I then realize that I was in a dream. Then just at the right time my mom tells me to wake and that I missed the bus. I wake up in a bad mood because she woke me up right when I realized it was a dream.

Well, before I get into the little bit i remember, I should give some background information.
My dad wakes me up for school in the morning. I tried to just lay there and recall my dream, but my dad just kept bugging me to get up, though i was clearly awake. I began remembering as i walked out the door, so i couldn't write it down immediately.
Secondly, I recently read a bunch of scary stories that were keeping me up the majority of the night. I managed to get an hour or two of sleep in, and recalled this:

My bedroom was reversed. instead of my Tv being directly across from my door, My bed was, and i was sitting there, watching the wall opposite me, scared to close my eyes (as i had been when i was awake.) but then my cat, sunny, came in. at first i was startled because he just popped up in my doorway. but then i realized it was my cat, and was thankful to see another friendly being in my dark room. I patted my bed, inviting Sunny to come lay beside me. as he jumped up, I began watching my Tv as if it had been on the whole time.

Snowboarding down a never ending hill with a few other guys constantly going over fat jumps and doing fat spins and grabs in the air before going into slow motion as i land. i had a red and yellow burton snowboard

Damn Nazis! - For some reason I found myself in a snowy German town in 1942. I recall wearing raggedy clothes and a hat. I was with a group of friends when all of a sudden the Nazis came for us. We split up and ran in all different directions. I ran into a park area and hid in a bush, attempting not to move. I tried to stay there as long as I could, sitting still. It was a very small bush. It worked for a while, I was so relieved when a patrol came, talked by me, and then left! But then I was found by another patrol because my legs twitched! I bolted out of the bush and into some sort of bar. They seemed very surprised to see me there and I begged them to help me get away from the Nazis. One of the men agreed, and it turned out he was an SS captain. There was about 10 soldiers racing at the door, trying to catch me. He simply walked into the door, and began blasting away. The women began bawling their eyes out and I thought in amazement that the man just saved my life. I never got caught by the Germans, and I blew a sigh of relief. I had a terrible feeling though that my friends had been killed, however.

Dream Sex! - Me and a smoking hot asian were naked. Great times were had.

Queen Zukin's House - All I remember is that I knew I was dreaming, and I remembered Queen Zukin. I wanted to go see her, but I didn't know how to get there. For some reason I remembered her post about attempting to teleport places through a mirror. I thought this would do, and went to my bathroom mirror. I just on the counter and began going through the mirror, and I thought I could see her house! Then I woke up

The Next Holocaust

People were falling into a giant pit thousands of feet deep. Inside the pit there were shafts and poles that some people would hit and land on. Their insides would spill out and even though they had just fallen nearly a mile, they were still condemned to a slow, painful death. I had been one of the people to fall but I was lucky to have not been injured. I was hiding in the corner, hiding between some boxes. The police were looking for survivors to bring back up to the surface so that they could try to kill them again. I tried not to breathe. I held my breath as they passed and tried not to tremble in the dark.

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I was staying at a hotel with my mom. She had left to go into the town/city for a few hours. I was snooping around the grand hotel when I heard some men talking.

"At six'clock we'll take em down to the pit and have them gone," He announced. My heart stopped. From the subtle clues around me, I deduced that we were in a holocaust.

I had to tell my mom not to come back to the hotel. This is where they were planning to round us up at so that they could kill us. I texted mom: Don't come back to the hotel - life is in danger. I will run and see you later.

As soon as I acquired my suitcase, I foraged through it and took out any necessary items that I would need to survive as a hermit. I called Bree to tell her what was happening.

"I'll be gone...for awhile. I'm going to try to escape. Do you want to come with me?" I asked her.

"They've already gave me the notice that I am due there as well," She responded. There was a silence. She was sentenced to death. I didn't want to imagine her dieing - I wanted her to come with me, but she refused.

"Bree, please. If you aren't going to try to escape the least you can do is try to fight back. If you don't run they'll kill you anyways," I pleaded, but she only accepted her fate. I couldn't argue with her anymore, time was running out and I had to flee the hotel.

I sneaked out the front door and scanned the perimeter. In the parking lot stood a Hitler looking figure talking to a small group of 3-4 other soldiers. The lawn didn't have any trees so I couldn't dart while they weren't looking and I couldn't wait until the soldiers went away. My best bet was to just make a run for it...Or I could perhaps act innocent and just walk away with my backpack. I wasn't supposed to know what was going on anyways.

I casually walked down the driveway/parking lot, avoiding suspicion. As soon as I got onto the main road I sprinted away. I listened for any yelling from the soldiers, but all I heard was the word Beowulf.

I came across a lady who was selling a horse. I didn't have much in the way to trade her, but I needed the horse for faster travel. I took the horse and told her that I would pay her back later, I didn't have time to lose.

I rode on horseback until I came upon a lake. I realized that we were on a peninsula and the only way to get back to mainland was to ride past the hotel again, which I didn't want to do at this time. It was nearly 6 PM.

I jumped off the horse and let it eat/sleep. Near the shore of the lake there was a ditch that we could hide in. I decided that it would be best if we tried to sleep during the day and then travel during the night.

Up into Space

I realized that I was late for school! I would only make it for my 5th and 6th hour if I drove there now, but I decided that perhaps that was my best option.

I climbed into the car and drove to a city. Joe was running late too and I was so shocked to see him driving next to me on the freeway that I accidentally flipped my car. It rolled and crashed on the shoulder.

Joe turned around and drove back to me on his epic motorcycle. In my vision I saw "Press O to Ride". I pressed O and now Joe and I were both riding on our own separate motorcycles. We raced over a highway bridge. It made a creepy oooo-ing noise when we passed over it. Joe said that the bridge really creeped him out.

There was a different bridge coming up that was unlike any other bridges that I had ever seen before. The bridge sort of looked like this roller coaster (click). It was a suspension bridge and on either side were white roller coaster tracks. There was no railing.

The bridge allowed for sheer speed, but as it came to an end I couldn't see any connecting road! My motorcycle went UP instead of down and I landed on top of the bridge.

The roof of the bridge was extremely high up in the air. I was probably in New York city. I was above the skyline, high enough up in the air so that when I looked down I couldn't see the ground - it was just fog. Instead of the Statue of Liberty there was a GIANT statue of Megan Fox.

I felt gravity giving away again and I floated high and high until I surpassed the Earth's atmosphere. Once I passed it, I felt as if I had just broken through a barrier. The view was absolutely stunning and in pristine clarity.



I was still being pulled out into space as the Earth shook and became a rocky granite surface. I fell backwards onto something hard and realized that I was on the moon.

I am a young Hawaiian boy during WWII. American soldiers come, and begin altering our house into a base. I think they might kill me. We are afraid of the soldiers and run into the forest.

the dream skips

We are on a dirigible, being transported across the ocean. The blimp is full of war refugees, and rich White people going for a cruise.

I am served some gross overcooked bean soup made from a can. I am used to eating only fresh food. There is some chili stuff also.

They talk about a pool on the blimp.

Everyone must swim! You Hawaiians, teach these people to swim. We are in for a long voyage. These fat asses need exercise. A fat White lady protests swimming. She says she doesn't know how. A soldier yells at her, telling her she has to get exercise, and swimming is the only way on this blimp. Plus, we are flying over the ocean, so she better know how to swim if we get shot down.

People begin shouting about a UN convention protecting passenger aircraft, and the soldier says we need to be prepared for anything. These terrorists, they are animals.

I see a missile coming for us. I see a strange flag on it: There is a gold slash diagonally across it. On the top half is a Chinese flag. The bottom is a mix of Canadian, American, and Mexican flag. There is also a tiny portion that is a flag for the New Government of Central America. There is a strange gremlin riding the missile. It has the flag of Brazil across it's face.

I look at the pilot of the plane. He is an orc on in a leather jacket, leather helmet and goggles. "I'm a Russo-Americo-Jap, bitch!" he says to me. I am horrified. I pray to Kanaloa. The missile hits the balloon part of the blimp, then turns around. Before the missile hits the cabin, I leap through a window. I feel like my soul is leaping, out and my body is staying behind.

Kanaloa is a great octopus. He thrusts his head out of the water, and grabs both my bodies, and pulls them down into the sea. He smashes them together.

He pulls me into the depths. I see beachgirl swimming the other direction, and she waves at me. She's a mermaid.

Suddenly, we are in his Great Chamber, and he speaks to me with his great THIRD EYE.

[I]My son. This is all real. Please understand. This is not a jumble of thoughts created by your mind. This is another reality in a parallel universe, similar, very similar to your own. You are living the life of another you. This happens in dreams, due to the dream plane touching and encompassing all reality. See, the physical planes are just bubbles inside the dream plane. Astral planes are bubbles around the physical ones.

You see me now as Kanaloa, the god of the sea. In your Main World on Matter Earth, I exist in every squid and octopus in the sea. I am every cuttlefish, and every nautilus. The combined intelligence is my sentience. They are all my brain and my body. Beings such as I are called Manifestor-Inhabitors. Just as Lady Datura is every single datura plant on earth, I am every squid. We are all gods. You, He'e child are a god until yourself, and I am here. Every human is its own god unto itself. You have chosen the Matter World of Earth, or the Nightmare World, as We call it, to inhabit. You all have chosen to learn from the Way of Suffering.[/I]

Why would we choose to suffer?

[I]You can learn by doing, by watching, by hearing, by playing, but only learning through Suffering may you become Compassionate. This is the true Essence of Justice. When you have suffered much, you may become a just god. [/I]

Just? To who?

[I]To yourself. You are not to rule over weaker ones. That is weakness. You are not to rule over equals, because they would not allow it. And it is impossible to rule over ones stronger. Therefore you must become a god unto yourself, and completely rule over yourself. In order to do this, you must treat yourself with compassion, and justice. This is the ultimate government: The One-Man Theocracy.[/I]

My mind is being blown. A god from another universe is telling me to become a god over myself.

Kanaloa looks into my soul with his great right eye. I see many colors in his eye. It's beautiful and terrifying. He sees everything I ever have done, am doing, and will do.

[I]Darkness.... Light.... You have an even balance. But, evil you must not do. Evil is to harm others out of malice. Your crown chakra will guide your morality, and your third eye will reveal the path. Dark or light energy can be used for good or evil. The Templars of Urth use light energy for evil. The evil rulers of Earth are third eye blind. They believe Life is a Dream, which is true, but they believe their life is Their Dream, just like an Inner World Dream. They do not realize their Serial Dream is not an Inner World Dream, but a Shared Dream. Therefore, they look at others as Dream Characters, playthings to toy with, to rape and kill, and torture as they please.

There are such Humans in the Dream Plane, invading dreams to rape and kill others' dream bodies. This must stop in order for your Race to vibrate up to Higher Planes of Awareness, Enlightenment. Lucidity is a type of enlightenment. As you are expanding, your enlightenment increases, as you are more and more aware of The Great Suffering. All beings in your planet are suffering. Your species makes everything around it suffer, including other humans. You are all infested with a dark energy parasite from Nevergawn that delights in the suffering of others. EVERYTHING YOU BUY IS CREATED BY THE SUFFERING OF OTHERS SOMEHOW. You cannot help being evil.

The only way to be free is to be free. The only way to stop aiding in the suffering of others is to break free of the Network: The Money System. The purpose of Money is to control others. With money you can can tell people they do not deserve food, because you have it, and they don't. Grow your own food. Restore the aquaculture. Grown your own fish. Then no matter how much someone says you do not deserve food, you have it anyway.
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