non-lucid

I was riding in a small car with my very large friend, who decided to visit a gangster friend's parents. They don't open the door for people they don't know, I warned him. He thought he'd try anyways. Well, someone opened the door.

Inside the house was a newscaster. I'd never been in this house before (dreamsign?). The newscaster was a white man (the gangster family was samoan). The newscaster started throwing sex parties, and the people who came ended up working for him. One of the last people to ask him "for a job" was another newscaster from NBC. He accepted, of course, but before she actually engaged in any party activities she left, second thoughts apparently.

The only sex I remember was when this really cute black girl was in the bathtub with Mr. Newscaster. She was very impressed with his smooth rear entry and quite verbal about it. (Skipping details for the sake of the other members here.) The newscaster left, and the girl stood up in the bathtub to reveal that she had a penis! She began to pee down the drain. I asked her if she wanted to "play" and she rejected me. I was not happy about this.

Skipflash - we were on our way to the supermarket, me, the trans-girl, the newscaster, my girlfriend and my girlfriend's son. It was a PG rated ride. Went inside and the dream came to a soft stop in reality.

i was standing with my girlfriend. I kissed her and she pulled away after a lil bit.. a car came and picked her up i kissed her once more she left. My dad came and picked me up and told me he was going to have a proffesional search my room for drugs or some shit. Next i went to lay in my bed and my ex girlfriend was offering me oral sex for five dollars i told her yea watever nd she began. two lesbians were next to me while i was recieving head, and i later messed arouend with them. after my ex wanted her money for sex which we ended up having and i told her there was a check in my drawyer she could have. My dad came in the room as she opened the drawyer and told my ex it was his money now cuz he earned it. She started to fight my dad over the five dollar check for oral sex and i woke up not remembring my dream til later

09/08/2010

That's not how reincarnation works... (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is pretty fragmented, but from what I do remember, it takes place right before heading back to college, and I'm contemplating whether to "reincarnate" (those of you who play the Disgaea series, think reincarnation or transmigration from that). Basically, I would become a newborn again, but have all the knowledge I currently have now. I don't know HOW that would work, or how a newborn would ever survive college anyways. The other part of the dream that I remember is when I actually get to college. I'm good old me, so I guess I decided not to "reincarnate". The interesting thing is, apparently my school is now on one of JUPITER'S MOONS (I wanna say Triton). Of course, this doesn't seem out of the ordinary for me. I remember having landed on Triton and being next to some sort of volcano. I pull up a sort of map on the "HUD" (apparently I'm in a video game now) and realize that I'm on the far west side of the map, and the campus is on the far eastern side. Since the map wraps around, though, I should be right next to it if I just turn around. That is all I remember of this crazy dream.

09/07/2010

I'd flood the world, for a good plank (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've not been able to sleep well lately, being woken up with dreams in my head and all, so I guess it's time to start recording dreams again! From what I can remember, I'm back home with my family, in a house that isn't our RL house. The outdoors looks kinda like the house we had before we moved a couple years back, but the deck is in the back yard instead of the front yard, and attached to the second floor of the house (our house was only one floor high). Anyways, from what little I do rememebr, my little brother Jared wanted to do something with the wood the deck was made of. Instead of taking it normally, or of course, getting some other wood, he was repeatedly flooding our yard up to the level of the deck (this would have submerged the entire first floor of the house, but my dream ignores this). Each cycle the wood deck would get more and more warped and rotten, and it would be easier to remove the wood he wanted. Then the water would drain and he would do it again. I'm not sure why he needed the wood, but I remember thinking how ridiculous that way of getting it was. What a waste! At some point the dream cuts to nighttime. A family -- mother and daughter, if my memory isn't failing me -- comes to the door to ask if we had found their kitten that had gone missing that day. We had in fact found a lonely kitten that morning and had been taking care of it. However, I was only wearing a t-shirt, so I left them at the door and ran off trying to find something to wear! It ended up waking up my mom and Jared, and my mom took care of it before yelling at Jared for what he was doing earlier, flooding the deck. That's all I remember.

1. I'm taking a trip with my college friends into New York City. We ride the subway, then get off and start to negotiate taxi prices to get to our next destination. There are 15 of us, and the lady at the counter just kind of laughs when we ask if we could get a decent rate. At this I snap, and pull out a sniper rifle. I order everyone to the roof, and they obey fearfully.

Everyone lines up along the ledge of the roof, while I take a fortified position near the back. I start sniping, one after another, and feel great sorrow when I catch one of my friends with a bullet. Soon the police arrive, but without proper backup, and I snipe several of them. I then notice a stunning woman in a white dress swinging her legs out of a nearby window. I put my scope on her, but then notice she too has a rifle. She smiles at me and starts shooting at the crowd. Eventually the police get a machine gun emplacement set up and start to pepper my position, and the concrete blocks that shield me start to give way.

I awaken into my dorm room at college, where I get up and breathe on a mirror. I start writing the salient points of the dream in my breath as my friends are playing Mario Party in the background on the N64. It's hard to get the words to stay (failed RC), but I feel satisfied at some point. I then real awaken, angry...

2. I'm playing backgammon and discussing world issues with former president Bill Clinton.

3. I go to a concert in Columbus Ohio where Avenged Sevenfold is doing an experimental set and recording it directly to Youtube.

I had two dreams last night, but i only remember bits and pieces.


1. I was on the floor of my younger brothers room. John Deer Green walls, cream carpet. His computer desk and bed were behind me, and his room was laid out the same way it was before i moved out. I sat up, and was able to look out his window, and noticed his room was very high up. My parents house was only ground, and i thought this was odd.
I woke up because of cats.
When i went back to sleep i was on the floor of my brother room again, I sat up once more, and this time there was a man on the ground, he looked rather small from this distance. The man threw something, and a voice behind my yelled "Cover!" I ducked, and an apple came through the window, began blinking violently, and then exploded. Then an orange came through the window, and did the same thing. I was trying to avoid them by rolling around on the ground, and one landed on me. I grabbed it, started to panic, but thought wait Fruit do not explode."
I woke up, and there was some traffic outside the house.
I was back on my brothers floor, there were strange toys everywhere and I sat up. The voice from earlier was behind me again so i turned around, and there was a man sitting at the foot of my brothers bed. He held this massive multiple CD case, and shook his head. "You'll never sell this for 800 dollars." he said. I became confused "What are you talking about?" i asked. He turned he case around to show me one of the dvd's missing out of the case. "You're missing the Zeddacus Zerrander collection." I remember tilding my head to the side and saying. "But i don't own any Legend of the seeker dvds"
The dream was done again, and i rolled over to look at my wife before closing my eyes.
Once again i was on the floor of my little brothers room. this time it was a Renaissance era battle field in a 14x12 bed room. Talk about crowded! I remember getting up to defend myself when i was run over but a balista from behind. I began cursing loudly, and thinking. "Who the fuck runs someone over with a Balista?!?!" The battle stops, and i find myself sitting at the edge of my brothers bed. There is a lady and a man in the bed, getting ready to sleep. The man in the bed says he's sorry for running me over but he was trying to get somewhere. I ignore him, and look at the floor. there is another man in a sleeping bag there. He starts talk, but i can't hear him. I don't remember if I jumped next, or fell, but i landed in the mans sleeping bag. I could barley move, so the man left, and let me fall asleep.


2.The second dream also took place at my parents house, outside in the yard i think. I don't remember much else but but I know after a bit i began to wonder why i was there. I don't remember anything else after i began to question.






i begin to think when i was waking up, they were fake. I forgot my reality checks :/

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Hello everyone! I was supposed to try out the CANWILD method, in which you set an alarm, don't move a muscle and slip back to sleep. I was way too tired this morning to be bothered hah! If I don't have to get up, I won't. Anyways I did have a nice night, three long dreams and two fragments, in one which I had an LD! It was the shortest one I've had but still. Here they are:

D1 Night: I'm sitting at a table with my grandpa infront of me. He's about to have a very important business meeting and I'm there as his consult or whatever. I take out my cellphone and turn on the record function. I barely have time to put it in my pocket before a man enters the room. He greets us and they start talking business. I can tell he's really nervous and is sweating like a pig. Instead of talking to eachother, they start drawing pictures with crayons. Just random colors on the paper like a three-year old would do. I can see that there's text hidden in those symbols. Just as if there were cameras in the room, recording everything. After ages of drawing, the meeting is finally over. I go to the bathroom and take out my cellphone. The record had stuck at two hours. "Damn that was a long meeting" I say to myself.

D2 Night: I'm at McDonalds with my friend G. The girl serving me is a complete bitch, and as we are about to walk out of there, I tell her that her performance sucks. Apparently she is going home with us. G gets angry at me and starts whining. I really don't feel like taking his crap so I tell him and his new girlfriend to walk ahead of me. He agrees and I ask for the keys to the appartment. He throws them at me and starts running. After a few seconds he comes running back panting. "I forgot, I don't even have the key" I give him the keys back and he runs off again. I'm left all alone in the middle of the night and walks slowly home. After a steep hill I can hear some weird noises coming from a barn on the side of the road. I can tell it's children doing something bad, like drugs! I start thinking of going in there to scare them a little.

D3 Night: I'm on a cool boat with my girlfriend Monica. We're cruising down the river here in my hometown and Monica is hyped up. "We should put down crayfish traps all the way to the end!" I try to turn the boat around but it's too narrow! Somehow I manage to do it anyways but the boat almost turns over in the process. I can hear glasses shattering under deck in the cabin.

D4 10.30: I don't remember much but I'm with a girl dressed in black. Suddenly I get lucid after remembering the girl in the bathtub. The girl in black lay down and I position myself ontop of her. Instead of getting that nice feeling, I'm starting to feel my body. "No, no, no!" I think for myself. "Someone told me to concentrate real hard on the dream, it might work!" I try concentrating and the dream doesn't vanish! I'm once again in the dream and I try to move a little, it feels nice but the dream is too fuzzy for it to be exciting. I black out a few seconds later.

D5 11.30:I'm in a cab with my friend G. We're going to Mörby and I'm wearing a thin jacket. The cab stops and we get out and starts walking towards the subway entrance. The guy in the booth is sleeping so I tell G to just walk on without paying. On the very slim escalator I see alot of people, wearing ghetto-clothes. "Hmm this must be the new ghetto in Sweden" I think for myself and we enter the subway station. Apparently there's a new track being opened today. It includes 10 new stations and the old track is closed for repairs. I don't recognise any of the names on the board and I don't really know where I'm going. A train enters the station and we are about to get on, only if they hadn't occupied the entire thing. We end up standing on the platform, watching the train leave the station. But wait? We're the ones moving, not them! I point this out to my friend Felix and he agrees with me. "This is awesome!" I say and fall down. I feel really drunk and can't stand up properly. The tickets on this new train, are wooden sticks of some kind. I'm holding two and I notice that I'm wearing my winter-jacket. "Wasn't I wearing my autumn-jacket?" I ask. "And where's G?" I figure he must have left on the platform or something. Suddenly I want to get off the train, and ask if Felix or Eric wants to come with me. They don't and I walk out all by myself. I'm in my home city again and in the middle of a roundabout. I run to the other side of the road and cars have to stop. My shoes are now some kind of flip-flops and I'm greeted by two alcoholics with no front teeth.

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

I just signed up for a MILD class. I really hope I get in, since I'm not really a newb. But I do need the motivation and some tips on how to achieve lucidity. I just think about it alot and hope for the best.

Any suggestions? Are RCs really THAT important? This is what the paintings looked like in the first dream:


Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Ignored markers - new territory.

My cousin... helped me ... in a school setting? But all worked out because I accomplished the goal and was able to plug into society properly.

I was in the upper crust of society. Well off, very. It was a carry over from a previous phase in the dream, so I guess this is a fragment.

I had duties to perform. There was a car that my father helped me with. I couldn't figure it out on my own, but he didn't have enough time himself. The battery was full of acid though, you can tell because the liquid was low and the red indicator was exposed. When they get like this they could explode, my father said. I took the acid bomb out of my vehicle and placed it on the floor of the back seat. It was uncomfortable.

...skip...?

I needed something further, and my father obliged. He was a gorilla, and he sacrificed his large, majestic form for my needs: parts of his skull and his forearms were given to me. The procedure was done instantly, and I was whole, the mirror revealed. Father couldn't close his face. He stood there looking as if he was waiting to die, or perhaps I hoped he would die for the cruelty my need imposed on him. His large gorilla hands were crudely shoved into the ends of his arms, and he stood there unable to close his face, looking at me. The horror he suffered. The sacrifice he made.

Sceneflash... he's no longer a gorilla, but well dressed. The head trauma is no longer there, he is able to speak, but his human hands are still crudely pushed into the ends of his shortened human arms. They are covered by his nice pullover sweater, but when he extends his arms to hug me his hands spin downwards.

We agree to go somewhere but something isn't right. I understand his body language to reveal his dark intention, and I parallel his foot movements, aware of a computer controlled sniper rifle behind me, watching me, awating his whispered command. He won't dare fire it as long as I am behind him. When we get out of range I let him know that I was aware as I stand up next to him.

Awaken - the horror on his face from the previous surgery still fresh in my mind.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

08-09-10 Many dreams involving Sisse and the grand scheme to win her back. I cannot recall the first encounter. I remember there being an episode where I seeing her at a party one night, I speak with her, quite opposite to the way I normally approach girls as my intentions are clear and I go for her. Actually the first situation I just approach her and tell her I would like to see her one of the days. In another situation I am on the phone with her asking when we were supposed to see each other and she tells me it was on that very day. She is not too disappointed and agrees to another time. I think I meet her at a party and flirt with her, there is definitely chemistry, but I do not pursue it that given night.

Something about Ruppert from EIMS is willing to give me a lift, I drive off on my own, remember I don't know where I am going turn around quickly and find Ruppert waiting at a restaurant, he sort of gestures that it is about time I turn up.

I am trying to remember the name of a bar or restaurant I am supposed to meet Sisse...

Something about my mum telling me that yesterday I said I wanted to go to a particular restaurant the following morning, but I tell my mum that it was only a dream (not realising that then of course so must this be if my mum knows about it ). I think there is about 3 dreams where I arrange to go somewhere to meet her, but never does. I am sitting at a diner looking through the window across the road into the restaurant my mum mentioned, just in case I actually did arrange for her to be there, she is not. I am recalling to myself the previous 3 dreams in which I arranged to meet her (not thinking the slightest about doing a reality check >.<).
…

Jes Dorph is on the news explaining how the media tends to utilise fearmongering as a way of creating news that are interesting. Then he switch the scene to a place where snow is still on the roof although the temperature outside is 28 degrees. I am all of a sudden at the place and I am telling (my dad I think) that it isn't really snow, but more of a foam like substance.
…

Something about violence in Danish football either a newsflash shows or I am there to see it happen by the corner flag.

I was in a bedroom that wasn't actually mine, but my waterbed was there along with a few other beds crammed into the room. There were a total of four other people in the room, four beds other than my own, there were two men and two women there, I knew them all as friends. It was larger bedroom than my room IWL, but it was still very crowded with five beds crammed in there. I was lying on my waterbed, fading in and out of sleep, when someone got my attention. It was one of the guys, he was boasting and bragging on how he pwned some mugger that had gone after him, he said he had pulled out his knife and gutted the guy, that sounded a bit violent to me… the worst part was that when he stated he had knifed the mugger in the gut, he drove his knife down into my waterbed, tearing a big hole in the mattress! I was pissed off at him, I told him he was paying for the new mattress, he said the leak was small and could be fixed. I got the leak repair kit out and tried to put a patch on the leak, but it was too big for that. I repeated to the guy that he would be paying for my new mattress.

I thought for a bit, trying to think of the name of the place I went to last time I needed a new waterbed mattress. I was annoyed at the fact I couldn't think of it since it hasn't been that long since I have gotten a new one. I couldn't think of the name, but I opened the phone book to the right spot to find the bed stores. I finally thought of the name… A Bedder Bed… and then I went straight to the phone number for the place. I picked up the phone beside my bed and was going to dial, but there was no dial tone on the phone… I immediately figured someone had forgotten to pay the phone bill. Well, I knew where the place was, so I would just go out and get the mattress. I pointed at the guy who had stabbed my bed, repeating one more time that he would be paying for my new mattress, which would probably be $70 to $90 dollars, so he had better have it ready. With that I got in my car and left the house, which was a place I didn't recognize at all, and headed to the main road.

As I left the house, I reminded myself that the house I had been staying at is downtown, so I would have to drive out from town to get to A Bedder Bed instead of in towards town. I drove along a couple of the roads, was force to take a detour by road construction, and then I proceeded to get completely lost in a really confusing neighborhood before I finally found my way back to the main road. I went to the shopping area where I knew A Bedder Bed was, pulled in to the parking area, and went to park in front of the store… but it was gone! It was seriously closed, there were boards over all of the windows, there were signs on the boarded windows and door that said the place was closed for good. Shit! Where was I supposed to get my waterbed mattress now? I saw what looked like a yard sale in the parking lot, so I went to check it out. There was a man selling off the remaining inventory of A Bedder Bed, so I looked for my mattress. Unfortunately I didn't find one… crap. The man said the stuff in questionable condition was in the trash dumpster out back, so I went there next. I was literally digging through the trash until I found a waterbed mattress that said Super Single, the size of my bed, and was still sealed in its packaging. I just hoped it would be ok.

So I got back in my car and drove back to the house, this time I managed to avoid getting lost. I was thinking I might just go ahead and tell the jerk who had stabbed my bed that he owed me some money, but maybe drop it to a round $50 and said it was a going out of business sale. I was debating as to if that would be an acceptable thing to do or if that would make me an asshole. I parked in front of the house and went in through the carport. There was a guy, not one of the ones from the bedroom earlier, sitting in a car with the engine running. I immediately noticed there was a hose going from the exhaust into the cabin of the car, he was in the process of killing himself! I went to the driver's door and I was going to do something when I realized the window was wide open. Actually, all of the windows were open. I asked the guy what was going on, he said life wasn't worth living so he was putting an end to it. I told him the windows were all open… he said yeah, he'd tried it with the windows closed, but the exhaust had smelled bad, so he opened them so his dying moments wouldn't stink. I figured that obviously he would never successfully kill himself like that. I told him that he was, however, wasting gas and putting off unnecessary air pollution for those of us left behind to deal with… so he should turn off the engine while waiting to die. He said I had a good point, no reason to ruin the environment for those of us left behind, so he turned the engine off. He leaned back in the driver's seat and continued waiting for his suicide attempt to work. I didn't bother telling him his attempt at killing himself was destined to be an epic fail.

I went into the house and looked for my waterbed, I found it was still filled with water. The asshole who had stabbed it was putting one final piece of duct tape on the mattress, which was practically entirely covered with duct tape. It looked like the entire mattress was made from duct tape. The guy looked at me and said my mattress was as good as new, so he wouldn't have to pay for my new one. I told him I didn't think that would hold, but if it did, then I would agree to that. He seemed happy and drank down a beer in one gulp, following it up with a loud burp. I didn't really want to hang out with these people right now, so I went to leave the house again. The guy who had been killing himself met me at the door and said he had decided against suicide. He said it just takes too long, and it's so damn boring! That completed his epic fail at committing suicide. I just shook my head as I walked out the door and woke up.

07.09.2010

Meeting Mosh at the Moon! Possible dream Share. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well, finally I'm getting back in shape. Three dreams yesterday (one lucid) and seven dreams today (five fragments, one long dream and one lucid) I am going late tonight to bed, so this night won't be as awesome I think!

Seventh:

I was at the Artifex store playing and looking for cards. The store was very packed and I wanted to take a look over the dollar bin rare cards. Jim (the owner) told me to grab the cards and find a seat where I could. He trusted me and he knew I was going to steal nothing.

I sat in a corner and started to look for cards. I saw two foil promo Damnation. I was surprised because each one was worth $30. I felt tempted to sneak them in the pile of cards, but I felt bad. I was going to tell Jim to place them were they belong and hopefully, to get a better price on one of them.







I browsed for more cards and walked towards the counter. I realized I had a huge pile of cards and it was going to be a lot of money. I reviewed the pile and I found several crappy penny cards. I was wondering why I did grab those. I sat in another table. I saw a few students from junior school doing some homework. I was now with Earl, a friend. I told him about the damnation and the crappy cards that got into my hand. I could not find the damnations in the pile. I found several odd cards, some of them, were worth around $400. I was super confused about how come those cards got there. I looked at the cards once more, and I found some of the most expensive cards from the entire collection. I got mad and did a RC.

I had one of my fingers smaller that usual and realized I was dreaming. I woke up and said, "I love playing cards, but not in my lucids. Bye." I kissed my wife and left.

The store lead to a country instead to its regular parking lot. The dream was very blurry and not stable. I decided to fly as usual to make it stable. I only could see a little bit of bright light, so I kept flying. I did not want to focus on the light as I was afraid I could wake up. After a while, the imaginary was back. It was night and I saw the moon. I decided to fly to it.

For some reason, I had a little difficulty flying. My dream was not a 100% clear so I decided to slow down. I saw a wall and I decided to jump to it to get closer to the moon. I did and I saw another wall. I did this four times and I saw the moon bigger, but not more walls. The dream quality was perfect now so I planned to fly. My wife spawned from no where and wanted to go to the moon. I told her to just fly, but she was not able.

I saw coming from my right a giant metallic platform. I knew it would take us to the Moon. I jumped into the platform and helped my wife to climb it. We gained speed and height until the dream turned black. I still felt myself in the dream but I could not see a thing. It was darkness from space but I saw no stars. I told my wife to keep focused in the dream, to move her eyes to keep REM active and to be in the dream. I moved my head fast to the left and the right maintaining my eyes wide open. After a while, darkness vanished and I saw a bright sunlight. My wife was asleep, but I could wake her up. She started to act dumb, but she started to be herself again after a while.

I was now in the moon and I saw several DC. I could see half earth:







I was happy and I approached a few DC. I told my wife I was going to look for someone. I asked the DCs, "Do you guys know were WakingNomad is?" They told me he was not at the moon today. I cursed and asked, "How about MoSh from Dreamviews?" They all moved away and pointed at him.

Mosh wore a gray t-shirt and told me, "Hey Percy! Welcome to the Moon!" I told him about WakingNomad and he told me he was not there today.

I looked at the "sky" of the moon and I saw once more the Earth and the Sun. The sun looked different, more like fire and lava (space view) I though it could be fun to fly now to the Sun. I wondered how it could feel. The dream vanished and I woke up.

Missed dream signs:
- None.

Spotted dream signs:
- The funny situation with the cards.

Reality Check Performed:
- Hand check (failed. turned lucid)

07.09.2010

After the damnation. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well, finally I'm getting back in shape. Three dreams yesterday (one lucid) and seven dreams today (five fragments, one long dream and one lucid) I am going late tonight to bed, so this night won't be as awesome I think!

Sixth:

Most humans were wiped out due a catastrophe. I was almost alone, however, my dad (jerk dad) and his wife survived. We had two dogs who also survived and they were my friends. These were big rotwailler dogs and my jerk dad feared them.

My dad wanted to start something to become the leader of the world. I had a Manchego cheese but my dad took it from my hands. That cheese was going to help him archive his goal. My jerk dad's wife told me that I had to take more care of my self. She told me, "Microsoft word and excel is working fine. I need you to program PowerPoint and launch it." I felt bad because my jerk dad was going to take it all.

They went to see the TV and I started to write code in the computer. I could hear an ad from Toys R Us at the TV and I found that odd.
I logged in my account from Ikariam as a player (not as a Super Operator) to see what and who got destroyed there.

I was bugged because my jerk dad was going to be the richest guy in the world. I was now outside with the dogs. They were on guard and they attacked each one who tried to harm me. I felt happy with my dogs and I wondered how the years to come would be.

Missed dream signs:
- The humanity was almost entirely obliterated.
- I was with my jerk dad (I do not see him in waking)
- I had TWO dogs (pair is a major dream sign)


What I would have done if lucid:
- Ask questions to my jerk dad and to the dogs.

I was in hell, and I had a team of cooks with me. We were in the kitchen ("hell's kitchen" is a recurring theme for me) and all my cooks were busy. The place was pristine, everything was in its place, all surfaces were clean, all was well...

...until Satan came in. He was extremely upset. He had hooves and horns, but all features beyond his silhouette were indistinguishable: he seemed to be completely made of molten lava. He stormed through the kitchen with such blazing heat that the surfaces melted, and in his wrath he destroyed my cooks, one by one.

I stood near a counter, shocked and stunned. Such raw power, such extreme violence, such anger... and I was powerless to appease or defend. He took his time destroying the kitchen and my staff, and I had the feeling that I was an observer of the situation, until he stomped towards me, curses coming from his lava mouth. I laid down on the floor in complete submission and humility, because I felt any form of defiance would have been ludicrous. His crotch began to glow bright yellow, then white hot, and he urinated right over my prone form. The bright hot lava stream splashed near my body but I wasn't touched.

When he finished he stalked away, still hot, still glowing, still angry, still frighteningly powerful. I woke up with the lingering feelings of fear accompanied by an adrenaline rush and a small bit of relief. The rest of the dream faded in the face of this event.

Good nights beget good nights, maybe? This is my 51st entry into this DJ and I can say, proudly, that I've had over 100+ dreams recalled since starting it up. That's pretty wild. No LDs yet--not liking that ratio :/. My wife is leaving for a vacation with her family for a week so I'll have the bed to myself. I'm going to go all out in trying different techniques I normally wouldn't be able to try, then. Til then here were my dreams from last night.

I'm at some sort of rest stop and I seem to be staking out some guy. I'm in the bathroom and I see his clothing hanging on the knob. He has a pair or black pants and a fell phone inside of them. As I'm in there the phone loudly goes off with a rock n roll ring tone.

Now we are in the parking lot to some business. It looks kind of like the shogun lot. An Asian man comes out of the building being tailed by police and reporters and me as well. The Asian man, Randy, had just used his inside information to lock away someone I believe is innocent. So I catch up with the man in the lot and demand to know how he came to his conclusion. In a broken American accent he tells menus refuses to answer.

We reach his car and at this point I get angry and throw the man against if and get in his face. He finally tells me what I need to know and then two men, who had been hiding in a car and watching Randy, open fire on the two of us. I sprint off and Randy tries to as well. The men get out of the car and mutter something about how they can't believe be thought they'd let him live. As Randy is almost free he gets hit in the hand and in the back. I wake up.

I'm watching this guy as he's pulled over. He has a beard and glasses. He's on the phone with his lawyer and in the background i see people going through his car. He tells his lawyer that the people that pulled him over found out that his new song has stolen rhythms in it. The lawyer is telling the guy angrily to cooperate in anyway possible.

I'm talking to Phil about his curfew when he lived with his friends and how he had to be home by 10 if he expected any phone calls. We also talk about this other song that I had been working on prior.

Me, a friend and his drug dealer are in a small, Las Vegas type town. We head to the dealer's place, which is a one floor building with a tower with neon signs on it. As we head up the tower, it feels a bit creepy and it has a green hue from the neon lights outside. We use a ladder to go up, passing by a bunch of circular rooms. I see smoke swirls and get worried that I will get high if I breathe them in, only because it is late.
We are then at a movie theatre in a white room that looks sort of like a small unviversity classroom. There is a door beside the screen that leads to the small office that controls the movies. We pick up the person who is running the movies and leave. On our way out I think about how the people will be pissed when the movie ends and no more are playing because the operator is with us.

I had a few dream fragments I remembered that were vivid, but I could remember hardly anything from them.
One takes place in a Galaxy movie theatre that seems more like a huge indoor amusement park. The other is a birds eye view off my old elementary school, where the portable classrooms used to be.

All in all not a very good night for dream recall, wish I could have remembered a lot more, but I will make up for it when I post the ones I had the past two nights. They were pretty damn epic.