non-lucid

I sadly do not remember much of my dream, I do remember that it was from the perspective of two people at the same time, which was very strange, and that both were in some kind of desolate place along with some other people. All of us had gas masks on and were preparing for some kind of assault by piling up bricks and other debris. I/We (The two people I was seeing through) turn around and suddenly we now have a small abandoned house, now surrounded with a low wall of debris. We take cover inside and board the door shut. The group realizes too late that one of the pair I was seeing through is still outside and my vision switches to just that person. Suffice to say I woke up rather quickly when a group of mutated animals started tearing me apart.

Notes: Once again, I believe I was influenced by the game S.T.A.L.K.E.R.

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

I was in the car with my father; he was driving and I was in the front seat. It was a black infinity, even though we have a white one in real life, with a black leather interior and polished cherry wood accents. We were traveling along some city street with small, decrepit buildings on both sides, the kind of buildings that would host pawn shops and second-hand stores.

I was playing a game on a hand-held system that looked like an original teal gameboy color. However, the screen was twice as big, as was the console itself. There was a pokemon game on the screen; it was three-dimensional and you controlled one pokemon. There was a mountainous layout like that of the Sims games, except with much more details and crisper graphics. The whole mountain was a bowl shape, with all the pokemon in the bowl part, along with other small hills and rocks. There were many other pokemon running around, flying around, and digging in the ground. It was sort of like mission impossible, as it was every pokemon for themselves, and they had to defeat all the others before they defeated them.

I was a flygon in the game, and I was pressing buttons that were labeled "fly" on the console. The flygon would dive down and attack a pokemon underneath it, then come back up again into the air.

The dream changed, and now I was a part of the game. I was on a small rocky hill covered with snow, looking for powerups. I saw things covered up in the snow, little coin-shaped light green circles with plus signs on them, and when I got near them, I'd absorb them and I'd hear a beep. I had no idea what they did, but they were obviously good for something.

Then, I saw a large purple sticky hand in the snow. The hand was visible, but snow covered up the long part, and it disappeared onto a small hill. I picked up the hand portion and ran up the hill, to see an upside down u-shaped piece of rock, with the end part of the purple sticky hand tied up in it. There were two children, probably seven or eight, wearing heavy parkas with fur. They looked at me and said, "this is ours, get your own". I told them, "I'm already touching part of it, so it's mine".

One of them walked up to me, puffing out her chest, and said, "no!" I leaned towards her and said, "if you want to fight me for it, fine, but I'll win." She punched me but I didn't feel anything because she was wearing thick mittens. I laughed and said, "bye", waving as I did. The two backed off and went away.

I spent quite a while trying to unravel the sticky hand.

I was standing on the edge of a sidewalk that was next to a railroad in the city. I was with my boyfriend. We were both Chinese. We were cuddling and talking, until he becomes quiet.

"Did you see that?" He asks.

"What? Where?"

"That man...I've never seen anything like it." He points across from us into an old, dark shed. I can just barely make out the image of a man putting on white costume makeup. He was very pale.

"Freaky."

He leaves, and I go home. Everything red around me starts to resemble a clown, like the one from It. I start running home, and dart upstairs to my room. I turn on the computer, some dolls still resembling that messed up clown. I try to keep my eyes from looking in the reflection of the computer screen because I'm afraid I might see something I don't want to.

I try to log into IRC but the computer freezes slightly and no seems to be responding in the channel. I google my condition and it seems that I am not alone. Other people have been attacked by this clown and then they are slowly killed off.

I'm teleported somewhere else now...Maybe these people can help me? I look around. I'm in a giant church...But this looks nothing like any of the modern religions. The ceilings are high and gray and the lights are dimmed. People are chanting in tongues and a man, who resembles Dumbledore, is leading them.

I take a seat on the western side of the 'church' near the front. In front of me are tall, metal torches that are unlit. A caretaker in rags slithers up next to them. It is explained to the procession that if the caretaker does not truly believe in their cult religion, that he who lit the flames would catch fire.

I watched as the man lit the torches. A different colored flame sprouted in each one. When the man was finished lighting the torches he turned back to the head speaker. The flame started at the bottoms of his robe and worked their way up until they engulfed him. The head speaker made a halt sign with his hands and the flames stopped. The head speaker explained that because of the caretaker's doubt in their religion, that he would be sentenced to a life without a left eye.

I was back now in my house. Who were those freaky people?? I decided to go wash up in the bathroom. I couldn't let a man with a little make up freak me out, I'm tougher than that!

I heard a banging on the door, and jumped a little.

"I just wanted to say good night to you," My mother in the dream said. She was also Chinese.

"Thanks mom."

"What is this on your back?" She turns me around so that my back is facing the mirror. In the reflection I can see that I have a vividly shaped scar of a dragon going down my back! On either side are scars of traditional Chinese houses. WTF

Mom tells me that I'll be sleeping in my aunt's room tonight. How could I ever get to sleep?

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was so exhausted yesterday that I knew I would not do much dream recall this night. I actually woke up in the middle of the night, with dreams floating in my mind, but I just couldn’t care less and turned to the other side to go back to sleep. In the morning I was feeling a bit more refreshed and wrote down a few, especially because they were one of a kind.


22:30 GMT - Sleep

1 wake up, recorded no dreams


5:00 GMT – 2nd wake up

Dentist waiting room and cinema
I’m with my mother on the waiting room of a doctor’s office (I think the dentist) and for some reason to have an appointment we need to have a key (?). My memory fails me a bit on this part, but I think for some reason they didn’t want to give us a key – maybe the key was the equivalent of making an appointment, maybe they didn’t want to give us one, because they had the agenda full? Anyway, I think my mother got to steal two keys without them noticing and we just left all happy with the achievement. Then she invites me to go somewhere, like the cinema, which I think is a great idea, but I am worried that my light summer clothes will be uncomfortable when we leave the cinema to the cold night.

Performative arts camp
I enter a bus full of youngsters. We are on a trip to somewhere. I don’t know anybody. They are clearly from different countries and nationalities but not one looks welcoming to me. I look for an empty seat and I found one by the aisle by the side of two other girls (there’s 3 seats on each side of the corridor, like in an airplane). The chair in front is reclined and I have very little space to fit. I have a black backpack in my lap and it’s really cool because it has a flexible screen on it, showing continuously the Matrix code animation. That seems to attract some attention, but still, nobody gets friendly with me.
We all get out at some kind of camp and soon I realise it’s like an artistic camp. We have an auditorium and some kids are rehearsing a play, others sing and I just wonder what am I doing there, since I have no artistic talent. But I see other youngsters also looking a bit lost, so I chill, thinking I should not worry and should just watch and go with the flow.
Then a girl makes a dramatic entrance in the auditorium. It’s C.L., a friend from my childhood and my neighbour for many years. She was always a drama queen, so this suits her. She is wearing a very theatrical dress, like a wedding gown but with splashes of colour. She is singing and heads to the stage where she makes some theatrical show.

James Bond emotional
Then I have a strange dream that I am watching a James Bond movie (but the movie is like floating in the air, because there’s no TV). By my side is my dad sleeping – he always falls asleep watching movies. But in this James Bond instead of the action, sex and espionage, Bond is having a candid conversation with his father and it all gets very emotional. The even weirdest part is that meanwhile my father has awaken and is crying because of the movie. I feel doubly eerie with so much strangeness and this leads me to awake. I wake up in my bed and someone is by my side. But instead of my boyfriend it is still my father that is sleeping there. What? I take some time before I understand I’m still dreaming, then I really wake up (I hope).


6:30 GMT – 3rd waking

Toilet drama (again) and a fake enlightenment
I woke up, wrote down my dreams and apparently I’m still awake and I go to the toilet before going back to sleep. The toilet is totally different from the toilet in my (real) home, but I don’t notice that at all. I feel totally comfortable with this version of it, as if I have used it my entire life. I just notice after using it that the flushing is not working. I check the cistern and it’s dripping water. I try to discharge at least some water but it really isn’t working, so I try to take the cistern cap to check the mechanism and eventually fix it (did it many times), but the thing is seriously jammed and I stupidly put my foot on the toilet seat to push and I end up with my foot inside the toilet, with the water, urine and mushy toilet paper all around my foot. Yuck!!!
I am disgusted and I think to myself – “My god, the shit that happens in my dreams is starting to happen in RL!”
[Usually in my dreams I get lucid because I simply know that I’m having a dream - no need for dream signs or reality checks, it just happens. This time I had no idea I was having a dream. I was totally, absolutely convinced this was real.]
So then I thought “It’s a good opportunity to practice reality checking. This way in my dreams I will remember to do it every time I’m on a toilet again facing yucky situations like this, as it recurrently happens.”
So I decided to put my hand on the wall trying to go through it and I was absolutely amazed when my hand started to sink on the dissolving wall. I couldn’t believe it! It never actually occurred to me “After all, this is just a dream!” No! Instead I believed that I was actually manipulating real matter like in dreams – I was convinced I had had a little enlightenment! It felt awesome! It felt amazing! It felt... Ohhhh, now my face is also sinking in the wall! And all of a sudden I open my eyes and it’s just my hand and face sinking into the pillow... Oh, crap! What a disappointment... I really don't know if I should classify this as a lucid dream. It was more of a wrong-reality entrenchment, so I'll call it a reverse-lucid, but it had all the characteristics of a lucid dream. I was fully aware and conscious, I simply mistook that reality for this reality. Freaky.

Warm snow
I just had one more quick dream. It was early dawn, it was summer and I am at home. My father is staying there to. We both wake up because something strange is happening outside. I go to the window and I see snow falling and coming through the window. There are a few people on the street also amazed at it. Everybody is in summer clothes, it feels warm and even the snow is just at ambient temperature. How can that be? I just have a quick thought that even climate change cannot cause warm snow in summer and that there must be more to it, something more bizarre. I start having a bit of lucidity and that's when I wake up again.


7:30 GMT – Wake up

So I got back into doing the WBTB function and my recall was much better. I remember three different dreams. The final one I had during a fifteen minute nap which is pretty wild, honestly.

For some reason I own some house that an old acquaintance, Zeb, used to own or live in. It seems fairly run down but in the basement there is a large collection of band promotional stuff. I'm talking: posters, albums, stickers, shirts, and whatever else you can think of. Somewhere down the line I invite him and a few friends over to my new place and I tell him about the stuff I found down there. He looks at me, very seriously, and tells me not to sell any of it or make any sort of money off of it. I tell him he can have it all back and that, at most, I had just been giving it out for free.

This is just a fragment.I remember seeing some sort of promotion for an album that my buddy Tom is a part of. It's getting rave reviews.

I'm in a dark and gothic looking version of New York City. I work at a grocery store and I look like a younger Brad Pitt. For some reason an epic chase scene starts up and I'm suddenly on top of a moving van fighting for my life to get something or take something from somebody. The car I'm clinging to is swinging this way and that until finally some other person, an older man whom I know somehow, drives along side me and starts bumping me and demanding what I've got/am trying to get. I fight him but eventually he causes an accident and I am thrown from the car. I flash forward to the next morning working at the grocery store. I'm sitting down slumped against a wall when this beautiful woman comes in. She's white with long brown hair and dark eyes. She comes over to me and we begin talking. I don't really know what we talk about until finally I say: "You don't know what it's like. I have no ambition. I'm going with you."

And now we're outside of some large castle looking place and we're talking in a hushed whisper. She says the place belongs to her father, Tsuonga. We walk down these concrete steps that are overgrown by dead trees and arrive in front of a large black and brown polished door. For some reason I can suddenly see a glowing yellow receptacle similar to the one seen while playing Oblivion. I make a little joke about it and she nervously laughs. And then the door swings open. We slowly walk in and as we do I warn her that sometimes, in Oblivion, you can get invited into a room and then attacked for no reason. So she needs to be careful.

We're in this building now and everything about it is gigantic. The ceiling is arched and appears infinitely high. There seems to be several different levels all displayed above us, sort of like a mall, and everything reeks of opulence. But everything is still very dark. So we crouch and start to slowly make our way forward. She mutters something in my ear about keeping a lookout for her dad and I nod and we continue. And then suddenly we hear him jogging down the stairs and to the bottom where we are at. He looks odd though. Like a mix between the Mars Attack Aliens (without the helmet) and the Green Goblin and his movements remind me of an NPC in any RPG you've ever played. One minute he's far away and the next, like framerates skipping, he's mere feet away. He jerks towards us and then back up the stairs. My heart is hammering and I motion for her to slowly move forward. So we do. And then suddenly he's descending upon us and obviously furious. We start to fight back but he's absurdly strong. For some reason I try to use some form of magical lightning but my power is low and I'm unable to hold him with it. I run up a set of stairs as and grab him from behind as he closes his arms around some person that is suddenly there. It appears to be a girl. I scream to the girl that I arrived here with and tell her that I'm going to pull his face away from the woman, as he is gnawing on her neck, and that she needs to be ready to shoot power into him even if he is her father. She says OK.

So I grab hold of his chin and grimace as I feel the wetness of the open wound and his saliva and I pull my hardest to get him away from the womans neck. He's biting furiously like a zombie and I'm struggling to even keep him still. And then I wake up.

I really am. I forgot the paper with the dreams from... Tuesday? again. And I'm leaving tomorrow for the Mackinac City-ish area and won't be back until Monday. Anyways, I'll put what I remember of last night's dreams.

~I was walking around a mall with someone else, and Hayley Williams from Paramore was sitting in a big chair in the center of the place. I just kept walking around. Nothing happened.

~No idea where I was in this one--there was some brick building that might've been a school, and then a bunch of grassy areas. Someone was mowing the grass and I was holding a really cool looking pen. It had an elaborate clicker-thing and the middle where all the ink is was encased in a kind of long oval of glass with white roses and stars painted on it.

I refuse to accept that my roll is over. It just...took a break. I mean even pros dont have DILDs every night. Everyone is unlucky at times. The question is: Did I just get unlucky, or was I just very lucky before? The answer is probably the later, but I dont care. The break is over and its time to get back on track here. The only thing I dont like is since I regained confidence in DILD my attraction to DEILD dropped dramatically. Enough so that I completely forget about it when I wake up. Which is bad. Anyway, my dreams for today:

They all turn around a single plotline in which I conduct a social war over a group of bullies at my school. They didnt bully me at school but I just hate them since any bully I hate. In an entire new school I try to make as much friends as possible. Some are girls and some are guys. In Dream 1, I assemble my team while confronting the dudes.
Dream 2 a woman is singing a Christmas song to which we sing along. We can see the two distinct groups sitting in a big circle, mine being much bigger.
Dream 3 is one where I trick people in a dépanneur with a little yellow paper. When you hit the shelves the paper goes down one level. Im not sure where the trick is there, but the man is very pissed off. I run away outside which is conviniently the school yard.

Well tried telling my self that I was going to wake up in my dream that didn't work. Looked at my hands extensively repeating "I will notice my hands in my dream". Going to study up on some of these threads, looks like I got a lot to learn.

Clarity: 6/10
Lucidity: 1/10
Control: 1/10

Woke at 6:40AM.

For some reason, I am in prison with two friends (A&B). There are books everywhere and I intend on doing a lot of reading, however we need to get ready for an event that night. Everyone is in the bathroom showering and getting ready. It is a co-ed bathroom/shower, so you must leave your clothes one while showering, which is what everyone was doing. To be honest, this is the way I prefer it because the place is filthy.

It is a Sunday. The event was canceled on Friday and moved to Sunday, yet we still don't know what it is. On the way there, we see a lot of Garfield books laying around, which friend A goes nuts over. When we finally get there, it turns out that the jail is taking all of the inmates to see a women's MMA championship. The incumbent champion is wearing purple leopard-print spandex.

...something happens, and I am outside with a bunch of other male inmates. We are doing military training exercises and team-building exercises. Despite the fact that the sergeant never demanded it, one of the inmates decides we all need to go on an impromptu run. During this run, two of us break away from the pack (we'll call him C) because there is a girl-fight, and during this fight one of the girls loses her pet kitten. C picks up her kitten and throws it to me like a football, with a string attached. He then proceeds to beg me not to turn it into any more than 50 kittens, because we are only allowed to keep 50 kittens per person in prison.

In an attempt to turn the kitten into 150 kittens, I throw it at the girl who owns it, and unfortunately miss. C still has the other end of the string in his hand, so he pulls the kitten to him.

At this point I woke up, and was very confused...

Another fragment/short sequence this morning.

I was with my family again and we'd just arrived at a restaurant for dinner. As we got out of our vehicle we notice we'd parked next to a really cool looking pickup truck that was painted all in gold. There was a post in the bed of the pickup on which was mounted a video camera, so I figured whomever owned it was using it to shoot movies. As we walked around it, the coolness was ruined slightly by the realization that it was only painted on that one side. We went into the restaurant; there was a line of people going up to the cash register at the front where we were to order, evidently. It seemed to be some sort of continental restaurant that specialized in seafood, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to get. There was some sort of bound ghost towards the front of the line that was trying to get my attention; it appeared as a woman with long, bright blond hair and pale skin, wearing a white robe. She was blindfolded and bound by several brown leather straps. I went over to try to figure out what she was trying to tell me, but I couldn't understand or make out what she was trying to say. I noticed there was a computer in the corner then I noticed some people whom I identified as friends outside the restaurant, so I went to see what they were up to. I talked to them for a while and then we went into the restaurant. I remember recalling that the layout of the entrance had changed some (and now I recall my family was no longer there, it seems as though I had gone to the restaurant with these friends now). We were still in line trying to decide what to get when someone told me that someone was sending me instant messages on the computer in the corner. I sat down to see what was going on, some girl (a nurse maybe?) was frantically complaining about how my mom had left the hospital (she's worked there for years in real life) and was sending other weird-looking messages. I was confused and trying to figure out why she was so upset. Dream ends around there at some point.

Again, parts of this dream were likely heavily inspired by last night, when my wife and I discovered there was a Golden Corral here and went to check it out. For the record, it was alright (not top tier) and had a pretty decent selection. Might be worth a return trip in the future. Wasn't a fan of the ambient country music though.

Edit: Additional notes, it feels as though I'm in a bit of a dry spell, though I'll admit it could be worse; I am still able to get at least some material for entries still. This certain relative timing of this morning's entry (i.e. Morning of X) comes from the fact that my wife's earlier alarm this morning woke me up earlier than usual without any dreams to record, though fortunately I was able to get a little bit more sleep and experience the above. I believe in my enthusiasm earlier this week following last weekend's first lucid dream I may have been trying to run before I could walk, so I'm returning my effort to push forward to instead focus on solidifying the basics. Meanwhile, I've been at least trying to ramp up efforts to pepper in reality checks throughout the day. We'll try to remain optimistic.

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27.08.2010

This Church is Flammable. Your Argument Is Invalid. (Non-lucid)

★☆☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

My wife attempted to convince me, in front of a church, why I should go to Mass by reading off a pamphlet she just picked up which offered counter-points to "The Top 10 Reasons to Not Go to Church"; a counter argument to "wasting an hour of my life each week, performing bizarre cannibalistic rituals, in order to gain the affections of a bearded man in the sky" was not listed in the booklet.

So, last night, I had a lucid dream, my second since joining this site. It was somewhat similar to the first one, in that after (or possibly before) a failed WILD attempt. This of course meant that my mind was more than usual on dreaming, and so at some point in one dream I became lucid. After a couple of minutes, lucidity faded, and I don't remember any more of the dream. As for the part when I was actually dreaming... well, that's kind of personal. Sorry. I'll relate a recent non-lucid dream I had, to make up for it.

The dream begins, and I am playing some sort of role-playing game in the house of someone I don't know. The scene shifts to be 'inside' the game, with me being my character. We are all in a big house on the side of a river, near some think woods/jungle. Everyone has their own small room, and I awaken in mine. I know that there's some danger (though the dream is not a nightmare) so I quickly get up and run out of the house, swim across the river, and enter the jungle. For what seems like hours, I wander through the woods, until I'm sure I've escaped. I then come upon a city, in which I hide for a while. A little later, I become curious and head back through the jungle, more sure of my path this time. I can still see the danger from across the river, so I run back away and don't return.

holy shit. that was crazy. i cannot believe it worked. i was lucid at the begining, and only semi lucid in the middle, non-lucid at the end. recall isn't great

i woke up maybe around 1230 or so but didn't look at the clock. i decided to try wild and just layed down and thought "I am going to remember I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming, im dreamng im dreaming" and day dreaming. It got foggy a few times but i was able to stay awake and then i started to hear one of the dogs in the kitchen but tried not to focus on it. it made me scared for some reason but i held on. then i started to tingle all over. it lasted maybe 15-30 seconds and i remembered this is part of it and got excited...i couldn't control my breathing and was starting to think i was snapping out of it. i didn't know it was a good sign, but my eyes started to move all over...it scared me and i woke up....i think it may have been a false awakening though.

jeremy rolled over after a few minutes and i aske dif he was awake. he was so i told him how close i was. he patted me and rolled over. i got the laptop out and read about WILD.

I decided to try again. this time focusing on lying still and counting 1 im dreaming 2 im dreamking...etc. i got frustrated a few times when jeremy would roll over and touch me or the dogs would get loud(they make more noise at night than i thought) and eventually got up to go to the bathroom. i was frightened then for some reason but tried to ignore that.

I finally settled in and faded out a few times. finally, i could feel myself falling out of bed. i wanted to catch myself, but knew this could be it. i could hear jeremy trying to wake me up, telling me i was falling! i don't catch myself but i end up straight in bed 2 or 3 times and start the falling over(false awakenings?) finally, i fall so much that i know i MUST be on the floor. i feel around and i am in bed. i figure i must be dreaming but feel really silly. its too real, nothing is wrong. but then i look at my hand and it's funny...i don't remember what's wrong with them now though.

i know i am alseep, and try not to laugh too much. i turn to jeremy and say holy shit, this is so funny. he wont wake up...he mummbles and bats my hands away. I still don't quite believe it and am having trouble functioning. eventually i go to the bathroom and look at my hands again...there are 6 fingers, then 4, then 2 sets of 2 fingers on my right hand are stuck together at the base and flare out at the top...i KNOW i am dreaming. I decide to try to get to Marc. i put my hand to the mirror and push. sure enough, i go through. i end up in darkness, but i know i am in the bedroom, on top of a table with a black table cloth covering it. i count my moves forward so i can get out of the darkness if i need to. i go around the table/blackness finding nothing...so i go back. i exit in the bedroom. there is an old volkswagon van and marc is there. i don't think he says much to me. his hair is long and he is sitting in the van as if he is at a drive through watching something in front of him.

i remember worrying about waking jeremy up. i try to call out with him from my own body and even try waking up...i am scared for a minute.

i think i have a false awakening too...jeremy is shaking me telling me to wake up, i am half on the bed, with a goofy smile on my face and drooling.

still in the bedroom-cats, 1 with mange at least 3 of them, 1 older mostly black, 2 kittens black and white. jeremy is there, i tell him they are cute and grab for one of the kittens and cuddle it while it tries to squirm away from me. it has bad mange and a few sores on its back that i look at closely, then i put it down.

now in the livingroom and dining room-mister fighting adalie, not in a playful way lola is also there. they are following me around the house. i am trying to get outside to try flying. i think i do it? and am somewhat unimpressed with flying.

lucidity starts getting choppy...but this part is very vivid still. running outside at night...near some sort of school or warehouse. poeple are sitting around watching something in the sky. fireworks? shooting stars? i don't know. the people around are making fun of me...i guess i was naked or did something imbaressing like peed in front of them? i grabbed a plate thing...was very pretty and sparkly. greens, blacks and blue. was my sister's work, matched a pitcher. the man bought it but i wanted it. i dropped it as he chased me and the end broke so i told him he could havfe it. i flew over to the area where the craft show was to pay but don't think i got there.

marc came over to a hosue, not quite my house but close. i was home alone, there were clothes all over the place. he comes in and smiles, i look at him in amazement...wondering if its real marc or a dream character. he can see my amazment and says,"sorry for the old clothes, i wanted to come right over after ----something?---. . he asks if i wanna play borderlands or another game. his hair is super short and he is wearing a heather blue shit with bleach stains all over it. at this point i know it's not really marc *lucidity is almost gone i think*i try to tell him i don't want to play a game but i have a huge wad of gum in my mouth. i try to pull it all out but its all stuck and there's just tons of it.

there are 2 agents who go to an old womans house on a call. the old woman says that her son is keeping 2 kids in confinement. we/they go downstairs and find a chubby little boy and a little girl who is slightly older. i think they are hispanic or just have really dark hair. they are playing with baby toys and quickly turn around when we/they go downstairs. the room is carpetted and has a glass door leading to a yard, even though this is a basement. one of the walls is lined in mirrors but i don't look in the mirror(d'oh!) they dont recognize us and at first the girl yells "daddy! grandmas got us in confinment and..." and she trails off as she realizes we aren't her daddy. the female agent asks the kids if they have a phone number(presumably for their dad?) and they play a recording from a keyboard it goes "charlie, we have the alpha...something something...

i wake up

i will work on this journal when it's not 330 am on a work night. this was remarkable though...can't believe it! i feel very well rested, but know i need to go back to bed.

regular dreams: 8-26-10

I should have written these down sooner so I remembered more..

You Don't Deserve to Walk on Water

I was walking across a body of water, I think it was a lake, with a priest from my church. As we were walking on the water, the priest was reciting part of a mass, and at one point he started reciting the Apostle's Creed. In church, you are supposed to recite this along with the priest, so I remember saying along with him "On the third day he rose again.." but then realized I don't remember the whole thing(I've had this problem in church because I never pay attention but am now trying harder to focus and remember everything) and so I had to stop reciting it. The priest got really mad at me for not knowing the whole thing and told me to go away. I think he said that I was a bad catholic. This made me really sad, but I turned around and started walking back anyway. Then I was walking on a road and I saw my friend Allie walking and texting or talking on her phone with some of her friends. I wanted to tell her what had happened, and tell her how I thought the priest was crazy for getting so mad at me. I tried to talk to her, but she kept getting distracted by her phone or other people. I felt like no one would listen to me and got really upset.



Dark World

This whole dream was in a really dark and depressing setting. It was in an old run-down city with demolished buildings and fog, really creepy-like. I don't remember that much that went on in the dream, but I know that it was a really long dream and the setting was really vivid. I remember walking around and exploring for a bit. I saw a little boy laying on the street covered in blood. He was dying. There were about 5 or so people surrounding him and some woman with dark hair kneeling over him. I don't know if I was the girl with the dark hair or if I was just watching her, I seemed to be trading places with her. I don't remember what happened to the boy. Then the girl with black hair started wondering the dark city looking for a body? or a different skin? because she needed to hide her identity.. I wish I remembered more details because even though this dream was really depressing, I actually enjoyed it.

I'm baaack.

Originally Posted by #1. First Appearances

It's dark, and I'm surrounded by beautiful, frightening living statues made of shadow... twisted, slender, lethal. I want to remember them when I wake up, because they're mine.

08/26/10



The Monster of the Week gets in over its head.

This dream takes place in my old apartment building in Ixburg. The suite is a floor down from where I actually used to live, and it's been refitted with giant windows. It has a balcony with a fire exit, and the place is spacious and airy. Which is fortunate, because I live there with a group of people, and we're all sleeping together.

I'm alone in the bedroom when I see it. A presence has been on the edges of my consciousness for a while now, and it finally coalesces into a physical form. It's a black statue, shiny and carved out of something like obsidian or onyx. It's vaguely humanoid, but it's a simplified form. It has a somewhat bulbous head, but the rest of it is sleek, almost liquid.

Time speeds up, and I watch life continue in fast-forward. The other people in the apartment don't notice the statue at all. I have the feeling that it's been there for some time, and the fact that I can see it now means nothing good.

Ignoring the others going about their day, I stand up from the bed and walk over to the statue. It's immobile, but I can feel a dark presence.

It's moving. The statue bends an arm back, quick as lightening, and stabs forward. My mouth falls open in an involuntary gasp, and I see myself being impaled on the thing's arm, its hand reaching out through my lower back. I come to the sudden, horrible realization that I'm a sacrifice, and the only person who lives here that meets the requirements. Golden white light streams into my vision, claiming everything, and I feel myself fall back, completely detached from my physical form.

It's like being in the blue-white light from previous dreams, but this feels more like home, more a part of myself. I'm searching for something, cataloguing information that my conscious mind can't comprehend. And I feel it.

The "statue" exists before me as an infinitesimal dark speck, a mote of dust. The thing before me, the spirit inside the statue, I reach out - no, I don't even have to reach out. Just by existing in this state, I snuff out its tiny little black soul.

The light falls away, and I'm left standing in the apartment, completely intact. The dark presence is gone, and I allow myself a glimmer of satisfaction.

There's a reason they call me the Lightbringer.

Mugging the Monster. Scare Factor: 2.