non-lucid

Dream 1: I was in a city that was on a hill. I walked out of a house and I was on my way to see my old room mate Dan. But all I remember was going into another house and meeting his half brother Trevor. It was a long dream but i can't remember all the details.

Dream 2: I was in a chinese store and was looking around. I went to a desk and said something. But the one man started accusing me of being racist. I spent a few minutes explaining what i had said. and That i meant no harm. I apologised and kept on this way until the people in the store calmed down. I went to leave but a display of chinese swords caught my eye. I was thinking "Isn't it a chinese proverb that a customer is always right" (i have no idea if that's a chinese proverb lol, but it made sense in the dream). Anyway I looked at a wooden kendo like sword. It caught my eye and was only $40. i was pondering buying it.

dream 3: I was walking on a suburb street. I was on my way to meet a man with silvery hair and a round face (lonewolf?). I came by the house where he was supposed to live, but there was a couple of dogs at the house just before the one i was supposed to go to.. They noticed me and began to growl. one barred it's teeth so I crossed the street. I heard them growling behind me and dared not to look back. I came to the street corner and the meaner dog was in front of me. It leapt at me and bit right through my hand. It hurt so much that I yelled in pain. I Tried to yell "help me!" but my voice came out very weak and was barely heard by even me.

Sometime later i was walking down another street i was thinking "if only i had my own dog to protect me." I think this dream was saying i needed some sort of shield to meet the man.

Dream 4: I was in a corner store being run by East indian men. I remember the one man handing me my bag and i walked out. when I got out of the store i realised that i didn't have my bag with me. When i walked back in it was a different store and a different clerk. I saw my bag lying on the ground. "I'm dreaming!" i said to myself. I forgot my basic stabilization tasks like rubbing my hands and looking at them and other object systematically. But I remembered i was looking for C. I yelled out her name a few times, but as I was walking out the door, my vision went double and the dream vanished.

Dream 5: I was in that calgary house again, the one from my first dream. I was walking on a board over a stair case. but it was weak and fell. I narrowly escaped falling down. I then Told my dad we needed a proper plank over the stairwell.

Maze house: I spent a lot of time in a gigantic house. I walked throughout it several times. There was one room i would always walk by And i never went in Because i knew it belong to someone else. Anyway the whole place seemed like a maze. There was lots of people there. I felt a sudden urge to go to the other end of the house. I felt as if someone needed help or I needed to find something.

I turned down one hallway and two children walked up to me laughing. The hallway began to distort adn I fell into a corner of it. I wanted to get away but the two children kept dancing around me. It was as If they didn't want me to get to the destination i was hoping for. I blanked out.

The room: I was in the same house, or another one... And I walked by the room that belonged to someone. I walked by and accidentally saw my cousin and his gf having sex. I rushed into the kitchen and my cousin came out and said "sorry I didn't realise you'd be home early..." at least he could have kept the door closed!

Broken guitar: I was sitting in front of some music sheets. I picked up my guitar and noticed the headstock had broken from the neck. The strings were still intact and I seemed to get entangled in them.

Brains: I was in a hospital bed with a girl. I was holding onto ametal pipe that was sticking out of her head. I noticed the top of her skull was gone and the pipe was connected to her brain. I sat there moving the pipe from side to side. She seemed to enjoy it. I also noticed My skull was open too and a pipe was sticking out of my brain. She grabbed the pipe in my head and moved it around. It was a very strange feeling. I remember thinking: I must have such bad brain damage from this I don't even remember how I got here.

Wolf: I just got back from a coffee house "tim Hortons" to a school. It was night and I think my brother was with me. We were elaning against a roudn wall when i noticed a giant wolf prowling around. It seemed to notice i was there, but chose to ignore me. I was frightened that i went inside the school and walked around the gymnasium in darkness then went back outside.

Outside i looked and saw the wolf was still there.

Hands: I awoke in some bright room, My hands were so tingly it was bothering me. I managed to bring them to my face, but they were covered in some wire mesh. It was cutting off circulation to my hands. I panicked and flung my hands about.

Back to school: I went to some big college test. I sat in teh classroom area and everyone around me were jock adn very dumb like. I sat there for a few minutes just looking at everyone. I left To get a paper. When i returned to the classroom and Jock looked at me funny and slammed the door. I found a window i could crawl through. But when i went through I was in the lobby again. The place seemed empty and I still had a paper.

I wanted to find a teacher to give it to So i went through a door that led into a hallway. I ran into a man with glasses in a white jacket who had a kind of Doctor feel to him. I was going to ask him about my paper but he motioned me into a room that appeared to be his office.

I followed him in and he just sat at his computer, he seemed to be watching a conspiracy documentary. He then looked at me and said "Third shelf from the bottom" and pointed at a book case. I found the third shelf and a title seemed to jump out at me. It said "I'm still there"

I realised the title was implying that I was in two places at once. That while i was "here" in this dream, really i was somewhere else. I woke up then.

Dream1: I was back in my old town of chilliwack b.c. I was standing at a plaza near my old elementary school. I was in front of one of the video stores looking across the street to the safeway. I noticed a large screen on the safe way nad concluded: This must be a dream. I stood stationary focusing on the images of the screen. I tried to will myself throught the screen. It seemed to grow larger and i could see images of war going on. It reminded me of some of the war video games that are coming out now. For some reason i couldn't enter the screen. So instead i tried to fly towards it. My body felt so real that it seemed impossible to fly. It tried to enlarge the screen to overtake me once more but to no avail. I remembered i should look at my hands. My hands rose to my face and i saw that they were mine. I began looking at other objects in my periphials in a systematic fashion to try and stabalise the dream. The dream seemed to speed up, cars passed by by so fast that i was getting lost in their movement. I went back to my hands as a starting point and tried the same system again. Everything seemed to stabalise but then suddenly faded out.

Dream2: I was on a planet like ship. I was in a large hangar with some people i seemed to know. Somebody ran up to our group and started yelling "WE have to evacuate, We're caught in a gravity well of a large comet and we're going to collide with it in four hours." I said "I think we should start packing all essentials and leave immideately, Tammy Help me get this boat down." I climbed a ladder of a large crate and someone on the other side helped me take the canoes from off the top of the crate. After unloading certain things and packing for a while. our group decided to split up and collect our personal items and collect family members for escape.

I decided my personal belongings weren't worht the effort so i went to look for people instead. I left the hanger and went on to the more populated portion of the ship. It was a huge glass dome with a city underneath it maintained by a false atmosphere. The town again resembled Chilliwack B.C. I walked along the streets towards downtown. I looked up into the night and saw a glowing red and orange object that seemed far off. I knew this was the oncomming comet. I enetered some sort of office building and began to look for someone. I recognised a design on the door. I knew it was the same symbol Solsky has in his sig here on DV. I went into his office and couldn't find him. So i ran out into the street. I ran into a woman who seemed to be looking for Solskye. So i ran along the streets looking in cars. people had stopped their cars in their tracks and some seemed to be asleep at the wheel.

I saw Solskye asleep in his car. i was going to wake him. but i looked up for a moment. The reddish object was now 4 times larger than i had seen in perviously and concluded that a couple of hours had already passed since i last looked. I ran back to the hangar but no one was there. i suddenly ran into the other people who were helping me move stuff, and i said "Well is it time to leave yet? we're all gonna die if we don't move out now." We began moving to an escape ship and the dream ended.

Dream1: I spot wolf on a mountain, for a split second it reminds me of xox, but then the dream just fades.

Dream2: I'm in this huge construction complex made of concrete ceilings held up by loads of steel girders. In this dream i seem to be really tall, and that's not all in the next second I hear my name called I look and see this huge mecha man runnin at me. So I yank a steel girder out to protect me. But no avail, this thing comes at me as ruthless as a hard driven nail. I smack this guy again, and again over his metal head. This just makes him angry and he starts chasing me again. And then I kick out girders as I'm running along, then pick them up and throw them at him but before long He starts trippin over these things. So i pick up some concrete and smash it on head, 'cause i know if don't stop that I'll be dead

Anyway i start to run away,He just gets up and comes faster, now with an arm blaster. He Tears out whole sections of concrete and steel, And starts rollin them at me like they is just big wheels. One pins me up against a wall, then it seems like i can't get up at all. Pretty soon I think I'm dead. But i climb up just enough to see him smash me over the head.
(who says you can't rhyme and DJ at the same time)

Dream3: I forget the next dream but the notes read:

Robert R and Coastline? Oh yeah It was a vague dream i had he lived by the coastline.

Dream4: I'm At the library and when i walk through the door. I see this whole line of picture books and them some more. So I, pull them to what it is they about. And No doubt One of them reads: Moonbeam. I think "no way Gee, this really can't be" So I flip through the book and I see Moonbeams smilin face, While taking care of some guy who looks like he's losing the cancer race. At the last picture he's lying in a hospital bed and he looks half dead, His skin is shriveled and looks really emasculate. It makes me sick, 'cause i seen enough guys die from it. But in the picture moonbeam just smiles on, I think it really takes guts to face death with that face on

Dream5: K enough rappin of journal entries. this one took place in a mall I was walking And I ran into my Old roommate Sho. He had blonde streaks in his hair. he said "I'm here to get a cheque from your dad". We walk through some doors and into a foodcourt. I see my brother there. so me and sho ask him for money. but he has none Then sho says he has some coupons he can exchange for cash. So I begin helping him count them.

Dream6: I'm outside a mall with my brother and my childhood friend gary. It's dark and you can really see the moon out. Gary is in this gravel parking lot. He starts doing kung fu moves and throwing rocks. I begin to go through my form. I get interrupted by my brother He's complaining his back is broken. I see him trying to push a two ton truck down the street I think "well no wonder".

The dream switches to indide a train station. Me my bro And Gary are asking for this crime boss (I forget the name i'll call him Mr.x). We're sitting in this lobby, Being yelled at by some interrigator. Outside the door i see a Girl sitting with her sibling on a bench. for some reason her image completely stands out from the dream. The rest of the dream characters are all fuzzy, but this girl seems to be crystal clear. she gives me a kind of dirty look, and for a split second I was wondering if it was xox. but before i could complete the thought A booming devilish voice yelled at me "there is no MR X" and the voice came from this tall woman that was walking by. As soon as she passed and Exact replica of her came in through the other door. She had this fake smile, her skin was having a hard timing maintaining it's color. She looked like one of those changlings from the fifth element movie when they lose their form.

The woman sits down across from us and says "I can arrange for you to meet MR. X" as soon as she said that i thought "holy shit i think i seen this movie, see the woman is really MR. X, The name MR X is a cover for her true identity. she's gonna invite us to some room to meet mr x, and then she's gonna reveal the truth and shoot us all in the head." so i said. "no thanks, we weren't really serious about finding mr x anyway"

all I Remember is being chased by a car driven by "MR X" while in the background the theme song to Beverly hills cop is playing. I watch the car smash into a brick wall.

Dream7: I falsely wake up I tell my brother about the dream. He still has back pains and i wonder if it was really a dream.

Dream 8: I'm in a large sub urban area. I'm with my brother and for some reason i take his car and drive down the street. I seem to have no control over the car, i almost crash it, but luckily i park it. Then I get off the motorbike, and admire the it. I think back to the first time i ever heard of the phrase "crotch rocket". I heard it from my highschool friend dorian who rode motorbikes a lot. As soon as i think this. Dorian pulls up on his bike with his gf behind him. He says "hey man long time no see is that a sonata arctica shirt?" I go "yeah". His gf pipes up. "that band kicks ass but i dont like the singing sometimes" so i say "well if you think he's bad you should listen to stratovarius, the guy sings like he has no balls"

they laugh, and we're all suddenly at a train station. I look up and i see the sky go scary. I see this gigantic rectangular UFO. I point it out to Dorian, he sees it and starts to run. I could see all of it's dimensions. It was like i giant mechanical rectangle floating in the air. Then it dissapeared. suddenly i saw this black hase coming from the sky. There were hundreds of seagulls flying in one direction as fast as they could. Even flying into eachother. Thats when it started to rain And all these people started running. The clouds we're coming in so fast teh sky bean to turn black. I watched them completely pile up and completely black out the sun in no less than 3 seconds. It was broad daylight out and now it was like night.
I began to run for shelter but it was raining so hard i couldn't get out from the train platform.

Dream1: Instant lucid. I was standing in a white place where all the DV members were sleeping. I saw one bed read: Amazeo xD. I suddenly remembered to look for R. I yelled out her name really loudly a couple of times.
suddenly I was in a black space. I hear R call me back in the darkness. I called her name again.

Her: It's too dark I can't find you.

me: just keep moving you'll run into me.

By this time i really had to pee so i decided to wake up.

Dream2: I was at a nightclub. I was walking towards the dancefloor and recognised a black girl i knew from highschool. But she had a beard. I walked right past her and onto the dancefloor.

"Arthur" I heard someone call out behind me. I thought "Oh no someone has mistaken me for my brother again". i couldn't see who was calling me so i went back up to the bar area. I hear my brothers name being called again.
I bought a cheese bread snack and sat down with jeff777 at a table. WE ate our food quietly. He got up and i got up shortly after. I don't remember what happened after that, but suddenly i was in a boxing ring with jeff.

WE were kung fu fighting for fun. The fight seemed to slow down and i could measure each counter to his moves. I blocked so many of his moves he just shrugged his shoulders and left.

Dream 3: I was a wolf walking on a dirt road. I came a cross a T in tersection. It was obvious I was on a mountain. At the T intersection a large farming fence. Behind the fence were cows. They started running because a Bull was vicously attacking them. They stopped in their tracks, so did the bull. I looked towards the other ends of the road and standing guard were these incredibly large horned bulls. I sensed there was gonna e a slaughter and I was caught in the middle of it. Just then I saw a pack of Wolves huddled together and ready to defend themselves. I felt safe as soon as I saw them So i cautiously walked up to them and joined them. I knelt my head and waited for the battle to start.

Dream4: I was on a busy street riding with people in a Car. I got out of the car and started riding a very large bike. The bike was so large that the scenery was small beneath me. It was hard to control and the brake handles were pushed in. I was dodging things carefully while pulling out each brake handle. When i succeeded i parked the bike in a ditch. And suddenly i was blocked somehow from all side of the ditch. i couldn't get out.

Dream5: A brief dream where Dan And Jesse from Ontario came to visit. They were staying At my house. I noticed they had resumes with them. I told them "wait... you're moving in and loking for a job?". They both giggled and said "Yes"

Man of Shred's New Dreams

K time to start a new Dream Journal.

Although I haven't updated any dream journal recently. I have been getting back into the habit of remembering them.
I want to learn how to WILD, DILD and just plain LD better.

Dreams from last night.


Dream1: I was WILDing and i entered a dream. I seen Sho (the jap guy who is staying with us). so i ran up behind him yelling "Sho! Sho I'm dreaming!!!!"

but when i went to the fron of him. his face was a black void. The rest of the dream faded out adn I woke up.

I was half asleep and i heard a disembodied voice tell me that i could Either wake up or "warm myself up into dreaming".

Dream 2: I was in the norht end of my twn sitting with my brother. On my right was a girl i think i know in real life. I said something about seeing a parade. She told me that was impossible because you could not see the parade from here. I said i saw the parade at the west end of didsbury.

She then mumbled something about that i should make a move on her soon. I asked her what she had said. She repeated her statement but it was more garbled than before.

Dream 3: I went to visit a highschool. I spent minutes just walking around and talking to some people. Suddenly Sho Showed up. He had a long black wig that looked like his hair. He nodded as if to instruct me to put it on.


Dream 4: I was in the family car. My dad was driving. I was very snoy out and the roads were dangerously Icy. My dad kept trying to drive over birdges. but he kept going under them instead. There was icy cliffs under the briges and he drove dangerously close to a few.

At one bridge he was driving on a metal part which began to slant down. IT was obvious we were gonna fall so i yelled "Back up and go another way"


he backed up and then went to turn. We were on the side fo a steep slope now and he backed up too far. The cr began to tumble backwards. I was suddenly outside of the car whereit had landed on it's side. Mybrother was passed out along with everying else. I Opened the side door. and looked for the seatbelt Latch. I paused and thought "This must be a dream" i did a nose RC. no avail. I tried to pull my brothre up but he was still stuck.

I looked in the back seat where Sho was. He opened his eyes and looked at me fo a moment and then clsoed them again. I woke up

5/27/10 - Enchanted Retreat

Dream Non-Dream Lucid

I was on a class trip of some sort to a week-long retreat. It wasn't anything to do with school; this retreat was to help us learn magic. The building reminded me of a boarding school without classrooms, if that makes sense. It also had a pool out back and was near a beach and some marsh.

The girls and boys were split up. There were about ten in each group. I don't know where the boys went, but the girls just went on a random walk on the beach.

On our way back from the beach, I noticed some black sand. One girl explained that it was black because a giant squid had exploded.

The next day, we learned to fly. All of the girls were standing around the pool with broomsticks. We were supposed to concentrate on hovering.

Hardly anyone could get it right. Mary and I were somehow able to fly around a bit. Apparently we were "talented."

I was so excited that I started flying around the marsh, dipping down low and then flying high. It was difficult but I somehow managed.... until I landed. When I got back to the pool, my broom snapped. Whoops. Apparently, it had been given to me by a kind neighbor of Hannah's.

Oh well.

On the third day, the entire class just hung out by the pool while we waited for our parents to come pick us up. When mine arrived, they wanted to see what I'd learned.

I went to the broom closet and found a new broom. When I came out, I noticed Mary showing off her skill and smirked. I could do better. I pushed off the ground hard and flew high over the marsh. I circled a few times before landing in front of my parents. They looked impressed, but not entirely shocked. I guess they've seen flying broomsticks before.

I woke as we were driving home.

Dream starts off with some friends of mine from highschool and I wandering into a craft store. There are many crafts that are made by or influenced by Native American art and mythology, but I find some sculptures carved out og soapstone that are inspired by ancient Egyptian and Greek mythos.

My friend Becky wants to go to a sushi resturant that is attached to the craft store and we all get a seat that overlooks a ski hill through a larg window. For some reason the resturant will only let six people sit per table and our group gets split up.

When are first order arrives some of the dishes are mixed up or are completely wrong and instead of rectifying the situation the waiters get angry and threaten to kick us out of the store. My friend Becky somehow manages to talk to the waiters and straighten things out, but when our second round of food comes, many of them are also the wrong order.

Many in our group get up and try to leave out of anger, not wanting to pay the bill, but the owner comes out and tries to convince us to stay. Menawhile, Becky notices that their order sheets and reciepts are outdated and from 2008 but I say that it doesn't matter or something like that.

I cannot remember any more of this dream.

Dream starts off with me living back at home with my parents. They are bugging me to find a program to do over the summer or get a job. There are several artist's groups listed in the community newspaper but I am reluctant to apply because I don't think I am good enough. My parents take me to an intake session for one of the groups and I bring along a soapstone carving that I made, which looks like a mermaid sitting on a rock. The meeting takes place in a cave in a remote mountain range for some reason. The room we are in is chisled from black obsidian and is dome shaped.

The judges like my carving and one of them says that carving soapstone is really hard (even though in real life it is not) and ask me to step into the middle of the room. There are camera's planted throughout the room and they want to take my picture in the nude. I refuse, even after all the men are aked to leave, but somehow my mom convinces me that it is for the best. After the pictures are done my father and brother Ryan want to see them and I become upset and try to destroy the pictures because I don't want them to see me naked.

As this is happening the judges and my family leave and some archeologists come in carrying some old bones. They place them on the platform in the middle of the room and start taking pictures. A white wisp of smoke emerges from the bones and transforms into a ghost of a man from about a century ago. He is angry and flies around the room wildly. I am the only person who can see him and when he realizes he can talk to me he tells me that he was murdered and that his killer is still roaming free. I try to explain that is impossible because many decades have past and his killer is probably dead now but the ghost will not believe me.

The archeologist's take the bones away and bring in a partially decomposed body of a child. When they take pictures of it the spirit of the dead child awakens and tells me that she was murdered by a pedophile. I feel bad but don't really know what to say and the ghost child goes on to tell me that the murderer has proof of the crime on their computer and she wants me to find it. I try to explain that would be impossible but the ghost evaporates before I can finish speaking.

The body is taken away and I am left alone in the obsidian cave as the doors are locked and lights shut off. When night has fallen the walls of the cave suddenly show that I am deep under water (though still in a cave) and a variety of sea life is circling the dome as if I were in an underwater observatory or something. Not just normal sea creatures but mermaids and weird looking sea monsters swim by as well. I go up to one side of the dome and find that I am slip through it as if walking through a thin layer of jello and I am now out in the water. I can breath despite being underwater and I start swimming around the cave trying to find my way out.

There is a faint glow of light out of a narrow shaft that leads upwards and I follow it until I surface in a small cennote. There is a redheaded woman standing on the side and she helps me out and I find myself near the top of a mountain. On one side there is an ocean and the other side is a flat life-less plain that goes off to another mountain range in the horizon. The redheaded women tells me that the old mountain range was crushed underneath the new mountain and that this one will suffer the same fate when a new mountain appears.

The dream ends there.

Dream starts off with me at some sort of Olympic event for dogs. There is a race down a long winding path that looks like a bobsleigh track. The dog I have entered looks like my friend RM's previous dog Memphis, a shetland sheepdog who passed away last year. Spectators and other dog owners have gathered in a sphirical room where the race starts and where it can be watched on a large screen t.v. There are many people there but the only one's I really pay attention too are a group of three young men who are dressed in black or dark blue suits and look like hitmen. They are determined to win and I fear they may become violent if they lose.

The race begins but I am too worried about watching my back and keeping an eye on the dangerous looking suited men than the ranking of my dog in the race. The race ends and neither I nor the suit men win but for some reason I leave the statdium with them and we all leave our dogs behind. Outside there is a path that leads to floating boardwalk that goes over a lake to a townhouse complex on the other side. As we cross the boardwalk it starts to sink and we are forced to swim across. For some reason we have to do all of this unseen by others because we are running from something but I cannot remember the reason anymore. The most handsome of the suit men sticks close to me and is very protective. I think his name was Vince because he looked like Vincent Valentine when he was a Turk.

When we get to the other side we have shrunk and are about the size of crows. We start sneaking around one of the townhouses when we run into my friend RM and her dog Memphis. She tells us that the coast is clear and that we can get by unseen. Past the townhouse complex is a parking lot, then a trailer park where the Vince's alcoholic father lives. We take shelter in father's trailer and Vince and his father argue about something.

Beyond the trailer park is a huge grocery store which we have to sneak through to get to something on the otherside. We dodge through aisles and onto a table with fruit when we are spotted by some shoppers but they don't threaten us like we thought they would and rather only show curiousity about our small size. The four of us finally get through the grocery store and find ourselves in a dirty run down town.

The dream changes and Vince's two companions disappear and he language and dress of the poor people walking around inform us that we are in a slum in the eastern European country of Tukey. The slum is overrun with gangsters and terrorists and anyone who lives there are virtual prisoners. Vince and I are normal size again and we are now lovers and he is my fiancee. Because of the dangerous conditions of the city we go are seperate ways because Vince has to find something that will let us get out of the slum and to freedom and I am told to mill about a trade center to wait for him.

The trade center is filled with goods from all over the world and I am amused to find a section of Canadian memorabelia and soapstone carvings. There are explosions outside and the people in the trade center panic and start running around to find cover. I ask one old woman what is going on and she tells me that terrorists have been randomly attacking the slum and bombing certain streets. I go outside to try and find Vince and see that there are people walking around cautiously either trying to go about there business or find shelter.

There is an older man who works somewhere nearby that I think can help me, but the bombings are close to where I think I can find him. I search up and down many narrow dirty streets until I find the dentist's office where the older man works, but it is closed and no one is there. I walk out of the alley and see a gang of men wearing masks, carrying weapons and riding crudely built motorbikes riding up and down the streets forcing people to do as they say and to go inside or they will kill them. I know these are the terrorists and I have to hide behind some debris in an alley to avoid being seen until they pass.

I run into a woman who says she knows where the old man is and I follow her to a cafe halfway across the slum. We manage to get there unnoticed by thugs and find many people trying to take shelter or relax and have a coffee. The older man is there and he admits that he knows where Vince is but first we have to go back to his dentist's office to get something. On the way we are stopped by some masked men who threaten us, but the old man shows them a pass of some kind and says that I am his daughter (and he is escorting me home for the forced curfew) they begrudgingly let us on our way.

At the dentist's office the old man is dismayed to find that it has been broken into and the place has been ransacked. His money, passport documents and stash of cigarettes has been stolen. The old man thinks awhile about what to do next before deciding that we should head to the trade center which is not that far away.

The dream becomes fuzzy and I cannot remember a bit but somehow we meet up with Vince who had been captured and tortured by some terrorists. The old man bribes someone to take us to a port town nearby where we can sneak onto a cargo ship and onto freedom. We succeed in getting on the ship but some gangsters or terrorists find out that there are two people trying to escape from Turkey and they get there own ship to pursue us. The crew of the cargo ship get nervous about having us as passengers and dump us on a small island not far away from the port on which there is a circular fortress of some kind that has many levels underground.

Vince suddenly looks like he appeared in Dirge of Cerberus and has acquired some guns from the cargo ship crew and he sends me into the lower floors of the building. He is able to kill some of the pursuers but is forced into the bowls of the fort when confronted with the leader of the terrorists. He gives me one of his handguns and tells me to go to the lowest floor and wait for him. I can hear gun fire and yelling but don't know what is going on until Vincent and the terrorist leader come running down, shooting at each other. The terrorist leader has transformed into a hideous beast and is more impervious to bullets. Vincent has trouble taking him down and just before the end the leader summons more warriors to fight for him.

There is a long gun battle all over the basement of the fort but Vincent eventually triumphs with my help but the dream ends before we leave the island or anything.

5/11/10 - The Neighborhood Creeper
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was at my house, in the living room. My dad had been talking with some neighbors and came to tell me what they'd said. I could tell there was something weird going on.
"Autumn," he told me, "I need you to keep an eye out for a strange guy in a hooded jacket. He is the neighborhood creeper and will steal all our silverware, so please watch out." He then left.
I peeked out the window. Coming towards the house, across the lawn, was a creepy-looking guy of about thirty wearing a red hoodie. I quickly tiptoed over to the front door and locked it. Then I crept back to the window. The guy was right there in front of me! I tried to hide, but he spotted me. He walked through the wall itself and stood in front of me. I made a mean face, attempting to scare him off, but he just laughed. He looked straight at me and suddenly his face transformed. It was hideous, with huge eyes that spun as though he were trying to hypnotize me. I realized that was exactly what he was doing.
I covered my eyes to protect myself, but couldn't resist a peek. The creeper was right up in my face. I blacked out.
When I "woke", I was sitting in a chair in my living room. We talked about something I don't recall.
Then my dad walked in. "Oh, hi," he said, "Who's this?"
The neighborhood creeper glared at me so I replied, "He's.... a friend, Dad."
"Well that's fine then!" said my dad cheerily before retreating to another room.

I was still pissed at my dad when I woke up.

[...]

There was a large base and we were under attack. There was a team trying to sniper the culprit down, but they got shot. SM (lol again) was one of them. I grabbed the sniper rifle off her and managed to kill the culprit. It took a lot of shots. I had never shot a gun before and it got clogged, but I managed to do it and knew how to reload it from remembering how they did it in some computer game.
I felt like shit afterwards for killing the guy. Actually, I felt alright, but it was just a bit weird killing him. I remember thinking that he deserved to die anyway :/

Before that, at the base there was a large factory, like a processing factory and it'd exploded or something. Anyway, the parts of the factory were coloured different colours depending on their temperature and the severity of the explosion (or imminent explosion). BD showed me this, as we were walking out after doing something (I cannot remember what. We were collecting something I think).
As it turns out, this was just a distraction to what the culprit was really trying to do. He killed some Mexicans earlier. They were on boats. I was one of the janitors that had to go into the toilets and move some of the dead bodies. They were wrapped in paper towels, all of them. It was a bit freaky. But afterwards was okay. Someone helped me move one and I remember that the body was cold. I also remember that some of the paper towels were starting to unravel, and reveal the skin of the dead guy...

There was some office with square glass windows...hmm...I'm not too sure about the rest.

I dreamt that my dad replied to my e-mail about whether I should learn traditional or simplified Chinese. He said something about "Who said it was hard to go from simplified to traditional!?", because it shouldn't be. Typical of him.

In another part, someone (TW I think) made the 3D glasses for minecraft and they didn't work very well.

Dream starts off with me in the downtown section of city I do not recognize. The streets are empty of cars and people. It is daytime but the sky is dark with fast moving, stormy clouds. It is not raining but very windy. I have a portable radio with me and the news report says that there is a severe tornato warning in effect. In the distance I can see several tornados twisting and crisscrossing along the horizon and they are coming closer. Every door I try to shops or homes along the street are locked and I start to panic because I cannot find any shelter.

At the end of one street I can see a park with a cement wall bathroom facility. Thankfully the door is unlocked and I can go inside. There are five stalls and I hide in the middle on and cover my head, fearfull that the windows will shatter and drop broken glass all over me when the tornados hit. The sound of the wind howling increases to an almost deafening level and the building starts to shake as the tornados approach. The windows shatter and part of the roof is ripped off as they hit. Everything that is not bolted down gets sucked out of the hole in the roof. I have to cling desperately to a metal bar above the stall door to avoid getting sucked out myself, though I fear the worst when the bathroom stalls begin to shake violently and start to unbolt.

The tornado passes and there is sudden silence. I have a permanant marker in my pocket and I write "This metal bar saved my life" on the bar that I clung too desperately. I turn on my radio again and the news report is saying that more tornados are on the way. No longer feeling safe in the ravaged bathroom facility, I risk going outside to find a better place to hide. Beyond the park is a cemetary and a two storey church. The door has been shaken loose by the storm and I can slip inside. The inside of the church looks like any other except for hundreds of vinyl records laying on the pews and altar. I think that coming here was a bad idea because those vinyl records would be deadly projectiles if airborn, but I cannot leave because several tornados are closing in rapidly.

The church has a basement and I go downstairs to find a place to hide. I am surprised to find that there are four people already taking shelter down there. There is a black couple dressed like they just stepped out of the seventies, a Hispanic man in grey business suit, and an old hippy man with long grey hair in braids and a long grey beard. The black woman introduces herself as Cleopatra (or Cleo for short) and her partner introduced himself as Ben. I cannot remember the suit dude's name but the Hippy introduces himself as Leo as he is rolling a joint from a large bag of marijuana that he is carrying.

I ask the hippy why he is rolling a joint at a time like this and he says "If I'm going to die, man, than I'm going to die high as a kite, man" which amuses the black couple and myself. The Hispanic man scoffs and tells the old hippy that he is wasting his time. I mention that it is funny that Cleo and Leo have such similar names.

The building begins to shake as the wind howls wildly. A tornado hits and debris and vinyl records start flying down the basement stairs. We are all huddled in the far corner behind a cement pillar and are safe from most of the debris. There is a huge crack and crashing sound from upstairs and we discover after the tornado has passed that the church has collapsed on itself. There is enough room for us to slip out of the collapsed building though and get out alive.

I listen to the radio again and hear that the storm is far from over and Cleo points out more tornados in the distance that are approaching. The Hispanic dude gets scared and runs away by himself, ignoring our pleas that we should stick together. The old hippy says that he has a storm shelter within the city in the industrial section but it is far and we'd have to find a car to get us there. His Westfalia microbus just happens to be sitting on a side street near by and it is undamaged to we get in and drive through the back alleys to the industrial section of the city. Along the way we have to dodge many other cars scrambling to get out of the city before the next tornado hits, including a blue semi which almost runs us off the road.

Leo's shelter is located between two large factories and when we go inside we find other people who have taken shelter there, including a mother with two children, some vagrants and a man who is passed out in the middle of the floor. Leo closes the door and we all listen to my portable radio and wait out the storm (as Leo rolls some more joints and passes them around). The announcer on the news says that half of the city has been destroyed by tornados and that they are still coming. No one knows when the storm will end.

The dream ends about there.

Dream starts off in a center for the physically disabled somewhere in the United States. There are many young people there who have some form of physical disability but they also are all conscious and able to communicate. I have recently been admitted and though a am conscious I am unable to talk or anything and my entire body is paralyzed. I am a mystery case for the facilatators of the home because I did not have any identification on me when admitted and they do not know how to contact any relatives. There are three people who work there. The owner of the organization: a black haired man man in his mid thirties, a light-brown haired female attendant in her mid fourties and a blond male attendant also in his mid fourties.

I am put in a wheelchair and rolled into a amplitheater room with a big screen and there is a nature movie or documentary playing. The other disabled teens try to talk to me and though I can hear them, I am unable to respond. After the movie is over the other teen are returned to their rooms but the attendants and I am the last to go. For some reason the female attendant doesn't like me and she dumps me out of my wheelchair onto the floor down a little used hall, where I lay all night and most of the next day.

During the night my spirit is able to leave me body and I can float around the center and watch things going on. While the owner is in his office the two attendants retreat to an office on the other side of the building and start drinking alcohol and doing drugs. After the owner leaves the intoxicated female attendant rifles through the owner's officer looking for something. There is a part of the dream involving elevators on the outside of the building leading to secret top for rooms or something but the dream is fuzzy and I cannot remember much.

The next day a female inspector arrives unannounced and find me laying on the floor in the back hall. The male attandant is perplexed but the female attandant denies all knowledge of anything and tries to blame me for faking my vegatable state and when that doesn't work she claims one of the other disabled teens must have done it, even though it would be physically impossible for them, literally.

Even after all this I am still left on the floor as the center continues with it's activities as normal. The attendants ignore me but some of the disabled teens try to protest on my behalf, but to no avail. I am still out of my body and my spirit still floats around. That night my spirit follows the female attendant after her intoxicated fling with the make attandant, into a room in the basement which has a big decorated door at the other end.

She goes through the door and it opens up into a grand baroque design dining hall where many tables are elegantly set for many guests. The ceiling is very high and huge bay windows let lots of light in as if it were the middle of the day. Between the tables and leading to other rooms is a set of traintracks for a train about 1/3 the size of the real thing. At the large table in the center of the room sits North Korean leader Kim Jong-il with his entourage. His followers are singing praises to their leader and a little Korean girl in gymnastic tights is dancing on the table.

The female attandant whom I followed in spirit begins putting wine galsses on the tables and is pouring wine for everyone as more guests arrive. The new guests are wither Korean or Caucasian but all seem happy to be in the presence of Kim Jong-il. There are several other servants and one woman and man are giving people wine filled glasses but for some reason they keep putting the glasses on the table upside down and spilling the wine all over the guests, though no one seems bothered by this. A train suddenly appears from another room and pulls up in front of Kim Jong, who boards it along with many of his guests, and it starts weaving along the tracks and around the room, and eventually to other rooms which are also in the baroque style and as elegantly decorated.

My spirit follows unnoticed by everyone except the North Korean leader who starts yelling at me to come closer and teach him how to fly. His entourage ignore their leader's yelling at seemingly thin air as drunken rambling and continue singing his praises. I fly above the train for a while but it sudden exits the building and stops on a high hill over looking a forest. My spirit transforms into a dark brown eagle or hawk and I start flying out over the forest. King Jong-il transforms into a Bald Eagle and follows.

I dip through tree branches and swerve in and out of thickets trying to lose my follower but he is able to stay on my tail. The forest gives way to a city with many tall buildings and skyscrapers and I easily sail over top of them while Kim Jong seems to have trouble maintaining the same amount of hight, though he is able to keep pace with me by flying around the tall buildings and not over them.

He tries to talk to me about one of his sons, but I am too busy enjoying the freedom of flying and I ignore him. The city ends and an ancient forests will trees as tall as skyscrapers appears and I fly low through their thick trunks. There are stick and mud huts built in some of the trees and I can see primitive people living there. They come out of their little houses or stop working to watch me fly by. Somewhere along the way I have lost the Kim Jong bald eagle but I think little of it and keep flying. The ancient forest eventually gives way to beautiful snow capped mountains and a pristine, sparkling lake.

The dream ends there.

5/8/10 - Out of Uniform
Dream Non-dream Lucid

It was Monday, and I was at school, talking to Hannah, who was sitting on the gym floor. I noticed her outfit and asked, "Didn't you know we were out of uniform today?" She groaned. "I totally forgot!"
I looked down at my own clothes. From head to waist, I was in uniform - a white polo with a navy blue sweatshirt over it - but tied around my waist, in place of a skirt, was a large blue Gap sweatshirt turned inside out. Underneath it I was wearing navy Gap sweatpants, and down by my knee, as if I were in the process of taking them off, were my pajama pants. I don't believe I was wearing shoes.
"Hannah," I said, "look at what I'm wearing!" She gaped at me. "I must've been really confused this morning!" I exclaimed. "I'm gonna go call my Dad; maybe he'll bring me some clothes."

My memory fails me.