non-lucid

5/8/16
Dream 1: There was a football match. Someone on my team handballed across the face of goal, an opposition player stole the ball and kicked a goal, resulting in them winning the game.

Dream 2: A group of communists and capitalists were fighting over another group of people and their money. There was a giant water slide nearby which I went on with my brother before we flew home on a magic carpet.

4/8/16
Dream 1: I was playing basketball along with Tom Boyd. I went ok and got some coaching as well. At the end of the game someone ran into and vomited up a foetus, which was bizarre and disgusting.

1 point is all I got. I'm really pissed off!

Three Step Goals:
1.Advanced Flying
2.Element Manipulation
3.Mass Telekinesis

New Dream goal: Go to the Moon
Old Dream goal: Go back to Venice


D1: I was playing in the game survivor. There were 3 great big ships w/
3 teams. One for each ship. But I wasn't sure what they were yhaet who had
what. But we were told by Jeff Probst the host that there could be
consequences for swapping with other teams. Apparently someone already had
tried but magically they weren't allowed too. It was a little fuzzy about
how this occurred...


My daughter called in real life & I tried to ignore the phone.


D2: half lucid. I phased/chained into my second dream which was becoming lucid right
after I noticed the ships were now all three small boats. I now decided
to give the ships the advantages I wanted. I gave my team plenty of
extra food. Another had fishing gear. And the third had survival gear. I
know they could've been better but I was trying to just get to the tasks.

I was making a plan that I would put Nebulus & Dream Cafe on the second boat & Sivason on
the third so I could play against them. I was also contemplating my flying
to the moon & my mass telekinesis. But as soon as I got Nebulus pictured in
his blue t-shirt emblazoned with his real name idiot tag it was game over.

My daughter had come into my bedroom in real life via my dumb ass son. I'm
so pissed off I can't even express. She got a job & needed me to watch
her kids from now until school starts from 6am-5pm. So basically I may be
fucked as far as the comp goes. We'll see. My plan is to try & recreate
this scenario because it was a really good set up for the way I wanted this
part of the comp to go. I'm literally in tears.

Yes Neb, I had you finally pictured for like 30 seconds before my daughter
blew my dream to shit!

Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Competition Notes-Teal

I had a nightmare this morning which doesn't happen very often. Usually when scary stuff happens in dreams I don't feel scared because somehow I percieve it as a movie or advenure. I have to admit though this one was pretty scary. It was almost as scary as the other dream I had this morning where I met Donald Trump!

08.10.2016
07:00 AM

Chop Chop Chop (Nightmare)

I am in Seoul Korea with my dad and sister for vacation and to visit some friends. The city is very modern and beautiful looking. We go on a feris wheel on an island in an artificial lake and get a great view of everything. My dad says it has changed a lot since he was stationed here in the army.

Somehow everything transitions to how it suposadly was in the 60s. The buildings and cars are much smaller and used looking. Everything is painted with lots of bright colors though. We go into an area that is abandoned except for a brick building that is a brothel. Women solicit us from the windows. We try to get back to the better areas and have to pass by a hospital that is right next to a slaughterhouse. I see people carrying pig parts and human body parts between the two buildings.

I find myself, despite the obvious red flags, going through the ally with my dad and sister. From around the corner a nurse with a face mask on is staring at me with a creepy face. I notice she has a cleaver in her hand as she takes a step forward. "Chop Chop Chop", she says. I run away but find the only way is into the slaughterhouse.

Inside there is another nurse with a cleaver. This one has blood on her dress. I trip and she runs toward me saying "chop chop chop" faster and faster. She is about to chop me with the cleaver but I find there is some butchery tool on the ground near me. I pick it up and cut her throat several times. She stumbles back but doesn't seem effected by the cuts. She slowly walks forward again saying chop with each step. Right when I know I'm done for I hear a voice say, "Chop this." And a fire axe slams into the side of her head from behind. It's my dad!

He helps me to my feet and we turn around to se the other nurse bent over backwards on all fores. Her head twists around 180 degrees to face us. She starts wattling toward us and I wake up.

Created Wednesday 10 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 12

Very bad sleep again for certain reasons. There's about four dreams I could identify today. However, I've forgotten the first one entirely, and the other non-LD is but a fragment at the moment.

Overly long WBTB preceded this. Eventually, I go through a successful WILD.

Dream 1 - Summer Lucid Competition - Day 12 - Part 1

The visuals were blurred. I was falsely awakening in an unknown bedroom. From the start, I had awareness.

I floated off the bed, and tried levitating through the ceiling. Once I got there, I awaken immediately. I DIELD back in within minutes.

Dream 2 - Summer Lucid Competition - Day 12 - Part 2


A familiar dizzying sensation signaled a successful transition.

Before anything, I repeated "deeper" to keep anchored. With that done, I floated around again. This movement was a bit difficult to control Next, I looked for any sign of my dream guide's presence, but found none.

For quick points, I dropped sideways to the floor with the intent of phasing through. Due to the aforementioned difficulty, it took a very long time to reach there. Furthermore, I couldn't pass through at all. Luckily, I remembered Sivason's technique for correcting this. I placed my hand flat on the floor, and waited patiently until it partially phased. Then, I continued with the rest of me. This felt much like if one plunged themselves within a vast field of static electricity.

Seems I got taken to a grey void. I realized my left eye was closing shut against my will. Even trying to pry it open with both hands did little good. Figured this had to do with my sleeping sideways this time.

I awaken between trying to correct these visuals.

Scrap Group 1
Adrian and I are discussing Duelyst. He feels the Mogwai's (incorrectly referred to as Wind Runner) card drawing ability is overpowered. I claim the Spelljammer is a superior choice, despite her drawing extra cards for both players.

At some social gathering im watching in third person.
All is happy and celebratory, they are outside in formal dress.
it has been a sunny day and now the light is waxing.
A stunningly beautiful woman in a white dress appears to be spinning slightly holding a wine glass. She is bare foot on the grass.
Everything up till now has been very deceptive making what comes next all the worse. The woman is unfortunately insane and has no idea whatsoever what is going on.
I feel horror then pity followed by great saddness.
It gets worse but I cant bare to write it down even in my journal at home.

First dream

I was a doom marine, wandering around the dark UAC station. With double barrelled shotgun I cleared my way through corridors, tearing through demons. The corridors seemed endless and empty, but I haven't felt lonely. I was full of energy and rapidly cleared my way.

Attempted WBTB, failed

Second dream

It was a western, wild west. Known outlaw Bumble Jack was terrorising a few bigger cities, in most of which he had his dark business running. He corrupted sheriffs of these cities to have no troubles, except for sheriff of city in which he had main base, as that man was no threat to anyone. I was a dozen of years older. With my wife and son we were just going to move into the city of Bumble Jack, unaware of that. As we approached town gates, we were ambushed by his thugs. They wounded me and killed my wife and son, I escaped to city's sewers and lived there for a dozen of years. One day when I was sitting and reading a book in my hut, which I made in a small cavern joining with city's sewers, a vice sheriff of the city appeared. She was a tall blonde woman, quite pretty. She asked me what I've been doing there for all these years. I replied that I was dealing with rats. She asked how many I've killed, and I said that none.

At the same time, the sheriff of the city climbed up a neon on a bar, in which Bumble Jack had his base. All townspeople have gathered to see this. Sheriff shouted to them to climb up the roof, help him get upper and that they'd deal with bandits next. But nobody wanted to deal with them, people went back to their houses to watch tv.

Then I appeared in front of the bar with vice sheriff. With strong kicks we busted doors to bar open. A huge group of thugs appeared to deal with us. No one used gun, it was a fistfight. Together we kicked their asses, not getting hurt even slightly. We entered one of side rooms and found women and children tied up. Bumble Jack was about to sell them at the black market and get really big money. We freed them and showe them the way out, but then I noticed that someone was taking some tied women for himself. The vice kept freeing people while I ran after that man - it was my friend's sworn enemy. I chased him into the bar room, barkeep haven't cared about him. The man said something to me, but I was angry and didn't listened. I grabbed his head and smashed it against a bar counter, then still holding his head, I gave him a strong kick in teeth. He have fallen on the floor, unconscious.

Then the barkeep seemed suspicious, so I kept an eye on him. He weirdly leaned over a wall. I asked him what he's doing, and he said "I inform". I shouted "Informant!" then Steven Seagall appeared behind the counter and said "Calm down, everything would be fine."

Third dream

I was in my house, it was a dark night. We had visitors who have just left, the house was tidied so that nobody could find anything. I wanted to brush my teeth, but couldn't find my toothbrush. I asked mother and she said that grandma have hidden all teethbrushes. I searched around the bathroom and house, then I asked grandma and she showed me where the teethbrushes are. I took mine and went to bathroom.

1 pt for 2 non lucids
= 1 pt

No points for chaining because it was not a lucid. I'm sorry to disappoint with my lousy 1 pt.

Three Step Goals:
1.Advanced Flying
2.Element Manipulation
3.Mass Telekinesis

New Dream goal: Go to the Moon
Old Dream goal: Go back to Venice



Had 2 Non-lucids. Both contained basically the same content. My ex-girlfriend (And by ex-girlfriend, I mean in the literal sense. And yes I am married to a man now.) It was 2 chained dreams. She & I were fighting really badly in both. Including me reminding her of why I will never allow myself to every be involved w/ her in anyway. She started out as my best friend & the relationship changed obviously into something else. Eventually I realized she was a person who was toxic to me.

Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Competition Notes-Teal

On the house, I'm trying to find the switch of the lights, but I saw a black cat that has green eyes and very aggressive to me. I run away but it is chasing me. I tried to go to the bathroom but the cat jumped on me and the dream ends. On that day, something good happened.

Sultana phone
I'm in my mom's house, in her living room. It's still a bit dark. There's a bed and I'm lying on it. I'm using my phone. I just bought it off a family member for 200 (whichever currency) It's an iPhone which is slightly newer than my old 4S, but still not that new. It has the appearance of a Sultana cookie. The keyboard is messed up. There are different colours for groups of keys. There is a static part and then there is a dynamic part, where the letter that appears on the key depends on which letter was last typed. It seems to be a helpful prediction tool, but I hate the shit out of it. I need to change this setting later. A family member, not sure who, asks to borrow my phone so that he can text my cousin. Sure, hang on. I go to my whatsapp and then to our conversation. I also invert the colours back to normal. I hand over my phone. I move a bit down on the bed and my family member sits down, half on my chest. Dude! That's me your sitting on. He gets up. Heavy guy, I can still feel it in my chest. Next thing I walk to the kitchen with my phone, where my mom is. I show her my phone. Who thought of this design? This is not durable at all.

Promo girl
I'm in a big chain electronics store with my mom. There's some type of prize competition going on, where you can win stuff. My mom has a misprinted.. whatever it is. The moment the male employee (super polite) mentions this, she starts acting all greedy and demands a prize. It's embarrassing really. I drag her out of the store and give her a lecture. She wants to go back in again. I tell her that just because there was a misprint doesn't mean she can automatically claim a prize. She has her mind set on a microwave. I ask her what she would do with it anyway. We already have 2. What's the point? Stop acting like this. I drag her to a bench and sit her down. I continue lecturing her and point a folder in her face while doing so. Super rude, but necessary.

Shortly after, 2 or 3 cigarette promo girls pass [that's a thing in Indonesia]. The first girl is Liza from my old high school. She has a red/white/blue outfit. Next are 1 or 2 Indonesian girls in a red/white outfit. A girl approaches me. There are two people standing to my left, whom are part of my group, though I can't remember who they are. I believe they are female though, causing the girl to decide to try to approach me. The girl is now a white girl with dark blonde hair and very cute. She whispers something in my left ear. It takes me a few tries to understand it. First of all cause I was expecting Indonesian, second because my mom is blaring through it. After realising that the girl is speaking in Dutch, I somehow expected her to say something about Liza. Instead, she mentions that I give excellent parties. There is a party going on around us. I tell her that I'm not sure whether I should take the compliment or admit that it's not my party.

There were a few FA's where I made notes for this dream.

Also had a very disturbing dream where I saw my little brother eat his own poop just for fun. Nearly made me puke

I recall a room, and seeing something, a creature or "presence" that scared me. I wanted to flee. There was an elevator in the room. I got in, and pressed a random floor number. The elevator moved, and stopped. The doors opened... revealing another elevator. The floor numbers were all weird and made no sense. The building must have had an impossible shape or height or them to make sense. I think I moved through several elevators before getting out. At some point, in the first elevator, there was a small statue (?) on the floor. I was "sucked into it" and it was revealed that the statue was a gateway to a hidden dimension....

*Me and Jennifer were at a bar and I asked her to dance. We started to dance and thought to my self I like her before Jesse did. The feeling was deep and very heartfelt.

*I was riding in the car with a beautiful Japanese women. She became evident that she was married but wanted to sleep around with me. She asked me if I wanted to get a hotel and she would pay for it. I thought about saying but I was so excited and she was so sexy. At this point we were in Japan driving around in some parking garage trying to figure out were to park.

Something to do with Legos. There was a building challenge where you had to buy five or ten of the same set and build something cool with it.

-+-

I was in the park in my neighborhood. It was cloudy/overcast. There was no grass, the ground had just been replaced with hard, dry topsoil, and all the trees were there but they were dead husks of what they were originally. I remember seeing my dream self there. Somebody was talking about tattooing an arrow onto the forehead of my dream-self. I shooed them away and said "That's mine".

Something weird was going on here. I was my waking life self, but my dream self was in the dream too. I remember I was periodically phasing into my dream-self's body and becoming more lucid, then returning to my own body. When I was in my own body, my dream-self would still be present, but he was like a robot. He had a very blank expression and would just follow me around and obey basic commands, and moved with a very robotic demeanor.

But when I phased into my dream-self, my waking self would completely disappear. I remember thinking to myself that my phasing in and out of my dream-self was indicative of my level of lucidity. I remember thinking how normally I do 100 counts in meditation, but yesterday, I stopped around 50. I thought to myself "Huh, half the meditation, half the lucidity..." (Without realizing that at that level, if I would have just been able to realize what was actually going on, I could have broken through to full lucidity with basically no effort...)

-+-

Something to do with these seven girls from my college. They had this ritual of, every Thursday, spending their paychecks on beer. They would go to a subway station and play this Jeopardy-type trivia game. There was also some reason that we were in a subway station, it was somehow related to simcity 4 and I was building too many subways in the city that nobody would use. (This is actually a bad habit of mine when I play any simcity game is to go a little... overboard with my mass transportation.)

Each time they got a question right they would chug a can of beer. This meant that the game was balanced, so if someone was doing well at answering questions, they would get more drunk and start to fall behind, and the game essentially ended with everyone wasted, and for whatever reason, I was the host of this competition.

Anyways I asked some $100 question about renewable energy in Europe and everyone got it right, so they all drank beers. Immediately after the first beer, all seven of them were drunk and it broke down into a "who could stomach the most beer before throwing up" contest.

There was also something to do with the seven sins and each of the girls was representing one of them. I'm not sure if this was some kind of symbol or just a part of the characters they put on when they played this game.

I did a WBTB after waking up from this dream and went to the bathroom.

-+-

I remember going online and finding a comic strip that I had started drawing in 2009, and worked on again in 2012. Someone told me that I should finish it and publish it to make money (reason being that I had to pay a toll to drive a crappy tugboat that I also lived on through the panama canal...?)

I remember looking through the old comic that was in a big thick hardcover book. The cover was plain red but the first page was left blank. After that was a really detailed waist-up drawing of an anthropomorphic moose woman with a quilted scarf around her neck. There was no diaolouge bubbles in the comic (I think there might have been some notes scrawled in the margins on what the story was about, but I didn't read em) I was able to figure out parts of the story just by reading it.

The moose woman seemed to be in progress of infiltrating an island fortification protected by these large cube shaped robot sentinels with disproportionately small legs and numerous searchlights in order to steal some kind of teapot. The robot sentinels were painted bright yellow with red polka dots on the cube parts but were gray and mechanical in the searchlight mechanisms. The teapot was kept deep underground in a vault. When the moose woman reached the teapot she was caught by a character who looked like Marcus. There were several secret service guys around her pointing strange weapons (Looked like laser pistols from the fallout series). It seemed to be a dialogue scene but since there were no speech balloons I couldn't figure out what the characters were talking about.

The comic seemingly cut off. It changed to a more simplistic cartoonly style. It was something Steven Universe related and I was wondering how I could have been ripping off of Steven Universe in a comic strip that I supposedly drew before the show ever came out. I then came to the conclusion that somehow the person who made SU stole from me. I turned the pages. There was what looked like a page from the Avatar Comics spliced in there, and a few pages of weird hybrid images that seemed to be depicting a crossover between avatar and SU. It seemed to be a diaolouge-heavy scene but there were no word ballons.

There were several pages of sketches and 'storyboards' of comics, and . I skipped over them wanting to get back to the beautiful, full color comics from before, even if there were no word bubbles I was enjoying looking at the pictures and trying to figure out what on earth the story was about. I think I found a few more pages of completed comic art but forgot what the subject matter was. I flipped back to the earlier pages promising to make more of an effort to decipher what happened in them, but when I turned back to the pages they were reduced to an incomprehensible mess of scribbles and sketches.

I said something to the guy running the lock about my tugboat. He said that the boat was hardly worth a penny in the condition it was in. I said that I wanted to clean up the boat and repair it to make it worth more. I remember getting this rush of motivation to clean it up. I began looking through the rooms of the boat (that had been sort of a makeshift house of mine) and finding piles of junk in them. The guy charging me to use the lock sat down with a calculator and started calculating how much the junk items I sold him would be worth.

The first thing I threw out were two tricycles meant for very small kids. One was princess themed and the other was slightly larger and teenage mutant ninja turtle themed. I then threw away a broken umbrella, a box of old newspapers, etc. I cleaned out the main living room on the boat and then washed the metal walls with dish soap and repainted them. I remember there being some moral about taking good care of where you live, because chances are it will take care of you.

Dream carried on with my life in the room on the tugboat. I lived there, but it was also where I worked. Now I had a nicer place to live not full of junk that I had collected.

-+-

I was on my college campus. I remember the campus had experienced something strange, that tectonic activity had apparently acted on a particular mineral below the ground of the campus. The mineral caused there to be pockets of negative gravity. They weren't dangerous because if you stepped inside of one, you'd float up for a bit, but hit the top of the negative gravity bubble then be moved off to the side by wind currents or imperfections in the field and be moved to the border of the field where normal gravity would slightly rule out the negative gravity and force you downwards slowly. In other-words the

These were fun to play in. People made up games where they would throw rocks into the negative gravity wells and they would shoot upwards and they would try to get their rock the highest just by throwing it forward.

A female and male scientist pair were sitting there with a computer and some scanning equipment (their scanning equipment looked like several electric guitar amps wired to a fancy laptop) and they showed me computer visualizations of the gravity bubbles. They were just that, bubbles, sphere shapes. But they talked about how the gravity bubbles would increase exponentially because as they spread, they would activate more of the mineral and align the crystals to expand and join the bubbles until they formed a massive bubble hundreds of miles wide.

I remember going inside of one of the buildings. Parts of the building had gravity bubbles inside of them. Campus workers had built plywood ramps that slowly inverted students and staff to walk on the wall and ceiling as they passed in and out of bubbles. I had to go to the advising office to talk about something. Everything in the office had been moved from the floor to the ceiling. I had had a boring conversation with the advisor (don't remember it.)

I went back outside to meet my friends S and C. They asked me if I wanted to play with them in the gravity bubbles. I would have said yes but my Taekwondo Instructor appeared and said explained a plot about a guy who was an executive of this corporation who wanted to mine the gravity mineral and use it to power something for his corporation. He was supposed to be banned from it but there was a loophole in the law and if he could make it across campus and turn in a certain form before a certain time that day he couldn't get the permit to open his mine.

I remember we began chasing after him. Then the scientists approached me again and informed us that we shouldn't try to get across campus because the gravity bubbles were cascading out of control faster than they had originally anticipated. We went after the guy anyway.

We eventually tracked him down to this part of campy that does not exist in waking life. It looked like we were somewhere in Venice or this Italian city. There were these large white brick houses with red roofing tiles and vines growing up the side, and this big archway structure. We saw the corporate guy who looked like Amit from Infected Mushroom. He had his son with him and his son had a bodyguard. We tried to confront him but apparently the guy, his son, and his bodyguard knew martial arts too. He tried to warn us to back off and he did all these flips and kicks and stuff but we didn't back down and we started fighting everyone.

I got stuck fighting the son's bodyguard. He was a big guy, suprisingly agile for someone of his size and he seemed to be getting the upper hand (dag nabbit if I was lucid this would be a different story). I kept stepping back and avoiding his strikes. I remember stepping back into a wall and walking up the side of the wall. (Not congruent with how the gravity bubbles were explained to work earlier.)

...

I don't recall how but we managed to turn the tide of the fight. We tied up the son and his bodyguard with vines but the businessman got away and signed the deal to mine the mineral. Somehow, even though this had only happened over the span of a couple minutes there was already a huge mining complex with chutes, hoppers, a large tower, and a railway linkup constructed where the dorms should have been on my college campus. The man was standing on a stage talking about how he was going to use the gravity-defying mineral to create flying cars.

Then the scientists came and said that the gravity bubble had collapsed (despite the fact that we were not all floating) but it was now pulling all of the world's oceans towards this one spot. I could see a big tsunami (about 50 feet tall) coming through the trees. I climbed to the top of a building. The dream blurred out there.

-+-

I remember false awakening and signing on to dreamviews. I wrote up the first three dreams of this entry, with time skipping most of the actual writing and it being me just remembering key details of them hoping and refresing them in my mind, probably the reason I come to you all with four nonlucid/semilucid dreams, and posted them as a dream journal entry.

DreamCafe had commented on my entry almost the moment I put it up. It was a link to my art thread where she had posted a picture. The picture was of her and all three of her regular guides sitting on the end of a bed. From left to right was Dawn, who was reading a newspaper, Cafe herself holding a cake with a birthday candle, Eye, in boxer shorts and sleep deprived looking, and Kiro with a cone party hat and a big present. There was a heart-shaped foil balloon tied to the bed post by Kiro that said "happy birthday".

I remember the picture was also done in a style that resembled her art. The color pallate was interesting too. The background was grayish/purplish, and each of the guides were outlined in a dark shade of their respective color. The foil balloon was the only thing that looked different since it had full colors and looked realistic rather than drawn. It looked like it had been cut out of a photograph and photo-shopped into her drawing.

The internal logic behind it being a birthday was that it was the anniversary of the day she had first managed to lucid dream.

I remember downloading the drawing and opening it myself in Photoshop. I wanted to see what was on the newspaper. The headline said something about a famous white racing horses head that had been replaced with a bird's head. I thought it was funny. I tried to zoom in further to read the actual text but it became too pixelated. I could read the headline on the back of the first page that read "Scientists have confirmed that energy from renewable sources is the same color as regular energy." This had something to do with the question that I asked to the drunk girls in the second dream.

1,000 words short of that other really dream journal. (Maybe I should give up on LUCID dreaming and try to see how many non-lucid dreams and fragments I can recall in a single night.)

LD 1pt*5=5
Frag 0.5pt*1=0.5
WBTB 2pt*1=2

Total: 7.5

It begins in a house that is not my own. A friend an I have snuck in, and have no way escape. We jump out of a window into a courtyard, and quickly the woman who owns this property arrives with her dog. I run to the entrance of the house at the front of the courtyard and lie down next to it.I am wearing bright yellow fluorescent colouring and this will simply not do. She sees me, and freaks out. I pretend to be asleep, as if she will think I am simply lost and stumble d here alone. My friend runs away.

She forgts about me and I walk into the house next door. To my surprise, Melanie and her parents are there. I start talking to them, and then enter the closest thing to a lucid moment. I begin my new habit of staring deeply into a girls eyes the entire time we speak. She is noticeable affected by this, and there is a moment of total clarity, me staring at her up and down, drinking in the exact way she looks. Her freckles are more prominent than normal. Her eyes a dark green, beyond normality.

I am suddenly transported to my house. The guys are smoking weed in the living room and there is a knowck on the door. It is a chinese man, apparantly my landlord's husband. He comes in to arrest us for this violation, but I point out a strange wood stove in the front hall that is seemingly the cause of all the smoke. He allows this, and by the end of the converstion he and her are smoking weed with us.

I am transported again. I am in a small garden on an island only 50 feet off the shore of a city. In the middle of the garden is a great energy, a writhing black force that comes out in tentacles, like a curse from a miyazaki film. I speak to it, and it speaks back in the gentle and calm voice of an ancient female entity. The time has come to shake the earth again, perform a hard reset, and this one is going to be more fantastic than any other. I go to the shore to prepare for this. I find two of my friends, one of which is a regular guy, the other a seemingly normal man that I know is actually a timeless magician, who has grown tired of his identity and simply blends in with the world around him.

Suddenly I say "There is going to be an explosion."

Somewhere off the coast, the black spirit expands in an instant, nuking the earth. We stand behind a house, and the shockwave comes full force around the structure but does not manage to move the house itself. We are safe from the initial blast, but the fallout has left everything electrically charged. My friend reaches up to touch this energy, and it jolts him hard, changing his body chemistry. This is magical energy, powerful stuff. He becomes bloated, yellow and black, and begins manipulating. I make contact, and my perception of all around me sharpens, as I no longer see from my body but from cinematic angles all around us. The third man, the old one, opens his arms to the energy, and before my eyes small beings begin to walk off of him. There is a beautiful small red headed girl, a gnome, and many creatures that look this time like the small, good hearted creatures of Miyazaki's films. He tells me that he is not a man, but a magical being who has now been transformed into so much more. His body itself is indescribable, sometimes the same man, sometimes a massive twisting creature made of all colours and densities, staring into my eyes. He reverts to being a withered old man, now surrounded by the community of small beings that have multiplied off of his own, and together we stand, ready to face the new world.

I wake up.

Today, I was rummaging through an old box of toys from when I was a little kid. I found a small metal Thunderbird 1. I instantly appeared to remember it. Not just from childhood, but like I had seen it very recently, possibly in last night's dream. I could be wrong, which is why I added this explanation.

I saw a picture of Earth. There was an "aura" of sorts around it, and large spots on the surface as well. I think the aura was the magnetic field. Suddenly, I realized those spots weren't spots at all. I "moved the camera" sideways, and saw that the spots were actually one big solar flare coming from the sun, on its way to Earth.