non-lucid

I was on a bus going up a hill as it was raining and kind of dark. But just before it got up the hill somehow i got out and began walking home. Which is the opposite direction that the bus was going in. After walking for a bit i woke up on the bed. It was supposedly night time but my family members were staying up late. I ended up finding my dad and telling him about the dream i had about being on the bus when it was raining.

He said something that showed he heard me than was talking to my mom about something. I than walked into the kitchen to look for a snack. I saw boxes of doughnuts lying around and was about to get a chocolate one. But in the fridge there was a big lemon frosted cupcake in a package. I looked in the living room to see my younger brother and asked if it was his. He said i could eat it and that he had another one. I took the cupcake happyily than went into my dad's room.

But it felt like my room. When i looked at the package expiration date i thought about the dream i had and asked my dad if the date was old. I couldn't see it cause it was morphing and hard to see. My dad told me that if i didnt want it i should give it away. But dont come crying back when i miss it for the 800th time.Than the scene changed.


I was now watching the simpsons in a park filled with people and kids who were competing in a racing competition with their favorite toy. Bart was fixing something and the mom asked if he was going to cheer for his skateboard in the race. He said no. The skateboard was racing a black mote control monster truck and was in the lead but just when it was about to win it stopped slowly and the monster truck won.Than the scene went back to me being in my dad's room.

My mom started saying how i shouldn't give away something that is important to me if it was going to just make me sad in the end. I looked at a metal bar i was holding and saw the date Febuary 0 something. Than looked around and got anxious because she was disappearing and i started thinking what if a dc jump me right now. My mom than held my hand and told me not to worry. That the needle thing that happened with Danny wasnt going to happen again. I felt better but than i suddenly reappeared on my mom's bed with her.

As we were laying down i was wondering if the giving away thing had to deal with my dream guide. Than out of no where i was pulled by something and ended up in the air. I shouted for my mom to help me than she jumped and pulled me down holding me tight. There was also this weird bendable, rectangular long, grayish yellowish, plastic/blanket like thing she told me to hold so i would be ok. Than she took me out the room and met with a person who she blamed for causing trouble.

Dirty And Clean

I was inside a school with my cousins and brothers. We were about to go look for the lunch room but as i was walking around something caught my attention.


The next thing i recall is being on a flying small house that was flying above a dirty pond. Than the house sank halfway and i began thinking of Eye. I than appeared in a Maplestory setting where i had been trapped by a hacker.I But after thinking of who the mischievous dream character following me might be i appeared in my younger brother's room.

I was drawing a picture on the bed of a orange skin Egyptian man with a black pastel nose and eye shadow and lips. With orange and yellow eyeballs. Than I began drawing his man skirt with the black pastel and it morphed until it got a black head cover or something of the sort.

It than stood up and made a yellow dress appear. I thought of it as the bad guy and was going to let it dress me up but that I was going to trick it and go back to the good side once I was saved. I stepped into a black skirt it held out for me, the dress changed, than it lifted it up and i was in a net. It pulled me as it ran out the room and i bumped my head with the door. After bumping my head i quickly got out and closed the door. As i felt my head i noticed tiny little red papers that floated down.

After that i took a remote i found that sort of had a game look to it and pretended it was a phone. I managed to get Eye but than thought of Dawn. A boy ended up appearing but he didnt look like Dawn.However, when he hugged me he gave me a cool, clean feeling.

I was in an office inside a skyscraper. It was on a really high floor. In my office, I had a desk, a wooden shelf loaded with books, two file cabinets and a flower pot with strange tall plant. Through a window, I could see people wandering the corridor.

Suddenly the skyscraper trembled and something on the corridor exploded. I quickly hidden behind a desk, just before glass shards flewn through my office. I heard screams - people were hurt, and some of the dead started to move.

When zombies started to run into my office, I decided to jump through the window - I was falling down at high velocity, with no chance to survive. Suddenly I found myself inside a car, and decided to drive through the city. For some reason I had problems with driving. After a while I left the car and entered a building - it was a school of hand-to-hand battle. After a while of talking, I went back to the city, found another car and drove away.

Finally I have reached my destination - a seaside cliffs. Watching the sundown, I moved closer to the edge, and jumped down into the water. Next I swam to a nearby island and entered a shack. I met a zombie there, this one was carrying a tower shield and a battle axe.

I took a stick lying on the ground, and avoiding the his hacks with battle axe, I beat him into a bloody pulp. I took his shield and the battle axe, and went outside. I saw a huge swarm of zombies, jumping down the cliff to reach me.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



I seem to be focused on Loomis Street yet again. However, there are also emotions and realizations associated with our present bedroom on W Street (though it does not quite seem like a typical composite, and yet the setting is limited to the one room, though).

My attention is mostly on an unusual “clock”. It does not apparently serve as a clock though, but some sort of answering machine (though I do not recall having this type of concept appearing in any previous dream).

Only the hour hand is implemented but it does not serve as time-keeping in any way. There is seemingly no minute hand or second hand and the number six, in its proper location, is the only number on the face of the clock.

I move the hour hand to the left (from where it was near the number six), to around where the number eight would be expected to be, and start to hear pleasant music. As I put it in different positions, I hear a lot of very nice music, a lot of it tribal, but with no voices at any point. The audio is very clear (though I do not become lucid).

After spending seemingly at least fifteen minutes listening to very nice music (which apparently is related to being connected to our telephone and plays when we are not home to answer it), I move the hour hand over to the right around where the number four would be expected to be. From around where the number two would be expected to be to that location, there are recordings of my wife or me telling the caller to leave a message, and some of the messages are meant to be in-jokes. I listen to these recordings for a short time (much shorter than when I was enjoying the music) and my dream fades.

Otherwise not very remarkable dream. It started with me working in the garden behind my parental house. I lived there in this dream. I was hoeing vegetables. Then my friend came to visit me. She brought with her piece of ceramic green body(compacted powder for firing to obtain something ceramic... e.g. cup, knife, etc.) I inspected what she brought to me and I was admiring its fine structure- there was no defect in that piece... no bubbles, no cracks. I was wondering how she managed to prepare such high quality structure by using ordinary soil only. We were talking and she helped me in the garden. When the night has fallen, I have brought her to house and we eat dinner. Then we went to sleep.(I left her to sleep in the living room and I went to my own bed.) I fell to sleep and I had a dream:
I was working with living energy originated from my body in that dream. I placed my index fingers about 1 centimeter from each other and I saw stream of golden sparkling light between them. Then that stream started to swirl and made a small sphere between my index fingers. I moved my fingers further from each other and te sparkling golden sphere of energy grew. When it was about half a meter in diameter I shredded that sphere by fast move of my hands... Reality got broken and I was pulled elsewhere... and it woke me up.
I woke up in my bed(in parents house). I went down to living room to look whether my friend sleeps or if she woke up. She was up and in the kitchen, making breakfast. I was telling her about the dream I had. I tried to repeat the feat of that dream, and I was able to make violet stream of light between my index fingers. She was fascinated. The rest of day we talked and I tutored her how to make similar energy flow between her fingers. It was night in that dream when I woke up into reality

Remarks
That was very long dream, I never experienced something like this... Even if I had OBEs in which I experienced eternity...
I'm able to see the stream of light(energy) between my fingers... Of course it is invisible to observer unlike to this dream.

This dream was fun, and one of many that featured friendly serpents.

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One of my friends was looking for information on Rakshis. I assumed that she was referring to Rakshasas from Hindu mythology, and I excitedly suggested that I may have a book about them in my library. She pointed to a book in front of us, and we flicked through the pages together. This book featured information about the Egyptian pantheon. We looked through for information on Horus, or 'Hortet' as he was called here, but found very little that was specific. I turned to look at the cover, and the title illustrated that the book was about the esoteric significance of sexual love or energy as it was expressed between different mythological figures. Interesting enough, but not what we needed. I did have a book that would be more useful to my friend, but it was not on this plane, so I shifted us both over.

We appeared in a vibrant, high-detailed world. We were in a a great, high-ceilinged, conical, brass structure. Grated metallic platforms lead over a bubbling stream which ran through the building. It was lush with vegetation and sun-kissed pond life. We were standing before the exit. Light poured in through the opening, and the stream flowed gently out and down the hillside beyond. Forested hills rolled away towards the horizon beyond. My friend knelt before the book and scanned through it. I recommended she find what she was looking for as soon as possible as we could not stay in this place long.

Already, I could see the spiky backs of crocodiles bobbing in the stream, waiting for their moment to emerge. I told her to run back through the building and leave, and she obeyed without question. I was now there with my friend the Sentinel in the form of a dark slate-grey serpent. The enemy was approaching now and we were in danger. I scooped up the snake and ran back across the platforms to the elevator in the centre of the conical building. It would return me to my own world. The elevator was quite open, ringed with ornate brass bars to keep the occupants from stepping off the side. I dashed inside and closed the gate behind me. I wanted to take the serpent with me, but after I released my grasp on him, he slipped through the bars of the door. I felt anxiety rising that he would be crushed by the mechanics of the elevator and that I would only be able to look on helplessly. Despite my fears, he was perfectly fine, slithering around the bars without difficulty.

The enemies approached as the elevator descended. I knew they were there, but I could not see them. As I slowly descended from view, I saw the serpent coiled and reared up, cobra hood open, defending my path from our pursuers.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



My wife and children and I are living on Loomis Street, it seems (though my wife and children have never been to America). At least that is where my entire dream takes place; in the front part of the house. However, the house is mirrored from north to south - the first distortion of the Loomis Street house in this particular way that I remember. It does not trigger any degree of lucidity that the house is mirrored from my right to my left as such. My family seems to at least partly be living in the first small bedroom.

My sister Marilyn makes an appearance as she was perhaps in the early 1970s (before I even moved back to Wisconsin). She seems healthy and happy. She goes to open her bedroom door and the door mostly falls off the hinges but is still partly attached at the top. She is annoyed and mentions something about how she wanted to listen to Neil Diamond with her door closed (apparently so as not to bother others, including her sickly husband). (This is odd, as she had never listened to Neil Diamond in real life regardless of her huge record, reel to reel, and cassette tape collection.)

I go over and make the offer to fix it, but her husband Bob suddenly shows up as if having just arrived (possibly dropped off by his relatives or perhaps my sister Carol - this is not certain). He insists that he can do it. He looks very ill and begins at the top of the door frame. The hinges are not as they would be in reality. Each of the two hinges in the door frame (the ones that came loose) is held by two silver sets of nuts and bolts, the bolts facing outward from the door frame. He begins to work on the top nut by tightening it with his hands. The other nut below that is there but very loose. The other two nuts (for the bottom hinge) are somehow somewhere in that bedroom on the other side of the door (which is not logical, as the nuts would have rolled into the living room relating to how the door mostly came off, not the other direction). Just as he is tightening the top nut, he drops his left arm (the hinges are on the left side of the door from the living room perspective). He then seems to go into some sort of pseudo-ritualistic trance. I notice that there are dark reddish circles around his eyes and he is wearing no shirt. (He is just in his underwear.) He had arrived in only his underwear and had apparently been in the hospital for a week or more.

He just stands there looking very ill. He starts chanting “Have a headache…don’t care…have a headache…don’t care…” (which seems to mean he does not care about anything in life, even continuing to fix the hinges). I get the strong impression that he is very close to death. I decide that I will manually tighten the other nuts myself, but just as I contemplate tightening the bottom nut of the top hinge, my dream fades.

Zsuzsanna woke with a slight headache and a bit of nausea so it is possible our empathetic link projected into a different dream character (as this has happened before) - even though her character in my dream seemed healthy and happy. In fact, this metaphor (a door not being on all the hinges) does seem to have something to do with empathetic links that need to be strengthened for the health or vitality of both (including at different levels of thought). A door itself is a point between two rooms and often takes a dreamer into different levels of consciousness or awareness.

Precognition unveils. Right after my wife had the television on (and just as I was ready to post this), the first thing she hears is “Neil Diamond…(pause)…No, it wasn’t Neil Diamond”. My wife just smiled at me and said “You’re funny”. Of course, this is a natural event via the Source, like digesting food, not an active “ability” for the most part (at least in this particular case).

Didn't manage to become lucid, but I had some interesting non-lucids so I'm content.

Frags:
Mix of frags from two dreams. Both featured the same park, which had a fence surrounding it. The fence was a different height depending on where you were approaching it from. For the most part, you had to climb over it to get into the park, but there was one section that was lower than the others, making it easy to get ver

I was outside of the park. There was a dog chasing us from the other end of the sidewalk.

I was in the park again ... this time as Santa Clause (I really don't know why).

Dream #1:
I was observing a guy with crutches.
His whole body was shrouded in darkness; I got bad vibes from him. He reached his hand into his chest area. An X-ray appeared, showing his hand moving through his rib cage. There was a weird, spiky protrusion coming out of his heart (which didn't really look like a heart). The guy broke the spike off and then thrust it in the direction of the protagonist, who had already begun to leave. That was his special ability: being able to throw bits of his body, knowing that it would always hit his target. The spike buried itself into the protagonist's upper body, causing him to react in pain. I don't think there were any serious injuries.
The protagonist had gone "there" with 1-2 other people. "There" was the HQ of a group led by a gang leader-ish guy who's name started with a 'C'.

My perspective shifted to that of my dad and I in the car. My dad was driving and I was talking about how I wish I had superpowers. He told me, "why don't you ask Tim?" in Vietnamese. It sounded strange, even in the dream, but I didn't become aware. Later, my dad was talking about pizza. He had a flier with him. Apparently it was from a popular online pizza store, which seemed kind of strange to me. The font and design were fairly basic. Dad was talking about how he was only interested in the "La___" pizza. When I looked at the image for it, it looked like an ordinary pepperoni and cheese pizza. Dad told me that even all the men in our city wouldn't be able to handle it (I'm assuming it's spiciness).

Dream #2:
I remember deciding on which class I wanted to play on an MMO.
I was using a shield on my old character. My old character was pretty well-balanced, a jack-of-all-trades type. There were a bunch of guides for Mage types (I glanced at a pure fire Mage), but that didn't really appeal to me. I was thinking of playing a hybrid type, maybe a 1h swordsman with a shield and magic. The idea of a 2h swordsman with fire magic appealed to me, but I knew that splitting myself between multiple priorities would only weaken me.

I was playing Terraria with K, T, and maybe someone else. I was using a new character with "Joe" in his name. I was using my hook as a Z-air, damaging K, who was chasing me off of a floating island. My hook was much slower than the other's (cause I was a nub) but it still allowed me to traverse the area, so I didn't mind.
B was talking about the abilities granted to "special" classes. One was for werewolf, which gave them the ability to jump even higher. I don't remember how special characters were created, but it sounded kind of useless

Later, the mood of the dream shifted.
I was with another guy, a kid younger than me, who looked like one of my old co-workers. He'd bandaged the big toe of his right foot. I was with DTA, I think. I was leading an army into enemy territory, where battle was already engaged and our side was losing. A brutal fight was being held, with many participants being younger than me. I remember my little brother being near me. We managed to defeat the enemy at one point, but it turned out that most of their members were at a beach. A ceremony was being held there at the moment. I replay the message to DTA and we make our way there.

When we got to the beach, me and a few others opt to "sneaking" in by going onto our knees and elbows and crawling. We made a lot of noise and some kids near the back, probably no older than 13, noticed us. Another battle began. I spent most of that battle in the single room leading to the beach. AL was sleeping in the bed (for whatever reason) and I promised I'd protect him. I switched between different weapons, but I was using dual fruit knives by the end of it. I'd hack and slash at anyone who entered the room. It wasn't difficult defeating them, and I wasn't scared or anything. There was a kid who'd tried to enter. I found out that he was on our side, but he still tried to fight me to get through. Apparently he wanted to join the battle at the beach, and I admired his courage.

Eventually, AL woke up. We exchanged a few words. The dream ended soon after.


COMP TOTAL: 176.5 (my score to beat next time)

I'm occupying someone else's body, and I-the-character am not entirely clear on the body's identity. A woman greets me in Korean, and following her expectations, I enter an elevator. I-the-dreamer am aware that the body I'm occupying owns this building, he's the president of a company, and this is his private elevator to his penthouse suite. There are no buttons inside the elevator; I-the-dreamer am aware it uses facial recognition, I-the-character am surprised when it starts to move.

The elevator opens onto his suite. There are a number of people in the bed, clearly after a party; the body's owner recognizes one of these people, the rest are strangers. I order everyone out; only that one exception stays. He's sitting up against the headboard, wearing an animal's pelt draped over his head, a wolf or a coyote. (It occurs to me after waking up that we were both wearing something else's skin.)

Another man appears, and he grips this man by the throat. I recognize him; he's the reason I-the-character occupied this particular body, in order to meet with him. He speaks to me, believing he's speaking to the body's owner. I-the-dreamer switch to third person because I want to see the expressions of me-the-character.

Speaking in English so that we won't be understood by the man with the animal pelt, I-the-character chide him for being "so eager to sink your teeth."

He says, "Not the only thing I'm good at. But surely we'll still eat this-"

Night #12:

My recall has been awful this last week; I don’t remember becoming lucid for any of these lucid fragments, so I’ll only count them as one DILD.

I was in some strange room and I remembered that I wanted to transform into a dragon. I got down on all fours and felt wings grow from my back and I felt a tail grow from my bum. I imagined myself being green and scaly until I was a pretty little dragon. I took off flying.

I was running down a street at night and I started to run super-fast, until my legs left the ground and I started to float. I remember seeing streetlamps lighting up my path. I summoned Zeus’ lightning bolt in my hands and threw it off into the distance.

I was in a dark room made of wood and I was trying to summon fire in my hands. I snapped my fingers and a small flame appeared on my thumb. I made it grow and then started throwing fireballs and unleashing a steady stream of flames all around me.

I was hanging out with an alien that was wearing tacky early 90’s clothing. I remember that he had green skin and that he was holding an iPhone. I started to control his actions with my mind.


Night #13:

DILD #1:
I was at a supermarket with Dreamer, just looking around. I became lucid when a fish bit my arm, but I made sure that it didn’t hurt at all. I then summoned peas for some reason.

DILD #2:
This one was later in the night. I was fishing with my mom on a tropical beach. There were fish that were hanging out right near the shore and I basically just stuck my hook into the water for half a second and pulled out a huge fish. I tried to think about what I was supposed to do next, and I figured that I was supposed to cook it and eat it. I felt awful just thinking about that.

I stared at the fish flopping around on the ground with a hook in its stomach. I became lucid and made the fish vanish in a puff of smoke. I then summoned peas, beans, carrots, and some other vegetables in my hands for making vegetable soup instead.

Really weird how similar the dreams were with the fish and the peas.

Night #14:

I did SSILD then chanted a mantra about remembering dreams before falling asleep, I think it helped a lot with my recall.

WILD #1:
I had been trying to WILD for ages and I finally started to drift off the sleep. Dreamer had gotten up a few minutes earlier and was coming back into the room. The sound woke me up enough to hold onto my awareness while my body fell back asleep almost immediately. I could hear Dreamer asking me a question about dreams.

I did an epiglottis block RC, then a nose plug. I talked to the Dreamer DC for a minute, telling her how naughty she was for trying to trick me into thinking I was still awake. I slowly got out of bed then wandered down the hall towards the front door. I phased through the door but then it opened of its own accord after I had moved through it. I felt like I couldn’t see, as though I was wearing blindfolds. I imagined that I actually was wearing blindfolds and I reached to my face to try to take them off, wouldn’t work. Everything was very dark but I could tell it was sunny outside. I closed my eyes and teleported, hoping that would fix it.

I ended up in a garage with workout equipment. The floor was made of cement and it was very cold on my bare feet. I walked over to an exercise machine and suddenly my vision got locked into place. I began flying and flailing my body around, but my vision wouldn’t change. I tried to relax because I knew that panicking wouldn’t help. I summoned a staff in my hands, but both the staff and my hands were transparent. I waved the staff around, it looked like it was made out of air or water.

The scene that I was stuck looking at slowly changed into being my bedside table and I could feel my eyes open. I closed them but I could feel my waking life body already.

WILD #2:
I had been trying to fall back asleep for about 10-20 minutes, when I heard Dreamer’s voice again. She was talking about the conversation we had before (in my other WILD). I was onto her tricks this time and I said to her, “You’re not going to fool me, I know that you’re not really Dreamer, speak again sweet angel!”
She started talking more. I did an epiglottis block, then a nose plug RC. I got up and out of bed then ran out the back door this time. It was night time and I could see the moon in the sky. I tried to take off flying but I only got up a little way in the air before I started floating back down. I tried jumping up to make myself fly, wouldn’t work. I went back inside where I saw my dad about to use the toilet. Dreamer was there too, sitting in the kitchen. I woke up.

WILD #3:
The dream started in the bedroom, and I did some RCs to make sure I was in the dream. I got out of bed again and walked into the kitchen. I saw my dad in the toilet, butt naked while peeing. I poked his cheek (not the one on his face ). Then walked back into the kitchen where I saw Dreamer. I waved my hand in her face and said, “You’re coming to the bedroom with me, right Dreamer?”

She turned around and started walking towards the bedroom. I followed her. I altered my body slightly and then hung out with Dreamer for awhile before waking up.

WILD #4:
I did a nose plug, then got up and walked through the wall but I kind of got stuck on it and had to wriggle my body through. It was sunny outside. I tried to think of any tasks that I wanted to do, but I woke up.

DILD:
I was hanging out with Dreamer outside my parents’ house. It was a cold day and there was snow everywhere. She turned into my sister and insisted that she be allowed to drive this car. I became lucid and got into the passenger seat, then teleported to the driver seat, swapping with my sister. There were a couple other dream characters that were hanging out in the back. There was also no roof on this car!

I started driving and then immediately took off flying in the car. The windshield was covered in snow, so I turned on the windshield wipers and they worked! The snow was promptly removed and I could see. I started to fly super-fast across the landscape, but telephone poles/wires appeared all over the place. I tried to navigate through them but they were everywhere. Eventually one got caught on my neck, but I made sure that my body couldn’t be hurt. I then phased through it and it went right through me and the rest of the car. I started focusing on making them disappear until there were only one or two, but I couldn’t get rid of them all completely, so I decided to just land the car. It was sunny outside now. An old man came up to us and started asking us questions about how we were able to fly a car. I woke up.

Had four dreams, but I got lazy with recording. No details on the third dream.

Frag #1:
- A dream of good VS evil. On the good side, there was a guy that could control spiders. He wore a golden suit of armour. Can't really remember what the other guy was like.
- The spider guy wasn't getting enough sleep, so he decided to make a base in an underground cave area. I remember seeing a door attached to the right wall as you descend into the underground. After finishing the base, the spider guy became more well-rested, but others who were friends with him were kind of freaked out.
- "Reaver" / Fire weapons were useless against spider guy, for whatever reason.
- There were certain items called "channels", which were like spells contained in small boxes. The channels were used by the evil side. One of them was a wind channel, which unleashed a huge, continuous gust of wind.

Frag #2:
I become lucid at the end of a dream. I was holding a flower in my hand - a rose, I think. I wanted to try my new conjuration technique. I'm not sure what I was going for, but I managed to make the flower disappear such that I was holding just the stem. Afterwards, I tried to conjure something to replace it, but failed. The stem curled up and then withered away.
I remembered most of my stability routine, but when I thought about my waking body, the dream ended and I woke up.

Frag #3:
There was a girl at our house who needed help with something. She mostly talked with my younger siblings, but when they couldn't figure it out, I decided to help her.
It involved Smash Bros and something overheating when it was being played. The character she mained was Robin, which caught my interest.

Points:
- 2 frags (1pt)
- WBTB (2pt)
- DILD (10pt)
- object changing (5pt)

COMP TOTAL: 171

Hawaii Tsunami

I was on vacation with my family. Though I think it was some unusual extended family where there were additional family members. But they were not original members. Instead, they would just be near-clones of existing family members with perhaps slightly different features. Every clone was just given a number. So it would be like the original Uncle Bob, then a clone of him was named Uncle bob 2, Uncle bob 3, you get the idea. Some family members had upwards of 6 clones, while others, like me and my mom had none.

The hotel we were staying in was up on the volcano a bit. It didn't really fit with the theme of Hawaii. It was like a log cabin/ski resort type place. In fact, I think the general vicinity of it was surrounded by pine trees and snow. I remember that the hotel had a huge open courtyard room in the middle with a pool.

We were just getting checked in and something had happened that I had lost my room key card. In the dream I had my own small hotel room to myself. The room had a painting of my friend S's Fursona on the wall, and he was really buff and riding a horse.

I decided to go down to the beach. To go to the beach, you would have to walk down this dirt trail on the side of the volcano, then through a couple of city blocks with some medium sized apartments, hotels and shops. Then there was a concrete wall that was designed to deflect or absorb Tsunamis. I made my way down to the beach.

I had the strangest sense of Deja Vu, since I dreamed of the beach last night. I didn't become the least bit lucid though.

Eventually the water recedes. I recognize this immediately as a Tsunami is coming. Nobody else seems to notice, or even care really.

I run out of the concrete wall. I see a huge metal door close behind me, dooming everyone who was too stupid to see the water go out. A few other people make it out with me but everyone starts to panic. Just as the door closes, I see the giant wave, twice the height of the wall approaching on the horizon.

I keep running through the city. The wave goes over the wall and begins to demolish the city. I look back and notice that it seems to be moving much slower than a normal wave. I manage to outrun it and get back up the mountain to where the hotel is just in the nick of time. The wave comes just high enough to splash against the front patio of the hotel then begins to recede.

I remember some of the family clones talked about going out to look for survivors. I said I needed to go to my hotel room to get something. But I then remember I had lost/didn't have my room key. This had really bitten me in the butt for some reason.

Apollo 37

To be honest I can't recall if it was actually Apollo 27 or 37. Point is, another space travel dream. I can't remember exactly what the mission is but I think we're headed to the Moon base. They show us this chart with this chart lineup of all these rockets in varying sizes.

We are getting in the very largest of the rockets. This one will only ever be launched once and never again, because the world government is passing some law soon that will ban rockets above a certain size. But we must launch this mission in order to deliver a key component to the moon that is very heavy and cannot be shipped in pieces.

There is also some part of it where we need two extra teams of astronauts to escort the mission and protect it from another space agency who might try to steal the component we are delivering. So they are to ride in side pods on the main rocket.

This is meant to add some level of redundancy after the launch phase. (Something can go wrong with one of the three ships, and crew/resources can just be transferred to/from the other two.) Apparently in this alternate timeline or future or whatever, this buddy system is common practice in space travel.

The big day arrives and they ask us to get on board. I remember they got us into the seats. Marcus was involved somehow at this part. I think he got aboard with me. I don't remember us launching or in space or anything, however. I have some vauge fragments of arriving at a space station attached to a miniature moon, but I think that might be mixed up with another dream.



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Alternate fullmetal alchemist opening/introduction. Only in some weird way I was Edward Elric and the entire series took place in the dream world.

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Something to do with black roses and a greeting card.

Very long and absurd dream. The plot was about me and Noah Bennet trying to save what was left of his daughter Claire. She wasn't really a person anymore. More like a handful of ashes that somehow retained her intelligence and personality. I even suggested putting it in a robotic body, to bring her back. Anyhow, there was a car chase. Noah driving, me in the passenger seat. We went over a cliff at some point, but we both got out alive. Somehow I'd managed to hold onto "Claire".
After all this (and much more, forgotten action), we arrived at a house (their house?).

I remember a "guy" showing up, but he wasn't a normal human. Not human at all, actually. He was exceptionally strong, and wanted Claire at all costs. I tried fighting him. Not sure how that worked out.

I was with my father. He said grandpa was dead. He's in pretty bad shape in real life. Doubt he'll see the end of next year. Anyway, I got really emotional. Not just because of grandpa, but because it reminded me of my dad's mortality and that I'd lose him too one day. I cried quite a lot. My dad looked at me like I had two heads. Showing emotion isn't really acceptable in that side of the family. I forced myself to quit and said something like "I'm fine, I'm invincible to emotion," or something absurd like that.

I was walking through a town/city with Claire by my side. I could see some guys floating around, and thought to myself, "I can do that too, but better!". Yeah, I wanted to show off. I flew around a bit (not just floating), from building to building. At some point I was pretty high up inside a building (it was a pretty exposed spot, no walls). I waited too long and got scared of heights again (the dream felt 'too realistic', I could feel gravity). I didn't dare jump down again. Suddenly, something happened to Claire right below me. She was severely hurt. Caring about her made me forget about my fear, and I jumped down - floating gently to the ground. I held Claire in my arms. She was covered in blood, but recovered quickly (as kind of expected). Somehow, I learned she had done that to herself/let someone else do that to her to help coax me down. I think she was happy because it also showed I genuinely cared about her. Not sure what happened next. I remember kissing her? And boobies. Yes, boobs.

Battle at sea (Battlefield 1942 style), I was piloting a bomber. I dropped bombs on an enemy ship. I don't think they had much effect at first. I was taken down, and had to bail out. In the water, I could see my target capsize, and realized I must have hit it anyway (or did my crashing plane hit it?)