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11.11.2012

Father is Angry, Meeting Morpheus, Zune HD Near Death, Fighting Agent Smiths, Tailed Beast Rasengan (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Decided to do some narrating (in waking life mind you) for my tulpa, and asked her if she can help me recall all of this detail. Seems it's working out pretty well, considering I didn't do a WBTB whatsoever.

It seems I quickly turned off the laptop alarm to wake me up within an hour and 5 minutes, and I didn't want to risk using the other alarm that does get me up, because I might've forgotten to set it to another time to prepare the apartment, since I'll be having a guest for the week.

Anyway, whether or not it's just me being able to get major snippets in images of the dreams, or her actually providing me with them, since after all, she is a construct of my mind, I'm glad I'm involving her into helping me recall these things, and ACTUALLY have a bit of a longer syntax, and a few out of norm vocabularly that I'm too lazy to bother using nowadays.

Anyway, on to the dream.


I hear a doorbell ringing, and I'm inside a house that I've been to in waking life. It's either early morning or late night. The door is opened, and I quickly somehow concealed myself outside. The only way that's possible are:

1. I had a short dream shift
2. I phased through the walls
3. I teleported myself
4. I transported myself
5. *Insert weirdness of dreams defying logic here*

I noticed that my father is wearing an army uniform from top to bottom, faded green torso and pants, with brown boots and faded dark yellow rubbery soles. I'm hiding between the edge of a wall, and the middle of an intersection of it that would split into another wall that would be coming towards you when you're looking at this screen.

I peeked over to see my father confused on why the door would be opened in the first place. He starts to move around a bit, still puzzled. Like the moment he went through the door, you know how someone automatically states something because they assume you're there?

Here's how it went.

He comes in, he starts saying (I can't remember exactly)

"*insert sentence that ends up being cutoff*------------"

He stops, pauses, looks around, and then I finally decided to come out of my hiding place. He turns around and I smile at him, trying to show that I was just being a little playful with him. I realized I'm seeing myself in third person perspective, but at the same time, I'm interchanging between spectator mode and direct third person view.

I also noticed I'm wearing black clothing overall. Black Jacket that extends near my knees, black dress shirt, and black dress pants. My attempt at trying to play around with my father by hiding and then showing myself to him, like some kind of naive kid who thinks babies come from storks, is automatically disowned.

His visage clearly shows he didn't approve of me joking around, obviously because he had the conception that we were missing, went somewhere else with the house wide opened, or were completely oblivious to the door being opened while doing random things in the house.

He tries to say something in anger from my actions, but stops immediately and just makes the sucking sound when you suck where the sides of your mouth close in on your teeth, and you suck them backwards. I felt awkward at his reaction, and I felt like I did something horribly wrong by doing all of this.

I tried to kill the awkwardness by randomly stating that my mother is currently showering, so she wasn't able to come out immediately to open the door. But this doesn't work.

The dream shifts a bit and it seems he has a guest, and he looks exactly like Morpheus. Morpheus is wearing a black suit jacket that extends all the way down near his ankles, 5 inches above it I'd presume. I have the assumption that this is Oneironaut Zero, and I get closer to him.

Morpheus seems to be really passive in this dream, and I'm still holding on to the conviction that he was Oneironaut Zero for some reason, and I think I gave him a little poke to the arm. He turns around and says,

"Oh!"

"Who are you?"

Note: I still believed he was Oneironaut Zero in this dream at the time, and I state, "I'm Linkzelda"

He responds, "Oh really? Heh."

I reply back, with passive disappointment that he doesn't remember me, "Yep, I'm him." The dream now shifts where I'm sitting on a simple brown rectangular table that has its longer sides perpendicular to me. My father is in front, and I believe Morpheus is either on the left side, or sitting with my father.

I think my mother is on the right, which is a bit odd, but anyway, Morpheus starts stating some things I can't remember, and by this point, I'm not sure if I still believed that he was Oneironaut Zero. I just treat him like any other dream character that I'm having a passive awareness while conversing with him.

It seems some of my answers irritate my father, and I look at him. He makes an awkward facial expression of his mouth hanging down slightly, eying at me weirdly. I look at him and felt awkward from this awkwardness.

Then I sublimated that energy into passive-aggressiveness. I wanted to be pissed at him, but I didn't want to do it in front of two people, excluding him and me. I just get up from the chair slowly, building up my rage, still sublimating it passively with the conviction I occasionally conform to when I do get pissed:

I did so by spreading my arms out, with my palms facing him, and fingers completely spread apart. I indirectly gave him my response of "You know what, fuck this shit, it's useless getting pissed at you" basically.

I slowly walk backwards, with my head facing the floor, and I don't even dare stare at him from this point. The moment I turned my back to make it face him, I started to let the rage sublimate a bit more through my facial expressions, still keeping it all silent from him and the two other DCs there.

I go into my room, close it normally, even though I wanted to slam it harder and faster. My room isn't the room that I recall from the house I was at temporarily in waking life, but the rest of the house before I came in here was mostly identical.

The overall color in the room is brown, but based on my passive awareness to focus on my peripheral vision, there's a but of maroon or dark red mixed in with the brown. I look on a small light brown table, and noticed my Zune HD is there.

Okay, guess I can listen to some music and calm myself down from this whole bullshit interaction with my father's random aggressiveness at me. I take my Zune HD and place it on my right hand. I can't really feel the cold contact of the metal being dormant, but I feel something in my hand.

Then before I turn it on, I start analyzing it more, and realized there's something wrong with it. The back of it seems to be slipping off fairly easy, and this makes me worry. I start believing that this Zune HD is close to being useless and not workable anymore.

I started to get worried that $150-180 (the range amount I paid for before the price changed) at the time would be going to waste. I look at my Zune HD, and it turns on, but not the way it's supposed to be.

Instead of having a progressive loading bar starting from the bottom until it reached the top, a light blue screen that's a little smaller than the Zune's screen size pops up. Kind of like how if you have a Gamecube and have no disc, or it can't read a disk, the transparent cube shows up.

In this case, it's like that, except it's a slightly 3d-ish rectangle that's parallel to the Zune HD's standard vertical position. There's black font that states how I could pay $70 or an amount near that to repair my Zune HD, instead of having to pay $150 for it again.

I get confused, because my Zune HD is on, so why would I need to worry? Unless it was some kind of emergency feature that was built into it for this moment. Then the words transitioned to prompt me a message of something related to the Zune HD probably having contact with water before.

What???

I overhear my mother talking to my father in relation to how I expressed how pissed I was from him being pissed at me for no apparent reason. I started to block out their conversation, and proceeded to sit on the small bed next to me on the right. I decided to lie down on my back with my arms folded upwards so that my elbows face the ceiling.

I started to have random thoughts:

It's hard to verify if this was a separate dream, or all at once, so I'll just put it here and assume it was just one dream, because it had some kind of similar pattern

One noticeable one was that I was running around the HECC building at my university, and agent-Smith like DCs were coming after me. I started to run calmly and swiftly. The overally atmosphere in this environment during this speculative mindset was light gray. It felt like it would become night time soon, or that it could possibly rain.

The building that looked like the HECC building forms into something else I assume when I decided to open the glass door. There were these wooden chairs with a soft red cushion on top of the seating base.

They were all lined up, and I decided to go near them and align them at random positions to confuse the Agent Smith. I started to do random movements to dodge them. I was using my hands to do a lot of handstands and twisting and flexing my body around.

I was confusing the agents, and I'm not even sure if I have full control of my body, but I let whatever is happening happen. I think I recall at some point, either when the dream in this speculative mindset I'm in reset where I was wearing a golden eagle mask, and was doing things much faster than before.

It's hard to recall if it was a dream reset, or a part that I forgot and realized later on...

Then I had another dream shift where I thought I couldn't use the Rasengan or the Rasenshuriken, and because of this, I was annoyed, and I still felt like the agents were coming after me. From this rage, it seems I was unconscious of how I made a gesture when Naruto was trying to form the Tailed Beast Rasengan in episode 264 in the anime.

It didn't really feel heavy forming the Tailed Beast Rasengan, and I'm not sure if I'm really forming it at all, but I'm still locked into the position where I have my arms out into a circle trying to balance the heaviness.

From there, I'm not sure what happens next.

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11.11.2012

1-Q Formula (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being in a dark room, all by myself. I was most likely preparing to go to sleep, and I have a lot of recollection of thoughts of what I did in the dream, or at least implanted memories on what I could've done or didn't do at all.

Either way, the room I'm in is like the interior of an Asian mini-temple house with the light doors made of wood and paper-like material that you would have to slide horizontally to open or close. The overall color, despite of the darkness that's pretty strong here is brown, dark brown specifically.

The flooring however, is vanilla white, a bit rough since it seems to be thousands or hundreds of thousands of fine fabric perpendicularly on top of each other. As I'm going to sleep, I keep myself half-awake, and my eyes 1/4 open. Someone comes in, and it's some random blonde dream character. He gets a white paper that was on the floor at the time, and he gets a black ink ballpoint pen to write some number along with a letter equaling some kind of value.

I believe the closest association I can recall of what it could've been was:

1-Q = *insert value here*

I know for sure he had a value entered in, and while he's writing the formula, he messes up in between, but quickly scratches it and writes the formula correctly. He puts the paper down and puts his pen back in his pocket.

I'm asking my tulpa how the person looked like, and here's the image that she's giving me:

He was a teenager, or a young adult my age. He had a white cap on that was turned backwards, and he was wearing an orange shirt with red lining near the edges of the open sleeved sports jersey shirt he had on. His pants were most likely black, and he was fairly skinny.

He seemed to be around my height, give or take a few inches, and it had curly dirty blond hair, but that could've been the cap that made it looked curly. He seemed like a friendly person, despite me being creeped out he went into this room while I still had my eyes 1/4 the way opened.

That's all I recall for this one.

11.07.2012

Knives on my Deltoids (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have a false awakening, and I noticed that on my left deltoids, I have some kind of knife object on my arm. It's not causing any pain for me, and I slowly take it out, no kind of pain at all.

I even take it near my mouth to see if I can taste something out of it. It's really dark in this area, I can barely see anything except for what's contained on my bedroom, which makes sense for the dream to have the same dark environment at night in waking life.

I look at my left Deltoids once more, and there's another oddly shaped black knife object. I do a reality check, realized that I'm dreaming. I feel like I can't move the lower regions of my body, or maybe I was just too sleepy to care.

I take the knife out again, and decided to not lick it this time, I took out several knives that appeared out of nowhere back to my left deltoids again.

It got annoying, so I decided to go back to sleep.

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11.07.2012

Akashic Records Attempt (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I noticed I felt intense vibrations all over my body, I don't know how, but I guess that 5 hour sleep that I didn't want helped at some point. I guess I got around 10 hours of sleep last night, excluding the 1 hour unintentional WBTB I did.

Now, if I wasn't so bothered on how lonely I felt in this dream, I could've found my Akashic Records, or the location of it, or at least, a guide that can help me access it.

What a waste of potential, but I guess I have to take baby steps, considering how I was able to change my dream scene pretty well. Didn't really have to worry about stabilization, I just engaged into passive thinking while having some kind of focus of movement, since I could walk and run just fine.

It's hard to recall how I was able to become lucid from this, probably from a micro-awakening that I just was fortunate to be cognizant of, or maybe through those same vibrations, but I have full control of my body throughout the course of this dream.

The same kind of emptiness I experience when I pull off a WILD. No one is there, it's all me, this definitely doesn't feel like a lucid dream. It feels so different, no signs of danger, no signs of people, nothing, just me, and the environment.

It's so quiet, that I found it a bit scary. It was a bit dark, but there was adequate lighting here and there. I'm inside of a fancy house, I'd go as far to presume that this was a mansion that had several empty houses next to it. I walked slowly, not at a reasonable pace throughout the dream.

I ask in a moderately loud voice,

"Is anyone there? Anyone?!?!?"

No response at all, not even a cricket sound from outside, not even a simulated buzzing of the A/C in the house either. Complete solitude.

I decided to go to a random exit from the house, and headed outside. It's still dark outside, and I noticed the surface is covered with autumn leaves all over. There's random slopes around the area, and I'm currently going down a slope of autumn leaves, and find that there's another house within my linear path. I can hear slight sounds of my feet crushing on the dry autumn leaves as well, and even a little friction between each one I step on

The door is opened already, and there's even more lighting inside. There's all sorts of accessories and furniture here. To name a few:

-Grandfather clock
-China set within a Cabinet (or at least the cabinet to contain them)
-White cloth over a fairly long dining table.

It's like I'm at an environment with more than enough houses and a mansion, except there's no one to share it with. I start contemplating more on the deep solitude I'm in, and finally, took the initiative to try and change things.

The thought of the Akashic Records came into my mind. Thank goodness I remember that. However, at the same time, I started to have other thoughts competing for my acknowledgment, maybe 3-4 thoughts in total. I decided to start things off by doing a lucid dream scene technique for once.

I take my right foot out, then I put my left foot on top of it, and started to do a dream spin rapidly with my arms spread out. I can hear the SWOOSHING sounds and rapid lines forming around me that represent strong winds circulating around my field of vision. There's an orange background surrounding me while I'm seeing my arms go around with my body in first person view.

For once, I do a dream spin for the first time that ends up in a successful dream change. The environment feels familiar, but it's definitely different than before. I'm on a set of stairs, half-way from getting to the floor of this big house full of items and furniture, but no people.

That's what I thought for a few more seconds, until I looked down, and saw someone below me on my right next to the wooden bars supporting the wooden railing on the stairs. The man is wearing a black shirt, and in the middle of his chest, there's a red font bordered with a contrasting color from the black shirt with the letters "OT" on it.

He looks up at me, and I realized he looks a lot like my previous Pre-Calculus teacher before I moved to my last High School before graduating. The visage looks similar, except he had a darker tone than Mr. S.

He tells me to follow him, and I slowly go down the stairs, having growing suspicions on his slightly authoritative declaration.

But since this is a dream, I just went with the flow, and from there, I forget what happens next. All I remember from this point is that I'm right behind him, and we're headed towards a beam of light within a room. Possibly somewhere that can help me find my Akashic Records....but I don't know...

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11.07.2012

Clapping and Belly slapping (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I know this isn't the initial point of the dream, but I'm following a female, and we're both headed for some kind of Science Lab for class. We reach the building, and we presumed that there's no lab today, but then someone informs us that we should check the upper floors. So we go to an elevator together, and found there's people going inside a fairly large lecture room.

Inside the same room, it's saturated with orange-yellow lighting, and all of the seats are dark green with a plumped cushion type of material. I go inside, and sat next at a random area out in the front. There's so much shit going on in this dream, I don't even know where to start.

Okay, we're required to do some kind of simulation where we have to beat these girls in pink who are cheerleaders of the University/school/college/whatever. We have to slap our bellies and then clap after that, and we have to chain this for as long as we can.

I end up doing pretty good, but the moment I screw up and have to pause, the points on the screen in front of me that's set up like an electronic voting booth goes down dramatically. I have to keep up the pace, and I know that somewhere, the cheerleaders are doing their part of the simulation just fine.

Everything ends, class is over, and I'm the last student in there. My professor is an Asian man who looks like that guy from the new Hawaii 5-0 show. He took out a sheet of paper with my results, and I think it was a 314 or something like that. It was a fairly low score, at least to me, and I started to comment on how much of a failure I am.

He begs me a pardon, and I said, "Oh nothing!"

Then he starts talking about random things that I can't recall.

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11.07.2012

Dioscar steals my Runescape money and items (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In short, Dioscar, a friend I had in middle school, decides to hack into my Runescape account. I don't know how he does it, but he tells me he does, and he starts running off like crazy.

I started to have a memory that I had 30 million gp in my bank before, and probably a few other valuable items. I get pissed, but I can't get to him. I open the door to get into my room, and I see a Yu-Gi-Oh! character that looks like the bald dude with the black marking on his face who was probably a relative or servant of Marik.

With the help of a good person in waking life, it's Odion. Odion has the purple robes, and has the hood over his head. He seems to be bending down near the bed, and turns around and looks at me. I look at him for a while to see who he really is. He doesn't seem to want to attack me or anything, so I close the door quickly and got out.

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11.07.2012

My Pants are Loose (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm shaking hands with someone that looks like Jerry in waking life, and as I'm doing that, I feel like my ass is exposed for another guy to see.

I can just feel it, and I noticed he was looking at my exposed ass, so I quickly pulled up my pants, which were black shorts by the way. I also was wearing a black shirt with a gray vertical line on the left and right side of the shirt starting from the collar until the bottom of the shirt.

I tried to play this off like nothing happened, but the moment was awkward either way.

11.07.2012

Three Types of Woman (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much, other than I have to meet three types of woman.

There's two women, that I can't really describe, and the last one is a pre-op transwoman. For some reason, the moment I hear that, I had a mental image that she would be anally raped by men.

Ugh.....

11.04.2012

Finding Food for Erii (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I would've recalled a lot more if I decided to stay up a bit.

I think I'm wearing a white suit, similar to what Wu Jing wore in "Sha Po Lang" when he played as Jack.

I meet Erii, at least the previous avatar of the blue colored striped Umbreon she had.

I think Erii showed her human form as well, but she was wearing a black hoodie jacket with the hood over her face. I think she asked me to find some food for her. We were near at the front of a house near a cul-de-sac neighborhood, and it seemed to be either night time, or early morning.

I forget my response to her, but based on the series of events coming later on in the dream, I most likely replied to her that I'll help her out. I started to dash quickly, though I'm not sure of where I'm going. I pick up the pace, and realized I'm in a random city at night.

There's just blurred city lights everywhere, and for some reason, I feel like I don't belong here at all. In fact, I even feel like I'm supposed to be hiding from someone. I hear motorcycle sounds getting louder and louder, and out of reflex, I decided to just fall down on my stomach to avoid whatever it is that's coming to me.

Nothing bad happened, it's just a line of people riding motorcycles at 15-25 miles per hour, and they were fairly close to the sidewalk edge I had my body on top of. After that, the dream shifts, to where I think I probably went through a portal of some kind.

This same portal that's showing what's on the other side, there's a cafeteria.

Then I most likely thought, "Oh, this means I can find something for Erii to eat" (not really thinking it, just having the reflex to help her out coming back to my awareness, if that makes any sense?)

After I go through this portal, there's people circling around me, people that I knew during second to last High School I moved to during my whole high school years. Their faces are all too familiar, the same people I hanged around in the round table during high school are not making a circle around me.

It's too overwhelming, these were people I didn't know that much because I moved to different High Schools to since we needed to find better housings. They look at me, they have neutral expressions plastered on their visages.

This pisses me off for some odd reason, I look at one guy who looked like Shawn, if that's even his name. He looks just like him, the black hair with spiky ends in the front, wearing a white shirt, and regular black shorts. He just looks down on me while I'm sitting on the table.

I have to get out of here, these people who clearly knew I wouldn't talk to them in waking life (except for the females I hanged around with), and probably had mixed feelings of hanging out with them in lunch....I had to get out of here...quickly.

I launch myself off the table, and just ignored my peripheral vision, and continued moving forward, ignoring all those random people in my life that I never gave any concern over, realizing that I only was around them because I was insecure with sitting along in High School, especially with 100s of people my age who have the habit to glance over at anyone that would sit by myself.

Those feelings, those petty insecurities kept augmenting, I wanted to get out, I just wanted to get the hell out of there....I kept running...after that....I can't remember anything else. Those feelings made me forget why I came to that area in the first place, to get Erii some food.

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11.04.2012

Crab Rangoon and Random Commercials (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I take out a To-Go Box that looks like it was from an Asian Restaurant out from the fridge. I open it, and find all sorts of delicacies here.

There's a lot of Crab Rangoon, in huge sizes, at least compared to the waking life versions I get occasionally nowadays. There's Chicken and Fried Rice, but I pay most of my attention on the Crab Rangoon.

I plan to take all but two left inside the box, and apparently my mother is sitting on the round table I have in my apartment in waking life to the right. I'm ignoring her at the moment, or at least passively accepting her existence. I take a bite out of one Crab Rangoon, feeling the chewy texture of the cream and other contents.

I can't recall if I tasted anything, but whatever the outcome, I do know that I enjoyed eating it. I was planning to heat them up, but I literally ate them in a few bites each, they were that good I'm guessing. I asked my mother if she wanted the last two, and I believed she said I can have them.

I take the last two, eat them out, and now the dream shifts where I'm watching something on the T.V. I'm not even sure if this was a T.V., my laptop, or some kind of electronic device that acts like both.

I realized I'm sitting at the living room, and the light for it is turned off while the laptop/whatever it is gives off most of the light in that area. The kitchen to my right has the lights on, and my bicycle in waking life is practically gone in this dream.

The carpet is still the same, a really light brown color, and the walls have or are close to the color of the vanilla-covered walls in waking life.

The first commercial portrays Bill Maher, and he's wearing a Camelot type of knight outfit. Shiny Gray metal arm pods with a metal chain vest. He also wears a red cape, and he's holding a baby with both of his hands.

The baby is making a lot of farting sounds, and it starts to get annoying, and I was wondering if someone was making fake farting noises or something. A baby cannot shit or fart that much.....EWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Then there's another commercial with Bill Maher in a different situation, then another, and one more. A total of 4 commercials together that seemed to be different trailers for the same movie with him in it, though I can't recall the name of the movie that was going to show up at the end of each of them.

I can't recall much after that.

10.29.2012

Deformed, Gray, and Fur-less Dog (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being under of an open trunk of a random vehicle that looks like a Jeep Grand Cherokee or something. Similar to the vehicle my father uses, and I have my mother to the left of me. She's wearing one of those transparent black blouses with the fancy black designs over it that have a darker shade than the smoother material.

Then I see a dark-skinned lady, assuming she's a random person in the neighborhood, walking with her dog. The dog doesn't have any fur, has gray skin, and seems to be a mix of a bloodhound and some other dog. Oh and, it doesn't seem to have all its legs intact.

In fact, it just has two, and a compact body to balance our those two legs. It also has its head out of balance from this body, but it surprisingly can balance itself just well. The dog starts running around away from its owner, and I start getting worried. The dog tries to come after me and my mother, and other people who are around us that I didn't bother to look at, but the owner screams at it to signal it back.

The owner doesn't even apologize for the fact that the dog was THIS close from potentially biting someone. Then the dog gets more aggressive by trying to get closer to us more often, making circles. Eventually, it passes on the left side, and I thought it was going to get my mother.

I told my mother,

"WATCH OUT!" But she doesn't seem to be bothered by this dog at all, and based on her facial expression barely moving, as if the dog's not even there in her perception, I tried to calm down and ignore it.

However, my legs are literally shaking, and I can't control them, which sustains the fear of the dog probably biting me all over again. The dog takes another circle around the area we're in, and it slowly comes behind me. I'm still looking inside the trunk of the jeep, but like, I probably had some remote viewing going on, since I can see what's behind me without turning back.

The dog gets closer, without showing its teeth by the way, but I get too scared when it's at least 4 inches from touching my skin.

I wake up afraid, and I closed my eyes back again after a few seconds to get the backyard dream coming next.[/INDENT]_________________________

10.29.2012

Black Bears in Backyard (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with my father somewhere at the side yard of a house. Some people come in, and they claim to be insurance agents. They asked us if we have insurance. My father probably gives them a response to give them more time to talk about things before they answer.

So I follow my father out of habit, and he's paying attention to someone in the backyard. He's making facial expressions to them that obviously portrays that we needed to get them out of the side yard. I don't know why he can't just tell them they have an insurance company already and make them leave.

Anyway, he eventually tells me that once he gets out, he made a path way in order for me to get out, but I would have to be the bait in order to trick the people into coming to the back yard instead. I go to the two people, one is young man in his early 20s, and the other is a woman in her 40-50s.

I tell the guy and lady that we should take this matter out in the backyard, where we can have a better conversation. The guy seems like he's not buying it, and responds, "Mhmmmmm.........?"

But he complies, and so does the lady. I send them to the backyard, and I'm trying to get the urge to just dash the hell out of the area. I just can't, and my father abandons me completely, I don't know why. When they have their backs turned, I saw the back door was open, which led to a kitchen inside. I tried to escape my way, but it would be too obvious that I would need to open the front door to really get out.

So I ended up pretending I was looking for something in the sink, and felt like they would turn back to see what I would do to have a conversation with them. I turn back, and look at the backyard, and saw 3-4 Black Bears. For some reason, I didn't feel scared, but the agents didn't want to go anywhere near them.

I agree that they were kind of scary and unexpected, and they are fairly big, at least when compared to the overall surface area of the backyard. I go out to the backyard, and there's one bear close to me. I get closer, and put my hand out, and it basically acts like a cat.

By acting like a cat, I mean when my hand is near its nose, it starts sniffing and trying to rub its fur against my hand playfully. It likes me, and I sense that the other bears are not hear for aggression of assault, unless provoked of course.

After a while, I get so distracted that I accidentally let the same one I was playing with come in. Then I had the urge that it should get out of the kitchen, and the agents were literally backing away near the door, waiting for the bear to get out. I also remember the bear wanted to make fisting actions, so I bumped my fist into its fist, and we pretended that we were bobbing and weaving for a few seconds.

LOL.


It seemed the back door exterior to be exposed outside turned out to be the inside of the door of a fridge when you open it, except it's empty, or near empty in the dream.

After that happens, I forget what happens next, still have to get the insurance agents off my ass after my father "supposedly" gave me a method to escape if I followed it.

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10.29.2012

Prince of Tennis National Matches (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I recall watching some matches, like real matches instead of watching the Prince of Tennis Series on the computer. Seigaku is facing some team wearing red jackets. I go up to get a racquet that I presume to be mine. It has a green circular base, and regular white strings. Then I almost made one racquet fall, but I quickly catch it before it did, and moved it back into its original spot, which was near a red tennis bag I believe.

I look to my right, or my left, since I had my back facing the courts. I look to find that Kaidoh and Inui are out there getting ready to face the team. I even started to say to myself,

"I guess it's Kaidoh's turn now." Then someone tells me, "No."

I look again at the court, and realized Kaidoh and Inui are a doubles pair, not a singles pair. Then to the right of me, I see Tezuka playing a match with a dark-skinned opponent with the red jacket. I took interest in Tezuka's match above all others that I could see in my vision at the time.

It seems its taking at a far-end court, but I can see just clearly. Then things zoom in, and it turns out, they're not playing tennis anymore after a while. It seems Tezuka is gambling with the other guy, like gambling with Chocolate. The fancy milk chocolate with raisins and no raisins probably that's wrapped in a purple wrapper.

The dark-skinned opponent wins, and I'm shocked that Tezuka lost. Tezuka literally has to push all his chocolate bars to the opponent, like as if they're playing poker or something, except with chocolate. I started to get worried if Seigaku was going to win against this random team with red sports jackets.

After a while, my faith started to increase after I see other teams literally owning everyone else, and it seems the chance to win are in our favor. This makes me distracted and do some random things I can't recall too well.

After a while, I'm informed Seigaku won, and I was shocked, probably because the time I left to do random stuff, and to be informed was fairly quick.

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10.29.2012

Buying a Bra and Panties (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking with Tezuka from Prince of tennis, and he's in his milky violet shirt and regular smooth dark blue jeans. We're walking in an aisle, and I see there's a woman's bra that's packed in a plastic bag for sale. I pick it up for no apparent reason.

Tezuka seemed to had some weird interest to look at it as well, and then I found there's a woman's underwear for sale as well. So I picked both up, and ended up feeling the woman's underwear. So maybe I picked up a random underwear that wasn't in a bag.

I asked Tezuka if he can pay for these since-------- he immediately agrees before I get a chance to finish my sentence. He probably could sense that my excuse for getting it was going to be lame, and decided to just buy it for me. Then we get out of the aisle, and are now in the long hallway of the store perpendicular to the aisles behind us.

There's a huge Fast Food type of place on the perpendicular side we're on, and they're serving all sorts of food. Meatballs, Corn dogs, etc. Tezuka takes interest, and looks at some of the food that's uncovered from the metal tray they used, probably to conserve heat and make it hit back and forth on the food.

Tezuka finds what he wants, which is some kind of long corn dog food item, but I had the feeling that what's inside is not the type of meat he wanted.

We asked one of the servers if they had some kind of long corn dog food available with the preferred meat Tezuka probably wanted, which I can't remember. The server said they ran out of it, and even double checks by placing his hand into some random yellow liquid inside one of the metal cooking trays.

That was so disgusting.....

I can't remember much after that.

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10.29.2012

RE4: Me vs U3 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alright, so the dream starts off pretty intense...like REALLY intense.

First off, I'm controlling Leon from Resident Evil 4, at least that's what I'm presuming. I have Ashely follow me, because there's this monster that looks like the U3 boss you would face right after the epic knife fight with Krauser, and has features resembling the Regenerator.

The U3/Regenertor hybrid was mostly just the form of the picture of the U3 above, it's just that it had stretchable arms like the Regenerator, which is why I considered it a hybrid.

Ashely runs to the other corner (thank god she's using her brain for once), however, because of this, I think she sets some kind of activating in the room I'm in to occur. The room she's in consists of a gray colored metal walls with windows to see what's inside the room I'm in.

The room I'm in, it contains dark shades of crimson red, and if I remember correctly, the place is designed to be fairly heated above room temperature (which kind of makes sense, since I had my heater in my apartment set to around 85-89 degrees from this cold weather). It was similar to the Crate and Metal Place in RE4 where Leon and Ashely jumped off into a huge trash bin area to encounter a few Regenerators

For some reason, I trip and land on my back, and I started doing some Resident Evil 6 tactics here. I stay on the ground, and move by pushing my legs one after the other, WHILE I'm aiming at the U3/Regenerator hybrid.

I forget what gun I'm using, but whatever it is, I know it's a rapid-fire AT least. The monster is walking fairly slowly, adding on to the suspense. After a while, the monster gets ahead of me. I don't think it's concerned about me at all, it's fixated on Ashely.

I turn around, realized I can get up, but was staying on the ground for the whole time for some reason before the monster decided to change plans. I try to get inside the room where Ashely was before the monster did, but the monster ends up grabbing Ashely and killing her.

I get the screen prompting that Ashely's dead, and the dream resets on me. Now I'm back to the same scenario in the beginning, except this time, I'm standing up. I get a little closer to the monster than usual, since I'll be more agile to back away in case it tried any funny stuff with me.

I think for a moment, it's size was a little smaller than usual, and I see that it magically made a bicycle appear, and it started to ride it to get away from me, and go back to Ashely. I'm in the same situation where I'm trying to run before it gets to her, but it turns back to being the full sized U3, and chops my head off with it's flexible blade arm.

Then as Leon's head is chopped off, and he's down on his knees before he falls to the ground, the monster chops Ashley's head off as well. I don't think I saw the actual heads being chopped off, but there was a distinct sound for both Leon and Ashely confirming that it had to be a head chop kill.

I get the "You are Dead" Screen, but I quickly had the dream reset before the words could fully form. Ashely does her thing and goes to that other room, and I'm shooting at the U3/Regenerator thing again. This time, I'm watching out for it trying to make a random bicycle appear and ride off to avoid me.

After a while, since the monster is walking so damn slow, and I didn't want to risk it doing the bicycle stunt over again, I turn around, and started dashing for the room Ashley's in. I'm trying my best to not look back, and run with all my might. I get inside of the room, and I prompt Ashely to follow me. We're doing pretty well.

Then after going around in the U-shaped room (hahaha U-shaped, after facing a U3), we find ourselves with a door that requires both of us to press a button on the side at the same time. I activate the small screen pad on the right side, and them prompt Ashely to quickly press the button at the same side.

I have a feeling the U3 is using the bicycle to catch up to us, but I'm focusing more on getting the hell out. We continue running, until there's a door that's blocked off with patches of planks over each other. In that same moment we were running, in my head, there was split-second thinking that started to become much slower.

So within that small time frame, I had a visualization that the U3 would come charging at us. would purposefully take advantage of it doing so by staying in front of the blocked off door, and then ducking at the right moment the U3 thinks it would get me, but would break the door with it's accelerating force instead.

I had another visualization that it would fail, and I would be at a dead-end, and would have to shoot it down as it came to us, but fortunately, the first visualization in that split-second time frame that was slowed down tremendously was in our favor.

The U3 charges after the door, crashes into it, and continues to soar mid-air because of its speed, and for a moment, things slowed down, and I realized that Leon had a Sniper Rifle before, but the U3 took it. It's hard to recall if the U3 had the Sniper Rifle stuck on its body, or if I grabbed it from Leon and took over his role.

Either way, I'm in a scene where Leon is going to fall down his back, and then the dream shifts where I'm now having the sniper rifle in my hand. I started to No-scope shoot the U3, and after one shot, I had the feeling the Sniper Rifle ran out of ammo.

It makes a distinct sound that makes me presume that, and I decided to throw it away, and get Ashely to follow and run along with me to avoid the U3. After we covered some distance, since the U3 was still trying to recover from its fall, I quickly looked back at its location while I'm still running with Ashely.

Turns out, the U3 literally gives up. It turns its back at me and looks at me like it calmed down a lot, and seems to be going back into the darkness that we were in just a few moments earlier. The area we were running around it mostly had gray color, and for some reason, I felt that I would encounter Krauser.

Because like in the actual game, after the U3, I think you would face Krauser again for the "final" showdown with before (because Ada Wong is the one that really kills him after the fight).

It turns out I'm right, except it's not like the brown colored area in the actual game, it's still the light gray colors where we escaped the U3 from. I realized I have a red floppy disk in my hand, and the top part of it seems to be slightly bent, but either way, I consider it valuable information.

Apparently, Ashely isn't supposed to be here with me, Krauser told me that he caught her and took her to "them" to die or something like that. He looked really pissed on me getting her, so I just told Ashely to leave....just like that and she disappears.

Kind of makes the whole dream reset pointless if I was worried about her whiny bitchy self in the actual game from dying when I didn't need her existence in this dream in the first place. I fend off Krauser's knife attacks, and I find a panel shows up on the HUD in the dream.

I find a piece of paper on the desk where Krauser is at, and quickly grabbed it to find there's certain commands to do certain moves. One move I sort of recalled well was typing "Chanto" or something like that, which would then prompt me to recall a move to fend off against Krauser. There were other commands like Kick, etc., and I somehow got Krauser's knife.

I looked at the piece of paper, but at the same time, I was watching out for Krauser trying to do any funny stuff, like get his knife back and possibly kill me. Something felt weird, he couldn't easily punched me, or kick me with his superhuman speed, but he's actually giving me time to read what's on the piece of paper.

It's just that he's moving closer and closer that bothers me, so that's why I kept looking up to see if he's going to do something weird. I do a few commands, kicking, combos, I can't remember all, but they were all to push back Krauser.

The dream shifts where I'm suddenly Raiden from MGS2, whole default costume too. I'm hiding from Krauser in this huge warehouse area where it's fairly dark. There's a bunch of metal dark violet and dark blue stairs and walkways going up and down above what seems to be a light gray bottomless pit.

I actually start mentally controlling Raiden interchanging from first person view to 3rd person view, and to even a spectator view so I can get a general field of where Krauser was. I prompted Raiden to go over to the edge of the border on the walkway, and had him hanging on the ledge with his hands, and slowly made him move left and right depending on the situation.

Krauser couldn't see Raiden, so I immediately prompted Raiden to get back on the walkway. Then things start getting weird. Krauser literally is teleported, or phasing in and out of areas where I plan to go for cover. I decided that since it's pretty much futile trying to hide from him, I take out whatever gun I have, most likely and automatic, and tried to aim at him.

When I am aiming the green circle retical around the screen, and then at Krauser, I get a red "X" on him that's flashing a bit, as if I'm not supposed to shoot him. This confuses me, because I really can't shoot him, no matter how hard I press the trigger, which maybe means he's not my enemy at all?

Then it hit me, I realized he could've used the Mutated Arm Blade of his if he wanted to from before to make the battle even more difficult, but he didn't.

Then what the hell was he doing coming after me like that? He couldn't responded if he wasn't an enemy, but I wasn't too sure.

The dream shifts where I "wake up", and I'm now in the body of a female version of H.U.N.K the soldier from the Resident Evil series as well........OR maybe it was a more thin and compact frame structure compared to his bulky default armor.

It seems I was stuck on a wall mostly consisting of orange, red, and some yellow colors intertwined. It felt so weird, like this whole thing was a simulation or something. There's a guy to the left of me, who looks Indian, and tells me that this was a simulation....I think.

After that, he has his arms wrapped around me to support me in walking, because everything after that awakening felt so sudden that I couldn't get control of the new body I'm in.

I can't remember anything after that unfortunately.

Oh, I'm making a Tulpa. Sounds like fun, and it can help make college less bullshit.

10.27.2012

Dr. No can't get his Thing up (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Pretty sure is a dream frag.

Okay, Dr. No, who looks nothing like Dr. No, apparently, based on what I'm recalling on random images, he has ED.

Yeah, weird. Dr. No's Thing is basically saying No to Erection.

LOL.

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10.27.2012

I can Duplicate Money & Eva is a Miner (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm near a brown table, pretty generic, nothing added to make it look a ltitle more appealing. I can make money appear by holding it with my left hand, and then take my right index finger and thumb to flick it around the center.

Flick....money....another flick, MONEY. MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!

Literally.

I started out with coins, pennies, nickles, then quarters, and finally dollar bills, 10 dollar bills and ultimately 100 bucks. The 100 bucks came out of random when I was flicking the 10. Then I looked at the money duplicates, and they were fake. Either way, I'm still having fun creating fake money.

I'm REALLY into this, it's so amazing destroying the dream economy like this, keep flicking and raising the inflation rate Link!

I do a nose plug reality check, hmmmm, can't breathe through properly, or maybe I'm just not plugging it hard enough and breathing in.

After a while, I head to an office to the right of me, it's a casual environment, quiet and empty. The carpet layer seems to be a mix of smoky gray and violet. The walls are probably a light gray color, and I stumbled upon Julia Louis-Dreyfus from Seinfield.

She's wearing a black office suit, with a white dress shirt underneath. Her hair is tied about a bit.

I literally asked her, with a full awareness for once,

"Am I dreaming?" She holds the office phone, which is vanilla colored, to her chest, and does a nod.

Guess who's dreaming? This guy.

Then I finally, for once, get the urge to ask Julia if I can meet Eva right now. She responds,

"Um, she won't be here until 17 minutes?"

I asked her, "Why for such a long time?"

She replies,

"Because she's a miner."

Me: "What?!?!?"

I just stand there for a while, and then started to walk rapidly into some door to my right that led to some dark area, probably the mining area she's in apparently.

I lose lucidity from this point, I think, maybe I'm semi-lucid, but whatever.

I'm at the mining area, and there's this black cave hole to my right. It has Minecart tracks coming out, and SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH, in comes Eva.

Now I'm seeing things in third person or spectator view, Eva is wearing her default costume from MGS3. I think she's coming close to me, and then wraps her arms around my waist and looks up at me.

I look down at her, and I can't remember anything else after that.

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10.27.2012

Alyzarin and her Vision (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I meet Alyzarin apparently, and she tells me how it takes a while for her vision to come into full color.

First she starts out with Red, Blue, Green Vision, and the Purple finally comes in to make her see things perfectly in full color.

There's some other thing I did with her, but it was random.

10.25.2012

Dhal Puri and Random Stuff (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm planning to go with my mother to some store, I get some mental image of Dhal Puri being made there. It's inside of a Blue Bag with small black lining, the bag itself is one strapped I believe.

I also recall seeing a random blonde female with a black outfit having the strap over her shoulder as well. I think there's a petty argument with my mother on the thing, or maybe it was with someone else, I can't remember too well.

There's also people that are leaving the room we're in, which resembles a hotel room. Now why those people are inside of this room that should be reserved for me and my mother, I don't know. I look at then prepare to leave, and it's your basic family.

Annoying little kid, a few teenagers that I didn't bother to look at much, a mother and father. I'm saying the obvious because compared to them, it was just me and my mother. Full family of DCs while I'm with just a part of what's generally a whole family. How cute.

I checked my wallet for some reason, making sure my debit card is still in the slots of it, which I presumed it was, since I saw its color there, along with the color of my Laundry Card, since they don't use coins there in waking life.

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10.25.2012

Brock's Dub on Ryan Romney (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I basically had a dream that repeated some parts in a video of Brock's Dub on YouTube over Mitt Romney and Obama's Debate. It was more specific on Ryan Romney's part in the video where he was working out. Before the weird part where there's supposed to be some random girly stuff around them, I see Ryan Romney wearing a gray hoodie and then leaning his face to his left side (right if you're looking at this screen obviously)

Spoiler for Don't kill me Political Peoples...noes dontz do it!!:

Then my alarm woke me up.

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10.25.2012

Biology and Pokemon Rap (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm trying to take notes in this random Biology-related lecture, and it feels to me that whoever is talking eventually makes a rap about it. That's probably because I was watching Epic Rap Battles of History a few hours before I slept, lol.

I couldn't keep up, and eventually, everyone is gone, and I have the room to myself now. I take the time to literally fill in the gaps that I had on my paper by scrolling through the PowerPoint Presentation styled format on the screen. There were empty blanks that would then reveal words if I wanted to see what's next.

I spend the rest of the dream writing stuff down.

Wait, where did the Pokemon part come in? Aw darn it, I forgot. >.<

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10.25.2012

Why Won't You Talk To Me Woman!?!?! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching a random Western clip on Youtube, and it was maybe 2-3 minutes ago. After I was done watching it, or maybe halfway into being finished, I feel like I'm transported into a different environment.

I do a nose plug RC, and it doesn't work, but I keep holding my nose, because it's clearly obvious, my diaphragm is functioning just fine when I close my nasal pathways. So go me for not relying on the breathing aspect, and seeing other areas are obviously working, defying logic of waking life, so I must be dreaming!

Good job Link!!!!! You get a golden star!

I'm in a ghost town, somewhat of a ghost town, how can a somewhat ghost town still be in the category of a ghost town? You figure that out yourself ya trooper.

So I'm just walking around, feeling neutral like I'm always trying to do in a rare lucid to prevent the dream from destabilizing. To the left of me is a wooden roof supported by columns about 6-7 feet apart from each other. I'm just walking casually in the middle of this dusty brown road, and the feelings that this is a Western-theme dream in a way continues to come into my dream schemata.

Oh my gawd, stop using big words!

I finally accept this environment, and I continue walking, the sections inside below the wooden roof that extends quite a distance from where I'm at is fairly dark, but I can still see the majority of everything in it.

Just brown dust on the ground, Wooden walls and a wooden roof, and me in the middle of a roof-less section, while the right side is the same as the left, most likely.

I finally encounter a female with long, elegant black hair that ends near her waist or a bit closer to her ass. Very enticing object-------I mean woman compared to the rest of this dull environment. She's wearing a transparent blouse (to some extent) that has an overall Pastel Yellow Green color to it.

She's wearing the usual female jeans that has the slightly white glow on the rear side and back legs. Go female fashion design to focus more on the woman's ass rather than her face.


So I slowly go up to her, and then I asked her if she can help me.

I let the question sit in its ambiguity, just to see a response, anything, something, SOMETHING, an UTTER? A GASP?

Nothing. She says nothing, She just shifts her face left and right frantically for about 2 seconds, then turns her face away from me. I noticed that when she turned back, she really focuses on what's behind her, not me, as if she's trying to run away from someone, and to check that they aren't close to finding her.

I guess I must be ruining her hiding spot, but again, I don't know what's going on since she's not telling me anything. She starts to move, and I follow her, and she's walking slowly at first. I queried to her a few more questions, and then asked,

"Can you at least tell me what your name is?"

She starts to walk a little faster, and I know I could've just let her go her own way, but since she's the only one here at the moment, and I don't feel like staying in an empty environment, I had to keep up the pace.

Now I realized I really should've gotten over the insecurity of being alone in a dream, make a different dream environment for something.......Man, I'm stupid, gotta set mantras to remind myself that I'll do that sometime.

She's still silent, and I start to lose my cool big time.....while at the same time I'm losing my cool, I'm also speculating that losing my cool will potentially destabilize the dream, and that I need to cool down. I think I started to touch the girl's shoulders and tried to shake her.

She finally faces me, makes eye contact, but the moment she starts to open her mouth, dream fades because I'm saturated with rushed feelings.

Well....you get what you deserve based on how you decided to feel at the given moment, and now you messed up that rare chance Link. Good job.

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10.25.2012

Mosaic Learning Style (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting in a lecture room, and the professor looks a lot like my Biology 111 professor I had in waking life. He looks more defined, his clothing, his aura, everything about him gives me this weird vibe of earnest respect of the vast amount of knowledge he probably has.

I think he's wearing a Red-Orange Sweater, and has a blue striped white dress shirt underneath with the collar popping out. I forget the color of his dress pants, but my mind is giving me the image that it's Khakis. The class is about to end, and then I look at the girl to the left of me, and realized she looks like a girl in my Math Recitation course.

She has her hair tied up, just like IWL, and still has that shy demeanor all over her face. Even if I take a quick glance at her, she still tries to pretend she's looking what's straight in front of her, even though her facial expressions, most noticeably her mouth, are making subtle but awkward movements.

I can't recall this specific moment that's chained with that awkward moment to great detail, but I remember looking down on a paper she had. It was structured like a table with columns and rows, and had some markings here and there.

I think I was helping her with picking out something, I just don't know what it was.

The professor declares about the general idea of what will be on the exam, and portrays a PowerPoint slide that's projected on a large screen. It's set up like a table with columns and rows (I know I'm stating the obvious), and all of the concepts are in black font. The same black text has red background behind it, which kind of makes things an eyesore for me.

I saw some things related to Indian something, and it feels weird to have a Biology teacher talk about something that makes me feel it's related to U.S. History.
Huh? Guess I'll look up on that more, since I recall me wanting to have a dream where I found my true learning style. That could be it, but I don't know, will have to find out when I have some free time.

When the professor is done talking, the class automatically prompts themselves to leave. I decided to sit down for a little bit for no clear reason, and I started to eavesdrop on the two females sitting in front of me. One is getting ready to put her items in her backpack, while the other female is already set to leave.

They start conversing on some things I can't recall too well, but most of the topics talked about were obviously about the upcoming exam, and the talking about the bomb threat that actually happened in this University last week Friday.

Then the girl that's sitting to the right of her asks her,

"How do you study?"

She responds with,

"Well, I-------"

I cut off my audio focus because I probably decided that the conversation was going to be boring, even though I should've listened to what she would say, since after all, in a practical sense, her portrayal is an aspect of myself that I should be thoughtful of hearing.

They get up, and I start absorbing more of the girl's facial structure and body composition. She's relatively skinny, especially since she's probably around my age, has dark brown hair. Even though I couldn't recall her exact visage, the contours show that she has a vibrant and sort of plump, soft facial structure.

I eventually get out of the lecture room, and find myself in a hallway that mostly consists of white and gray intertwined, with a hint of black here and there. The flooring is mostly white, formatted like a tile flooring, the tile gaps aren't as big as what one would usually see. They're more compact, and the borders of each tile piece if distinguished by a very thin black line making a square.

I see my professor out in the hall way, probably going through his "mail" or area to get plans for the next lectures or something. Then I have some memory that comes in that involves a Mosaic Learning Style.

After that, I can't really recall much unfortunately.

10.25.2012

Telling Mommy How To Lucid Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So yeah, I tell how to lucid dream. I don't need to go into details, we all know how telling how to lucid dream ends up, especially when you don't become lucid from it.

But to be sort of specific, I was telling her how to do a WBTB+WILD, even though I'm in no position to lecture her on it when I fail it the majority of the time.

Funny dream though.

10.21.2012

Sonic vs. Shadow + Chaos Control out of nowhere? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm controlling Sonic the Hedgehog, like playing a video game. I'm preparing to go into some room, and I get strong feelings of fear and anticipation of what's to come. My gut feeling thinks I had a dream reset at least once, which probably added on to my perception of the outcome to do better than the last attempt.

I go inside the room, and it's structured like the stage before the final variants of the final boss in Sonic Adventure 2: Battle where Shadow and Sonic face each other off.

Out of a reflex, I mentally control sonic to do a Homing Attack at Shadow. It's hard to tell if Shadow is my enemy, because I'm getting thoughts that it was the Chaos creature in its Zero form.

I'll just assume it's Shadow. Shadow comes after Sonic, and I prompt Sonic to dodge to the left immediately and then dash to get some distance from Shadow. After a while, Sonic falls off the edge of the same violet type of surface mentioned above.

Then I realized we're at very high altitude in outer space, just like in the game. But while I think there's no hope of doing anything, except wait for another game reset because I probably had a lot of lives, something weird happens.

Sonic is able to use Chaos Control, and teleports himself back to the seemingly infinite path of the violet type surface.

I can't remember what happens after that.

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10.21.2012

Killing Thor-Like Gods and Someone Saves Me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's kind of hard to recall all the details here....and I'm kind of shaken at the turn of events later on...

I'm killing DCs that looks like variants of Thor. I think I'm doing this to save somebody who's blonde that's wearing a female CEO outfit, the black skirt, white dress shirt underneath the black jacket, etc.

The Thor-like variants all have HP bars on top of their heads, and I'm able to kill them pretty easily. I can't recall if I'm in my dream body similar to waking life, or someone else completely. I believe I was wearing a Black tuxedo unbuttoned, with a white dress shirt underneath, and long black dress pants.

It takes maybe 2-3 hits to kill the assumed Thor Gods. The HP bar level of danger was set up like the usual Green being healthy, Yellow being Cautious, and Red meaning danger.

The environment I'm in seems to be at an open city. Me and the enemies are on a wide gray concrete surface separate from the empty roadways.

Even though the enemies were pretty easy, it seems my life points was decreasing as well, and I don't know why. I'm at 15 HP, but it still shows up as green, so it must be that I'm invincible despite the HP going down.

As I'm getting to the last enemy, I think someone tries to tell me something bad is going to happen. Since I had my back facing the majority of the environment when I killed the last enemy, I turned my back to find a laser-like beam was going to be fired at me.

At the last moment, the same blonde female in the CEO type of suit comes in, grabs me, throws me out of the way to the back of her. She takes the laser beam between her chest and stomach, and I open my arms, desperately trying to make sure I can catch her falling towards me with her back facing me.

I can't tell who it was, just that she was blonde.

Wow..just wow...you took the shot for me? And I can't even remember how you looked like?


I think I might add this to memorable, and hopefully consider drawing it in the future...if I can even remember to do so...

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10.21.2012

No You Stay Here (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The people didn't really tell me that in the dream literally (the title)...

I'm inside a random house, and I'm doing something on a laptop. After a while, the people in the house decide to leave to go somewhere, and I said that I'll come along as well.

My father declares to me that I have to stay here, and I get disappointed because whatever it was, I really wanted to go.

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10.21.2012

Math Exam Curve and Different Math Classroom? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Weird dream...

I'm sitting in a math classroom that seems to be a smaller sized college room, or a regular sized High School room. The teacher is a young Asian male, and he says there will be a curve for the exam.

Everyone starts doing that reaction where they start talking at low volumes, and then augments in excitement as they talk about about the curve being implemented. I can't blame them, since I was busy having my own mini-mental orgasm of there being a curve for the class.

I think the curve would be applied because the class average in this dream was horrible, like a 48 or something like that. The environment is kind of blurry in some areas, and I can't even recognize my teacher, but that's due to his bowl-shaped brown hair covering his eyes.

The dream shifts, and I'm trying to look for my Math Class, here's the part that bothers me the most.

After looking around in one of the hallways, expecting my classmates to be in this randomly generated classroom, I get this conception, like an unconscious reflex or something, that associates that this is the classroom that I usually go to. I ended up turning back to get out of the hallway.

As I'm getting close to the big main hallway, I look to the second to last or last room to my left, and noticed familiar faces from waking life inside. For some reason, those faces triggered me into believing this must be the classroom that I have to go in, and that the teacher probably had a room change or something.

I get disturbed by these types of dreams where my mind associates a random collection of people, tries to conform it to a plot of a basic endeavor like trying to find your class, and suddenly, it's like having false memories implanted based on feelings on previous experiences in life and in dreams.

It's a bloody Apophenia fest in this dream.

Oh, and the dream seemed like it was just developing, but my external alarm in waking life wakes me up...7 AM. Ugh. Life. Eeeew. Laundry....NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Damn, this took a while to type. I had to shorten the second to last dream, since you know, I have to do human things in this humanistic planet we're on....like taking care of laundry, then studying for math midterm, and finishing up any Organic Chemistry Lab homework when I come back from the Laundromat.

Heh, had a dream about Laundromats....and since that came up twice in one night, I figure I should search a general dream meaning...and found dreams with laundromats are associated with trying to change your overall character, rejuvenation, enlightenment.....well I guess that's 95% right, considering I'm trying to see my difficulties and negativity in life in a different way that isn't going to cause a breaking point for me...

10.13.2012

Ryoma Echizen and Kevin Smith (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see Kevin Smith from "The Prince of Tennis" outside near a random house or apartment complex. The building itself consists of a very very VERY light sky blue color, and the window frames on the outside are bordered with white wood-like material. It seems Kevin Smith was doing something in order to get accepted into a team.

What the heck, Kevin's hair isn't blonde!! Whatever, only picture I can find with both of them, since I'm too lazy to post two separate pics.

I don't know for what purpose, but after he gets accepted ( I can't remember how), the dream shifts where Ryoma is trying to get into a team too outside. There's no one to try and prove anything to get int, it's just them alone. Ryoma gets accepted, but he doesn't seem too excited about the whole thing.

Then after he's gone, I think I'm near the side yard of the house doing something, but I forgot.

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10.13.2012

Code Lyoko Krabs (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This whole dream has that futuristic Sci-Fi theme to it, it's so apparent that it's a complete turn around from my waking life related random dreams. I can't recall too well on this, but I remember facing a Code Lyoko Krab (yes with a K), and I tore all four of its legs.

I did so (or maybe it was someone else, but it felt like I did it) by getting behind it and grabbing its two back legs and forming them into a V-shape together, and then somehow got the front legs to to form a V two along with the back legs. Maybe there was someone else helping, but it's hard to recall. I finally ripped out their legs, and head of the Krab tilts over and falls.

The Krab also seemed to be in the color range of violet or something of that nature. The dream shifts to where I feel like I'm a flight attendant, but like in the future. There's a simulation on a portable screen on the wall. It's essentially giving me a checklist of what I need to double check on to make sure the pilots are going to have a safe trip, and enough food to sustain themselves.

I had a feeling my mother became one of those future sci-fi pilots, and I was assigned to occupy her safety and additional equipment. The list is followed by a computer generated voice, and it did basic checks like what kind of food do I have in front of me, and if I have milk or something else.

I look down, and I see there' two candy bars, and I had the urge to just take them for myself. I think one bar was a Payday peanut caramel bar, and the other must've been a Twix that was half opened and contained in a silver wrapper material, and had warm colored font for the name "Twix," which I think was red.

I can't remember much after that.

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10.13.2012

Tactical Laundromat Shoot out! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Will I turn the knob to Permanent Press? Or will I put in a few more quarters to dry my clothes faster?!?!?!? Should I mix the whites with the colors and set them all to Cold?!?!?

FIND OUT below!!!!

I'm inside a laundromat, and there's maybe 4-5 rows of washers in front of me, on each side. The last rows on the left and right had a lot of dryers stacked up and down, and even all the way back from the rows in one long column.

There seemed to be some weird situation going on in the Laundromat, there were these mini-figures that were causing havoc on top of the Laundromat. I don't know why, but I just had the urge to pitch in and do some Tactical Laundromat Eradication of the Enemy....

Yeah...it's THAT random. It felt like a turn-based RPG game, where I would set out certain mini-futuristic figures on top of the huge washers, and hope that they can kill whatever "enemy" is on top. It felt awkward not knowing what's going on the top, because the washers are still too tall for me. So I just place my faith in my random selection of people with shotguns, machine guns, etc.

I think I'm doing this creation thing from my mind, and throwing them up on top of the washers. I hear some small shooting it seems I'm doing pretty well. In the mean time, it seems everyone but me is clueless on the whole matter, and I start to wonder if I'm schizo or something, because I'm hearing all these small sounds, and yet these people are moving like they're lifeless.

After a while, I can't remember what happens next, the small little shootings and sounds of the futuristic battle dies down, and I end up having a piece of shit on my hand. I'm not really shocked by this, I'm just focused on getting it off my hand and cleaning my hand. I don't know why I'm carrying shit on my hand, literally, but I am power walking, or jogging lighting around the Laundromat for some Water source with soap on the side.

The dream characters are still retarded and just have the weird facial expressions. I remember seeing a dark-skinned female who was about 6''5' and wore a pink vest. She was kind of overweight, but like in a good way. Because of her height, it seemed most of her weight was distributed properly, so it's hard to presume she really is overweight.

She also looked like she's in her 50s or higher, and yet still has an amazing body for her age. I think she ends up showing off her stomach to someone at some point, and it was flat, like six-pack abs flat.

I remember some huge Asian or Hawaiian guy wearing a Burnt Orange shirt near one of the washers. I don't know what I do with him, but I do know that I passed by him at one point where I had poop on my hand.

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10.13.2012

Baseball Bat Killer (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember things feeling overly dramatic in this dream, I'm trying to run away from someone is trying to kill other people with some form of club, bat, stick, etc. I end up seeing the other people get knocked out, or die from severe head concussions from the killer giving them hard blows with objects in his hands. I can't recall the killer's visage too well, but I do know he was in the form of a child.

I basically spend the dream running at random points, there's a lot of dream shifts, so I guess that there's a lot of gaps in my recall of this as well. Eventually the final part that I remember, someone, maybe me as well, ended up jumping these huge set of stairs and to the ground safely. The killer can't reach us, because he doesn't want to take that big of a jump.

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10.13.2012

Alyzarin makes Sexual DJ entry about me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm talking to Alyzarin on MSN Chat, I'm assuming, and then she states that she wrote a long sexual dj entry about me. She mentioned it involved her sitting on my face, and rubbing her ass back and forth on me.

I was like, lw43etuirwfode4er90dfowel45fowe9cvsdeioklr,edkfiw. @?!!@?E#?!$@RF....

I forget what happens next, and there were other things she mentioned that would be on the entry, but I rather not talk about them......

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10.13.2012

Riding a Skateboard, Sudevi, Laundromat Dryer of Ajna Chakra, Tran-sexual Store, Richard Cheese & Dancing, and Someone has a Mini-Heart Attack? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yeah, it's one big clusterfuck of a dream! And wooohooo, I honestly thought I wasn't going to remember ANYTHING, but I guess the recall is coming naturally now. And I did a WBTB this time, and this dream occurs after the WBTB+WILD failed attempt. So GO me for recalling all this shit! WOOOHOOOO

How is it going to help me for math midterm? I don't know! But at least my memory is improving!!! So I guess that's a plus! I don't even know what I'm trying to say here................ANYWAY, on to the dream!!!

I'm at an area that looks like it's fairly busy, sort of like a mini-downtown New York, except that there's not a lot of apartments and houses apparent, just stores and restaurants that I didn't even take .000043 seconds to look at. The whole area is kind of dark, but the whole setting itself still portrays that it's at least morning or afternoon time.

I believe I'm wearing my brown leather jacket, and regular blue jeans. I can't tell what shirt I'm wearing, and it's kind of hard to see my face when I go in 3rd person view. I know it has to be me, I don't how, I just know. There's a lot going on, and it's hard to recall them all, since there's a lot of events coming in at once in this dream.

I end up going in first-person view, and I'm now riding a skateboard going on an uphill. I'm on a lane that seems to be of a different texture to the one left of me, like you know the extreme ends of a lane on a freeway have more abrasive texture to keep you aware that you're going off the lanes? Yeah it was like that, except, I didn't feel anything at all, I just knew this texture was different.

There was someone else with a skateboard to my right as well, but I felt that this lane that I'm on is too narrow for two people to be close together laterally instead of in a line. However, it doesn't seem to be a problem, because my skateboarding skills are like over 9,000.

There's a red car to the left of me that's getting close, and I think they're being careful not to get to close because they didn't want to risk getting any damages on their car or myself I presumed. It wasn't a problem for me at all, I felt as if I was going to get off the lane, but I managed to do some precise maneuvering.

After a while, the uphill slope gets higher and higher, and I naturally, out of nowhere, jump off the skateboard, and was able to get it decelerated enough to where it stops completely for me to pick it up. I think I was doing a tail drag, but I'm not really experienced with skateboarding terms, and the only time I rode a skateboard was when I had a Digimon skateboard when I was like 10 or even younger.

I pick up my skateboard, and I put it under my right arm. I have some difficulty doing this, since I tried to get the wheels from the front and back of the skateboard to not touch my brown leather jacket. It probably takes me 2-3 attempts to get the flat side under my arm, and I proceeded to go to the right at the peak of the uphill.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm just observing where I'm going. It seems that there's a bus shuttle that is coming soon, and I'm wondering if I should go ahead and take it, but again, I don't know where I'm going in this dream. The bus opens up in a weird way.

Instead of opening just one door, or an automated side door for those to exit from the back, the whole right side of the bus opens and lands on the ground. It doesn't touch the ground, so it's probably supported electronically. The bus stays there for a while, so I guess it has a 5 minute waiting period or something, just like for my University's bus loading zones.

What I mean is final stop for the buses to wait for 5 minutes or so before doing another run.

I look at the inside of this half opened bus, and I see a few familiar faces of people I've met in waking life. There's that one girl who dyed her hair red, and is still a but chunky near the stomach. She's wearing a really dark blue hoodie, and probably some type of denim dress skirt underneath.

I decided that I'm not going to get on the bus, since I don't know where the hell I'm going at this point. I end up going inside anyway somehow, and then I realized....WHERE AM I GOING TO STOP AT???

There's some random man in the bus to the left of me I believe that tells me that I should check for the bus stop numbers. I do so, since any kind of direction in this dream would help. I eventually find one bus stop sign that looks a lot like my University's sign. The number for the bus was "05" on the sign, and I presumed this is the same but I'm on.

Then when I looked at the random stores and restaurants passing by, I saw a Laundromat, and something quickly triggers into my mind that...oooh, I have to go to the laundromat!

But why? I have no bag of clothes to wash and dry....

I just let myself go with it, and waited until the bus arrives near the stop at the laundromat. I get off, and there's a dream shift where I'm in a dark area. It seems some people are fixing up this random place. I see two females together preparing some kind of wood glue, and I carefully walk over these spots of glue, since I didn't want to waste their efforts of doing so in the first place.

I try to find the near light, no matter how less dim it would be compared to the rest of this dark area. I go towards the exit, or outside actually, and I meet Sudevi, the mystic that has a YouTube channel.

I get closer, and it really is her! In the most minimum value, a projection of her, but a vivid and nice one at least! I told her that I've seen some videos of her (I actually watched about 2 yesterday of her for the first time), and how cool it was to finally get to meet her her. I don't think I declared how excited I was to meet her in a dream, just her being "here," which is probably that biggest "piss me off moment" for not being able to do a reality check in this dream.

She seems to be a bit shy towards me, probably shocked that I'm exerting so much effort into portraying my amazement of her personality on the videos I watched her on. I presumed she owned the Laundromat in here, or at least is a frequent customer.

I asked her, stuttering for a little bit, maybe 3 seconds (paraphrasing here),

"How much does it cost to use a washer and dryer?"

She responds by declaring in a questioning tone, and I mean that I couldn't tell if she was saying it in jest or being earnest about it,

"The dryer isn't operable because of its Ajna chakra." I take a moment to absorb all of this, and I just stand there looking puzzled. She then puts on a smile, and I realized she's just joking around. She's probably one of the more lively dream characters with a sense of humor, which is why she kind of made me stumble a bit when she stated the joke.

I look at some area in front of us, and I looked up to find a sign that stated, "Tranny Women" something something. I think it was like a hangout for Tran-sexual Women, but the derogatory term kind of turned me off a bit. Then out of the blue, I told Sudevi that I have a fetish for Transgenders and essentially Post-op Transsexual females (MTF).

*cough* *cough* *cough* *COUGH* MOVING ALONG........No comment.

The sign was in white rectangular form, and the font was dark blue for the name of the area, and there's an image of those pictures of silhouette women you see on a car front or something like that.

For some weird reason, this area feels like Hawaii, or maybe it's related to the environment in a video I watched of Sudevi with tropical trees, gray clouds that are actually a beauty to see, and having a calm atmosphere.

She then looks at me with a neutral facial expression of questioning, probably to see if I'm returning the favor with the humor, but I was actually being serious with her. So after that conversation killer, I just declared,

"Ahh....I probably shouldn't have said that huh.........."

I find something random to say to distract her, but can't remember what...there I go again, being serious...and then having to do something stupid to distract people...I swear this habit of mine in a dream is kind of scary.

What if I said, "I love it when women put their ass cheeks on my face and rub it back and forth." And then try to change the obviously TMI awkward conversation with some random joke like, "Why is 8 afraid of 7?"

*sigh*

She's wearing the outfit I put above, but I think it's mostly a green shirt or transparent dress with a red collar instead. After her little joke with the Dryer with a bad Ajna Chakra, she tells me the price for using a washer and dryer.

"It's $2.00 for the washer and $1.00 for the dryer."

For some odd reason, I thought that the pricing was outrageous, and asked her how much can the washer contain. She stated that it can take a big load, and the dryer the same, but just a bit smaller.

Then I came back to my senses and stated,

"Oh, it's just like the laundromat at my University....okay." and I tell her my thanks and left, probably to somehow magically find a bag of my laundry that I didn't have with me AT all in this dream.

I wished I could've hanged around her a bit more. I know she's mostly likely just a projection of Sudevi, but she had the potential to be someone I could REALLY talk too...despite it essentially being a projection of myself in a vague way. Her sense of humor that shocked me is what entices me still when I'm recalling this dream. Okay enough of that slightly romantic attraction for a DC.


The dream shifts, and it seems I'm either in the same laundromat, but with bright light sources, or a different one. There's a few Indian people coming in, and they all have Black trash bags stuffed with clothes or something like that.

I remember that on my left, there's a fairly taller Indian man who is pretty skinny. He's wearing a dark blue sweater type of jacket, and regular long jeans. He seems to be taking out of his black trash bag some candy and other random stuff. I think the other people started doing the same, but I can't recall if they were taking out candy as well.

The dream shifts again where my father comes into the laundromat, but here's the thing, he doesn't LOOK like my father at all, and yet I still had the conviction that he is my father.....

He starts singing like Richard Cheese, here's a video below of his voice.

I get attracted to this man's voice (not the guy mind you), and I didn't have any awareness of the name of the voice this supposed father of mine is doing an impression of until I texted Alyzarin this morning.

He starts augmenting the tone of his voice, and I can't remember what the song was about, but it obviously altered the environment in the Laundromat from a white light atmosphere to one of a vibrant orange light.

The dream shifts where I see Calvin from Tyler Perry's "House of Payne" wearing a brown leather jacket, and brown leather long pants. He's doing some weird dance moves with someone, and I'm not sure if that's even dancing.

It's just sticking out his legs and arms in random positions....


After a while, dream shifts again, and I see Ryoma Echizen from prince of tennis.

At first, I see his legs, then it pans over to his torso and then his face. He's just standing there, and I think he's looking at me or someone else. Behind him, I see a blur of someone, and it looks like Nanjiro Echizen, his father.

Nanjiro Echizen is wearing his default clothing in the series, which is just a simple black samurai type of robe (after all, he is referred to as a Samurai in Tennis in the series). Ryoma Echizen suddenly grabs the right side of his top torso, and is holding on to it very tightly.

It seems he's having a heart attack, but he's grabbing on the wrong side....maybe just a reflex for him to touch the closest area on his chest?

Anyway, he falls down slowly, and Nanjiro notices he is falling, and quickly comes over to him.

After that, that's all I can remember. I think that same scene at the end of this long ass dream is an association when Nanjiro was trying to rescue his son from possibly drowning in the OVA episode 24 or 25 I believe.

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10.13.2012

Runescape Waterbirth Island Dungeon Running (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see a runescape character wearing a Proselyte torso and legs, along with some kind of Pope like hat with a layer that conceals his face. It was basically a white helm with gold linings on the side with a long point going upwards.

He is also wielding an Arcane Spirit Shield, except the Arcane Sigil (white thing) isn't on it at all, and a Staff of Light as well.

I don't know if it's me controlling him, but they're running inside the Waterbirth Island Dungeon.

Heh, reminds me when I used to Tribrid solo Dagannoth Kings before....fun times....

10.11.2012

Dream Views Shuts Down (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alex decides to close the DV forums, and Opheliablue makes the announcement that DV will be closing soon.

It remains inaccessible for a few minutes, then I checked on Meta to find Alex made a thread stating what happened. He decided to sell it to a person who's French.

Alex didn't state why he had to leave, but I guess he was going to leave everything to the French guy's hands now.

Eventually, the same French guy who is now admin is using the site for a French class, not for lucid dreaming overall. I get irritated, and there's a bunch of threads that seem to be deleted since it's not related to French class at all.

I looked at the Notifications section on top of the screen, and saw I have a few likes received. There's one like where I made some post that had some naked lady with her breasts covered by hands. I think I made the post in response to someone who did post pictures of breasts.

The other likes looked like I posted in threads that died a long time ago.

Then after all that, the dream shifts to me being outside now, and it seems that the area I'm in has Europe vibe to it. It's a completely new environment to me, and I'm presuming it have a France vibe to it.

The concrete had rock material fused together, like those little bumps you see formed close together. I realize that I'm sitting down a small bleacher bench while looking at some people to the right/left of me.

These looked like randomly generated DCs, and then I come to the realization that the new admin really didn't buy Dream Views to sustain the forum, but to make a new site for French classes.

I end up leaving, and I think I see SpaceCowboyDave leaving before me in this weird area.

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10.11.2012

I Have SpiderMan Powers and Facing Huge Ghost Rider (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

WOAH...

I'm inside of an area that's reminiscent of the LOZ: Windwaker's section where you would face Puppet Ganon, except that the area has shades of brown, mostly because the surface of the whole area seem to be made of wood.

There's these wooden surfaces that would be on some parts of the wall that were surprisingly stable. There was a long wooden path high on the wall you could walk on the right side of the area as well.

The walls have a lighter hue of brown, but since this area has a dark vibe to it, it isn't noticeable immediately. There's a few torches lighting up the place, but it doesn't really make most parts any clearer to see. This place also seem to be reminiscent to Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones' area where the Prince had to move a statue before the place burns to a crisp.

I seem to be flinging around the place like I have Spiderman's abilities to web-shoot and swing. I do this for a while, and I hear Amon's voice from The Legend of Korra. He comes out of of this black and opaque opening, and he starts saying some things to me.

I can't recall what he said, but he does have my attention for sure. I eventually get on the lowest surface in this area, and I was somewhat close to Amon. I get a little scared, and decided to quickly jump and web-swing again away from him.

The dream shifts to where a HUGE ass creature forms, and it looks a lot like Ghost Rider, except it's 1,000 x bigger. I don't know what to do except to keep flinging webs and swinging at random areas.

It doesn't seem the Ghost Rider thing isn't concentrated at me at the initial periods of it manifesting. It seemed to be attacking some random people in what I thought was an empty area with just me inside.

After a while I get so scared that I decided to hide behind a wall on the same long wooden path on the right that I stated before. I seem to have found the Ghost Rider Giant's blind-spot. The wall I was behind I think let to an exit, but I decided to stay there.

While I'm hiding behind it, I can still see what's happening behind me. The Ghost Rider Giant starts punching the walls randomly, probably aiming for more randomly generated dream characters. It tries to get me, but it simply is not able to get through small spaces.

After that, I don't know what happens, hell, I don't even know if I can even kill this thing.

It just appears out of nowhere....what the hell.

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10.11.2012

Ordering Breakfast Tacos (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with my mother, and we're inside of a store that probably sell Hispanic food. It's similar to the environment you see in Starbucks, but that was probably because I wasn't paying attention to the rest of the store with my peripheral vision to the left.

I just stood near the cashier, and waited with my mother. When she received her order of what seems to be Sausage and Potatoes wrapped in Tortillas, I told her that I would like a Breakfast Taco. She looks at me as if she's a little annoyed that I didn't tell her sooner, but she quickly changes her demeanor from irritated to kind towards the employee.

It takes quite a while for the order to be finished, and I was wondering if they forgot or something. I was looking at some Asian man wearing a dress shirt and probably dark brown dress pants as well. It seems he's writing on something, and when I take a little peak, he seems to be writing on a PINK Intuos4 Tablet.

He's writing on it with a ball-point pen without the ball-point in it instead of a tablet pen. The tablet seems to respond to this object that shouldn't even make any kind of response. I think there was another Intuos4 near the cashier counter, and I started to touch it.

Man, that tablet is very sensitive, it picks up my movements with my finger pretty well, and the harder I press on it, the large the cursor increases. I take my fingers off the active base of the tablet product after playing with it for maybe 15-30 seconds.

My order finally comes, and it's inside a brown lunch bag. I take a peak inside, and there's two breakfast Tacos for myself. I also feel that I could've been younger in this dream, like 14 years old or so rather than 19 years of age.

The breakfast tacos looked very enticing as well...the eggs, potatoes, and whatever meat is in there (sausage or bacon) closely packed together. The eggs seemed to be the main thing that attracted me, they were so fluffy and yellow.

10.10.2012

Taylor Swift in Black Latex Catsuit (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another blonde in a black latex catsuit...well at least she's just posing instead of doing disgusting things.

I'm on a website, and it has a white background to it. One picture that stood out the most is Taylor Swift in a black latex catgirl suit. I can barely see the outfit, but she is wearing one for sure.

In that same picture of her, there's a dark brown background with darker hues of brown mixed in with it, and they existed as small dots that seemed to be diluted in some way.

Taylor Swift has her chin sticking out, and she doesn't look too bad at all. She's also wearing red lipstick, and has her mouth slightly opened where she's showing mostly her top teeth in the picture.

It's hard to tell if she was posing in an enticing position.

And why would I be looking at Taylor Swift photos? I mean....why would I look at someone who makes a song after they break up with someone?

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10.10.2012

The Blonde in Room 174 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember for this dream is that I'm inside a room that looks like it could be a Middle School, or mostly likely a High School classroom. I remember having to switch to another class, so I end up trying to look for it. I have trouble reading numbers in the dream, but I'm not performing a reality check at all.

The whole hallway that I'm on has several shades and highlights of brown, and after a while, I finally found where I needed to go to get to room 174. The area I'm in is also confined, like at most just 30 feet in length and probably 20 feet wide in terms of what I can see well. The rest of the environment was a blur, so I'm assuming that this area that I can see well is what I needed to focus on.

The teacher I have is a tall blonde female. She kind of reminds me of another art teacher who was just next to the art teacher I had for High School, except, it looked like she was the younger version of her. The one in waking life, I think she's in her 40s-50s, this version looked like she's in her early to mid 20s.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, there's something about her that's enticing that makes me want to get closer to her on purpose, even if it would have to be confined to just solely seeing her as a teacher, and me as a student.

It's hard to keep up that mentality, because she's REALLY attractive. She's not the most stunning person in the world, but she is very enticing indeed. She looked like she was a bit shy or something, she was a little quiet, but judging from her eyes and body structure, her clothing, she looked like she could exhibit positive energy to anyone near her.

Her outfit consisted of a semi-transparent faded white scarf, dark Khaki women's jeans, and a white dress shirt that was buttoned up half-way or all the way, not sure. If it was half-way, my best bet from recalling that is that she work a gray shirt underneath.

I think she was in the process of telling me something, but I kind of zoned out looking at how she's luring me in somehow. I feel so good around this woman, and I can't help but not care what happens next in the dream as long as I'm around her.

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10.10.2012

Wait...WHAT WEDDING?!?!? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, though I can't remember too many details of what happened there. I get out of the house to go somewhere, and I have a feeling it's the Postal Office building somewhere near this randomly generated neighborhood.

I see some vanilla or light brown concrete to my right eventually as I walked down the faded gray tar road, and had a feeling that I'm getting closer to the Postal Office. I walk up a fairly steep slope that's maybe 10 feet diagonally. I'm now on the parking lot, and before I go into the building, I look back, and see that there's someone getting their keys out 20-30 feet away from me to get their mail in the gray metal boxes you have to pay I think for mail you want kept safe.

The dream shifts as soon as I enter the building, and I'm inside of a Hispanic Restaurant, and a waitress comes up who has her hair tied up in a ponytail ball, wearing a turquoise/blue shirt, has a muffin-top (yes, she's a bit pudgy on the sides), and is wearing the usual dark blue jeans that look like they would lift her butt or something.

She looks at me, and I assume she's just waiting for me to declare my order. She then realizes that I must be a new customer here, and asked me if I know about Blueberry pie.

I respond like an idiot, and all of a sudden, I don't even know what a Blueberry pie is....LOL. I start saying random stuff, and describing what a Blueberry Pie would look like completely wrong, and the waitress ends up laughing at me, along with another one who was behind her as well. Then I tried to correct myself by actually stating what a blueberry was, but it was too late, already made myself look like an idiot.


The waitress has that face that says, "I'll get you something you'll like," so she goes back to the kitchen to tell the chefs the order I'm presuming. After a while, I get my food in a white To-Go Box, and I opened it to make sure what's inside of it.

It ends up being some kind of white cream sauce, maybe ranch sauce, and sliced tomatoes......

The waitress tells me this is a gift since I'm going to be married....that it's a wedding gift.


I passively accepted that, and didn't take into consideration that she said MARRIAGE and WEDDING in the same or near the same sentence. I get out of the building, and it seems I'm back at the parking lot for the Postal Office. I go up to some old blue truck, like it was made in 1950s or something, and there's a blonde guy inside on the driver's seat.

I tell him,

"Sorry to have kept you waiting...."

He responds,

"Nah, it's no big deal" (paraphrasing here).

After that, I guess he takes me back "home."

10.10.2012

Alyzarin Becomes Admin of DV (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see Alyzarin has the Admin rank, though it's probably just On-Topic Admin or something like that.

- It was that Eva chick in the Black latex catsuit
-Now it's Taylor Swift in the Black latex catsuit
-Then I remember Taylor Swift doing weird things with her body in a violet dress in a dream a few months ago
-Then I remember a blonde in a fancy silver glittering dress months before that
-Then I remember a blonde who came through a small black vortex while wearing black clothes
-Then I remember Catherine from the video came "Catherine" with purple wings and wore her white costume.
-And a bunch more blonde females that I cba to recall.

Maybe I should just create a Lesbian Dream Guide, so I don't have to be so insecure contemplating about having sex with them......-____-

10.06.2012

Girls (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a group of women coming at me and saying,

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii Brandonnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

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10.06.2012

Settle Things in the Past? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is a voice telling me to take care of something from my past....

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10.06.2012

False Awakening Trolling Me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

OH MY FREAKING GOD, IF I DID AN RC, I would've been lucid RIGHT THERE and then.................


UGGGGGGH

I wake up, and I noticed that my mother is in my room, and she's just staring at me and the window to the right of her. The whole bedroom in the dream looked almost exactly the one in waking life. Even the setting of the light emitting from the red blinds is there, somewhat.

It's obviously morning time in the dream, and the nightlight is also sitll on I think, which is another thing I wasn't aware of that wasn't on in waking life. I look at my mother, and ask her what she wants with me. She looks at some stuff on the bed I'm on, and I noticed that in front of me, there's some random things like a white rag with a turquoise font on it.

That same color font automatically makes me assume it's mine, so I grab it, and then I threw it along with the other stuff on a wooden foldable chair.

Wait a second....the wooden foldable chair is supposed to be RIGHT next to me to the left, NOT on the bottom left side from where I'm still on the bed! Dang it LINK!!!!

I look at my mother again, who's sitting down on a foldable chair still, and I think she wants me to wear a jacket or something like that without even talking to me. I just wanted to go back to sleep, so I grabbed it and wore it.

Then I go to sleep....

LOL,

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10.06.2012

I get Rejected and Punching Someone (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking down an area that looks similar to the environment in waking life near the Blocker Building at my University, except on the left side, there's a huge sidewalk slope. The whole atmosphere looks as if it's going to rain, seeing as there's a gray sky all over.

I'm on top of the same slope I mentioned above, I'm going down it and noticed someone familiar. I don't even know her name in waking life at my University, but I go up to her and get my left arm around her shoulder and walked with her for a little while.

She immediately rejects me within the first 10-15 seconds, which leaves me wondering why. I saw that she was looking for someone to pick her up. There's a guy driving a black car, and I assumed it was her boyfriend. The car door on the right opens automatically, and the girl leaves. She was wearing a green shirt, along with a long white dress skirt, and I think a white laced dress shirt kind of jacket.

Then after that, I go inside of a store to get something, and I get this urge to just find some random stuff and just waste my money in doing so. Then there's some kid pencil tapping on the metal shelf opposite of me. There's a lady that asks,

"Who is making that noise??

I look to the left, and the person looks like a guy named Brian that I knew in middle school is the one doing the annoying pencil tapping. He's wearing a maroon or dark red shirt, and I get pissed off at him, and threaten to punch him. He still makes the noise, and I yelled at him, and he finally stops. He tries to look back at me, but I am way too pissed for him to try and defend himself.

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10.06.2012

Eva Can Fart Too (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

WHY AM I EVEN MENTIONING THIS...

So I'm walking casually near a section at my University where you can lock your bicycles. It seems to be morning time as well in this dream, the trees look the same like in waking life, almost at a stage where the leaves are losing their natural color and are turning brown.

The flooring looks the same outside, brown cement, and there's even the dirt patch with the small tree on the left side of one of the walkways to get into the bicycle lock area.

Before I even get the chance to go in there, I see a blonde in a Black Latex Catgirl suit.

She's fairly tall, at least from 5-10 feet away from me, and she has her cleavage showing. It takes me a while to process this whole visual, and then she turns around and flaunts her ass at me.

She tells me,

"Come on!!!!"

She shakes her ass more,

and I'm hoping this came out of her mouth, but I hear a

*PBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBT* sound...

Dear mother of god, level of traumatizing is just.....too much.

"Come onnnnnnnn!"

She turns to the side where I'm seeing a complete profile view of her body and face

*PBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBT*

After that, things just go to hell from perspective, and all I'm seeing and hearing is her butt shaking left and right and PBBBBBBT farting sounds.

*pukes*

Women do not fart!! That's impossible!! >.<

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10.06.2012

Exchanging Souls (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Some statue that can move and talk like a human being is giving this random demon girl orders that if she takes someone's soul, he'll reduce her count by a lot.

I'm like hardcore paraphrasing here, there were some digits involved, but it doesn't really matter. The demon girl agrees, and all I can remember about how she looks is that she gave off a light violet aura around her body.

Then when she leaves, the statue guy starts talking to himself.


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Oh and I had another Dream where I'm at a Political Science class, and the teacher has on the board of some concepts on previous exams.

The second exam had a low average, and some girl said, "oh because of the trade exchange" concept or something like that.

10.01.2012

Evil Prince of Tennis Shapeshifter (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I woke around 2:41 AM in waking life....

I'm in a round hallway with orange-yellow lights saturating the area, and Prince of tennis players are watching what's outside through the windows. To name a few that I can recall on from the top of my head, there's most of the Seigaku team, most noticeably Fuji, Tezuka, Kawamura, and Oishi.

Kirihara, who is from team Rikkaidai is also there, and there's probably more of various teams there as well, but I can't remember all of them.

Fuji has a towel on his head, and his eyes are opened (that only happens when he gets serious in a tennis match or sees something amazing and tense from watching a match).

Apparently, the Seigaku team and random members in other teams are having a dining out party, and I see Ice tea drinks in the usual Restaurant cups with lemon slices on top of the edge of the cups. Oishi is showing the back of the Seigaku jacket I believe, and there's a digit on one of the long sleeved sides with the number "68".

It seems Oishi declared that this was the average height of the Seigaku members, which is about 2.23097 feet. (What the hell? The shortest regular member there is Echizen, and he's at least like 4-5 feet tall....that's impossible).

I'm mostly watching things in first person perspective, and I'm pretty sure I'm not a spectator floating around, and I get a feeling that there's a poser, or shape-shifter in disguise with a weapon, I can just feel my dream body tingling with negative vibes. I try to avoid this negative frequency, and I warn as many player's as possible that there's a spy/poser/shape-shifter.

I immediately hear gunshots, and Kawamura is preparing to duck, but I don't know why.

Maybe because of the gunshots were coming in his direction. While I'm seeing Kawamura on the floor taking cover, I realize that I have my whole body curled up next to an L-shaped wall (the enemy would have to move over a bit to see what's between the gap).

There's a door to my right, and it has two gray locks on top of each other, and I quickly turn them horizontally and opened the knob to quickly dash out of the door.

The environment outside is similar to my Aunt's in South Carolina, and I go through the small path that would lead to the entrance of her house with the tropical kind of bushes on the sides of the small walkway.

I go to the driveway, and a Black Jaguar car comes out of nowhere from the neighbor's backyard.

It comes onto the driveway somehow, it just magically passes through the small metal wired fence that's like 3-4 feet tall that would lead to the backyard. After the vehicle passes and goes it's own way on the road perpendicular to the driveway, I turn back quickly to see the shape-shifter point a gun at me through an open window.

He fails to shoot me, and I get more tense, and then he tries to shoot again, but he still fails to do so. I try to run, but I'm doing it very slowly, and frankly, it was pretty damn irritating because I have no sort of weaponry on my body, at least one that's apparent. I go to the right side of the road perpendicular to the driveway in this familiar neighborhood of my Aunt's, and the shape-shifter comes out.

He takes the form of a little kid who looks like the toddler version of someone (nicknaming people again) named Mo (a tennis freshmen when I was a sophomore in HS).

He's preparing to ride purple bicycle to get a beach ball with red and white colors (they are forming into a spiral) to hit me. Apparently, he declares to me that the beach ball is explosive, and he rides the bicycle down the small slope on the driveway, and the ball comes right at me, but I quickly dodge it.

Despite me not being able to run quickly, the ball came really slow. He tries to get a few more balls and random objects thrown at me by ramming them with the bicycle, but he fails to do so. I'm still feeling tensed up and can only run very slowly. This is where the dream resets or shifts to another point I believe, and I'm back at the driveway that looks like my Aunt's.

Another car comes out through the backyard of the neighbor's onto to the driveway I'm on, probably the same Black Jaguar with a female inside riding it this time. I remember she had a ponytail, looked like she was Indian, and she had glasses with the black metal rim on the sides.

Mo aims his gun at me again, but he's just making himself the epitome of a Crappy aim. I get to the right side of the road YET again, and Mo this time comes out with a Pit bull by his side. The shape-shifter has a baseball bat in his hand, and the pit bull has a white face and a brown body. It looks like it's about 2 feet tall, and the pit bull gets ready to come at me, but the pit bull betrays Mo and barks and tries to bite him.

Mo gets scared from this, and the pit bull was probably irritated with Mo ordering him around to try and charge at me. The pit bull goes back to focusing on me, but it's still just standing there, slowly walking a few steps and stopping. Mo comes at me, and I stand my ground. I focus on the incoming pit bull and Mo, and Mo comes first.

I grab Mo by his collar (sorry, the kid has a baseball bat and is mostly likely wanting to bash my head with it) and kick him out of the way, and then try to deal with the pit bull.

I managed to get both pushed back far enough to give me ample time to calm down, and I honestly don't know what I did in retaliation to deal with them both, but it must've been extreme.

I slowly elevate my top torso up again from having to bend my back while doing the fighting move that I couldn't see clearly at all, and after that, I woke up with intense feelings, and felt shocking sensations for a while.

Oh and, the 68 cm on Oishi's Jacket from before, that's about 2.23 cm tall, and the pit bull seemed to be around that height, maybe a bit more......WHAT?!??!?!?!

Coincidence or some vague foreshadowing? I don't know.

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10.01.2012

Father Studies for Medical School (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It seems I'm a little child in this dream, something like that, it's really hard to verify this. There's some tennis match being displayed on a very large screen outside, and people from away on the huge grassy hills with other people sitting down are watching the match. The two people sitting down are apparently my parents, I could barely seem them, but their body contours from far away become clearer to identify.

The dream shifts to where my father is hugging me while I'm resting on the right side. He tells me that he has to study hard to get into Medical School...

That's all I can remember, and looooool, he did accounting...nothing related to medical school, at least as far as what he told me. Accounting was at its peak during his time, not medical...pfffffft what a stupid dream.

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10.01.2012

Novak Djokovic takes Statistics course? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a lecture room, and the professor asks if anyone is interested in taking Statistics in the future, probably to replace taking Calculus 3, which is similar to the options I have for Biochemistry in waking life. I raise my hand along with a few other people, and I'm sitting at the section to my left closest to the entrance.

The room is sloped deeply to maximize the number of seats, and someone who looks like Novak Djokovic mentions he's taking Statistics.

Someone asks how he got in it, and he declared that he had to get one of the highest scores, probably from a math placement exam, to get in. I see a value divided by 5 pop into my mind as soon as he declared that.

Then after that, the class goes back to paying attention to the random professor again. Then I realize I'm with a group of three, including myself. A random girl in the corp cadet outfit, which is a faded type of Khaki color, and she has a plump face, most noticeable on her cheeks. She has brown hair where the back side is balled up, and she has a device that looks like an iPad.

She has some weird extensions on it that's on the top and bottom layers, which leaves the rest of the screen available in the middle. The top section seems to be a keyboard type of extension for the iPad counterpart.

The next person in the group is some random dude next to her on the left side. He's chubby, and is wearing a dark blue hoodie jacket, light gray/white shirt underneath, and seems in a passive demeanor overall in class.

I can't remember anything else.

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10.01.2012

No Riding Bicycles in Building (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a class I have to go to that starts around 1:35 PM dream time, and the time now in it was 1:37 PM, and the apartment that I'm in, I could get to the class in maybe 2-3 minutes alone just by running as fast as I can. To be honest, it felt like it could've taken 30 seconds or less to get there, and even faster if I used a bicycle.

I get to class, and fortunately, the quiz or test we were going to have, teacher's assistants were still distributing the exam/quiz packet and Scantrons to fill in the answers for the multiple choice section. The lecture room has white walls, and there's dark blue carpet everything....on the steps to get to the rows of seat and where the professor's desk and and large table were as well.

Again, the class was formatted like that last dream, it was sloped down, to maximize seating arrangement, and I'm looking for a TA (teacher's assistant) who is handing out the blue scantrons, and then wait for them to finish the last row of seats so that can give me an extra one. I head for a random left handed seat all the way to the left side of the room. The room was structured to where it was it was curved, and it reminds me of my current math class room in waking life.

I go down to the seat, and I can't remember what I did next, so I assume there's another dream shift....

I ride my bicycle to get to class somehow, but I'm 1-2 minutes late again, but I don't think the professor cares about anyone being tardy for class. I looked at my Blackberry Curve phone, and realized I'm actually early, so the time changed dramatically from 1:37 PM to 1:07 PM, and then to 1:21 Pm without me doing a reality check.

The room actually had a different professor, but I didn't realize this until later on. She didn't seem to mind me being here, and I saw more students coming in to fill some empty seats for the next time, so I assumed this current class was almost over.

After my class is done, I ride my bicycle again, but inside a building. An old man wearing glasses, has gray hair, and is wearing a dark yellow dress shirt and Khaki pants tells me to not ride in the building. I feel embarrassed by this, and I stopped, and spent around 5-10 seconds lifting my bicycle so I could put it on my right shoulder. I walk like an idiot in front of everyone.

While I'm walking on the black tile flooring in this random building, two people seem to be having a conversation over something behind me, and I started to take interest of what they're trying to say. My audio starts kicking in and augments on their conversation, and I heard words that sounded like they were talking to me, even mocking me.

I get irritated to a point where I stopped, turned around, and told them that I know I shouldn't have had my bicycle in the building to ride on, and wanted them to stop making fun of me. They were two fairly tall African American males that looked like the counterparts to waking life versions that I had for a Comm App class in High School who were basketball players.

One of them immediately told me,

"We're not talking about that...."

And I turned around quick in more shame for me assuming they're talking behind my back, and now I'm going down an escalator with the bicycle. I trip and land on my rear somehow, but I managed to get up, and it's probably because the bicycle made my body out of balance.

It's weird thought, I thought I was holding it just fine when walking.....

Then I meet some person who looks like "Nin" (nicknaming again) in waking life. I don't know why he's here, but I figured I'd be nice to say "Hi" to him before he thinks I'm ignoring him or something..(you know those people that look at you, seeing if you get the same reaction of surprise that you know them as well, but haven't met in a while? Yeah...)

We have a general conversation, and I ask him how's college going for him. He takes a while to answer, and before he could respond, I immediately said his words for him.

"Oh, you just wanted to take some time before you do anything right?" (Meaning he wants to do some kind of other work before he goes to college I'm assuming).

He nods his head, we say our farewells, and I go back to my house to get something to go to another class, probably the same one in this new dream shift....there's an assignment that involves turning my vote on a worksheet, and I needed proper MLA citation, and it doesn't seem I didn't even do the assignment.

Eventually, I get the paper finished, and someone outside of the class before I go in has examined how the class is for me, and they're wearing a fancy suit and motorcycle helmet. I can't see their face at all, and the helmet is white with a black layer to cover their visage. They're resting their back on the wall with their arms folded, and told me that the class shouldn't be too much of a problem for me.

I go into the class, double check the worksheet I had to do with the proper MLA citation, and I can't remember what happens next unfortunately.

That person concealing their face with the bicycle helmet, it reminds me a lot like Light Yagami's father from the Death Note Movie where he wore a bicycle helmet during some small festival....

I know it couldn't have been him, the person felt familiar in terms of their energy signature, but now I'm not so sure....

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10.01.2012

Food in the Kitchen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in my apartment, and it's fairly dark inside. There's food left on the kitchen in various spots. Roast beef cut into circles done by my father I assume because I get an image of him when I see it....it's probably made for sandwiches I guess.

Then later on, I find fried rice in small to-go boxes, two of them, and there are a few ants crawling around.

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10.01.2012

Awesome Asian girl (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I meet an Asian girl who looks like the counterpart in waking life that I had for geometry in High School. She's a positive girl and is open to me, but it seems she wants me to start the introductions and conversations.

She's skinny, has a slight tanned skin, and she has black hair that's a balled up ponytail. I meet her outside some area with brown brick buildings. She looks down on her phone, and she tells me she works 6 side jobs....

I couldn't believe this chick, she's this happy and has 6 side jobs? To the left of me, there's an Asian guy who looks like Tim that I had for tennis class as a Junior, and the girl is still a few feet away from me.

I tell Tim that it must be her free day, because those are a lot of jobs...and I realized I think I should help him go out with her, rather than me taking her out.

I guess what I did was just help him get a date with her, and that's all I remember.

09.26.2012

Lucid Public Restroom Fellatio and Breast-play (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't barely contain myself............I had to delete my previous reaction because I'm so PUMPED.

And yay me for the somewhat decent recall too, this is definitely a huge boost, considering I have a History Exam coming up....at least this will make it more tolerable.

I get up from my bed, and somehow, I do a reality check instinctively. I had a feeling the dream environment would be bright and sunny. Inside of my bedroom, even though I didn't pay too much attention to the details in it, I realized it's a bit brighter than usual without any kind of artificial light source.

I believe I checked my alarm after "waking up" to it in the dream, and I think it was around 7:00 AM at the time, but again, I didn't pay too much attention to it. I slowly walk out of the door from my bedroom, and I'm now going through the small hallway of the kitchen.

I didn't even bother switching the lights on, since I'm already lucid, but I could tell from peripheral vision, my subconscious does an amazing job of replicating my whole apartment. As I'm slowly walking in my apartment still, I made sure to touch my body as much as possible, and I felt my chest, my stomach, and some of my legs as well.

The vividness of the dream, it was just like waking life, but even better. More crisp, detailed, and still even had somewhat of a high-end graphics game to it as well. I touch my body some more, and told myself,

"I will have a long and stable lucid dream."

"I will have a long and stable lucid dream."

Just like that.....I told myself that, and then I wanted to touch the wall to the left of me for more stability and getting the realism in. I could feel the small bumps on it, and it felt smooth just like the wall in waking life, oh and it had the white color to it as well. I saw small highlights hitting the wall as well from the window in front of me emitting the light.

The dark sky blue curtain I usually have up in waking life to conceal the insides of the apartment more was there as well. It's glowing, to some extent, from the daylight hitting through the slightly opened blinds, and then through the curtains.

I even told myself a few times at some point that I'm going to wake up, NOPE, NO STOPPING ME NOW!!!!!!!!! I immediately eradicated that thought, and then to my right, I noticed my bicycle is on top of the round table.

Yeah, that's definitely abnormal, and the table had a caramel color to it, just like in waking life. The gears on my bicycle, there was a subtle difference compared to the waking life counterpart. The gears in waking life were black and just like any default mountain bicycle with several gears for several levels of speed for the bicycle.

In the dream, it was as if the bicycle was brand spanking new. The gears were light gray, with probably just one gear instead of several, and I probably assumed that because the bicycle was titled diagonally to the right side from my position. To keep augmenting the stability, I decided to feel the bicycle tire on the back.

I moved the rear bicycle tire to rotate anti-clockwise (I think that's just a habit of being left-handed) with my right hand. As I watched it moved, I hover my right hand over the tires, and I gradually descended it until I finally made contact with the tires. I could feel the slight grazing from my palm, and the small grooves of the tires as well.

WOAH. If I wasn't lucid, this would've been an insane false awakening....

I even widened my eyes on how I was able to feel all of this. The bicycle was also purple, and had the light blue oval color with a thin white border around it on one of the horizontal and long supports of the bicycle under the seat. I didn't look too much to see if it had the name of the bicycle though.

I finally shift my focus to the door, and I believe I took my left hand to touch the doorknob. I noticed it was pretty damn close to the waking life counterpart as well. It had a dark gold color that was faded.

There were these small degradations apparent from the doorbell. I don't know if it was an intentional design like the waking life counterpart, but there were small cracked like style to it. The whole doorbell was covered with these randomly curved and jagged lines. I finally turn it, opened the door, and immediately saw the huge level of contrast from my dark apartment and this bright and sunny environment.

I take the time to really absorb in all that's being given to me. It's sort of difficult to describe the dream environment at this time, since it was so bright and sunny, I could only focus on getting my senses adjusted to this new level of stability and vividness.

I couldn't tell I was naked or not, but I assumed I had clothes on the moment I left the apartment. I knew I had to have had an underwear on in the apartment, despite knowing I slept naked in waking life.

After almost zoning out, I get back to focusing on doing something, and I turned around to my left, and I saw a cop vehicle. It was black and white, and had a dark gold symbol between the front and back doors on the right side, and I'm assuming this is the case for the left side that I didn't bother to look at. I get closer to the vehicle, and see there's a police office inside.

He's looks African American, is bald, and he's wearing glasses with a very thin metal frame. He was wearing a Black dress shirt with his badge somewhere on the left or right, and also wore Black long pants as well. I saw the pockets on his shirt as well, and these looked like pockets to store heavier stuff than your usual dress shirt pocket.

I open the door and sit next to him on the passenger seat. I close the door, and had a small random talk with him.

I didn't waste time and blatantly asked him,

"What do you represent in this dream?"

He then goes on to ramble about some random reason why he exists....he declares something about him being here because I didn't water down something?

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? I guess you're just a random DC.

The guy was pretty nice, he wasn't threatening or anything like that. So while I decide to just stay in the vehicle with this guy, it seems he's going to get a huge car wash for his vehicle. I quickly looked up, and I saw motors quickly initiating to get ready to scrub the police vehicle. I immediately get out, since I don't want to waste time seeing a car get washed.

After I get out, here's the part that confuses me, maybe it's just a slight fault to my recall here, but I don't know what I did next from him.

But I do know things felt like a dream shift, and I'm still lucid....this whole environment was still bright.

I find something very odd....most of my dreams consisted of some kind of darkness....and the majority of those dreams in darkness were non-lucid. Here I have a lucid where it's completely bright and sunny, and to some extent, even blinding on me being able to pick out key areas of the environment around me.

I wonder.....could it be the day light in the dream that keeps me aware? Hmmm......I wonder....

I'm walking with someone who is on my left side. I can't tell who they are at the moment, and it seems we're coming near the end of a driveway and eventually on to the road. But instead of actually crossing it, I go back along with this person I'm with that I'm not even bothering to turn my face to, and I asked them,

"Do you think I can teleport to Alyzarin? (I said her real name)"

The voice sounds like a female....and now that I think about it more, I slowly shifted my eyes to the left side, and saw a female body, but I didn't look up as yet to see the head just yet. The person who's visage I can't identify as yet is wearing a Pastel green long sleeved jacket that had the material of a long-sleeved dress shirt....I hope that description makes sense.

It seemed they wore skinny jeans, and I believe they probably had a red shirt underneath the dress shirt type of jacket. As I'm moving my head up to see how they look like, it's really hard to tell if she's a blonde girl, or if she looked like a girl named Sarah B. that I used to know for History class.

It's hard to tell if I would have another dream shift with another girl, but for now, for this moment, I'll just put in what I remember at the time.

The girl that I can't identify responds to me in a passive but confident manner,

"No, you can't do that."

I felt slightly disappointed in myself that I couldn't teleport to attempt to find Alyzarin, and I didn't bother asking the female any more questions on other ways to find her.

Now comes the gap in recall here...ugh, I need to work on that.....actually no, I'm just going to let it come naturally...

The dream shifts again, and now I'm with a girl that looks a lot like Sarah B. (I'm using that because I met way too many Sarah's in my life).

It seems Sarah is wearing this weird color that seems to be a mix of dark maroon and brown, it's very hard to describe. I'd said....a really dark brown colored jacket? Underneath that was a light gray sleeveless ruffle blouse of some sort. She wore regular jeans as well, but my recall of how they really looked like is a bit stale, since I was mostly enticed by her face.

She has a very cheerful personality, just like the waking life counterpart, it's like my subconscious collaborated in getting the best aspects of her overall personality.

She was one of the most cheerful females I've met in my life, and was very nice towards me. She's the type of girl who has a lot of friends, probably even to this day, and she was usually the type to jokingly make fun of them.....she was just the cool chick that you just had to love.

She holds my hand.....oh my...

I let her guide me, and then she tells me,

"Let's go to the Women's Restroom....."

I take my hand away from her and stop right there.....

The last time I went inside a Women's Restroom in a lucid dream, I ended up fingering a girl who was peeing....I wonder what's going to happen now with someone I had a slight crush on before in waking life?

I respond,

"But But.....why can't we use the Men's Restroom?"

She responds with,

"Tch," like she was slightly irritated on why I would be concerned on which restroom to go to.

Wooooah, she probably needs to get some action or something....I didn't expect her to express a slight shift in mood.

It was as if she's the embodiment of a YANDERE...woahhhhhhhhhhhhh....oh goodness.......things are going to get EXCIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITING..a dream character who can go slightly psycho on me, but is still mostly romantically attracted to me? I'm GAME.

I stand there for a while, looking back and forth at the Men's and Women's Restroom sign above me, and then peeked at the Women's Restroom for a split second because I didn't want to look like a pervert.

I'm lucid, and I'm still afraid of this? I mean....that makes sense, because a girl I fingered in the bathroom in a lucid that was months ago went bat shit cray the moment I told her to prove she was my dream guide. She does this by making her eyes bigger than they should be, and she just did some weird stuff to wake me up while having her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms around my neck.

I guess unconsciously, I was afraid of that scenario possibly happening. After a while, and by a while, I just mean a few seconds, I sigh, and then I decided to inside the women's restroom.

As I'm going in, it seems there are Men's Urinals with small stalls splitting between them for privacy. Oh man......this brings back memories from that last lucid I had a long time ago....

Alright, now for the 18+ stuff, you have been warned, and don't get your hopes up too much, it was just mainly just a fellatio and tit-job....but still, it's an amazing experience for me, considering I didn't have to worry about the dream destabilizing.

Sex is SEX....even it's just oral and using another female's body part.

Spoiler for 18+....but I know most of you are going to read this anyway..:

Sarah B. is already sitting on the urinal....and it seems she's looking the other way and not paying attention to me. I could tell she's doing this on purpose to lure me. She's also completely naked.

Her tits were amazing, they were way bigger than they were in waking life, I'd say they were double D tits. Her nipples were dark brown as well. As I'm getting closer to her, I noticed that there's an African American woman to the right of Sarah on a separate stall.

She was naked as well, and she somehow managed to curl up her whole body to literally be inside the Urinal. She has her whole body confined in a tight spot, and she has her arms wrapping around her knees as well, exposing her vagina.

I could sense her shivering....she felt really scared, but I didn't feel the need to try and be empathetic towards this female. She also had long dark brown hair as well, and as for her visage, it wasn't really appealing to me at all.

I'm sorry, maybe I'm being too cruel, but since she's already naked, and in a position where she openly has her cunt like that, I wondered if she was just a sex object or something. I didn't do anything with her, I was only looking at her, and only spent a few seconds feeling sorry for her.

It felt kind of awkward having the lady to the right draining my chance to get some action from Sarah B., so I think my subconscious conveniently extends the borders of the already thin and small bathroom stalls. Sarah B. is sitting on the toilet now instead of a Urinal, and the dark skinned women who was ruining my mood with her depressing energy was completely blocked off.

Now that I have Sarah B. all to myself, I noticed she already took my pants off, but not all the way, just enough to where it's hanging near the bottom of my rear. She takes my penis out, and she slowly sucks on it.

The feeling, it's hard to distinguish how it felt like, at some moments, I didn't feel anything, and then for other moments, I felt the suction from her mouth.

However, despite all of this, the fact that we're doing it in a public restroom where someone could come in and see me getting oral sex was exhilarating...and I purposefully left the new extended bathroom stall for the toilets opened a bit. I didn't care who came in, all I wanted to focus on was Sarah B., the girl who invariably was so nice to me in waking life is giving me fellatio...

Even though I couldn't get the feelings of the skin contact down, just being with someone who is openly sexual towards me in a lucid dream was enough to get my going. I looked back to see if anyone came inside the bathroom (not came as in sexual came, came as in coming in...ugh, it's hard with these puns looool).

After a while, Sarah B. starts to use her tits and sandwiches my dick and slowly moves her tits up and down. I felt some kind of sensation, but it all happened so quickly that I just couldn't get the feeling down right. After a while, Sarah B. takes a break, and she's squatting down on the toilet seat.

No, she's not doing anything....nothing weird here...Anyway, I continue to gaze at her naked body, and her breasts suddenly became enticing all over again. I get my hands and started to gently stroke and massage her tits. They felt so smooth and soft.

Sarah asks me,

"Brandon??? What are you doing???" while she's smiling at me....yes...yes...keep up that hard as nails personality and then go back to being sexually attracted to me....dear goodness....

AFJSDAKJSDAFJ this is waaaaaay too awesome....

She does another "Tch" sound, which turns me on because as much as she's trying to be tough, she's still being passive and allowing her body to be used like this. I decided to lower myself down and suck on her nipples.

Once I had a good hold on her nipples with my mouth, I rolled my tongue in a circular motion, feeling the grooves and creases of her erect right nipple. My warm tongue was thawing out her cold nipples, and I kept hearing the large sucking sounds I made from it. I continued groping her tits and sucking her nipples until some people start to come in.

If you get confused....just read what's under the damn spoiler.

I get distracted, and there's a random group of men that come in. I can't tell all of their facial composition, and there's maybe like 2-3 of them overall, one I know being a big and muscular Black male. He declares to me,

"Let's trade women!"

I get pissed, I immediately grabbed Sarah B's naked body and said,

"NO! SHE'S MINE!"

I quickly dash out of the restroom, and then all of a sudden, there's random shooting, and I'm even hearing machine guns....

LOLLL HOLY...RUN LINK RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I still have a good hold on Sarah B in my arms, and I eventually reached back to my apartment again and quickly shut down the door. I looked outside at the window and saw an old man get shot by this unknown force of entities I didn't even see as yet. I honestly think the shooting was just added there for the lulz or something.

I was worried if the old man was dead or not, and by looking at him, he was a really short man lying down on the grass. I'd say he's probably 3-4 feet tall, he has a big head.

He looks exactly like the Sturgeon from Windwaker, except he was wearing a white outfit, and a red-pink-ish band around his waist, and his skin was tanned.

I opened the door after the gunfire ceased, and asked the old man,

"Hey, are you okay?"

The man wiggles his nose, and he gets up immediately and I let him inside of my apartment.

After the fiasco really calms down, NOW I START THINKING of the consequences of receiving fellatio and a tit-job from Sarah B....

LOL, despite my lucidity, I'm STILL concerned, it's like my mind was so focused on getting away from the gunfire that the after effect made me dumb down a bit...I started thinking,

"Shit...what if she has an STD?" I started to pace myself back and forth near my apartment while Sarah B. is probably sitting down on a chair next to the same round caramel table I mentioned that is in my apartment in waking and dreaming life.

After worrying about the matter even more, I then have another dream shift where I see the alarm clock time for 7:54 AM. I'm back inside of my dark bedroom, and the alarm clock is just sitting there, glowing the time in red light.

I can't remember much after that, but when I woke up, I felt these rushed emotions tingly and surging through my head and most of my spine.

Wow...this dream took me quite a while to type....man...I need to type faster! I have 35 minutes or so to get to my class, and I'll probably have to eat a banana after I'm done with brushing my teeth and all.....

FAST MODE ACTIVATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

09.25.2012

You Can Just Use My Password! + Eva In an Office? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in an area that resembles my university, it looks like it's going to rain because there's absolutely no sun present in the skies. I remember seeing a section of concrete with some pebbles fused with it, and a few trees here and there. The trees looked weird, they looked black, but it was probably an extreme hue of dark brown.

There's a few people around me, and I don't know why I'm here at all, I think I'm just standing there zoning out somehow. There's some part in the dream where I'm in an even darker environment, and I go inside of this small house that's actually a mini-museum of some sort. When I go inside of the house, there's this wooden rocking chair that has a shiny light brown wood polish to it.

Behind the resting area for one's back are words that are engraved. The font is sharp in form, like someone really took a chisel or knife to make it look like some serial killer wrote it or something. The house itself feels like it's smaller than it should be, and I can't help this inside was a lot brighter than outside. The lighting had a orange-yellow setting to it, the flooring of the house seems to be made of wood as well.

The walls, it's hard to presume, but I maybe without the yellow-orange lighting saturating the whole area, they probably would've been white, and I also think they had a series of small brown polka dots all over them as well. There was something about the message behind the chair that I wish I knew, because it definitely sparked my interest.

The dream shifts, I think, where I'm back at some section that resembles my university again. There's this girl who looked a lot like my SI tutor for CHEM 101 my Freshmen year. She had a plump face, brown hair, a cute smile, and was slightly chubby down there. She was wearing some kind of small teal or turquoise jacket, a white shirt underneath, and maroon short shorts.

(Just exclude the ruffles and vertical lines, and just imagine a maroon jean short shorts material and that's what she wore)

Her wearing the short shorts made me look at her ass and her thighs, and the thighs surprisingly looked smooth and had some glow to it. I think she wore default sneakers with white laces and a gray base with a white round section near the front side of her feet. Despite her not being the type that was attractive in waking life, but at least had an ass and perky breasts, she did make this gloomy environment that I'm in a lot more tolerable.

She then asks me if I want to go somewhere with her, which she eventually said it was the building for BIMS majors (Biomedical Science Majors). I asked her in sort of a passive-concerned manner,

"I though non-major BIMS majors weren't allowed to go into the building?"

She responds in a cheerful tone,

"Oh no! You don't have to worry about that" *giggle* "When we get there, you can just use my password to get in!"

I still was doubtful about the whole thing, because I really felt that I would be in trouble if they found out I'm not a BIMS major, and that I'm encroaching the area for no logical reason or something like that.

I eventually agreed with her.

Maybe I agreed to follow her because this environment would've just set myself for a melancholy demeanor anyway, and since she was probably the only cheerful soul in this gloomy atmosphere, maybe she would've directed me to a more positive environment. I go inside a building, and I'm at a huge office with her.

The environment inside, the main color was a mid-tone of Pastel Green all over the walls, and there's dark blue carpet flooring as well. I hear papers ruffling, the sounds of a really busy office of productive people most likely, or everyone rushing to reach their quota.

It's your typical office, certain blockers with a section for each worker that would have a computer, desk, and chair, and all sorts of stuff on their desk

I stay still for a while, and lose awareness of the girl I'm following just for a few seconds. I remember glancing over a lady who looked like my teacher in middle school in English class when I had Ms. East for Social Studies (she was an awesome teacher....she really loved having me in her class because I did so well in it)...

I still can't help but think that my motivation to do well was so clear during my childhood, as if it came naturally, that I didn't need to think about why I needed to do something, I just did it to the best of my ability....maybe seeing that same teacher made me realize that....and that I shouldn't worry about the current failures I'm going through as long as I just keep my head up and persevere.

The lady that resembled the past waking life counterpart of the English teacher, she had Black and slightly curvy and curly hair that went down all the way to her chin. She wore a white shirt, with some kind of polka dots, and even though she was sitting down, I had a feeling she was wearing some kind of pink jeans. She wore red lipstick, and the area around her eyes seem to have a little mascara.

She looked like she was in her 40s as well. After coming back to "reality" in the dream, I realize the girl who looked like Megan (the same one I described that was cheerful in a gloomy environment) is now back to being by my side again.

She has some papers in her hands, and I don't know what's contained in them. I continue to follow her, while I still had feelings fear and being in an awkward situation that someone might pick on that abnormal behavior and possibly call me out. But it seems that people were so busy in this office to even care or even look.

I eventually reach the upper areas, which I noticed transitioned to warmer colors than the cool from floors below. I finally reach a floor with the Megan counterpart, and by this time, I lose all focus on her. I think she disappeared at this point in time, and it seems I have papers in my hands now.

Maybe she gave them to me and left, I can't recall it too well. I noticed that my Biochemistry adviser was inside this building, in fact, the tone of her voice, ordering some student workers around, I presumed she was in charge of this section. Hm.....that's a bit ironic, my Biochemistry Adviser commanding a section in a building that I presumed to be a Biomedical Science Building...

I looked at her, and she looks at me, and we just have awkward moment of, "Dafuq??????" for a few seconds, until I quickly glanced somewhere else before she probably noticed who I really am. The environment in here was like at the bottom floor.

Busy people everywhere, tight work spaces that I have to move in awkward positions. People just kept coming in and out of nowhere, and while I have the papers in my right hand, I seem to be looking down at someone at a particular workspace in the office. I don't know who it was, but their back was facing me.

The environment that I mentioned in this room being similar to the red atmosphere you see in the Darkroom for photographs and such made it difficult to get a decent vision of the contours of their body.

As I'm typing this, I keep feeling it's the back of a female that I'm looking at, and she has long blonde hair.

The outer layer outfit she's wearing looks like a light brown pilot suit, which I think is the same outfit Eva wears in MGS3. Other than that, it's really hard telling if could be her or someone completely different.

I only remember advancing to them little by little, feeling the anticipation go up with each step.

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09.25.2012

Blonde Guy in Brown Sweater (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a blonde guy that looks an awful lot like a someone I know on the internet...yes I'm afraid ot stating who it is lol.

Anyway, it seems I'm going through some pictures mentally of this person wearing a long brown sweater and dark blue jeans. The brown sweater had a few stripes from the top and bottom region that were light brown, almost a vanilla type of color.

He had hair that went down until it was chin length, and these photos looked like he was posing inside of those small photo booth stands you would take with a friend or lover of yours, except that he was inside of a house. The house had a orange-yellow lighting to it, and he's sitting down at what seems to be a dinner table.

This dinner table had a fancy dark brown wooden polish to it, and the wood flooring was light brown with a nice shine to it as well. Some noticeable photos I can recall of him taking were:

-Playing a Guitar

-Sitting on a chair, and turning a quarter of his body while the picture is being taken by someone else where his bottom region is closer in the photograph than his upper region.

-He's making some weird hand gestures, along with weird facial expressions.

And that's all I remember.

I took a nap around 4:15 PM, woke up to alarm set for 7:00 PM, set it to 8:00PM and slept until I woke up around 7:50 PM.

09.23.2012

Pepper Seed Jar and Biochemistry Adviser Office (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside an office, and there's a lady to my right sitting at a desk. It has a computer, a bunch of papers spread out, the usual thing. From the front left, I see there's another door opened to another room near the main office, probably 10-20 feet away from me. Inside of that same room, I saw my Biochemistry Adviser sitting down looking at the computer.

Before I describe her, the office itself was slightly different than the waking life counterpart. My adviser's room is designed to where you can't see her unless you actually go into the room, because when the door opens, only half of her room is visible when you come into the main office before looking inside. Here, I could possibly see everything there, if the door was completely opened in the dream.

My advisory wore a dark gray polyester female dress shirt (it was a thin material), and a light gray dress underneath that. The door was slightly opened, and I assumed that I talked to her previously in the dream, but I can't recall what we talked about. But by judging my feelings in the dream, it didn't seem anything too serious, and as I'm close to leaving this section of the Biochemistry Department, I just happened to see to my right, pepper seeds.


They were contained in a circular jar, like those types where the ends would be cut (not literally) with rectangular ends, so the jar wouldn't roll off the counter or shelf. There was a black text that showed the price to eat the pepper seeds I'm assuming, and it was for "15 cents" each, with the logo for cents.

I didn't know about this until later on, so I took one pepper, and quickly put it in my mouth and chewed on it.

[My.....very....very...SPICY!!!

OH MY.......SPICY!!!!!!!! Its taste is hitting certain areas around my tongue.....

Ooooh, tasting the salt there......ooooh tasting the bitterness there......OH OH OHHHHH THAT WAS SPICY]

All that I said in brackets is how it felt in those few 2-3 seconds of chewing it (Note I wasn't really saying that, just added expression to how real the taste was).

I prepare myself to leave the office, but I immediately hear the lady that was to the right of me before I turn my back declare,

"15 Cents will be taken off.."

I respond,

"Ooooh....Oh! Sorry, I'll go ahead and pay for that right now!" (the pepper seed).

I take my left hand to dig through my left pant pocket, and heard some change jingling around. I take as much as I can out of it, and I quickly counted 15 cents and gave it to the lady.

I think she said "Thank you," and as I'm turning my back again to leave the room, I turn around once more and declared,

"Oh! I gave 20 cents instead huh?"

She quickly looks at the change with her hand opened, but before she could say something, I professed,

"Oh, don't worry about it..."

I left the area, and that's all that I remember.

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09.23.2012

Angelina Jolie Counterpart spams God Mode (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I looked up Pepper Dream meaning signs, and most of it foreshadows danger of some sort, be it through quarreling, financial loss, etc....but I feel that previous dream was just prelude to this one.....I can't really take dream meanings as set in stone notions of truth...but still....

*sigh* Anyway


Ugh....not this kind of dream again.....

Invincible DC+ me being a crappy aim or them spamming God Mode = GETS ANNOYING.

I'm inside a gym, and the carpet is dark blue, there are mirrors attached to the walls on all sides, excluding the entrance and exits I'm assuming. There's a pretty large collection of treadmills around this area. I happen to be close to one, and I believe I'm just observing what's around me.

There's this man who looks like he's an inspector of some sort, like to see if the gym equipment are in good conditions for gym members. He's a really picky guy, he has that really really really analytical eye going about these treadmills and other gym equipment.

There was one treadmill where he put his finger around some buttons, and he didn't like it at all. He takes his index finger off the machine, quickly wipes it off his pants in disgust, and declares,

"I don't like this at all!!"

Not sure who he's talking to, but he was looking at someone. I also recall that same man wearing a dark colored dress shirt tucked into some long Khaki pants I believe.

Then the dream shifts a little bit to where I'm near a dark-skinned lady, and she wants me to look through something that resembles that scope thing you see in submarines to check what's out there. As soon as I put my eyes near the glass to see what's going on through the scope, it's like I'm being transported to a completely different dream environment.

It feels like a video game now, and I'm in it. Whatever area I'm confined in now, it's moving, and it's moving fairly quickly. I find out I'm inside a vehicle or some sort, maybe it's not, but it is moving. I still have the feelings that I'm looking through the same scope.

While I still am, I zoom in on a lady that's inside of the back of a truck that's also moving. Before I go into details on her, here's how the environment looks like. There's a huge brown boulder, or mini-cliff on the left side, and there's a huge body of water on the right, though me and the truck that this vehicle I'm in is following are way above the water level.

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I see some area that looks like a town is coming up to the right far away, and finally, I see the lady. The scope has Thermal vision, so I'm mostly seeing blue, green, yellow, red, and some orange colors, but it's mostly just cool colors I'm seeing....that's weird....barely any body heat on this woman?

I don't think she's human.....she's mostly showing up as colors of blue and green throughout her whole body, and maybe a little hint of yellow and red on her forehead, but it was a very thin vertical line.


She's wearing a pastel green sleeveless tank top, and probably some short khaki dress. She looks like she's looking at me directly, has her lips slightly opened, with her teeth together, and she has pretty big lips. She wears some sunglasses with a thin metal frame around the lens, and she seems to not mind me looking at her.

But something about her bothered me.....it seemed she was up to something.

You know like one of those shows where some random person sees someone, but they look completely normal to them, but they don't know they're probably kind of serial killer or bank robber? Yeah, it felt like that.....

Something made me try to aim a weapon at her, but by the time I do that, the back of the truck seems to be covering half of where she is probably behind right now. Maybe it could be that the right side of the truck cargo she's in is exposed rather than the back. Or it could just be that the thermal vision from the scope can see through thick metal, and I assumed that the backside of the truck cargo was exposed.....hmmmm.


The truck makes a sharp right turn in this enclosed road we're on, and the moment that happened, I decided to just shoot the damn thing.

SHOOT IT SHOOT IT NOW!!!

Then all sorts of things happen, there's this rush, so many events happening....the truck speed up, along with the vehicle I'm in speeding up. Sometimes I wonder if I was just running as high speeds, because I don't recall seeing any kind of car roofs or windows at the time.

Anyway, the dream shifts, and now I'm in a room...I don't pay too much attention to it. All I know is that it consists of light colors of brown and white...like a Calypso type of setting...yeah, this whole dream has that vibe. I open a dark gray door, and I slowly peek out to my left....and I believe the Angeline Jolie counterpart is with some random old guy.

He's wearing a dark dress shirt that's unbuttoned, and probably a light gray shirt with some dark pants and shoes as well. The guy is fairly shorter than her, and she's pretty tall, probably 6'4", something like that. The mini hallway they're in, there's a window in front of them, and it's fairly bright, must still be sunny out there.

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The floor tiles are vanilla colored, and as soon as Angelina Jolie and the old man start, I quickly take aim at try to shoot her as much as I can. Crap...is my aim this HORRIBLE???? I panic, slam the door shut, and quickly looked at the gun I'm holding. It's like a default pistol with a gray coating around the gun head, and studded black material around the holding base.

It also had some weird attachment to the front of it that seems that it can be pressed for some kind of feature, though the split second thinking I'm running out of, I didn't have the time for that. I looked at the gun a bit more, and saw "Bronze Hatchet" labeled on it.

Ugh...another Runescape item reference? But the gun doesn't look anything like a hatchet!!! It's a gun....bleeeh!!

I need to find a place to duck for cover before she opens that door. I quickly find a table that has a decent covering spot, and I hide under there. The door opens, and I see just Angelina's legs walking, searching around the area in her first few seconds of entering it. Then I realized, my father is sitting down on the floor, bracing his back against the wall next to the opened door.

Shit....I get up quickly and aim my gun at her...and by this point, I just start going crazy, I can't recall perfectly on what happened. But based on me going nuts and worrying if she'll shoot my father or something, I assumed I just shot at her in fear, and it didn't seem to work at all. I noticed the gunshots sounded like the M1 Garand "ping" sound.

http://images.wikia.com/callofduty/i..._ping_CoD1.ogg
(Click to hear the ping sound)

Nothing is working on her....there's not a dent on her....and I think she has her gun in her right hand aimed near my father's head, and she's looking at me with her glasses off I believe. It definitely looks like an Angelina Jolie counterpart, or a doppelganger.

I aim my gun at the old dirty, and probably smelly guy, but the gunshots aren't affecting him as well. I know I'm not a crappy aim in a close-ranged situation, so these two probably just have God Mode on full blast.

I can't think straight, I don't know what to do, I don't know what she's going to do with that gun aimed at my father. They're just STANDING there, doing nothing, waiting for me to do something, but I'm dissociated from myself that I eventually just try to end the dream and woke up somehow out of fear of what would happen next.

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09.23.2012

Sensui and his New Light (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'll keep this dream short, because the second dream.....took a quite a while because I was distracted with some things, and I really should finish this lab report and pre-lab questions too before it gets too late at night.

Alright, I'm in a void....it's really.....dark...so empty...I don't see myself, maybe I'm just looking at this void in first person view, but I hear Shinobu Sensui's voice from Yu Yu Hakusho.

He talks about how in the darkness.....the blood was his new light.

*sigh* Too much ambiguity...