Alone With my Mind

-These are fragments I remember over the course of last night. For some reason they seem connected, and were all extremely vivid and/or memorable.

Red.

Red rock, everywhere.

I can only see silhouettes of them. People fighting.

Is that pink I see? Why are those men wearing pink? I can't see anything.

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"King, sit down, and sign the treaty, now!"

He sits down, and stares at the strange array of pens lying in front of him.

Noticing a movement in the corner of his eye, he blasts the ground with ice. Nothing was there but the blue, solid floor.

I remember I have a gun, so I point it straight at him, but he vanished as quick as he appeared.

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Lying in a deep trench, I aim the energy cannon straight up.

I fire blue orbs of raw power at the men climbing down the ladder, and the cliffs above me rain dust into my eyes.

The dream fogs up.

I reload, and notice one of my friends have fallen. I help her up, realizing she's covered in dust.

Others have already taken the energy cannon and are firing at enemies.

I guess I decided to take my friend back home, because of the next dream.

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I'm in a yellow room, and someone in the shower asks me to toss her some soap.

The bathroom smells of antiseptic, and it makes me a bit dizzy as I slip the soap behind the curtains.

I leave the room for a few moments, and when I come back she is fully dressed and about to leave.

The shower is still running though, so I run to the bathroom and open the curtains. To my surprise, my brother is taking a shower in his underwear.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

-

I woke up to my brother and mom opening the room asking me to get up for breakfast.

"Lucid dreaming, huh?" he says.

"Yep. Been doin it for a while. I kinda haven't been trying recently."

"No shit."

"Yeah. It's really great."

"Hah." The guy next to him laughs.

"What?" I ask.

"You've been talkin about lucidity for a while and you haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"You're dreaming."

He whirls his fist into my side.

NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
This dream is somewhat influenced by the books The Hunger Games and A Wrinkle in Time.

As the last few of us band together, there are only three thoughts in our mind. Survive. Kill. Run. Everyone is losing the last bit of their wit as these three thoughts are being juggled in our minds. We must survive. Those not part of our group must be killed. Those rebelling within our group must be killed. Those who go insane must be killed. Most importantly, those who are poisoned by The Beaten must be killed. Fast. The Beaten is an airborne poison that targets the weak, curious, and unstable. As soon as it gets into an animal's or a person's bloodstream, it doesn't take much more to spread the poison into those who are strong-willed, solid, and smart. A small bite or scratch turns your eyes blood-red in a second, your mind distorts, leaving most of it in a disturbed mess of insanity. And the poisoned have their skin the strength of leather, bones like steel, adrenaline pumping. We must run.

I bump into Gloria by accident. She says, her words edged with steel, "What's the matter with you?!" Taken aback by her anger, something she rarely shows, I reply, "Sorry. Try not to lose your temper, The Beaten feeds off of extreme emotion you know." The anger drains from her face. We continue to walk up the stairs, entering the house. Nearly everyone searches around for supplies of something, with no luck, except for some old furniture and the drywall may be used for kindle at the night. I walk back out, the bright sun stinging my eyes, for the house was very dark. Broxtan follows me out, weary and obviously saddened. "I immediately take a few steps back, because if The Beaten catches him, I won't have enough time to run. "What's up?" I ask. "Nothing. It's just that I'm so pissed we're stuck here. Why did we have to be put here?!"

He sinks his head into his hands. He shudders a bit, possibly because of tears flowing to eyes, but then he looks up. I stare at him, as red floods the whites of his eyes, his mouth twitching into a smirk. Without thinking, I smash my fist into his nose as I duck and run into the yard in front of me. I stop, because I notice I have a few friends running from the side yard to help me. I command the two of them to surround him, but Broxton swipes at one's chest, cutting his shirt, causing him to twirl to the floor. My other friend, Jung, kneels down to help him up, but The Beaten causes the injured boy to convulse, making Jung drop him and run backwards a bit. The deep red that fills Broxtan's eyes fade out a bit, and he whispers, "Push me. Push me down." Confused, I respond with a "Wha-" He repeats, "Push me down. The Beaten will leave after a full body impact." The crimson floods into his eyes again. I swiftly rush him, dodge his punch, and I use the momentum of the dodge to slam both my hands into his shoulders, sending him flying to the ground. "Thank you," he mutters just before his back hits the dirt with a thud.

The Beaten quickly overtakes the injured boy on the ground, and I scream for Jung to tackle him. He scrambles from behind a tree and smashes his shoulders into the enemy's chest. As the remainder of my group file out of the abandoned house, I hear an announcement. "In the mansion in the mountains, a little memoir of those tributes whose lives you've taken have been placed there. I suggest you check it out, unless your afraid, of I don't know, a trap." Worry flashes through our eyes, much like the redness takes those by the beaten. The dream skips, and I'm walking up a hill toward the covered balcony of the aforementioned mansion. I notice a small jewelry box-type thing with pictures tied to one of it's corners. I flip through some of the pictures, seeing the faces of those who were killed. I quickly leave as the pictures sober me into my hidden sadness, as the trap could be those same pictures, maybe even what lied in the jewelry box contained the poison of The Beaten. I walk downstairs and toward the grassy trails to the bottom of the mountain. I hear footsteps behind me, and a long pause. Possibly to look at the photos. I hear footsteps once more, speedier. They soon break into a run, and I find myself running too. But their running is faster. I trip down the trail, and I get caught from behind. With a knife.

I respawn shortly before my death, outside the mansion. After I check the photos again, I quickly walk out of the mansion, noticing Jenny pass by me in as I leave. I ignore her, because she isn't a threat and her emotions aren't as provoke-able as most. I thought wrong. Running again, I try to evade her, but end up dying more brutally, by the hands of a rock to the skull. I focus my respawn back in time, to the point right before I entered the mansion. Instead of immediately checking the box, I waited for Jenny to come by, and warned her not to check the box. She ignored me, and checked it anyways. The Beaten got to her again, but this time I was braced. She leaped in front of me, and I countered with a shove and run. I sprinted down the hill as fast as I could, getting underneath the high ledge where the mansion is. I looked back, and she was catching up to me. Two of my friends ran by, and they were already trying to shove her down. But she juked both of them, thankfully the distraction gave me the advantage of running back up the hill. She jumped toward my back, hoping to knock me down, but I turned again, nearly out of breath as I ran right back down the hill. I heard her slow her pace, and so did I. Soon the only footsteps that I heard were mine. This is good news! I thought. Once more, I was wrong. She was looking down on me from the cliff again, unseen by me. Until I looked up, and by then my face was already crushed by the heel of her boot.

I'm trying to improve my writing BTW. Any good? I think I stretched out the dream a bit, it's much shorter than it seems.

non-dream non-lucid lucid

Tipping over, a box full of cubes empty their contents onto the store floors. "Damn," I said as I ran out of the exit, an expensive item gleaming in my hand. Theft. I had realized what I had done, now lucid, as turned around and walked back into the store. I was forced to pay a fine for theft and destruction of property, and I read the bill. $70. Not bad.

The dream skips, and I am walking around my school campus. I greet a teacher as I walk by a classroom, noting her apparent friendiness in what seems to be a rather sore day. The new vice principal is peering into a classroom, observing the teacher and his students. Down by a table, little boy is enjoying his lunch. I turn into the next empty hallway to make another circle around the school. It's suddenly almost pitch-black, and trying to find my way around the darkness. Some slow, depressing rock music is playing, the only words I hear are "Written in the Storms". I walk back around, and I see the old vice principal, full of rage, screaming into a classroom full of threatened students and their teacher. I reluctantly say "Evening," to a few teachers walking by. I got a depressed and shy, "E..evenin'." What's going on?- I thought. A chubby boy, much like the one I saw before, is shoveling food down his throat with both hands.

I turn to the final hallway, and I see someone. She turns walks with me, and the very little light in the dream is flashing faintly on her face, much like how cars' headlights quickly and repeatedly strike a street lamp is it turns a corner. I say, "No one really knows the true faces behind the good people in this horrible world. My true face shows the sadness and stress that my family seems to pass onto me. My true faith is only for me to know. My current, let's say compulsion, is also buried deeply in that face, and that, weh-, -oo b-" The dream ends. I fall back asleep as I try to continue the dream, but I seem to only get in choppy results. "-t-gth- -th- y-" I manage to get out. The dream relocates, and I find myself saying "Writing in the storms," to my confused mother and brother. I hear the music of the same song I heard coming from my bedroom. I try to find the source of the music as it fades away. The dream skips to the previous scene, as I turn to this girl and say "you."

Up Starts from Down (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
[False Awakening]
I toss and turn and cant seem to fall back asleep, so I get up and turn on the computer. A quick look outside tells me that it is about 4:00PM. I click a few of my favorite websites browsing my favorite sites and check my email, and my computer screen starts bugging out. It won't let me type or click on anything, rendering it as useful as a brick. An idea snaps in my mind that I'm may be dreaming, and I do a reality check. Yep, it passed, and I became lucid. The computer screen went back to normal, and I thought about the tasks I should do. I look up and an Enterprise-like starship is at a low altitude in the sky. Maybe I should check up there... I thought, so I walked away from the computer to open a portal. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, so I fell backward to stabilize the dream and transport to the ship. I felt myself rising upward into the sky, but quickly lost altitude. I woke up in my bed, ticked that I failed. I couldn't really fall back asleep.

Big Man, Small Town (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I had exited a building, finding myself on a concrete field of nothing. I turned around, and the building is gone. I did a reality check and became lucid, but then the dream suddenly destabilizes. I rub my hands and try to observe the details of the nothing around me, and I see a city in the distance. I realize I have several tasks to do before the month is done. I decided to ignore the LPTC tasks and the DreamCatcher tasks, because they seemed to challenging for me right now. I settled on trying to do TOTM, but I couldn't seem to get a thunderstorm to come by, so I decided to do the Advanced task. I filled in the space in front of me with obstacles and ledges to free run on, as parkour could get me more focused. I swing around the bars and fly across the large gaps that my mind had auto-created, and I came across a busy city. It brought back nostalgic memories of when I lived in the city up in LA. I couldn't bring myself to grow 10 times larger for some reason, so another thought popped into my head.

I walked away back to the concrete nothingness and simply spun around. When I focused again, the city was about the size of a sheet of paper. I trampled on it, leaving only a small area which looked like water behind. I dived into the city and it became normal sized again, and I landed in a pool. I seemed to lose most of my lucidity, as I realized all my friends were staring at me underneath some shading. Jenny and my brother had pistols and were running into my house, but they were caught and arrested. I climbed out of the pool too, and a pistol fell out of my back pocket, and I got caught too, but all I had to do was go inside my house. I checked the kitchen counter and noticed my brother's work was on there, with scribbles of "I shouldn't ever point a gun anywhere again." I wrote something on that paper and walked into my bedroom to go to sleep.

I wake up, and realize, 'I'm still dreaming!' I run into the kitchen and my brother and my mom were discussing some sort of research topic. "Wanna hear what I'm researching, Mike?" "I already know, whatever, I gotta go!" I burst out the garage door and sprint down the street, trying to tear open a portal to get to somewhere. I dodge the cars and start yelling out location names while trying to rip open the air with my hands. "Apocalypse ship for 2012! Uh... Halo 3's Last Mission! No... Pyramids! A-" My mom stops me, "Hey! You're not dreaming anymore! You're wide awake!" "No, I'm-" "AWAKE!" she interrupts. "Really... Oh." I walk into one of the alleys in the street and I notice the moon is freakin huge on the horizon. I turn around and a man with a pigeon resting on his shoulder is muttering to himself. "It is pretty beautiful... It'll be even more amazing when the two moons combine... heh..." "Wha..?" I ask. "Look behind you." I turn around and there is a second smaller moon rising in front of the first one.

Blue Fire (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
A tribe group gathered around a small ditch. I walked into the center and starting out giving commands. As I was talking, one of the men disappeared behind a blue flame. "He's gone! Someone get to finding him and find out a way to bring him down!" Midna from Twilight princess grabbed someone and said, "Me and Jess got it." The dream skips and Midna and Jess are using army toys to plan out an attack in a dark room. The dream skips again and Rachel and are searching for whatever clues were left behind. In the corner of my eye I saw a digital update log of what was happening with the investigation of his disappearance. I pulled out a plastic box with tiny rubber balls in it, with a whip buried underneath. I grabbed a walkie talkie and said, "There's a whip in his case. Would that cause a problem with the law for him?" It buzzed back. "No. As long as the radioactive balls is not attached to the whip." "Radioactive?" I pulled out the whip and glowing yellow balls were attached to the top. "Shit!" I threw the case onto the floor.

I just finished burning down the house, so I guess I should record my dreams.

Torotot Wars (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I wielded my pair of torotots (Tagalog for paper towel rolls XD) and ran around smashing people over the head with them. They were attacking me inside my house, so the paper towels rolls are all I could find. I ran into my bedroom to catch my breath and do a reality check. 'Looks like I'm dreaming', I thought as air passed through my closed mouth. I walked into my hallway, and I slashed the throat of an enemy. What the hell? I thought, the short torotot had turned into my purple dagger. Sweet. I tried to turn the long one into a long sword, but someone knocked it out of my hand and tackled me. Before I could run outside to get to the apocalypse ship in China for the LPTC, he took my dagger and plunged it through my chest.

Water Pong
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I opened the door and sat down on the edge of the chair. Naomi and Nick were in bathing suits, playing a game in a small pool, kinda like ping pong and water polo. They were trying to score by getting the ball past a blue line behind their opponent. Naomi kicked Nick's ass, and I was asked if I wanted to play. I got up and waited a bit to think about it, and said, "Sure." I took off my shirt and got in the pool. I cracked my knuckles and the judge threw the ball into the middle of the water. I lunged for the ball, colliding with Naomi.

For a Good Cause
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I visited someone's house as my parent's talked with other parents about some sort of cause that had to do with school. I walked around the house and visited a room with high ceilings and an opening to an upstairs. I heard my brother and some of his friends up there. I yelled, "Get down here!" and all three of the jumped maybe fifteen feet downwards. They were all wearing ugly, shiny, gold clothes and flashy jewelry. "What are you wearing?!" I questioned. My bro said, "We are wearing this stuff for a reason," and one of his friends started doing some dirty dance.

Not Again
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
Rachel, Bowen, and I walked outside to the parking lot to check something for our bio class with a few other students. We walked back into the classroom and it was fenced out by the construction workers. The sign on the class read, "Go to room 6311 for your backpacks, check room 3211 for Ms. D." "Oh well," I said, "let's just go home." Alex walked up to us looking rather sickly. "You want these peanut butter marshmallow sandwich? I'm to sick to eat." Rachel and I said, "No, thanks." Alex set it down on a tray by one of the pillars. Bowen ran back to grab it and took a few bites. "You're actually eating that?" I asked. "Mhm," he nodded. "Gross..." I watched some asshole driver in a tan Toyota speed onto the sidewalk. 'I know that car...' I thought.

This ending to the dream and the car I saw is exactly the same as the one I remember dreaming about three years ago.

The dream skips and my mom is taking my brother and I to the parking lot. It suddenly become dusk, and the street light ominously lit up a small section of the lot. The car was racing down the lanes of the parking lot trying to run us over. "Run!" I screamed. We all scrambled through shortcuts trying to outwit the driver, which worked almost flawlessly. We slipped between cars and the driver lost us for a second. My mom and my brother ignorantly ran towards our car; they didn't see the man driving towards them. "Wait!" I called out to them with no response. The man stopped and got out of his car. My brother saw him pull out a pistol and ran back toward me, but the man shot him in the back of the knee, and he crumpled to the ground. He pointed the gun toward my mom, and she whipped out a pistol from her pocket. I ducked down and heard two quick shots and a body falling. I don't know whose it was.

Weird dreams, kinda nightmare-ish. All of the same location, appearing to be different dreams at different times.

Dark Nights
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I sat up from my bedroom. I got up to get a drink of water, but then the Christmas tree flashed alive for a second. I turned around and looked at it. It flashed again, brighter than ever, and I stumbled back into the wall. A man in the hallway said, "Go. To. Sleep!" He rushed me and I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I must have woken up, I'm not sure. I 'woke up'. I remembered the last dream I had where I had woke up in my bed and, instinctively did a reality check. I did atkins54 new reality check, and it passed, so I became lucid. I sat up again, and looked at the tree. There were presents under it which was unusual, all of them had been given out. I turned back to turn on a light, but I was electrocuted by the switch. Did I wake up again...? I was checking under the tree, and the presents were gone. I did a reality check to solidify the fact that I was (still?) dreaming. I walked into the hallway, and someone started to laugh and cackle, so I flew towards the garage exit. I was then suspended in air, unable to move. I tried to scream, "Light!" to increase the brightness of the dream so I could see who was laughing. But whoever it could manipulate my voice too. So I screamed, "L...AUGH!" He continued to laugh as I forced myself awake.

Recolored (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
My mom set down the folded clothes on my bed. My new T-shirt, which had originally had faded out logos, had been un-faded out and are now white. I ignored it and just put it away.

Gross Garage (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I walked into the garage to get a soda and as I pulled it out of the fridge, I realized my dog, who had spent the night in the garage, had shat on the floor. I called my parents so they could clean it up.

Look (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
After her lecture, my science teacher handed the class an indecipherable worksheet to do for homework. I asked my friend sitting next to me, "Hey, do you get this?" "Yeah." "Well, why can't I read it?" He shrugged. I walked out the class, but realized I just walked out of my MATH class, not my science class. And the worksheet wasn't legible because, well, it was a dream. I became lucid, and the worksheet became readable. It read on how to triangulate a location somewhere west of the school. I put it away in my backpack and walked toward that direction, maybe something was there. I noticed Justin, Rachel, and Nick were walking separately in the halls. They were all common characters in my dreams, so I decided to check to see if they were actually dreamers. I sent out a thought to Justin. 'Look at me. Now.' He suddenly turned and locked a hypnotized stare on me as I walked past him. I stopped looked around and he was gone. Rachel was in front of me, and I sent the same thought to her. Another creepy stare. I walked past her, and saw Nick resting by one of the classrooms. Yet another thought, but surprisingly no response.

Just a thought back. 'Why? I'm gonna listen to my iPod.' He pulls out his headphones whiched looked a helluva a lot like mine. He didn't have an iPod, so I dismissed him as a DC too. I ran up one of the walls, dropped my backpack, and ejected my wings. I stood on the end of the building, ready to jump, when I noticed my science classmates arguing about where to go as directed by the worksheet. "Hey!" I yelled. Many turned to my direction, dumbfounded. I pointed somewhere to the west. "It's over there!" They all looked, and I jumped off and took flight toward that direction. I was now flying above a grassy hill. Below me I saw a mansion that had occured in a dream I previously had about three months ago. It was the EXACT same thing. I flew down to it and pulled in my wings, but I couldn't control my landing as well as I thought. I flew to fast and undershot the location of the ground, and I fell face first into the dirt, knocking me out.

I woke up seven times and I only remember one dream and two fragments.

Pool Party (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was in one of my friends backyards, and we all have bathing suits on. There is music playing on in the background. I walked out through the side gate into their front yard.

Draw Slasher, Rabies Edition (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was playing around with my iPod in my bedroom. I was playing a modified version of Draw Slasher, a game where you are a ninja trying to kill zombie monkies. But instead of killing zombie monkies, they were rabid sheeps and goats.

At Gunpoint
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I walked into my garage to grab a cola, and a mailman was searching for something under the car. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Uh.. I lost something." "Well, it looked like you were trying to stea-" The man pulls out a gun. "Oh shit, uh sorry, you can go on." I knew my dad had a shotgun or old broken bottle in his cabinet. I opened it up and the man saw me opening the cabinet and knew I was looking for a weapon. So he walked over and pointed a gun to me again. I said, "Jeez, I'm just getting my dad a finger of scotch." He walked away. I found an old broken beer bottle and pulled it out, but when I turned around my dad grabbed me and started screaming at me. I broke free from the hold, punched my dad and ran into the house.

Missed Dream Signs:
1. I didn't know when did I end up here or whose backyard this was.
2. I was playing a modded game that didn't exist.
3. A mailman was searching the garage under a car.
The cars were actuall parked in the garage, which is usually used for storage.
The mailman had a gun.
My dad hides his weapons, I wouldn't know where they were.
My dad would never try to hurt me and I'd never try to hurt him.

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Hello DV. I am now resuming my dream journal. I will be posting once a day as often as I can. I will also post any OBEs I may have. This will be copied directly out of my student workbook with an addition of my missed dream signs on the bottom. Happy dreaming and enjoy.
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Nasteh (frag)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was watching some weird show that had a whole bunch of, well, weirdo nymphos. One of the characters walked into a room and there was a naked dude wearing some fru-fru scarf, a whole bunch of half top-less women, and bedrooms closed with people in them. A women walked out of them wearing a robe and four guys in suits followed. I shuddered and muttured to my bro, "These french anime (lol) shows always have p3nises and stuff."
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Sniper Job for Cripples
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was walking with Rachel out of the school, and she was helping me out since I pulled my hamstring and the school had no crutches left. She was too damn busy texting and she almost ran into high schoolers. One of them asked, "HAHA! Are you two together! You're so little!" We both said "NO!" but Rachel added, "Not yet..." quietly to herself. "Wha! Not yet!? Well then when?" She stared and tapped at her phone. "Listen to me! We can cross now! HURRY UP!" She let go off me and ran across the street! "NO WAIT! Damnit..." I hobbled quickly across the street ignoring the looks I got from random streangers. The electronic sign on it read [WOMEN] in bold orange letters. Rachel was already gone, so I inched over into the parking lot. My friend told me to hop in his car and handed me a weapon. I shut the door behind me and he said, "I need you to shoot down that man. It has to be drive by, this guy's friends will chase after you." I nodded. My weapon was a sand camo light rifle with a short range scope. I pulled the trigger and it shot a nano bullet into the window. "What kind of gun is this?" I asked. He didn't answer. We started to drive and I rolled down the window. I aimed and shot his chest, and his friends started to chase us. We were already pretty far away, so I shot each of their feet as we drove away. A superviser from the school started to chase us with a phone in her hand.
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Dream Signs Missed:
(1) French nympho anime characters.
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(2) Walking home crippled with Rachel.
Rachel ignoring me while texting (her phone doesn't even work).
The big orange sign that read [WOMEN].
Getting a job as a sniper.
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NON-DREAM NON-LUCID SEMI -LUCID LUCID

As you can see, I have finally decided as what to use the above scale as the measurement of my lucidity. I won't be changing this anytime soon. Also, I will only post in this DJ for ToTM & ToTY dreams (as this one is). I already maintain a dream journal in the student workbooks, I don't feel it necessary to copy between my memory, my physical DJ, my DVDJ, and my SWDJ. I will use my Student Workbook as my primary online dream journal until the Shared Dreaming class is over.

I was at school, walking around the quad. People started to form a crowd behind me, and I wasn't sure why at the moment. Soon, half of the people I knew were with my inside the shaded cafeteria. It was around 8:00, a fog was blowing away, and the air was crisp and tense. Soon afterward, another group of people stepped in front of us. They were leaded by one of my nerdy friends, B. He looked ready to hurt something. My team was in kinda light clothes, while his were wearing dark clothes. I yelled "GO!" and a member of my team charged at a member of the other team in a race around some coned track. My 'team' was losing. I thought 'I know I have to have a short IM with someone, but why?' Whatever. (This was for ToTM but I forgot about it until later before I woke up) I got on the computer, entered a school chatroom, and everyone was discussing the race. I typed in "Crap! We're losing!!!!" I looked at the screen for a while then closed the laptop. I noticed one of my teammates was sleeping. I shook him and said "Get up! You're next! We're gonna LOSE!" He mumbled and got up.
[Dream Skip - Next Day]
All I remember is that I sat down with a few friends to discuss the race. The dream started to fade out, and I woke up.

Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid

Sorry I haven't been posting often. Our internet got messed up and it only works for a single computer now, and my dad uses it for work.


10-1-10: Party Hard
I was at a friends house, possibly R's, and she invited nearly everyone we know to her home and the surrounding block. There was tons of food from different places, burritos, lumpia, pizza, kabobs, etc. and everyone was having a good time. Once, the dream camera panned out and saw a huge amount of people just surrounding her block. I woke up because of the cat crawling out from under my bed (her fave spot to sleep).

Notes:
Vividness: 7/10

10-2-10: Assassin
[Dream Fragment]
All I remember is having a fight with some Templars to rescue an injured woman. Possibly a courtesan.

Notes:
Vividness: 4/10

10-3-10: OH HELL NAW!
I remember walking down the school with my one of my usual groups of friends. Me, M, N, and R went down to the PE area and talked. It was some sort of special day as the school was decorated and stands were set up. I asked R, "Why are you so dressed up?" She was in a Hawaiian-style costume, with the leaf skirt , coconut bra, and flower hat. She spun around and replied, "It's Spirit day! Derr!" What shocked me was when she spun around, her skirt slipped off a little... and she wasn't wearing underwear. It gets worse. In this dream... she was a shemale. I thought 'OH HELL NAW!' (hence the title) and woke up.

Notes:
Vividness: 5/10 (THANK GOD!)
One of my weirdest nastiest dreams to date.

10-4-10: Anger becomes Awareness
I was in my 7th grade science class, with my 8th grade science teacher. I was sitting between a whole bunch of assholes that I absolutely hate. One of them starting picking on me, so I ignored him. Finally, someone picked up a bag(?) of gelatinous blue goo and dumped it on my head. I wiped it off, then yelled out,"I can't see!" obviously because I couldn't see. I started to cry a bit and the assholes started teasing me. I punched one in the gut and the teasing stopped, and I could soon see again. I went back to work, and someone thought it was funny to continue teasing me. I got sick of it. I got up and yelled "YOU THINK THAT'S FUCKING FUNNY!" and slammed his face into a keyboard. Another kid laughed and I yelled once more, "YOU TOO DUMBA... wait...." I thought to myself, 'I never cry or freak out like that. I must be dreaming.' I tried to summon a portal or something, yet I couldn't. I tried to change the type on the screen, but no. I could somehow radiate some sort of EMP and cause all the machines a few inches from my hands bug out and fail, but nothing more. I walked out through an open wall, kinda pissed, and picked up my flying machine. I wanted to take a swim. I flew up and tried to get to a lake or something, but I must have thought of CODMW2 for a split second because I landed in Favela. My flying machine was a hand-glider type thing, so when I got off, it flew away. I picked up an umbrella and floated over a building and found myself staring at a crystal clear lake. I tried to land, but no avail. My hand seemed glued to the handle. I finally landed on the ground, and found a scaled version of a resort area on the sidewalk. I tried to either enlarge the resort area or decrease my size. No dice. I walked through a valley, really mad because I couldn't control my dream well. I woke up to my dad telling me to get up for school.

Notes:
Vividness: 9/10
Kinda weird. I hope this doesn't happen again.

Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid

I was in WW2 and everyone was looking up at sniper towers. I was dressed in a brown-green uniform with a rifle on my back. Everything seemed to be a shade of green-brown, including the sunless sky. The Japanese(?) snipers did not notice us hiding. My team picked up some torches and wood along with other burnable materials and walked behind a wall near the towers. We lit the wood and threw it over the wall, hoping to hit something. We didn't. So we took a huge flaming log, ran around the wall, and hurled the log at one of the towers. As tower ablaze, we shot flaming arrows at a few other towers, setting them on fire too. Finally, we heard the crash as towers fell one by one. Before we could cheer in victory, I was woken up.

Notes:
Vividness: 6/10
I always was a pyromaniac.