Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles

Got a lucid dream for my birthday. Just wish it would have been a more pleasant one. Usually, I will count false awakenings as separate dreams, but since this is all so continuous, and had such a "dreams within dreams" feeling, I will count it as one.

11/15/2010
"Arachnoception"

(I had just gotten a copy of Inception, and decided to watch it, last night, while going to bed, to try to induce something Inception-related. I got more than I bargained for...)

I can barely remember the early parts of this dream, but I was driving through DeLand, with Josh. We were taking the road that passes the landfill, on the way back over to my side of town. For some reason, we had to take a detour through the landfill. While driving through it, we apparently stumbled onto some kind of criminal(?) element, and were dragged out of the car, at gunpoint. We were taken inside, and the only thing I remember here, is that I was in what I think was a bathroom, and I got attacked by some creature. It was about the size of a rat, and I believe its body wasn't actually organic. It seemed to be something of a shell, made out of what I think was a child's toy. From within the object, spider-leg-like tendrils protruded, which served as both legs and powerful pincers. It reminded me a lot of the creeping coffins, from Lords of Shadow (which I have been playing, lately). I had to fight like hell, to keep this thing off of me, but eventually got away from it. Not much longer, after that, the cops showed up and raided the compound, starting a huge firefight. In the fray, we were able to escape, and I vaguely remember a small dog being killed, in the fight.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up, in my bed. It was still night out, and Inception was still playing, on my computer. After a moment, I stepped out of bed, and I was immediately ambushed by the "creeping toy" creature, from the dream. It came from out of nowhere, and ran up my leg, biting and scratching with its pincher/legs. This thing fought with all the ferocity of a rabid squirrel, and I could not get it off of me. My leg was getting mangled by the little creature, and it hurt like Hell.

Once again, though, I woke up in my bed. The pest from the dream was nowhere in sight. However, this time, I got out of bed and was met with a dull pain in my leg. Switching on the light, I saw that my leg had bruises in like 6 different places, and it was throbbing. My muscles were progressively tightening, and I could instantly tell that there was venom running through it. I was so confused, though. I knew it had to have been a dream. Right? Hobbling out of bed, I made my way over to my mom's side of the house, surprised to see that she was up this early. My leg was growing worse, when I showed her, dark black spots showing up, and the skin tightening, to where you could start to see the shapes of the tendons. She kind of shrugged it off, and said it would be ok if I just didn't mess with it. More bewildered about the whole thing, than anything else, I just walked back to my room and went back to bed.

And, once again, I awoke in my bed. The pain in my leg was gone, as was any sign of the bruises. So, naturally, I assumed that it had all just been a dream. But, again, just as I stepped out of bed, I was attacked by the creature from the "previous dream." It scurried up through my robe, and around my back. It never bit me, this time, but its steps were like thousands of thick, fingernail jabs, themselves, scrambling all around the upper part of my body. I was able to get a hold of the thing and grab its "legs," holding them open so that they couldn't form the pincers that they had, before. This thing was strong, like a tiny bear trap, but I held the tendrils open, again making my way to show it to my mom. By this time, I didn't know WTF was going on, and I just wanted to know that I wasn't going crazy. On my way out of my room, I passed my pet dog...oblivious to the fact that I don't actually have a pet dog. I did, however, think that it was strange that I recognized the dog as the little dog who'd gotten killed, in the "first dream." Unfortunately, I already had my hands full, and I didn't stop long enough to realize this as a dream sign. Instead, I took the creature over to my mom's room to show her. She looked down at my hands, then back up at me, then back down at my hands. She said..."that's just dead skin," with a confused look of concern on her face. I looked down, and saw that she was right. I was just holding a handful of what looked like gator hide.

By this time, I thought I'd completely lost my mind. Apparently, my mom did, too. She cocked an eyebrow at me and said "Uhh...I have some pills or something...if you need them?" implying that she was afraid I'd completely cracked. Puzzled beyond all hope, I just turned around and walked back to my room. I kept thinking about Inception, and maybe that the idea had somehow been planted into my mind that this spider-thing existed, when it really didn't. I just felt really defeated by my lack of understanding of the whole thing, and just went back to sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was the middle of the day. I was talkin with some guys I was unfamiliar with, who my mom had let into the house. Throughout the time they were here, we'd gotten into smoking and they informed me that they sold. We pretty much just hung around the house for a while, and I tried telling them about the dreams I'd been having lately, about the crazy little monster thing. Nobody seemed all that interested, though. Later, those guys and I were heading out somewhere. We'd gotten into the car, when one of them said he left something inside the house, tossing a huge bag of weed into the car, before walking back to get whatever it was. I kept yelling at him to hurry up, because I didn't want to be just sitting here, with the huge sack in the car. He was just taking his sweet time, and it was annoying the hell out of me.

Of course, just as I was beginning to suspect there might be cops nearby, I heard "WOOP-WOOP," a siren barking at us from behind. I actually can't remember if I was driving or not, but we sped off, down the road, the cops chasing us. We were driving in a slick sports car, and just hauling ass, but they were catching up. (Been playing a bit of Grand Theft Auto, also. Haha.) The guy next to me started freaking out, and dumping all kinds of contraband out the window - everything from weed to small bags of cocaine, which I didn't even know were in the car. In a quick, 3rd-person view, I saw the white powder blowing all over the people on the sides of the road. It was actually pretty hilarious. Suddenly, back in first-person, I got an idea. We pulled over, and I waited for the cops to come within a stone's-throw from our tail, before chucking a bag of coke at their windshield, at the last moment. It blotted out most of the glass, and they ended up swerving to miss our car, and crashing into some nearby pedestrians. Then, for the first time, after all of this chaos, I realized just how absurd all of this actually was. I realized that this had to be a dream.

The other guy in the car was still freaking out, telling me that we had to get the hell out of here. I just laughed and told him to relax, stepping over to the crashed police SUV. Gathering all my strength, I reached a fist up over my head and swung it downward, trying to destroy the engine block, like I'd done to other cars, while lucid. This time, though, I was only able to dent the hood. It was a little more superhuman than waking life, but not what I expected. I tried a few more times, swinging heavy punches at the hood and grille, but I couldn't get anymore damage than about what a baseball bat might have done. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy with this. I was determined, though. I kept thinking that the cops might try to shoot me, through the windshield, but I was already prepared to either dodge the bullets, or just let them hit me. Thinking that there had to be some other way to get through to the engine, the idea just kind of struck me: A light-saber! I had never created one, while lucid, so I figured that this would be a good time to try. Holding my hands up, beside me, as if gripping a sword, I tried to materialize the weapon out of thin air, imaging it growing to length. Nothing happened, though. The dream was very vivid, and I was having a hard time controlling it.

As if by my cue, the cop in the passenger seat held up a blue light-saber of his own, grinning behind the powder-covered windshield. Now even more determined to have one, I made a motion as if it was already in my hand, stabbing directly at the grille, while trying hard to visualize the weapon coming into existence. Finally, I saw the orange glow. The tip of the blazing saber burned into the grill like it was paper, eating through the metal and sinking further into the engine block. I gave a quick tug of my arms, drawing the blade sideways and widening the hole, completely putting the truck out of commission. My accomplice and I then hopped back in the car and prepared to take off again, but instead, I simply woke up, for real.

After a few reality checks - which I should have done, the first few times I 'woke up' - I got up and started jotting notes down.

(This felt like a B6-enhanced dream - very vivid and chaotic - but I didn't take any B6 before bed. Most likely, it was the Reese's Cups I ate, late last night. It would have been nice to just have had a bad-ass lucid, but all that shit with the spider-creature-thing just made the whole thing unpleasant. It was still early as hell, but I didn't bother going back to sleep, after this one.)

11/14/2010
Fragment
Basically the same dream as the previous night, except it was a Black & Mild.
(I had been talking to my buddy Josh about how I quit smoking, last New Years Eve, yesterday. I told him about the dream on the 13th. Probably caused me to have it again, last night. Oh, well. As long as I don't go back to smoking in waking life (which I won't), I'm good!)

11/13/2010
Fragment
The only thing I remember is that I was sitting outside, talking to some people, and I bummed a cigarette. After lighting it, I took a few drags, and then said "wait, what the fuck am I doing??" I then threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

11/12/2010
"Gold Rush"

I was working back at the insurance company, where I'd used to work, a few years ago. At first, it just seemed to be regular office life. There was a lot of conversation that went on, but I don't remember much of it. I do remember being hit on by an attractive, slightly older woman, and just kind of smiling it off. Come to find out, instead of being just an insurance company, we were also, apparently, a mint. There was a goldsmith there, who kind of reminded me of the Haitian, from Heroes, and he was more or less "making" this gold, by weaving a bunch of metals together, into long, golden ropes, and then would break down the compound and press coins out of them. We were printing so many, that I almost couldn't fathom not being able to keep one or two for myself. I mean, it was like an endless supply of gold, here. Surely they wouldn't miss one or two coins.

At first, I tried to ask KE, my old boss. She adamantly refused. Keeping a playful tone, I jabbed at her a few times, to see if she would give in. I said that we could just "pretend they fell off the delivery truck," and she refused again. I could tell that she was getting kind of annoyed, so I let it be and started walking back to my desk. On the way over, I passed the smithy. There was a large pile of coins just sitting there in front of me. By this time, I was determined. I glanced around real quick and swiped two coins, putting them in my pocket. I was curious to how much they would be worth, but really, I was more interested in just having the coins than cashing them in. (Heard a commercial on the radio, the other day, about the rarity of gold coins, and how the government is putting some back into circulation. Probably what sparked the gold coins, in this dream.)

Well, as it turns out, these coins were being forged for some kind of foreign cartel, and they were not happy, to find out that some of their shipment was missing. After I had gotten off from work, I'd gotten word that the cartel had come into the office, realized there were coins missing, shot the smithy (and my boss, I think. Not sure), and was on a manhunt for whoever might have taken them. Most of us had been hanging out at a pool or spring or something, when we got the news. Word was that the cartel knew where we were, and was on their way to see us. Immediately, I knew that I had to get out of there. After having made them come searching for me, I was convinced that they would shoot me on site, whether I gave them the coins back or not. Quickly, I got out of the water, and started heading away from the rest of the group.

I hadn't gotten completely free yet, though. There was a sequence here, when the cartel first showed up, and we were all running and hiding for our lives. I don't remember much of it at all. My recall skips ahead, to where a friend and I had broken away from the fray, and made it out of the area, to where we'd begun to think we were in the clear. (Don't remember who the friend was, though.) I still hadn't confessed to keeping the coins. It probably wasn't the wisest idea, but I was going to try to get out of this, without having to. We walked down a dirt road, surrounded by brush - heading somewhere I can't remember - when the cartel's Jeep turned onto the trail, behind us. When they saw us, the sped toward us, AK-47s waving in the air. We broke into frantic dashes in the opposite direction, the Jeep closing in. I tried to trail off, into the brush on the side of the road, but I knew that there was a man now right behind me, on foot, drawing down on me. I could practically feel how close he was. Knowing that attempting to crawl over the next ridge would have been futile, I rolled over on the embankment, onto my back, and stared up at the man with the huge silver handgun. He was only seconds away from squeezing the trigger. I could sense it. I knew I was about to die.

Suddenly, just as a stoic panic set in, I realized that this couldn't be happening! I was dreaming! The realization just suddenly slapped me in the face, brushing away all fear. With an evil grin, I stood up on the embankment, and started walking slowly toward the guy with the gun. He didn't know what to think. At first, he backed up a few feet, still aiming the gun in my direction. I knew he was going to shoot, so I braced for it - unafraid, because I knew his bullets would do nothing to me. He fired off a few rounds at me while walking backward in retreat. I didn't even feel the bullets at all (which is rare, even while lucid), and I just continued walking toward him. Finally, I got within arms reach and raised one arm, grabbing the barrel of his gun and crushing it like putty, in my grip. The fear in the man's eyes grew as he, no doubt, knew what was now in store for him...

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after this point.

11/11/2010
"Ninja Girl"

There is much of this dream that I do not remember. My earliest memory is being in some sort of building, with a couple of other people. I'm getting conflicting visions of the place being either a bar or some kind of industrial compound, but I'm not sure which is correct. Maybe both? Anyway, something happened, to where the building was overrun with armed thugs. They stormed the place, in seconds, and had completely corralled all of the hostages. Things were getting really intense, between all of us, when - from out of nowhere - this gorgeous ninja girl dropped in. She looked almost exactly like Kasumi, from Dead or Alive. I don't remember much of the fight, but she completely annihilated the entire group of thugs. A pair of sais; her weapon of choice.

She made her way quickly around the room, ending up at the last thug, who was directly in front of me. I don't remember if he had a hold of me or what, but the ninja girl basically just grabbed him and took him out, without missing a beat. Glancing right at me, she looked me over and gave me an, obviously interested, smile. She didn't stop to talk, though, and immediately jumped into the air, climbing the wall like a squirrel and flipping herself upside down to slide - feet first - up into the rafters. Perched on one of the beams, she dropped her eyes to me once again. Giving another cute little smile, she reached one hand up and blew me a kiss. She then slipped out of sight so quickly that I couldn't even see which way she went. Outside of the fact that she looked like Kasumi, I got the strong feeling I'd met her somewhere, but couldn't remember where. Shortly after this point, the dream transitioned into a flashback.

I was now in the role of the ninja girl, but a younger, teenage version of her. I was wearing traditional Japanese garb, and making my way home to a little house, which sat in the middle of a large field. Apparently, I'd just gotten done working with weapons, and was bringing mine and my father's sais back home. This part of the dream was very vivid, and I remember the sais in great detail. My father's sais were so heavy, that I had to carry them over my shoulder, and could not lift even one of them, with one hand. The steel felt so realistic, and they were wrapped in rubber grips and had family crests studded at the bottoms of the hilts. My sais were identical, but much lighter.

After what had seemed to be any normal day, I walked into the house to find that both my mother and father had been murdered. I believe it was the sound of heavy feet, but something tipped me off that the killers were still inside. I put down the sais and went to pick up one pair, grabbing my dad's, by mistake. I couldn't even lift one of them off of the table. Switching to my own pair, I sneaked to the doorway of the room the goons were in, and hid with my back against the wall, waiting. The footsteps got closer, and I saw the bladed end of a staff begin to emerge from the room. I was going to wait until the perfect time to strike, but the blade suddenly swung up in my direction, as if the attacker knew I was there. I took my chances and lunged, hoping to catch the man as soon as he stepped out, but he parried my sai with his staff, and knocked me off balance. Not yet an expert fighter, my movements felt awkward and insecure, and when I saw that there was actually more than one killer, I decided it would be best to try to escape while I could.

I bolted out the back door, running toward a neighbor's house, which had to have been a good half-a-mile away. I could just see it, across the field. I think I began to approach lucidity here, because, as I was running, I started thinking about how awkward it was that I was running with a pair of sais. My train of thought was derailed, though, when I heard a dirt-bike approaching me from behind. It was the two goons, and they were closing in on me quick. There was no way that I was going to outrun them, now. Still at a full sprint, I passed a tiny tree to my right, and made a sharp turn around it, just as the motorcycle zoomed by me. Instead of completely changing direction, though, I just ran around the tree, now behind the two murderers - who had hit the brakes to see where I'd gone. The first guy didn't have a chance to get off of the bike before I stabbed him in the back and side. The other gained some distance and then turned back to square off against me. Frantically, I threw one of the sais at him. I wasn't even sure if I thought it was going to do anything. But my aim was horrible. (Again, I was still getting that vibe that I wasn't comfortable with these sais. I know very few sai techniques in waking life, so they just suddenly felt alien to me.) The sai spun like a saw blade and hit the grass, a couple of yards in front of him, bouncing back upward and traveling toward his face. At the last moment, though, he swung his staff up and swatted the weapon away. One sai left, I rushed in toward him. I really don't remember this exchange, but it ended up with me stabbing him twice in the mid-section - having gotten my other sai back, during the skirmish - and holding him, painfully, up on his feet.

He coughed up blood, trying to tell me to just kill him and get it over with. I refused. I wanted him to suffer for what they had done. My fists still wrapped tightly around the handles, the long sai prongs skewering up through his insides, I walked him the rest of the way to the neighbor's house. I kept him on his feet, even when he wanted to quit, using all my remaining strength to support his weight with the steel that ran through him. There was at least one point where he said something that caused me to pull one of the sais out, and make a fresh hole through him with it. Can't remember what that was, though.

We ended up reaching the front porch of the house, but my memory then skips ahead, back to the present. I was "myself" again. Apparently, though, some time had passed, and I was now friends with this ninja girl - whose life I had just previously lived (though, at this point in the dream, I had no knowledge of having done that). I remember us driving around in a car, and she was telling me about something. I don't remember what she was saying, though...

11/09/2010
Dream (Fragment) One:

I was a cop, in this one, and had shown up to a park, wearing dress blues. My family was there, and I was sitting a table with them, hanging out. I can't remember the reason, but I ended up chasing some guy through the park. Instead of a modern handgun, I was carrying the old, ball and powder revolvers that my granddad gave me (and that I used for part of my Halloween costume). Unfortunately, all I had were modern bullets, and I couldn't get the gun to work with them.

Dream Two:
"Snowboarding 101"

I was snowboarding with Todd and a few other friends. It was really intense. (I have never been snowboarding, but I can imagine that this felt pretty damn realistic.) I was kind of clumsy on my board, but was quickly getting the hang of it. At one point, I remember watching some tutorials from some teenage kids, telling us to always face south, while going down the mountain - for some unknown reason - and that, should I ever get the urge to ski one of the double black diamond courses...Don't. Later, back on the mountain, we watched a lot of people go down hard. One guy wandered aimlessly onto a DBD course, and as soon as he hit the first drop off, he let out a scream and was never seen again. I have to admit that it was pretty funny to watch. Lol.

11/08/2010
"Resident Man-eater"

This dream had something do with a giant, talking, Great White shark, who lived in the ground, under our house. (Yeah, I know; "WTF," right??) Apparently, this shark wasn't the nicest of characters. We had some sort of feud going on, and he was reeeaaally pissed at us. I believe we - friends and family - were at what was supposed to be my house, but it didn't quite look like my house, so I'm not sure. Anyway, this shark was kind of like the monsters in the movie Tremors. He would wait to hear our footsteps on the ground outside the house and then - whether we were standing on grass, concrete or whatever - he would burst up out of the ground, snapping his jaws and trying like Hell to eat us. As you could imagine, this made getting around a pretty nerve-wrecking experience. At one point, I believe I was in a garage or shed of some sort, and he blasted up through the ground, beneath some equipment, metal and sparks flying everywhere while he chomped toward me. I can't even remember how I escaped, but that was one of the closer calls.

In the end, we wound up trying to be diplomatic with him, and smoothing things out through conversation. He was actually pretty intelligent, but just unreasonably pissed off all the time.

Weird.

10/29/2010
Dream One:
"TMC Tavern"

I was riding around with Todd, Brian and some others. My old boss and the owner of the company I work for now co-owned a bar in Lake Mary (which doesn't really exist), and we somehow got access to it, while they were supposed to be out of town. We were inside, hanging out, basically treating the place like it was ours. Through one of the long, wall-length sections of windows, I saw my boss's car pull up. We all freaked and slipped out the back door, just as he was coming in the front. Apparently, he'd just come back to tie up a few last-minutes, before they left, and he was soon gone again.

It was now night time, and we actually had the bar up and running. I don't know if we were supposed to be working, or we were just kind of making it a hangout spot, but there were a lot of people there. MD, one of my present coworkers, was among the crowd, and some dude I was talking to was really attracted to her - talking about her phat her ass was.

Dream Two:
"Water Park Pass-Up"

I was at some water park. Todd was there, again, along with a couple of other friends, whose faces I can't remember. While walking around, between rides, I was constantly busting Todd's balls, because he was hitting on everything with a pulse, and I found it hilarious. I had a short conversation with some chick who was being really, playfully cocky. She was definitely not happy, though, when I cut the convo short because it was time for us to leave. She ended up following us, through the crowd, and as we were going back to the locker room, I glanced back at her. She gave me the mother of all dirty looks and disappeared into the women's locker room.

After we got dressed and came out of the locker room, we passed her in the hallway. She confronted me and started going off about how she was pissed because I "rejected" her (I'm guessing, by 'rejected', she meant that I didn't ask for her number or something? Lol). Apparently, Todd knew something of this girl, because he leaned in toward me and whispered that she was fucked up in the head, because of something that happened in her childhood - though I can't remember exactly what he said. In the end, I was polite to the chick, but I let her know that I wasn't interested and I let her go on about her way. She definitely seemed a little crazy to me, and I wasn't trying to head down that road.

10/22/2010
"T-Minus: 3...2...1..."

I was with Todd, and we were at a theme park which was going to let us - among others - be some of the first passengers on a commercial shuttle flight into orbit. There were a few people waiting in line with us, whom I knew, but I can't exactly remember who they were. We sat around in line, for a while, just shooting the shit; watching people come back from the off-world trips that they'd taken, just minutes before ours.

When it was our turn, we rushed onto the vessel, to make sure we got our spots up front, taking out our cameras and beginning to snap pictures of the whole launch sequence. The ship taxied along the track for a while, taking us passed many different sites. We were watching other roller coasters zipping around, in the distance, gazing out over high mountain peaks - there was even an erupting volcano in the background. We took a ridiculous amount of pictures, and I was just getting really anxious, waiting for us to get to the end of the track, where the launch pad was. Just as we were able to see the launch pad coming into view, though, I ended up waking up.

10/20/2010
Dream One:
"Queen of Heartless"

The first thing I remember, was flying to Paris. There was an older man with me, and I believe he was a scientist, but I'm not exactly sure of his role. We'd gotten off of whatever flying vehicle we were in (I don't believe it was a plane.), and had begun sight-seeing; making our way up to the top of a building, and looking out over the Parisian streets. It was at this time, that I spontaneously became lucid. Instinctively, I looked at my hands to ground myself into the dream, but the dream immediately unravelled, and everything went black. I kept trying to keep myself in the dream, but it would only flicker into sight, a few times, and then disappear again.

(I don't know if I woke up, or just finally slipped back into the dream. It seemed like such a continuation of the dream, though, that I will count the following as the same one.)

I was back in Paris, no longer lucid. Todd was with me, this time, and we were just wandering around the city, exploring different places. We'd found ourselves inside a house, and trying to get up the stairway, to the second floor. The staircase began crumbling under our feet. Todd had made it up, first, and the stairway completely gave way, while I was making my way up. I ended up having to hang from the damaged banister, and use my arms to pull myself up higher and higher - gaining a bit of assistance from Todd, upon the last few feet - until I was able to pull myself up onto the second floor.

Searching these upper hallways, we came across a person, lying on the ground as if she'd simply fallen asleep there. It was a little girl, probably no more than about 12 years old. Upon getting closer to the girl, and having a few words with her, we realized that she had been seriously abused, and was left out in the hallway after having been beaten. Apparently, her mother was the Queen of Hearts, and her father was just some insanely powerful creature (whom I never actually got to see, in the dream, but could feel his presence). The girl looked like she had just been beaten within a few inches of her life, and we told her we were going to get her out of there. We were barely able to get a few feet, when we were confronted by her mom, who chastised us for having the gall to try to take her daughter away from her. She began to exert her true power, and the whole building began shaking. We high-tailed it out of there, and she chased us into the streets, people everywhere, screaming and running away from the tremors she was causing.

It was about here that I regained my lucidity, and I remember stopping to confront the queen. We were standing on an elevated stone walkway or something, spotted with high bushes. During our altercation, she said something about my not knowing who I'm messing with, and she waved her hand, causing some white roses to bloom upon the bushes beside us. I told her that I wasn't the least bit impressed, because this was my dream, and I flicked my fingers at her white roses, making them turn red, as if I was finishing her work for her. This apparently pissed her off, to no end, and she attacked me with the biggest 'force' blast that she could muster. Quite confident in my control, at this point, I fired back, and we got into a sort of 'telekinetic pushing match,' until she just couldn't withstand anymore. She completely submitted, and Todd and I continued to usher the kid further away from her mother. She ended up catching up to us, one last time, just as we'd entered a tunnel-like hallway. She made her final stand, warning us not to take the kid anywhere. When she reared back to throw another spell our way, I used more telekinesis, mentally grabbing her by the head and slamming her into one of the nearby walls, knocking her out cold.

I decided to stay with the kid, leading her to some random room, which looked like a kid's play room, and it was around here, when I lost lucidity again. We'd found a portal, inside the room, which was known to transport the kid to some far away place, where she wouldn't be abused by her parents anymore. The last thing I remember was a great feeling of accomplishment, knowing the kid was going to get away.

Dream Two:
"Fetch"

I don't really remember much of this one. What I know, is that I was flicking through the channels, on TV, and there were a bunch of horror movies on. I got to a movie that I recognized, which was Stephen King's: Silver Bullet, about a man who turns into a werewolf, and the wheelchair-bound kid who attempts to stop him. Soon, I was sucked inside the movie, becoming a character who had been driving in a truck at night. The werewolf had showed up and was about to tear me apart, when I ended up crashing the truck and we were both ejected. I picked myself up from the dusty, back road of a wooded area, and the first thing I did was break into a sprint, heading back to my truck. I could see that the Lycan had been thrown further than me, and it, too, was getting back up to its feet. I made it to the truck, staring out the wind shield at the werewolf, which was directly in front of me, watching it shake the cobwebs from its head and slowly begin stalking toward me.

I fumbled for the keys, but there were none. They weren't on me, and they weren't in the ignition. It was then, looking through the wind shield, that I saw them, sitting peacefully on the hood of the truck, as if they'd simply landed there, after the horrific crash. Wanting nothing less than to have to expose myself to this beast, which was stalking my way, I jumped out of the truck and ran around to the front, swiping the keys off of the hood and circling back inside the vehicle. The wolf now dropped into a run, closing in on me, while I threw the truck in reverse, spun it around in the sand, and sped away as fast as possible.

10/19/2010
"Dead in Sight"

There was a young girl, who claimed that she could see ghosts. No one believed her. During our (I'm not sure who all "our" consisted of, but I know I was with some group or team of people) meeting with the little girl, we seemed to have encountered some either invisible force or group hallucination. The little girl tried to convince us that it was nothing - playing it off as if she didn't know anything was going on, but I slowly began believing her story about the ghosts. Later, we'd had some sort of seance, where we gathered over some gel-based artifact. At first, I could see the apparition of an old man, coming to join us at the table. Then more and more spirits joined him. They seemed drawn to the artifact, so we held it out to them. The ghosts began touching it. Everything was so vivid that, when I would hold the artifact and raise it out, for a ghost to touch it, I could feel their fingers rubbing across mine - though all I could see if their bodies were soft, smoke-like trails of green and blue light, which highlighted their features.

10/16/2010
Fragment:
In this dream, I'd had a girlfriend who'd recently passed away. I spent the entire dream with my friends, and they were trying really hard to console me. I was pretty much lost, though, and hopelessly depressed. After the dream, I woke up with dried tears on my face.

10/12/2010
"Grodd, Almighty"

Awesome Superman Lucid, last night. At first, I was with a man, woman and baby, walking through the woods. Somehow, on our journey, we ended up springing a trap. An array of monsters shot up out of the leafy blanket covering the ground, and started positioning themselves for attack. The man and woman, whom I was with, did some sort of quick transformation and became a duo of masked, Power Ranger-like warriors; battle suits and all. Along with the goons, there was this crazy, bladed weapon that shredded through the ground like a shark's fin through water - also, a "boss." That "boss" was Grodd; the Great Ape Genius villain who's known for taking on the Justice League (comics). He was dressed in this really shiny, metallic suit, that kind of made him look like Lord Zedd from the Power Rangers. The ground-blade thing came upon us, and the three of us sort of put up a collective block against it. A shower of sparks flew out in all directions, and we were all repelled by the force of the deflected attack...but it was deflected, which was the most important thing.

After the defensive manuever, I recognized myself to be no longer myself - but another incarnation of Superman. I guess it was just the fact that I used nothing but my own arms to block the weapon, which brought me to the notion that was superhuman. There was a massive fight that ensued (which I, unfortunately, don't really remember much of). I was in control of my actions, but not necessarily lucid yet. I remember that I kept looking around, cautiously, for anyone who might sneak up on me with Kryptonite. I was afraid that someone would get the drop on me, and I would be taken out of the fight, but it never happened. At one point, I remember flying down into the 'forest' floor, and then launching up and out of the ground, at another point on the battlefield, to try to get a very vantage point. It was around here, where the people I was fighting along side were kidnapped. They had simply vanished; baby and all. Somehow, I had tracked them out over a large body of water, which looked like the ocean. I found one of the men in the water, but let him be, now focused on just the exhiliration of flying. I can't remember exactly what tipped it off, but I became lucid, right around this time. While still over the water, I started toying with my flight speed, trying to see how much control I could get out of it. I began pushing up through the "gears," just going faster and faster, in increments, until the water and patches of ground became a blur beneath me.

After some time, I came upon a fortress, now back in the woods. It was an old, castle-like building with a giant statue, of what might have been a bird or something, outside. I came to find out that this was Grodd's base, and the woman and baby were inside. Without wasting any time, I just burst in through one of the thick, stone walls, as if it were made of legos, grabbed the mother and her baby, and zoomed back out of the building. Back outside, Grodd was there to meet us, still wearing his shiny, new suit. Motioning for the woman to get her kid and stand back, I rushed Grodd with everything I had. He was absolutely no match for me, this time. I stayed on the offensive and pretty much just pummeled him with my fists. After he was defeated, there was a loud rumbling, coming from the building. I couldn't tell what was happening, but something big was about to occur. I picked up the woman and child, and flew up to the roof of the fortress, setting them safely on top.

Flying back down to the front of the building, I saw the entire facade fall away. Before I knew it, I was staring down the barrel of an almost ridiculously large tank cannon, which I could have easily walked straight into, standing upright. The whirring sound, that I began to hear building, told me that I was only seconds from being fired upon, so I flew straight up into the air, just as the cannon exploded beneath me. A single shot blasted right below my feet. Immediately, I retaliated, flying back down toward the tank and swinging haymakers at it. The steel folded under my fists like tin foil, and I completely demolished the weapon, landing on the roof and ripping over the hatch. I reached in and grabbed the operator by his collar, pulling him up to me, telling him that I would "throw him into fucking space," if he ever tried something like that again. Even behind his goggles, I could see the fear in his face. He just shook and stammered, looking like he'd just shit himself. Lol.

I actually let him go, and he scurried off. I then met back up with the woman and her baby, and we began to walk back to where we'd been. The man she was with, was suddenly with us again, though I don't remember him having been around, during the battle. I knew, at this point, that I would be waking up, sometime soon, so I began trying to recall the events, from as early as I could. While I was going over them in my mind, some large creature flew into the forest and confronted us. It was kind like a bird, but breathed fire. I don't remember if it had feathers or leathery skin, but I know it was more bird than dragon. I was so intent on remembering the past events, that the dream began unraveling (I would guess that's because I was taking so much of my attention off of it?). The bird/dragon/thing craned its head toward me, still flapping its enormous wings, to keep itself hovering, in one spot. I knew I didn't want to get drawn into another scenario, because I might lose so much of what I'd retained, so just as the bird lurched forward and spit a wide plume of fire toward me, I completely let go of the dream and decided to wake myself up.