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I an the Flash and I am trying to beat a guy called HM1. He has similar capabilities as the "Reverse Flash" and has an entire army of stooges. I am fast enough to make it so that they can't even really fight me (like fighting people that aren't moving). He is much faster than me, so I enlist the help of my friend "Thomas" (real life friend). I teach him all how to get into the speed force and when I am getting ready to have my crew train him I go to a party.

I am in the party and I see a bunch of the "stooges" they all dress in yellow and are easy to spot. I use my speed to blur myself so that they cannot see me, but HM1 has an ability to see anything moving faster than an average human. I try to move fast enough that that doesn't catch me and I run across a field. Funny enough, the building of the party and the field across from it is a church that me and him stayed at during our highschool basketball days. I am caught and he beats the crap out of me. I wake up and I come to a lot more aware and aware that it is a dream when I wake up from the beating. My friends are near me, they have been training my friend and think that as soon as I am healed we can go and fight.

I have to do some training exercises to get my speed back to full strength, I tell them that they shouldn't worry (because I know that it is a dream) and that I can move faster than they could possibly realize or understand. They laugh and say that Thomas has almost caught up to my speed, he just lacks a lot of techniques and fighting skill. I decide to show him my moves to train a bit. I take off running and quickly realize that I have two different ways of moving quickly. The first way is to simply blur through the sight of everything and run really fast. It actually isn't very fast since I can only think in real time (think of the speed kind of as a program). The second way is simply "enter Speed Force" which basically puts me at a different speed than everyone else. I show Thomas that speed and show him how I can run up things and make sure he is going the same speed as me. When I am in Speed Force Mode, everything seems to glow redish. I show him how if I walk at this speed, it is faster than running at the other speed. I move a DC to a different place and he is shockingly looking at me, because to him, I am simply moving really quickly and moving him, it freaks him out. I then start "time flow" again, and Thomas is amazed
"how fast can you choose to make it?" He asks.
"I can make it so that time doesn't seem to be moving at all." I tell him as I slow down time all the way to zero. It doesn't work, and I can still see people moving. Might have to use my own dream control for this. I start time moving regularly and then close my eyes like Hiro Nakamura.

I am super happy of my accomplishment and think about going back in time to defeat HM1, but I realize that that would alter the dream rules so much that the story wouldn't matter. Maybe I should just have some fun messing with DCs. I move some DCs around like Hiro did when he had the mind of an 11 year old and make time start. Not too much creativity on a lot of this stuff, just pantsing people and turning people around to make them confused. The dream fades out.

Soo.. My friend has regular night terrors cause she got raped twice. and she fears it still.
She just has a lot of night terrors. For some reason I dream of her being very frightened in the night. In this dream she was living next to me and had a boyfriend over. I heared her having sex... I did not want to disturb her sexy moments so i made to my room next to her. She gets awfully loud. I kinda get excited myself. Then her boyfriend gets harder with her. Suddenly she doesn't seem to have so much fun and she is screeching in terror. [I didn't want to intrude in her sexcepade because it's non of my business. ] rather, a voice in my mind said ; 'go help her' or something .

On this particular night I again did a WBTB method and had a dream that I was in a classroom and was speaking to a fellow student who was hazy. Once the class was over that person told me that they liked the class better a few years back and that it is not as fun any more. For some reason in my mind I thought of 2011. As I walked though the hallway I noticed a girl that I talk to at work in waking life. At first I said "hi: and then we awkwardly hugged. I remember walking away thinking why did I do that since both of us are married and felt guilty for doing that. I woke up and understood that it was just a dream.

It was cold and rainy day. I was going out of a hospital with my younger sister. Mother was waiting for us in the car. I asked her who is going to drive, and she said that she'll drive. Then we drove away.


I was in school, entering the toilet. It was weirdly and impractically designed. There was one dude from my class, hanging on the door of the toilet, screaming at someone.


I was at a resource stockpile. There was a dude that told me "Now you'll need to place more wood resource in this stockpile. Your mother needs that cancer cure." We started to work immediately, more and more people gathered to help us.

Alarm @ 0200
Bed @ 2215

Woke @ 0040: bathroom.
Woke @ 0200: took an extra multi-B.

House in the woods
I'm in a clearing in a wooded area near a large house. A small fire is burning. I take something that looks kind of like a long, hard vine (slightly reddish in color) and put one end into the fire. The outside of the vine burns very very quickly, reminding me of det cord that Mythbusters likes to use.

Now someone is making a bow. It's made out of some kind of wood that's almost white. It's fairly thin (maybe 1/2 inch diameter), pointed on both ends, and taller than he is. Someone else shows up and is rather dismissive towards the bow, saying that he really likes the modern recurved bows but has no interest in traditional ones.

Now I'm walking along a path on the other side of the house. It's to our left, and there's a drop to our right. We pass a large bush with very sharp leaves and discuss the values of such plants as theft deterrents.

BTB @ 0245.
Woke @ 0600.

Guard house mess
I'm driving along a road towards a row of guard houses. There's one guard house for traffic coming in, another for traffic leaving; each guard house has one lane on either side of it. There's also a clapboard sign between the guard houses, between the two directions of traffic. I'm in the rightmost lane. Something odd is going on: cars from each direction aren't staying in their lanes but are choosing a guard house seemingly at random. I slow down to a crawl, trying to figure out what to do. I see a guard standing at the clapboard sign waving me over and head towards her.

Now I'm standing at a counter at the (what should be) outbound gatehouse. I've handed over a number of forms I brought with me pre-filled-out, and the guard has spread them out to look at them. I fish in my pocked for my money, dropping a huge handful of coins - mostly quarters - onto the table. I realize I didn't keep back any money for vending machines and hunt for 4 quarters to hold onto, realizing that might make one of my forms invalid. Oh well, I can redo it if I need to. The guard gives me a very dismissive look, as if he can't believe he has to deal with someone like me.

Now I'm getting out of my car in a dark parking garage.

*I visit some offical state office to get an I.D. but to my surprise I realize that it bas a picture of me and girlfriend staring at each smiling also like a wedding photo.

*I am visiting with my white side of the family. We are all exchanging hugs.

*I random DC says that we should go check out these pigs on a ranch we are on. Later on I show every one a way off the ranch that will cause us no danger which I am congratulated for.

*I point out to my girlfriend are leaky roof in are apartment. I tell her that this could cause the roof to fall on us.

*Some lady offered me a combination of herbs that will help my health. One of the herbs she offered me was tumeric.

Not sur of what exactly the dream was about, or where it tooks place, or anything, but there was Eli in a blue shirt and black jeans and a smile

A serial killer was chasing me and killing my friends and family. Due to the fact that he had false proof that could get my little brother accused for the murders I didn't go to the police and instead tried to catch him myself. However, everytime he was one step ahead and killed someone I cared about. At the end of the dream he had hunt me and my brother down on skis, and we were trapped in a barn where people where dancing folk dance. The killer gave me a gun and told me to shoot myselt in the mouth. Instead I tried to kill him, but the gun wasn't loaded, because he knew I would do it. It felt like he was playing a game with me to wear me down mentally. When I realised that he had tricked me with the gun he drew a second gun and shoot at me. That's when I woke up. After that I when to the bathroom but when I was gonna open the door it felt like he was standing outside, waiting for me. This was when I was awake. Eventually I opened the door and called my mother to talk about the dream and get back to reality.

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I'm in an unfamiliar bedroom. I begin playing a red-tinted Mario game, like a Virtual Boy game. Mario is riding a donkey and has to dodge pills and geometric shapes as he move to the left. He gets hit and the donkey runs off like Yoshi in the Super Mario World games. I get really into the game and "become" Mario. I dodge the now 3D and in full color geometric objects and pills with great finesse. I've become really good at the game.

By the beginning of a forested path at night near my old school. I try to send a text message to an old school friend of mine but the message gets turned into a reflective road sign next to the path, the smiley I used in it looks weird on a road sign.

I turn around and try to contact my friend on Facebook with a laptop, he doesn't respond but his wife does. I begin to see an image of a person drinking Hendricks gin on a grainy video feed. The club is lit with blue light and the guy throws the bottle away and turns around, walking clumsily toward the exit. He's wearing a bear skin and has long hair and a big beard, feral looking.

See my sister and she offers me a Gin and Tonic with cucumbers in it. Don't really want to drink but I take a sip with gratitude, I don't want to offend her.

I'm in an apartment that looks like Dexter's from the series Deter. Sunlight through the window. I look into the fridge for food, so much stuff in it but not much that interests me.

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A vague memory of being at my friends house, the TV is on really loud. Another friend says we should turn in down before the neighbors complain. I agree and we turn down the volume. Another friend enters, I ask him what's up.

I'm walking in a deep hilly wooded area on a grey day. There is a lake to my left. There are large lumps of tree roots on the surface of the ground and I trip over them. I make my way to a house, it looks modern and is very solitary, no other house in sight, as if it was right in the middle of a little depression in the ground. Looks like a safe place.

I go inside and it is fairly dim inside as only a bluish grey light comes through the shaded windows. It give the whole house a mystical and serene feeling, hard to explain. A lamp is in the corner, it looks very fancy and modern in design gives a little more of a golden lighting deeper in the house. There is something oddly satisfying being here, safe, serene, a mindset like something remembered in childhood.

I'm in my grandparent's old place. In the kitchen, all the lights are on, I see a mosaic decorative plate on the wall. It's like all the other decorative things they have on the wall. There are three tiles on it that stand out, the rest have fallen away. They look a bit like hexagons, one has a large "C" on it, meaning a complex number. One tile is touching it on its left, the other tile is one space away from the "C" tile on the right, not touching it. I look at it and it is supposed to show a mathematical number sequence that has something to do with complex numbers. I try to think what it could mean, I think the terms of the series can tessellate the whole plate. I hear in my mind "only a fool adds them together...".

In the bathroom, out the window I see one of my friends and his friend have arrived by car. What are they doing all the way up here?

I have to give a presentation of a subject of my choice. I use my sister's computer to look for some information of Kendrick Lamar, I type his name into Google. I can't find enough information, at least not enough for me to want to confidently present anything.

It's dark outside, I'm standing by the large show window of a bookstore, there is a golden orange light coming from it, fancy, brown wooden shelves have books on them. I think of doing my presentation of Satanism and the occult, I begin to notice books with those words on the spines on the shelves. Is it too edgey?

I wake up through the night, feeling sick and disorientated.

A bomb exploded outside my window, felt the vibrations, woke up and did not realise that it was a dream at first.

I was riding a bicycle in the forest with some friends when I realize that I was dreaming. I push the pedal hard and the bicycle accelerates, the sensation of acceleration was like an extraordinary feeling. I lift my feet then re-push hard on the pedal and I repeat the action over and over again because the sensation was so incredible...

I don't remember much... my dreams haven't been as vivid as they used to be. Sad.

I was looking around to help someone find some buttons... like big circular buttons that you pin to your shirt, not the ones that keep your shirt closed. I find three buttons that are the same... almost. They have a photo on them, black and white, of someone with their face painted for Day of the Dead. Two are girls and one's a guy. Then I find three more and I think they had a company logo on them. For some reason, when I woke up, it reminded me of the button that's in KB's cube at work... it says "Crabbie's" on it and it's orange.

Then I'm at Tiffany's. I have no idea how I know it's a Tiffany's. I think I'm at a bridal shower or some sort of event. I open an envelope and see that I have a gift certificate and there's a twenty dollar bill inside. I think the envelope was really old. Then I went through a door and started singing and KB was there. I wasn't singing this song, but now I can't get "Chandelier" by Sia out of my head. Some days I just wake up with a song.

Then I'm at a grocery store and I'm helping people check out. Making sure all the lines are going they way they should. This is recurring. I've never worked in a grocery store. You'd think I would start realizing I'm dreaming at this point haha... but noooooo.

Getting a steady trickle of dreams and some are still quite promising (albeit non-lucid). Some are getting longer in recall...this mornings one (I was up for 2½hours then back to bed for a while) was particularly satisfying.

I'm wandering around a (German?) town (DS) and I have my girlfriend with me (sorry wifey dear, no slight intended but this is dreamstuff.) I kiss her several times (a long slow embrace) in full view of the general public (once on top of a bus) She's a bit embarrassed but responds willingly and well...lovely stuff...as good as dream sex for me and not too unfaithful.

I'm on track for a possible further operation to resolve the very distracting problem I have with this nose of mine...another bout of blood and snot but it should be worth it. I'm back persevering with awareness exercises and showing more patience this time...and I have an idea to cultivate a possible friend. I call him “Psi” and he might be able to help me move forward in my little project...we'll see..

+ in boy scout camp, the scouts washed my cups and dishes, which are lying on a table to dry, face down. I'm looking for my cups and dishes. There are some of my current [true] plastic kitchen cups there as well as my camping Sierra cup and plates. The plastic cups are not engraved or marked, I think about taking a pocket knife and carving/scratching my initials on them. I pick up my sierra cup and see my cursive engraved initials on the back. I see a few other small portable plates of mine as well, with handles.

+ Long sequence of scenes
1. people playing wilderness golf: they're up the hill, they're not part of our group. They have bright orange golf balls. They're teeing off in our direction and I'm ducking, concerned about getting his by the balls

2. I'm examining closely some chunks of granite on the ground. I reach to push/move them, and they fall apart: they've become almost like sand. I notice interesting textures on one side: they have been pressed up against petrified wood and the pattern of the roots of the wood are impressed in the stone. My wife sees this and tells me her mother wants to see it as well.

3. I'm in a room with healing benefits (a sauna?). My wife is there and her frail [now deceased] mother is there as well. There is another woman in the room, she is sick? My wife's mother does not want to be in the same room with the sick woman because she thinks that the woman's sickness will transfer to her.

4. (A lot of action in and around a dilapidated cabin). In a cabin, this cabin is special because it was built inside a greenhouse [IWL saw story about house in Sweden which was enclosed into a huge greenhouse]. I'm asking if it is too hot in the house in the summer time.

5. Fruit pickers & sword fight. I see a hand holding fruits like mandarin oranges. I'm asking if prior experience in handling fruit is required. I have a conflict with one of the pickers, a guy. Then we're having a sword fight. He's more experienced, but I'm on higher ground. We both have swords and I'm doing my best to block the blows he's raining down upon me. I'm trying to get in quick ripostes when I can but I'm really focusing on blocking his swings. At one point I get a solid stab with the tip of my blade into his left hip, I hold it there for a second and pull it out. He stops fighting, and starts bleeding. I return to the dilapidated cabin and say that he was bleeding a lot of green blood. Someone says he was an alien. Someone else told me he died from that wound.

+ bus, angry guy, swords, martial arts club (epic)
1. I'm on a crowded bus, I leave my backpack on my seat to hold my place and walk to the front of the bus. I then return. There are people in front of me heading back to my seat, I hope they don't take it. A guy does take it, moving my backpack out of the way. I tell him that's my seat, he gets really mad, I keep arguing with him and eventually get my seat back. I keep arguing that "if I had remained in my seat, it wouldn't have been any different for you!". I think he has a sword.

We get off the bus and I see his sword: it is long (4+ feet blade), bright shiny metallic, wide-bladed tapering from hilt to tip just slightly (two inches - 3 inches at the tip), covered with engravings, and I see the edges are very thick and dull. I grab the blade with my right hand and confirm it is not sharp. I say "It's like a big hammer!". Then I unsheath my awesome blade. It is about as long as a Japanese katana, slightly more curved, sharpened only on one side, but it is extremely sharp, I have no desire to even touch it to test its sharpness I know it's so sharp.

2. We're standing outside a martial arts club and go in. Class is underway. There is a famous master running class. The students are various ages. I'm taking the class with my young sons. Some of the students have dark burgundy ghis, and some have dark navy blue ghis. The teacher has set up a jumpy trampoline thing in the room, and two of the experienced students (including a younger boy) are very energetically jumping on this and running across the room. I notice that they are now wearing only sumo-like briefs underwear. I think they've taken off their ghis because this is a very vigorous exercise and they don't want to sweat while wearing their ghis.

My sons start talking during the instruction, and I get angry with them and tell them to listen to the teacher. The old master says "who are the little monkeys talking? But I am not the teacher here, instructor XYZ is." I'm sparring then with some guy, and I beat him.

Class is over and there is some food going around. The master is going behind a corner and returning with plates of food. He comes out once with plate full of large prawns and asks me if I want one. I say yes, I will. I eat one with cocktail sauce. It is good and slightly crunchy. I keep eating the shrimp but they grow a bit in size, including growing really long nasty shrimp legs. I tell myself while feeling slightly disgusted that it's OK it's all good shrimp and keep eating them.

After class some of the students set up a board game at one of the tables, it looks like a miniatures game of some sort of D&D.

I'm trying to figure out the class schedule, on which days is training available. I'm very unclear about the schedule. The master mumbles something about "Wednesdays, Thursdays..." and I'm trying to confirm: can I come Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays? I don't get an answer.

I go into the back and the master is there with a review board from the martial arts organization. There is an investigation of the Master's judging at a recent event. There are square blocks laid out on the table representing a bout and the Master's judging of it. I think it's unfair he's being persecuted this way. I bring him some things from the main room and put them in front of him on the table.

The master is telling me the French guy (and his French friends) that I beat in sparring hates me now. I think "that's stupid, we should all help each other and work together to improve." But I resolve to beat my new foes, and make a group of other students and we clasp hands in comradeship.

I'm talking to the master about the studio's business. He says they haven't had a lot of luck, but the best advertisement they have is a box they rent in New York for $6 per month. I think that's great deal and I ask more about it. He says it is in a location where a lot of people walk past
it on their way to watch television.

+ final showdown with my gang of bad guys versus the cops. In a dark room, we're piling (weapons?) into a large bin. I'm on the flat surface above the bin. I have a pump action shotgun with a barrel that opens and needs to be cocked back to closed after each shot. I reach behind me and point it at the head of a collegue and pull the trigger, *click*, it's not loaded. I cock it and do the same with another fellow bad guy. Then we're all hunkering down in terror and trembling: a cop/FBI/agent is walking slowly down the corridor outside our room. We're all waiting for him to enter, it's all over. He enters and walks across the laser sights on my gun but I don't even think about firing. We're caught, it's over.

Then the agent is a female, telling the ring leader of our group that his complains are ridiculous: he never even had any fruits growing in his penthouse, and never even had any dirt there. I think this is wrong, I thought I remembered seeing a potted plant there.

Then I'm thinking about a floating penthouse in the sky, how will the waste water be poured out? I think of a long hose running down to a pond on the ground below.