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Wow, two nights in a row of remembering dreams! yay! I wrote in my daily journal last night, so maybe that really is helping.
I'm thinking of finally changing the font color of lucids since they're kinda hard to read. But I don't want to go through and change every single one, so I'm not sure. Too lazy.

I was in the bathroom at a huge hotel taking a shower when my hand started to feel funny. I looked down and saw that one of my fingers was short. The top half was missing and it was a stub. I was dreaming. It felt so real and vivid that it took me awhile to believe that. I was really excited so I stared at my hands to stabilize and then stared at the wall. I could see so much detail in everything. I went outside the bathroom and into the main lobby of the hotel. The ceiling was about 8 stories high so I decided to fly up. I spread my arms and began "swimming" up. I went really fast.(Usually it takes me a long time to get high.. haha get high.. you know what I mean). I made it to the ceiling and then floated back down. I wasn't sure what to do next so I decided to go outside and explore. Then I lost it.

I was in high school in Ms. Red-Head's English Class(I forgot her name. The senior year teacher). Some girl in the class had written a book that we were discussing. We were sitting in a huge circle of desks and I was next to Niki, who also wrote a book. I got rid of my copy of the book we were looking at because, frankly, I just didn't give a shit. I tossed Niki's book across the room to these two girls because I wanted more people to hear her book instead of the other girl's. The teacher found out that someone had tossed a book across the room and asked who it was. Several students pointed at me and I raised my hand, looking guilty. The teacher then told me to gather up my stuff and choose a room to sit quietly in. I chose a room that was connected to the classroom. I was actually quite happy to leave the class. There was a couch in the room and I began to set up my computer on it. I realized I didn't have a copy of the book we were discussing.
"Can I have a book?" I asked.
"That will be 3 dollars and 14 cents," the teacher replied.

-fragment at my house offering Dani if she wants bagels and cream cheese because she was hungry

-at some point I heard God's voice saying, "Come with me."

I am sitting at a bar, half drunk off my ass. Hmm... where am I? I look down at the chaosphere tattoo with the anarchy symbol in it on my left hand. A. Assassin. I am V1rus, and I am drunk.
Nomad is cleaning a glass on the other side of the bar.
"Nomadth, you ffucker! Why doncha do shit? We got fuckin' orcs runnin' around and enslaving people and shit! You know how fuckin' limitedth my ppowers are in thisth world?"
"Hey, bro, I think it's time for you to start drinking some water, or how about dragonfruit juice?"
"I'll have some water, juice'll ferment in my gut."
I drink water, and begin to sober up. I am in the town of Denn. Why am I here? Why am I drinking?
Just then, there is a roar, and an orc the size of an ox falls through the door, with another on top of him, at his throat. I throw two knives in the tops of their heads, and they die instantly. They turn to ash, and little brass automatons pop out from the floor and clean up the mess.
"Holy shit, man!"
Another even bigger orc breaks through the wall. "Who in the hell killed my general?"
I grab the dragonfruit juice and pour the whole thing down my throat. I morph into a huge red dragon and stomp on the orc, crushing him to death under my great paw. I kill two more orcs, one with my breath, and another I toss over a cliff. Then, an orc grabs a little girl, and puts a knife to her throat.
"Give yourself up, and she lives."
I morph into human form, and drop all my weapons. The orcs put shackles on my hands and ankles, and lead me to an underground dank dungeon.

I wake up from a dream that plays in my room, but I'm not. I look around and see that the mirror on the right-side wall is not the one from my dream. I look to my left and see no one.
Soon I'm fighting away a man that's trying to chain me up. I start to slip away.
I wake up again in a crate that's poorly chained. I look around and see I'm in the back of a moving car. There's mountains and trees all around me. A black paved road is beneathe me.
I think of jumping out. But my arms are tied.
I see to my left a field of grass. Tall grass that's inaccessible.
Somehow I manage to get out of the crate and land in the field.
And I remember feeling free.
I'm dashing through the field, like a field mouse. Panic is such an understatement. I'm petrified.
From afar I see a tiny cabin. Involuntarily I run towards it.
I get to it. I look inside its reaches. Nothing but a table and a plate.
My mom is coming from the right of me. Talking about me missing my dog's funeral. Screaming now. I run away and don't turn back.
There's a beautiful man at a gas station. He's pumping gas. Naked. I look down and see I am too. Coincidence?
I walk up to him. He stares at me. His eyes glossy and dark, as his hair. Then I look over his shoulder and see a crate with chains hanging from it. I freeze and he grabs me. Kisses my shoulder and then my neck. Telling me I'm his. All his. And I surrender, in his arms.
This time I sit in the passenger seat. We drive for long hours.
Then before us the road lifts and so do we.
He dissolves, somehow. I just watch.
I remember thinking of my only chance at love is gone. And now I'll be alone again.
For an unspoken reason I end up in my room. The walls are red instead of blue. This slightly pisses me off because I hate red, but this time, I like it. I don't know why but I start to like where I am. As if this red tint is enchanted.
I ignore everything and stare at the floor.
My grandma bursts into my room, through the wall, the red wall. She's covered in purple. As though someone painted over my blue wall with red, and she's the outcome.
She speaks softly. Words I can't recall. And suddenly I feel calm.
I lie down.

There's a bus. An ocean. Music.
Waves jump from the sea. Fishes flop. The sky is hidden by a bed of clouds.
I see my best friend in the distance. He's on an island, looking at shorts. He decides upon the black ones, as opposed to the red ones. I scream. He doesn't hear me. A shark is creeping up behind him. I scream but it sounds like nothing. My eyes float away, away from what happened.
I'm in a boat now. A boat that moves itself. I have a cell phone. I'm taking pictures of what's around me. A mountain I see. A few palm trees. An irregular cloud. I put my phone into a bag. Tie it up. Place it in my backpack.
I see a few old ladies. Arguing over black shorts. I see Daniel, my best friend. He's okay. I smile.
I ask him what's happening. He points to the shorts. Just points. I ask him what's wrong. He only points.
I go to see what's the fuss. The ladies scream. Their screams make buzzing appear in my ears. I can't understand their screams. They only hurt.
I walk away from the fuss and back to Daniel. At least I thought. He's no longer there. I only see his foot-steps. They recede to where the shore breaks, into the ocean.

1. Me and My Dad were walking across our neighborhood boulevard. It was still nighttime outside and the moon was shining. As we walked across we both saw a police truck, and it had just pulled somebody over. I looked over at the truck for a while trying to figure out who got pulled over and why. It was no luck though, I couldn't even see anyone. We continued walking across the boulevard and once we made it to the other side my dad started telling me about how he was mad that I kept on getting to school late, which I have no idea why because we weren't even on this topic.
Suddenly my dad threatens to get the cop on me because of it. I tell him that I don't try to get to school late, it just happens. It doesn't matter though because he still goes over and gets the cop that had pulled a random guy over. As my dad is walking to get him, I'm standing still. Suddenly the environment around me starts to change, and I now find myself in some kind of mall area and there are alot of people around me. I also now find myself going up an escalator, and I see people I know from school around me.
As I'm going up the escalator I see the cop, and he's looking for me. I decided that it wasn't a good idea to dodge cops, so I went up to him as he was going up on one of the other escalators. "So, why have you been late to school lately son?" he asks me. "I don't know sir, I don't really try to be late it just happens sometimes. I'm so used to waking up around 8 o clock in the morning, and school starts at 7:15. One time I even woke up at 9 am." I reply. "Yea I know what you mean, it's hard for me to get up sometimes too, but you can't let your sleepiness get the best of you man, you have to keep going." he told me. Our conversation continued, but I don't remember the rest of it.
As we are continuing our conversation, me and the Police Officer and walking. Somehow we end up walking into a classroom, and somehow, it ends up being the classroom that I'm supposed to be in. Once we walk in I see that everyone is doing their work. I then recognize my teacher Ms. Bernstein sitting at her desk in a corner. She notices me and gets out of her desk and walks over to me. "You're late Cory, bus 308?" (IWL when someone is late she always asks if we were on bus 308, and she doesn't count us tardy if we say yes even though its a fake bus). "Yes ma'am" I tell her.
She then hands me a packet of work, the same packet that everyone else is working on. I look at it and I notice that it's a math review. I somehow miss the fact that Ms. Bernstein is an English teacher, not a Math one, so it seems normal that she gives me the review. Now the cop, who has been standing next to me the entire time, starts talking to me again. We end up talking for a long time. Our conversation ends after a while because a student in the class comes up to the cop and asks him a question about the review. Before I leave the cop says to me, "Here, I want to give you something." He then pulls out a 1 dollar bill from his pocket and gives it to me. "Thanks" I say. I then put it in my pocket and because there is now an awkward atmosphere around us, I walk away.
Not too far from me I spot my friend Dani. She's sitting down in a desk working on the review. I sit down in the desk next to her and we talk. I start working on the review with her, basically just copying the answers, and we start talking about how I used to say the word "Dude" alot and how she's starting to say it alot too. "I know" I said, "I used to say it in every sentence, but now I'm trying to stop saying it". We both laugh and suddenly Ms. Bernstein comes over.
"You guys are working on the review right?" She asks us. Of course we say yes. Ms. Bernstein then tells the entire class that the bell is about to ring so we can put all of our stuff away and get ready to leave. Now me and Dani are standing next to the door talking and Ms. Bernstein joins our conversation. "Aren't you guys happy that this is your last day of school?" she asks us. "Hahaha Ms. Bernstein, we still have 3 days of school left, this isn't the last day." I tell her. "Oh that's right, I don't know what I was thinking". She starts laughing. "But don't worry Ms. Bernstein, when it is the last day of school I'll be riding bus 308 back home, and its going to be a luxury bus with your name written on it." I tell her. "That's right" she replies, "and you'll be sitting in seat 66 and Dani will be sitting in the seat right behind you" she tells me while pointing to a long number written down on the desk I was sitting in.
I look down at the number and its about 15 digits long, and the last two digits are 66. Now I understand and we all start laughing.

Last night I've had a lucid dream!

The dream begins. I'm in void and an evil voice speaks to me. I don't know what it says, but it terrifies me. Struggling I manage to avoid to wake up, fighting against the rapid and intense vibrations I usually feel on my physical body when I enter a dream lucidly or when I'm being kicked out from it.
Then I understand: "I'm this voice". Fear stopped.
I was still nowhere, but this didn't terrify me. I believe I've reconciled myself with an ancient part of my brain, that part which generates primordial fears, such as the fear of getting out of known places (so also entering lucid dreams).

Then I decide to meet Tesla. He just flashed in front of my eyes to disappear immediatly. Then I was in a gloomy living room, with very few furnishment, only a baroque moquet. The room was sorrounded by a black space. I try to fly, but it seems so unnatural, I don't feel my body suspended, I still feel it in my bed, though it seems quite distant. I go to a glass door and on the other side I see a girl I once saw in the library of my department and she says me "The demonstration of the Zeros' Theorem is pretty useless, hypothesis immediatly imply thesis, it's easy to visualize". I agree blamefully with her.
I stay in the void for some other time, without surrendering to the fear which usually takes me ("Am I staying in the dream too much??") then, I don't remember how, I wake up.



The dream has been quite long and I've achieved good results. What I want to do next time (so this night!!) is to focus on stability and on completly abandon the feeling of my material body.

Going to school

It was during the christmas eve, everyone had to go to school. I entered the bus, and drove to the city where my school is placed. I entered the building, and went up to classroom. I thought Why should I try? I'll sit near the teacher anyway. As soon as the lesson started, with classmates we went out of classroom. I felt strong stomach pain, so I wanted to go out of school. I went to the head teacher. A tall, bald, fat man in graphite coloured suit and wearing glasses with thick, round lenses. I told him about my condition. He made mischievous smile, and said that everyone has to be in school during christmas.

Jogging in the city

It was warm, summer afternoon. I was running in the city I frequently visit. I was running witout any reason. The weather changed to cloudy, and it started to rain, but I still runned. I entered the building, suddenly I was changed to seven years old child, naked, sitting within other children. We were eating a tasty soup.

Discussion about black holes

I made a graphic representation of forces working in black holes. My graph was so confusing that my siblings couldn't read it properly. We discussed about that matter. I laughed from my younger sisters thoughts.

Morning of December 23, 2014. Tuesday.



Even though this is vaguely related to the recurring (and assuming fictional) Enchanted Forest setting, it is not as defined as usual and seems to be in a different location.

My family and I stop near a forest during, I think, an extensive shopping trip or other outing. We are still fairly close to the main part of town. The forest is still quite dense and supposedly isolated (internally), though. It seems to be around late morning. Although I am not sure of directional orientation, the forest remains mostly to my right from wherever we were walking from.

After a short time, I notice an unusual-looking light gray “mouse” with very short fur and scurrying about at the edge of the outer perimeter and in and out of clusters of dead leaves. I watch it for awhile. It may actually be a vole, which I consider for a short time. I pick it up briefly but let it go again. For some reason, a vole seems more “wild” or “exotic” (as well as “rare”) than an “ordinary” wild mouse.

Later on, a toddler appears from deeper within the forest. Even though she is only about three, she somehow seems to have been living there alone most of her life. This seems a bit odd, so we decide to take her with us as we do more shopping.

Later, however, a younger male wearing glasses, who reminds me of someone I only saw once several years ago in public while he was carrying his daughter with a very annoyed look on his face while entering a men’s room at a drive-in theater, makes an appearance near the parking lot of a mall. He is very angry that we took his child from the woods. Apparently, she was supposed to be there on her own for a time as he and his wife were doing shopping (I do not think it was punishment). His wife is with him but he does most of the complaining. They take the child with them after a few conversations about leaving a toddler alone in an isolated area (which seem to “reset” and repeat - there are a couple times when I am thinking “jungle”, even saying it once or twice, but then change it to “forest” since I have doubt that there is a jungle nearby).

For some reason, he does not think it strange to leave an infant or toddler on their own in a forest for a long time, as it seems she had been there for weeks according to the conversation. It seems my wife and I are very inconsiderate to have “rescued” his daughter in light of what we thought we were doing. (It vaguely reminds me of a real-life scenario years ago where my wife informed another mother that her young daughter was handling mothballs at a secondhand bookstore and was possibly about to eat a couple - the mother acted more annoyed at my wife for informing her in a timely manner than about the situation itself, and there was a similar event where a toddler was running around in her backyard on her own with large sharp scissors where the mother became angry with my wife instead of having any concern for the child).

This still seems wrong to me, though my family and I resume our activities after I punch him in the face several times, knocking him over each time. He seems mostly uninjured and unwavering in his beliefs.

This dream followed thoughts that have always greatly puzzled me nearly my entire life on how it is possible for toddlers to disappear or have fatal accidents in settings where there is apparently no adult around anywhere. This is even more of a puzzle since I have had extensive experience with a large family for quite some time (thus it certainly is not a question of a lack of perspective or role which many would probably use as an excuse regarding my opinion) and it has never been that difficult to care for family members and be aware of their safety. I still do not know how it is possible other than a bizarre lack of attention or awareness on the part of parents or guardians (when a child somehow wanders off), which does not even seem possible to me other than the parents simply forgetting they have children for a time. I suppose this sounds strange coming from someone who had a near-fatal accident themselves when not quite two years of age. I guess I was a quick climber and I do not blame either parent in this case.

The girl in my dream vaguely reminds me of a real-life situation where we saw two female toddlers walking around in our front yard at about two in the morning and they were hanging around near our front steps as if lost. The parents were inside their house, possibly drunk or sleeping. A large dog was with them as if the parents thought that a dog somehow had human perspective and “responsibility” and would viably babysit their kids.

December 22, 2014

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eeeeehhhh. Been sick the past few days, so my dreams have been vivid, but easily forgotten somehow. I need to remember to write them as soon as I wake up, at least some notes. They're vivid enough that I only need to see a few key words to remember being in the dream, but I have a lot of trouble with remembering if I don't have something to go on... Hopefully I get healthy soon, and have more lucids!

Anyways, the dream from last night, which I actually forgot to write down, couldn't remember for most of the day, and suddenly remembered in the car on the way to see The Hobbit pt.3:



I was in a class, about 4th grade or so. I was one of the students, and my math methods professor was the teacher. I had just transferred to this school, so I didn't have any of the materials yet. It was math time and I was sitting at a picnic table at the back of the room, looking on a new friend's math journal. My prof got pretty upset with me for not havingmy book open to the right page, and every time I said I didn't have a journal, he assumed I meant I had left it at home. There had been some sort of miscommunication from someone who was supposed to give me the journal...

I finally did get one, and it had one of those perforated bits to open it, like a bill in the mail. I had to tear along the long edge across from the binding to open the journal. We were using math boxes on pages 43 and 49 (but not those in between for some reason)

I'm talking to Mark on the phone. I am aware that Mark himself has followed the same path previously - he tells me I can smoke a cigarette in this elevator. I proceed to light the cigarette, but do not smoke it, as I am inside a building and I'm conflicted by the knowledge that indoor smoking normally is not allowed. The elevator takes me to the top floor, as Mark says bye and I hang up. I get out the elevator and search for the exit to the roof so I can smoke - I go outside and find myself in an open-air railway station.
I'm still not sure if I'm allowed to smoke here - usually no smoking is permitted at railway stations. My cigarette is still lit, but I haven't toked it. I see a dude lighting up a cigarette, and feel like his desperation for a cigarette outweighs his consideration for the legality of it.
I cross the rail tracks and almost get hit by a train, but jump away just in time. I climb a steel, box-shaped object in the middle of the tracks, where I know I'll be safe. From my vantage point I can see a mother shouting and swearing at her daughter. The daughter thinks she is an adult now and can do what she wants, but the mother disagrees, and is still shouting and swearing. The daughter salutes the mother ironically, as if she were an army general ordering her around. The mother passes nearby so I say to her in a rather patronising fashion "excuse me. I can see you're trying hard to be a good mother, and that's great. But just calm down and slow down a bit, and take some deep breaths". The mother tells me she's been told to do the breathing before, and thanks me anyway. I squeeze her hand gently before she leaves.

[Note: I quit smoking a month and a week ago - clearly this has something to do with the strange smoking dilemna]

In this dream I was lying on my back at the front steps of an apartment, facing the bright blue sky, soaking up the hot sun, and just simply enjoying a beautiful summer day. Then I heard my daughter’s voice right beside me, “There are fluffy, whooping cranes flying above us!” I instantly became lucid upon hearing my daughters voice, and sure enough, a flock of whooping cranes were flying overhead. There was one in particular that was flying very low right above us. It was completely white, except for the ends of its wings, which were black. I looked at my dear daughter and said, “Let’s fly up to see them!” She cautiously replied, “Okay, but I can’t fly too high.” She stood on the edge of steps, watching me carefully over her shoulder, with her luminously beautiful and bright blue/green eyes. Her eyes almost seemed to be glowing! Before we launched, I told her I loved her, and she gave me a little smile. She seemed a little nervous about flying. We then flew up into the sky, and unfortunately my vision faded. The last thing I saw was my daughter flying right alongside me, 20 feet away. I immediately entered this wonderful experience into my dream journal.

Beginning I appeared to be walking with a small boy in the woods that seems to be cover in fog. The boy ask me to help him create his project. I ask him what does this project need to consist of? He says only the simple things. I began saying I guess the complex things sometimes ruin the main point. The kid then said duh, as the fog began to clear a path that show the both of us a classroom. I open the door while we continue to enter inside. I appear in my old 4th grade classroom. The lights were off and I notice that students would first need to get their IQ test papers before taking their assign seats.

I went to the stand to get my paper, the paper claimed my IQ to be 180. I scratch my head thinking this is quite overestimating me. The teacher said congrats, and that I was one of the few that had score well. I got back to my seat and began filling other questions. That's when I ask if I had to fill all of the questions? The teacher said I didn't have to, but to do as many as I would like. I decided not to take the test seriously and didn't put much effort to finish all of them. I notice some students wanting my help but didn't want to ask me. I toss my paper to the side of the desk so they could have a good range of where the answers were on my paper.

To help pass the time, I began to eat a sandwich with too much cheese, with a hot dog that has purple slime splatter all over it. Not long after the teacher ask me for my paper. I got up and realize the students must've move my paper when getting the answers. However before after I turn back around it was in my red folder again. I gave it to the teacher and continue to get back to my seat. However before I could everyone seem quiet as they heard two older students fight out in the hall way. Our teacher began to mimic their voice in a attempt to show us how non serious this situation is.

She then order us back to our seats and added that everyone screws up. But decided to point me out by saying I am a real screw up. I laugh and told her that you haven't change and that it was good to have teacher speak their mind openly. I notice the lights came on in the classroom. After a minute of being here, I started focusing and thinking back. Wasn't long after she said this will help us 8th grader pass, however I only was in this classroom for 4th grade. I realize the chances of this being a dream were high. I then thought in this dream I must've been hold back for many years. Felt great though.

That's when our teacher ask us to choose an element that suits us. She didn't give us many options. Only fire , body or mental. Few chose body, I suppose that represents fitness. Most of us chose mental. I also pick mental since being in a dream. Our teacher had one last question for us. I for some reason knew what she was going to ask and was ready to answer. The teacher knew I had the answer but told me, let the other students have a chance. It didn't take long, only two tries and they got it right. After the student said energy, I recklessly said yes to congratulate them. Then my teacher fist bump me and soon after I felt tired and woke up. Lucidity Time: 5 seconds

As Rumpelstiltskin, disembodied, I'm watching a woman lead a prisoner, a teenage boy, into a dungeon. She's complaining about how tired she is of hunting people down and dragging them back here across worlds. We're standing (well, 'standing' in my case, lacking a body at the moment) in a stone hallway, at the top of a staircase blocked by a door of iron bars. She locks that door behind the prisoner, and when she leaves he just sits down right there at the top of the stairs rather than going further down. He looks very confused. I'm aware he's not the only person in the dungeon, there's several people down at the base of those stairs, some of whom I feel personally responsible for, and I wonder for a moment if they've been fed today. I sometimes forget how often my guests need to eat. Then I remind myself that right now, it's not my responsibility to keep them fed - the people who took them prisoner will take care of that, they need their hostages alive. There's someone in that dungeon I want to take back, but I've got a few other things to see to first, while I'm disembodied.

The scene skips ahead in time - no memory gap, just a shift to the bottom of the stairs and an awareness that this is meant to be later. A guard's come to feed the prisoners, and when no one comes to the top of the stairs when he calls, he opens the door to bring the food down himself and check on the prisoners. But when he gets to the bottom of the stairs, he finds me sitting in the wooden chair in the center of the dirt floor. I'm wearing a hood that hides my face, but I always do. There's two kids beside me, royalty held hostage - one of them's my granddaughter, biologically but not officially, though she isn't aware of that and neither were the people who took her. But they should have been aware that I've always looked after her family. I wait until he's seen me, and until the look on his face shows that he knows who I am, and then I create a ball of fire in my hand. I enjoy this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm returning to a tent in a military camp in some cold, snow-covered place, and there's this man who bows to me two or three times when he sees me, obsequious manner, irritating. I hear a voice as if I'm reading a line in a book: "This was the worst of ___'s nature, he told himself - a ___ who didn't know how to ___." (The blanks aren't things that I forgot after waking up - during the dream, the voice just cut out during those words. The first blank was meant to be the name of my POV character here; the other two had no mental associations.)

I was hanging out with Dreamer and one of her guy friends. They were sitting on the couch next to each other. Her friend was wearing this enormous hat - It looked like a smurf hat, except that it was bright blue. He started to talk about some hat game in minecraft where you could do something with hundreds of different hats.

This Asian lady and her daughter appeared. The daughter was trying very hard to be American but she was uncomfortable because she felt as though she didn't fit in and she didn't understand the culture. The mom was yelling at her, telling her that she had to be better and to try harder and that she needed to change who she was in order to fit in and become rich. The daughter seemed really upset about being yelled at like this. I started to argue with her mom and tell her that it wasn't fair for her to put that kind of pressure on her daughter and that she should want her daughter to be happy. She shouldn't need her daughter to fit into a mold of standard conformity at the expense of her enjoyment of life.

Dreamer's DC didn't like that I was telling her mom this stuff, she thought that it wasn't my place to say such things. I was quite upset.
Dreamer's reaction didn't make sense to me, I thought that she would have agreed with me if anything.

I realized I was dreaming at this point. So I walked outside, into the front yard, where I saw high a school kid riding around on a unicycle, but it had a steering wheel on it. I walked in front of him and got him to stop riding. I made him fly into the air and gently land on a soft, cushiony patch of grass on the other side of the street. I then jumped onto his unicycle and started to ride down the street with it. He chased after me and I let him catch up a little bit to mess with him, I was feeling a bit cruel I suppose. He kept getting really close to me but then he would get too tired from running and he would have to slow down. I kept cheering him on while telling him that this was great exercise for him. I'm so mean to DCs sometimes!

We got to the end of the street and there was a giant crater in the middle of the road, maybe 100 feet deep and 50 feet in diameter. There were dead bodies littered all across the bottom of it. I jumped off the unicycle and sort of shielded the high school kid from the bloody scene. I could faintly see a semi-invisible figure lurking in the shadows. It became visible temporarily as it climbed out of the crater. It was Cerberus.


I began charging up a bright pink laser from the palm of my hand and I patiently waited for the demon dog to attack. It appeared from out of the shadows once more and I unleashed the charged up laser right into the center of it's middle head, destroying it. The beast recoiled and fled. I Woke up.

I was dreaming...I was in Ocean but I didn't drown.So I walked under the sea and a black hole sucked me(lol).And I fell...and I taught the ground and I woke up.

Three non lucid thingys...

1) Driving along a familiar road in my home town. Then I took a right turn and I didn't know where I was. I pulled up outside a building. A man walked past who had spiky hair and the U.S flag spray painted onto his hair for some reason..

2) Possibly the same dream - I was in a room listening to an American speaker. He called a guy I know forward and said 'Ah, an Englishman'. The guy I know calmly said 'Scotsman' and the American repeated it.

3) On public transport of some sort with my wife. A woman said I had to sign a form before I left. As often happens there was something blocking my view. I signed my name and put my address as well. I didn't put my real life address for some reason... I left whatever transport it was (it was like a moving room) and I knew we were in a hotel, As we walked down some stairs my wife said 'I bet this place is crap, I'll kill Becky if it is' We reached a foyer with glass sliding doors. I couldn't get through the doors first go. There were a bunch of black children sitting behind me, one of them said 'You're too fat' I turned around and said 'Shut yer face you' , I then managed to get through the doors.