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6/5/2014

In bed: 11:50 PM - 7:05 AM

#7. I. 6:20 AM
I am playing in a platformer type game. It is a co-op, and it is 3D. We are in a giant room/world that is bottomless with just darkness below us. I've just made a jump to a platform, but it was far so I didn't make it easily but am hanging on the side. I have to pull myself up and onto it.

I am with a bunch of other people. We are gathering a top these buildings. There is one building top up here that is higher than the rest. That is where whatever is going on is taking place. As we are waiting for everyone to get here, I am missing. I think about some superhero that my brother has mentioned that is like a bird of sorts, but he can also use magic to create drafts of wind and such to speed himself up. The superhero almost seems to view this as cheating though and doesn't do this much. I am down at the bottom of some buildings and imagine using it and do which allows me to nearly teleport up to the top by flying super fast.
Up towards the top, I start looking around at all of the birds flying around looking for an eagle in specific. I watch this one small group of larger birds that I think might be eagles, but it turns out to be some smaller bird. I go back to where others are gathering. I climb up this tower that is of the same height of the top of that building. I watch from there a bit. I sit some trash or something down in front of me on the tower that I was holding just so I don't have to hold for now, and I'd get it later. But it falls eventually when I am adjusting myself, and KP who is on the side of the building climbs down and picks it up before I can get down. I get mad as a result, as I would have gotten myself and didn’t want her to go through the trouble for something so dumb anyway.
The event is that BP and TM are getting married. Lots of emails have been sent out about it, and I see them sending out a few more before it starts. I am sort of annoyed with the whole thing, mostly because in addition to them getting married, some girl that I like is also involved somehow in the wedding. I know that it’s not that she’s getting married as I would know if there was a guy, but she seems to be establishing that she is getting prepared for the future or something.

I am with a few other people, as we are approaching a village. There is an RPG-feel to things and the village. Outside the village, we encounter a wolf who charges at us and starts attacking us. We eventually manage to get in. Later, I have exited the village from another side for some purpose, then head back having transformed into a wolf somehow. I end up wrapping around and coming to enter the village again from the side we first came in. I sneak up on the wolf that we encountered before and scare it from behind making it run away in fear with its tail between its legs. Because I am wolf, I cannot open the gate to get back inside, so I decide to jump over the fence. I use a bench that is on the outside of the fence to help me jump over.
Back to a human form in the village, I am now going to pick up groceries for my mom. I have a self-driving car. I have already gotten the groceries which are in the car with me. I watch and wait as the car parks in the parking lot. I am very skeptical of whether it will actually be able to park successfully. After it does park, I just sit and wait in the car for awhile for some reason. The car is really large with the back of it having an interior like the size of a room in a house. At a certain point, the windows fog up a lot, and I cannot see out of it very well. Not long after that, it starts to snow and rain at the same time, the rain causing the windows to unfog as if the fogginess was on the outside. Everyone outside is surprised by the weather.

I am hanging out in a dorm with two girls and a guy. The guy and one of the girls seems to be together, and the other girl, who looks like J, is more so my friend than the other two for me. My friend goes to the bathroom, and while I am occupied in my room with something, they start pulling together on the doorknob of the bathroom so that the girl cannot open the door to leave. I watch from my doorway as they work together pulling, the other girl climbing on the shoulders of the guy to have better leverage on the door. Eventually, they let her out, laughing.

June 06, 2014

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Hippopotamuses EVERYWHERE

I was at home, and it was getting dark but I didn't feel like going to bed. So I got into my car and started driving. I went down to Doug Ave, and headed north. When I passed the light at Patty St, the road was different from the way it is IRL. Instead of being wide and non-residential, there were houses on both sides, more like the street I live on.

But that wasn't the weird part. At the light, I saw the first one of them: A lone Hippopotamus standing at the edge of the road. As I drove on, there were more of them, and eventually I had to stop because there were so many of them, all over the road. They were in the road and in driveways and shuffling about slowly as large beasts often do.

I know hippos are dangerous animals, but these ones were more like kittens. They came up and sniffed the car and then left, leaving me alone for the most part.

I was amazed, and drove back to where ever I had just come from, where some of my friends were. "Guys!" I shouted. "Guys, there are hippos ALL OVER THE PLACE down on that street. Ugh what's it called? The one with the sketchy gas station where they sell rugs and tapestries!" (I couldn't remember the name of the street for some reason, so I was trying to describe it. But I remembered it anyways) "Doug. They're on Doug Avenue! Come on!" And so a few of them get into my car (Zukin is there, she sits shotgun) and I drive them to where the hippos are.

One of the people living in one of the houses to our right came out of their house and fed one of the hippos a carrot. She patted it on the head and then waved at us, before heading back into her house. A hippo came up to the car and playfully headbutted the passenger's side front window (Zukin's) like a kitten headbutting their human.

It was all rather awesome.




Bus?

All I remember from this one is that I was on a bus with a bunch of random people.




Ice Test
I was taking a test of sorts; it was like an obstacle course with puzzles scattered around, which I had to solve. All the tests were on a huge ice-mountain. Everything was made of ice, and had an ethereal glow to it. I don't remember much of the actual course, but I do remember the last part. I seemed to like it so much that when I got done, I did the last part four more times, at least. It was a series of switchbacks in the ice, and we were supposed to get down as fast as we could. So I took off the jacket I had been wearing and used it as a toboggan, sliding down. The last time I went on that part, I looked over the ledge at the city below me. It was night time and the ice-mountain was lit up, and so was the city below. We were so high up that the city looked like it does from inside and airplane.

I looked to my right, where there was a barrier of some sort made out of lots of randomly sized and placed cube-like shapes. They had about the same shape as a Companion Cube, but a little more exaggerated in terms of the corners that stick out. I wanted to see what was "out of bounds," so I started climbing around the ledge to see what was past the cubes. After about ten feet, it was getting a lot harder to climb, and I didn't want to fall, as there was no path below me, only a really really really far drop, and it looked like there wasn't anything further on, anyways. I figured that if there had been a cave or something, I would keep going, but since there wasn't, I turned back and went down the ice switchbacks again. At the bottom, the "teachers" were handing out our grades for the course. I had taken it before, and gotten 98% on it, and since I got 98% again this time, I technically failed it. You only passed if you did better than your best score so far. I didn't care though, because the 98 from the last time was good enough for anything I wanted to do with my life.

As I was walking along another ledge at the bottom, I looked out at the city again, which was a little bit closer, but still really small-looking from high up.

Then I woke up.

Met up with Donald Glover and he offered me $5,000 to prank my best friend, so I show up at my best friend's house. There is a small party going on with a bunch of people I know irl, and I feel like I don't belong there, but they have Chipotle so I cant resist joining in and chowing down. Food tasted real enough but I didn't really enjoy it as it was non-lucid. Before I can prank my best friend he leaves to go to his girlfriend's house, but then I meet someone at the party that looks exactly like me, and he has the same sexy voice that I do. I think to myself that it'd be awkward if I mentioned the resemblance in case he didn't see it, but I talked to him anyway. He kept saying nonsensical things but the only one I remember exactly is,

"Two days of this party cost me the same as a semester of tuition at college." He said this with a smile as if he was really glad about it, so I said, "Damn that's a really good deal..," unsure of what he meant exactly. Then my cellphone's alarm went off and I awoke to real life.

I can't quite remember a prior dream, except one snippet:

I was in a forest, and on one side of the way stood small children in a row, all in white night-gown-like dress, and Jesus, similarly dressed and with pale halo, was walking past them and giving some sort of special blessing. I believe there were other religious leaders there as well, doing different blessings. It was a pretty picture. Like a Catholic devotional painting.

Anyway - next dream - I was taking care of a store, while the owner wasn't there, and a friend of his turned up - a woman, seemingly under some sort of stress, and she asked me if I would let her in - the shop-owner would have promised her, she could store her stuff in the back.
What she brought in was hilarious - a kicker-table with huge chickens as players and a washing machine on a leash - rolling in on its own.

Later I was on the laptop with her - looking for night-clubs to go out to. We came upon a youtube video with recommendations, and suddenly I was in the video. That managed to make me lucid - and like usual - first I flew about a bit and enjoyed that. Then I came down and summoned a meteor for the TOTM. Optics were great this time - no problems whatsoever.

Something of the size of a football came down from the sky, really fast, and I was pretty pleased with myself - looking forward to major catastrophic events with flood wave and earth crust igniting and whatnot.
Nope - the thing bounced off the ground several times, and when I followed it - it was a simple harmless football.
Damn.

I was in a classroom with a lot of other people and somehow instantiated a competition between me and a fellow computer scientist. A woman was standing before us and decided to ask us each a series of questions Jeopardy style (on a powerpoint appeared to be a Jeopardy board). We both agreed and the questions began:

1. Name a program in Unix
2. Why do people program

For the first question I buzzed in quickly, as my partner didn't know anything, and said "grep, which is a regular expression tool to find..." or something similar. For the second question I responded, "To bring down the system, and similar." The subsequent questions had an additional property of being able to "own" whatever it is that you answered correctly. For example, the next question was of a girl dancing, and, while my opponent took a guess and failed, I decided not to answer as I was unsure of what to expect. I don't remember what the answer was (or if there was even a question), but I remember she was assigned a value of $60 for a date.

After this I came up to a window, and tried making my old friends laugh. They were sitting on a spinning table, and I was outside peering in. In the case I remember, I had to make #9428-31 laugh, as well as #36. As they spun around, I would stare at them very seriously, and while #9428-31 maintained a straight face, #36 did not. As a result, #36 actually won and when I opened the door in between, I had to give #36 $200. As I opened the door though, a group of my friends came out, asking for an autograph. I remember writing on one of their forehead's in particular (that of #740-8421), which was incredibly pimply.

I made it in and #9428-31 came and asked me to sign this piece of paper, which I did, as well as writing $200 on top. I realized I shouldn't have done that, since #36 won and told him this, to which he agreed. I noticed further down this room were people playing a variety of board games. Before going down that route, I explored the kitchenware and the shower, which were right next to each other and had no curtain. I washed my hands, remembering that the water each of us use was the same as in our dormitories. I turned around and walked back to where people were playing board games and saw #6412-91234 playing chess and #27-570214 playing #641-102 in a game of army men. #6412-91234 told me he was playing with the other two, but he didn't understand the game. My viewport jumped to them and became black and white, as one of their "army men" died, and simultaneously, #641-102 cut his finger with one of the pieces.

I was driving past a neighbours house in the winter time, and stopped, looking at how her driveway was un-cleared, so I got out to shovel. The driveway is sloped, so I walked up and picked up a shovel that was lying there and shovelled a few times. The banks on the sides were about 7 feet tall so it was hard to get it up that far without snow falling back down. Then I noticed a friend with me who wanted to help, so we started looking around for something for him to use. There seemed to be multiple things lying around, at one point he grabbed what looked to be a snow scoop, but turned out to be a rocking chair and he kept looking. I saw my friend on the phone through her kitchen window and she waved. We were then in her garage looking around and suddenly a co-worker was with us as well looking for shovels. Then my co-worker said, "Well, it's time for work, we have to get going" and the dream ended.

(I had this dream in the early hours of the morning before my alarm went off for work)

I was looking down at this model of the start of a maze. There was this figure of some sort there, and I thought "I should try to go into that maze myself"... concentrated a bit and boom, I was lucid, in this small room. I examined my hands and was excited by how detailed they were, I could see all the lines in my palms. I then had a look around and left this small room into a larger one. I think it was like a video game, with various monster types coming at me. Shortly they changed slightly to look more like people in costumes, and I had a sword that was like a wide cardboard tube. One was very close by this time so I stuck my tube sword into it, with little effect. I then held up my hand going for some fire-like ability or something, but nothing happened. There were several all around me at this point, so I shouted "ok, I give up" and they stopped, pulled off their masks and showed that it was just people. The dream ended shortly after.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am visiting some planet colonized by humans. All is well, until some shit happens on the other side of the planet and humans explode the most powerful atomic bomb ever. The planet is not so big and the strength of the bomb is enough to alter its rotation and orbit. Where I am, we're not affected by the explosion itself, but soon after the planet starts spinning uncontrolably and we feel the most horrible sensation ever. We consider suicide, because we can't do anything at all for ourselves, we just experience this huge nausea and inability to walk or do anything at all. But luckily the spinning starts decreasing to a more manageable level. But then we have to consider the nuclear fallout. I hide in some sort of mine with facilities attached, where I meet a couple of people who live and work there. We lock ourselves in, isolating all the entries, but then we wonder what we will do, as we will need water and food. They have a stock that lasts some time, but then we have to start foraging outside. But the atmosphere no longer offers as much protection against space radiation and it is worse during the day, with the local sun's radiation at its peak. We learn this the hard way, after watching a lady die with severe burns, almost turning to ash, so we only go out at night with lots of protection.
Some night we manage to find a communication device that works and we learn that people on Earth know what happen and are sending rescue for survivors.
Meanwhile, some kind of space pirates flying nearby, also know about the situation and come down to the planet, to scavenge and loot. We have a close encounter with a couple of them, we don't really have anything for them but they threaten us with weapons. We manage to escape and right when we're on top of a hill and spot a rescue ship, a volcano erupts nearby, signaling the start of the planet's collapse. The rescuers takes us in and from space we can this planet wobbling in a strange infinite symbol shaped orbit and blowing up from the inside in multiple volcano eruptions.

This morning I remembered 5 dreams, so we're getting close to my record of 6 dreams which I had a year ago. However I must say that I really don't know in which order the dreams tonight happened so they are likely not chronologically. I checked my old DJ on LD4all and there I saw that after 8 days of journalling I had the first LD so in maybe 2 days I will have one again.

1. Techno commercial

I was a DO floating around some docks (I think Antwerp) and I heard a radio-dubbed voice (MTV, Jim TV?) anouncing a techno party. There were two small office buildings that had a connecting piece between them on the second floor and under that connecting piece the party would be. For some reason I focused on a white plank that hung in the corner of the right building and the connecting section.

2. The Kinsman

I'm escorted by a guy in suit into a bunker, I enter a large concrete room with several collums for holding up the roof. Near the entrance I see several beds on the side, these are the beds recruits sleep in, infact this is the room my bed will be in. All the beds look sloppy, I walk through the center of the room and people are scattered over the room. The way you have to see this large room is like a beach, people have their own little spot where they can lay down. I see a turkish looking bedroom next to a large concrete collum. (none of the bedrooms have walls around them, it's one large room) I stop and say "Oh, you even have a turkish agent?" to the man in suit escorting me but he seemed to have vanished. I continue through the room till I reach the other side, there I see a sofa against the wall for public use. A bit to the right I see my bedroom (for some reason it looks Greece), I relax on the bed for a bit when suddenly I hear an explosion near the entrance. I jump up and hear someone shouting "IT'S AN ATTACK!" I take cover behind a collum and see an explosion in the center of the room. This dream is completly inspired by me seeing the trailer for the film: 'The Kingsman', you can see it on YouTube. And the sloppy beds are inspired by me seeing this picture on a thread here on the forum: http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...ns-dreams.html

3. Stranded in Minecraft

I'm with some people in a small rubber boat, I see them laughing like it's fun. The boats sinks till we're knee-deep in the water but one of the guys says "Don't worry I'll blow it back up again." He blew in a small hole that filled the rubber boat back with air and it started floating again. We stopped at a little Island witout trees and a cliff of about 3 meters high. We get out and stand on the edge under the cliff, a tiny gollum from Minecraft punches some of the rock and I see it break.

4. The confusing pancake

I'm in a building and there's some party going on, I'm talking and laughing with friends and decide to go to the kitchen. There I see another friend making pancakes, I see a bottle of red spicy sauce and make a joke saying "Hey, why not put some of that sauce on the pancakes? " I put some sauce on the counter and looked away for a second, I look back and he actually put the sauce on the pancake he was baking. I thought he was crazy, but then I teleported back to my friends I was talking with and see a man eating pancakes with eggs under it, bacon on it and the red sauce. Now it didn't look that weird anymore.

5. Angry energy

I'm home at the table at which I normally study, there's a lot of books on it and it looks like a mess. I hold a paper doll in my hand with a purple head. Suddenly the doll jumps out of my hand and a line of paper starts expanding out of it's purple head, it starts flying around the book leaving a trail of paper over it. I think "Oh that's handy, now everything is nicely tied together..." Then I hear my dad shouting"WHAT IS THIS MESS, GET IT OUT OF HERE!" He starts walking around swearing and shouting to the point where I feel uneasy, my mother tells him that his behaviour is unnacceptable but he keeps shouting and eventually leaves the room. Then I break down and start shouting and swearing about how he shouted at me. At first my mother understands me but as I keep shouting and swearing I notice that I can't control my shouting and that it keeps going. After some some time my mother tells me that I have to stop but I can't, something else is making me say all these things and it's very frustrating. I never actually shout or swear IRL so it felled very weird doing it so intense and for so long.

Anyway, till next night!

Somehow, I am Arnold Schwarzenegger in the prime of his body building career. Jogging down the street, a pack of vicious beasts, sort of like a cross between wild boars, and jackals, surrounds me, snarling and baring their teeth. Saliva dripping from their mouths, they intend to tear me to pieces. One of them jumps at me, I grab it by the upper jaw and my other hand on its lower jaw, and rip its face in half. The other beasts see this and run away, leaving me in peace.

I remember that it is very important to retrieve something from a nearby store. Something that is rightfully mine, that I now have to 'steal' to recover. I go into the store, and find it. That was easy. I turn around to leave, but the staff, all magical elves, are blocking my exit, telling me to put it back. I know I'm just doing what's right here, so I ignore them and walk through a group of them. I'm too big for them to stop me, and their pulling at my arms and legs hardly slows me down at all.

One of the elves jumps up in front of me, and sprinkles some glittery powder all over my hands and the objects I am holding. It burns a little, but not very much. The elf laughs as he hops away at they let me leave. Before I get to the exit, everything I am holding starts fading in and out of reality, eventually disappearing all together. Now I understand what that powder was for - to keep people from walking out with stuff without paying for it...

Morning of June 6, 2014. Friday.



I need to go get something such as food and apparently some new clothes for everyone. I am living with my wife and family in Cubitis, though I am having a conflict with a few young fictional family members. There is some sort of argument between a fictional younger son regarding an apparent accidental injury (in the house?) and myself - and then a fictional younger daughter and a different fictional younger son want to go with me but I feel it is probably too dangerous outside and too far for them to walk - normally I do not dream about fictional relatives at all.

I cannot go west, because there is a strange idea that there is “nowhere to go” beyond our house or front yard. I decide that I will go north on the train tracks to get to the store and (fictional) uptown area. Firstly, when I go out, my wife and two of my youngest real sons come out. When I go out beyond the backyard, there is a frozen-over (fictional) river prior to the embankment with the train tracks. I tell my wife not to walk on it due to it likely being thinner ice that will probably not support our weight, but I discover that it is more like a solid surface of some kind and may not be ice (or may be thicker more solid ice). More easterly, beyond the train tracks, there are mostly only barbed-wire fences, shrubs, and (as in real life in this case) farmland, so that is a “no go” zone as well. Meanwhile, an unknown neighbor (a younger married aboriginal female) at a closer fictional house (in what would otherwise be the orange grove north of “our” house) has started yelling about something I supposedly did or noise that I made - which then involves an argument with my wife and her as I continue north, making sure my youngest son stays home.

Suddenly, it is somehow late at night. I am walking in an area in the large backyard again, but things look a bit different. A cougar is resting nearby. Interestingly, I deliberately go over and pet and stroke its head. This seems directly connected to recurring dreams in my youth where I always avoided cougars and had many dreams of going back in my house at night because of one being outside. It bites lightly at my hand and growls a few times in an apparent annoyed manner but I am not alarmed and do not see it as a threat, which seems quite unlike my typical non-lucid dreaming habits. I even lift it up for a time.

I continue to calmly walk north, on the train tracks for a time. I end up at a larger uptown area as it seems to be around late afternoon now. (Hmmm, must be an Ed-Wood-directed dream). I have to stop when walking on a bridge, because the rest of it had collapsed and I notice parts of train cars and larger trucks in the water farther north, along with other half-submerged parts of the bridge. At that point, I am somewhat out of balance as if I need to “slide back down” from where I had reached because of some strange sort of faux vertigo that is not quite dizziness but hard to relate with words. It is some sort of strange body-wide “imbalance” where I cannot bring myself to stand.

Eventually, as I slowly move backwards down the bridge incline with a sort of reverse crawling/undulating routine, the male owner of a bar right near the edge of the bridge seems thrilled to see me. He seems to be willing to give me a lot of free drinks and service. I ask him about the bridge and he cheerfully tells the story about how he had been driving when it collapsed, but survived. There is no way farther north, so I have south left as the final option. Another bar owner comes out of a different bar just south of the other one. He, as well, offers me free drinks and service and even adds how his is the place recommended by a rock musician (name unremembered). I have no interest in drinking or going into either bar, so I lie and tell them that I will be back soon - and then go south.

After going back south for a few minutes, it is somehow only late morning (yup, Ed Wood must have directed this one). I go back to my house for a brief period and notice that the female’s (who had been yelling earlier) husband is sitting near a fictional back door on the east side of our house. I decide to sit down for a short time before going southerly and my pants fall down and the man starts laughing and complaining (this relates to recent associations where there is a bizarre idiotic trend of having one’s pants down around their bottom - my wife even saw this at a pizza place and his pants actually fell down to his ankles at one point). I had not been wearing blue jeans, which seems a bit odd, as that is mostly all I have ever worn in real life other than when in school or on formal occasions. I mention this fact to him but am so annoyed by his condescending attitude that I leave in a short time.

Having gone south for a few minutes, I end up having to go into some sort of building aligned somehow with the train track route. This does not make much sense, but when I go in, I discover that there is no way out farther south and am very annoyed. It appears to be some sort of small enclosed dam or man-made waterway; a control room of some kind, the water of which rapidly flows along the east (and may be part of what was thought to be a frozen-over river earlier?) I am concerned with getting back out as soon as possible, because I sense that the water may eventually rise and fill the area (though that makes no sense as it would short out the control box contents). There is a narrow door to the west, but it does not seem to go anywhere. When I open the control box to see if I can get a door to open somewhere, a light starts flashing, which I am concerned will alert people to my apparent trespassing presence, so I probably cannot really go back north without drawing unwanted attention. I am really annoyed at this point and simply wake up, as there is really “nowhere else to go”.

00:00 Friday 2014-06-06

00:15 bedtime

+ my wife is closing and barring a transparent-walled gate (dream sign), the number "666" arises, I say "no, no, no, that won't do" and it changes (to 665?)

+ something with a suitcase full of clothes

+ riding a helicopter from a high platform down to a conference center, I've left my shoes behind so I ride back up fast to look for them (looking for my shoes was an ongoing theme, I left my shoes IWL on the beach and waded yesterday, I kept looking back to make sure they were still there), the ride back up was really fast.

There was a long sequence of walking around/interacting with people (see some girly private bits?) leading up to the helicopter ride, forgotten.

+ talking with my wife about a gym membership, she's asking about the size of the pool, I think it's big enough for her since I swam in it previously

+ walking with some young man, teaching him some calculus (differentiation, continuity), I go on for quite a while about differentiable points on a function and tangent lines, I imagine the graph and make motions with my hand indicating a point where there are lots of tangent lines (like the "v" part of an absolute value graph), I'm talking about how you can't differentiate words, I see some letters on paper (colorful, with "M"'s and "C"'s, words not recognizable), you need a numeric function, a woman also confirms this point that you need a numeric object.

+ (thanks, ~Dreamer~, for the incubation of bathroom fails ) in a large open bathroom with open stalls, need go to #2, head to the very end for privacy, the toilets are not solid ceramic but make from a lattice-work of cris-crossing metal tubes (how can they work?!), a guy sits down practically right across from me ("really?!") then women start walking through the bathroom, they're too lazy to go to their own bathroom I think, before sitting down I push a big pile of clothes I'm carrying with me up to a ledge, I have to push it up several times before it stays put.

+ approaching a concert, walking through hallways with other performers, I repeat "figaro figaro figaro", I tell my son to pay attention to the singers, then I'm sitting in the orchestra the conductor looks my way briefly, I've missed my entrance apparently, I hear my stand partner make a tentative entrance then stop, I look at the music, it's pretty tricky rhythm and the pace is really fast, the conductor is conducting in "one." The music consists of 8th notes and 8th note rests repeated over and over in a syncopated rhythm.

+ see high school friend KK she's playing her oboe and really sucks in the spit after she finishes playing (I think this his her bad habit) (and how disgusting it was when during a lesson I did the same after my teacher, who smoked, played my instrument for a bit, ewwwwwwwww), I think no matter how well you play the oboe it always sounds a bit quacky. The oboe sound is pretty good but not quite professional, there are a few honks/quacky sounds.

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More often than not, you are not fully aware of yourself when you are in the dream realm. More often than not, you may find yourself in a nonsensical scenario full of questionable details and content. There aught to be many questions running through your mind as the situation unfolds before you but alas, your mind is not there. Such was the case for me as I wandered through the forest with this strange girl who I shall deem: Eurydice. There were many perfectly valid questions that I did not ask when I was wandering through this region with Eurydice. Why did this strange girl remain only just outside of my field of vision? Why were we wandering through this black forest? Why did the sky glow with such a dark red color? Where were we exactly and where were we going? So many questions that should have rang through my mind as I walked side by side with Eurydice. So many questions that I did not bother to consider.

There were many questions that I did not bother to ask but there was also information that I already knew. I was aware that I was in a forest with this amazing girl. I knew that the sky was red. I knew that we were ascending up a superficial incline that was protruding out from the side of a cliff. I knew that there was at the very least a seventy degree drop to my left one that was stifled by a row of black trees. And I also knew that this girl, walking right by my side, was the most amazing girl with whom I had the pleasure to spend time. I knew that I was more than happy to be by her side and that she felt the exact same way about me. We made each other happy, Reader. We did not have to do or say anything to each other. All we had to do was exist. Her aspect alone was enough to fill me with joy. It did not even matter that I could not fully see her. Just having her by my side was enough.

We did not know where we were going, we knew not where the path would take us but it did not matter to us. We ascended confidently and without fear. Indeed we were not afraid. Quite the contrary, in fact. There was something about being out in the dark wilderness that made us feel at peace. We felt relaxed there and the incline did nothing to delude the fact that we were happy where we were. So we ascended and we moved and we made our way to the top, she and I.
I can only presume that we made our way through an aperture that was waiting for us at the top of the incline for when we got there we found ourselves in an entirely different setting. We were in a suburban area that was built on the side of a mountain. The streets zigzagged up the summit of the mountain just like any mountain trail would. We were greeted by a population of extremely bubbly people. The setting was very warm and sunny and everyone seemed to be overjoyed here. Everywhere we were greeted with enthusiastic smiles in this bright in sunny pleasant little town. It was so…disgusting.

We could not stand this place nor could we stand these people. Everyone and everything about this place was just so saccharine. We both felt suffocated by the fuzziness of this town. We were desperate to get away from that place, so we did. We ran back down to the aperture and found ourselves back at the top of the incline. Back in the black wood. We were alone again and once again we were happy. A sigh of relieve came from us both as we were greeted by the still silence of the forest dark. I may have looked straight at her for the first time in this segment but she was shrouded in haze, rendering her unperceivable. This did not matter to me. As I stated before, her aspect was enough. We joined hands and proceeded back down alone together once again. There were no other people, no animals, there weren’t even any insects to fill the forest with the slightest bit of ambient noise. Not even the wind gave any sound. There was nothing here. It was just her and I. And that was all we needed.

Trivia
The forest bore a striking resemblance to the third forest level in PacMan World 2.
The town was reminiscent of a mountain city I saw on google images.

Characters:
Ruby Gloom is the titular character of a spooky kid's show.

Squid-Girl is the plucky protagonist of an anime program.

26 July 2013

It was the hour of dusk in the quiet town of Gale, a city that I have visited several times in previous dreams. I can’t well remember how I became mixed up in this crew but I had no complaints. I was a member of what may have been a private investigation group. Either that or a mercenary group. Such a distinction might be obvious between these two different labels but the thing is, I am not sure what it is we were doing what we were doing or for what purpose. But I might be getting ahead of myself. I was a member of a shady group of four. I cannot remember what the group was or if it even had a name so for now I shall refer to us as “The Midnight Crew.” A gang name borrowed from a popular web-comic, but I digress.

As I said before, there were four of us. One was a tall man, slender, and dressed in 17th century casual European attire (let’s call him Damien). I suspect that he was the leader of our group. Another was a spry young girl; she could not have been any older than thirteen (let’s call her Leena). She was young and hyperactive but she was also agile; a very useful member of our crew. Then there was a tall young woman with silver hair and dressed in white armor and clothing (Leila). This woman looked like something straight out of an RPG. Funny thing is: Leila was our tech savvy. She was the one who hacked electronic locks and circuitry. She was the very serious one. I can’t remember seeing her crack a smile at any point during the dream. And then there was me; the rookie of the group.

Our services were drafted by a middle aged woman whose name remained undisclosed. She came to us with a request to retrieve a young boy and bring him back to her. She offered up a reward of course. Now this is where my confusion becomes valid. I am not sure if we were private investigators or some kind of mercenaries or underground couriers. Now as one reads through this he might assume that the woman coming to us is a mother in distress over her lost son but that is not quite how I remember this being portrayed. There was a woman, yes, and she did draft us to go in search of a young boy but I do not believe that this was a mother. I remember that she was quite stern in this request. That is to say, she seemed indifferent to the boy’s well being. I don’t think that she was concerned about the boy but rather the investment behind him. I believe that she may have been part of a bigger organization; one that seemed to be invested in this boy for one reason or other (there is even a chance that she was our employer...maybe, not very sure on that one). But her reasons did not matter to us for our job was not to ask questions. I am sure that “No questions asked” existed somewhere within our mantra.

Now there is no question in my mind that we were underground couriers but little did we know that we were getting mixed up in something serious. I don’t remember why but there was an investment in this boy. One that was so vital that two opposing groups would do anything to get their hands on him.

So now back to the story at hand. It was the hour of dusk and we were walking through the dark streets of Gale. Gale always was an anachronistic city which seemed to be fitting to the anachronistic wardrobe of my colleagues. The mist that was gathering around the streets of the 17th century style town only made the scene that much more ominous. We started out by asking around but I remember that most responses were hostile (maybe they knew who or what we were). But I suspect that the streets had been over taken by the enemies of our client because there was a part of town that was full of nothing but hostiles. I wish I could remember how the struggle went but there are only few precious details that I can remember. As we fought our way through town square we met a man in one of the stores who was obviously taking cover from the bullets (assuming the hostiles were using firearms). This man was a friend of The Midnight Crew. I call him Paul, a jovial soul who was dressed in a black 17th century suit (that’s how most Gale-ites dressed) and a dark blue cape. And fortunately for us he had the boy we were looking for. Now I don’t quit remember how our conversation with Paul went but I remember that he was somehow mixed up with these organizations and he somehow got us to agree with some plan of his. We allowed him to take the boy for a while after he promised to meet us later on and hand the boy over to us. The boy was eerily stoic; he never even spoke and maintained a calm demeanor in this epic frenzy.

We tried to fight our way through the rest of the hostiles but they proved to be too much for us. My heart pounded as we detoured through the stores of the city. Thankfully all of the buildings were interconnected so we were able to continue in our mission while avoiding the hostiles. I remember how relieved I was to be away from them.

Now the events following are extremely hazy and I cannot recant them here. I just remember that my misadventure with The Midnight Crew eventually led to my separation from them and I ran into this strange gothic girl. I believe this girl to have been Ruby Gloom. I remember that there was something about this girl that rubbed me the wrong way. She was seemingly pleasant but I found it difficult to trust this one. Now Ruby had a story, one whose complete makeup was lost in memory. She was an exile from another land or another world. She was here for reasons unknown and was in the middle of a rivalry with an ocean dweller that was now on land. Squid-Girl was this rival’s designation. I think that Ruby believed Squid-Girl to be partly responsible for her exile.

After more hazy stuff happened (including several strifes between Squid-Girl and Ruby) I ended up in a college. I was there under Ruby’s direction and was now working completely independently of The Midnight Crew. I guess there was a something bigger going on, something that tied in with this college, that mysterious boy, Ruby and her rival, Squid-Girl. I didn’t know how this all tied together but I knew that more answers could be found at this college and Ruby was going to help find them…or so she said. Ruby and I warmed up to each other as time went on. She seemed to consider me a real friend and I can’t say that I was far from returning the sentiment. Not to say that she didn’t have her annoying flaws. She was very cocky and arrogant and she thought very highly of herself. I hated that about her. And not to mention she loved the sound of her own voice. I was still somewhat weary of trusting her. There was still so much about that I didn’t know; most importantly, her motive. She didn’t strike me as the type of person who gave out of the goodness of her heart, so why did she agree to help me? What was in it for her? I made a point of keeping these questions in the back of my mind.

The college had its own private beach. Not a real beach but a man made beach. One with artificial ocean waves and whatnot; similar to what they had in the City of Columbia. Now this beach was a place where the students used drugs recreationally (and yes, the college was okay with this). Ruby was also posing as a student here at this college. She was somewhere else and communicated with me through some chat client. I was extremely uncomfortable here on this beach. I didn’t like being around so many tripped out junkies in one place; something about that scenario spelled disaster to me. And I was not entirely sure if the other students liked me but looking back: it may have been in my head. The recreational drug usage was interrupted by a massive storm which brought forth a huge tsunami. We all escaped the beach alive but I was not sure if this tsunami was an accident. What a thought! That someone somewhere actually had the power to cause such a great feat of nature. Perhaps I was becoming paranoid. Or perhaps not. Didn’t my partner say something about Squid-Girl having elemental powers over the sea? This whole investigation just keeps getting more and more interesting.

At this point I wander off into a tangent of unrelated events. I find myself on a bus with my highschool marching band and we are on our way to a performance. We are on our way to a five star hotel and I cannot wait to finally get there because I really have to take a piss. And that’s pretty much it. I don’t know what the point of this is. Could this have been a dream within the dream? Because I have had those. Seriously I have. Whatever, back the dream at hand.


After that random ass tangent of events I was back at the beach. It was not long before another storm hit and another tsunami took place. But this was only the beginning of a series of extremely unfortunate events. After the beach was evacuated the organization that had the boy came and began fighting it out with another group. Could my presence have brought them here? There was also something big emerging from the sea and it threatened to destroy this school. Hell was indeed being raised and my class mates and I needed to find someplace safe before we were all killed. As I was running with the crowed I saw a huge projection of ruby over the rail of the walkway. I don’t know if it was a holographic projection which she set up herself or if it was just a projection of the dream which only I could see. But what I do know is that I hated what I saw. She was there just laughing her ass of at the mayhem that was ensuing. I knew that she couldn’t be trusted. I don’t know how but she planned this and I was pawn in this sick little game of hers. A friend indeed.

We successfully evacuated to the safety of the school theatre. It was the last safe place left here in the school. All the while we were there I could only think back on that image of my partner laughing at me and everyone here. There was no longer any question that I was nothing more than a means to an end but what end? Damn it! What was all of this about? What was I mixed up? What was this leading to? After a few minutes of thought one of the IT students brought up a radar map of the school and the beach and showed everyone how the tsunami started. I was right. It was not accident. According to the IT and his radar map the tsunami was caused by a giant creature approaching the school from the water. It was let in from the back end. This was no doubt the work of Squid-Girl.

After several more events that I can not recall, I was reunited with The Midnight Crew. We were back in the City of Gale making our way through the maze of commercial facilities. Several of them were dark due to some kind of orchestrated black out and I could not help but get anxious whenever we entered a dark facility. I mean after all, the city was full of hostiles. But the darkness was short lived because each time we entered a dark room, Leila would rewire the circuits in the rooms and bring the lights on. We made our way into a dark kitchen and, after a few minutes of rewiring by Leila, it was well lit. But the relief was short lived as we were immediately attacked by hostiles. I remember seeing Paul there and the boy was with him. Was all of this really centered around him? I still could not believe that this all could have been orchestrated by one girl. I never did figure out what motive was. One thing that I could never get over. If she really was just using me, then why did she open up to me the way she did.

The dream changed possibly before the brawl ended. I was no longer a participant; I was now the observer. I suspect that I had gone back through time (possibly by several years) to observe one of the seemingly unrelated events that may have led up to that frenzy. Poseidon, king of the sea, was working at a seaside store. Squid-Girl emerged from the ocean surface with her boyfriend and attacked him relentlessly. She destroyed the restaurant killing everyone inside and came down on Poseidon with huge tsunami waves. She also knew how to handle a trident. I was really impressed; Poseidon really didn’t stand a chance. I felt kind of bad for him; I felt that this was a blatant act of treachery on her part. The last thing I saw was Squid-Girl, holding down the king of the sea as he lay on his back with her hand pressed firmly against his forehead. She was in his face with a stone cold look in her eye no doubt saying something menacing to him. I didn’t see what happened to Poseidon but judging by Squid-Girl’s demeanor; I doubt that she was merciful.

Note: At some point during the second evacuation (or it may have been during the final strife in the kitchen) I got the inkling that there was an unknown third party involved in all of this. Ruby and Squid-Girl were the two primary antagonists who were pulling the strings in this entire debacle. But I could not get past the feeling that there was an unknown third party who was sitting back idly and watching Ruby and Squid-Girl. I felt like someone was observing their rivalry closely and waiting for the right time to make his move. Perhaps he was waiting for one of them to engage him or perhaps he was waiting for them to do something. Perhaps he was hatching a plan that would arise from their plans.

This lucid is from the morning of 5/19/2014. (I think so at least. I'm embarrassed to say that my records got spotty right here.)

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #211: The Bag Lady

I’m high up on a hotel walkway that encircles an atrium. The room’s huge and bustles with people. I see a group of familiar people from my life seated in plush, comfy-looking chairs and realize that I’m dreaming.

I walk up to “Cyclone”, a friend from high school that I occasionally catch up with. I try to explain to him that I’m having a lucid dream. He’s trying to respond but I’m confused and unable to understand what he’s trying to say. As I grow frustrated by this, the dream fades into a false awakening.

I get up from what I believe is a hotel room and walk out to the street. I’m someplace that looks like New York City and it’s early morning. I walk out onto a brick-lined path toward another building. Maybe 30 feet away, there’s a bad lady standing near a little planter that looks like it contains a vegetable garden.

She seems to notice me and comes staggering over. I hope she won’t approach and try to scurry cowardly away. As I do this, she lets out a blood-curdling scream and starts flying after me. I feel a combination of embarrassment at my wimpy reaction and outright fear that I’m about to get mauled on the street. Her hand grabs my shoulder and I think that come on, this has got to be a dream. What a relief that it is in fact a dream!

The bag lady screams in my face and grabs at my chest and shoulders with clawlike fingers. I’m not feeling very calm at this point, but I try to calm her down by saying “Shhhhh…” and raising my hands in as nonconfrontational a gesture as I can manage.

She seems to settle down and I notice she looks a fairly normal person now. She’s in her late 30s, wearing a hood and shawl. Kind of cute-ish, even. Her teeth are still bared but now she just looks like she’s upset rather than truly demonic. For some reason I start kissing her, and she seems to calm down completely.

I hear another scream from nearby and I see a second dangerous-looking bag lady quickly approaching. Time to go. I make for the building entrance, a simple looking glass door into what looks like a darkened school hallway.

As I make my way down the hallway, nobody follow. That’s a relieft. I emerge from the hallway into what looks like ground floor fo the hotel atrium I’d been in before. I wonder if I can make my way back up, but the dream ends before I can find out.