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01/08/13

Ratchet and Templars
I am in a strange place. I look around to see where I am. It looks like a futuristic city of some kind. There are cars flying in the air and robots intermingling with the people. Additionally, the people look like they are various races from various planets. I look around and watch the variety of people and robots, completely disoriented and confused. I turn around and start walking in a direction I feel drawn in. As I do so I almost trip over a smaller robot that happens to be standing right behind me. Oops… I look down at the robot and absently apologize and say excuse me. The robot is about two feet tall and has glowing green eyes.

The robot speaks, he says not to worry about it in a pleasant voice. I am still feeling disoriented, so I turn around to walk away from the robot and walk into someone else. I curse silently at myself that I really need to watch where I'm going. This time I have walked into an alien, though I guess I am not really certain that he is the alien… maybe on this planet I am the alien. The alien is covered in fur and has large pointed ears. He stands a bit shorter than me, probably about five feet tall. Some of his facial features look a bit cat-like, though his eyes are more human like, a bit larger than normal compared to the size of his face, and they are green. He is looking at me with a rather surprised look on his face. He says to watch where I'm going, but doesn't really sound upset. I tell him I'm sorry and then head off to my left after making sure I'm not about to walk into anyone else. I have been waiting for my head to clear, but it has in fact gotten worse. I have quite a headache, so I sit down up against a light pole not far off. I close my eyes and lean back against the pole. I wait a couple minutes for my head to clear, which starts happening. I hear footsteps in front of me and then I hear the voice of the robot from earlier. He says excuse me, then asks if I am ok. He says he couldn't help but notice my vital signs are not normal. I open my eyes and see the small robot looking at me, the covers on his eyes like eyelids give him a concerned expression. Somewhere in my mind I am becoming lucid, and my spontaneous response is that nothing about me is normal… but thanks, I'll be fine. The alien I walked into earlier comes up behind the robot and asks what is going on, he calls the robot Clank. Now I can see he has a rather long tail with a tuft at the end of it and is colored like an orange tabby cat. My head is clearer and now I am feeling more embarrassed than disoriented. I pull myself to my feet, willing my head to stay clear. Now the place smells like a fart. A rancid fart. I look around and see the alien is also sniffing the air. He looks over at me and is apparently thinking the same thing, because he says it wasn't him, he thought it was me. People around us are now pointing up, screaming, and running around. The robot and the alien look up, I hear the alien ask what that is. I look up and see a space ship hovering over the city. The smell gets worse, causing me to feel light headed again. There is a blinding flash of light and then darkness.

I regain consciousness to find I am hanging upside down. I look up and see I am suspended by an energy tether. Hanging upside down has caused blood to flow to my head, and my mind is now clear. I look around and see there are others there with me. The first one I notice is a large, stupid looking guy dressed in green spandex… ugh… Qwark… from the Ratchet and Clank video game series. He has somehow become tangled up in his energy tether. He is hanging like a fish caught in a net. I can't help but laugh at that. On the other side of me is the alien from earlier… Ratchet… and the small robot from earlier… Clank. Qwark struggles pointlessly and ends up even more entangled. He announces that he is almost loose. I laugh again. He gives me a dirty look and asks what I'm laughing at. Apparently Ratchet has noticed Qwark and is not happy to see him. He is pissed off that Qwark is still alive when Ratchet claims to have blown him to pieces. Qwark says he cannot die. He adds that when he gets loose he'll be the one to get out of there, while Ratchet and his little trash can will be stuck there. He wiggles some more and then ends up with his face practically up his own butt. I end up laughing more. He says he sees I can't take my eyes off of him… and he can't blame me considering how good looking he is. I think I might vomit now. He says we can get out of here together and go somewhere that we can be alone. I do vomit. Some gross dark reddish stuff splatters on the floor below. I wonder what the fuck I have been eating to puke up stuff that looks like that. It's moving. I can control it. Of course. It's biomass. My biomass. I am no longer human in the dream state, I am more like Alex Mercer… I am a virus.

Qwark has gone silent now and is looking at my vomited biomass with a grossed out look on his face. Ok… use the biomass. It forms a tendril and reaches over to a control panel at the edge of the room. I use the tendril to operate the controls and deactivate the tethers. Ratchet falls on his face. Clank drops slowly using a rotor like a helicopter. Qwark lands right on his head with a loud crack and falls over, dazed. His face is still practically up his own ass. I land on my face. My biomass returns to me and I reabsorb it. Ratchet gets up quickly and pulls a huge wrench type thing from… um… I'm not sure where from… and charges at Qwark with it. He completely ignores Clank saying maybe we should find a way out of here first and starts pounding the shit out of Qwark. For the first few hits Qwark doesn't respond at all, perhaps still dazed from landing on his head. When he finally does respond, he responds like a total wuss and curls up into a ball. Ratchet is telling him to get up and fight back! Qwark says he would but he sprained an ankle in that fall. Maybe they should arrange a match later… I ignore that for a bit and then I notice there is quite a bit of blood. That strikes me as odd at first… there's no blood in the Ratchet and Clank games… But this isn't a game. Ratchet is still pounding on Qwark, maybe even harder than before, and there is blood spattering everywhere. Clank seems a bit stunned and is keeping his distance. Is Ratchet actually trying to kill the idiot? Maybe… but he doesn't stay a bad guy. He'll always be stupid, but not evil. For that to happen he has to stay in one piece.

So I stand up and use a tendril to pull Ratchet off of Qwark. Ratchet turns around and starts attacking my tendril. Qwark peeks out of his ball hesitantly. Ratchet sticks his wrench weapon somewhere, still not sure where… hammer space? Up his ass? Then he pulls a large gun out of the same nowhere. I see that just in time to use a second tendril to take it away before Ratchet blasts a huge hole in Qwark's face. Ratchet reaches for the gun but my tendril pulls it out of reach quickly. Qwark is trying to get up but he seems to be pretty badly hurt and collapses again. He says something about a maniac but I can't quite understand him. Ratchet is telling me to let go of him. I ignore him for now, trying to think what the situation is. I hear a clanking noise by my feet. I look over and see Ratchet smirking at me. There is an explosion that knocks me against the wall. I look back over at Ratchet and see him throw another bomb in my direction, I use biomass to surround it and contain the explosion. Instead of a big boom this one makes more of a pop crossed with a poof. Ratchet is clearly pissed at me and asks who I am and why am I working with Qwark. I tell him I'm not working with anyone, and if he would cut it out for just ten fucking minutes I could figure out what was going on. Something is clearly not right, and I would have to figure out what had happened BEFORE someone gets pounded into a bloody pulp or blasted to bits. Ratchet tries to pull away from my tendril for a bit and then finally reluctantly says he'll stop attacking Qwark… for now. My tendril releases him. I look at the gun in my other tendril for a bit, wondering again where Ratchet had kept it before taking it out. I decide maybe I don't want to know. I figure he probably has several more anyway, so I return it to its owner. He puts it away and just glares over at Qwark.

I watch Ratchet for a bit longer to be sure he is going to stick to his word, then back to figuring out what is going on. Apparently someone from outside the dimension has been screwing things up. Who would do that? The first name into my mind is Robert de Sable. Templars. They have tried to screw up other dimensions before. By killing random Altaïrs, passing out dark energy to people who can't handle it. And he would surely be watching. "ROBERT!" I call to him, "ROBERT DE SABLE! SHOW YOURSELF, YOU FLAKEY CHICKEN-WUSS!" I get no answer, though everyone there is now staring at me. Qwark has managed to move around a bit to position himself so that I am between him and Ratchet. I give him my best version of Vegeta's "That's pathetic." look. Clank asks who this Robert de Sable is. I tell him that Robert is the one I think is responsible for this. A Templar bastard that loves fucking things up in other dimensions for some unknown reason. Well, this should be easy enough to fix. Just send everyone back to where they belong, starting with Qwark, since his presence is the most likely to create issues… and I don't want to look at him. I focus on opening a portal to where Qwark should be. Nothing happens. Damn it! They're blocking portals, now I am completely convinced it is Robert. Why do Templars always have to do things the hard way?

Qwark says something quietly to me about needing nanotech. I ask what that is, then I remember it is for healing. I say I got something better… but he'd better not do anything stupid. It occurs to me that I am doing something stupid by expecting someone as stupid as Qwark to refrain from doing something stupid. So after reiterating that I don't want Qwark to do anything stupid (as if repeating it would help) I use some healing energy on him. That gets me a dirty look from Ratchet but nothing more. It gets a very interested look from Clank. I scan the area to see if I can find any sign of Robert. I can sense his energy in the area. I am locking in on it when I see Qwark is doing something stupid. He has moved around the outside edge of the circular room a bit. I'm not sure if he is trying to get behind Ratchet or trying to leave the room, neither one is ok. I use a tendril to put Qwark on a leash around his waist. He pulls at the tendril but my virus makes me stronger than him. I comment that I guess expecting him to refrain from doing something stupid is expecting way too much. There is a definite pause before he gives me a dirty look. Ratchet seems amused, though.

Back to scanning for Robert. Found him. I focus on teleporting him into the room. That works. Robert de Sable appears in front of me. He looks at me in an annoyed manner. He asks if I have to stick my nose in everywhere it doesn't belong. I tell him he is the one that needs to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business. But there won't be any wasting time this time. Consume Robert and find out what the Templars are up to. I wrap tendrils all around Robert and prepare to consume him. But there is nothing there! Robert isn't really there, he is just an illusion! A hologram created from Robert's own energy frequency to make him initially look real. I ask if he is seriously too much of a pathetic chicken-wuss to come out and show himself. He says he knows perfectly well what I can do now, and he's not just going to let me do it. He says he is sorry he has to go so quickly, but he has other places to attend to. He says I can't be everywhere at once and then laughs before the image vanishes. I yell at him to come back here, you flakey jerk! But he is gone. Qwark says Robert must have been afraid to face him. It's a good thing I was holding him back or he would have showed that robber a thing or two. I repeat the name to Qwark… Not robber, Robert. Robert de Sable. And you might have killed him… he just might have died laughing. He looks at me blankly. I just roll my eyes.

With Robert gone, I try to open a portal. Still nothing. It looks like we'll have to get out of here the old fashion way. I access the computer. The good news is we're still in the right dimension. Different galaxy, but there is a wormhole within range that would get all of us back to Ratchet and the others' home galaxy. And there are ships docked in the landing bay that can make the trip since there's no way everyone can fit in my Fire Valkyrie. Well Ratchet and Clank would fit in the one extra seat… and I could always strap Qwark to the roof… my Penticon could surround him with a force field to keep him alive… I chuckle to myself, but that stops short when the dream seems to become unstable. Am I going to wake up now? Now isn't a good time for me to disappear. I have the idea that Qwark would ditch Ratchet and Clank behind if given the slightest chance, and Ratchet would blow Qwark to subatomic particles if he got his chance first… I focus and manage to stabilize the dream. I look around and see Ratchet is looking at me really strangely. He asks if I am ok, he said I turned transparent there for a bit. Clank says his sensors detected a dimensional anomaly, but it is gone now. Ok, well the other three can get home just fine using one of the ships in the docking bay. The only problem would be making sure they work together. I look between Qwark and Ratchet, I figure Clank would be reasonable about it. I know Qwark doesn't stay a bad guy throughout the series, he changes. So let's just make that happen a tiny bit sooner.

I focus on the song Touch My Heart to restore the spark inside Qwark to a flame, it isn't hard to do since it was intended to happen on its own anyhow. I think it's a good thing I can fix evil, now too bad I can't fix stupid. Usually a healing spell also affects the way others respond to the person I healed, but just to make sure I send some positive energy through Ratchet as well. Clank didn't seem to think anything about what I was doing to Qwark, but he wants to know what I am doing to Ratchet… I tell him it's a good thing, positive energy. Don't worry, it'll make him feel good. Clank watches closely, but doesn't say anything when he sees Ratchet has no negative reaction. Qwark looks disoriented, though. He is muttering something about helping Chairman Drek meant he hadn't become the hero he'd wanted to be, instead he'd been a villain… I comment if it means anything, I think he was more of a hindrance to Drek than a help. He seems to like that idea at first and then gives me a strange look.

I feel the dream slipping again, and I barely manage to stabilize it. Ratchet says it happened again, I almost disappeared. Clank says that was also when the dimensional anomaly returned. I tell him I know what is happening, it's no big deal, but I have to hurry. I have a computer chip in my head… and its going to download some files directly to Clank. Basically the location of the docking bay and how to get there while encountering as few of the aliens that own this ship as possible… I have a feeling they will be hostile when encountered. And also it contains the location of the wormhole back to their galaxy. It also has the location where they need to drop Qwark off to minimize the effect this mess has on the timeline. Clank seems to understand all of that just fine. Ratchet wants to know if I'm sure they can trust Qwark. I tell him I am a soul healer, I healed some negativity in Qwark's heart so yeah, he can be trusted to not be an asshole. I add that if I could only heal stupid then everything would be great. I am trying to think if there is anything else I need to do before I wake up, but then the dream becomes unstable again. This time I can't stop it… I wake up.

-Walked in circles through school and my old house( specifically remembers a hill with an evergreen).
-Wore no shoes so my feet were black people commented that I should be wearing running shoes but I refused.
-Guy I went to public school was with me and I wanted to hold his hand and swing it as we walked.
That's it

I was again abroad. This time it is Croatia! I was on some medieval festival. It was jousting on the scedual. At first there were inexpirienced riders, they were trying to hit tha target. It was a man made of hay and a metal helmet. One by one they were riding and hiting the body.. Or missing the target. And then 6 veterans came all dressed in black. They were riding fast and everyone of them hit the target in the head. Just cling, cling ,cling was heard. And the riders before, well they just watched with open eyes. After this show i was feeling hungry and went to the first food tent. They were serving just 2 dishes. the first was green, and the second one was in orange colour. I asked what is this.. they answered back.. one is a carrot soup.. and the other is a pea soup and this one is for free.. Ok give me one pea soup please i said. And a moment later i am at a Slovenian medieval festival. I was fully armed. I had 2 swords, shield, and some light armour, but nobody to fight with. Ahhh i said, this is boring and i decide to go home. On the way home i meet some of my colegue knights, and they were angry at me, because i didnt call them and that i had fun without them. I just answered well it was nothing there, boring.. the croatian ones were way more exciting. And then i went to a bar, to party. We were like 4guys and 3 girls.. and well the party was not for my mood, so i decided to go home. I went with one girl and one guy.. The guy was sleeping in a seperate room, so I was alone with this girl. And that is when weird thing started to happen. We started a fight with minced meat. I grabbed a fullfist of minced meat and just threw it in her face.. and she replied just the same.. we had a meat war.. and she was comming closer and closer.. she was already on my bed, and she was confused what to do.. she undressed her top, but she still had jeans on.. and she just kissed me very passionately. she started to ride me with he pants on.. and just when the fun was starting to begin, her boyfirend came home. he was talking to the other guy in the other room (oh i forgot, she was one of my exgirls which i havent seen in years) well her boyfriend came home and she jumped into her bed and pretend that she is asleep. I had her clothes on my bed and just threw them behind the bed and said.. "hey your jacket is here, what should i do with it?" She said i dont need it now.. im sleeping. I was picking up that meat we were throwing around. ANd he opened the door. He looked in quite suprisingly, he was holding a glass of water and i had full hand of meat. Well he didnt asked nothing. He went to his girls bed to check her out and she was "sleeping". Ok i finnaly cleaned the mess and wanted to go to sleep. I get in my bed.. and i couldnt. it was too small, my bed was underneath some wooden thing. i tried to get in the bed but i just fell down. I got angry and i just pulled the bed into the center of the room. I was happy, but not everybody was. That girl stood up from the bed and pushed my bed back where it was.. of course i pushed it back. And we ended pushing bed around the room. So we made a compromise where my bed should be. And when i had my bed in place there were like 400 firelighters on my bed. AAAAAA.. i was angry again. And just threw them all off my bed, and people in the room started to complain that my stuff is left everywhere in the room.. and that it is not just my room. I got angry again.. and said WHAT? these things arent even mine. And i woke up.

There's this guy running from some gang. It's about the patent for something he invented. He can't believe his invention is something anyone would be willing to kill him over, but I remind him it's not the invention they want to kill him over, it's the money. He's got some legal document - not the patent itself, but related to it, possibly he hasn't filed for it yet - which is what everyone's after, and after I get him to reveal it to me, a man who is my brother appears and snatches both the guy and the document away and runs into the forest, just as the gang catches up to us. This was our plan, the woods are my brother's territory. I act like I'm on the gang's side, or at least as if I want to catch that guy as much as they do - they were already aware from past interactions that I have an interest in the guy with the patent, and they've assumed I want the document for my own reasons. So they follow me when I lead the chase into the forest, into my brother's traps.

The path into the forest that I lead them on - and which my brother appears to be on, we catch glimpses of him now and then, though I'm aware he won't stick to the path - curves back and forth in strange ways, it's disorienting. I see an odd bullet coming - dark green like a beetle's wing - and I make sure I'm out of its path, that it picks off one of the gang as intended. It was fired by one of three men who work for/with my brother, people I know well. Time seems to have slowed down, and when one of the gang starts grumbling about the strangeness of it, a man emerges from the woods, the second of my brother's men. He explains that it's the insect-birds. They're insects which mimic birds and sing constantly, disorienting the birds and causing them to mistake night for day, and for us, creating an illusion of time slowing. They prevent violence being done in my brother's forest. But "their element is in possessing one," he says; that is, the insect enters and controls a single bird.

PREP
None. Today will be the first night I attempt lucidity. I will also be waking up to record my dreams as they come.

DREAMS
1. I attended boarding school, and Daniel Craig was a teacher and headmaster. I competed with the other students for his favor, attempting to impress him with my intellect and maturity.

THOUGHTS
It's sad how far I've fallen since being active on these forums in 2007. Back then, I got to where I could remember extensive details of multiple dreams, even without writing them down during the night. When I did write them down, I'd have several paragraphs for each dream. I intend to get back to that and better.

In relevance to the title; often after becoming Lucid I follow the story line from the original dream to keep me entertained. However some dreams don't test you to your full potential, fortunately this one did.

I was having a dream where me and my brother Robbie where on the run from some sort of Korean army, (about 30 blokes, some in jeeps and tanks.) We were running over some hill top with them in pursuit when we came across a little abandoned shed. We ran and hid in the shed, but it was so small Robbie was freaking out. He ran out the shed and unfortunately was seen and shot. More so though they had seen him come out of his hiding place and all stopped outside. I could see through various gaps and holes in the sheds panels exactly what was happening. They knew I was inside and the were coming right towards me.

This was the point where I became lucid as I was panicking and just about to wake myself up, therefore realising that I was dreaming. Now lucid, I stayed in the shed and watched them approaching. As the first person reached the shed he pulled out an RPG, and put the end through one of the holes in the shed right in front of me.

What happened next was inspired by something I had seen in a film; X-men First Class. In it, a character called Sebastian Shaw has the ability to - "Absorb the energy of any impact he is struck by, including not only direct physical blows, but also the impact of bullets."

So when the rocket was fired directly at me, I almost caught the force between my hands and squeezed it down to nothing. I also have a video for you so you can visualise it

XMen Sebastian Shaw - YouTube

After I had effectively absorbed the first one, several more followed, including multiple shots at the same time. Between catching the RPG's I had made a force field shield around me with my bare hands and was sustaining it with my mind. My vision was constantly quite blurred and chaotic, as you can imagine from the video, but I could still see out towards the rest of the army standing in the background a few hundred yards away. I stuck a hand out, whilst deflecting bullets with my other, and literally crushed the remaining men and vehicles at will with my hand.

This happened until there was nothing left but burning vehicles and mangled bodies. It was quite an epic display of power, although hard to describe. Though I did wake up feeling great about myself. Thanks for reading!

I remember being somewhere outdoors and there being an evil hot guy and a hot good guy. The good guy was my boyfriend and i remember i kept kissing him. You k now when someone is about to say something but you shut them up with a kiss? Well something like that. I remember i was doing that because he kept telling me i couldn't crown me and him as the queen and king of whatever party we were at so i kissed him to shut him up and then asked him " Were you saying something?". Then he shut up. Then i was taking a walk and the hot evil guy picked me up bridal style and was carrying me away. Then he challenged my boyfriend to a sword fight like in the old days and who ever wins gets me. Then i don't remember what happened

But also i remember having a dream later that night about me being in a hotel and i was resurrecting a doll into a real girl. Then after that i remember eating and there was a huge open bouffett and there was a lot of amazing food. I remember i was really creeped out. It had an over all creepy vibe to it. Also i remember there was a lot of pollution they were throwing in the water so i went up to the thing collecting pollution and i made sure it didn't go in the water. Then i don't really remember much.

he came to me in a dream an apolagized for being so serious all the time. he said sorry for yelling at me about throwing balls in the street with my family. he put his arm around me and said he loved me.

also i was at my grandmas house and everyone was drinking, i took an aa test on this little piece of paper then fell asleep on her couch

today i dreamt i was in my bedroom with my brother but my bedroom was different, the 2 beds were on vertical. he was putting some DVD on my dvd
the cartoon name was radbody or something like that. i was watching some Puppeteer having fun, the background looked like a theater. after they finished
i saw red curtains like in theater. and i told my brother
"this is like tom & jerry bro, it doesn't have any story, just sequence sketches." then my dad come into our bedroom. he wanted my brother to fix up something. my dad was near the bedroom door.
and my brother said "you're shit" when he passed near my dad. then i had some weird thoughts
"my dad can fix things, so my brother shouldn't disrespect him."
"but my brother also can fix things, specially fused lamps."
then a picture of a turned on lamp came in my mind.


Fact of the day: My dad told me to change the fused lamp of my bedroom today.


Dream elements:

-my bedroom
-brother
-dad


Technique used: ----------


hours slept: 10 hours

non lucid
*I don't remember any solid dream but I do remember fragments.
Swaminarayan, chanting the vajra guru mantra, and waving Hi to someone.

Yesterday I unexpectedly received a book to read, so last night I sat down and read it. It was "Proof of Heaven", a neurosurgeons journey to the afterlife, by Eben Alexander. After reading it I knew what he experienced was true and real, as I have" tasted" much of what he described myself first hand, not to the depths he had, but still enough to know what he spoke of without having to wonder at all.
I also framed up a question, or at least a direction in mind as I went to sleep. It was something along the line of meeting the unconditional love being shown me with something of worth like trust, faith. I also sent out" a sort of question" on different levels of dimensions of reality and what of other "higher" spiritual beings along the path being there to help on the journey.
I also had a sudden urge right before bed to look up Wayne Dyer and see what he has done in recent years. Ended up ordering a audio cd titled "I Am".


Dreamview opens in as if I am driving along in what I seem to understand as Detroit for some reason. I am headed generally west into a very bad part of town. Buildings and empty crumbling, streets full of trash. There is no one out save for an occasional bum staggering around. The weather is overcast and dark. Its as if night is beginning to fall.
Coming down the street from around a corner is a car chasing a couple men on foot. Both the car and men on ground are shooting at each other. They seem to totally ignore me as I weave around them.
I go on around the corner to the north and shortly turn uphill to the east in the drive of a house.
I am drawn inside. The inside is a big contrast to the world outside. Bright, well lit and cheery inside. Inside I find a short fat old black lady whose presence I feel and recognize as the same as that which has appeared in my dreams as many different women. This manifestation is somehow different. The love emanating from her is" tuned" a little different ... either that, or I am somehow different myself?? and such is bringing a difference to the love being received.??

We talk, but I quickly forget what it was specifically about, though it did have something to do with what I framed up before bed. She has me follow her and we are suddenly as if flying northwards towards some sort of bridge. The city below is receiving the last rays of the days sun as it falls over the horizon to the west. All the street lights lit below as the scene darkens.
I ask if we are flying( as in a plane) asking if she flys? She grins and chuckles as I then understand in the state we are in there is no need for planes. This manifestation is great, as if she is someones dear old grandmother wise beyond wise.
We move lower to the ground along large power lines moving along the bridge. We end up standing on the ground under the bridge. I find myself asking about feelings, emotions and a sense of power I have inside. She again grins and is saying something. I am trying to move the energy I feel inside, as if trying to shape it and discharge it in some sort of useful direction.
Another woman shows up. She comes in as if in a reddish stream of light from the north heading south. She stops and faces us . she is to the north of me facing south. I am facing west and the old woman is to the south facing north. This new woman is young, sexy and has long red hair. As attractive as she is she I sense almost the opposite sort of presence in her than that in the old woman. Diabolic is the word that came to mind in the dream.
She greets the old woman and seems to be moving some energy inside her towards the old woman in a intended detrimental way. I feel this, and somehow I instinctively well up feelings and expend my own energy inside towards intervening. I create a disturbance next to this other woman disrupting her efforts. She takes quick notice of me as if she hadn't realized I was even there. At the same time I seem to know that the old woman brought me here to teach me something and also brought this other young woman here for the same purpose in teaching me something.
The young woman says something to the old woman and calls her by name in here farewell. The old woman responds calling her by her name as well. I immediately seemed to forget both names. Eerily the young woman asks my name, but I do not respond, almost if the old woman is some how mentally compelling me to stay silent. I also have almost a sense that at this point I have no name, and that my earthly persons name is not applicable to that which I am. I smile and wave my hand and she zips away to the west and north again as again if in a blaze of reddish light. The dream ends here.


This one is loaded with metaphor everywhere. Directional, both women, power lines, bridge, everything in it. All speaking to me in each their own way. I'll have to chew on this one later more.

Morning of January 15, 2014. Wednesday.



Even though this was a natural disaster dream, there were strong feelings of joy and unconditional love in some parts (even though I was not lucid - but it was still extraordinarily vivid). Most of this night and morning was filled with typical over-the-top sensual dreams, but I will try to focus on this a bit more with its more complex and longer scenario.

This is a fairly typical tidal wave dream (other than the additional joyful states) - I have had tidal wave dreams of this nature all my life; my dreams have not changed much in some ways since earliest childhood. I have been able to trace the majority of influences and associations in fairly precise ways. I often dream about tidal waves prior to a heavier rain (in this case there were actually three shorter heavier rains before my wife got home), usually before there are signs of rain, as was the case here - in this case, in real life, my wife had gone out with the baby not expecting a heavier rain.

Even though I have not lived in the USA for about twenty years, the setting is the street I lived when I went to college in two different time periods (King Street boarding house) and quite clear and mostly accurate with only a few incongruous features of other locations. However, it is supposedly in Brisbane, Australia, yet mostly only including the familiar characters from that time period in the USA (some deceased for over twenty years) and only a couple actual Australian characters mixed in.

My dream begins to unfold with my awareness of being downstairs with the owners for some reason, perhaps to do some painting or maintenance for them as they watch television. Over time, I notice that water is rising on the street. It is just coming up to the level of the house. A man of about forty is out in shorts and a t-shirt and bare feet and mowing his lawn in the rising flood and light rain. He actually almost falls down when going over a mud-hole that has formed on the boulevard.

I point out the rising flood waters, but it does not seem that consequential. At first it is thought that a water-main broke somewhere. For a short time, I think about their possessions getting damaged, especially books and documents, but the water remains at near floor level. Still, as I have the upstairs apartment, I am not that concerned about my own belongings.

The first tidal wave (from directly west) hits without too much damage. There is a thought that it does not really matter, as I do not own much (in my dream) and I can just live somewhere else. I look around at the rising water on the street. There is only a small level of water inside the house. I have thoughts, while standing on the porch watching the weather, on paying a year’s rent all at once, something I had actually considered in real life over the past few years due to property owners’ disinterest in families and even local residents and present overwhelming nuisance backpacker trend and ridiculously overcrowded illegal hostels all over this region including next-door to us.

There is a scene where I look up and a couple children are playing near the opening in the high ceiling that normally goes to the attic (which is actually the “same” as the one in our present home near our bed) which now seems more like living quarters. There is no retracting ladder, just the trapdoor with a smaller square opening that a person can barely fit through (needing to stand on a wardrobe for example). A girl of about three in a white formal dress is playing peekaboo, but obviously it is not a good idea. Soon, she leans too far over the opening and falls through just as I am expecting. She hits the floor rather hard, head first, but instead of breaking her neck - is not hurt in even the slightest way but I still inform the mother, who has her lie on the couch. I get the impression that I mentally did something to prevent her from being hurt in any way (yet am still not lucid).

The mother goes outside and east down King Street, which does not seem like a good idea due to the albeit low flooding, but she has to get something from a relative, it seems. There are also the typical idiots that speed through the flood waters in their cars, a couple getting stuck, as I have seen in real life.

I notice a second huge tidal wave coming from the west (throughout my life they mostly come from this direction - possibly the west being the past or left as on a compass rose and concerns with aging or the past “catching up” in aging - also possibly encroaching Western ideas or “Western mainstream” intrusions), towering over the early afternoon skyline. The tidal wave hits and I watch it with a sense of bliss and love and even positive expectation, greatly enjoying the sounds of the rushing waters - with no discernible sense of fear. However, it does a bit of damage to some of the residential structures in the streets and I feel the weight of the water hitting the building. Looking east, I also see that the woman is drowning and half-submerged in deeper water in the middle of the street. I run to rescue her from drowning and carry her back to the boarding house. She is very light to carry and I quickly make my way back. She is very grateful but only semi-conscious and complaining of her breasts being in pain, as she needs to give milk to the baby in the house. At this point, it seems to be a version of my wife but much younger.

Soon, I am upstairs, but it is more like a different version of the downstairs area. Three men are talking, two being the most vocal. One taller man - the only one standing - is going on and on about “being spiritual” and preaching nonsensical and highly unrealistic ideology - he reminds me very vaguely of Paul Hogan but is not him in any way. I hear the word “spirit” several times with the idea that he knows about the other man’s spirit which seems to make no sense, as they only just met (as the annoying man randomly took refuge in our house). One of them (the one being vocally victimized) is involved in search and rescue work as well as providing services to feed poverty-stricken areas. The man talking about morality and being spiritual seems delusional in most of what he is saying and the others are getting annoyed. This is not typical, as usually generic spirituality is shown in a positive light. Here, however, it seems like the person is severely mentally ill and nothing but an unwelcome nuisance. He claims the other man’s spirit will suffer because he had rescued people instead of just letting them die - apparently he believes that when you rescue someone you give them part of your spirit, which subtracts from your morality and life’s purpose - this relates to both his rescue work and providing food for starving children. Again, I am not lucid, but a third tidal wave is approaching as I listen to this annoying purposeless preaching character - his speech seeming more and more chopped, truncated, and even completely unrelated to actual human existence.

I think about posting a status update on Facebook such as “here comes the third tidal wave” and how I will likely be homeless and how most of the town will be destroyed, but am still not concerned. I am actually cheerful. I blissfully listen to the massive tidal wave that is so huge, it takes considerable time for the top of the wave and the full strength to finally come down in the area. I watch the base of it in the same position for quite some time (almost as if the shape is frozen in time yet with the water itself fully energized and flowing), again enjoying the sounds of the rushing waters. Finally, it hits, and I ecstatically feel the entire large house move off and move easterly like a boat. However, the annoying male yells “oh sh–!” as it crashes into another house at about a forty-five degree turn when it moves across the intersection and kitty-corner from where it hits (although I am not certain if he is killed, but the two other men look on and simply smile at him, possibly out of pity, as he gawks out the window at the other approaching house’s window - and it almost seems as if this “preacher” is being forced to look through the window of another human being’s house as if it is something he can’t realistically see or understand otherwise). I woke up feeling rather energized and joyful.

Lucid for hours, felt like

Kept checking hand consistently throughout the whole thing.

realized i was in a dream bc i did the pinching the nose and breathing air technique. i did that instead of the hand thing bc i was with my family and didnt want them to think i was a freak staring at my hands. but then when i could breath in, i checked my hands as well. yup its a dream

I lived in a different house it was sort of a city-country type feel. I wanted to show mom really bad that it was lucid and I got really excited and said I could fly. It took me a while I had to go in a different room. Look at my hands alone. Then sit cross –legged on the floor and kind of meditate. Then I could fly if I tried really hard. I showed mom and she was laughing and happy when I flew in.

Then I kind of got stuck just flying in the house. I really wanted to fly outside. I finally managed to do that. I flew out and flew to this random building. It was super high and not very nice. Flew past all the windows, saw people sleeping in their beds (it was super early in the AM), saw people’s homes. Went into one empty bedroom. Found a suitcase. Opened it to see what was inside, interested in my dream’s surprises. LOTS of money, bills and bills rolled in there. Grabbed a handful of fifties. Random giftcard in there. Wanted some hundreds, expected it, found it. I took all the money planning to go on a spending spree for lucid fun.

I stared at my hands a lot for fun. I couldn’t stop counting them bc it was so weird and interesting and kept reaffirming that I was dreaming. I could think very clearly. Was scared I would wake up bc of the thinking clearly but I didn’t. I noticed the architecture around the room- there were weird, roman looking tables that mom had got and they had diagonal marble designs all around them.

I was playing with Trevor and Jackson in the dream, who were in the house. I tried to make Trevor (or Jackson) levitate, I don’t think it worked.

At another point in the dream this guy was like a conducter for the whole city, he made everyone go “uuuuuuuuum ah’ or something and the whole city was humming like that. Alex was like ‘we will find our lost cat this way’ bc apparently the noise was like a racecar and would scare all the cats out.

I was in my room a lot, looking around and out the window. Window to countryside and grass. Room was very cute. Mom was in her striped pjs. Trippin on my hands is so interesting…

Nothing whatsoever *sigh.

Sunday 1/12/14

Last night, bed 10:30 pm, drinking water when awoken at night

DR 2:54am
My grandma is visiting. She has a whole in her heart that's getting bigger. Me and my mom are walking her to a gate to stop it from getting bigger.

Something about preschoo.

6am
Dusty ground, small, 4-5 feel tall bumps (hills). I'm looking into a hole dug into one hill sideways, and underneath some moving papers and leaves I see a few hedgehods. Another hole has something similar to a volverine or some similar small animal.

There is a white and black dog running around. Something about my old teacher, reunion, how to dress.

Thank you for my dreams and recall. Can I haz some more, plox.