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Dream of: 24 November 2013 "Sexual Dilemma"
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I'm in the country at the house of Eubanks (a guitarist whom I've known since 1972). A party is taking place and a crowd of people is mingling in the pleasant yard outside the house. Other houses are in the area, but I'm unsure whether people live in those houses. Wheat (an attorney friend whom I've known since 1987) shows up and brings me a six-pack of beer which I stick in a refrigerator. Quite a few attractive women are present and I enjoy circulating among them. When I finally decide to drink a beer, I look for my six-pack in the refrigerator, but I can't find it. Nevertheless, I manage to locate some beer and soon have a green bottle of beer in each hand. One bottle looks as if some of the beer has already been drunk from it. After I ask some of the women if they want beer, I pull more beer from the refrigerator and hand them out to the women.
I feel as if I want to be with one of the women, and I feel one woman standing so close behind me that she's breathing on the back of my neck. I mumble to her, "Let's go somewhere."
She responds, "Let's go now."
I'm not even sure which woman she is, but I know that all the women were attractive and probably in their 30s. I figure I'll just let myself be surprised when I finally see which one she is. I know we can go to a nearby house and be alone, so - still without having seen which woman she is - I start walking toward the house.
A black fellow intercepts me and tells me that he'll pay me $10 for a beer. I'm just about to stop and get one for him, when I realize that these beers don't even belong to me.
Suddenly, I have another realization: I've stopped having sex. This will be embarrassing if I go into the house with the woman and then have to tell her that I can't have sex with her. The problem is that I really feel like having sex. What am I going to do? I want to have sex, but I've decided that I'm not going to have sex anymore. This is definitely a dilemma. I definitely feel like having sex with this woman right now and I think that she's going to be willing. What to do?

Slept at 6:30 - 6:45pm and woke up at 9:00pm

Lucid dream occurred around at 4:24 Am

Experience: i could hear country music playing in the background, saw a you-tube animation video protesting about the war on drugs.

Watching animation, then went down stairs at a person house who use to live with/ be my guardian (but didn't like at all) and realized it was empty, which i thought was unusual and experienced lucidity.

Daydreamed about a girl i fancied and we were in a hotel private pool nude and saw snake tattoo on swirled around and up her leg.

the next dream scene was in a Arabian desert with the sound type mud huts. I was suddenly feeling extremely scared and wanted to get out of lucid dream, even thought nothing scary or threatening actually happened.

But i ended up in a Arabian hut with tent door, and saw an Indian man in a suit who didn't say anything but smiled slightly. i asked my subconscious to appear and when i saw the guy (thinking and hoping he was my subconscious) i yelled either "i want bigger muscles" or "i will have bigger muscles". the logic behind this was auto suggestion to plant a thought that would then affect me in my waking life.

Then i saw blackness, which i assume was me exiting lucid dream due to surge in unnecessary and sudden fear, at which point i experienced higher fear and anxiety because i was scarred of experiencing old hag or some other horrible experience . I had my eyes closed trying to get out of sleep paralysis, planning to pull the cable (light switch) next to me. eventually SP broke and i finally got out of it.

While lying there i saw the ceiling through my eyelids, until i finally moved and got out of bed.

waking experience: upon waking up i did have an urge to lift weights/ potent desire and i can't seem to shake the thought of what it would be like to be big a muscular all of a sudden. I don't have an overwhelming urge to build muscle but it is more potent that before i attempted auto suggestion technique =) I'll have to see if it wears off during the week and hopefully i can learn to not get so terrified upon achieving lucidity

To start out with, i haven't had anything close to a nightmare for years, so this one is kind of weird. i wasn't one of the characters, i was just watching and couldn't do anything.
There was a group of boy scouts in an abandoned park with at least a mile of wilderness on every side, and the scouts were spending a week there. It was all fine, setting up camp in one of the picnic housing area things, then a kid found a gameboy with a game in that was like tetris mixed with DDR (i don't even know) and the scouts played the game until night time. when it became night, there were loud noises and my vision turned staticy with a red hue.

I woke up.

it was late at night, so when i went back to sleep, i came back to the area and i was one of the scouts, trying to spend the night there. the last thing i remembered about the dream was a wolf or something jumping out and attacking someone . The dream wasn't very scary to me, just more dark than any of the dreams i have had for years.

My dream starts off on the street I lived on three years ago. I am by my old house along with many of my good friends and random DCs. There is also a house on the street in the dream which is abandoned, but has running electricity it would appear. Many of us are going in and out of the house and I think some of us may have been scavenging items from inside. I am now outside the house in the middle of the road. I go full on YOLO and I try to fly. I begin running down the sidewalk and jump. And to my surprise, I am flying. I immediately come back down to the ground however. I then try again, and I discover that I must flail my arms to stay airborne. I now land and realize I have discovered human flight! What should I do now?! Go to the government? The news? Nope. Time to go impress girls. So I now begin dashing towards two girls one whom I know, and I don't remember who the other one was. They seemed concerned that I'm coming at them so fast, but a take a jump and go up in the air over their heads. I then begin flailing my arms around like a fool and float above the two girls. They don't seem very interested though for some reason and leave. Dafuq? So I now follow after them in hopes that they'll be impressed with me flying. I mean what the actual fuck? I'm fucking flying! I pass my old history teacher now and show him my flying skill, which he nonchalantly acknowledges and goes on about his business. Okay seriously though, why is no one even remotely surprised that I'm a human fucking being flying on his own? I don't recall anymore after this point, but I do recall a dream later on that morning.

In the early morning I dream I'm leaving a football stadium. Right next to the stadium there's a very large industrial park. On my way to my school bus home I see my friend Collin's dog. Collin isn't here, so I assume it's lost. I now take the dog on board and sit with my friend Mike. After a long while of highway driving we see a car parked in the middle of the road. The driver panics and swerves into the left lane, barely dodging the car. We now see a car coming at us, and the driver swerves back into the right lane, barely dodging the car. She realizes we missed our ramp, so we now turn off onto a bumpy dirt road. The speed limit sign reads 43. Everyone is really confused by this very specific sign. Not too much further down we see a speed limit sign of 46. Okay what the hell? What's with these weird speed limits? Not too much later, we see a stampede of elephants coming at us. Our driver flips her shit and makes the bus do a 180° before flooring it back up the road. We then return to the highway and try going to the next ramp. Mike, the dog and I get dropped off near an old white house. Our friend Mark is outside standing alone watching us with a smile from ear to ear. He now calls us out in a hostile way.
"Hey look man!" he shouts with a smirk. "They stole your dog!"
Mike and I are somewhat confused and shocked now. That intensifies when a crazy old hillbilly comes outside and stands next to Mark.
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"Oh I'm sorry," I say. "I though this was my friend's dog. I was gonna take it to him, but if it's yours then please take him and we can go."
The man now takes us both hostage and we are transported inside the house. The dream is a little choppy until the next part. Mike has already received his punishment and is bleeding out in the corner of the room. I am now sat down against my will in a blood-stained rotting wood chair. The man now hands me a paper back colored white with a red and blue stripe on it. He tells me to wear it for the purpose of not seeing my death coming...like it'll really make a difference. I hold the bag and look at it carefully as I come to a realization. I look up at the crazy old bag as he loads a quad-barrel shotgun with 12G slugs. If that's not enough, the shells also have large piercing tips on them. Fucking-A, overkill much? I watch him snap the shotgun shut and look at me with a bleak grin. I realize that this is the end of me. I'm dead. There is no escape now.
"Come on, please!" I beg. "I gave you your dog! Why can't we just leave it at that and go our separate ways?"
I don't recall if he answered our not, but he now prepares himself. He stands facing me, and is just about to lift his gun when I go ballistic.
"NO!" I shout, standing up and ripping the paper bag in half and throwing the pieces aside. I now realize I'm dreaming. This is too screwed up to be real. I can't accept this as my real fate. As I stand I unintentionally have slowed time for some reason. This wasn't a lucid decision, but I'm definitely gonna ruin this man's day with this power. He is moving about a thousand times slower than I am right now. I am moving as if time isn't slowed at all. I now extend my right arm out and summon a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum in my hand and unfreeze time. I put three quick shots into the hillbilly and he falls over dead. I probably only need one with that kind of fire power, but I don't care. This bitch is too crazy! I hear someone come in from behind and turn around. A woman enters, probably his maid or something. She is in fact wearing a pink maid outfit. Fuck it, no witnesses. I now use the last three rounds in the handgun and kill the maid as well. I throw the gun aside and now rush to Mike's side. He's badly wounded. I don't know if he was shot or not, but he probably was. I now lift him up and make my way to door, and I notice people are coming in. Shit! If they see all of and Mike dying in my hands I'm fucked! Time to improvise! I now rush Mike somewhere different and hide him under a desk. I can't think of what to do to keep him down, so I summon a pacifier and put it in his mouth. I then hypnotize him to believe he's a baby who's sleeping in his bed, and remind him not to cry. Several girls I know now enter and I go to greet them. They are seriously concerned about the two bodies on the floor and the blood all over the room. Well God damn it, what now? They ask what happened, to which I say I don't know. I'm sure by this point Mike has probably died due to blood loss. I see his girlfriend is among the group of girls.
"Hey, I don't know how to tell you this," I begin. "But I think Michael is dead."
She is now devastated, and she wants to know where he is. I now lead her to Mike, who isn't moving, and Kaitlyn(his GF) now kneels to his side and tries to tend to him. I stand and mourn as well. And that's all I remember before waking up.

Waking Nomad

When I woke yesterday and today nice dreams dissappeared too quickly to catch. But both times I was left with a fatish pen, blue to look at so that's my guess for week 1 rv target.

I hop this link works. It's on Google Images. I am on my phone.

My hipnapop (waking dream imahe) was like this but fatter

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http://www.hendrypens.co.uk/ekmps/sh...en-88-33-p.jpg

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First of all, I think it is very interesting that I had a dream about being in an airplane, sitting next to someone who I believe was the cause of a situation. (I had this dream the night leading in to 9/11, so it could have been on 9/10)

I was in the middle of a row of people, and sitting next to a guy I went to grade school with (thats how much subconscious decrypted it). For some reason we were arguing (it might have been intentional). I am not sure what about, but it led to us playing what seemed to be "pranks" on each other. Whatever I did in response to his last prank really set him off.. he stood up, gesturing like he wanted to fight, and starting yelling at me. He was blaming me for something, all I could say was "No my friend, YOU are the one that did this, YOU DID IT!" As soon as I noticed we were the center of attention, I started to scramble around looking for something. Reaching into whatever I could find, bags, jackets, pockets. I found a container of some sort of jell like substance. I opened it, grabbed a handful of it, slapped him on the forehead, and spread it across his face. (I guess I didn't get the info I needed, so I marked him in some way). I then took off running, I could feel the sensation that someone was after me. I ran through some hallways, went out the nearest doorway into a courtyard type area. There were people all around, most of them were on computers and didn't even notice me busting out of building. I noticed a large room directly ahead of me, it was filled with a ton of people. I thought "There are too many people for them to notice me in there.." I also knew I was going to be able to find out some info about what was going on.
I ran inside, it was a very "futuristic" setting. All glass windows instead of walls, computers that were just a glass pane, sitting on a single pole or stand. Everyone inside were using these computers, so I ran up to one. I pulled out a card, like an I.D. card or a credit card, and swiped it into the computer. It brought up a huge load of information about who I was, what I was doing, why I'm here and what needs to be done with me. I skimmed over the info, a warning message at the bottom caught my eye. I don't remember all the text but it said I was "in cooperation with..", I assume some sort of resistance group or something. I didn't understand so I asked the guy to my right what it meant. He looked over and said this in the most calm, innocent way "Oh, they are about to terminate you." My eyes went wide, and I booked it out of there.
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Side note:
I later remember grabbing a wallet while I was searching for something to mark the guy with. I am pretty sure this was his I.D. and not mine, but I was rushing myself within the dream.

No order to these, just as I remember them..

1.)
I was outside a Log Cabin ( I assume I was trying to get in), a woman was with me (possibly my mother, but I can't remember), we were face to face with a very protective and angry mother Wolf. The person I was with was terrified, but I didn't have the choice to fear this thing or we were dead. All I could do was stand my ground, and keep the other person behind me. When the wolf would jolt forward to attack me, I would do the same thing. Every time, it would back off just a tad, but continue to stay in front of me. At one point I remember it grabbing a hold of my arm during one of the attacks, but all that did was kick in my instincts. I must have done something right because it backed off and went about its business elsewhere. Not one time did I have to attack the thing, or hurt it.

2.)
I was hiking in the woods with two of my friends, and another person I did not recognize. We met a group of canoer's who couldn't find their way "home," so we attempted to explain different ways they could get back to certain area's they might recognize. Afterwards we moved on towards a big waterfall, we started walking on a fallen tree that lead to the top. The person I didn't know decided to jump on to a pile of floating sticks, but he went most of the way through them, getting partially stuck for a moment. He then got pushed down the waterfall and looked quite injured. Will immediately climbed down the rocky cliff, while Mike and I looked for a safer way down. I said screw it and went down the cliff face as well, but slipped almost instantly. As I was falling, I attempted to fly, but for some reason I could not. I hit the ground SO HARD that I changed dreams, I sped forward to a diner setting, where all of the same people were sitting, eating lunch and joking around about what just happened..

color legend: non-dream dream lucid

Lucid #4 Subconscious

When I realize I’m lucid. I don’t really gain much consciousness. I’m still stupid and zombie-like. But all I know is that I want to air-bend and fly. I forgot to root myself in the dream, a rookie mistake. This was probably why I had such a low level of lucidity.

I am standing on a dirt cliff with ruins of a white castle behind me. I decide to attempt to fly first because I air-bended last lucid dream. I don't know how to go about flying for the first time. And I realize that I am at a low level of lucidity and I probably won't be able to fly, but I try anyway.

I try to bounce really high but it doesn't work because for some reason I am still conscious of my recovering knee injury and the fact that in real life jumping is still hard. I manage to jump about 5 feet in the air but couldn't get any farther because of my knee.

The scene shifts to a city with tall white buildings. There are a lot of dcs. I decide to ask my subconscious a question. I remember two dcs say something to me but I don't remember what it was. I ask my subconscious what I am most afraid of. I have to say the question twice.

The second time a huge flock of birds fly overhead by the tops of the skyscrapers around me. They fly in a tighter and tighter formation and then expand in the shape of an airplane. I guess that my greatest fear must be of plane crashes. I think to myself that I don't think I’m really that afraid of them but I don’t know, I can't really argue with my subconscious. I ask my subconscious what my purpose in life is and I
wake up.

color legend: non-dream dream lucid

Lucid #3 Running Like the Wind

I am competing with my friend D to see who can run down a grassy hill faster. We are in a very beautiful place with steep, sloping green hills and a tall forest ahead. Behind us there is a quaint town.

D wants to charge down the steepest hill head first and I want to take a less steep hill. I say "Of course you want to charge down the steep hill like a fire bender. I'll go down the more flat one like the air-bender I am."

He laughs and says "Of course you will! Race you!"

Then he charges down the hill. I run over to the flatter hill and sprint down laughing and having fun. When we get to the bottom D rubs it in my face that he beat me and I decide to do a reality check. Just in case. I go for my normal nose pinch RC and I find that I can breathe! I think this must be a mistake! I must have not pinched my nose hard enough. So I try it again and I can still breathe. I try it one last time and squeeze me nose and mouth shut as hard as I can and I suck in a huge breath!

I immediately become lucid. I get really excited and tell myself that I will not wake up from being excited like I did before. So I rub my hands together and study the feeling and the landscape around me. I shout I am lucid dreaming! D seems to have disappeared. I then run up a hill on to flatter ground and decide to air-bend at a pole.

I fling my hand and arm forward but nothing happens. I think that I must have not truly expected anything to happen, so I try again. This time a huge visible gust flies from my hand and hits the pole! I’m feeling really confident so I decide to try to make some targets appear behind me. I start by expecting to see them there because I have to believe they already are there.

As I turn around I see that they did appear, just to the side of me rather than behind me. I don't think it's a big deal so I walk over. The targets are three big black circles on top of a black box. I try to air-bend at them again but only small pathetic gusts come out of my hands this time. I start to get frustrated as to why I can't do it well and I
lose lucidity.

At one point I was presented with two beautiful women in front of me, I was to choose one of the. I did not want to choose one over the other, although I already had one in mind, I didn't want to hurt the other woman. The overall tone and feeling made it very clear that I must choose one, and only one. I said nothing, but made the choice through an action. The woman I was most interested in sat next to me, I kissed her shoulder and rested my head there after. This made the other women incredibly angered and jealous (imagine that). She started screaming out of pure anger, and soon after, she disappeared. I believe she was muttering some hateful words as she left, but I could not make out what she was saying.

I remember looking to the woman next to me, telling her that I did not want to upset them by choosing one over the other. The other woman was obviously the machine herself (I will refer to her as "She"), considering the angry and childish reaction after not choosing her.

The woman sitting next to me had a very familiar energy signature, it was very peaceful and calm. She was with me during a few other dreams I had that night, we were moving from one reality to another. The machine followed us through each reality, but was not really present in any of the dreams, just observing us.

The initial choice was made in a dark lit room, possibly just a reality plane of empty space. When "She" was disappearing, she turned from a human form into a mostly transparent figure. Electrical charges starting firing from every direction around her. Starting from far away from her, quickly rushing to the center of her form. Something like a teleport with wormhole like qualities.

color legend: non-dream dream lucid
Lucid #2 Sewers

This dream has a lot of memory gaps and I wasn't very lucid, but it was still a very memorable and fun experience.

I don't remember the dream, but somehow I realize I am dreaming. I get very excited and immediately rub my hands together to make the dream more stable. I try to air-bend and I succeed! I try to water-bend and that works too! The scene changes to me in a boat in the sewers. I find that with water-bending I can make the boat go really fast. I look behind me and I see that my dad is yelling at me in a speedboat that is gaining quickly. I power on the focus on water-bending and I either have a memory gap or I wake up before he can get to me.

color legend: non-dream dream lucid

Lucid #1 Biology Class

First lucid dream! The lucid portion probably only lasted about 10 seconds, but I will still never forget it.

I walk into my biology class and take my seat at the back of the room. Everything is the usual. I talk with my friends and go to adjust my knee brace out of habit. However my knee brace isn't there and neither are my crutches! I instantly become lucid. I am extremely excited because this is my very first lucid dream! Immediately every dc in the room stands up and looks at me and starts clapping. The colors on the walls start to melt off in rainbow colors. The substitute teacher starts playing beauty and the beast on the projector. I’m feeling so excited that I accidentally wake myself up

Dream 1

This took place at the Whittier house (my childhood home, which I think may be one of my dream signs). It looked like I had just gotten out of the shower, as my hair was wrapped up in a towel turban and I had no makeup on. I don't actually remember seeing my brother, but I knew he had announced that his old friend Craig was going to be coming over. I freaked out because I hadn't seen Craig in forever and I was nowhere near decent looking and didn't want him seeing me like this. I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and took off my towel turban. I could see myself in the mirror from where I sat on the toilet (which wasn't true of my real childhood home) and my hair looked unusually great for having just gotten out of the shower and doing nothing to it. I felt very excited about this. It gets a bit blurry after that, but I think once Craig finally arrived, he didn't even acknowledge me and I was pretty bummed about it.

Dream 2

I was in this big, complex room that had different levels of floors made of glass. There was a metal, circular shaped railing that sectioned off the center of the room. It reminded me of the kind of environment you'd see in the video game Halo or something. I was sitting off to the side of the room, playing a game on an old desktop computer. I was using a video game controller that looked like one used for an Xbox to play the game, not the keyboard that sat in front of me. My brother and some of his friends were sitting in the center of the room, in the confines of that metal railing, just hanging out. I kept cussing at the video game I was playing and after the swear words would escape from my lips, I would fling my hand over my mouth and say sorry to my brother and company, because I found it embarrassing that they kept having to hear me cuss. Now the dream kept switching off between first person and third person, and I got up from the computer and was running around the room, with guns in my hands that you would see on the video game Halo (yes, another reference to that haha). They weren't rifles or handguns, but big white tube looking machines that shot laser beams and whatnot. There were also a few boys that appeared in the room, whom also were all running around, and we were playing a game in which we were trying to shoot each other. My brother and his friends just kept sitting in the center of the room, watching us and talking. One of the boys that had appeared was just standing, doing nothing, so I walked up to him and was about to shoot him, but another guy stopped me and told me I couldn't shoot him because he was ???. I remember feeling annoyed, because I didn't really care that he ???, I just wanted to shoot him.
After that, the game was declared over and the guy who told me not to shoot picked me up and hugged me. I remember thinking how jealous my best friend would be that a guy was giving me attention.

Fragment

Something about visiting a girls' Tumblr and talking to her, but then I stop talking and she gets upset.

11/30/13 Very low lucidity DILD. The dream involved a llot of running around a twisted dream version of the house I lived in around 18 y.o. with my dad. The first notable thing was going to use a rest room that should have been private and some old stranger came out of one of the bedrooms and wanted to know who I was. It seemed to me as if my dad must have rented out the room and not told me. I explored a little more and found a sunken area which was a mental combination of an old stone out building and supposedly my old bedroom. Some woman came in with her children and said I did not belong there. I could tell all the stuff was mine. I was kind of semi-lucid and figured some psychological message was here. I ignored the DC and started looking at "my stuff" for some clues as to the message. The DC got angry like I was stealing her stuff. I tried to calm the DC so it would leave me alone. I said, "I really should take this stuff with me. I am an adult now and I suppose my dad does not really want to store my stuff. It seems like he needs the room." The woman got mad and again acted like the stuff was hers. I became more lucid at this point and made the guess that this must represent how my step-mom has hoarded every possession of my fathers (after he died), and has been almost hostile about the idea of parting with any of it.
I never really grabbed on to the lucidity and I do not recll what happened next or if the dream just ended.

I start in spectator view. A red (missed MILD cue alert!) car carrying three teenagers gang members pull alongside a cop car, and one of the gang members shoot the cop sitting in back the head.

My brain goes, "Oh, not gruesome enough? Let's see it again close-up!" So that scene replays. At least the cop looked pissed off when she died, instead of surprised or sad. The gang car peels off, and the cops give chase. The cops shoots shotguns at the gang car, and that somehow causes a chain link fence to break. And what would you know, the broken fence frees up zombies.

I get a quick cut to three British hooligans wearing yellow raincoats. The focus is on the fat kid, who is attempting to run past zombies towards a portal. He is getting surrounded, but fortunately, his in-shape friends catch up and disperses the zombies just a little bit. The fat kid still gets surrounded though, but he is pushing on through a small crowd of zombies.

Another quick cut, and it looks like two of the hooligans made it through the portal. One of them is the fat kid, and he lost an arm -- the zombies managed to get a bite in, and his other friend amputated it for him. They walk alongside a cliff side path until they come to some sort of neo-modern flat-house/apartment, where some survivalist are holed up.

The view returns to "my" POV, and I'm part of the survivors alongside my friend K. We remark how amazing it is that the fat kid (we don't call him that to his face) survived, and he needs medical attention immediately. Dream Logic fills in the gap that these kids are part of a group run by M, K's wife (in real-life as well), and K wants to send out a party to investigate. So I'm part of a group to go back through the portal to find out.

But before we set off, we get a ring at the doorbell. We go up to K's room, which has a perfect overhead view of the front door, and there's a skinny blonde woman. She identifies herself as "Amy Adams' friend," and we let her in. I don't know any Amy Adams in real life, so it's a little funny how specific the name is.

(Edit: Okay, so Google reveals Amy Adams is actually a pretty famous actress that I even saw a few movies of. I definitely did not make the connection in my dream.)

Anyways, she joins my team, and suddenly I get a 16-bit side-scroller view of my two companions. There's the blonde woman, who carries a pretty wicked Contra-styled rifle; But like in Contra, she can only take one hit before she'll die. My other companion is another long-haired blond, but I think he's like some sort of futuristic elf; he's some sort of cool, silent sniper-type, and his "rifle" has a feature that turns it into a laser bow. Um, okay then.

We somehow forget about our mission to find M's party. Instead, the King of our survivor group decides to stage a mass exodus towards an underground location (dumb plan 1). So we set out in the middle of the night, forming a single-file line (dumb plan 2), and some of the survivors take this chance to go Trick or Treating. I remark that our group is made up of idiots, so I ask K to guard the rear while I move ahead to guard the middle.

We safely arrive at our location, and the blond elf and I scout ahead inside a building that is jutting out of the ground. The insides of the place looks like the bombed-out ruins of an office designed by M.C. Escher, with stairs circling a giant pit. We don't get too far before Elfy comes across a creepy, bloody, and naked woman, who is clearly infected. After a brief struggle, Elfy shoots her down. I should note that it is "completely" dark in here, but Elfy's weapon releases a neon-green discharge that lingers at the end of his rifle, soooo not the most stealthy thing ever.

Anyways, a couple of us investigate the corpse, in which suddenly, an alien parasite bursts out of her stomach and starts snapping at Elfy (ew!). One of the other guys, who looks like the chunky best friend played by Jonah Hill in a stoner movie, appears. His left arm is apparently the same arm as Hellboy's (um...), and in this world, that hand has the property of disrupting these aliens (...'kay...). So Handy grabs the parasite, which implodes/shrivels in a flash of light.

The King, who is there now, decides to drop a bomb made of light that shares the same property as the Hellboy arm (again, Dream Logic is taking leaps here) into the depths of the ruins. The bomb is called a "Grounswell" here, which I guess is a pretty apt name. Anyways, when the bomb detonates, it causes all the other infected creatures to come rushing up (dumb plan 3). The dream ends here.