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10/27/2012
Me, Marysa, and Marysa's friend all are pulling into my old S. Alder Drive house garage. Marysa's friend is driving and we are arguing about cars. As we pull in, on my left I see a radio that is a police station transmitter. I hear cops saying different things. In front of us I see my dad in a white charger trying to leave the garage. He swings the car around and hits our car and then speeds off. As he drives straight towards the neighbors house I see his front right wheel start to come off. It comes off as well as the back wheel and I see a young boy ride the wheels away safely. My dad is super mad because he endangered a young boy. After I witness this we all go inside and I give Marysa a tour of the house. My mom gives her a new outfit that is too big but Marysa says that she will make it work. I take her outfit and a bunch of huge sheets to her car and then continue the tour. In the first room, which was my sister's old room, there is a bar and a couch. I tell Marysa that we can put a ping pong table in there. Then we walk to the next room and inside are two ping pong tables and a lot of accessories for games like Foosball. We also meet a man in there that apparently lives there. He speaks another language at first and then I find out that he also speaks German. I talk to him in German and he tells me he is from Australia. I tell him that my dad owns this house and then my mom calls us for what is apparently my birthday dinner. I sit down next to my Grandpa G. who is on the end of the table and Marysa sits down on the other side of me. I begin to hold a long conversation with everyone. Next, I find myself at a huge stadium with thousands of people and my friends for my birthday party. My girl friends get introduced to the crowd and everyone cheers. Then my guy friends and me get introduced to the crowd but nobody really cheers.

The dream starts at a restaurant with my grandma, my aunt s, and someone else. It is a healthy restaurant so I order a sweet potato sandwich and a grilled cheese. I then go clean off a table for two in the eating area. I look around for my grandma and find her sitting in a table behind me with the two others. For some reason I forgot about them two. By the time I get there my food is cold so I go up to the cashier and tell her a lie saying that I set up a table and left but a buzzer took my food. The cashier tells me that I am lucky to have talked to her because her boss would have accused me of trying to stay near the phone to take customers credit card info. I then go outside the restaurant where I see my dad sisters and girlfriend along with my boss. My boss is smoking a cuban and we all chill for a bit. I then I go get my food and as I am going I see Monica from high school and she gives me my food. I walk back outside to eat and notice that my little sister is watching two men get arrested by 4 cops. I tell her to look away but then things escalate. I see the cops throw one of the men down onto the ground hard. The man starts yelling and now my girlfriend is also very scared. She runs and hides behind me. The other man then escapes the cop and starts to run away. I see my dad try to help at first but when the man escapes he gives me the signal to run. My sisters and dad all run to his truck and I run to mine. We speed away and my dad follows me as I drive on this highway. I swerve around as I see a cop turn his lights on. Next thing I know I am at my college but instead of my truck I am now riding a horse. The weird part is that my college has turned into a giant Disney land. I ride my horse around but unfortunately I am lost. I turn down a street and ask a random dude where north is. He points and I ride in that direction but soon find myself looking out of a window that overlooks the Disney College. Across from me are cartoon houses. Below me is a valley that looks animated. Everywhere I look there are colorful cartoon-looking buildings. I wake up.

I was at my wife's factory. I was in training to do her job, but instead of watching machines do embroidery, the machine took one product, a toy already in blister packaging, and injected it with some kind of liquid. This was designed to make it just like another toy, or equivalent to this other toy (?).

Remembering that my wife has to do things to spec, I turned to the guy in charge of the machine. He had memorized the specs that I would have to have written down, and another guy at the other end of the room had the specs. I thought they should be closer to the guy manning the machine, at least when that person was going to be me, but I wasn't going to start complaining. I just wanted to learn my job.

01-02-2013 -- This one seems to start almost as a gas station mystery shop. I am at the pumps at a gas station, getting ready to maybe pump some gas, and also looking around at outside displays, thinking to maybe get some oil. I suddenly realize I brought oil with me, and it is already mine, even as I am pulling it off the display, and am hoping I don't get in trouble for using my own oil, because it sure doesn't look right, the way it is going down.

Soon I stumble into a sort of meeting of an organization that seems to be kind of a get-rich-quick thing. You know ... the various real estate gurus who advertise buying property with no money down and making a fortune. There is a sort of feeling of some kind of scam going on, and though no characters appear, there is a strong feeling of something connected to Psych. The guy leading things seems to be Alexandre O., a pastor I knew from my days at Hosanna Printing.

My cell phone rings, and I am asked to turn it off, as they want no recording of the meeting. My phone quickly turns into a small hand-held cassette recorder, and though I try to turn it off, the wheels keep turning and the tape keeps moving, so I think it is still recording. They don't think it is a problem, though, since that is what everybody else's recorders are doing. (Just how many people are recording this thing when they aren't supposed to?)

It is a longish meeting, and there is a lot going on. It goes on for quite a while, but not in any detail I can put down here, except in a few small scenes. At one point they give a small, meek, slightly Oriental girl (think Amy from Futurama) a lot of money, several thousands of dollars that they collected from the rest of us at the meeting, and she is insisting that it is too much. The guy in charge interrupts her, and demands she tell us her name, and this shy girl who has barely spoken to us, and has identified herself as Amy in a whisper speaks out loud and clear, and gives her full name in a forceful manner. His point? Money has a large effect on a person's self confidence.

They bring a pizza in, and ask me to try the first piece, and I could swear it was the pizza that was made in my last dream (see Harry Potter, Voldemort, and the Pizza). It looks like the pizza from Aldi's, as it did, and is also fairly mangled. At one place, the crust has bubbled up, but instead of just a bubble in the crust, it bulges up and almost looks like a small planet on a column rising up from the crust, and I am really not sure about eating it.

Soon the meeting has been thinning out, and I have been asked to do something to show some sort of talent or skill that I will use to make something of myself. I grab a rather basic and simple guitar and start to try and play it (rather badly, as I have no idea how to play the guitar) and one of the other people takes it away from me. They somehow kind of unfold it into a much larger string instrument like a bull fiddle or something, and start to play amazingly on it.

I am embarrassed, but I start to sing along as they play. I have a lovely voice, and sing really well, but very softly because of my throat. [I have had no voice for about five years.] Soon we have moved away from the hotel we were in for this meeting, and Alexandre has turned into what almost looks like Peter David, and I find myself actually kind of whining about how I'm not actually good enough at anything, as we are trying to cross a really busy street to get back to the hotel.

The street crossing was fairly realistic, except for trying to dodge into too small of gaps in the traffic, when we can see much larger gaps a few seconds away, and would have just waited for them in real life. As we finish running across the street, Peter David has turned into Dale, and he has accidentally run behind a fence which separates the street from the sidewalk, so he has to back-track to get around the fence. I expect to beat him to the hotel because of this, but he still gets there first.

We head inside, and I note in passing that it is a nice hotel, but when I push the button for the elevator, and the doors slide open, they don't open onto an actual elevator, but onto a hallway containing the elevators. Weird. I glance at our room number, which is something like 5641 or some such, and hit the button for floor five, but that's not where we want to go. The rooms are not numbered by floor, but sequentially, and we have to read a sort of chart to figure out which floor our room is on.

01-02-2012 -- [No dreams that I could remember yesterday. Two from this morning that seem kind of neat.] For half of this dream I am watching things happen. For the other half, I am Harry Potter. Dream starts at the Hickory house, but very quickly is somewhere else. Harry Potter is a really, really little kid (probably three or four, but about the size of a baby) and is hiding in a small house from Voldemort, who is still hunting him.

I can't figure out where he is at first, then I see a slight movement, and he is kind of half-crawling out of his hiding place, which was in the lamp-shade of a small sort of stand lamp by the window. He really is small in this dream. There is another little kid hiding in the same house, in a cupboard or something, though I am not sure if it is Ron, Neville, or maybe even Draco; who knows in a dream.

The person who is watching them is a small, somewhat fragile-looking blonde who seems to be Maria G. from choir a few years ago. (Kind of fragile looking, but voice like an angel.) At one point she is helping Harry down from his hiding space, and talking with him, and I am worried that somebody is going to see a silhouette of him climbing down from there through the window, and will learn where his hiding space is.

I get the sense of something about a mechanic's shop, and cars, and maybe being given one, but can't remember any details. The Weasley twins are running around, and Voldemort catches them and is starting to interrogate them. I am horrified when the twins seem to be giving up information on Harry, including a spell that can get around his protection, but I eventually realize they are giving him a phony spell that will prank him, instead. Very brave, but it will get them killed if he ever catches them again.

By this time, I have turned into Harry Potter. I am in disguise, and sneak out of the house and across the street to a little hole-in-the-wall type of pizza parlor that I seem to remember from another dream here (first dream I ever posted here), where I tried to get a pizza before a nuke and running through a video game world.

The place only has three varieties of pizza, pepperoni, sausage, and combo (pepperoni and sausage), and they don't seem to make large pizzas, only a personal pizza and a medium that is about the size of those Aldi's pizzas I've been enjoying lately. The Sicilian style (not Sicilian type, Sicilian flavor: Italian sausage, salami, prosciutto ham), and even though the pizza is only supposed to be pepperoni and sausage, it looks like the Aldi's pizza, as well.

The place seems to be a cross between a hole-in-the-wall and even a trailer or food truck, and I have come in a back door to a sort of kitchen to place my order with a plump Italian woman, and am kind of watching as they make my pizza. They aren't doing a very good job, and in trying to stretch and place the pizza crust, it kind of gets badly folded and mangled. I am thinking of saying something, but really don't want to draw attention to myself, so I wander home to wait while they cook the pizza.

Soon I have to go back out to pick up it, but I am starting to get really worried. If I get caught, everything is over. For everybody. Yes, I have a disguise, but I don't know how good it is. But I convince myself to go out, and Maria, who is out front gossiping with somebody, doesn't recognize me. She's busy talking about hearing a bang, but not knowing where it came from. Besides, the pizza place is right across the street. So I push aside my nerves, and walk on over.

I kind of creep over to the pizza parlor, but it is very, very dark. I sneak inside, and it is still dark, and there is dust everywhere. Soon I find everybody inside is dead. Between the time I ordered the pizza and came to pick it up, Voldemort had blown the place up. Maria heard the explosion, but didn't recognize what it was. Very frightening. The bad guys are still creeping around the place, so now I have to dodge them and stay out of sight as I sneak back home.

12-31-2012 -- [Three dreams from the last day of the year, even if in kind of limited format. Was sleeping poorly, edge of sick, hints of sleep apnea, and waking far too frequently.] I seem to be reading a message forum set up for a childrens' book author, who slowly turns out to be Bonnie M. The forum seems much more like a Bravenet-style forum or a Prodigy or Genie-style pre-web service, and I haven't checked in for a very long time.

There is a lengthy, involved discussion on the forum, itself, and updates needed but not made, and wondering if they will ever be fixed. This leads to another discussion about rumors of problems between the author (Bonnie) and the webmaster that might have to be resolved before any fix could occur. One of the people on the forum turns out to be one of Bonnie's grandchildren, who says she'll ask her Baba what the issue is. I'm worried about what she might say, since I am the one who designed and installed the website.

I accidentally post a reply on my old account, which I really didn't want to do, for fear it might cause problems. I quickly go back and delete the message, but somebody has already replied to it, and it leads to another discussion about whether I came back, or whether somebody new has been hired on to update the site. And the debate continues.

[In real life, I did design the web site, but she was a clown, not a childrens author, and the web site had no need for a forum, so I did not include one. And since I designed it, and had a bit of a falling out with her, somebody else has come in and done some limited further work on the site.]

12-31-2012 -- [Kind of a continuation of the previous dream, but I know I woke up and tried to fix the dream in my head before I dropped off into sleep again.] I am still dealing with the computer forum, and problems related to it, and my accidental post, but now it is more a forum about/for Harry Potter and/or Harry Potter fan-fiction, with hints of Runescape's Player Owned Ports thrown in. (As has been the case with many of my dreams, lately.)

Messages seem to be kind of color-coded (like the POP characters), but they refer to three factions within Hogwarts that are making plans for me. I am Harry Potter, of course, and myself, Minerva and Albus are all making plans for me, for what I should be doing, and where my life should be going. I prefer my plans, strangely enough. Snape hates me, but is honest enough to admit that my plans seem to be both the most realistic, and the most reasonable.

The forum software has a strange display system that kind of flow-charts the messages, and has them in multiple columns all over the screen, almost like some sort of out-of-control rabid shoutbox. I have made a post trying to deal with all this, and urging for my own plans for my life, and the system has displayed them in a box of their own on the far right top of the screen. The message ties in to the previous discussion, but branches off in a new direction, so probably should be a new message, and I planned to post it with a new account, but it accidentally came out under my old name. I at least manage to go back and change the name on it, though it still remains in the same place on the screen.

12-31-2012 -- [Another fragmented bit from the same night, but a little more active and involved.] I'm at the Hickory house in the front yard, playing some sort of small-scale live-action version of Risk, with hints of a game behind the game ... layers upon layers. There is a real feeling of wrong and menace in the air, like something evil is going on. I want to go inside and be safe, but the evil seems to be concentrated around the front door, and going through it might be extremely dangerous.

It kind of feels somewhat like something evil but invisible is trying to attack me from behind, except I can just barely kind of sense it. I grab at something, and come away with a magic wand, and holding that wand kind of grants me better vision for what I am trying to see. It's almost like a wand-using dementor that had been invisible to me, but now I can kind of see it, almost as a sort of black aura.

I can't go through the front door, but mom's bedroom window is open just a couple of inches, and I am thinking if I can force it open a little further, I can climb in the house through it. There is still a sense of evil around and even in the house, but not as great as what is blocking the front door. I manage to force the window, and climb inside. As I am soon heading down the hall toward the living room area, I sense more figures which I can't really see, except as a light trace of aura.

It seems my house and the magic world kind of overlap. They kind of occupy the same physical space, but on different planes of existence. I just can't usually see or sense the other plane. With the dementor, though, the evil was heavy enough to sense, and once I'd taken it's wand, I could sense more. There are a couple of witches in the hall with me, and it seems they can always sense or see our world, but they are extremely surprised that I can suddenly sense theirs, and have a wand.

Minerva and Tonks are the witches in the hall, I think, and Minerva is thinking about obliviating me and taking the wand away, but I am strongly against this! This is my house, dang it! I start to use what limited powers I have with the wand as a focus. I don't know any spells, but I just say what I want in English and apply my will, and have some success. "Light!" I get a small, not terribly impressive Lumos. "See!" That works better. Everything starts to come into focus, and I can see more of the witches than just their auras.

It seems that the space my house shares in the wizards' world is a magical hospital. The black doctor from the Fawlty Tower episode The Germans is the main doctor here, but he has been attacked with some kind of spell that has cost him his memory. His patients really need help, but he doesn't know which ones are his, any more. Tonks is helping him get around, leading him to see the patients and see if he recognizes any. He doesn't. But when he is led to one of the few that they know is his patient, he is able to help the man.

I use the wand I stole and my will, and cause a light pink aura to appear around all of his patients, so we can figure out which ones are his, and lead him to them. As he approaches each one, more of his memory returns with each one, and he is able to heal each one, so I am saving lives with my stolen wand, and buying myself good will among the magic users.

Suddenly I find myself in a courthouse I can largely remember from previous dreams, relating to getting into trouble while driving. I am not in any trouble this time, and am just filing some papers connected to my license or something. I have two things to do here, but I remember from past trips getting one thing done, and then being told I didn't have to wait in line to get the second thing done, because the person I needed to see next could see when I finished the first thing.

I am hoping for the same courtesy this time, but they have rearranged the courthouse, and the second counter is no longer in sight of the first one, so I have to walk past several other counters to reach the one I need. When I reach the right counter, two sides away, I am still called right up, but as I am passing through the line, I find that Dave D. (a childhood friend) is here, as well, and is now with me on this errand. His father, Don, is also here, and is calling to us and acting silly, which is something I have never seen him do before. Weird and unconnected to the rest of the dream.

Dream 1-Lucid
I was in some field by my grandfathers house, and I was with my grandfather and one of his friends. There was a huge fire moving towards us, and I could see it. We had received warnings on the news that there were many fires like this. We had gotten a very strange structure, white in color, and had two chairs on a platform led up by a ladder. It was taller than the fire. Our plan was to wait up the while the fire came. It would hit us dead on and we would be fine. I had my phone out to record when the fire passed. By this time people were evacuating, and I think the tornado sirens were going off. A lot of people had stopped where we were stationed. Well, we weren't up on our platform thing yet but we were about to.


Then I had realized the fire wasn't there anymore. I had asked someone and they said "Yeah the fire was going the other way." They had then told all the people there to get in one big group, and we lined ourselves into about 5 rows. I was about in the middle. Havoc started happening, and people didn't know what to do. People were running up the line, and already leaving. Multiple people said that someone had threw up near the back of the line (dream sign) and I became lucid there. Being emetophobic though, I had to get out of there quickly. I was stuck paralyzed in fear, and I was shaking. I was no longer in control of my body. My eyes had closed and I started running. Well, I watched myself run through my eyes. We had reached some place near two buildings, and away from a lot of people. There were some people still there. I decided to make myself wake up, as this lucid has already turned for the worst.

Dream 2
I'm in my biology class. There's a freshman beside me named kyler with an orange rubik's cube, on that looked exactly like mine. We had gotten into a conversation with another freshman, and he was talking about how he knew a teacher could solve it in 18 seconds. I went back to my seat and the teacher started handing us out candy. I had gotten some weird colored twizzlers. The class ended and I left the room. It was my last class of the day. I start to walk down the hallway, when I realize someone had thrown up in the hall in front of me (dream sign, but I failed to become lucid here) I decided I was simply going to take a longer way around, but someone had thrown up in that hall too. The Jr. High principle was near me, so I asked her if I could just leave out the doors that were beside me. She said no. I noticed they had cleaned up the vomit in the hall directly ahead of me. Except it wasn't a janitor, it was a few girls with paper towels. I walked a bit closer and came to another door. I asked again if I could just leave out of these ones, and she said yes. I was outside of our atrium now, and had to wait to walk home with my friend Michael. I sat down in the snow and waited. There were people sitting down on steps in front of me. He had came and we started to walk home. I saw my friend geoffrie going to his car, so I said "Later Geoffrie". He didn't respond, and looked at my strangely, as if he didn't know me. Then I saw another person who looked exactly like Geoffrie trying to catch up to him. He said "hey dude" and I realized that was his twin I was trying to talk to, although he doesn't have a twin in real life.

Dream 3
I'm back in my biology class. These two girls came into our class. One was a peer in my grade, named Kylie. Another was a really young girl, probably around 6. They were here to do some sort of presentation. Our teacher mentioned that Kylie had to skip the first of every class to be here, and the younger one skipped school completely. They never presented everything, but Kylie had came and sat in front of me, facing me. Someone took my chair so I looked around for one. I had found one, but when I sat on it, it became very tall. I was overlooking the class now. I panned around the class, looking at everyone, not knowing my mind had created them all. I woke up sometime later.

My friend told me that there was something dangerous about getting a kitten.

I use knitting needles as weapons.

2013-01-02

I was in bed. Realized I was dreaming, and got up from bed.

As I was standing straight, I was fully aware that I was dreaming, that I was in that body again.

I wanted to examine it, feel it, to check for differences from the one I'm in now, writing this.
So I did that, starting from my head and down to the feet. Touching the dreambody with my dreamhands, to see if it felt different in any way. It did not. It was the exact same body as Im in right now. Then I think I was done, so I left that state. Maybe I woke up to fall asleep again, or simply just went on dreaming "normally" again.

I've been inactive the past months, lost motivation and then forgot all about this.
This year, I've Lucid Dreaming in my new year resolutions once again.

Bedtime: about 00:00 ?
First wakeup: about 06:00?
Final wakeup: 08:30

Supplements: none

Local bus-ride (DREAM)
I were in the local bus (where my dad works). It was summer and I had a ride with loads of upper highschool students (I was one myself). I sat in front of the bus, it was like a door there, made me able to stick out my feets.
We moved to my place/part of the city (Herts*n), where my dad lives.

That's kinda all I remember. Hard to explain all details.


Dads gym scheldue (FRAGMENT)
My dad showed his gym scheldue in his home, to my girlfriend.
(my dad doesn't even train on gym irl)


Presents fail at store (FRAGMENT)
I was in a store and wrapped some present I was suppose to give away to somebody.
But, I wrapped it before I bought it..
I also was gonna buy cornflakes and soda.


Money left (FRAGMENT)
I was in my girlfriends flat. I looked how much money I'd left after a bus trip (the fragment below I believe). And I came up to 1450 kr. But I also knew I'd probably over 2000 kr at the bank.

Bus ride, 200km/h (FRAGMENT)
It was 4 seats in this bus. I had the left back seat. We were on our way to the city Kiruna, which is like 300km away from my city.
It was very fast, the bus drove up to 200km/h.
I looked out of the window where the review/driving mirrors suppose to be, but instead of these mirrors, there was the speedometer.
I also took picture with my camera on the speedometer, that I later could post on Facebook.

Non lucid

On the ship of nicely packed electronics.
The good and the bad.roller blading takes.

I've spent the last few days at my cousins house, helping him to complete the campaign in Halo 4. No doubt contributed to this dream as well.

Halo 4.

So I was at my cousin's house, in the front yard rather. We were having some sort of family gathering, like a picnic or something.
Then a Promethean knight. (One of the enemies from the game) stepped out onto their front porch from inside the house and began shooting at everyone.
My cousin gave me one of the weapons from the game. (I think that it was the scattershot.) I ran up towards the house in sort of an arc, and when I ran past him, I fired at point blank range, and he burned away.
After that I looked around and saw crawlers. (Another enemy from the game.) making their way towards me from nearly every direction. My cousin took out a weapon from the game too. I think he had a DMR or something. We started shooting, but my dream recall fades away.

Death Centipede.

I was in some kind of clinic or hospital because I had a catterpillar or centipede of some sort attached to my arm. All I can remember was the insect had was about 1-2 inches long with four black spikes on each of its ~10 segments.
I tried to remove it, but the spikes were stuck in my skin. Some doctor or someone was telling me to just let the creature do its thing and it would release.
I watched as the creature began sucking blood somehow. In between the groups of spikes, it delicately suspended drops of my blood until the creature was covered in drops of blood. It then detached and my arm started bleeding pretty bad. Luckly, a doctor had a dressing ready and wrapped it around my arm.

01.01.2013

Mario Kart Around A House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've not been sticking to my DJ very well, only writing down a few dreams per week - most of which are pretty sparse. For the new year I thought I'd get back into doing it properly, so I'll start from the morning after new year's eve.

I'm playing Mario Kart around an old house (but obviously in driver's seat, rather than at the control), but I'm quite far behind. An old 'partner', shall we say, leads in first place, but I gradually catch up to her and knock her over.

We race neck and neck over the last lap, which seems to circulate a few times without actually finishing. My opponent decides to try heading through a different doorway and wins.

The prize is a strange one - a sign up sheet to a sporting tournament, in which the winner can have first choice of sporting event.

01/01/13

Split Consciousness
I am in my Fire Valkyrie heading for the moon. I land on the moon and look around briefly before opening a portal to get somewhere I need to be. I go through the portal and enter a place that looks like a scene from Assassin's Creed. This does not surprise me since I have been dreaming a lot about Assassin's Creed lately. What does surprise me is that someone calls my name. I look over to where someone is calling me from and I see there are lots of Templars. Four of them are holding on to someone who looks like Altaïr. One of the Templars is laughing at me saying I had better not try anything or Altaïr would be dead before I could stop it. I use Battery to call two bolts of lightning, one on each side of Altaïr, nailing the Templars holding him. That frees Altaïr, who grabs a sword from one of the four fallen Templars and runs it through another Templar.

They now have a fight on their hands. I am about to help Altaïr with the large number of Templars, but one of them is still laughing at me. He says I can only save one of them, though. One of them? Who else? He says there are far more of them than there are of me, right now there is a parallel world that just lost its Altaïr. I saved one and lost the other. I use Divide by Disturbed to separate into two people, and one of me opens a portal to find the other Altaïr they are talking about. The situation is practically identical, so I use an identical solution. Battery… the Templars holding Altaïr die… Altaïr grabs a sword and fights back. But they are still laughing. Do I really think there are only two worlds? There are others? Shit. I use Divide again, there are four and then eight and then 16 of me. I send other copies of me to other worlds tracking other Altaïrs. Having multiple copies of me in different dimensions is really disorienting. And not all the worlds are exactly the same, though the basic idea is the same. I free more versions of Altaïr to fight and the Templars are still laughing. I intend to make them shut up. Another Divide. 32 of me, 64… a Templar asks if I really think I can get to all of them. One of me enters a world where I am right in front of Altaïr… and he stabs me with his hidden blade, so at least one of me has been stabbed. I'm not sure how many of me got stabbed. I wonder why Altaïr has attacked me in some places. A Templar says not all of them are immune to their control. So in the places where Altaïr has attacked me I use Liberate by Disturbed to break any possible mind control. It has become hard to keep track of what I am doing where, though. I think maybe I did Liberate everywhere… not that it has any effect where there is no mind control in effect. The Templars are still laughing at me, saying I have missed so many versions of Altaïr, there are so many places where the Templars will now win… there's no way I can save them all, so I might as well give up… So I Divide again, splitting to 128, I have the strange sensation of being everywhere at once and nowhere at all at the same time. But everywhere is close enough to the same. Free Altaïr, use Liberate just in case it's needed, fight Templars. It is really disorienting, I keep hearing Templars laughing… but is it a bit forced now? Maybe I'm reaching their limits… so I Divide yet again to 256, splitting into way too many places at one time… I feel like I am going to completely lose it, so I set to the same task everywhere. Get right next to Altaïr and drop an Immortal Fire. There is a bright light exploding in my mind as 256 simultaneous Immortal Fire spells go of at once, and for once there is no Templar laughter. Just a bunch of yelling. I don't have enough focus to understand what the Templars are saying, but I am reassured by the fact they don't sound happy. I think there is a lot of cursing. I wonder if I have found all of the instances where they have ambushed Altaïr… or did the Templars win in some places… no time to really ponder that before I wake up.

Lost Children
I am in what looks to be an abandoned town, though most of the buildings are still standing quite well. I wonder where all the people there went. I am not lucid, but I know I have a mission to complete. I have been tracking a pedophile to this location. It is a known fact that he has kidnapped numerous children, but no one has been able to track him to where he is keeping them. I have been on this case for a while and I think I am getting close to finding his hideout. I sneak through the streets of the town, peering into windows of homes as I go. Then my attention gets drawn to an abandoned hospital.

I think I see movement over there. Maybe that's where he is. I sneak over and get close to the hospital, and I do seem movement this time. There is a tall bald man pulling a little boy along by the arm, and the little boy is crying. I recognize the man as the pedophile, he is my target. I think maybe I have been playing too much Assassin's Creed because the man seems to faintly glow yellow. An assassination target. I have to get close to him when he doesn't have a child with him or it could become a hostage situation. So I tail the man into the hospital and he shoves the child into one of the rooms, locking the door behind. He is now alone. Now to get close to him. Looking around I see some rubble on the ground. I pick up a large rock and chuck it at the guy, hitting him on the side of the head. He doesn't seem hurt, but he does seem annoyed as he looks over and sees me. He says I am too old for him to have fun with, but not too old to kill. I throw more stuff at him. Mostly rubble on the ground. Rocks… pieces of wood… an old coffee mug… he gets more pissed off with every piece that hits him. He says he is going to have fun killing me slowly. He comes at me, as it appears that I am unarmed. But that weird yellow glow isn't the only thing I have brought from Assassin's Creed. He runs right up onto my hidden blade, practically stabbing himself. He has a shocked look on his face since he hadn't seen a weapon in my hand. I stab the bastard again to make sure he is dead. There are children locked in many of the rooms of the hospital, some of them aren't in very good condition. I call the police and real hospital and before long there are children being led out, some walking on their own, others being carried and given IV medication, all of them look traumatized. Their ages seem to range from 4 to 8… I am glad the pedophile is dead, though in a way it seems like it was too easy for such an asshole. I am still thinking that when I wake up.

11/2/2012
From the beginning of this dream I knew I was dreaming. I really don't remember how but I did. It starts out in a warehouse with my roomate and my friend. I first off know that I want to fly and I begin to use the trick that I read about with lucid flying by focusing on an object. I swear I would focus on an object and then zoom over to it throughout the warehouse. Then for some reason I don't remember what happened in between this and the next scene. In the next scene I am flying overhead my friends who are driving in a car. They drive off a cliff and I fly down into the water that the car is sinking into and pick up the car to allow my friends to get out of the car. Then as we are in the water swimming I have the desire to fly back up on top of the cliff. At first I can't do it for some reason. Then after a second I focus on the top of the cliff and fly up to it. I take off from the top of the cliff and fly through the sky showing off my skills to my friends. Throughout this entire dream by the way, I am telling myself "oh my god I finally had a lucid dream I can't believe this". Then I forgot what happens between this and the next scene. In the next scene, I am in a glass elevator that is within a dam on an island. I remember flying around the island and really thinking this elevator is cool because it takes us up and down the waterfall of the dam. Next scene..haha. I am at a hospital area waiting in a line and I remember that I read that expectations in lucid dreams allow for something to happen so i test this. I really want a coffee so i go over to a counter in the waiting room and say that I expect a coffee to appear after i turn around. The first time i turn around it doesn't work. However, the next time I really try to expect and when I turn around I see a coffee on the table. I am freaking euphoric at this point and really can't believe this is happening. Next I decide to check out the bathroom in the hospital and I walk into a stall that is very dirty. I practice expecting the next stall to be pristine and clean and I walk into a stall that is just as I expected. After this I don't remember what happens..but I find myself in a room with my roomate. On his computer he has loaded a game of Mario or something that takes place on an island. The moment he starts the game I am transported to the island and find myself soaring over Mario's island. Me and my roommate discuss how cool it is to be in the game and flying over this island. After we explore we decide to drive home. I remember driving in the car and listening to the Lucid radio. I can't freaking believe that I just had a lucid dream and I tell my roommate that I need to write it down so that I remember it when I wake up better. Then I wake up.