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I’m at a small grocery store. If I remember right, the owner doesn’t let me in at first, because the store is closed. I get in and get the things I need. There are two lines, both very long. I choose one. Another lane opens and people pour in, me being a bit late. The new line remains the shortest though, and I move over there. I get to the checkout and the cashier is the owner. As he check my things another customer comes and asks about a hair growth product. The owner, jokingly, says that it costs 30 euros – per hair. The customer starts counting his strands of hair, but is unable to count them all and gives up. The cashier checks the rest of my stuff. There are fruit, vegetables and a few colorful boxes of things. They are all pretty small.

22.02.2012

Nuke myself... and as many bastard zombies as possible. (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I haven't been remembering my dreams as much recently. It could be due to focusing more on university and taking less naps. However, today I was exhausted after class, and hit my bed like free willy not clearing the wall. I was asleep in under five minutes.

I had a short, strange dream about walking the queen of England through a busy city centre and helping her onto a submarine which was docked in a canal. I woke up after the dream, but didn't move or open my eyes. Instead I "looked around" with my eyes, just to see what would pop up. A table solidified in front of me. I was sitting at it. A few seconds more and it became clear that I was in a booth at an american-style diner. I drummed my knuckles on the table and looked around. I was sitting beside the window, and it was pitch black outside. The only light came from small oil lamps scattered around the diner. The diner itself was bare and run-down. I remembered that part of the task of the year was to survive the Trinity Test of the first nuclear bomb, and it struck me that the diner could be part of a purpose-built "nuke town"- built cheap and designed to be blown up. In thinking this, I made it so.

A man approached my table from the right. He appeared to be a sheriff, and looked almost exactly like the sheriff from the start of Kill Bill. He said something to me in his southern-american drawl, adjusted his belt, and walked out of the diner into the dark. I can't remember what he said, but I inferred from it that a nuclear test was about to take place, and I should make myself scarce. Standing up from the booth, I noticed a huge, bright red metal cylinder in front of the till. It was about a metre and a half in diameter, and went from the floor all the way up through the ceiling. I assumed the first nuclear bomb must be inside at the top, waiting to be dropped.

With this in mind, I went behind the counter and into the kitchen, where I found a ladder and trapdoor leading to the roof. The wind on the roof was incredible. It roared past me, and I could see the changing course of the streams of air all around the building. It was very dark in the streets below, but the occasional light was on outside buildings. In the gloom I noticed strange dark figures running back and forth. They were jagged-looking, like they were crudely-cast shadows. A little curious, I turned to the top of the bomb container. There were still two army grunts working frantically on a complicated control panel. Their sense of urgency was compounded by the howling of the wind, and every so often they would make reference to "zombies". I wondered then, whether this nuclear test could have an alterior motive- the eradication of a population of zombies. As most people know, I am a firm supporter of zombie rights. Namely, the right to a swift and comically violent death. To attract as many of these shadowy zombies into the kill zone as possible, I ran to all four sides of the roof, shouting like a maniac. Dark shapes in the street below darted through patches of light towards the diner. They were quick and waif-like. Some even started hopping up the side of the buildings nearby. I looked over my shoulder at the army guys and motioned for them to hurry it along. I turned my back on them and saw a dark figure peering up over the edge of the roof. He jumped up, and everything froze.

The wind stopped howling and everything fell silent at once. Within a split second, a white-hot, orange light expanded from behind me. It was hot, and covered everything in my field of view in an instant. All I could hear was a high-pitched whine, and I could feel the blast burning. I roared as loud and long as I could -which I noted felt a lot longer than I could have done on a normal lungful of air- and the roar became part of the noise of the explosion. By the time the roar was finished, I had lost touch with any kind of physical body. My point-of-view had zoomed out beyond the town, which I could now see was on a narrow penninsula. The explosion obliterated it entirely.

In what seemed like only a few seconds later, I zoomed back in and found myself in a body again. I was deep underground, beneath where the town had been. I had a pickaxe in my hand, and was listlessly tapping on some loose rock. From there, the dream became a bit like Minecraft, -which I have tragically never played- and I lost lucidity.

I have been dreaming of vehicles for the past several nights. I am always going someplace, but don't know destination and I don't know if I ever reached it.

#1: I was poisoned with two other people. It was night time. These two people died eventually, and I arrived at a kebab shop or something like that. The owner was a large man with some facial hair which makes a very tiny beard. He saw that I was poisoned and slapped his assistant on the head and said "Call an ambulance!" in some kind of accent. I waited for the ambulance, but when it arrived it drove passed, I could hear what they said, the driver said "That's not him, keep going." I waited and waited, I saw some guys kicking a ball around. I remember my condition getting worse, then waking up.

#2: I was walking somewhere and there was this amazing view, similar to that from the dream with the travelling bag salesman. I was with some friends, not sure who though. I saw the girl who appeared in other dreams and she was with some other people, one of which had big, curly hair. He got angry at me and I grabbed him. However the most prominant figure in this dream was the girl, even thought it should have been focusing on the guy, it was actually her who I could see the best.

2012-02-28
We arrive in Tibet (which I know next to nothing about, and the stuff my mind came up with ranges from wildly inaccurate to patently absurd). It is still like the world was in the time of Jesus. Everyone is very poor. I talk to one of the monks in the orange robes. I want to ask him about lucid dreaming, but there are other things to talk about first, and I let him steer the conversation. He talks about how their language, French, used to be the most widely used language, and now they are side-lined as English has taken its palce. I tell him I know I am simply lucky that my language is the widely used one. He tells me I have many years to learn other languages. I tell him about how I am trying to learn German.

There are all these quarters on the ground. I pick one up, but I get the feeling that I wasn't supposed to, so I put it back down later. Then I pick up another one later. I see the monks periodically placing them on the ground. Er... oops. I really was not supposed to do that. I try to sneakily place the quarter back on the ground, but the monk I've been talking to catches me. He yells at me, saying that picking up the quarters is very wrong, causing a curse that can hurt or kill people. He made that mistake when he was younger, and people died. I'm really sorry. I didn't know. I won't do it again.

We walk. Pretty much all of the people here besides the monks are old, poor, French-speaking women, and all the monks are men. I don't see any children, although I think there are a couple other tourists, like me. The monks provide the old women with aid and advice, where they can. The monk follows me into a room, probably on a boat. I am looking at a barbecue pork recipe on the wall, while eating a piece of barbecue chicken with my hands. He asks me what it is, and I tell him.

Outside again, the monk kisses me on the forehead. This feels very weird, and I am not comfortable with this at all.

In the night, we are woken by a loud noise. We get up to go check it out. It was just a loud machine, though. The monk talks to one of the women in French. I get separated from him somewhere along the way. I'm using my cell phone for light, where there are not other lights. I'm in the living room of my old house now. I see my mom. She jumps onto the fireplace, climbing up the brick in a way that seems creepily inhuman. On the mantelpiece above the fireplace, there are two statues. There are supposed to be four. My 'mom' takes one of the remaining statues, leering at me. She is not supposed to do that. The monks will be mad. That's much worse than when I picked up the quarters, and she is doing it on purpose! I throw my phone at her.

I wake up. It's 4:15 am. At first I just jot down some notes, but that dream was so cool/weird that I decide to write it all out in the middle of the night instead of waiting for the morning.

There's a large well. I am Ian, and the Doctor and possibly Barabara are here, too (from Doctor Who). I dropped the ring down the well, but I need to get it back. There is some sort of sprite/spirit in the well, controlling the water. First the water level goes down, then it goes back up. I dive into the water to retrieve the ring and am sucked down into a hole at the bottom of the well.

I'm travelling with a partner. We're in a shop. I buy a floppy hat. We leave the shop, which is just one small part of a bigger place. For some reason, we're signing up to fight in a gladiatorial event. The line for it is very long and slow. This place has the atmosphere of a casino. It's confusing when I finally get to the front of the line. There's a teller open, but I'm not sure I can use that one. There are signs, but somehow that just confuses me even more. Are fighters supposed to only sign up at the particular teller? I end up using the same one my friend did, after he is done. The person there thinks I am someone she knows, named Rita. I play along. Half my information (address, name, etc.) is fake anyways. I probably wouldn't get through this with a teller who didn't 'know' me. I'm nervous about being discovered, though, but eventually I am done signing up, and I get my 'lotto' tickets that I can use if I survive.

It's night. The fight will be tomorrow. The guy who runs this place is evil. I find stairs going up, but when I get to the top, there is nothing there. I guess it will lead somewhere once they're finished setting up. I go back down.

I put on the floppy hat I bought earlier. It takes me a while to get all the plastic tag bits off of it. I'm with the other gladiators. I encourage them to rebel. When the staff comes along, I attack them (oddly, just this one scene is in third person). I get completely piled on, but when the others start fighting, too, I get a chance to escape.

I walk through the fire escape door, deliberately and without hesitation, even though I know I will probably be caught quickly, since these things are well guarded. The fire alarm goes off, and I step out into a corridor. The guard outside the door seems to know me. He asks how some plot I'm supposed to know about is going. I don't know what to say, but I'm not worried about that right now. I'm looking for a door that actually leads outside. I find an office, instead. I turn around and try going the other way. I find the door that actually leads outside and I start walking along the street, eager to get away. The guard is following me like some sort of puppy, complaining about how tired he is because he didn't get any sleep last night. I tell him he wouldn't have gotten any rest if he had stayed on guard duty anyway.

In the past month and a half, I've had 2 lucids. I don't quite recall them much, but I've been far too lazy. So, this March, I'll be back to my relugar thing, MILDing, and DEILDing. So I just wanted to confirm that with my readers. I do remember do the January task and the Twin Tower task in one of the lucids though.

I am playing in a high school all star game, and playing the best of anyone on the floor. When it comes time for the slam dunk contest, I know that I won't be able to dunk. For some reason there are NBA players out there, I choose possibly the worst player for a dunk contest, Dirk Nowitzki, and give him the ball to take my place. Dirk says "ready for the Serge Ibaka free throw line dunk?" I am really excited to see dirk pull this off, but when he goes up he throws the ball off the backboard and completely misses. I knew I should have tried.

I am walking around the lake in my neighborhood with a blonde girl, I don't know who it was. I either caught a fish or just saw a big one, don't remember. When we get to the table I see my friends Steve, Dylan, Max, Cody, and Jimmy sitting there. They are mad at me for not stopping to talk to them, I say "well you should have called and told me you were here." Jimmy catches up to us and I introduce them

I am running around an indoor track which is inside a library. I am with my ex girlfriend. I want to go to Blue Ridge. I remember being on a highway that i have seen before in a dream.

I got pulled over with a small bag of bud in my car (should have known i was dreaming as I quit smoking) I walk up to the courtroom in Blue Ridge, which is very old. When I open the door 3 puppies run out, I see the "judge" and jury. The judge puts my charge into a computer which then prints out my ticket, the charge is $525 dollars. I start freaking out because that is so high, a woman in the jury is laughing at me. I scream "why are you laughing?! this is not funny!"

In which I'm unexpectedly in Delhi and have an altercation with a cafe worker...

I'm walking into the airport in Delhi with my backpack and a handbag when I see Sarah Dog wandering around in front of the terminal. This is surprising because we just found her a home in Texas last week, but there is no way she can explain how she got herself all the way to India so I simply try to catch her. She is happy to come to me, but I don't have a leash so I have difficulty making her walk along beside me. Eventually I just lift her up and carry her into the terminal. This is exhausting and cumbersome because I was already loaded down with luggage.

I sit near a stariwell in the waiting room with my backpack in the seat next to me and Sarah Dog on the floor with my finger curled under her collar. Suddenly I see my father coming up the stairs. I'm surprised again as I wonder how he could be in Delhi. In fact, I look away at first, thinking that it is impossible that my father could be here. But then when I look back, he is coming to embrace me and I'm certain it is him. I feel relief replace the confusion- now he can help me get this dog back to Texas.

I ask my father what he is doing here and he says he will explain everything later. He greets Sarah Dog familiarly and at first this surprises me too, but then I remember that I'd brought her to Houston during the time I'd had her. They are old friend. He tells me to run to the cafeteria and get us some coffee and cookies and then we can explain to one another how all three of us ended up in Delhi.

The airport is now laid out like the Riverside Campus, and I'm walking to the horrible little cafe they have there. Once I get there, however, it is run instead by an Indian man and there is a larger variety of delicious food. I get in line and wonder why the Riverside Campus doesn't always employ this cafe instead of the disgusting one they usually have. Then I remember that I'm not at home- I'm in Delhi. For a moment, I start to wonder how I got here, but then I notice that the line is getting shorter and I must order soon. Other patrons are walking off with delicious looking food: wraps, kolaches, samosas, milk shakes, etc. I look at the blackboard menu behind the counter but I can't read any of the words. I try as hard as I can, but I can't make out any familiar marks.

Now it is my turn, but I can't order because I can't read the selection. I try to stall a little and make some indecisive remarks. There is a goth-dressed couple behind me, and they say some insulting comments about me under their breath. I turn around and yell at them. I'm very angry so I lose my cool and cuss at them. Then I realize I sound stupid, and I try to add a witty insult. The best I can come up with is, "and there's no excuse for goth clothes once you're over the age of 14. You look like self-absorbed brats!" They roll their eyes and laugh at me, but I feel better.

I turn back to the man behind the counter, and as I'm trying again to decipher the words on the menu, my eyes stumble upon the cookies next to the register. I had forgotten! My father asked me to get cookies! I order two cookies and two cups of black coffee. I start to worry about how long I've left my father holding on to Sarah Dog and I hope all is well.

The guy behind the counter rings me up for exactly $5.23. I pull out my debit card but he explains that he will only take cash. No problem. I hand him a 20 and he tells me he has no change. This is starting to irritate me, so I give him a 10. He says still that he has no change, and this provokes the release of a violent beast that I normally keep tied up, deep down inside me. I lean across the counter, with one knee actually on the countertop, and I grab the man by the collar and pull him toward me until his face and mine are only inches apart. I scream, red in the face and at the top of my lungs, "How can you expect me to pay with cash when you don't even have change for a 10?" I shake him back and forth, over and over again, shouting, "This doesn't make sense!"

The man tells me to please calm down and explains that I could simply pay with a 5. I slam a fist into his register and scream, "but the bill is MORE THAN 5 dollars. Don't you get it? There is no way to pay with a bill less than 10 unless I walk around with a pocket full of coins." The man acknowledges this, and says that since I neglected to carry around the proper coinage, he would kindly allow me to pay just 5 dollars instead of $5.23.

As the people in line were staring at me amusedly and the other employees looked ready to call the police, I stepped back. I gave the man a 5 and started to feel that I had perhaps over-reacted. He took the 5, and as he opened the drawer to the cash register, I pretended not to see the huge amount of change he had inside. Then he handed me my cookies, two of them soaked to mush and wrapped in wet paper napkins, and my coffee, blonde with a large quantity of added milk*. It's served in a glass with a handle that is too hot to touch. When I taste it, it is sweet like tres leches cake.

I give up. I ask for my 5 dollars back and tell them to just forget it. They respond that they can't give me my money back because I've already received the food I paid for. I scream again, this time jumping up on the counter itself, that they have given me nothing. They point, increduously at the coffee and cookies as if there is nothing at all wrong with them and I'm just being spoiled. I jump off the counter and on to the cashier's side. I grab the cookie mush in one hand and the cashier's shoulder in the other. I'm about to smear the mess on his face, but I notice that another employee is already on the phone with the police. I'm in an airport after all, and I don't want this to be the sort of day in which I wake up expecting a perfectly normal stream of events but then find myself in a life-altering situation that involves jail time or ongoing court cases or an evaluation of my sanity**.

The dream fades here.



*I did not realize this in the dream, but in real life both these things have significance to me. The cookies are from preschool, one of the first embarassing moments of my life. We were served milk in small paper cups and cookies on a napkin every day for snack. Some of the other kids used to enjoy drinking their milk, unwitnessed, until their cup was empty, then wrapping their cookies in a napkin and dipping it into the empty cup. They'd pull it out and say, "Magic! The cookies are still dry!" I tried this trick myself once but forgot to drink the milk. When I pulled out my sad wet napkin, my cookies were wet mush. The preschool teacher made me eat them anyway. I was mortified. As for the milky coffee, it is annoyingly difficult to get a cup of black filter coffee in India with the milk on the side. They want to make instant coffee out of Nescafe or else foam up the milk and pour it into the cup for you or else make you a capuccino or any variety of espressos and other concoctions. But ordering a cup of simple black filter coffee with milk on the side which you can add yourself to your liking is completely foreign at most places in India. They always screw it up and give you some sweet milky monstrosity they call "milk coffee"
** Just to be clear, I've never actually had a day like that, but in my dream I was convinced I had.

I woke up in what seem to be dank and dreary-sp? room. In the room was a throne on the throne was Maleficent. There might have been other (Disney) villains but my attention was mostly focused on Maleficent. She made this long winded speech...but I only got "You (me) will happy us (them/her) on the way to greatness". I refused. She got out her medivalish wand and said "Cruio". I resisted. She just told them to tie me up. But I fight back..I woke up before anything else could happe

Two nights ago I had a dream that I was an animal at a party at "The Bear in the big blue house" TV show. Something about a tape..and then it changed to a cross between two other kids' tv shows Franklin the turtle and Timothy goes to School." I was a fox.. and somehow in the woods I got "stuck" in the snow near a waterfall. I was trying to get out of it (the woods look to be from Franklin) . Only after I asked for help from two other people did the snow melt and I was able to get out if it

2/27/12

DILD

The dream started at my old boy scout camp (looked nothing like it). There was a large canyon that divided our campsite from the rest of the camp. I am on the far side and there are a series of tunnels that appear to be made out of card board. I am heading back to the campsite when I see a squirrel. Just to be cute I pick up a peanut and offer it to him. He runs up and then wants more. The ground is covered in peanuts so I keep feeding him as we head back. I show a younger group of scouts the squirrel.

As we head back over the canyon, we have to pull the bridge out behind us. There are a few people bringing up the rear. One has the large heavy suit that reminded me of the juggernauts in CoD. The guy next to me starts to pull the bridge before they are on. Being in a giant suit, the one guy isn't agile enough to make the small gap. He grabs onto the bridge and is hanging off. I run to help. I, for some reason, am holding some giant LED sign. I reach it toward him, and it turns out to be a very strong magnet. I help him get up and mention something about the magnet as we walk back. I am joined by some famous person who happens to be at the camp. I remember thinking ben would love to hear that this guy is here.

There is some gap but we start to play a shooting game. We are getting set up and I have a sniper. As I get ready, the other team starts to sneak up from across a small valley. I have 3 perfect snipes on this one girl, but it doesn't do anything. I am kind of pissed. They start to come over to our side of the valley. I pick up a gun from the ground that is a sniper that shoots explosive arrows. I shoot a few at another girl's feet. One sticks her. None of them do any damage. I start walking around and people are shooting me with tiny pistols. I am talking about how none of these guns do any damage. I somehow pull up a screen where I can see my health. After letting some black guy shoot me for like 15 seconds straight at point blank, I still had 550 health out of 1500. I start walking away, but people keep chasing me.

I am running along and eventually become lucid. I try to get away from these 3 guys chasing me. I can't fly because there is tree over my head. I quickly start climbing branches and reach the top in seconds. I try to fly but I can't get a good lift off because the tree branch bends down as I try to jump. I decide to use this to my advantage and start hanging from the edge of the largest branch. I pull it down to the ground and use it to catapult myself into the air. I reach the ground and launch up. However, I mistimed my arm pull and didn't launch far. I land back on the branch and go for it again. I time it right and get flung hundreds of feet.

I land somewhere in the camp again. The game is still going on. I think it would be cool to morph into a transformer. Right when I think that, my point of view shifts and I am like 10 ft. tall. I walk forward and my movement is very stiff and robot-like. I can feel weird hinges bending. I reach forward and can shoot energy balls out of my hands. After shooting a few people, I thrust into the air and fly towards to stars. I lose the dream. (I never thought to look down at myself as a transformer or try to transform into something else, which would have been sweet)

three nights ago I had a dream. I was in castle nursery there were Disney princesses pics all around the nursery (it was an all-girls nursery) I was their nanny it seems. I was kind of a magical kind of nanny and I could make the Disney princesses come to "life". Well it was sunny day and the girls and the Disney princesses and I were outside at an pinic table having a pinic. Then the scene changed and I know its the same dream. I was seeing Disney villians watching what I and the girls, and disney princess were doing via a TV (an old tv at that) and they said "kill them". Then it switched back to me and I said exactly those words. But I covered my mouth after realizing what I had said. The Disney princess and the girls just stared at me shocked.