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2 frags after failing a wild attemp (was gonna sneak up on Koamea)


I'm at some random hospital and I'm helping deliver a baby. Hell I think I'm In charge. Anyways. The baby was really dark...like dark as me already. And the nurse was asking me about it. She had these luminescent blue eyes.

I was at Js house and I think we were watching old Kung fu movies. Anyway. I headed outside and he had about four dogs tied up. I took one at a time and walked them around. I don't think they've ever been for a walk. They were pretty aggressive but happy that I was giving them a little freedom.

1 Dream unfortunately:
I was stood in front of a large iron stage and was holding a small blue gun, it looked as though it’d fire ping pong balls. There were lots of other girls and boys my age stood around holding the same weapons. One by one we climbed up on the stage and went behind the large red curtain at the back. I found myself in my own back garden, I looked to my left to see a chubby guy peering around a corner aiming at me. I dropped to the ground and rolled before running to the bottom of my garden before taking cover behind what appeared to be a wrought iron WW2 bomb shelter. I looked round to see the guy stood out in the open looking around, I shot him several times but he just looked in my direction and started walking towards me. Like an unstoppable robot he made his way towards me at a slow and steady pace with me constantly firing at him. This continued until he was stood almost in front of me, then he did something strange. He climbed up the walls of the bunker until he was stood on the ceiling upside down so he could get a better shot. He looked at me and took aim, whilst I darted around now firing at his head trying to get him to stop. I managed to dodge several of the things he was firing until I finally ran out of energy and passed out. Then I woke up. (Full dream- 1 Point)

Also did a WBTB (Attempt- 1 point)

This is a little complicated. In Waking Life my wife and I visited Chichen Itza and Palenque on our honeymoon, years ago. From the walls of The Temple of the Foliated Cross at Palenque, my wife drew a picture of a young Mayan man who was holding some kind of ceremonial flute, as if he were a herald.

In last night's dream my intent was to re-visit Chichen Itza and connect with DV dreamers. In the dream I was driving some kind of small motorized vehicle through a Mexican village, and I was carrying the Mayan flute with me. I realized I was driving on the sidewalk instead of the road and made a correction. I came to a tunnel and drove downward through it. Then I came to a wall of gated bars that I had to pass through to get to the other side.

I could pass through the bars but couldn't get the flute through. Two Mexican men on the other side of the bars saw me and picked up guitars as if to play music with me when I made it through. I tried and tried but couldn't get the flute to fit through.

I gave up and went back through the tunnel to the road. I then found that I could go around the tunnel on a side road and got to the other side. I saw a shaman on the other side and told him about not being able to get through the gate with the flute.

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I was in what I guess was an arcade with my brother, sister and mother. We were in a little room in the back for console games. My brother was playing Skyward Sword, which he claimed to have already beaten but was having some difficulty with it here. I started thinking about how nice it would be to have health and stamina potions for lucid dreams (because my dream body is often injured or feels fatigued, and that seems like a nice passive control solution), and lo and behold I became briefly lucid.

My focus at the time was the potions, though, so I took up two clear plastic cups with soda in them and turned the liquid red and green. I spent some time tasting and tweaking them both. In the end, the health potion tasted sort of sweet and warming, and the stamina potion tasted like Alka-Seltzer and Red Bull. During this time I'd wandered out into the pizza-parlor section of the arcade, and drawn some looks from the patrons as I paced along the rows of tables with my two cups of bright liquid. I caught the blatantly staring eyes of a young man and an older woman, probably his mother, and made a face, causing them to laugh and then look quickly away.

I headed back to the little room. At this point, my brother was trying to play Rocksmith, the game where you plug in a real electric guitar. The dream faded out a little bit, and we were in a store with a wall of amplifiers. I'm not sure who in our party wanted an amplifier, or for what purpose.

Dream 2
I was male, maybe 14, tan, with freckles across my nose and short black hair, wearing a black turtleneck and jeans. I know this because I was constantly drifting into DO. My name was Brantley, and the other guy there, slightly older, paler, with hair a bit longer and disheveled, was named Dave...Dan...there was definitely a D. We'll go with Dave for our purposes. I took him for my cousin.

I was staying with my aunt because my parents were dead. The little suburban house was shut up against outside invaders, but there was a small balcony on the upper level where you could watch the neighborhood go to pieces. The streets were crawling with undead- I'd never, in all my zombie dreams seen this kind of density in a suburban area. I ducked back inside quickly.

Eventually I found a sort of distance developing between my cousin, aunt and I. I couldn't understand it. Then Dave held a gun to my head, and said that soon enough the disease would take me and then I might hurt his mom, so I'd best go quietly now. I didn't know what he was talking about- I didn't remember being bitten- but when I pulled up my pant leg, there it was, a pulsing, sappy black wound.

Saved by the bell! That's where my alarm went off.

I got up just long enough to write that bit down, but couldn't force myself to stay up the usual 1/2 hour for my WBTB.


Dream 3
I rolled over, but my room was too unbearably hot to fall asleep, and there was noise outside. I got up and peered through the blinds. There were a dozen cars clustered in and around the drive. I had no idea what that could be about, it had to be 4 AM... I did a reality check, and sure enough it was a false awakening.

Once I was lucid, I really had no idea what to do. I thought about those dreamwalking techniques, and decided to go with "Use a door to make a portal to their dream". I grabbed the handle to my sister's closet, and tried to, I don't know, channel energy along my arm. There was a faint golden glow around the perimeter of the door. I took a deep breath. "NightSpy?" I opened the door.
My friend M.I. was crammed on top of the rack in the closet. "You're not NightSpy." "I'm not?" "Nope." "Get me down!" "Nope." I slammed the door. I repeated that same process over and over, each time trying to place more of that feeling, the sense of someone's energy into it, trying to believe that he was really there behind the door... and got more and more ridiculous results.

Eventually I switched names- "Windhover?" "Windhover?" "Windhover?" "Katsuno?" "Katsuno?" "Katsuno" "Ka- Leonard Nimoy?!" I think around the time Mr. Spock strode out of my closet, followed by Captain Kirk, both in dress uniform and both inhumanly tall, I lost lucidity. The first thing I did was hug Spock around his waist (as he was about 7'5"). He stiffly tousled my hair in what was no doubt a veiled attempt at removing me.

Dream 4
I was in a car alongside a man who was an odd combination of my older brother and Tallahassee from Zombieland. We were circling a parking lot- looking for a new vehicle better suited to our purposes. We settled on an H2 lurking in the corner, and Tally jimmied the lock. He was- I don't know, hotwiring the car- and I was standing on the top, picking off any walkers who got too close.

The parking lot belonged to a superstore, like a Wal- or K- mart, and once Tally finished what he was doing we barrelled inside. Of course, the inside was full of zombies. I wasn't sure what we were doing in here, but we fought our way to the distant left of the store and a heavy door swung open for us.

We were inside what appeared to be an animal day care. There were a bunch of kittens and hamsters, I didn't see much else. Tally appeared to know the woman who ran the place. There was one other room connected to the main room, a small kitchen. There was a door there that led outside, and had a glass window. I looked out and saw a shuffling figure nearby. I dove out of sight and hissed "Lurkers!" to the next room. The older woman pulled a shotgun out of seemingly nowhere.

The figure on the other side of the glass turned the handle and opened the door. I sighed in relief- it wasn't a lurker- but then I realized there was something off about her. She had long black hair, and red lipstick and dress, but her skin had taken on an ashy green tint and the whites of her eyes were yellow. She was clutching something wrapped in white cloth. She placed it on the table and it started moving.

"Maude, I got a baby alligator! He's real hungry- give him everything we got!" she called in a shaky, excited voice to the old woman. "I don't want that thing snacking on kittens." "Oh, he's real friendly..." I had no idea what was wrong with the girl, but I decided it was time for Tally and I to GTFO so I grabbed his arm and dragged him outside. We were on the highway in the H2 when I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an office. The office was like a hallway of big, heavy desks, rather than a big floor full of cubicles. There was some kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. But daylight flowed in through windows, giving the atmosphere more of a gold-white feel.

I stood before some desk. I had probably been given some task by "my boss," who then walked away. There was a stack of papers on the desk. I picked it up and turned away from the desk, as if I were going to walk to my own workspace.

But the hallway was now blocked all the way across by the desk of one of my old senior co-workers, RW. RW sat at his desk. In the usual mild manner he took with me, he asked me if I was happy with my new position. Apparently I was doing research on semiconductors.

I bashfully giggled and told RW it was okay. RW said, "Well, I certainly don't think I could do something like what you're doing. It would be too much for me, just picking up on semis like that. That's really hard."

I just giggled and smiled. I couldn't do anything else. RW, who does research on diagnostic equipment and PBMs, had a reputation for being extremely witty, incisive, and self-assured. He could cut anybody down. But he'd always been gentle with me. Even now, I didn't want to spoil my unique relationship with RW by getting over-confident.

But RW said, "Now, come on! You have to admit that what you're doing is pretty good!"

I didn't know what to say. I think I might have started to talk about how I thought RW's research was really cool. But before I could say that, I think RW started talking about how his reseach wasn't so difficult.

Dream #2

I was in an auditorium full of high schoolers or college kids. There was a group of high-level officials on the stage. The stage was really high up, compared to the seats. I was in the third or fourth row. But I often saw as if I were a video camera, closed right up on the group.

The group all stood in a kind of random fashion. There weren't any podiums. I'm pretty sure there weren't even any mics. There was no decoration on the stage, either. It was just a bare stage.

The people on stage were from all over the world. There was some kind of major announcement being made. It had to do with some decision of President Obama's.

But the main person, who was to make the bulk of the announcement, was alternately Obama and some tall, bald, white, slightly overweight man. But even when the man was Obama, he spoke of Obama in the third person.

The man first asked a woman to leave the room. The woman's name was something like Piti or Peetee. She looked (to my reflection now) Iranian. She had short hair in a kind of Jackie-O cut. She had pale, olive-colored skin, and a healthy, round figure. Her dress was pale blue-grey. But the fabric was really strange, like a mix between terry cloth and cashmere.

Piti left through a door to a stairwell, on the right (my right) of the stage. After she left, the man said that Piti had already determined that if Obama's decision was unfavorable to her, she would take some kind of action against him. Apparently Obama had already done something to Piti, basically barring her from making any appearances in the United States.

But Obama's decision was going to go against Piti's desires. The man explained to all of us that Piti basically had control over all of Southeast Asia. She could bar (I think the man called it "sanction" in the dream) Obama from Southeast Asia, just as he'd barred her from the United States.

It was pretty obvious (I don't know why) that it was a lot worse for Obama being "sanctioned" from Southeast Asia than it was for Piti to be barred from the United States. But it seemed pretty obvious, as well, that Obama wouldn't tolerate this sanction. So we were all basically told to prepare for a conflict.

The man had now, apparently, handed out paper presentations to all of us. The presentation was, I think, an argument for why we should aim for some kind of compromise, rather than heading into a conflict. But the presentations were all in Chinese.

A boy asked the man (who may now have been alone on the stage) if he could give an English translation of the presentation. I turned around so I could see the boy. The auditorium was huge! And it was packed -- full of high school or college students!

The boy sat at a folding chair along the right wall. He was an Asian boy with a squarish, shortish haircut, squarish glasses, and a dark blue winter jacket.

The man may have voiced a little disappointment that the boy needed translation. But there was a girl, also Asian, sitting with a female friend. This girl actually yelled back to the boy, "Why do you need a translation? Didn't you study your own language, like everybody else does?"

The boy said something like, "Well, yeah, I studied. But I just thought if we got a little translation here and there, it could help us get through the rest of the text faster on our own."

The girl sighed at the boy, like she couldn't believe what a lazy excuse-maker he was. I turned back forward and looked at my text as the girl said, "It basically says that China believes, if the whole world cooperated, we could reach the ends of the universe, with the energy we have right now."

I looked at the presentation in the hands of the girl to my left. There was a screenshot printed on the page. The shot was of some YouTube video, showing some view of the universe. The sky was mostly black, with just a few faint dots of stars.

For some reason I was now running to the bathroom. I was somehow involved with some meeting with President Obama. But it also had to do with some branch of Satanism. The branch was named something like Gen Schele. But "Gen" may have been "Glen." And "Schele" may have been "Shell" or "Schnell."

Obama had possibly already explained something to me about the government, this cult, and some decision being made in international affairs. I really disapproved of it. I thought it would end with a lot of people dying. But I thought it would be weak to voice my disapproval. And I acted like it was perfectly natural.

But now I needed to go to the bathroom so bad! I was running toward a restroom. I was wearing khaki shorts for some reason (great way to meet the President, right?). And now I couldn't hold my pee anymore. The inner thighs of my shorts were all soaked.

I didn't think it was so bad. If I got to the bathroom and to a urinal, I could pee the rest of the way in there. Then my shorts would likely dry quickly.

I was in a bathroom now, peeing in a urinal. But my pee was coming out so much, so forcibly, that I was still spraying all over my shorts, making them even more and more soaked. Plus, I just wasn't stopping! I had peed so much that the urinal was completely full. A huge puddle was already forming on the floor.

At some point Obama saw me. He asked me, with a bit of disappointment and disdain, what was bothering me so much. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me. I didn't want him to think I was weak. But I'm pretty sure he knew what was bothering me.

I just wanted, really badly, to finish peeing, so I could go into one of the stalls, crouch into a fetal position, and just lie there until my shorts finally dried.

(When I woke up, I seriously expected to find that I'd wet the bed, my dream was so vivid. But, thankfully, I did not. Also -- just as a side note, the "Gen Schele" might be a mix-up of the name of the artist Egon Schiele, and also of the name Rothschild. I've been reading about the Rothschilds lately.)

Katsuno's Dreams

Didn't get much sleep last night...

1st: (Fragment) I remember being inside a beach house looking out to the ocean. The water was crystal clear and the sun was shining. This probably was my Dream Island I incubated last night

2nd: It was night and I was in front of a castle. I was a soldier and I had a big sword. For some reason I watched myself from the third person. Somebody was with me and I think it was a friend. Suddenly some soldiers rushed towards me. I evaded and did a butterfly twist and used the rotation power to hit him with the sword. I didn't cut him but his helmet broke in two. (I could do those moves because I watched "Ong Bak" last night lol). He attacked again and I did a flick-flack and kicked him away. I don't remember much but I think I pretty much beat his ass up...

I was in the backyard at my dads house with my brother and my cousin. There were two pools instead of one. My cousin and brother kept jumping over the first pool and landing on the concrete between the first and second pool. I didn't get why they were, but I knew they were doing it on purpose.

Had a frag where I was about to cook but I realized I had been eating chicken and mixed vegetables for three days in a row. Nathan made an appearance and borrowed a 5 for the snack machine.


I'm in the desert and I'm trying to park my car. For some reason I do it with a remote from someone else's car. The controlls get jacked up and the car goes flying down the interstate. Micheal Strahan is there and he's telling me some hind sight crap about how I shouldnt have done it.

I also remember seeing Acatalephoc...I just don't remember why.

And watching a SNL skit that involved lots of sex and coke.

08.01.2012

Escape + Beached Gorrilla (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
This is the first new entry in my dream journal since 2009. I am trying to get back into it. No lucids here but I know it is only a matter of time if I stick with it.

I live on a world that has been entirely taken over by fascists - typical arrogant long-black-coat wearing military types. Anyway there is a resistance movement but it is too dangerous to be organised - even talking in code is immediately noticed so we communicate using only eye contact, and then only when it is safe to do so.
So, I do this really dangerous sabotage on one of their bases, involves really risky sneaking about. I do it and get away but before I am clear they notice the sabotage and begin hunting for the culprit. I am running across country trying to cover as much ground as possible but I have been cut and am bleeding, and they are using dogs. I feel I will be caught even though I am using tricks like running along shallow rivers and stuff - I feel they are toying with me. There is a lot more to this dream, I get harboured by this big community - lots of kids running around, and I employ someone to fix up a shelter I have acquired, but it is just fragments.


I have a few other interesting dreams, but I cannot remember more than fragments, so I try WBTB, and have this dream...

A huge (almost king-kong size) gorilla had become beached (as in like a whale) after a fight with something - a shark maybe - anyway it had a bad injury to it's head, but it is concious and sitting up. I was sort of watching all this from a distance but there was a news reporter narrating details. Apparantly the gorilla's head injury is so bad there is a hole to it's brain and they are going to use a precision guided missile to cauterise it (the gorilla is too dangerous to get close to). I think, 'WTF?', and I go to the BBC website to see if this is for real (duh!) There is a big list of reasons why they have to close the hole in it's head before they can release it back to the wild - it might put something in and damage it's brain, or another gorilla might, or it might get infected, there was a big list of daft reasons but I can't remember.
Anyway, I watch this procedure and it works - they fire the missile from a helecopter and the hole gets sealed.
I think it is really cool how they did this.

Once again, I went to sleep listening to some binaural beats from ninjasleeper. Vivid dreams again, I think this one was like an hour long.

Dream
I'm on a planet that looked like Felucia mixed with Iacon from Transformers. It was futuristic and organic so I named it Cyber-Fungal, it was a bit of a jungle tbh.

I was with two other people, one was a girl who looked like Max from Batman Beyond and one could've been Gandalf but I get a strong feeling it was Jack Bauer, the girl could change into water which came in handy wbecause most of the dream involved us going through sewers and pipes. The man didn't have any powers I don't think but he was the leader so I followed him.

We got to a section of the city which was high up, probably a roof or fire escape. The girl had died I can't remember how but she was gone. Me and the other guy saw a huge Chinese/Taiwanese puppet/toy in the sky, it was huge and its fingers were connected to the city. I'm guessing it was the thing we had to free the people from.

Being severely outmatched we called it a day and retreated.
Still, shoulda gone lucid, especially being on another planet.

Last night I had a lot of beers. I got home pretty drunk and didn't expect to remember any dreams tonight. I tried to meditate, but it was no use at all. I woke up in the morning, but I didn't have to get out of bed yet. I decided to snooze for a bit, fell asleep and got the following two dreams:

Dream one
I was riding a bicycle and for some reason knew that I was dreaming. I forgot why and it never happened to me before, so I was quite surprised. I did a RC by pinching my nose and it worked! I was actually dreaming! (This is the first lucid dream I can actually remember having in detail)

I was supposed to take a right turn, but I was lucid now so I could do anything. I noticed a brand spanking new Porsche on the side of the road and decided to take it. When I entered the car, the owner came up to me to cause trouble. I tried to dismiss him by telling him to go away. It didn't work, I guess I don't have full control yet. The owner tells me 'I'm a figment of his imagination', obviously something I've read here. I don't care about him and drive away.

Immediately there are police cars everywhere. Awesome. I wasn't sure if they were after me, but it didn't really matter to me. I drove pretty fast although I didn't pay any attention to other traffic. At this point I thought I maybe had to stabilize the dream by using all my senses. So I started to feel the textures of the car. And that's all I remember. The dream probably stopped there.


Dream two
I was lying in bed in the same room I fell asleep in. But it was pretty obvious that I was dreaming. The bed was bigger, the room had a bigger window, the sheets were softer and it was very very bright. I did the nose pinch RC to confirm I was dreaming, it worked. I looked outside the window and noticed something floating through the air. It was some kind of receipt, floating on the wind. It looked very real and made me think that I was watching some 3D movie or something. I don't know why.

The receipt floated through my window and into the room. It looked very peaceful and relaxing. This was a very vivid dream. Too bad that I was alone in this bed. I tried to imagine another person with me to share the experience with, and it partially worked. But I guess it was too strong, because as soon as it started to work, my dream was over.

12.07.2009

Weird Marina Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am by the sea, some kind of marina. A beautiful sunny day, blue sky and sea. Lots of people in the water, swimming, small boats, peddlos, and dingys and such like.
I am like a third persom flycam or something - I don't remember having a body and my perspective is panning and zooming over and in amongst it all.
There is this big afro guy with dreadlocks and a bright spandex type swimsuit. He is becoming the centre of everyones attention. He is wearing these skates that are like mini jet-skis, some new invention. He is skating on the water posing lots and impressing everybody, I think he must be making an advertisment for those new skates or something but I think he is actually being a bit dangerous and people are getting a bit pissed off with him after a bit of his antics....I wake up...

#1
I was in a car with my dad. I was the driver. We were arguing about something

#2
2 woman stood in front of a freezer and were talking about the food in it in. The same conversation was repeated in French, Dutch and English.

#3
I was standing at a bus stop, surrounded by many people. I looked at the sky and saw a moving black spot. First I thought it was a plane but after observing it for a while, I realized it was a dragon. The people around me commented on it: "Look, a dragon!", "Oh my god", etc.
I thought it was strange and said out loud "It must be a dream."
Everything turned black and it felt like I was going to wake up so I rubbed my hands that I could no longer feel.
I saw a hallway for a few seconds but it disappeared again. I tried spinning but it didn't have any effect whatsoever because the dream turned to 3rd person perspective and I couldn't percieve my body.

I could feel the transition from dream to wakefulness and remembered to try to have an out-of-body experience.
I tried phantom wiggling and straining the brain. It worked after 3 seconds. (techniques from School of Lucid Dreaming by Michael Raduga)
I couldn't see anything but thought it would be better to be able to move first.
I tried to pull myself backwards out of my body (I slept on my stomach). I got stuck at my waist so I tried turning myself around. I now faced the ceiling but got stuck at my waist again. I tried creating vision and it worked. It was still very dark and I saw a shade drifting above my head. It felt like it had already followed me for a while but that in real life I simply couldn't see it.
I got a little scared because I didn't expect it to notice me. I closed my eyes and tried levitating and sinking below my bed.
It didn't work so I decided to wake up so I wouldn't forget the experience.

Here is another day with no dream recall. When I woke up this morning I thought I remembered something, but my kitty wouldn't let me focus on it long enough to get hold of the memory. Oh, well... that's the cost of waking up next to a cute face each morning... and it's sooooo worth it!

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

WITAT:
Third person dream.

Lucid Dream
"Clarity!"

Thanks.

Once again, lazy.

This dream I think started out with me going down some neighbourhood on my bike, riding down the hill. The trees were pretty brown, in the sense that even the leaves were brown too. In fact, there was a lot of brown, like New Vegas a lot. I don't remember how, but I became lucid. Did the usual stabilizing routine. Then I had decided to make the dream little more vivid by following advice from Facepunch's very own dream section. It was to yell clarity, but all it did was worsen my sight every time I did, to the point where I turned blind.

Thanks a lot -.-