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Old LD from 10-22-07

I forgot to add this one from a few weeks ago. It wasn't a long one, but it had a lucid moment. I think I'll add it here because I think every moment of lucidity should be accounted for.


Dreams:

I had an interesting stretch of dreams this morning after a WBTB. I even had a lucid moment.


In the dream I was back with my sister that has cancer. [Ususally when I dream about "my sister" I'm talking about my younger sister. My older sister doesn't show up as often.] We were in a little room that was supposed to be in her new-ish house.

We were looking through all these pictures and reminiscing. Then my sister pulled out a large picture and say, "Hey, you've never seen this one yet , have you?" The picture was of myself with her 14 year old son. In the picture he looked more grown up. It was a very flattering picture of us. We both look like we could be models.

I then pulled out a box that not only had pictures but a pair of my sister's socks. The socks were a pinkish tan color with chocolate brown stripes. I told her how cute they were. Then I remembered that they were similar to a pair of socks that she had supposed gotten me for Christmas last year. I figured she had gotten them at the same place.

Then my mom and other sister were there too looking through these boxes with us.

The next thing that I remember is walking through her kitchen and seeing the little black boy there. He was about 3 years old . At first I can't figure out why he is there. But then I remembered that she babysat for a few kids.

I reached out and try to hug this little boy, but he wanted nothing to do with me. I then looked over and see two little black girls. I also try to talk with them and be friendly, but they both walked away from me. I felt bad.


There seems to be a transition here. I think this is still part of the same dream, though.

I was walking though a college campus with a preschool group. One of the little girls was Japanese. She seemed to like me and let me pick her up. We somehow got a little behind the others, so I finally had to run to try to catch up. At one point I tripped and we rolled on the grass. Neither of us were hurt at all. I got up and felt like something was missing, but couldn't figure out what.

I looked a ways ahead and saw the last of the preschool goup head into the store/restaurant. I finally caught up and walked in. The group was now gone. I didn't have the little girl anymore. The lady inside asked me if I wanted any of the free lunch they had been serving to the preschool group. I said, "Sure".

It was then I realized that my purse was missing. I started to panic. I had lost it on the college campus. I knew that it was very unlikely that I would ever see it again. I started telling the lady I was with how I had lost it. She was sympathizing with me.

Then I remember saying, "You know, I think it's going to be okay. When I wake up my purse will be there. It's not really gone. This has happened to me before, and when I woke up the purse was there. I just need to try and stop worrying about it now."

Then I have no idea what happened next. I do know lucidity ended (if it was ever really there to begin with. Even though I was saying that, I never had that "Ah ha, I'm dreaming" moment. This is the first time I can think of there I made reference to myself dreaming with out truly becoming lucid. )


I then remember being in my basement. There was a crack in the wall and my cat was watching some silverfish bugs come out of the crack. She was swatting her paw at them.

I really think something is missing from my memory here. But the next thing I remember is being attacked by these large metal bugs. They were black and about a foot across. one looked like a spider and the other a scorpion.

I was upstairs at this point and I ran down into the basement. I frantically started looking for a hammer or something to smash them with. All I could find were a pair of roller blades. I picked one one of them and when the bugs came down the stairs I started smashing them with the roller blade.

Amazingly they both just fell apart like they were cheap toys. I then ran my hands through the pile of pieces. I suddenly thought about movies that I had seen. I figured it was a very good idea to put the pieces in separate bags to dispose of them, just in case they all came together and came to life again.

Then my alarm went off...

Old LD from 11-7-07


I finally had a decent sized lucid dream this morning. I did a WBTB (woke up at 5:30, went back to sleep at 6:30, had the LD and woke up at 7:30). And I took some B6.

Dream (Lucid):

I remember being with some people and going into the Caldwell's old house on the corner. I heard someone comment how they liked what the new owners did to the backyard. The group I was with walked into the backyard. I was expecting something pretty, but all I saw was junk. The rest went through the back door and into the house.

I started to follow, but then I saw my friend RD and her 19 month old daughter Catherine. I went over to her. I suddenly felt that we needed to go somewhere or we'd be late. But Catherine wanted to get on the swing in the yard. I felt impatient, but RD put Catherine on the swing. I gave in and started to push her gently on the swing.

As her daughter swung on the swing, RD started to sing the most beautiful song I had ever heard. I was mesmerized. I sat down and watched RD as she sang. RD then looked right into my eyes as she sang. I had the strongest feeling that there was something I was supposed to understand. I knew she was trying to pass me a message. I suddenly realized that this was a dream and the message that I was supposed to get that I was supposed to have a baby. I felt shocked for a moment.

Then realizing that I was lucid, I decided that I needed to go on and try the Task of the Month, that the message would have to wait, and I would deal with that when I was awake.

There is a fuzzy moment here that I can't explain.

At that moment I felt that I wasn't entirely asleep. That I was aware of my physical body still in bed and that I was only barely in the dream. But then I stood up and moved, and my dream body moved and not my physical body. I always know that when that happens after a WILD, that I am fully in the dream. So I really felt that I had just WILDed even though I'm pretty sure that I got to this point from the previous part of the dream.

But however I got here, I was now running around the house trying to find a mirror. As I got to the driveway, I saw a mirror that looked like a side mirror for a truck, but it wasn't actually attached to a truck. It was about 12 inches wide. I decided that even though it was small that I would use that to help me transform into a guy.

I looked at myself. At first I looked just like I did in last night's mirror LD. My hair was longer that it is and slightly curled. I concentrated on looking more like a guy.

At first I just started to look kind of deformed (as is typical of many lucid mirror experiences of mine.) Finally I started to look a little more masculine. I had no make up, my skin looked a little rougher (though I couldn't quite get stubble to show). My hair, even though it was still long and blond, looked more matted.

I reached down to touch my body to see if the transformation went beyond my face. First I touched my crotch. I didn't feel anything extra. Disappointed I moved up and touched my breasts. They were a bit smaller than normal.

I wondered if I should keep trying to make the changes more complete. But before I could, a group of guys walked past me down in the street. I decided I needed to see if I could pass for a guy. So I ran out to them.

I said to them in as much as a guy voice as I could create, "Hi, dudes." That sounded really funny to me, so I couldn't help but to giggle at little after that. The giggle did not sound man-like at all. I wondered if I had blown it.

The guys didn't say anything but were looking at me like they thought I was a total loser, and that they wished I would disappear. A group of girls met up with them, and everyone was still ignoring me.

So I tried again. I asked loudly, "What do you guys see when you look at me?"

One of the guys snorted and said something like, "Do you really want us to tell you??" And then the others joined in, laughing and making rude comments. But none of the comments gave me the answer I was looking for--did they see me as a guy or girl ?

This wasn't working out at all like I had wanted it to. So I decided to leave this rude group and try again. I saw a building in front of me that I knew had a girl's bathroom in it. I ran into the bathroom. It was full of at least ten girls all standing in front of this very large mirror.

I started shouting at them, "I need to transform! Help me transform into a guy!!" I started to push my way through the girls to the mirror.

I remember thinking as I shouted at them that my dream self was far more bold than my real self is. I wouldn't dream of shouting at a bunch of girls in a bathroom like that in real life.

As I got to the mirror I finally took a good look at what I had looked like out there with that group. I was surprised to see that I had clown make-up on my face. I wondered if that was why the guys had treated me like that. How long had my dream self looked like that? Or was this something that my mind had created just for this mirror scene. I didn't know.

I just knew that I needed to look like a guy. The clown make-up had turned into a mask in the last few seconds, so I just pulled it off. I concentrated again.

This time I made much better progress. Before I knew it, I was looking in the mirror at a guy. This was definitely a guy this time. He was nice looking. He had blue eyes, fairly short dark brown hair that had a bit of curl in it. I thought, "Wow...I'm good looking."

I looked at my clothes. This time I was wearing a bike jersey and biking shorts. My body looked very athletic and was definitly masculine looking.

But to make sure I reached down to my crotch. There was definitely a lump down there, though I felt no sensation touching it. I reached up to check on my breasts, and found that they were mostly gone--gone enough that they wouldn't be noticable by sight.

I looked at my self once more in the mirror. This time I noticed these odd boots on my feet. They looked like Roller Blades, but without the wheels. I wondered why they were on my feet.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought back on everything that I had done in this LD, and I was suddenly worried that if I did much more that I wouldn't be able to remember it, so at this point with "mission accomplished", I let myself wake up so I could write it down.

I am at the bottom of a large pool of water, the walls are flat like a pool. I almost panic, but then I realize I'm dreaming. I calm myself down, realizing i'm not in any danger. I wonder were I am, I think in my mind that I'm on the moon. I look in front of me, various trinkets, armor, weapons maybe. much of it seems to be enchanted or magical in some way. I walk to my left and spot a book, "Blue Healing" as in blue energy healing. I open it and look at the words, but don't bother to read them. treating it like a skill book in skyrim. (Open it to gain the relevant information about a skill) I feel a small change in my energy, and I feel blue energy, though it's so faint I almost didn't notice it. I put the book back down and rocket to the surface of the water, and land on the ground. there are buildings in front of me with a strange architecture but I can't get a good look before I wake up.

My wife and I were taking care of our neighbors children. There were 3 kids and I decided to try to entertain them with a psychic game. I picked 7 colored pieces of glass and would ask the kids to guess which color I was holding, one at a time. The little girl went first and as I held the blue glass she guessed "blue". Then I held the green one and she guessed "green" She continued to guess all seven colors correctly. I went to my wife and told her the child had picked all 7 colors.

Then the dream shifted (FA) and I was starting to tell a goup from DV about my dream. One of the women here, who was slightly heavy and had short brown hair, then started telling us all about a color healing dream that she had just had. Then everyone started talking at once.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some large building, like a museum or a student union kind of area. I was on the second floor. To my left was a balcony-like railing that looked out over the first floor. To my right was possibly a dining area.

My old friend Y was standing, leaning against the railing. I hadn't seen her in some time. I was happy to see her. And I was acting (and feeling) like I hadn't expected to see her. But I'm pretty sure I had been expecting to see her, like we'd made plans to meet here.

I walked up to Y and stood beside her, maybe kind of leaning against the railing like she'd been doing. All this time, I felt my mother's presence behind me. I may have heard her voice, too, as if she had somehow planned this meeting between me and Y and was now directing it.

Y was watching a movie that was being projected against the wall opposite the railing. The wall was maybe three stories tall. The projection was hitting the third-floor section of the wall. So we had to kind of look up to see it.

I'm not sure how we saw the movie: the wall was red brick; but the movie showed up just fine, anyway. I think it was a movie that we both liked.

Y and I had had some sort of small conversation. Just the sound of Y's voice made me so happy. I put my right arm around Y, not out of romantic feelings, but just because I was happy to see her again.

But Y was really put-off. She grunted something cold and nasty, even implying that she had some kind of sickness that I'd get by touching her.

She'd done this to me in the past. I knew she was just trying to freeze me out or gross me out so I'd leave her alone. I took my hands off her and watched the movie. We may also have continued talking about something.

Eventually we were planning to "meet for dinner." We walked away from the railing and over to the section of the floor that had dining tables.

But now Y changed into my friend H. H and I sat down at the table to eat. The table was a regular, round dining table, about 125cm in diameter, possibly covered over with a white tablecloth. But it was also crammed, both the table and the chairs, with all kinds of things, like household and personal items.

H and I were trying to sit down so we could eat. All this time I felt my mom's presence behind me. I may also have felt the presence of my old friend R. R's presence seemed particularly bitter.

Eventually I got sat down on a seat. But I was only halfway sat in the seat -- the rest of the seat being cluttered with stuff. I guess that H couldn't find any other place to sit. So she tried to sit on my lap. But something about my lap was making it really awkward for her to sit.

H was wearing a grey mini-skirt and a black shirt. But the mini-skirt kept riding up, almost revealing H's panties, as H tried to sit on my lap.

But now it seemed like H was getting into what I thought of then as a "slutty" mindset. She was really getting turned on by the way her skirt was riding up on my lap. Now she started to do it on purpose. She may even have been pulling it up with her hands and then putting it back down.

I might have started getting turned on. And I may have tried to make a move for H. But at this point, she may have gotten up and walked away. I may have been a little bitter about this. But I think I told myself that when H got back, she and I would just forget about it and have a nice dinner.

After more than a year of slack, I've decided to start keeping a DJ again.

Video Games
Non-Lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

The scene is a COD Black Ops map. I know I’m playing a game, in fact, at one point I realize that pressing LB and double tapping A make me sprint. I do not know how I had a controller, it was as if I had dual consciousness. I could feel my ‘in-game body’ , as well as my ‘player’ hands. I play around with sprinting for a while. There are mammoths walking around, and I attack one from atop a stone column. The mammoth chases me into a small house, all the while, I’m whacking it with a minecraft sword. I close the door of the small house in the mammoth’s face, but I can see that it will not hold for long. The top hinge breaks, and the door falls partially over. I can see the mammoth pressing up against the door. Somehow Gandalf appears in front of the mammoth and starts banging on the door with his staff and shouting at me to open it. Finally he gets mad and shouts to some deity “AKATOSH MOVE THIS DOOR!” Several times he shouts “AKATOSH MOVE!”

I'm not sure why I had so many video game elements in this one, I haven't had time to play in weeks.

I woke up to the sound of my message on my iPod asking me if anything seemed weird. I noted that this meant I was dreaming, but more I noted that this meant I was currently awake. I immediately began to fall back asleep. So I closed my eyes and imagined a beach. Slowly I came to that beach. But slowly.

I heard the shores, and then it all faded. I opened my eyes to my bed. I grabbed my nostrils. I could still breathe. I was in a lucid dream.

I immediately jumped from the bed. I began gasping for air in the excitement that I was lucid dreaming and had not yet woken up. I immediately, however, calmed myself down because I knew that if I was not awake yet, I would be soon if I could not calm down.

I knew that I wanted to go do everything crazy and dream-like that I could. I ran to my door which inexplicably had a locker on it, and grabbed the lock and imagined myself ripping it off into the floor. This did not work and it simply came out and I opened the door. I walked quickly through the kitchen into the den, and then back into the kitchen. I saw some apples, and I started trying to summon an apple. I decided this would not work either, and so I simply stopped. I had to try as many things as I could.

I looked at my door.

"How about a dream where I go outside?" I said aloud.

I yanked the door open and ran outside, then I thought, "I need to try flying so I can mark it off of my goals."

I began jumping. I jumped once at normal height. Again at 6 feet. Once more at 10. 12. 16. 20.

At about 22 feet, I threw my arms outward and turned my body down. I was able to only glide back to my feet. This didn't change my mind. I am tenacious.

Suddenly I could hear my friend's voice in my head, telling me to be careful. That I would hurt myself in real life if I tried to hard. I dismissed this as being untrue and continued to do what I wanted.

I told him that I could probably fly if I ran at super speed to a take off! So I began running down my very long drive-way as quickly as possible. Taking long bounds that were about 30 feet apart from each other. As I got to the end, I stopped because I realized I just didn't have enough speed. I turned around and began jumping until I was back at about 20 feet high.

I was just jumping up and down, and enjoying it, when a car came down the driveway. I was going to try and jump over it as it went down the drive-way, but as they got to me it stopped. My brother and Dad got out of the car, and my brother just said, "Jerk!"

My assumption was that he had been scared by me and thought that I was someone else. This, however, snapped me back into life. I awoke and still had my eyes closed. My heart was racing, and I was sweating. My first lucid dream. I plugged my nose and tried to breathe. I couldn't. I gathered my thoughts.

They were magnificent.

wed January 4th 2012
0:00-8:30

Before bed tried to relax completely, started getting numb. Came closer to sleep paralysis than never before. Hands turned warm and "fat". Then like I was getting covered in hard concrete and floating up from my bed. Had to swallow and blew it. Damn!
Gave up and turned to my side, said couple mantra's and dozed off. I did wake up after both dreams so I guess some of them worked.

1. Sitting with my dad in our hall, smoking a cigarette. (I don't smoke IRL and my dad would kill me if I would.) We're being all cool, talking. I light a couple more. Some of them break off by the filter. I'm really using big drags, they don't seem to smell. I say something along the lines of: "If you're the one smoking, it doesn't stink that much."

2. We're standing outside (me, my dad and mom), seems like we're at a wedding. The other guests are standing on the street, in group. The mother of the bride asks me to start filming. I only have my photo camera, so it's very shaky. A bus arrives and we get on. (It's a public transportation bus, like the ones in Flanders.) We're sitting in the back, my dad is getting upset about mom and he's drinking. Getting pretty drunk. Since it's a public bus, a lady gets on. She's attractive, but I'd rather look at something in her hands. Not sure what it is, either a phone or a camera. When we get off, she joins us for some reason. We're standing in an nice carpeted room, chandeliers, really fancy. When my dad says the word: "Tequila" the lady throws up blue liquid all over me.

I dream about zombies a lot. Although this was a while ago, this is my most vivid dream.

I am in downtown, in a coffee shop. There are people all around me talking, browsing the internet, doing what people generally do in coffee shops.
Suddenly, there is no one. I am completely alone in a place that was just moments ago teeming with life. Outside, there are signs of people having been there not long ago. A discarded newspaper on the ground. Parked cars lining the streets. But I am alone out here.
And then I am not.
As soon as the first one appears, I seem to notice them all. At first they don't see me. But when they do, I know I am in terrible danger. As they charge towards me, I run towards the one place I can think of to find solace: home.
Of course, in dream world, it takes but a thought of a place to get you there. I rush inside my house, thinking that the danger is possibly over, as I left downtown far behind me. The house is apparently empty, but I am wary. I rush into the back bathroom, as it is the closest room in the house without windows. Just as I am about to close the door, I hear footsteps. My father appears in the kitchen.
"Dad?" I call out timidly. He looks over at me, and I feel a rush of relief. I open the door a bit wider.
Then his eyes widen, and he begins to run towards me.
"No," I choke. When he's nearly reached the door, I slam it shut. I sink down against the door, sobbing, with my dad--not really my dad--pounding on the other side.

And that is where I woke up. As you can imagine, I freaked the fuck out. This is probably my most vivid memory from any dream I've ever had.

I was on a beach by an amusement park, when I realized I was dreaming. I see a roller coaster in the distance and decide to check it out. I walked in that direction and came across my dad and brothers in the ocean. I hopped into the water with them. The current was really strong, and it was really hard to stay by the edge of the water. I got pulled out very far, and started to panic. My lucidity wavered here. I called pit to my dad, but he didn't move. My brother dived in and saved me, though. Thanks a lot, dad. I do another reality check to confirm my lucidity, and go towards the rides.
I didn't find a roller coaster, instead I came to a water slide. I went to fly to the top, but there was a stand selling tickets, so I wound up picking up a dollar off the floor and buying some. I got to the top of the slide and there was a very small room called "Emo Germany." There was an attendant at the top who spoke in a very VERY monotone voice. It was kind of creepy. The slide was really narrow, so I said "widen" while pulling at the edges and it became bigger. I slid down, and it really wasn't anything special. I expected way more.*

At the bottom I saw someone I knew from school. I gave him the other ticket (I'm sure I lost lucidity here). I went over to a counter that had a bunch of prizes. All of them were a ridiculous amount of tickets. They weren't even good prizes, just plastic dinosaurs and a "magic explained" kit.*

I walked back to the slide, and without paying attention, stood in front. Jona came out and there was another boy around his age directly behind him. Then another boy (his brother?) came shooting out of the slide and collided with me. I felt some kind of pain, but I don't really remember it all to well. The kid's mom was pissed, and so was my brother (who came out of no where).*

I remember something after this, about baseball. I was behind home plate, like a catcher, and there was a red and white box in front of me. The pitcher threw the ball and although the batter hit it, something else got left behind and landed in the box. I pulled it out and it was a cast or brace of some kind.*

This was almost a waste of a lucid. Last night I decided I wanted to visit the dream world academy, but I couldn't remember to in my dream. I kinda just walked around and explored.

I'm in a war...reminds me of world war one. I don't know exactly how many people are with me, but I'm working in tandem with one other guy. I'm a decoy of sorts. As I peg off people out in the open, he waits around a corner. If any of my shots miss, then I run back and he takes them out.

This works pretty good for the duration of the dream, until this huge guy comes around the corner. He's muscular, about 8 feet tall and he's wearing a camouflage tank top. He doesn't carry any weapons, and nothing's having any effect on him. This guy is like a slow moving brick wall, and after putting my entire clip in him, he's still coming at me. I duck around the corner, in hopes that my battle buddy would finish the job. He got off a few rounds before the guy grabbed his face and smashed him in the wall.

Dang, I think he knocked a couple of bricks loose with that attack. I don't see the rest of my squad, and something tells me running will only delay the inevitable. I grabbed my rifle by the barrel, and swung at him. He didn't even flinch when it cracked against his skull. The butt shattered into splinters, and I kept swinging the remainder of my weapon. He wasn't trying anything offensively...he was just standing there taking it. I hit him in the head once and heard something crack. I immediately followed that up with another. The cracking noise continued and made sounds as if I were breaking dishes. The scene started changing right before my eyes...slowly back and forth from war scene to my kitchen. In the kitchen scene I could see my cabinets and it looked like I was swinging at them.

Finally everything solidified and I was in the kitchen. Broken dishes everywhere....was I hallucinating? Sleepwalking? I checked my pockets, they had macaroni in the fifth pocket. I was wondering what the hell was I up to. And then I woke up for real.

Got the first part of the TotY done! Hopefully I can push through and finish all of them this year

I was, once again, snowboarding, only this time it was at my local mountain. I was at the eastern most part of the mountain, which isn't even open yet, and was riding up the chairlift. There was nobody next to me but I was with a big group of friends who were scattered throughout the chairs near me. I got off the lift as usual and started to head towards the park. This time it was different though. There's normally a fence with a small opening you go through, followed by a couple rails, some jumps, a few more rails, and then a steep section with large jumps on top. This time, however, there was a very large grouping of rails right at the top of a hill, and a picnic table off to the left.

Me and some friends decided we would hit the table first, and headed over to it. I went first and did a simple 50-50 (just riding straight over it) and rode off the end. The rest of my friends did similar stuff and nobody went really big. We stopped right after the feature and started to hike back up so we would have enough speed to hit some of the rails that were in the middle of the trail. It was set up so that, looking downhill from left to right, there was an "S" rail, and two flat rails. Behind those were a cannon box, a butter box, and a flat-down rail between them. At the end of the group was two tire bonks and this red trash can type thing that is actually at the mountain.

My friends all went before me, and most did 50-50s on the rails to the right. I went down and did a front board around the "S" rail, and a tail press on the butter box, popping off the end. Then I avoided the rest of the features and stopped to wait for the others. However, this seemed awefully familiar to me. I thought about it for a second, and I remembered last night's dream at the other mountain where I did tricks that I knew I couldn't do. At this point I realized that I was likely dreaming, but wanted to be sure. I asked my friends to hold up for a bit while I checked something. I took off my gloves and my facemask and did a nose-plug RC. To my suspicions, it worked! I could breath in through my nose and was in yet another lucid.

The first thing that popped into mind was a sex LD, which got me angry due to the fact that I always think of that first. However, I knew I had to stabalize the dream first, so I rubbed my hands together and took in my surroundings. Rubbing your hands works very well when it's cold out and they warmed up very quickly. They felt a bit abrasive but not to the point where it would hurt. After denying my want to have another sex LD, I though of the TotY. This time I remembered that it was 2012 and there were new tasks. The first one I thought of was beating Neil Armstrong out of the space shuttle, but for some reason I didn't feel like doing that one now. Instead, I picked experiencing the first nuclear bomb detonation.

Remembering how last dream ended, I kept my eyes open and just snapped my fingers, picturing an empty desert with a small bunker. I also imagined an old, decrepid house in the middle of it like there always is in those old atomic test videos. In an instant I was standing in an old house that looked like it was about to fall down. There was a couch in the room with me, a fireplace, a painting of a nuclear blast (how ironic ) and an old pin-up calendar. I stepped out onto the front porch only to have the sun shine directly into my eyes. Damn, it was bright out! Once my eyes adjusted I looked off into the distance and tried to make out the bunker that I presumed the scientists were in. Once I found it I trained my ear to it, trying to hear what they were saying.

"Well gentlemen, it looks like this is it. We don't know exactly what's going to happen, but I would suggest praying to your God." Awesome, a new ability, super hearing! I had never done that before. It seemed fitting for them to say that. After all, during the actual testing they didn't know it the explosion would ever stop. They thought it could go on forever, splitting atom after atom, destroying everything in existence! I continued to listen in as they began their countdown. "Launching nuclear missile in T minues 10, 9, 8..." I looked up to the sky, expecting to see something flying towards me. I didn't know what a nuclear blast would feel like, and I was a little worried myself, but I rubbed my hands some more and kept reminding myself, "This is a dream. This will be fun!"

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, launch initiated." Here goes! I squinted to try and see around the sun and I noticed a small shadow several thousand feet in the air, hurlting straight towards me. As it got closer, I noticed it was literallty coming at me! I closed my eyes and felt a quick, sharp pain in my forehead. After a few seconds of silence, I opened my eyes to see that the missile was sitting on the ground right in front of me! I wasn't really thinking clearly and just sort of kicked it, trying to get it to do something. Big mistake.

There was instantly a bright light and I felt very warm. Not hot, but a comfortable warm. I was still in the dream, 100% aware of everything, but was in a massive pile of smoke. I sprinted as fast as I could in one direction until I could see again. After only a short second, I was out of the smoke and was looking back at the explosion. It was a classic mushroom cloud and I noticed that the house I was in was nowhere to be found. I looked to my right and noticed the bunker the scientists had been in. I listened in on them and all I could faintly hear was cheers and a few high fives, as well as some sighs of relief.

Unfortunately, that blast must've really shooken my dream, because everything was fuzzy. I couldn't really hear specific things and everything was muffled, like I was inside a glass box while everything else continued as normal. Then, suddenly, I felt a massive shaking of the ground. I looked over to where the house had been and noticed a big crack in the ground. WTF? What was in that bomb!? The crack raced towards me and I turned the other way and ran. I don't why I didn't just fly away or teleport, but the crack caught right up with me and split directly beneath me. I pulled a scooby-doo and ran in place for a few seconds before falling down the crevasse. Before I could even get my senses, I felt a massive rush of force go up my legs, along my back and into the back of my head. The next thing I knew, I was lying awake in my bed. Just to be safe that I was actually awake and it wasn't a FA I did another RC and checked the clock a few times. Nope, I was awake

At least I got the first of my TotYs done

I Got A Brick (FRAG)

I was back in college but it was very confusing because nothing resembled campus and that was very noticeable. My girlfriend wasn't there and that was really bugging me also so I was constantly thinking about her. I then tried to figure out something to do since she was not there so I could fill in my time. I remember I was wearing my green windbreaker sweats and boots. I pulled out both of my pant legs and my calf tattoo was showing but for some reason it felt uncomfortable. (I've noticed in my DJ hiatus that a dream sign is when my tattoo looks weird or is fuzzy). I then went on an adventure to find the mail room and I walked into Walking around trying to find the mail room. I then ran into jordan (not sure which one) and one of his friends. I thought that was weird, especially because in this reality of my college there was an upperclassmen side and an underclassmen side and they were on the upperclassmen side. That side was a strange throw up yellow paint on a strange bare feeling cement architecture. I kept walking and saw a guy with a sunflower tattoo on his right arm (he was wearing a wifebeater) I kept going in search of the mail room and ran into Austin C and one of his friends. They were talking about a recruit from the first week of school and I couldn't remember who they were talking about. More walking. The sole of my right boot started peeling off. Austin is gone now. I keep going on my search which leads me to an underground tunnel thing. It was all painted a strange blue and it was still weird barren cement architecture. I finally get to the room which is considered the mail room. There is an old lady, fat and hunch back and she either has a mask on or she is actually a monster. I talk to her about trying to find my mail and she laughs, wanders to the back of the room, and comes back with a thick envelope. I open it up and its a brick. We joke, we laugh.

Nothing particularly worth remembering last night, so we'll delve into "classics" again. In case somebody's confused, I do have a dream journal where I obviously write every dream down, in finnish - I just translate only interesting/lengthy entries into this one.

Dark Future
Date: January 28th, 2009
Lucid: No

This started with a fragment of me fondling some girl's breast, thus the header. The girl just laughed at me for being so gentle. I guess girls like it rough. Soon enough the whole dream transformed something completely different and one of the most memorable non-lucids I've ever had.

I found myself in some kind of electronic control system for laser turrets. My brother was in the cockpit of the next turret and in the sky enemy fighters flew all around. I've written that it was the final battle between good and evil, so perhaps that's how I felt about it at the time.

I managed to recall the controls of the turret quite accurately. Two joysticks moved the turret around, though I don't know why they needed to have two of them, one would suffice you'd think. Moving and firing was easy, but the problem for me was aiming - there was no way for me to actually see into the sky while I was in the cockpit. In the end I just decided to pull the triggers and keep the laser firing blindly into the sky. At least there's a distant chance of hitting something.

That wasn't a good idea though. I guess the turret's mechanics couldn't take such continuous firing, as the it jammed, or something like that. It ceased to fire. I pressed all the buttons, but nothing worked. It was time to bail out of there as I had no means of defending myself.

Outside the situation wasn't much better, as there were dangerous human-destroying robots looming all around. I just knew that, I don't remember actually seeing one immediately after leaving my turret. I was still wandering the streets and I thought to myself, that even if I hide into a basement of some building, the robots must have some kind of life-tracking device and they'd inevitably find me. I felt like I was already dead. Despair filled me.

I didn't see these terminators around, though. Somehow I still felt threatened. I soon saw and old, abandoned warehouse. A classic place to hide. I didn't hesitate when I walked in there. Maybe I should have, because there was some addict/drunk - a guy who seemed dangerous anyway. He wasn't angry though, but since I was in this threatened headspace already, I was suspicious of him.

We began talking about something. I don't remember what it was about. All the sudden I grabbed the guy's arm and tried to twist it. First one way, then I switched to the other. It didn't work. The guy just got upset and shot himself with some syringe. Then he attacked me. The details of the fight are out of my recall, but I did manage to knock him out - perhaps even kill him. Makes me kind of seem like a villain as I was the one who attacked first, but still, he did seem dangerous. Better to strike first then.

I wasn't out of the trouble yet, though. While fighting I had seen another addict in the next room, but he was apparently so high or something, that he completely ignored us. I was leaving the place when three other addicts came in from the same door I had come in. Well, now I was in trouble. They saw the body of their buddy behind me and they weren't happy.

The addicts surrounded me. I was scared to death by this point - remember I had no idea that this was a dream. It felt very real to me. I was only thinking that I had to survive somehow. I was thinking about performing some kind of wall-jump to go around them, but I guess I was a little bit desperate. This time they were the ones to attack first. One of them threw a punch at me. I managed to partially block him, so that my face only received a touch. Still I let out a loud "Oof" sound as the fist hit me.

The same guy seemed to stop and think for a moment. Then he threw another punch. This time it got nowhere near to me. Yet again I let out the "Oof" sound, even it didn't hit me at all. All the addicts started to laugh at me. I still felt very threatened and rightly so. I guess the laughing distracted them enough and I took the chance; I ran out between two of them.

While I was running I already knew I had survived, unless they have guns or something. I was, and still am in at least a solid shape. I can outrun some addicts any day.

The outside of the warehouse was similar to what it was when I went in. I've described it as being similar to the opposing side of counter-terrorist's starting point in the map cs_compound in Counter-Strike: Source, without the containers. Wow, that was a terrible sentence. Anyway, let's move on. I was going around the warehouse clockwise, but I again ran into trouble - two addicts coming right at me! I supposed they were all buddies of each other. I turned back to round the house counter-clockwise. The addict still at the door of the warehouse behind me shouted to them: "Throw a bottle at him!"

The other of the two guys that just came at me turned around and started going around the warehouse clockwise, apparently trying to meet me at the other side and surround me again. When I emerged from the other side of the house, I continued straight after the wall ended. The guy coming from the other side appeared a little behind me. He threw a bottle at me. It was a small bottle of 7up, you know, plastic bottle. Seriously? I doubt plastic bottle would have caused much damage to me. There was even some liquid in it still, so I even considered picking it up so that I'd have something to drink. I decided against it in the end.

"Hahaha, you didn't hit me", I mocked him while I continued to run away. I shouted some other insults as well to him, but I don't remember those anymore.

So I got away. While I was easing my step, I was visioning myself returning there to revenge. Someday... Apparently I thought myself as some kind of action hero.

I ran into the "City". Now City was an interesting place. Only the Chosen People were let in there, and I wasn't one of them. So as I approached the place, the special forces started firing me. Gee, I'm really not having good luck. From danger to danger. From addicts throwing plastic bottles at me to special forces firing with guns at me. Some "getting away".

Somehow I survived being fired at. All of these Chosen People of the future dressed exactly alike. They had long black leather-coats, sunglasses and they all were bald. The coats were open and the clothing beneath it was dark as well. So it was hard for me to mix into them. I wonder how the hell I didn't get found and shot.

I figured that if I just shaved my head (I have long hair) and dressed alike, I could fool them. That was my long-term plan.

I don't remember why - or how - but I went to some hospital. There some professor started telling me all kinds of things. I guess he was the exposure needed at this point so that I'd know how this world works. The professor told me about "The Perfect Race of Humans", that they had created. Apparently the Chosen People. On the monitor there was 3d-model of the head of these humans of the future. They had long skulls and small noses. Big forehead. Those were the details I noticed particularly.

For some reason I started to think about what would be the perfect amount of humans from which the current (as in future as the dream was set there) segment of the humanity had descended on. For some arbitrary reason I figured 10 000 would be good amount. Then I proceeded to think that that's why the killer robots were probably around. They were used to get rid of rest of the humanity, so that the Chosen People would be all there is eventually.

That's pretty grim vision of future, but at least I survived. It was nightmarish dream, but at the same time it still was totally awesome. One of the best I've had ever.

It ended in a false awakening where I was in my room, but after that that part is boring. So let's end it here.

01/04/12

Note: Three days running… and this time I have more than one dream to post… yay! Of course part of the reason there are multiple dreams is because I have a cold right now, and that caused me to wake up more than I normally do.

Woman's Best Friend
I am in my own house, and I know there is something I want to do before I do anything else in dreams tonight. My dog, Thor, has been diagnosed with a melanoma in his mouth, which my mom says she thinks is getting bigger. He has an appointment with the vet tomorrow, so I want to take the chance to do a little healing on him. I leave my bedroom and find the dog in my mother's room, he is lying on the bed sleeping. I take his head in my hands, one hand on each side, looking into his big brown eyes. I sing the song "Voices" from the Macross Plus soundtrack while focusing healing energy into Thor.

Fly Me to the Moon
I am on the moon, on the green moon, everything looks more like it would on Earth. The moon has been terraformed. I see the Earth shining brightly in the sky, it is beautiful. Nomad is there with me, I go over to him, is it really him? It seems like it has been forever since I've had a confirmed shared dream... I go over to Nomad and say hello to him, I happen to think of him saying he has been having problems with carpel tunnel syndrome lately. I take both of his hands in mine and sing the song "Voices" from the Macross Plus soundtrack, focusing healing energy into Nomad. Maybe it can also help with the cold he has been fighting. I notice there is someone off to the side, they seem to be staying just out of sight. I wonder who it is. I ask Nomad if he was aware he is being followed. He looks over and says that is nothing new, he is always being followed. Now how about that Oblivion gate? Ok, let's go. I focus on opening a portal, using Avalon to find an Oblivion gate that needs closing. A portal opens and Nomad and I go through. I briefly see the landscape of Tamriel before I wake up.

Templars in Oblivion
I am in Tamriel, in the world of the game of Oblivion. Nomad is there with me, and I see movement off to the side. I wonder if there are bandits or enemies out there, but I don't really have time to check it out before I notice there is an Oblivion gate not far off. Nomad and I head in that direction, taking a brief flight to get to the gate. Nomad lands slightly before I do and kills two Clannfears before I even land. We go through the gate into Oblivion…

The Oblivion plane looks like I expect it to look, there are a couple of scamps there attacking us, we eliminate those quickly. I remove the head of a scamp with a sword that forms from Witchblade. I am starting to get into the Oblivion theme, and I remove a piece of skin from the dead scamp, that will be useful in potions later. Nomad and I are exploring the world of Oblivion, though I am taking quite a bit of time heading to each cluster of bloodgrass and harvesting some to make potions from. Nomad seems amused by my gathering of the bloodgrass. A couple more scamps attack us, and then a daedra appears with a sword. I hit the daedra with a bolt of lightning, Nomad removes its head. There is movement behind us. I turn to look and there are Templars here! Where did they come from? I tell them they are in the wrong game, get out of Oblivion and into Assassin's Creed. One of them, there are three of them, says there isn't anywhere we can go that they can't follow. A daedra emerges from behind the Templars and draws its sword. I tell them to look behind them, they're being attacked. One of the Templars says they're not dumb enough to fall for that. That Templar finds the sword of the daedra running through his middle. The daedra kills the three Templars and then attacks Nomad and me, I attack the daedra with my sword and run it through. I see Nomad is fighting something else, but I wake up at this point.


Close Shut the Jaws of Oblivion
I am on the planes of Oblivion with Nomad, there are quite a few dead scamps around us as well as a couple of dead daedra. He says it's good of me to come back. I say my cold woke me up. We enter into the tallest tower I can see and I see the familiar base of the tower of Oblivion. We enter the area called the "Blood Feast." It is the base of the tower, there is a beam of fire shooting up the tower to where the sigil stone sits at the top. I start playing through as I normally do, I kill two scamps and a daedra at the bottom of the tower. Nomad is looking up the beam and he says this should be easy… then he starts flying up the beam. I look after him and say of course it's easy if you use cheat codes… He looks a bit puzzled. I comment he must have used a cheat code in order to fly. But if he wants to cheat… I fly up with Nomad. Even though he is flying directly to the sigil stone, he is not doing it to avoid fights. He stops off on a couple of the paths along the way just so he can fight a daedra or a scamp that is shooting at us. We reach the top of the tower quickly, I go over and kill a couple of daedra that are waiting there for us to come from the opposite direction.

Nomad is looking at the sigil stone floating in the air, floating right in the middle of the beam of fire. I say all we have to do is take it to shut down this Oblivion gate. I reach out and take the stone from its place, which causes a big explosion and then we are standing back in Tamriel beside a ruined gate. The sigil stone is vibrating in my hand with energy. I ask if Nomad wants to keep the stone, then I hand it to him. I can get many more. He is looking at the stone when I wake up.