All DJ Entries

1. I am on a movie set and catch the two main stars of the flick messing around together. The guy merely shrugs it off. He lets me take photos of he and the female star as his way of confessing to the world that he is in love with this woman.

2. I followed what looked like a miniature comet through the darkness. I ended up at my grandmother's house. The light disappeared into a hole in the wall. I looked in and found an old notebook, my grandmother's diary.

3. The northern lights were out on the south side of the night sky. A storm with brilliant multicolored lighting was to the north. I found the red lighting to be threatening.

4. Walked to the Post Office with my mother to pick up a parcel. We arrived to discover that the building had since changed into a mental hospital/post office.

5. I was helping a teacher friend of mine set a display table at a school. A few kids ambled by. One dropped a piece of round paper. I picked it up to discover it was a love letter. It reminded me of a love letter I received once in grade 3.

6. I possessed a camera that took photos of the future. All I had to do was point it at a person, fire off a shot and the camera would reveal a snapshot of that individual's future. People began coming to me for future photos.

Notes Non-Lucid Lucid

Wow, it's been a few days. I blame my unstable sleep schedule recently. Last night, I sort of fixed it, considering I had 2 dreams. But, for some reason, I can't remember the second one. Even though it was more recent. Anyways:

Dream starts out and I'm in a place. It somewhat reminds me of a hair parlor. Anyways, there is some woman in front of me. She's holding some kind of tool. She asks me if a wanted some kind of fiery tattoo thing. I say, "How does this work?" She doesn't tell me and still persists that I just get the tattoo. Well, she continues to pester me and I wake up.

This is one of the most vivid, awe-inspiring dreams I've ever had.


Me and Laura were in some type of virtual reality, but it was our only reality. We could create a house and a life and put it anywhere we want, but we were also constrained to a particular environment with a set of roomates. One of which was a girl, which we somehow knew well, one of Laura's friends. My family was there sometimes too. The virtual reality was set upon layers, different levels, like a building. We would go up different levels when we thought we were complete with one. It was much like the sims, but in first person. Many random things happened, and eventually at one point as we left the building, it turns out it was an interactive experience like discovery world. We went to my house with two other people and my dad was saying things and Laura asked me why I would let him say that. So eventually as he said something about my car, I screamed Fuck You and then the two other people said something so I screamed at them, Laura said something and I said Fuck You to her too. I screamed more at my dad. I took off in the car and went back downtown

I went back downtown to the interactive building place, which was very lively outside with different kinds of activity, like markets and police and parking cops, but all seemed so friendly, like it was a home.There was very odd devices in one room - it was almost like discovery world. People would rent metal detector type things and pick up on little hints that would give them fun facts before entering the building. Me and Laura were upstairs now in what seemed like a real room, not the interactive reality, as if we had just arrived after being at my house. She screamed at me and Noel was there and someone else, she accused me of something and decided to break up with me, I tried to persuade her that it wasn't the case but she stormed off with Noel and them as we argued down into the parking structure where she took off. I was extremely upset.

At this point, after arriving home, I got back into my car, which was now Laura's car, as if she had sold me it before. I was now a girl. A beautiful girl that I related completely with. I felt at home in her body. Her face was slightly slender, she was skinny, with brownish blackish hair. I still felt like my boy self inside of her, my actual self, with slight alterations that come with being a girl. I went back downtown and into the metal detector room, which was a sort of entrance, after parking my car. I met a boy, a very intriguing boy that I was immediately infatuated with. We initially spoke nothing about our past lives and started flirting - about what I can't remember but it was so smooth and easy, and enticing. In relation, the building had a woman outside at a parking meter everyday, directing people in and out of some type of roundabout, and right behind her on the building wall was like a fire-escape ladder, but much more colorful like a net at a jungle gym, one single rope ladder that let to a little cubby in the wall. I went back EVERY single day, this was were the boy stayed, carrying a flower or something in case Laura saw me so that I could pretend I was bringing it for her. I felt guilty but she wouldn't respond or call me. But she never came. Instead, every day I would go back downtown and climb the rope into the cubby and love talking to the boy. It was finally at one point that I told him that I was in a relationship, and he kind of freaked out but calmed down quickly. I told him it was on the rocks and that we were done so there was nothing to worry about. The following day I came back, I had a terrible feeling, as if I would find him dead. I found the boy in the cubby hanging with a plastic bag over his head. I tackled him down and tore off the plastic bag, and he was still breathing. I hugged him. The boy was so sweet and forgave me and himself for doing it, he was very quiet but the attraction never strayed because of it, it only grew with each day I saw him. I told him not to do it ever again. The following day I came back and climbed into the cubby. I could barely see his face beneath pillows of plastic bags and devices he'd layered on his face to suffocate himself. It was horrifying. Nothing seemed wrong with him, he seemed so lovely and sweet yet kept attempting suicide. I tore off what seemed like 10 layers of plastic bags and bottles off of his face, and checked his pulse. He was alive. He yelled and yelled and told me how terribly stupid I was for doing that. I had foiled two of his suicide attempts now and he was tired of it. He screamed and scared the hell out of me. Such a horrible feeling struck me. The boy I was infatuated with had turned out like everyone else, a sense of dread overtook me and I felt immensely sad and visibly hurt. I immediately left in a panic, this time my car was in the parking structure connected to the building, so I went out the cubby and into the building where my car was and drove it out recklessly. After almost hitting someone, I found a curb and pulled over beside the downtown traffic. I tried to compose myself. I had no computer or internet enabled phone and suddenly, was very very lost in the maze of downtown. I had to find a phone number to call for the suicide hotline to help him before he did it again. I wanted to call Laura to help me, to explain things. I wanted to get home, so nobody thought that I had done it. But that was never a real possibility, I kept assuming that it was impossible because I was so close to him and saved his life twice, that there was no way.

The city began to look different as I drove on. I was further away from home with every new street that I took, completely lonely and lost. The city looked different, the people looked different, acted differently. Monuments and rural inner-city towns showed up, very reflective of Washington. I came to a Mall. I parked my car and struggled to find an entrance. I finally got in through a store and was stuck in the bustling mall looking for some type of phone, and now that I was in another place, a map to get home. It kept getting later, time slowed not.

As I came into one store, it seemed to be a science observatory kind of thing, still similar to Discovery World but now in a Mall in a completely different city. It looked nothing alike to the building in my downtown. I told someone I had to get out of here, and he asked why I would want to do that, acknowleding psychically that I liked sciences and an actual interactive store would be perfect of me. I told him I knew that but left anyway. I found myself in a hall of mirrors illusion where every turn let me back into a place I had found myself in. After an eternity, I found the one recognizable place I knew - Cafe Hollander. The theme was different, it was tribal and tropical and a large, large room, very empty. I went immediately to the clueless cashier, the only one in the entire room, who I then asked for directions, and a number, both I think. She absent-mindedly stared at me and then gave me a map and said "Oh this might help yeah", it showed me where I was but didn't give directions. I grabbed it anyway. I figured if I could get directions to the cafe hollander I knew, I could get home easily. Eventually, I tried to get out of the mall. I noticed a Boston Store and ran inside. I got out of the mall,but was in a daze to where I was again, I was in another parking area near a fountain and a long grass field. People were everywhere. I immediately picked up on the fact that lots of very rich people were playing an extensive game. I noticed lots of limos and speeding old, rich people getting into luxury cars and travelling in similar directions. I went into a parking lot for similar cars and found one, ignoring my own car because I couldn't find it, so It started and I drove through and tried to find my own car. I ended up further down into industrial downtown by a bustop. I got out and saw a computer. There were people around a big pavillion and some cops pulled up. I decided to ask them the number to the hotline but she said she couldn't help friendly inqueries while in the state of a bust. They grabbed two people and suspected them of something. I walked back to the computer and tried to get directions and the number again. It wouldn't work and kept freezing. I remember telling a random person about the boy killing himself or attempting to, and he told me that I probably did it. I scoffed and went away. I got back in my car and on the radio I had heard the boy was dead. I don't remember how I acted. Numb, I think. I was back at the mall and once I realized where I was, I got out of the car, pulling up on a grass hill near a sidewalk that led to the parking lot where MY car was. I knew this attracted attention. I noticed a sign that said Omaha. Security and cops came outside and I ran up the hill, knowing I was being accused now of killing the boy, not to mention other things. I was blocked by a chubby security guard but burst past him. Him and another were right behind me as I searched for my car. One pulled out a taser and I heard them talking about when to shoot it until one said now. I ducked behind a car. I couldn't find my own car but by then I was giving up. The security guard wouldn't and came over started to tase me. I told him I surrendered and put my hands in the air. Reluctantly he stopped it seemed.

I was now in a police station, in the main area with a bunch of other people. I was being walked in and was told that I was suspected of murder, attempted murder, fleeing from the cops, stealing a vehicle and reckless driving. I was caught but couldn't wait to give my side of the story. I knew in my heart that I loved this boy and wanted them to know that. Before they would bring us into the judge, which was in the same police main office area, I was in a occupying room with a few others. The officer who brought me in wasn't the security guard, but he told me to wait with these others. Some were old, most seemed old and disabled. One next to me didn't speak when I asked her where I was. Someone else said something and then suddenly the woman spoke, but clearly something was wrong with her. My ears were pierced and I plugged them but they still hurt. The woman's voice was loud and booming and deathly. I hoped she wouldn't speak again but she did once or twice after that. It didn't seem to affect anyone else. I went to the other side of the room and now we were brought into the main office. There was a middle aged guy seated next to me, and we were all apparently suspects in the murder, so the judge, who was an average police officer, told us what had happened. He had killed himself and it was well known that I was the last at the scene. The others said nothing, the middle aged guy began but I cut him off. I was told to speak, and so I expressed myself. I expressed in detail how every day I would come by and I spoke of the feelings we had towards each other. At this point in the story, I felt male while my body may have been female, and sometimes the other way around. I began to tear up and an associated officer beside me told me it was okay to go ahead. The middle aged guy said that this was proof that I loved him and that I wouldn't murder him. I explained more and was finally done, having shared my experience the best I could to be let off the hook. It was at this point, that the officer regretted to inform us that we were all crazy. He showed me an empty pill capsule and told me that I suffered from a disease that made me think that people were after me and that more intense events were happening that were really not. At this point, I hit an all time low - numbness completely, pain shot through me when trying to find a way to remember the boy now before I went cold.
I tried to call Laura.
I woke up.

It was horrifying to me, in my dream, it was so vivid and felt so real - these feelings I had were borderline love, it was something I had never felt. I was so, immensely sad. I could've maybe lived in the dream if I hadn't had been crazy but now I didn't know what to think. I never asked for an explanation on wbether or not the boy was real or who killed him, or if I even knew him. But I knew those feelings were real. I had felt them through my dream. I was shocked and saddened and angry at the way things unfolded. I had hoped I would be acquired and let go, acknowledged that I was innocent, and left alone to mourn. But, the officer judge, as if to remind me of the uneven cohesiveness, loose fabric and fakeness of the dream world, ripped me from my faux-reality. I awoke feeling every feeling from my dream as if I had felt it. I was immersed and truly thought the dream was reality for the most part

I was utterly compelled to write this down. I was enlightened, tempted, and border-line driven mad by this dream, so I have to remember it. It's importance, while metaphorically may be assumed to be nothing as compared to the end of the dream itself, is still valid in the way that it made me feel.

I was in my old abandoned house from several yeas ago. The old carpet was there along with the painted walls.

I had a felling of close danger. I then heard a knock on the door. I opend it to a big man with a white beard. He told me that he was there to see my dead gandpa.

I led him up stairs and told the man of his passing.

It was quite an eventful night...

Dream 1

I was in my boxing gym and I was sparring six round with six different guys. The gym wasn't as it usually looked and I could see rain out of windows where I normally wouldn't since the real windows are painted on.

After I sparred the 6 rounds I couldn't do any ground work as I was so tired and sore. So i just left and went home I imagine. Later on I went back and my coach said "You're back, get on the "hang-up". He pointed to a construction site within the gym and it had people pulling themselves up to a platform.

Dream 2

I was in a casino but it was more like a film. A decepticon was trying to steal something from a shelf of stuff I think it was the Matrix but when he did find it. There was a huge fight in space and the Autobots fought the Decepticons. Megatron went on a rant to Optimus Prime but HotShot came in and shot Megatron so he's dead.

It was really awesome but I don't remember that much which sucks so much.

Fragment

I was lucid in one dream. I flew aswell so not bad.

I was a male marijuana plant in last night's dream. The view was mostly third person perspective. I was worried about accidently pollinanting the clones around me, especially the one right next to me. I knew that clone was my sister, from the same mother plant. (I guess that means I was a stressed plant turned hermie?). Anyhow, I kept pondering the situation and wondered how I could stop myself from pollinating but didn't see any way for me to prevent it.

08-09-11 I am standing in a tent on field. The field is filled with dandelions and I am starting to tear up the flowers with root and I do this quite frantically. Eventually other people start joining in until there are no flowers left. However as I go along I start pulling them up less careful about getting all of the root up.

When there are almost no flowers left I start noticing that the earth is moving and that the empty holes are crippling with spiders. I don't get to dwell on this thought as the next I know I find myself under the water in the ocean near the bottom.

I look up behind me and notice a sea snake being dropped into the water by an unknown entity. I start swimming towards the top and I don't know if I am kicking through the snake(s) or not. When I get to the top I find myself close to the shore of a beautiful beach.

It is high sunshine and I am wearing a wetsuit and am carrying a surf board. I have never surfed before, but I manage to catch a pipe (don't know if this is what it is called in surfer terms) on my first ever attempt, which the person with me considers quite the achievement.

I start feeling ill and I fall off the board and find myself in a living room right next to a door out to the hallway. Behind me there is a short haired girl who grabs me around the waist. I am in a different perspective and punch my own chest to start CPR. The perspective shifts back and I shout for someone to call the hospital. Someone runs into the hallway to do this.

The girl pulls me to the floor and Shane of Weeds is standing over me to continue the CPR.

My vision starts fading to grey and I am loosing it, but I hear a voice that tells me to stay here, relax and breathe. After a while my vision starts returning to normal and as I am looking up at one of my living room plants it gradually becomes green again.

After a while longer I can sit up and I look down my leg and notice a large circle. It isn't red and the bite marks from the snake have already healed up. However now we know that we are dealing with a cobra strike and I or someone else shout out into the hallway that the person getting help should tell this.
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Notes: I remember having two more dreams after this one related to it, though without the nightmare themes. However upon waking up this morning they seem to have vanished from memory.
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I am in Holland and going into a shop to buy some weed. Someone is with me and I think I am the experienced one and need to show them how it is done.

I walk over to the counter and tell the guy I need the weakest most mellow product he has. He immediately walks to the hash counter and tells his associate to service me.

His associate start dishing out this pink goo onto the counter and explains that this is the most mellow he has. Then the first guy comes over and tells the associate that it wasn't what I asked for that I needed something with a bit more fly to it. He starts pouring some brownish goo onto the counter. Then the associate asks me what I am after, most mellow or something with fly and I quickly explain just mellow.

We all laugh and I think I buy some of the pink stuff.

Skip.

Outside the shop, which looks more like a garage on the outside I run into some shady businesmen who are looking for 2 Pac. As they explain this he appears on the other side of the street wearing a long business like coat looking nothing gangster like at all.

I stop and think to myself that he is dead and that all the conspiracy theorists that predicted his return must have been right. I think to myself that either he came back in 2007 or we are actually in 2007 right now.

The reason they want to talk to him is because he has developed something and the dream shifts into a camera chasing him as he is running through a garden. In the centre of the garden is his invention. It is a crystal that emits some sort of high frequency sound/light combination. This invention has the possibility of performing any know surgery non-invasive.

However it seems like it is overloading and hence 2 Pac and his assistant are running to get to cover. All the while this crystal is pulsing emitting this crystal like sound-light combination. There is loads of colours in this pulse, which is quite sharply contrasted by the grey clouds in the sky.
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I am in a Sims like situation a person is telling me that he has never seen the stars. I sort of force him to do this. He replies that he has seen them on Youtube, which I find ridiculous.

I run up on a mountain that apparently is the highest location nearby and phone him and tell him he should get up there as there is absolutely no light pollution what so ever.

Besides I am standing right next to Mount Everest and I don't think it would be particularly difficult to reach the top of that either.

Skip.

On a beach now still with the same mission in mind though it is daytime and he will have to wait a while. Another person/Sim is there and he has the trait that he is easily burned and will have to return for sun lotion all the time.

The parents voice sort of explain that he will have to stop playing with me because of this. There are loads of other persons that assemble around me.

I follow the easily burned guy into the house, one of his arms is really red and he is whimpering. He gets sun lotion applied and there is a bar that measures his degree of burntness that goes down with applications of this lotion.

In the house I explain that he needs a hardcore lotion, maybe like one of those for babies and all of a sudden I am in a shop that sells sun lotion, after sun, sun tan amplifier and soap. Among other things the shop also sells katanas relatively cheap.

The shop is run by WakingNomad and he tries to charge me 500 dollars for little test samples in blue bottles. I am annoyed that he charges this much because I know the protection they offer to be exactly what I am looking for, but it is stupidly expensive. I mean the bottles are like the size of small shot bottles.
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Swimming with the family along the shore of a nice beach in high sunshine.
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With the family in a house. There are two dogs that keep jumping into the lap of my dad and uncle.

my recall isn't good this morning.

Ash is fighting a big Pokemon fight in a tournament, many people are watching. His opponent is very strong. Ash uses Pikachu and some earth Pokemon to defeat the opponent's tentacool (which is kinda huge). The earth pokemon uses a very strong attack; everything gets black, and plates of stone appear out of the blue to crash down on the enemy. The ground crumbles too. The opponent is driven into a corner, and says: "Guess I'll have to use that". He summons a Pokemon which belongs to Ash. I can't believe it, and run into the forest behind the opponent to reveal the truth. There I see past versions of Ash and his friends, feeling down. I don't even need to think about what's going on, someone is definitely messing around with timetravel.
I soon find out that the culprit is a teacher at my school, and me and another woman are interrogating her now. She realizes she has been found out, and tries to persuade us with all the things she could do to improve our life. The teacher begins to waver, but I am firm in my resolve.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Right now I am doing the exercises that I tell the people in my school project to do. And although I have already pracctised my awareness alot, it's still a good pracctise for. This evening before falling asleep I just looked at my hands nothing more. And I had some vivid dreams and even a short lucid dream.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I dreamt that I were in school and were listening to my history teacher. I normally like history, but this time I didn't undertstood anything she said. And she kept repeating that this was something that we should now by now.
She described different peoples life by drawing, weird lines and dots on the board. I raised my hand and told her that I didn't follow. But she only got angry and then she kicked me out, after I had a breakdown haha.

I was aware enough to realise that something was wrong, the school flelt different, everything felt different.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="red"]The dreamy feelingitself made me realise that I was dreaming. I looked at my hands and it stabilised a bit, although I forgot my old goal to use the spinning technique. Instead I foccused on the lockers and the surounding. And I saw that everything become more clear. I thought for a second (Why I don't know) "Who am I in love with?" Then I see her walking out of the library and I was not surprised to see who it was.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Unfortunately those feeling made me lose my lucidity, although this was the end of my 4 day dryspell :)[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I am glad that both my conscious and subconscious agrees with something.[/COLOR]

08/25/2011
"Chop Shop Cop"

I was an undercover cop, investigating activity at a chop shop that was running all kinds of import cars. Apparently having been on the case for a while, I was pretty familiar with some of the gang members who were running the cars, and was discretely gathering information from them. MJ was in the dream and, at one point, we had walked off from the garage, and up a dark hill. (I don't know if there are gaps in my recall, or if the dream changed from night to day, erratically.) She led me through some tall brush for a while, and I began to wonder where we were going. It turned out that she had a pack of cigarettes hidden back there, and was just trying to get away to smoke. For some reason, it seemed like we weren't supposed to be back there, because she quickly ducked down, when we saw some passers-by, and I followed suit.

The next day (or what might have been the next day, since the sun was out again), the police force did a full raid of the shop. When a firefight inevitably broke out, we cops had the advantageous position - having pretty much surrounded the gang. So, when the lead started flying, we were just tearing these guys apart. They started breaking out guns from crates and secret compartments in walls of the garage. I remember carrying both a Mac-11 sub-machine gun and what I believe might have been an AR-15 assault rifle. Even though we were obviously winning, the firefighting was extremely intense and chaotic. At times, it just felt like I was spraying recklessly into the fray. The assault rifle seemed to have a very slow rate of fire, and I actually got frustrated with it to the point where I just threw the assault rifle down and started spraying again with the Mac, which was just dropping people like flies. There were a lot of females in the gang, but very few of them were actually doing the shooting. Even though I was spraying wildly, I was trying my best to keep from hitting the unarmed, but in the end, I'm sure I got a couple of them, inadvertently.

Once the fighting was done, Method Man (rapper) showed up and turned out to be one of my partners on the force. He helped us round up the survivors of the firefight, so we could take them in. That's all I remember.

08/24/2011
Dream (Fragment) One
All I remember is meeting the 'Chocolate Rain' dude, Tay Zonday, at a water park like Water Mania. We turned out to be pretty chill, and after the park we went back to produce a track at my place.


Dream Two
"Fencing Failure"

I was at an airshow, with some other guy and a girl. At first, we were all outside, in a field. There were a lot of children running around, and most of us were sitting on picnic blankets and pallets in the grass. One plane, in particular, was hovering nearby, firing an endless stream of machine gun fire. It looked like an older plane, but had 'jump-jet' technology, like the modern day Harriers. Some kid was sitting on a blanket in front of me was eating an ice cream cone. When he got finished with it, he chucked it away carelessly, causing some of it to land on my blanket. Annoyed by this, I flicked the cone - which still had ice cream in it - back over to him. It stopped just before him, but didn't touch him. The pre-teen escalated things by standing up, picking up the remaining scoop of ice cream and chucking it at me. Now rather pissed, I got up, grabbed a big glob of the ice cream and walked over to the kid, taking my hand and smashing the ice cream all into his face.

The kid was furious. Lol. He grabbed a fake (but sturdy) sword, from somewhere, and started attacking me with it, relentlessly. Still agitated, but finding this slightly humorous, I borrowed a fake sword from another kid, and I started deflecting this brat's attacks while he swung at me with all he had. Some of my friends were encouraging me not to egg him on, because they figured I would get in trouble for being in an altercation like this with a child. I replied that I was just playing with him, and had no plans to actually hurt him. The kid didn't feel the same way, though. Frustrated the he couldn't lay a finger on me, the boy ran to get his dad. By this time, the scenery had change, and a handful of us were now inside a classroom. The caucasian boy's dad - and unexpectedly Asian man - stepped forward. He was brandishing a very real rapier sword, and stared at me intently. Issuing me a (rather formal) challenge, he went into some bloated speech about how I'd made a huge mistake in 'dishonoring his family,' and said that he was some world-rknowned fencing extraordinaire. Possibly trying to prove this, he broke into a comical series of swipes and lunges at the air, with the sword, his complete lack of grace or technique showing that he wasn't quite the bad ass he said he was. Before this, I was about to decline his challenge (because, really, who wants to sword fight over something so juvenille?)[, but when he started trying to show off - and looking as silly as he did - I couldn't resist.

Apparently on my side, a couple of little kids walked over to me, handing me a couple of spare swords to put down in the back of my shirt...just in case. Lol. Anyone still in the room stepped back some, to give us space. Completely amused by the whole situation, I held my toy sword in a downward position, squaring off against the short, portly man. As I got ready, I noticed that my feet didn't feel planted firmly to the ground. Instead, they began to feel light and levitational, like they often do in dreams. This began to make me question the events of the dream, but the man attacked before I could reach full lucidity. Parrying his attacks came as absolutely no challenge, though. He was just kind of flailing the weapon about, with absolutely no form or experience, and I was able to knock away his attempts effortlessly, while still trying to keep my footsteps firmly on the floor.

After one more of his lunges, I launched a foot out and kicked his legs out from under him, bringing him to his knees. I'd had about enough, as it is, and reached down, grabbing his weapon and ripping it out of his hand. Immediately, I walked out of the classroom, leaving him there. Moving through the tight hallways, afterward, I finally became lucid. I had originally planned to locate the Dream World Academy, but I was actually kind of impressed by how cool this rapier was. I was also beginning to feel a little claustrophobic in this hallway, and began to suspect that the man I had just humiliated would come crashing through one of these walls, to retaliate. A little uncomfortable - and without any other immediate plan that I could remember - I decided to have a little fun and try an experiment. I attempted to wake myself up and bring the rapier into the waking world with me.

Gripping the sword tightly, I pulled my eyes open to wake up, focusing on the feeling of the sleek steel of the weapon. As if it had instantly turned to sand, I could feel the metallic rod disintegrate in my hand - a strange sensation, that I haven't felt in a while.

Then awake, I wiggled my fingers and looked at my hands to find...well...nothing, of course.

08/23/2011
Dream One
"Autobots Abroad"

I was Optimus Prime. The other Autobots and I were being summoned by the humans' governmental leaders, to be shipped off to far-away worlds, individually; each distant planet harboring some sort of elite Decepticon 'monsters,' that we were going to have try to destroy, before they came to Earth. There was a lot of contempt for this mission, because we didn't think the humans knew exactly what we were going up against. These weren't any ordinary Decepticons. They were ancient badasses, and even I wasn't sure we would stand our chances against them, on our own. For some reason, though, we had to do what the humans told us on this one.

I got to watch the others depart - even able to see their landings from a disembodied perspective - watching them crash down onto their assigned worlds like fallen meteors. There was a particularly nasty customer left for me, and I was the last one to be shipped away. I don't really remember much of the flight through space, but I do remember first seeing the planet that I had been dispatched to. It looked like almost any other planet, though I can't remember what color it was. Its one unique characteristic was an enormous storm cloud which literally sat 'above' the entire 'northern' part of the planet. It was like a cloud hovering over a snow globe, in that it truly seemed as a separate entity from the planet, itself - like an ominous growth atop the sphere, black and forboding, and seemingly poised to eat the entire planet whole.

I don't remember anything about actually landing, or facing off against the Decepticon giant.


Dream Two
"Soap"

Friends, family members and I had been taken at gun-point. There was this little faction of forgettable villains who were going to use me in their scheme to help spring one of their associates from a local prison. Apparently, their plan involved fitting me with some device - which was disguised as a bar of soap - and having me trojan it into the prison. I don't exactly remember what the device actually did, but what I do remember is that they were planning on getting it into the prison by shoving it up my a$$. As one might imagine, I was not down for this.

They, however, didn't really care about my opinion. I was told that, if I didn't comply, they would kill all of us without question. I was chained up by my arms, and some woman stood before me (looking a lot like Emma Frost from the new X-Men movie). I could see the plans for the device, printed on the wall behind her. She moved in closer to me, bringing her hands up and snapping on a pair of latex gloves. I knew that this was not going to be pleasant. Suddenly, though, I realized that I was dreaming! I was just completely creeped out by this situation, though, and the first thing that I did with my lucidity was instinctively cause myself to wake up.


Dream Three
"Market Melee"

I was an employee in a grocery store. There was quite a bit that had gone on, already, that I don't remember, but I soon became aware that there was a faction of ninjas and other assassins coming to kill me. I can't remember how I found this out, but I remember walking through the aisle, pushing a stock cart, while explaining to my older, female boss about the killers that were coming for me. She had been walking with me, accusing me of stealing beer from the freezer. Shortly after the accusation, though, she admitted that she found out it wasn't me, but Keifer Sutherland (who was apparently a co-worker) was the guilty party. Again, most of this part I've forgotten. Soon, though, I had become lucid, and anticipating the insurgency.

I don't remember much about when the assassins first started showing up - only that they were mostly a bunch of generic ninjas. I thought about my previous dream, and figured that the assassin concept might have been left over from my prison-scheme escape. They would attack in small groups, but I was just completely outclassing them with martial arts. And there was one female ninja, in particular, to whom I remember giving a vicious spinning heel kick to the face, and at one point, I was walking around the store with a pair of padded nunchaku (like the ones I have IRL, only black instead of white) taunting my attackers with a practice toy.

I remember one break I took, between skirmishes, to rub a stuffed bear on a nearby shelf, taking in the texture and using it to try to solidify the dream state. It worked a bit, but then I got into more fights, and my clarity began waning. At one point, I almost completely lost the dream. I could feel my waking world eyelids, and I tried to keep them from opening. In the dream, things were fading to black. I relaxed and held my eyes closed, but moved my ('real') eyes, as if looking around the room, trying to bring the grocery store environment back into view. After a bit of focus, and taking a brief look at my hands, things were much more vivid again.

There was a short break in the fighting, shortly after, and what seemed like an intermission in the dream. I was no longer lucid, and riding in a car with a girl who seemed to be a mix between my baby's mom and MJ. Apparently, this girl and I had an infant daughter with each other. She looked a lot like my ex's (MJ) daughter, and even had her daughter's lazy eye, but her eyes were a bright, almost neon green. In the car, I saw the mother being really rough with the baby and, when I went to say something, I noticed that it was just a baby doll in her hands, and the child was safe in her seat. Soon, we were back in the grocery store - baby and all. What I had come to find out was that this baby was rather advanced at her age, and some of the gestures she did, like waving and smiling, were just really surreal to see coming from a kid as little as she was.

Some time around here, my mom had showed up in the dream. I noticed that there were a few strange men following me. Until this time, I had forgotten about the initial onslaught of ninjas, but I was quickly reminded by the shadowy figures looming behind me. I remembered that I was dreaming, and this faction was apparently still after me. I left the child with my mom and drew my followers up near the front of the store. A few stray girls from around the store began to follow along as well, like groupies, which I thought was funny. Now that we were up near the check out counters, I turned to let these guys know that they'd been following me long enough. These particular guys were much more like thugs than ninjas (and kind of more-closely fit the look of the goons from the previous dream), one of them dressed in leather with a biker's vest. We had one particular exchange, where he kept telegraphing that he was going to throw a foot sweep. I kept waiting for it, and when it inevitably came, I hopped over it and twisted at the hip with a roundhouse kick to his face. I remember looking down at him and seeing a pool of blood forming beneath him as he lay there. It looked strange, though; like a crystalized liquid. I reached down to it, and actually picked up the whole red puddle at once, as if it were made of glass. When I got it a few feet off of the ground, it instantly turned back into liquid and splashed down on the ground in front of me.

There was one more opponent that I remember, after the 'biker.' He was dressed to the 9's in a blue tuxedo, slick black hair tucked under a matching top hat. He stood confidently with a magician's wand in one hand. From inside the leather vest of the downed biker, I removed a shoge. I knew I had no experience with a shoge in waking life, but since I was dreaming, I wasn't the least bit worried about it. I began whirling the chained weapon like a pro, using a few generic wrist twirls, and the weapon became a bladed blur. As nonchalant as could be, the magician raised his wand and began spinning it in front of him, between his fingers. I unleashed a barrage of swipes with the shoge - still rotating it around in something of a figure eight - but he blocked every motion with the effortless twirling of his wand as if it were a baton.

This stand-off was the last thing I remember.


Dream Four
"Dirty Pool"

I was on a high wall, on the backside of a power plant or something. Murky water/waste was running out of a tube below me - set high in the wall that was standing on - and falling down into a run-off pool. Todd and I were messing around on top of the wall, telling some jokes that I can only remember had something to do with Jean-Claude Van Damme. In the middle of one of my impersonations of him, I ended up falling over the railing nearest to me. Somehow, on my way down to the dirty water, Todd caught me by one leg and pulled me back up onto the wall.

Below another section of this wall, there was a wire-mesh platform suspended over the pool. There was a commotion, and we moved over to get a closer look. Two fighters were circling each other on this mesh, with a crowd of onlookers around them. I can't remember what he was doing, but something tipped me off that the fatter, shirtless fighter (apparently the reigning champ) was cheating. I started yelling accusations at him from my perch, and he was getting visibly annoyed. After 'winning' his fight, he finally called up to me, challenging me for running my mouth, and not coming down to fight him and prove that I had room to talk. At first, I just waved him off. I might have caught the guy cheating, but I'm not stupid, and I know that this guy had the size to just destroy me. Just when I was wondering how to get out of the situation with some dignity, I realized that this had to be a dream. Immediately, my timidness disappeared. I smiled down at him and jumped over the railing, from where I was standing, dropping down toward the mesh platform. It was a good 20ft drop and, halfway down, I tried to levitate before touching the mesh. I wasn't able to pause in the air, but I landed without even bending my knees, with the platform giving just a bit under my weight. It was a relaxed stance that felt a little awkward, but I held it, because it made me cool, as if showing off that I was completely unfazed by this dude's challenge, or the superhuman leap I had just taken.

Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the blow-by-blow, during the fight. All I can remember was that the guy was so slow and sloppy, and I was just completely destroying him. He would lunge and swing and flail - but not hit anything - and I would just be all over him, slinging quick combination counter-punches. I ended up winning, but don't really remember anything after that.


Dream (Fragment) Five
All I remember is riding a folding chair down Palm Springs Road, in Altamonte, like it was a luge. The road was on a steep incline (which it's not, in waking life), and I was just zooming. It was so much fun and intense. I didn't have any brakes, so I had to lean left and right as hard as I could, at breakneck speed, trying to dodge traffic. There was one time where I was unable to hold my line around a sharp turn, just as an 18-wheeler was coming around the corner, toward me. Careening out of control, ended up going under the bed of the truck, and sliding out the other side before the rear tires had a chance to run me over. That's about all I can recall.

Date: 4/09/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 3/10

Two bases on a snowy map. They have to assault our blue crystal - we continously repel them. There are only two players on the team, whom I fend off. Eventually we're all fighting on a kind of snowy bridge thing, trying to knock one another off, and then a powerful Gandalf-like figure comes and saves everyone who had fallen.

Going to someone's party, people from school are there plus a few who had left school a few years ago. We all catch up.

I go into an interviewer-style room, with some friends and we go to our seperate interviewers with the products we want to buy. Think those places in tech stores where you go into an office to organise the financing for TVs and stuff, except I was just buying a handful of lollies. After discussing payment options, I finally reveal to him that I have no money, and he gets very angry at me and kicks me out, so I spend the rest of the time milling about, counting the small amount of money I had and eating random things.

I'm with some people from the student council at school and they're insisting that the school pays for all my clothes.

CPS took my friend's children and I had my kids plus hers. My daughter was a baby in the car seat. I had to give some sort of presentation and I didn't have the right clothes. I tried to shop but the owner complained that I only sell my clothes but never bought any. I said I only sold clothes once. Asked about case plan but had no answers. Was in a banquet hall, tables were all dirty. Rich lady who had me at her house and asked me if I had a Smart Phone. Her home had a bloody bathroom but when I saw it I knew it was really at my house. There was a sense of time running out and feeling pressured.

Date: 5/09/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 1/10
I didn't remember much of this but I'm trying to write it all down regardless to improve my recall! Perhaps things will 'trigger' the memories further on in the day.

• Dressing up for some reason, at first my costume was going to be Pyramid Head from Silent Hill but then I stole someone else's costume, and I was some kind of English admiral, think Captain Cook, with the fancy parade uniform. I liked this one, but unfortunately it slowly morphed into some ludicrous pink parrot head thing.
• Some friends and I, (possibly in the same dream, at the festival for which we were dressing up) discovered some strange Da Vinci-like glider machines, think the one from Assassin's Creed 2, made of wood and canvas. I took it and tried it out, and it worked really well! I glided around and it was actually really fun.
• All throughout this same dream, I was performing epic feats of parkour - jumping off ultra high things, rolling around, doing crazy flips and such.

Worth noting was the glider, and how that worked. It was probably the best experience of flying I've had so far, and despite the fact that I wasnt lucid, I enjoyed it immensly. It seemed to impress my friends too, as though noone else was able to.

Off Topic: I think I need to search up some dream recall techniques, as the past few days I haven't really remembered much except tiny fragments.