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[COLOR="silver"]Everything worked out correctly, but now the awakenings are booring, so I am going to start incorporate some visualisation techniques. In the beggining of the night I will use the Hand affirmation, and on my WBTB I will use the Lucidology techniques.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were in my friends house, I have never been in that house but in the dream it felt like I had been there many times. Nothing special happend I was just there.

I was going home, but I took the wrong bus and got lost, I had idea where I was and I don't remember what happend next.

I was going to buy a lottery ticket to my friends birthday, but when I bought them I was afraid that he would win. So I kept them.[/COLOR]

Damn it.

As soon as I start trying to improve my dream memory I get a dreamless streak.

I WBTB, after some random visualisations i lost consciousness but ended up on a street, i did a nose plug RC and i can breathe! i look down at my hands, they seem normal so i try to push my fingers through my left hand, it works, they go through. "right, i am dreaming" i think to myself. I start to stabilise the dream and look around, i am in a room with my bed, except it is not MY room. I rub my hands together and decide to stabilise again in a different way, i suck the paint off one of the walls... Its now grey and it tastes weird.
I go downstairs and out onto the street, its twilight and i remember my task of getting a dc to do something for you, i see a girl in a blue top and a skirt, i float across the road towards her and say "excuse me, i just wanna speak to you", she ignores me so i repeat the question again. She turns to face me, sees that im floating and runs away. I try holding my hand out towards her "girl in blue top STOP RUNNING" it doesnt work and she rounds a corner.

I head round the corner to see where she went but i've lost her. Instead i see a guy with long hair and a black beanie on. He has a sleeve tattoo and i notice it. I walk over to him "Wow awesome tattoo man!" i say, he smiles at me and thanks me. I figure this is going well seeing as i've never intentionality had a conversation with a DC before. I tell him that i am dreaming right now, at first he is shocked then tells me, "I'm dreaming too!" he then says "lets do whatever we want!"
I tell him I am here because i have some tasks to do, he asks me what they are and i tell him about my task of falling from a height that would normally kill you. I ask him if he has anything he would like to do. He says yes but we can do that after. We walk towards a large building made of dark red bricks, i think this looks ok and turn to ask the guy "a fall would kill you from there, right?" he nods "yeah i reckon.."

Suddenly i get a little scared that i will forget this part of the dream, so i try and wake myself up so i can journal... I close my eyes and feel myself waking up.

I wake up in a bed and grab my DJ and start to journal about the dream, when im done, i roll over and sleep again.

I instantly appear in a supermarket very populated with DC's, nose plug RC it works I try pushing my fingers through my hand and that works too, then i try pushing them through a wall next to me, it works, but only slightly.
i want to find this guy again, he was kinda cool, then remember my task of telling a DC to do something, i have a look around to which DC's look like they'd help me out, there are so many. I see an old school friend called Nick, walking towards me... I walk over to him "hey man, not seen you in TIME! I need a favour, i know I'm dreaming and i am looking for someone, i need to find him, can you help me out?" Nick smiles "sure" he asks me to stand inside one of the squares on the tiled floor, i do. He makes a weird gesture with his hands and then stops, the floor around me begins to glow where i am stood. "not what?" i ask. He turns to me and says "just walk into any room, through any door & you will find him"
"coooooooooooool!" i think to myself. I thank Nick & he walks away, i go into the first room i see, its a shop that i was standing outside. i start to look around. At first i cannot see him, so i walk in and still nothing, yet when i turn around he is there behind me, sweeping the floor. I think he works here. "FOUND YOU!" i say, he looks surprised and replies "yo! You totally disappeared on me before" i apologise and explain about me not wanting to forget so journalling quickly. We both head into the nearest room, there is a small window at the end. We both walk towards it, i open it and look down, its about 6 floors up, this should do, i turn to my tattooed friend and say "that would kill me, right?" he walks over and looks out "....Yeah man that would DEFINITELY kill you... Be careful yeah?" i laugh and nervously RC again just to make sure, yup dreaming. I realise that the space im looking out to now is the place i met this guy... Cool, i spawned myself inside the building. With both arms either side of the window i fling myself out and shout "wooooooooo!!!" just as im about to land i wake up in bed.

I roll over and grab my DJ, the entry from before is surprisingly neat for me and the writing is tiny, it almost looks like I didn't write it. i shrug it off and carry on journalling. Once I'm done, Hobbs walks into the room "DUDE! do you even know what you did last night!?" I panic and shake my head... he laughs at me "mate you need to apologise to wardy and her friend".... "but i was dreaming" i say, he laughs again and explains that I'd slept-walked around the house and scared my friend sarah and her friend, who i have never seen before. As we are talking they come to my room too and tell me it was really weird, i keep asking what i did but they don't tell me. All of a sudden my old work friend Livia is there "what are YOU doing here!?" i say, she smiles and hugs me... Sarah asks for a hug and i tell her no, cause i wanna know what i did first. They all leave the room, i look back at my DJ entry and at how weird the writing is... My vision blurs and i wake up in my bed for real this time.

Dammit!! =P

So my family and a I were part of a big boisterous clan of horse-riding nomadic people. We were all gathered around that evening to watch our traditional form of storytelling play out, as performed by a couple of our young men. The way it worked was, they arrayed a set of small horse-figurines in traditional panoply on a couple of gridmarked low, square tables. We all sat around in a sort of low oasis grotto or amphitheater--I got the sense that it was rocky, dry, and inhospitable just beyond the bowl of our little valley--and as the stars came out in the sky, they started their performance. It was very stylized and involved moving the little figures solemnly one by one, while letting out great cries and noises to tell the story. Not words, just these ritualized and highly codified hoots and musical crashing and banging. Even though I think they were telling a story of some great historical war between clans or something serious, all of us assembled thought it was hilarious. And all of us were falling over each other laughing and admonishing each other breathlessly to be quiet and pay attention. The young men were very tolerant of their audience, as I guess this sort of behavior was to be expected on whatever holiday this was.

Afterwards, as dawn turned into day (it had some of the alacrity of the Minecraft day/night cycle, which I had been wrecking my nerves over just before I went to sleep. that game is fucking terrifying) we packed up. The hilarity had receded and everyone was seriously setting to the task of breaking camp. Our furniture was dark and richly finished, and it all broke down so that it could fit on some few wagons I was vaguely aware existed besides all the pack-horses, possibly drawn by camels. We had a big ponderous dining table and some other stuff. Anyway as I watched these things get broken down into surprisingly small and portable component pieces, I was having a kind of serious conversation with I think my mother or somebody else important and involved with what was coming next. I was feeling apprehensive, because soon, I was going to have my coming-of-age ceremony. Shane was "my" horse in the dream, and since we were horse-nomads, to enter adulthood I would need to symbolically complete his tack. He was all tacked up already for the occasion and all that was left to acquire for him was a bucking strap (a mysterious piece of tack I'd heard my mom talking about with the saddle fitter yesterday, I still don't know what one is. in the dream it was just a long, thin double leather ribbon).

So, I rode Shane to Wal*Mart all on my own, but I think trailing everybody in the family a distance behind so they could see how I was doing. I left Shane outside with them and went into Wal*Mart. I wandered around a little and couldn't find the bucking straps (this wasn't a very clear or important part, it wasn't a "wandering around, can't find x" dream) and eventually I found a salesperson who had an array of bucking straps in a variety of colors rolled up like belts. He was telling me about the properties of the different colors. He handed me a faded looking black one and said it was the best, and that dark black was the worst and white was better than dark black. I frowned and tried to dispute some contradictory point he'd made, like, if what he was talking about was due to pigment density, wasn't that white one the best, and not this grey one? I don't think he could answer to my satisfaction. Anyway I asked him to bring out a series of different colors and patterns--"Do you have this kind?" etc.--until finally I settled on a brown one. I said, oh good! I'll just pop out the front and test it against my horse's kit in the parking lot, and come back and buy it if it matches. But he was all, nooooo, you can't take merchandise out of the store like that. Here, chip off a tiny piece from this rivet connecting all the brown bucking straps together. And I was like, sure, and I did, and came out of the store in a stately fashion, aware of my clan all looking at me approvingly outside a ways off. I held up the crumb to Shane's saddle critically and at length judged that it matched well enough, so I went back inside, acquired the brown bucking strap, and then had a confused few moments of trying to figure out how it actually fit on the horse. I...don't think the configuration I eventually came up with was how it actually went.

Anyway, then I think we all rode home, or onwards anyway, and then we had a big party of which I was an important central figure and the last thing I remember is everyone arguing and bossing each other around goodnaturedly about who I was going to squeeze in between at that big table, which had been set up again somewhere Minecraft-forest-style close and dark, but with bright homey lanterns and stuff to keep the night back.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my great grandmother's house. My great grandma (who IWL passed away about two years ago) was sitting in an armchair near her front door. My sister sat at a footstool near the chair. There were other family members in the house, as if we were having a gathering or party of some kind.

My great grandma was showing us photos from a big photo album she had. The photo album had black covers, and the pages were letter-size, clear plastic page sleeves, probably with a black "backing" set into each sleeve. Each page had one photograph, which was as big as a letter-size piece of paper.

The photos were from my great grandfather's time of service in the Air Force. Apparently he had fought in World War II. My great grandma and/or my sister told how my great grandpa would send these photos home in letters. The letters would be kind of cheerful, not hinting at any danger my great grandpa was experiencing.

My great grandma had put all these photos into a book and then had then captioned each one in the same kind of cheerful, breezy tone that my great grandpa had used in his letters.

My great grandma now laughed. She said that, looking back on these photo captions, she was shocked at how naive and silly they sounded, and how they trivialized the hard experiences my great grandpa had had in the war. We all laughed.

My sister took the book. She may have had the intention either of putting the book away or of showing us the pictures, but not reading any of the captions. I asked my sister, a little forcibly, if I could see the book. I wanted to read some of the captions aloud. After my great grandma's story, the captions seemed like the most interesting thing of all.

I sat down on a footstool on the other side of the room from my sister. I looked through the pages. Some photos had captions on their bottom edges, typed in. Others had captions written on the backs of the photos, scrawled out in big letters with some purplish pencil. Others had a combination of typing and handwriting.

I now started actually looking at the photos. I was stunned when I saw a photo of a jet fighter, like an F-4 or an F-16. The fighter was on the ground, and it was largely hidden from view by big vehicles like trucks, so I only saw the nose, cockpit, and two rectangular air intake valves on either side of the nose.

I looked at the back side of the photograph. It said F-15 and something like "Flurry or Fury" or "Fluffy or Fury." The word "Fury" was then repeated. This was all typed, centered, at the top of the page, as if by an official agency. There was a little bit more official text, followed by a lot of scrawled out writing from my great grandma.

I stuttered to my family, "This -- this -- must be one of the first uses of jet fighters in actual combat situations!"

My great grandma nodded in affirmation.

I then flipped through some more pages. One group of photos showed some kind of switchboard area. Women were working the switchboards. There was one photo with a woman with dark hair, in a 1940s style, curly, down to about her shoulders. The woman wore a uniform, but I don't remember if she wore a hat. She may have been wearing small, round eyeglasses.

I said, again in surprise, that this was one of the first groups of women to be used for something like strategic or technological operations.

Dream #2

I was walking into a really busy clothing store, coming in behind a big group of people. There were racks full of clothes as soon as we came in the doors. The people in front of me kind of filtered out to different areas of the store. A little girl in a cheerful-patterned, red and white dress followed the people.

I basically went to some set of clothes racks with panties on display. There were some other people there. Two were a couple, a young man and a young woman. They both looked kind of well-off. I was afraid they would think I was a pervert for being here. I also worried whether the parents of the little girl I'd seen would think I was a pervert.

Dream #3

A song. A guitar played a nice sounding, strumming melody with a solid, but relaxed rhythm. I took this to be the foreground music. Then another stringed instrument (???) Would come in occasionally and add a little riff that sounded a bit like that "Brazil" song from the movie... um... Brazil, by Terry Gilliam.

25-08-11 I am at a home office, belonging to my mum and I don't think my dad lives there any more. I really need to take a whiz.

I look in the cupboard to see if the bowl is there though I can't find it, I have a moment of thinking “why is it we don't have a toilet?”.

Ah well I might as well use the floor then, that is probably where it would go anyway. I start pissing on the floor. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

While I am peeing I try running around finding some towels, kitchen towels and paper to soak it all up with. I manage to find quite a few of these, but.. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

When I am done my sister walks into the kitchen and grabs something from the fridge, there is an open door between us and I am worried she will see what I have just done.

I talk to her about why she is up, she replies she has been asleep for about 8 hours (I worry if she is done sleeping) but also that she isn't done yet. She turns around and walk back, she has a massive smile on her face, and she looks like she has been exercising, as her face is all red.

I grab all the towels and put them under the desk (looks like the desk my dad made for me when I was living at home before moving to England). There is still a towel that I have put on a stack of papers and the A4 paper is now soaked as well. Besides this the urine is now starting to run down the side of this stack and into the printer, luckily it is an old printer not in use.

I wake up, check myself, experience a brief “phew, close one” moment and hit the john.
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I am in a counter strike setting, me and my team mates are waiting in a harbour office building or something similar for the gates to open. When hey do hell breaks loose and shots are exchanged.

Should think the setting is at the docks, late afternoon though I don't see much outside the office I do see containers though.

Skip.

I come to myself still in the building, the gate is closed (if the gate is still even there). I walk around and run into a rather large man (not fat, but rather NFL potential build), he is of the enemy team so I pull out a falchion (think it is the closest description, it is a sword that curves like a mother fucker).

He pulls out a small knife of about 3-4 inches maybe.

I pull another falchion and start swinging at him. He dodges, sort of, I mean it looks like he is standing still, but he sorta doesn't stand still either.

After a bit of this he grabs my arm, turns me around and disarm the sword of that hand. I am at that moment completely at his mercy. He grabs the sword I have dropped and swing it over my arm that he is holding.

He doesn't actually hit me with it, but the motions he is making are blurry (that fast), and would have wrecked my arm had he followed through on the silent threat.

He lets me go and I panic.

I run back through a door with a code lock. The door is open and then take a left to get back to the room I started in. I can see the door is open as the one I have just run through, but the man now runs out the door and blocks my escape.

He tells me that the windows in the building are unbreakable and that there is no way out for me.

I dash for the window straight in front of me, though I know the windows are unbreakable I can't give up without trying to get away.

I leap and jump towards the window, I pull up my feet in order to kick the glass out and I hit a sensation of what might as well be the concrete floor I just left.

I know my fate is sealed.

I wake up.
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I am in school, more specifically a selected course of the university (I am supposed to take one this semester). The room looks like the top room of Falck in Hornslet.

My teacher is Søren Pilmark and he is an ass.

First off I haven't read what I was supposed to, which doesn't really bother me as I have had no way of knowing what it was. The teacher doesn't seem to care and is talking harshly to us all.

A class mate asks if he will develop an application that will help with the learning. He tells him that he doesn't care much and that he would rather be with his family.

Skip.

I bitch and whine about this silly teacher of ours to someone. I also mention that it is “That actor dude..”
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I am at a race, not an ordinary race, but a race nonetheless. It happens in a cave and there are multiple finishing points. Yellow, blue, green, red etc.

The aim is simple, get to the finishing point as quickly as possible. There is a twist though.

For every goal there is a direct route of average challenge, this route is marked from the start so everyone knows about it.

The goal is decided by a faerie (I think). So there are a lot of people waiting at the starting area and awaiting the words of the fae.

“Green!” And people start rushing off to the green tunnel, except a rather smallish blonde girl (she has long blonde hair, and she heads for the yellow tunnel. I am hovering above her at this time looking at what she is doing.

She is ascending a steep narrow grassy hill and at one point she has to crawl down and use her arms to get upwards. At this part of the track there are houses and portals(?) on either side of the pathway.

She gets to the top and then falls back and let herself fall into the portal on the left hand side. I follow and we are pretty much right at the goal.

I think she goes in and wins it and none of the other competitors are anywhere near. I try and get an overlook of the tunnel system up, but the only thing I manage to figure out is that the original route is wicked long compared to what she just did.

There are multiple portals in this room and there are two guardians guarding the goal or something. One of them starts making it's way towards the girl.

It looks like predator, though it has something on the back of its skull, missing all the “tentacle hair” always associated with them. Besides this its head is much smaller and it doesn't seem to posses quite as threatening physique. It is wearing a white robe or similar.

I jump up to it, I get the feeling that I could take it if it came to a fight, but I try cunning instead. I have for the past couple of moments looked at my experience sheet, and I am positive it says I have “38900” (or close thereto) out of the same number, or in other words I am at the exact level up point only need a bit more.

I ask the guardian if I can quickly show my sister my experience sheet before they continue fighting. Unexpectedly the guardian agrees and waits. I say, “Hey look at my experience!” and then I see that I am actually 1000 short “Ahhh”, I tell the guardian, “I thought I was actually at the level up number”.

Then I ask him if there is a place we can go and kill some monsters so I can get the last bit I need. He agrees and escorts me into a toilet and explains where the different monsters hang out.

I think to myself I could just kill this one, but he is actually rather helpful and likable, plus it would just be lame to sucker punch him when he is only trying to help.
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Speaking to someone if they are bound in the same way to words as the Sidhe.
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Something about 50 cent or U-turn in a golf cart not being happy with my admission to the school, might not have been a legal arrangement.

So you know how I like that one guy right? The guy I refer to as "C"..but I will call him K-Love now (that's his nickname that some people call him) Well we've become pretty good friends and yeah. :3 This is a dream I had that was mostly about him...except this first part.

I was on a plane i belive with my friend Kaitlynne. I was terrified because they said we were about to crash. Something in the Plane's computers had gone wrong and there was no way they could stop it. And as our speed picked up, we realized that we were not going to survive unless we left the plane, with parachutes. Kaitlynne and I put on ours and we go to see our youth pastor. He tells us that God will protect us, unless it is our time to go. But even if we die, we will be in heaven and everything will be okay. He tells us to pray for courage and strength... I don't actually remember jumping off the plane with my friend.
(time skip)
I am at a party. There is a pool. My friend and I swim around in it for a while, but don't seem to get wet at all. When I got out, I heard K-Love somewhere. I went to find him. I found him with one of his friends and they were doing somthing...I don't remember what it was. I think it had something to do with music or drumming. Then I go into the church and he is there now, too, but I don't notice. He comes up behind me and pokes my shoulder and then messes up my hair with one hand. I turn around and he just smiles at me. Then, a few seconds later, this kid wants him to play Wii with him. K-Love says that he would later.
(time skip)
I am outside with my friend Sarah from church. We see K-Love and his friend drumming. I grin at him and watch him. We make eye contact a few times, smiling at each other every time.
(time skip)
I am in a large cafeteria-like room. We are eating. The thing is, the plates are just large chips. There are no good ones left, only fragments. I sigh and pick up the biggest shard I can find. A lady comes up and says "There you go, that's a good one." Then I give her this 'are you stupid?' look. Then I wake up.

So yeah I kinda liked this dream. Other than the fear of death I had during the airplane part. Recently I've been talking to K-Love more and more. The two of us have a great number of things in common. We even love the same parts in a certain movie from a certain trilogy. We are both musical and we love horses greatly. We even like the same breed of horse...Quarter Horse. I really like this guy and I hope he likes me back. I've caught him looking at me before. It was cute.

I'm at home, in my room. Solimar arrived. Told him he never contacted me, and that he hasn't replied to my question. He act like he didn't hear a thing. I told him I'll get back my stuff. Mom told me to come home tonight. I was not thinking of going anywhere, but then the thought came to me of going to San Carlos to get my stuff.

Then I was with Rexi. It's still in our town. He was about to leave and ride a car with someone. Told him the best way to introduce people to the business is to bring them to the functions to see the bigger picture, like what it was like with him. He agreed.

I was in a supermarket. The set up is strange. There are supermarket goods outside of the supermarket. It's also a very unfamiliar supermarket. Almost went lucid, but I rationalized it away.

I am walking around at my job. I work security at a distribution center, so it is just a big warehouse. I realize I am dreaming and try plugging my nose and poking my hand. I can see my finger go through to the other side of my hand. I try to leave by walking though a door, but it is just an office. I am lucid, but I am not thinking the clearest and don't know what to do, so I just try to fly/jump high a couple times without much success. Then there are two lions that walk toward me. I go up some stairs and they follow me. I try to kick them and I am suddenly at my Mom's house, and I am no longer lucid. She comes home and I go downstairs where my sister and a friend of hers are sitting in recliners. My sister says something about it taking me a long time to get there. I go back upstairs and my mom hands me a drink with about twenty straws in it.


I need to remember to take a minute to stabilize the dream and become fully lucid. There have been a few dream where I have become lucid, but I don't think clearly enough to really do anything and just end up walking around trying to think of something to do.

Sorry, want to get the dj achievement. Not to mention I don't feel like sharing my dreams publicly unless I feel that I want to.

That or 3 for sure huh?

It was night time. I was at somebody's house. I didn't know them. They were crying and mourning.

They were outside and I was there trying to comfort them.

I looked up to the moon. It fizzled, turned blood pink, and little beads of pink light arose from the center and aligned themselves in a circle around the moon.

I looked online, when I woke up, to see if I could identify that symbol anywhere but I didn't have much luck. I saw a picture of it on one of the charts, but there wasn't any explanation of it.

I was surprised to see such a symbol in the sky. In the dream I knew that it was giving me guidance towards something, that I had a greater purpose in this dream.

I was going back inside the house when I noticed that the moon had gotten exponentially closer to the Earth. The Moon now filled up the greater majority of the sky. I had never seen such a majestic view of it. I could see every crater in ridiculous vividness.

I decided to just sit there and stay awhile.

I was dreaming something about me and Riverstone when I realized I was lucid and decided I wanted to do something with it.
As usual, he was being a nag, not accepting that we were in a dream, so I just flew out of the window and left him behind. It was late night and pitch dark. I landed on the top of a building and I did some tricks to stabilize the LD. Found out a new way to keep myself anchored - chewing gum! The sensation of taste and texture helps stabilizing the LD and it's something you can keep doing during the entire dream.
Once I felt anchored I used a door as a portal to the town of Denn. I landed on what looked like a fancy mall instead of the outdoors market, but every time I've been there it looked different, so I embraced it. I looked at my reflection in a mirror and adjusted my look - there I was in my black boots, black leggings, red corset, long dark hair and samurai blade.
I looked for the weapons' stands and I found a lady selling what seemed to be tibetan buddhist knifes and swords, with vajras on the grip and beautiful turquoise ornaments. I immediately knew what I wanted, so I asked her if she had the sword of Manjushri.
Manjushri is the wisdom Buddha, who holds in his right hand a sword with burning flames at the end of the blade. This sword is said to represent the realization of transcendent wisdom which cuts down ignorance and duality.



She seemed apprehensive with my request and started talking very fast in a foreign language - sometimes sounded like german, other times sounded like russian. I asked her what she meant, but she didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. She started talking to other customers and putting me aside. I was baffled.
Then some guy pulled me over a corner and told me he knew where this sword was. He told that this sword was in the hands of some rich noble guy who got it (stole it?) for his private collection. He gave me his name and the land where he lived and then disappeared. I guess there was more about this sword going on, than I initially expected. There were different interests pulling it in different directions. This guy probably was using me to get the sword, but I wouldn't let it keep it anyway.
I used another door as portal to this other land and landed on a beach, where people were gathered for some kind of local festivity. It was a beautiful day, but it was ruined by a water spout that formed close to the shore. It worked as a wake up call for me, as it forced me to take cover in the city and reminded me of my mission.
I noticed when looking up at the sky, that there was a suspended bridge - almost like a suspended tunnel - over the city, high up in the clouds. It was metallic with big glass panoramic windows and branched in several directions. It was used for traveling to different parts of the town and to neighboring towns. I flew up there and looking down I tried to feel in my guts where the guy's house might be. I was amazed by the beautiful landscape below. I thought: "it looks just like a Hayao Miyazaki film" and it did! There were green fields with geometric forms, interspersed with colorful cottages of different shapes and sizes, all around the city center. When I finally tuned in to the house of the guy, I left myself fall down from the suspended tunnel through the clouds and with that I teleported myself to inside his home.
But this time I had to be smarter. I couldn't just appear there, so I actually entered the body of his daughter, who was about to wake up in her room. She opened her eyes and I was seeing through her eyes. She was in her pajamas and I used her body to open the door and explore the rest of the house. I saw her dad ("so, this is the guy?") on the dining room drinking coffee and reading some papers. The mom was busy walking around between dining room and kitchen and said good morning to me. There was also one or two boys, probably the brothers, roaming around. I looked inside each room, trying not to look like a stranger to this house. The mother however noticed my strange behavior and I excused myself with being looking for something.
When she left me alone I found the dad's office and saw a bunch of swords and knifes near his desk. I looked at each and every one and took some out of their cover, but none was the one I wanted. Then I was caught in flagrant by the guy, with a sword in my hand. He looked me in the eyes and he knew. He asked me "who are you? who sent you?". I tried to disguise "what do you mean, dad? it's me!". But he wouldn't buy it. Things were getting ugly and by then I had already figured out the sword wasn't there. I had found on my exploration that they had a country house somewhere else and the sword was probably hidden there. The guy was threatening me and I was loosing lucidity, so I decided this dream wasn't going anywhere anyway, so I woke up.

My boyfriend Sean and I were on the shore of some beach, searching for seashells. We had already collected many, but were sent back to look for more because the previous ones were either not enough or not the right ones. My most prominent memory of this dream is a close-up of Sean, bent down serenely on the shore to pick up a shell as the waves lapped onto his legs. He was still wearing his sneakers and his pant-legs weren't even rolled up. But he looked so calm, like an angel, as his dark skin gleamed in the low sunlight. My dream self was somewhere behind him, minding her own business and searching for shells...

I was standing out of the door frame of a small-ish vehicle floating out in the middle of a lake. Two other people were with me, whom I didn't recognize but I knew they were my friends, one guy and one girl. I wasn't myself, for the most of the dream. I felt like a guy. My consciousness kept flickering back to myself, but for the most part I felt like I was a guy I know in real life named Shane.
The three of us were on a mission to meet someone - Satan. Images of magazine covers and internet articles flashed in my mind's eye with 'Satanism' and similar titles in big bold letters. I knew that the writers of those articles knew very little of their subject matter, that it was all just religious hype and media frenzy... but I knew. In fact I was on my way to meet the man right now.
I could see a small group of figures across the water, hovering above the surface, all in white tunics and slouchy pants pulled in at the ankles... like the style of clothing Indian men sometimes wear. He was among them, feigning unawareness of our approach. Suddenly my two partners had to use the bathroom. They didn't know whom we were approaching and thus weren't afraid, but they jumped out of the car and swam back to shore. I grit my teeth in disappointment that they had left me at the most inconvenient time. I couldn't fight Him alone, and he knew it, too. As soon as I took my eyes off of my friends' backs, I knew he was coming for me. Before I was all the way turned around to face him he was already hovering over the hood of my car - it was a blueish SUV, I think. My breath caught for a second... his grin and pitch-black eyes could freeze the blood, but... the rest of him...
He was bald and pale, with soft features, and the glowing white tunic only served to make him appear more harmless. He wasn't here to kill me. My male consciousness opened his mouth and began bad-mouthing the king of the underworld, causing me to mentally face-palm. As stupid as it was to use sarcasm against the man who was probably the inventor of hurtful language, I couldn't stop my alter-ego. Our opponent's grin turned sour at such disrespect; he and my alter-ego shared a heated conversation which I cannot recall, but then I knew it was time to stop this. His slight unamusement did not prevent his tunic from emitting an almost-blinding glow from the sunlight.
I ducked our body back into the car and began frantically shutting the doors and windows. It didn't help. I knew He could drown us in a second. He didn't though. Instead he forced the passenger-side window down without hardly a twitch of a muscle, and lowered himself to stare me in the eyes. My alter-ego broke loose with insults again, much to my displeasure. Lucifer's frown slowly turned upward and my heart began to thump against my chest. Suddenly the passenger side door (upon which I was leaning) flung open as Lucifer took a mid-air-step backwards. "Oops, your door is open," he chimed, in the most soothing, melodic male voice I have ever heard, and he floated away with a soft chuckle. Only then did the car begin to sink. I quickly crawled to the driver's side and opened the door. As I stood up to jump off, the water began to get wild and I could see my friends beginning to wade back to the car, too engulfed in conversation to notice the danger.
"Guys! Don't come any closer!" I called to them. They stopped, confused, as I jumped out and swam to them. I was surprised at how fast I could even though I usually can't swim at all. just as I had reached them and stood up to explain what had just happened, my male friend noticed our sinking car. He placed a rough hand on my head and dunked me under water again.
"THIS is for letting our car go to waste!" he growled at me as I struggles to get out of his grip. I was not afraid of drowning, but I became even more angry the longer he held me underwater. Finally he released me. I stood up and passed him to hide myself behind a building nearby on the beach.
Lucifer hadn't meant to kill me, though he could have in an instant, I reflected. But my friends had just deeply hurt me by not even giving me a chance to explain myself and blaming me after I had come so close to Death. I would just let them go back out to try to save the car, and let them face the same peril I had just escaped from. I would never speak to them again.