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first off I've come back after breaking my dry spell. I had two lucids last night. Both DILD. I 'll tell you all about it.
1st dream. I was in what looked like a room somewhere in my school. The walls were pink, yet almost red. There were necromorphs coming in from the cieling. (necromorphs are a type of zombie from a game called dead space) I was using guns from call of duty to kill them. After about 6 kills I somehow ended up in my house and the teacher in the room had turned into my mother. Everyone was starting to go to sleep which upset me because it was not safe to go to sleep in a zombie infested area. don't remember anything after that.

2nd dream: I was going to school on a unicycle or a icycle and I almost hit the front of this red car. once we both stoppped the underage driver got out and gave me a high five and walked off. I continued to school. There I realized that I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be in the 5th or 6th grade, (I'm in the 8th) so I left after a while. Then I went to a middle school. where I saw Alot of familiar faces and then thos one girl came up to me and starting saying provocative things like I could have her way with her if I wanted to. I decided to put my hand on her hip and she took it off and said she was kidding. Then I don't know how, but I ended up in the krusty krab and went lucid. There was a pile of gold I jumped into it and tried to use my powers by lifting a cell phone without touching it. It took me a few tries. Then I realized I ha little control here. Then I went to Where Mr. krabs house used to be and did a reality check to make sure I was still dreaming. There were two giant flys on the remnants of his house. One was dead and the other was trying to fix it, and was spraying webs. eventually I woke up.

dream3: once I woke up it was 2 minutes before my alarm clock went off, I tried going back to sleep but the clock went off before that. I went to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror I looked wierd and so did the other stuff in the mirror and I became lucid. The first thing I did was jump ouy of the nearest window to fly but landed on my head. But there fore some reason was the strange addition to my house with a couch in it that I landed on. Once I landed on the couch I reality checked and stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands and then the dream got less fuzzy. But I got that feeling I always do when I'm falling in a dream. It's a painful yet ticklish feeling in my stomach that scared me and for the first time I didn't wake up when I felt it. I tired again to jump out of the window and fly and failed again.

I know there was more to this lucid because it lasted at least 3 minutes but I can't remember more because I've been slacking when It comes to writing in my journal lately.

I had no control in these lucids any advice would be cool.

This is really... surprising. I've had five lucids in the past four nights. No idea why. I can't remember much of the first one and the second one was kind of a fail, but still.

~First: I think I only realized I was dreaming with the first one was because I started waking up, so it wasn't very long. I convinced a friend who happened to be standing nearby to race me. She turned into a horse immediately and took off, and I had to change as I was running, so that was kind of awkward. But it was fun.

~Second: This was on the same night. I was in a large room with metal walls, and a metal ceiling and floor. There was a pool set into the floor that took up most of the room, and a big metal door against one wall that slid open every few seconds and then closed. When the door opened, it sucked in everything that wasn't held down into a white void. I stood right next to it to avoid being sucked in. Then an alligator and a shark popped up out of the pool and started chasing me. I became lucid randomly sometime after that. I noticed a normal door set back into a little alcove in the corner of the room, but thought that if I went through there I might be stuck wandering around some weird building. So I dove through the sliding door instead. All around me was nothing but a white void. I had been planning on just thinking of where I wanted to go and letting it kind of materialize around me, but I think the lack of anything happening woke me up.

~Third: I was traveling around a dark mountainous landscape with Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione. I became lucid for no apparent reason and remembered a joke, which I proceeded to tell Harry.
Me- "Knock knock."
Harry- "Um... Who's there?"
Me- "You know."
Harry- "You know who?"
Me-
Harry- "...Ha ha."
We all crept around the rocks for quite a while, and then found a cave-type thing. We started to walk through, but... the head from the Statue of Liberty fell from the ceiling and shouted, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" I ran past it immediately. "That doesn't count," it informed me. I walked back and a giant bullent came hurtling towards the three of us. We scattered and ran past the head. I don't think we ever ended up anywhere.

~Third: The creature from 'Relic' (Book by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, later a movie) was chasing me around, but in the dream it could talk.

Craaaaaap, I have to leave. I'll put the rest on Friday.

1. I was lying on an interstate overpass, sideways, so that if cars were coming they would run over my head and legs. However, traffic was stopped still, so I didn't get run over. I was looking backwards, so that all the cars were facing me. Directly in front of me stood a young black man. He was just minding his own business, then suddenly he looked over me and yelled to somebody, "No, YOU get in the WHITE cab!"

I looked behind me to see who he was talking to. A white man was behind me, riding in a stagecoach. He was yelling at the black man, "No, YOU get in the BLACK cab!" and pointing to the vehicle one lane to the side. I looked to see the cab he was talking about and was shocked to see a cart heaped high with burning corpses.

"No, YOU get in the WHITE cab!"

"I AM in the white cab! YOU get in the BLACK cab!"

Finally I got up and glared at the white guy. He immediately calmed down and started fussing with his clothes. The black man also calmed down immediately, looking at the sky.


2. I was watching my friend Jacob play a video game. It was a racing game where people were shooting bombs at you from the sidelines, and that made it really hard. My friend was doing his best but he couldn't complete the course because he kept dying. I asked if I could have a try. He said something scornful, but let me try it. When the race started, I couldn't figure out how to go and kept crashing into walls. Then, we realized that the bomb people don't expect you to do so bad, so they shoot bombs at where you should be rather than where you are. Since I was a little behind, the bombs were already on the course by the time I got to them, so it was much easier to dodge them. I still came in last, but my friend thought that it was a good strategy to wait a bit.

August 24, 2011

I should be going to my classes but I sat on a stone bench all day. A guard walk by but seeing how I no longer going to school (why no lucid?) he don't seem to mind. I watch the retarded kids get on their own private bus (sorry but "special ed" sound more like an insult to me). I saw my brother get out of school and he said bus 79 is down (forgot if broken or what) so we should be on 75. The driver who look like a student stated that we indeed should be on that bus. I woke up.

I had two other fragments but forgot them due to laziness and falling back to sleep.

August 24, 2011 melatonin
I had a lucid dream. Forgot how it went though. I believe I was in Elementary school when realization came. Then I observed, and then went straight towards shrubbery and visualized that I was going to Denn. Woke up.
I think I was collecting items in my stupid RPG game when the dream scene turned into some sort of Harry Potter hall. I think Harry killed Voldemort, but then Harry started attacking me, and this other black guy, but he died and was laying on the floor. Then I think we began to sword fight. There was blood everywhere. (this was after I watched KillBill.lol.) We fought at the end of the staircase, and I killed him. I staggered my way to the one guy he just killed and sat next to him. I knew the students were coming out of their classes soon. And when they did they panicked to the sight that Harry was dead. I walked over to everyone shrouding over his body with two bowls in my hands, someone screamed, Voldemort killed him!! Then I replied as I walked over, I killed Harry Potter. I then walked to the other sideo of the room and sat down and began to eat what was in the bowls. It felt like time lapsed and Harry died a long time ago. I felt guilt, but I wasn't grieving. The female giant to 9'o'clock of me told me I was eating Yakisoba and I agreed with her and gave it to her. Yakisoba is fucking disgusting.*
School began, I was going to my classes still with a guilty feeling of killing Harry. I remembered to keep as quiet as I could (my goal this year). While I was looking at the school map for my class, it didn't look familiar at all. I entered this one class with two chicks that I use to know before. The teacher was blonde and sweet, but I was slightly late. It looked like a cheap college classroom. I sat down in the back. I was wearing my big knit poncho(it's actually really pretty looking). I felt as if I was really attractive looking during this time. The teacher was doing her teaching thing, and the white guy behind me kept playing with my hair. I sat there, just waiting. When class was nearly over, I got up to stand near the door, when the asian guy pulled my hood on top of my head, or he was messing with me hair. I squeeled and glared at him. I saw an old friend at I never really talked to. She said Hi and I smiled. I exited and it looked like outside elementary school. I made way to my class, which was on the other side. The place began to look like a giant one story mall. I saw this other chick and asked her where I could find this place. She brought me past these mannequins and expensive looking places. She showed me to the entrance and I thanked her. The curtains were closed, and I told the lady next to it, I'm a student of this class. She said were not allowing people in anymore. You're late. I could see flashes and loud music coming from behind the velvet curtain. It looked like a modeling class. Why would I ever sign up for something like that? I left and decided, I'll kill my time by switching classes. In the hall I saw all my juggalo friends. (I'm no juggalo c But I said Hi and they were all selling stuff. I had this bag of chocolate in my hands and didn't want it, so I said who wants it, and the little boy and girl said they wanted it, so I threw it to the boy and said to share with her. I then walked over to the class changing machine. Technology changed. I let the girl behind me go first, since I didn't know how to work it. The this one guy in one of my last year classes wanted to change his class too. I let him past me and he changed. He used to be one of those students that no one likes but he was really flirty. I dedided to change that "modeling" class into a recurring engineering class.*

Sometimes in the morning I just lay there and have fragmented sleep. It occurred to me this morning that it was a perfect time to try to lucid, so I did.

I had a dream where I was with my mom and we were in some extraordinarily beautiful vacation spot. The water was crystal clear, everything was warm but not hot, the sun was shining and everything was just breathtaking. She got on a floaty and I had a ton of trouble getting back on the boat. The dream was very short.

When I woke up, I decided to MILD. I thought of being back there, and then how I'd get back on the boat and go inside the cabin to summon a girl I've been trying to have lucid sex with for weeks.

When I fell asleep, I was in a very large office sort of place, but that doesn't really describe it. I can see it clearly but it defies description, although it wasn't very spectacular. I got the sense that I was still awake even though it was a dream, and I was a middle aged woman with my friend. There was a portal in front of me that led to the dream world. I said to her "Wake me up if I don't remember I'm dreaming" and leaped in.

There were sex booths that people could go into and have sex with anyone they desired that I had created. I sort of stumbled around and then she came in and touched me and I realized I was dreaming.

The lucid was very weak. I knew I was dreaming and had total control of my dream, yet I didn't have control of myself. I made a row of the booths with my mind and realized I was losing it. I tried rubbing my hands and said "I want to see my dream guide to help me LOSE lucidity" even though I wanted him to help me stay lucid. I turned around and a very muscular man with blonde chest hair was there. I fell down and woke up.

When I woke up, I kept completely still and kept my eyes closed. I saw the most brilliant HI, with these wonderful flashes of color and images, and then I felt as if my soul was trying to rip out of my body while it was being compressed. I didn't QUITE complete the DEILD, but I got close, and so I'm pretty proud of myself.

I remember i was playing a video game/in the video game and i was on a beach with an orange sunset sky killing enemies and Stuff i dont remember happened.

Then i remember that i was in space (there were no stars, just blackness and the earth) and i was at a satellite and i had to change its direction to do something on earth. So i did. And earth became black with a blue glow.

Soon i was on earth on a boat, but i was rideing the boat like in final fantasy VII/VIII, So i rode it all around earth and something said, expect temperature all around earth to be 10/ -10.

Soon i went somewhere and i was in a flower garden. I dont remember what happened next, so thats it

was on my bike chasing my friend all around my neighbourhood. And soon i lost him. So i began to casually bike ride back to my street (which looked much more dark and sad and meek. The houses were much closer together and there were shadows everywhere, but there were tons of children playing outside.

Soon i got off my bike and then my friend came around the corner. He picked up a hose and sprayed me with freezing cold water, then went on his bike and rode off. I went on my bike and i picked up the hose and sparyed him a lot too. But he kept going. I chased him some more around my street and out my street On more streets.

Uhm.... the end...

First 4 hour sleep I think I dreamt.

Second, nope.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in my neighborhood on a cool, sunny day. I saw a blossoming tree, probably a young cherry tree, on the block caddy-corner from me. I saw it as if I were up the street frfom my corner (kind of to the north), while the tree was off from its corner as well (to the east).

Somehow I knew the world was going to end. I started either seeing or sensing check-mark boxes, like check-fields on a computer screen. As certain "symptoms" of doomsday were being listed, the check-mark boxes would turn green, as if to say this had already happened. Everything stated was being checked.

Dream #2

There was a man, possibly wearing a white suit, standing in a dark room. He was lit by a shaft of light which had little, stick-like patterns of black scattered throughout it. On either side of the man another light scheme played. This one was mostly black, with little, stick-like patterns of white scattered through it. The white lines may have been straighter and more ordered than the black lines. They may also have been totally vertical. These lights may also have flickered or strobed on and off, possibly to music, and possibly as the man danced.

Dream #3

I was in some really big hotel "in Brooklyn." The hotel almost seemed to be in ruins, just a shell of an old, magnificent hotel. But there were a lot of people in there, and it seemed like they were guests. But the windows and doors all seemed to be hollowed out, the floor was just concrete, and the walls were just some kind of golden brick.

I heard or felt an earthquake (or just heard that there was an earthquake?). I went outside to see if I could feel it.

I stood out on some huge bridge, which may have been the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge was made of tan-gold bricks. A deep, blue sky arched over it. The bridge began to heave up and down in sine-wave movements.

I now stood out on what may have been a deck for the big hotel. It was just a big, concrete area looking out over a big river (the East River?) and shaded by the height of the building. There were a bunch of people outside with me. We were all relaxed. It was like we were having a party.

Suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness and swaying. People started saying, "Whoa... whoa..." as if they were trying to get their balance. I looked down. The concrete now looked like the walkway for the Manhattan Bridge. But it was swaying and bulging. I knew this was an earthquake, but I didn't want to believe it was. It seemed like an earthquake would be really inconvenient at this moment.

It was now like I stood on a floor high up in the building. I was with a few other people. The building began swaying. It swayed so much I thought it was going to fall right over. It seemed really flexible, really elastic. It swayed down at one point so I saw some scene of concrete and rusty metal as if from a bird's eye view.

The room I was in then seemed to be "shaken loose" from the building. The room, possibly a whole floor, was drifting down to some area that also looked like ruined tangles of iron and conrete. But I kept thinking there was a chance that the room would manage to float all the way over the the Manhattan Bridge. I really wanted to be on a bridge while the earthquake was happening.

Dream #4

I was in a living room with two women. The feeling of the living room was very strange. It was almost like it was inside a house in the suburbs, but that the house was somehow on stilts or up a very high staircase.

The living room seemed pretty big. It was kind of dim, as if only one pale light was on in the room. The walls may have had some kind of pale sea-green color. The two women sat at a table. The table was covered with plush toys like stuffed animals. The two women sat next to each other on a long side of the table, which was just wide enough for them both. I knelt before the table, kind of low, so that I was barely poking my head above the table top.

I had gotten a gift for the woman on my right. This woman had a very boyish look and short hair. But she was still very pretty. I don't know what the gift was. Maybe it had been another plush toy.

The other girl laughed that I had gotten a gift for the first girl. Without her saying anything, I could tell why the second girl was laughing. Both the girls were lesbians, though they weren't lovers with each other.

The second girl, who was maybe in her late teens or early twenties, prettyish, with pale skin and long, brown hair, didn't think I knew the two girls were lesbians. She loved seeing boys express their love either for her or the first girl, and then somehow making it known that they were both gay, and making the boy feel stupid.

I was kind of annoyed by the second girl's intentions, even though I knew them ahead of time. I hadn't gotten the first girl a gift because I loved her. We had apparently worked together, and she had been a really good co-worker. So I wanted to give her a gift to show her my appreciation.

The first girl stood up and walked away. Some other things may have happened. We may all have been milling around the house for a bit. There were now a few other people in the house.

I had walked to the other end of the living room. I now turned around and walked back. There were two or three folding tables arranged in an "L" shape and cluttered over with stuff like quilts. A black or Latina woman, maybe in her late thirties, sat behind the table making the base of the "L."

I approached the woman to ask her if there was anything I could do for her. The woman was talking as if she were just finishing up talking to a group of students, for whom she was trying to coordinate some activity. But there didn't seem to be any students around.

The woman may then have spent some time explaining to me how serious she was about her work. The woman had a slightly brash, no-nonsense voice. But I could tell she really cared about people, including me -- for some reason!

The woman told me, "Yeah, go up in there and clean up the mess on the floor. But if you don't want to, you don't have to."

So I went "up there," which was a room at the other end of the living room, through a set of swinging doors. A little, black boy followed me into the room. It was a long, kind of narrow room. It may have looked a little like a dining room, with a few long dining tables in it. But it also had a lot of bookshelves along the walls (as well as really nice, big, tall windows shaded by sheer, white curtains). And there seemed to be toys on the floor.

At first I thought the job of cleaning up the floors was going to be easy -- too easy. I'd wanted a job that would make me feel like I'd really "helped the kids" (???), but this job would be over in just a few moments. The little, black boy had skip-run to the end of the rfoom and was now skip-dancing around.

I looked at the floor more closely. There was actually a lot of stuff like dough on the floor. Some of it may actually have been smashed into the maroon-colored carpet. I was relieved. This looked like a decent job. But I was uncertain whether I could actually get such sticky stuff as dough all the way out of this carpet.

The organizer woman then told me (as if I stood in front of her again) that I didn't need to clean the floor if it was going to be too big a job. She actually told me that I simply should not clean up the floor if the job looked like it was going to require a lot of effort, as this would simply be overkill.

I may have half-heartedly told the woman, "But I want to clean the floor." I wanted to do something useful.

Dream #5

I was in a living room. I stood before a couch. My friend EI, who tends bar at places where I do karaoke, sat on the left (my left) side of the couch. A man who I didn't quite see sat on the right side. The couch, as well as the living room, seemed to be cluttered with stuff like blankets and plush toys.

It felt like there was a party going on here, although I couldn't see anybody else in the room. The room also seemed quiet. The light in the room was pale, as if lit by a strong, cold incandescdent (or LED?) bulb.

The man may have been of medium height, pale white, with a slight beard and messy, short, brown hair. He may have been wearing a really baggy, dark sweater and dark pants. He may possibly have given the impression that he didn't want to talk to me.

EI and I started talking. We were soon quite aroused by each other. I told EI that I really shouldn't do anything. My friend H was in the next room, studying. H and I were pretty much together. So if H saw EI and I making out, she'd be really upset.

But even as I was saying this, I was starting to embrace EI. EI was wearing something like a dancer's outfit. It was hot pink, spandex-like material, in two pieces. The top was like a very short cut shirt, almost like a bra with short sleeves. The skirt was also very short, like an ice skater's skirt and bottom.

I embraced EI and began kissing her belly, then kissing up her chest and neck. All this time I was telling her that we really shouldn't do this. EI looked really happy with what I was doing to her.

EI was so tiny (she's pretty tiny IWL, but she was even tinier!). I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her short skirt was turning me on so much. I moved my head down so I could put my face on her crotch.

But for some reason, EI was now straddling me on the couch. Suddenly, H opened a door to the right (my right) of the couch. She poked her head out and called my name, a little matter-of-factly. I tried to say that I was telling EI we shouldn't do this.

I walked into the bedroom from which H had popped out her head. I was now laying on the bed with H. H was reading from some sort of textbook. She wore a pale brown t-shirt. The bed was just a mattress on the floor. The mattress and everything else in the room seemed really cluttered.

I had explained to H that I hadn't meant to get that involved with EI. H seemed to be okay with everything I was saying. I started kissing H softly. But she kind of pushed me off, saying she needed to study.

I walked out of H's room through a door on the wall to the left of the wall with the door through which I had entered.

I was now in a long, dim, narrow room. The room was lit with warm, dim, red and yellow light -- almost like a dim, incandescent light offset by red holiday lights. I sat in some strange, narrow space with two women. The space was like a wooden bench, a barrier made of thin, twisty, black-iron bars, and some long, thin, wooden chest of drawers. But I'm not sure how it was all arranged.

The space seemed to be set at the edge of a living room, to face a ledge down to a little, red-stone-tiled entrance area for the house. Behind us, the living room may have had one dim area with a dining table, behind which was a more normally-lit area, which was larger and possibly more like a living room.

One of the women was very boyish-looking. She was blonde, with shaggy hair. She wore a baggy, green, flannel shirt and blue jeans. She looked a little like the blonde son on the TV show Home Improvement. But her face had a sharper, more delicate look, and her faced, though tan, had an almost Spenserian combination of ivory skin and rosy cheeks. That alone made her strikingly attractive to me.

The other woman was a pretty, young woman, possibly with pale skin and black hair. The first woman and I had found the second woman on the road somewhere. We brought her here to this place.

The second woman started telling us the story of her life, and how she'd ended up on the street. The story was really sad. But the woman was so adorable that, even as she recounted her tribulations, she was really turning me on. She was also arousing the first woman.

The first woman and I walked away from the second woman. We were now in another room, which was a double room. The first part of the room was lit with soft, incandescent light and had a big chest of drawers at its center. The second part of the room had no light of its own. It had a round dining table.

The first woman and I first stood by the big chest of drawers. I thought the woman was going to tell me how she was so attracted to the second woman. I figured I'd have to leave this place while the first woman seduced the second woman.

But the woman instead told me that she'd been really impressed by the concern that I'd shown the second woman. She'd also thought it was cute that I'd been turned on by the second woman.

The first woman and I were now sitting at the table. The woman said, "So I've decided. I'm just going to do it. Right now. Three, two, one."

The woman suddenly kissed me. She kissed me quickly, backed her head away, then kissed me again. She backed away and seemed about to kiss me again. But I stopped her. I said I couldn't do this.

H popped her head out from another door and called for me. I didn't go to H this time. But her entrance into the scene did get me to stop kissing the woman.

Later I was in the first part of the room. There were a few other people there, like for a party. The chest of drawers had been set up as a buffet, with a lot of different dishes of food.

I walked over to the back side of the buffet to get some food. As I did, the first and second woman were walking away. Their backs were turned to me, and they hadn't seen me.

I noticed that both the women had extremely huge rear ends. I knew time had passed since I had last seen them. I figured they must both have gotten really overweight in the time that had passed. I thought I had been pretty lucky not to have gotten involved with them.

But I wondered if they hadn't been so terribly overweight when I'd first met them. I thought maybe they had been deceptively thin on their upper bodies, so that I'd just assumed they were thin overall. I also thought that maybe they'd disguised their being overweight with baggy clothes.

(I try not to think so shallowly in waking life. I also try not to judge anybody based on their appearance.)

So in this dream, for some reason, I was a shinigami. I know it had some kind of lead-in, but the first thing I can remember is standing on a street corner out in the open, having just come out from an enclosed space like an alley in an open-air shopping center. They're big wide streets, like in California. I'm standing with a war group of shinigami. I think I'm in plainclothes, and so are some of the others, but not, like, Ikkaku. We've been talking, and as we stand there waiting for everyone to catch up (I think we just came from some sort of hideout or temporary meeting place) we're having a short conversation. I have no idea what we're talking about now but I remark to Renji like I'm making a point that his hakama aren't red, and then he stares at me blankly and makes fun of my pronunciation. Then everybody quiets down and we get ready to move forward.

I'm wearing a sword at my side. It's....at my right side, which is the wrong side, in retrospect, since I am right-handed. It's high on my right side at my natural waist, like they carry them when they're in uniform. It's tilting too far forward like to slide out, so Renji reaches out with a frown and fixes it for me. Nobody seems perturbed that I suck or am new. My sword keeps wanting to slide out; I fiddle with it. It moves in the scabbard silently with a heavy, well-oiled motion. I have a vague gun-range worry that I shouldn't be playing with it or letting it slip out even an inch like it keeps doing, but I notice everybody else keeps doing it too, and decide letting it show a little must help focus everybody's evil-sensing abilities. I do it again on purpose and this great ear-ringing silence falls for a moment, like a massive explosion or heartbeat or the space in between Inception Noises. We're all running now, stringing out. What I've just sensed worries me, especially as a moment afterward I feel it again without the aid of my sword as if I am now attuned (it's very unsettling).

I drop back briefly to try to remember Ikkaku's name so I can nervously remark something to him about what I've noticed, and he answers me shortly but not impolitely. Scratch that, without heat, since he's always impolite. After I get confirmation that what I sense is real, I start getting, you know, super worried, so I try really hard to move to the front to catch up with Rukia, since she's a total badass and I feel like I'd be the safest in her vicinity. I can still see the back of her round head and her narrow shoulders really clearly as I ran after her.

The attack hits us from the side, the right flank. This part is hazy and I've forgotten it now, because I woke up with this dream in like the middle of the night, but was too tired to get up and write it down. Essentially, we lose one by one to this huge rotund eggplant-suited Hollow thing. In retrospect it was dressed kind of like a clown but that wasn't, like, the point of the thing, I mean that was just it's character design, and in aspect it wasn't actually particularly frightening. It was just canny, and in the end stronger than us. I think it immobilized me early on, and then the others, and then it came around taking our left eyes out and casting a really dread spell on us to make us its nasty minions. There was something about seeds here, like maybe it planted a seed where the eye used to be, but I just remember hearing everyone cursing and screaming at it (lol maybe I was next to Ikkaku?) and then it was my turn. Since I was myself in this dream and super out of my depth, my character was basically an enormous coward, and only a little tricky, but as I looked at this horrible creature and its horrible hand descending to take out my eye, I guess I remembered that the key to breaking spells is, like, always love, so I was all, very seriously, like, crying and knowing I was gonna die and shit, "I love you" trying to fill up with the feeling of "love" so that maybe bits of me would survive whatever was going to happen. And then LOL it took out my eye, with its FINGERS, which was freaky but hurt in a different, deeper way than you'd expect.

And then later, as it was gathering us all up and we were vacant-eyed and brainwashed, it told me in its high cruel satisfied voice that what had been in my heart wasn't love, but hope--not on the same level as love, I guess--and I mulled this over for a while. Apparently I was useful in a kind of scullerymaid capacity since at this point we were in his leafy secret base in a big kind of dark refectory looking area, and me and a bunch of clones he'd made of me were all bustling around getting things done while he brooded over everybody big and useful he'd captured. He'd also captured Ichigo, which was probably why, after a bit of me wandering around this area and being part of the busy vapid camaraderie of me and all my clones tending to the others, that Rukia eventually came in to stage a big rescue of all of us I think. It was trailing off at that point, or I'd woken up a little and gone back to sleep, because I've lost most of this part, but my character, being somewhat weak and craven, definitely followed where the wind blew, and was fixing to stay with the Hollow since, as he planned to rule the shadows of...not sure what plane we were on anymore, he was going to have to destroy Aizen, too, (remember when he was an awesome bad guy and had all those dastardly plots instead of just being "THE STRONGEST, no wait ichigo is the strongest LOL"?) and considering how easily he'd wiped out all my shinigami bros I and all my clones were kind of running around hiding as the rescue went down and the other shinigami were snapped out of it one by one trying to work out how we'd stay with the Hollow. I'd like to think that this was because of being the Hollow's thrall or whatever, since, seriously, me. Not a cool life decision.

tl;dr it was really awesome walking around like a badass with a sword and a bunch of bros in the beginning. All this recall is really helping the clarity of my dreams, I could definitely feel the smoothness of the scabbard and the weight behind the hilt and everything, it ruled. Also that wasn't anything how I thought magical-sensing powers would feel, which made it even better, it was like hearing in another color you've never seen before.

I am at my old house on Burford road with joe and josh. Joe has made us chicken & bacon gratin and mixed up some alcohol. We are saving some of the food for someone, though i dont know who it will be. We eat the food and have a few drinks, i ask joe if he would like some more, he says yes, i decide i would like more too, so i go back to the kitched to heat more up.
I also pour some more drinks. There is a knock on the foor & my ex, soph come in with her parents, steve & julia. steve keeps offering me more alcohol and im getting really drunk. Somebody says something about julia and i reply "see? thats why i have always loved this woman!" we all laugh and soph mumbles something about me fancying her.

There is another knock on the door and Chubbs, si and callum turn up, which annoys me for some reason. We go out to some shopping centre and are walking around drinking, during this time soph tells me she wants me back, i get annoyed with her and tell her that i dont love her any more, for some reason i fell the need to apologise to her parents and explain it to them, they tell me they don't care, they know what shes like and i didnt do anything bad, we just ended. I feel better about it.

We decide we should go home, on the way out of the supermarket i see a load of old friends and start to greet them. Hayley tells me she loves me as she comes for a hug, but i notice she isn't looking at me, as i think about this she corrects herself "i mean i love YOU" I assume she is looking at si.

When we get home Darvz and Kate are with us. I cant stop throwing up, but im not heaving, its like watery vomit is just pumping from my mouth, darvz is laughing at me in a shrug, there is literally nothing i can do to stop it. Kind of reminds me of that scene from Team America.

That one day I would get the achievement for creating a DJ on this site!
That's considered precognitive right?
>.>

24-08-11 I am Going to a swimming stadium, though I am not taking the planned route. The planned route would be swinging by Stonehenge, about a 5 km drive.

Instead I go through some sort of air vent in a large building. The passageways are really narrow, dirty and dark.

It takes about 5 minutes to get there.

I hang about in the swimming pool for a while, it is dusk time and there are some other kids there. I decide to take off and walk over to the wall.

In order for me to get to the vent I will have to remove some of the panelling, not only that but I will have to stand on the exposed piece of wood that was holding the panel, which is screwed into the wall.

There isn't much space, but I seem to recall having done it before. I finally get the door open to the shaft.

Before I can go through I must put a hand into the shaft and empty it for trash. The trash is some black stuff from farming I think, as Henrik can explain how it is made. Seems like a mixture between coal and dust.

It just falls into the water, but I have a feeling it will be OK and it isn't exactly a new procedure I am doing.

A woman, might be my aunt asks me if it is worth it. I ask her if she has to take the 5 km route past Stonehenge, she confirms and I tell her it will take me 5 minutes to get back.

When most of the trash is out, it seems to take longer than it had before, I am looking out over a horizontal window as an access point, which I remember thinking is a bit weird.
…

Sitting at a coffee table with a beer. It is a beer can, but there is a bottle inside prodding up out of the hole of the can.

I sit and marvel a bit, how the fuck could anyone get that bottle down there without removing the top of the can.

Then a person on my right explains that there they are fairly rare and if you manage to collect 9 of them, you would win 9 k DKK.

“Ah then I shouldn't have given the last 3 to ….”
…

Something about time travel in order to make sure to obtain the right ingredients for a particularly tasty meal.

Physical time travel (done by placing hands on top of each others) means that you get a fraction of your dream powers with you to the physical realm though (WEIRDNESS!)

I am semi-lucid, trying to wake up. There is a bear chasing me. The fear of it makes me forget I am dreaming.

I wake up.

I wish I just stayed in that dream, but I was worried about being late for school. I think that was the real fear. Funny thing is, I did need to wake up, because I accidentally turned off my alarm.