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I was in some sort of drag race, and it was like preppy vs. ghetto. I was on the ghetto side, and the preppy side tried to cheat. We took this as an act of war, and a battle ensued. Ghetto turned to Resistance, and preppy turned to Security from Brink. We were battling, and doing a good job, when I went off to look around. I found some sort of... Marijuana smoker. I was confused and shocked, and then turned around to see four Security guys coming near me, I hid behind a destroyed truck and killed the two on the left with my Rhett, and walked up to the other two. It was a black man with an accent, and a Caucasian American. I walked up to the two of them, and they laughed at me. They told me that all of my friends were going to die once they had been smoked out, as stoned soldiers make dead soldiers in a fight. They were trying to figure out if they should let me get high before they killed me, or just killed me. I told them, "That's a very bad idea..." One of them held a knife to my throat and told me to shut up. I took the knife, sliced the man's stomach, deep, and stabbed him in the neck. I then took my sidearm and shot the remaining antagonist.

When I got back to our leader (How funny, it was the singer for Rise Against.) I told him what happened, and he was very proud of me. After the battle was over, everybody got baked. The dream fades slightly, and I'm following the leader around. We're at my old apartments, but they seem to go much much higher. I'm carefully using parkour to get around to follow him, when I decide to do a reality check- I look at my hands- They're normal. However, when I look at my hands, I always question the reality before me, and I did the same in the dream! I became lucid. I was simply ecstatic, as I've been having a dry spell. Thankfully, I calmed myself down, and rubbed my hands together. I remembered wanting to speak to my DC's whilst lucid, so I told him I was lucid. He was very happy that I was lucid, and congratulated me. I felt very accomplished. He then told me... that he was my DG! I thought, "This is incredible..." When right after he said this, a woman appeared, beautiful and with crystal clear clarity and a great glow, and she tells me that she's my REAL dream guide. My leader looks a bit ashamed, and goes away. I felt bad for him, but I decided to follow my DG. I considered having sex with her, but decided against it. We walked up several flights of stairs, and she wasn't talking. We got to the top, and... There was deadmau5! I told him that I was a huge fan, and that he shouldn't worry about all the people saying his job was easy. He was glad to hear me. My DG seemed to get angry at his presence,and she obviously wanted him gone. I was reluctant to get rid of him, but I tried anyways. However, instead of making deadmau5 disappear, I made my DG disappear! Ah well, she was being a bitch anyways. I ask deadmau5 if he wants to look for some pussy with me, and he agrees. We search for a while, and I lost him. He became the owner of a ranch! Well, this is where the dream fades, and I would have done a DEILD, but I have orientation today. I woke up, and got dressed, then wrote this. See ya tomorrow, dreamviews!

In my dream a group of friends and I went to this really old and run-down house and as we explored it we discovered this strange door that led outside to a garden. As we opened the door we were plunged into another area. Now I don't remember much else about the dream but that everytime we used that door we would be let out into a different area each time. Also, everytime we ventured out that door one of us would be killed... :_( As our numbers dwindelled, it became harder and harder to open the door and eventually, when there were three of us left the door wouldn't open anymore.

August 12, 2011

I may have a 3rd dream and have forgotten it when I woke up. Almost forgot the werewolf dream.

Dream 1:

I was going somewhere, like a party or something. I was walking on my street but it was so slow. I start running on all fours which was somewhat way faster. There were an unnatural amount of people doing yard work today but I didn't care.

I somehow ran to a New York looking city. I met a non-existing friend who said he would help. I was walk into a mall then somehow a underground part of the mall.

I met the guy again, he told me how to get out but I ended up going around in circles. During my 2nd trip I did saw a girl who was questioning why I was coming out of the mall floor. When I saw him for a 2nd time I asked him "just point me to the direction of my town" which then I woke up.

Dream 2:

*See private journal for this part* - Sorry but the start of this dream is somewhat personal.

Skipping ahead, A character was forced to sleep in a closest like area with a younger character. Things got all spongebob-like with the young character talking about the best seat, the 2nd best and then he created the 3rd and bigger seat which was now the best for his older friend. Though at this point the young character became spongebob while the older was the squid.

The squid enjoy the big seat as it was huge and have a ton of leg room.

I shortly woke up.

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I was outside and i was riding my bike to someones house. The grass was extra green in my dream and the skies had no clouds. Soon i reached the house and went inside. I saw one of my friends there. And we talked. Soon he said he plays more RPGs (not the gun, the game genre) then me. So i said name 5 that you've played that i havent. He named some and all i remember was vanquish (thats not an RPG game, but in the dream i accepted his answer )

Soon i went to his kitchen and sit down and he gave us pizza which i ate. Then he gave everyone more pizza., but ran out when he went to me

the dream ended :/

i was in a car driving around a built up area with some random people and old school friends then ending up in a outdoor cooking show where everyone was extremely competitive and i was trying to win too. then i got told there was a zombie apocalypse so got back in the car with the other people drove fast seeking salvation.

stopped off for a toilet break and found some crazy dude in the toilets so i ran off in a hurry. started walking down the street with a friend. i thought to myself at that moment somethings odd here, there can't be a zombie apocalypse. that's when i said to myself " is this a dream " and i replied "yes". at that moment everything around me became extremely vivid and clear which made me question whether this is dream as it felt so real, the i woke up.

however, realising what happened i wanted to go back, in which i managed to. I was now trapped in a basketball hall, with another 100 people in a zombie apocalypse, but with minutes of entering that dream i realised again and someone shouted to me "its coming" but i kept saying to everybody your wrong its just a dream.

So I was walking.. like walking towards a school, but it wasn't my school. I was drinking a 4 loko, except.. It actually tasted pretty good; Because it didn't have those other additives like Guarana or Taurine. So next thing I know I was in a place, which resembled my cafeteria from 8th grade. When you walking you a giant room. With all tables. In this dream... There were so many people. There are 3 different cafeterias. The last cafeteria was my 8th grade one.. I walked in and sat with these random people. I may have seen them before but I can't remember them. So one was smoking marijuana and I was drinking my 4 loko in water bottle mixed with something else... I don't quiet remember this was my 3rd dream in a night. I put away what I had and then I appeared in a classroom, I was demanded by some power that I had to take these folders to an attendance office. So I looked at them and they had names on each one except they were Manila folders. Each empty I had to take them. So I finally got to the office.. and my dream ended.

This was a weird dream I know lol. But it came pretty going in my memory Vitamin B-6 pills are helping

Fragments, non lucid: I was at school with some friends doing fun things, can't remember what though.

Girl was in the dreams again, can't remember fully.

Not fragment, non lucid: I was shopping with friends and this girl stared at me, my friend mentioned it, I tried to talk to her and she ran off. My friend said she likes to be at this place which I hate, a lot.

Not fragment, lucid: I was at some kind of restaurant and wanted to look in a mirror. When I arrived at the location I wanted to be in, I got a bad feeling about the room, after debating with myself for a while I continued into the room. I got into the middle of the room and looked at the mirror, there was a White flash, I turned around and saw myself with someone else, I started hearing a loud screaming kind of noise and another White flash happened.
Then I woke up.

This was my second dream in a night, I didn't remember much but I do remember seeing my dog on my dads bed, watching a movie. This was a little odd, but something to add to my dream journal. Who knows this could be a dream sign.

Last night was the beginning of my dream recollection experiences. My first one I remember vaguely but within that dream I remember my mom taking Vicodin, this could be a dream sign for me in some sort of way but we'll have to wait and see. This is my first dream journal.. but my mom is a past addict to many meds which really scarred me for life, this could have something to do with a Dream sign.

i live in a huge farm house in a new country town on "fog" street.

i'm in the attic with heather and my mom and dad. we're all smoking a bowl. we get super stoned.

heather and i go into a room in the attic, which is a blueberry field inside the house.

"hey we want to be on a real field" we think and go outside and touch and experience the grass. it's nice.

thru the woods, i see the color aqua and red. what the? two horses thoses colors come by into the field.

it's heather's friends brittany and some girl. heather runs over and says hi hi hi and all of that.

i get jealous. i talk to the other girl. i've met her once or twice, but as a kid i remember being friends with her. she says we were but not for long. i think it might be sarah silverman (? )

they talk and talk and talk and i get too jealous and mad to handle it. i run away like a child.

i run thru a door in the woods which leads to town. i walk around like i'm on a longboard. what the fuck i want to longboard!

i go home and grab mine. it's shaped like a fish, and is colored very cool. i ride in town and on a big hill and zig zag on a main road, exploring places that i can go to now since i just moved here. i forgot about how sad i was.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was some kind of temple, which almost looked like an indoor sports arena. There seemed to be a huge crowd of people all around, with pale, cold, white spotlights on the center of the arena.

There was an altar, which was like a stone cube jutting up from the floor. The altar was burning hot and blackened with heat and smoke. A person was chained on the altar. The person's legs were chained from above, so that the legs were lifted a couple of inches above the rest of the body. The arms were possibly chained to the side of the person's body. The person may also have had some kind of blackened blanket over the torso and upper legs.

The person being burnt on the altar wasn't just being burnt as part of some religious ritual. The person knew or did something against some powerful people. So the person was being ritually murdered. I may also have thought that something I had done had angered the powerful people. So when they sacrificed the person, it was to punish me. And the person who got sacrificed would know this as well as I did.

I saw a few white pieces or paper or white screens with black writing on them. The black writing was broken up by occasional words printed in orange lettering. The highlighted words were probably one recurrent word. The recurrent word seemed really important to me. (So of course I've forgotten it now.)

I saw the altar again. This time I got a good glimpse of the person chained on the altar. He looked like a black-Hispanic man with lightish brown skin. He was kind of muscular. He had "tribal"-style tattoos on his shoulders and arms and, maybe, his chest. He seemed to be writhing in pain. Parts of his body were already blackened by being on the altar -- from either the heat or the smoke.

I followed the priest from the altar to some other spot on the stage. The priest may have been a man very much like the man being sacrificed. He may also have been a wizard-like figure, with a long beard and dressed in a long, black or brown robe with a huge hood.

I looked to the altar again. There was now an Asian woman on the altar. She was naked, except for the blanket over her. Her uncharred skin was pale. But she was mostly charred or smoke-blackened. She seemed to be in a great deal of pain. She was sweating a lot and writhing around a lot, trying to get out of the heavy chains.

12-08-11 I am in a kitchen or a wall-less home in the area of the kitchen, the house doesn't seem to have a roof. I keep fading in and out of this scenario so I don't quite think I am dreaming, but I am aware of the subjective nature of my reality. I wouldn't quite call myself lucid as that term normally implies that you have a sense of self and a sense of the world, but I am lacking a sense of self. Again I am sort of experiencing the scenario from multiple point of views. Or no point of views. Until I am given something that could either be described as a piece of jewellery or a dream catcher. The design is really simple. A series of circles has been placed in an inner circle and they are overlapping each other, giving rise to a classical flower picture. I wonder if this is the sign that someone is sharing this. I try and head for Chichen Itza, but this mentation is far too fragile and it immediately destabilise the dream.
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Lasse F is with me in my flat at night time. We hear some sounds outside on the road and I move to the kitchen to find out what is happening. It would appear that two cops are struggling to retain a noisy drunk citizen. Upon closer inspection I see that I know this person. His name is Rasmus H.

He manage to get free of the policemen, though I would wish he wouldn't. He is just drunk and they will just take him in overnight, wouldn't even be noted on his criminal record. But he doesn't.

I shout out to him “Rasmus” he doesn't really respond. Later I shout again and this time he tells me his name is Jesper.

Lasse F is somehow jumping out the kitchen window in fear and start running up the street to get away, and all of a sudden a mob of people is chasing him and they manage to trip him over up by a car and they swarm him. I don't know if they will be safe.

(this may be from a separate dream, but) There are two people standing by my window armed with bats and knives sort of preventing me going outside.

I manage to get out and into a bus where I borrow the drivers phone in order to call the police. I do so and the bus driver seems to follow the mob up the road. We end at a construction site where loads of digging machinery is parked. It is morning now.

The mob of people is there, lounging themselves on the hood of their cars. I see a couple I recognise and Rasmus's younger brother pulls in, he was there during the night as well.

I first of all tell the police that I was dreaming some of the time, but I know what I saw (I suppose I shouldn't have said that really)

I explain to the police what happened and I start pointing out people. They are my friends so it is a bit difficult. When I point at Thomas H he immediately responds that he was somewhere else, so he couldn't possibly have been there.

Murmurs take place about my sanity “he is sick in the head” I hear Rasmus tell the lady on his left. I briefly wonder if they are right, I mean after all I did dream most of this up, so maybe I am mistaken.

I wake up.
…

Following dream has a lot of scene shifts, and I am having trouble reconstructing it chronologically so will present it as fragments.

There is a concert and Lars is playing the bass. He hasn't been doing it for that long, but he is awesome. During a solo he is killing the groove, while still adding some (pardon my musical ineptitude, but I believe the correct word is) harmonics to the bass melody.

I find myself holding my bass and playing along and to my surprise I aint all bad. I am not playing a lot of different nodes, mainly the four strings themselves and a few selections. It doesn't always go well, but as I said it isn't bad.

Towards the end of the number they are playing I put my bass down and point up at Lars to let him know he rocks! The speaker is announcing some special surprise and I hope he hasn't seen me playing along on the bass, cause I would suck on stage.

But he calls out a woman's name and I feel relieved. However my cousin is lounging it on the couch and I believe a good surprise would be for him to go on stage and have a bass off (that is a linguistically awesome sounding concept btw! ^^). So I nod the announcer a bit, but he doesn't seem responsive.

I speak a bit to my cousin and he cheekily smiles and calls me his salesman. I don't mind, was sort of what I was doing, but I truly believe it would have been a marvel to behold those two.

skip

I am in a big playroom of sorts and we are supposed to play this game. It is a highly modified version of connect four that I don't particularly understand now or in the dream. The point of it is to somehow escape the frame. but you have to hide your coins behind various cardboard cards with an assortment of motifs on them.

Later on the game develops and it becomes apparent that it is also a 2 teams versus each other one of the teams just consisting of one person, because the position that person takes is designed from the game to be stronger.

Oh and it also turns into a Tetris (spelling) type game where you have to use your colours versus the black ones to block the path of the opponent catching up. It is highly weird and I think the only reason I partially get it is due to me being on team with my cousin and someone else.

skip

I am walking down the street on a morning (though the lighting looks like it is set in the afternoon) and I am walking towards Kaiser's parents house, though I am expecting him to be there. I find him outside on the road doing something with a water hose.

I approach him in conversation and he starts talking about my cousin, who visited him last night. He gave him this list of stuff to think about written in orange ink on white paper. The only thing I remember of the 9 point list is that we are all supposed to do the same thing on September 3rd though I remember the event in the dream I don't now.

There is so much more in the dream involving some women that may or may not be partially random at least. Nothing sexual though.

This is an old dream, of which I recall visiting a large, white, featureless building on this rainy night. I was expecting to visit Dad, who had found employment there by some means as a medical coder. When I went inside, everything was as clear and as white as the building’s surface. Its residents, or employees, were strangely very pale and rather uncanny. They all spoke in monotone, and I swore that if I looked away, the entireties of their eyes blackened within my peripheral vision.

There were framed pictures throughout, group photos including the manager of this place and some CEO-type guy. Everyone in it was paler than a ghost, so I was somewhat disturbed as I searched for my Dad. I eventually came upon a room in which he was on a white desk, tapping keys on his white computer. When I approached him, I argued that we leave this creepy place before anything bad actually happens to us. He disagreed, whispering to me that his actions were all part of a plan to sabotage these people. I didn’t know who they were or what they were capable of, but I was certainly going to find out.

Dad and I exited the building, ignoring the hollow glances of the many pale men and women of the business. It felt like they continued staring at us even after we passed them by, suspicious of our actions.

It was a rainy morning at home, when I met an intruder storming our kitchen counter. I confronted him and beat him to submission while he screamed and jittered maniacally, leaving a trail of post-it notes yielding clues as to the nature of his organization. Dad took him away for interrogation as I reviewed each note. I don’t remember the exact details I found, but I do remember reacting as if I were horribly disturbed, and terrified of what these strange, pale people did that caught my father’s interests.

Dad returned with our handcuffed intruder, telling me that us two should “suit up.” I would have asked why, but circumstances made the answer obvious. So, boom! Like many more dreams I'll copy from my handwritten DJ, we donned our costumes and became Batman and Robin!

A moment later, more pale people (this time in Mardi gras attire) swarmed our house, visible through our windows as they ran about to attack the entrances with their many serrated blades. The first wave to enter our house was met with our hostage, who we threw into the crowd, disorienting our enemies long enough for us to beat them to pulps with our fists and our feet. We improvised by stealing the unconscious’ blades to confront the many intruders in our back yard, gradually fighting them off as we cleared wave after wave from each part of the house.

And… that’s all I remember.

I had a dream I was at this strange festival, where random people danced about and performed in different themed costumes. There were pilgrims, knights, scientists, Indians, and all other types of ‘characters’ roaming about. In fact, I had noticed a few family members of mine around as well. I wandered about until I was surrounded by this woman and her elderly parents. They had “selected” me, for whatever reason, taking me to a quiet corner of the convention. The woman gave me a map of some strange floating land in a blue abyss. Part of it was a large island, then a burning mountain, then a smaller island with a figure of Jesus on it. I asked what the fuck that was, and was told it was a map of “Paradise,” a place once only accessible through death. For whatever reason, they knew I had the capacity to build some ship that could ferry living souls there without them having to die, and they were offering a large sum of money. For whatever reason, I stupidly accepted.

The dream fast-forwarded to my completion of the vessel, and passengers were already boarding it—people from all walks of life and often families that wanted to remain together for eternity. I felt compassion for their needs, and carried on with the mission into “the Abyss,” some realm the ship was able to enter through this weird, spontaneous portal. This Abyss seemed to be nothing but an isolating expanse of blue, appearing to be water without being so. My ship sunk lower into this Abyss, throwing passengers into a panic, until the vessel landed on this strange stone structure whose length was indiscernible—our greatest telescopes could see neither end. It seemed to be shaped like the back of a dragon, and some sort of “Celestial Highway.” Two arms stuck out, allowing me to tell which way was forward. I had the boat travel that direction, as the crowds were finally relieved.

The boat, however, needed occasional maintenance. A Head Engineer besides being Captain, and being the one who built it, I ventured into these hatch divers would use to explore the outside of the ship. Donning a suit, I had to fix a piece of the exterior wall before it could compromise the ship’s infrastructure. I opened the hatch and swam out further, noticing the many pillars adding stability to the Celestial Highway. It was puzzling and difficult to comprehend how far down the pillars seemed to reach. Their height was blurred by the sheer depth from which they came, like how neither end of the Highway could immediately be seen.

In my state of awe, I dismissed strange movement behind me. In that very moment, a colossal stone giant that was arcane in texture with eyes set ablaze emerged from the depths I failed to perceive. It let out a roar loud enough to nearly tip the vessel off the highway, so my only choice was to lead the beast way from the ship, and deeper into the abyss in the process. My suit allowed me to swim as fast as Namor and Aquaman, at least, but that barely led to my survival as I fled from the giant. It constantly tried to crush me within its hands, as it strangely began to slow down gradually—as if running on some battery that was running out of juice.

I continued to let it chase me until it stopped on its tracks. Then, I sped back towards the direction of the ship. Unbeknownst to me, the monster had released these freakish, angular tendrils spewing lava. Once I noticed, I fled faster until I had reached the hatch from which I came. I shut it quickly, initiating all locking procedures. However, that did not seem to be enough. The tendrils shattered what defense remained, as I tried to climb out from the chamber. I managed to, despite an entire torrent of lava flying in my direction. Before it all could, I shut another hatch and turned on the “decompression chamber” effects. With the tendrils still in that room, they would be affected and hopefully neutralized.

When I stepped back into one of the larger rooms that contained a massive panoramic window, I noticed that we were no longer in the abyss. It seemed to be a view of the Atlantic, with various cruise liners in the horizon. People all around me were in a state of delusion and panic, having bought into this quest to Paradise by sacrificing all that they had. I was breathless before that fact, and knelt down trying to comprehend everything that had occurred. It still made no sense.

Returning home, I was thrown a party by friends and family. It was all nice and peaceful, able to take my mind off the whole ship ordeal, until a small girl wanted to join us. She was a neighbor who complained that her parents were fighting, and needed a place to stay until things simmered down. I let her party, and all was well until gunfire ensured absolute silence. I ventured with a few of the adults to the mansion down the street—knowing it belonged to that arguing couple. We brought guns of our own; knowing neither of them was alone.

Within the foyer, we were already attacked by these men in Power Ranger costumes, carrying their own guns as they attempted to kill us. I fired back, taking down several as I ran about the whole mansion. I hoped to find the arguing couple, but all I found was more Power Ranger weirdoes trying to kill me. I shot down enough of them until time fast-forwarded again.

I later found myself in some generic comic/video game/anime convention, but wandering through a mechanical hedge maze. There, I met Chris-chan, who was acting creepy towards a random girl. I punched him in the face, though not with all my strength, and yet he fell over bawling like a shitting monkey. I climbed over the hedge wall to flee from the scene, and hopped over the gaps until I reached the exit, knowing that Chris was pursuing me with this “autistic anger” face. When I made it to the exit, Chris was there, waiting for me, and delivered a kick to my stomach. It only pushed me backwards a little bit, but it gave me an excuse to just beat more shit out of him.

When the sun had set, I visited this cul-de-sac expecting my dad and sister. Only she had waited for me there, though, and I had assumed we were in front of our house. I looked at her as she sat in an unfamiliar car, wondering what was going on, until I noticed several middle aged ladies walking into what was supposedly my house. I pursued them, telling them to leave, until I noticed that it wasn’t my house after all. It looked too wide and had two stories, making it rather strange that I somehow confused it for my own house.

The dream fast-forwarded once again, and I was then on a rooftop in some Iron Man costume. I was suddenly in regret for the whole Abyss dilemma, and numerous Avengers had arrived to console me. I don’t what the fuck else happened, but that was it.