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All my dreams lately are directly inspired by something that happened that day... This time, I was looking at the ingredients in my Trader Joe's hemp protein powder with a lady friend a few hours before bed. Which caused the following malarkey to happen in my head:

A farmer friend of mine, whose animal-raising facility was entirely indoors, suffered a crop failure that killed the plants with which he fed his livestock. He was distraught. I recommended that he started growing hemp indoors as feed, and reluctantly he agreed. He was convinced that the solution would be neither practical, long-term, nor cost effective. But I showed him wrong!

We pulled out the dead plants that lined the rows of his animal enclosure, and replaced them with hemp. The animal enclosure soon became some sort of luscious hemp jungle. The animals, who were at first just as distraught as the farmer, came to life with joy. They loved the look and taste of hemp. They even started talking. (The animals were HUGE by the way, at one point it kind of freaked me out.) I even befriended a giant snake. Towards the end of the dream, I stayed late after the farmer left so that I could hang out with the giant snake and a giant pig friend I had made; but the farmer came on the overhead all-call and needed to know if anybody was still inside. Unfortunately I had to leave.


In another small fragment, I remember being on one of my dad's old school campuses, either his High School or college, holding in my hand a picture of him when he was my age.

August 9
Went to bed 1:30
Goals: Detailed recall
4:14 At a water park with the family, it was like we had alreay visited earlier in the dream, we get on this wate slide from a different entrance then the main one, my dad comments on this.

7:22 Getting on a bus to go somewhere with my brother, its like a school bus again, short, very similar to last nights dream, inside i can see that up front people sit facing the windows and in the back they face the front. We get on and at first it looks like there is no room at all, when we get on thogh i notice that the front seat on the left side, which is actually also facing the right window, is open. A bunch of people start heading to sit ther, my bro starts moving up muscling his way over there, he gets there and sits furthest to the right on the top seat, the seats are like bleachers.

As he sits down i see that guy eduardo, he is telling some other dude to hury and sit down, the dude does and sits on the top level next to my dad. I rem not caring and just sitting one level lower in front of my dad, eduardo sits down next to me and calls his friend a ball hog.

8:30 Doing a draft tournament at school, for like an assignment, i rem spending a lot of time looking at and crafting a deck, in the dream i think it came out blue and green. I rem finishing faster than most, later in the dream a lady on the other side of te class is talking to the teacher about how some of us are really working hard, she uses the example of people bent over their cards sighing, whereas she doesnt really know what to do, this makes me laugh a bit. The dude sitting across from me starts tallking, he says the dude next to me doesnt really seem to have done this before but he said i did pretty well, he says the colors i chose may be hard to work with.

August 10
Went to bed 1:00
Goals: Detailed recall
8:00 Flash of talking to that guy chris, he says some lady on the street gave him a hard time when she found out hes still living at home or something, we keep talking and he brings up like what if someone made him go. I start talking about how bad i think it is to make anyone do anything, i start saying things like, usually things happen for us when we are reeady, but making someone do something they dont want to do is gonna make them unhappy. He like half agrees with me, we continue this conversation

8:30 Had a flash of watching a tv show or movie about monks in nepal, they looked like buddhist monks with bright orange robes wrapped around and shaved heads. They are sitting in a large auditorium looking towards the stage, i rem talking to my bro about it.

9:30 had a dream i was watching a court case where this big blonde dude with a black t shirt is suing some larpg kids or something, He starts out complaingin about a run in with one who was playing with his sword or something, he also makes fun of the way they walk and a few other things, when he does, people in the room laugh, main thing i rem is him making fun of the way they walk, he said they have to step realy high up and he started mimicking the walk. When he does this i can see a chubby guy taking really big steps in a field.

My dream starts in some random house that isn't mine. There's a fat guy with a big beard with his wife sitting at a table. I'm not sure whether I'm in the actual house or just watching it on television, but a second later one of the tripods from war of the worlds has shot them, the man first and then his wife, and then, apparently, me. Even though I had no time to jump out the the way, I still seem to be here. I look at all the photos. Framed pictures of the couple, happy and smiling, but somehow I know they have a son and a daughter. I race up the stairs (definitely not watching it on tv now!) and find the boy's room. He's sitting on his bed.

Memory lapse/second dream...

I'm at home, looking out the window in the living room. Then another tripod from war of the worlds turns up and fires a few shots over the house, and I realise there are two of them. A few minutes later, and they're gone, but I can tell they'll be back. The rest of my family know that too, and although we don't say much to each other, soon I have drawn up plans for a place for us to hide. I'm nervous and constantly look out of the window, not entirely convinced that the tripods are gone. The plan is of a cellar four rooms deep. The boy from before is randomly here, and is making the ceiling. He is painting it black and blue.
"Can I bring Muffin with me?" I ask my mum.
"I don't know, he'll take up room and he's 28-" (28?!) "-anyway."
Muffin is my hamster, who is actually three... anyway, I go downstairs and ask my dad.
"Sure," he says "Muffin can come. And all the other pets." I go upstairs to the art room, where my older sister has made a model of what the room at the bottom will be like. She is cutting out a section of the 'wall' where the sofa will go, and I see the wall is painted purple. I picked up a sponge on my way upstairs from my room, and I dip it in purple paint.

Eventually, it's finished and we are about to move into our secret underground house thing. The ceilings are made of paper and foil. I sit in the dark and wish we had something stronger as a roof.

Fell asleep at 2am because I spent the night at a friends house... Felt like I messed that up...

NICE HOUSE DUDE: I remember a brown house with a open ceiling, there were vines everywhere. I remember looking up and seeing the vines and sky. There were people sitting in chairs.

DREAM SIGNS: Just not a legit thing..

My recall was bad
Im at a slight different version of my high school
im looking down a field of several fences all gray with very lush green grass and buildings with rain tower things over the walkways im hoping these fences to get to a class im late for and i want to avoid detection from someone. SO i hope the first fence and theres this big mole dog creature. Im scared by this but it turns out to be friendly and i feel bad because as i left it got sad and put its head down. i continue hoping the fences i notice theres a house to the right of me three or four black guys are messing with an ac unit. i figured they were up to no good.

IM in front of this older brick building its in a sort of run down area its something like blue ridge recording studio.
im in a pitch black room i can see the outline of the people im with one is a heavyset lady with brown hair were about to smoke weed.
i think she rolls a blunt and we all take some hits i think. i remember finding a flashlight and trying to make a joke out of it by shining it on my face but it didnt really work like i wanted.
I see a bunch of peopele through a window on the door to another room i take some shoes and tie them to the door but the kid came around the side looking disapionted like why did you do that man.
i get this feeling my room is around the corner and i can just go in there and play guitar.
im in my kitchen high seeing a sort of green haze in my vision
i hear brandon in the gameroom telling me to chill but i wasnt doing anything really.

Dream - Lucid

I was walking through what looked like a building at my college. The walls were all cracking. It was the year 2012, and this was supposed to be the end of the world. It was a lot like the movie 2012; the world was supposed to go out in a series of crazy natural disasters.

I walked into another room, and a girl was standing right in front of a huge bulge in the wall. The bulge was a lava rock trying to break free, and it was creating tons of cracks. Eventually, I could see the actual lava rock. I was a little concerned about the girl, but I figured she knew what she was getting into. It was the end of the world, after all. I walked back into the other room, and there was a pile of 3 large lava rocks by the door. I commented on this to someone. I could feel the heat they were emitting as I walked by.

Then, I was in my house, and the same thing was happening. My family and I were trying to get out of there before the house sunk into the ground in the major earthquake that was about to happen. I was in the living room, which was lit only by the sunlight coming through the blinds. I then walked into the kitchen. I looked to my left, and the wall by the kitchen table was bulging and cracked like the one I saw in the building at my college. I was trying to rush my family out of the house, because I knew what would happen next: There would be a giant earthquake that would destroy not only the house, but the neighborhood, the town, everything.

I was trying to get my mom out of there to get in the car, which was parked in the driveway. She went out, but my brother didn't want to leave. I had to convince him to get in the car. He knew what was going to happen, but he wanted to stay anyway. I finally convinced him to get in the car.

As soon as I was going to try to get in the car to leave, I remembered that I had forgotten my sunglasses. I ran back inside, telling everyone I'd only be a second. I didn't even know if I had time to do that, the house could be toast any minute now. I knew I needed to hurry. I ran into the kitchen and saw the bulge in the wall getting bigger. I looked on the floor and saw some of my shoes scattered everywhere. I contemplated that for a second, thought about maybe taking them, then decided not to and kept on moving. I went into the living room, spotted my sunglasses on the coffee table, and grabbed them. I also grabbed my purse and possibly a few other things before I ran out the door again and into the car.

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Something about Ryan. I remember seeing him sitting on a couch.

10-08-11 (This might be a non-REM dream) I am at El Castillo, I am hundreds of dreamers floating around the pyramid. I hear a woman's voice shouting “My daughter, she is lucid take her vision” I think am sort of waking up myself, but I try and see if I can lock onto this girl and find a vision “inside the dream” to stabilise. In the meantime I can feel that some of the dreamers, that are me, have found a way inside the pyramid. Everything is growing darker and darker and I wake up.

Notes: Felt more myself and consolidated, completely relaxed about my upper torso after this experience.
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I am lying in my bed and all of a sudden I feel myself being pulled towards the light. I feel somewhat feminine, but I know I am dreaming and I know I am headed for the pyramid. I scream something silly like “Weeeeeeeeeee!” in excitement about actually managing to go there on my first attempt.

Until. I am punched in the stomach on my right hand side it is not a physical punch, in fact it reminds me of of the energy I felt, when I was relaxing my body earlier, except stronger and not under my control.

The energy doesn't stop there it travels in a quick violent wave up my spine and exits just on the left side of my neck, just above the brain stem, cutting my connection to the light and the dream.

Notes: I felt this “punch” for quite some time throughout the night, though this could easily be explained by being in a permanent state of vulnerability to HHs.

These are the first two very short dreams I have concerning this project. It is the first time I have attempted going to the pyramid. In particular the first one could be somewhat significant, seing as others have reported loads of dreamers pouring in through portals and the like.

The rest of the dreams from that night can be found here, though nothing strikes me as out of the ordinary and none were lucid: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/vest...-bursts-22184/

This one is very blurry. I went to Valcartier (this is a water sliding place) with my 3 friends in BMX. I met my mother and my grandmother . Eventually my other friend arrived. He passed by without talking to us. My friends left and I stayed with my grandmother and mother.

I can't remember very well how it started but I was at old orchard beach (It didn't really look like the real old orchard beach though).
I was there with my father and my sister. I eventually met a nice blond girl. At first we were looking in each other eyes, without talking. But I went to talk to her and she invited my to her hotel with his father . We kissed and did hugs and all that stuff.. When I came back from OOB, it was christmas. My phone rang (it was the girl) I can't remember what we said. ![AT THIS POINT I SAID TO MYSELF: WHERE DID SHE GET MY PHONE NUMBER? SOMETHING IS WRONG, but I didn't turn into a LD ]! Later, I called her again and asked her her email. She gave it to me and I wrote it down on a paper. It was a pretty weird email and she said it was the one of her whole family.

This one was only a fragment.

I dreamt that I was in my Biology lecture that's supposed to start later this month. My professor looked completely different that he does in real life and spoke with a Texas accent. Then I woke up. T_T

I'm sitting in my room trying to go to sleep, when I realize, I've just gone to sleep. The dream is still in it's infancy so things are just forming. I have no clue on what to do...no goal....no motivation or anything, so I head outside. Off in a distance, I see a tornado forming, and for a second I lose it and think "what if that's going on in real life". It finally touches down, and starts twirling everywhere, ripping everything up in it's path. Eventually it reaches me, and I'm standing directly in the middle of it. I looked up and made a circular motion in the exact opposite direction of the tornado, and it reversed it....causing it to suck back into itself. The clouds formed a dome, and lighting was coming out....the entire scene changed and I found myself in hogwarts.....wtf? All I wanted to do after that was wake up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a girl who hung out with some extremely fashionable people, possibly Andy Warhol's entourage. She had either darkly tanned or copper-brown skin. Her body was lovely. But her head was very strange.

From her forehead back, her head was like a flat disk, like a plate. It was hairless and a little bit mottled. On either side of this disk, almost at the sides of the woman's cheeks, were eyes. The eyes were quite wide, pale, with very tiny pupils.

I saw the woman in two scenes. In the first scene, which I can't remember very well, the woman was indoors, in some place like a fashionable club. In the second scene, the woman was walking on some brick path beside a house, drinking some can of juice or soda. In this second scene, the girl was wearing a long, stylish, but very summery, green dress.

I noticed that the girl's mouth and chin were both very small. Her mouth was almost all the way down to her chin. I thought the girl must have had some kind of disease that had deformed her face.

I now heard the woman talk, as if in narration. She had been an orphan, but it had been very hard for her to find a home, due to her deformity.

Another female narrator now explained that her situation had been similar with that of a boy. I now saw the boy laying in the back of a car. He was little, maybe eight years old. He had shaggy, brown hair, and he wore a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. He told the camera (?), "I've been to a number of different homes. But nobody's wanted me -- because of my problem."

I wondered what the boy's problem was. He didn't look deformed. But I suddenly saw his chest, for just an instant. The boy had a healed-over puncture wound, very deep, in his chest, just up and to the right of his colar plexus. The wound looked just like somebody had stabbed a sign-post into the boy's chest. I took this wound to mean that the boy had heart problems.

The boy continued, "I went to the libraries to do research on my disease. But they didn't have much about it. But I studied whatever I could find."

I had a view of the boy in the library, typing at a computer. It looked like he was on some kind of black and white, text-only page on the internet. But it was just the library catalog. I thought to myself, It's a real sign of the times that, whenever this documentary was made, all you could do on a computer at a library was look up what books they had at that specific library. But nowadays, if you have the right keywords, you can do tons of research on just about anything.

The woman narrator now spoke about how she went to the library the boy had gone to, so she could see for herself how little information the library had regarding the boy's disease.

I was now far out in a big town, which I may have thought of as Brooklyn. I was way out at the end of town, but I needed to get back home. It was daytime, and the streets were really packed. I was looking for a subway station. I kept zig-zagging through various crowded streets, hearing people's conversations. I kept finding subway stations, but they were never the right ones.

One subway station was elevated maybe five or six meters above ground. It was set into a concrete stairway which had shrub-filled planters all along it. This appeared to be a station for one of the green trains (4, 5, or 6 line in New York). But it also seemed like the station was closed, even taped off with yellow police tape.

I wandered down a straight road filled with people and cars and tall buildings. There was noise and rushing everywhere. I may have done more zig-zagging through the streets, looking for a police station.

I was now in a quiet, suburban neighborhood, walking up to a driveway on the right side of a house, coming from the front of the house. As I did, a 12- or 13-year-old girl came walking up beside me. She was only wearing a pair of yellow briefs-style panties. She had pale skin and brown hair down to just above her shoulders.

I was in some bathroom. I had a huge mustache, and maybe a huge goatee. I was trimming my hair. I realized that the more I cut off, the better I looked. I wondered what would happen if I just cut the whole thing off.

I was back out in front of the house. In my memory, I heard a black man telling me how it would be bad if I kept thinking about the little girl whom I'd seen topless. He said that something like that was bound to get me in trouble.

I was now walking back over to the driveway. At the curb, the driveway had something over it, like a gate of garlands, through which a new bride might walk on her way up the aisle at an outdoor wedding.

Just coming through the gate was what appeared to be some kind of creepy guy. It looked like the guy was trying to catch up to me and elbow in front of me for some reason. So I sped up my walking to get to the house's side door before the creepy guy could get to me.

But then the person called out to me, not by name, just something like, "Hey!" I looked at the person and realized it was just the girl again. She was naked, again, except for her yellow briefs. The girl held a white, terry-cloth summer dress in her hands. But she didn't look like she was going to put it on.

The girl's body was a little weird to me. She was pretty thin, but her bottom was a little bigger than would seem to be proportional with her torso. The girl also had two "breasts," which were more like two little nubs of flesh with nipples on top, very close to each other at the center of her chest.

The girl seemed to be pretty interested in me. She said, "Yeah, I'm studying -----." (I forgot what she was studying.) We got in the house. We were in a hallway. At the far end of the hallway I saw a room off to the left, with orange walls, where my mom was sleeping on a low mattress or couch.

The girl and I walked into a room near the front of the hallway and off to the right. The room was small and plain, with just a mattress on the floor and a white sheet draped against the back wall. There may also have been a loose door or a long wood board leaning against the wall near or under the sheet.

The girl was continuing to talk about her study project. Apparently it was all a real pain in the neck. Now she needed to use a computer for some research. So she'd come back here, apparently to use my mom's desktop.

But we were apparently in this room because the little girl wanted me to have sex with her here. I was thinking it probably wasn't a good idea, because I didn't want my mom to wake up and discover us. But I also felt like if I wouldn't get in trouble, I should probably just have sex with the little girl. She seemed to be really curious. I thought I should help satisfy her curiosity.

Dream #2

(I had fallen asleep while "rehearsing" the memories of my first dream.)

I stood in a dark room of a museum with a woman and possibly another person, maybe a man. The woman was very business-like, professional looking. The walls of the museum were either black or not lit at all.

The woman and I stood before a painting of some dramatic scene, like a Redcoat soldier on a hill during the Revolutionary War. But it was done in a very realistic style, like that of Millet (?), except more watery. The sky was a slushy blue, and the hill was like washy waves of green, dotted with white flowers. The Redcoat seemed to be collapsing. He may already have been down on one knee.

The style struck me as very dramatic and beautiful. But suddenly I realized the painting was a pointillist painting -- a style of painting I generally don't like very much.

I told the woman that this might be one of the very few pointillist paintings I actually like. I gave a description of the painting. As I did, I suddenly thought, Wait a minute! This isn't a memory from one of my dreams! What the heck am I doing here?

The painting seemed to start changing, a black, comic-book style painting "burning" out from underneath it, from the middle outwards.

I was at the house of an ex-girlfriend. In the dream, we were dating. Her house wasn't somewhere familiar to me. We were cuddling and talking. She was wearing a shirt and that was about it, so I was worried about getting caught. I heard a thump and got all freaked out. She tried to hold me there and tell me I was imagining things. I ran to the window after breaking free and saw a black SUV in the driveway. I went back and told her.

The room upstairs transformed into a basement room. She told me that it was her brother and he wouldn't come in her room. She opened the door to talk to him and I dived on top of a table, where I thought I'd be safe. She said "Um...I'm not dressed, so..." to which he replied "So?" and marched in anyway. He stood at the doorway and just barely saw me. She was like "Can you see it?" He said "Yup." She begged him not to tell their mother. He then gave me a speech to try to intimidate me.

Things are hazy until she gets a call that she has to go somewhere with some friends and her mother has found out about us. I'm upset about this and don't want her to leave since my phone is dead and I can't text her, and I don't know when I'll see her again. A car drives by and the driver is a friend of the mother. She looks through and sees me. I'm afraid.

I run outside and around the back while my girlfriend goes out the front. She runs to the car and flags it down after saying "Wait, tennis!" Apparently that was where they were going. I come to a clearing by a big electrical station in my town and there's a gathering of people. It's drizzly and wet. Will has two bikes, so I take one and start to ride it. I have trouble getting on and keeping control of it at first, and then I manage to ride to my house. As I approach, I realize I left my leather jacket which holds EVERYTHING I have somewhere else. I turn around to look for it.

I'm back in my girlfriend's house, and it's nighttime. I've essentially broken in. I'm listening to her mother talk to herself like a soliloquy. She's talking about a man named Mark, and how he's her true love, and she wants to remarry him. She says she's glad he "did what [he] did". I hear her say "It's time" and then says it was a huge secret that nobody knew. It was now undoubted that I was extremely screwed if I got caught.

She said she was going to do some dishes that had been piling up since New Years. She walked around the house and just barely missed seeing me, but then caught me. I said "You're going to be mad, especially because it's me, but please here me out." She actually laughed. I told her it reminded me of my mother the way we were talking. As I explained to her, I woke up.

10-08-11 (This might be a non-REM dream) I am at El Castillo, I am hundreds of dreamers floating around the pyramid. I hear a woman's voice shouting “My daughter, she is lucid take her vision” I think am sort of waking up myself, but I try and see if I can lock onto this girl and find a vision “inside the dream” to stabilise. In the meantime I can feel that some of the dreamers, that are me, have found a way inside the pyramid. Everything is growing darker and darker and I wake up.
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The HH tests! (the following contains some weird ass HH happenings that deserve attention, especially considering I was lying in bed for almost 6 hours this night without being able to fall asleep)

I am somehow involved with a vampire in need of aid and I am presented with a choice. I can find someone else to help her or I can do it myself. I know she needs blood to survive, though I think I am a vampire myself and I know I am experiencing either HHs or non-REM dreams.

Hence I know I am in no danger and tells the narrator that she can have my blood. So I open a hole in my arm of about an inch in diameter and let her loose.
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I am smelling sulphur, which to my understanding means presence of a demon. I have never experienced olfactory hallucinations before and decide to take precaution. I envision my body filling up with light and address the demon.

“You are not welcome here, you have no power here, this isn't your realm, this isn't your home”.

After having said this in a fairly firm tone the smell is gone and I feel quite relaxed and comfortable.
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I am lying in my bed and all of a sudden I feel myself being pulled towards the light. I feel somewhat feminine, but I know I am dreaming and I know I am headed for the pyramid. I scream something silly like “Weeeeeeeeeee!” in excitement about actually managing to go there on my first attempt.

Until. I am punched in the stomach on my right hand side it is not a physical punch, in fact it reminds me of of the energy I felt, when I was relaxing my body earlier, except stronger and not under my control.

The energy doesn't stop there it travels in a quick violent wave up my spine and exits just on the left side of my neck, just above the brain stem, cutting my connection to the light and the dream.

Notes: I felt this “punch” for quite some time throughout the night, though this could easily be explained by being in a permanent state of vulnerability to HHs.
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I am looking at an apartment for my mate, Tim. He can't be there himself so I explain that to the people who lives there. The house looks crooked and unstable a bit like Charlie's from the movie with the chocolate plot.

I walk around inspecting things while the couple living there tries to sell it to me. I am not particularly impressed and I tell them this. They ask if it is because of the mess and I take a quick look around to see if that could have somehow formed my first impression.

But it isn't the mess. In fact as I look around it the second time it looks bigger than what I have previously thought.

I go upstairs to a ledge and ask how one would go outside to the balcony I saw from the garden. The man explains that you can't.

I explain that I will give my description of the house to Tim, but I find it highly unlikely that he would want to live here.

The man tells me that it is nice that I am honest, so they don't have to guess at my reaction. Then they explain that they are actually owning the place and that it was meant to get rented so they had a little extra for when the baby arrived.

Skip

I speak with Tim and explain how the house looked and he confirms that he would have no interest in living there.

Skip

We are trying to go somewhere and we have a plane, the rain is pouring down and we can't see a thing. We are driving downhill trying to take off, but we don't have a strip and we don't really know what is in front of us due to the heavy rain.

I stop the plane as I don't dare keep accelerating as we are driving blindly. We get out and notice that we have stopped just in front of a high way.
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I am in a shoot em up computer simulation and it would seem like my team can't really get further than what they have done so far. I decide to join in.

The first obstacle is that we have to get to this little bunker on the beach. I have to go into this and do something in order to capture it. I have an old school sniper rifle with me, which I use to shoot a rather large kid looking in the doorway.

I keep shouting to my team that they have to listen out for something, think it may be glass breaking or something, in any case it has to do with the little bunker I am in.

I think we fail the first time, in any case I have to go into the bunker again and the second time we are successful, though the kid doesn't appear from the door this time, but a window which means he has gotten around a team mate of mine who is supposed to watch out for that side.

I miss the first two shots at the kid, but luckily I have an updated semi-automatic sniper rifle now. The kid was ducking down outside the window, dunno if he remembered my previous weapon.

There is a similar station further up the beach and that will have to be our next check point where a similar action will have to take place.

I start out by zooming in to see if I can pick out their shooters. The zoom works different to the first gun, where I got the classical circle vision with a corsair in the middle. However the new gun allows me to see up the hills and my entire field of vision just moves closer. The corsair is a white dot.

I start picking out soldiers who seems dressed like Nazi soldiers. There is a building or a city behind them and this is the final goal we have to reach in order to win. But before that we will have to get to the next station where we have a man under cover or hidden.

I make my way there and make contact with him, but he is pinned down at this moment. He is a werewolf and the only reason the other werewolf or guard dogs haven't picked up his scent yet is that they have been 100% focused on the assault that has been going on thus far.

I devise a plan to get rid of the dogs so he has more room to play. We lure them towards us and drag them down into a black maelstrom that leads them to another world. I jump through and they follow me in. There is water on the other side, which only helps my plan as I am going back through as soon as the dogs are with me and closing up the vortex. I trust this will be done though I have no knowledge on how to actually do it.

Next section is very blurry.

The plan works and we have now taken the next station. Our werewolf goes nuts on the soldiers, but it would seem that they are fairly immune to his bites. I may actually take on the POV of the werewolf as I am biting and tearing.

I get something coming out of my back that I can't quite describe, it may be a pair of extra hands or enhancements or it may even be some form of blades. Though I think in the end it settles for something like steel enchants for my arms.

We are at the leaders base now, there is a metal platform and railing, with stairs leading down to the beach, which is where they were planning to escape to. There are 3 or 4 of them all wearing orange jail suits.

I use my arm enhancements to kick the crap out of all of them. While I do so the perspective briefly switch to 3rd person as I am hovering out over the beach looking down on myself. Focus switch back and I start throwing people over the railing, it is clear that I have won.

I do the same with the leader and jump on him leaning my arms over his throat. At this point the dream has taken on a personal feeling rather than a game oriented and I want to make sure that all the people that have been killed are avenged.

The leader tells me that without my enhancements I can't do him no harm. I keep pushing at his throat knowing that they will be out again soon enough. They come and he gets scared and I push on his throat harder.

My team mates shout to me he isn't worth it but I keep pushing till I hear his Windpipe snap, though I think I wake up at exactly the moment this is supposed to happen.

Non-Lucid
Was very clear at the time but I can't remember much, I remember doing several SAW like puzzles with my friends, where we had to obtain keys to open the door, although I wasn't enjoying the idea of dying I was pretty good at finding the keys, there would be traps in sofas, floors, doors the lot, and after activating a trap you might find a key in the trap. I think there was some side plot about the man who made the traps having captured someone dear to me, but whenever we found a key or made a loud noise the "man" would come running, and you could hear his foot steps - pretty creepy. On one of the puzzles there were spikes on the ground, and I had just found a key when what seemed to be the son of the puzzle maker came in holding a sythe in both hands, I dropped the key in fear and it went among the spikes. I went to lunge for the key and so did the boy, I only just managed to get they key when he lapsed a sythe round my arm which had the key and began to make a twisting action. For some reason I gained confidence here and twisted my hand and broke the sythe away from the boy, and I ran off with it. Being separated from the people I was with, I aimed to get to the flag (if you raise the flag you get to go out.) The sythe I had, had turned into a cleaver for some reason. I began to raise the flag, although I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs to my right, I paniced and looked over my shoulder, the man and his son were there.

I didnt have enough time to raise the flag so I threw the cleaver at the man, it missed. He picked up the cleaver and killed me. I also remember having a M9 hand gun which shot air rifle pellets, pretty useless, I got into a fight in another puzzle with the man where I killed him and his partner (who had a small gun which also fired pellets - I know because he shot me in the forehead which didnt do much for some reason) the partner claimed to me that I had betrayed him, although he did not realise that he had been betrayed by the puzzle master. He broke my nose bot I managed to kill him. I woke up after feeling my nose and realising it was broken.