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I don't remember the first dream, but it had something to do with minecraft.

I woke up for a few minutes, then fell asleep again.

[COLOR="black']There was a girl waiting in a small room, and she was holding a handgun. The door opened, and led into a much larger room. She tried to go through very quietly, and looked into the window of the next room. There were zombies and headcrabs, most of them were hiding behind boxes. She paniked and her eyes turned white, then she just walked through the room and the zombies ignored her. There was a hallway, and flames shot out of the side when she walked past. She also somehow ignored the flames, and didn't catch on fire.

The final door led to an icy room with two tracks and two sleds. One of them was a toboggan, and the other was a blue sled with metal runners. She said something about the toboggan being unstable, and went down the track in the blue sled.

Below the track was a pit filled with zombies, so I guess it was important not to fall off. She dropped someth9ing important into the pit, then the dream faded away.

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I was in the yard of a house I have never seen before, with my two brothers and someone I haven't seen before. I can't remember most of the details, but my brother kept trying to dissect a caterpillar and I didn't want him to.n A few minutes before I woke up, I saw my cat laying in the grass. I walked to him and I woke up.

August 1
Went to bed 1:30
Goals: MILd, WILD, Stabilize
5:40 playing magic against bro

7:OO I just rem going to school on the last day. I have my final project in my hand its on a poster board. When i had looked at it earlyier in the dream the thing i notice is a sketch of like a martian or something on it. I walk into the room with a gold color pencil i plan to use to color it, in the dream i do worry about only having one color. The teacher is my us history 1 teacher. The class starts talking to him about something but i cant rem

8:30 Just rem there being a lot of dudes with pointy hats. Something keeps coming to them in the air, im thinking a soccer ball and they avoid using their heads to get it.

8:42 I rem being in my living room looking at magic cards, there is a random dc and i think he is playing against another one, i go to the fish tank and i think i have play counters, i drop it or perhaps something elsem the one dc says something rudely to me about dropping it.

9:03 I rem playing soccer at pease, we had michael p in goal and david center mid, I rem david hogging the ball alot, at first im not really playing a position but instead standing with a random female dc off to the side. Later the coach comes up to us and says she loves our positioning. At this point i really start playing, i start making runs and trying to take the ball, i rem now the female dc was jessica, i rem once when she gets the ball and drops it to me, we are both playing on the line.

I rem david getting the ball and just hogging it, he tries to cut past some chick, she looks a bit strange with wild curly hair, strange teeth, and an orange jersey. She takes the ball from him. Somehow we get the ball back, i rem making a run but the ball is kicked too far ahead. I rem focusing on improving my sprint speed and really digging into the ground as the ball goes over my head and out of play, it rolls down a hill, i run past the person defending me and keep up my momentum, running quickly all the way to the ball.

I rem noticing how much stamina i had as none of this was making me tired. I throw the ball to the other team and work on my sprint again, i really feel the muscles in my legs pushing against the ground. When i get back on field something pops up into my vision saying, bewar the horrors of michale, in the dream i knew it meant that michael was going to get a serious injury and it would be pretty gross to see, i rem thinking like oh shit too bad michale, dont rem much else.

*I rem being in the dessert but its really dark, there are others there too, i think one is my enemy, we are spread out and its too dark to see each other, i go up to a dimly lit wall and see my sister walking on it. I have a memory of being back in my house talking to my sister about this dream, she describes to me a similar dream and we start considering if we shared a dream.

August 2
Went to bed 12:30
Goals: MILD, WILD, Stabilize
6:24 I rem being outside at school with a random female dc, some dude is riding around on a bike, he looks abit younger than everyone else, has a white shirt. Some other female dc tells the one i am talking to that he likes her, he gets nervous and rides away really fast. I point this out and show the dc how he rode away. At some point i go inside, i rem somehow i get to a section, there are glass walls and doors seperating it, there is also a security guard just standing there, it looks kind of like a bank, i go inside, the guard looks at me like i shouldnt be ther e but doesnt say anything. I walk in and look around, i notice it looks like a big classroom and there are kids sitting at tables with computers, then i begin to hear lots of chatter and i realize they all have phones and are taking calls. Itsl like a call center. I just rem wondering what this is doing in the school

I attempted to try the WBTB technique, but failed when someone decided to txt me at 3:30am...then not being able to fall asleep again for awhile...woke up to be extremely disappointed i was unable to recall a dream until just recently.

VIDEO GAMES:
I was in my apartment when I was residing in CT; rummaging through my attic crawl space. I find a plastic ziplock bag with gamecube controllers in it. Not long after I find all my old video game systems, controllers, and games. I recall my PS2 with the Jack and Daxter series, finding another zip lock with PS2 controllers, and the feeling of nostalgia.

DREAM SIGNS: I do not live in CT anymore, I do not own my PS2 or Gamecube anymore

We were doing something about.... something. i have no idea what it was. It was at my school. My bro and mom was there I was walking down the hallway with them to see some show going on outside. I went outside and some fashion show was coming :/ yaaay ://// Soon i went back upstairs and someone i hate was walking next to me. For dream journal purposes, we will call him bob

he was walking next to me telling me he wants to kick my ass :/ so i punched him in the stomach and he didnt even flinch . Soon we continued walking and he kicked me and stuff. I dont remember the rest.

So i sleept i had few dreams it was in cyprus i dont remember em that good o..i rememebr playing football with homies andrapping cus i was allways winning and goal everytime..

then i woke up...

and i reminded abT WILD..
so i closed my eyes and i said "now i will SP and close my eyes in SP and imagine my dream.."
then i saw a cat on my window and i could control it like saying come back to me etc.. lol
so i did that amd joine the LD World.. and i got in FA.. i woke up in my dream and i walked abit around to see if thats dream like i opened the screen of my PC but nothing happened
then.. i went to the window back to see outside and it was full of people sitting on the grass cus it was just full summer..

then i look back at my wall .. and i seee my brother..
was like no idea,, we started talking about stuff..
i first ask him wahts up and so then i dont know and then i asked him whats your occupation..
he lied to me.. ofc it was a dream
then i told him the true occupation he got. .and he was like WTF, then door opened it self and he was scared ... then i said door close !
it cllosed and he said the same thing and got happy ol..
then.. it was plus 1 more guy in my room

dont recognize him but he was weird like..
when i talked about his occupation
he brought a POSTER and put it on my wall
saying something like
"Takling about EX (Occupation) from 1958 or something like that
it was aliens poster i liked it.. then i was also like wtf? now what.. cus i was sitting in my bed
then i woke up ;D it was kind of coool.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Two criminals had escaped from prison. There was a view of only their legs as they got into the back of a silver-grey car.

One of the criminals, the leader of the two, seemed to be an amputee. His hands and feet, and possibly even most of his legs, had been cut off. They were bandaged up with clean bandages. The man may also have been really short. He also wore a nice, grey suit. The other criminal was tall and muscular. He may have been dressed in leather pants and a tank top. He may have had long hair and a beard.

Now two cops were chasing after the escaped criminals. They had followed the criminals to some abandoned building. The criminals had gone past some chain-link fence and up a stairwell. All around the stairwell was dark. The stairwell was lit with some kind of intense, orange-yellow light.

The cops were now trying to push past the chain-link fence. But they were also proceeding cautiously. They weren't sure whether the criminals were waiting up on the steps to shoot down at the cops.

One of the two cops got past the chain-link fence. The cop was Latino, a bit heavy-set, though not really overweight. He wore a white tank top and black glasses. His hair was combed back in a wavy style. He may have had a goatee. The cop had his gun drawn. Instead of walking up the steps, he walked under them.

The second criminal was now seen hiding in the shadows. It was like I was seeing from the shadows, too, at a distance from both the cop and the criminal. The criminal drew his gun, pulled it high in the air, then slowly leveled it at the cop. The criminal was about to shoot, but the cop saw him and shot first.

The cop shot the second criminal a few times. But he was then surprised when another gun shot him in the chest, on his far right side. The cop got shot a number of times. He reeled back against the chain-link fence, which now had a wide hole in it.

As the first cop tumbled backward out of the stairwell, the second cop charged in. The second cop looked a lot more clean-cut than the first cop. He wore a dark suit, maybe dark blue. He had coppery skin, short hair, pale eyes, and a square jaw. Right away he tackled the person who had shot the first cop.

Behind the fence, the first cop stood, bleeding from his wounds. One or more officers may now have appeared behind the fence to assist the bleeding cop. It seemed like the cop had been mortally wounded. But he kept calling out, in a panicked way, "I'm not gonna die! I'm not gonna die!"

The second cop had the first criminal wrestled to the ground. Apparently the first criminal had shot the first cop (how? He didn't have any arms!). The second cop was slamming the first criminal against the ground and even, somehow, had his gun drawn on the criminal. The cop was yelling and the criminal something like, "You killed my friend! Now I'm gonna make you pay! I'm gonna kill you!"

The criminal, who was bald and had a kind of thin, sharp, tan face laughed and said, "No you aren't! Every cop tells me they're gonna do that. But nobody ever can. I never get really punished!"

The criminal, now captured, was in some room like a medical laboratory. He was being held down in some weird position, probably against a bed, by somebody like the chief of police. He was surrounded by medical people and police officers, all of whom seemed to be jostling the criminal, as if to make him feel bad about what he'd done. But the criminal just kept laughing.

Finally a doctor grabbed the criminal's head. He sliced his scalp open from front to back, along the center. He did it in such a way as to hurt the criminal, but the criminal just kept laughing, as if he didn't even care. The criminal's scalp was now pulle away from his skin. The doctor now sawed into the criminal's skull, splitting it in the same way as he had cut the scalp. But the criminal was still laughing.

The doctor then hacked open the criminal's brain, right along the center. The brain looked dry, bloodless, like just some solid, white, kind of fatty mass. The doctor reached either his hands or some tweezers down toward the base of the split section of the brain.
From the right side, very near the cleft, the doctor pulled up a yellowy, plasticky-looking section of brain, almost rectangular, about 2cm tall and .75cm wide. The doctor, and maybe other people, seemed to think that this was just "yet another" piece of brain that they'd had to pull out of this criminal's head.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a small apartment. I may have been sitting on a couch, but I may also have been sitting on a coffee table. It was daytime, and the room was lit with greyish-green light coming in through the curtained windows. The room seemed to be full of boxes.

I had ordered something, and I had been waiting for it for just a little bit longer than I'd wanted to wait. But just as I was thinking of calling the store I'd ordered from and asking about my delivery, a delivery man rushed into my house. He kind of scared me. I did't expect anybody to just rush into my place.

The man was tall and white, kind of strong-looking, very pale, with pale, blue eyes. He seemed to have a shaved head, but he wore a baseball cap, maybe red. He wore dark clothes, almost like an Adidas track suit. He carried a white plastic bag in his hands. It held my stuff for delivery. It looked like the stuff inside was white styrofoam, like for take-out meals.

I now had the bag. I looked inside. I'd apparently ordered two or three Asian DVDs of some sort. One may have had a cartoon panda on the front. There was some other merchandise in the bag that I don't remember.

The man told me, "The movies are due back in two days. For the rest, you'll be charged..."

The man continued talking. But I didn't quite hear him. I'd been surprised. The DVDs were due back? I thought I'd bought them. But now it made sense to me. I'd rented the DVDs, or checked them out, like from a library.

The man seemed to be a little eager to leave. As he had been talking, he had slowly come to recognize how full of boxes my place was. Something about this seemed to freak him out. He no longer wanted to be here. He finished up his speech really fast, but almost automatically, as if he didn't want to betray how freaked out he was.

I had gathered from what the man had said that I owed the company something like $22. I pulled out my wallet. I had something like $21. I told the man I could give him $21 now and pay the company the rest when I returned the movies. I knew this was more than I had to pay right now, since I didn't have to pay for any of the movies until I returned them. So, somehow, that meant I only had to pay $20 right now.

But, even as I'd offered the man the money, he was already back out the door and into the hallway. He called back to me, as I walked up to the door, "No, don't worry about it. You'll just be charged for it all on credit."

I thought that was both convenient and a little bit of a pain. I didn't really want to have stuff charged to my card.

There was another white kid in the hallway. He wore a thick, yellow sweater with a black logo on it and big, baggy, green pants. He had black hair which swept down over his eyes. The boy had seen how freaked out the first man had been by my place. So he now looked inside. He seemed to be interested in something.

I was a little freaked out by the kid's gaze, so I turned around and walked back into my place, trying to look, to the kid, like I hadn't seen him looking into my apartment. I looked at all my boxes. I wondered if the kid had thought there was something here he'd like to steal.

I walked farther back into my apartment, into my bedroom. This room was full of boxes, too. I thought, No wonder people get weirded out by my place. It's full of boxes. It looks like I've never moved in. But I never feel comfortable anywhere. If I could finally feel comfortable somewhere, I'd unpack my boxes. Then it would look like I actually live here.

I was in Bacolod City. I decided to drive a motorcycle home to Manapla. I passed by Talisay City and started getting scared of robbers. I saw a place where there are a lot of people gathering. I decided to stop by and check what's going on.

I saw Ms Tanya Lopez there. I asked what's going on. I think she responded "nothing." I thought then that it was the call center area.

I recall a holy white demon, with white, scaly armor, throwing stuff/people. It was going to do something 3 times and then something awful is going to happen. I threatened it that I will jump on the street if it tries to do that. I did, and I became aware of my body.

Mood: hazy, unclear

because people think like this: "Now I am awake ... Now I am at sleep"

better question "Am I???"

they forget that most of the reality they experience on a daily basis is not solid, it`s littered with their expectations and biases

example: If you hate money, and there`s a 100$ bill in front of you, whether you believe me or not, you will not see it or if you see it, you`ll not pick it up out of pride or some other masked negative emotion ... some researcher guys did an experiment on this, while combining this question with a positive/negative perspective of the people


on the other hand, I have this theory that Right-brained people are far more likely to become Lucid Dreamers, then Left-brained people

I mean by that, they focus more on that hemisphere

left-brained: engineer, doctor, anything tehnical, business guy, stock broker

right-brained: actor, musician, graphic designer/painter, somebody who is extremely good at people and allways was and never learned that from anywhere

so just check out the link here:
http://controlmind.info/human-brain/...rain-functions

and notice stuff on the list like:
• Prefer visual instructions with examples
• Follow Eastern thought
• Like to read fantasy and mystery stories
• Like to write fiction
• Fun to dream about things that will probably never happen
• Enjoy making up own drawings and images
• Enjoy creative storytelling
• Prefer to learn through free exploration
• Good at recalling spatial imagery
• Solve problems intuitively
• Dreamer
• philosophical


so if you are a tehnical guy, you should be focusing more on right brain activity and that might get you better results

so try this test to see it
http://www.wherecreativitygoestoscho...ht/rb_test.htm


I am even, that means I use both, most of you are probably left-brained and exercised the other hemisphere wit this stuff, because a right-brain individual would abhor an only text based environments

warning this topic can and will be considered offensive by some of you

so is it possible that the religious visionary guys, from shamans to prophets were actually natural lucid dreamers?

religious texts are full with archetypal stuff and you meet most of those while you are dreaming

Dream interpretation - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

watch and listen to this guy, talking about his laptop telling him it`s God and turning into a heart burning with a purple flame

talking ,burning bushes, anyone?





a rephrase:
are we f*cking m0r0ns for killing each other over hallucinations, that can be induced into every human being with the right tehnique?


just a thought, please don`t shoot me, I am a monkey in the forrest, who recently learned how to type at computers, you don`t shoot monkeys, that`s unhuman, right?!

Holy cow. I feel like I've remembered over 4 dreams today, but I can't remember them
4 months ago, I had a nasty abscess below my right ear. It had to be cut open. After the surgery, the doctors told me that after the wound had healed I would have to go and get another surgery, but this time removing the whole thing. This dream is closely related to the fact that I'm nervous about the upcoming surgery. Alright, let's begin. I'm in my olds schools nurses office. The lighting was dim, and the room had red curtains, so the room was dark and red. There were two people in the room. My family doctor and my aunt, who works in the hospital, but isn't a doctor. I was very nervous and asked them whether they would have to give me full Analgesia (spelling?) or just around my ear (which they did in real life, but this surgery is more serious). I don't remember what they said. I layed in a dentist chair and waited for the surgery to begin.
My stood next to me and reached for my ear, holding a needle. I nearly panicked, but the needle didn't even touch my face. I then get up from the the chair and sit on a hair in the corner of the room. My aunt sit next to me, holding a needle. It looked like a normal needle. I asked her why the needle was so thick. Instead of calming me, like she usually does in real life, she said to me: :"Yes, it is thick, and painful".
Everything went black, I woke up, my eyes were wide open and I was taking very deep breaths. I didn' even bother to try to WILD, DEILD or do anything else.
Writing this, I realised that what I dreamt was a nightmare. Thank You apple juice...

Dream Lucid Me DC

I can't remember the beginning of the dream, but I was supposed to go and save some captured king or something. I have a sword that, for some reason turns into a powerful two-handed sword when I'm in the throne room of the king, but shrinks into a dagger outside of it. Outside the castle I get attacked by someone, but am teleported to safety by someone who gives the sword it's power back. (A.K.A now it's a two-handed blade all the time.) He tells me it's the Master sword. He creates a portal to the person who attacked me (Or to the place he attacked me or something.) and I jump in holding the blade on top of me and shouting that that person should beware. Can't remember what then happened, but the next thing I know I'm somewhere with two people and some evil guy is trying to stop us. He's flying in front of us and is about to use some magic, but I throw my sword like a boomerang, killing him. I grab the sword when it comes back and the other person with me says something about how dangerous that was. I give him some sarcastic answer and we continue. The next thing I know I'm with my classmates in some sort of harbor. There's some woman there who lives there. I can't really remember the details or what was going on right now. Next thing I remember is that we're all sitting in a bar. My friend is sitting next to me. There's a lot of sailors in this bar. I guess that's logical because we're in a harbor. We see some commercial on the TV where some captain and his first mate or something tell about their tour ride or something. Then notice something weird. The text in the commercial is in finnish, even though we're nowhere near Finland. (I assume.) I become lucid. I go outside the bar and try to open a portal. I'm still holding the blade, so I try to thrust it forward into the air. Some circles and stuff appears. I think I succeeded, but then they disappear. I try again a couple of times. I get the shapes back once, but they won't last. I'm really angry about this, because I think (And still do.) that this dream is screwing with me. My friend is standing next to me. I start to explain to him that all I ask for is to be able to teleport and that he should help me at least a bit. He says OK and starts to build something. It takes a while and I tell him to hurry up. He finishes it, goes into the bar and attaches the device into a lamppost. It's some kind of box with an on/off switch and a white light on it. He tells me to put it on and look at it. I do what he says and the white light turns on. Slowly everything starts to turn white. Then I start to feel the dream fading. I hear my "friend" tell me that I fell right into his trap. Or something. I turn around and swing them with the sword that I'm still holding. I run up some stairs away from the bar and stabilize the dream. The DCs are coming up the stairs. I can't run away because something invisible has grabbed my ankle. I fight them for a while before the dream fades away.

DELETED

I was being dragged through some kind of hall... it was grandiose, and the walls were adorned with a lot of pictures of some pissed off guy. I was immediately lucid. After all, it's not everyday you're dragged down a big hall owned by an even bigger pissed off narcissist. Things were a bit hazy, like I was just waking up or something. I looked up to one of the guys dragging me.

"Oi, big boy. This draggin' shit is giving me a wicked carpet burn, how's about lettin' me walk on my own two legs?"

He then replied with a very thick Russian accent

"You will be dragged all the way. There be no lee-way for traitors." He was pissed about something.

"Look, Ivan, you're probably angry about.... not getting vodka I guess? Russians were always weird to me." He doesn't respond. "Alright then, you must be a sober guy. That means you beat your wife, correct? Or is that your buddy Mikhail over here?" I motion to the other guy dragging me.

"Mikhail", as I called him, was obviously ticked off, but Ivan was still not paying attention.

I sighed. This wasn't helping. I slipped out of my body just so I didn't have to deal with the carpet burn for now. The russkies continued dragging my body until we reached a rather large door. The door opened by itself, which would've been scary if they weren't the same gaudy yellow as the pillars in the hallway. We opened to a large room. I jumped back into my body.

"Finally, a room without yellow. You guys could really use a re-decorator. Some chandeliers, a splash of green. Maybe it wouldn't look like a fuckin' pleasure palace after that."

Ivan then hit me in the stomach with the butt of his rifle.

"Oooh, you're gonna have to do better than that, Ivan. My grandmother could hit harder, and she's dead."

Ivan got pissed, but he didn't do anything else. Then I heard a voice coming from ahead. Another Russian accent.

"Welcome... traitor.", The guy from all the pictures in the hallway then walked out of the darkness. "It seems you didn't manage to keep your lips shut about our business This mea-"

"Oi, Jackass!", I interjected, "Before you go on with the boring speech, can I get some aloe or something for my legs? I got a wicked carpet burn from your rug in the needlessly long hallway."

He was obviously ticked now, making the same pissy expression he did in the pictures in the hallway.

"Silence!", he then got right in my face, "Why did you sell the secrets to the Americans?"

"Dude, first off, what the hell is going on?"

"You!, that's what, 'dude'.", he put a really sarcastic tone on the word "Dude". "You were working with the KGB, and sold secrets to the Americ-".

*Cough*, "Dude, you need a tic tac or something. Now, lemme guess. You're Joseph Stalin? And I was working for you, and I sold secrets?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Now that we're clear on that, how did you find out?"

"A friend of yours dropped by.", he said with a grin, "Abel, could you show yourself?"

Then that rat bastard came out of the shadows as well. (To tell you what he looks like, he was wearing a brown military outfit, he had blue hair with black as coal eyes. We'd met before, in a dream I didn't journal) He was holding a chain or something in his hand.

"Hello, Ez.", he said in that annoyingly harsh voice. Oh, how I loathe him. I wasn't going to let him get to me though.

"Hello, Abel. I see you survived the clusterfuck that was your little Camp."

He twitched, but only for a second. Still, I could tell the little camp incident was still bugging him.

"Oh, I don't care about that anymore.", Liar. "I got this little parting gift at least.", he then pulled the chain, revealing a battered man. Shoulder length brown hair, full beard. Yup, it was Kris. (Kris was a DC in The Camp, I met him when I burned the place down, as he had been wanting to do the same thing for ages. He also talked with a cool Irish accent.)

"Well.", he said, "This is embarrassin'".

"It sure is, you fucker.", I said, jokingly. They tried interrogating us for a while, but torture doesn't exactly work when you just switch off pain. I finally looked over to Kris,

"I'm bored now. I say we get out."

"I'm down.", Kris grabbed a machete they had tried using during the torture thing, and lopped off Mikhail's head. I put my hand up to Ivan, opened it, and blasted him away with an Uber Bolt. Abel tried to slice me with his sword, but Kris blocked him with the machete.

"Get out of 'ere", he said, "And get Stalin!", I chased after Stalin then, through a hallway adorned, again, with the crappy yellow color. A few guys tried getting in the way, but I took care of them with more Uber Bolts. I finally came to an open area.

"Where are ya, russkie? I know you're here!", A hail of machine gun fire blasted me off my feet. Good thing I can take quite a few bullets. I got back up, and Stalin was in a ten foot tall robot, with miniguns for hands. He unleashed another lead wind, but I managed to keep from being hit. I sent a few Uber Bolts his way, but they weren't doing any major damage. His pauldrons popped up to reveal missile launchers. I'm sure you can guess what he did with them. I deflected a few missiles, and sent one flying back at him. It hit his head area, shutting down the robot. I tried to get close to it, but Abel appeared in a blinding flash of light.

"Well," he said, tired from his fight with Kris, "This wasn't a [I]total[/I] failure.". He disappeared in another flash of light, along with the robot and Stalin.

Thinking back on it now, I really wish I knew what he was talking about. I woke up after a reunion with Kris. He didn't know anything either, but next time, we're both going after these guys.

I woke up around 5 AM to attempt a WILD. My HH was extremely weird! I heard marbles rolling around, and I could see feet floating by me.
Anyway here is my dream:

I was looking up at Chichen Itza. I stabilized the dream. Chichen Itza seemed oddly big, too big. I looked around and figured out I was really small. I touched my nose and imagined myself becoming bigger. Everything looked normal now.

I made a box appear and grabbed a bright orange top hat out of it, and put it on. I saw something on the ground and went to grab it, it looked like a Harry Potter wand. I pointed it to the sky and imagined the beacon coming out of it and shooting into the sky, right above the pyramid.

There was a huge flash, and I could see green colors floating above the pyramid. Good enough. It was dark out, but not too dark. It seemed like night was going to rush over the sky any minute, but it didn't.

I decided to go to the top of Chichen Itza, and look for anybody else. There on the stairs was that same girl that dropped the baby in my other dream.

She had a dark green hoodie on, lightish brown hair, and blue eyes. "Puffin? Is that you?" I said. She looked up at me, excited.

"Your dreaming!"
"Really?" She looked around, excited.
"Yes. It's Mancon Puffin!"
"Wow.." she exclaimed.


Suddenly she looked a bit alarmed.


"There's something I have to show you grab my arm! Oh my gosh, this is so cool! Grab my arm!"
I grabbed her arm, and she looked really concentrated. There was a white flash, and we were standing under a cliff.

The cliff was really tall, and made of rock, some parts covered in dark green moss.

In front of us was water with huge waves. You could see the cliff reflected in the water, with the reflection of the mossy parts, standing out the most.

We were standing on a sandy beach, with some crabs walking around. It seemed like there would be a storm coming soon.

"Is this really a shared dream?" she asked me.
"I don't know, if it is it is my first one! What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"I read your skating on ice dream, and though it was really cool! We NEED to do that!"
"Oh you did? That sounds like a lot of fun actually!"

I used waterbending to shape boards out of water, and then freeze them.

"Here you go," I handed one to her, "Just step on it and go! Like frozone!"

We both shot off at the same time into the air. A frosty blue ice trail shot behind us. We did cool tricks, and kept going higher and higher. Everything got foggy.

"Let's try to make it to the moon!" I told her.
"Okay!" I heard a faint reply.

I shot up until I could hear my board cracking. No worries! I remembered I can just fly. I jumped off my ice board and flew straight at the moon. I landed, and dust flew up everywhere.

I looked around.
"Puffin?" I asked.
She was no where in site. I flew all the way around the moon looking for her, no Puffin!