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Due to a strange series of mini-sleeps, fueled by various proportions of caffeine and ethanol, dreams last night are loosely defined as guided imagery.

I first imagined two guys named Jerry and Garcia, sitting at a card table smoking some cigars. Garcia commented how the smoke from their cigars was lingering, so Jerry whipped out a pistol and shot the glass out of the window, for some ventilation. Then a bird flew through the window with a long scroll from the King. It was too small to read, but fortunately the other side had the same message in Braille, in which Garcia was fluent. The King said his son was sad, and since he very much looked up to Jerry and Garcia as heroes, the King wished that they would visit and talk to his son. They consent.

On the way up the King's mountain, they pass Milton, the eternal prisoner. He offers his thoughts for a penny. Garcia flips him a coin, and Milton explains that animals roam the land free, and sometimes animals even come from far away lands, but they continue to roam free, unlike Milton, who was discovered from a far away land and imprisoned for life. He continues to appeal to Jerry and Garcia but they turn away to meet the King.

Once at the castle, they meet with tall, heavily armed guards, replete with red armor, helmets, strong lances, and boots. They only take one in at a time, leaving Jerry at the gate. Jerry, as if knowing the drill, runs along the castle wall, finds a place to scale, throws a guard off the tower, and sneaks towards the King's hall. There he finds Garcia on his knees in front of the King, about to be injected with a syringe. Jerry leverages his surprise attack to redirect the needle into the King's neck. The King bellows, and immediately begins to transform into an enormous dark beast with glowing eyes and crown. The guards scatter while Jerry and Garcia take cover from the King. While escaping, they ally with a guard, and find the chemical room, where this venom is being refined.

THE END OF THAT ONE!

The other one was based on a friendship of mine. As a "large enough evil" approached Earth, my dear friend Madeline discovered latent powers that resonated with the power of the evil, and woke up with the sense of a mission. She found she could read people's thoughts and future, and she was also gifted with fire. Using her foresight, she roamed the city to find a partner that would help tame this great evil -- she eventually discovers that a partnership with Chris, although not ending happily, would save the world. Her foresight shows that toward the end of their journey, Chris' attachment to her would be his own ruin. However, it is the closest hope.

A few scenes of their partnership -- while battling tremendous evils, Chris discovers powers of metal, like those of Magneto. A scene shows us Madeline charging his great fiery powers, while Chris defends her with a great iron shield. As the behemoth attacks, infinite particles of iron come together at the point of his strike to defend Chris and Maddie from his rage. It also shows a blade of metal dart from the ground into Chris' hand, passing through their assailant's heart along the way. As it slips through, the beast drops lifeless.

This sci-fi story was built with a plot twist, in which Chris evolves along the way, and is able to break his attachment to Madeline before the fateful event. Things become murky here -- Chris may have to destroy Maddie, but why her foresight would not prepare her for this, I know not!

As for actual spontaneous dreams, I don't know -- I recall my cheap aviators being a little bent, and being embarrassed in front of a girl. Don't nobody mess with my cheap aviators!

--- Oh! I remembered an actual dream! In Boone, my car didn't start, so I visited Bill's Garage. By this point I was becoming friendly with the guy who kept fixing my car, so I tried to make conversation about what was wrong with my car, and the guy smiled understandingly and said "we'll figure it out." I said out loud that yes, I was probably too tired to understand it now. In my living room, meanwhile, was Cameron or Will Franke or both, something about guitars, blah....

NOTE: My recall has been so shitty recently. I've been in a dry spell for two weeks now. I'm trying not to stress about it, but it's annoying when I miss my dream signs so often.

I find myself walking down the back parking lot of my now old school(DS). I'm trying to find the right bus to get on. However, some of the busses are actually just minivans. I'm pretty sure they're not a minivan that exists though. As I'm walking, I'm thinking that I SHOULDN'T do a reality check, since it's the first day of school, and the dream would be worthless. (Let it be noted last year I still tried to use the dream sign throughout the year but it was worthless, but the first day should be an exception.) So now, I get to my minivan, but it takes off. Oh damn it all. So now, my good friend Eternity comes by along with one other kid. They had also missed their rides too. Well this sucks. And now, all the other busses are driving off too. Shit! So now, a black man wearing a plad dress shirt and jeans comes over.
"Okay, I want you, you, and you to come with me." he says. He leads us to the one last bus in the parking lot. It is filled with all black children wearing black dress pants and white short-sleeve dress shirts. I notice one outlier in the front seat, so he must be another one who missed his bus. My guess is this is a bus going to some sort of Chirstian or Catholic school if I'm correct. Eternity and I sit by each other. We start to drive away from the school now. Apparently, we're heading to our new school, and this bus will go to its correct school after it drops us off. The bus driver calls out the name Isaiah, to which about six or seven people stand up, including Eternity(His real name is Isaiah). Well, it is a common name among black people, so I wasn't surprised so many kids stood up(for the record, I'm not racist...in case anyone thinks I am). So, we soon arrive at the new school(DS), and we get inside. We go up into a PC room and we find seats. My day gets enlightened when I see Lauren(DS) in the room. She drops a few things of hers, so she bends over to pick them up. I can now see her panties, which are pure white. Well...um...I didn't see this one coming. So, the dream now skips over to night time, and I'm at home sitting on the very couch I'm sitting on as I type up this dream. I notice a bunch of people standing outside across the street on the sidewalk. They look like homeless people. I go outside to talk to them. Turns out, they're actually just a bunch of people whoring themselves. I pick up one girl wearing a really slutty shirt and short skirt, and we go back into my apartment. We make out for awhile, but we never actually have sex. She ended up having to leave. I was really looking forward to sex too. Oh well. So, the dream now skips over to the following night, were I find the same story happening again. This time, when I bring the same whore in, all the others come inside as well, and they start partying. I know this will wake my Dad and brothers up. Shit, what now? I know! I jump on my couch, and pretend to sleep, and at this point, I awake.

Right, so this dream was pretty long and I don't remember a lot of it. But from what I do remember, I'm in church with a ton of family, and maybe some friends too, but I doubt that. We're a pretty large group though. This mass is unlike any of the others I've been to before, and in the dream I know that we're at a church we don't normally go to. I distinctly remember that some of us have instruments laying in front of us, to use during the songs. I personally have a snare drum in front of me, as do some others. I idly play with it occassionally, but I do so quietly, and not in tune with any particular song. I'm pretty bored here. I also remember that while the singing came through loud and clear, when the priest was just talking nobody could hear him! Some of the others around me try to draw attention to that to get him to use a mic, or something. Finally, another detail is that we already have communion bread things in the pews with us, which we are supposed to eat at communion time, then go up to get more like normal if we choose. There's quite a bit there, and people are trying to eat it all to be polite. They generally end up looking silly instead.

Around this time I head out of the church, planning to sit in the van (that we don't have IRL!) and watch from there. The church doors are wide open, so it's actually possible. I really think my main motive is to get out of that crowd though. It's evening, and the sun has set. I try to pull the van up closer to the door to get a better look or something, and it starts to veer off like it has a mind of its own! For the rest of the night, I'm driving around crazily on different roads, trying to get safely turned around and back to the church while the car dangerously veers all over the place. Thankfully nobody gets hurt. This all goes in fast-motion like a comedy chase scene might, so before long it's morning. Finally I'm able to get back near where I want to go. At some point I'm out of the car, and walk through a small courtyard type thing that I know animals are in on occasion. Like a zoo but not. It's pretty fuzzy but it feels like that place played a role earlier in the dream, as well.

Anyways, I walk through that and somewhere around this time I spontaneously become lucid. I'm approaching a dilapidated-looking place and as I do so I start "flying" (really just lazily floating). I know my family is supposedly there. I was worried about them being furious or scared by my running off like that, but of course now I'm not. As I arrive, I stop floating as I remember something I'd actually rather do. My little brother passes by, saying "Hello" like I'd done nothing unusual, before walking away again. I recall that I wanted to transform into an anthropomorphic coyote. Knowing transforming all at once would be too tough, I reason, so I decide to just stare at my hand and try to will it to change. (Perhaps not the best method, I admit). This succeeds only in causing my hand to kinda vibrate and flip out. My brother comes back and says "...ouch", as he assumes something is seriously wrong with my hand. About this time the dream fades, and I wait just a bit too long to start spinning.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was travelling with a group of people, probably in a big van or a bus. It was daytime, and we seemed to be going along a desert highway or a road in a desert town. The road seemed wide, and there was always a lot of space on either side of the road. There may have been some small hills, as well as occasional houses or other buildings. Everything seemed to glimmer with heat convection.

I watched a commercial airliner pass our vehicle. The plane was huge. It seemed to me that it was way too close to the ground, and that its angle was too steep. It would make sense if the plane were landing. But there didn't seem to be any airport in sight. I thought that the plane was going to crash or crash land.

Not long after that I saw another plane, this one going over the horizon, possibly in something like a barrel roll. I keep waiting, even kind of flinching, for the explosions from the two planes.

The people in the vehicle may have started talking about planes crashing. As they did I saw another passenger airliner seeming to crash over the horizon in front of us. This one had all the markings of a commercial airliner and was white, but it was shaped like a blimp. It may have already been on fire.

We were now at the top of some mesa, looking down over a reddish-brown landscape. The area was supposed to be a big city, I think. But I didn't see any buildings.

The woman who was in charge of our group had stopped the bus here and gone off to get some kind of instructions or directions. I and another man stood out beside the bus, looking down over the mesa.

Suddenly a bomb seemed to go off down below. It must have been a big bomb, but I somehow knew it had been strapped to a suicide bomber. The bomb had no explosion, noo fire or light. There were just three concentric rings of dust that rippled out from the cednter of the "blast."

The rings of dust themselves didn't seem very huge, but they managed to reach us. With the first and second rings, the air temperature became progressively hotter. I then got afraid. I knew how these bombs worked. They were some kind of nuclear bomb. Each ring was a layer of fallout. And the third ring was the worst.

I cringed in anticipation of the third ring. When it hit us, it shook us pretty hard. The air was full of dust and debris. Then the ring passed us. I knew that we had been so far away from the blast that the radioactive effects would not harm us. But it was now obvious that there were a lot of people all over the place committing terrorist activities.

The woman came back to the bus. Her instructions were regarding the terrorist activities. Apparently the people in the bus had been assigned to deal with these terrorists.

One of the men reasoned that since the events occurred in the desert, that we were going to be focusing our work on the west coast. He thought this meant we would be working in California.

I saw the man's face close up. He was kind of pale, with a short, red beard and red hair. He said, "I never wanted to make too big a deal about California, even though I really like it, cause that's where I come from. But I'm glad we'll get to be going there. Don't you think we'll have to work there?"

I was in some alright but kinda Gothic place, with really old stone walls, and somehow, I figured I was in a dream, so I remembered that if you close your eyes and spin around, you will end up in whatever place you think about, so I kinda did that, but it only half worked, and I could kinda see a nice, but kinda dark (almost half formed) beach, but then I tried again, and was in some cool new place, where there was a bit of a party going on, or just some kind of gathering, and the same Gothic stone walls. I got bored of that pretty soon, and was about to do something else, when I woke up in my bed, but then I realized that my bedroom wasn't set out like that, and I didn't have damn STONE WALLS! And just as my mind began to think of sick movies where people have false awakenings and then get slaughtered horrifically; dramatic horror movie music began to play, so I closed my eyes and teleported the hell out of there. Arriving elsewhere, (still with the Gothic walls, but now out of a window, I can see some slightly middle-eastern architecture) I'm talking to this dude, and I question him about some bible verse (john, 6:20) spray painted on some mosque looking building, outlining the irony therein, and he is dismissive (oh, and by the way, this dude looks like ‘Dude’ ‘The Big Lebowski’) and so I'm like: "haha, dude are you my dream guide" (with extreme sarcasm) and then he laughs heaps hard with me. Then I hear my mother stomping down the hall to the bathroom, and she wakes me up.

Oddly enough, the bible verse john 6:20 does exist, but has no real relevance or bearing on my life, or dream whatsoever.

i keep having these dreams about animal attacks. the 1st one it was a snake with a full set of teeth and it bit me and i felt everything and the next one i had a squirl and a dozon black cats attack me and they wouldent get off of me no matter what i did and my boyfriend was standing becide me but they did nothing to him. i dont no what it means or what 2 do can anyone help?

I knew I was dreaming the whole time.

I was driving down the highway when I saw Optimus Prime standing on a corner. I also saw a Exec of Lego trying to control Prime. He was controlling Prime and I didn't want to see a evil Optimus Prime.



So I drove to the corner and started to fight Optimus the Executive was as big as Optimus and so was I fighting him with a staff and Optimus had a chain. My staff was had a pointy tip at the top and it came of into a chain and I wrapped it around Optimus' neck.

The Exec gave him some kind of juice like a spray and it turned Prime red. He got really powerful but I maneged to stop him.

I went through this atleast 4 times because I like the fight.

It's black. I'm falling asleep and I'm surprised I noticed. I'm aware of my limbs but I can't feel my blankets. This blank canvas of a reality begins to form around me. It's almost like an abandoned warehouse but it's not scary or unnerving in the slightest. A bit of the paint around me is chipped a little, and the place is well lit, but most of what I remember is this feeling of openness and possibility. Whenever I realize I'm lucid two urges really push forward. Sex and powers. Sometimes I have the strong urge to go fly or practice telekinesis, other times, just horny. If I was totally aware every time, I would pick powers mostly because it's impossible in the real world and it's kind of waste to spend an entire LD on sex but I was already on the way.

I knew I couldn't do anything in this empty place so I closed my eyes and span. The place I most connect with encounters with the opposite sex is the clubbing district in a city I used to live in. I ended up in a clubbing district when I opened my eyes but it wasn't one I recognized. It was significantly poorer than the one I remember. I went into the first open bar. In it were several friends from the city I'm living in now. None of which were actually into going clubbing funnily enough.

I'll spare the sexual details but there honestly wasn't much. Everything stayed around 1st to 2nd base mostly for some reason.

I wake up and go back into LD's four more times after this. I can't remember anything about them because they were all short and generally unstable. I do remember being on my knees, my hands flat on a dirt floor trying to stabilize the last dream before I gave up and just got out of bed.

After a few nights of no recall, I finally managed to remember a dream.It was still hard to remember, so I'll write down fragments.
1) I'm walking with my friends to school. We're walking from the opposite side that we walk normally.
2)School ended, I realised I had forgotten my notebook, so went back to get it. The school, was already closing, most of the corridors where closed. I see one of my teachers. She lets me in her class and shows me a few piles of notebook. I then begin searching for mine. I find it without much effort looking at it I felt strange. For a moment I thought I was dreaming, but didn't do a RC.
3)Soon afterwards, I find myself walking to school again, this time alone. Once i enter the building It looks nothing like my school. It looked normal from the inside, but It looked like a castle or a mansion from the inside. I then see fammiliar faces staring at me. They look angry, I was feeling nervous. Then one of my teachers shows up. She explains that she had put the entire school on mind control and made them her slaves.
4) I'm standing with a few of my classmates, they tell me that they are free of the mind control and told that the only way to free the rest of the school is to bring the teacher a mountain of coca-cola.
5) I'm standing infront of a mountain not higher than my ankle. I then realised that it's the mountain of coca-cola.
6) I'm seeing myself in 3d person. I have a goat strapped on my back and fly away.
Strange dream, might not make sense. Atleast I managed to remember something.

Maze

I was walking around in a strange house with some people. we were navigating it but kept getting lost.

Confessions

I am looking at a webpage made by Sam. It has loads of her confessions. I am reading that she was playing 3 men including me before her marriage. From me she got interested in a style of porn (I have never ever discussed porn with her EVER.) and all sorts of other crazy stuff. As I was reading my heart kept crunching and jumping. But at the end. I just wanted to send her a message saying "I forgive you"

I was in a mall. We were supposed to go somewhere. Not sure where. I'm looking at books and motivational/leadership CDs in the store.

A game. Reading Facebook. Classmates. Marco is looking for me? I was in my "room." My parents (looked too Caucasian to be my real parents) said they'll just be in the room (with naughty grins). My room looks a lot cooler and cleaner than the real one.

I was waiting for Marco. After some time, he arrived.

I was staying in a dormitory. It is unfamiliar. I saw a local actor in our country (L.M.) downstairs, across the... uh, side-lawn?? He's on the way to the showers. He was with another person, who is unfamiliar to me.

I went to the showers to take a bath. All are taken, or some are not working. LM is still there, so I instead went to take a bath with him. I noticed the walls and realized I was in a dream. LM became J.A. But then everything became hazy and white. I then commanded "Clarity." Didn't work. I tried again. No go.

Then I tried moving around, but then I heard someone say that whatever I do in the dream, I will also do with my body. I "woke up," and noticed I was in a different room, with some friends, some of them are girls. I recall some trees outside the window.

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Notes:

I did around 5 or more reality checking, but they were not that phenomenal. I guess I just got used to it. I also listened to reality checking and MILD mp3 on my way to sleep, but it's in shuffle mode with other mp3, music and motivational sounds.

Dream:
Mama has lots of gundam models and I ask if I could help build some. I choose to build Dynames and a Ginn. I do the Dyames and have to make an improvised pistol for it. As I'm doing that something shows up.

Dream: (Flying )
I am at the mall and the group I'm with were going to go up a weird floating elevator (platform like), I take it up and and get my leg crushed and dematerialized (like tron) and after it someone says they are going to fix it. I'm like a blue ghost-like thing and start flying, not really sure if I was evil or good for the next part, kinda like I was split and fighting myself with fragments from each perspective. I fly by using fire powers, I can shoot heat or energy (kinda) from my hands (never could pull off shooting fire as an attack in the dream) and shoot fire from my hands to fly.

Fragments:
Think it might be from after my first dream. I'm doing missions, one I fight a giant sea (lake) monster with tentacles with spikes on the ends getting stabbed multiple times (don't remember killing it).
another mission, at a hockey stadium and there is a guy all geared up and I need to beat him (not at hockey), so I sneak on a rail over him and start hitting him with a hockey stick.

1) Driving with my dad and sister. At night, and a man in black is in the middle of the street. We pass him, and my dad says "He's following us!" I lock my door and seal the window. We arrive at a house, my grandmother's maybe... Desserts. Two thugs arrive, I grab a lamp, and start hitting them. My movement is sluggish, and moving too far will make we wake up, I believe.

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2) LUCID. In a field, Michael is there, and there is a crowd. I grab and smash a soft rock. Pick up a red crystal that has a sharp edge, grab him, and ask, "My body, my mind, and my choice, right?" "Your mind, your body, but not exactly your choice." I enter a staircase and let him go.

3) FA. My clock says two, making me late for school. (while it is summer, apparently...)

4) At the bottom it opens into "my school". An effeminate teacher accidentally hits me in the head with an advertisement, apologizes. I arrive at a office with two women. They talk to me a little, and one tells me unplugging something would be my payment. I "remember" I'm late in waking, and jump up to fly into the sun.

5) FA. Clock is reset, and it's dark out still. I jump out of bed and head outside my room to look at the TV clock, but it is off. Power black out.

Last night's dreams seem to be a little more along the lines of my usual dreams, though I was never really lucid. I am figuring that lucidity will improve as my recall improves.

Free For All
I am a fighter in a game of Dungeons and Dragons Online, I am carrying a nasty and cool looking sword. There is a tournament of some kind going on, where players are all fighting against other players. Things are set up so players can get KO'ed but not killed, so the scores are based on the overall performance and 'kills' by each player. I am fighting against a rather big guy with an even bigger axe. He proves to be very strong, but his tactics are way too predictable. After avoiding a couple of his attacks I am able to identify a pattern in his attacks and get past his defenses. I knock him out and then continue exploring a forest area where the tournament is taking place, it is a very realistic looking forest, looks just as real as any forest in the waking world. I am a bit distracted by the surrounding environment when I get surprised by another player attacking me. This is a man with a sword, and as opposed to the first one, he seems quite a bit more skilled. This fight goes on considerably longer than the first one, but I am finally able to get the upper hand and take him down. I am quite a bit more tired from that fight as I continue exploring the forest.


Aquarium Jumping
I am at some huge series of aquariums, looking at the various ocean life in them. There are assorted fish, many kinds of fish, in every imaginable color. There are also sharks, stalking the aquariums as if they are on the hunt. I see a woman in the water, she is swimming as if she herself was part fish, swimming like a mermaid and I see she is one… She is jumping like a dolphin. Jumping from one aquarium to another, practically flying between them. It seems the sharks are trying to catch her, jumping out of the water and grabbing at her, but always a bit too slow as she proceeds to the next aquarium. It seems she is trying to jump from aquarium to aquarium until she reaches the safety of an aquarium not far from me where there are only fish, no sharks. I see there is a man in one of the tanks, one of the tanks with sharks in it. He is trying to get to the side of the tank to get out. The mermaid jumps into his tank and tries to get him to hang on to her properly so she can still jump. But instead he seems in a blink panic and is grabbing frantically at the mermaid to keep from being pulled away by a shark. She tries to jump with him on her but can't do it, instead, his blind panic makes him lose his grip and fall back to the water while the mermaid clumsily falls in a neighboring tank. The sharks swarm the man and tear him apart in a feeding frenzy. The mermaid looks sad that she wasn't able to save him, but no less determined to save herself… she takes advantage of the distraction and makes the final few jumps to the safe tank. She swims over to us observers and hands me a beautiful flower, saying life was needlessly lost, but don't let any more sparks die.


Imagination Is Real
I am in a strange place with some other people. I think one of them is MoSh, another of them might be Nomad… We are all in a world that somehow doesn't seem quite stable, it seems to be changing and shifting around us. The world around us is reforming as time passes, morphing from one form into another. Someone is talking to us, I don't see the person who is speaking, but the voice sounds familiar, maybe it is Q? He is talking about traveling through dimensions without actually opening a portal, just phasing through the dimensional boundaries, sliding sideways sort of through the worlds and watching them slip by. The effect is that one feature morphs into another as everything gradually shifts from one place to another. Mountains slowly smooth out into hills, flat areas rise up to form mountains, low areas fill up with water and then rise up and are covered by trees… buildings sprout out of nowhere and various races of people, not necessarily all human, are living there and going about their lives without seeming to notice us. For a while we are under water and there is a society of dolphins swimming around us. Q says for me to imagine where I want to go and I will soon be there. He says that whatever I can imagine exists somewhere, the universe is that vast. So when one person tells another, "That isn't real… you just made that up…" is really a nonsensical statement since it surely exists somewhere.


Precious
I am in a room with my ex boyfriend, he is singing a song, I recognize the song is titled Precious by Depeche Mode. It seems he is trying to say he is sorry for how he has treated me in the past. Here are the lyrics to the song:

Precious and fragile things, need special handling.
My God what have we done to you?
We always tried to share, the tenderest of care.
Now look what we have put you through.

Things get damaged, things get broken.
I thought we'd manage but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle there was so little left to give…

Angels with silver wings shouldn't know suffering.
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan that only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through.

Things get damaged, things get broken.
I thought we'd manage but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle there was so little left to give…

I pray you learn to trust have faith in both of us.
And keep room in your hearts for two.

Things get damaged, things get broken.
I thought we'd manage but words left unspoken
Left us so brittle there was so little left to give…