I leap out of bed. I have a tiny sun blazing out of my third eye. I have great bull horns, and am surround by a circle of angeldemons. “What’s up, arch-thing?” one of them snickers. “To the MUTHAFUKKIN GREEN MOON!” I shout. The angel demons beat their swords on their shields, and fly through my house into the sky. There is a black winged Moon bus covered in spikes surrounded by a host of black Moon dragons with crescent moons on their foreheads. Koomo, the Bat King, my bat-brother is driving the bus. He gives me thumbs up, and grins at me deviously. I mount the lead dragon, and roar like a demonic lion. The dragon roars with me like the sound of a thousand thunders. Then, all the dragons and angeldemons roar, and we sound like a collision of planets. The fabric of time and space wobbles like dubstep, and armor forms over all of us. “To CHCHEN-ITZA!” “Uh... didn’t you say-” one of the angeldemon whispers. “I know, but I just remembered-” I say, making a portal. We end up at the Egpytian pyramids. Sarnox rides up to me. “Hey, Nomad, look! AndresLD and Madmonkey are here. Queen Zukin, and Nephanim. The others are at Itsa Chicken.” I pretend like I did it on purpose, and call the dreamers there to me. “GET THE FUCK ON THE BUS! TO CHICKEN ITSA!” We portal to Chichen-Itza, and there are hundreds of dreamers there. I see a long line getting on the bus. I tell them to all get on at the same time, and HOLD ON! I attune the Dark Rainbow Road to focus on our very spot, and we ride it to the Green Moon, then descend to the Temple of Nothing. There is a huge concert going on. My late cousin, DJ Sabertooth and DJ TKO are facing off in an epic DJ battle of ages. The black sound pyramid speakers are pulsing like dinosaur hearts to the beat of the bass. We land in the middle of the dancers, and everyone cheers. I dismount and I float up to the top of the pyramid. I turn to the dreamers. YOU ARE ALL DREAMING!!!!
Tried repeatedly to get to the pyramid, never became lucid enough to get there. Ended up having lots of random sex with Yule Brenner in his 'West World' costume. Tried to track down the wolf from my previous non-lucid dream to say "Hi!". Think I caught up with him/her so hit the deck to appear non-treatening and said "I've not been able to shape-shift much of late" and then failed to turn my hand into a paw....lame
Again, I had more than just one dream... I don't know if it was because I woke up becuase I don't remember. Dream #1, I was still staying in my dad's girlfriend's partment when my house was being fumigated (her name is Liz) with my brother and sister but I don't remember seeing Liz herself. The first day of school was supposed to meet the next day and then it came, for some reason it was snowing (I'm in Texas...) so I dressed for the weather. When I came to the door I slipped and slid over some ice and almost crashed into the large glass doors. I stood up and opened it then found it was a chinese food resteraunt and not a school. I looked around and started asking questions then found that it was a school attatched to a resteraunt. I went out into the courtyard (located outside) and stood around watching the other teens talk and hang out. Eventually another bell rang and it was time to come inside but I slipped again and did crash into one of the glass doors. Then glass fell on me and cut deep into me and then I went home... Dream #2, I was staying in some kind of daycare for some reason, playing and watching the more little kids there. The daycare was much more like a house though, even with bedrooms and bathrooms with showers ect. Well I was walking by when I noticed a girl who looked rather beautiful so I started a conversation with her which eventually lead to the bedroom where we actually had sex... I woke up from my dream just as I was snuggling with her.
I became lucid and set off for the Pyramid as chosen for the mission this weekend. After a few issues I got there and proceeded to tell people they were dreaming, noticed a lack of a 'becon' so sent it up which cased more people to emerge from forrest around the area. I suspected that these people were 'avatars' (non-real people) so sat down and waited a while. I spoke a a fellow with pointy ears called 'Muzlin' before waking up for a minute or two. When I got back to sleep I was flying above the pyramid and giggling a lot (I'd just 're-fuled' on chocolate and soda in reality so was on a sugar rush) and was a totally hyper.....so I thought it'd be funny to make it rain swords (sorry folks, my bad). After that I tried to turn day to night so I could do my 'werewolf' thing and accidentally melted reality. At one point I was upside down and said "Sweet! never been upside down before!" and then tried to used the 'Bill and Ted' Phone booth to set things straight. It failed so I summoned a TARDIS and streached it over the 'broken' part of reality. After that it desending into non-lucid again (everyone need to 'sleep' now and then).
Was non-lucid at the time or arriving at my grand-parents house (the house hasn't existed in that form for a good 20 years). I went into the back garden and saw a black wolf with a few white and possibly brown hairs on it's muzzle. It had yellow eyes and was looking right at me, it's ears where up and it's tail not wagging and hagging low. I only glanced at it for a moment and must have not considered it a threat as I just carried on doing strange non lucid things I can hardly remember.
ok, so the last dream i remember was a couple of days ago, i have been having some serious relationship problems and in this dream i was driving along and i came to a junction, i went to stop the car and he put his foot across mine so i couldnt break. we went over and it was a near miss but i managed to keep control. i pulled the car over and screamed at him to get out. this is where i awoke, knowing i had actually shouted that out loud.
Time? fragment Palm became infected. It hurt and was being eaten away. I used H2-O2 .. it stung.. someone was watching me do this. Infection kept growing in a circular shape until it took up most of my palm. Looking at palm there was like looking into a shallow can. the sides were pink and jelly like, no actual muscle or bone mass.
Nephanim's Dream I was lying in bed on top of Chichen Itza. A glowing, yellow orb floated in the sky above me. Instantly, I recognized where I was. I was dreaming! I climbed out of bed and walked over to the edge of the top platform. From my height, I could see a number of shadow figures walking around at the base of the pyramid. Some of them looked up at me, but most were oblivious to my presence. Something woke me up immediately after.
Just before bed I was watching a youtube video, so of course the guys from it were in my dream! Haha. (Huge Smosh fan, btw!) So.... I can't quite remember but I kept having to ride my bike and drive cars back and forth between my house and a cabin (which was filled the kids my age so I assumed I was at summer camp). So that was wierd... And I remember at the cabin I was changing clothes and of course I ended up naked in front of a crowd of people! =P Then when I got back to the cabin people were sitting around in the dining hall, and I was worn out from riding a bike all over the place so I went to the kitchen too look in the fridge. While I was looking around in the fridge I felt my stomach muscles contract all of a sudden and I looked down and didn't see anything. Then this kid (who I know in RL, Jared), who was standing behind me, saw what happened and said, "Woah, that's wierd! I was just thinking about poking you in the stomach!" So it was like I knew what was going to happen before it did, like some kind of psychic thing. Haha. Then in the dining hall some kids invited me to squish onto their bench with them and chat. So I went and sat next to a really cute guy (who is from the youtube video, haha). Then he started holding my hand and we kinda cuddled while we talked to everyone (but it wasn't obvious because it was so crowded anyway =P ). Then I had to get up to go to the kitchen and he followed me in and kissed me goodbye. I don't remember what happened after this, but I don't think I woke up quite just yet. I was probably going on another bike ride for something! Haha. So it was a pleasant dream! Even though there were random odd tihngs. Haha. It's weird though because I just broke up with my kind of-boyfriend. Haha. We decided we were just more like friends. Soo.... I'm not sure if that had anything to do with the romance in my dream. But I enjoyed it. =P
Updated 07-21-2011 at 08:23 PM by 25044
Didn't have any lucids last night, sadly but I did have some pretty interesting non lucids. Here's one of them: I was watching a tiger slowly walking in a wet forest. The tiger started running extremely fast when it jumped off a cliff, into a lake. The lake water was a vibrant blue and the tiger was a pro at swimming. It was like a dolphin. It could dive down and come shooting back up. I watched it go underwater and into this underwater cave. The cave was full of crystals and diamonds and the tiger seemed like it could breath underwater. It kept going deeper into the cave when it literally melted into the wall. It left a hieroglyph imprinted into the wall. I might go try to find the same cave when I become lucid again. I'll add it to my goals.
It first started out with me being dropped off by a friend/relative to my grandma's house. However, once I arrived, two people looking like they were part of a 90's action flick began to fight in front of me. One of them was male, and the other female. My grandma's house also became an industrial/futuristic bunker that could seal of every entrance and exit in case of an apocalypse. The man was a thief and the woman was trying to get all her stuff back. Everything gets foggy, but I think the man was finally killed and everything returned to normal. I desperately need to work on recall. xD Other than that, this was in interesting dream nonetheless.
I was lying in bed on top of Chichen Itza. A glowing, yellow orb floated in the sky above me. Instantly, I recognized where I was. I was dreaming! I climbed out of bed and walked over to the edge of the top platform. From my height, I could see a number of shadow figures walking around at the base of the pyramid. Some of them looked up at me, but most were oblivious to my presence. Something woke me up immediately after.
Nicole and I were staying with my parents in Texas. Austin was sick, but my parents couldn’t take him to the hospital because the health care infrastructure had been taken over by a group calling themselves (simply enough) the Organization. My mom did her best to take care of him, and his situation seemed stable. We assumed he would be able to wait a few weeks for a military action to sort out this mess with the Organization. As the days wore on, the news reported that the Organization’s reach was spreading. They captured residential lots for use as barracks and weapon storage. What they didn’t capture, they ransacked. All of the food, water, and valuables were stolen from countless homes in the vicinity of the hospitals. It was a terrorist attack on a level the country had never seen. We decided to build a secret basement beneath our home. Although building codes prohibited the construction of basements in Houston, the area beneath our house was suited to that, so we didn’t have to worry about any serious health issues – at least, that’s what my dad thought. I wasn’t so sure. He finished digging it out in two days, and we moved a good portion of our food down there. We left enough food upstairs that the Organization would just take it and ignore the possibility of people hiding under the kitchen tiles. It wasn’t long before the Organization made their rounds… We could only get the news by radio now, and many of the standard broadcast stations had been knocked out, so much of what we listened to came from other people like us living in secret in their own homes. The airports were under the Organization’s control now. Everything seemed to be getting worse, and Austin’s condition wasn’t getting any better. A few days after the Organization stopped running in and out of our house, my dad and I went outside to check out the area. It was spooky how normal everything looked. The streets were empty, of course, but the houses all looked fine on the outside. We went door to door trying to find anyone who had hidden themselves properly. We found a couple of corpses, but I tried not to dwell on it. I didn’t know any of these people, anyway… We found one family that did the same thing as us. Their basement area was a little larger, so they invited us to come stay with them. My dad wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but we agreed to attend a party. When we got back, we told the rest of the family all about it. We went back to the larger hideout the next evening to try to enjoy ourselves for the first time in a while. Unfortunately, a passing truck under the control of the Organization stopped in front of the house. The driver picked up the music playing in the basement from his vehicle. Before we knew this had happened, the driver called a couple of loading trucks to the scene. They infiltrated the house, broke up the party, and captured everyone as prisoners. We were loaded one by one onto the trucks with our mouths gagged and our wrists bound. I thought it was dumb of them to leave our ankles untied, but when they closed the back of my truck and locked the door, I realized there wasn’t much we could do to escape. I had to sit in pitch black darkness for the whole ride. I wasn’t even sure where we were going… After the first few turns, I was lost. Maybe in Illinois, I could’ve followed the trail better, but I wasn’t familiar with this area. I knew Nicole wasn’t on the same truck as me… It didn’t seem like they were shipping women anywhere different from the men, so I was relieved at least by that much. I had even less of an idea where she had been sent, though. The truck stopped at another house, and they loaded some more people onto the truck. It was becoming crowded in the cargo area, but they didn’t care. We were just merchandise to them. I supposed we would probably end up doing slave labor for the rest of our lives. By the time we reached the next stop, I realized the knot binding my wrists was loose enough to wriggle out of. I freed myself and cautiously undid the knots binding the men on my left and right. We left our gags in so the Organization wouldn’t notice we had untied our wrists. It worked like a charm. We could undo the knots just as well in pure darkness as in blinding light, so it didn’t matter that we had to work on them en route. We had most of the prisoners free by the third stop – and that was way more people than they were ready to deal with. We had to leave some of them bound, but we were able to rush the soldiers in charge of the loading process and take their guns from them. Only a few people died. Someone else killed the driver of the truck. We were the only truck on this street, so there was no one else to challenge us. Everyone scattered, and so began my long journey across the country. I found out they had taken me over the border into Oklahoma. I figured it would be fastest to make my way back to my parents’ house from there. I didn’t have a car, and besides, the roads were dangerous with the Organization about. It seemed they were no longer content with just taking supplies. They needed an army of slaves for something. I didn’t intend to trust my fate to chance again. I walked from Oklahoma back to Houston, sneaking into restaurants when necessary to supply myself with water and food. I kept away from the major roads when I could and made short work of crossing them when I couldn’t. I don’t know how long it took me, but I made it back to my parents’ house. I was a little disappointed to find that I was the only one who made it back… None of my family members were in the same truck as me, so I hadn’t been able to free any of them. I didn’t check the other house to see if those people had made it back. Their hideout had been compromised. Although ours was empty, at least I figured it was secure. I stayed there for about a week to give Nicole time to find me. When she didn’t show up, I put a backpack of supplies together and took to the wilderness again. This time, I headed for Illinois. Traveling during the summer was rough, so I was grateful when things began to cool down. It meant that I had taken a long time to cross the country, but I hadn’t been counting the days, anyway. I was too worried about what might’ve happened to Nicole and my family to think about something as abstract as time. Eventually, I made it to the edge of Chicago. A big storm blew in from the west, and the whole area quickly flooded. I jumped on the back of an Organization truck when the driver wasn’t looking and rode it into the suburbs so I wouldn’t have to spend so much time in the pouring rain. It pulled off into someone’s backyard, so I took the chance to hop off the truck and continue on foot. As I passed a house, I saw a television on inside. I wondered how long it had been playing… There didn’t seem to be anyone in the room. The TV played an episode of the Fairly Oddparents in which Timmy Turner gained the power of invisibility. He tried to save a girl on a motorcycle from the Organization, but he was unable to do anything. They threw her on a train and took her away. I couldn’t help noticing I was in a similar situation… I had to wade through three feet of water to get across Nicole’s street. Her house was empty. Her garage was empty. All of the canned food was gone, and it basically looked like no one had been there in ages. I noticed that Cleo was also gone… I figured she had decided to fend for herself if she was still alive. Since there was nothing for me to find in Chicago, I decided I might as well go back home and prepare the house for my family’s return – if they ever returned. The trip back took even longer than the trip there; I had lost much of my motivation. The winter months weren’t so bad since I made it far enough south to avoid most of the snow. The new year arrived, then spring, then summer, and I finally made it back to my parents’ house. When I went inside, my heart sank. There were people everywhere. I immediately assumed they were with the Organization and threw up my hands in surrender. It wasn’t worth fighting anymore, I decided. If they were going to kill me, whatever… I didn’t want to live in fear like this anymore. Then my eyes narrowed. Nomad was with them. Nomad wouldn’t join the Organization. I noticed many of them had weapons strapped to their bodies. Some of them – including Nomad – had war paint on their faces. These were rebels preparing to stand up to the Organization. They laughed at my surrender and pointed me to my mom and sister. I was shocked by how similar Chelsea looked to my mom. It had been a year since I saw them, and Chelsea changed quite a bit. I hugged each of them several times. By this point, I was already in tears. Just finding one of them would’ve been enough to make the past year of running worth it. I headed straight for the secret room, hoping to find my dad and Austin. My mom grabbed my hand before I could reveal the entrance. She hadn’t told the rebels about it yet, and in case one of them really was working with the Organization, she didn’t want them to know. She said she didn’t know if my dad was awake right now, but he would come talk to me soon. I sat down with them in the kitchen to wait. My mom explained that she and Chelsea had been separated from my dad and Austin early on, but they were reunited at the start of winter when they made it back to the house. She spared few details of their experiences… The Organization was trying to construct something to control the minds of the human race, but the details of this weren’t exactly clear. I made a mental note to ask Nomad about this later. Within half an hour or so, my dad walked into the room. He had a pistol on each side and wore a bulletproof vest. I felt small compared to him. It was obvious he’d been through a lot in the past year. I hugged him several times, too. Immediately, I asked him about Austin. I hadn’t seen him in the building anywhere. I assumed he had just been in the basement or something. My dad put a hand on my back and led me outside. Because of his silence, I already knew what had happened. The tears started flowing. He took me to a little garden beside the house. The plants were artificial, and they had words written on their leaves. There was a little piano in the back for some reason with certain keys marked. It was a memorial for Austin. I knelt in front of it, wondering what I should do. Praying didn’t seem right, but what else was I supposed to do in this situation? My dad read the memorial leaf by leaf, but I couldn’t understand any of it. The whole thing seemed ridiculous, like he would tell me at any moment that Austin was actually just sleeping in the basement. That was just a hopeless wish, however. “How long has it been…?” I asked, covering my eyes. “Since November,” he replied. “We couldn’t get him the help he needed. The winter was too much for him, even here.” I could hardly breathe. My only brother was dead, and I never got to say goodbye. I knew how my dad felt about his brother’s death. Was this normal, I wondered? My thoughts raced out of control. I wondered if I would ever see Austin again… Probably not, I decided. There was nothing left of him. I knelt there for several minutes in grief before I could even move. I knew the Organization could come by at any moment, though, and if they saw us here, they would want to search the house. For the sake of everyone inside, I sucked up my tears and went back inside. I sat down on a bench in the basement to be alone while I tried to grasp everything that had happened. All the time lost, all the families torn apart… It was all because of the Organization. My immediate family gathered in the basement to try to cheer me up. “When I saw Josh was here, I thought he was going to tell me he brought Nicole and two kids,” my dad joked. Clearly, this didn’t help much. “I haven’t seen Nicole since the party,” I choked. It took me a few times to get this out. I went through my whole trip in summary, stopping whenever the horror of Austin’s death or the year without Nicole gripped me. When I finished telling the story, everyone seemed to agree that I should try going back to Chicago and finding Phil. He might be doing secret work for someone in the city, my dad suggested. I couldn’t imagine anyone having a stable job with the country in its current state, but it seemed remotely possible that he could be working in secret. In that case, he might have a place for Nicole and her family to hide. Knowing Nicole had to turn up somewhere, I agreed to give their idea a try. They probably wouldn’t see me again… I could come back and find all of them dead. We went outside for some reason and sat in the backyard. The sun was already setting, so it was too late for me to leave. I would have to stay for the night. After I finished talking to my family, I turned back to the house. A number of the rebels were staring at me. As Apheri appeared at my side, I put my hand on her black hilt. “The Organization will pay,” I whispered.
1. I'm at the movies with my friends K.G. and C.W. My brother and his friends are there as well, and we start talking about a new sport called "sniper golf." It's pretty much self-explanatory; one team plays scramble golf as the other tries to pick them off with sniper paintball guns, then the teams switch. 2. I'm playing a Survivor challenge game that the host introduces as "capture the bag." The arena is set up in a cross shape, with four sloped paths leading to a high plateau in the center. Two teams of three try to throw bags at a dinosaur statue in the first round, with the most hits winning the round. In the second round, the goal is to get all six bags by any means necessary, and a fracas ensues. 3. I'm at my old grade school when I'm called to the principal's office to see government agents. I'm a little scared, but when I arrive they just want to say hi and give me some candy. I start walking back through the halls, boasting to everyone I meet, when a teacher rolls her eyes and tells me to go home. 4. I'm playing Drummania in an arcade, a game like Rock Band. Towards the end of the song I'm playing, the standard notes turn into a series of walls, which my sticks break down.
Bed @ 2am Wake @ 7:45am 200mcg Huperzine-a 4mg nicotine gum Dream 1 - I was in a room that looked like a dressing room, rustic-style, wood. I walked out and approached a full length mirror. I saw my features shift and blur and I knew that I was dreaming (for a moment). I thought or said, "I want to see how beautiful I *really* am." My hair was dark and thick and straight and started to stand on end, it freaked me out a little and then I turned and walked into another space. It was like a saloon, I may have walked through swinging doors. The room was full of men playing pool. All of them looked at me as I entered, and they seemed to all be looking at me with hostility. I felt a little unnerved, and tried not to show it and to appear confident. I passed a pool table where two men were playing a game of pool, all of the balls were 8-balls, there were a lot of them, more than a usual game, and some of them were sitting perched on plastic cups, my impression was they were filled with jack and coke and maybe water. I picked up one of the 8-balls, and walked outside. I saw an area to the left and thought that I could go there if I imagined a bridge. I rolled the 8-ball on the ground like a bowling ball, flew up in the air, and asked, "what's beyond this dream?" and woke up. **I wrote in my scribbles "Who are you really?" and I vaguely remember asking that in the dream Dream 2 - At a place that was related to work in some way. I was sitting on a wooden porch, and there was a trapdoor that I had put a lot of stuff in. Colorful blankets, a clear plastic box of stuff. I pulled it all out and tried to put it back in neatly, and realized it wouldn't all fit back in. It all fit before because I had just tossed it in carelessly, and now that I was trying to organize it, there wasn't enough room. I dug through the stuff in the plastic box, and there were two items that are hard to explain. They were silver nickels, but they had silver tabs attached to them, it was like the tabs had to be removed before the nickels were valid. I pulled one off, and noticed the weight and the design of it, then pulled the other one and noticed that the design of it had changed and was now more scroll-like, more delicate, and the weight of it had changed to thinner and lighter. I tucked a blanket in around the top of the stack, and chose the plastic box to take out while I closed the trap door. I was explaining all of this to someone standing to my right, possibly C. Fragments - in a room with Teri, images or thoughts of a room full of women, of goddesses. An image of staring at a drawing hanging on a wall of St. Christopher. It was sepia-toned. Teri was sitting on the floor in front of me and I sat behind her and pressed myself against her, cuddling her from behind. In a room talking to two guys, a contemporary couch like an Ikea couch, a scenic view from the apartment. Talking to a couple of people in a modern kitchen, leaning over the bar facing them (they are in the kitchen). There are a couple of coinpurses on the counter and I look through each one to see what's inside. I feel a little self-conscious, and explain that I just like to look through the change. Something about noticing that all of the people in the room or in my life or something all had been abandoned or had abandoment issues.
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