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I believe that the dream I had last night was lucid. From what I can remember, I was in my friend's bedroom, in his apartment where I was spending the night. It appeared to be daytime, so the room was very well-lit. His roommate was sitting on the couch, which now had all of its cushions in-place, whereas in real life I had removed all the cushions to create a makeshift bed on the floor. But that isn't what tipped me off to the fact that I was dreaming. For some reason, what tipped me off was seeing my friend on the other side of the room getting clothes out of a laundry basket. There was no reason why that should have alerted me to anything, but I guess I remembered him having done that earlier and having no reason to do it again. I said out loud, "wait a minute, I'm dreaming, aren't I?" At this point, I decided to get as much done as possible before I woke up. The first thing I said was, "Okay, here's what we're going to do, we're going to ride dinosaurs." But as I was unable to get dinosaurs to appear, I changed my mind and said we were going to ride dragons. But then, deciding that that may be equally difficult, I turned to the couch, where my friend sat on the right and his roommate was still on the left. I told them to make out, and they did so. I was rather excited by how well this was working, but what made me feel uneasy was their total lack of expression or emotion. They had may as well have just been robots or something. I started to feel like I was making them do something against their will, and started to feel bad about it. Losing interest in this activity, I turned to the window. My friend was now sitting in the desk chair to the left of the window. His roommate was still on the couch. I said that one of them should open the window. Neither of them acted. I decided to be specific. I pointed to my friend's roommate, telling him to pull up the blinds on the window, and that I would think of something to do as I went along. He pulled up the blinds, and from outside it looked as though the room was several stories higher than it should have been in real life. I could see the top of a reddish colored tree near the parking lot. Everything else was a white light. Before I could think of something else to do, my friend began talking about something technical, something that I didn't understand and found very boring. I suppose I got distracted at this point and woke up.

I first started typing this on giogoMoget2's thread, Real life will be a dream when we die, so is it just like a loong dream? . But then I realized I'm better off just posting it in "Dream Interpretations", and maybe some members can even give me a few hints in interpreting the odd dream. The whole "life might be a dream after all" aspect that giogoMoget is talking about reminded me strongly of this... I dreamt it two months ago, but I remember the details clearly, because I wrote them down immediately after waking up.

Dream: At first, I was some random girl (not myself) having e fight with her boyfriend in a public place (I think it was a mall). There were other people around, some of which we personally knew - family members... And then suddenly there's this huge earthquake and the two of us fall off the stair-platform we were standing on. At that moment I thought to myself "I'm not gonna make it". Up until here, everything feels like a normal dream: a bit fuzzy, a tad chaotic. But from here on... the mood changes and everything feel SO realistic. So when I fall off the platform, everything goes dark. But then, later, when I start regaining consciousness, I clearly remember thinking "Oh, thank God, I'm still alive". I open my eyes, though, and notice I'm NOT alive at all: but in a dark room, with a dark figure looming over me. I'm terrified. Terror grows stronger when the dark figure puts two strong fingers on my belly and I feel pain. This next bit is kinda hard to explain but let's hope it makes sense... After I feel the pain, I get the feeling of "waking up from a dream", readjusting to reality. And then suddenly the dark figure and the room and the situation become quite familiar. "He" had been my "boyfriend" in the previous life, and he'd died just a few moments before me - so now he came to wake me up, too. Now that I've refamiliarized myself with "reality", I know we're a couple of souls who keep experiencing one lifetime after another. It's "normal" to do so. Then we choose a new life and go live as new people. We die again. Come back to the dark place again. In total, I died THREE times in this dream! And woke up as we were choosing a new lifetime: I'd chosen a pretty black-haired girl and he was gonna be a chubby (and kind of ugly) young man. I remember saying "Oh come on... don't!" because I knew he'd only chosen that body to spite me.

Another odd feature: Usually when I dream, it's in third person. I see myself (or the person I'm "incarnated" in, since I'm often someone other than myself) doing the actions. In this dream... the bit that happened in the mall and the two lives after that (in one I was a man and I decided I could fly, I actually DO start floating in the air, but I see a shadow figure on the street and arrogantly think "Oh yeah, I'm not afraid of you!". I fly towards him, and hit a car and die. And in the other I was a girl who got attacked in a dark sort of abandoned garage) - all those were normal "third-person" dreams. The bits in which I was a shadow figure interacting with another shadow figure, were all first person. Including the moment "he" pierced my belly and i felt terror and pain.

Real-life context at the moment the dream took place: The next day I had to wake up at 4.30 to catch a plane with my parents. We were going on vacation. I'd never been on a plane before but didn't think much of it: I wasn't at all scared about the idea, but rather was looking forward to it. The dream, however, shook me up a bit - the fact that it made me feel like death was not something to be scared of, made me kinda tense. Also, I can never usually go to sleep when I have to be awake at an early hour. I can't even sleep before big events such as exams, because I know I have to be awake and alert very early the next morning, and I keep looking at the clock. This time I fell asleep quite easily though.

I apologize for the encyclopedic amount of text. It was a long dream, and I generally tend to write more than necessary

Comment - Non Lucid - Lucid

My previous dream, which was a short lucid, faded to black and I find myself back in bed...

Clarity: 10/10 (surreal)
Importance: 8/10

Damnit, another short one. I want to turn around to grab my notepad but notice I forgot to RC. I perform the nose pinch RC and it works again.
Awesome, an FA, I can have another dream!
I get up and touch the wall. I want to see if I can move my hand through. I can easily get my fingers in, but for my hand I’d need a lot of force.
I’m in my old house, looking at a wall. (I didn’t notice the sudden scene change from one place to another)
That's right, I told myself to try flying in my last dream. I haven’t flown in a lucid ever since I was a child; it’s about time to do that again.
I search for a window to jump out of, but realize that it’s faster to just charge through the wall.
As I run through the wall, which only provided little resistance, I find myself floating in front of the house.
Awesome! This feels really nice. I look at the huge apple tree in front of me; it had been there since way before I was born. (It isn’t there anymore)

I notice that my perception is somehow different. I can see the detail of the leafs even though I’m still a good 30m away from the tree,
my eyes don’t have this much resolution. I’m amazed by this surreal vision and investigate further. It becomes better every second.
I cannot only see clearly in the centre of my field of vision, but everywhere else as well.
I realize that everything I see is not information provided by my eyes, but information generated by my mind;
obviously it does not need to follow the limitations of my eyes. I try to see past the spectrum of visible colors,
because I’ve always been amazed that some animals have can see a larger spectrum and can thus see much more vivid or even different colors.
It works very well, the contrast of my vision greatly improves and changes into what I can only describe as similar to hdr photography or hdr in 3d games,
except it’s not really down sampled to visible colors, I can actually see the much higher range of colors.
All of the leaves of the tree are so bright, they have a neon glow surrounding them, but the brightness is not blinding me.
The contrast between dark and bright is so high it's indescribable.

Suddenly I perceive a completely new color. The leaves are now a color... maybe between blue and green, but it's not cyan.
It’s the first time I’ve seen that color. I’m amazed how my mind is able to come up with a color I have never seen, this is so awesome!
After focusing on the new color, I try to figure out a way to describe it in my DJ, but I realize I can’t, there are no words for new colors.
It feels like this is the “real” color of these leafs though, seen without the limitations of the human eye.
Maybe I'm able to see into the UV spectrum, able to see 4 colors instead of 3, and the leaves are now a combination of green blue and ultraviolet?
I hover past the tree and look around, where should I go? I want to go to a place far away, and I want to fly faster.
A voice whispers “This should be pretty far” as I look into the sun. Yes, flying to the sun does indeed sound like a good idea, I wonder if I can go faster then the speed of light.
Thanks to my surreal vision, looking directly into the sun doesn’t hurt me. I can actually see the solar flares quite clearly.
As I want to start approaching the sun, suddenly, I nearly get hit by a huge object flying by… It’s a whole city; it looks a bit like Atlantis from Stargate except it has a square foundation.
What the… ? The dream suddenly ends.

(Something happened in the dream before this "beginning," but I can't remember it.)

I was sitting in the living room of "my mom's house." My mom may just have moved into this house. There were packed boxes all over. I'm pretty sure that I had come from out of town to visit my mom.

The house had a yellowy light in it, like afternoon or morning light. The house was pretty big. It had at least two stories, the ground floor connected to the second floor by a long, narrow stairwell.

My mom may have sat on a couch while I sat on the floor, surrounded by boxes. My mom and I were talking about something, some kind of abstract discussion that eventually wound around to a book of mine.

The book, I saw in my mind's eye, was a tall, wide, thin, hardcover picture book. The cover was all black except for the title and a photo of some brightly colored life-form, either an exotic plant or a deep-sea creature.

My mom may have implied somehow that she would like to see the book. But I felt like the book was in one of the boxes, and that it would be pretty hard for me to find.

My mom was gone. I "went out to the truck" (I'm pretty sure I didn't actually do this, but kind of "told myself" I had done it), where the book had been somewhere like the floor of the front seat. I was now in the living room with the book in my arms.

I put the book into a slot in a series of vertical steel-rod separators in a drawer of a short filing cabinet, which may have been part of something like an entertainment center.

I thought, My mom wanted the book. I didn't think I could give it to her. But now she'll have it. But I won't make a big deal about it, because I don't want her to feel like she needs to thank me for having gone out of my way to find it.

I walked out of the living room. I went into a couple different rooms on the ground floor and on the second floor. All the rooms were full of stuff, but they didn't feel moved-into. It was like everything still needed to be unpacked.

The rooms were all bathed in warm light and had a summery, breezy feel. But there was also a really eerie feeling. I noticed after a while that some of the windows seemed to have been opened, and that bedsheet-like curtains were billowing in the breeze.

I was certain someone had illicitly entered the house. I got panicked. I ran down the stairs and found my mom. My mindset was now like I was living in the house with my mom, possibly like I had been living there with her for a while.

I may have scolded my mom for something or other, like not being vigilant enough about keeping the house safe.

I was pretty sure the person was still inside the house. So I decided to explore the rooms and try to find the person. But as I started searching, I got really afraid.

(I can't say whether I got so afraid that I woke up or whether I woke up because my alarm went off. I had unintentionally set my alarm last night, and I woke as soon as it went off. But I am also very certain that I was so afraid, in my dream, as I went searching through the house, that I might have woken up out of fear pretty soon anyway.)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I was just cockblocked in the coolest way ever. Had a few dreams last night, and even though I don't remember much from them, I'm sure they were all very long and complicated.

04.00: Debt
I'm at some random place in the woods with alot of other people. I guess it's some kind of festival and it's pretty dark outside. I bump into a guy and I realise it's someone I once knew. Unlucky me he's one of the "badass" people here in my hometown and he claims I owe him money. "Give me 6000 kr and we call it even" he tells me in that respect-demanding soft voice. I know this won't end up good for me if I don't do what he says so I tell him that he will get his money. I have to almost kiss his fucking feet for him not to rage on me... I'm not sure how the dream ended, but I remember making alot of calls.

6.30: Sink
I'm leaning on a sink in a bathroom. There's another person there but I don't know who. "If you close your eyes and imagine being in a dream, you will soon be in it" I say. I close my eyes, relax and try to imagine stuff. It's mostly black. "This is how you WILD" I try again but I don't get much.

Two thumbs up for not realising I was already in a dream! But I did try to incubate in the dream, which is progress atleast!

8.00: Subconscious cockblocking
I'm at the most awesome beach ever. There are white buildings on either side of me and the water almost touches them. A band is playing at a platform out in the water and there's a pretty big crowd of people watching. A couple of minutes later the band has disappeared and the crowd aswell. The waves are alot bigger now and I can see several people surfing. My brother goes into the water with a surf board and I follow.

A wave comes crashing down on me as soon as I reach the water and I tumble around for a couple of seconds before I get back on my feet. I don't know why, but I have a radio controlled car. I steer it into another wave and I follow it. We both make it through but on the other side, a woman in the late 30's has speared my car! She removes the spear and I see three holes in it. "What did you do that for?" I ask.

I make the car go forward but it shuts down every other second or so. "You owe me 20$" she looks at me and tries to explain something. I notice how hot this woman actually is. Grey pants with blonde hair and nice breasts. "Do you wanna fuck?" I ask her just like that. (I'm actually 1/4th lucid kinda at this point) She looks over at her fat husband who's out in the water. She quickly nods at me and I take her hand and head for the nearest building.

The house isn't really finished and hasn't been painted. There are no windows and no door. Suddenly a small girl appears in the door and walks by. She has a yellow/brownish colour to her like an old photo, black long hair and a wound on her forehead. She grins at me evily and I stop. "Fuck that, I ain't having sex in a haunted house" I say and start walking towards another house. We enter it and the woman runs ahead into one of the bedrooms.

I'm not far behind but when I enter it, she's gone. "Wtf is going on?" I wonder and I see a closet. The doors open and a small girl walks out, in a pink fluffy pyjamas. "Oh shit... Damn you ghost girl!" I think for myself and I realise this is all just an illusion. It's still a woman! (like in movies where one person has hallucinations) I lay her on the bed and I try to imagine her turning into a woman again. Nothing happens and now she's not even a girl, she's a large doll. I start unzipping the pyjamas from the top and when I reach the bottom, it's still a doll...

The evil Cockblocker The doll

11.00: Robbing my uncle
I'm with another guy and we both got rifles. I kick the door infront of us open and storm in. With a couple of well placed shots, two of the three guys in the room goes down. I drop my rifle and take out my sidearm. With a swift motion I take the last guy down on the floor and hold the gun to his head. "What's the combination to the computer?" I ask him. "You'll never get it!" my uncle replies and I bend his arm a little.

"He won't crack" the other guy says and I release him. A black and white cat walks by and I grab it. "Perhaps this will make you talk" I say and put a boot on the cat. I'm not really hurting the thing and he can tell. "Fuck you!" I pick up the cat and start strangling it gently. The cat starts meowing and I know my uncle will crack this time. "Okay okay I'll tell you the code" I release the cat and it hits me, clearly pissed off. We get the documents we need.

12.00: Zombietheme maths
I'm standing outside of a locked building and the world is filled with zombies (don't know why, but that's how it is). To get in I have to do math. There's a big board on the roof of the building and I can see several digits. "2*2*2=" I try to calculate it but the numbers I write down keep changing and nothing adds up. I get really frustrated. This goes on for like five minutes.

12.00: Looking for the second glock
I'm walking towards my appartment building and I reload my glock. "Hmm it would be awesome to storm in with one glock in either hand" I think and put the safety on, and put it behind my back. I reach for my bag which turns into a binder. I don't know how I was supposed to find the second glock in there but I look for it anyways. I see several pictures and texts I've written. Even some pictures my friend Jonas had drawn. "He's good at drawing" Monica points out.

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Food before bed: 100 mg B6. 3 Omega-3 pills.

That's it! I was a bit more lucid than usual in all my dreams, and I knew I could change them like I wanted to. Like the cockblock dream and the uncle dream. I knew what was going to happen kind of... Anyways it was a cool night with great vividness and very interesting dreams. Even tho strangling that cat was a bit disturbing, it survived!

It's actually my uncle's birthday today and I had totally forgotten about it. Perhaps that's why I dreamt about him? The subconscious is a cool thing, if I don't feel bad for cheating in a dream, my subconscious makes sure I won't get laid!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Note: I remembered a bit more of this when I first woke up this morning, but I wasn't able to take notes right away, so I have lost a lot of the details. What I am left with is these fragments, which sucks, but I should know better than to let the notes go…

Gotta Get 'Em Separated
I was with MoSh and some other people on the top of a hill at night, I looked around and saw there was a gentle slope downward all around us, and I could see houses a bit farther off. I looked closer and I could see that I was there with MoSh, Nomad, and Asuka, though Asuka looked a bit odd. I thought for a bit and I remembered the goal for this night, it was to get Asuka separated from some nagual woman who had merged with her… I couldn't remember why this woman had merged with Asuka, but I did know Asuka hadn't agreed to it, so the idea was to get them apart so Asuka would be free of this. I was all ready to do my song spell, it uses the song Come Out and Play by the Offspring, which works perfectly for the line, "Gotta Keep 'Em Separated," but it turned out I didn't even need to do that. MoSh told the nagual woman to release Asuka immediately or we would force her out, and after a brief hesitation, she de-merged from Asuka with no resistance. I guessed I wouldn't need the spell after all. After she was separated, another man appeared, though I didn't recognize him. He shot dirty looks around at everyone, then created a wind storm which I wanted to fly on, it just seemed like the thing to do. I was floating on the wind, but the man and the nagual woman both disappeared, along with the wind, causing me to face plant on the ground… ow…

Angry Again
When I fell asleep this night I wasn't really in any better shape than a couple nights ago when I had been so upset, and I was, once again quite unstable. Somehow that had not interfered with the previous dream, for which I was glad, but I still had to get rid of it. So this dream turned out to be much the same as the dream from the night of the 13th, which I titled "Beware the Rage," in which I decimated an entire Templar base. The main difference for this dream was that I managed to enter the base more stealthily, and was able to make my way through the base much farther before getting caught. I managed to get into some highly classified areas by consuming and taking the place of select Templars, which I found to be quite interesting, I liked the fact I was somewhere they definitely didn't want me to be and they didn't have a clue about it. So I set off another Immortal Fire after they became aware of my presence. There were two key differences after the blast cleared, one was when I checked my energy I was not surprised to see a trace of Walms' energy still hanging around, and the other was that there was no one watching me this time. Maybe it was just a coincidence that someone had noticed the explosion and had come to check it out…

Cats, Cats, Cats
I was driving on a road I recognized, I was on my way home from school, but it wasn't the route I take IWL. It felt like the normal route in the dream, though. I saw a car pull over to the side of the road briefly, just long enough to toss a bag out and then they drove off. I was going to ignore that, but the bag was wiggling… which caught my attention. I pulled over and carefully approached the bag, I had no idea what might be in it, but then I heard it meow… I quickly went over to the bag, and I opened it, it was a plastic trash bag and I was worried that the cat in there would suffocate. I was wishing I had gotten the license plate number of the assholes who had tossed this poor kitty… I got the bag open, and a kitty came out… but not just one, there were so many kitties… more kitties than should have fit in the bag, and the cats just kept coming. My first thought was I couldn't leave any of the cats out there, but how would I fit them all in my car to take them home?!

Do I Look Like a Mom to You?
In this piece I was back in the area of my inner world with the girl I had brought back, I was thinking I really need a name for her rather than calling her 'the girl' all the time, so I finally found out her name… Her name is Dela. I was still in no shape to show her how to control dark energy, for some reason I keep ending up being in no condition to do that. She said I wasn't being a very good mother, I told her I am definitely not mother material. She said sure I am, all I have to do is try for a bit. But whether I like it or not, I was now her mother… how had I gotten myself into this mess? She still seemed to be intent on manipulating me, even though I had told her it wouldn't work, even though everything she had tried so far had all been epic fails, but we ended up doing a couple things that were fun, we went to a theme park and had quite a bit of fun there. Even though she has a bunch of unstable dark energy in her, it seems she is still a child in that she likes to have fun.

0514 I;m in a car in the early morning. I'm going somewhere with mu sister. The mall? I'm learning how to disable cell phones. My phone I trying. It says completed task. I am curious. I don't remember setting a task. Phone crashes. No backlight. I feel paranoid.

0703 I am a hotshot artist or something. I work at a blue that deals with Xbox games. One client is very nervous about tthem gave aid don't agree with our consulting. One guy keeps taking my picture, like for a magazine. He wants to catch me unaware. I am just sleepy and he bothers me.

0852 Handing out with Garrett at some nerdy convention. He built an RC car. We go listen to some talks about RC cars. Garrett has a question but doesn't get a good answer about mud on the tires. Then play some live ction game base on WOW. I am so not interested. Then talking to Ben and Dave about eathng lunch and they rather stage something? I thought it was my father. Then my father drives us ... at a cabin?

0937 At Denny's with Lance. We order. ... in the office after ... might are glue about sorting algorithms.

1021 Live in front of a lake. Next door, they have a dock but it's being torn out as they are selling the house and moving out. Talk to sister about it. Then I am in the kitchen with Hugh. I'm slicing peaches. Something about using roasted eggs as a substitute for meat. I lool at the time. It's 1:42 pm. Is it really that late?

1130 ... with Hugh at a farmer's market. We are looking for something specific but keep fogetting what. Stop for lunch in a dark resaurant with a limited bar and advertises the freshness of their chicken.

Note: The rest of this night was extremely fragmented, I'm afraid this was the best I could get from it.

Golden Healing
I was in the healing area of the biodome, or it could have been the healing glen, but if it was the healing glen I didn't see the Crystal Golem anywhere around. I was feeling a bit drained after my recent expenditure of dark energy, so I was a bit disoriented, but I was mostly lucid. I recognized the people there with me, I saw Basara closest to me, I also saw MoSh was there, but I couldn't think why they would be there… I had won against the Templars with no difficulty, had something happened that I needed healing? Well, even though I couldn't think clearly enough to remember why I needed healing, we all did healing spells… I was lucid enough to focus on my own healing spell… and the area filled up with a very relaxing golden energy, which caused me to fall asleep in the dream.

I Have a Kid Now?
In this one I was in the area of my inner world where the little girl I brought back has been staying, it is the little girl that everyone had accused of being a demon, but in fact she just was a hybrid energy user, meaning she has access to both dark and light energies, but she doesn't know how to control the dark energy… to keep it stable. That was resulting in anyone who threatened the girl or upset her in any way meeting with some rather gruesome ends, but the main reason for that was the girl didn't know control. So I was in the area with her, she was in a nice house and met me at the door. The first thing she did was to start complaining about how it is not right for me to have left her alone for so long, and these mindless drones don't count as companionship… apparently she had easily identified the DC's for what they are. So she was trying to use various things to manipulate me, to get me to do what she wanted me to do, but that wasn't going to work since I already know what is going on with her. What I needed to do was try to show her some stable dark energy, but I was feeling too drained of dark energy to do that right now, so instead I spent the time trying to get to know more about her and she spent the time trying to find ways to manipulate me, both of us met up with epic fail.

Flying Lessons
I was in my house with my mother, and we went out onto the back porch to enjoy the weather, which was very pleasant this time of year in the desert. There was a wind blowing, and it seemed to be getting stronger, but that didn't bother me at all. Somehow I was spontaneously lucid in this one, so I already knew I could fly, though the idea seemed to upset my mother quite a bit. I told her it was a dream, she could fly too if she would just try, but she seemed hesitant to try it. I finally took her hand and pulled her up into the air as if she was weightless, which she is definitely not, but now we were both flying over the desert, over cactus, over homes… it was a really good view from up there. My mother seemed to want to go in a specific direction, but it turned out she was just trying to get to the local gym, apparently she wanted me to get exercise. I told her there was no need for that in a dream, but we went inside the gym anyway. There were many exercise stations, but the machines were missing from most of them, so there wasn't really much exercise to be done there. That didn't bother me at all, I just wanted to fly some more.

Hello. Last night I had a dream about mixing drinks. AND they were so good lol.

Hours of sleep: 8h
Vividness: 5/5 (they drinks tasted so awesome)
Recall: 3/5
Lucidity scale: 1/5 (But I don't count it)

I'm at some kind of party. There are a lot of people around, there are also a few friends of mine. First I was drinking a Guinness After some time, someone who looked like a teacher, told us, we had to built up groups. He gave us a paper, where the tasks were written down. I managed to get in a group of my friends. We had to choose one of the tasks. I don't remember exactly what we had to do, but it was like that:

1. Pay 50€ and you will get everything you want to drink!
2. Pay 25 € and you will get a bottle of your choice!
3. ...

There were at least 7 such "tasks". I don't know what task we choose, but we ended up sitting around a table with a lot of bottles. I had some kind of drink. It was sweet and didn't have any kind of bad alcohol taste. It was brownish. My friend told me that it was whisky mixed with something else. I know how whisky taste and I cannot stand it at all. But this drink was so awesome.
Another friend shows up with a bottle of some kind of Irish liquor, something I've never saw in life. I tast it and it was even more awesome. It tasted like the drink before, but was a bit more spicy, but still didn't have some bad after taste. I mixed it with my previous drink.
The surroundings get more and more brighter, and I see that I'm on a terrace. I ask myself how I got there, I didn't know who was the driver. I tried to remember but it was hard, because I had the feeling of being drunk. (Side note: The feeling of being drunk is in the dream much more intense than in real life) I remember that a friend of mine is the driver, but he already has drank too much to drive safely home. I wanted to remind my friend that he should stop drinking. But I couldn't. I realize somehow that this might be a dream. But I just keep on drinking my drink. I don't know any more what happened after.lol

The end. I wanted to remind you folks that too much alcohol isn't good at all. So don't drink too much.
But I definitely recommend to mix in your dreams some kind of drink or cocktail. 4 times of 5, they taste really awesome, that's what I experienced

KEEP IT UP!

16.10.2010

Tales From a Survivor (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The undead are everywhere in this hell-forsaken, urban town. Myself, and three other survivors have managed to snag ourselves an old red Cadillac and are on our way to wherever we can find refuge. Of course, there's only one problem: the car is a stick, and none of us know how to work the damn thing. I volunteer to drive, since I understand the basic concept, and manage to get us moving after some work with the clutch. Unfortunately, I have no feel for shifting gears so every mistimed swerve around the frequent masses of rotting, staggering, corpses dotting our path slows us down considerably. And when you're surrounded by these monsters, the last thing you want to do is slow down.

______________

The four of us are in a dank sewer system, with another group of survivors, but the green, waist-deep, muk surrounding us is the least of our problems. Cornered, without a clearly defined means of escape, there's a school of zombie piranhas hot on our tail. It's like something out of a dream.

“This is your dream, after all. . .”

Says the small girl at my side as I become wholly aware of my situation. This is a dream all right, but I still want to get the hell out of here. Running out from under the large, boat-sized pipe above us, I jump up and pull down on the huge, mildew-covered cart that looks like it belongs on an ancient, over-sized amusement park ride. Motioning for everyone to climb their way out, I begin the journey myself. Halfway up, the cart buckles under our weight, sending me crashing down to the lower seats.

Great. Now I'm going to be savagely ripped apart and devoured by a bunch of undead fish!

It isn't pleasant.

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“What are you doing?”

“Making macaroni pictures for the dead.”

“Right,” I state, ignoring the clearly-oblivious, craft-obsessed people in the room. The whole scene is quite absurd really. Sure, this might be the last haven on Earth, but is this really the best my mind can up with after that whole tunnel fiasco? The computers in the corner of this modern, windowed atrium-turned-art-room catch my eye. Once there, I find a worn, yellowed note tucked under one of the keyboards.

“Arts and Crafts
1600 hours
We'll be there.”

Clearly, this is an extraction notice, meaning this area isn't going to be safe for much longer. I guess this explains the whole arts and crafts thing, then. I toss the note aside, and approach the tall double doors at the front of the room.

That's when the nightmare begins.

A demented, ethereal voice hisses through the room as the florescent lights around me dim and flicker menacingly. The voice continues its bone chilling speech, piercing not only my ears, but my mind. They're here.

Stepping away from the door, I locate my group, who're already moving back into the building, away from this madness. As I run to catch up, the tall glass window to my right shatters suddenly, and the stuff of nightmares, the source of the voice, falls through, blocking my path. It's all skin and sinew, with matted black hair on its misplaced, feminine head. Its arms and legs, if you can even call them that, are unnaturally long and bent at disturbing angles. To my relief, it doesn't seem to notice me, and moves sickeningly away, towards the screaming, as more glass shatters around the room, spilling forth the beast's tentacle-mouthed minions. I walk past it, but make the mistake of giving it one last glance.

Before I know it, it's on top of me, trying to splay my body into bits. Sighing internally, I grab the snarling head, and twist its neck, hard, fast. I'm met with resistance, but it's not enough to save the wretch.

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Turns out the escort was real, and here we are now, riding a Scorpion Tank through a literal sea of undead. I'm designated driver, once again, and sure enough: Tank. Beats. Everything. For fun, I blast holes in the ocean of bodies, sending bits of flesh flying into the cold, red, night air. The zombies fill out their ranks faster than I can take them out, but it doesn't matter to me. I'm driving a fucking tank during the zombie apocalypse for crying out loud. It doesn't get much better than that.

#967:
Date: (Approx.) October 10th, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

It's another zombie apocalypse. I begin the dream in a large, fortified bus with a bunch of people from my family. We drive down a bunch of roads until we finally reach a coastline. We roll down the beach until we reach a sort of military encampment which is apparently one of the few human settlements remaining. There are many white tents, and as we drive into the camp, people are impressed that we've survived on our own for this long.

We don't stay for more than a few moments though, I think because we realize that whoever is running this camp has some kind of sinister motives. In particular, we notice a sort of symbol on the side of buildings and vehicles that looks like "^^^^", and it makes us very suspicious. We end up in a sort of city, and we stop at what used to be a restaurant, looking for food to scavenge. My recall is a bit blurry at this point. I think we find some guns inside the restaurant, and then someone appears at the door. At first we think it's a zombie, and immediately take aim with our rifles. It turns it's a human though, and we all end up sitting at a table and talking.

Big jump here, I somehow end up in a kind of massive factory, and I am being taken to an audience with the factory's owners (I think the guy from the restaurant told me to go here). After taking an elevator, I enter a large, Japanese-style room, and stand in the middle of the large carpet that spans the room. After a few moments, I am surrounded with a bunch of vaguely human-like cats, who are apparently incredibly wise and think I'm some sort of chosen one. I try to talk with them and explain that I'm nothing special, but they speak a language I don't understand.

For a while I'm really confused, as the cats are all saying many things and I have no idea what is really going on. Eventually, I try to just relax, and I think I slowly start to understand what they are saying, despite not knowing their language. They begin some sort of chanting, and I start floating in the air. I just try to roll with it and wait. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of what happened after that.


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 8th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

It's night-time, in some sort of suburban neighborhood. Apparently, I'm "in" a sort of horror movie, and I sort of know it, so while everything feels real, I also have some notion that it isn't, if that makes any sense. Anyways, I'm outside with a group of 4 people, one of whom is Mel Gibson. Armed with a few guns, we're on the hunt for some kind of mysterious animal who has been wreaking havoc (maybe killing people?) in the neighborhood.

After walking around for a while, we spot a dark figure, which we assume is the animal. I think it runs away before we can kill it, and I think to myself that it doesn't look that dangerous. We decide to split up. I end up exploring some sort of log cabin with another person, and it's suddenly morning. The guy with me uses his walkie talkie to contact the others, but eerily, there's no response at all. Everything is suddenly very quiet and tense. There is a knock at the door right in front of us. I feel like something horrific is about to happen, so I get behind the door and try to block my vision, as if trying to ignore the movie I'm in. The guy opens the door, and there is nothing there but books on the floor. If I recall correctly, the books belonged to a little girl who had been killed by the animal, and for some reason it was quite scary that they were suddenly here (who brought them there?).


#968:
Date: (Approx.) October 15th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I'm walking around on campus, and I see a girl I haven't seen in years. I follow her, and see her go into a sort of deli I have never been to before. After a few moments I decide to go inside, but go in through the wrong door and end up in a kind of bathroom. There's a bucket with some food in there, so for a moment I wonder if this is the actual deli, but eventually conclude that it isn't. I go in through another door and find myself in a kitchen area, where an employee tells me this isn't the right place to get food. I go back outside and in through another door, which is the right one this time. I ended up admiring some of the delicious things for sale.


A fragment from last night: I was in an elevator with some guy, and suddenly it started shaking fairly violently. It barely reached the floor we were going to, and when it did, the doors opened but the elevator started moving again. We scrambled to get out of the elevator, and did, just in time, before it dropped free-fall to the bottom of the shaft.


Finally, a kind of funny and technically lucid dream from the other day. I woke up in the morning, having overslept already, but fell asleep again. When I did though, I ended up in a dream of getting out of bed, only to see my roommate hiding in a corner getting ready to jump out to scare me or something. I knew my roommate wasn't here IRL though, so I yelled out "NO!!', mad at myself for falling asleep again. I woke myself up and get out of bed, for real this time.

In one dream, a few days ago, I was some random female DC. I had been raped. The man then stuck fishing hooks into my arms and legs. He strung me up, then sat on me like a chair. Then I was attached to a "zip line" and he rode me to the bottom of a hill. I asked him to please stop. That it hurt. He went somewhere (?) and I removed the hooks from my arms, but when I tried removing the ones in my legs I couldn't. The barbs were too large and I was still attached to a line.
I don't recall what happened after that.

In another dream, a few days back, I dreamed of walking through my hubby's house, looking at his art glass. I was trying to teach someone (?) the different types and styles. One of his modern pieces was broken as well as one of his older vases. It saddened me.

Other than those, my dreams have been typical: large houses, zombie apocalypse, airports, flying, drowning, driving out of control, yadda yadda yadda.

Hey there! This is my first Dream Journal, so bare with me. I'm practically new to dreaming entirely.

For my entire life I suppressed dreams, thinking of them as just a little side attraction in my grand life. I felt it was better to simply go to sleep and wake up and get things done. That is, until about a week ago, a good friend of mine (You know her as the lovely Queen Zukin) introduced me to the world of dreaming. Since then, I've actually slept better and had quite a bit of fun!

So without further adieu, I give you; one of my first dreams!

I started out in a giant gym for P.E. class. We got to play a game, which is speedball (It's a game where you have two teams, the two teams split into two as well, half goalies and half out on the court. The two teams then attempt to score on each other by picking up a ball and throwing it or kicking it into the other teams wall). Me and a bunch of my football friends were there, and even some of the cheer leaders . We started out having a lot of fun, but soon it got extremely competative and violent. One of the cheerleaders ended up getting angry at me for blocking her and tried to get in my face (It didn't work very well as she was about 4'9) She ended up jumping on my back (Reminds me of Yoda in star wars, if you know that ) I thought she was still on my back as the game ended, but when I grabbed what was on my back, the only thing on my back was a sports bag. I went looking for her to try to at least give her the bag back, and apologize while I was at it. But the sad thing was, I couldn't remember the girls name, so when I found the cheerleader gym, where they were supposed to be changing (Sadly, they were NOT changing, instead they were building a giant pyramid), I couldn't tell them who to give the bag to, so I just tossed it to one of them.

★★★☆☆

Work's still trying to kill me, but I think it's time to start posting in my DJ again. I've been writing in my paper DJ every day, but it's just not the same.

So here's the only lucid I've had in the last couple weeks.

10/06/10



I'm looking down at the ledge of a window, standing on top of a platform. I stick my head through the window and look down at the ground. I want to keep moving, running, going somewhere, I don't know. I should really stop and stabilize. The scene is staticky, overlaid with a red filter.

I breathe, take a moment to watch the world around me. The moment ends, and I jump -

We're running. Non-human figures, all of us, made of light, each an almost pure, bright colour. One is bright red, an orange glow streaking out from the center, like fire. Another is white with gold rays, woven through with colourless threads. Another gives me the impression of a stormy sky and the smell of ozone. I have no sense of myself, but I don't have a body. I just am, and I'm interacting with the others - we take the shape of wolves and run across the sky of the prairie below.

Mzzkc and I communicate.

We're dream-sharing, says one of us. Do you want to try a password, see if both of us remember it?

Q and K, says the other. That's the password.

Hard to remember, says the first. How about 'quark'?

I try to wake myself up so I'll remember it, but I go spinning into a dream I won't remember.

Scare Factor: 2/10

Note: When I fell asleep tonight, I was feeling like shit… that tends to happen when I keep having it shoved into my face that people I thought were friends really place absolutely no value on me at all… so I was pissed off and depressed at the same time, which was making my dark energy go quite unstable, and I had to get rid of that issue… so my WILD was used on getting rid of that unstable dark energy on the most readily available target, the Templars.

I was in a long hallway, and I was lucid, and I also had a good idea of where I was. I was right where I had intended to be, which was in one of the many hidden templar bases on the astral and dream planes. I wasn't feeling any better now than I had been when I had fallen asleep, my energy was no more stable than then… and yet I didn't really feel like I was in danger of losing control. I knew where I was, I knew who I wanted to direct my unstable energy at, and I had no urge to direct it anywhere else or at anyone else. I wasn't even feeling like I would rather be directing it at the people who had caused me to go unstable in the first place. While it seemed to me that the instability of my dark energy was a bad sign, it also seemed to me that the fact I felt in control of how I released it was a good thing, a sign of progress…

So now I walked down the hallway, I was still feeling angry and unstable and a bunch of other things, but it wouldn't be long before I found a target… and there was a target on their way to meet me now! I saw a Templar walking down the hallway towards me, he didn't look like one of the soldiers, he was dressed in white clothing with the red Templar symbol on it. He looked up and saw me there in the hall, and he looked quite surprised to see me. He walked quickly up to me and asked me who I was, he demanded to know what I was doing there. I decided I would act even crazier than I felt, I thought his reaction might be amusing, so I grabbed the surprised Templar by the collar and demanded to know why he was wanting to write me off like some piece of shit… he looked at me with a very confused look, said he had absolutely no idea what I was talking about, so I got mad at him for pretending he didn't even know who I was. I said he knew exactly who I am, and he had better show some respect, because I am worth over twenty of him, the worthless sack of pathetic shit that he is… He told me he didn't care who I was, and I had better get out of the restricted area before I found myself confined to a nightmare where a vulture was perpetually pecking… I said I didn't need a nightmare, looking at his face was a nightmare, of course that must make it a horrible nightmare to have to look at that face every time he passes a mirror. He was mad now, and upset, and a few other things that made him look very comical, he went to the wall and pulled a lever that activated an alarm. I had seen him going for it, and allowed it, because I wanted a bunch of Templars to kill.

I didn't have long to wait, I could hear the approaching Templars, I decided to go with my Alex Mercer archetype, sometimes that can be very amusing, so before they could arrive I grabbed the Templar who had pulled the alarm and consumed him, taking his energy and his form. Shortly after a group of Templars came from both directions, surrounding me in the hall, but of course they didn't recognize that I wasn't one of them. They all began looking around in a confused manner, asking me where the intruder had gone, what was with the alarm, and a bunch of other questions they weren't giving me a chance to answer. I decided to continue picking off Templars for as long as I could get away with it, by getting behind them and using the stealth consume that I have seen Alex Mercer doing on the game. I managed to consume five Templars before I got sloppy and let one of them see me. Oh, well, I was getting tired of the covert thing anyway, so now I formed my right arm into Alex Mercer's arm sword, and started cutting through Templars with it. My Witchblade armor blocked their attacks from getting through. Of course everything that was going on got the attention of still more Templars, who were coming and attacking from both directions in the hall.

As I was slicing through Templars, I was making my way slowly through the base until I found myself in a large intersection that looked like one of the central parts of the base, or at least that's how it felt. I thought this was a good place to make the final release of all the unstable energy I had left inside me. I decided to ditch the Alex Mercer archetype, so I focused every bit of unstable dark energy I had right now into one spell, and released an Immortal Fire of epic proportions, and there was a blast of dark flames extending outward from me in all directions, a huge explosion. After the blast was finally over, and the dust finally settled, there was no sign of the base any longer, in fact I was standing in a large crater where the Templar base had been just a short time ago… And I felt drained, like so much of my energy had just up and left me, but at the same time I felt a lot more stable. I did a scan on myself, examining the dark energy inside me to see what was there, it was all stable, and it was all of my own frequency… excellent… except for a tiny part… wtf? I examined the part that was not my own frequency… had someone infected me with something? Is that why I had gone unstable? I examined it closer, I was focused on that, and I finally recognized the frequency… it was Walms' What was that doing there?! Well, it didn't seem to be harming anything… I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, I looked over there to see who was watching, but in that instant whoever it was disappeared. I didn't get a chance to see. Who the fuck was that?! I was trying to figure that out when I woke…