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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.

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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…

I was on vacation. It was night time, and I was walking along the shore of a beach. I was looking for seashells, but it was hard to see. Someone was walking alongside the beach with me, and they fell into the sand and we discovered a cave beneath the shore. There was someone living in it.

It was the next day, or the next dream, and I was outside the hotel. Behind the hotel there was a clear river with a very fast current. It was very shallow, but because the current was so fast, it was hard to maintain grasp without falling over. People had put patio chairs in the river and were having breakfast.

About 20 feet from the beginning of the river / backside of hotel was an extremely steep drop off to a waterfall. Many youngsters were sliding off from the current and falling from the waterfall, but it was all in fun and no one was getting hurt. I wanted to try. I slid up to the edge of the waterfall and looked down. Holy Shit. The drop off was a good mile or so.

"Stop staring and just slide down! And try not to bring the damn chairs with you!" A man yelled. I looked over, and a chair was sliding down the current with me, about to fall into the waterfall.

I let go of my grip, and the current took me away. Because the current was strong in the beginning, it sort of propelled me from the waterfall.

^ Crude Paint drawing. My path of fallingness is in red.

Before I fell back into the path of the falling water, the free falling sensation was amazing. Once my path aligned with the path of the waterfall, I could no longer breathe. Water was falling in on me from all directions, leaving no room for air. The drop was about 20 seconds, and I hit the misty water like a rock. It hurt. Really bad. Not for kids. Seriously.

Later that day, I was in my 6th hour. We had a substitute, and I was telling him about how I jumped from a really high waterfall. I told him that the fall was around 20 seconds (When I woke up, I used that to calculate the height of the waterfall. It turned out to be around 1.21 miles high, about twice as high as Angel Falls - the highest waterfall on Earth. My estimate seems about right as the clouds were only about 100-200 feet above me in the dream).

My waterfall would be about twice the height of that

The substitute teacher immediately looked interested in what I was telling him. He told me that the waterfall I jumped off of was Mayayuka (or something, it started with an M). He gave me a book about 'realization' and told me to read it.

I sat down, and on the first page it said something like, "One must achieve awareness by doing things that they fear, by taking chances, and overcoming obstacles. Go back to the waterfall, and truly face your fears."

I told Shay that I was going to jump off of a waterfall. I asked if he wanted to come with me. He responded with a "Hell no."

I ran back to the waterfall. The top of the cliff had changed a little, so that there was no longer a hotel but just a dirt path. Two girls I know were at the path talking.

"You're going to jump off of that?" She asked, pointing to the waterfall that was rushing beside us.

"Yes. I am."

The two girls moved out of my way and I stood at the top of the waterfall, looking down. Oh god, this thing got taller. Waaaaaaaay beneath me were little pine trees and a calm turquoise lake. Even though the waterfall was over a mile high, misty water seemed to still float up to the top where I was standing. I could practically see around the world from here. I was only about 100 feet below the base of the clouds.

I decided to take a running jump. I didn't want to look down while I jumped. I was afraid of heights. I closed my eyes, and ran towards the end of the cliff and into the waterfall.

And, for a moment, I was free falling in the air without the pressure of the waterfall above me. It only lasted for a quick moment before I fell into the waterfall's path again and water slapped and shook my body as I continued to fall down for about 20 seconds. I hit the water again, it hurt of course, and went underwater many feet until I gradually swam to the surface.

Hmm it's been a while since I've been here. Been busy like hell and finally have a break. Also have had numerous LDs in the past week or two, which is quite surprising to me. Surely under all the stress and sleep deprivation I wouldn't be able to get much. But heck, that's a good, thing, n'est pas?

Hopefully I will be able to find time to record more. If I'm getting this many LDs without even trying, imagine what I could do if I be a good girl and record

I had a 5 night in a row streak last week or so, and one last night, so I'll try to remember as many as I can:

Started off lucid in some random room. Seemed like school. I couldn't think of anything to do, so I started running away to find something else to do. The dream faded.

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At first I really had to go to the bathroom. I was in the middle of a mall with 4 hallways. I think I was with some people. Somehow I realized that I was dreaming. I ran around and tried to use magic. I started shooting random purple and red magic bolt things (getting better at this ). Can't remember much else.

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I was at school or something. AN was there. He picked me up and carried me around. I was laughing about something. I wasn't sure if I liked him carrying me or not. I tried to get away but the dream faded.

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Was very briefly lucid last night, though it was so short that I didn't get anything accomplished.

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I was in some room, seemed sort of like a restaurant. I saw some guy and randomly went up to him, hugged him from behind, and kissed him. Can't remember anything else.

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I was going on some countryside hike or something with my grandmother. It was bright and sunny out.

I remember eventually being led into some dark forest or something, and I was with people looking for something.

Eventually I ended up in some random room with a bunch of people. There was some guy sitting beside me. His cheek looked soft and smooth; I wanted to kiss it and see what it felt like. Then I decided not to, because there was people all around me, and I didn't even know this person. Then the dream ended.

Perception off

For some reason I was perceiving my inner world wrong. My house was a trailer and it was all Dirty and Asuka was a really old man. I coulda swore her cookies were shit chips instead of chocolate Chips... Thankfully I never ate any.

Omens
private entry.
Perception Still off

I was still disoriented by how my perception was off. I wandered into a Diner during the year 1932. I was looking at a menu and saw some words that were out of place. something about porn advertisements. I saw an image in my head of 1930's women wearing the style of clothes of the era, and their clothes were only Semi revealing. I chuckle when I realize that this was their "porn" of the era. It still turns me on, because I reach into my pants and notice i have a hard on.

I look to my left and see kaomea's feet sitting on top of the stairs, her head is blocked off by the top of the door leading to the bottom step. She shoots me a note. it reads. "If you're going to wank in public at least do it to a picture of me." But because my perception is still off, and I'm seeing pretty women as old men, her "dirty picture" is of an old man spreading his cheeks...

Asuka Returns.

Me, Raven and Nomad chase manuel's Death Defier toa dreamscape that was the hill from the night before. Seeing that she's outnumbered and that we are organized, she gives up Asuka and they De-merge. This is a VERY GOOD move on their part. I tell them that now my inner world is sealed from them entering. and From now on, they are going to have to EARN my trust.

Manuel appears and his eyes are black and white swirling portals. I see a large image of his energy body behind him. He speaks simultaneously to all three of us and then he blows a tornado at us.

Mising Time

The Fight.

I am battling Kaomea hand to hand. We are basically punching and blocking but at super speed. I begin my Hyryu Sheten Ha. I begin backing up, she asses me and then comes at fuller force, almost in a rage. I begin backing into a spiral. Everytime I back up she gets more aggressive and mad, and it's getting me harder to feign off her attacks. however this only speeds up the spiral. I can hear her thinking, "Is he stupid? he's doing exactly what i told him NOT to do, he didn't listen to me,,, gah this makes me mad" at the middle point of the spiral I have captured enough of her aggressive energy and form it into a beam of fire and plazma. I almost hesitate because i don't want to hurt her, but then i realize she must learn this lesson, so it's nothing personal. i throw it at her and she's now all crispy like a piece of toast.

I go up to her and say, "your agressiveness is strong and powerfull, but because you can't control it and don't know how to use it properly it can be used against you. I lured you into a false sense of security and you underestimated me because of that. This was your first lesson."

Train

Me, Kamea, and the other NW are on a train that's heading to my place. We are all writing omething on paper and when we are done writing it, we all look at eachother and smile in agreement on something.

Moving my inner world

It's not safe so we are moving my inner world location to different dream locations every few days. I am packing up the latest small inner world house along with the kids and Asuka. I find a guitar and begin packing it up, then I realize it's the guitar hero guitar... damnit I hate that!

I also remember talking to gonzo earlier, who was around and helping us pack. But later I look out the window and see that his vehicle is gone... i look in a box and realize that my LCD computer monitor is missing. "That asshole." I think, "why would he steal a computer monitor?" then I realize he also stole a Maison Ikkoku DVD. I double check and see that I still have my laptop. I now know what he was after... and he didn't get it. The old man dreams were omens warning me of his arrival. good thing he failed... he didn't even deny it which makes it ROFLEPIC. and I have proofs too:

http://sorcery.yuku.com/reply/27095/...ml#reply-27095

*sighs* and see how he tries to discredit me AFTER. It's a shame. i'm going to have to make an example of him...

I remember a lot of this dream. It was completely non-lucid, but it was pretty vivid especially in the part with the wooden horses and in the room at the end, which had a view of the island. This is the first dream I've remembered in such detail since my first lucid dream that I had two days ago

My memory starts with me being some sort of pirate (or maybe a treasure hunter, but either way, what I was is insignificant). There may have been quite a bit of dream before this, but I don't remember any of it other than a vague image of me riding on a horse in third person. Anyways, heres where it starts. I had a ruby colored gem. It seemed to have value. There was a statue of some sort that seemed to be me, or to represent me, but it wasn't me. The statue was on a ship (A typical ship off of any PotC movie), and it was holding the gem. Somehow it was decided by someone other than myself that there would be a contest. The gem would be fired a distance away, and the one who retrieved it would get a prize of 1000 something, maybe dollars, but probably some other unit. There may have been no unit at all. Three people – me and two others, all on horses – were the ones to retrieve it. Something similar to a ballista shot was fired, with the gem on the end of it, from the statue onto land several miles away onto the island.

We rode off towards the place that the arrow had landed, which was a fortress looking thing surrounded by a large number of trees. All of this dream was at night, yet it was well lit. The dream sort of skipped to were it landed (or maybe I forgot?). There was something like a storm drain on a flat section of inside the large fortress building. It wasn't a road or a sidewalk, but I know it wasn't a floor like inside a house. The large ballista shot had become about the size of an arrow, still with the hexagonal gem attached to the end of it. It fell into the the very large storm drain-like hole (which was big enough to get into). At first I thought that the gem was lost into a bottomless pit. I looked and it delicately rested on these strange wooden horses that were all in at rows (at least two rows, possibly more), which I could for the most part only see the faces of. I precariously lowered my legs down, not wanting to jump without carefully planning it (lest I fall and hit my nuts on the horses). I can't remember whether I caused it or whether it simply happened, but the horses shifted a bit and the arrow fell still deeper into the very dark hole. I was disappointed because I could not get the gem without jumping in, and I couldn't jump in. By this point I had forgotten about the other two riders, it had simply turned into a race to get the gem. Now my sister, maybe becoming one of the riders, but not riding a horse at all, had retrieved the gem using a string with a stick tied to the end of it (or vice versa, I can't remember), and gum on the end of that to get the gem to stick to the gum and then pull it out. I was annoyed by this even in the dream because it didn't seem possible; the gem, having about a rock's weight and being about 2x1x1 inches, would not have stuck to the gum without something to push the gum hard against it (which would not have been possible with the string), in which case it still probably would have fallen off (I guess I should have RC'ed here since it didn't make any sense). My sister (who was nothing like my sister but simply represented her) gave me and someone else, I'm guessing the other rider, some candy: very good tasting jellybeans and some other type of candy, possibly smarties. These seemed to give me something to be happy about even though I had lost the competition and the gem. I went to an upper room that looked similar to a room on a level on the game Star Wars Battlefront on the level Yavin 4 Arena, yet with stairs in the back of the room and no side pathway out. I wake up right after this if I remember correctly.

Thursday:

Dream 1: Religious?
I decided to reread a series of books that was very popular in the dream. They looked like a mix between the Series of Unfortunate Events books and the Chronicles of Narnia books. I was reading them near a pool in the middle of nowhere in California. There were mountains and it looked like the kind of area you'd drive through on some kind of road trip within California. I was rereading the books so I could make a religion based off of them. I "read" the first of the seven (I never actually thought about the contents of the book I just remember telling someone I just finished the first book). Then I was looking for some type of white bird or something to fly overhead.

Dream 2: Hairstyles
I was in a small white room. My friend Maxx decided to french braid my hair. He was braiding it when my english teacher Nathan walked in. He said that when he french braids hair he likes to "earl" it sometimes. (I do not think there is such a thing, but in the dream it was taking a piece of hair and just wrapping it around in the middle of the braid and then continuing).

Dream 3: Ann
I was at some kind of pool party. This english teacher that some of my friends have and hate was there just walking around. I was standing with two boys in my math/chem classes Jake and Ian. Jake was telling Ian that if he looked up from his house he'd see Ann M___ (I'm not giving her full name, she's a boy in our grade's mom) because she was going to be at a Grizzly Bear concert. (In the dream this had something to do with the fact that it was supposed to be at the Hollywood Bowl and Ian lives close to the Hollywood bowl). They started laughing.

Dream 4: Tumblr for Homework Help
I was on tumblr and a girl in the grade below me named Maddie (who doesn't have a tumblr in real life) was asking how to do something in biology on her tumblr. I started responding to her even though I've never taken biology.

Friday:

Dream 1: Stuck
This one's a little foggy. I was stuck in some kind of pod thing that kept going underwater (in this pond) and then being flung into the air or something. Either I had to be in it or one of my friends so we were trading off. That is all I remember, but it was one of those dreams where it is pretty boring, pointless and annoying and it seemed to go on forever.

Saturday:

Dream 1: Paper Dresses
The whole school had some assignment to make dresses out of paper. They were due the next day. I asked where we would get the dress forms and they said they would order them tomorrow. (obviously that makes no sense because they were due that day) The assignment was to make one on a water bottle (a tiny dress) and one that was life size. I just remember that the school looked different and that my friend Siena finished hers early and was standing on the other side of the street. I also remember having to go into the P.E. office to get something.

Finally, a note. The dream I had before about project runway being inspired by top chef that ended up being slightly precognitive is eerily similar to something else. The challenge in this week's episode of Top Chef was to make a chocolate DRESS. It was Top Chef inspired by Project Runway!

Created a base with my gloves, they have the power to edit the environment.

put up a single snowball turret

Defended base from some kind of pig-things that walked on two legs, Dream characters. I opened the radial menu of my gloves, and select delete after I realize it will take forever to kill them normally, and they just disappeared.

Created several rooms inside the base, the one that I remember best is the game room.

woke up, still tired, fell asleep

fragmented memory of exploring a black and white chess floor hallway thing, I made a mental note of some sort of cave thing that went downward, and passed it. Found some stairs and some old guys voice is taunting me or something as I go up them. I either woke up, or the recall is gone.

Then later, possible dream re-entry point

I am in my base, My gloves, when I hold them up to the screen, show a yellow image of my hand, I held them both up, and it triggered a surreal experience, I was sucked into the monitor, everything turned black and white. I was told, Do not go to the ceiling, or you will be lost to the chaos. I looked up and there was just static for ceiling. I noticed that If I raise up my hands, I float upward. I turn a corner, and the wall in front of me is a giant mouth, It is telling me something, I can't remember now, something about the plane I have accessed, I think it might be a portal, so I try walking into it while it's still talking, everything distorts, the mouth is as solid as a wall, so I turn around, and start walking away. I accidentally raise my hands up for some reason, and float to the top. everything goes black and chaos-like, and I hear something along the lines of "I told you" or "You have been assimilated. then I woke up.

after I woke up, thought about my base, and thought about how awesome it would be to bring my friend to it, I fell back asleep, I think I Wild'ed, because I was lucid after this.

My base is in the middle of a giant complex, possibly a Labyrinth. I am in the game room of my base. I look around, one wall has 8 plasma screen televisions in a 2x4 grid, with a larger one on top of the grid in case looking at the television grid is too much for someone. I contact my friend, He said something about me having to go get him. I figured it wouldn't be such a big deal. (I did this next part automatically, so I'm just trying to make sense of the experience) I lifted my consciousness above the maze and looked for him, I noticed the underground caves that I saw in the previous dream and made a mental note of them. I saw my friend, and dropped my dream body in the same area as him. I asked if he wanted to see my base, and if he knew he was dreaming. he did, and he was, so I used the same process to set us both down in the game room. He said, "I've got to say, This is a really nice base!" he flopped on the couch and started playing the PS3. He said something about me not having a Wii, I replied that I have one in Waking life, so why would I need one in dreams? I asked him if he wanted to explore the caverns that I had spotted earlier, "Ehh..." he replied as he held up the ps3 controller. I figured playing was better than watching in a dream, so I picked up a controller and started playing with him.

We where playing some sort of 2D car game, pressing the left directional button would make your car inch forward, the faster you pressed it, the faster your car would inch forward. there was lots of really neat artwork in the game that made up for the lack of gameplay, I played for what seemed like 15-30 minutes before we got to a shop, I looked at the inventory, there where several items, but something told me to buy Phoenix feathers, but I woke up right as I tried to click "Buy."

Sigh... I'm not posting enough to make the lucids happen, but I still get a couple. Oddly, I got two in one night, so I figured I should reinforce that.

1. I'm just sort of walking through my house when I realize I'm dreaming. There was either no reality check or I've forgotten it. I enter my kitchen and try to do a couple of turn-summons for different things, but nothing seems to be working. In frustration I go and eat a banana; the authentic taste and feel at least affirms my lucidity. I remember flying through walls in my last lucid and try to do that, but I thud inelegantly against my front door when I try a running start. I just open the door instead and finally do get to fly. I notice two girls on my front lawn, but on closer inspection they seem to be versions of the same, Suzie N. I knew from high school. One is dressed in black, the other in white, and I figure "What the hell" as I swoop in for an aerial makeout. It lasts a few seconds before I fade out.

2. Recall is horrible, but I distinctly remember being lucid, once more in my own kitchen.