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Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I've been going on ebay and kijiji a lot over the past few days, mainly to set up accounts for selling my artwork.

All I can remember about this dream is that I was in front of some computer, and joined an art forum that had the same color scheme, except lighter blues, as Dreamviews. People would post their artwork in threads and ask people to rate them. I made a post in the newbie forum, and apparently I'd joined a few years back but didn't remember it. People said welcome back and stuff (even though my username was probably different). On the main page of the forum, there was a sidebar that said "site leaders", and there were three different icons of dragon heads; next to each image was one name.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream was pretty cool.

I was in the kitchen of my house, although it looked different. It had black granite countertops, light wooden countertops, and an island in the middle of the room, topped with the same black granite. There was a black modern stove in the middle of two pieces of counter, like most people have in their homes. I looked at the clock and was already more aware than normal. I became lucid as my gaze turned to the clock, and it read 5:8, aligned to the left. There was a space where the third number should have been.

I did my usual simultaneous "yes" and "woohoo", and turned around to face the door, twenty feet or so away, located in the entrance way. I really wanted it to be light outside, unlike previous lucids. This wasn't exactly a false awakening, but I was in my house, and every time I'd exit my house, it would end up being dark outside. However, the lighting in the house was very close to normal, so I was hoping that'd help in keeping the lighting equal. I walked towards the door and opened it, expecting it to be light outside. As the door turned, I became a bit excited because the whole neighborhood was light, as if it were daytime. I slowly walked out the door, expecting my mother to be on the other side, and she was. I ignored her because that was pretty much just a control test, and walked down the driveway and onto the two-lane road. My street's a crescent, so it's a T-shaped road; one large road turns over into a small loop, which was where my house was. There was cars slowly driving by on the road, but in the wrong direction. I recognized this and laughed.

I looked down the crescent and that was when I saw a shiny red truck, similar to an F-150, going down the street, onto the curb, and then onto the front yards, destroying grass.

"Stop!" I shouted to it.

The truck let out a hollow-sounding honk and kept going.

"Where's my control now?" I cursed, upset.

Then I saw a young girl, probably four or five years of age tops, playing with a yellow toy dumptruck in the yard. The truck was heading right towards it.

Should I save her, even if she wasn't real? I didn't want to waste my lucid time doing that. "Fine," I said, somewhat arguing with myself, and ran towards the truck. It began to drive over me when I pushed my hand into the bottom bumper and it shot up into the air, flipping a few times and then landing on its side. Its wheels were still turning as a generic man got out of the trunk... From the bottom of it (not visible because it was overturned and I was on the other side), not using the doors or windows.

I forgot all about the girl and continued to fling and punch out cars as they drove by. My control had returned; if it hadn't, I'd probably have gotten run over.

My dreams lately have come in fragments, without consistency, like my sleep. This one was on my couch in the midmorning after eating breakfast- with a bellyful of cereal. To note that I fell asleep watching 'Firecreek' a western with Henry Fonda and Jimmy Stewart.

I dreamed that I was living with two others and possibly a family or a gang of others working all together in my home, a small shotgun outside of New Orleans. The two others consist of frontiersman named Shane or Snak or Shack or something of the sort. Not sure of the spelling but I can still remember the ssound. The other is a woman, a bit overweight, your usual housewife type. I only remember two things happening.

I am making eggs with beef hash, one of my favorite things to cook when I just need something filling and hot. For some reason I am making the egg hash in a kettle rather than a frying pan like I always do. The housewife is standing behind me and is watching me cook. I turn my back and look to my kitchen table. When I turn toward it again I see that Shane, dressed all in cowboyness is pouring whiskey into my dish. I scream at him and declare that I am no longer cooking for the house but just for myself and request. There is a sense that I should not be screaming at the patriarch of the house, and people are growing uneasy. In a fury I try to salvage my dish and pour the boiling whiskey out, the woman tries it and it likes it alot. I turn and Shane is leaving my house. When I turn (yes I know alot of turning) again the woman is on top of me and I drag us to the hard wood floor of the kitchen. We kiss, tops are coming off and I suddenly say that surely Shane is coming back soon and we should stop. The wife gives me that disappointed scorn look that no man ever wishes to see.

Then I wake up

Ok. I give up. Im not gonna fly until school begins. I realise I gave myself an unrealistic challenge. After all, it takes people months to have a first lucid dream, and I have had 7 to date in August. Thats good, very good even. I got 3 LDs in 3 nights, which is amazing. And its not like I did nothing. I did stuff. Maybe flying is just a lil harder for me, and I think its all mental. Besides, just because school is more stressful doesnt mean I cant dream. I can keep dreaming, and I will. It may have an impact, but I am going to make sure to minimize it. I am at peace with my defeat, because it shall only motivate me more for my future victories, which will come eventually.

Dream 1: In the Academy again, I can remember my Chef is depressed because he doesnt feel like hes connecting with his students. I agree in my head. Then the place catches on fire very fast and is consumed. I am stuck and run away until I find myself in the Agora.

Dream 2: I am at school and in my school I place my stuff in a huge bag before heading outside to take my schoolbus. The big woman that takes care of the buses tells me mine has passed already. She books me another, crappy one full of old ppl.

Oh yeah, I feel good about myself. this thing has been "Haunting" me or something like that for at least a week, where I couldn't remember my dreams, I think there might be some correlation, I had enough and decided to just try and beat him down.

I was in/on the biodome/moon. I was in a large white room. there where two doors right in front of me. but the only way I could tell they where doors was the fact that they where slightly grey. I remember Nomad and/or Raven's energy signature, but I don't actually remember anything about them.

False awakening.

I'm in my bed, I can hear sounds from super smash brothers and different assorted shooting games. My cousin yells up the stairs and asks to borrow my bag of games, I'm tired and yell at her.

Recall and morale continue to improve

1. I'm in Russia. I might be combining two separate dreams here. First I'm at bible study. It starts around 5pm and we're in an unfamiliar room with somewhat dim lighting. There's both guys and girls; the only person I remember seeing is Rachel. Afterward there is a party/gathering of some sort, so I stick around for that. When we leave it is 3am, and I am kinda upset, because I'd have to wake up at 7 for school (I'm taking Russian classes in Russia at the time). I roll up into the parking lot in my sentra, and park at the closest spot to the building. The lot is really slanted, and now it's 4am. I go inside. I told Rachel goodbye at some point before this, and explained that getting only three hours of sleep won't be so bad because I'll just sleep during class.

It's like Caleb's house, but it's the home of Valentina Alekseyevna. Her husband is there too, and she gets very angry at me for being home late. I feel upset that she's making such a big deal of it.

I remembered about 7 different dreams again last night, but have (willingly) forgotten all but one. Almost all the others were about starcraft 2. I need to stop playing that game. Dreams like that I have like no chance of going lucid. Or maybe I could use it to my advantage...? As I expected when I was falling asleep last night, every game I played has something that goes wrong that doesn't make sense. And I got really pissed a few times. I guess I could have figured it out.

I did on one occasion, after a dream faded, think maybe I had a FA and did a RC, but it was real life (I could hear the fan in my room). I shouldn't have expected it to fail, because I really didn't pay attention to whether I could breathe or not.

Most of the dreams had some sense of recognizing that this was all unreal, but I didn't become lucid.

I remember very strongly being mad at myself because "i got lucid so many times and just went around doing action-hero stuff, what a waste of lucid time" at some point during the night. Which is weird because I don't remember going lucid at all... I suppose I could use SC as a hardcore dream cue.

I was in a highschool (though not one I ever went to), and junior high English teacher was teaching a class where we were studying the visual novel, "Umineko no Naku Koro ni". This is a pretty awesome idea, so naturally I wanted to talk with her about it, but every time I had a chance, I wasn't paying attention and missed my shot.

I waited until after class, but as soon as the bell rang, nearly everyone in class got up to talk to her, so there was this gigantic line. I wanted to have a sort of in-depth conversation, so I got in the back of the line, but I had another class to get to, so I was worried I wouldn't make it to the front.

I woke up before I could get much further in the line.

I'm evidently back in high school again, trying out for the annual play. It's some Sherlock Holmes play directed by Mr. Lucas, much to my surprise I end up with the lead role (I should note now after the fact that the fact I knew it was directed by Lucas should have been a red flag, he would never put me in a decent role). It's early in the week but I seem to think that the play will debut that Thursday so we're already in dress rehearsal and somehow I already know most of my lines (or am completely improvising them). My costume, heavily unfinished, is mostly large pieces of wool cloth held together by pins. As we get to the end of the dress rehearsal I line up at the end for the curtain call, but they wave me up to the front since I'm the lead. I apologize making my way up through the tight space--I'm not used to not playing insignificant shit roles. After my exit (I note a curious lack of Watson hereabouts), I hopped off the stage and left, eager to tell my dad about Fargo North High School's production of Sherlock Holmes.

It seemed to cut to what was either me in bed at home; I suspect I may have gone there from the school in the previous dream but it feels more likely that it was a false awakening because I recognized that something wasn't right (I awoke in a strange room that was clearly not mine) and did a reality check. I was lucid for a moment, I closed my eyes and kept my nose pinched to try to collect focus but it dissolved back to my bed in real life--my hands had clearly dissolved back to my real hands which were nowhere near my nose and additional reality check confirmed it. I guess I'll add it to my lucid tally, but it was disappointingly short.

at least i woke up right away. it was very vivid and realistic.

girl about to sleep with a man. he is very hesitant but she gets him naked and he precoms on the bathroom floor. she is really a man, about to have surgery on her penis-wearing a weeird devide on it. starts to brush her teeth, then shaves her legs. gets mad when the man still says no and cuts her hair. runs onto a bed, her air is now yellow with black squares...it's very curly and was in braids or dreadlocks before. she has long nails. morphs into same girl singing in a music video, her hair is now in big loose curls. she is singing. then it goes through many different people all singing different things. i feel like i am watching an opera where the stage is a big cirlce and the audience circles around and ther are different things goi g on on differnt sides. 2 nerdy men singing for a while. it ends back on the man/girl and she is at an extra long piano pounding on the keys...half go up and half go down in blocks.

something about a d and d type game. we find someone to be our "crying baby girl"
something about a long hallway? that has to do with the above.

my mom and i are watching the opera and i start playing with these nobs in front of us. 2 holes we put the nobs in and my mom starts running her bare feat along a long flat cord thats below the table. she is moving a giant sheet in front of us. tells me to do the other. it takes me a while to find it, but the cord is behind us, at a 90 degree angle to the otherhuge rotating sheets. eventually we get the sheats to lift up entirely, chairs tables people have to move out of the way. the finally lay down flat. something goes wrong-i get thrown, covered in stuff. trying to cal for help. everyone staring in my direction but no one sees me. i am crying and gagging and dying. i think someone finally finds me??

walking on a pond

martha stewart/michelle obama party
i walk into a fancy party-we hve to climb up the entry way its scary and the walls are filled with little boxes and narrow woden holes to hang onto. i get to top and find martha stewart/michelle obama sitting by a bunch of cooking food on a stadium style area. i take some soup, she glares. i eat some-its good tomoato soup. i tip toe down past but leave my soup up a few steps...i am clumbsy and its too full. she glares again and asks why i didnt get it. i tell her i am too clumbsy but reach back for it. i accidently spill it all on a white poodle/baby. i realize i shouldn't have eaten it as the party is still just getting started. i need to clean the baby so i put it in a pool. it takes a long to time clean, mostly because the baby is playing. it wants me to keep playing. i get frustrated and walk over to the other side of the pool. i have to walk along the bottom and the water is too high to keep the baby out. when i get to eht other side, the baby is very mad.
i run away to my room. its a huge room in a huge building. the rooms are stadium style again, all built on each other. i am somehow related to michele/martha but this isnt my room. i might get a room eventually. i stand in front of a mirror and think about masterbating. i do a little...im in long wide pants. i look up, and there is a window looking into my room. a man comes and looks out as i am looking and looks creaped out that i was looking in and says goodnight. i say goodnight. i go out to turn off all the lights so i can sleep and try WILD(sheesh!). thats when i notice the other stadium style rooms and how big the place is

i am by a pool/pond/house. i can hear jeremy talking about how he eneds to work on his thesis but he will probaby fail. we need to beat the russians for something..they are getting close, he method wont work, but he has to prove that so he can move on. i am digging and digging, not sure why. i hit concrete on the pool side. on the house side i hit some concrete but mostly it's open. there are support beams and then a narrow space. it's filled with bugs. it's filled with bees, and pretty much every kind of bugs. i see something giant move and hide. there is a 2 foot long catapillar just hanging out. i tell everyone to run. people start freaking out and we all start leaving. i feel responsible so i jump in the pool and help people leave. i am the last one besides a girl. she is struggling. i go grab her and help. she gets pulled under, i still have her hand. she is under too long and drowns. i take her body out and to the house. we have to cross a pond with a walkway to get there.i tell the owner about the horrible mess. kelso reorts that there are 2 new species that he has never seen before from the few they were able to collect. he shows me through a window. there is a little man made pond and several things floating in the water. some weird ducks. i notice one is a man/alien i somehow know. i excuse him and go grab the man i take off his suits angrily, but i can't not kiss him.
enjoy kssing him, want to go further, he is scared but somehwat into it. i can't remember how far it goes.
somehow end up in a strange place(open to the sky, a ring or circle in the middle) talking to this large book/map(large, glowing). it gives me something and tells me to run.
got a book huge monsters chomp people a little-make them go crazy by removing parts of the brains
dodging cops, found 2 hostages
running looking for a plane at some junk yard...plans are made into restuaants and hotels. hide in a hotel. a woman comes in sayinh she is going to marry one of the other men/me. i tell her i am not ready, we just met. she gets angry, says i must have gone to a hotel and married a russian prostetute(a bordella) i say no and start pulling glass out of my mouth...its all along my gums. i keep pulling it out. theres tons. she thnks i am giving her a present and she gets angrier. i like her a lot, but am concerned about my mouth...i keep pulling it out.

i wake up. it takes me a long time to recall all this. thinking backwards really helped.
bordello
spitting out glass

I am at a zoo or park or something and there is a large circular enclosure that sinks into the ground and people can look into from above. I am a part of a research team there to study the newly arrived inhabitants of the enclosure which consist of normal looking domestic cats - normal except for the fact that they have a naturally built in poisonous bite.

Two of the cats stand out to me because they look exactly like my two kittens Kali and Mirage, though in the dream I know they are not actually my cats:


Getting close to the cats is hard because they are wild in behaviour and shy away from humans. Capturing them is equally hard because they try to use their poisonous bite when cornered or picked up, and indeed one of the researchers is bitten and has to be rushed to the hospital.

The cats are natural tree climbers and spend most of their time in the branches of the tree in the enclosure, adding to the difficulty in reaching them. I observe the cats from a distance for several days before setting up a small camp within the enclosure to observe them a little closer. In a few more days the cats are used to my presence and even come out of the trees to explore and investigate my stuff like normal curious housecats would do. They still run away when I approach them though.

I end of the dream is a bit fuzzy but I am able to befriend the two cats that look like mine and they even let me hold them, so I can do physical assessments on them. I cannot remember the end of the dream.

Catching up on some dreams, dates will be approximate.

#962:
Date: August 22nd, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

It's dark. I'm in some kind of ruined building, and there are a few small fires around providing lighting. I end up talking to someone I knew a few years back. He's smoking a cigarette, and he has apparently been participating in some NEFARIOUS DEEDS. It seems that he is about to set off with a group of people to perform a large-scale robbery. I go off on a tirade, criticizing him and telling him he's an idiot for doing this. He doesn't listen though, and tries to act tough, trying to burn me with his cigarette. However, it doesn't really hurt me, and I just let my skin burn for a while, before taking the cigarette and burning him with it instead.

After that, my memory of the dream is blurry. I end up on a sort of ledge near a window, with a bunch of people. There are a bunch of demons there, and I am trying to stop them from doing something. It ends up being a huge mess of fighting, and that's about all I recall.


#963:
Date: August 23rd, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

I begin in a sort of mix of an office and an interrogation room. I am being employed by some kind of Stalin lookalike. After talking for a while, I am given my assignment -- he gives me a bunch of plans/papers, and tells me I am to work on those. A few moments later, I ask him what exactly I'm supposed to do, because I didn't quite understand. He looks pretty aggravated, but explains that these plans detail technology (being used by the Germans?), and that my job is to determine whether a direct attack by these weapons would be fatal to any target. I feel rather worried about working on this, but I also feel threatened by Stalin-clone, so I start reading. I am told that I should have a report completed by tomorrow.

After that, I walk outside the room, and end up on a weird sort of long, inclined hill. Various people are scattered on different parts of the hall. I find a soccer ball, and try to pass to one person, but I miss and the ball goes tumbling down.


#964:
Date: August 24th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

It is World War 2, and I am a soldier in the US Army, in a small village in front of a Nazi base. There are about 6 of us, total, and at the moment we are in a kind of stalemate, unsure of whether or not we should attack. Some shooting ensues -- 2 German soldiers in a crow's nest are sniped, and another one somewhere else is shot. We try to take out a tank, but fail.

A few moments after, the Nazis launch a surprise attack, and all hell breaks loose. There are explosions all around, and it quickly becomes clear we are losing this battle as I see several of my companions die. We start getting overwhelmed, getting pinned down by the tank. After taking cover a few moments, I quickly grab a shotgun, and spring into action. I shoot and kill one enemy soldier, and then another, but then run out of ammo.

Another Nazi runs up to me, and sticks a sort of explosive pin into my shotgun. I push him away, we grapple for a while, and I manage to throw him to the floor. I toss the shotgun near him too, and it soon explodes, killing him. I don't recall much after that, though my notes read "bed, girl." HMMM...


#965:
Date: August 26th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

I begin getting out of a ship in a sort of landing bay. I am on some kind of mysterious, secret planet. I am here because Valerian Mengsk (character from Starcraft II) has been here before me, and obtained immense power, so much that the fate of the universe hangs in the balance -- I am here to try to see what he found out, so I can stop him.

I walk out of the landing bay, and enter a sort of large, mystical room with pillars. Here, I meet a gorgeous woman, a sort of spirit or nymph, and conveniently part of the ritual to unlock the secrets of this place involves me having sex with her. We start getting it on, against one of the pillars, but something strange happens after a few moments. I think an elevated part of the pillar glows, and a sort of bluish, spirit form rises out of me. I think my body and that of the nymph disappear and I take control of the spirit.

As the spirit, I have a sort of new sight, tinted with blue. I don't really recall much of this part, unfortunately. I think I find a sort of portal, and gain some sort of great insight. The next thing I recall is being back in my body, and realizing that I am too late to stop Valerian -- the universe is in his hands. Going back to the landing bay, I see Admiral Horner (still from SC2), who tells me there's always hope left. I tell him "Not this time."

I just woke up, and in my half-awakening I was in a combination of frustration at my mini dry spell and thinking about news footage of Yo-Yo Ma's death. Fortunately it occurred to me that Yo-Yo Ma was neither dead nor yet elderly.

The dream apparently consisted of what seemed like security/surveillance footage of a very old Yo-Yo Ma and another old woman who was apparently his wife, overlaid with what was either my own inner monologue or some sort of news commentary (or a combination thereof). The story centered around the fact that they, both wheelchair bound and frail, had entered separate hot tubs to relax, however once they wanted to leave, nobody would help them out of the hot tub (which seemed to be just a pit in the ground with no stairs or anything to exit). Yo-Yo Ma had apparently already died from being trapped in there with no help, which was what warranted the media buzz. Most of the imagery I remember was of his wife now having the same problem. Several people were standing outside the hot tub, refusing to help the old lady out. The hot tub had been drained and her wheel chair was there. She had a younger handmaiden with her, but she too refused to help the old lady out, though she would occasionally help her back into her wheel chair.

Inspiration for this dream seems to have come partly from the fact that we were working short-staffed at the retail pharmacy I'm on rotation at now last Friday, so I was able to hijack the radio for some classical music. Sometime during the day they played Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, featuring Yo-Yo Ma. For readers who don't know who this is, Yo-Yo Ma is a Chinese cello prodigy and, while I was still a classical musician, was considered to be the greatest cello player in the world.

I have a vague memory of what may have been a larger/longer, more complex dream, but all I really have of it is the memory that it may have existed.

Edit: Added that little explanation of who Yo-Yo Ma is for the curious. Also, taking this edit opportunity to add here that following this, since it woke me up fairly early, I tried to do some WILD (this would make it attempt #3, with the previous two being during late afternoon naps) but with no measurable success. I gave up after my wife shifting around a bit broke what focus I had left and just fell asleep normally, where I put a huge dent in my "dry spell" and experienced the following entry.

Okay so I was thinking about a person(let's call him Tom) before I went to sleep .

1.
My memory isn't 100% accurate since this is the first dream , but it was something like me and Tom were with our friends in a mall I think(or maybe school, can't remember) and there was some heavy flirting going on between me and him But then I also had a dream-boyfriend and I was about to break up with him . I think I did . So then me and Tom were talking and flirting at the same time when suddenly we started arguing about something stupid . I can't remember what that was . And then ,I think, my friends picked sides or something . I can't remember the rest of it.

2.
Then I had a false awakening and suddenly I was somewhere with my friend.We were drinking smoothies I think , and were in a mall(again) . And then we went outside and suddenly , we were on a field (it wasn't really a field , but it was very similar and it had all kinds of stingy plants and a forest around it) . There was a big heavy book on the ground so I picked it up . There was also a little house and then a waiter came out of the house and me and my friend tried to hide behind a bush, although he probably saw us.Then we stood up , I was still holding the book and decided to drop it because it was kinda heavy . Me and my friend started walking and before I realized I was in another field . This time with the two of my other friends . I was searching for something , like a flower maybe . And then a wasp was following me and I started to walk a little faster until I was out of the field and on a sidewalk and there was like an alley of trees that bordered the sidewalk . And we were walking there with my friends and they asked me if I had eaten the berries already and apparently I had (I had a bowl in my hands that was filled with berries that I had previously gathered) . Suddenly I was in my kitchen , and I wanted something to drink and decided to go with water . But for some reason I took milk instead of water and the milk was kind of warm too . Then out of the blue I start hearing a song in my head (the radio was on while I was sleeping and the song was Lady Antebellum - Need you now) and I start thinking that maybe I should write a song like that . Then I drink the milk and look myself in the mirror . I look normal except for a milk streak on my forehead . Then all of a sudden I hear an alarm going off . That's when I'm like ugh great it's nine am , gotta wake up . So I wake up .

28.08.2010

Not to the military (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Awful night. Restless sleep. I had a small argument with my wife before going to bed (fixed now) However, at least I got a fragment. I can claim I always wake up with something.

- Assigning stuff.
- Could not assign the military.
- Odd site.
- Indoors.
- Several applicants.

Missed dream signs:
- Unknown.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Unknown.

Note: I found out from Tigress that there are some gangs that are running dog fighting rings, which involves all of the abuse, cruelty, and violence of any other dog fighting ring. The goal I had in mind was to kick their asses so they would never be able to abuse another dog again. I had this in mind as I slipped into a WILD.

I was in a city, it looked like the bad part of town, there was graffiti all over the walls and a lot of the buildings were in disrepair. I went looking around, I remembered why I was there. There must be some gang members somewhere in the area. I headed down an alley near my location, the alley seemed to be between two abandoned buildings. There was a door on the left, and a young man standing in front of the door. There was a pit bull dog sitting beside the man, the dog had a large chain around its neck. As soon as he heard me approaching, the dog started barking loudly and pulling at his chain, trying to get to me, the young man with him was urging him to attack me. He unchained the dog, and it came over and jumped on me, I telepathically spoke to the dog and told him I was a friend. The dog, though he looked like he was going to bite my face off, instead he licked my face in a big, sloppy dog kiss. I pushed the dog off of me, he sat there and looked at me with such a cute doggy look on his face… it made me want to pet him, which I did. I commented to the man there that he had such a cute dog. He was annoyed, though, he said his dog was supposed to be mean, he was supposed to be bad, strong! He came over and kicked the dog hard. That pissed me off. I told him he had just made a big mistake. He laughed at me, he said there was nothing I could do about it. I was about to zap him with a bolt of lightning, but I got an idea to find out where the others… and all the dogs… the method Alex Mercer used to find out something from his enemies… which is to consume them, so I absorbed the asshole completely, he barely got off a shocked scream before it was done.

Ok, so now I had the memories of the asshole, many of which made me rather nauseated, and I also knew where there were several more of the gang members, as well as where some of the dogs were locked in cages, cages much too small for that size a dog… I also had the form of the asshole I had just consumed, it was working just like it had in Prototype. I went into the abandoned building where there were three more dogs locked up in one room, and a couple more gang members there. One of them greeted me by the asshole's name, which was apparently Butch, and he gave me a high five, but then asked what was wrong with me… I said there was nothing wrong with me, but there was about to be something wrong with him… so I consumed him, and released the three dogs from their cages. With a total of four dogs, I found the third gang member in the building, he ended up facing the same fate as the other two assholes. From the third one I had discovered a valuable piece of information, the rest of the gang members were meeting in an abandoned lot to train their dogs… in other words, they were meeting there to force the dogs to fight. Well, it wasn't going to happen. I went directly to the site, where there were several more guys there and two girls, all of them had dogs and were near a fighting ring. There was a lot of talk about whose dog was stronger, who would win, bets being placed.

One of them looked over at me, called me Markus, and asked me what I was doing with Butch's and Craig's dogs? I said Butch and Craig didn't mind me taking them. He looked at me suspiciously, I glanced around to be sure no one was looking, and consumed him. One of the girls looked over at me, did a quick double take, and then came over. She asked what Wyatt had been doing with those extra dogs, she asked where Wyatt had gone without the dogs… well, never mind. She always had thought Wyatt was rather creepy. She was apparently this asshole's girlfriend, she got close and tried to kiss me, so I consumed her, and no one seemed to notice. One of the other guys came over and looked puzzled, he asked where Chris had gone. I told him Chris had gone to find Wyatt, who had shown up with like four dogs… The guy said he had never trusted that Wyatt… He told me we had better go find Wyatt before he did something stupid. I followed this guy around a corner… consumed him. Then the others in the group there, although it didn't go entirely unnoticed, the last two guys tried to escape and I had to pull them back with tendrils… from what these people knew, there were two more left who were selling drugs on the corner of fifth and main. I went directly there, there was one of them on the corner in a large coat, he told me to hold on, he was selling as well as he could. I told him I wasn't going to complain about that… after dealing with him, I found the last member of the gang in the alley nearby, he had a knife at the neck of a young woman and his pants down, he was in the middle of raping her! He never even saw me before I consumed him… the woman he was attacking was staring at me with wide eyes, then she ran down the alley as if I was about to attack her.

I was now in the alley, looking like an asshole, surrounded by a total of 11 dogs, most of them were pit bulls, though there were a couple of mutts that I didn't recognize the breed. I had telepathically spoken with all of them, and they were all looking at me with the tails wagging… I spent some time petting each dog, healing the ones who had injuries, but I was sure I would wake up soon. I wasn't ready, so I used Allura's time dilation method, there was still more to do here, but I will continue that in the next dream…