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I was at the House of Blues and my boyfriend and I were supposed to be going upstairs to a VIP thing. The room was dark and fairly crowded, but there wasn't anyone watching the VIP entrance.

Okay, first we are going to practice teleportation, says Raven.

Some of us teleport to the practice area. The rest walk out. Raven teleports behind me, and smacks my head playfully. HEY!

See how that works? Think about where you want to be, and blink.

Everyone teleports around the practice area.

Wow, this is much easier to learn in dreams, says Red.

Now, let's summon weapons.

Everyone summons a weapon, except two people. That's when I notice there are about 5 other people in the class who I don't recognize. One is an indigo minotaur, who looks like a kid.

Just think of the weapon. Oh! There it is!

Now, think of another weapon. Cool! It works.

Now, think of your chocolate cake- I mean, think of your favorite food!

Everyone summons cake with another food on top. One person summoned a cake with a slice of pizza in it. We all laugh.

People start shooting fireballs and lightning at each other. The Biodome teleports them out. Stephanie! Raven shouts at teh AI.

Violence detected.

Yes, I know! It was. Listen, security override, 453 blah blah blah. Get them back in here. Nomad, make a force field.

I make a pyramid force field, while Raven reprograms Stephanie not to teleport any students in the force field. The reappear back in the Biodome, covered in moon dust. That was fun! heheh

Everyone battles each other in the pyramid, mostly with elements. People are putting out fire with water. Someone becomes mercury and redirects the lightning at his opponent.

Now, you are learning Archetype Counterspells! I shout, as I run around the bottom in a circle. Raven and I wink at each other. We execute Hiryu Shoten Ha, creating a multi-elemental tornado, sucking them all down into a portal. Raven and I laugh, and jump in. We tumble through the wormhole. It's very peaceful because it just goes to another part of the Biodome. Now we are falling through the sky.

Some scream in terror. The other students shout at their classmates to fly. I turn into Peter Pan... but, I am actually Deathgawn in a too small Peter Pan costume? Uh....

Everyone stops falling, and laughs at me. I grow it to make it fit. It's really tight, and looks pretty fruity. They laugh harder. I shrug and sing, "You can fly, you can fly, you can fly!"

The sun sets, and the earth rises. We fly into the Biodome sky. First star to the left, then straight on til morning!

Where are we going?

NeverWonderHell! I say, creating a portal as we fly in. My Inner World of terror and delight! I grin madly, baring my fangs.

Red grips Raven's arm. He's acting crazy.

He is crazy, says Raven. We all are.

Comforting... mumbles Red.

As we fly through the wormhole, it glows with a red light, and I summon a chalkboard. I draw a huge circle. This is the Dream Urth, the version of Earth on the Dream Plane. I draw smaller circles around the big one. These are Inner Worlds. I draw two concave curves forming a stretched tunnel between Urth and the Inner Worlds.

What about the Moon?

I draw another large circle with many wormholes connecting it to Urth.

So, are we going to Urth to get to your Inner World?

No. Because I am on the Moon. So my Inner World is on the Moon. It's inside me. I basically just ate all of you, including myself.

WTF!

Loaf is riding a strange black winged beast. Suddenly his lucid self appears in his lap. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK his lucid self says, and vanishes.

Your other self woke up?

He woke up into a false awakening. He got freaked out, and tried to wake himself up. Now I am going to wake up for real. Bye guys.

But, wait!

Time for school.

Loaf vanishes.

Loaf reappears. Oh, wait. I don't have school today. I re-entered the dream. LOAF HAS RE-ENTERED THE DREAM.

WTF? When did we get a narrator?

Haloha. This is Data. I am your guide and journey. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the journey. For, you will be assisted throughout your attendance to Dark Inner World of Nomad.

I see Asuka walk through a portal with a Data disguise on.

Just kidding, Nomad!

She runs past me to MoSh who is standing behind me, and gives him a hug. They both turn into dragons. He's a green dragon, and she's a pink one. So, we are going to home? says Asuka.

We're going to my house right now? You guys want to come over for dinner? You can eat as much as you want! HAHAHAHA!

Asuka nods and bows. MoSh blushes, and says he has something to do, please excuse him. He creates a picture of a snowy forest, and he and Asuka put on winter clothes, and step through.

We fly for a few seconds in silence. I look at the wormhole. It's surface looks like fluffy cotton, glowing red, with strange plastic objects embedded in it. I see what looks like a cross between a giant Chucky head and MoSh pop out of the side of the wormhole. DO YOU WANT TO SEE? IT SAYS.

Uh... NO! NO!

It opens it's mouth, and tries to suck me in with a black hole portal. I unleash the black hole portal on my chest, but it's weaker. I shoot light at the portal, and I am able to push away a few inches, but it just sucks me in.

Then, I am watching a weird movie in a theater, where I saw the Claymation dream movie. It's a movie about MoSh, Asuka, and I. It shows versions of us in another dimensions, in past and future lives. It's very confusing. In one we are three algae cells. In another we are all lesbian lovers. In another we are having and open relationship but Asuka and I are girls. In one, I am MoSh's wife, and we are both cheating on the other with her. In another we are all horses. In another we are all unicorns. In another we are all dragons. In another we are all siblings, but I am the only boy. I keep seeing all these weird ass scenes like this. It starts to to terrify and annoy me. I somehow feel guilty.

I storm out into the lobby. Who is making me watch this weird shit? I shout. Apparently, the three of you requested it, Data says.

MoSh steps in to the lobby. Don't feel weird, man. Those versions of ourselves are all individuals from parallel universes, and so things are not always going to be the same. Just relax. Here, you have a joint, and I'll have a beer. He says cheers, and I pound his beer with my fist that has the joint in it. I light it up.

Dude, I love smoking in dreams. It feels so weird. Asuka joins us. She asks to try the joint. I hand it to her. She puffs on it and coughs. Oh! Itai. Okay... Sip. Mochi. Biru. Asuka takes a sip of his beer.

Mochi? Oh, you are Mochi? Anata no namae wa Mochi desu. I say to MoSh. Asuka giggles and MoSh blushes. Sh! He says.

Oh, I remember, Asuka says. Me and Mochi would smoke it a lot, you know, in the 60's. I was Japanese girl, then my American boyfriend in San Francisco, went to Canada because of Vietnam... so I followed him, but he was kind of an asshole, and then, I was scared. So, I tried to get away, but I was afraid he was going to kill me. And, anyway, I made friends with Robert, he was the janitor at the motel, and he heard my boyfriend throw me against the wall, and he got the keys from the maid, and kicked his ass. So, she laughs. He was my hero. But, he was big hippie boy. Very nice big French Canadian, so... sexy accent. She laughs. And, he didn't like to be violence. But, he wants to save me, so I say, Instant Love. But, I couldn't get my visa, so because I go to Canada illegal, and I couldn't leave and go back to Japan in time to go back to U.S. You know, immigration. So, I was hiding with him, kind of. Working in the motel. We used to play guitar, well, he play guitar, and I sing in the park. Even with my accent, I can sing, you know. She laughs.

So, we were poor, and the studio was too tiny. Then, we lived in a tent in the park, but the cops said we couldn't camp there. Then, anyway, he started selling some marijuana, and some mushrooms, and some cocaine, and LSD, and PCP, but not heroin. So, we had lots of money too fast, and then we got attention, so we had to move, and actually ran away to California, and just live, us both now, hiding from immigration, but he makes money from drugs. So, one day, cops raid the house, and he goes to prison in Canada, and I get deported to Japan.... So, that was the end. But, it was a nice love. We did our best.... But, it was too hard to meet, we gave up... so he married Canadian girl when he made his money. He farm. I married stoic Japanese salary man... but, I always think of my sexy French Canadian hippie boy even when old lady...

****

I am walking with Asuka and MoSh through a forest. We are talking about the nature of time and space, string theory, entanglement theory, the theory of relativity, quantum physics, dark energy, dark matter, and black holes. Angel appears. I love talking about this kind of shit. She says. We talk about the nature of the universe, and the nature of dreams.

Everything fuses, then we all wake up in four single beds in the same room. We are being experimented on. We are all screaming. We rip headphones off of our heads.

What the hell was that? I shout!

A guided dream, says Gawn, stepping into the room. This is a form of hypnosis that can be used in waking life. What you do is have the person simply fall asleep, then suggest things to them. It's important to space things apart, so the people do not wake up. I am so good, I actually only spoke two words to you: Dream Life.

Oh.... I say.

So, where are we, really, Gawn? Am I going to have another false awakening?

I feel Michael pulling me out of my body. I am in pure dream. I feel so much lighter! I shout.

I just pulled your dream body out of your astral body. Your astral body is still having that astral dream. Oh weird!

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

I was in the car with my father; he was driving and I was in the front seat. It was a black infinity, even though we have a white one in real life, with a black leather interior and polished cherry wood accents. We were traveling along some city street with small, decrepit buildings on both sides, the kind of buildings that would host pawn shops and second-hand stores.

I was playing a game on a hand-held system that looked like an original teal gameboy color. However, the screen was twice as big, as was the console itself. There was a pokemon game on the screen; it was three-dimensional and you controlled one pokemon. There was a mountainous layout like that of the Sims games, except with much more details and crisper graphics. The whole mountain was a bowl shape, with all the pokemon in the bowl part, along with other small hills and rocks. There were many other pokemon running around, flying around, and digging in the ground. It was sort of like mission impossible, as it was every pokemon for themselves, and they had to defeat all the others before they defeated them.

I was a flygon in the game, and I was pressing buttons that were labeled "fly" on the console. The flygon would dive down and attack a pokemon underneath it, then come back up again into the air.

The dream changed, and now I was a part of the game. I was on a small rocky hill covered with snow, looking for powerups. I saw things covered up in the snow, little coin-shaped light green circles with plus signs on them, and when I got near them, I'd absorb them and I'd hear a beep. I had no idea what they did, but they were obviously good for something.

Then, I saw a large purple sticky hand in the snow. The hand was visible, but snow covered up the long part, and it disappeared onto a small hill. I picked up the hand portion and ran up the hill, to see an upside down u-shaped piece of rock, with the end part of the purple sticky hand tied up in it. There were two children, probably seven or eight, wearing heavy parkas with fur. They looked at me and said, "this is ours, get your own". I told them, "I'm already touching part of it, so it's mine".

One of them walked up to me, puffing out her chest, and said, "no!" I leaned towards her and said, "if you want to fight me for it, fine, but I'll win." She punched me but I didn't feel anything because she was wearing thick mittens. I laughed and said, "bye", waving as I did. The two backed off and went away.

I spent quite a while trying to unravel the sticky hand.

I was standing on the edge of a sidewalk that was next to a railroad in the city. I was with my boyfriend. We were both Chinese. We were cuddling and talking, until he becomes quiet.

"Did you see that?" He asks.

"What? Where?"

"That man...I've never seen anything like it." He points across from us into an old, dark shed. I can just barely make out the image of a man putting on white costume makeup. He was very pale.

"Freaky."

He leaves, and I go home. Everything red around me starts to resemble a clown, like the one from It. I start running home, and dart upstairs to my room. I turn on the computer, some dolls still resembling that messed up clown. I try to keep my eyes from looking in the reflection of the computer screen because I'm afraid I might see something I don't want to.

I try to log into IRC but the computer freezes slightly and no seems to be responding in the channel. I google my condition and it seems that I am not alone. Other people have been attacked by this clown and then they are slowly killed off.

I'm teleported somewhere else now...Maybe these people can help me? I look around. I'm in a giant church...But this looks nothing like any of the modern religions. The ceilings are high and gray and the lights are dimmed. People are chanting in tongues and a man, who resembles Dumbledore, is leading them.

I take a seat on the western side of the 'church' near the front. In front of me are tall, metal torches that are unlit. A caretaker in rags slithers up next to them. It is explained to the procession that if the caretaker does not truly believe in their cult religion, that he who lit the flames would catch fire.

I watched as the man lit the torches. A different colored flame sprouted in each one. When the man was finished lighting the torches he turned back to the head speaker. The flame started at the bottoms of his robe and worked their way up until they engulfed him. The head speaker made a halt sign with his hands and the flames stopped. The head speaker explained that because of the caretaker's doubt in their religion, that he would be sentenced to a life without a left eye.

I was back now in my house. Who were those freaky people?? I decided to go wash up in the bathroom. I couldn't let a man with a little make up freak me out, I'm tougher than that!

I heard a banging on the door, and jumped a little.

"I just wanted to say good night to you," My mother in the dream said. She was also Chinese.

"Thanks mom."

"What is this on your back?" She turns me around so that my back is facing the mirror. In the reflection I can see that I have a vividly shaped scar of a dragon going down my back! On either side are scars of traditional Chinese houses. WTF

Mom tells me that I'll be sleeping in my aunt's room tonight. How could I ever get to sleep?

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

Notes:
I'm still having lower lucidity than I'd like...

I woke up in my bedroom to extremely dim conditions, almost no light available to see things with. It was the same bedroom I currently sleep in, but it was way smaller, probably only half the size. The walls were mint green with white molding, also not like my real bedroom. But the bed was the same; queen with a white comforter. It was very hard to see these details, but I managed.

After sitting up in bed but before getting up, I became lucid, looking at my small blue digital clock at my bedside. There was no time at all displayed on it; it probably wasn't even on. I quickly plugged my nose and then suddenly burst up out of my bed, ran out of my bedroom door into the dark hallway, and then ran to the front door. The whole time I was shouting "woohoo!" I usually exit through the front door of my house, especially on lower lucidity levels, but I'm not usually running blindly through the house like that.

I was now at the front door (and it was already open). I just walked outside a few steps and took off flying for the rest of the dream. And yes, I was flying in dimly lit conditions. I got up pretty high at one point and was now far away from my neighborhood. There was a single road with a few highway lights illuminating it with orange, and high above it were telephone poles. I had to fly even higher to avoid getting clipped by the wires and cables.

Most of my lucidity was gone at this point, because I was obviously lacking confidence in my ability to fly through fake f****** telephone wires.

Oh yeah! Today I had a series of 7 lucid dreams.
Lets start off with my normal dream. I was playing some sort of zombie tag at a playground. The zombie was blindfolded, and everyone has to hide. I climbed up and hid in a ledge somewhere. Now, we were at a hotel, and my mother blurted out something, I look in the mirror, and realized I was dreaming, and that's where's lucidity kicks in. Whenever the lucidity kicks in, I'm always in a house that I never been to before. A creation of my subconscious.

In my series of lucid dreams, I didn't use any control on it this time. I was trying to prolong the experience as best I could. I looked at my watch and repeated " I will not wake up until this watch hits this and that. It didn't work, because I never looked at my watch after that. I kept repeating increase lucidity, and did all the rituals, and than after that. All I did was stare out the window, and observe the people walking. Everything faded, I felt my dream body in limbo as I seem to be surfacing the white light. After that I had 6 false awakenings. All of me doing the nose pinch, and trying to leave the house, but all were short lived of my trying to leave the house before waking up. Thing is, I never find sleeping on my back comfortable.

Again, I was laying on my back to sleep instead of my side. This helps me with lucidity because I don't move much. This has helped for the second time in a row.

I am on the Moon, in a martial arts practice area, practicing dual sword fighting in my demon form, Deathgawn.

Nomad! Nomad? Time for class.

Raven? I teleport to Raven.

She is walking toward the Dream School to ring the bell. Raven turns to me. "Oh, you're here."

I thought you called me.

"No, I did," Red grins. I said it telepathically. She is a little red vampire. She dances around... Dream School! Dream School!

Raven rings the bell, and we go into the little ornately carved wooden building.

"Now for class today..." says Raven. "I only have two students?" Red and I are grinning at her sitting at our desks. I create a few portals, shoot astral tentacles out of my head, and pull some students into the school.

Hey! What?
Oh shit. I hated that dream.
Where am I?
I've been here before! says Majinaki. He looks like a Pikachu. He gives me a hug. It feels like hugging a giant stuffed animal, and getting a static electricity shock. "I hate my life. I hate my school. I hate everything."
"Well, why don't you come back to dreamviews?"
"I can't remember my dreams anymore. My life sucks."
"We're in a dream right now."
"Really. Oh yeah. I knew that!"
He takes off flying, and vanishes, waking up. He reappears a few seconds later in midair, and falls on the floor. He stands up, dusting himself off, and plucking two green rubber bats off his body. "Well, that was weird. So, this is a dream, huh?" He looks at his hands. They look kind of human-ish, with long nails and fur.

Robo appears. He dances around, and sings :banana: I made it, I made it to the Moon, oh yeah. I'm not going to remember this dream, oh yeah. Lol

Uh, Robo? I look at him closely. He appears to be a cyborg, but I see a more human form beneath. I look around the room, and everyone appears this way. Interesting.

Hi! Oh. Huh? Nomad? Is this a shared dream?

Yes.

Are you real?

Yes.

No, you're a DC.

I grab him by the throat and turn into a dragon with extremely detailed red scales and golden eyes. NO, I AM REAL, MAN. I drop him, and go back to my Nomad form. What? I thought I was a demon. I guess I morphed without realizing.

So, is this a dream?

Yes.

No, it's not. I'm just asleep.

Right! You dream when you're asleep.

I knew that. What the fuck? I knew I was asleep, but I didn't know I was dreaming? What do you even call that.

I don't know man. Sleep yoga?

Huh?

Nevermind. Time for dream school!

A huge red demon falls out of a portal. He also tosses some rubber light green bats into a portal. He then morphs into a red vampire boy. Loaf?

Yes?

I didn't know you had a Demon Self.

We all do.

Really?

And a shadow self?

Yes.

What's the difference?

The Shadow Self is dark energy based. The Demon Self is red energy based. Your Deathgawn form is actually your Shadow-Demon form. When you add the cyber-armor, it's actually from a prototype of a cyborg version of Timelyst Knight, your Future Self.

Kickass. And how do you know all this?

My Dream Guide told me.

Who's that?

Za-'anthaphor.

Um... Okay.

He's a Reptile-based form. Not really a dragon though.

So, why have you never talked like this before.

Well, I am in the Deep Dream State. I am not going to remember this, see, because my dream recall is not there. I can't channel my dream guide, since my waking self refuses to listen to him. Plus every time my lucid self sees my dream guide, he either runs away, attacks him, or ignores him. What a silly fellow.

So, I am not the only one?

No, you are just the one to give it a name. People like Mzzck, King Yoshi, and I are skilled at this Regular Lucid State. People like you and MoSh are skilled at The Deep Dream State. People like Raven and Tigress are skilled at both. Maybe one day, you can be like them, and draw power from this state into the next. My goal right now is basically get my lucid self to remember my Dream Guide. It's quite a task. When he's lucid, he doesn't think.

Maybe the first step is to get him to think in dreams.

Aha! Please remind him for me. Ah... How?

Through e-mail, of course!

Right!

I realized I had somehow froze time while Loaf and I were talking. Raven walks over to us. Done playing with time, Nomad?

Oh, shit? Actually, no!

I tick time forward and back. Then, I try to make it go up and down, and everything bends. Hey, STOP IT NOMAD! Raven seems resistant to my manipulations, but is greatly annoyed.

Sorry.

Everyone sits.

Now, for Dream School! says Raven.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was so exhausted yesterday that I knew I would not do much dream recall this night. I actually woke up in the middle of the night, with dreams floating in my mind, but I just couldn’t care less and turned to the other side to go back to sleep. In the morning I was feeling a bit more refreshed and wrote down a few, especially because they were one of a kind.


22:30 GMT - Sleep

1 wake up, recorded no dreams


5:00 GMT – 2nd wake up

Dentist waiting room and cinema
I’m with my mother on the waiting room of a doctor’s office (I think the dentist) and for some reason to have an appointment we need to have a key (?). My memory fails me a bit on this part, but I think for some reason they didn’t want to give us a key – maybe the key was the equivalent of making an appointment, maybe they didn’t want to give us one, because they had the agenda full? Anyway, I think my mother got to steal two keys without them noticing and we just left all happy with the achievement. Then she invites me to go somewhere, like the cinema, which I think is a great idea, but I am worried that my light summer clothes will be uncomfortable when we leave the cinema to the cold night.

Performative arts camp
I enter a bus full of youngsters. We are on a trip to somewhere. I don’t know anybody. They are clearly from different countries and nationalities but not one looks welcoming to me. I look for an empty seat and I found one by the aisle by the side of two other girls (there’s 3 seats on each side of the corridor, like in an airplane). The chair in front is reclined and I have very little space to fit. I have a black backpack in my lap and it’s really cool because it has a flexible screen on it, showing continuously the Matrix code animation. That seems to attract some attention, but still, nobody gets friendly with me.
We all get out at some kind of camp and soon I realise it’s like an artistic camp. We have an auditorium and some kids are rehearsing a play, others sing and I just wonder what am I doing there, since I have no artistic talent. But I see other youngsters also looking a bit lost, so I chill, thinking I should not worry and should just watch and go with the flow.
Then a girl makes a dramatic entrance in the auditorium. It’s C.L., a friend from my childhood and my neighbour for many years. She was always a drama queen, so this suits her. She is wearing a very theatrical dress, like a wedding gown but with splashes of colour. She is singing and heads to the stage where she makes some theatrical show.

James Bond emotional
Then I have a strange dream that I am watching a James Bond movie (but the movie is like floating in the air, because there’s no TV). By my side is my dad sleeping – he always falls asleep watching movies. But in this James Bond instead of the action, sex and espionage, Bond is having a candid conversation with his father and it all gets very emotional. The even weirdest part is that meanwhile my father has awaken and is crying because of the movie. I feel doubly eerie with so much strangeness and this leads me to awake. I wake up in my bed and someone is by my side. But instead of my boyfriend it is still my father that is sleeping there. What? I take some time before I understand I’m still dreaming, then I really wake up (I hope).


6:30 GMT – 3rd waking

Toilet drama (again) and a fake enlightenment
I woke up, wrote down my dreams and apparently I’m still awake and I go to the toilet before going back to sleep. The toilet is totally different from the toilet in my (real) home, but I don’t notice that at all. I feel totally comfortable with this version of it, as if I have used it my entire life. I just notice after using it that the flushing is not working. I check the cistern and it’s dripping water. I try to discharge at least some water but it really isn’t working, so I try to take the cistern cap to check the mechanism and eventually fix it (did it many times), but the thing is seriously jammed and I stupidly put my foot on the toilet seat to push and I end up with my foot inside the toilet, with the water, urine and mushy toilet paper all around my foot. Yuck!!!
I am disgusted and I think to myself – “My god, the shit that happens in my dreams is starting to happen in RL!”
[Usually in my dreams I get lucid because I simply know that I’m having a dream - no need for dream signs or reality checks, it just happens. This time I had no idea I was having a dream. I was totally, absolutely convinced this was real.]
So then I thought “It’s a good opportunity to practice reality checking. This way in my dreams I will remember to do it every time I’m on a toilet again facing yucky situations like this, as it recurrently happens.”
So I decided to put my hand on the wall trying to go through it and I was absolutely amazed when my hand started to sink on the dissolving wall. I couldn’t believe it! It never actually occurred to me “After all, this is just a dream!” No! Instead I believed that I was actually manipulating real matter like in dreams – I was convinced I had had a little enlightenment! It felt awesome! It felt amazing! It felt... Ohhhh, now my face is also sinking in the wall! And all of a sudden I open my eyes and it’s just my hand and face sinking into the pillow... Oh, crap! What a disappointment... I really don't know if I should classify this as a lucid dream. It was more of a wrong-reality entrenchment, so I'll call it a reverse-lucid, but it had all the characteristics of a lucid dream. I was fully aware and conscious, I simply mistook that reality for this reality. Freaky.

Warm snow
I just had one more quick dream. It was early dawn, it was summer and I am at home. My father is staying there to. We both wake up because something strange is happening outside. I go to the window and I see snow falling and coming through the window. There are a few people on the street also amazed at it. Everybody is in summer clothes, it feels warm and even the snow is just at ambient temperature. How can that be? I just have a quick thought that even climate change cannot cause warm snow in summer and that there must be more to it, something more bizarre. I start having a bit of lucidity and that's when I wake up again.


7:30 GMT – Wake up

So I got back into doing the WBTB function and my recall was much better. I remember three different dreams. The final one I had during a fifteen minute nap which is pretty wild, honestly.

For some reason I own some house that an old acquaintance, Zeb, used to own or live in. It seems fairly run down but in the basement there is a large collection of band promotional stuff. I'm talking: posters, albums, stickers, shirts, and whatever else you can think of. Somewhere down the line I invite him and a few friends over to my new place and I tell him about the stuff I found down there. He looks at me, very seriously, and tells me not to sell any of it or make any sort of money off of it. I tell him he can have it all back and that, at most, I had just been giving it out for free.

This is just a fragment.I remember seeing some sort of promotion for an album that my buddy Tom is a part of. It's getting rave reviews.

I'm in a dark and gothic looking version of New York City. I work at a grocery store and I look like a younger Brad Pitt. For some reason an epic chase scene starts up and I'm suddenly on top of a moving van fighting for my life to get something or take something from somebody. The car I'm clinging to is swinging this way and that until finally some other person, an older man whom I know somehow, drives along side me and starts bumping me and demanding what I've got/am trying to get. I fight him but eventually he causes an accident and I am thrown from the car. I flash forward to the next morning working at the grocery store. I'm sitting down slumped against a wall when this beautiful woman comes in. She's white with long brown hair and dark eyes. She comes over to me and we begin talking. I don't really know what we talk about until finally I say: "You don't know what it's like. I have no ambition. I'm going with you."

And now we're outside of some large castle looking place and we're talking in a hushed whisper. She says the place belongs to her father, Tsuonga. We walk down these concrete steps that are overgrown by dead trees and arrive in front of a large black and brown polished door. For some reason I can suddenly see a glowing yellow receptacle similar to the one seen while playing Oblivion. I make a little joke about it and she nervously laughs. And then the door swings open. We slowly walk in and as we do I warn her that sometimes, in Oblivion, you can get invited into a room and then attacked for no reason. So she needs to be careful.

We're in this building now and everything about it is gigantic. The ceiling is arched and appears infinitely high. There seems to be several different levels all displayed above us, sort of like a mall, and everything reeks of opulence. But everything is still very dark. So we crouch and start to slowly make our way forward. She mutters something in my ear about keeping a lookout for her dad and I nod and we continue. And then suddenly we hear him jogging down the stairs and to the bottom where we are at. He looks odd though. Like a mix between the Mars Attack Aliens (without the helmet) and the Green Goblin and his movements remind me of an NPC in any RPG you've ever played. One minute he's far away and the next, like framerates skipping, he's mere feet away. He jerks towards us and then back up the stairs. My heart is hammering and I motion for her to slowly move forward. So we do. And then suddenly he's descending upon us and obviously furious. We start to fight back but he's absurdly strong. For some reason I try to use some form of magical lightning but my power is low and I'm unable to hold him with it. I run up a set of stairs as and grab him from behind as he closes his arms around some person that is suddenly there. It appears to be a girl. I scream to the girl that I arrived here with and tell her that I'm going to pull his face away from the woman, as he is gnawing on her neck, and that she needs to be ready to shoot power into him even if he is her father. She says OK.

So I grab hold of his chin and grimace as I feel the wetness of the open wound and his saliva and I pull my hardest to get him away from the womans neck. He's biting furiously like a zombie and I'm struggling to even keep him still. And then I wake up.

I really am. I forgot the paper with the dreams from... Tuesday? again. And I'm leaving tomorrow for the Mackinac City-ish area and won't be back until Monday. Anyways, I'll put what I remember of last night's dreams.

~I was walking around a mall with someone else, and Hayley Williams from Paramore was sitting in a big chair in the center of the place. I just kept walking around. Nothing happened.

~No idea where I was in this one--there was some brick building that might've been a school, and then a bunch of grassy areas. Someone was mowing the grass and I was holding a really cool looking pen. It had an elaborate clicker-thing and the middle where all the ink is was encased in a kind of long oval of glass with white roses and stars painted on it.

I was in a car, in the back seat, riding down a peaceful country hillside somewhere in either Alaska or Canada. The houses and trees seemed to close in on me a in a way that was haunting yet extremely comforting. It felt like a fairytale with a tinge of danger, making it all the more exciting. I was focusing on this amazing scenery, and soon it began to snow. I focused intently on the snow and the dream became very vivid. Suddenly...

The snow disappeared. I was now on a highway. It seemed there were police cars and medical vehicles up ahead, but I had an ominous feeling that there was more to it, and I was afraid to find out. I had the intent of waiting to get closer so that I could get more of an idea of what it was, yet as soon as this thought crossed my mind, there was a sci-fi sonic explosion about 40 feet in front of the car, the driver lost control and we swerving off the road when a green sphere going at a high speed past by. We had to pull over and I knew that something even more terrible was about to happen. All of this seemed so real and scary due to my focus on the snowflakes beforehand, and the feeling of danger I felt became extremely alive. All in all, it woke me up, leaving me afraid of returning to dreamland.

I refuse to accept that my roll is over. It just...took a break. I mean even pros dont have DILDs every night. Everyone is unlucky at times. The question is: Did I just get unlucky, or was I just very lucky before? The answer is probably the later, but I dont care. The break is over and its time to get back on track here. The only thing I dont like is since I regained confidence in DILD my attraction to DEILD dropped dramatically. Enough so that I completely forget about it when I wake up. Which is bad. Anyway, my dreams for today:

They all turn around a single plotline in which I conduct a social war over a group of bullies at my school. They didnt bully me at school but I just hate them since any bully I hate. In an entire new school I try to make as much friends as possible. Some are girls and some are guys. In Dream 1, I assemble my team while confronting the dudes.
Dream 2 a woman is singing a Christmas song to which we sing along. We can see the two distinct groups sitting in a big circle, mine being much bigger.
Dream 3 is one where I trick people in a dépanneur with a little yellow paper. When you hit the shelves the paper goes down one level. Im not sure where the trick is there, but the man is very pissed off. I run away outside which is conviniently the school yard.

I am walking home from work. I am near the hospital. A hot blond in a black sports car pulls up and offers me a ride. I get in. We are on my street but it is more wooded with less houses. The sky is now over cast and there are broken branches covering the street. I think there must have been a storm. She stops. She tells me that the road looks awfully secluded. I ask her if I should walk from here. She says no and slow continues making her way around the larger branches.
We are now in my house. We are having some conversation. She look at my pictures on the wall. There was something religous in one. She smiles and comments on it. I ignore her and we continue to walk down the hallway. I stop at
the door to my room. I thank her for the ride and begin to say goodbye. She walks to another bedroom. I follow her. I ask her for her phone number but instead of answering me she takes her shoes off. I say or you can stay and visit a while. My eyes follow up her bare legs an body. Or you can get naked too. She starts toward me naked. I open my arms to touch her. AND THEN THE ALARM WAKES ME UP!!!!!

Well tried telling my self that I was going to wake up in my dream that didn't work. Looked at my hands extensively repeating "I will notice my hands in my dream". Going to study up on some of these threads, looks like I got a lot to learn.

I was with a travel partner, and we had recently checked into a Chinese hotel. We dressed sharp and were on the run from our pasts thanks to something we had no control over. A series of events and meetiings with mysterious people in the music room in the basement led us to believe someone was going to try to kill us, so we left, me without my dress shoes because I didn't have time to put them on before we left. A few blocks away, we heard gunfire and screaming, and my view switched to a TV that said it was because Chinese people were getting outraged over things Americans had texted recently. I woke up as I crouched, barefoot, behind a table in a Subway.