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Dreamt I was in a fighting tournament in McDonald's. Beat this black guy to make it to the final round with this huge muscular black guy. Get so pumped I wake up.

I am in that same fuckin house. I am looking at the house itself suspiciously. I am a fucking gecko -man for some reason.

I see I have my little one-handed spinning blades I created when I was a kid.

The Spinster. LOL. that means an old lady.

Stop talking out loud to yourself. You sound like an idiot. Especially when you say, "LoL."

Xaphor?


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The one and only. (He's a red dragon man in a tux smoking a fat spliff, the size of a cigar.) Let me give you a tour of this dream house, dream buddy.

We go from strange room to strange room.

This "fuckin' house" as you call it, is the center of Urth. In dreams, it's always "my house, but not my house". Every time someone visits this place, it always feels familiar, but it's never a house they have lived in. That's because they live here and dreams. Well, all you Urthlings do.

And the reason it's creepy, is because, you guessed it: Nevergawn, the self-proclaimed god of Urth. What an asshole. Anyway, he infused the walls with dry rot bacteria, and it's all just gross energy all around you. People always have creepy dreams now in their own dream homes, because Nevergawn infested the Nexus of Urth, as a method of control, just as he took over the Wormholes leaving Urth.

You people, your little dream battle crew thingy... You're not doing enough to liberate Urth. Firstly, you don't really believe... Of course, you partially do, or you wouldn't get this far.

And, your skepticism actually makes you lucid, BUT you have to be as believing as a child and as skeptical as those old trolls who you used to harass you.

Then, you have to really organize. You are afraid of losing fun. The fun-ny thing is, if you plan on helping Urth, you dream body automatically will. You just have to consciously will it. You may all forget it, but the most important thing is to will it, so you are telling your dream body you want to do that.

Anyway, I have a lot more to tell you, but you are about to wake up, so I am going to vapo-rize...[I][/I]

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

To anyone who actually reads my entries, sorry I haven't posted anything for a few days.

It was morning, and I was standing against the walls of a pretty casual-looking restaurant. The flooring was light gray, and the walls were smooth light-colored logs like a cabin would have. The room was around the size of a McDonald's, and it had cafeteria-style rectangular tables that were light wood with steel legs; the chairs had the same look. On one side of the room was a wide glass door that opened to the outside of the building, but you couldn't see through it. It was clear, but there was nothing discernible on the other side. On the opposite side, there was a counter with illegible menus, but there was no one working there.

There were people scattered around the different tables; some were standing while some were sitting with hamburgers and other "comfort foods".

I walked over to a table and sat down in one of two chairs. There was a white plastic cup with some sort of soft drink in it; the cup itself looked like a Big Gulp container except without the label. I picked it up and took a sip through a thick, transparent straw, and it tasted like cola.

A server came, in ordinary clothing, a few moments after I drank some of the drink. It was a younger woman with shoulder-length brown hair. She placed a lime green, plastic bowl in front of me. It looked like something a child would eat food out of. Inside was a cream-colored sauce and cereal that looked like Lucky Charms. I knew at once that it was some sort of Disney Princess cereal, but I didn't touch it, as when I scooped some of it up with a metal spoon, it was a gloppy consistency, like oatmeal.

I walked back over to where I was standing before and looked out a window. It was one of those small rectangular windows that some houses have in their bathroom. I stood on my tiptoes and looked out. I saw a small metallic-skinned dragon in the grass, which went for a few inches away from the window and then stopped at the brick wall of another building. I couldn't see much out the window but I did see the wall, grass, and dragon.

The dragon suddenly disappeared into thin air. I looked away, slightly confused, and then looked back into the window. It was there again, but it was flashing rather quickly - it was visible, then it was invisible. I didn't know what was going on; I thought I was hallucinating.

I am standing in the Healing Glen.

Dream friends are standing around me in a circle.

ugh.. so many dimensions. But, I just allow it all to flow... I have 360 vision... 360 dimension bubbles... tired of blocking them all out.. i'm a pebble..

a grain of sand

a microbe

a molecule

an atom

an electron

a quark

a nothing thing

BAM

back in the garden what garden what thefuck

how can i be adam and garden and river and tree and eve and god and the snake ... i...

I am back in the Healing Glen. I see a type of strange purple headache float out of my brain. You were there. YOU WERE ALL THERE.

Everyone was shooting energy beams at me. I absorbed them, like steel glowing hot in the fire.

Then I shot them out up into the sky, and circled the energy back into my feet.

[I]I woke up at 4am, and started doing homework. I totally forgot that we had a plan of doing this last night until Raven reminded me. [/I]

10.08.2010

The Way The World Ends (Non-lucid)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

"Good morning, Colonies! Boy, do we have a show for you today!" The announcer's voice blares over my ear-piece, as I walk through Karachi, heading to my assigned 'interview.' "We're joined today by an esteemed Physics Professor and doctorate who is conferencing in all the way from. . ." He pauses. The view cuts to the broadcaster as he quickly flips through numerous files on his holographic display. "It's Cambridge, right?" he asks, more quietly.

Another man with a thick accent begins to reply, "No, actually--"

But the announcer has already found the file in question. "Oh, that's right! Texas MIT! Before we get to that segment, however, we have another installment of our bonus lecture series!"

That's my cue, I better hurry up the stairs and find this woman.

"Today's class is presided over by one of our very own Sociological Ethics and Law Lecturers."

There she is. I greet her quickly and take out my small audio and visual recording device.

"Please feel free to join the lecture remotely, and don't forget to ask questions!"

We were live. The professor briefly introduces herself as we make our way through the dark, rundown building. My camera work is surprisingly smooth, but I seem to be having trouble keeping her in the center of the frame and following her movements. Eventually, we make it into a decent sized room and the real lecture begins.

She starts by explaining basic concepts that anyone viewing should already know. Yet still, she has the gall to ask if there are any questions. "Hold on," I say as I reach for my com device. Sure enough, there's a solid red light, indicating someone is trying to interact with the class. Or just messing with her.

Hitting the talk button, I wait for the person on the other end to say something. . . Silence. I hit the button again, "No questions," I state. She smiles, blissfully unaware that she's already lost everyone's respect.

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The lecture continued as I faded in and out of alertness. At one point, she began discussing law making theory. An analogy was on the board, relating the foundation of any structured law to pipework, which one builds onto over time. But what happens when the pipes get old and outdated. I think. Shouldn't they be replaced by something that can keep up with the times?

I bring the point to the Professor's attention, and she addresses it by referencing several countries whose base 'pipework' was designed to gradually be replaced to accommodate ever changing needs. Stupid. In today's day and world it'd be better to scrap the whole damn thing and start fresh. These antiquated pipes just aren't cutting it anymore. I don't press the point any further; it'd just waste time.

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The classroom is brighter now, and there are students here besides myself. Professor Whatserface is angrily going over some definitions. I briefly stare at the board to memorize what's on it. Simple stuff. I just wish the kids in here would stop screwing around.

Glancing around the lecture hall, I spot a friend behind me, two tiers up. Standing up from her seat, straightened arms supporting her thin boy-ish frame, I see Samael leaning over the desk of the boy beside her, who himself looks a lot like Lucidmax. She seems vastly interested in whatever is written on the papers in front of him. I turn back toward the board, and contemplate pulling out a pair of display glasses, linking into my own feed, and putting my head down. Nah, more trouble than it's worth.

Regardless, our seeming lack of attention had finally struck a crucial nerve in our Prof. She hands out tests to everyone in the room, including myself, ranting about how she expected better from us and insisting she didn't want to give us exams, but we had forced her hand.

"Look lady," commented a rather brash young man one tier above Samael, "we all know how excited you were to finally get a shot at teaching savants." His voice played off the sarcastic intonation perfectly. "Yeah, we learned everything you taught us. And, yes, this test is bullshit. But you keep in mind this whole thing is nothing more than a bonus class for us. Free time. So, don't you be surprised when most of these papers come back with 'The Great Leopold Wiggin' written at the top." The class snickers audibly. He's completely right, and the raw truth of it all brings a smirk to my face. I'm quick to hide it.

Well, I might as well work on this test.

Question 1: What are the definitions of "soul" and "biology" as discussed in class.

Crap. These were just on the board. But, for some reason, my recall is hazy, blurry, almost dream-like. It's as if what was written on the board never existed. I keep struggling, fighting through my memories like one would against the ocean's current. . . Nothing. Maybe if I work through it, BS here and there.

Soul: A spiritual essence that some believe

Samael gets my attention, only, it's not Samael anymore. She's still my friend, the same girl from before, but her hair is longer, more teal, and her figure is very pronounced. The girl begins talking to me, and I know what she's doing instantly. Brilliant. She's dropping me clues to the answer while making it look like nothing more than chit-chat. So eloquently, too. There will be no way anyone can accuse her of cheating. Though the Professor caught on right away, echoing the last thing the girl had said in a mocking tone. She's just upset because she knows there's nothing she can do about it. Just then, I remember what was written on the board.

Soul: A spiritual essence that some believe The agent that binds humanity together. Encourages moral behavior.

I take a moment to criticize the definition and its obvious flaws. Not all mankind believes in souls. Where do they fall into this definition? They don't, but hopefully, if they've got any power, they're smart enough to see the little value there is in this concept.

Biology: The genetic force that drives humans apart. Often incites violent struggles.

More flawed definitions. Though, this one has an air of truth to it. . .

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All of us are headed back to earth from the outlying Colony. Our shuttle, nearly finished breaking through the lower atmosphere, prepares for a hard landing. No one celebrates our safe return. We all know a sea of nuclear warheads is descending upon us, dropping through the same atmosphere we just passed through. This was it. The end of everything.

But I wasn't going to have it. "I know how to stop the nukes." Everyone looks at me; their dark, empty eyes stare blankly. All hope has left them. We touch down violently, but not a moment too soon. Immediately, I create a purple shield of energy and extend it out, all around me, protecting my classmates and a portion of the shuttle-craft. The nukes hit ground.

FFFWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!

Fallout descends upon us, drowning the air in a blood red hue, buffeting my shield, heating it beyond the realms of human survival. Every piece of the shuttle not protected by the shield is destroyed, yet we survive. When it was over, I couldn't help thinking, Maybe it would have been better to die quickly, instead of slowly. From the looks on my peers' faces I could tell they were thinking the same thing.

Dropping the shield, I notice my friend sprawled out on the floor, unconscious, and rush over to her, but the boy from before tries to push me away, giving me some ass-backwards reason as to why I should get away. I tell him off, refuting his point with enough logic to shut him up. Lifting her into my arms, I teleport away.

"Well this is great," comments the young man from before.

There was a long silence before anyone spoke up.

"Do you think they'll be back. . ?"

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I appear in a lobby. The teal haired girl is standing beside me now, perfectly alright. As I approach the uniformed security guard behind the wooden counter, he doesn't even blink at our strange and sudden appearance. After I inform him of our situation, and our need to move beyond this check point, he informs me that he's a zombie.

"You seem too intelligent to be a zombie."

"That's what all the other zombies say. So they stiffed me with job."

"Well, are you going to let me by?"

"No, sorry."

"That's not good enough. Either let me by, or I'll force my way through."

He stands up and pull his Maverick on me.

"Do it," I whisper, reaching out my hand.

"Oh, I will!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Reaching out with my mind, I catch the projectiles as they leave the blaster and launch them right back at the guard. He's stunned, but it wouldn't last long. Taking the girl's hand I lead her further into the facility. . .

I was on a road trip with a group of friends. We were in a park that had many different rides. On one ride there was what looked like a subdivision, but the road was composed entirely of raging water. We got on a large innertube made for 4 people and rode on that one. It was pretty fast. At the end of the ride it spilled us out onto a wet grassy area and my friends decided that they wanted to ride that one again. The park offered a service that gave people free rides back to the beginning of rides using a 4 wheeler. My friends hopped on the 4 wheeler but 2 of us (including myself) couldn't fit on the 4 wheeler due to lack of available seats.

"That's ok!" My friend says, "I have a motorcycle!" She literally takes the motorcycle out of her pocket and we climb on.

"THAT'S HER!" I hear someone yell in front of us. There are police men, possibly the SWAT team, standing around. Either way, there are men dressed in black (almost to the point of looking like ninjas) staring at us. They are pointing to my friend, accusing her of having a rare and illegal drug.

"Shit!!" She screams, and accelerates the motorcycle. The SWAT team chases after us. The road is ending on us, and the only means of escape is a garage door that is closing. She accelerates to get there before the door closes all the way. We have about a foot of space closing in on us before the door meets the ground. She swerves suddenly and puts the motorcycle at about a 15° angle. The vehicle screeches and we slide safely inside.

She keeps going top speed and I'm clinging on to her for dear life. The police are catching up with us again as we race down a hallway inside the building (the garage was also a entrance to a large building with a long hallway). The hallway is about to end, and the only way out is a door which leads down a large set of spiral stairs. She breaks the door down with the motorcycle still going fast and we go tumbling down the STAIRS on a flipping MOTORCYCLE!!!

"MOTORCYCLES WEREN'T MADE FOR THISSSSSSSSSSSS!@!!!!!!!!@@@" I scream in a bumpy panic. After about 15 flights of spiral stairs we zoom out of the building and back onto open streets. I can see a few police men staring at us. One of them is holding a tiny can of metallic green.

So I had to get acupuncture done for some reason, and I had to use the bathroom in the middle of it. They had only gotten my face done at that point. I went to the bathroom and heard a bunch of girls storm in. I overheard that they figured out how to shake the bathroom like an earthquake by flushing one of the broken toilets. They flushed the toilet, and people were slammed to one wall or another. I fell onto a wall in the stall, and the needles on my face went IN. OMG. The stupid girls finally left and I walked out of the stall and saw another girl where the same thing had happened to her. The acupuncture officials rushed in to help us, but I didn't want any help pulling the needles out of my skull. It felt really weird pulling the needles out...

I was at a school, maybe it was elementary school. I was coming out the exit and I was seeing little kids, but I was seeing what they looked like when they grew up at the same time. I stopped at a bench to find the car keys and caught a glimpse of my hair in the reflection of a window. I had a blue hair band on and my hair was light brown and straightened.

I walked out to the parking lot and got in my old friend's car. I had to pick him up and then drive to meet my friends for a road trip. The seat wasn't right for my height, so I tried to scoot it forward but there wasn't a nob or lever to do so. I could barely reach the pedals. I managed to make it out of the parking lot and drove out onto a dirt road surrounded by trees. I pulled over to the side so I could try to readjust the seat again, but I couldn't. There was a small tree growing on the shoulder where I was parked, so I couldn't pull forward so I had to put the car in reverse to get back on to the main road.

I pushed the pedal down and the car went backwards, I hit the brake but the car didn't stop! What the heck! I tried the other pedal but it didn't work either. The trunk of the car hit a tree, which finally stopped it. I got out of the car and came around the back side, there was a HUGE dent in the shape of the tree. Definitely noticeable. Shit, shit, shit! He was going to be soo pissed off at me! He wasn't the nicest of people that I have met and I know that he would be more than upset about this, to the point where it might be dangerous for me to be in the car with him.

Since the car was useless because it only drove in reverse (and I wasn't going to drive it backwards down the road like I did in other dreams), I needed to walk to a town and find a phone. I believed that my mother's workplace was close in proximity to where I was, but I didn't even know what street I was on. I saw a lady walking down the street with a few grocery bags. On the beige grocery bags it said Kristain.

"Excuse me, where is the nearest town?" I asked her.

"There's a small little town that way," She said pointing down the street, "And there is another bigger one if you follow the road the other way." She told me to follow her. As I followed her down the narrow, unpaved street the trees morphed into the hallways of a school. I was now in a larger building, several stories into the air. I lost track of the woman and nearly ran into a teenage boy. I asked him if I could use his phone. He got really pissed off and shoved me to the ground and started yelling expletives. It just really wasn't my day, huh?

I eventually found my mom and asked her if she could drive me to San Dusky because I had a Pokemon tournament (whaat I don't even play that game LOL). I was led into a large room and a little late too. A tall guy with blond hair smiled as he saw me and stood up. He said that he would be my starting partner for the tournament. He said, "Ooh nice hair," and patted it. I could see in the mirror that my hair was blond with waves.

08/11/10



I'm travelling through a village. Their level of technology seems medieval at best. A little girl is suspected of being a witch. I help her escape.

We wander up a path through an idyllic countryside, hilly and covered in green. I lead and the girl, ten or so, trails slightly behind me. The hinges of the wooden gate creak as they move, and I hold the gate open. The girl shrieks in delight and runs onto the field. A dark brown horse is running towards us. It has odd, light-coloured streaks painted across its side. As it approaches the girl, it slows down. The girl jumps up and down, asking if she can ride it.

"He doesn't like anyone, even me." I say, studying the horse. I smile when the horse snorts. "Especially me. I think he might like you, though."

The girl climbs on the horse's back, and the two of them gallop across the fenced enclosure.

Later, we're sitting inside a log cabin that resembles a barn. The black horse is now a black owl, perched on a railing. I sit across from him, and we watch the girl explore the building as we talk. She runs back over to us, smiling as she sits down on the couch.

"We're going to have to winter-proof the house if she's going to stay with you." I tell the owl seriously.

The girl turns into a bird. I catch the bundle of feathers between my hands, gently. "You are far too domesticated." I tell her.

I will the cracks in the wall to close, making the wood grow back together, sealing out the wind.

It's winter the next time I return to the cabin. We play on the hill, sliding down packed snow and laughing.

Shapeshifting Children. Scare Factor: 1.

Took a 5HTP, Turmeric and Magnesium before going to bed. Attempted MILD before going to bed, envisioning a scene in an empty room full of RC brand pink bananas that smelled like salmon, with a faint Edith Piaf song playing in the background. Slept without remembering any dreams from approx 11:28 to 2:45. Woke up at 2:45, oddly energized, practiced reality checks for about 30 minutes. RCs practiced included looking in mirrors, checking time, reading the same page of a book, examining hands closely, smelling bananas, and turning around while visualising a different scene. I also tried looking out the window and visualizing a Blue ford mustang with white stripes driving by. Went back to bed around 3:10, continuing the previous MILD with the bananas... but also thinking about the RC of looking out the window and seeing the car. I recorded a brief note of what I had done, including a line from the book I used to RC.
Dream 1. I was in my room and I looked out the window, Everything was very murky like an oil painting, and I only remember a few distinct details: The bug net on the window, thinking "this is a dream, I can fly" And jumping through the window as I felt a floating sensation. I lost what little control I had at this point and dreamt for a few seconds of the image of two people holding hands as they floated through the air.
I may have woken up at this point, or had a false awakening without realizing it.
Dream 2.
I dreamed that a friend said "you won't believe this" and I found out that a video I had made was a finalist for the Vimeo awards. Through the screen/websites or something, I kept being asked to upload a higher quality version of the video, but I could not.

Laurel

I was with dad at their house in Masterton. He had bought a nissan Laurel. It was realy old, sludgy and moss all over it. He said he had gotten our cousins who live down the road to take the rear windscreen out for him. I told him not to worry I could do it for him. I was also going to do some other fix ups on the car.


Long way down!

I was far up north, near Auckland maby. The whole family was in the car and we were by the sea. We were on a familiar beach and decided to do around the rocks to the next part of the beach. When we got around there must have been 200 maori kids playing in the sand. They completly blocked the massive beach off. They were all sandy and muddy all having a good time digging up sea shells and playing around. We got a bunch of them to make some way so we could get through. We got to the end of the beach and I saw this big fat rottweiler sleeping behind a rock. We drove over a small road onto this island. The island was very tall and we were just on a little road around the outside. It must have been about 100 meters straight up. The road we were driving on was right on the edge of the water, if you slipped off there was no sand, it went straight down into the clear sea. It kinda looked something like atlantis, the water was crystal clear and I could see other small submerged islands and roads. We drove around the island and on the oposite side there was a steep incline. We drove right up and were ontop of the island. There were ancient ruins up there, similar to the ones in oblivion. I didnt look at these that much and went over to the edge. It was just me now and for some reason I climbed down a ladder going straight off the edge. The ladder went right to the bottom of the island and it was made of sticks and rope, not very sturdy! Once I had gone down a few steps there was a small closed off platform above me. I couldnt climb back up. It was a long way down so I started investigating the platform. It had two small trapdoor parts. I fiddled around for what seemed like ages and finaly opened the first piece. I needed to open the second piece to have enough room to fit out though. Once I got that I tried pulling myself up. It proved to be a lot harder than it looked. The opening was only just big enough for me to get out and the pieces of wood were starting to break all around me. Im quites scared of heights but for some reason wasnt very scared. Like in the back of my head I knew it was a dream. Finaly I thought it would be better to jump rather than wait for the sticks to break. I jumped from the top and tried to land in the water. I landed half in the water and half on the edge of the island. I was completly fine. The I realised I must be dreaming! I looked at my hand and sprouted out an extra pinky finger and started rubbing my hands together. I knew the spell I wanted to try. I wanted to try binding a sword like in oblivion but I wanted to bind the sword of a character Drizzt Do'Urden Iv been reading about. I called out Bound Drizzt's scimitar! I did the same movement you do in Oblivion when you perform a spell and the sword slowly revealed itself in my hand. I was so stoaked it worked perfectly!!! Iv bween able to spawn things out of my vision but never right infront of my eyes! I then called out bound Daedric armor! I accidentaly closed my eyes. I kept them closed for a moment and felt the armor form over my body. I thought it would be fine and slowly opened my eyes but was back in my room

Tried to wbtb, but then my stomache messed with me. Stayed up too long and had hard night sleeping.

I do vaguely remember that i had a lucid for about 5 seconds.

Went to church. Lots of people there. Can't really remember cos it was before that other dream.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

So, I see these alien people. One is green, the other two aren't(they're like sim aliens ) and I see their normal colored teen kid and his teeth...They are small, crooked, and ugly. He takes this piece of floss...and twines it between his teeth . So, this is when I offer the family a little piece of advice on oral hygiene. I tell them how to brush their teeth. I take my finger and put it on the left side of my tooth, not quite touching it, to show them how. Then they're like, "aren't you supposed to brush the other side of your tooth?" I told them you brush every side, and a tooth brush is a small version of a hair brush. But I see a few toothbrushes in a glass (and we're outside...) and point those out to them. Then, I tell them I'll tell them about flossing later. But then we start walking, and I show them my braces and tell them that they straighten your teeth.

I had this dream because I got up early today to go to the ortho (I'm finally getting them off at the end of Sep., 2 1/2 years, and I'm on the second set . Well, I came home and took a two hour nap because I got up at SEVEN THIRTY!

Eve of easter. Went to a carnival that night where there were lots of school kids. Some people from toroa were there. I wondered round, and I was asked by this chick to ave a go shooting at a screen, aiming to win a prize. I hanged around with her and some other friends of ehrs. My cousin showed up (he one i never see) an she asked about Jen, and told me she talked to Jen's best friend. Then I went looking for Justin, cos I wanted to introduce him to these girls. Couldn't find him. The carnival ended, and we went to our house nect door to the carnival, but there was a large built up wall around the carnival/school grounds so we didn't know what was inside. The rest of the night, lots of poeple came to our house and we socialised and had drinks. I still couldn't find Justin. lATE RHAT NIGHT, i WENT OUTSIDE AND i FOUND MY BROTHER, paaul. He was up t some shady business. He was finding easter eggs before easter had come yet. Shaun was also there, looking for eggs. I started looking, and i found heaps of eggs and put them on the ground. I went into our back yard and found even more. I then found a way into the school grounds and I found lots of eggs inside the buildings. They were realy big eggs as well.