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I was in my house (well, the house was mine in the dream, but not the same as mine in real life). There was one lowered section, where I was, and one raised section, where all the sleeping people were (Mum and Dad specifically). I think it was about 2am. I decided to drive to go eat some pie. I snuck out the house, and went for the drive. It was the first dream I recall having at night time, so that was quite interesting. I drove down the road near my house with the speed bumps, but there were too many people turning left onto the main road, so I went back around the block, and turned left at a different location. I turned in front of a large truck, and had to accelerate quite quickly to avoid it. I don't recall if I ever made it to the pie shop, because the next thing I knew I was back inside, and my Mum was scolding me about needing to book the car in some sort of online form and seek prior permission before taking it out at night. I was being scolded by a post-it-note, rather than in person.

*May recall something about driving near my old school at this point, but don't know specifically*

Emotions Felt:

• Fear (at being caught)
• Excitement (about the pie)
• Frustration (upon waking, at not recognising the weirdness of the dream, and then turning lucid)

Some of my day themes crept into my dream last night. I dreamt that my VPS provider, Linode, had started offering smaller plans for lesser cost (including 78MB of RAM as the smallest). I decided to go for a walk to find their main office, and sign up there (somehow signing up on the web wasn't an option in the dream). I went for a walk, and as it turned out, they had multiple offices along the street - the street was like one out of a "Rocky" movie, where all the houses are kind of similar to apartments, and have stairs going up to their doors. The first office I went into had 3 people lying down on green, flat, dentist chairs. They were being injected with a liquid that put them into a sleep, slowed their perception of reality down by 70 times, and allowed them to recognise that they were dreaming. Effectively, because they were put under for 1 hour, they were being given 70 hour lucid dreams. Once they fell asleep, they had some sort of goggles put over their eyes to increase their visualisation ability. After I saw this, I walked out the building and continued down the street to try and find their main office. I don't think I ever found it. When I walked back past the other building, there were people coming out of it throwing up, presumably as a side effect of the injection. This is all I remember.

Emotions

• None

Setting/Scenario/Atmosphere

• Autumn
• Cool/warm wind (as an emotional feeling/knowing, rather than directly feeling)
• Leaves blowing
• Quiet street
• Mid arvo/early evening (low soft sun)

02.08.2010

Rocket to the Moon. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Not an amazing night. I went to bed thinking in my professional situation and I did not focus a lot on dreams. Three last night. Mostly fragmented:

Third:

A lot happened here, but I cannot remember, only the last piece of the dream.

I was talking with a female DC about something I cannot recall. I was looking for WakingNomad to go together to the moon. I walking with this DC to a place where we found a white rocket that would allow me to go to the moon (I flew tons of times to the moon... I do no need a rocket... why I dreamed that? Go figure... I was not lucid) I did not said to the DC that I was planning to meet WakingNomad. We got inside the rocket. It had several buttons with a lot of lights. I touched a couple of buttons and I heard a very loud alarm. The rocket started to shake.

I finally told the DC that we were going to the Moon to meet with WakingNomad. I told her that we had food and also we had a table with food and 10 full days worth of oxygen. I was unsure about how to return. I woke feeling happy.

Missed Dream Signs:
- Inside a rocket.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Go to the moon and have a Dream Sharing experience with WakingNomad & company (without the rocket though, I fly very easily in my lucids)

02.08.2010

Trumpet induced anesthesia. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Not an amazing night. I went to bed thinking in my professional situation and I did not focus a lot on dreams. Three last night. Mostly fragmented:

Second:

- I was indoors.
- There was a woman that needed surgery.
- The doctor would put her against the wall, but in the next room. The he grabbed a trumped and placed it on the wall. He blew very had and made a very loud noise. I wondered if the insane sound would know the patient off. I opened the door and I saw the patient knocked out by another wall. I realized that the waves pushed her to the back wall. She hit her head and got knocked out. I realized that it was a dangerous way to do it. She started moving so I witnessed it was not a good idea.

This dream was very long, but I lost it. Rarely happens to me, but it did.

Missed Dream Signs:
- The way the doctor trying to induce anesthesia on the patient.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTY.

02.08.2010

Dream discussion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Not an amazing night. I went to bed thinking in my professional situation and I did not focus a lot on dreams. Three last night. Mostly fragmented:

- I was indoors.
- I was talking with other two DC.
- We were seating in a rectangular table. It was pretty big. Dark wood.
- The topic was: Dreams and Dream Recall.
- A female DC said that Dream Recall is not important.
- That DC tried to erase dreams from other DCs minds.
- I felt I had to avoid that happening.

Missed Dream Signs:
- Talking about dreams.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Talk with the female DC and ask her why she said that.

Apparently, this dream follows directly after #118. Also, I'm stealing titles directly from Mike Carey's Lucifer.

07/26/10

Sam and Dean want to kill the devil. I "help".

Sam climbs into the passenger seat of the Impala and slips on the pair of sunglasses resting on the dash. He lets his head fall back onto the seat and rubs his temples. (I marvel over the strange purple glow of our surroundings.) The driver's side door slams shut, and he lifts up his head. Dean has his hands clenched tight on the steering wheel, and stares into the desert horizon with his jaw clenched. Frustration seems to roll off him in waves.

They're back on the road before either of them says anything.

"So," says Dean, "We can either drive to Death Valley, or fly to the Himalayas." His tone makes it clear what he thinks of the idea.

"Death Valley's closer."

Dean raises his eyebrows, "With our luck, do you really think the devil managed to stay stateside?"

"I'd rather go to the Himalayas, personally." I say.

The car almost lurches off the road. Dean twists around in his seat to look at me. "Don't do that."

"We have wooden stakes in the trunk." Sam says mildly. "Trickster."

"When has that ever worked?" I ask. "Anyway, why are we going to the Himalayas?"

"We're not." growls Dean. His eyes are back on the road.

"We're trying to kill the devil." Sam says reasonably.

"Oh," I say, nodding along. "Why?"

"You know," says Dean, "Prevent the apocalypse, save humanity, that kind of thing?"

"There's a system of doors in Tibet that lead into other worlds. A psychic we talked to said that Lucifer left traces in the mountains that are somehow tied to these portals."

"The Nevernever." I say. "Yeah, we should check it out. Keep an eye out for vegan faeries."

"Right, I'm sure they're vicious little buggers," says Dean.

"Oh, they are. Somehow, human flesh satisfies the parameters of their diet."

***

"Nice office," says Dean, flopping gracelessly onto a black leather chair. He puts his feet up onto the desk. Bits of dirt flake off of his shoes onto the polished surface, and I hide a grin.

Sam just looks annoyed.

"Most of the objects in this room move along certain paths," I say, "Like levers. Get the right arrangement and the door will open right up."

"Unless, of course, you know a shortcut." The voice is British, and female, and I turn around to study her.

"Bela." says Dean. "Back from Hell already?"

"Someone had a job for me," she says, holding up a gun and pointing it at him, "And I am very good at my job." She smiles. "By the way, you might want to hurry. I informed security you were here."

Our eyes are drawn to the other hallway, where we hear a door click open. I look back. Bela's gone.

"God-fucking-dammit," says Dean.

"You figure out the combination," I say. "I'll distract him."

I stride into the hallway without looking back. Standing there, looking livid, is a man in a business suit. He's big and round, and his hair is white where he still has any. He slams the door behind him.

"Do you know who I am?" says the man, furious, "Do you know what I could do to you?" He pulls out a gun and points it at me.

"Not much?" I say, pretending to consider. "Relax. We need your door to the Nevernever, and then we'll be out of your hair."

"Impudence!" He snarls, "Just like my youngest son! I'll have you all killed!" He starts ranting about his plan to have me implicated in a gay affair with his son, followed by an elaborate murder-suicide.

I peer around the corner into the main office, since he's not actually paying much attention to me. Like I'd hoped, the Winchesters are gone. I turn back to the man, who by this time is ranting incoherently. I cough politely, hoping to get his attention.

He stops, panting.

"While that's a very... impressive evil plan (and you wouldn't have much trouble framing those two for anything) there is one tiny little flaw."

"And what is that?"

"I don't die."

The old man laughs and raises his hand - only to realize that he's no longer holding the gun. He freezes in shock and I wave a hand, banishing the Corrupt Corporate Executive to the late 51st century. He really won't like it there.

I take Bela's shortcut into the Nevernever, circumventing the need to play with furniture again. I appear at the top of a cliff covered in vegetation, which overlooks a hotel swimming pool and hot tub.

Sam and Dean stand on one side of the pool, facing off against Bela on the other side. I look for a way down, but there isn't one. I resign myself to jumping the fifteen-odd meters, knowing that there's no way for the fall to hurt me. I aim for the tile floor -

Only to land on the very edge of the pool. My feet impact the edge of the tile floor and slip off the edge into the water. I grit my teeth, feeling my dream-body reset itself, and I pull myself back onto the deck.

"You okay?" Asks Sam.

"Fine," I say, standing up and composing myself. "I don't die, as a rule." I notice Dean's weapon is trained on Bela. "Neither will she, you idiot."

As if in response, Bela spits a gob of blood onto the tile.

"Oh," I say, "They gave you a time limit."

"Apparently we're looking for different things," she says, her voice low, "Don't get in my way." She turns around and disappears into the cave system on the other side of the room.

There's a collective breath of relief.

"So," I say, turning to the boys, "Did you have a plan?"

"Find the devil," says Dean, "Shoot him in the head?"

"So, where is the devil?" asks Sam.

"I don't know," I lie with a shrug, "You guys said you wanted to go to the Himalayas."

"You said the devil came here!"

"It's what I'd do," I say innocently. "Anyway, plane tickets are in Sam's backpack. I have to run."

When I disappear, Dean is looking a little green.

***

I find him in a warehouse, beside a cracked-open wooden crate. Empty green wine bottles litter the ground, and Castiel himself - back in his original vessel - is sprawled out on the ground, leaning against the box. He has a half empty wine bottle in one of his hands.

I appear next to the crate, eyeing Castiel thoughtfully. I grab a full bottle and sit down on the concrete, popping the cork with a thought. Castiel's eyes roll up to look at me.

"Bad day at the office?" I ask, clinking my bottle of wine against his.

His face twists into a frown. "Being rescued by Lucifer didn't exactly set me up for a promotion."

"Well, I'd tell you they'll get over it," I say, taking a sip of wine, "But this is Heaven we're talking about. That lot can hold a grudge into eternity."

Castiel snorts. "You're not helping."

"Should I?" I ask, genuinely curious. "You wouldn't accept any advice from me. I'm the Deceiver, after all."

Castiel is quiet for a long time. I go steal chocolate bars from another section of the warehouse.

A Dalliance with the Damned. Scare Factor: 3.

WakingNomad provided the narration for the warehouse scene. Somehow. I think Microsoft Word was open in another window while I was experiencing the scene itself.

Also, I've somehow rewritten Season 4 of Supernatural subconsciously. So yeah.

P.S. I make up most of my dialogue. I don't remember the exact wording, so I improvise. I am a vile, evil attention-monger, I tell you.

I feel like I'm writing bad fanfiction subconsciously. I find it interesting that in the past two months I've had several dreams that carry on from previous ones.

Also, more Lucifer.

07/23/10

Castiel gets captured. I offer to help with the rescue.

"Let him go, you bitch!" I shout.

"Oh, Dean," says Lilith. "You don't understand. You've already lost."

I hate losing.

I throw myself back through the dream, back through the sewers that lead to the Hellmouth, zooming back over flooded streets and abandoned rafts and into a warehouse that I fought my way through not long ago.(1)

I arrive before Sam and Dean Winchester ever found themselves ambushed here, taking up precious time in our search. I can't afford that loss again.

A man is kneeling on the floor at the center of the warehouse. His face and arms are bare, and I can see designs swirling everywhere on his exposed flesh in patterns of black and blue. The tattooed man paints symbols on the floor, dipping his fingers into a wooden bowl filled with something red and sticky.



"Damian Masters." I say tonelessly. My voice reverberates through the building. Damian stands up, startled, and I step out of the shadows.

"Who are you?" He rasps, panicked.

"Have you ever heard the name 'Samael'?" I ask him.

He shakes his head.

"I'm an angel." I manage to say it with a straight face.

Damian falls to the ground and bows his head. I try not to let my irritation show. "What can I do?"

"We have need of Dean Winchester," I say importantly. "Allow him to leave. Kill the other one."

"Of course," he breathes, "The boy with the demon blood."

I walk across the room, deliberately scuffing the blood sigil where it won't be noticed. I roll my eyes. "So mote it be." I say in a mocking tone.

***

Dean steps onto the oversized raft, stumbling a little as it bobs under his weight. He turns around and catches the knife Sam throws at him. He breathes out slowly once he catches his balance again. (2)

"Watch it, Sam. I don't want to go diving for this stuff." He rubs his eyes and sighs. "Be careful."

"You're doing the dangerous part," says Sam, rolling his eyes. "I'm just casting the spell here because it's on the right ley lines."

"Other people thought so, too," warns Dean. "That blood on the floor still looks fresh."

"Get on with it, Dean. Castiel's not getting out of Hell on his own."

Dean unties the rope from the pier and casts off, sending his brother a sarcastic two-finger salute. Sam grins and salutes back. He only watches Dean drift off for a moment, carried by the current through the flooded city. He picks up a canvas bag and spreads its contents over a table, ready to start the ritual.

He gets so caught up in his task that he almost ignores the little warning voice that goes off in his head. He dodges to the side as a fireball slams into the table, sending his ritual ingredients up in flames. Sparing no time for disappointment, he runs over to where the guns should be, only to find them... gone.

He turns around to face the other man. The tattooes on his face and arms, Sam thinks, they probably let him manipulate energy. The man's face is twisted into a triumphant grin, and Sam looks down, realizing he's at the center of the blood sigil on the floor. The tattooed man raises a hand, covered in glowing swirls, and presses it to the concrete.

***

His raft floats through the flooded city, guided by a spellbound current. The shadows of buildings jut out of the water, reaching toward the orange sky as if in their death throes. Barnacles cling to the rotting and rusting wood and steel. Some of the buildings have collapsed in on themselves, leaving twisted metal sitting low to the water. Dean steers carefully around them.



"Dean Winchester, yeah?"

Dean spins around with the knife raised. "Yeah? And who are you?"

The boat tips a little, and I look back at him, unimpressed. "I'm here to help," I say with a smile. "You can call me Lucy. Things will get confusing, otherwise."

"Really. Okay, Lucy," says Dean, "Why should I trust you?"

"You probably shouldn't," I tell him honestly, "But I owe Castiel a favour, and I pay my debts."

Dean eyes me suspiciously, but he lowers the knife.

"Excellent." I say. "Now, we have a problem."

"Of course we do."

"Castiel's vessels have gone missing."

"His vessel? The guy he's possessing?"

"The daughter as well. You haven't met them yet?"(3) I receive an uncomprehending stare as my answer. "Whatever. He needs a vessel, and you're it." A pause. "Don't look at me like that, it's only temporary."

"Why not you?" asks Dean, "That'd be a good way to pay back your 'debt', wouldn't it?"

"How many humans do you know that can teleport onto a raft in the middle of nowhere?" I ask impatiently. "I'm an occupied vessel; it doesn't work that way."

Dean is silent as I latch onto the decorative post of a balcony and bring the raft to a stop. "We're hee-ere," I sing-song quietly, stepping onto the concrete deck. Dean shoots me a look, hand hovering near the gun concealed under his jacket.

We step through the archway, into a cobblestone hallway filled with rot and mold. Dean's nose scrunches in distaste, but I can't smell anything. A rusted metal ladder is built into the opposite wall, and I make a motion towards it. Be my guest.

Dean eyes the ladder. "I thought we were going into the sewers."

"We are." I confirm. Dean looks at me askance, and I roll my eyes. "We're walking towards a gateway to Hell! You can't expect reality to work properly."

Dean makes a disbelieving noise, but moves to the ladder and starts climbing up it. I follow a few seconds behind, looking up to track Dean's progress.

Wow. Those are some really nice jeans.

Climbing up brings us a level down, and we trudge through muddy water and orange-lit brick until we find an opening in the wall. Dean and I stand on either side of it, catching our breath and shaking out our shoes.

"Are you ready?" I ask. "Lilith's on the other side."

"Ready as I'll ever be." Dean shoots me a grin. We step through the opening.

It's bright. The gateway is orange-white, shedding the room with stark light and bleaching out the red brick. Lilith stands near the doorway, hands clasped loosely over her white dress. Her blonde hair flutters in a non-existant breeze.

I squint against the light. "Claire Novak?" I say incredulously. "Oh, irony of ironies. Nice one, Lilith."



The little girl smiles pleasantly. "I thought it was fitting, using an angelic vessel as my own." She holds a hand up to the light, studying her fingers. "It was actually quite simple to burn out the angelic protections."

"You're borrowing from Azazel." I muse, "His bastardising the Winchester line."

"Demon blood," snaps Dean. "Can we get on with it? If this is a seal, what did you need an angel for?"

"An angel?"

"Castiel." I supply helpfully.

Lilith laughs, her voice clear and deceptively innocent. "Oh, of course," she says, "Heaven has him, and I have no more need of opening seals. Lucifer walks the earth."

"What?"

"Castiel's superiors were unhappy with his exercising free will," I state calmly. "They're currently re-educating him."(4)

Dean rounds on me. "Whose side are you on?"

"Huh. Good question. I'm still going to need at least one of the vessels." I say to Lilith.

"Can we go back to the bit where Lucifer is free?"

"Dean, your presence is extraneous at the moment," I say, tilting my head sideways as I look at Lilith's teenage meatsuit. "Shut up."

Dean looks about ready to hit me, but I wave a hand and he collapses.

"My lord?" says Lilith carefully.

"Not today." I say, "Tell me, what is it you're after?"

"The end of all things." She responds immediately. "The apocalypse, which you are destined to bring about." (5)

I smile as I approach her. "Destiny," I say, placing a hand on her head, "Is bullshit."

Lilith's demonic form - grey and wispy and spiralling out of control - is forced out of Claire Novak's body. The light grey smoke hurtles toward the Hellmouth, screaming. It stills a second, pulling with all its might against the vortex, before succumbing to the orange-white light, falling back into Hell. The gate closes, dousing the room in shadow.

I will definitely regret doing that at some point.

I push the thought from my mind. In the next moment, I'm pulling on an incorporeal thread, tearing Castiel away from the torments of Heaven and back into human form. Blinding white light fills the room once more, before focusing on the girl.

Castiel opens her eyes.

"Lucifer," she says magnanimously.

I grin. "Hey, Cas. You should probably go rescue your other vessel. And Sam Winchester. Dean's fine," I say, seeing Castiel look over at the unconscious man.

There's an awkward pause.

"Why did you -"

"You let me go." I say, "Now we're even." (6)

I disappear without another word.

Castiel stares at the spot for a moment, before going over to Dean and tapping him on the forehead.

***

When Castiel appears back at the warehouse, supporting a groggy Dean Winchester, Sam is leaning against a table with his arms crossed, facing the tattooed man. The man is currently trussed up and tied to a chair, his head lolling at an awkward angle. Sam doesn't take his eyes off him.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Dean demands, inconspicuously taking his weight off of Castiel's shoulders.

"I have no idea," says Sam, "He attacked me, tried to activate a blood sigil." In response to Dean's worried look, Sam shrugs. "It didn't work," he says, "The outer circle was broken."

"Well, that was lucky," says Dean, sounding suspicious. "Anyway, we've got bad news. Cas?" He looks around, only to realize that Castiel is already gone. "Damn it."

Devil in the Gateway. Scare Factor: 4.

1. This dream continued on from a previous one that I don't properly recall. I think I was Dean. Sam and I fought Masters, the tattooed man in the warehouse, but it slowed us down considerably. Sam still stayed behind to do the ritual, but it completely screwed things up for us. When I replayed the dream, I kept Masters from attacking Dean, and sabotaged the ritual at the same time. I think.

2. A good portion of this dream was in the third person. My character wasn't spying so much as I was watching cutscenes.

3. Supernatural 4x20 "The Rapture", which aired over a year ago. We meet Castiel's human host, Jimmy Novak, and his family. Claire, the daughter, is briefly possessed as well.

4. Actually happened in the TV series. Same episode.

5. This was Lilith's motivation in Mike Carey's Lucifer comic series.

6. I can't believe I remembered that. According to this dream, Castiel let me beat him in our last fight. I resent the implication.

In other complaints, why is teleporting so easy during non-lucids?

Also, I haven't been online much for the past couple of weeks. Summertime! I'll do my best to get caught up with everyone's DJ entries.

similarities in bold.

From Raven knights DJ:

Vegeta came over closer to MoSh, his gigantic dragon right there with him, somehow in spite of the dragon's size he was moving very silently, so when MoSh turned around to see Vegeta the dragon was practically on top of him which clearly alarmed MoSh. MoSh stared at the dragon briefly before turning and heading quickly over closer to my golden charizard, saying he would stick with that size.

Vegeta looked at MoSh, then at the huge dragon behind him, and said the only reason MoSh would want to ride that dragon would be if MoSh was suicidal. MoSh said he didn't want to be anywhere near Vegeta's dragon. Vegeta told him to cut that out, the dragon is a sweetie as long as you don't try to ride 'im. Vegeta told MoSh to feed his dragon something and they could be best friends. MoSh fed something to the dragon, who seemed quite pleased with that, and nuzzled MoSh looking for more. Of course when that big a dragon nuzzles you, it is likely that you fall over… which MoSh did.


My dream:

Llama Dragon

I remember coming to a fence in some weird farm. There was a tiny llama behind the fence. I went in there to look at it. and suddenly the Llama was on the opposite side of the fence and now it was big like a dragon. It had white fur. I was shocked and ran a bit. It started coming through the gate. Someone said that I should feed it and it would be friendly. I saw a plate with a fried egg or something on it and then i fed it to the Llama dragon.

I was around a lot of girls from camp and we were taking topless pictures on horses just like the america's next top model episode i watched that day. I got a horse with a huge black guy who said 'what' when i stared at him, and one of my girl friends. When we were standing in line waiting to get on the horses i remember realizing i was in a dream for a little while and i think i was starting to lucid dream, but i didnt really do anything about it except freak out like ohhmygoshiminadream..and then looked around..and then the dream just kept going. Next I was at a supermarket with my mom and everyone was staring at me and giving me dirty looks because i was still topless, and i also had to go to the bathroom so we walked to the back of the store and i tried to go into a bathroom that said supervisor on the door but someone was yelling at me saying i couldnt go in there but i shut the door anyway, and the lights wouldnt turn on so i ran out and went in to the womens public bathroom next to it and put on my bra and pulled down a shirt that was just happened to appear around my neck, and then a little boy i didnt know came in and said the manager who had yelled at me before wanted to see me, so i ran out without peeing and he was really smug with me like i had done something wrong and i was like can you tell me what i did wrong because i have no idea, and then he said something about no security cameras being in the bathrooms, like i had stolen something, and i told him he could search my bag but he let me go.*

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 began the backyard of my current house. My home is a fairly big one-story, with a darker red brick exterior, large white windows, and a glass mosaic covering a curved part of the front of the house. Our backyard is simple: a patio with lighter wood, with a few short steps leading down into the yard. All there is is grass, with one tree in the right-hand corner. To the left and right are neighbor's fences. In the dream, it was the same as this.

The atmosphere was nice; it was just beginning to get dark. The sun was a few inches above the horizon, but there was no typical colors of a sunset. The sun was just there.

I was walking aimlessly along the edge of the patio. There was no railing or siding, so if one were to fall, it would be a two or three feet drop. After a minute or so of this, I decided to go back inside. Unfortunately there wasn't a door leading from the patio into the house, so I had to walk all the way around and use the front door. There was a fairly narrow path along the side of the house, accented by one rusty blue-gray pipe, which I took. I then went inside the white front doors.

I decided to go downstairs and chill out, maybe watch a movie. I ended up walking down the stairs, into the basement of a house I used to live in, four years ago. I can remember the basement very clearly, as my bedroom was down there. The stairs went straight down, into an open basement with white Berber carpet. There was a set of green suede chairs a few feet from the stairs, with a large flat screen TV in front of them, around 42 inches or so. The lights were off, and there was only a dim light emitting from the TV as I walked town the stairs. But this didn't bother me.

As soon as I reached the couches, the dream skipped a little bit. I found myself curled up on one of the couches, with a baby blue-colored throw on me. In my mind, I knew that I had just woken up from a nap, which in the dream I never saw myself actually go into. I never saw actually myself get onto the couch either.

The lights were still off, as well as the television, except for one small blue light in the lower left-hand corner. I started to get a bit nervous. I thought, "why isn't my mom down here?" for some odd reason. Maybe in the dream, she did something and I was expecting her to be there. Who knows. I groggily got up, and beside me, there was now a small side table. It was a darker sort of wood, almost cherry, and it had a digital clock on it. I looked at it, like it had always been there, and realized it was turned off. I thought this was strange, too. So, I went back up the stairs to check more clocks. Outside, the sky was realistically darker than before, but not as black as night yet. I checked a white, rectangular-shaped clock by the front door, and it was off, no power. I went into my sister's room, and her small pink alarm clock was off as well.

By now I was quite bewildered, but then I realized that I was dreaming. Just to make sure, I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it, and I could. Then I checked out my fingers. Everything was fine, all five fingers were on my left hand, but there was an extra finger sticking out of the middle of my palm. It scared me a bit, but I laughed it off and told myself it may be creepy, but it was still just a dream.

I decided instantaneously to waste the dream eating stuff, because I hadn't done that in a while. In the middle of the dimly lit hallway, I summoned a fancy table covered in a white table cloth, topped with a platter of nanaimo bars. I simply turned around to face behind myself and expected it to be there.

I picked one up and put the whole thing in my mouth, chewing slowly. It wasn't the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten in a dream, but it was still very good (although the yellow custard in the middle was a bit sandy-textured).

★★★

Fragment

Something about Commander Chakotay from Voyager having a strange growth on his neck.

Classroom fun

I was in some weird classroom in the shape of a hallway. All the desks were on the side of the hallway. The teacher was handing out papers. she handed a pile where each person took one and then passed it on. I was sitting at the end with someone. After a while we noticed we didn't get our papers. So i walked down the row of desks to figure out who didn't pass on the paper. I found some guy who looked stoned with papers all over his desk. It didn't look like he knew what he was doing, or that he even cared. He didn't mind that i took them and started handing them out to the rest of the class. Haley approached me.. or was it Asuka? were they merged?. anyway she said "I want one now" with a big smile on her face. I said to wait until she gets her turn. She tackled me to the floor and started laughing "I want mine now" she kept repeating. We were both laughing as we knocked over a desk.

Sky

I am walking down an alleyway with someone. I can see the stars in the sky and can clearly see the planet mars in the sky. It is like a bright star. I notice two planes are hovering near one another as if they Pilots are talking to one another. Then i see the planes fly off.

Me and the person go to someone's house to visit them. It's some guy with a ery large TV screen. All I remember is that on the TV screen he was chatting with Raven Knight on skype.

all i remember is having some guns from HALO 2, a red one and a black one with glowing white dots.

regular dreams: 7-31-10

I was up north and I only recorded some dreams from one night. The other nights I didn't get that much sleep from staying up so late so I don't remember anything else.

Criss Angel

Criss Angel was signing autographs or something at a white table. I came up to the table to greet him and he gave me a box filled with small presents. He told me that I was the winner of some contest because I sent him an email telling him how much I love his show(yea, I did that in real life..). I wanted him to hug me but instead my sister leaned over the table and Criss just gave her a small half-hug and I didn't get one.

Obama Knows Everything- Even Dog Chow Ingredients/Brands

Me and a friend were at some drugstore and the president showed up. He needed to buy some dog food so he went over to some shelves that had dog food and a bunch of people were following him. He was acting all smart and explaining the difference of dog food brands and the nutrients and stuff in them. He seemed to just know everything.. Then he bought something and went off to catch a flight. Sometime in this dream me and my friend were chasing a dead girl.. or something...

I was in an isolated portion of the ocean with some other people. We were part of a class that was about dolphins. The teacher was an older fellow. Each person in the class had to choose a specific type of dolphin to have as their partner. In order to choose your dolphin partner, you had to draw a zig-zag pattern down the dolphins back. I found a dolphin I wanted, and drew the pattern, but it ended up disappearing. So at this point there were only two dolphins left for me to choose, one really disfigured one and one that was more like an otter. The teacher described the second dolphin as being not actually a dolphin, but rather a wolf-like ancestor to the modern dolphin. The teacher then asked me what was in the ocean, and I said bottlenose dolphins. He said that he thought I would be better suited working with a bottlenose dolphin. So I left the isolated area of the ocean and entered the larger ocean. At that point I noticed my dad standing on a jungle-gym-esque contraption in the water. I looked back in the direction of the all-elusive bottlenose dolphin, but I ended up waking up.

Gotta play catch up again. I've been so busy these last few days!

Also, it's important to note that I'm adding a new color! Purple now indicates semi-lucidity.

7/31/10

1- Slave to my Own Bloodlust
Poetry usually comes so naturally to me... And this is about Artemis. It should be easy. So why am I struggling? I am frantically trying to get a few more words down before class starts, when I am interrupted by the janitor. He wants me and several other students to accompany him on a brief errand. I readily follow, hoping that the trip takes longer than planned. Anything to get out of admitting that my homework isn't finished.

Upon returning, I head slowly for the door--- when I realize that I left all my stuff in the janitor's van! When I hurry back to retrieve it, I am somewhat disconcerted to find that the creepy ghost kid who haunts the school has stolen it. Great. That means a trip down to the basement.

The kid is not pleased to see me. I spend a considerable amount of time trying not to die before I finally manage to retrieve my bookbag and split. I missed English completely. "Oops."

*time lapse*

I am walking down the hallway when my former Master, a Gorgon-like lady named Tybanta Silbane, appears in the mirror. Apparently she's still a bit PO'd about me ripping her eyes out and then ignoring her whenever she tried to contact me. "Did you think you could escape me so easily, Hazel?" she hisses. "You underestimate me. However, I'm willing to give you one last chance. Repent, and become my slave once more, and your life shall be spared."

My answer is a savage kick to the mirror, shattering her image and sending glass everywhere. Maybe now she'll get it through her thick, snakey head that I work for no one but myself.

She may be annoying, but she's still a Goddess. Her wrath is rather frightful on a dark night. Fortunately, I have lucidity on my side to quell the fear.

*time lapse*

Now only semi-lucid, walking with the baseball team to Silbane's lair. They have practically reached cult-hood in their near worship of her, and she gives them plenty of drugs to keep them happy. My brother is afraid that he will be turned to stone by her gaze. "She's not really a Gorgon," I tell him, "but her eyes are her strength. Slashing them out is your best bet if she comes after you."

Inside, she has her place set up like a fortune-teller's tent at a carnival. The words "Tybanta Silbane, the Magnificent," are written in elaborate letters across the table where she sits. Her only acknowledgement of my presence is a slight, sinister smirk. She plans to kill me.

The baseball team is standing in line, and she gives them each a shot of some kind of drug. Soon I am at the front. I know that my shot will not be as enjoyable as the others'. Just as she is about to inject the venom into my veins, I duck out of the way and deftly grab two sewing needles from a nearby basket, jabbing them violently into the dark Goddess's eyes. As she screeches in rage, I then proceed to chop her to pieces.

After the deed is done, I realize that I am sad to see her go. We had never really gotten along from the start, but deep down we had enjoyed each other's company.

I shouldn't have worried, though. Goddesses never stay dead for long.