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This dream is too sad in the beginning to go into much detail . We are on this outdoor round table with an umbrella on it, way in the back right corner of our large yard.So, my mom and my friend, the same one that was talking about what I say that is wrong, are telling me stuff like I need more excercise and I need to eat better. I tell them that I try to go on a walk every day, even if I didn't that much last week. I don't like to walk alone. Well, it was very humiliating having my FRIEND say this about me. What they were saying sounded SO unlike what they would say IRL, especially my friend, I started yelling at them, and I became lucid. As I became lucid, I started to fly a little above the table looking at them in disgust. Then, I decided I'd let my friend come with me. It was just my dream, she would never say that IRL! So, we are flying, and I am, like I do by default and I decided in the dream I wanted to do anyway, finding a cute guy . We are flying to houses to see if anyone is there, and cute teenage guys. We go into one house where my friend says her boyfriend lives, and says that he has a brother. I look at him, and I'm all "eh..". So, I don't say anything, but we continue to fly.

Now, I see this house. This house looks simish, because I can see into it . It looks creepy and I don't see anyone in it...so we continued on. I could feel myself not being able to fly well anymore. Well, I found out the perfect solution. To flap my arms a bit, but then put my left arm out and think in my head "SHOOOM". And shoom we did. I see this other house the "sim way", and there are no walls and no outside to it. I see some bedrooms, I think the beds were purples and reds and blues, maybe pinks. But I saw no one inside, and woke up.

I had signed up to be an astronaut. I dont remember the liftoff, but I remember being in the rocket shortly after it. It was me and 2 other guys on our way to the moon. One of the other guys had to go injo cryogenic sleep. He was the one that was landing on the moon ( Me and the other guy werent for some reason) I dont really remember but I think something went wrong and we werent able to land on the moon.
The aftermath was the biggest part of the dream. We had all gotten home safely but everything in our lives went wrong after that. We had "a couple of diamonds" according to a narration I heard. But our families hated us for some reason. My aunt had threatened me for some reason and nobody seemed to give a rats hat that I had just come from space. Thats all I remember, I wish I could remember the parts about the cryogenic sleep.

Shooting squirrels with bb gun. Eyes fall off. Decapitated with a cinder block

dead mans eye ball. jumped out of airplane. Talked my way in. Crawled under building. Found body and got eye.
Ran. Hills. Chased. Wiccans in a circle around fire. Burned eye ball. Chaser saves half burned eye.

Painting house blue. Trying to force it white.

Bj on toliet with R. Strange sign in car. Letters missing. Makes it funny.

I was on a train with my mom and my brother and I was on my way to school. We sat across from a girl and her mom. The girl looked about my age. We went on the same way for a few days sitting across from the girl and her mom for a few days but never paying attention to them (I think we werent suppsed to talk to anyone on the train, or anywhere for that matter). One day on the way off the train, the girl slipped a note into my hand. It said "I love you."
I didnt really know what to think. I saw her the next day on the train. We didn't look at each other a whole lot, but I could tell she was thinking about me. The rest of the dream was quite hazy, but I know that we met in a bathroom and kissed. I really wish I could remember more details, my favorite dream by far

I dreamed of cooking food... corn on the cob, lasagna, cheesy garlic bread. I was at my grandmothers house. We spoke about what veggies go with what main courses and, for some reason, I had to explain what cheesy garlic bread is.

In another dream, I wrote down 2 names. They both started with "V" and were really cool names, but I don't recall what they were. From those 2 names, I created manuscript outline

In another dream, I was a guy. I was with 2 other people in a very remote location. We had to set up some sort of machine that sort of hovered above a rock and read the terrain for miles. It also located weaknesses in the earths crust and minerals. It was set up in a cave and there was an area we could dig just feet away. A woman hit the area with a shovel and the ground crumbled more than anticipated and put the mission and our lives at jeopardy.

In another dream, I spoke to a teacher of my youngest daughter. It was the last 2 weeks of school and he had to shuffle her schedule around some because he was going to be unavailable during the last week.

My family was in a car and my dad was driving. We were driving in some big empty building. My dad was driving full speed towards a wall. I figured he would stop at the last second, but he didnt, and we burst through the wall, but it didnt even slow us down a bit. We kept driving through a few more walls when we came to a wall that was on fire. My dad said he couldnt drive through this one, and he was mad that he couldnt destroy any more walls
Funny dream lol

I was in some sort of trailer park and I thought that I had stopped time, but there wasnt any frozen people or stopped cars or anything that would normally move. I walked around trying to confirm that I had stopped time. I was pretty convinced until I noticed that I was being followed by a boy on a red bike. Lets call him Charlie. Anyways me and Charlie walked around the trailer park for a while. I still kinda though I did stop time, so I jumped off a small hill to see what affect gravity had on me. I closed my eyes, jumped, and landed on my feet. Charlie did the same thing. I was pretty much convinced I hadnt stopped time by then.

I was in a big city (like NYC) and I was hanging out with my friends Cody and Jon. I dont remember much of this part except Cody had super powers (I think he was a giant) and Jon asked if he could have a ride home from school (which he does in real life) and if we could occasionally bring him to Kingston for his modified soccer games.
The next dream I remember was in a theme park (Sheesh whats up with all my dreams taking place in a theme park lately?) The first thing I remember was somebody telling me to get my hair cut (typical ) Next thing i remember was walking barefoot though a shallow pool that was part of the path and it had fish in it.
The last part of the dream was the lucidity
Me and my mom were going through a gift shop and I felt a very strange feeling of Deva Vu. I knew it was a dream I thnik that in the dream i went back in time without knowing, but now i knew what was going to happen (something bad i think) and i wanted to change it. We went up to the register to make our purchase and then my mom said "are you ready to go?" I wanted to change the future so i said "Yes, this time my way"
I was about to shoot a guy (with my hands) but then I woke up =(

Clearness:10
Lucidity:Very low
Sleep:Good

ANOTHER night of terrible recall. It took me half an hour just to drag out of my mind the memory of not getting my summer homework done in time. There was also something about tearing a little creature figurine (a life-like one, with blood) apart with a small hook.

I remember a failed DEILD attempt, also. I made it into full SP, and I was thinking that I'd surely remember a lucid if I had one. Then it suddenly started feeling like a creature was attempting to claw its way out of my stomach. I knew it wasn't real, but it felt freaky as hell! I couldn't move, I couldn't struggle against the SP. I managed to stay calm, though. I lost consciousness shortly afterwards.

This was the most important dream.

I was in a small room. It had white portal-like walls. I wasn't lucid but I played around with some portals there. On was down to my right on the wall and the other one behind me a bit higher. I had like different objects I threw through the portal near the ground. Then I found a glitch sort of. If I acted as if I was going to throw the thing through the portal but stopped the last second a copy would come out of the other portal. I could basically create replicates.

I also had a 1 second lucid dream. I had the same dream twice and as I noticed that I became lucid and woke up. Tried to DEILD but didn't work.

I've been having a dry spell the for a while now. My recall seems to work pretty good though.

Well to start off my Dream journal for Lucid Dreams I should start of with my first non-Lucid that I recall for that month which is June...

Dream 1
6 June 2010
Sunday

I dreamt I was in a factory's parking lot, running from someone with a women who was attractive and had long Black curly hair. Next thing I knew we were fighting a bunch of bad guy gremlins who were working for the guy who was chasing us. These gremlins are like the ones in that move "Gremlins" ( I know surprise surprise right) . Then I saw a policeman who was old and slightly overweight who was assisting us in battling the gremlins. The cop shot the second in command of the bad guys. The second in command looked like your typical gangster but with short messy hair that was brown he also Looked dirty then out of no where someone shot the cop and he was down. The beautiful women who I was fighting alongside with was starting to search for the shooter of the cop. What I also noticed was that even the second in command was crouching like the gremlins and the Gremlins acted like gangsters as well. Then the leader came out of no where, he wore a long brown trench coat. Did I forget to mention that this battle was in my garage. We then were at the factory again when the leader appeared. Though now there millions of Brainwashed human workers and billions of gremlins to fight. The leader mocked us and said we were trapped like a typical villain would. He also said we can't leave forever ,we tried to fight our way out but like he said we can't leave so we couldn't leave.

The End

Dream signs: -Women who had long black hair
-Factory
-My Garage
-Policeman
-Cell phone ( there was a cell phone some where)
- My best Friend.

I was in a strange place. I looked around to see where I was. I was in a strange city. I looked around and I saw that I was in a space between two buildings. I looked out on the street and saw this city appeared to be populated by orcs. They were moving quickly from building to building, talking to each other only briefly before moving on. I saw that there seemed to be a lot of orcs near one building. I wondered what was happening over there. I wondered how the orcs would react if a human was suddenly found among them. I hesitated for a few minutes due to that, but for some reason I felt ok about going out onto the street, into the open. I felt ok about it, as if doing that would not put me in any danger. I stepped out onto the street and headed for the building where all of the activity seemed to be taking place.

As I walked across the street I noticed that the orcs were noticing my presence. They were turning to look, appearing very curious about me. None of them seemed hostile, though. They just seemed curious. I reached the building where all the activity was with no interference. When I got there I saw that the orcs were rushing in and out of the building. None of them were paying much attention to me. I looked into the building. There were orcs in beds everywhere. They looked to be in various stages of injury, They were all being tended to by doctors or healers… When I got in there, one of the orcs came over and quickly ushered me outside. She followed me off to the side of the door. She said the hospital was very busy, so unless I needed medical help, could provide aid, or needed aid, please stay out of the way. I asked what was going on. She smiled, then she turned and walked away.

I still wanted to know what was going on. I wondered who could tell me something about what was happening. While I didn't feel any hostility, I did feel an intense sense of urgency. I walked down the street towards someone who looked like they were in charge. Just as I was getting close to him, however, another orc came running up. This one was female. She said there was another attack force approaching. The male orc looked very disturbed by that. He said they didn't have any more warriors to send. He said most of them were too badly injured from the last attack… and those who weren't injured were completely exhausted. There was no way they could handle another attack… This sounded like a possible DDO quest. I would have to find out more. At thinking of it as a DDO quest, I stopped for a moment… DDO? Tigress does RC's when playing DDO… so I would do that, too. I did a RC and found out I was dreaming. But my goal was still the same. Find out what was going on.

I asked who was attacking. The woman looked at me strangely. She said the trolls, of course… I asked what she meant. She asked if I had just dropped from the sky… the troll army, they were attacking again. She said I had gotten myself into the wrong place… there was no way their defenses could handle another attack. I asked how many trolls. She said there appeared to be well over a thousand trolls… their biggest assault yet… And then there were the traitors who had fled the city to join with the enemy. She said hope was lost. I said no, it wasn't. I told her I would just have to intercept them. She said there was no way I could do that alone. I told her not to worry, there was an army ready to move in. An army? She asked an army of how many? I thought for a bit… I said definitely 256, I was expecting it would be 512, maybe as many as 1024. She asked if I didn't know how large my own army was. I said it depended on how many they had managed to gather up. She said maybe they should save themselves and run. She said full grown orcs couldn't match strength with a troll… and no offense, but an orc is much stronger than a human.

The orc that looked like he was in charge interrupted the woman. He said if the humans wanted to go out and get themselves killed in battle, then that is to be commended. It is much better to be killed in battle than to live in fear. The woman said that it is also foolish to go into a battle when you know you can't win. The leader said it was, in the end, up to the humans what they wanted to do. He said if my army of humans could hold the attacking hoards off just long enough for them to get the injured, the very young, and the very old to safety they would be extremely grateful and would make sure my army and I were well rewarded. He added that if we were in need of supplies… armor, weapons, rations, their resources would be at our disposal. It is well known that orc armor and weapons are among the best, although humans probably would have little use for orc rations… except for the mead… I told him not to worry, we were already well equipped. I asked where the trolls approached from. He said the south. I said perfect, we would have no problems intercepting them. With that I headed for the gate to the city.

I took flight, much to the surprise of the orcs around me, and flew over the gate and headed south. There were, indeed, hoards of trolls. I saw some orcs mixed in with them. I landed in front of the hoard. I landed near the one who appeared to be the general. I walked right over to him. I asked him if there was any possibility of them turning around and going home so things wouldn't have to get ugly. He and several others around him laughed. He said this stupid human amused him… so if I wanted to live, he was going to give me to the count of 10 to get out of his sight.

"All the way to 10?" I asked mockingly, "I'm impressed. I didn't realize trolls could count that high." The general glared at me and said I was no longer amusing him. I told him if he turned his forces around and left immediately, no one would get hurt. He said I would be wishing no one had been hurt. He took out his sword and tried to run me through. His sword hit my Witchblade armor, which formed instantly. The troll was quite surprised by that. I said if he was surprised by that, wait until he got a load of what was coming up next. I was about to focus on my multiplication spell when I saw there was another human there with me. It was Tigress. She asked what was going on. I motioned towards the army of trolls and orcs. I said if she wanted to help, just go ahead and kill something. In fact, kill lots of somethings. The trolls laughed some more. I guess the idea of Tigress killing lots of them was very amusing to them. Tigress multiplied. There was a paladin version of herself in shining armor with a large glowing sword… a rogue version of herself which was a halfling and had a dagger dripping with poison… and a fighter version of herself which was a warforged and was carrying two nasty looking swords… and that was in addition to her normal self.

So now I focused on the song Divide by Disturbed. 2… 4… 8… 16… 32… 64… 128… 256… That's where I normally stop. I saw that all of Tigress had dispersed into the enemy army, killing as she went through them. I thought I saw the pally split into two pallies, so Tigress wasn't done dividing, either. So even as the trolls attacked all of my clones, I continued multiplying… I wanted to push the limit. Another split… 512 of me. Every part of my mind seemed to be consumed by a different part of the fight. Cutting down a troll here, running my Witchblade sword through an orc there… There were still so many more trolls than there were of us… Should I keep dividing? I wasn't sure what would happen… I decided I had better not chance it until I knew for sure 512 would work well… So the fight continued. Having 512 of me was rather disorienting, but since all of us were focused on the same task, that made it easier. All of us were utilizing our Witchblade swords to cut down trolls and orcs wherever we found them.

Then I noticed something… one of the orcs had put his sword through one of my clones! His sword had managed to penetrate her Witchblade… I wondered how that was possible. Had dividing the Witchblade that many times made it less effective? My Witchblade spoke to me in my mind, saying the others were not as strong due to the dividing… but the original me still had a fully effective Witchblade. I felt the energy from the clone return to me. Ok… 511 of me… The fight was intense, and disorienting as I tried to direct each of my clones at the same time. A couple more clones went down, but that was nowhere near the number of trolls to fall. Soon the field was littered with dead trolls and also some fallen orc traitors. Only Tigress and I were left… there were 64 Tigresses and 486 of me.

Tigress looked around at all of the Ravens standing around her. She asked if I could have made any more of me. I said yeah, I thought I could have, but I stayed with 512 for now. The next step up from 256. Both of us absorbed our clones back into ourselves and surveyed the area. Nothing but death. Tigress started an intense fire. She said many of the bodies would burn, and create fertilizer for the earth… and the ones that don't burn will feed the scavengers of the wilderness. I looked at the burning carcasses and thought that was the first time those trolls and orcs would ever be useful to anyone. I was looking at the flames when I woke.

I was in some place with lots of people, lining up to get something. It was a dictionary or dinner or something. Most people usually took ages but I was an exception. Everyone was wearing some weird tag and getting impatient.
I was also making videos. I think I was considering putting them on YouTube. I was thinking that I really needed a camcorder to do this though, especially as I wanted one of them to be from the perspective of a shoe.
I was talking to someone about something. Oh yes, I remember now. There was some book being read out loud or it was some radio station adnd there were these things of outer space and people talking and some were showcasing the Swedish language.
There was a woman that spoke it fairly well (she was a beginner) and I think I managed to understand her.

06/16/2010

The problem with world-class assassins is that everyone wants to kill each other.



An old woman hums tunelessly, pushing her squeaking cart along the grey-flecked tiles. Her nails tap tap tap against the stainless steel handle, along with a beat only she can hear. She slows the cart down, the wheels shrieking their protest, and smiles at the young man behind the desk, pointing to the ID clipped to her shoulder. He glances up, looking bored, and barely glances at the ID before waving her along.

The hospital room is single-occupancy, dim and empty except for the bedridden patient. He wakes up from a doze, looks at the woman in scrubs as she enters the room. She slides a platter off of the food cart and slides it onto the tray sitting across his bed.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Burke?" The woman smiles.

"Horrible," he manages, glancing up blearily as she injects something into his IV. "Anything good to eat?"

"Of course, dear. There's tuna sandwiches, if you like those."

He perks up a bit, and nibbles at the sandwich. It's decent for hospital food, he decides. He'll be glad to get back to his normal life, with four-course dinners and world-class chefs.

The woman is still there when he finishes the sandwich. "That was actually pretty good," he tells her.

"Well, it is my own special recipe."

His mouth is dry, and he can feel his heart beating faster. Burke frowns. He's sweating. "Excuse me," he says, "But could you get a doctor? I think the symptoms are coming back."

The woman is unhooking the machines monitoring his vital status.

"Don't worry," she says. "It has nothing to do with your heart attack, Mr. Burke." She smiles kindly at him. "My special recipe is called Chalk Tuna. The compounds I've used in your sandwich are reacting with the drugs in your IV. It's untraceable, almost completely undetectable during an autopsy... rather brilliant, if I do say so myself."

Burke's fingers twitch. He wants to reach for the button, to call a nurse, call anyone, but he can't move. He tries to shout, but his mouth won't open, his voice won't work. An icy sensation begins to crawl in from his extremities, cold and burning at the same time.

"It's also a paralyzing substance," the woman muses, "and it's an incredibly painful way to die."

She smiles fondly down at the man seizing on the bed. "Have a nice day, Mr. Burke."

The cart begins its squeaking journey back to the elevator. Burke shuts his eyes and tries to scream.

---

Matilda has approximately four minutes to return the cart and exit the hospital. After that time, the real nurse will make her rounds and find Mr. Burke dead, the machines having shorted out due to faulty wiring. The doctors will attempt to resuscitate him, but the poison in his veins will prevent this from taking effect. There will be questions for the young man at the desk in front of the elevator, but Matilda plans to disappear long before any suspicion can fall on her.

Without a suspect or a murder weapon, the incident will be written off as a simple heart attack, and Mr. Burke's son will inherit his company.

Stepping out into the sunlight of the alley, Mathilda allows herself a moment to bask in the enjoyment of a job well done. She feels a shift in the air, a chill, and a blade burrowing into her skull.

I sheathe the wrist-blade and let the body fall, watching impassively as the infamous assassin kicks up dust on the dry ground. She twitches slightly, extending a hand in a clawing motion before going still.

I leave the body where it is. There's sure to be a complicated frame-up job involving several people who want to take power, but I've done my part. As long as Matilda is dead, I can get out of here and -

I'm throwing myself to the side. A line of throwing knives hit the brick behind me. I take cover, diving behind a dumpster, throwing a fireball in the direction of my attacker.



He's on the roof across from me, I reason. I came down from the hospital fire escape, but he was hidden by shadows - damn! I don't have an escape route, and we need to get out of here before they start looking for Burke's killer. Unfortunately, the owner of those throwing knives is not someone to be reasoned with.

"Simon?" I shout, stepping out from my hiding place. He's on the roof. "I didn't know you were in town."

"Everyone's in town, Sam!" That's Simon, all right. He looks giddy, sounds like he's on a sugar high. The man's more of a sociopath than I am. "Haven't you heard?"

"Yes." Goddamned council didn't even ask before invading my city.

"And you got Matilda first! I've been wanting to take her down for ages."

"Creepy?" I ask.

"Creepy." He confirms.

My fingers twitch, ready to call up another fireball. Simon tracks the movement, and I change my mind. "Simon," I say, "Would you like to play a game?"

His face splits into a grin. "First to a hundred?" He asks.

"I was thinking the whole conference."

Simon laughs. "I like the way you think," his smile widens even further. "Shame I'm gonna have to kill you."

He lifts up a hand and I'm running before he presses the button. I round the corner and the alley explodes.

I love my job.

---



I'm on top of a mountain, looking down on the valley. The city is sprawled out below. I take a breath, feel the cool mountain breeze drifting through my lair.

Some days, it pays to be evil.

I turn around to where my mom and dad are sitting at a stone table, looking around and seeming confused. My brother is there, too, but he just looks hungover.

I go to sit across from them at the table. My mom's eyes narrow as she gets her bearings, and I can feel her light-based aura sparking unpleasantly. I try not to flinch.

"It's in our best interests," I say carefully, "to wipe out all of the assassins as quickly as possible. They'll be gathering at the convention centre. Now, we can't all go in -"

"Why is that, exactly?" my mom snaps.

I roll my eyes. "You're a Reader. They'll spot Your Holiness from a mile away."

"How exactly did you get into this mess?" asks my dad.

I paint a look of surprise onto my face. "You mean you don't know?" I ask incredulously. "Our family - your side of the family - have been Assassins going back hundreds of years! Well," I trail off, "The last one was in the sixteenth century." Good times, as I recall. Reincarnation can be so much fun.

My mom's aura is sparking angrily. I try to ignore it.

"Look, we need to wipe as many people out in one swoop as we can." I have a thought.

"Mom... isn't your cousin doing the catering?" I ask.

She looks at me suspiciously. "He is. Why?"

I let a smile form. "Have you ever heard of Chalk Tuna?"

Conferences. Scare Factor: 4.

So ends the 100th post special edition of Things to Run Away From Really Fast! I've been meaning to write this up for ages...

The only thing I can remember from last night's dream is that I had an extra pair of running shoes. They were orange.

05.07.2010

Jerk dad strikes again (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is the third out of three dreams recalled tonight. I had a fourth one, but I woke up abrupty by a cell phone and I lost it entirely.

I traveled to see my jerk real dad. I was not excited at all, but for some reason, I had to do it. He had a huge and very expensive home. He was married to a different woman and they adopted eight kids.

We were trying to find a place to eat out. We were in the middle of the country. There were not many trees. It was kind of arid and desertic. It was sunny. There was some sort of canyon in the middle of the country. This place was right in the middle of the canyon. I did not find a way how to access to it. I could not see bridges. I was walking with three kids. I found out that there was a small bridge that would lead to the backdoor of the restaurant. I directed the kids and they entered the restaurant. As I entered, I saw some people and a window at the end of the restaurant.

This place had white tables. It was not very crowded. In fact, I think it was only the 11 of us.







In this restaurant, you could browse around the cabinets and pick up your own food and cook it for your self. I remember I was picking pasta to eat something Italian.
When we finished eating our meal, my jerk-dad says, "You have to pay 50% of the bill. That would mean paying for your meal plus the meal of four of the kids."
I protested because they kids were not mine, but he claimed that my mom called him and requested me to pay half of the thing. I told him I could not afford paying such a big sum. He said I have to be more responsible. I protested, "Well... You have a lot more resources than I do. I am responsible for my own economy and expenses, but I did not expect having to pay for four kids." I also told him he had a lot more cash than me. He claimed he had not such an amount I thought and that I could have more if I desired.

One day passed and I was in front of the Olive Oil store at Temecula. However, it was different from waking. It had several rooms and people was different. It was owned by my jerk dad, so another oddity against waking.
They expected me to work there for the day, but I made some numbers in my mind and I had to fly. I was not able to work or I would miss my plane. I needed to find my dad to let him now I was not going to pay him for now. I saw several employees, all of them had mustaches.

They were going to have a staff meeting and they kicked me out. They told me to go to another room. I am an employee from the company, so I could not understand why. They said I still could not be at the staff meeting. As I walked away, I heard something about their mustaches.
As I exited the store, my wife said I did not need to work. I saw a car where four people were. On the back left seat, there was a guy lying down with sunglasses. He greeted me as I saw him. He was a very old friend I had in waking several years ago.

Someone riding a small blue car, stopped by me and asked, "Do you know about the car repair shop that was here before?" Behind me there was a white unknown car repair shop and next to it, a Midas location. I replied, "I do not know, I am not from this neighborhood. Go inside Midas and ask them." He claimed that he hated Midas and he drove inside the white unknown car repair shop. He had hairy under arms.