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29 June 2010

Listened to Ninja recording tonight (9:30 instead of 11:00). Must have fell asleep to it because I woke to in a loop at 11:30.

Had three (four) dreams. I say four because the fourth dream I woke up from I couldn’t remember, but I knew I had been dreaming.

Unfortunately got too lazy to get up to record dreams immediately (you’d think I’d learn). But the first one was long again, and couldn’t see staying up a half hour to record it like the night before.

Anyway, to the dreams….

DJ 12

I’m in a hotel complex with a bunch of college friends. The dream starts out all fun and happy, but suddenly I go down to the hotel bar and one of the guys is pointing his finger at me and yelling something incoherent. The other guys start in as well. I have no idea what I have done to get them so agitated.

Suddenly, they’re throwing beer bottles at me. The guy who initially pointed at me takes a beer pitcher (glass) breaks it, and hurls it at me cutting my face slightly. Now I’m pissed. I storm out of the room trying to think of what I can do to diffuse the situation.

I go back to my room to see that it’s on fire. I run in and grab a pair of oven mitts (they’re burned) and I meet one of my friends in the hall. And I’m looking at him and rubbing these burned mitts on my shirt, which is now becoming stained from the charred material.

One thing I noticed during the dream is that I rarely ever (if ever) talked to anyone. I’ve never noticed that before.

That’s about where the dream ends. It was a much longer dream, and I told myself I’d remember it in the morning. Well obviously that didn’t happen. Lesson learned.


DJ 13

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

I know I shouldn’t get too excited over something so minimal, because it was so short, I didn’t know what I should do and didn’t seem to be able to ‘do’ anything of my own volition…..

BUT IT WAS LUCID TIME BABY…..

I was sitting at a computer screen (a rather large screen) and I’m scrolling for something on the internet. Weird there was no keyboard to use, but I was still able to scroll for whatever I wanted from on the screen.

Then suddenly, then the screen sort of froze up and I’m trying to scroll whole pages of information, and the screen starts getting larger. And I stop and think, “This definitely isn’t right.”

So I think – reality check stupid. I go to pinch my nose (this should be a simple task), but I’ve got fat finger syndrome. And I mean literally my fingers and thumb are too large for normal. And I wind up half the time trying to plug my nose by shoving a thumb and finger up my nostrils. This was frustrating. Finally, I managed to pinch my nose off. And I could breathe just fine.

I thought in my dream, okay I’m lucid, now what. Then it hit me, “I’m LUCID”. Suddenly I couldn’t see. It’s like I had shut my eyes and couldn’t open them. I couldn’t spin, couldn’t walk or move for that matter. I just didn’t know how.

I was getting disappointed fast, because I wanted to be able to do something fun. I found myself floating into a shower that I was remodeling in our motel, and I’m getting closer and closer to the corner that I hadn’t grouted because I was going to caulk instead. I feel like I’m shrinking so that I can fit into the crack in the tile. All the while I’m thinking, this isn’t what I want to do while I’m lucid.

It’s like okay I’m know I’m dreaming, but I’m still not the one in control here. Why can’t I control what’s going on?

I wake up. I’m happy for the lucid, but it’s bittersweet because there was no control on my part. I really don’t even feel like classifying it as lucid. Seems kinda cheap. But I suppose it’s a first step?

Anybody else ever have that happen?


DJ 14

A friend of mine PT and I decide to head to a movie theatre. I’m not even sure what was playing, but from the get up everyone on the outside was in, it must have Star Wars of some sort. We get into the theatre and take out seats and it turns out not be a theatre at all, but a play.

Star Wars as a play – yikes. Well, this thing skips ahead to where Darth Vader and Obiwan go into their light saber scene and suddenly other people from the audience start going up on stage. With light sabers as well (fully functioning). Obiwan actually decapitates Vader and sliced him open at the chest after he hits the floor, and a smaller version of Vader comes out of the body. He decapitates that Vader and disembowels that one too, and yet another smaller version pops out. This goes on for a while.

There are still people crowding into the theatre to see the show, and a cute lady sits down in the aisle in a folding chair as all the other seats were taken. Her hand inadvertently comes into contact with mine and we glance at each other and exchange small talk. I don’t know who she is, but want to. But in my mind I know it’s PT’s girlfriend (though she’s not). So now I’m feeling guilty and move my hand. PT gets up to go on stage. I grab at him to warn him not to go unarmed as practically everyone on stage has a light saber.

He doesn’t even notice the girl sitting next to me. I look at my hands and they’re very dry and cracked as if I had been washing dishes for weeks on end in the winter, They’re painful to move. This lady puts her hands on them and caresses them as if to soothe them from the roughness. I feel a bit awkward, but I also think why wouldn’t PT at least acknowledge her being here. He looked right at her (or through her).

I take her hand in mine and suddenly the play isn’t important anymore.

Dream ends. Damn alarm clock has gone and woken me up at 4:30. I hit the snooze hoping to get back into the dream, but to no avail, I just sleep for another 15 minutes until the snooze alarm goes off again and it’s time to get up.

Now why couldn’t this have been the lucid dream. And let’s keep our minds out of the gutter here folks. That’s not where I was headed.

I dreamed I was at a very werid museum. It had a lot of stuff in it. On the wall for some reason it told of "crimewaves" in real and fictonial towns. I knew this because I saw one that mentions Okadale. (Name of the fictional "modern" day town in the TV show "Wishbone"-a show which teaches kids about classical stories/myths/opera/plays). There was some train on the floor like Woody and his friends were trying to escape from this museum.

I even saw a Woody doll which for some reason "knew" was the Real Woody. Than somehow I ended up at home and all the phones were ringing off the hook. All for different reasons-but for some reason about me inheriting a medical college, etc. Than I was dreaming I was in part 2 of the other's night's dream.

It was the next night and the reporter was on TV again this time she said: "All of the disappered people have come forward. The only person who hasn't come forward is the mysterious woman. But the people who disappered keep mistaking me as their hero. I would very much like to meet this woman." I decide to meet with this reporter-who looks like a twin I don't have in Real Life. When we met we laughed at the fact we looked identical to each other.

My imaganiary boyfriend (but who is "real" in my dreams) didn't want me to go to this meeting. I told him that I could take care of myself. But would he listen? NO. I just told him to stay at work. He delibartley-sp? followed me too my meeting. I than told him that if he doesn't stop trying to be my protector-we wouldn't be seeing each other again.

So the boyfriend went off to do whatever. The next day in the dream I had a bit of some surprized guests- the REAL Incredibles. But that's when the dream ended.

It's been 5 days since I last recalled a dream. This is a horrible dryspell, considering it is summertime. I've given up on the FILD technique. I've done it thrice, each waking up at different times, but I just can't get it to work for me. Whatever.
I was trying a FILD this morning and I ended up not doing it. Then, in my bed, I started to remember talking to my girlfriend on Facebook about how she had shaved her head. Suddenly, I stopped. She never shaved her head. This is a dream. I did a nose RC and it failed. I was lucid. I said, "Increase clarity!" and tried to focus on my bedroom wall, but a swirl of color engulfed me. I woke up.

Well, that was a frustrating lucid dream! I tried my RC-MILD method again, and it worked like a charm, but I guess having not been lucid in a while made me forget a few details about dream control...

I was at a huge party; people were everywhere, and the place was crowded despite the fact that we were in a mansion. It wasn't long before I simply said: "I'm in a dream!" and then just from looking around me found it to be true. Unfortunately, I didn't take time to do a nose-plug RC, so I never was quite as 'there' as usual. But I did remember my dream goal: to share a dream with a friend by utilizing the dream room from a previous lucid.

I tried to leave the main party room so I could find a door that would lead me where I needed to go. However, on my way out, a DC tugged on my arm.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm lucid now, I have to leave." I replied.

"What? You can't leave now!"

"Yes, I can. Let go of me."

"No! You're staying right here!"

"Alright then, VANISH!"

As I shouted that last word, the DC faded away into nothingness and the grip on my arm disappeared with it. "Problem solved," I thought. But after going no more than two steps closer to the end of the room, another DC cried out.

"He killed him! He killed him! I saw it!" A woman screamed, breaking out of the crowd and running towards me.

"Quiet down! It's just a dream, you idiot! He never existed! Do you want to get this whole place in an uproar?"

"Yes!" She replied before starting to scream.

"Ok, enough of this. You can just vanish, too!"

And she did. But this time I had the attention of everyone else, and they all thought I was a killer. The party music stopped, people put down their drinks and food, and slowly advanced towards me.

"I don't have time for this..."

My next thought was to try flying. I made it up to the ceiling and about half-way through, but for some reason at that point I was sucked back down in and I couldn't push through anything. I was also distracted enough that I fell about fifty feet to the ground. Of course it didn't hurt, but it further convinced everyone else that I was demon possessed or something. So I ran, then, going from room to room, just looking for a door, without success. Hundreds of DC's were always in hot pursuit.

Eventually I came across a staircase, so I jumped down and found myself in a cement basement. There was an alcove not far away, so I teleported myself there to throw off my pursuers and then peeked around the corner to see if it worked. It had. They were all gathered around the spot I had teleported from, scratching their heads and wondering where I could have gone.

I slowly backed down the alcove, hoping to find something I could hide beneath until the DC's gave up. Instead, I bumped into something on the wall. When I turned around to see what it was, I saw a door staring me in the face!

"Finally!"

The DC's heads all snapped in my direction when they heard me say that.

"Get him! Quick!"

"When I open this door," I frantically commanded, "the dream room will be on the other side!"

I threw the door open, DC's just feet away, and then slammed it shut behind me just before they could get to where I was. I locked the door and then turned around. I wasn't in the dream room, for sure. I was in some vast darkness...and then, there was this light. And I realized it was the light from the window...and I had woken up

At least I scored another point for RC-MILD...

Packing up to leave to an airport.

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At a high school track, giant tank tries to aim and shoot me.

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Have an internship with the mythbusters. They set up a rig with a shotgun by the door. While sitting down and talking with them, I notice homeless people attempting to take a car and push it onto the train tracks to get hit by a train. When i go up to confront them about it they take out syringes and start injecting themselves with a substance, and then proceed to throw the empty syringes at me.

June 28, 2010 - Part Two
4:30p-9:30p
I had to do a night shift tonight, so I settled in for my nap at just after 4:30 this afternoon. Actually, it was probably closer to 5. I had decided to do a WILD attempt, since I read and got some instructions on two very neat-sounding techniques. Essentially, if one didn't work, the other might.

As a side note: I forgot to deprive myself from caffeine, so unfortunately, I didn't do a proper CWILD. But, I did find out that Tylenol Ultra has caffeine in it, but it's 65mg to 500mg of acetomenophine (spelling?). I remember reading that anything less than 120mg of caffeine wasn't really enough, but I didn't want to take 1000mg of acetomenophine, so... that's why my CWILD failed.

Note: CWILD is a technique I learned from another site. It stands for Caffeine Withrdrawl Induced Lucid Dream. It can be combo'd with any induction technique, including DILDs and has no direct relation to Wake Induced Lucid Dreams (other than it can be combo'd).

Anyways, so I settled in and got to work on relaxing each area of my body. I don't really have a set relaxation technique (like the 61-point. That is a brutal tech). I just focus on each area, like feet, calves, thighs, etc and imagine that with each exhale, there's energy floating out of my focused area. It works like a charm, for me). I felt good and relaxed and decided to work first on the "anchoring" technique.

The gist of the technique is to find something to anchor your consciousness/awareness (passively) as you're falling asleep. Normally, I would use my clock, because it ticks really loudly, but today, I was using earplugs. So, I twisted my fingers in a weird position. It... kind of worked. Not really as well as the tick-tock works. I talked myself into sleep and did notice that I was losing focus on my hand and becoming a little too involved in the dreamlets. I noted I was experiencing some visual hallucinations in the form of yellow swirly light playing across my eyelids, but I didn't really pay too much attention to it. Some dreamlets rolled in... again, noted, but not focused. I drifted like this for a bit. This was all set up to be a good start to the WILD.

Unfortunately, my throat was a huge distraction for me. I had ate a grilled cheese sandwich before sleeping, cos I was super hungry. So this made a horrible mucous-y feeling in the back of my throat, which, once I started drifting into the HI, got a bit easier to ignore. But, it certainly delayed the whole process; triggering my body's constant need to swallow. I found breathing through my nose helped bypass that, for some reason.

The other problem was that I'm a bit sick, so my throat started getting massively tickly. To the point where my body decided to say, "Fuck you, I'm coughing," and it wasn't something I could control or supress. It did this twice And wrecked my efforts, twice.

Rebuilding the SP wasn't too difficult, but I will note a few interesting sensations.

1) At one point, the strongest point of the SP, my legs felt all hard and brittle. Like, if I moved them, they would break and crumble. I thought this was pretty neat. I decided to try wiggling my toes, and it took a lot of mental effort to do so.

2) It seemed like each time I "shifted" into a deeper phase of the SP, my heart would race. I had to do a little mental focusing to calm it back down. This was accompanied by my light hallucinations pitching me into complete blackness (each time I shifted). It actual resembled a light being shut off in the room (even though I wore a sleep mask).

3) I noticed some very subtle vibrations. Unfortunately, they were so subtle and weak, that it was difficult to use them of an indication of falling asleep.

So, once I hit that deep stage of leg-brittle, I decided this anchoring thing wasn't helping, nor did I seem to dive into a scene. I began to wonder if I had done the same thing in all my other WILDs... I'm already asleep, and trapped in a mental prison. I was chatting with someone about this a few days ago, who had the same problem as me. He'd get to this point and move, but he kept moving his real body. He said he had to learn how to separate his dream body.

So, I gave up on the anchoring, and I instead tried to activate my dream body's senses. This... pretty much didn't go very well at all. Not much to say other than I couldn't float out or move any dream part or anything. Ughhhhh.

Anyways, once I was wracked with my second bout of coughing, I decided maybe rolling over would help alleviate my throat. I rolled over, got myself all re-relaxed and passed out! I hadn't really intended to pass out. I'm not entirely sure what happened there, to be honest. I never consciously decided to give up and pass out. In fact, I was quite keen on being successful.

Anyways, so once again, I'm thwarted by the ever-elusive WILD.

Hospital Audit
I was in a doctor's office. They asked me to do an audit on the place, like ensuring the equipment was working and such. At this point, I was too tired to do the audit properly. I was half-assing it, walking around the building and not really paying too much attention. I decided to leave it for now and went for lunch.

[Lunch]
I was in a Safeway, which had a mall-like food court in it. But only the KFC was open. I didn't really want "Kentucky Fried Suicide," but seeing how my options were forcibly limited, I got some food.

[Back at the doctor's office]
I got lost in the building. Also, my clothes were now covered in some-foul smelling liquid and I had some dirty yellow stains on my clothes. This part is choppy, but I remember finding my way into a dark room, and watched a movie on the big TV in there.

I left the room when I remembered I was supposed to be auditing. I walked along hallways and wandered into a ward. It seemed to be a maternity ward. I felt like I was trespassing, and left before anyone saw me.

I continued to walk down the hallway and came upon these small cubby-like lockers. There were pink on one side and blue on the other. Then, some nurses appeared. They asked me why I'm covered in stained clothing. I don't remember what I told them.

I completed the audit and snuck out.

Game Show
I was competing against my mother in a game show. We each had to run these obstacle courses 5 times through. Although I didn't know which course would be the harder one, I was in the points lead, so I got to choose the course to run. I chose the one on the right. As our host was explaining the course, and what constituted as a win, I woke up.

I wanted to at least hear the rest of the instructions, or run through the course once. I started a DEILD and was near-successful at chaining back in, but I dragged myself out of it cos I really did have to get up and get ready for work

Dream Lucid In Dream Thoughts

I was standing in the shop down the road, looking in one of the isles at some food Man I wish I could get that. I turn around and my friend AM is standing right in my face "Yea?" I say confused
He doesn't reply and now I'm holding some candy bar, I open it and eat it Hmm, shouldn't this have a taste? I look down at the wrapper and it reads "Congratulations! You've won a trip to... THE MOON!" Meh, I don't really need this I hand the wrapper to AM "Here I don't want it"
"Holy shit, you sure?" he said as he turned and ran off
Excited much? I look back at some more chocolate and then wake up

I get hating myself for not becoming Lucid or RCing and why would I throw away a chance to go to the moon? Drink then back to sleep.

I'm back at the shop, looking at the chocolate again and I notice I already done this. I turn around and AM is back in my face "The moon is amazing, you should have gone"
"ahh well, to late now"
I walk out of the shop, the car park looks a little weird and the lighting is all screwed up and the wake up.

Once again, Drink and back to bed.

Fragments of watching the rocket ship fall apart to the main vessel.

Fragments of watching the launch.

Fragments of seeing the moon.

I was driving this car , then this guy went in it and he was attacking me. Then i was gonna accelerate super fast and then brake to see if he would fly out the window, then i drive like into this little spanish town. And there was this restaurant. I remember passing next to it and inside i see ms.Pizarr0 with her blodish hair. Then i remmeber my parents saying that they wanted jamon serrano. Then we buy it and it costs 450 dollars.

June 28, 2010

Synopsis: After becoming lucid, I transform, fly around and sniff some flowers.

Sweet Flowers
For the past few days most of my dreams have been mundane. Except nothing is exactly normal - everything is a little off. But I forget to RC every time.

I don't remember the beginning of this dream. At some point I'm in the air, a girl has a book, and I want to make copies of it. Realizing I'm flying down to reach for her book, I become lucid. I try to transform into a half gargoyle like creature and I fly off into the country side, trying to focus on my wings. But I don't know if I really had any.

I'm lucid! And I want to remember this, live in the moment! I try to take in all the details. The dirt road below me. The trees, the mountains, the sky, the little creek nearby. I see some bright beautiful flowers, bright bright pink. We have a lot growing right now in my home town. At first I just keep flying, but then I think, this is a good opportunity to play with how real my dream is.

So I fly back to the flowers, they were growing on a tree. I grab them and sniff them. Their perfume was so strong I could taste it! "Wow that smells so real!" When I spoke it felt like I was speaking from my real physical mouth.

Ooops, I imagined it sounded like sleep talking. (when I wake up, no one remembers me making any noise). I whisper for the rest of the dream. But not being able to speak out loud actually made my dream lose some of its vividness

I wake up. I'm thinking about my dream, and my transformation, and how I could have played with it some more. I look at my human hands and feet. It goes over my head that I'm having a FA. Then I wake up for real.

Note: This is a dream that happened back on the 15th of the month, and I would swear I had journaled and posted this dream, but I couldn't find any trace of it. No copy on Dreamviews, no copy on Mortal Mist, no copy on my personal laptop… somehow it disappeared completely. There were quite a few similarities with Nomad's version of the dream, as well as some differences, so here is my version of the dream where Nomad, me, and several other dreamers went to help a friend of his with a dream demon.

I was in the biodome on the moon, and I was lucid. I was sitting there watching the koi. The pretty fish were swimming around in the pool. The sunlight was reflecting off of their shiny scales and off of the surface of the water. It was really very pretty. I was sitting there watching the fish when someone approached behind me. I turned to look and saw it was Nomad. I remembered that he had a friend with a dream demon giving her nightmares, an older woman. I asked if he was there so we could go help his friend… he said yes. I thought for a bit… I was thinking someone else had said they wanted to come help with this… but who? I was lucid, and yet my mind wasn't fully clear. But of course my mind isn't completely clear IWL, so why would I expect 100% clarity in my dreams? Nomad opened a portal and both of us went through…

On the other side we were in someone's bedroom. There was a woman sleeping in the bed with a… um… an ugly thing sitting on top of her, looked like it was holding her down to the bed. But she wasn't reacting to the thing's presence… the thing was the size of a large human, looked demonic, and appeared to be absorbing some kind of energy from the woman. I didn't know what the thing was doing to her, but I could easily tell it wasn't good… Nomad transformed into a big cat… a solid black jaguar…

In that form he attacked the dream demon on top of the woman, hitting it across the face with one enormous paw, claws fully extended. The force of the blow knocked the demon off of the woman and onto the ground, practically turning the thing's head around on its neck… The thing got back up and used its hands to forcibly turned its head back toward the front with a rather sickening cracking noise. It started laughing at Nomad. It didn't seem to be paying any attention to me at all… I wasn't going to have that. I transformed into a big cat, a black panther… which looked mostly like Nomad except the spots were vaguely visible on his coat where as mine was a black as midnight…

I pounced on the back of the demon, drawing the demon's dark energy out of it and into me. Nomad had changed into an Assassin dressed in solid black robes, he drove his hidden blade right into the demon's head. The demon collapsed, seemed to be calling out to someone, but then it was completely out of energy and faded to nothing.

I was about to ask Nomad what the demon had been calling to when there was a portal opening… and a bunch of Templars coming through? On brooms like a Halloween witch would use? I was briefly doing a double take at that… A group of Templars coming to aid a demon and pretending to be Halloween witches at the same time… um… One of them was talking to Nomad, seemed to be annoying him. I went to another one and asked what the fuck he was doing. He said he was working for witches or something. I then asked the first question I had thought upon seeing them riding in like that…

"So tell me…" I said, "Did you really learn everything you know about witches from Halloween ghost stories and the Harry Potter series? Do you really think witches ride brooms in the night? If so, where's your black cat? Or was your goal just to come here and look completely retarded? Which you've accomplished very well… And why the fuck are you working with…"

"FUCK YOU!!!" I was interrupted by one of the loudest expletives I have ever heard… I looked over and saw Nomad chuckling next to a Templar who was poking at his ear as if he could not hear a thing, which after that expletive, he probably couldn't… Nomad yelled something completely incomprehensible at the other Templars… no doubt completing the process of making the one right next to him totally deaf… Nomad turned back into a black cat and attacked some of the Templars near him…

"Oh… There's your black cat!" I said, "And he's pissed…" Nomad tore a few Templars apart with his claws and teeth, I opened a vortex portal that pulled them all in and deposited them… I wasn't sure what was a good place… somewhere far away… on the moon Titan.

I don't know why I thought of Titan, but that was where I sent them… After the Templars were gone, Nomad and I did healing spells on Alexis. She seemed to wake up a bit, and Nomad was talking to her. I'm not sure what he was saying to her, but she seemed to be getting agitated by it, but soon calmed back down and went back to sleep. It looked like she would be ok. Nomad started talking about getting pulled into a dream… I told him he was already in a dream. He said he meant into another dream. I wasn't really sure what he was talking about… was he about to wake up or just switch dreamscapes? I told him to focus on something and stabilize the dream… but it was no good… Nomad disappeared… and then I woke.

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Note: This was actually two separate dreams for me, but I am putting them together since they are both back dated dreams and belong together as one.

I was on the moon in the biodome again. I was lucid. I remembered Nomad disappearing from the last dream… I wondered if he was ok. I focused on finding him. A portal opened. I looked through into a black void… wtf? Nomad was floating in the blackness all by himself, yelling expletives at absolutely no one… I wondered if he was on dream drugs again… I called out to him, then threw him a tendril of Witchblade to pull him through my portal and into the biodome. He looked around. I asked if he was ok. He said Alexis was still in danger, we had to go back. I asked what was bothering her now… he said more dark things… he had seen them. I wondered if he had or if that was dream drugs… better check on her. Better look and find nothing than not look and have her attacked.

I was about to focus on a portal to get back to Alexis when another portal opened. Tigress came in. She looked at me, and changed into a paladin. She asked if I was up for a DDO dream. I told her I was going to help Nomad with his friend first. She asked what was going on there. I said Nomad had said his friend was being attacked. She pulled out a sword and said killing stuff there was fine, just another DDO quest. Um… ok… I went to open the portal again, but this time MoSh appeared. He asked why no one had come to get him. MoSh! That was who I was supposed to go get before Nomad and I went to help Alexis! I apologized to MoSh, saying my mind hadn't been clear enough to think of it… Now Nomad opened a portal, and we all went through it.

On the other side Nomad and I were on the edge of a forest looking at a rather creepy castle. I wondered why Alexis would have this creepy place in her inner world… maybe there was still a dream demon or other dark entity harassing her… We went inside the castle and looked around. Alexis looked kind of creepy, too. She was dressed all in black and had horns… she looked like a demon! She was smiling, however, and didn't look hostile. She was still smiling at us when something weird came through a portal and tackled her, and before I could even identify what it was, the two of them fell through another portal… with Nomad right behind them. The portal closed before the rest of us could get there… I had to focus on a portal to follow Nomad…

I went through the portal, MoSh and Tigress with me. On the other side we were on a desolate plane. There was an outcropping of rock over a deep canyon. There was a woman… Alexis… huddled beside a big ugly thing there. The ugly thing was growling and snarling down at her, looming over her.

I must have been in a feline mood, because I now changed back into the big panther I had been in the previous dream and tackled the demon thing off of her. We were now plunging through the air into the canyon, the thing was biting at me as we fell, I was sucking its energy out… I saw a bunch more dark creatures, those looked like shadow demons of some kind, coming from somewhere and attacking Alexis. Nomad was protecting her with a shield, Tigress was consuming the dark things, MoSh was blasting them with green flames from his naga form… Some of them were still getting through to Nomad… why wasn't he getting Alexis out of there? There was no need to be here in this dark world except to protect Alexis… and once she was safe, we could all make our exit. That was the last I noticed before hitting the ground of the canyon, I landed on top of the creature I was fighting…

The creature was stunned a bit, but then it attacked me again. The shadow creatures were coming after me now, but they never got to me… Tigress and MoSh intercepted the entire hoard of them, so I still just had the one big ugly thing to deal with. I pounced on the thing one more time and tore at its neck with my razor claws, drawing some more dark energy out… wow… this was a lot of dark energy… the thing was no longer moving. I changed back to my normal form and flew back out of the canyon. Alexis and Nomad were gone. Tigress and MoSh were still there, though most of the smaller shadow creatures had either fled or been destroyed. I opened a portal so the three of us could get back to the biodome. MoSh and Tigress went through. The big ugly thing grabbed at me from behind. I threw a blast of lightning made from light energy right in its face, then went through the portal and closed it behind me.

Tigress asked me what took me so long. I said I had found an old friend to play with a bit more. This was the first chance I had gotten, so I focused on The Curse by Disturbed to stabilize all the dark energy I had just absorbed… Tigress, still a paladin, sheathed her sword. She said she had told me this would do fine for a DDO quest… I told her I wished they had quests like that in DDO! That would be awesome. She said it would be hard. Yeah, but hard and AWESOME! Everything faded around me and I woke.

Listened to mp3 from Ninja. Probably didn’t help that I started it at 11:00pm and got to bed at midnight. Have to wake up at 5:00

No response from subliminal – can’t say it’s a fair shot yet.

By 3:30 had nothing but a partial fragment of a dream – not even worth mentioning.

DJ 11 (0430)
Short dream – non lucid (but wasn’t skunked on dreams.

I’m in an office with a couple of workers. We’re looking over some paperwork. I don’t know what my function is in the office, but I for some reason know what the paperwork is about, and more explicitly than the other workers in the office.

Owner of the company comes in and starts getting in the other workers’ faces about the paperwork and why they don’t understand how the paperwork plays an important part of the companies future. He’s demanding to know why they don’t understand it. I do understand, but for some reason I’m not allowed to speak up.

Then he has some support staff come in to bring the workers up to speed. I lean over to one of the my co-workers and start sniping about the owners’ attitude and his (ermmm) overly attractive staff (I don’t think I was sniping about them).

During the presentation a start to hear an alarm go off. A couple of the other people in the office hear it as well, but they aren’t nearly annoyed at it as I am. I start searching the office for what’s making the alarm sound and find my alarm clock in a drawer. I immediately wake up at this point to find ‘my’ alarm going off. It’s 4:45, time to get up.

Well, at least I had something to take away from the evening/morning.

I got woken up by my mum but went back to bed like usual. In my dream I remember seeing a large catapillar type bug jumping like mario. A person walked into the bug and hit it as it jumped. I laughed and thought thats fake, suddenly then I knew I was in a dream. I had read that when you know you are that you should wake up. I span in cirlces for a while to try and keep myself dreaming and it worked. I came upon a large building that looked like a factory and pushed on my feet. I could fly, not fast like superman but flowing and in the direction I chose. This was a new to me, I loved it. I flew around for the rest of the dream and can't wait to fly again.

Note: This was a night of particularly low recall. I was not successful in my WILD, and I didn't really remember anything for the night until someone mentioned scorpions and that brought back memories of the following dream. So here is my single dream for the night…

I was in a desert location. I wasn't lucid, but for some reason my first thought was of graboids from Tremors, and that led to thoughts of getting eaten by one… which didn't make a lot of sense at all. I pushed the thought out of my mind and looked around, not sure how I had gotten where I currently was. Great. I was lost. I was thinking I had taken a walk from my house and gotten completely lost, even though that has never happened. I usually have a really good sense of direction. I walked for a while. I saw some buildings in the distance. Not too far off. They looked like makeshift buildings made from scrap metal. I wondered if there was even anyone there. I wondered if the buildings were at least located on a main road where I could get my bearings… The entire situation seemed so weird that even though I didn't do a RC, I gained a low level of lucidity…

I went over to the buildings and looked around. At first I didn't see any sign of anyone there, but then I heard people. So I had found someone. I wondered if they would know which way to the main road. I would have preferred to avoid them, but I saw no sign of a main road anywhere. The people were cheering and yelling, sounded like quite a party. But I also heard disappointed groans… I wondered what was going on. I followed the sound and looked out into a fenced area. In the middle of the fenced area there was a crowd of people gathered around something I couldn't see. They were the ones cheering and groaning. I saw money being exchanged. Most likely those who were cheering had won a bet, those groaning had lost a bet. There was a wide variety of people there, men and women, old and young, though there were no children, so I didn't see any problem with approaching them. When I got into the open, a woman spotted me and eagerly invited me over.

"Come on over and join the fun!" she said, "Don't worry if you don't have any money… not everyone is here to place bets. Some of us are just here to enjoy the action." She seemed very friendly and welcoming, so I went over and joined the crowd to see what was going on. She indicated what looked like a miniature boxing ring. It was empty now. She said the next match was about to start. A path through the crowd cleared, and a couple men brought through cages. A rather attractive man with brown hair, and a bald one who had scars on his bald head. They put the cages in the ring and opened the doors with remote controls, then they removed the cages after the occupants of the cages had left. I did a double take… they were scorpions! Not normal small scorpions, but huge ones! Each scorpion was about the size of a Chihuahua! Both the scorpions seemed quite lazy and proceeded to lounge in different parts of the ring. Whatever action these people had expected wasn't going to happen.

The men who had placed the scorpions in the ring didn't seem too pleased. They pulled out cattle prods and started shocking the scorpions, apparently trying to piss them off. Wtf? The scorpions were making loud squealing noises that sounded like pain… I asked no one in particular what those assholes thought they were doing. The woman who had invited me over apparently completely misunderstood my statement and said the shocks would get the critters to fight. People around me were starting to cheer and call out. I didn't like it, not at all. After a couple more shocks the scorpions did lash out at each other, being unable to get to their tormentors, who continued to prod the scorpions to urge them to keep fighting. I pushed my way to the front of the crowd near the attractive man. I grabbed the prod from him. He asked what the fuck I was doing. I asked him how the fuck he would like getting prodded… I poked him with the cattle prod. He jumped back at getting shocked. He grabbed at the cattle prod, but only succeeded in getting himself poked again. He was now cursing fluently at me. A couple men behind me grabbed my arms and the other man took the cattle prod back and proceeded to poke me with it a couple times. It didn't hurt, I just felt a tingly sensation… which wasn't unpleasant. He turned his attention back to the scorpions.

The two men behind me were still holding my arms. I told the man with the cattle prod to stop doing that. The woman who had invited me over told me to relax, they don't feel pain like humans do… and they're just big bugs, so who cares, anyway? I was annoyed at her. I told her they are still living things. One of the men holding me said he had heard of animal rights activists, but bug rights activists? That was a new one on him… Everyone laughed and the two men pulled me out of the crowd and shoved me away, telling me to go cry over bugs somewhere else. Right after that, some of the people cheered and the others groaned, The two men carried the cages out. One was happy and praising his scorpion, while the other was cursing at his bug and saying he would have it chopped into food for his other scorpions.

I followed the men, and they went into the same building. I slipped in before the door closed behind them and locked. It was oppressively hot in there. They put the cages in stacks and then went back outside. People outside were talking loudly and laughing. I heard them laughing at my expense, about how I had opposed abusing scorpions… There were stacks of cages. There were scorpions in all of them. I looked at the two just brought back. Injured scorpions, one near death. I healed them, told them I was there to help so don't go and sting me, then let them out. They quickly headed towards the door. I opened the door and let them out into the desert. I left the door open and opened the other cages, staying clear to avoid being stung. They all headed out to the desert. Some of them headed over towards the group of people. Their laughter turned into screams as they saw the scorpions were loose. There was also a lot of cursing. I looked out and saw people running off into the desert, a few of them trying to fend off scorpions with cattle prods… people getting stung. I wondered if I should feel bad for the people getting attacked… but I found that my 'give-a-damn' was thoroughly busted.

I waited until the place was clear of scorpions, just to be sure they didn't mistake me for one of the people there to watch the fights, then I came out. There were a few people lying on the ground. Most weren't moving. A couple were writhing… they looked very sick… must be the venom. Maybe my 'give-a-damn' wasn't completely busted, since I found it rather disturbing when one of the women crawled over towards me, reached out towards me, "Please… help… me…" and then vomited blood before dying… um… maybe I should've stayed in the building… The other people around me who had been still moving were now also dead. There were dead people and blood everywhere, and I could hear people screaming in the desert at random intervals… were they still being attacked? And it was a bit disturbing… I didn't try to resist it when I felt that I was going to wake up.

Monday, June 28, 2010

A couple weeks ago, I implemented a new rule: DC's aren't allowed to drive. Apparently, I'm one to talk.




I decide to give up my job in Quickton. I'm never going to have enough money for this, so it's time to leave. I hop on a bus, going west.

Calgary is on a terrorist alert; somebody tried to get into the States and do something bad. As such, travel into the States is practically cut off for the time being.

I'm on a boat, out in the ocean. It's a small boat, and I'm just sitting on a bench holding my backpack. I might be drawing on my ridiculously oversize tablet. The captain comes up to me and says we're getting close to the path of my next ship, so I should pack up. He hands me a whole bunch of change to cover the fare for the next boat.

I wander onto the second boat with my tablet and my backpack. I'm shown to my room. The room itself keeps changing. There are huge windows looking out into a hallway at first, and the whole hallway is covered in posters. Later, the windows look out over a hostel-style common room that I remember from another dream. I remember thinking that it would be really cool to have one of the rooms overlooking the common room on the second story.

I step through the wall and grab a book from one of the shelves.

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"They're fucking cannibals! Close the door, close the fucking door!"

This has happened before, I register dimly, we're on another loop. I'm too busy slamming the door on someone's fingers to notice. I kick them free and slam the door again. I'm turning the key on the ignition - Ben, why didn't you turn the car on while I was fighting - and barreling through the two dozen people in front of us. One hits the windshield, scrabbles for purchase, and goes sliding off as we pick up speed.

We're on the highway to Regina. It's night. I'm panicked and trying to decide if I should pull over and calm down or keep driving as fast as I can.

"Slow down," says my brother, "This isn't helping." We're fairly far away from the compound.

I slow down to 110 clicks, but I'm still passing other vehicles. This shouldn't be a double lane highway, should it?

My brother gives me a look.

"Shut up," I say, "The speed limit is 110."

The road is twisty and I'm not sure where the lanes are and I'm starting to get confused. Abruptly, the car takes a random turn to the left, and I'm in the ditch, driving through a field that doesn't feel much different than the road.

We come to a stop on another highway, adjacent to the first.

"Maybe we should go this way?" No response from my brother, so I put the car back in drive and start moving at a reasonable pace.

The road ends. We go flying off of a cliff. I see everything from the third person, the camera angle far above us and looking down at the mountains below.

This wouldn't happen in real life, I reason. This is obviously a dream. I remember making a car fly in one of my previous dreams, so I try to do that now.

I'm alone, falling through the air without a vehicle. I've slowed my descent reasonably, and I land at the base of a cliff crawling with rock climbers.

I ignore them. What were my lucid goals again? Oh yeah, pyrokinesis. I bring my hands together like I'm holding a ball between them, and slowly bring them apart. Nothing's happening.

I take a deep breath, focus on all of the rage and anger and fear that I felt in the previous dream. I bring my hands apart, and this time a chain of beads of fire forms between them. I wave my hands and the fire dissipates.

Huh. Apparently it's easier to summon fire when you're actually being threatened. Good to know.

I grab a cardboard box wedged in the rocks behind me and try to do the same thing. The cardboard smoulders on one edge, but doesn't catch fire.

I climb up the cliff face and sit on one of the ledges. The place has shifted into an immense cavern, and sunlight is streaming in through the many entrances. The rock varies from pure white marble to pale grey granite.

I see a pack of wolves in the distance. They're beautiful. They're on the same level as me. They get closer, and one comes over and sniffs at me. I growl at him, and he dances back, cautious. He comes closer again.

We're standing at the ground level of the cave, trying to communicate. The wolf catches onto English quickly, and soon we're having a conversation that I can't remember.

At the same time, we hear someone approaching in the distance.

"It's a hunter," I tell the wolf. "You should run. Take the rest of your pack with you."

Suddenly, I'm a lot younger, and won't be able to stand up to the hunter.

The hunter shows up and realizes that his quarry got away. He gives me a ride back to town.

"This place is totally empty," he tells me, "You might not be able to get a ride out for a while."

"No worries." I eye the empty stretch of highway, remember what someone said on the forums. I hold my thumb out, and someone shows up within seconds.

I climb into the car with a bunch of girls - there's one seat left - and we drive off to wherever we're going. I try to pay attention to the roads so I can remember how we got there.

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A dream about a bunch of different worlds. Apparently Aslan kicked everybody (including the animals) out of Narnia. Now talking animals and fairies and Faeries are wandering from world to world, trying to find somewhere to live. So am I, for that matter.

I knock on the door. It opens to a short old woman, who asks what my name is.

"I'm Rory."

"No, you're not," she says, sounding angry. Apparently there's a prophecy about a girl named Rory.

"I'm Rory, but I'm a guy?"

"Oh, well, that's okay then." She invites me inside.

There are fairies in cages. I can see the daring rescue from here.

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I'm Harry Dresden, and I'm in a city... somewhere. I remember that I was looking for ways to travel in dreams, and I wonder if I can use the Ways through Faerie.

I'm reading the new Dresden Files book. My mom is in the room.

"Oh, come on!" I say. My mom looks up, questioning.

"Everyone is Michael's vessel. Dean Winchester was Michael's vessel. In that last thing I read, Lucifer was Michael's vessel. Now Dresden? This is getting ridiculous."

Besides, Dresden already got possessed by an angel.

My Driving. Scare Factor: 4.

The Ways might be an interesting way of getting around, though. Dissolve the dream, wander through the Void, find what I'm looking for.

(The Void being that blackness that seems to be behind every dream.)

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My journey from ambitious underling to rival archangel.

I'm sitting at my desk, poring over some ancient text, but my mind is elsewhere. My team has just made a fascinating discovery, a book that could unlock ancient magics unknown even to the angels. Whomever can harness its power could go so far as to take over the world.

Unfortunately, we're working for Lucifer (from Supernatural). It's not by choice, I can assure you.


Sandman!Lucifer could kick your ass.

I hear the alarm go off. Immediately, I'm running down the stairs to our secret underground laboratory. The place is collapsing; dirt is streaming from the walls and rocks are falling around me. I run to the desk where Lucifer was working earlier, and grab the grimoire, the codex (decoder), and the journal that he was translating it into. Beside the books is a black LED keychain that's supposed to be a portkey. I pick it up, but nothing happens.

I'm running for the exit, not sure if I'm going to make it. I'm at the entrance hallway, but all of the main-level exits are blocked. An old man - possibly Amon - appears beside me. He says that there's a ladder I can use.

Sure enough, there is. I climb up the ladder - Amon is behind me - and we both make it out.

Lucifer is in the common area, sitting at a table with his head in his hands. He looks really mad - probably because the grimoire is lost. I try to turn down another hallway, but he sees me and the grimoire before I have the chance to leave. Suddenly, Lucifer seems very pleased.

Once we're out of sight, I turn around and smack Amon over the head, wondering why he had to take us directly past Lucifer. Comprehension dawns on his face, and he asks me if I was trying to betray our boss.

Yes! Obviously!

Amon wants to know if I really think I can get away with it, but I shrug and tell him I'm not worried.

Lucifer corners me later and asks why I'm not grateful that he brought me back to life.

What? Of course I would be... oh, I remember now. My character was really mad for some reason.

"Thanks for that, by the way," I say. I'm still taking over.

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I'm at some Misha Collins fan-thing. Everyone around me is all excited, but I have things to do. I go and try on jeans in a store. They don't fit, and I'm tired of clothes-shopping already.

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On a bus, I see Lucifer again. He's avoiding me. I try to unobtrusively sit beside him, but he switches seats when people get up to leave.

I see Sally, from school, is on the bus too. This can't end well.

Why am I not worried about myself, though?

Oh, right. I'm Michael. Duh.

I tell Sally that she has to get off the bus. People are turning into piles of maggots around us, and she has to leave before she does too.

"Ask the bus driver to open the door." I say.

She points to the bus driver, who's a pile of bugs covering all the controls.

I run over to the front of the bus. I plunge my hands into the squirming mass of maggots (and I can feel them wriggling all over my skin), and pull the lever for the door to open. Sally gets off the bus and starts running.

All of the maggots on the bus are streaming towards Lucifer, somehow going to power him. He looks weak right now, though. He's lying down on one of the seats, and I go over to him.

He asks me if I'm going to give one of those good-guy speeches about love an acceptance. I tell him that just because I turned out to be an angel (again) doesn't mean I'm one of the good guys.

I call up a small amount of light energy to cleanse the pile of bugs. It starts off tiny, and gets bigger and bigger...

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I'm in a dark hallway with the same LED keychain from earlier. The small flashlight doesn't actually create light, though. When I click it once, the lights go on. When I click it again, the lights go off. Every second time I click it, something scary happens in the hallway, and if I'm in the hallway when it happens... who knows?

Holly, from high school, shows up, talking about Sailor Moon. I'm at the top of the staircase, and I think she's one of my enemies. When she's almost at the top, I telekinetically blast her down the stairs.

She gets up and informs me that it wasn't very nice to do that. I shrug and apologize, sheepish. Apparently she actually is on my side.

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I'm watching clips of a cartoon. It's about animals running farms. I think this is ironic, and the cows suddenly start acting strange.

There's a little yellow chick trapped in a flipped-over bus that's about to explode. The other animals are trying to figure out how to rescue him.

One of the adults holds up a diagram of a kite, which the people inside the bus can hold onto and fly out the door with.

I'm flying with the kite over a sea-side city. I'm just over power lines, and I don't want to hit them. I'm on top of a marina. I have to make it past the cruise ships, out to sea so I can fall into the water.

The Devil You Don't. Scare Factor: 4.