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I was having a pretty bad dream, where I got sent to jail for 7 years for doing something (I can't remember what). I was really sad and scared that I was going to be going to jail. I mean, I can still remember that sinking feeling I got, that such a large percentage of my life was going to waste.
In the dream I was so upset that I was like "I hope this is a dream". So I did the hand-checking thing and they were morphing so it WAS a dream ^_^
So I suddenly realised I was dreaming and became lucid, but not for long. Also, it seemed to be only half-lucid.

Again like last time, I made the decision to fly to Sweden (lol this was only a half-conscious decision, half of it seemed to be an uncontrollable, automatic thought. like it's automatically the first thing i think of doing xP), and i flew around a bit (weeee!) but for some reason i couldn't get anywhere. Then I couldn't think of anything to do, and because of this I was slipping out of lucidity too. So then I started dreaming again.

5/16/10 - Dragon Fever
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was at a rollercoaster park with some friends. We had split up and were exploring the park when there was a loud roar that came from the sky. I looked up and saw a huge red dragon descending upon the park. People were screaming and running around; total chaos.
The dragon seemed angry and confused. It shot jets of fire into the sky and clawed blindly at the coasters. My friends gathered around me. We needed to come up with a plan. The dragon was hurt and we needed to calm it down so we could help it. I remember feeling very hot from the dragon's fire.

I woke up with a fever of 101.1 that pretty much lasted all day.

Actually written on 2-17-2014

Forget the pictures. We have Opheila to thank for that.

Anyways, I'm having some dream about sneaking into some base and stealing something. I don't recall much of the dream up until the part where I escaped the base.
I am on this beach area that becomes a desert. There are mountains in the distance. Lia is there and she is what prompts me to reality check. I become lucid. She seems distressed; we're in a rush to get out of here. I see something flying toward us in the distance and hear a thumping sound, like something is walking.
So Jonathan, my dream nemesis comes down on this hovering platform device and deploys all these combat robots.
Now if I were faced with this setup today, I'd probably reduce this small army to a pile of scrap metal relatively quickly. But this was only my 15th or 16th induced lucid dream. And most of my lucid dreams before that had been Layer 1's where I had immediately woken up upon becoming lucid. So I had little practice.
I look over my shoulder. Manei says one word to me.
"Run."
What?! Why are we running?! I'm lucid. We can kick some robot butt! It's just a couple of combat robots! This would have been the coolest dream ever... ugh forget it.

Well we're off and running. Now I don't know if it's like a dream guide thing or something, but should she be able to run at like fifty miles per hour? I can't keep up with her. I didn't know terraskating yet, so I just stuck to my measly sprinting speed.
Afterwards, we end up arriving in this small town about two miles from the base. The dream begins to take more of a positive spin at this point. Lucky for us, you can't get tired from running in a dream. We went into a fenced off pool and I learned how to breathe underwater in a dream. I simply figured that in a dream, if you can breathe through your pinched nose because your nose isn't actually pinched. So you can breathe underwater because you aren't actually underwater.
I got some good manifesting practice in. And met the dream character that I would eventually identify as Marcus. I woke up not long after.

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Dream starts off with me at some sort of Olympic event for dogs. There is a race down a long winding path that looks like a bobsleigh track. The dog I have entered looks like my friend RM's previous dog Memphis, a shetland sheepdog who passed away last year. Spectators and other dog owners have gathered in a sphirical room where the race starts and where it can be watched on a large screen t.v. There are many people there but the only one's I really pay attention too are a group of three young men who are dressed in black or dark blue suits and look like hitmen. They are determined to win and I fear they may become violent if they lose.

The race begins but I am too worried about watching my back and keeping an eye on the dangerous looking suited men than the ranking of my dog in the race. The race ends and neither I nor the suit men win but for some reason I leave the statdium with them and we all leave our dogs behind. Outside there is a path that leads to floating boardwalk that goes over a lake to a townhouse complex on the other side. As we cross the boardwalk it starts to sink and we are forced to swim across. For some reason we have to do all of this unseen by others because we are running from something but I cannot remember the reason anymore. The most handsome of the suit men sticks close to me and is very protective. I think his name was Vince because he looked like Vincent Valentine when he was a Turk.

When we get to the other side we have shrunk and are about the size of crows. We start sneaking around one of the townhouses when we run into my friend RM and her dog Memphis. She tells us that the coast is clear and that we can get by unseen. Past the townhouse complex is a parking lot, then a trailer park where the Vince's alcoholic father lives. We take shelter in father's trailer and Vince and his father argue about something.

Beyond the trailer park is a huge grocery store which we have to sneak through to get to something on the otherside. We dodge through aisles and onto a table with fruit when we are spotted by some shoppers but they don't threaten us like we thought they would and rather only show curiousity about our small size. The four of us finally get through the grocery store and find ourselves in a dirty run down town.

The dream changes and Vince's two companions disappear and he language and dress of the poor people walking around inform us that we are in a slum in the eastern European country of Tukey. The slum is overrun with gangsters and terrorists and anyone who lives there are virtual prisoners. Vince and I are normal size again and we are now lovers and he is my fiancee. Because of the dangerous conditions of the city we go are seperate ways because Vince has to find something that will let us get out of the slum and to freedom and I am told to mill about a trade center to wait for him.

The trade center is filled with goods from all over the world and I am amused to find a section of Canadian memorabelia and soapstone carvings. There are explosions outside and the people in the trade center panic and start running around to find cover. I ask one old woman what is going on and she tells me that terrorists have been randomly attacking the slum and bombing certain streets. I go outside to try and find Vince and see that there are people walking around cautiously either trying to go about there business or find shelter.

There is an older man who works somewhere nearby that I think can help me, but the bombings are close to where I think I can find him. I search up and down many narrow dirty streets until I find the dentist's office where the older man works, but it is closed and no one is there. I walk out of the alley and see a gang of men wearing masks, carrying weapons and riding crudely built motorbikes riding up and down the streets forcing people to do as they say and to go inside or they will kill them. I know these are the terrorists and I have to hide behind some debris in an alley to avoid being seen until they pass.

I run into a woman who says she knows where the old man is and I follow her to a cafe halfway across the slum. We manage to get there unnoticed by thugs and find many people trying to take shelter or relax and have a coffee. The older man is there and he admits that he knows where Vince is but first we have to go back to his dentist's office to get something. On the way we are stopped by some masked men who threaten us, but the old man shows them a pass of some kind and says that I am his daughter (and he is escorting me home for the forced curfew) they begrudgingly let us on our way.

At the dentist's office the old man is dismayed to find that it has been broken into and the place has been ransacked. His money, passport documents and stash of cigarettes has been stolen. The old man thinks awhile about what to do next before deciding that we should head to the trade center which is not that far away.

The dream becomes fuzzy and I cannot remember a bit but somehow we meet up with Vince who had been captured and tortured by some terrorists. The old man bribes someone to take us to a port town nearby where we can sneak onto a cargo ship and onto freedom. We succeed in getting on the ship but some gangsters or terrorists find out that there are two people trying to escape from Turkey and they get there own ship to pursue us. The crew of the cargo ship get nervous about having us as passengers and dump us on a small island not far away from the port on which there is a circular fortress of some kind that has many levels underground.

Vince suddenly looks like he appeared in Dirge of Cerberus and has acquired some guns from the cargo ship crew and he sends me into the lower floors of the building. He is able to kill some of the pursuers but is forced into the bowls of the fort when confronted with the leader of the terrorists. He gives me one of his handguns and tells me to go to the lowest floor and wait for him. I can hear gun fire and yelling but don't know what is going on until Vincent and the terrorist leader come running down, shooting at each other. The terrorist leader has transformed into a hideous beast and is more impervious to bullets. Vincent has trouble taking him down and just before the end the leader summons more warriors to fight for him.

There is a long gun battle all over the basement of the fort but Vincent eventually triumphs with my help but the dream ends before we leave the island or anything.

5/11/10 - The Neighborhood Creeper
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was at my house, in the living room. My dad had been talking with some neighbors and came to tell me what they'd said. I could tell there was something weird going on.
"Autumn," he told me, "I need you to keep an eye out for a strange guy in a hooded jacket. He is the neighborhood creeper and will steal all our silverware, so please watch out." He then left.
I peeked out the window. Coming towards the house, across the lawn, was a creepy-looking guy of about thirty wearing a red hoodie. I quickly tiptoed over to the front door and locked it. Then I crept back to the window. The guy was right there in front of me! I tried to hide, but he spotted me. He walked through the wall itself and stood in front of me. I made a mean face, attempting to scare him off, but he just laughed. He looked straight at me and suddenly his face transformed. It was hideous, with huge eyes that spun as though he were trying to hypnotize me. I realized that was exactly what he was doing.
I covered my eyes to protect myself, but couldn't resist a peek. The creeper was right up in my face. I blacked out.
When I "woke", I was sitting in a chair in my living room. We talked about something I don't recall.
Then my dad walked in. "Oh, hi," he said, "Who's this?"
The neighborhood creeper glared at me so I replied, "He's.... a friend, Dad."
"Well that's fine then!" said my dad cheerily before retreating to another room.

I was still pissed at my dad when I woke up.

[...]

There was a large base and we were under attack. There was a team trying to sniper the culprit down, but they got shot. SM (lol again) was one of them. I grabbed the sniper rifle off her and managed to kill the culprit. It took a lot of shots. I had never shot a gun before and it got clogged, but I managed to do it and knew how to reload it from remembering how they did it in some computer game.
I felt like shit afterwards for killing the guy. Actually, I felt alright, but it was just a bit weird killing him. I remember thinking that he deserved to die anyway :/

Before that, at the base there was a large factory, like a processing factory and it'd exploded or something. Anyway, the parts of the factory were coloured different colours depending on their temperature and the severity of the explosion (or imminent explosion). BD showed me this, as we were walking out after doing something (I cannot remember what. We were collecting something I think).
As it turns out, this was just a distraction to what the culprit was really trying to do. He killed some Mexicans earlier. They were on boats. I was one of the janitors that had to go into the toilets and move some of the dead bodies. They were wrapped in paper towels, all of them. It was a bit freaky. But afterwards was okay. Someone helped me move one and I remember that the body was cold. I also remember that some of the paper towels were starting to unravel, and reveal the skin of the dead guy...

There was some office with square glass windows...hmm...I'm not too sure about the rest.

I dreamt that my dad replied to my e-mail about whether I should learn traditional or simplified Chinese. He said something about "Who said it was hard to go from simplified to traditional!?", because it shouldn't be. Typical of him.

In another part, someone (TW I think) made the 3D glasses for minecraft and they didn't work very well.

Dream starts off with me in the downtown section of city I do not recognize. The streets are empty of cars and people. It is daytime but the sky is dark with fast moving, stormy clouds. It is not raining but very windy. I have a portable radio with me and the news report says that there is a severe tornato warning in effect. In the distance I can see several tornados twisting and crisscrossing along the horizon and they are coming closer. Every door I try to shops or homes along the street are locked and I start to panic because I cannot find any shelter.

At the end of one street I can see a park with a cement wall bathroom facility. Thankfully the door is unlocked and I can go inside. There are five stalls and I hide in the middle on and cover my head, fearfull that the windows will shatter and drop broken glass all over me when the tornados hit. The sound of the wind howling increases to an almost deafening level and the building starts to shake as the tornados approach. The windows shatter and part of the roof is ripped off as they hit. Everything that is not bolted down gets sucked out of the hole in the roof. I have to cling desperately to a metal bar above the stall door to avoid getting sucked out myself, though I fear the worst when the bathroom stalls begin to shake violently and start to unbolt.

The tornado passes and there is sudden silence. I have a permanant marker in my pocket and I write "This metal bar saved my life" on the bar that I clung too desperately. I turn on my radio again and the news report is saying that more tornados are on the way. No longer feeling safe in the ravaged bathroom facility, I risk going outside to find a better place to hide. Beyond the park is a cemetary and a two storey church. The door has been shaken loose by the storm and I can slip inside. The inside of the church looks like any other except for hundreds of vinyl records laying on the pews and altar. I think that coming here was a bad idea because those vinyl records would be deadly projectiles if airborn, but I cannot leave because several tornados are closing in rapidly.

The church has a basement and I go downstairs to find a place to hide. I am surprised to find that there are four people already taking shelter down there. There is a black couple dressed like they just stepped out of the seventies, a Hispanic man in grey business suit, and an old hippy man with long grey hair in braids and a long grey beard. The black woman introduces herself as Cleopatra (or Cleo for short) and her partner introduced himself as Ben. I cannot remember the suit dude's name but the Hippy introduces himself as Leo as he is rolling a joint from a large bag of marijuana that he is carrying.

I ask the hippy why he is rolling a joint at a time like this and he says "If I'm going to die, man, than I'm going to die high as a kite, man" which amuses the black couple and myself. The Hispanic man scoffs and tells the old hippy that he is wasting his time. I mention that it is funny that Cleo and Leo have such similar names.

The building begins to shake as the wind howls wildly. A tornado hits and debris and vinyl records start flying down the basement stairs. We are all huddled in the far corner behind a cement pillar and are safe from most of the debris. There is a huge crack and crashing sound from upstairs and we discover after the tornado has passed that the church has collapsed on itself. There is enough room for us to slip out of the collapsed building though and get out alive.

I listen to the radio again and hear that the storm is far from over and Cleo points out more tornados in the distance that are approaching. The Hispanic dude gets scared and runs away by himself, ignoring our pleas that we should stick together. The old hippy says that he has a storm shelter within the city in the industrial section but it is far and we'd have to find a car to get us there. His Westfalia microbus just happens to be sitting on a side street near by and it is undamaged to we get in and drive through the back alleys to the industrial section of the city. Along the way we have to dodge many other cars scrambling to get out of the city before the next tornado hits, including a blue semi which almost runs us off the road.

Leo's shelter is located between two large factories and when we go inside we find other people who have taken shelter there, including a mother with two children, some vagrants and a man who is passed out in the middle of the floor. Leo closes the door and we all listen to my portable radio and wait out the storm (as Leo rolls some more joints and passes them around). The announcer on the news says that half of the city has been destroyed by tornados and that they are still coming. No one knows when the storm will end.

The dream ends about there.

Dream starts off in a center for the physically disabled somewhere in the United States. There are many young people there who have some form of physical disability but they also are all conscious and able to communicate. I have recently been admitted and though a am conscious I am unable to talk or anything and my entire body is paralyzed. I am a mystery case for the facilatators of the home because I did not have any identification on me when admitted and they do not know how to contact any relatives. There are three people who work there. The owner of the organization: a black haired man man in his mid thirties, a light-brown haired female attendant in her mid fourties and a blond male attendant also in his mid fourties.

I am put in a wheelchair and rolled into a amplitheater room with a big screen and there is a nature movie or documentary playing. The other disabled teens try to talk to me and though I can hear them, I am unable to respond. After the movie is over the other teen are returned to their rooms but the attendants and I am the last to go. For some reason the female attendant doesn't like me and she dumps me out of my wheelchair onto the floor down a little used hall, where I lay all night and most of the next day.

During the night my spirit is able to leave me body and I can float around the center and watch things going on. While the owner is in his office the two attendants retreat to an office on the other side of the building and start drinking alcohol and doing drugs. After the owner leaves the intoxicated female attendant rifles through the owner's officer looking for something. There is a part of the dream involving elevators on the outside of the building leading to secret top for rooms or something but the dream is fuzzy and I cannot remember much.

The next day a female inspector arrives unannounced and find me laying on the floor in the back hall. The male attandant is perplexed but the female attandant denies all knowledge of anything and tries to blame me for faking my vegatable state and when that doesn't work she claims one of the other disabled teens must have done it, even though it would be physically impossible for them, literally.

Even after all this I am still left on the floor as the center continues with it's activities as normal. The attendants ignore me but some of the disabled teens try to protest on my behalf, but to no avail. I am still out of my body and my spirit still floats around. That night my spirit follows the female attendant after her intoxicated fling with the make attandant, into a room in the basement which has a big decorated door at the other end.

She goes through the door and it opens up into a grand baroque design dining hall where many tables are elegantly set for many guests. The ceiling is very high and huge bay windows let lots of light in as if it were the middle of the day. Between the tables and leading to other rooms is a set of traintracks for a train about 1/3 the size of the real thing. At the large table in the center of the room sits North Korean leader Kim Jong-il with his entourage. His followers are singing praises to their leader and a little Korean girl in gymnastic tights is dancing on the table.

The female attandant whom I followed in spirit begins putting wine galsses on the tables and is pouring wine for everyone as more guests arrive. The new guests are wither Korean or Caucasian but all seem happy to be in the presence of Kim Jong-il. There are several other servants and one woman and man are giving people wine filled glasses but for some reason they keep putting the glasses on the table upside down and spilling the wine all over the guests, though no one seems bothered by this. A train suddenly appears from another room and pulls up in front of Kim Jong, who boards it along with many of his guests, and it starts weaving along the tracks and around the room, and eventually to other rooms which are also in the baroque style and as elegantly decorated.

My spirit follows unnoticed by everyone except the North Korean leader who starts yelling at me to come closer and teach him how to fly. His entourage ignore their leader's yelling at seemingly thin air as drunken rambling and continue singing his praises. I fly above the train for a while but it sudden exits the building and stops on a high hill over looking a forest. My spirit transforms into a dark brown eagle or hawk and I start flying out over the forest. King Jong-il transforms into a Bald Eagle and follows.

I dip through tree branches and swerve in and out of thickets trying to lose my follower but he is able to stay on my tail. The forest gives way to a city with many tall buildings and skyscrapers and I easily sail over top of them while Kim Jong seems to have trouble maintaining the same amount of hight, though he is able to keep pace with me by flying around the tall buildings and not over them.

He tries to talk to me about one of his sons, but I am too busy enjoying the freedom of flying and I ignore him. The city ends and an ancient forests will trees as tall as skyscrapers appears and I fly low through their thick trunks. There are stick and mud huts built in some of the trees and I can see primitive people living there. They come out of their little houses or stop working to watch me fly by. Somewhere along the way I have lost the Kim Jong bald eagle but I think little of it and keep flying. The ancient forest eventually gives way to beautiful snow capped mountains and a pristine, sparkling lake.

The dream ends there.

5/8/10 - Out of Uniform
Dream Non-dream Lucid

It was Monday, and I was at school, talking to Hannah, who was sitting on the gym floor. I noticed her outfit and asked, "Didn't you know we were out of uniform today?" She groaned. "I totally forgot!"
I looked down at my own clothes. From head to waist, I was in uniform - a white polo with a navy blue sweatshirt over it - but tied around my waist, in place of a skirt, was a large blue Gap sweatshirt turned inside out. Underneath it I was wearing navy Gap sweatpants, and down by my knee, as if I were in the process of taking them off, were my pajama pants. I don't believe I was wearing shoes.
"Hannah," I said, "look at what I'm wearing!" She gaped at me. "I must've been really confused this morning!" I exclaimed. "I'm gonna go call my Dad; maybe he'll bring me some clothes."

My memory fails me.

5/8/10 - Mom, the Maid
Dream Non-dream Lucid

A little background... my mom is constantly cleaning the house, but as she does she often tells us, "I am NOT your maid!" because she thinks we should be the ones cleaning it. Well, we kinda should, but whatever.

I was in my house, getting ready for school after what seemed to be a long break. I was up about three hours earlier than usual, though, as were my mom and brother. I don't know what'd happened to my Dad, but he wasn't home.
My mom had woken us up early to clean the house. She was running around cleaning up anything possible. My brother, Will, went into the kitchen to get some breakfast, and I sat in the living room and listened to my iPod Touch. I believe the song was "Flawz" by Caitlin Crosby. When the song was over, I turned off the iTouch and started wandering the house. I went into what should be my parents' bathroom, but in the dream was my mom's office. Her desk was covered in papers and there were about three bowls of half-eaten cereal there aswell. I found it normal and went upstairs to my room. Oh, crap... I saw that my mom had cleaned my room already, and left an unfinished homework assignment lying on the floor. If she saw it she'd flip, so I hid it under a pile of books and was about to dump them in my bag when my mom walked in. "Oh, hey," I said nervously. "I was just packing up for school." She glared at me. Ooh, she creeped me out. I slipped the books into my bag and zipped it up before settling down on top of my bed.
"So," she said, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, "what'd you do with Macy's bag of candy?" I felt choked, like I couldn't speak. "You threw it away, didn't you?" I shook my head and said, "I gave it to her."

Somehow I woke up between her asking me a question and my answering. Has that ever happened to you? A DC asks you a question and you answer when you wake up? It was a weird feeling.

5/7/10 - A Bug's Life Takes Flight
Dream Non-dream Lucid

This dream I had this morning between 8:00 and 9:00. It felt much longer, though.

Two kids, brother and sister, along with their friend Zazu (from The Lion King ) and an iguana, were living in an ant colony. The ants pretty much looked like people, and they had a male ant who was their cheif. The girl - who looked suspiciously like Miranda Cosgrove - had befrended the cheif's daughter and managed to get her brother and animal friends accepted into the colony as well. They all participated in colony events and such.
I figured I was watching a movie but was able to interact with it by moving things around.
At some point, Zazu and his iguana pal decided to go down a river/water ride within the ant hill which led to the outside world. Zazu was used as a boat while the iguana rode atop his head. The river went into a tunnel and then went down a steep drop through a darker tunnel, after which Zazu and the iguana were seperated. Zazu started to panic - "What's happening!? I can't swim!" - as he went through twisting tunnels with haunted house-themed decor. He finally got off the ride and had ended up in a museum, no longer ant size but bird-sized instead. He took a minute to find his iguana friend and they left the museum.
I was then standing in a scene outside the now-tent-sized anthill. The now-human-sized ants were sitting around a fire and definately looked like indians. Suddenly I had a thought. "This is weird. Maybe I'm dreaming," and BOOM! Instant lucidity, if only semi-lucid. I started walking away from the indians/ants when their cheif asked me, "Where are you going?" I didn't want to upset the DC's so I lied and said, "Oh, I was just going to....find some herbs."
The ant people looked suspicious but the cheif let me go anyway. I felt bad about leaving so I pointed at them and said "Pause," making them freeze and promised I'd be back later to continue the dream. Then I walked a little ways away, gave a giant leap into the sky, and flew away using the swimming technique. Sadly, the dream was so unstable that everything went black and I ended up in my bedroom, wearing a jacket and sweats.
I still knew I was dreaming, so I jumped through the ceiling and onto the roof. As I started to fly off my mom stuck her head out a window and called out, "Wait! We have a family gathering in the morning! You have to stay here." I tried to explain that it was all a dream so it didn't matter, and took off. In the air I noticed the dream's instability and tried to make it more vivid by (stupidly) taking off my jacket and sweatpants, so all I was wearing was a shirt and underwear. The dream went black anyway so I was left in darkness, not knowing what to do and trying not to wake up.
I managed to have a false awakening which saved the dream for the moment. I knew I was still dreaming and ran downstairs and out the door. I immediately jumped into the air and prepared to fly away, but everything went black again and I woke up.

Something I noticed was that, even though I knew the sun was up IRL, it was the middle of the night in my dream.
It seems I was pretty desperate to fly away. Dunno why.

I am at a public fair of some kind. I don't know the place but there is a large circular Romanesque building in the center and rides and consession stands surrounding it. The circular building in the center is multistoried and I am on an elevator going down to the ground floor. There I meet someone I knew in public school, J.P, though he looks older. He is lost and trying to find his way somewhere. I help him orient himself and he goes on his way.

I am there for army training and see the group that I am supposed to be in and start following. The group is led by Lieutenant-General Roméo Dallaire and he is weaving us through thrater seat aisles and pillers around the building and various rides and events outside. After we have completed a circuit we start again but this time jogging. The rest of the group seems fine but one other girl and myself soon start to tire and have difficultly keeping up.

After the second circuit is completed Lieutenant-General Dallaire starts the group running. Halfway through the circuit I am too tired to run anymore and fall behind, losing sight of the group. I am outside of the circular building and near a large inflatable male lion that is coloured black. It is laying down but it's mouth open as if amidst a might roar. I feel disheartened already because of failing to keep up with the group and falling behind but also feel equally small and pathetic next to this mighty lion. I sit down on a folded metal seat nearby and mope.

Sometime after I have caught my breath the Lieutenant-General and the group rounds and corner and approaches me. I stand up and apologize profusely to Dallaire but he only responds by asking if I am ready to go. I do not understand and he says that he "never leaves a man behind." I protest and say that I am not good enough but he responds that I won't know if I give up trying. I am feeling a bit refreshed after my rest and agree to try again. The group starts off again at a jog and as I follow I look over my shoulder at the inflatable lion and see that it has changed colour to a bright and luminous golden. For some reason this gives me confidence to press on.

The group eventually starts to run again and this time I am able to keep up for the whole circuit. The running comes to an end at a clearing on the tarmac outside of the circular building where a small stage with a red curtain backdrop has been set up. Many civilians have gathered around and in the crowd I can see my father. Lieutenant-General Roméo Dallaire gets up on the stage and starts introducing the runners, giving them little medals and declaring that they have completed the recruitment process and are now officially in the army. Everyone else goes first and I am last.

When it is my turn the Lieutenant-General gives me a metal, says I have completed my training and then adds that I have a special significance in completing this because I persevered in the end and made my father proud. Dallaire notes that I am now in the army at the same age that my father joined the navy and that our proud family militay history will continue. I am confused by all this and though happy to have completed the training I still don't feel that I am good enough to be in the army.

The dream ends there.

Dream starts off in my parent's house. I am about the age of 12 or 13 and home alone with my brother Ryan because my parents have gone out for the night. I am standing in the kitchen looking out the window to the driveway. A black pick up trucks pulls in. Several of my bother's friends get out and come to the door. I don't know why people are showing up to our house and go ask my brother and he says that he is having a party, and that if I go downstairs then I will know what he means.

I go downstairs to the den in the basement. The door is open to the computer room and I can see a table set up for many people to dine. Throughout the basement there is a stereo system and many wires crisscrossed across the room and hanging from the ceiling. Many of the wires are sparking and crackling. I go back up stairs to tell Ryan about the danger but he is too busy talking to his friends as they sit around the kitchen table. More friends of his arrive.

I am upset and tell Ryan that he's not supposed to have parties when mom and dad are not home but he tells me off and demands I go to my room. I try to blackmail him by saying that if he doesn't ask his friends to leave that I will tell mom and dad about how he hurt me as a child. He ignores me and goes downstairs with his friends and begins to dine, ignoring the sparking electrical wires. I go down as well to watch but feel helpless and angry.


Dream ends there.

I can't remember much of the beginning of the dream but it included a mixture of characters from Final Fantasy 7 and people I used to know in grade and high school, as well as many random dream characters. The setting takes place on a beach by an ocean and there is a huge temple by the waterfront. The building is open concept because it consists of gigantic stone pillars holding up a triangular roof and most of the floor is just made up of the sand from the beach. At one end of the temple there is a raised circular section which sits in front of a large altar upon which a scupted stone statue of a Goddess stands. The Goddess is attired in a toga and there are rollerblades on her feat. Her arms are outstreached and pours water from her hands onto the circular platform below when she wants to bless someone.

The main dream character is Rosso the Crimson and she comes to the beach with the other FF7 characters. People are rollerblading in the circular altar below the Goddess statue and Rosso really wants to join in but she doesn't have any rollerblades of her own on top of not knowing how to skate. She talks to a few people and finds someone willing to lend her some blades (the person Rosso borrows from looks like my dream character Kalima) and tries to skate at the circular altar. Because she doesn't know how Rosso stumbles about and falls many times and the other people rollerblading get angry and throw her out of the circle, saying that the Goddess will bless only those who know how to skate and to try an enter the circular altar not knowing how is blasphemy.

Rosso is saddened but determined to learn and she goes off to a parking lot outside of the beach to practice. Night falls and the beach and temple empty, but Rosso stays up all night learning how to keep her balance and eventually how to spin on her toes. When the morning comes and the beach and temple again fill with people, Rosso returns to the circular altar and shows off what she has learned. Most people ignore her until Rosso starts spinning around and around on her toe wheel and the Goddess statue starts pouring water from her outstretched hands onto Rosso below.

5/5/10 - Dragon Warrior of Time
Dream Non-dream Lucid

It began as a continuation of the chapter of The Fire Eternal by Chris D'lacey that I'd just read. I was 16-year-old Lucy Pennykettle, sitting in the office of Tam Farrell, a guy who writes for some newspaper. He had just told security to leave us alone. I asked him, "How'd you know it was me? Did the dragons restore your memory?" He nodded and started pacing the room.
Then the scene changed and I was myself in my old school lunchroom with Bergstrom, another book character. He told me a "great evil" was coming and I was chosen to fight it. "Be prepared," he said, then disappeared. I held an Inuit charm he'd given me and shook it, calling out to the Pennykettle dragons for help. Nothing happened. I tried again, this time calling a specific dragon. "G'reth," I called, "G'reth!" Again, no response. I sighed and hung the charm around my neck by a string, like a lucky necklace. I figured the dragons' fire had been snuffed out by the "great evil" and I'd have to wait to revive them.
I exited the lunchroom and started toward the main school building when I heard a creaking noise. There was a trailer next to the lunchroom, and it was falling over, straight towards me. I frowned at it and pointed with my right hand. "Sit still," I commanded. It rocked back into place and stayed there, giving me a smug feeling of satisfaction.
I went into the school building and looked around. Nothing was happening. Nobody was at school. I figured I'd take care of the "great evil" later and looked at my watch, which in the dream was a time-turner. I turned it back three or four days and checked out my surroundings. Kids were all over - a normal school day. I decided to seek out someone I knew and found Bee. I showed her my time-turning watch, but she didn't believe me about it so I tried to prove it. We went a few days into the future, and......

I woke up, or rather, was woken up.