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Chris and I are in a truck. We're driving up north to a cottage, and we're talking about how he used to come up here as a kid. Loose wooded patches pass us by through the windows, and the grey light outside doesn't reveal any animals of sorts.

"When I was a kid, I had a dirt bike up here. That thing was fast, you cloud rip it anywhere up here pretty fast."

We got to his place, and left pretty quickly, with our little brothers in tow. We first went to a pavilion. Under it's roof was a small model of the surrounding woods. It had the mountains, rivers, and full typography modeled out in clay and paint. I picked up some pieces and saw that they were live, that they would expand naturally as I explored the place. Good, a map. We went for a walk down a forest path and came across an old barn. There were deep muddy trenches around it on either side, carved by trucks and heavy rain. More reason why the sky was so grey, thank god it was dry so far. I was looking at the barn, thinking about how pointless it would be to walk around just to soak myself in mud, when I saw something out the corner of my eye. Chris is standing with a cheeky grin, and next to him is a little pocket bike, like the ones for little kids. It has a little motor and wheels the size of canteloups. I hop on and kickstart the thing, and immediately it reveals to me that it has more power than it looks. The boys must have done some work on her in their childhood. I look around for some possible places to ride, but most areas are full of muddy water. There's back where we came from, or a path that strangely has snow cover. I choose snow, more adventure.

"Try it out, see if it still works."

It did. I was ripping off through the woods as fast as you could say 'wear a helmet'. I didn't need one, this was a land of childhood innocence and the forest would protect me. Down the path I went, through snow and patches of frozen ground. Soon I came upon a large circular depression carved into the snow, maybe 6 feet down and 50 feet in diameter, with a few expertly crafted snowmen spaced around the clearing seemingly at random. Aa staircase of snow at one edge lead to a deep uinderground network of snow carved tunnelsl; or so I assumed.

"Hey"

A man walked out from behind a particularly large snow man.

"You come to build?"

No I hadn't. So there were people here, strange. I had thought Chris' family owned all the land. And he roamed freely here as a child, strange. I noticed the guy was carving a perfect snail, with small delicate flowers growing from its shell, entirely from snow. I recognized this snail, and I knew that I must have seen the man before.

"I know you."

"Probably. Been coming here for years. Join in if you'd like."

What a weird dude. I nodded goodbye and headed off on the bike, bringing that little hopped-up motor to life and aiming her force back at the pavilion. I arrived to find Chris talking to my mom. They greeted me and showed me the map. More had been filled in! Strangely, some portion of it seemed off.. There was a mountain nearby that was covered in strange mud or rot that was obscuring the detail of the clay typography before. I wiped most of it off with my hand and then placed that section back on the map, not really any clearer on why it was like that. I resolved never to go near there. Chris said I could keep using ol' betsy, so I just immediately turned it around and went back toward the snow. When I saw the depression again I went clear around it and saw a rocky path going up a hill back into normal, non permafrost woods. Going up the hill I realized that the bike didn't have as much power as I'd hoped. It was a bit of a struggle to get up, but when I reached the top I saw something pretty iincredible. Beyond me the path continued down into a valley, and at the bottom was the ruins of a pretty massive pioneer era building. I ripped down the hill toward the place, but the closer I got the more of it was complete. It wasn't being built by magic, it was just the draw distance of my dream had not allowed those sections to load visually. By the time I got there I could hear people inside. I put the kickstand up and went in. I was not prepared for the inside.

I am surrounded by naked women. Some of them are insanely beautiful, some more average looking, but none who wouldn't turn a head on the sidewalk. I walk through the house, seemingly ignored by the occupants. I think they're part of the building, and I am the only guest. None of them engage me or pay me much mind, they just continue on with seemingly scripted movements and conversations. Two of them in another room begin to kiss. I walk downstairs to the basement, it's warmly lit. Entering the first room on the right, I see a bed and sit down for a moment to collect my thoughts. Where the hell am I.

"Hey"

A soft voice, like a tired girlfriend welcoming me back home in the early hours of the morning. The smell of hot cocoa. I look up. It's Scarlett Johansson. Spread so effortlessly on a chaise longue, she smiled softly at me, her eyes locked on mine. Sitting next to her against the other wall was another actress, a beautiful girl who I surely recognized but could not place. I said nothing, just waiting to see what was to happen. It happened quickly, yet at a glacier's pace all the same. Scarlett rose up, slinking with the practiced elegance of a feline huntress. She turned to the girl with a smile.

"Wait here for me baby"

She was soundlessi in her approach. I find her arms around me, her mouth kissing mine. She pulled back and smiled again, holding my complete consciousness in palm. Her eyes telegraphed a message to me. There was more to come. The giddy fire of a child on christmas rose up inside me. She had presents. She held my hand and lead me up the stairs. We were giong somewhere, but I knew that every inch of this house was crawling with other women, and I wanted just her. This place must be designed to fulfill your wildest carnal dreams. I had a greater idea of where I was now.
I grabbed Scarlett, finding myself already naked, and slid in her. I will forever be amazed by the power of this sensation when dreaming. The element of reality is missing, and it cannot be compared to the real thing in all of it's delicacy and presence, but that does not detract from the raw bliss.

I am at the top of an old wooden staircase, slamming one of the world's most beautiful women from behind. And somehow, I remember to pull out. I guess all of my practice in the real world has trained my subconscious for this moment in a deep way. She smiles at me, and then walks away, continuing on her scripted path through the halls. This place must have a lot of money, because she is the real thing, no android or lookalike, and this is what she does. I walk through the house and see more and more famous women, and a few patrons who have entered since I did. I leave, and go up the hill. I find a place crowded with people and carnival games. This entire woods must be one spread out retreat. I head back down to the shack to take it all in, and I see my dad and Paul M on a hill nearby looking down at it. My father is purchasing the pleasure cabin as his retirement investment. How he has so much money I have no idea. They leave to go celebrate the moment, and I speak to a man on the hill, which I now see is covered in hundreds of shirtless old men, like an old roman bath.

In the final moments of my dream, I look up and see the rain finally pouring, the grey sky giving in to its own weight. I open my mouth and feel the rain on my tongue, and then spit some out.

I wake up, and realize that I just spit a big gob of saliva onto my pillow. Gross.

1. I was sitting in a barber's chair inside of a relatively medium sized room. The floor was covered in carpet and the walls were painted a soft dark yellow. Suddenly a thin blanket is cast over me covering my entire upper body. At this point I realized that I was getting a haircut. "You want a 1 or 2 on the sides?" the barber asked me. "Actually I want a 0 on the sides" I replied. I remember that the barber himself was light-skin and had medium length black hair. Next thing I know, something happened and I ended up having to get out of the chair. I remember some of my friends suddenly coming into the room and causing a disruptive scene. As I got out of the chair, I looked to my right and saw a set of 3 tables. Each table was round and made of an extremely light brown wood and was polished. Around 4 to 5 chairs accompanied each table.
I walked over to these tables. I assumed that all of my friends were sitting at the left most table, so I took a seat there. Upon sitting down I noticed many girl like things laying on the surface of the table; like pink and purple highlighters, neon paper, and other things. Just then, my friends walk towards the tables and they all sit at the right most table. Seconds later, a group of girls start walking towards the table I'm sitting at. "Shit I guess this was the table they were sitting at." I thought to myself. The 4 girls then sat at the same table as me, and they didn't say a word. I then realized that A was sitting in the chair directly to the right of me. I felt a little weird in this situation. I kept getting the feeling that A was waiting for me to talk to her, to say something.

#498 - DEILD - TIME?

I have to be breif and It wasn't so awesome of an LD but I was happy hitting after being unfocused so much. All I was trying to do was work on recall but I end up doing a DEILD and imagining nose plugs until it really felt like I was pinching my nose. As soon as I get a solid dreamy nose plug I realize I am in the dream and I get brief vibrations. Expectation, I suppose. I stumble around my dark dream house for a bit. Some random things happen and I have an FA where I try to DJ. Then I wake up and try DEILD again but lose focus and never wake up until the alarm. I'm lucky I recalled this at all.

I awake and instantly want to go back into sleep, only move to comfortable position. Start repeat the mantra mentally with intention of lucid dreaming. The mantra is the first five verses of St. John's Gospel, as suggested in concentration technique from the "Rosicrucian Cosmo-Conception" book.

See a long dream, where at the end I was put into some prison and at the same time the clinic, skip it.
When I'm walking down the hall, it was no longer madhouse but the normal hospital, and there I realize I'm dreaming. I think about myself in reality, tell myself first and last name, pay attention to the awareness, and it began to amplify. That was my plan in those days.
Then I went into some room, there are many children running around and sit at the tables, I go between them, children touch and look at me. I see the door to the second room, and go to it. At the entrance, on the table I see a girl, she looks like Angelina Jolie. Come up and looked at her, she looks at me, I see that is not Angelina Jolie, and girl 12 years. I go into next room, there is the same, returned to the first room.
Was bored, I want to get out of here, think I need to find a portal to another location or any exit away. I look around, can not find any portal or exit, and I saw the window. I see outside a very beautiful wooded mountain, it is a way out. I went to the window and begin to penetrate through it, there were two glasses, passed through them, standing on the ledge, putting my hands along the wall. Old brick house, facade is not repaired. Children ran up the window and look at me. Feel the cold wind, air is fresh and pleasant. large distance to mountain. I look at the streets of the city, looking down height of about 5 floors, was a bit scared, but I knew that I was in a dream and nothing to fear.
I think what to do, jump or not, decide not to jump because afraid to awake, think maybe I fly down smoothly, but not sure what will happen, decided to just slide down the wall. I turned and took hold of the ledge, it broke at once and I slowly fly down, fragments flying around me. Landing softly, near falling fragments, when hitting the ground broken into black sand. And I become to lose the picture, dream faded, and awake

1 pt non lucid (I had to get up at 4:30 to get my clown make up done for school so yep 1 pt is all I got.)

3 Step Goal:
Fly
Element Manipulation
Practice a Waking Life Hobby

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country

Week 2 task Intermediate:
Put on a halloween costume and gain the powers/abilities of the costume.

Non-luic: Mike & I were walking along a highway when we heard gun shots. We immediately got down in a ditch by a college campus. A guy died right in front of us . The world had become caos so we found refuge in a community of ppl at this college. There were a whole lot of awful things happening & ppl sharing stories. Then Mike & I witnessed a woman get shot & we patiently waited while an organizer person talked to a man who could acquire some medical supplies & other stuff. We were hoping for a gun but no dice. But we did get other items from him. We started walking around the campus that used to be the college pub. My first husbands brother was there. His wife was there too & she was telling us of their hardships about trying to keep a fire going when it was so cold. She also talked about water issues & a whole lot death. It was so sad. And as we went about things all throughout the dream was masses of death everywhere.

10/31/2016
10:30 – 2:30
4:00 – 5:30

Related to a different dream I had in the past. There was a group of people. A few adults and a couple of kids. We're trying to get out of like a house, but bigger than a house. There's this weird undead army, like with rotted military uniforms. They were no more than 20 or 30 yards away. They're not attacking us, but we have to make our way out. In the last dream they were more aggressive than they are this time. We're getting ready to leave and we're trying to pack up our stuff without them doing anything. Trying to make it out without them doing anything or making it worse with them. We were deciding what to get and grabbing sleeping bags and get ready without startling them. It was like "If we just be quiet they won't follow us for a while."

It ties into a dream I had before which was pretty tense and were being driven around by them and it was a lot more tense. At one point I realized that I hadn't washed my clothes and I was going to have to pack them dirty, but I said something like “We'll just make a washing machine when we get there.” The setting of the house was modern and normal, but the place we were doing to head toward was wilderness, maybe time shifted, but I knew that I had experience from going there before, so I was annoyed, but not worried. I don't remember that previous dream in WL, but I remembered it as a separate session while in this dream. This wasn't scary, but it was very focused and on-task, especially since we had kids with us and having to keep them quiet. I felt like they did well though, like they hadn't been to this place we were heading, but they were going to do fine.

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Short dream about work where I was heading to a meeting and found out the guy that supposed to lead it wasn't working there anymore, but he going to lead it anyway for some reason. I considered sending him a text, but then I woke up.

I was watching an egg hatch at first I thought it was a chicken then it became clear to me that it was some kind of exotic bird almost like a dinosaur. The edible looked extremely frail as if it was dying so I tried to pick it up and put it into water witch was its natural habitat. In the process of doing that I accidentally kill the animal and I feel extremely horrified.

I was hanging out with this girl that like me but I realized that she invited another guy to come hang out with us. she like this guy and I was like oh well whatever I don't really care. The guy that she invited was a famous Pick Up Artist by the name of Mystery. when he arrived there he said that he was mixed with black and white but in real life this is not the case. I was like well you don't look half black. and then we left on how we both pulled the same girl but we both didn't care because we both had many other girls.

I’m at a high school reunion, where the entire class is in some quiz competition for a prize. One of the challenges is to guess the total height of the two shortest guys in the class, and ironically, both of those two get it wrong.

I get up for WBTB, but for circumstances beyond my control, I stay up too long and don’t have enough time to sleep before my alarm goes off. Being the genius I am, I hit the snooze button about 3 times. After pressing it the third time, I start drifting back to sleep, when I suddenly find myself standing up beside my bed. My room looks weird, as one of the walls is at an angle. I plug my nose and find that I’m dreaming. I do my usual routine that I do when I start a lucid from my bedroom - I leave through the window. I take a running start and jump, phasing through the window until I start flying outside. I look down and notice that I’m incredibly high up above a castle, having just jumped out of one of the towers on the outer edge. I decide to fly to the top of the tower, where I see a stone gargoyle perched on the roof. I fly up to it and try to start a conversation, but it just starts shouting Bible verses about sexual immorality and then flies off. Weird.

I slide down the roof, hopping from slope to slope until I finally reach the ground. I’m in this huge open field, and a ton of people in colonial outfits are walking around. It has a very Assassin’s Creed feel to it, which makes me remember (erroneously) that one of my personal goals was to assassinate someone with a hidden blade. I quietly sneak up behind one of the people and shove my hand into their back, and a blade appears that pierces through them. I look down and see that I’ve stabbed a young child - apparently this large field is a playground, as I realize everyone around me is under the age of 10. All of them stop moving and stare at me with a look of shock. I run off before the police arrive and/or the guilt sets in.

I see a marker in front of me directing me towards my actual target, which is inside this large wooden house. I sense that my target is being interrogated in a room off to the right, and I have to rescue him by sneaking around the back, where there’s a guard sitting on the stairs. Luckily, there’s a nice little space under the stairs where I can hide, but I get kinda stuck trying to crawl into it on my stomach. While I’m doing this, the guard gets up and walks towards the hallway where my legs are still sticking out. I think my cover’s blown, but instead he just says “Legs up, love.” I bend my knees and lift my feet up. “Cheers, mate.” He continues down the hall completely unconcerned. I exit and head around to the stairs, where there’s a computer screen and mouse on a desk. It obviously seems strangely out of place, but I use it anyway. When I click the mouse, a large GlaDoS-like robot comes out of the wall in the next room and tazes the guard. I come around the corner and open the door to find my target is… Claptrap from Borderlands. Except he explains to me that his name is “Gary Gary Gary”. I tell him to follow me.

I exit the room and find that I’m in a futuristic-looking train station of sorts. Everything looks white and pristine, and large electronic billboards light up the night sky. Just then, an announcement comes over the PA:
“Attention, do not be alarmed. Police are on the scene searching for a white-cloaked criminal, last seen murdering a security guard and kidnapping a service droid, Gary Gary Gary. If you have any information as to their whereabouts, please notify a police officer.”
I see a ton of police swarming the scene. “Gary!”
“Uh, it’s ‘Gary Gary Gary’…”
“Whatever! Shut up and act natural!”
I stand with my back to the officers, hoping to not draw any attention and blend in. Instead, I hear an officer shout, and a bullet whizzes past my head. “Change of plans, RUN!”

I take off towards the train tracks and cross to the other side, followed closely by Gary and my pursuers. I pull a white handgun out of my pocket and start firing back at the officers, managing to only take down one in the process. I turn down a small hallway and burst through a door here. Inside is a dark passageway with a long staircase down. I jump onto the rail and grind my way down on my feet. Once I reach the bottom, I cross another set of train tracks and reach a long staircase going back up. I turn around to see Gary has managed to keep up rather well, and behind him are fewer police officers. However, I start to hear the bark of police dogs, and I know that they’ll soon catch me. I pick up Gary and throw him under my arm. “Hold on tight!” I lean forward and put all my effort into picking up speed. It’s difficult at first, since I’m going upstairs, but I soon notice I’m taking the stairs 4 at a time at an incredible rate. I look around long enough to see the last of my pursuers disappearing into the darkness behind me. I slow back down as I reach the top of the stairs, which lead to an exit in a bright, hilly area. To the right of the exit is what looks like a street gang, but on closer inspection, I see that it’s the members of Pentatonix, singing “Zero to Hero” from Hercules. I soon wake up from my alarm going off. Not bad for a 10-minute snooze cycle.

1 NLD - 1
WBTB - 2
DILD - 10
RC - 1
Fully phase through big solid object - 10
Fly - 5
Interact with a DC - 2
Basic summoning (hidden blade) - 5
2nd step (basic summoning) - 10
Super speed - 5

Night Total - 51 pts

Nothing recalled this night.

Bed @ 2230 /w water
Woke @ 0110 /w full bladder

Trick-Or-Treating
It's the day of Halloween, and I'm working on some kind of project. My wife receives a call from her parents, and from what I can hear it sounds like they're on their way over. I get stressed out - they're coming hours earlier than expected, and I'm not going to get to finish my project, so some of my plans may have to be swapped around. I decide I should probably take a quick shower now, but I don't want to do it without checking with my wife to see if she needs anything else from me, and she's still on the phone.

Now I'm walking up a guy's driveway with the kids. He's got a transparent plastic sheet, which has been painted to look like a spider web, strung across the middle of the driveway. As we're walking around it, I note that it's barely flapping at all and realize that it's somehow attached to the driveway. I take a closer look and see that something like large nails has been driven directly into the concrete. I'm surprised that something so permanent-looking would be used to hold up something that's so temporary.

Now I'm standing in front of the house. A couple of guys are sitting there, greeting people and inviting them inside. It looks like they're throwing a party and inviting everyone who comes by. I overhear him talking with my father-in-law, and they're talking something about mirrors. For the first time, I notice the entire garage door is covered by mirrors, and - looking through the front door - I can see that the interior back wall is mirrored. Going inside, I find that every wall is mirrored. The visual distortion (though not hall-of-mirrors) really messes with me, and I have trouble keeping my balance as I walk. I'm carrying my toddler and have to step very carefully so I don't fall over. I hope no one looks at me and thinks I'm drunk. As I'm trying to get back my balance, I see a couple of bookshelves on opposite sides of the room. One has new and used movies, and the other has books. Neither one is very full, and most of the movies and books are lying on their sides. I assume that the owner's real reason for inviting us to his "party" was to get us to see his "store" and encourage us to buy something. I glance over the movies and don't see anything that even remotely interests me. I glance over the books and see "Adam of the Road" and remember it fondly; then I remember that it was my daughter who read it, not me, and that the book I'm thinking of is actually "Dark Rising."

BTB @ 0125 /w water
Woke @ 0230

Taking my pills
I'm in my bathroom. I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that it's exactly 3:00, which puts me only 5 minutes off from having had exactly 3 90 minute sleep cycles - perfect! Tonight I used water as my "alarm" since I wasn't sure when to set a real one for, but next time I'll just set my Fitbit's silent alarm. I take my galantamines, but I knock over the bottle as I'm trying to put the cap back on. Pills have gone everywhere, and I start to clean them up. My wife groggily sticks her head in and asks what I'm doing.

The dream was so real and so accurate that I was really confused when I saw the clock showing 2:30. It took me a couple of minutes to convince myself that it really was a dream and that I hadn't already taken it, but since I keep each dose in a separate compartment in a pill container, it was easy enough to prove that it really was a dream.

For the rest of the night, I didn't record wakings or dreams, so the dreams are less detailed and have no timestamp.

Long bridge
I'm watching a group of people driving across a long bridge to get to a city. As I look out to the sea behind them, I see many enormous waves. I wonder if the bridge is in danger from them, but I see that, despite how enormous the waves are, the bridge is tall enough to remain untouched.

Now I see the group reaching the bottom of stairwell in a parking deck. They're somehow in peril.


Flying computer
I'm in what looks like a large room in an office building. Tables with short stacks of rack-mount servers are scattered around the edges of the room. The man who's running this event - a late-twenty's man wearing a dark suit - tells us to each sit on one of the stacks of servers. I don't move for a moment, feeling like this is some kind of practical joke, but everyone else heads towards a stack and sits straddling it. Feeling a little foolish, I do the same.

Now I'm still sitting on my server, but I'm flying around the room about head-height. The main guy is congratulating me, and everyone else is looking on in a combination of amazement and jealousy.


No lucids from the galantamine tonight ...

One was a DILD involving me using my super powers to shoot a tornado out of the sky. Yes, strange. Second was a WILD induced via the greatest method of all time, SSILD.

The second lucid dream was interesting, to say the least. The transition happened with me losing awareness of the outside world. I knew I was in transition when I could vividly imagine myself in motion - spinning with my arms out on the same axis as a rotisserie. The spinning began to materialize a dream, my backyard. I immediately attempted to find Naomi, the dream character, but when I was at the entrance of the park, the dream began to fade out and end. Was this the fourth time I have failed after being so close?

The Elusive Naomi.

On a side note, looking at the dates of my previous entries, I have had 5 lucid dreams in a 7 day period. Still more work to do on the path of mastery.

Had a few normal dreams involving police - wrongfully accused, escaping from prison, trying to avoid the cops after an accident. Hence the last lucid was me getting my own back on the dream police, kinda

30/10/2016
Short LD "Trapped"
I am in a small room that is both bedroom and kitchen. JR is making breakfast and talking about there being special beds for the FBI. Why are the FBI here? Well to sleep. They get the more comfortable beds. Lucky sods.

One of the double beds, identified as mine, has a woman sleeping in it. She is unfamiliar to me. Probable false memory of us being intimate earlier. I ask her if she wants a cup of tea but she smiles at me and shakes her head sleepily. I put some trousers on and go to get breakfast.

Back at the breakfast table the discussion turns to plans: We will go to a seaside town and build great wooden ships, and sell the experience to people (boatbuilding experience?) It will be called Newmark? Also, we discuss how it will be a free place where people can sing whatever they like without comment.

To get to Newmark there is a bus. We end up on the bus but get stopped at a checkpoint. An inspector raises the bus on a giant hydraulic lift. We stand at the side of the road. Ducking down I can see right under the bus. A lorry filled with huge silver containers drives past. I try to move around the bus as the inspector then says they need to repeat the lift on the other side.

The bus falls back down and then metal barriers form around me. I am trapped under the bus. If the driver leaves now, I will be crushed under the wheels. Intense fear fills me but then I become lucid. I try to phase through the metal but terror seems to be holding me back. Smashing the metal has no effect and my shouts are muffled. I lash out and break sleep paralysis, waking with a jolt.

31/10/2016
4-5.30am
Long LD "Doctor Strange"
I am back at my first job. Just been hired. One of the employees shows me around. They take me to the locker room. He tells me that the keys to the lockers must be left next to the light switch. There is a guy standing near the lockers getting changed.
"Should I put on my uniform now?" I ask.
"No not yet."
I put on my trainers though, as we are about to head outside.

The guy leads me to a station where we jump onto a moving train. The door is small and I have to duck down to get through. This makes me lucid. Scenery is flashing past - countryside, at high speed. I jump off the moving train.

Superhero time! And, based on the last Marvel film I watched, decide to become Dr Stephen Strange. My current clothes are jeans and a T-shirt. I change them into blue robes and red cape. Then it's time for some magic. The first few attempts do not work very well. Thin whisps of magical energy appear in the air. Meh.

I do a complicated tai-chi style gesture and yell "Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!" Streaks of red magic fly out of my hands and towards the closest DC, who gets wrapped up in magic restraints and knocked over. He struggles on the floor.

Okay now to test the cloak of levitation. I jump and sit cross-legged in the air, then start to float along the street above the heads of everyone else. Up ahead there are small spaceships being attacked by beings made entirely from magical energy. I attempt to bind them but my spell merely knocks the being to the ground. It shrivels though, from human sized down to a small ball of glowing light. The miniature space ship is falling so I grab it out of the air and put it down. Tiny people climb out of it.

The glowing ball transforms into a small spaceship as well, trying to mimic the other one in the hopes I will free it. You don't fool me. I bite down on the tiny craft and start smashing it up with my teeth. Meanwhile about twenty robed monks have surrounded me. Instinctively I start casting more spells, creating orange glowing glyphs in the air by doing more tai-chi like gestures.

The monks are armed with wooden quarterstaves. I use the glyphs to clear a path and run for it. A castle with 30 foot walls is ahead. I attempt a invent a teleportation spell on the move. It doesn't work, but the cloak has my back, literally - dragging me up into the air.

From up on the castle walls I can see trains shooting past below. The monks have not followed me. Dropping down on the inside of the castle wall I then move inside the building. The roof is a restaurant with people and tables and chairs, all upside down. I begin to wonder which way is up.

On the wall is a picture of a city in a desert. Hmm, I could try to open a portal using the picture. Raising my left hand I notice two magical rings on my first and middle fingers. I start to make a circle in the air with my right hand to open a portal. A spinning red portal of ringed fire opens. I run through it.

There is sand underfoot. In the distance, the city sprawls in the shadow of a collossal sphinx. This must be Egypt. A huge celebration is taking place in the central square. The roads are lined with small merchant stalls. I grab something off one of them but the merchant doesn't even notice.

I recall the need to find an oasis, and head back out into the desert. It looks like a battlefield - there are aged metal objects in the sand - a helmet. A set of angel wings carved from copper, which has turned green with age. The battlefield seems to be haunted. Ghosts rise around me. I wake up.

7-7.50
Long LD "Taunting the Dream Police"
I am squeezing out a tube of toothpaste - it globs out all over the pavement. Bit of a waste... so I start scraping it onto a toothbrush. After getting a massive blob of toothpaste onto the brush, I try to clean my teeth, only to find a rock in my mouth.

This must be a dream. After spitting the rock and toothpaste out, I run forwards and find myself in the centre of a town. People are walking around. Things seem quiet. A tall guy with white hair shouts out to me. He is wearing bike leathers and holding a helmet. He seems familiar.

"Hey. You got a bike?"
"Yeah! Wanna see?" He replies.
The tall guy turns and walks into an alley. A police officer steps in front of me and blocks my path. He is shorter than me and dressed in the full stab vest and uniform. He puts a hand on my chest to stop me moving past.
"...the fuck? This is bullshit." Why are the cops on my case these last few nights? What did I do?

... and I find myself lying in bed. AB enters, talking about buying a DVD. There are a stack of DVDs next to the bed. "Wait... I heard you leave. Why aren't you at work?"
AB makes some excuse and then goes into another room.

Then I lie down and try to go back to sleep. Immediately a scene forms and I realise it was a false awakening and become lucid again.

I summon a motorcycle in the normal way by faking it, moving down the street until the bike forms under me. It doesn't steer very well and briefly changes into a bicycle before getting under control again. A left turn comes up and I run wide. A car revs its' engine impatiently behind me.

Up ahead is a police motorbike. Heh. Time for revenge. I pull up alongside him, beeping the horn to get his attention. Then I raise the middle finger salute and grab a fistful of throttle. The sirens start and the police bike dutifully starts chasing me. We get stuck in a crowd of people who are crossing the road. I push the bike through and ride up to a rock concert.

The road has ended at a railing, so I grab the bike and vault over it. Then slow the descent of the bike and get back on it. I pull some burnouts before riding through an empty restaurant. I phase the bike and myself through a solid door and into a classroom. There are doors. I struggle to phase through them and wake up.

...but not fully awake. Sleep paralysis. Can't move. Even my tongue is paralysed. Three guys lean over me. One has a baseball bat resting on his shoulder. I can't yell out or defend myself. They start beating me with the bats. I dissasociate with my body to block out the pain. Despite being unable to move I am able to move the visuals away, as if watching a TV.

The dream tries to freak me out by playing creepy music and having disembodied heads fly out of the 'screen' towards me. I still cannot move. 'It won't work, you're just hallucinations.' I think. Then I finally wake up.

1. I was trying to visualize what it would be like to visit Candyland and how fun that could be, eating lots of candy when I wasn't even fully asleep and was flying like a bird, extremely fast and right near the edge of a mountain road that was near the water, I was impressed at how fast I was going but really couldn't soak in the beauty I was enjoying the breeze and the feeling of the wind when I went around the mountain side and immediately in front of me was a road with a small red convertible on the left and a big huge military truck on the right (the kind with the canvas covering the back) and swoosh I went right into the front grill of the truck and could feel myself being sucked in but it wasn't painful. It was extremely fast.

2. Took me a little time to fall asleep from that but woke up in Candyland....Ummm this totally disappointed me! I wasn't in a beautiful Candyland I was literally in a 3D cardboard game where even the colors weren't very bright and it was way out of the normal characteristics of my dreams which are usually more real. I felt like I was tiny and I was feeling all of the cardboard and I was so bummed out that I tried to change the scene.
Well that certainly didn't work, I was now in some old bar or more like a pub with cobblestone floors and full of cigarette smoke yet not a single person was around. I actually thought of sticking my head through the ground but I never did that before and I sure wasn't going to do it on cobblestone. Time to go potty and try again later.


Note: I was riding bikes with my husband yesterday and we stopped at a little rest area with a bench and water fountain. I was looking around when I saw about 1000 buzzards in a line heading our way, some were already past us and as far as the eye could see. That was a freaky sight and I actually thought for a moment, am I dreaming? haha. That is probably why I was flying and seeing from a birds view.

Such a boring LD. I WILD onto some city and resolve to keep the thought that I am dreaming in my mind. Needless to say, I soon forget all about that. I try and fly, but it doesn't work. I hold up a car (GTA style) and consider stealing it. Then I reconsider and ask a pedestrian if she can 'teach me to fly' or know anyone who can.

Some blonde woman replies brightly "Sure!"

Then she pisses me off by telling me the names of actual flying instructors (i.e. plane). I consider slaying her, but in the end let her go.

I WILD onto a night scene. Everything is unsteady as usual, and I hold onto a iron barrier to steady myself. I try to fly up but it doesn't work. I just end up jumping. I pause for a second wondering what happened. I try again, but nothing. I then try to phase through a fence but end up just hurting my head. Everything looks so real that I force myself to do several RC's. It's extremely hard to remember that this is a dream. Like all WILD's its exactly like real life. I admit I sulk a little bit and skulk around for a bit.

I see an interesting looking car, from what looks like the 50's, in someone's driveway. I steal it. The sound of the car is glorious, like the purr of a tiger high on potatoes. It is an earthy roar, and I soon forget about flying. Then I run over a schoolgirl. Well shit, I think as I see a puddle of torn flesh and bone in my rear mirror. She couldn't be more than 6. I feel guilty for a few seconds. Then, my bloodlust rises, as I see a mob behind me. I summon a baseball bat and rush to do battle.

The mob is fighting each other, but I soon join in. Unfortunately my bloodlust is not sated as my bat bounces off everyone. Luckily their bat does the same.