Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Thursday 28 June 2018

Got some things to note. There would've been more details and other dreams as well, but I had other things to mind before I could write them down.

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In a highschool classroom. The teacher (an unknown brunette) complained I wasn't taking enough notes. Later, while going upstairs, that same teacher demanded I stop some disruption I'd unwittingly caused. In response, I fly through a slit in the wall, prompting her to chase me.

Dream 1 - Fiery Fangirl

The visuals were blurred. I wasn in an unknown apartment suite as a guest. Later on, I end up in a bedroom, collectible figures, books, and plushies scattered all throughout the carpeted floor. This place belonged to an olive skinned college aged girl with kinky dirty blonde hair. She was an odd, bubbly kid obsessed with fantasy characters, prancing all around and spouting awkward references about one such media or another. Indeed, there was a collection of fanfiction novels involving a Street Fighter/Mortal Kombat crossover, of all things. One of these books depicted an overly edgy replacement for Quan-Chi in the front cover, while the back mentioned a "Guile Jr."

I blurted out something critical about the girl's overenthusiasm. Whatever it was, it caused her to literally explode in anger, throwing burning punches and ignited baubles alike towards me. Despite the onslaught, such rage made her easy to avoid, and outlast. One simple push was all it took to get her to stumble to the ground.

Poor girl didn't take the loss well. To make up for things, I tried getting her to calm down, instructing her to focus on her breaths for a few minutes. She did start, only for her to mutter inane thoughts of attaining instant enlightenment, rendering the whole exercise moot.

Don't recall how this ended.

Created Tuesday 26 June 2018

Got a few scraps and some non-LDs.

Dream 1 - Mall, 3D Panoramas, and Parking Confusion

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was wandering inside a medium-sized mall. One of my stops was at a public art exhibition, occupied in its own series of rooms rather than in an open booth. Each room contained entire 360 degree panoramas depicting absurdist fantasy artwork. One such image was of a group of giants savagely assaulting a much smaller person. Another likewise had giant cyclopes', male and female this time, all of whom had obviously lustful affection towards a tiny woman.

Later on, I sit down by some indoor foliage to eat a burger and fries. My brother, Roderick, eventually showed up with a sandwich of his own, but nothing else. He asked if I could trade some fries for a piece of his meal, but by the time he asked, I'd already eaten the entire container-full in practically one gulp.

Cut outside to the streets of a shabby suburban area at night time, an area close to where my brother and I supposedly had left our vehicles parked. As I looked for my ride, I was accosted by this old man, who claimed to know the best way out of the place. It suddenly rained, so I offered the guy a lift. Or would have, if I didn't lose track of my vehicle...

Not sure how this ended.

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Wandering around town. I stop at this Indonesian festival. There were sculptures depicting Hindi epics, including Hanuman's journey to Lanka.

At home. I speak with my nephew, Theodore, on what he learned in school that day. Something about germs, I think. He becomes a bit of smart-alleck when he points out some facts of which I wasn't aware.

Dream 2 - Ex-Ante Ransom Demand

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at home, as were my brothers, dad, Theodore, and his cousin David. Later on, I get a call from a stranger. He boldly identified himself as a criminal, and made a likewise audacious demand: that I either pay him and his crew, or risk getting kidnapped. Before I could press anything, the man hung up.

This all seemed ridiculous. Still, just in case, I warned the others of the potential threat coming our way. Roderick went upstairs, where he revealed a secret stash of pistols and shotguns he's been hoarding (implausible as that sounds). Where my dad and my brothers armed themselves, I opted to remain as I was. I reassured them the weapons weren't necessary, for I 'knew' I had powers, of which I revealed by floating around cross-legged.

Just then, the thugs burst in through the front door, each armed themselves. They, of course, wanted payment for the ex-ante ransom. I hid by the stairs, confident my brothers could talk their way out of this. Even if things got bad, I was sure I could pull them out. Negotiations broke down. Violence was inevitable. Unfortunately, I was too slow to react. By the time I realized it, one of my brothers was on the floor, unconscious, if not...

I then became aware enough to know this wasn't real. Still, my rage prevented full lucidity. I mentally locked onto the minds of those around me, picking up a good dozen or so. It would've been so easy to telepathically rend each of these consciousnesses apart. But, since I couldn't distinguish one from the other, there was no way I could chance friendly fire. So instead, I lulled these marks to sleep. Unwittingly, I did the same to myself. Once I came to, I rushed out the door, then hid behind some vehicles for cover, taking fire along the way. Again, I tried knocking out the intruders, and succeeded once more. It was then that Roderick stepped out, apparently unharmed. There was no doubt he'd finish the deed.

The dream collapsed soon after.

Created Monday 25 June 2018

Got a dream and a few scraps today.

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At a beach. There was an interesting sight, something that made the waters glow.

Some dream about a lady thief?

At a house, supposedly a friend's place. He talks about his collection of movies.

Dream 1 - Adhering To and Antagonizing Authority

Scene 1 - Titan-Sized Bottles
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking through a city, day sky above. There were barricades everywhere, not to mention hardly any people around. Obvious signs that something was terribly wrong. Soon, I and a few others were corralled by military to a fortified lot. Among the soldiers there were the Scouts from Attack on Titan, including Armin and Jean. Then, as the citizens and I were being secured, a few gigantic soda bottles rolled down the streets. This gets me to randomly monologue on about plastics, and their uses in ballistic weaponry, particularly when sized to such titan-scaled containers.

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Hit and Run Riot Tactics
The visuals were slightly clearer than above. I was in a beachside condo complex, wandering inside its balcony hallways during a sunny day. Soon, my path was barred by a group of protesters, who themselves were blocked by police and riot control officers. Something about this reminded me of Shadowrun, though I can't say why. Anyway, there was a cop there, a notably short guy with black hair, that was going out of his way to incite the mob further. That kind of smarmy attitude really irked me as well. In response, I snatched a bottle (or maybe even an improvised explosive) from someone nearby, and threatened to hurl it. But, I got caught in the act, and relented. I then 'remembered' having magic powers. Through fancy hand gestures, and by whispering 'Ikazuchi', I called down a non-lethal bolt of electricity upon the officers, scattering them from their enclosure.

Welp, the heat was on. I jumped off the balcony, landing safely. After hiding under some ferns, I turned invisible. Still, I was quite sure this wouldn't throw the cops off for long. I hurried towards a beach volleyball court. There, I looked out at the sea. This gave me the idea to transform into a critter. At first, I planned to become a small fish, but was wary of being caught by predators. Instead, I changed into a bird, hovering just above the waves and towards the horizon to freedom.

Things destabilized, and the dream ended.

Created Sunday 24 June 2018

Got several things to note. But, besides the first dream, they're mostly just fragments now (or very brief, in the case of a DILD).

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Watching a British comedy movie. Some guy with white shirt was roaming around town, purposefully getting into arguments for the sake of doing such. He almost went to jail when he got on a police woman's bad side. Cut. On the road with family. This somehow transitions to below.

Dream 1 - Waterfall Clouds

The visuals were clear. I was in a basic hotel room with dad, my sister Maude, and niece Lolita. Not for long, as we were already packing up. I open up the window curtains, only to find that our room was, in fact, miles above the earth, the clouds spanning out as a mountain range under a clear blue sky. A nimbus churned directly below us, releasing not rain, but an entire waterfall. Highly unrealistic (and I even acknowledged the unlikelihood of such at the time), but one hell of a view all the same.

Without thought, the others opened the windows and jumped out into the storm cloud below. Of course, I followed suit. I immediately pierced through heavy condensation, drenching myself in water. This was alarmingly cold, yet soothing. The descent then became a freefall in open skies seconds later, not too atypical an experience in my dreams, save for being far more vivid than usual. Eventually, I could distinguish a clear marshland below. Once I got close enough to accurately see the sky's reflection in the waters below, I let out the parachute (which I'm sure I never considered until that moment). Despite being the last to fall, I was, surprisingly, second to land, only preceded by Maude. Got a bit worried when dad and Lolita weren't in sight. Moreover, when they did get in view my, my niece's (implausibly acquired and unnecessary due to her age) 'parachute stroller' failed to deploy in a safe altitude. But, in the end, the two landed without incident.

All of us then "remembered" having been invited to a party not too far off from where we were, so we headed off to that direction. It was about that time that I realized the unbearably hot weather, warm enough to even steam off the vapor from my jeans. We took a detour by a forested area, just to keep from staying out of the open for so long.

One trek later, we arrived at the lobby of a mansion. There, we were greeted by a uniformed Navy sailor, who offered me a handshake. My palms were still a bit soaked, so I went off to dry it first. Apparently, I'd stammered my intent, given the sailor questioning my sister whether I was 'speech impaired'. This comment bothered me more that it should've. For instance, there was one bit where I'd a collapsing plastic container filled with half-pencils in hand. When he pointed that out, I responded with unfriendly sarcasm. Looking back, I don't think he meant for any hard feelings.

Anyway, the group and I head outside to a huge poolside lounge. Standing out among the crowd was this middle-aged man in a fancy suit, who I figured was the host. Even from a glance, he looked to be a big ego. Hearing his gloating and fretting over his vast funds and estates only cemented such first impressions.

I soon woke up.

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At a sports (baseball? American football?) stadium with Maude and mom. Later, Vega from Street Fighter appeared, going from aisle to aisle to gain the crowd's affection. When he got near us, I vocalized his theme song, if flagrantly out of pitch.

Walking around locally during a bright day. I'd random thoughts of Homestar Runner and mercenaries. Then, I gained sudden, if brief, lucidity. I used that time to run hyper fast, until I attained such speeds to hover right over the ground.

Watching a playthough of a new Resident Evil game. Leon is swimming in the waters of a seaport, where he's attacked by a colossal bipedal mutant crocodile (a poor man's Godzilla). There were numerous repeated clips of Leon getting eaten by the monster. Later on, he climbed on its head, but couldn't really do much when the beast stomps out to attack the city.

Created Saturday 23 June 2018

Recall still not up to snuff...

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Back at m old job at the gas station. I had a bit of trouble using the registers and lotto terminal.

In an unknown apartment. There's a futuristic capsule in the living room, which I discovered made copies of anything inside. I enter it, and have myself cloned, all simply to do some mundane tasks.

Just been getting scraps all week...

Log 1148 - Wrong School Pledge, Public Murder, and Buffed Up Woman Scraps
Created Wednesday 20 June 2018

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I'm in a Japanese school as a foreign exchange student. Even so, the beginning of class had the American pledge of allegiance.

Driving around town with Thore (a cousin's husband) and some supposed unknown acquaintance. There were various near accidents. Later, I stop at a public restroom. The sinks had bars of soap instead of the foam/liquid stuff. I kept dropping one of them. For whatever reason, I was going around pantless, and yet, I didn't seem to care. Then, in that same place, Thore is haggling with some guy there. Things turn ugly, the two fight, and the latter guy gets murdered. I panic, distraught that I was somehow involved.

Driving around a highway at night. I was taking a lady home. As time went on, the woman got increasingly bulked up.

Log 1149 - Long Lunchroom Line and Multiplayer Cataclysm Scraps
Created Thursday 21 June 2018

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In a highschool. I'm waiting in a long queue for mealtime, which stretched all the way out from a large tube in an upper level and to the courtyard. It started raining, causing me and most others to break the line and make a rush upstairs. Had a bit of trouble climbing up said tube, until I "remembered" that I could fly. Cut to the lunchroom. The line expanded all the way towards bridges above me. I floated up to the highest one. Mom then appeared. She said something distracting, making me "slip" and fall onto some unsuspecting people, half of whom fell off the bridge in turn.

In an unknown apartment room. My brother, Nikola, was there. We argue about something. Later, we play a multiplayer version of Cataclysm. Despite the obvious ASCII display, I could feel whatever my character did at times. Anyway, my brother had no idea what to do. I had him follow me to the outskirts of a city. Just then, a 'Super Ant Zombie Scientist' (a made up creature in dream) slammed me away, though it did no damage. I ran off, and told Nikola to do the same. Unfortunately, he got killed off.

Log 1150 - Decker Pillow Tower and Cruel Gods Scraps
Created Friday 22 June 2018


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Playing that Decker roguelike.

Climbing on a gigantic pillow fort, as if I'm a kid. Nikola was there. I was alerted about someone stealing my identity (SSI, specifically), uspetting me greatly. That Nikola cracks some belligerent jokes didn't help either. In response, I tossed him out of the tower. He weeped in pain, for he'd broken a few fingers. Mom and dad appeared to chastise me.

Watching some Hawaiin dark fantasy movie. Giant gods were causing trouble for native islanders, if not disasters.

Created Tuesday 19 June 2018

Just scraps today.

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Speaking with mom and my brother, Jordan, about the Olympian gods.

Wandering in an airport. Almost got late for a northbound flight.

Watching a Hispanic thriller TV show. A secret government agency was in charge of stopping the experiments of a shadowy group of high-tech terrorists. The latest mission involved stopping the prototypes of homocidal giants, of which were sealed in vats. But, just as the agent on field was pulling the plug, the giants were released. These monsters looked just like the Griffins from Family Guy.

At a supermarket parking lot. My brother, Gideon, and Bala (a friend's mom) was there. Some cringeworthy conversation took place. Later on, I start flying around. This unwittingly brought confusion with some traffic controllers in the area.

In a buffet with family. I hurry to the serving counters to grab some pastries. Hoped there were still some left. Things warped. Frieza from Dragon Ball Z was an attendant, as were some of his henchmen. The tyrant loses his patience with an annoying patron. Unsurprisingly, he responded by trying to blow the whole place up. I slowly fly upwards, hoping no one would notice. But, a random grunt did indeed spot me, and blasted me away. Luckily, Goku arrived, and rescued me before the energy detonated.

Created Monday 18 June 2018

Got a WILD to note. There was more, though that cat's interruption made recollection of such slip away.

Dream 1 - Function Without Form

WILD transition in bed, which I confirmed through simple hand gestures. This state soon collapsed. Reentry two minutes later, and repeat. In my third try, I roll off the bed and into the void. I floated around aimlessly for a bit, before purposefully diving further down.

Eventually, I arrived over a snowfilled hillside, a dawn sun concealed by clouds. Once near the ground, I made a hard turn forward, quickly covering a good distance until I landed. There was a cozy log hut nearby, bright light emanating from within. As I approached it, the environment deteriorated into the artificial, blocky likeness of Minecraft. Tactless, but I didn't let that bother me. Either way, that might've explained why I was suddenly assaulted by the zombies and skeletons from said game. I charged strait towards the largest hills, yelling and flailing like a poorly imitated Bruce Lee along the way. Any undead in my path were instantly broken apart.

Next, I thought to summon my guide, E, imagining that she'd appear on my outstretched (blocky) arms, to no effect. I then tried transforming into a Spellforged Guardian, which I imagined would give me iridescent, ceramic skin. I changed instantly. But, instead of getting the intended form, I was morphed into Megaman X. This similarly appeared blocky, until I focused on my hands, which, contrasting the environment, quickly took a lifelike shape. As a test, I fired sparkling energy from each of my palms. These blasts were surprisingl destructive given how little effort they took to fire, blowing away huge swaths of the hillsides without any signs of stopping As per the contest, I tried doing likewise through my breath, but that didn't work.

A distinct jingle then sounded in the background. I managed a few more shots before the dream collapsed.

Created Saturday 16 June 2018

Got two DILDs to note, plus some fragments.

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A clip from a sci-fi movie, I think? An experiment going horribly wrong?

False awakening. I overheard the others up and about in the middle of the night. A few of them said highly unlikely things (namely, conversations about non-Hebrew deities). Although I identified as much, I was too tired to get anything done.

Dream 1 - Shadow Trial

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was entering a highschool. Reasoned there must've been some fundraiser event occurring inside. A noticeboard in front gave a curious indication of Eddie (from Guilty Gear) making an appearance, giving me all the more reason to proceed.

I spent a good while floating through the hallways. Along the way, I passed by the lunchroom, where a massive queue had formed. Whatever was inside must've been good, though I wasn't up for keeping still. And yet, somehow, I stumbled into the food prep area. Seemed there was a good variety of baked goods. The workfolk got wary of my presence, so I hurried out.

A while later, I ended up in a poorly lit open area in the upper floor (an empty storage room or attic, perhaps?). Got spontaneously lucid. So, from the shadows, I summoned Eddie, who first appeared in the likeness of Zato-1 (his host in the above-mentioned game) before taking his monstrous form. I wanted the creature to follow, only, he required my doing something for him first. Namely, that I endure a trial of survival. To start, the Forbidden Beast conjured a field of giant shadowy drills from the ground. Some lucky maneuvering let me avoid them all. After that, the hazards melted into black liquid. Wherever I turned, geysers erupted in sequence to bar my path. I rushed past these to higher ground.

The dream collapsed soon after. Made a DEILD attemtpt, though I lost consciousness two minutes later.

Dream 2 - Telekinetic Reprisal and Orange Metal Plated Vest

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a condo suite during daytime, the place appearing well furnished and organized. On a desk in one of the corners was a decades old computer system. The tenants there, two retired women in casual wear, had hired me as an electronics repair man. These weren't kindly old ladies, but rather, a pair of overbearing bitter shrews, caustic sarcasm spewed out with little provocation. It wouldn't have been too terrible, had they not placed obstructive (if not impossible) mandates towards when, where, and how I worked. Any screwups (inevitable, given the conditions) were met with increasingly disparaging remarks ("I could do better than that" was common), and, I'm sure, pay cuts.

Once at wit's end, I finally got aware. I promptly made my way out, thinking and blurting out that the above task wasn't at all fun. Woulda left things as it was, had not one of those hags made some smartass comment (don't remember, but it really got under my skin). In retaliation, I severed a few of their belongings with telekinesis, then used the same power to (harmlessly) hurl the two old bats at the ceiling.

Next, I ran off to a nearby stairway. I shrunk myself to bug sized, and hid out for a while. Figured the women would call the cops, and indeed, I did hear commotion relating to such, though I never saw it. When the coast was clear, I (literally) climbed up the stairway. As I did, a woman and her daughter passed by. I kept behind the railing, and though the girl noticed, her attempts to convey as much were met with disbelief from her mother.

After that, I walked through a balcony-hallway, my size concurrently restored to normal. There, I met up with various family members, of whom I identified mom, my brother Arthur, and nephew Hussein. The group commented about a man in a "metal plated orange vest", who they claimed was very dangerous. When asked, they indicated that he was just further down the balcony across us. I flew towards there, but got lost in thought. Things destabilized, and the dream collapsed.

Just a bunch of fragments and a brief DILD in between.

Log 1142 - Flooded Ruins Simulation, Fleas, Demon Competition, Tiny DILD, New Jersey, Internet Jumble, and Mad Engineer Scraps
Created Thursday 14 June 2018

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False awakening. I was floating in a flooded room within the ruins of an ancient stone structure. While trying to sleep again, a whirlpool began dragging me to the depths. I clung on to loose stones, and pulled myself back to the surface. Later, various other figures appeared. One man in particular claimed this was all a video game simulation of his making. He made note of various rules, down to even the amount of points a player could get for cannibalism.

False awakening in bed. I'm all itchy. I find that I was infested with fleas, much to my frustration.

At home in the dead of night. Two dark-grey skinned demons arrived, a male and female. They speak of a less-than-friendly competition between each other, something about helping as many people as possible within a span of time. I flew after one of them, though I'm not sure if I was following or pursuing them.

At a restaurant with a lady. Got aware. I shrunk myself, which somehow got me on her shoulder. Some unlikely mishap resulted in my getting eaten by her. The dream collapsed.

Riding around in New Jersey with family, passing through on our way further north. We decide to visit some relatives there, even if it was a bit of a detour. Had some trouble filling up gas?

At home. Noticed the router was in the downstairs bedroom. What's more, a LAN line was connected directly to the computer there. None of this affected my own connection whatsoever.

I was given first person perspective of a recently graduated engineer. It seemed his connections (especially his former professors) were unwilling to give a good word for him during his job searches. Driven to vengeful mania, he jimmies up some chemical bomb drones, which he sends out to assault and outright murder some of said professors (plus collateral). The madman then fled to the border, and hides out for the rest of his life in rural Mexico. Goddamn, son...

Log 1143 - False Awakening and Supermarket Browsing and Fight Scraps
Created Friday 15 June 2018

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False awakening in a different bedroom

Shopping in a supermarket at night. There's an aisle for TTRPGs, which included new D&D material. One of said books had a mount-focused Paladin subclass, the summoned creature taking the form of a giant walking head. Furthermore, this feature allowed both rider and mount to become gargantuan sized. Later, in the parking lot, a ripped shirtless dude picks a fight with me. The match ends in a standstill. As a reward, the guy teaches me how to do a proper German Suplex, which he demonstrated first on a teddy bear, then (harmlessly) with some hapless kid.

Created Wednesday 13 June 2018

Just got two fragments today.

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Watching TV. There was a DC animated show on screen. This turned out to be a crossover with a disappointing work of media.

Driving around a semi-rural highway during late dusk. Several unknown companions (made up for the sake of the dream, I'm sure) were there. We stopped to build a new settlement for our own.

Created Monday 11 June 2018

Just got a short, strained DILD. There were plenty of other things as well, though that I've got no memory of such.

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Dreamlet converted into several LD scenes. This started with me outside a warehouse complex at night. A ghostly shadow appears, and steals some abstract concept from me (A thought? A memory? An emotion?). I chased it inside one of said warehouses, where I was sure more of its kind were preparing an ambush. So, I evoked a powerful light around me, wiping out the whole lot of them. Later, I was floating down a street at daytime. Many rows of empty bus stop billboards were in the way, as if I were meant to go through them as part of an obstacle coarse. After that, I was in bed, and started rolling off, only to notice a creepy crawly above the covers over my face. I then forced myself awake, only to see this was a false alarm (the covers in-dream were a different set, and were raised too far above me to begin with).

Created Sunday 10 June 2018

Don't have much but fragments to go by...

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Law and Order dream, an episode from around the late 90's.

Assisting in setting up a big picnic?

Hokuto no Ken related dream. Raoh seeks out an artifact that would further legitimize his hold over the land. Later, one of his generals takes over new lands by shrewd diplomacy rather than open warfare. The tyrant doesn't approve.

In a school, again through some absurd bureaucratic mistake. Didn't have anywhere near enough time to get through all of my classes.

Created Sunday 10 June 2018

Got scraps and a DILD to note. There was certainly more to all of these, though my lingering around in the morning made me forget much of that.

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Listening to high quality rips. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Dream 1 - Hauntings and Helpers

Scene 1 - Ordinary Sonic Elevator Ride
The visuals were dim. Spectator mode. This took place in a dark, derelict building complex. Wandering inside were Samus (adorned in an executive dress colored similarly to her armor) and Princess Peach. Eerie noises reverberated around them, sounding closer as time went on. Panicked, the two hide in a ruined elevator.

Just then, a distinctive sound cue played: Sonic.EXE was coming. The desperate Nintendo ladies mash on the lift's controls. This only leads to catastrophe. Several components fell off of the rickety device. Before long, the elevator detaches from its pulley, and crashes into the depths. Both women were left mortally wounded as a result. During the fall, I was given some perspective of their experience. Cut.

Scene 2 - Haunted Apartment Escape
The visuals were dim. I was exploring within a dilapidated apartment. It became abundantly clear this place was haunted, what with possessed objects and demonic shadows closing in from everywhere in sight. The only escape, it seemed, was through good old fashioned video-game-esque platforming. Indeed, there were plenty of exits from which was accessible only by climbing and jumping on or over ledges/stairway/piles of furniture. Many passageways were dead ends, and plenty of others were hidden. At times, I'd encounter a friend or family member, though circumstances quickly forced us apart. Eventually, I make it out of this mess alive and well. Several unknown transitions until below.

Scene 3 - Magic Mundane Help
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in within a second story apartment building, an urban area visible from under a snowless, winter evening sky. I open the window and start arranging drapes, when, from a building across the street, a neighbor, some dark haired guy, calls out to me. "Watch out for the lamp!", he yelled. I hold on to the drapes in confusion. "The lamp!", he repeated. "The lamp!" That's when I noticed a lamp already falling out the window froma nearby dresser. Luckily, I caught it at the nick of time. Somehow, this sparks instant lucidity.

My "neighbor" then yelled various requests of me, asking that I'd go over there to help. So, I floated right out the window and to his room. This left the man, and his nearby wife, a middle aged Cuban (identified later by her accent) lady with dirty blonde hair, in stunned disbelief. Anyway, the guy asked me to get him something he called "shoulder ointment". From thin air, I pulled out a tube of what I thought was such, but was really just toothpaste. So, I tried again, this time getting ointment. It seemed the man was more satisfied with the former, claiming that a good brush of his teeth would do the trick. From my end, it seemed he was unnerved at my powers, and wanted me out.

The man's wife then asked me to get her an extra-loopy crazy straw, of which was to replace a broken straw on a novelty drink hat of hers. Mmhmm. I conjure the item without a hitch, and helped attach it to said hat. As a test, the woman drank from a soda can, which, intriguingly enough, flowed within the clear straw as a perfect rainbow.

After that, I flew out to a long balcony on the nearest tall building. After some consideration, I tried changing into the Spellforged Guardian form via vibration. My skin quickly assumed a dull iron tone. After further concentration, iridescence radiated an inch or so from my body. Unfortunately, the dream collapsed before I could test anything.

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Watching the cold opening of a movie. In a downtown office building, two co-workers, a man and a woman, were taking a ride down an elevator. They were assaulted by a notorious terrorist, a man with a dapper Fawkes-esque facial hair. Rewind. I now had the office guy's role. When the criminal arrived again, he tossed a bomb in the lift. The ensuing explosion launched the elevator all the way across a building a block away, the woman and I somehow remaining intact. I tried keeping hold of an upper corner, thinking this might give me a chance to survive. But, constant tumbling kept me from maintaining stability, not to mention doubts of living through the landing.

My dreams sure have been getting a lot less coherent these last few days...

Log 1135 - Mad Bomber Bane, Zebra Interrogation, and Union Double Agent Scraps
Created Thursday 07 June 2018

Just fragments today.

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Shopping in a run-down supermarket. Later, Bane (as depicted by Tom Hardy in The Dark Knight Rises) appeared, chucking bombs at everyone in sight. The exits were closed off by debris, and there was nowhere to hide. In these final moments, I lamented not having a family picture to look at. I then sat down, meditated, and accepted my fate.

In an office building. I capture a talking zebra to interrogate him.

Back in that above mentioned office building. I was a hired gun private security contractor tasked with quelling a union-organized strike. One of these workers was a giraffe. Later, I conspire with the workers to take the company down.

Log 1136 - Gazebos, Internet Celebrity Nephew, and Magic Manor Scraps
Created Friday 08 June 2018

Just got fragments and a short DILD I'd rather forget...

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Something about a family picnic in a group of gazebos.

My nephew, Stephen, associates with a group of Youtube celebrities as a recurring guest/understudy. My brother, Harmon, doesn't approve.

Wandering in a vast, magical mansion. In one of the rooms, I encountered a lost soul, who claimed to having been bound to the place by Shao Khan from Mortal Kombat. So, he requested my help to free himself from such confinement. We journeyed throughout the building, trekking over perilous bridges and trap-filled rooms. Eventually, we find an enchanted sword, of which could literally sever the bind. Cut to the encounter with the Emperor, occurring on a ledge over a violet void. Khan tried convincing me into betraying the ghost for power, though I denied that outright. Cue battle. A few swings from the sword drained the tyrant of his might. This allowed me to easily tackle him into the pit. With that, the ghost was free. Cut again. The ghost's role was changed with some kid. Through magic, he wished for dehydrated vegetables. Instead, he got a half dozen swimsuit models to appear and perform for him. Although said ladies appeared human and alive enough, they were said to have been similarly freeze-dried.

In that mansion again. Something repulsive happened involving a phantom doppelganger. Aware of this problem, I melted the image away via scorching heat. This only served to amuse the specter further, much to my fury. I couldn't really concentrate to get much else done.