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Created Sunday 31 July 2016


Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 2


There were many dreams today, including a DILD after my first WBTB. However, I've forgotten much of the others, and even of those three that I could identify, two of them are only fragments.

Before the following, I do a 45 minute WBTB, which turned into an hour and 45 minute WBTB instead.

Dream 1 - Plane Flip

The visuals were pretty clear. I was a passenger in a small car, being taken down a long road at daytime. Grassy hills remained in view at my right. Driving the vehicle was my uncle, Felix.

We stop at a red light. My uncle cuts ahead a bit, but backs up when he "remembered" his previous traffic citation. This all seemed very familiar... Anyway, he eventually makes a long right turn into a long, curved highway ramp. Soon, a large bridge is in sight. The George Washington Bridge, I thought, heading to New York. As I look around for the cityscape, I instead find the shadow of a mountainside in the distance. Just then, I realized I lived a few thousand miles away from this area, and thus, attain lucidity.

I fly out. The dream starts fading into brown. So, I stabilize and anchor myself by muttering "deeper". In time, the environment reforms. I'm then floating over a grassy flatland with the distinctive blocky textures of Minecraft. Eh, done that. I grumble "deeper" a few more times, and willfully drop through the ground.

As it turned out, this plane was only paper thin. I'm unexpectedly "flipped" into another area, its gravity completely reversed. After readjusting myself, I see I'm hovering high over a series of grass-topped, narrow plateaus. Still had the same cheap, boxy textures as before, if a bit brighter and clearer. Let's go deeper.

Dived head first through the ground again with the intent to "flip" planes once more. Once inverted, I see I'm ducked down on a pebbly brook. This time, the visuals were realistic, though a bit dimmer. Still, this was much better overall. I played around with the water, splashing it around and letting it drift past my hands. Got a little too caught up with this; couldn't help but appreciate its lifelike, cool dampness.

Well, I snap out of this after a minute or so. I tried looking around, only to find I can't move my neck. Stay calm. Just move on. I used my "Codec Device" to call my dream guide, E, but there was no response. Then, seconds after I gave up, a small, 8-bit figure appeared in view from my left. This seemed as a lady in a black cloak. She spoke to me in white text, though the words scrolled too fast for me to accurately read everything but her name (only remember it was an adverb; "Still", I think?). I'm quite certain this sprite-lady gave a snippy explanation as to why my guide wasn't going to show. She walked off-view immediately afterwards.

Then, a bright spark bounces around in front of me. This begins shattering the environment. I maintain my grasp for half a minute before the dream collapses entirely.


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Waking up in a hotel room on a fluffy, pink covered and white bed. Next to that was an even smaller, pinker bed designed for children. The area was a bit messy. Mom and dad were nearby.

Found several large roaches around the house, encountering them in some very unlikely spots each time (besides the laundry room). As I wake up, I feel a creeping sensation. I'm uncertain if it's real or not, and hesitate. Eventually, I blew air at it, where I then feel and hear the distinctive humming of large insect wings. Oh crap. I freeze in panic, and, once possible, instinctually try brushing it off. There's nothing there, just an illusion.

Dream 2 - "Reality" Bites

The visuals were clear. I was sitting in my home's dining room at daytime. Levon was nearby.

As I was eating a meal from a bowl (porridge, I think), my lower left-most flat tooth snaps right off. I spit it out, and taste a distinctive mixture of blood and wheat. After staring at it haplessly for a few seconds, I rush to the bathroom. A look in the mirror did indeed confirm what I feared. I couldn't believe any of this, prompting a breathing test, yet this "proved" the "reality" of the situation.

Still, I refused to accept any of this. As denial, I began running out the door to fly. Mom concurrently opened the door from the outside. Anyway, I leaped in the air and... faceplant. Hard. How embarrassing. The others muttered in confusion. Seeing as I couldn't humiliate myself any more, I just practiced some handstands, much to the further confoundment of everyone else.

I wake up soon afterwards.

Created Friday 15 July 2016

There were three dreams I recalled today, including a late DILD at the end, to which I bagged this month's Bonus task. The first one is just a fragment now, though that was wilfully forgotten on my part; the first half was just kinda yucky.

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Skip gross part. Later, something of "chibi" human heads eating tiny people like candy.

Dream 1 - Don't Mind the Senseless Transition

The visuals were dim. I was wandering at a parking lot at late dusk.

As I searched for my vehicle (whatever that was), I suddenly turn up at the backseat of a car. My sister, Giane, and my brother, Terry, were there. I question how I'd no memory of getting there. Supposedly, I spaced out for a moment, during which I was taken inside said car. That didn't make much sense even at the time, yet I just left it at that.

Soon, Giane recieves a phone call. On the other line were two cousins, Carlos and Isabella, who were supposedly visiting. They wanted us to go to a restaurant to speak. Terry and I were not up to it, though I reluctantly change my mind when Carlos assured me he'd take the bill.

One highway drive later, and I go within an unknown home. This place was a bit messy, and not in good repair. Mom shows up. She claims we rented the place for a few nights as part of a vacation, I think. Most of the luggage was still packed. I look through the cupboards in the kitchen. On the higher ones, I find several plastic canisters filled with crackers. Certainly, we came more prepared than I expected.

Things get unclear. I know I wander around for a while. Not sure how the dream ends.

Dream 2 - Quick Quake

The visuals were dim. I falsely awaken in the downstairs bedroom at early dawn. Both being in this location and my inability to move makes me aware of my state.

I immediately try the earthquake TOTM by will alone. And just like that, the ground trembles with a low rumble. Such violent shaking was very uncomfortable. Even then, the surrounding furniture within and just out of the room hardly budged; they're only barely scraped sideways on the tiled floors, and nothing on or within them are toppled over.

After about ~30 seconds, I'm transitioned, though I know nothing else of what occurred until I awaken.

Created Thursday 14 July 2016

Technically, there were a total of four dreams I recalled today, one which briefly became a DILD, and another which I chained into a DEILD. I'll just count the last as a single dream. Furthermore, I've only a hint of what the first involved.

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Something about a hotel, and possibly a mall.

Dream 1 - Special Guest at the Gas Station

The visuals were mostly clear. I was working in my old gas station at late dusk. A former co-worker, Tito was also there.

This place was packed, leaving me stuck at the register. At one point, a tanned skinned woman asked for a pack of Motrin, and also buying a small bottle of water. She lugged around large black leather purse and an umbrella, and also had care of several small kids. I reached for the medicine, which was oddly placed amongst some cigarrettes. In her hurried confusion, she almost tried paying me with the Motrin pack. On correcting her, she handed me the required $2.01.

Later, an olive skinned guy was trotting along with a large, plastic, multilayed cart. Very suspicious. I went to the front door, where I for some reason leapt on the ice cream cooler to get his attention. One query on what he needed, and he dropped everything and left abruptly.

Soon, someone buzzed from outside. Out on pump 5, I believe, was a frustrated woman, a black, full-sized van behind her. Several of her kids were running around. The woman was obviously using the hose from the other side of the pump. Through the intercom, the woman complained of the card readers not working. I bade she come inside to resolve this, angering her further.

As things picked up, Jose left elsewhere for undisclosed reasons. I alone had to deal with this parade of a line. A string of transactions later, I serve a thin, short, lightly tanned, dark haired, Hispanic young lady. She'd a long nose and looked rather plain overall, and was dressed in a striped sleeveless shirt and dark spandex. In lieu of buying something, the girl introduced herself.

"I'm Nahiri. I have something to tell you, but it's gonna take a while." I only partially acknowledged her words, my concerns lying more on the ridiculously long queue behind her.

"Er... would you mind if I take care of a few people before we start?", I requested. "I'd really appreciate it." She seemed a bit annoyed. While the next customer approached, I continued.

"Nahiri, huh? That sounds familiar... [Magic - The Gathering], right? Hmmm... wait a minute..."

It clicked. I was in a dream. I made breathing test to confirm this. Unfortunately, this ends the dream immediately.

Dream 2 - Beach Ball Planet

The visuals were mostly clear. I was a passenger in an unknown vehicle, riding around locally at twilight. All of my siblings were with me.

Seems the area was different, what with all the fields and trees in place of the hospital and several communities, much like how it was over a decade ago. Furthermore, a shopping plaza was being constructed where the BJ's would be. We dropped by to look in at several of the unfinished restaurants. One was a since defunct grill restaurant. Another was a Thai restaurant, which would make two so close by. Curiously, one of these places opened prematurely. My brother, Adam, peeked inside for a take-out menu.

Unknown skip. I'm at my bedroom, the sky fully sunlit. Soon, I realized I could fly, and so I zip around the house. This spooks my sister, who was lounging downstairs. So, she left. She takes along an unknown young male who she'd charge of, as well as my baby niece, who appeared as but a newborn. They go in an old, white minivan. I levitate inside to say goodbye, and float out through the sunroof while sitting cross-legged. Could barely make it out before I got my back end scraped by the speeding van.

Next, I take to the skies, spinning and dashing through the clouds. I enjoy myself for a few minutes before I fly back down to my neighborhood. While heading home, I glance at a startled neighbor woman smiling nervously at me. Then, I notice an odd, dark figure on my roof. It seemed a twisted man-bat type creature. So, I fly up to chase it away, only to find it was just (or likely changed into) an oversized trash liner. I kicked it off, and seated myself on the roof to relax for a bit.

After that, I flew into my bedroom, where I made flying spin kicks for fun. These attempts came out awkwardly, all too high and imbalanced. Suddenly, I wake up. How disappointing. As I remember the dream, I think to myself "If I were back in and aware of the dream..."

Voip. Just like that, I'm flying high in the clouds, my neighborhood and the entire town visible far below.

"...I'd try the earthquake TOTM."

Now aware, I thought it best to get to it immediately. I dive down at mach speed, and reel my fist back to ready a punch. Out of courtesy, I tilted myself to land in my backyard. Here it comes. A big impact. I strike the Earth, and... Bop. The entire planet is punted out of orbit like a giant beach ball, with me dragged along with it. Darkness and blurred stars zoom through the sky. Heck, this takes me far enough to pass Mars, the red planet skimming dangerously close for at least a few seconds before it's scrolled out of view. I wondered what sort of climate awaited us in this new orbit. Surely, many animals would go extinct in a short timeframe.

I awaken with such thoughts in head.

Created Saturday 02 July 2016

32 hours without sleep gave me one helluva case of REM rebound. Unfortunately, I've only got fragments of what occurred throughout the night and morning, including some interesting dreams and an LD. I maybe woulda been able to remember things better if I'd not unwittingly prevented the phone's alarm from waking me throughout that time.

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Yet another Mortal Kombat dream, this time from the "Klassic" storyline. A Netherrealm Invasion pended on both my own awakening, as well as good draws from some trading card game.

Very long dream, though I only recall the end. I was in an unknown home, scrounging around in the kitchen, while a group of tanned skinned, dark haired Hispanic people loitered about during an afterparty. I looked inside the black steel oven, finding much food within pots, pans, and plates. Most were shredded portions of chicken and pork. I think of getting sweet and sour chicken, but knew that was already claimed by some guy. Then, a conversation of damaged medieval weaponry and armor, including something of a broken-linked mail.

Some dream where I warp to a forest, and encounter a weird magical woman.

Then, something of my being on the balcony of a mysterious castle. Strange grey clouds roiled in the skies.

Another warping dream, where I'm taken in a tour through various places.

A mostly forgotten lucid dream. Some interaction within an environment of ink-like fog caused me to unwittingly warp into other scenes numerous times. There was a notable lack of dream noises, contrasted by sounds concurrently occurring in real life.

Created Tuesday 28 June 2016

I got three LDs, one WILD, and two DILDs after that. There were a few dreams before that, though of these, I only have scraps for one. Furthermore, my illness made it difficult to think clearly during the dreams.

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Altering my Abbyssian deck for Duelyst. I think of adding even more Deathwatch reliant effects and minions.

Dream 1 - You Can Touch, But You Can't Look

A dizzying sensation indicates a successful WILD. I see my bed is even bigger, fluffier, and has many more pillows than usual.

On shuffling, I'm warped into the void. I shadowbox for a while, hoping I'd get thrown into combat, but nothing happens. Next, I'm warped to my bedroom. Something about my sister being there, saying something, and vanishing in quick succession. I bounce in bed for a while, noting the low gravity, before I simply hover around for a moment.

Get bored. I land on the floor, and try charging electricity in my hand. Nothing seems to happen, but I pretend it was working. I shoot towards the closet, and notice its door was open. On crossing through, the surroundings warp. I now stood beneath a tall, narrow space enclosed by wooden walls, a chute, perhaps. I pretend to wrestle with a harpy (this just being the first random monster that came to mind). Surprisingly enough, I feel a weak, invisible presence in my grasp. More alarming was finding myself levitating against my will. I release the hold, only to have an unseen force clench my arms and take me for a ride.

Eventually, I reach the top, and find myself in a giant-sized hallway, an equally giant-sized bureau a distance ahead. I'm taken towards an upper shelf, on which was placed a straw nest the size of a living room. I'd a bad feeling of my unseen captor's motives, let alone what the giant residents would do if they found me.

I feel the dream slipping, and awaken suddenly. Woulda gone for a DIELD, but I already sensed that wasn't possible.

Dream 2 - The Chameleon Mulligan

The visuals were blurred. I was in an unknown room.

I (and a few others, I think) were watching Rocko's Modern Life on a CRT TV. This had the Chameleon Bros, Chuck and Leon, driving Rocko and Heffer via sedan through a forested highway at daytime. The brothers argue on their legs bumping into each other, taking their focus off the road. The car swerves and sways, while Rocko and Heffer's concerns go unnoticed.

Eventually, the characters are replaced, and the environment becomes realistic. Now, I, and my brother Darren, were in the back seat of a dark colored minivan. Meanwhile, the Chameleon Bros. were replaced with what, for all intents and purposes, were realistic counterparts of themselves, including their phony Northern European accents and flamboyant mannerisms. Appearance wise, these were identical, thin, clean shaven, pale skinned men with short, spiky brown hair, both donned in neon colored shirts under black dress suits, and wearing thin rimmed spectacles. I was aware of the dream, but let it run its course.

While approaching the driveway to a wide building, we talk of the origins of the term Mulligan. Darren simply defines the current popular definition, whereas I correctly (more or less) identify it originating from an amateur golf player infamous for making do-overs. I make a joke of a "Mulligan" card, comparing this (perhaps incorrectly) to some old credit card commercial. Despite my terrible execution, everyone laughs heartily at this joke.

The dream fades and ends soon afterwards.

Dream 3 - Fiery Exit

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was seated on the while tiled floor of a bedroom in an unknown home. Across the room was CRT TV on a small desk. Behind that was tall window, the night sky in view. A bed with white covers behind me provided a means to cushion my back. On my right was a small squared wooden table, bowls of food scattered on it. A bathroom was visible from an opened door on the right corner. Furthermore, my nephew, Jarred, was seated ahead of me. I was "semi-aware" of the dream.

We were watching an old, late 80's/early 90's movie of an unknown genre. This started with two figures stepping out of a wood-paneled station wagon. One was a 40-something year old woman, light skinned and Farrah Fawcett-esque auburn hair. The other was a scrawny, bespectacled 8 year old kid with a blonde buzzcut. The mom talks of movies the kid never watched, but the kid refuses to listen so as not to have things spoiled for him.

As this goes on, I eat a rice, beans, and meat meal from a bowl. Think it had a bit too much tomato sauce and salt. I glance at the bathroom, where, oddly enough, I find live crawfish crawling on the sink's rim, their shells cream and white swirled in color.

In the movie, the kid is getting ready for a bath. Then, on dipping his hand in the tub, his arm is accosted by several large green bugs and worms, which he doesn't even notice. I question how that boy could miss something so obvious. Jarred remains oddly quiet.

So, I'm finishing my meal, when I notice verdant caterpillars on the table. I stopped eating in disgust, leaving a few spoonfuls of rice to waste. Dart back to the film, where the kid was now surrounded by insects. And yet, despite such a horrible state, the boy hardly reacts, let alone screams. Let's see. Creepy crawlies in the movie, creepy crawlies near me, and a creepily silent nephew? Yep, sounds like a nightmare's a-brewin. I gain full awareness.

Of course, I think to get the heck outta there. But before that, I immediately wreathe myself in an aura of flames just in case, briefly tensing my muscles to do so. Anyway, I rush down some curved stairs constructed of laminated wood, a red carpet running down the center. Once halfway down, I sensed the burning corpses of vermin falling and crumbling on me. Furthermore, my pyrotechnics have apparently set fire to the place, if the sound of a roaring inferno and creaking wood behind me were any indication.

Downstairs, I reach a wide, fancy marble foyer, where I overheard my sister and mom arguing. Ignoring that, I exit out the door, only to land into complete darkness. The dream ends immediately afterwards.

Created Saturday 16 April 2016

All these dreams took place after a WILD attempt, one being a DILD, three DIELDs, and one non-lucid dream in between. There was one dream before I first awakened, but my laziness caused me to only remember a fragment.

Spoiler for spoilered to save space:

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I was playing Dungeon Crawl - Stone Soup, auto-travelling down a few stairs. Soon, I encounter an enemy human. I'm then part of the game world, this presented in a more detailed view, as I could see the rough brown stone environment plainly instead of just ASCII symbols. I zap the guy with the Searing Ray spell, this appearing as a thin white beam. The man's skin then melts off his flesh in far too graphic a manner (not bad for a low level spell!). He somehow continues after me, stopping only until he's reduced to a mere skeleton.

Dream 1 - Challenge Unanswered
I got up from bed, feeling not too relaxed. It was still dark outside.

I looked in mirror, seeing nothing unusual. Out of random curiousity, I did a breath test, only to realize the dream state, affirming as much out loud. This was the perfect opportunity to try a recent goal of mine: have a sparring match with myself.

"Hey, what's up?", I blurt out. "Wanna fight?"

My reflection scowls at me. His eyes then go white. I just take this in good humor. So, I asked him again, but still get no response. Just then, my mirror form's face contorts, the eyes placed much wider than normal, and nose and mouth twisted towards opposite cheeks.

The dream gets hazy. I feel myself in bed, and awaken promptly. I keep still, and go for a DIELD.

Dream 2 - Nutcracker

I waited around in bed for a dream to form, but nothing seemed to happen. As I muttered my mantras, I was suddenly accosted by a figure from behind. Visible from the darkness was the form of a very, very tall, and somewhat stout Asian woman, her skin pale and hair dark. More spectacularly, she possessed four arms, two embracing my torso, and two others wrapped around my waist and locking my arms, while her legs were pressed beside my own.

The four armed woman roughly rolled me around in bed, all while squeezing me much too tightly between her soft skin. Much to my misfortune, this also forced me to unintentionally press down on my... er... family jewels. There was no pain, but, given everything else I felt, uh, let's just say that they by all means should have not remained intact. I tried telling her as much, but could only utter a breathless whisper. Meanwhile, she was having the time of her life, giggling on about how much fun she was having.

I knew better than to believe these near injuries, but this just got too intense for me to continue. I willed myself awake, albeit briefly, as I returned to sleep just as quickly.

Dream 3 - The Evil Psychic Giant Caveman and the Talking Otter

The visuals were slightly blurred. This took place within cloudy, ice blue skies, a snow-capped, mossy mountain in view, and all occurring within a traditionally animated cartoon world. I knew of my presence, observing this first hand, though I don't manifest physically.

Eventually, several figures float towards the mountain. Easily identifiable from this group are Dipper and "Grunkle" Stan from Gravity Falls, who were levitating along with an unknown man. The other two were much larger in scale. One was a buff giant man three times the height of a normal human, dressed only in a fur loincloth, and his wild hair and thick moustache reddish brown. The other was a huge, brown furred talking otter or a similar mammal, who spoke with some type of English accent.

The giant man makes ill-tidings on the fate of the world. With a gesture, the other unknown guy's head is telekinetically ripped off his body. Following that, the smaller man's eyeballs vanish into his skull, while his veins and capillaries pierce through his skin, whipping around like worms. His head is then dissolved into nothing but a skull. Then, with another swipe of the giant man's hand, Dipper and Stan are psychically tossed into the horizon.

After that, those titans levitate to the mountain's peak, where they enter a cave. Their home, it seems, a few pieces laminated wood furniture within an otherwise crude, grey stone interior. The giant man places something inside a cabinet, them walks off to another opening, the otter following behind him, as both exchange banter.

"I still can't believe you've built a locker for one of those mortals.", quips the otter.

"Hey, that's not what I was gonna use it for!", grumbles the giant. "Not at first! It was for my collection of..." His voice trails off.

A woman of their scale appears, a light skinned woman with wild, blonde hair, darkcircles visible under her eyes, and wearing a very revealing fur dress. She seemed bored as she rummaged through various cabinets. The otter then reappears, seeming very nervous.

"Madame, I say, please, do be careful! if you need anything, you need not do anything but..."

"Hey, chill!", she interrupts in a bimbo-ish tone. "I was just, like, trying to dump slime all over the place, and stuff." That didn't change the otter's mood.

Don't know what happened until dream ended. I felt myself waking up, ready for another DIELD.

Dream 4 - Just Chill

I was back in bed, the amplified noise of the AC confirming my dream state.

Waited around for a dream to form, but nothing seemed to happen. Just then, I felt a hand rubbing my back, soothing but very cold to the touch. I turn around, and an unusual woman formed of glowing, faintly blue mist, her face similar as the one before.

"You should learn to ease yourself", she says in a soft tone.

The mist woman gently tilts my head away from her, and continues stroking her hand on my shoulders and back, all while occasionally blowing chilled, placid wind towards me. It was very soothing.

This goes on for about two minutes, until light stops illuminating the area. I awaken briefly to perform another DIELD.

Dream 5 - Void Confrontation

I was in bed, already certain I was in a dream state.

Felt invigorated, and eager for a rumble. I tried visualising myself on desolate cliffs, set in purple skies. I waited for a while, but nothing seemed to happen.

So, I just stood up on bed and thought to get started then and there, starting by just shadow-fighting, punching and kicking the air as a child would. Music then begins playing, Metallic Madness Present from Sonic CD, which really pumped me up.

Suddenly, I'm slapped from the back of my head. The culprit appears in view. Turns out this was a floating, greasy slice of pepperoni pizza. I tried striking and catching it, but it was very evasive, darting and dodging around at insane speeds.

And then, I'm "drop-chuted" into the void, just falling into emptiness. As I descended, another figure dropped in after me, who happened to be Mordecai from Regular Show, humorously enough. When he got close, I bopped him in the face, and tossed him away; there was bigger fish... er... pizza... to fry.

Soon, I caught sight of the slice. I flew after it, requiring I make wild turns and loops to finally catch up. The slice then stood in place, where it immediately changed form. It now appeared as a thick, tasty looking hamburger, padded by much lettuce. As I snatched at it, I was suddenly blasted far away by a powerful shockwave.

Once I recovered, I noticed the hamburger becoming huge in the distance, growing many stories tall. It also attained a humanoid body, it's previous form now its oversized head, with the addition of some angry googly eyes. What's more, it was dressed fancily, wearing a black wool vest and dress pants, white collared shirt, red tie, and gleaming black dress shoes and tiny bowler hat. The Hamburger Titan ignored me in favor of attacking some unknown smaller figures on a glowing platform beside it, swiping at them and firing beams from his fingers.

"Oh, yeah?" I yell. "Well how about this!"

I drew my index and middle finger on my forehead, focusing energy there. On pointing at my target, I fire a spiralling yellow beam.

"Special Beam Cannon!"

The projectile closed in. Just then, the background music comes to a close. And with that, the Hamburger Man and the others just sort of shrug and walk off without a care. Of course, the beam missed entirely, and bursts in the distant darkness with a low rumble.

Then, I see an image in the distance. This shows an Asian woman working at an office, requesting files and supplies from her peers. Soon, I'm "yanked" back in bed, where I slowly awaken.

Created Thursday 14 April 2016

I remembered two dreams today, one DILD after a WILD attempt, and one before my first known awakening. However, at the moment, I only know of scraps for the latter.

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Like yesterday, I ended up seeing a member from DreamViews in my dream. This was an androgynous person with long, black hair, a person that I assumed was JadeGreen. Later on, I spoke with my brother, Edwin, who lacked his dreads and beard. Then, a good portion of the dream revolved around a Sega Genesis game. Or rather, a black mega-cartridge filled with supposed "demos" of said games, as indicated from a red and black label, as well as a pamphlet that came with it. Of those listed in this brochure were all of the classic Sonic games (Sonic 1, 2, 3, and Knuckles). This cartridge was apparently shown in a private tech convention in the mid nineties, and indeed, a warning label stated it was illegal to have under any other circumstances. I hooked this up to a Genesis console, and played some fantasy beat-em-up game, not unlike the first Golden Axe, though more medieval fiction than Hyborian-esque.


Dream 1 - A Lucid Tour

Scene 1 - Not the Best Spot to Sleep
The visuals were blurred. I woke up in the living room of unknown apartment. Lounging around in the area were my parents, as well as one or both of my brothers.

From the start, I felt uncomfortable and tired. I thus hadn't a care in laying down around or under odd places, starting with the carpeted floor. I later moved under a bar stool, and then under a table, where I dozed off for a bit.

When I awaken, I find myself squeezed under a leather couch. I became suspicious, enough so that my dream form understood the dream state, but not quite "me". Anyway, I had difficulty breathing, but I calmed down. From random thoughts, I tried giving amusing justifications for my predicament. Nothing of the sort occurred. I just simply drifted off again.

Then, I "woke up" once more, this time in my bedroom. Felt as if I've had a miserable sleep. So, I trudged to the master bedroom, seeing my brother, Mathias, walking out. I dropped on the bed, only to find, much to my disgust, that the sheets were damp. And yet, I somehow got too comfortable to think of moving. Heck, I even gambled on this helping me attain a lucid dream.

The scene transitioned afterwards.

Scene 2 - Funnelled Into Awareness
The visuals were clear. I was in a lounge room, decorated by a few brown leather couches and some potted plants. A look out the window walls showed I was in the upper floors of a building, a full view of seaside cityscape outside. The skyscraper's spires pierced through storm clouds, all concealing a twilight sky. At a glance, I could note mom was nearby.

The dark clouds begin spinning rapidly. Within seconds, a narrow, straight funnel cloud descends to the ground. I somehow recalled having a similar dream just days before, and at that, became aware of my state. As such, I relaxed myself, and allowed the twister to do its work.

Those windows shatter, and I'm immediately sucked out of the building. Yet, I'm only dragged but a few meters before I'm simply falling to the streets below. I recover quickly, and glide ahead towards the ocean, all while enjoying the great view. For a few seconds, anyway, as I'm interrupted by landing much earlier than expected.

Suddenly, the surrounding structures crumble in plain view, while the sea recedes, if not evaporates entirely. All that's left is the clear blue sky, as well as a desert of white sand I was standing on. I fly ahead, catching sight of, and chasing, the drying ocean visible in the distance, curious as to where it takes me. There was an eerie lack of noise for a moment. Cue music playing in the background, an ambient, if somber piano piece.

Time moved much faster. Within the span of several seconds, I observed water, foliage, and even sand and clay structures come and go. It was as if I'd witnessed a cycle of the world ending and beginning anew.

Eventually, the visuals got very grainy. As new structures materialized, I noticed these having trite, blocky textures from Minecraft, the buildings being large, triangular roofed buildings constructed in an orderly array of sandstone, cobblestone, wood, and glass. Got annoyed at seeing as much, but at least these attained slightly more smoothed, less blocky textures in time.

The scenery vanished for a moment, though uttering for more time fixed that. A low resolution cityscape then formed ahead, the buildings made of yellow-brown stone material.

By then, I got a bit bored of this tour. So, I jumped right to conjuring up a more personally interesting sight, let's just say a woman to my taste. As I glance beside me, I'm surprised to see just as much in the distance. Yet, she appeared as animated in 3D, much like those ameteur "Poser" figures.

I very much wanted to get her attention. Unfortunately, as I followed her, the scenery collapsed instantly, and I awaken.

Created Wednesday 13 April 2016

I attained a WILD state today, having many dreamlets in between, as well as one complete dream at the end. I also remembered a fairly long dream before the first awakening, one that I'm sure had me attain a lucid state (or at least a false lucid), but at this point, I only have fragments of it.

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After a number of occurrences, I end up on the deck of a sail ship. There, I encounter a member from DreamViews (not sure who at the moment). Later, I speak with a disembodied head of an unknown bald guy. I become lucid at some point, or my dream form assumes as much.

Dream 1 - Kinda a Venetian Galleass
My arms went numb, and stayed that way for several minutes. I'd assumed this was merely a transition state into a full dream, but a breath check proved I was indeed dreaming. The surprise awakened me briefly, but I promptly returned, and in deeper sleep, no less.

Various dreams formed within several minutes. One was a false awakening involving my sleep being interrupted by family members.

There were also a few afflictions of REM Atonia, from which I woke up with difficulty breathing. A particular instance even had me inside a cloth padded coffin. Despite this, unlike in my other suffocation hallucinations, I managed to convince myself to remain calm, and drifted off to sleep afterwards.

Eventually, I spent several rounds floating backwards in the void. In most cases, I attempted and failed to bring light and clarity in various ways, including by trying to remove my sleeping mask, focusing on a certain point, and just plain intention.

A few incidents involved some furries showing up, their faces contorted with perverted expressions. Enraged at the sight, I quickly began strangling each one by one, which, in turn, caused them to "poof" out of existence.

After a few more excursions, I finally have the mind to attempt... well, I'll leave this part for myself. Heheheh.... A little kink, is all.

Several more trips to the void occurred, until I finally assert myself to create a scenery. I try remembering the sailing dream above, imagining myself on the deck of a ship. In seconds, this takes forms as a low res image of as much. Next, I thought of ambient noises, which were produced instantly, sounds of creaking wood and crashing waves echoing all around me. Out of personal taste, I wanted this ship to be a galleass, which would mean it's partially oar powered. And just like that, I began hearing the rhythmic splashes and hoarse grunting of such activity below. A literal skeleton crew, I imagined, though I never saw any of that.

The environment became brighter and more solidified, though it still retained gritty visuals. Above me was a deep blue dawn sky behind storm clouds, while a vast grey ocean was all that lay below and the ship, the scenery aided by the scent and sensation of an omnipresent sea breeze.

My perspective discorporates a distance ahead and above of the ship. It seemed more a stout sailboat, like a cog, than a vast war galley. Furthermore, its details fluctuates in resolution, from choppy, to cartoony 3D (think early PSOne game quality), to quite realistic. A "map view", perhaps?

Anyway, the vessel was beset by rough tide. Quite rough, in fact, as the waves slammed right over the ship. Despite this, the ship pressed forward.

I start to wonder about this. "Huh. For a second, I thought it'd surely..."

Before I could finish that thought, the ship capsizes immediately.

"Boss!", shouts an unknown masculine, raspy, and seemingly dehydrated voice nearby. "We're going down!"

My viewpoint realigns itself, where I could see, feel, and taste that I'm submerged entirely in seawater, accidentally gulping down a copious amount of the stuff. I resurface and recover in short order. Now, I could see a small landmass ahead of me, a tiny island, with a disproportionately tall grey mountain in its center. "Looks like I'll find my 'White Whale' after all", I think to myself.

Unfortunately, the dream dissolves immediately afterwards.

Created Tuesday 12 April 2016

Could only remember one dream today, the first dream of the day, and I'm pretty sure it's not in it's entirety. Kinda reluctant to post it, but it's been a bit since my last entry online, so what the hey.

Dream 1 - Bad News for a Delivery Guy

The visuals were dim and slightly blurred. I was entering an unknown apartment room, the poor lighting indicating dusk. It was kinda a mess, though the decorations and furniture seemed otherwise decent enough. My brother, Sebastian, was accompanying me.

Soon, I interacted with two figures inside. One was Sam, an old friend of mine, who hasn't changed since I last saw him many years ago. The other was an unknown, tanned skinned, dark haired Caribbean Hispanic woman, slightly fat, plain looking, and wearing a sundress. They've given me charge of a small, metal box, which I was to deliver. A look inside revealed a large portion of marijuana, already rolled up inside cigar paper. The woman promised me one of these joints (in addition to payment, I believe) should I complete the task. I accepted, though revealed nothing of how I wasn't interested in such things. My brother and I then left.

We were passing through a sidewalk by a shopping plaza, the car lots mostly empty, all under a dawn sky. I've apparently owned a white truck, class 6, much like a movers' truck.

Then, I recieved a call from an unknown, dark cased phone. On the other line was mom, who was sobbing and could barely speak. At that, I immediately felt glum; I knew exactly what she was going to say. Not willing to talk about it here. I began to wonder how such a terrible thing could happen so suddenly. That's when I realized the dream state, though I was much too embittered and enraged to think clearly.

"What the hell is this shit?!", I yell at my unconscious self. "I didn't need this!"

I wake up immediately afterwards in less than good spirits.

Created Sunday 03 April 2016

Today, I managed to get into a WILD state. I also remembered one other dream besides that one, though not as much of it as I should.

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Spoiler for WARNING: Potential Steven Universe Spoilers:

Dream 1 - Gem China Doll

The visuals were somewhat blurred. I wasn't sure where I was, only knowing I was watching TV on a large screen. My brother, Theodore, was also nearby.

Surfed around for a bit before settling on a cartoon. Only, this turned out to be Steven Universe, a show not to our preference anymore. I was about to change it, though seeing hints of the season's end made me delay that if briefly.

Well, Steven was captured once again, being hauled off by a battered and apprehensive Jasper. They arrived within an unknown plane, mostly dark save for a cool colored floor. A tall, bright figure stepped forth from the shadows: Yellow Diamond has returned.

A short dialogue begins, where Jasper presents Steven as a plea in restoring lost honor. Just then, she's impaled by several spears, and (save for her gem) "poofs" out of existence. A pan out reveals Steven's fellow Crystal Gems, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl, a distance behind, primed for battle.

Steven takes Jasper's gem, and, in an uncharacteristic move, shatters it on the ground, much to everyone's shock. But, as Steven reveals, he didn't kill her, but rather, changed her. Jasper reforms, much different this time, as she now appeared as a life sized, brunette china doll in a black and white dress. The doll's lifeless smile was very unsettling, not helped that it retained movement in its wide eyes.

Not too clear on what happened, save that Yellow Diamond suffered a similar fate. Not much else happened until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Inedible Snacks and a Phone Call

Scene 1 - A Lesson in Dream Gastronomy
During my WILD attempt, someone walked in to awaken me, and then stepped out. Surely, this was to remind me of some arrangement later in the day. I was annoyed at first, but this got me a bit suspicious. Indeed, after waiting for a few minutes, I noticed a dizzying sensation in my head, a tell-tale sign that I was (near) dreaming. Such joy would've make me jump right into trying stupid things for fun, but I reigned that in quickly in favor of sorting through the TOTMs.

Being the gourmand that I am, I first thought of TOTM number one. And so, I bit into whatever was nearby, the pillows, in this case. This tasted of but scented fabric, much to my disappointment.

I was a bit concerned of my state. So, I got out of bed, opened the drapes, and looked outside. Instead of my backyard, I found an urban area before me, multistoried concrete buildings as far as the eye could see, all under a grey, cloudy dawn sky. That's all the reassurance I needed.

Anyway, directly below was the roof of one of such squared towers. I quickly jumped right out the window towards there, landing safely via a slowed descent. There wasn't much to see, just a mostly flat, concrete rooftop with an occasional steam vent. Painted a few feet within the perimeter was a yellow line, not unlike street lines. The visuals began deteriorating, but a quick hand rubbing fixed that up good.

Once again, I thought to try the taste task, so, I peeled off some of the paint and had a sample. This, I realized, wasn't anything good, just chalk. What a pity.

Not sated, I looked around for something else, and eventually found a small, concrete stone. I bit into this, only to find it was just as it was, looking, feeling (and as difficult to bite into), and, in this case, tasting like an ordinary rock. Had mixed feelings here, both wonder and disappointment on such realism. Surely, it wouldn't have killed me to have it flavored like, say, a rolled hazelnut cream wafer, or a Chick-O-Stick, or something?

Oh, well. Without delay, I moved onto another task: laying on a bed of clouds. I looked up at the storm clouds above, and thought, "I am there", all while purposefully trembling in place (the latter being my personal method of warping). But, instead of that, the visuals, if not the environment, simply fogged up. Before long, I was transitioned without input.

Scene 2 - Fumbled the Call
The visuals were dark. I was back in bed, the poor lighting indicating the dead of night. I was still aware of my dream state.

Immediately, I got up and out the room. I overheard voices from one of the rooms nearby, probably mom and one of my brothers, but I ignored that. Anyway, I went downstairs towards the front door, glancing at the fancy cupboard on my way there. From out the window, I saw a clear night sky, less then ideal conditions for the previous attempted task.

All of a sudden, the environment began collapsing before me, leaving me standing in the void. At this, I prioritized on my personal task: finding my dream guide, by ear, primarily, considering my hindered sight. I instinctively tapped on my temple, which, in turn brought forth a discorporated interface, a hologram of monochrome green text on a black background. A series of about a dozen numbers cycled in view, all to the noise of low buzzing. An IP address, I thought. In any case, after a click, the screen changes, now displaying two very blurred portraits. Was this it? After a pause, I break the silence.

"Hello?"

"Yes?", responded the entity, the voice feminine and sounding beleaguered.

"Are you a dream guide?"

"Yes", she says more impatiently.

I almost freeze from excitement, but recompose myself through heavy breaths. I noticed the portraits were behaving erratically, becoming blurred stains in one moment, and, for a brief flicker, completely clear the next. From this, I could note a dark haired, round faced woman on the other line. What's more, both these images were drawn in, depicting us in some comic-book like style. Anyway, once I'm ready, I continue.

"So... does this mean you'll be my dream guide?" An ominous quiet follows, one that felt like minutes. Before long, she answers, this time, with a more mischievous tone.

"You'll have to find me first."

The screen vanishes afterwards. In desperation, I go in a frantic search, fumbling around in the dark space for... no given reason. Hindsight sure makes this seem ridiculous. Well, I did at least think to brighten the place up, trying to do so through willpower alone. I didn't quite get that, instead finding faint light reflecting off a familiar environment, the entrance to my home, specifically.

But, before I could act, the dream collapses immediately, and I find myself in bed.

Hmm. Just noticed it's been two weeks since I last posted a full log. I suppose I got a few I'm willing to share...

Spoiler for Log 318 - Air Raider and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Sunday 13 March 2016

Could note one dream before the first awakening, and a number of smaller dreams during a loop of sleep and wakings afterwards. Much details were forgotten for all of these, particularly how they started. There was also scraps of a later dream, where I was in some apartment discussing previous dreams with my brother, Marco, and the many powers and abilities I've displayed distinctly between lucid and non-lucid dreams. He found it humorous, much to my embarrassment. I'm also kinda sure of something about eating my nephew's leftover food (not an uncommon occurrence in waking reality).

Dream 1 - Air Raider

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was a passenger inside a large vehicle (a full-sized van, I think?), travelling through an urban environment under a grey sky. A few familiar figures there with me, of whom I could identify Yana, mom, and dad.

Seemed to think we were going to a beach. We had to stop early, for Yana apparently had stomach troubles, and couldn't hold it in. There was a discussion on the nasty matter, but I'd rather leave it unsaid. Anyway, we parked at an inclined street. The shops around us were all sealed with roll-up doors, so we went along downhill. Yana rushed off ahead, and I tried to keep up with her, but couldn't. Meanwhile, my parents lingered behind. Figured out I could fly. I used this to hover quickly down the sidewalk, yet I still could not catch up to my sister. What's more, I lost track of where I was.

I landed and paced around nervously. In time, I noticed someone was stalking closely behind me, a tanned skinned, shaved haired guy, about in his mid-twenties, and wearing a baggy blue shirt. He was obviously up to something. Indeed, as he passed me by, he snapped his hand towards the right pocket of my navy blue shorts, right where I kept my wallet. I reactively shoved my own hand there to interpose. In turn, the thug tried wresting my wallet out of my grip, grasping my free arm from behind as we struggled.

It was then that I realized I had other powers, namely control over electricity and air. And so, after barely grabbing hold of his chest with my left hand, I tensed my fingers, from which invisible currents surged into the thug. He backs off, and tried walking away all unassuming like. But I was flaring with unreasonable hate. "He needed to die", I thought.

I motioned my hands around towards him, as if handling an unseen basketball. Just then, a transparent yet visible gust circled around his head in a vacuum. The thug dropped on his knees, gasping for breath. It took only seconds for him to fall lifeless. I looked down on his corpse for a moment, glaring at him with bitter contempt, before I walked off.

My view discorporates for a moment, following a path into an unknown home. This place was well decorated, a possible indication of high society. Lounging around on a sofa were a formally dressed couple, both late middle aged and with light skin and dark hair. The two were speaking in Spanish, complaining of some matter, something about their son's antics.

Soon, another pair of figures walk into the area, neither seeming of reputable origins. One was a wiry twenty-something year old guy, very energetic and twitchy, and with a disturbed look in his always widened and dilated eyes. Don't remember much of the other guy, save that he was subordinate to his shorter, skinnier fellow.

I then manifest at the home's entrance, where I had been given the form of a big obese guy, black hair long and unkempt, and his clothes very baggy. The supposed son, I presumed. Moreover, I felt completely drenched, as if I've been swimming recently.

Well, "I" go to the living room, where I sat down on a cushioned bar stool that should have by all means collapsed under this form's weight. Nearby were the parents, both averting their eyes in disappointment. They start making indirect passive-aggressive remarks about "me", mainly sour advice. But I ignored them, minding instead all the powers I've exhibited beforehand.

After that, I cross through a hallway towards "my" room. This place was a dump, with much clothes, beddings, and shoes scattered all throughout, and a heavy stench of tobacco masking various other unpleasant odors. To my surprise, I found the skinny guy and his partner were waiting there, the former sitting on a wide bed in the middle, and the latter standing somewhere to the left. I knew they weren't there for pleasantries. Some unresolved money problems, perhaps?

As expected, the madman dashes right towards me. He almost caught up, until I reflexively conjured a vortex around his head, all while backpedalling. And yet, his resolve allowed him to push towards me through most of the hallway, and he would have reached me if he didn't succumb in the last second. The skinny guy stumbles around wildly, crashing, flailing, and slamming against the walls before falling over breathless.

Just then, his goon interrupts my attack with a body check. I respond quickly by grabbing at, and blasting a spinning blast of wind, in his face, leaving him reeling from dizziness until he fell over backwards. Afterwards, I refocus the vacuum on my first target, where I finally suffocate him before he had the chance to recover.

I don't remember anything else until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Inconveniently Short Duration Awareness

The visuals were very blurred. I was in a convenience store, supposedly employed there. Working the register, which was in the middle, for some reason, was my uncle, Timothy.

Don't remember much, besides wandering the aisles for a bit. At one point, I somehow found out I was dreaming. But as I wondered what to do next, the environment warped. There were a few non-lucid scenes afterwards, but I don't know anything else.

Spoiler for Log 319 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Monday 14 March 2016

I could remember two dreams today, one before the first known awakening, and one afterwards. Both were fairly involved, though I don't remember as much details as I should by this point.

Dream 1 - Regrettably Familiar Thieves

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at home, going all around doing who knows what. Throughout my time there, I regularly encountered a tall, skinny old lady, someone I thought was familiar to me, though I had no idea who she was.

Most initial things are a blur at the moment. I know I go to the backyard, and end up speaking with an acquaintance.

At one point, I catch someone going through some of mom's antiques in the lounge downstairs, just a few cups and vases within a fancy cupboard. This person turned out to be Shaneil, a kid I haven't seen since way back in third grade, now an adult. I knew he was trying to steal these items, and so I confronted him, forcing him to run away empty handed.

I followed him out there, where I found another known figure, though his name evades me at the moment; I just remember him as the Dizzy player in Guilty Gear XX that kept beating me in casuals and tournaments. It seems the two were in on this heist. This both infuriated and pained me, as neither seemed the type to betray an acquaintance, especially for petty gains. A big argument ensued, where at least one spoke of growing up in low standing, and as such had to do whatever it took to make a living. I brushed that off, and I likewise told them I'd call the cops. The two retreated afterwards.

Back inside, I lamented such trouble arriving in my peaceful community, especially since the two were supposedly my neighbors. I looked to the cupboard again, where I noticed an empty spot among the antiques. "The blue and white vase", I thought, "it's gone! Mom's not gonna like this..."

I'm not too sure what else happened. I may have called the cops, and interacted with actual family members, but I can't be certain. Don't know what else occurred until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in the balcony-hallway of a wide, two storied building, a motel, I presumed, a canopy shielding me from a dusk rain. Two other figures were with me, though I didn't distinguish anyone yet.

I soon head to a room in a far edge of the building. At the entrance and in a distant corner were terminals, some electronic booking service machines, apparently. My companions hurried inside, where I distinguished the two as Beavis and Butt-Head, cartoony appearance and all. Both found mundane things to joke about or be amazed at, snickering on as they always would. Meanwhile, I figured we hadn't much funds to spend, and so declined buying a stay here. Figured if worse comes to worse, we have a vehicle to sleep in, though the cold air I'd just noticed did concern me a bit.

And so, we headed back out. While going through the hallway, we somehow pass through a small stadium, a baseball field played by non-professional teams below, and a sizeable crowd filling the bleachers. It was a clear night by then, good lighting providing clear vision. A ball gets hit nearby us. Beavis then picks it up, haphazardly tosses it, and accidentally beans someone in the head. Butt-Head, greatly amused, finds another ball, and wilfully pelts someone with it from behind. This enrages the target, who throws it back, but unwittingly hits another bystander. Cue a chain reaction that results in a disastrous riot. The idiot teens just chuckle away at this frenzy. I, on the other hand, decide to ditch the two and their antics.

Now, I was back in the motel balcony, where it's somehow become dusk again. Moreover, I had somehow changed to Bobby Hill from King of the Hill. I soon encounter his father, Hank Hill, who confronts me on hanging out with "those two troublemakers". Couldn't deny being way in over my head in that regard.

Things get unclear for a moment. I eventually return to my own form while heading downstairs. It was the dead of night again, and storming heavily, to boot. As I crossed through a lot, I encountered a sizeable and impressive group hurrying through, all men in metal plate armor concealed by cloaks. One of them stops to speak with me, whom was clearly Theoden from Lord of the Rings. He warns me of certain dangers lurking around, though I can't remember what that was. The armored king then runs off with the rest of his men.

From there, I start walking to another lot around the building to get to my vehicle. But the rain and winds got much too strong, keeping me in check. It seemed too dangerous to go on, so I hurry back to the motel, all the way across to that corner room upstairs.

As I began settling my belongings (which I suddenly had), the far terminal starts acting very strangely, making a lot of noises and flashing many-colored lights. Just then, some menacing song plays in the background, a video game boss theme music (The Return from Gradius 2, I think). The machine immediately fires laser blasts and glowing energy spheres all throughout the space. In reaction, I super-jump out of the room, the place lacking a ceiling, unusually enough. Anyway, I leap back in and out, repeating this maneuver as I await an opening. Now, I'm pretty sure I eventually overcome it with a few strikes, not entirely. Whatever the case, the machine remained intact, but was no longer hostile.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended.

Spoiler for Log 320 - Brother's Admirer and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Tuesday 15 March 2016

Could remember two dreams today, and even then, not too much. There was also scraps before the first awakening, from which I was searching for something in a dark cavern. This setting reminded me of Mortal Kombat for some reason, leading to a very vivid daydream on the matter shortly afterwards until I snap back to reality. After that, I think I remember something of playing music on a keyboard. There was also some dream where I apparently made a Youtube Poop video, its contents containing the usual CDI audio clips mixed with another cartoon I can't recall. I remember reading comments with mixed opinions, either praise or derision on my use of "Spadinner" material.

Dream 1 - Brother's Admirer

The visuals were slightly dim but otherwise pretty clear. I was sitting down by one of many white clothed tables in a widened room, the floor of laminated wood. Given the quantity of people around, and how well dressed they all were, I assumed this was some sort of fancy party.

Didn't really do much at first, just observing as everyone else were enjoying themselves. At one point, I notice my brother, Marco, nearby. He was in a casual conversation with an unknown person, a petite, light skinned and dark haired woman in her early twenties or so. She seemed especially fond of him, too fond, if you ask me. Every word from him drew the girl closer and closer. Much to both my brother's and my own surprise, she knocks him down to the floor in a not so subtle embrace, and begins kissing him passionately. I had very mixed feelings on all of this, a combination of jealousy, intrigue, disgust, and even allurement. Couldn't help but stare for a while. Not sure who it was, but either I, or the two of them, walk off afterwards.

Eventually, I encounter mom, who also witnessed the whole thing. She teased on the matter in supportiveness of Marco, much to my dismay.

Really don't remember what else happened, save for wandering around for a bit. I can't say how the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Interesting Trashy Pop Video

The visuals were dim and blurred. This took place in a mostly darkened area, save for spotlights shining on an unknown group of men and women. Given some kind of trashy pop song was playing in the background, this was presumably a music video. I was not present, but could acknowledge my thoughts.

Eventually, the viewpoint closes up on some light skinned, light haired woman, striped straw in hand, her hair and attire styled in some punk-ish fashion. She lowers the straw to a plane below her, where it's suddenly revealed that she was far larger than the other people, easily twenty times their size. The others begin scurrying around in panic, whereas the giant singer sucks up one of the men through the tube. She sloshed him around in her mouth for a while before swallowing him whole. Given her own shocked reaction, and that of the rest of the group, gulping him down was clearly not intended.

Things get hazy from here. I know the giantess toys around with the others for a while, though far more gently. I don't know what else happened until the dream ended.

Created Monday 29 February 2016

I managed to get a late WILD today. There were also fragments of various other dreams I remember, one before my first awakening, one before my LD attempts, and another that occured between those attempts. First one had me and my sister exiting a suburban apartment complex. The next one had me watching the 2012 Ninja Turtles cartoon, where an unusually large Splinter fights off a snake-formed Karai in the sewers, until he calms her down with a picture of her mother. Finally, another dream involved me, my sister, and my nephew watching what was supposedly an anime movie for the original Dragon Ball, though all I saw was a sentient steam roller flattening living furniture.

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Dream 1 - An Uneventfully Amusing Search For a Guide

Scene 1 - I Have To Go Now, My Dream Needs Me
I felt a familiar whirling motion in my head, a clear sign I was (almost) dreaming.

Before anything, I calmed myself with heavy breaths for about a minute. I then immediately thought of the TOTMs, the Dream Guide task in particular. And so, while keeping my eyes closed, I proceeded.

"I am ready for my Dream Guide.", I intoned. Nothing seemed to happen. I tried again. "I am ready for my Dream Guide." Still nothing. I continued, this time getting louder. "I am ready for my Dream Guide! I AM READY FOR MY DREAM GUIDE!" Null.

Got concerned of my state at this point. Maybe I needed to see? Well, not with my eyes, they were covered by a sleeping mask. But with "Dream Eyes?" So I uttered those words various times. "Dream Eyes! Dream Eyes!" Like before, no results.

Something else then. A change of scenery, perhaps? So, I imagined myself flying out of the room. As it would occur, that's exactly what happened, where I felt myself floating in the same posture I slept in as I kinda slid off the window. Blinding sunlight seeped through my eyelids, whereupon I transitioned immediately.

Scene 2 - Just a Giant Doll
The visuals started off bright, but highly blurred. Wasn't sure where I was at first, only knowing that I was standing on ground, and that I was still aware of my dream state.

Took a thorough look around the place. In a few seconds, the environment became clearer and clearer. I could immediately see large, green stalks surrounding me. Or so I thought, for a better look revealed these to be enormous garden plants, unkempt blades of grass and leaft weeds the size of small trees. Indeed, I could note a huuuuge house a short distance to my left, its outer walls light colored horizontal wood panels, and the sill plate a lattice frame painted white.

Now, I woulda just took off exploring, but decided to stick with the tasks. So, I once again called out, "I am ready for my Dream Guide". Suddenly, I felt myself getting pulled and dragged away for a moment. When I come to, I see that I'm already within the giant house, the kitchen, exactly, as noted by the building sized counter and cupboards a distance ahead, while the floor beneath me was of vast vinyl tiles. To my right was a square, thin legged wooden table, also very big, of course.

I glance behind, only to see a startling sight before me: a tremendous, light-skinned, bespectacled giantess, well over a hundred feet tall, big enough that I likely didn't even reach her ankle. She seemed petite for her size, and, more prominently, was drawn in as an anime-esque cel-shaded 3D figure. Her black, straight hair reached her shoulder. Moreover, she was dressed in a jean jacket and jean skirt ensemble, the latter reaching her knees, all while wearing soft, brown leather flats.

For a moment, I could only gaze up in awe. The giant woman didn't seem to notice me, just starting off into the distance. It's probably for this reason that she walked forward heedlessly in my direction. She would have squashed me had I not took a grand leap backwards, well, relatively speaking, as she closed that distance with a single step. I looked up again, and saw she was now gazing down at me, smiling faintly. Good, I had her attention. Of course, I had to ask her the obvious question.

"Are you my Guide?" There was no response. So, I asked again. "Are you my Guide?" She tilted her head in confusion, but remained silent.

By this point, I kinda guessed I wasn't going to get much from her. Just a lifeless doll, like a video game character. Pity, but oh well. It was fun either way. I floated up to her at face level, telling her I was off to do other tasks, and bade her farewell. Of course, she did nothing but stare idly.

From here, my sights were set on another task: creating fire and ice in each hand. Shouldn't be too hard, I thought, given I've done similar things in previous dreams. Didn't really notice an incoming transition.

Scene 3 - Can't Flick Out Fire Nor Frost
The visuals were dim, and the clarity in the background fluctuated wildly. I was now stepping out from an unknown place into an outdoor hallway, blue-ish dawn light reflecting off the cement walls and floors. I retained awareness, and was, at this point, regular sized relative to the environment.

With clear purpose, I raised and looked upon both my hands, which remained consistently clear compared to the rest of the environment. They seemed a bit rougher than normal, bearing scars and calluses that I'm sure don't actually exist. Anyway, I tensed up my fingers, and tried visualizing an aura emanating from each, blue for the left, and red for the right. I could somewhat see static of such description flickering from them, all while said extremities grew numb with a very faint sensation of coolness and warmth, respectively. Progress, but nowhere near enough. I concentrated more, but this yielded no further results until it ended completely.

So, I tried a different approach, thinking of how spellcasting worked in other games, Skyrim in particular. At this, dark, fist sized glowing orbs were formed in my trembling hands, as planned. A flick of my wrist, I thought, and I'll get what I need. I launched these spheres into the air, which promptly vanished to the sound of a swhishing noise. But, aside from that, this produced no obvious results. I repeated again, straining myself further and further, but nothing.

Suddenly, my view discorporates during one of these castings, where I could see my previous perspective fit within a rectangular corner of my view, as if it occurred within a small screen. Well, most of my previous perspective, as I couldn't quite see my right hand. As disorienting as this was, I continued my attempts, seeing and feeling myself forming and releasing more energy to no other effect. Eventually, I realign fully with my body, though the visuals deteriorated greatly by that point.

And then, I felt terrible discomfort in my jaw, where I sensed my upper front teeth have somehow been shoved between my lower teeth. "Oh, yeah," I thought. "Forgot I slept on my side today." Now, I knew better than to think this was actually happening. Whatever the case, I was snapped out of the dream that very instant. Guess even thinking of your real body would do as such after all...

Got a DILD today, and even chained it into various scenes. Regretably, there's a bit of details I can't recall at the moment, but I think I still got the important stuff. Aside from that, I could also remember scraps from the endings of an earlier dream before the first awakening, something about humming "Surging Power" from Knuckles' Chaotix, and messing with a GUI.

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Dream 1 - Greenhouse Manor

Scene 1 - I Think It Was a Library-Classroom
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was seated in a desk within a classroom. Not your typical classroom either, for it apparently shared space with a library, as indicated by the rows of bookshelves in an adjacent, slightly elevated widened area. Moreover, the place was constructed of light wood.

Very little I could recall of this. There were some interactions with high-school aged kids, and also a bit of me floating around while collecting books from the library. That's all I remember until the scene transitioned.

Scene 2 - Redwood Awareness
The visuals were dimmer but otherwise clear. I was a passenger in an unknown vehicle, travelling through a forested highway at daytime. There were others there with me, close family members, I'm sure, but I can't remember who exactly.

As I looked on, I noticed just how large the trees were, big enough to block out all sunlight save for what little passed through the canopy formed from their branches, their numerous small leaves dark green in color. Only redwoods would ever reach such a size. On piecing together that I was nowhere near where these trees grow, I gained awareness of my state. Even then, I could only gaze in awe for much of this time.

Eventually, the visuals begin deteriorating. I hurry to focus on a single point, staring at a group of trees ahead. This sight lingered for a bit before it too collapsed.

I sensed myself waking up, though I made sure to keep calm, and just remember what I saw. In turn, the environment returned intact once more.

After a bit, I noticed a disturbing lack of noise. As I imagined what I might just hear, the scene transitions immediately.

Scene 3 - Animal Flinger
The visuals were similar to last time. I was in a large hall, the floor covered with bright red carpeting. There were various others roaming around the area, all fancily dressed, though I couldn't really distinguish either of them yet. From the start, I retained awareness.

As I looked around, I noticed obvious elements from the previous two scenes. More spectacular was the number of trees growing inside the place, a number of them lined up to form walls, while a few were arranged in the center as columns. In fact, aside from being scaled down a bit, these were all the same exact trees as before. Furthermore, besides the lack of furniture, the general layout of the area was very similar to that of the aforementioned classroom, elevated space and all.

Things get a bit unclear for a moment. I know I float around as I wander a bit, staring at a tree or two on occasion to keep the environment steady. There was also some interaction to an amusing looking figure, a moustachioed, dark haired, light skinned middle-aged man wearing some fancy, black colored, Victorian era styled clothing, including a jacket, pants, and a tophat. From what I gathered, he was the host to this place. Pity I don't remember our chat.

After wandering around alone for a bit, I was called on by that gentleman again, of whom had a group of his peers with him, an aristocratic couple both of late middle age. I "moon-jumped" in their direction, only to realize something was in my trajectory. It was a large, white and light brown furred dog, some big, shaggy, well groomed shepherd breed, long bangs covering its eyes.

Didn't want to hit the thing, so I sort of waved at it, hoping it would just go away. Instead, I unwittingly flung it upwards through telekinesis, sending it spinning several stories high. Unexpected, but amusing. Anyway, I guided it (somewhat) slowly to the ground, a bit too rough a landing for its own comfort, but nothing harmful, all before I myself landed. Unsurprisingly, the thing yelped and ran off. Meanwhile, the others were in awe at the sight.

I got all too eager to try more. Soon, I noticed a grey squirrel climbing down a tree. A perfect test subject. I pointed my open right hand towards it, and focused on it for a bit. This seemed to have no effect at first, until I concentrated just a bit more, where it suddenly sprung skyward. Not the intended result, but oh well.

Like before, I guided the animal to the ground, only to notice a change as I did so. Its form became... fluid, somehow, warping into a different shape before solidifying again. The results weren't pretty, its head replaced with another tail, and the fur and skin on its back outstretched to form hairy bird wings. I could only barely slow it down during its fall. The thing landed harshly, but it scurried off otherwise unharmed.

"Uh oh," I commented. "Guess I made a 'flying squirrel'". The others were unamused at my quip.

In any case, I continued messing around with this telekinesis, choosing some other non-human mammal as a subject. Don't know what it was, knowing only that it was about knee high and had black fur. Whatever it was, I was able to more controllably drag it upwards, keeping it suspended for a while. Sort of lost focus, and accidentally dropped it to the ground. It would have hit full force had I not reacted quickly. Like the other animals, it immediately took off in panic.

Not sure what else happened. The scene transitioned eventually, during which I lose lucidity. I ended up in a mall area, and accompanied someone to see a concert, or something. That's all I remembered until the dream ended.

Created Wednesday 24 February 2016

I managed to get a DILD, and a vivid one at that. Aside from that, there were a number of dreams I could recall today, more than in recent times. Probably a side effect of my new WILD anchors. Anyway, I know I remembered scraps of a dream after the first awakening, but forgot that by now. Before the first dream below, I could somewhat remember being in a desolate urban shopping district, where I played 16-bit era video games. There was some interaction with a bizarre, monstrous woman, one with arthropodal features, whom I nonetheless treated as a friend. After a few other dreams, there was also something about Futurama, where Fry turned into some giant, hideous slime creature, and beckoned for Leela to let him eat her, the latter of whom became conflicted on the matter for some reason. Finally, there were also fragments related to being in an urban environment or cityscape, all of which influenced similar dreams listed below.

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Dream 1 - Awkward Awakening Utterances

I was awakened by someone shaking me. In response, I implore them to stop, letting slip some things in mind.

"I want... death...", I mutter "...no... dreams... more dreams..."

When coming to, I realized I was in the downstairs bedroom, sleeping on Maxwell's bed for some reason, light from out the door allowing me to see just enough. Anyway, turns out my brother, Maxwell, was the one who awakened me. He was astounded, but mostly annoyed, demanding that I get out. As he yanked me off, I blurted a bit about my previous dream experience, the aforementioned city and monster woman one hinted above. Maxwell wasn't concerned, responding only to my previous utterances, noting on me being weird.

I stumbled out of the room, passed the living room and headed to the kitchen, the only place that had lights on. I rummaged through the cupboards for a snack. There were lots of things within these, the top cupboard specifically containing a plastic bag of reddened, oxidized cacao powder, while I accidentally spilled an opened plastic bag of brown sugar while sifting through the spice cabinet.

Brian then shows up, to whom I point the humor in having all that food, while some apparent guests we were meant to share it with never showed up.

I woke up soon afterwards, or at least, that's what I assumed, as I'm sure this was a false awakening. Don't recall what else occurred, but it wasn't much.

Dream 2 - Not This Time, Vermin!

Not sure where I was or what I was doing. All I knew was that something was crawling on my cheek, specifically, a medium sized cockroach, the foul thing heading directly for my mouth. I struggled to blow it away from me, straining my inhalations to keep it from getting sucked in. I soon realized my breathing felt different, being far more difficult even given the circumstances. This got me to recall similar nightmares, and so I realized my state.

Well, the tickling sensation continued, but remained in place, where I determined this was just my hair. Just an illusion after all. Figured I was still in bed. I dropped to sleep without thinking this further.

Dream 3 - Tell That To Someone Who Cares

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at home in the living room, excessive lights on at the time indicating it was night time. A large gathering of people there, mostly extended family members.

Soon, I distinguished my uncle, Slaven, dressed in a grey suit. He was especially clingy, finding pretense to hug me or pat my back. How annoying.

I slunk away at the first opportunity, heading to the downstairs bedroom. Maxwell was inside, using his computer. Another figure entered soon enough, my Aunt Stacy, who was dressed in a black colored blouse and tights. In her hand was a children's book, from which started reading parts to us for some reason. This contained flagrant amounts of religious moral lessons. Couldn't stomach more than half of it, where I had to interrupt her. I argued how ridiculous it was for her to read such a thing to me, saying she'd be better off inciting this to children like my niece and nephew. She was taken aback, and walks off without a word. I felt a bit guilty, but I knew it was for the best.

A bit afterwards, I walked to the bathroom, where I find another uncle, Sefu, meandering there. His presence frightened me for some reason. Indeed, I was sure I saw him with a horrific, distorted face for a moment, only to laugh this off as my mind playing tricks. "As a dream", I thought to myself. He seemed normal from there. He then looked away, where I anticipated he'd probably turn around with that demon face again, though he looked intact upon looking back.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended soon afterwards.

Dream 4 - Not Dressed For Winter

The visuals were bright but slightly blurred. I was walking outside an urban environment under a greyish-white sky, going to a lot between various tall, brown bricked buildings. Various family members accompanied me, of whom I discerned my sister, Isaura, and her children, Rheia and Sans.

As we went along, I noticed the ground was pure white. I soon realized the area was dusted with soft snow, which grew thicker as we moved along. Sans and Rheia were filled with wonder at the sight, just as well, as they've never seen snow first-hand in their life. Too bad none of us were prepared for this, all improperly dressed for the occasion, though I only remember of my own attire of a red T-Shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes.

The kids began tossing and shovelling up sprays of snow, though I told them it's best if we changed first. Indeed, the freezing weather became very apparent at that moment, and so I bade the two to hurry along.

I don't know what else happened until dream ended.

Dream 5 - Simple Seated Stroll
The visuals were dim but otherwise clear. I woke up under a canopy, which, on crawling out, was revealed as a large and wide set of diamond-plated stairs, going up at least a story high. From there, I noticed I was on the roof of a multi-storied building, itself dwarfed by the surrounding drab colored apartment buildings typical of urban environments. Yellow-orange lights in the streets below contrasted with a starless, clear night sky. Two booths on opposite ends of the roof to my sides were the only obvious exits.

Found two or three other figures in the area. One was a late middle aged, light skinned, blue-uniformed cop, while another I perceived to be a construction worker. The cop told me I wasn't authorized to be there, and questioned what I was doing there in the first place.

"Just looking for a place to sleep for the night", I said.

This brought self inquiry, where I questioned how I turned up in such a place. I just then remembered last sleeping in my room, and so determined I was dreaming.

My first thoughts were on some task I could get done, but with nothing in mind, I ignored that.

I then looked down below, observing the rows of lit street lights. Directly across the street ahead, I noticed a more suburban area, rows of small, yard-less houses, lines of vehicles parked on the street, and narrow, arboreous verges on both sides. Of the vehicles, I could note a few small squared coupes, a minivan, and several sedans, many of these painted white. Furthermore, the trees were rather squat, and were almost entirely bare of leaves.

Well, I decided to go for a simple stroll. I instinctively sat down Indian style, feeling long rough cotton pants in my legs. This, in turn, granted me unfettered flight, which I used to gently float down below. I hovered along the street, simply admiring the environment, focusing on a vehicle here, a lamp post there, or what have you.

After about two minutes, I got distracted by something I thought of. Don't recall the details, but whatever it was, it made me nervous of losing the dream state. Indeed, I could now see the environment was warping before my eyes. I woke up in bed soon afterwards; certified by several breath tests.

Dream 6 - Fly Away From a Fight

The visuals were bright, and only slightly blurred. I was walking around the sidewalk of a suburban area, not unlike what's around my neighborhood. Nearby were the beige colored concrete walls to a housing complex, while a mix of tropical and deciduous trees were visible in the grassy verges and yards beside me.

I entered one of these complexes, one with a copper text and gleaming black background logo stamped on the wall. There, I found a large group of young adults ahead. Thought they'd be up to no good. I somewhat remember some kind of brief interaction. Whatever it was, I tried ignoring them.

Just then, a few males there blocked my way. In reaction, I simply floated up and over them, and continued along as if nothing had happened. I could sense a few were following, but they kept their distance, and so I paid them no further attention.

I'm not sure what else occurred until the dream ended.

Created Saturday 20 February 2016

I succefully attained a WILD, and got what I believe was one of the TOTMs. There was a dream before the first awakening, which I partially recalled immediately after it occurred, though I remember nothing of it now.

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Dream 1 - Alien Codec Call

Scene 1 - No Sight, No Problem!
I was in bed, feeling as if I badly needed to use the bathroom. I thought to get up, but found it difficult to move, making me very suspicious. Soon, I felt a familiar dizzying sensation, making me certain I was near a dream state.

Now, I knew I could just roll off the bed, thinking I'd do this by wall-phasing for the TOTM. But, I was sure the nearest wall I could easily maneuver to was a bit far, not to mention that I was blindfolded at the moment, so I tilted myself off the nearest ledge instead, doing so with ease.

By that point, I was slowly descending into a vast pit of nothingness. Wondered why I ended up here, until remembering I didn't really have an initial destination in mind. Oh well, at least it was a soothing fall, and the warmth in the area felt relaxing.

Got bored, so I imagined I'd hit ground soon, which occurred faster than intended. Still too dark to see, so I felt around, my expectations set on feeling some grass and fallen leaves suitable for a forested environment. Instead, I discerned a dusty, chalky stone floor. Further rummaging revealed nothing else.

Then, I overheard the voices of children passing by.

"Hey look," shouted one, "there's a man on the floor there!"

I sensed them gathering around, muttering to each other in curiosity.

"Stay away from there!", I heard a woman yelling nervously. "Keep moving..." They left soon enough. Oh well, nothing interesting.

Anyway, I thought again of the TOMTs, cycling through the possible options. Given my vision problems, I knew the phone call one would be the best bet, and began thinking how I'd go on about that, probably feeling around for a phone or something.

And then, surprisingly enough, I heard something ringing. "That's weird", I thought, "where's that even coming from?" Something about this tone sounded familiar. Upon hearing it further, I identified it as the sound cue for Codec calls in Metal Gear Solid. "Nice, how convenient." By instinct, I tapped my right ear, immediately hearing a voice muffled by static.

"Hello?", I asked.

"Wwzzyyxaeu..." Thought it was more static.

I continue. "Is this another planet?"

"...wwwzzzuuy ayeaz awwz zaaxuuuiiieee...?" This droning went on for a while. As I heard more, I could indeed identify someone trying to communicate, someone with a high pitched tone. But, I learned this voice wasn't hindered at all. It's just how it spoke. Like a robot, one that spoke only in "z's" and vowels. In fact, aside from inciting its gibberish much faster, this thing sounded just as WALL-E. It's buzzing tones hinted curiosity. In time, the noise became louder, as if shouting angrily. After a single whooshing beep, the call gets dropped. Either way, this was very amusing.

Got a little concerned on whether I got the TOTM done right or not, so I decided to call again. This time, I tried visualizing an interface to go along with it, one styled as a black and green display as found in the aforementioned game. What I got was far cruder in comparison, seeming like it was made by an amateur flash artist, but I went with it anyway.

A few rings later, the call went through. From the display, I could indeed see I was speaking with something not of this world. This appeared as a generic Grey, one which, for some reason, wore the Cat in the Hat's... hat. Heh, talk about cliche. Anyway, my own profile in the display was left completely blank.

I then tried talking to it once more. "Hello again."

"Wwwuuueee iizzzxxaazz zzzeeee!", it droned. It was obviously not happy. The thing dropped the call yet again. Oh well, good enough for me.

From there, I resumed in visualizing the environment, this time, through appropriately themed music. Not too sure what I thought of, but I do know it was a cheery video game song. In any case, the environment began warping before my very eyes.

Scene 2 - Chalk Dungeon
The visuals were highly blurred. I was laying in the floor of a long, narrow corridor carved of chalk-white stone. I still maintained lucidiy.

Got up and wandered for around for a while, passing through various small furniture placed within indents. Of particular interest was finding an occasional dais carved in the walls, from which stood a full suit of plate armor. As I crossed these, I had to make a double take, for, from the corner of my eye, it seemed as if they'd somehow moved.

Noticed the music was the same as last time, which clashed with what I saw. I cycled through various other songs, not certain which ones, until I settled with the more appropriate theme for Serigon Caves from Link: Faces of Evil. That's better.

After a bit more travelling, I end up in a small room of the same chalky material, a suit of armor tucked to the left rear corner. I step in to look around, when suddenly, the music changes to some RPG battle theme. Glancing back, I could indeed see the nearby armor was alive after all, slowly pacing after me. I reactively pose myself in a boxing stance.

Unfortunately, the dream collapses immediately afterwards.

Scene 3 - Ah, Crap!
I woke up in bed, where, embarrassingly enough, I found that I soiled my drawers. Wasn't much, but still...

I walk stiffly to the nearest bathroom. To my dismay, I find my dad, and my brother, Xavier, were there working to fix something in the bathtub, with dad laying on the tub while Xavier hands him various tools. The two start arguing in Spanish, speaking on the differences in grammar found in the French and Spanish language, and difficulties found in translating between these. I recall Xavier claiming that Spanish was "too methodical", which seemed to insult dad a bit.

Anyway, I stood around impatient for them to finish, not even thinking to use the other bathroom not too far away.

I then awaken, both relieved (on not actually crapping my pants) and somewhat disappointed (in not realizing what I'd experienced sooner) to find that was just a false awakening.

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Codec:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P82zy333H2c


Link: Faces of Evil - Serigon Caves