A violent dream where everyone is either being shot or is shooting someone else. Sort of like the bar scene in Inglorious bastards. Cannot remember anything else about the dream. At the end I have been shot in the head and I begin to. slowly? Die. Right before the dream resides completely I realize this was all a dream and relax. The dream ends. I keep my eyes closed and I don’t move. I fall back asleep and re-enter the massacre dream. I am in a room with two beds and in those beds are two dead bodies. They have been shot. I look at them and recognize the dream scene. I become lucid. I look back at the bodies; they are two middle-aged women. I tell them to get up. I tell them that they are part of dream and that anything is possible. They don’t have to be dead if they don’t want to be. I tell them to get up and out of bed a few more times. At his point the dream sort of fades slightly. It doesn’t end it just becomes very unclear. I don’t really remember what happens at this point. I do remember that I need to stabilize the dream so I start touching things. (I want to remember to attempt voice commands) I think I walk around at this point just exploring my surroundings. But then I think, I do that every time I have a lucid dream, I just walk around. I figured I had to do something this time. By now the dream was very stable. I think, What to do, what to do… Then I remember the task of the month! I look around and find a mirror on the wall to my left right beside my head. How convenient. I take a few steps back and run at the mirror. As I run I see my mom from the corner of my eye. She says something but I ignore her. Once I am just a few feet away from the mirror I leap head first into it. I am a little disappointed at the outcome. But it was interesting nonetheless. I was sent into another house like the one I was in. I came out of another mirror into a very fancy living room. It was well light by a huge chandelier in the middle of the room. The ceiling was very high in this room. On a couch was a man reading a newspaper. I can’t remember what I did next but I guess I walked around and ended up at the front door of the house. I gladly walk out of it. The house was a bore. I walk out and by now I notice how vivid and real it is. I have no fears now of it losing stability or me losing awareness. I am now on the street of a suburban neighborhood. again. It is beautiful. There are massive trees everywhere and the sunlight bathing them was spectacular. Somehow there is a white book in my hand. I look at its cover. The “words” are just random nonsense. Every time I look away and look back it changes. Then I try something. I think of of a phrase in my mind and look at the cover. What would show up on the cover would be very similar to what I was thinking of. A few times it was the same word for word. But none of the words were spelt right. Sadly, I cant remember what phrases I thought of. I even told myself in the dream to try to remember what I thought and what it turned out to be on the cover. Looks like I failed. I look around some more and decide it would be cool to skate. I try to summon a skateboard. I try to will one into existence by thought. I look down at my feet. Nothing. I try that a few times and all attempts failed. I then tell myself, Ok, when I snap my fingers a board will appear in front of me. That didn’t work either. I then look at the book and try turning it into a skateboard. I set it on the ground and see that the book has wheels attached to it. I get on it but it is too small to have any fun with. Then I try flying. At first I’m stuck at jumping really high. But after a while I get higher and higher. But I always fall back down. While trying to fly I hear a little boy laughing. I continue practicing. As I slowly move down the street I see the source of the sound. Sitting at the top of a little slide is a boy. He laughs, says my name, and then laughs again. Repeat. The kid freaked me out a bit. I ask him, Who are you? What are you? But my voice seems drowned by other louder voices. I take notice of other DCs walking in my direction. Once in front of me I ask this dude about my age if he can teach me how to fly. Dream fades. Dream ends.
My dad picks me up from Ahmed Elian’s house after a sleep over. We are in the Nady’s parking lot though instead of the front of his house. The sky is brown and everything around reflects the hue. While in the car my dad talks to me about lucid dreaming. He asks me if I have managed it. I tell him I haven’t yet. He asks me if the methods that I am using are “street”. I tell him there is no such thing. We then begin to drive home. He talks about some new railroad being built. He say it is blocking certain roads that lead into Sherouk. He says this is why Sherouk is so empty right now. No one can get in! Halfway home, he stops the car. He says he’ll give me fifteen pounds if I manage to find a car. I get out and I walk over piles of sand and rock strewn on the side of the road in search for a car. I quickly find an old worn out van. I imagine there being people in there with guns and them shooting me dead. This is exactly what happens. I am dead. I continue the dream as my dad. As my dad, I am trying to kill the men who shot my son.I walk over to the van. I hide on one side with the killers on the other. I throw cardboard at them (because cardboard is very deadly). I think about how I am going to kill them. I decide I am going to catch the van on fire and make the gas tank explode. I manage to start a fire. I throw burning objects under the van. Then the scene changes to one of an arena. I am at the top of this arena looking into it. The men who killed my son were at the bottom of this arena. I throw stuff at the killers below.
I am playing the guitar. I play progressive metalcore/djent sounding stuff. At one point 3 strings go missing. I still continue to rock.
I am in the car with my dad, Youssif, and possibly Ahmed Maged. We are driving through a very colorful and crowded market. We stop and I get out of the car with Youssif and Ahmed. We enter a shop. In the shop is a large array of katanas and vases. I don’t like the katanas in the shop. They look really cheap. They don’t look intimidating and badass like I would expect a katana to be. I have around 200 pounds to spend. I am dying to buy something with my money. So instead of a katana I look for something else. My attention is drawn to the vases. I pick up an alabaster bowl and look at it.
Wednesday 06 June 2012 I have gone to the Nady with Ahmed Elian, Donia, and my sister. I had called Ram and Karim earlier and told them to meet us there. Blah blah blah… a bunch of stuff happens cant remember anything ☹ I skate a little I remember skating with someone. At some point there are gummy worms all over my board. The grip tape is filthy with them. I think that at some point I eat the gummy worms. If that didn’t happen then I was eating gummy worms at the time. At this point we have forgotten that were supposed to meet Ram and Karim near the rink. We leave the area and go far into the Nady. Blah blah blah… a bunch of stuff happens cant remember anything ☹ I return to the rink without the others and see Ram in a chair sitting there alone smiling. I apologize for not meeting him when he first arrived. I tell him everyone is here and is on their way behind me. It is raining really hard all of a sudden…. Blah blah blah… a bunch of stuff happens cant remember anything ☹ Now I am outside the Nady sitting on a bench next to Donia. While in the act of taking a seat on the bench, Donia and I touch each other as much as possible in the process. We are waiting to be picked up and taken home. We wait for a while. Donia eventually rests her head on my lap. I am surprised but very pleased. A few minutes later she brings her head up. I cuddle with her…..
Saturday 26 May 2012 I am walk down or up (idk) a staircase at school. Walking past me is Mostafa Galal. I wonder whether or not I should say hi or something. I then decide to ask him how Post-rock sounds like. (This is referring to a waking life facebook status and comment) He says it sounds just like indie and everything like that.
My dad makes a strange type of pasta. It is infused with caviar and fish. He tells me to try it. I say okay and get my chopsticks.
I am at Ahmed Elian’s house. I have slept over at his house. I wake up and ask him if he had a Lucid dream. On his iMac, he says “no”.
Monday 04 June 2012 This dream was sick! It was sooooo long! But unfortunately I remember , very little from this dream epic. ☹ I will document it to the best of my ability: I am standing somewhere that is a frosty blue. The ground is that of a barren desert with a possible thin layer of snow. There are a few leafless trees scattered about. I am standing on a white path slightly raised from the rest of the surrounding ground. Along the sides of the path are little mounds of what look like dead bodies. I have a long sword in my hand. Then from behind me comes a samurai. He runs along the path touching his sword to the mounds. As he does this I notice there is someone else I haven’t seen on the path. He is a small boy wearing blue shorts and an orange shirt. I look back to the mounds the samurai touched with his sword. From all the mounds he touched rose robotic skeletal warrior men. Once that happened I had this knowledge: There was a war. The samurai I had seen was on my side. By touching the mounds he had summoned dead warriors to fight a battle. He summoned warriors from all the mounds except one, which lay at the end of the path. I had to get the mound and summon the last warrior before the kid in the orange shirt did. That warrior was the most powerful of all and would be the difference between winning and losing the war. Now I look at the kid in the orange shirt. He looks back. Immediately, we run for the last mound. At this point the mound is no longer a mound, but an already standing warrior frozen in place. We had to stab the warrior to unfreeze him. (stabbing the warrior to unfreeze him doesn’t make much sense, but hey, I got to use my sword) Who unfroze him would decide who’s side the warrior would fight on. We both run as fast as we can to the last warrior in desperation. I get the feeling I might not make it in time. I take my sword and throw it at the warrior. I guess the same realization cam over the other kid because he did the same. We both miss. Not wasting a second we run to are swords and make another attempt. Once again we both miss. I realize I wont ever be able to hit the warrior by throwing my sword at him. I grab my sword and run to the warrior. Once again, the orange kid does the same thing. But I am faster. I take my sword and drive it in to the warrior. Unfrozen, the warrior runs back down the path a leaves the frosty blue wasteland through a bright doorway. The orange kid looks at me with bitter hate. He wants me dead. I run. I look back and see that he is chasing me. But he doesn’t run. In fact he is walking very slowly. His face literally looks like this: X( I run through the door way at the end of the path way. I am now at in my compound at Ras Sudr. I am still running from the orange kid. Now I remember next to nothing. Which sucks. But here it is in the form of random fragments: I walk past many houses. I know he is way behind and if I’m lucky I should be able to evade him. If my memory serves me right, then he no longer has a sword but a gun instead………………………….I am at my villa…………………..I see my dog. He is barking at a cat outside the yard. He somehow gets through the fence by passing between the metal rods with a mere 6 inches between them. I find this impressive and clap…………….. The cat and my dog in and out of our yard and outside………. My dad and I look for more cats behind stuff……………I catch a little kitten………..I am holding her, the kitten is in a little plastic bag up to her arms. I hold her in her plastic cocoon………………..I am inside…My sister and Donia see me with the kitten………They have an AW SO CUTE attack. I leave…….I return to take wittle kitty from sister………….I figure it is no use running from the orange kid. I should kill him and get him out of the way forever. I begin to plot his death. Oh yeah and I let the kitten go outside and she runs to her mother who is a Chihuahua with a wacky haircut...
I walk into my bathroom to shoot a super intelligent evil brain that lives there. I open the door a fire a few shots then leave. As I walk away, I hear loaud explosions coming from the bathroom. I know somehow that the brain is not dead. Instead it transformed into a young Indian girl. I turn around and meet the girl. I say to the former brain, "so know you're a little Indian girl. A lot more happened, but this is all I can remember.
Monday 04 June 2012 I am in my grandparents’ house in Kentucky. I walk around exploring the place. I walk into the guest bedroom. I get on my knees and open a cabinet. I find some jackets in there. I pull one out. It is black and seems uncomfortable. I hear coins in it’s pockets. I reach in and pull out a handful of coins. They are Chinese yen. Cool, I think. I keep the coins. Shame this is all I can remember. This was one of those dream epics.
Chased/attacked by humanoid alien creature beast things. They kill people in insanely violent ways. We (whoever that is) decide to fight back. We try but realize it is no hope. We conclude that we are going to die. I now think, I can’t die, I don’t wanna die. But I see there is no way out. Then I realize I am dreaming and I impulsively wake myself up. Which is foolish of course. I wasted an opportunity to enjoy a wonderful lucid dream.
I am trying to shoot someone for a reason. It is crucial that this man is killed. I have a massive sniper. I am in a building and looking out the window. I look through the scope and aim my shot. I pull the trigger and the gun doesn’t fire. I try numerous times but the gun still wont shoot. This is a problem I think. At some point I remove the clip and notice that there is no ammo loaded. There are two bullets further down the clip. But they are not in position to be fired. THERE WAS A LOT MORE TO THIS DREAM BUT THIS IS ALL I REMEMBER<<<
After the others left to fight the bads, I really had to pee. I am about to pee in our incompletely built house until I hear footsteps I think it is my dad who has came back. I turns out it was loauy. I tell him hey after greeting a man who was doing work and walking by. I tell him I didn’t know he was here. He had been sleeping for a long time. Now I walk up the stairs to him. I notice on the wall behind him a huge scorpion thing. I walk back down the stairs to put distance between the thing and me. On my way I notice weird bugs on the wall. Loauy is observing the scorpion. We now walk away from the house and walk into the desert. There we find two more scorpions. These look more like crabs though. Loauy catches them with his hands and I am amazed. He now puts them near each other so they fight. Instead the both run at me. Now they look like foxes. Once near they leap at me. In midair myself I kick one expecting it to latch on to my leg, but I successfully deflected the attack.
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