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BiscuitHappyz's Dream

Just fragments tonight, but I'll post them anyway. Sorry I'm so late posting, I'm aware that the first 28th attempt is already posted. >_>

1st fragment: I was playing a broken Minecraft adventure map, and after reading many complaints on the forums about how the map was poorly drawn and upside down and all that, I played it anyway. I glanced at a yellowed, ink-drawn map with some villages and towns marked as circles at several times throughout the dream. The dream fragment ends when I am sneaking around a dock and examining a boring ship, preparing for a voyage, from around a building.

2nd fragment: I was at an airport parking lot at dawn. I had been in this exact setting before, on vacation. I walked up to the typical reflection of a bored, unenthusiastic, minimum wage, college-aged teenager at a ticket booth. He wore a Lowe's Uniform. I was about to pay a ticket, but then I was shocked into lucidity. It was so ungraceful I almost tipped over.
Sadly, my first thought was how lightly I was sleeping. I could start to feel the pillow under my shoulders. Focus... focus...
My eyes, in waking life, opened. After several attempts to DEILD, I decided I was too awake to fall asleep again.

I was travelling. I was on what looked like a cruise boat with Rob and Sarah. We're heading somewhere. Manila?

Then I was with Lizette, at night, in the airport. A driver. We tried to catch up to the train.

Afternoon at home, with a wonderful garden, and then a couple of pools. One is wide and deep, with various sea creatures and plants. The other is a small one, with a few creatures and plants.

Morning. Woke up in the limo with Lizette, in an unfamiliar place. Lizette then said we have to hurry because she has to buy the ingredients to cook our meal in the Bacolod marketplace. I then thought that there's a marketplace called Bacolod in Iloilo. We got down and took a ride on a trisikad (pedicab). It was too heavy because there are too many people. The others went down, so we can ride. Bhebs was there.

We arrived. I tried to pay, and found only one P20 bill. Then it multiplies each time. I took one and gave it to the driver.

We arrived in the home and the colors and the sheer unfamiliarity of the place made me lucid.

LUCID:

I realized I was in a dream. Told the two women there I was dreaming, and they were simply indifferent. I looked around. It was bright yellow; not the usual dull yellow I experience in non-lucid dreams. I observed, and rubbed my hands together to stay lucid longer. I saw a small mirror, and found blue, gooey stuff between my eyes. I took them out. Then my eyebrows are sharp and connected. I saw my right nipple, on the bigger mirror of my room inside our home, and it was wide, with what looked like outgrowth of the same color. I looked down at it.

I tried flying, by jumping up, but I only ended up a few feet up in the air, and through the 2nd floor. I saw the 2nd floor. I went down. I also tried opening the eyes of a sleeping woman.

I went out of the house, saying it's too stuffy. I rubbed my hands as I went out to make sure that I stay lucid. I keep telling myself to focus. There were three words in my mind about focus, but I forgot what they were. They keep interchanging, like how things are when I start to fall asleep.

Afternoon. I ended up in what looked like the Eras Station, but it was wider, and looked more like a plaza. I jumped, but still stuck a few feet up in the air. Then I sensed my feet as if it's still flat on the floor. I thought that it might be because my real body is stepping on something. Then I raised my right hand in a Superman position, and curved my feet, and then I flew.

Night. I flew up the tin roofs of squatters, almost hitting the roof. Still need to take more control. There were other people flying, and they were talking to me.

Lost lucidity.

I landed in a squatter area. there are tin roofs that were turned into walls/gates. One was opened, and there are people playing computer games.

I was at home. I was in the other room. I accidentally disconnected the internet connection. Sister was in my room, using the computer, and asked when the internet will return. I told her in a minute. I reconnected it. There are people outside the window.

NOTES:

- I slept from around 2 or 3 pm to around 9:30 pm. I was extremely well rested.
- I slept around 12 or 1 am.
- I completed all sets and subsets of the Tattwas right before sleeping.
- I woke up once in a while.
- I decided I will LD.
- I had almost no RC the whole day, except just remembering it before sleep to LD.

Dream - Lucid

I was in an airport I think. I saw Chris walking by, and we met eyes. We both couldn't stop staring at one another. I didn't think he was going to want to talk to me or see me, but he came up to me and hugged me. I hugged him back. I felt the old, familiar feeling of my arms wrapping around him, but not all the way because he's big. I was so, so happy to be in that moment! It was a beautiful feeling.

More things happened, I walked somewhere with him and talked to some other people, but I can't remember any more details. The main thing I recall is the feeling of hugging him and the happiness it brought me.

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I was sitting on the couch in my living room at my house in my hometown. I looked to my left towards the entrance to the room, and saw my friend Jase and some of his friends standing there. More of them started to come into the room. Jase was apparently having some sort of get together with his friends at my house. I felt a little irked, because he never asked me if it was ok for him to do that.

Then, I was sitting on the other side of the couch. Jase and his buddies were all in the living room. I remember Jase sitting on one of the chairs with someone else. Jase saw me and said
"Krista!" He then gave me a big hug.
On the other side of the couch sat my mom. I leaned over to her, pointed to Jase and whispered
"See that guy? He's my communist friend. He didn't ask if it was ok for him to do this."
My mom then started to talk to Jase and ask him questions. The one that I remember was
"Do you still keep up with your journal?" (journal=blog in this context). She said something about reading his journal.

Then, I saw something on the TV. It was some sort of indie political movie.
"Typical," I thought to myself.

Then, I looked at the coffee table, and there was a Scrabble board on it. It was totally full of letters; there were no empty spaces. I started to mess with the letters, taking some of them off the board, and then figured I should ask Jase if his friends and he were done with the game. I asked, and he said yes. As I asked, I noticed that I kept sniffling and my throat was sore. It was like I was coming down with a bad cold.

I then started to play with the letters on the coffee table. I was, for some reason, trying to spell the word "FULL". I couldn't find two L's. I thought I had at first, but realized I had two U's instead. I thought about using a blank tile in place of an L, but then thought that was silly, since I had all the letters right in front of me. I finally spelled it. The tiles looked something like this:

[F]
[ ] [ ] [U] [ ] [ ]
[L]
[L]

I then was in or playing some sort of video game where it was like I was in space trying to jump onto a swinging platform, and I kept falling because my timing was wrong. When I finally made it, I had to talk to some woman and show her a key. I showed it to her, and it looked like this ceramic knife my mom bought in waking life. She took the sheath off of the knife, which looked like a ceramic key now, and said that it was the wrong thing. She gave it back and I re-sheathed it.

Hello Everyone! Welcome to my second entry of my Dream Journal. I actually had a really vivid dream last night, and I think I'm really starting to improve on my recall so I hope you enjoy today's entry. This is probably my most vivid dream this month and me feeling a bit sick last night is probably why. (I find if you're sick, the vividness of your dreams increase). However, I was actually able to recall a lot of it today because my recent journaling and the fact that my mind is getting used to recalling dreams.

Anyways, I've made a list of some goals that I want to accomplish:

[ ] - Have a dream, in a dream, in a dream.
[ ] - Have a lucid dream.
[ ] - Create Buildings, have inspiration for my architectural works.
[ ] - Sit in a Paris café and make fruit explode everywhere. (+1 if you know the reference).
[ ] - Fly in an LD.
[ ] - Eat a sandwich on Mt. Everest.
[ ] - Start a Dream Riot.
[ ] - Have an LD watermelon.
[ ] - Chill on the moon.
[ ] - Get into a car chase in the middle of Amsterdam while driving a mini from "The Italian Job".
[ ] - Attempt to share a dream (no politics, just want to see what happens).
[ ] - Make dream time last longer. (Apparently possible )

Anyways, if anything gets accomplished I'll check it off here. I'll let you know in future posts if I've added anything.

- Cheers!

July 28 - 29, 2011 - Airports and Beaches

Vividness: 7 / 10
Lucid?: No
# of Dreams: 2

Guide:

[-] Lucid
[-] Non - Lucid
[-] DC talk
[-] Notes

Dream 1
I am at an airport. Its completely empty and deserted. I walk around hardly noticing the fact that there isn't any people. I keep walking and I soon find myself in the terminal area. I look around and see a woman working behind the counter of a café. She looks at me and smilies,
"Can I get you anything?" I look at her and tell her I just want a glass of water. She quickly hands me a glass of water and I keep walking around the airport with a glass of water in my hands.

Yeah, so I basically stole that glass and never gave it back. I'm such a jerk in my dreams.

I keep walking and I see a place to sit. The roof is covered in glass to let sunlight in, unfortunately it was a cloudy day so it was quite dark. I sit down in an orange beach chair and fall asleep inside my dream.

Probably inspired from Schipol Airport in Amsterdam, where they have reclining beach chairs to sit down in, right in the middle of the airport. It looked very similar to this area in the airport.

Dream 2:
I then start to have a second dream, It's on the coast of an island. The borders which surround the beach and transition the beach area to the urban area seem familiar. They are stone archways with stone walls indented inside of them. The beach however on a sunny day would possibly be quite warm, however, today the beach was somewhat cold and windy. There were not many people here either and the people who are, are just taking a stroll on the beach. As I keep walking by the oceanside, with the water crashing under my feet, the terrain quickly changes into a rocky area. The terrain now is rocky and just below these very tall cliffs. I remember seeing seagulls perched on top of the rocks. When the waves crashed, the seagulls would move until the water was gone and land back on the rocks. They repeated this process over and over again. I kept walking along the rocks.

I was then woken up by my alarm clock.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an airport with my mom and a man, probably my mom's old boyfriend, JT. The airport was large, with huge, tall corridors, and it seemed pretty empty. We were trying to get my mom to one flight and me to another flight. J and possibly my mom (or I?) were dragging along one of those pull-type suitcases on wheels.

We went through one corridor with a tall, wide window wall. Off to the left, at the far end of that corridor, was a smaller hallway that was apparently an actual terminal. We then went through another large area that somehow reminded me of a mall, even though I can't remember any stores being there.

We then got to an area that looked like a back area somehow. It was huge, multi-leveled, with an escalator going down to a lower level, and it had polished, beige, marble walls. I felt like we had to be close to where my mom's flight was taking off. It seemed like a relief to me. I knew that once I had gotten my mom onto her flight, I could get onto mine.

But now my mom left me and J. She walked to the far end of the area and up to something that looked like a customer service or returns counter in a department store. She told us to wait a second, that she had to take care of something.

I knew that my mom was going to take forever doing what she was doing. So I just left her and J. I ran away from them, looking over my shoulder and waving as I told them that I wished I could wait for them, but that my flight was leaving.

I ran through the area with the glass wall and the smaller hallway. I had a feeling my specific gate was far away from here. I wasn't actually quite sure where it was. I looked at the clock on my phone. It gave some time around 4 PM. I thought that was fine. I didn't need to catch my flight until 4:30.

But then I thought it over. I was really far away from my gate, I didn't know where my gate was, and I was already within half an hour of my departure time. That's when you start getting cut out of your flight! I looked at my watch twice more. First it said 4:08, then it said 4:13. I realized that I was in trouble, even if I found my gate right now.

I took my phone down from my face. I was now actually running outside. The airport was like a mall, or more like an agglomeration of big-box stores. There were different airlines indicated outside of different buildings. Some airlines had their own buildings.

I was up on some kind of asphalt slope, looking down to the buildings. I ran around the corner of the airport and then for a certain distance more. I then looked at the building closest to me. It had signs for a number of different airlines. But I was looking for Continental.

I knew that if I had gotten to this building, I had gone way past the building with Continental in it. I even looked down at a ticket or card I held, which was red and said "Continental Airlines" on it in blue lettering.

I turned around and began running again. I was pretty sure that there was absolutely no chance that I could catch this flight. But I figured that I might as well keep trying. I looked up at the sky, which was a kind of gentle blue, tinged with a pale, golden yellow. I may have seen a bird or an airplane flying through the sky.

Aqua's Dream

I am at a cafe with my mom in the Denver International Airport. Everything is white. The tables, chairs, floors, walls. My aunt and cousin come walking in. "What are you guys doing here?" My mom asked. My aunt said something about how they couldn't wait to see us so they flew here. My mom orders a coffee and the waitress comes and brings it to her. The waitress had pale white skin and was wearing a white dress. The coffee cup was white and guess what color the coffee was? White. My aunt orders a salad that is also completely white. I look around and do the nose plug RC. It fails and the dream ends.

I was so angry when I woke up. xD

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 10-11, 2011.]

I'm in Sunday school, and we're playing a game-show-style game in which I am the lovely assistant. The contestant on the game show is creating a piece of ceramic art using a pottery wheel.

I'm in a large van that has stone benches instead of regular seats. The van is filled with good friends of mine, and we're watching something good on TV. The van morphs into an airplane, and I disembark.

The interior of the airport where I've landed is windowless, and the walls, floor, and ceiling are all a flat, industrial, dark gray color. The building has multiple, unequal, uneven levels with stairs leading from one to another. There is one very tangled staircase that takes you up, down, around, and across, turning several corners and going in several different directions, as you go from the bottom of it to the top. [It doesn't loop, though; it has a beginning and an end that are on different levels of floor, but it also has a ridiculous number of convolutions in between that make no sense.] I walk this entire staircase, from beginning to end.

I'm walking around trying to find baggage claim, but I can't; I get lost. I'm carrying three plastic tokens, which I'm supposed to use to claim my bags. I pass a large bag inspection checkpoint, and another checkpoint specifically for people who are traveling with marijuana plants. There are lines of people waiting at both checkpoints. Each person in the line for the latter checkpoint is carrying either a marijuana plant, or some cuttings from one. They're not forbidden on flights, they just have to be inspected first. I also pass behind the back side of the security checkpoint.

I try to climb into an area full of junk. I meet a small boy who decides to follow me into the area.

[Separate dream.] P. and I [I think] are fighting over the scheduling of our showers and hair-drying. I apologize for the fact that I have to wash my hair every day because it's so hot. I try to rush through my shower.

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Side notes:
This night was my very first night in my new place of residence. When I woke up in my new room for the first time and recalled my first dream there, my reaction was, “Hmm. I got lost in a confusing place. That isn't very reassuring.”

5:30 AM



Previous Home
Found myself out on the curb talking to my old best friend, Danx, and a few other DCs. It was dark and mildly warm outside. It was something of a chance meeting so the conversation dove directly into the "so what'cha bin' up to?" mode. Come to find out, Danx had bin living right around a couple corners on the road where I used to live. Oddly enough, we spent some time debating on where exactly this house was. We talked about what road it was on, where on the road was, how Long ago it was that I had lived there, and what it looked like. I remember saying that I had lived there about six months ago, however in reality It has bin over a year. Not sure what name of the road was in the dream but I think it was the correct name. The other odd thing was the features of the house. In the dream world there was a dome and such that don't exist in the real world. When all was said and done, we both agreed that he was living in my old house.

Lucid at the Airport (used to work at this airport in the rectangular building)
It was a bright, warm summer day just off the end of the runway at the tiny local airport. The was a Large rectangular building further away across a mostly abandoned and gravel cluttered parking lot. On the opposite side of me separating me from the airport was a tall chain-link fence. A familiar set of hills stood just behind the airport with their green oaks, dry brush and golden leaf and grass build up.

I had just walked out of the rectangular building and toward the fence accompanied by my Grandma. She was looking remarkably well and was bright and wise as ever. I don't remember much of the conversation but I remember that I was talking about all of my cares and worries. My Grandma looked at me as she handed me some keys and said "Oh you'll do a good job." (Note: The keys were for a small plane just like my Uncle John might fly and somehow I knew how to fly one in my dream. )

I headed toward the end of the fence in order to get to the airport and my Grandma headed back toward the rectangular building. "She was always so awesome" I thought as the realization that my Grandma had recently passed away and thus I must be dreaming. I remained calm this time and quickly checked my blurry left hand. The dream was fading fast and I felt myself tipping back and rotating sideways. I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together but they felt far apart and so I compromised by rubbing my thighs. I woke up anyway. Second lucid experience.

so im in an airport minding my own business and i hear some commotion from somewhere. i look to see this kid (like 8 or 9) stealing the shoes (literally) off some helpless traveller. im shocked and i want to do something about it but the kid is getting away. hes already gotten outside but when he looks back into the airport through the glass walls i make eye contact with him and point to let him know this shit is unacceptable.

then (very much like last nights dream) shit hits the fan and i know this little gangster kid is going to beat the crap out of me. so...I RUN! another chase dream. so im running through this airport with this kid on my tail but my useless smoker lungs are holding me back and the kid catches up and he fucking stabbed me man! and it really hurt. up until now i had no idea how much real pain can be experienced in dreams.

at this point i black out and there some kind of game over screen. it looks like a close up of the metroid helmet (not sure if the image actually exists in the game, haven't actually played metroid) and i am re-spawned sitting on a bench in this strange stone maze. i can still feel the pain from the stabbing and i lift up my shirt to see three nasty looking stab wounds. touch them and become more and more aware of the pain in my internal organs.

i awake and still feel like ive just been stabbed and have to check my chest again hahahah

I'm with D at the airport, and he goes to pick up this check from someone....things happen, and eventually he's gone. This guy comes up to me and asks me if he picked up some money from someone and already left. Before I get a chance to respond, he says "if he's already gone, I'm going to get his side of the story and come back and kill you". So I told him that he already left. Just then the guy pulled out a gun, and I ducked behind the crowd of people. He let off three shots, and two of them hit random bystandars. The third was pointed directly at himself. I rushed over, and saw that he had blood on his chest, but I didn't see any wound. Finally I looked up at his face, and there were brain chunks and skull fragments behind his head where he lay. I still didn't see the entry wound, but I knew he was dead.

13.05.2011

Escaping in a plane (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in an airport. It was day and most planes looked like from the Military.

There was a huge plane (like three four times bigger than the biggest passenger plane, Jumbo) Also, the plane was painted with camouflage. It was loaded with soldiers and the plane started moving with one hatchet open.

I started to run and jumped into the plane right before it took off. I was sure it was going to take me to some war zone, but I needed to get out of where I was.

The plane on the inside looked like a normal passenger plane, except for the pilot, who has driving the plane standing up and he was located where the food is supposed to be.

Touching Angelina

I am in an airport with Jack, Heather and Autumn. I see some famous chef in all white outside the big the glass walls of the entrance room we’re in. She’s with a guy in a gray tuxedo. I realize this is who Autumn came to meet. They are famous.

The chef woman has a pad of paper and I go take it from her and spit on a few of the first pages, hand it back to her, and run back in. When Autumn goes to meet them, they talk about how mean I am. The guy comes in and lectures me on being nice. He tells me how Autumn emailed him. He’s some political guy. I don’t really care about any of them and let them leave.

Heather points out an Arabic guy and gets really afraid he’s going to bomb the place, so we all book it to the car outside. Heather steps in dog shit and slides into the front seat. We all laugh about it. I’m in the back.

Everything kind of turns into a big giant ship. We are all part of a ship, and the ship is made of lego blocks. Heather and Jack are green and blue blocks and I am red blocks. I start taking my pieces away from the ship and they question why. I don’t really know why, I just want my own ship. So I take all my pieces, make my own ship with red and black blocks, and zoom away.

I fly to a clothing store. I am now inside. I start looking around for a full length mirror because I remember I haven’t shampooed my hair in a long time and I’m self conscious. I look through a big mittens section of the store and find a few different mirrors but they are all too close to my face. I find a little hat and wear it, thinking it will cover my hair.

I find a mirror and see that I have really long hair (not in waking life) and a center part. The hat looks not too bad on me. I start walking around and find a section of really nice textured dresses. I touch them all. I realize Angelina Jolie is one of the dresses, and she’s wearing it. I keep touching it anyway.



“You shouldn’t touch my family dress,” she says. She smiles and walks away. Wow, Angelina Jolie talking to me, what the fuck! I get really excited. I walk around some more.

There’s a little dark tunnel section of the store with a map of the whole place in it. A lot of people are just hanging out in here. I ask about Angelina Jolie being here. They tell me she’s starring in a movie here, with her girlfriend, a young girl my age. What! I get jealous. That could be me! I start walking around the store more.

Outside the little tunnel, the set is displayed. I see the girl. She’s half Emma Watson and half a girl I know from school. She’s being filmed. I sneak around the set and find myself in a new area of the store. There’s a big stage. I enter kind of next to the stage and am facing a giant crowd of sitting people. They are watching an opera show. It’s really dark. The whole store is kind of dark, like there are no lights on, but you can still see with the natural light.

I move on. I sneakily enter into a little passageway into a room. They are storing all the costumes for the movie here. I manage to take a stuffed animal that is the symbol and mascot of the movie. It’s reminiscent of Mickey Mouse the original but the head is just one giant black blob.

I take it to the passageway of people in the tunnel. They’re all surprised at how I got this. I told them I was practically invisible and just grabbed it. Pete Wentz, the bassist of Fall Out Boy, is here in the tunnel too. He takes the doll. The people tell me the girlfriend actor is also in a new band with him. I get jealous again! Why does she get all these cool opportunities? (Why was my dream mind judging her SO HARD??)

The girl is now in the tunnel too. She is talking about doing an interview with Pete on some TV show.



“Will it be just us or the whole band?” she asks Pete. Pete explains it will probably be just them because they are the “face” of the band.

“I always liked when the whole band showed up,” I told Pete. “I like when I get to see Joe.” I ruffled his hair and left. Outside on the set, Angelina had makeup on so she didn’t even look like herself. Some teenage boy kept telling me to look at how different she was. The girl came out and they filmed a part. We all went back into the tunnel.

Somehow I had a connection with Angelina even though we didn’t really speak that much (perhaps we did, and I don’t remember). She started to take off her makeup. I sat down and thought about how much I didn’t like the girlfriend. Now Angelina came over and started to take off her dress. She kind of straddled me while standing up and began to take her clothes off. I wanted to touch her legs, but could I do that? It was fucking Angelina Jolie and she was taken.

I noticed her legs were Heather’s legs: they had her scars on the thighs. I wake up.

Comment Dream Lucid
Amount of sleep: 10.5 hours
Supplement before sleep: Fanta exotic
Epic: 8.1/10
Real: 6.5/10


I was in a house that felt like being on top of a mountain. I was at a guy who had injured himself. the house was designed as a large aircraft. I knew none of those who was there.
The house was almost like our cabin only reversed, it was stairs going down instead of up, the rooms were almost the same place, and the kitchen and living room was where they should be.

Later I went skiing or something in a high mountain pass, it was a dive on one side and a large frozen lake on the other side. (Clear references to our cabin and the cabin area of these dreams) I was with a large group, I would see off the cliff next to a stick that was sticking up with a red banner on it. (Just as those who show the way in the desert in the game Ocarina of Time) I slid down, but no one helped me up, but I got myself up. there was a lady (with dark hair, but not the same woman as before) who said that I should slope down in the hill there. I said that I would break every bone in my body. she said what and I said then we would have to go to the hospital. On my way up I saw a red banner over the lake.(Maybe showing me another path here) The whole group was heading towards a cave, right by where I slid down. (It was more of the banners farther away, I drew a drawing.

I landed at an airport. It was like the airport was high in the sky also, the gates floated, and it looked like a space station. Then suddenly I was down under the platforms (the gates). It was a football field. I think it was a local team playing. The arena was bigger than any football court I have seen, but there were no people in the stands, for there were no spectators, only big fat walls. I sat down in a staircase. the walls were blue, and of plastic, as were the stairs, just like you'd expect in a swimming hall. but the color of the stairs was gray. there were white lines under the blue. Some of my buddies walked towards me, so then I ran up the stairs, and was on top again.

I was high in the sky all the time in these dreams. I dunno why. I also dreamt that I got my paycheck somewhere in those dreams. I wonder if the numbers are correct with what I actually get.

March 05, 2011
Lucid Dream 189: Baking in the Ninja Wagon
Series: Friends, Episode 4
around 9:30am
DILD

Category - Action/Drugs


I was standing in a long line at the airport and I noticed there was a confrontation going on up ahead. I was already at the back of the line, so I left to go check it out. There was a guy I knew, Richard. He was arguing with two other guys about something. I noticed one of the guys pulled a knife out of his back pocket, so I speared him to the ground and knocked the knife out of his hand. Security guards came over and immediately handcuffed the guy and then they demanded that I be searched. I knew I had weed on me, so I asked them why I was being searched. They told me that no one would have tackled a guy with a knife unless they were on some sort of drugs. I laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of a skinny dude with a switchblade. Hell, I would have tackled him if he had a gun." The security guards looked at each other as if they had discovered the lost city of Atlantis. One of them said, "Yep, he is definitely high a f***ing kite! Take the drug head into custody. We don't even need to search him!" I was cussing the entire time the guard was cuffing me. Once he was done, I looked down and saw that they had only wrapped large bread ties around my wrists. I held them up in front of me and pulled my wrists apart. The bread ties easily came apart. The guards flipped over the table in the room and dove behind it. One shouted through a walkie-talkie, "He just snapped the cuffs in half! He is a crazed freak of nature. Fire at will, fire at will...terrorist! Fire at will!" I stood there stunned and thought, "Am I on Punked? Is this a dream or something?" I instantly became lucid after saying this. I performed a nose pinch just to make sure.

I shouted at the guards in Arabic (not real Arabic, but I pretended like it was, lol). They started yelling, "Shoot him. Shoot the terrorist devil. He's a satanist!" I turned and proceeded to leave the small conference room. I was now out in the main area of the airport and there were people running around everywhere. Every single person was running in the exact same motion. It could have been the weirdest shit I had ever saw. I observed this for a moment, while I performed some stabilization techniques. I then exited the airport and a van pulled up beside me (the tires squealed as the van slid almost sideways and stopped right beside me). The van was black and had a huge red headband tied around the whole van. The sliding glass door slid open automatically and I saw ninja9578 was driving (the same ninja from here on dreamviews). He told me to get in, so I hopped in. There was a female in the passenger seat that resembled Ninja's avatar. She asked me how the dream was going and I told her that it basically had just started.

I was about to light a massive blunt for us when ninja stopped me. He then reached out his hand, so I handed him the blunt. He seemed excited and told me "Wait until you see this." He pushed a button on the dashboard and shelf with a built-in container popped out. He then dropped the blunt into the container, pushed another button, and blue flames started dancing inside the container. He pushed it back into the dashboard and smoke just started pouring out of all the vents. The air tasted like pineapple and there was so much smoke that every inhale was like I took a hit from a blunt. The chick asked some questions about dreams. Me, her and Ninja talked about dreams and dreamviews for a while. I can't remember what all it was about, but Walms name came up at some point in the conversation. Now Walms was in the van too.

I was beside the window on the left and Walms was beside the window on the right (there wasn't a middle seat). I was so high that my body started hovering above the seat. I then began floating around in the van like there was zero gravity. I looked out the front windshield and saw a large brown figure walk out into the road about 100 yards ahead of us. I thought, "Is that....a guy in a bear suite?" As we got closer I noticed it was Smokey the Bear. Ninja out a weird laugh and shouted, "Prevent this.....motha f***aaaaa!" He pushed a button and a huge flame shot out of the front of the van and caught Smokey on fire. Ninja gunned it and plowed into the flaming bear. There was a loud thud and I looked out the back window and saw Smokey flipping through the air with a trail of flames following him.

I now noticed there was a mounted machine gun on below the window that was molded into the van. I asked Ninja about it and he said every Ninja Wagon needs mounted machine guns. Walms had one on his side too. I grabbed hold of it and began shooting street signs, windows, etc. Suddenly we were in a desert and there were terrorist all around us. Me and Walms were shooting the terrorists who were throwing molotov cocktails at the van. Ninja turned on some rap music and started pushing buttons on the dashboard which shot fire and ninja stars out of different parts of the van. I awoke as we were about to enter a desert town.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I was supposed to try an ISO tone last night, but I went to bed too late and was too tired. I'll get to bed at a normal time tonight and try it with WILD.

The first dream was short and un-detailed. I was at home, waiting for my Mum to return with Hungry Jack's (or Burger King). I went out the front to find a bag half the size of me, filled with our meals. I took mine.

In the second dream, I'm at an airport with my older brother and mum at night. I remember walking around an empty town / city.

The third dream was weird. I was in a small room. It looked like a arts & crafts storage room. It had white walls, as do most rooms in my dreams. I saw a man leaning against the door. He was trying to get away from from a ghost. The ghost wasn't really a ghost; it was a figure made with the items in the room. The man pulled up a pair of scissors. I see, outside the room, a girl reaching through the door and grabbing them. I don't see what happens next, but I fear the man, with no weapon, was killed by the ghost.

The fourth dream was quite vivid. I had gotten a new keyboard (musical instrument, not computer keyboard). It was attached to a TV. Both the TV and keyboard were old and dusty. I remember the telly was brown and analogue. They were both mounted in the middle of a room. The telly was in the middle of, behind and above the keyboard. I walked up to it and filled with a switch. This dream was vivid, but also short.

In the final dream I only remember being in my bedroom, walking to my pencil case in the cupboard and finding some old chocolate. I pondered for a few moments before deciding to take it.