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11.11.2014

Akashic Records Juice (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to check out a car with a friend, I believe I was going to do a survey or something afterwards to rate the service. The guy was very friendly and I test drove the car. I told him I would come back.

Some friends from Europe were visiting and they wanted to check out an apartment to move around here, so we went with them. It was day but it got into night pretty soon. We were talking about Spiritual Stuff and then we got to check out the house.
The same guy was going to show us the house and he provided us with some brochures before we were ready.

Somehow we got into talking about the Akashic Records and how important was for him to access them very sparingly, as he claimed if you went into the records too often you would fry your brain. I told him that no way, as I did several Akashic Records readings a day to all my clients and I was okay. I also told him I drank two quarts a day of Akashic Records juice (what the heck??? LOL) He said that I was going to get into trouble on the long run and proceeded to show us the apartment.

17.04.2013

Subway Train with Ada and Gave up on Akashic Records (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a train within a subway, and I started to feel that this train was similar to the video game of Half-Life 2, except it was wider than usual, maybe 20-25 feet in width.

I know this is all a dream, and Ada is to the left of me, I decided to take my time to focus on my dream body a bit and absorb the contents of the dream visually. Something in my mind is making me feel very irritated, but I can't really pick out what exactly. I'm holding on to a metal pole within the train as the train slowly moves, making slight rumbles, and I can almost feel the acceleration surging inside of my feet.

I feel so weird, it's so hard to describe my overall mood. It was mostly combined with creating this dream through sheer will and focus that probably made me feel a bit exhausted. I had another intention to just go back to the Castle like scenario in my last dream with Ada, but decided to just stick with this dream environment for fun. The train stops, and I try to calm down a bit, and the right door of the train slides open.

Ada comes out of the train, and I follow her, and I ask her where we're going.

"To find your Akashic Records."

I felt kind of annoyed by this, but since I didn't have anything else to think about (definitely need to start planning this a bit more), I decided to just go with the flow, since I'm just focusing on getting her more vocal anyway. We have to go down about three steps, and the subway train ends up in an open-environment.

There's still a Half-Life 2 vibe in the dream, especially at the new train station we're at, except there were some sections that had red light that you would see in a Darkroom for photography. It felt a little suspicious, and I was beginning to speculate on whether or not this was just going to be an ego trip rather than the presumed "ethereal" experience of getting of the Records.


Ada starts to tell me,

"Just remember that this is all within the confines of your mind. This whole experience is just to make things easier for you to recall should you actually get to the contents of the Records."

I felt like she's just repeating all sorts of things that I read about the Records, but I still paid attention to her.

"Whatever you get out of it depends on the situation you're in now, and based from that, there's patterns and predictions made from behavioral habits and other factors."

I was going to ask her if that makes life deterministic, but I already knew the answer to that, and kept the naive question to myself. We're finally at the base of the train station, and there's black wired fences in cubed sections protection small random areas here.

To the left of us, there's a pod about 20-30 feet or so, and the red light is very strong glowing and having its light reflected in a blurry effect. The wired fence door is opened in order to step into the area where the pod is in.

Ada takes the first step again and I follow her, and we slowly reached to the pod and it opens. I let her go in first, and then I go in as well. The interior of this pod consisted of several hues of light and sky blue, it was easy on my dream eyes compared to the red light from the exterior.

I tried not to go too much on analyzing why the red light was there in the first place, and now the perspective shifts to where I'm a spectator now looking down on my dream body. I noticed that I'm wearing a white dress shirt with a khaki dress suit and pants along with light brown lace-less shows. I have my collar slightly out of order and have a few buttons unbuttoned as well.

I felt a bit more calm now being inside of this elevator, and Ada is wearing the default costume from Resident Evil 6 as well, at least for a while. I never really focused too much on what she's wearing, it felt like she was wearing a dress and was in her other form rather than the video game form. So I'm going to assume that she alternates between having short hair and long hair.

The elevator feels futuristic, but that could be due to the fact that there's still a Half-Life 2 vibe from this whole dream. The elevator was very rounded and cylindrical, and some parts of the Plexiglas were really transparent and had this weird but unique blend of other Plexiglases layering on top of each other.

The elevator goes down, and Ada is smiling for some reason, she's really happy, and I have a neutral expression on my face as I continued to look at both of us in spectator mode. The dream transitions to where we're not in this short but vividly detailed environment with video game layered grass (the type that's usually flat but with some detail). The picture below is kind of how it looked like, except the environment was brighter than that.

I slowly stepped into this environment with Ada, and this reminded me of the last time I had a dream related to what seemed like me on my way to my Akashic Records or something with Eva last year. Before I came to full realization of this, music started playing in the background that was similar to the Lake Hylia from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess.





At first, it was very hard to identify the name of the music despite it's really relaxing tune. At first I thought it was music from a Sonic game, then I eliminate that absurd thought out of my mind, and I started to contemplate on a few more games that might match this kind of music. Eventually, I gave up and decided to slightly lower down the music at will since I didn't want it to distract me too much.


Ada asks me, "Do you remember this area? Remember the barrier that was here?"

"Yeah..."


It felt kind of awkward on how this was a similar waterfall cave (without the waterfall) from the dream I had a long time ago. It's almost as if she read my mind (well, that's no surprise since this is really all within the confines of my mind anyway) and she responds,

"The environment is exactly the same because it's the only thing we can go by based on your previous experience." I started to map out where to go next without making another step, and after maybe 5-10 seconds, I came back to focus on the green environment. I think we went through the invisible barrier, or maybe there wasn't a barrier there at all.

We go inside the empty waterfall cave and get into the darker regions that would lead to a set of stair steps leading to a very dull and blurry hue of light emitting diagonally down towards us. We're finally at the library, the same library like before, and there's papers scattered all about on the tables. So the environment went from a train station, to an elevator, to a waterfall cave and the outside regions of vivid grass, moss, etc., to a library that had hues of brown and maybe a mix of orange-brown here and there as well.

There wasn't anyone there compared to the guards like last time, and I felt that there was definitely a huge difference in experience than before. It reminded me of how Ada told me in the last dream yesterday that I kept thinking my mind was a trickster, which would make most of my dreams "guarded," and anything related to me having to rise up to a challenge or test.

It feels very empty in here, and I started to become more interested in Ada's existence in this dream because I had a hunch that this floor would be most basic and generic of all types of information within my mind that's scattered about and not taken too seriously. Maybe things that I didn't pick up on as much and left them all behind, and this is just assuming that if I were to go to higher floors, the more complex and detailed I would be able to define how I think and potentially how my reaction to certain events would lead to other events.

But instead of absorbing the emptiness of this room, I started to become even more irritated at myself for being indecisive with what to do next. This whole thing felt like a huge ambition for me, even though it shouldn't since it's supposed to be something that's easily accessed if you're in the right "frequency" or what have you.

The table in front of us is long and is brown, and is placed vertically from our perspective. It seems Ada probably knew this place more than I did, she felt so relaxed while I was so anxious for no apparent reason. I decided to sit at the width of the vertically placed brown table, and Ada sat on a chair close to the long side. She's now wearing a red dress, and her arms are very soft just from visualization alone.

She's looking at a random point in space within the library, based on my peripheral vision to the right as I was becoming anxious. I rubbed my head in hopes that I would have my focus together and hopefully come up with something to say. Then I started to question on why her existence in this form she's in, and it felt as if the question was useless since she was shape-shifting between two forms.

She looks at me for a while and continues to smile at me, and spreads her arms onto the table, stretching and then stating a default answer to me,

"Probably just an unconscious desire of yours."

I asked her more questions on how to get her more vocal during the hypnosis induced lucid dream, and I can't remember specifically what she stated. After we continue to accept that we're the only two people in this very....very...very...large library, I start to notice parts that I didn't acknowledge to well from the last dream I had months ago with the dream character that looked like Eva, except with orange hair and and a damaged body composition.

The windows in front of me that were about 30-40 feet away were huge, and I could barely see the environment outside since I was busy speculating on other things. However, I did noticed the same gargantuan violet base from the last dream with Eva. I wanted to see what was in there, but I remained in the seat, just speculating and absorbing the emptiness in the room even more.

Ada finally breaks the silence once more and asks in a casual manner,

"We can go check that out if you want to."

I started to shrivel up a bit, feeling as if the violet base was an area that I shouldn't open at all. After a while, I told Ada that I'll meet her again and simply gave up and wanted to take a break from the lucid dream.

I'll probably check out the violet base later on in the next hypnosis session, things are pretty straight-forward now, and I noticed that whenever I sleep again after the hypnosis, I wake up and can still have good visualization of random things, but most of those things are sexual, probably do to the effects with later periods of REM sleep stimulating the body more.

04.01.2013

Akashic Records Reading Real or Fake? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember that I'm inside of a hallway where things are quiet but peaceful. There's a very big book in front of me, and the exterior is a brown color while the pages are slightly yellow.

The room was a little dark, but there was a window right above me that was conveniently placed right behind the book so that I could easily read it. I couldn't remember the first pages of this book, and I probably wouldn't have been able to decipher them if I wanted to.

So as I'm going through more pages, I finally noticed something comprehensible. For some reason, that page came out to me, like it tore out on its own or something like that. It stated about me having a 53% of something, and by doing these actions, I would an augmentation leading towards that event being more probable and in my favor.

It was kind of hard to bear at first, and I don't really recall embracing the magnificence of the Akashic Records, probably because I felt I was in the lower levels of my own Records. The paper showed a graph somewhere on the right, and then there's a table that shows actions I can take that gives me a certain percentage if I accomplish them.

Then I had this mentality where it was Thursday of next week I believe, or maybe Thursday that already passed for this week. But to be practical, I'm going to presume the dream or astral scenario was for the week coming up after this dream journal entry.

So if I wanted to be in the clear for the event to be in my favor I had to get at least 10% to make it 63%.

With the options below on the table, it seemed I had a pretty good chance in making this happen. After realizing this, it gives me a sense of relief, but I'm still not sure if this was simulated or not.

Then the whole experience starts go into dream like qualities, and I see random people like Nick from Young and the Restless, so now as I'm typing this, the Akashic Records reading was either:

- Real, but I dozed off and got the experienced intertwined with a random dream

-Simulated along with the random dream

- Real, but how I conceptualize it was associated with how I analyze dreams.

Now the dream shifts where I'm planning out some of the activities on the paper that's torn out (this was obviously a simulation or something, because I don't recall your own pages actually being able to be ripped off or being able to be torn out.

It was mostly things related to college, and then it felt like it was Friday, and I didn't have any kind of awareness on any percentage increase. I felt my time here was limited, and that things would start crashing down for me.

Going into this self-induced pit of negative emotions, I start to phase out of my planning, if I had one, and I can't recall the rest of this experience.

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04.01.2013

Trying to Call My Father (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a house I'm currently residing for the New Years break, and I find myself trying to call my father. The phone starts blanking out pretty frequently, which irritates me.

My father picks up sometimes, but most of the time I can't even hear him at all. I didn't bother to check if the phone volume was on mute, but I didn't really want to do anything but to call him.

The house itself has the kitchen light turned on and the T.V. on the left is on as well I believe.

There's someone wearing an orange shirt and brown leggings or velour pants in the house that starts becoming annoying after a while and starts screaming, and I'm not sure if it's at me or my father.

But when she's screaming, I hear the response from my phone. I get confused, and I can't remember what happens after that.

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04.01.2013

Weird Creature & Dave Chappelle (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a creature consisting of orange and a slightly green tentacle. It's as small as a human fist, and it's moving around like crazy where I'm too scared to do anything.

Dave Chappelle randomly comes into this dream, and I'm trying to throw a ball at the creature, but Dave catches it with his butt cheeks. He starts going random mode on me, and I'm trying to look the other way before things go into the shitter for this dream.

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04.01.2013

Kaomea PMs me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Kaomea PMs stating that I could PM her every now and then.

Huh?

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04.01.2013

Alyzarin makes me Respond Quickly (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alyzarin wants me to respond to a thread with preset responses, and I do it quickly because she says it to me in a rush.

I thought I created the thread, which was something related to putting what describes you as a tag or something, but it seems Erii created it before me.

After reading my reply the second time, I felt this didn't really describe me. Then some random user below me with a Kid Goku picture for his avatar stated how he was going to describe himself, but I pretty much took part of what he was.

A lot of people liked this, and I feel confused on what I actually did to "steal" part of his identity in the first place. I felt guilty either way, and then as I'm scrolling up to see who liked it, I saw Kaomea and 6 other people liked it.

I was still speculating what I did wrong, and I felt guilty....lol...guilty over people who liked something that basically makes me look like the bad guy.


I turned to Alyzarin and told her that she shouldn't have made me do that, and she instant messages me with (paraphrasing here):

"I tend to do that a lot, get used to it."


Huh???????????????

This dream so random and incomprehensible to piece together.

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04.01.2013

Don't Bold, Italicize, or Underline! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's pretty much the whole dream; someone tells me not to bold, italicize, and underline.

It wasn't like that exactly, she made a blog post on how "Brandon" is violating the Terms of Service by doing these actions. Then she goes on to ramble on and on and on and on.

Then I looked at the comments that seemed automated and a bunch of one-liners. Then after speculation, I realized this whole blog post was a bunch of BULL, and this didn't make sense AT ALL.

Could've done a reality check, but nope.

[INDENT]

12.19.2012

Akashic Records and Deep State Meditation (Note)

Spoiler for Personal notes:

I'm getting better with meditation, but I still need to improve on staying up straight. I don't make it a priority, but I just want to make sure I'm positioned in a comfortable position.

I want to consider meditating while resting on the bed, but that's an challenge simple because the awareness and willpower has to be augmented.

This is why I prefer the Indian style pose, or half or quarter lotus pose while meditating.

I'm definitely positive why I want to understand the concept behind the Akashic Records, and use them as a progressive base for improvement, seeing probabilities that I can take to the best of my abilities, and seek nothing ambition in making sure these possibilities are things that will benefit me.

I also realized that I'm still attached to a few things before I can even meditate. I realized that I tried helping too many people who continue to take advantage of my help. It's about waking life, not on Dream Views.

People are so amazing, wanting help, but not understanding how to actually appreciate the methods in which they receive it. Took passive in their thoughts, one moment they're so happy of the advice you suggested to them, and the keyword being SUGGESTED, not forced.

There's no point giving "advice" if you shove it down people's throat. I admit that I did that a few times with a few people, but that's only because I cared about them, or at least thought I did.

The important thing here when learning about Akashic Records is that I need to eradicate what people think about it. I know it's not a literal place you go to, but rather a frequency you align yourself into. If people don't believe in that, by all means, don't believe in it.

It's all for a high level of awareness of what one can do in their life and the steps they can take to understanding the outcomes that are most likely to occur if they partake in a specific action.

It's your life if you don't want to experiment with something like this, I shouldn't be responsible for your fate, and I shouldn't be interested in your life or your fate. The only thing that I can be sure of is my own fate, and that this is merely an experience for growth of knowledge, love, and much more.

The more I constrain myself with people I thought I respected and saw as people to look up to, the less likely I'll meditate with confidence.

People are absolutely entitled to their own beliefs, and I should just accept that. Some people change, some people remain conservative and blinded and ignorant because they are afraid of trying something new.

People who don't take failure so seriously and make it something negative that should be avoided at all costs are, in my opinion, just too afraid for change.

Ultimately, it's the simple fact that we can't conceptualize or understand something as abstract as the Akashic Records, or anything that sounds absurd at first glance.

Sadly, the only thing that would make it enticing if it's apparent that the person they think is absurd for believing in such things actually makes huge benefits from it.

Money Money Money Money....god people are so bothered with it that it's sickening. I admit money is necessary to get the rudiments of life established, but when you go into this indulgence where money only matters, just what are you?

I just need to realize that people are going to say a lot of things are crazy, and the more I consider their thoughts without doing the ambition through my own eyes, or...behind my eyes and into my mind, the less likely I'll succeed.

I'm sick and tired of my generosity towards others that I'm making slow by gradual progress in dissociating that with tulapforging, another concept people love spewing horseshit about and making it bad.

If you don't take the time to understand why people believe a certain concept, don't assume so much that it makes you look silly and completely lazy to learn.

There are many things that are crazy, but it's only because the concept is not understood in a practical way where it can consistently benefit yourself or society as a whole.

12.19.2012

Itachi Uchiha and Youtube (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm posting a video on YouTube involving Itachi Uchiha coughing up blood as he's using the last ounce of his power to summon this Susanoo.

It's not the dark orange color like in the anime, it has more red into it, and it looks quite scary as Itachi has blood dripping from his mouth and his eyes completely blank.

04.22.2012

Green Globe (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't really care too much to this dream, except for the fact that this possibly was a precursor to the dream I had with Eva and the Akashic records dream...

I'm walking somewhere at my University, and I'm following a group of people, but the traffic and amount of people here started to irritate me, so I thought of trying to teleport somewhere....

The opposite of that occurs, and I find myself instantly flying up pretty quickly. I look down, and was a little scared at first, but instead of trying to think about falling down, I looked up, closed my eyes, and imagine myself propelling upwards.

Then a white light flashes before more, signaling that I teleported out of the dream environment.

I'm now floating, and I see a Green globe, and I rotate it with my mind, and I decided I should go to Houston, TX.

I feel a pulling sensation from this green globe, and feel like I'm being warped into the area I wanted to go to...

I can't remember much from that dream..

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04.22.2012

Swimming pool of Toy Balls? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a play area that's full of what seems to be toy balls, or something like that? It was kind of dark though, and it seems there's always water in this area as well.

There's this random lady who is fairly huge, and we're just floating around, minding our own business. Then the lady started to say, "Daddy?" out of the blue, so I presumed someone else was with us.

I think I see a man who is shirtless, and is wearing dark blue shorts underwater, and the daughter I think lands on him. I was kind of concerned that her weight might cause his to open his air path in his throat, and possibly drown him or something.

Then all of a sudden, when I go back up to the surface, the girl is floating as well, and she's wondering where her father was, and I think she's close to even crying.

I go underwater again, and I see this white string near a drain that's sucking up the water, so the dad probably was sucked in there.

I can't remember much after that, didn't really care too much about this dream in the first place....too random...and it was too dark for me to associate anything from it...

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04.22.2012

Is that a Dragon? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was trying to convince some people to look up at the sky, because I'm seeing a large creature flying, and it looks like a dragon in metal armor, it had that silver color to it with some slight hints of blue.

I think I saw a redheaded lady as well, not sure if it was Opheliablue, but I was trying to nudge at whoever it was to look up. Even when they did look up, all they did was shrug and have the "I don't know" expression on their face.

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04.22.2012

Eva and Akashic Records? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

First of all, I'm glad I finally met Eva for once, she was a little bit more degraded from something...and man, this dream was scary.

I honestly thought I wouldn't have met Eva AT ALL, but it seems the intention worked by watching a few videos about her and Snake.

(I watched some short videos on the Akashic Records, and I wonder if this dream itself was the path for me to get there, seeing as you normally need a guide to shift you to the right path.....and clearly, I was following Eva like she was a guide....and there were guards.....so there has to be something precious within this library......)

Watch this video first before reading the dream if you can, there are some things that the lady said like "Cairo, Egypt" and such that you'll find that my mind did some homologous association with it the people in white robes...you'll find out what I mean...I don't know why, but I was browsing through DV articles, and typed "are the akashic recrods real?" on a youtube search bar, and found this late at night before I slept.

Things start out where I'm at an area that seems to be a green underground cave. I believe I'm in the lighter side of this area, and I finally see Eva.

There's something odd about her, there's this type of loneliness within her, she looks degraded, used up, raped, or something...it was kind of sickening, but the fact that I still saw her, she obviously had the intention of actually interacting with me for once for a little longer.

Her hair, it isn't blonde like it was before when she gave me the grey letter with the letter "M" on it with in a non-lucid I had a long time ago.

It was light orange, but you see, it looked like it was like the color because someone probably fried her hair up a little, I'm not too sure.

She looked exactly like Eva, she was quiet, but it was definitely Eva. She wore a very bright green military jacket, and she had it open.

And I saw her breasts, she left them exposed with her opened jacket, and her nipples were pink, maybe a little darker than that. I think the point of her projection was to portray that she was used up by someone or something.

As for her pants, it was the same with her regular biker outfit, it's just that the jacket was green instead of the usual Khaki type of color all over, and I believe she had black boots as well.

Her jacket was way brighter than this, so imagine it being opened completely, and you can see her bare skin and breasts exposed to you, with the edges of the jacket hanging on the sides of her nipples.

She gets close to me, but there's this type of barrier separating both of us, so she starts pushing as much as she can. I take a step back to let her open it fully, and I get closer to her.

"Eva...."

She doesn't look too desperate for small talk right now, seeing as how the look on her visage was a little bit depressed and sad. There were marks on her hair, and some of it wasn't complete. She was bald in a few areas, but she still had her long hair.

I follow her, and we go up some stairs, we haven't talked at all, I merely pick up her non-verbal cues. There are two characters talking to each other, and I stay behind Eva, completely relying on her to guide me through what seems to be a library.....

We wait for the two guys to finish talking, and it seems to be that they are wearing white robes like they're from Egypt....

(Okay something is up...but you'll find out what I mean after)...

I wait for Eva's cue to move, and she finally does, so I quickly go along with her, and we hide behind some shelves until the two Egyptian robe wearing characters move further to the left. Then Eva goes to a bookshelf perpendicular towards the direction she's going.

Like, imagine being parallel to the back of a bookshelf, and one being perpendicular to you....so I quickly dash to the bookshelf, slowly moved my head up to see that there are two or so guards on the other side.

I crouch back down, waiting for Eva to cue something to me already.

For some reason, I decided to be a little bold, and I start making a little whistle sound to attract the guards. I believe I did that because I thought the guard was too far to hear the whistle, but they pick up the sound a few seconds later.

I crouch down quickly since I saw the guard turn around immediately. I started to get tensed up for a little, feeling this weird tingling sensation in my head....I definitely made the horrible mistake in making that whistle....

I have a gun in my hand, and I believe Eva didn't have a weapon at all, so I guess I had to be the support in case things get rough.

(Normally, when I ignore a DC and get distracted with something else, they usually disappear, but she was still there....it's not my obsession with finding her that kept her there, in fact, my concern over her was temporarily faded because we're in a serious situation with the guards and everything).

I have my gun ready, and it has a cyan laser sight, and once I realized this, I quickly moved the laser sight to the edge of the bookshelf we're parallel to, because the guard might find the laser dot....but I already knew my feelings of being tensed up and fearful meant the guards were already too suspicious.

I wait having my gun aimed at the predicted path of where the guard's head should be...I started to get more tensed up, feel the guard coming closer and closer....

Then I see the side of a face taking a slow peak, and I slowly aim my laser sighted gun to their heads, but they quickly so their whole body to me and try to aim at me, but since he saw that he's not going to win this one, he's shocked, and an Exclamation mark appears on his head....

Definitely a Metal Gear Solid element there with the exclamation mark....

(It was like this, but the mark was light blue)

Anyway, since the guard was moving, I decided I might as well show myself to the others, but I didn't, I just popped my head over to the top of the shelf to see that the same guard told the other one that we're here.

So I decided to shoot the guard trying to contact Headquarters through this big swamp green radio phone....I believe I managed to shoot him before he did...

The same man with the radio phone wore glasses, a long brown leather jacket, and it he looked a lot like Ocelot when he was extremely old in MGS4.

Once he's taken care of, at least, I'm presuming he's dead or knocked out from the gun shot, I try to aim to the other guard that alerted him.

Then this other guard comes out from NOWHERE, and has holds a pump-action shotgun with one hand. I thought he was going to come after me first, but he's aiming at Eva, and she's still crouching down....I realized that she was too injured to react

He came so quick, that I couldn't even shoot him because my gun didn't even fire any bullets. He shoots Eva, I get fucking pissed, and the gun magically works, I shoot the hell out of the guy.

But instead of going to Eva immediately, I had to make sure there weren't any more guards around us, so I move forward to scan the area, and things are okay.

I take a look at some kind of weird base in front of me, and I believe I'm looking outside the library, like the door was wide open. There was this area with grass, but the type of grass you see in video games, where everything on the floor is just mashed up together.

I see the door to go to another base....and it's overall color is violet with some hues of bright pink....then I realized...

"Eva!!!"

I completely forgot about her, and I turned around, but I couldn't do it quickly, everything was going slow, the dream is starting to fade, and this would've been the point where I would've been lucid, since I felt so much emotion in this dream.....

But the dream fades quickly..

I wake up, but I still have my eyes close, I'm still thinking in my mind saying

"Eva....


Evaaaaa....


Evaaaaaaaaa"

I thought I should do a DEILD, but I might've forgetten the dream if I did...

I find it funny that despite finally meeting Eva, who had a few alterations like having orange hair (redhead), green jacket, and some other qualities.......I didn't remember her saying one word to me. Not ONE little word at all...

All she did was just guide me somewhere...and I honestly believe it was for the Akashic records, but obviously, because I was being stupid and whistled at the guards, I obviously wasn't prepared for it....

I can't believe one careless mistake I made would cause so many chain of events.

A beautiful woman lies naked on an ornate bed sprawled amongst numerous tall stacks of ancient books. I stand shirtless a few feet from the bed and place a few choice books on my shelf. Instead of having sex with the woman I turn away and collect the rest of the books on the bed so that I can return them to the library. Once I arrive at the library I see that it resembles the Akashic Records, which I’ve visited before. The entrance to the Records is spectacular, framed by epic pillars.



I head inside and replace the books and knowledge that I have borrowed and assimilated. I browse the aisles for a bit and stumble upon a specific dream character jerk that causes trouble within the library, and starts shit with random visitors like a bully. I walk by him and ignore him, but he steps in my path and scowls at me.

He tells me to never get in his face. Wanting nothing more than to put him in his place I step up to him and jab my finger at him and “get in his face.” This angers the jerk and we proceed to battle, first hand to hand grappling before it escalates into an epic old school sword fight. We slice and duel amongst the many rows of books throughout the library until I finally defeat him.

As I stand to walk away triumphantly, I realize that I have also been mortally wounded from the battle. I stumble over to the dying jerk I defeated in battle and say “See you in another life, yeah?” I shuffle back to the naked woman in bed, lie next to her, and wake up.

I watched The Last Exorcism last night. It was boring, and the shaky cam made me nauseous.

I'm sitting in the hotel lobby, because it's really hard to sleep after a dream like this. Everyone else in my party is still in dreamland, of course.

I just have more fun there.

09/06/10

In which I'm confronted by a creepy little demon girl.



The case contains four Books from the Akashic Records. I pull off the lid reverently, and the three of us peer into the box.

I pull out a dusty, leatherbound edition, and turn it over in my hands. The cover is blank, but the unwritten words pop out at me in red script.

To read this text is to risk eternal damnation.

I open the Book without another thought. It falls open to a spot near the center, revealing an illustration of a beast with horns, wreathed in flame. So this is the comprehensive guide to demonology. I skim the Latin text, translating automatically. The demon has a name something like "K'nushekkal". I turn the name over in my mind, not willing to risk saying it out loud.

Actually, I think about it. Just to see what would happen.

I'm more interested in the other two books.

fade

I hear movement, and wake up in a dark room. I feel like it's my bedroom, but the place bears no resemblance to anywhere I've ever lived.

The blankets are bunched up at my feet, and I sit up, bringing my knees up to my chest. I'm looking at my hands, trying to count my fingers, but I can barely see. It's just light enough for everything to take on a dark blue hue. I peer at my fingers, touching each one with the other hand.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." I mutter. The number's not right, but I think I might be seeing things.

No. I can see the pinky digits twisting into each other. I'm dreaming.

I feel a puff of breath on my ear, almost a laugh. "You're a natural," says an otherworldly voice. I can hear the smile in it.

I turn my head slowly to the left, not moving another muscle. A little girl in a white nightdress, maybe twelve years old, is leaning against the side of my bed, grinning up at me. Her irises are such a dark brown that it looks like her eyes are all black. The whites of her eyes seem to glow.

And her nails are digging into the skin of my forearm, holding me in a vice-grip.

Before I can react, she's pulling me through a tear in the dream, straight through the back of a bookshelf. Dark grey mist howls around us, and I can feel her pulling me down. Screams linger at the limits of my hearing, and a tendril of fear slithers through me.

What the hell, I think, giving myself over to the sensation. I want to see where this goes. I close my eyes.

When I open them, I'm standing in the bedroom, across the room from the demon. Her hands are clenched into fists and she's scowling.

"Hm," I say, tilting my head to the side, "You're one of the demons from The Book. I recognize you." Not by sight, of course, but the pages left an imprint.

I cast a glance around the room behind her. Like I thought, the demon is standing next to The Books. That's irritating. I really want to read the other three.

The demon tenses, and I grin as I rush her, landing a hit that sends her sprawling to the side. I keep up my momentum, going to grab the box.

She hits me from the back. I spin around to face her, but she's running at me again. We land on the ground, each trying to pin the other down. I can feel her demonic form at this point, even if I can't see it.

I have her pinned by the arms when I realize that I won't be able to contain her. Calmly, I come to a conclusion. Without a physical weapon, I start to sever her limbs from her body. I pick up an arm and throw it away from the rest of her, cut off her head and kick it away from the rest of the body. I'll scatter the pieces around the house. In the time it takes the demon to pull herself together, I'll have read at least some of the other books.

I'm sawing apart a Barbie doll. Then I wake up.

Scare Factor: 5/10
Rating: 6/10

I'm not crazy.

Note: The rest of what happened in this night consists of dream fragments. There are several fragments here, and I am listing them all together.

*The Simpsons*
I was watching an episode of the Simpsons on television. Bart Simpson was sitting in his bedroom working on some kind of a computer. He was laughing as he typed things in. The scene shifted to the Simpsons living room. Suddenly I was sitting on the couch between Homer and Lisa. Marge was in the kitchen doing something, Maggie was on the floor sucking her pacifier, Santa's Little Helper was curled up and sleeping, I had Snowball II on my lap purring. I watched the news. Kent Brockman was giving the news.

"So rest assured, my fellow alcoholics," Brockman said, "The next shipment of beer is already on its way. In other news… uh… you really want me to read that?! Ok… not that this is news… everyone knows that… alright! I'm reading it! In other news, Homer Simpson's butt has been assigned its own zip code, and is now officially known as the largest ass in the world. Better watch out if that one farts! Hahaha… um… you don't seriously want me to do that, do you? But seriously… Alright! Yes, I want to keep my job!" Brockman climbed up on the news desk, turned his back to the camera, dropped his pants, bent over, started mooning the camera and bobbing his butt in rhythm to My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas… "My butt… my butt… is smaller than Homer's butt… My ass… my ass… would fit up Homer's ass…"

Homer was getting madder and madder. He finally turned off the television and went upstairs to Bart's room. Lisa and I were following, looking to see the train wreck about to happen up there. Homer barged into Bart's room and snatched the laptop device from Bart, telling him it is wrong to mess with the news and to stop making that poor reporter look like a fool… Homer took the device and went back downstairs. He set the device on the coffee table. He watched the news a bit more, it was the weather… and then went back to Kent Brockman. Homer kept looking sideways at the laptop. He finally picked it up and started typing on it and laughing like a kid.

"And today in sports," Brockman was saying, "… uh… come on, people, seriously? Alright, alright… Highlights in sports today include a new contest that is all the rage here in Springfield. The person to drop the most scorpions down Ned Flanders' pants will receive a special trophy commemorating the length of time it takes before Flanders is able to sit without pain."

"Hey, Homer!" Bart said, having just come downstairs, "How come you get to play with it and I don't?!" Insert canned laughter here…

*Nexus of Worlds*
I was in a hallway. I was walking down the hallway, and I could see there were doors on both sides of the hall. All of the doors looked the same, and the hall appeared to go both ways from where I was without any sign of ending. It looked like a typical office hallway. But there was no end in sight. I walked down the halls for a ways and looked at one of the doors. I wondered where all of them went. I opened a door and found myself staring out into the vastness of space. Stars, a distant galaxy, a comet flew by… and amazingly there was no pressure change, I didn't get pulled out into the vacuum… I closed the door and went to the next one. It opened into a human rainforest. There was something in the trees approaching fast… I closed the door. Another door led to a raging flame. Was the building on fire now? I shut the door and kept going… Another door led to a scorched desert… the next to a cave… and the next to… waking up.

*Book of Darkness*
I was in my bedroom. I was lucid. I was sitting on my bed looking at what appeared to be an ancient book. The book was locked closed tight. I wanted to get the book open. I looked at the book very closely. I was looking for some kind of keyhole or lock that was keeping the latches in place. I couldn't find one. I wondered how I could possibly get it open… I played with the latches a bit, but it was getting nowhere. I thought maybe I could ask Q. When I thought of him, Q appeared as if I had summoned him. He looked at the latches. He said those were energy locks. They would only be released with a certain energy flow. I wondered what the book would want… I tried to use a flow of stable dark energy to prove I could control that energy once I had it. The book vibrated in my hands but didn't open. I tried light energy, to show the book I had not given myself completely to darkness… the book vibrated some more, but nothing else happened. I thought maybe I had to use both dark and light… show I can control dark but hadn't gone completely over to it. The book was vibrating quite violently now. Was it going to unlock? Would I finally see inside? I got so excited I woke myself up… Damn!

*Criminal Mindlessness*
I was in the living room of a house I didn't recognize. I looked around. It was a very nice looking home, although it was a bit cluttered. There were kids' toys around, a couple of game systems plugged in to a big screen TV, some of the games lying around, a half finished glass of soda on one of the end tables. I wondered where I was and how I had gotten there… I was about to sneak back out before I got in trouble when I heard a scream from the basement. I headed down the stairs to the basement. The basement was an unfinished basement, with the wall beams still visible. There were people tied tightly to those beams… five of them, all naked and gagged. A man, a woman, and three kids that looked to be around 4, 8, and 12 years old. The youngest one was crying openly, it was a little girl. The 8 year old was also a girl, the 12 year old was a boy. There was a large and ugly man pacing in front of the people. There was a pile of charcoal around each of the prisoners. And the man wasn't just pacing… he was squirting something at the coals… it was lighter fluid. The psycho took out a match and prepared to set the charcoal ablaze. All of those details had really only taken me a second to see, and that was all I needed to see…

"Hey!" I yelled to get the asshole's attention, "Why don't you pick on someone who can fight back?"

"Ahhh," the man said as he smiled at me, "More fun." He threw the match into the charcoal. The coals didn't burst into flames as I had expected, the flames stayed buried in the coals. The coals were heating up to red hot, and the heat from the coals was burning the people's feet and lower legs. The people were screaming through their gags and struggling pointlessly against their bonds. The man said the music of their screams was perfect for killing to. He came towards me, he was muttering about what he was going to do to me… cut me apart? Let me burn with the others? He said he would have to be inventive with someone foolish enough to walk in on his play time. He said I was making him all hard, so that was the first thing he wanted… he came towards me rather quickly considering his size. He reached out for me and I easily dodged to the side. I wondered what I was going to do now that I had his attention… if only I had a weapon… but then I did! Out of nowhere a sword appeared in my hand. Awesome! I didn't know where it had come from, but it would do great. The man looked quite shocked… and that was also how he looked when he died. Shocked, as my sword ran him through the chest. I went to get the people free. It was a nasty setup. The coals below their feet were smoldering and putting off a lot of heat which was burning their feet and legs badly. They weren't tied to the beams with rope… they were tied tightly there with barbed wire! The barbs were digging into the prisoner's skin in many places. I scattered the coals from their feet first… then I found a wire cutters and cut them free as carefully as I could. The woman seemed oblivious to her wounds as she grabbed each of her children and then her husband in relief that they were all still alive. She then came over and hugged me tightly, thanking me for showing up at the right time. I thought their wounds must be very painful… I was wishing I could do healing IWL. I was thinking about Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack. The song played… I sang it… and their wounds healed! Wow! Maybe if I wanted it badly enough, magic would work for me IWL! But that hope was crushed when I woke.

The dream takes place several years (decades?) into the future.

The Library is falling apart in the absence of a Librarian. The Library itself is a vast compendium of past knowledge, mostly accessible through computers. It's a surprisingly busy place, in this future, filled up with mostly young people, but it's dying.

I already know how this is going to end. I slam open the door of my house (the library is inside) and walk out. It's a well lit night, and snow is falling lightly from the sky.

"OKAY!" I shout at the sky, "I'll be your fucking Librarian!" I pause at the flicker of a curtain across the street. Most people would think I'm yelling at God or something, but I'm actually communicating with a highly advanced intelligence that has full control over... never mind.

A question forms somewhere in my mind, asking what it would be like to stay in this one place for years, contrary to everything that I am (a traveller). Stubbornly, I continue to assert that I'll do the damn job if I have to - time is fluid in this place, anyway.

I don't receive an answer.

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I'm in a location I dreamed about last spring. It's almost identical. The local aquatic centre is fused with a rock climbing gym, which we don't have here in Quickton.

In the dream, I'm wondering why I thought we don't have any rock climbing here, since we so obviously do (we don't).


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Colour of the walls

Silence in the Library. Scare Factor: 2.