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I'm in a shopping center and attended several exercise machines. A is there and I try to show my physical capabilities to her.
Suddenly appears a teacher from Chile, and says that in order for the exercises to work I have to do 400 minutes of
racing time in a machine.
I tell him no,but he programs the machine timer to a 400 minutes session workout.

The machine rises to a considerable height (more than 30 feet above the ground) but I manage to turn it off.
When i reach the ground again ask the instructor who he thinks he is and where did he got the theory of the 400 minutes race.
He replies that it was in Chile, while he was in the army.
I don´t care, and leave the mall.

I'm just getting to my new duty station, and it's night time. The receptionist hands me a key, and I head towards where I'm supposed to be going. After walking down a long dark hallway and making a right, I find my room. When I open the door, I see B, and two other guys. They start talking crap and one guy holds me down, and one of them grabs a scalpel. He slowly carves into my right bicep about a centimeter deep and about three centimeters long. The pain is agonizing, and it feels like my arm is on fire. The guy scoops a portion of my tissue out, and feeds it to the other guy. Then he tells B to eat some as well. He was reluctant to do so, but eventually he did. He finally eats a piece himself, and they go about it doing it again. This time he makes B eat two pieces, and he doesn't eat one himself. They finally let me go, and I walked out of the room. I saw my brother, and I started to tell him about what happened. I told him that they were lucky that I didn't have my gun on me because I would have killed all of them.

Windhover's Dream

1 - I met mcees from Infinite Challenge. I dont remeber what we did together....we ate some kind of stew.

2 - I was a male wearing army suit, at the dark place inside of building. I met several people who were with me; they had guns and shotguns.
we were at the hall way where several doors were at one side of the wall. we were planning to kill zombies. we hid behind doors, sticking guns
outside the window door. the zombies arrived. they had pale white faces, which reminded of more vampires than zombies. these 3 zombies were
at the first door, so I turned my gun to them and everybody shot them; on head, chest, shoulder. mine was shotgun. but they didnt die!

3 - I barely remember but I became lucid at some point. I tried to find Katsuno, saying
"show me Katsuno's chakra!" as I turned away, there was nothing

Comments: I'd just like to point out that this dream has little or nothing to do with the realities of shared dreaming here. It's still an awesome dream though.

Dream.
I am on my computer browsing dreamviews, mainly in the Beyond Dreaming section.
I find a post that is about a conspiracy the government have about shared dreaming, something that has been leaked on dreamviews. I am very interested by this and read through it.
The information on the post describes the secret telephone method of contacting the shared dreaming sector of the government, I do not know what they have been doing wrong, but is clear to me that I am finding out information I shouldn't.
I go to my friends house because I believe his dad will find this information interesting.
In order to contact this secret number you have to rewire an old telephone, so that there is two connections to the phone an input and an output, the output becomes an input also.
Instead of watching my friends dad make this phone, I see flashing images of the phone morphing into the right setup.

My friends dad disappears, yet the phone remains on the table, I pick it up and dail the number 5151, the phone rings....

Someone or something picks up, it pretends that it isnt a person and more an answer machine saying random stuff, mainly just noises.
This fools me the first time, I put the phone down and think.
I ring the number again, I accuse the person on the end, I tell him I know he is a person!
He replys, 'you would have been better not knowing this, it is a shame to do this.' He puts the phone down.

Life appears to continue as normal, I have to leave with the army, I am with alot of my friends.
We go out on a patrol one day, and get in a fight, I get separated.
I am on my own, outnumbered, I get captured.
I manage to get to a phone, it is wired correctly, I ring the number.
He tells me I know too much, and that I will be killed for doing so.
I am in a cave full of asian people, my guess prisoners captured from the taliban or along those lines.
They all run one way, I know this is the wrong way and scream to them to stop, they do not listen.
I run the other way, and manage to get free.

I find an american army patrol, I try to explain what has happened to me, the commander does not listen.
I end up carrying the partrols equiptment, we get in another fight.
It is with my old partrol, they are doing some strange method of shooting each other to recognise if they are allies, it is retarded and therefore I scream for them to stop.
We head back and I end up having to work in this resterant.
There is bully and tries to show off the the girls that are working there. I try to make friends, I beat the shit out of him.
I get captured.

Im inside this dark room, on the wall there is a small notch in the wall which runs the entire stretch of the wall.
I climb in as I hear the siffer dogs coming, one comes right up to my face, I know there is not much hope.
Two army men come very close to my face, I cant believe they dont see me.
One comes extremely close and finaly realises Im there.
I burst out and begin to fight.
End.

[INDENT][SIZE=1][COLOR=#808080][SIZE=3]Old dream, but very memorable.[/SIZE]
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04.07.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][COLOR=#1E90FF]I was playing an army game on the computer. The setting resembled the desert level on Counter Strike. Me and this guy named Sen or Syen (can't remember exactly) were looking for the last guy alive on the other team. I found him hiding on a rooftop. I ran to Syen shouting, "Come quick!" We run for the guy hiding. At some point I check the player list and see me, Syen, and Sobo, so Sobo was the guy hiding. We're trying to kill Sobo but he kills Syen. I end up shooting this guys hat off and at some point or another, it somehow shifts into a real setting, like I'm actually there instead of playing the game. I run for cover around a corner as Sobo is telling me about how he was going to join the army and give up his life for his country. As I'm hiding around the corner, he's still talking to me about the army while slowly approaching me with a rifle. I see two guns on the ground, a shotgun and a black revolver. I pick up the shotgun. I take a deep breath, cock the gun, move around the corner and pump about five shots into Sobo's chest. It doesn't work!? I throw down the shotgun and pick up the revolver. The revolver is rather large and black. You load the bullets in like a normal revolver, but you have to cock it back like a modern pistol, and after cocking it back, you need to thrust it upwards after each shot, kinda like Ghost Squad. At this point, I'm circling this guy because he's going so slowly. There are already bullets in this gun, so I cock it back, aim straight for the back of his head and fire, no hesitation! It still doesn't work! I thrust it upwards and shoot again, nothing. Again, nothing! I fire over and over with absolutely no results. I get cornered eventually, and Sobo ends up shooting me. But... I'm still alive? Sobo didn't shoot me. At this point, Sobo is no longer a man, but he is a black half cat half man creature with green eyes, still wearing the military camouflage.
He says, "I was just trying to help."

The dream fades, but it was just a false awakening.

I tell my brother about the dream I just had, and explain how Sobo was just trying to help me become lucid.

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my mom's house, which was in an apartment complex. A family living upstairs from my family was really noisy. It was really getting to the point where my family couldn't take it anymore.

We were all now down in an underground parking garage. The walls were really clean and white. The fluorescent light was kind of bright and really white.

Something had been done about the family upstairs. It was like the police had kicked them out.

Now we saw an old man from the family. He had grey-black hair and a big, grey-black mustache. His hair was really sloppily done. He had a pretty big belly, which his white polo shirt barely covered. He wasn't the father of the family. He was just a member of the family who should have moved out a long time ago.

He had come to ask my mom for some help. I told my mom to stay away from that guy. She had finally gotten free of him. Why would she let him back into her life? But my mom decided to help the guy.

The guy needed help on a test. When the police had kicked the man out of the house, they'd told him the only way he could come back was if he could pass a test with a lot of questions about American society and history. But the man couldn't understand most of the questions. So he was getting help from my mom.

Dream #2

I was in a bedroom. I'm pretty sure I was at someone else's, possibly my family's house. I was playing some kind of white Game Boy that had a clear purple case around it. Then I left the bedroom.

Before I'd left, I'd seen an upstairs neighbor, an old, black man with a really skinny bony face, pale skin and blonde-brown hair, peeking in the window at me, as if the bedroom were in a one-story house and not an apartment.

I came back to the bedroom. I realized that I'd left my Game Boy just sitting out on my bed, where it could be in plain view of the old man. I wanted to put it in a less visible place. But there was a girl standing in front of the door. She wouldn't let me in. She was a pretty, Latina girl in a colorful dress. I knew she was the old man's friend.

I pushed past the girl and went into the bedroom. The Game Boy was gone. Only the purple case was left. I walked into the living room, upset. The living room was like the one in my great-grandmother's old house.

Just as I walked into the living room, the old man walked in. He was grinning like he knew just what was going on. He was wearing some kind of suit, maybe beige or tan with a white or blue shirt. I yelled at him, "Where's my Game Boy?" But he just sat down in a chair and kept grinning, like I couldn't do anything to hurt him. I think I got really mad and shook him.

Dream #3

I got something in the mail that looked like a greeting card mixed with a letter-sized envelope. It opened on the long side, and it was supposed to be opened so that it flapped upward.

There was some printed information inside about how I'd been drafted into the Army. Below the printed information were two handwritten numbers, both long, and involving both letters and numbers. I think they each began with an A and a dash.

I hoped there was some way I could avoid being drafted. I thought, Well, I have a job already. Then I thought, No, I don't have a job. Well, I better get one quick.

Dream Journal

April 28th 2011

dream induced

i'm flying high above a city, as lucidity occurs, i find that i'm a beautifully colored bird. as im flying, i suddenly notice that there are others like me flying around, out of nowhere a jet plane appears
and begins to attack the city, i swoop down and latch on to one of the planes locked missiles, and slash it with one of my talons, causing it to explode destroying the jet, as i'm flying away i notice that a large force of these unknown aggressors have appeared. there's things from tanks to even giant robots walking around as i'm flying, a robot stumbles out from behind a building, another bird, apparently a friend of mine, is using an old missile launcher to fight it off, as they go by. i yell "way to go" and fly off in the opposite direction as i'm flying there, my dream ends and i wake on my couch from my nap.

Notes| Dream|Lucid

I napped at around 4pm when I got home from work and wbtb after 2hrs of sleep.

Time sleeping: 15 minutes
Time in dream: 2-5 minutes?

The dream started in a trench, apart from myself, there was a guy and a girl in the trench with me, both young adults (around 20 years old?) I think we were some kind of elite group in the army. My fellow soldiers were dressed like this but darker, I assume i was wearing the same thing.

I remember being low on ammo.. We jumped out of the ditch and started running across the grassy battlefield. In the middle of the battlefield were two enemy helicopters, the girl jumped unnaturally high and grabbed onto landing skids. While in mid-air with both hands gripped onto the helicopter, she swung it around with little effort and threw it.
The girl dropped to the ground and jumped in front of the next helicopter's cockpit, she pulled out her automatic rifle and shot down the pilots.
I turned to the other male soldier and said, "just cause we're low on bullets, doesn't mean she has to do that.." As this happened, i started to question reality.. OH, IT'S A DREAM!

I felt the wind whipping against my face and body as I was running. I wanted to ground myself but looked up and realized we were running at unnatural speed. Instinctively, i tried to search for Alex's aura as I did in my last lucid.. then I remembered he's still awake. I felt the dream drift away from me.

Key: Non Lucid Lucid

Army Dream
I was in the army. I was on some mission in Sweden. I was a sergeant and me and some other guy, I think his name was Sergeant Adam or something like that, were in front of a building crouched down and then it blew up. Earlier I was talking to Sgt. Adam on a walkie-talkie, that's how I know his name. Then I was at my Gramma's house in the basement with my cousin. When I walked down there, there were 2 sodas so I grabbed one. One of them was Diet 7UP and some other one which I grabbed. Then I was telling him about my job in the army and how much I got paid. I had to go up the stairs to see what my pay was, the first time I checked and told him, it was 400,000 dollars. Then I went up again and it said my share was 2.5 milion.

Mom Dream
My mom was younger and she was at some window. She saw a guy and he said something about her being a newbie. Then he touched her hand and she giggled like she had a crush on him. Later she was really mad about something, I can't remember what but she threw something like a small tuna on the ground.

Wheelchair Dream
This guy was helping someone get across the street. They were in a wheelchair. So he waited for just the right time and he pushed the person into the road and a silver Volkswagen just missed the guy.

Background note: I used to work at AIG. I did some unique, creative work for them which they liked. I was "promoted" a few times, but never rewarded with rank or title; but I was given better work. The used me for two years.

Dream:

There was more dream that led up to this but I forgot it, so I start out in a strange vehicle flying over the Japanese nuclear disaster.

With the plant shut down, they are releasing all the sea water being used to cool the spent rods back into the ocean as it will be diluted by the rest of the ocean.

I was being flown in a long box thing with windows. It flew by jet power or something. I looked down and saw the water rushing. There were officials overseeing the operation on top of secured train cars with water almost touching their feet, but they were safe some how.

The driver of my vehicle swoops down very fast and erratically and comes very close to the water, but we kept circling. It was like we were the news. Then, the driver becomes this Armed Forces guy--very serious, and he DOES go into the water...and we are not enclosed anymore. We have to hold our breath!

We go deeper until my head is under water. WTF?! The guy doesn't even warn me? So we are cruising deeper and deeper and I think this is pretty ridiculous now, and soon I need to come up for air.

I make it back to the top for air. Now I feel like I need to save the other guy, so I take four deep breaths to get oxygen back to my brain, I started feeling better, and then I went back down to see how the guy was doing.

Now I'm with my dad. We are all in Army attire but kind of futuristic (my dad was in the army), and we are lined up as if at a bank. My dad and I are signing papers.

My dad said to me quietly, "See, I've never had to sign papers with three other people." Only three people were signing the paper, but that is what he meant. (His point was that someone else could change something later and then his signature would still be on the paper, and he didn't feel comfortable with that.)

Soon, the person behind the counter was an old boss J.H. I was going back to work with her at AIG...kind of. The papers I was signing indicated permissions. I was allowed to map drives on my computer to Google and certain other programs.

I asked about it for more information and J.H. told me how my dad and I were signing the papers because I was known for talking a lot before. I couldn't get my argument out in this dream of how much I did for this company, so I said, "When do I get a promotion?!"

At this point they let the cat out of the bag. J.H. pointed to a man on her left and said I'll be working with the devil.

Fuckin' A! I looked at my dad realizing we were in Hell. Then, very quickly, I realize this I'm in a dream. Cool! I decide I'm going to bitch-slap the devil! I turn to my dad and say, "Watch this!" Then I walked around the other side of the counter and told this bitch of a lady who knew I was going to Hell, "Watch this! Hey...watch this!" I couldn't really get her attention.

I woke up. Still, of all the times to go lucid, I was really happy for that moment!

Only fragments of a military scene, we were building a motor for some tests. Most people wore black uniforms. Grass on the ground, tables all around for different parts. Something big was built right next to us.

In waking life yesterday I hiked a few miles near Kennesaw Mountain. My legs are shot. This made me dream a fragment about some kind of troopers. It was basically G.I. Joe guys; nothing really happened with them though.

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I was with a black lady. I never saw her face. I saw her ass. It had weird designs that didn't look that nice, but I wanted to touch her anyway.

I turned my face, not because I didn't want to see it, but some how this was to ask permission. As I brought my hand down slowly, she pulled my hand down and I squeezed her ass. I was happy.

I looked up and now she was on her back and she was Chinese, though again, I never saw her face. I saw her waste. My hand was in her hair.

The End

I seem to have pretty good luck in my dreams.

10.12.2010

rip J. Electric car. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

- I am with J. and G. (i don't recall if we were together at that place or we met by chance, but i guess the last one) at a summer bar. They are working there. G. is bringing some beers, while J. is drinking a cocktail...

- I sign in to msn and see many pms "RIP J.", "We will never forget you" and stuff like this... :s I thought that they may write it because he joined the army recently. I asked someone in msn about what happened, but i don't recall the aswer.

- I am with my school friends again. We go towards our cars. I have an electric car i saw on the tv a couple of days ago. I think M. is aslo with me...

I'm in the army. My squadrons task is to herd sheep every day. We do this for a bit, then suddenly one day we come out and there is another group of sheep at the end. Immediately i start moving down the side to get a head start to herd them back, but my squadron commander blows his whistle and everybody sits down and all the sheep turn into kids. One of the kids raises his hand and asks "Does anybody ever try to invade your fort?". For the first time I notice a fort off to the left of us. Our leader says "Yes, but we have to shoot them". Suddenly, I flash To a scene of somebody running towards the fort and being shot down. I view that scene like it was in a movie, with the perspective being on the ground and to the left. Suddenly I'm back to the field. The same kid raises his hands and asks "How old are they?". "usually about 70-75, guess they just can't resist the treasure" says my squadron leader.

I tried to WILD today, and wow
At first I felt my hands go numb. I kept trying to imagine the feeling of me moving my body. Then out of nowhere I started to get the smell of fruit punch. I felt strange waves all over my body and my heart was racing in my chest. I was sweating buckets all over. For some reason I found all of this hilarious, but I kept in my laughing. Then I remembered this: YouTube - Herpex and I burst out laughing. Eventually I gave up and went to bed regularly.

I'm walking along a bridge. It's night time. The bridge is a little bit wet for it rained earlier. I drop and nearly catch the side of the bridge. A man comes along and helps me up. Now that he's saved my life he wants me to work for him. I tell him no and take the bus home. This man, will be responsible for the end of the world.

There's a scene change. I'm with a couple of buddies. Were in some sort of obstacle course. Enemies are coming towards us. We do our best to fight them off. We're armed with assault rifles and carbines. We do well after a while, then they send in this secret weapon. Her name is "Anne". We fire tons of bullets at her but no matter how many it make no difference. Instead of finishing us off though, she just walks right by us. It's at this point I know they're not after me (which is what I previously thought), there after someone else. A girl, I know her, but I don't know her name and I don't know what she looks like. It's strange. Somehow she's the missing piece of the puzzle to all this and they need her.

Another scene change. I'm not in my own body, someone elses. I think he's rogue special forces. He knows what's going on, he knows how to fix this. The location is Kenya, the mission, kill the president (or prime minister I don't know) and avert world war 3. Simple enough, no pressure. I'm armed with a single Desert eagle. I creep out of the shed I'm in. There he is. He has a couple of armed body guards with him. I point it at him, and pull the trigger. It's not working, the gun is jammed. I keep pulling it. Click, click, click. It's almost as if the trigger is the most heaviest thing in the world. Click, click, click, BOOM! It goes off and lands him in the shoulder.

"I'm fucked."

He rushes into the shed I'm in. I keep trying to pull the trigger a second time but it just wont work. He pulls out a knife. "WOAH HEY TAKE IT EASY!" I tell him. He keeps trying to stab me as I freak out and frantically pull the trigger with my gun pointed at him. After a while of him trying to stab me and me trying to pull the trigger he lets up.

"Okay! I'll forgive you." He tells me.

"What?" I ask him shocked.

"I'll forgive you just drop your gun."

I drop it. It's already over, it doesn't matter, I just expected to die today. Those were the thoughts running in my head. Shortly after the U.S. military arrives to clean up the situation. Apparently the president was supposed to make a speech today, probably how he knew he'd be there.

My point of view switches. I'm in my own body again, but I'm in the same location. I go towards the scene to inspect the ruckus. I see the man who's body I was in just a minute ago. He has short blond hair, dirt and sweat on his face, and a bullet proof vest on his chest. He's wearing something special forces would be wearing. I'm saddened that he has failed. To U.S. army troops move towards him with their guns pointed at him, their laser dots on his chest. He puts his hands up and drops to the ground. After a while the to troops, One a black bald man and the other a white woman with medium long blond hair, start to smile. The both of them shoot him (probably armor piercing or FMJ rounds since he was wearing a vest) and he closes his eyes and falls down in agony. I'm shocked.

The woman, she goes to wear the majority of the troops are gathering. She has a gas canister in her hand. It's over, everyone here is going to die, including me if I don't get out of here.

There's a scene change. It's like I've teleported somewhere else. I'm in a dining room. It's very fancy, a lot of rich people are there, including me and my dad, but were not rich. My memories from the last scene are still there. This is only the begging, it's game over, all down hill from here. I know exactly what's going to happen. The man that saved my life, he's behind all this. He's going to organize some sort of tactical nuke strike world wide. He's going to start world war 3, but first he needs an excuse. He killing off a bunch of U.S. troops, he's going to blame it on other countries. He's going to do the same with other major countries, Russia, China, Iran. Nukes will go off in every direction. It will be the end of the world.

I sit very close to the person holding the dinner party.

"And the best president in history is, John F. Kennedy." She says as other people cheer.

I go up to her.

"Do you know the entire world is about to end?" I ask her.

"I know." She tells me.

Once again I'm shocked. I go to sit back at the chair I was sitting at before. There's a man next to me. He's kind of old and has a grey beard. I tell him, "Do you know every day we get up, the human race could just completely destroy the planet?"

"Oh, theres no way the human race could do that!" He tells me.

Pissed by his ignorance I decide to just ignore him. Suddenly I see a group of soldiers walk into the room behind us. One of them is lagging behind, a woman. She has a gas canister in her hand. I stare in horror as I watch her go into the room with the other troops. A little while later I hear on the news that every single fighter the US military had flying today just dropped out of the sky simultaneously (apparently that was a lot). As the inevitable draws closer I start to feel my heart sink in my chest.

There's another scene change. I'm in a different body, special forces patrolling an area. I'm in the gunner seat of a tank. I'm operating a mounted flame thrower. Were in the middle of the desert, me and the rest of my squad. Were getting a signal on the radio. It sounds like distress signal. It tells us to go to checkpoint "Simpson" and help out a special forces team that had a mission go wrong. There pinned down and need immediate back up. After we clear things up with the opfor we are to hold checkpoint Simpson at all cost.

The team and I head for the coordinates. What we find looks like a HUGE depression in the sand. Must be at least a couple of kilometers in diameter. Inside seems to be some sort of quarry or camp set up. Opfor all over the place. The convoy can't make it down a hill that steep, so we get out of our vehicles and begin to slide down the hill. On my way down I ask one of my squad-mates, "Shouldn't it be Sierra and not Simpson?"

"it has to do with the weather!" he tells me.

Another one of us comes sliding past.

"Yeah! Los angeles weather!" he tells me.

Suddenly. I wake up.

P.s. Took me a while to post.