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I didn't have much sleep over the past few days because of various things, but last night - I was able to get a good nights sleep. I took some B6 earlier and had a couple of dreams, but only one of them is worth posting. Anyway...

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15-04-12
Around 8:00am

Black Van
Genre: Action
Non-Lucid

First thing I remember is being in a restaurant with a girl, I don't know her in real life but I get the feeling we are in a relationship. We talk for a bit, and I remember her name being Alexis. We chat for a bit while we eat, once done I pay the bill and we walk outside. It begins to rain, so we begin running to shelter but as we run - a black van screeches to a halt beside us and three men come out. One of them has a gun, and points it at me while the other two grab the girl and take her into the back of the van. The man begins to back away from me, while keeping his gun pointed at me. "What the hell are you doing?" I say, but don't get a response, instead the man with the gun opens the vans front door and slowly gets in but as they drive off the man shoots me in the chest. I hit the deck with searing pain going through my chest, I look up at the sky with the rain falling down, pounding off me and the ground. I can feel things going dark, but then I hear someone shout "Are you okay?". I can barely move so I can't check who it is, but when he comes closer I catch a glimpse before everything goes dark - and for some reason Jim Carrey helping me by pounding on my chest. I can hear sirens as I start to black out.

I wake up (in the dream) in a white hospital room. I look around while attempting to sit up, I can, but it's a struggle. A doctor suddenly comes in and tells me to lie back down because the police want to talk to me. I comply, and two police officers come in, they ask me a through questions - which I answer the best I can. I ask them what happened to the girl and who the guys were. They don't give me a reply instead they just leave. The doctor then tells me I'm free to go, I get out of the bed, get my clothes back on and start to walk through the hospital. I spot Jim Carrey in one of the rooms, lying on a bed, with cuts and bruises on his face. I stop and go into the room, Jim looks startled and says "You're alive?!". We chat for a bit, and he tells me that after the ambulance took me, a few men came in another black van and attacked him. I can tell it's the same people who shot me. The doctor who was with me before, comes in and says that Jim can go. Jim and I walk out of the hospital and stop on the side walk for a bit, we discuss what happened again, before the black van comes round the corner again, but this time five men come out the back, two have guns pointed at us, the other three then force us into the back.

Next thing I know, Jim and I are thrown into a prison interview like room. We are then tied to chairs. A couple of the men proceed to punch us in the face often. After a few tags, the men turn around before leaving us. Jim and I both have trickles of blood from cuts on our foreheads. We begin to think of an escape plan. Jim tells me that his ropes aren't tied that tight, he manages to escape from his chair before untying me. I try to open the door, but it is locked. We try to think of a way out of this situation. Jim comes up with the idea of him pretending to have a heart attack or something, while I shout for help. We sit back down on the chairs, and place our hands behind it, after a few seconds I start shouting for help - few seconds later and a man comes in. I tell him that Jim has a problem, he's in pain. The man walks over to Jim, turning his back to me, I stand up, grab him by the neck and break it. I grab the guys gun from his belt and Jim and I make our way to the door.

We check if the coast is clear, it is so we walk down the long corridor. We get to a corner, around the corner is two guys standing by a door. I check the ammo in the pistol, nod at gym and tell him to stay behind me. I shoot one of the men in the head, and take cover from the other guy, the guy unloads is whole clip and while he reloads I pop out from behind the wall and tag him in the chest. The noise from the shooting has alerted the other men. At the other end of the corridor, I see four men with the girl running. Two stay behind and shoot at us. I dive into cover, but Jim gets shot in the chest. I quickly kill the guy before shooting the other guy in the leg. I kneel down beside Jim and ask him what I've to do. He says "Go and save her" before dying dramatically, like something you would see in a cheesy film. Anyway, I run down the corridor, gun in hand, I leave the guy I shot in the leg because I can't waste ammo. I see the four men pulling the girl into that damn black van again.

I run outside but the van begins to pull away, I look around and see a red McLaren F1. I run up to it, open the door and luckily the keys are already there. I turn the keys and speed away in pursuit of the van. I get up close to it and the men open the back doors, and begin shooting at me, I can't shoot back incase I hit the girl. So I speed up and get alongside the van, I shoot the man in the passenger seat. But then I suddenly notice an oncoming car, I swerve to avoid the collision, but so did the other car, and the other car swerves straight into the van. The van begins rolling because of the impact, kind of glad because I was beginning to hate the sight of that van. I stop and cautiously get out of my car, I point my gun at the van, incase someone shoots at me. I start slowly walking towards it, I get to the van and notice the driver has been killed. I walk around to the back, open the back doors, but no one is in the back. Perplexed I turn back around, put the gun away. I hear sirens coming, and quickly run into an alley, because I know I would be arrested because of the gun and the whole car collision. This is when I wake up.

02.03.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going to nap for a little while, but when I woke up to the alarm, I seemed to dozed off a little bit after I turned it off, and slipped into an accidental nap.

OH, and I changed the format of the dates labeled on each dream, I'm used to the typical M/D/Y format, and it was getting annoying seeing D/M/Y from the default setting of the dream journal template that's available on the older dream journal settings thread I believe.

(Just keeping this as a note so I won't think that I didn't have any dreams on February, since seeing 01.02.2012 would be Jan, if I go back to glance at my older entries and having it at 02.03.2012 might make me think it's from March if I kept conforming to the D/M/Y format instead of the M/D/Y format...just so those who read won't get confused.).

NOTE TO SELF: THIS DREAM WAS TYPED 2/3/12 LINK.



Dream 1:

The dream started out with me standing near a few sets of Buses belonging to the bus system at my University.



They had variation in shapes and function. One was a classic and old school version (apparently), and there was an old lady trying to get the light to turn on, and it seemed she was trying to radio in to the maintenance or whatever to say the lights weren't working.

I immediately ignored going inside of that bus because the old lady was having a hard time. I believe there was another bus in between, but I go up to the bus in front of it.

I go in, and I find this bus is really short inside compared to the others. I believe it had 8-10 seats or so inside, excluding the driver's seat. Here's how the format the bus was.

When you go up the steps to get in, there's going to be four seats or so on your left. And when you turn left to sit on the left side, in front of you is two to four more seats (that are on the opposite side of you), and if you're still sitting on the left side from where you entered, you'll see that there's two or more extra seats placed perpendicular of where you're sitting as the back seats.

(This picture pretty much explains what I said, with those two guys sitting on the side(but just replace them with females), and I was the one sitting on the left. And there were windows on the sides compared to this picture).

I couldn't remember if I was the first one to get on the bus, but I stumble upon mostly female DCs coming in. Of course, there weren't going to be many people, so I see a blonde come in, and the dream shifts to where there's probably 3 females on the bus, excluding the female driver.

I introduced myself to them, starting with the blonde who is front ot me. I put my hand out to her, and she tells me her name, it starts with an "S," but I couldn't remember it. I do remember that I had to ask her twice though.

Looking back on how she looked like, she was your classic MILF, I knew she had a lot of intelligence within her, and she was just so sexy to me. Her body build was so appealing to me, she was wearing the typical light blue jeans, and I believe she was wearing a blue sweater, almost like the one I wore today.

(Just putting this in because it matches to how the DC smiled at me when I greeted her, and she basically had the same upper region as the one in the pic too xD)

I think she had lip gloss on, because I do recall a shine to her lips, probably was trying to attract me. She told me that she majored in Biochemistry, and then I realized she looked like professor (a really hot one that's probably around her late 20s and or early to mid 30s).

I believe I greeted another lady, who was probably a younger blonde, I think she had really curly blonde hair, and probably had freckles as well, but I forgot the first letter of her name compared to the older one that was sitting to the right of her. And the younger one looked shy and timid.

Then I turn left, and I see a Black female DC, I greeted myself to her, and she said she was a Geneticists. She started to tell me more on how she regretted not having Biochemistry as her major since Genetics majors would have to do more work if they wanted to switch or something.

I agreed with her, but then something in my mind told me that something was wrong with that logic she was declaring to me. I explained to her that both Biochemistry and Genetics are about 95% related to each other, so the small percentage that makes them different wouldn't have made any huge changes in whatever she wanted to be.

And I felt myself talking while explaining this to her as well, in fact, I would've became lucid if I was wondering why I'm on a bus when I'm actually taking an accidental nap.

She agrees to my explanation and is like "Oh, really??!" in a surprised tone. Then she tells me she has to speak with one of her advisers to give her a piece of her mind or something.

In my mind, I thought that it would be already too late for her to complain about how whoever advised her to do Genetics instead of Biochemistry since she looked like she was the same age as the blonde MILF.

Then after a while, everything gets quiet, so I guess we're all just planning what to say next. Then I started to say how I wanted to major in Biochemistry because I felt I could also do small research on sleep cycles and dreaming, and all three of them looked at me and nodded their heads each time I explained a reason at the end.

I talked about how Dream research is a science that remains untouched because people are afraid that their beliefs will suddenly be just a method of faith they placed on to define their reality, and other basic things you would say to people who don't look like they focus on dreaming and attempting to become lucid.

They had that curious facade, and it was cute. (Even as I'm typing this, I'm still lured by the blonde MILF, she just had this aura that I could just hug her and smother my face all over her breasts while she gets her hands and holds my my head in excitement, just thinking about it gets me excited too...but let's move on).

The bus stops I believe and we get off. This is the part where the dream transitions I'm not to sure of what occurred first or last.

But from what I remembered first, I was inside a bathroom that was mixed, meaning that there was a section combined with male urinals, and you could walk a few steps to go to the female area.



Of course, I assumed the area with the toilets that were concealed was for females, since I saw the blonde teenager's head that I met inside the bus getting ready to do her business. I think there was another female DC outside the concealed toilet waiting for her.

Then I go to the urinal, and I took a really long time urinating, I'm surprised I didn't wake up feeling wet down there since I felt the sensation getting stronger and stronger as I urinate more. I wanted to be careful not to urinate too fast because I didn't want the liquid to splash back at me.

Then the dream transitions to where we're inside some classroom, and we're all going to leave. I only see the teenager blonde I met in the bus with me, and she was doing her own business.

I think I was searching the desk and drawers to make sure no one left anything. I think I found all sorts of things ranging from deserts, etc.

That's all I remember for that all. I'm still having an attract to the blonde MILF I saw though. Maybe she wanted my attention, and I gave her it, but I just wasn't lucid.

Dream 2: Mother Closing Garage Door

All I remember from this dream was that my father was having difficulty closing the garage door, and he called a DC that looked like my mother to close it for him.

I look at her try to close it, she detaches the right side of it, and slowly links it back to the grooves to slide it down, but by the time she did that, I ignored her and went somewhere.

Dream 3: Party Time Calendar

All I remember from this dream was being giving a calendar of estimated dates of when there was going to be a party that a specific group of older adults called the "Guyanese Club" I knew about in waking life.

As I'm reading this, apparently some DC is telling me how one DC didn't tell the other DC about this calendar, and it was pretty trivial and petty things that I didn't want to listen to.

I think I saw some numbers moving around the calendar, but that's all I remember.

1/30/12

WILD

Notes: I didn't smoke, and I had some REM rebound. I had a nightmare about an exorcism. Every time I woke up from it, I would go back asleep into the same dream. I tried to stay awake longer and think about different things. Eventually I decided to WILD. I didn't feel any transition for any of the WILDs.

The first time I tried to WILD I missed it. I had no lapse of consciousness, but I woke up again suddenly. I noticed that my train of thought shifted back to exorcisms when I went into the dream. I used that as an RC for the next one.

I told myself that I wouldn't think of exorcisms, and then suddenly I was. I did a nose RC to confirm.I sat right up and the dream was fairly stable. I walked out my door, but woke up immediately afterward.

This cycle repeated one more time.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been in an airport. Near me was a black man who may either have been a friend or an acquaintance. He was kind of tall and kind of strong looking. He had long, wavy, brown hair that almost looked like a wig. He also had a long, black beard. He wore black sunglasses, a black, denim jacket and no shirt, and probably blue or black jeans.

The man was in trouble for some reason. Airport security may have thought of him as a terrorist. I hoped security's suspicion of the man wouldn't spread to me. The man and I seemed separated from each other by about ten meters. Near the man was a line of boxes about knee-high.

I was now in the man's house, which was a big mansion. We were in some area like a living room or a sun room. We still stood apart from each other and facing each other, like we'd stood at the airport.

The interior of the mansion was spacious and open. Everything was white, and there were big windows and sliding glass doors everywhere. The man may have been wearing white versions of the clothes he'd worn in the airport as well.

Somewhere was a "library," which the man showed me. It was really just a bookshelf. It was wall-height, maybe three or four meters long, with five or six levels of shelves.

All the books in the "library" looked like they belonged to one edition or came from one publisher. The books were all bound in leather or fake-leather, marbleized-looking covers. The bindings had gold lettering and trim.

There were only three colors of books: blue, red, and green. The three different colors were all grouped together. There were very few blue books: they only took up a portion of the left side of the very top shelf. The red books took up the most space: from where the blue books ended, down to about halfway along the second to last shelf. The green books took the rest of the space.

The man may possibly have showed me "my bedroom," or the guest bedroom, which was, now, also the library. In this library-bedroom there were a bed and a desk, both white. Over the desk was a wall-mounted bookshelf, with the same kind of books as on the previous bookshelf, arranged in a similar fashion.

I am facing an elevator, and I jumped inside. I am trying to escape something. I look at the numbers, and chose one. The number 10 lit up on the elevator. I think it's the top floor. I also "sensed" that there are some "floors" that lead to death, with some strange symbols on the list. I recall one was particular colored bloody red, outlined in black.

There are people in the elevator. I'm not sure if they were there when I entered, or if they entered along the floors. I vaguely remember stopping in one floor and deciding it's not the right place.

Finally, I reached the "right" place. The door opened, and I saw a line of people, facing right (if I look at them from inside the elevator), with a trail of people going to the left. They were not looking at the elevator, and none turned their heads when the door opened; they were looking directly ahead. They're wearing informal clothing.

I went out, along with a companion, and moved to the "right," the place where the line of people were looking. Then my companion (male) reminded me of my book. I saw I left it on the elevator floor. There were still some people inside. They were wearing formal clothing. I went in, picked it up, and left. The line of people are still there. Were they even planning to get inside the elevator?

I walked off, and saw the place is like a factory.

Mood: busy

NOTES: The keywords I wrote when I woke up: elevator, death, escape, left book inside elevator, turn right. I remember the elevator, book and turning right, but I'm not sure sure why death and escape were there, so I just tried to recreate it.

The street is poorly lit.
On the street I see an old and wide car.

In the back seat of the car, through the backwindow i see a young woman banging on the rear window with both hands. She´s in panic, but I do not hear her or the banging, i just see the gestures.

I walk in the street with a strange feeling of fear and that something is wrong ...
On the sidewalk are two closed umbrellas . One is black, I think the other is red, but I'm not sure.

When I approach one of them, so I see a fuzzy, cloud-like black someked presence,it lifts the umbrella and begins to hit me with it.

I´m full of fear, but i attack the evil black presence and it disappears, dropping the umbrella on the ground again.
I keep walking and I approach another umbrella, another evil spirit comes and raise the umbrella and starts to beat me again, and I, again full of fear, attack the presence and it drops the umbrella on the ground and disappears. .. this confrontations happens two or three times more.

I'm sitting in a mall, at the food area, near a Pans Company.

I look up and see television screens (or just windows?).

Outside I see kids playing football on the grass.
One has black soccer shorts, orange shirt, is blond and has curly hair.

His hair has streaks of pink.
Sitting by my side is a gray-haired man, of his 40 years with a laptop.
He tells me that this player has an girly look, and that he is his father.

He also tells me he has straight A´s at everything in the school, especially in mathematics. I tell him that all geniuses look strange, but as a father he should be proud of the son he has.

He doesn´t seem very convinced.

I was at school.

I was walking around the school, had a light-brown raincoat and a sweater that had long sleeves (partially covering the hands) the shirt was pale brown. I had the feeling of belonging to a faction that fought another...

Someone came to me and began walking beside me, a boy ... He started to explain the "order" of things in school as well as describing some of the nearby places and locations ...

From time to time a girl passed near me, she has 23/24 years, all dressed in black, she wears a discreet spike collar around the neck, and a black trench coat. She had long, straight black hair, and black rimmel around her eyes, she had a pale skin... she looked at me and I looked back to her, surreptitiously ... the sexual tension was obvious.
This guy took me to a place he called ______ and said it belonged to "our" the faction of the Nomads (I was still not 100 percent willing to join them).

Both factions wanted me because I had special abilities (I also knew I had them, but I did not realize what they were).

As we were walking, two women (their 22/23 years passed in a hurry ... the clothes were the of the colors of mine...one of them had a top and had a horizontal strip that covered the area of the chest, also covered the shoulders... leaving only a small decorative hole in the upper bone of the sternum. The pants were tight,both women wore black boots.

Both women had black hair short hair.
It felt that they were chasing that girl in black.
However we continue to walk towards the _____ that looked like a convent. As we were walking, the boy who accompanied me start running towards the convent, towards a fight that was happening, I continued to walk normally going in the direction of the convent.

I walked down a ramp, and passed near a coffe shop that had a clan of vampires, they where having coffee.

They were all in normal clothes. The esplanade where the vampires were was covered with ivy on the surrounding walls of the esplanade. There esplanade had tables and railings, made of Victorian green iron, the railings also had ivy.
As I leave the esplanade behind,this young, blond vampire appeared, already in full transformation. She asks me if I do not want to be like her and points to the fangs, saying that it would only take a bite ...

I just wanted to be immortal and live forever young, but just thought it, i didn´t told her.

I told her no, because from the first moment that she would bite me she would not control her hunger and she would suck all the blood that i had and I would die. She said it was just a bite... she approached my neck, she smelled my skin and my veins, she then erotically smiled and said "my God, that smell ..." Being afraid of her lost of control, i refused to continue and went away.

I joined the battle in the courtyard of the convent, i was fighting a figure dressed in a purple suit , seemed a mix of a zombie and a vampire ... he pointed at me with one of his hands and several of his fingernails were projected like bullets. I tried to dodge but one hit me in the right shoulder.

Then I grabbed a square metal shield, instantly more beings like him started to appear i started beating them with the shield in their skulls... then the whole scene changed into cartoons, in which a cartoon character called Mr. Happy, a blue toon, went to jump in the middle of the pool of brains, and brain tissue,and blood that were on the ground...all that brain mess was the result of my massacre against those zombie-vampires.
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Comments: This was the first dream in which Essence appears. Essence is that Gothic Girls all dressed in black that i wrote abound in my dream.

Later i found that she´s my anima

A and I had moved into a new house. The house was large and had many divisions.
Once we got to the new house,a boy with black hair came to visit us. He had blue jeans and a pale-blue shirt. The boy was very curious, talkative and friendly.
He is always around us, that seems to please A.
I'm a little upset that he´s always around, due to the lack of privacy.
A tells me that he just needs attention and someone to talk to him. He tells me he is the son of a neighbor.
I saw him come into our house through the large windows of our room. Initially when he tried to enter the house through the window,he looked adult, and wore an electric-blue shirt, and had short black hair.
I flew towards him to give him a kick in the face, but the curtains (which were also blue) blocked my sight, and I stopped. When the curtains came out of my sight, the man had disappeared and in its place was already the boy.
I'm walking around the house to see how it is. The kitchen has walls painted of many colors.

The room has a small television .... It also has marble stairs that give access to a garage door, in the bottom of the stairs.
Along the staircase, I see three dogs. The first one is near the top of the stairs, looks like a Labrador. When I open the door he wakes up. The Labrador was sleeping in a bag of raffia. He looked at me in a sweet way.
Everything i saw in this part of the dream was in night vision mode, since everything had a green tint.
The kid comes home again after I have sent him away.
I speak a little with him and then he leaves.
I speak with A and tell him that this lack of privacy can not be and that we must move to a new house.
She tells me: "You need to speak with the landlord first ok?"
I went shopping with A. Once we parked the car four thives appear.
After locking the doors of the car, i started walking back and forth with it, trying to run over them.
One of the times I did Reverse one of the robbers hit on my rear window with a wooden baseball bat. The window didn´t break.
I look to my right and I don´t not see A inside of the car.
She´s outside of the car, dressed all in black with a dress in spandex, to mid-thigh. It has a black bag to match the dress.
The robbers are trying to get her, and each time one of them comes near her she hits him and pushes him.
I tell her to get inside the car, but every time she goes in, one of the robbers approaches her.
She does not seem too bothered by the robbers, because she laughs each time one of them gets close.

I get out of the car, grab the baseball bat from one of the robbers and throw the baseball bat at one of them, breaking his teeth, i break the head of another robber with a punch. Then i grab the baseball bat again and deliver a full swing into the third robber in the head, leaving the thickest part of the club in his skull. When the fourth robber comes in my direction, i break his nose with a kick.
The third robber looked like Alec Empire from Atari Teenage Riot.

My dad left the house and I wa shome alone. My mum had already told me that I had been accused of saying something bad, like I'm going to burn it down" or something like that, it was about burning.

Police then knocked on my door. I was scared I waited a while but they didn't go away, I opened the door and they asked me if I said what I said, their piece of evidence was the daily mirror strangely though, my quote was on the racing form. I never recognised this.

I said I had nothing to do with it and it wasn't me who sad it.

Then I'm in a truck with Hawkeye and Black Widow chasing some guy, who I think might of stitched me up.

We fought the guards and took over the truck, however the guy escaped Hawkeye and Widow chased him on bikes while I (thinking to myself how sweet the Camaro is) found one it was the Transformers Edition I started to drive in out the back of the truck and join the chase.

Side Notes
Before I went to bed I was thinking of driving the Camaro in my dream all day. So one of my dream goals is complete.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Three women appeared in succession. They all looked very similar. They were very pretty, white, with curly, blonde hair and pale eyes. They were probably wearing a lot of makeup, especially rouge.

The women each wore a dress of the same cut -- kind of 1970s style, squarish, with a loose blouse and skirt, made the accentuate the women's thinness. The blouse layered a tiny bit over the waist. The front of the blouse may have had tiny buttons going down the center.

The first woman wore either a blue dress or a red dress; the second woman, either a red dress or a blue dress; and the third, a black dress. Each woman wore a matching hat, like a beret, which sat on the right side of her head.

Dream #2

I may have been reading something. I may also have been hearing what I was reading. Reasons were going to be listed for the failure of a certain project.

Reason number one was being given. I saw the "1)" and the text of the reason being written out, as if on a page, but as if the page were an image superimposed over another image on a TV. Reason number one was that the people in the project were working without any sense of ethical or historical reference.

The "2)" of reason number two was written out. The other numbers may also have been writtenout. But the reasons were all left blank.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

05-09-11 I am in bed and I get parts of an entity handed over to me by Silas. There are 8 parts in total and I feel like I have finally obtained the right frame of mind and personality to take on the demon.

I assemble it and am struck with terror. I notice this is how he fights and get up out of bed and defies his will. I get an image of something that looks like a T Rex. It is his will against mine and after a while I plant my feet in the ground probably somewhere in the middle of the room and just stands there and defies the demon.

Think you can describe the encounter as a stalemate, which is a hell of a lot better than me just simply giving into the utter terror it instils.

I wake up feeling the remnants of a nightmare, though I know I can manage it mentally because I defied the terror. Quite the ambivalent feeling really.
…

I am in a barn with a black horse. The horse is already saddled and I try to calm it down talking to it. It shifts it's attention to the wall behind it, where a black sword is hung upon the wall.

I walk past the horse and pick up the sword.

A person appears from the entrance behind the horse and tells me.

“He can see you know”

“He tells me that you will go to him of your own free will”

Fine whatever. I follow the man outside the barn. He is wearing a cape and a cane and maybe a hat, not sure about the hat. There is someone with him, I get the feeling it is an assistant of sorts.

We are walking on a stone terrace with plenty of hedges and we sort of have to zig zag to get upwards. The caped man and his assistant is humming the humming part of “Fire coming out of the Monkey’s head” by Gorillaz. I am walking ight behind them and with a pace that would soon make me overtake them.

I am swinging the sword around and generally I don't feel afraid, though I am positive that instilling fear is the prime goal of the caped man.

Him and his assistant starts walking a bit faster and we all start drumming along. Him with his cane and me with the sword. I have no clue what his assistant is using. It sounds OK, but not great, still I am enjoying it and start laughing a bit.

We get to the top of the terrace and start walking down the side. The caped man explains that we will go out over sea and signal our return with a flare.

I pull out my wand and shoot fire out of it, a thin line of fire that lands maybe 20 metres away and cause some embers to appear. “Great I will have to remember how I did that next time I turn lucid, fire has given me a few problems before” I think to myself and keep on walking.

We get down to a docking area and as it is dark I make light appear out of my hands, still holding my wand. Increase light I think and it happens. Someone is joining us for from behind a hedge and I get the feeling that they are joining us for the journey.

I think the caped man's assistant is also making light appear out of his palms, though his is brighter than mine.
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I am in Holland. I am there to meet up with Sisse, Edith and Zizika.

Edith and I are wearing the same jacket, small light brown leathery thing.

There are videos of Zizika playing in some girl band.

I meet up with them at a table and Daniel takes my coat and put it on a wall behind us. I am uncomfortable with that as it might slide down onto the other side into the garden behind it.

skip

I am at Zizika's house and it is getting late, I am wearing varying amounts of clothes for some reason. I think it is lame of them to leave me there seeing as it is almost half six in the morning.

I get a call “Dennis, are you ready?”
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Notes: The following FA might continue straight from the above dream.

I am lying in my bed and I look out the window and can see the roof of the house across the lawn. I have a suspicion that I am having a false awakening as my field of vision is still a bit blurry and incomplete, as the rooftop starts spinning. Spinning or the surroundings alternating between light and dark.

I remain still and start observing the scenario for a while, it feels too soon to try and move and jeopardise the stability of the dream. I get up as the spinning thing is wearing off and look outside and compared to the façade of just one building as normally there are two streets running down into town.

Even after this pretty clear realisation I still question if I am dreaming, as the details are quite vivid so I look at my hand and it is blurry with an extra finger. Even considering this I am a bit sceptical as I jump back and pull my feet up and prepare to go through the window feet first. I am a bit relieved when I sense my flight not failing me.

Outside the window I immediately tell the dream that I want to go to Chichén Itzá, but I can't find anyway near so I try and start spinning. Nothing really happens so I take a leap of faith and close my eyes.

At first it seems like the dream is fading as I am surrounded by lights, as if you would be looking at your eye lids, only much brighter. However I recall having pulled back a dream in a scenario like this before and I keep making swimming motions.

It works. The dream is coming back and the setting is now much much brighter. I am in a jungle and there are stone buildings and I get really excited, it definitely has a Mayan feel to it. I am standing by a white sanded shore of either a river, lake or ocean. In front of me are trees, less dense than what you would expect from a tropical forest, and an open forum like plaza.

I start flying towards this plaza and start calling out “Fellow Dreamers”. I see someone coming towards me or at least in my direction. I fly closer and over her, she looks at me she is riding on some animal and look girlish with blonde/brown hair to down below her shoulders. “Pil?” she says, which could have been “Peel” (suppose even “Pete” though that is probably stretching it as far as you can) “Pil” translated into English is “Arrow”.

I don't even think to stop and talk to her, but I don't really seem to be completely in control of this particular part of the flight either. I fly over the centre of the forum and looking down I see blue men with feline features.

“Brilliant! I defo have to speak with them” I think and, but as I start walking back towards where they were they have disappeared. The central spot has something that looks like an altar or something and I don't really fancy disturbing anything so I decide to go look for other dreamers.

I try keeping the beacon in mind, but I am not really at El Castillo and every time I try and do it I get distracted by black figures I can never really put any features to.

I fly around for a bit marvelling at the architectural wonders surrounding me. I fly past a small pyramid, waay too small to be El Castillo and carry on. There might be entities of some description at this smaller pyramid. I continue through and come to this place where a great wall with a lot of windows is surrounding an area of jungle.

This place is heavily ornamented with carved animal heads, although contrary to normal Mayan artistry it is protruding out from the walls instead of being carved into them. It doesn't make the place any less beautiful though, although I am sure I see an elephant at some point, which I find odd thinking about it when awake. At this place I ask the dream to extend itself 10 minutes.

I decide to try my luck again with the spinning, this time thinking more specifically about El Castillo. Same scenario happens I close my eyes and try and picture it or at least the shape of it. However this time although I make the same swimming motions, I don't get to the pyramid, though it might flash dimly once or twice.

Instead I am sent back to my bed and something weird happens. I hear a narrator talking about how I have now set foot in the Astral and that my physical damage is increased. Which sounds just too weird and I can't help but laugh myself and wonder if I am going be trapped here for 7-8 minutes. I can wriggle around and rotate freely within my own body and it doesn't seem like the wall I am lying next to is causing problems, though I can't see anything.

I wake up feeling amazing.

I am on the DV forums, quite literally. I am at the forums. I am showing others "How to do things lucidly" by performing them myself, almost like a video. At one point in the dream I became lucid, and it seemed just so real to me as I was in Aeolar form, standing in the forum with weapons in hand.
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I am with a girl who has brown hair who look a lot like Raspberry, and she had found/stolen a credit card. This was back when they were first getting popular, and there wasn't any security on them. Raspberry left for a while, and when she came back, she had all new clothes, and was wearing a white trucker cap to the side and was all like, "yo". I told her to gimme that card, and I went on a spending spree. I didn't really get to choose my clothes though, and I burst through the doors with all white clothes, a white hat, and purple John Lennon glasses on. Me and Raspberry left the changing room, and Rasp was spraying the hell out of herself with deodorant, but it sure did smell good :3

Now, a black man who we "knew" came up to us an said "What up?" All 3 of us then headed to the cash register, where there were 2 bald headed rich black men trying to return something.
"Watch this," Rasp whispered in my ear, and within 2 seconds she had swiped the receipts of the men. We waited and began to listen in on their conversation. The first black man said he wanted to return something, but when he searched his pockets to find the receipt, he couldn't and then told the clerk that he would pay double. The second man did basically the same thing as the first, only, he said that
"I'll pay with a lot of Zero's. You'll barely be able to see the money sign, because the zero's will block it out."

After those men had left, we were checking out, when suddenly a black boss-like character came up to us. He and our black man know each other, and it seems as though there is a rivalry between the two. There is no trouble with the transaction, and we buy the clothes. The boss laughs,
"Hah! You all are doing well for yourselves! I was actually about to go make some money myself."
I walk up to the boss, "Yeah, but we're not dealing with hard cash. It's liquidated. It's made to flow so we can use it on the go." Heh, that should be a quote I think to myself.
The boss cracks up when I say that. "Hey, so where is your next job?"
Our black man quickly replies, "We're taking a quick drive to Vegas."
"Drive??" I say questionably. "I didn't know we were driving there."
"Yes, drive. Low profile."
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Some person on the DV forum read my posts to Mayflow and says,
"Aeolar, I think you are a very nice person and I'd like to hang out." xDD
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This is four months later from today. So it turns out that by this time, I still had not gotten a job, so I decided to go out and push drugs. At first, I was getting pretty damn good at it. I had paid my debts, and even bought myself a pistol. But one day, I was introduced to these high roller big shot guys. They wanted us to do some dirty work for them. I accepted, because each man was getting $5,000, and all I had to do was drive. Easy money, right?

So, the next day, I got in a pickup truck, and picked up 2 men. I basically drove in reverse while someone manned an MG in the back. Well, long story short, we were ambushed and bound to die. Our contractors had set us up, and only a black man and myself were able to run away. We ran through bushes and out onto the highway. We were being chased by professionals with M16's. We managed to run across a bridge and find a car. We knew we were fucked. And I mean fuuuuuucked. I asked the man what he did for a living, and he said that he pushed guns. I had 2 pistols on me and a plastic revolver. I kept looking at the revolver, it was important in some way. I heard someone on the radio yell, "Jump! JUMP!!" So I did. I jumped out of the moving vehicle and started walking west down the highway. I walked for a while, dodging Lorries and other Semi-trucks. I had my phone on me, and someone had texted me that said "Are you dead, running, packing, or looking for UFO's while packing?" I came up with a plan to end this. I am now watching the gun pusher. He has picked up four friends. All of them have assault rifles. They meet the pursuers out on a hilly road that looks like it belongs in California. The gun pushers have no chance, and as the last one falls, a man appears behind the murderers.
"It is I, bitches!!" I yell. Then with a silenced 9mm pistol, I drop all 7 of them, and the dream ends.

Dream from night of 7-26-11


I was in some sort of school or colorful building. I was in real trouble because I was going to die. I didn't know how, where, or when but I knew that I was fated to die. It had to happen, in order for other events to occur and the world to move on. I had to die, and I had accepted this. (the entire dream) I spent time getting my things managed, putting things in place, and trying to get a hold of my family to tell them the bad news, and say good-bye. I couldn't get a hold of anyone, my brother, my parents, my roommates. I even tried calling my ex. All I could do was leave messages of me saying good-bye. While I was doing this there was a short, blonde, kind of puggy woman following me around, wearing an all black lacy dress. (Kind of a goth look). She kept taunting me, and teasing me about my death. I just tried to ignore her but she kept following me around. I had a feeling that she was a part of it somehow or orchestrating it. I actually caught her trying to steal my soul. She was a sorceress. I took back what part of my soul she managed to steal and for some reason said "you can't steal a music major's soul." I ran away from her and ran to my dad's house. I was just waiting for my time to come..still trying to reach any of my family. I looked outside and thought, "wonder when this is all going to go down..." with that though a black horse and carriage came down my street, driven by a massive figure dressed in black and with a mask over his face. I said, "there it is I guess". They stopped short, right in front of my neighbors house. I saw through my neighbors big living room window, to see the nuclear christian family that lived there, sitting around in the room playing guitar and singing together. The driver of the carriage along with a short man, and a tall lanky butler dressed man, charge through the big window and just slaughtered the family. I tried shouting to them to ask if it's me they wanted....the butler man heard me turned around and gave me the "one moment" signal with his index finger, then continued inside my neighbors house to kill them. After they were done they came up to the end of my yard and urged me to come inside the carriage. It was the carriage of death. They were invisible to everyone else but me. I got inside the carriage and knew that they would take me to the place of my execution.


I woke up.

A few weeks ago I had a rather funny and complicated dream involving a man who has the ability to quickly open manholes from anywhere, on ANY surface, even on a concrete street. I suspect he used some sort of device to accomplish this and I think these manholes are possibly gateways to another dimensions/realities/parallel universe.

The man bears some resemblance to the actor mr. Christopher Lee (I made a small illustration depicting a manhole with mr. Lee in it). The man always wears a distinctive black hat. I was very surprised to see such magic (creating manholes out of the blue) and on one occasion I was able to follow him into a manhole because he wasn't paying attention. The manhole led me to a strange concrete complex with 6 or 7 machines. Each machine was capable of holding one person, but only a few were used. There was official looking staff overlooking some processes. There was one separate room which seemed to contain the oldest of all the machines in those spaces (some in the main entrance looked newer, far more advanced). The oldest machine held one man who was sweating. He was in some sort of a trance or dying.

Suddenly there was trouble with the machinery/some sort of supercomputer had failed/or some conduit had suffered from heavy power fluctuations. I could see electrical sparks coming from one particular room. The staff was not at all concerned with my presence, even though I was intruding the complex. Everyone was rushing to fix what was seemingly broken.

I never saw the man with the black hat again nor have I ever spoken with him. I don't know what the machines were used for. I could not recognise any of the electronics used but the machines depended heavily on it.



Has anyone had a similar dream like this involving manholes/gateways to other dimensions or perhaps even seen the man wearing a black hat that could open these gateways?

note: The manhole picture used is an artwork designed by the Indian sculptor Anish Kapoor, I used the picture to illustrate what I saw in my dream.