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Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I dreamed that I met Hypatia! Well, to be precise, it was like we had met before, and were discussing that meeting. We were in a comfortable little cabin with red wallpaper and white swirls, with lots of knickknacks, a cuckoo clock, framed embroidery, twinkling chimes, carved wooden animals. She made tea. I can't remember any details of the dialogue or previous meeting. It was weird, though because Hypatia isn't one of the 'active' members and I don't know her description off the top of my head like if she were, but the Hypatia in this dream matched the description in the participant list, skinny, light skin, long brown hair.

Dream 2
It was like something had drawn my dream self to the bridge, which the river had, once again washed out. I sat down and watched the water rushing by for a long time. Eventually I stood up and felt off balance somehow, and did a reality check. After I became lucid the temperature seemed to drop dramatically, and biting winds started up. I pulled a red square of cloth out of my pocket- I was wearing pajamas- and shook it out to an ankle length cloak with a hood. Pleased that that trick had worked according to plan, I hopped over the span of bridge that was missing and turned the corner. Now I was facing the moon- well, moons, there were two. I didn't really know what to do next. Whenever we got lucid, we were supposed to try to share dreams, right? From where I was, I wasn't sure how to go about that; I decided to walk to Azra's house. However, the road took an unexpected turn; confused, I walked up into the sky and found that everything about the terrain had changed. I fell out of the air and woke up.

Dream 3 was thoroughly confusing and involved boggarts, brownies, my mom the witch, and five feet of snow on top of it all.

2/15/2012
While doing the laundry, I find out the machine came with complementary detergent. I press the button to dispense it. I get one large and three small jugs of detergent.

A girl I haven't seem since elementary school whose name I like is in my English class.

My mom is sleep-talking something about being suicidal. It's kind of disturbing, but it's still just sleep talk. She sticks me with the dog for my vacation. It's a large white poodle that looks neglected (my mom hasn't actually got a dog).

I arrive at the hotel room with the dog and my bag. I just booked my flight for tomorrow after getting here, but there's something else I need to do. For some reason I need headphones, but the only ones I can find are broken. I'm sure I packed working headphones. I make a mess while I'm looking, pulling everything out of my bag, but I don't find them. All of my stuff is so unorganized. It really bothers me. I go out to see if I can find some new headphones to buy, but I don't find anything.

When I get back, my things have been moved and I find two other people in my room: a man and his mostly grown daughter. We talk about random things while I try to put my belongings in order. I tell them I am going to Hawaii and that I have a couple of friends that go to college there. They say "no way!" I try to tell them the name of the university my friends go to, but I can't remember it.

It occurs to me I forgot about the dog, and I don't see him anywhere. I find him in the bathroom. Apparently the hotel staff put him there while I was gone. The other two people in my room have a dog, too. My books got put on the shelves, which are collapsing, and my books are all mixed in with the hotel's books. Several stacks of books fall onto the floor. It really, really bugs me to see books in that condition, but I have too many things to deal with right now to fix it. There is so much extra stuff in this room that I can barely move. There is a set of coins on the table that I didn't put there. The hotel staff left a barrette and a bunch of other crap here (I can't tell if it's complementary, or they charge you if you take it- regardless, I don't want any of this junk). I'm trying to ditch the unnecessary Hawaiian shirts I packed and get my bag ready for the flight tomorrow. I haven't even gone through it and made sure I didn't leave a knife or something in there by accident, which I am always afraid of doing anytime I have to deal with airport security.

I wake up. Blah, what a nightmare, having so much to do and not enough time and everything got messier the more I tried to organize things. I have enough of that sort of stress with going to college. I could do without in my dreams

I fall back asleep.

I'm playing Minecraft. There's a skeleton glitching through the wall (in a corner). I was on the other side of that wall earlier. I try to kill the glitchy skeleton, but I destroy the wall instead. I quickly finish off the skeleton and try to rebuild the wall. I don't have enough stone or cobbles. I frantically look through what I do have, to see if I can find something to finish patching the wall with. I almost use coal ore blocks, but then I decide to use planks instead.

My memory of this part is so fuzzy now, but I know I was lucid. I realized I was dreaming, somehow. There was a guy in a red plaid shirt. I almost forgot it was a dream, walking past some wood tables and chairs, but I reminded myself that it is a dream. At the end, there is a girl with special powers. Everyone is, or wants to, hold her captive because they are afraid of her.

I think I woke up, but it may have been a false awakening. It feels like I'm in SP now. I'm lying on my back, unable to move. My body rotates (or, depending which way you look at things, the room rotates), and my legs end up going through the wall nest to my bed. My body keeps moving, and I end up going all the way through the wall.

I'm in a car. It's very vivid. I take a minute to admire the details: the feel of the seatbelt, the soft interior lining. Kiki (from Sluggy Freelance) is here. I get out of the car. It's parked in a parking lot with construction materials, on a bit of land mostly surrounded by a lake. I tell Kiki to come with me. She jumps out of the car and scrambles up my shoulder. Everything goes fuzzy.

I feel like I'm in SP again. There is a slight but uncomfortable pressure on my midsection.

Now I'm on a sort of rollercoaster. It's a track twisting all around a pole, over this shallow elongated pool of cheesy muckiness. I don't see a rollercoaster car that I am in, but I am going along the rollercoaster. It's like I'm pulling myself along the tracks. My point of view ought to be rotating as I'm going along this twisting track, but it doesn't. I get to the end of the twisty part of the track. Now it goes straight, but I've somehow ended up on the underside of the track. This isn't right.

After the weird track thing, I walk across a bridge. I'm walking down a corridor and see a kid with short platinum blond hair that has a bit that sticks up. He reminds me of Harry Potter. I turn left, walking in his direction. There's a door here, different from all the other doors along the corridor (this place feels like a dormitory). The one odd door looks like it could be sealed from the outside, like a vault. I open the door and look inside. A girl with long black hair is in there. They fear her because she is a summoner. She's my daughter? My alarm goes off.

6/26/2011
I am at a boarding school. Chris (a friend I haven't seen in a couple years) is there. He and I have some sort of argument but remain friends.

It is winter and snowy. We are having dinner at a special house. There are chocolate peanut butter cups. A girl there wants to get back at a guy in chem class, for some reason. She bakes a cake that gives unusual confidence.

Chris and I are at my room. I try to find the dishes I need to return to the house and to remember what dish I left there.

There is a large lake, and a metal bridge with hand rails goes over it. The weather is very stormy, and the bridge is constantly swaying. Chris and I try to cross, but we reach a place where the bridge turns into just a pipe with a couple ropes to hold for support. There is a wide, circular area in the bridge just before it turns into a pipe. There are two thick vertical poles blocking access to the pipe. I can't fit through them and going around would risk a fall. I stop Chris from doing something reckless, and we give up and go back.

We eat some of that confidence giving cake from earlier. It is intoxicating. We head back to the lake, but it's a trick. There's a demon swimming in the water below. I don't ever get a clear view of it, but it has tentacles, and I know it's deadly. The witches are trying to trick us into falling in. They get paid if they lure people into the lake. The demon offers sacrifices to some sort of god. The cake is witch magic as well, but the girl who made that isn't in on this scheme. I had let Chris go on ahead without me earlier, and I hurry and catch up to him in time to warn him about the lake. We fight the witches. I find a jar of stored trinket/spell things. I throw handfuls of them at the witch, but only succeed in making her fly. I dump the rest of the trinket spell thingies in the lake, thus ruining all the hard work they put into making them.

We head back to the dorms, which are more like a ski lodge than actual dorms. There are theaters in the dorms, and I get lost in them on my way back. I find my way to the house of the vaguely parental character, who is male and has long blond hair. I throw some residual witch-stuff out a window. The parental-type character takes pictures of me in a photo shoot sort of manner. I suddenly realize I am naked* and try to hide it.

Out of order bits: Chris has my walkman and I have the headphones. I run off, but he doesn't let go of the walkman, so I just have the headphones. I return later and demand he give me the walkman and candy back. He does, but is offended. I vaguely remember being in some sort of tech store at some point.

* I don't mean literally naked, but that is the closest I can approximate what I mean without going into a bunch of details that I don't want to go into right now.

the one was in an old house.....there was a sign outside that said how many rooms were taken....i think it was supposed to be a haunted house and they were trying to get people to see how long they could stay

the other was at a lake.....this guy took this thing (no idea what it was)....to the center of the lake and was eaten by a tentacle creature in the lake.....it threw me out when i tried to get to him to help him...i called him my dad but he wasn't my dad irl.......then i was on a bridge thing that was really long and went over the lake and this person pushed a button and i was supposed to go down hidden stairs to something.....i'm not sure what...but that person was leading me there and wanted something from me

This is a really old dream of mine, but it was more or less the first lucid dream I ever had.

I woke up from my bed (when I still slept in one) and stretched, scratched my ass, and opened my door. For some reason, I didn't walk down the hallway, but instead I just looked down it. Everything looked exactly how it was in real life. But as I lifted my foot to step forward, a large explosion went off. I closed my eyes from the brightness of the blast and felt the hot wind of it blow against me.

When I opened my eyes the floor of the hallway was gone entirely and it became a wooden bridge, which looked like something out of a trippy movie and was rickity as hell. The walls were missing as well, even though the ceiling was still there. On the left side, the wall became nothing but flames, which seemed to reach out to me and burn at my skin. The right side became nothing but clouds, as if I were looking at them from the level of the clouds, and it felt nice and calm.

I stared into the flames as if I were drawn to them, and then glanced at the clouds feeling calm. I reached out to the flames and felt them burn my hand. I then reached out to the clouds and felt their coolness. I walked out onto the bridge, which surprisingly held my weight, and faced the clouds. The flames burned my back, but before I could jump, which I wanted to do, I woke up.

It´s night time...

I´m in an observatory ...

F and I are in a place where geomagnetic forces ​​manifests... the ground is made of soft and loose dirt, and we walked over small, low wooden bridges that define between each other geometric floor openings, some bridges, between them, form land pentagons, other for land rectangles .... these figures are not formed on each bridge, but between bridges.

The bridges are equal in shape, and height.

I look up, and although this structure is outdoors, there is a "ceiling" of the same wood beams of the bridge, forming a dense web of beams, and through them I see the sky and the stars.
I explain to F what geomagnetic forces are, and we both jump to the pentagon-shaped piece of land between bridges.
This piece of land as a construction line through it ... wires of metal connect the bridges to each other.
I say to F: "Here, precisely, is where geomagnetic phenomena is generated... can you feel it?"
He is not convinced... I insist on my explanation a little more...

but it comes to my mind my real concern ... a comet or asteroid coming towards earth ... apparently I'm the only one to know that.

I have a sudden vision in the middle of this dream - I see a dark control room... T is in the room and complains to me that C F walked agains him.

He is really annoyed and angry with the situation, I'm glad with him being angry.

I return to the original dream and I keep walking, leaving the area of the geomagnetic manifestations way back, towards the main building.

The building is a long parallelepiped, made of white marble, and very large glass windows . As I walk I look up and see C M on the third floor going upstairs to the fourth floor. Beside him is a blond woman with a red dress. When he see´s me he stands still and both look at me.

I feel I have to disappear from their sight, and continue to walk towards the building.

I have a glass door in front of me, locked.

I make my identity authentication (can not remember if I pass the card or put a code) , the door opens.
I go through a series of service corridors and I end up in a kitchen. There are 4 or 5 "Cougars" there.

One is dressed in a black felt coat, has brown hair by the ears.

All of them are excited by my presence.
One in particular is more excited then the rest.

She is blonde, with hair to her shoulders, her lips painted red.
Froom the waiste up she is dressed with a bodice and from the waiste down she´s dressed with lingerie.

She´s the cook.

We (me and the cook) got out of the premises and go to a lingerie store that lies between a subway station and a Shopping Centre.

She puts her hand under my shirt,licking my belly, tasting it, saying something like this: "Yes, this is / will be good, very good."

Time travel. With people who looked like they lived in the 70s or 80s (what's the difference?). Bar. A suicide. Time dilation. Past affecting present. A room of... rabbits? Toy rabbits. That's what we use for time travel.

We went "back" and found we changed stuff. A girl who's supposed to live is dead/committed suicide. Jealousy. Depression.

Riverside Hospital at night. Eatery in Bacolod city. Front of Doctor's Hospital. Fish. Faded light. Faded yellow and black colors. Unsure of the food. Saw posters of Chowking on their exit. They said if I don't like their food, they can recommend another eatery, to help me.

Run. Chase. We were chasing, or being chased. We tried using a shuttle that we've tried using before, but won't work properly because we don't have a tool to use it. The tiny bridge worked. There were four of us, but it only allowed three. I stayed behind/got locked out.

As the shuttle started, I clung to the outside of the shuttle. It sped forward/up/down a dark tunnel. I can barely hold on, but I was able to. Then we spin really fast, and I almost flew off, but I was able to find a better grip. Then finally, it was about to enter a small "plastic" tunnel that can only fit the size of the shuttle. I let go and "landed" on the ground. I saw it was the "exit" of the shuttle, and saw smoke come out. My companions went out of the shuttle.

25 miles in only 1.65 minutes.

We were racing using the shuttle. There were other shuttles. We were about to cross a bridge. The water is high. A boat that usually passes under the bridge barely made it through. The water is high. Crossed (?) the bridge.

There was a large eerie castle completely black in the dead of night. It was composed of many thin, tall, rectangular sections with points erected at the tops of them. It was almost its own island in a large ravine, and the only way to it was a skinny crumbling bridge that was an extension of the edge of the cliff.

There was a stone or concrete wall on the cliff side of the bridge that snaked to the horizon and bent around to make a small room enclosed at one end buy a metal gate. The room was apparently a large shower and I was showering in there as people walked by. No one seemed to notice I was there and I didn't really care anyway.

At the top of the castle appeared my mom and a man my mother had dated irl, George. They looked down at me and even thought they were extremely far away I could see them and hear them like they were next to me, and I know the same was for them.

George started to talk to me and I watched as his gaze drifted to my naked body. I yelled at him to look me in the eye and he looked for a moment and then drifted again. I spent a good amount of the dream yelling at him getting more and more angry until I decided to leave. I walked to the gate and realized that it was unlocked. I thought it had been locked that whole time and was suddenly set back.

I continued to yell at George until I woke up.

Save the crocodile:
I was walking on a normal street, a few people were annoying me. I came acrosse a sandbox with a small bridge which turned into a pool with a few crocodiles. I fell into the pool and grabed one of the heavily injured crocodiles, and carried it with me. The same bridge suddenly extended over a vast see with an island in the iddle. Inside was a huge gate with an ridiculously huge room behind. I saw some sort ofbig endboss which I had to fight in order to save the crocodile.

Violation of natural laws:
I was in a complex of two buildings that sort of extended underground and were connected above the ground. There were thunderstorms all over the place but the clouds were just a few meter above the ground. The connection was flooded but rather than flowing down the water stayed up there. Down in one of the buildings I found an odd pyramid, I brought the top of it back into its original shape through some impossible geometric modifications.

Sort of lucid:
I was in my current home town and I have been fighting some people together with a few companions. Without reason I did an nose-plug RC and noticed I was dreaming, however I didn't understand at all what that means and just continued with the dream, being in a hazy state of mind.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

12-10-11 No real intentions, had quite an interesting day, but I was up early due to yesterday's perceptual dream so was fairly shattered.

“I know my hands can soothe your pain”

I am massaging Tenna, sat behind her, she is wearing black underwear and some trousers of beige and brown colour. We are placed on a wooden floor with pillows spread around the room, it is fairly bright in the room. I am focusing on areas that have been missed by the people doing her massage earlier. Which turns out to be somewhat painful for her.

In particular the right side of her neck is causing trouble and when I start working on this area she jolts and might even have reached out to grab me. but I continue slightly lending a hand in her back to support her. I somehow feel that I have to do it for her to get better. Though she is in pain she also likes having my hands on her body.

It turns into a sensual experience where I gently lie her down, though it is fairly annoying it is a hard wooden floor. I am trying to remove her trousers and she is helping a bit with this, but then we stop. She explains that she will go out and prep the room and make it a little more comfortable.

I wake up rather excited almost to the point where it becomes painful.
…............

“My snake and I”

I have bought a snake, a tree snake. I think to myself that it is a rather odd purchase considering I have a thing for venomous snakes. I am aware that it will have to actually chew on me in order to inject it's venom, but still it is loose in the apartment, having released it at some point.

It is a baby snake, very small and completely silver (unnaturally so) in colour. My flat is strange it is two fairly narrow rooms across each other on a hall way that is far longer than it needs to be. It seems dark in either of the rooms.

Looks a bit like this guy



Though emphasis on silver!

I regret having released the snake as it is making me on edge, so I spent a fair amount of time walking from one room to the other trying to figure out a safe method of catching this snake. I distinctly remember holding a large glass in one hand intending on luring it in there, though I am nervous about having my hand so close to the animal.

At one point the snake darts from one room to the other right next to me as I am standing in the hall way. I am not sure if it is because I have thrown some food in there or what it was. I remember it glinting with it's silvery colour.

Some way or another I end up catching this snake and I am carrying it on my body, not even sure if it is in a container or even if it is inside me.
….............

“Meeting in Cells”

I am sat in a room discussing the deployment of the cell group chat room. Mikkel J is there and he tells me that he want to help out, but seeing as he is not part of the group there is limited he can do so he is sort of left out, which he understands. There is someone else there that might be Floatinghead.
…............

“The guard got gunned down”

Two people are going to get kidnapped or have already been kidnapped and they are stuck in a cellar behind bars. There is an Italian guy, dressed in white, who is supposed to watch over them. They keep telling him that he and all of them are in danger, in fact they specifically warn him that he is going to die.

He does in fact die a couple of times throughout the dream and these scenarios sort of act as the visions the two girls are using to warn him with. The two people are a woman and a younger woman or girl.

The last time he gets killed you see 4 people in the room waiting behind the door and for the guy to walk downstairs to the cell. The cell in the cellar has a sort of a dungeon feel to it with rocky walls and there may even be a small stream running through the room. As the guard is walking down the stairs the four men attack and shoot him down with shotguns which results in blood spatter all over the place.
…............

“Handy legs”

Fragment of sitting in a sofa using my arms as an illusion for my legs towards someone, though I understand little of why.
….............

“Bridge to the new hood”

We are starting to use a new section of the city and it is connected by a rather large white marble bridge. At first though the bridge is very half circular, so much that it is too steep to get over it. However over the duration of the dream the bridge level off so it is possible to actually use it.

I get the feeling that the city is important, in particular the new section of it will come in handy.

The dream is longer but this is the only fragment that stands out to me.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

12-10-11 No real intentions, had quite an interesting day, but I was up early due to yesterday's perceptual dream so was fairly shattered.

“I know my hands can soothe your pain”

I am massaging Tenna, sat behind her, she is wearing black underwear and some trousers of beige and brown colour. We are placed on a wooden floor with pillows spread around the room, it is fairly bright in the room. I am focusing on areas that have been missed by the people doing her massage earlier. Which turns out to be somewhat painful for her.

In particular the right side of her neck is causing trouble and when I start working on this area she jolts and might even have reached out to grab me. but I continue slightly lending a hand in her back to support her. I somehow feel that I have to do it for her to get better. Though she is in pain she also likes having my hands on her body.

It turns into a sensual experience where I gently lie her down, though it is fairly annoying it is a hard wooden floor. I am trying to remove her trousers and she is helping a bit with this, but then we stop. She explains that she will go out and prep the room and make it a little more comfortable.

I wake up rather excited almost to the point where it becomes painful.
…............

“My snake and I”

I have bought a snake, a tree snake. I think to myself that it is a rather odd purchase considering I have a thing for venomous snakes. I am aware that it will have to actually chew on me in order to inject it's venom, but still it is loose in the apartment, having released it at some point.

It is a baby snake, very small and completely silver (unnaturally so) in colour. My flat is strange it is two fairly narrow rooms across each other on a hall way that is far longer than it needs to be. It seems dark in either of the rooms.

Looks a bit like this guy



Though emphasis on silver!

I regret having released the snake as it is making me on edge, so I spent a fair amount of time walking from one room to the other trying to figure out a safe method of catching this snake. I distinctly remember holding a large glass in one hand intending on luring it in there, though I am nervous about having my hand so close to the animal.

At one point the snake darts from one room to the other right next to me as I am standing in the hall way. I am not sure if it is because I have thrown some food in there or what it was. I remember it glinting with it's silvery colour.

Some way or another I end up catching this snake and I am carrying it on my body, not even sure if it is in a container or even if it is inside me.
….............

“Meeting in Cells”

I am sat in a room discussing the deployment of the cell group chat room. Mikkel J is there and he tells me that he want to help out, but seeing as he is not part of the group there is limited he can do so he is sort of left out, which he understands. There is someone else there that might be Floatinghead.
…............

“The guard got gunned down”

Two people are going to get kidnapped or have already been kidnapped and they are stuck in a cellar behind bars. There is an Italian guy, dressed in white, who is supposed to watch over them. They keep telling him that he and all of them are in danger, in fact they specifically warn him that he is going to die.

He does in fact die a couple of times throughout the dream and these scenarios sort of act as the visions the two girls are using to warn him with. The two people are a woman and a younger woman or girl.

The last time he gets killed you see 4 people in the room waiting behind the door and for the guy to walk downstairs to the cell. The cell in the cellar has a sort of a dungeon feel to it with rocky walls and there may even be a small stream running through the room. As the guard is walking down the stairs the four men attack and shoot him down with shotguns which results in blood spatter all over the place.
…............

“Handy legs”

Fragment of sitting in a sofa using my arms as an illusion for my legs towards someone, though I understand little of why.
….............

“Bridge to the new hood”

We are starting to use a new section of the city and it is connected by a rather large white marble bridge. At first though the bridge is very half circular, so much that it is too steep to get over it. However over the duration of the dream the bridge level off so it is possible to actually use it.

I get the feeling that the city is important, in particular the new section of it will come in handy.

The dream is longer but this is the only fragment that stands out to me.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking out on a sidewalk, near the top of a hill. It was daytime, and the sun was bright. I was walking past the stone gates of some kind of professional center. The gates had an arched entranceway.

One of my old friends, PD, walked out from the gates. PD was apparently dressed as a business professional. But she looked kind of horrible. She wore a grey skirt and a green blazer, with a white blouse that had some kind of old-style bow-tie on the front of it. Everything looked like it was from the 1970s.

PD's hair was also weird. It didn't look quite real. It was curly or crimpy. It looked wet, like after a shower, when a person's hair looks damp and a bit disarranged. But it also looked dry and dead, like the stringy hair of an animal that had been laying on the road for a while.

PD's face looked about the same, except that she may have had a tan, and that her face may have been a bit worn with age.

I called out to PD, kind of gently, since we were so close, and I was so awe-stricken at seeing her. PD said, "What makes you think you can just come up and talk to me after all this time? I don't want to see you anymore."

PD either got onto a bus or got into a white SUV, driven by some rich guy who had been waiting for her. I respected PD's desire not to speak to me.

I walked down the hill and found myself under a bridge, like a bridge for a highway overpass. The sunlight curved down under the shade of the bridge, making a warm little quarter-circle of light in a small space.

Some kids may have been skateboarding in that space of light. One of the kids may have had a red and white skateboard, with a design almost like the Coca-Cola logo.

Dream #2

I was watching an old film. The main thing about this film was actually the music. Some great composer from the early twentieth century had made this music. The film may have been a documented performance to accompany the music.

But what the film was was living footage of an actual event. The footage was from one of the World Wars, possibly WWII. The scene was some torn out space of land. The upper right area looked like a trench or a foxhole. But the whole area before the foxhole was a blasted out cavity in the ground.

Two or three men sat slumped on the ledge of the trench and the blown out space. Behind the men was a bright light. Some thick cloud of gas spewed out from behind the men and into the blown out space.

The way the men were slumped against the trench and each other, it was obvious they were dead. I assumed that the gas clouds I was seeing were poison gas, and that the men had been killed by it. I assumed their deaths had been very painful.

At some point the music built up to an ominous crescendo. I was trying to figure out why the composer of this music wanted us to watch the actual deaths of soldiers on the battlefield while we listened to his music.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

4:00

Prank on a train
On a train with some friends: Zilla, Evangelion, Raita... We're about to go on a long trip and I am feeling very tired, so I lay down on a 4-seat row and cover myself with a coat, decided to sleep. Raita is sitting right in front of me, occupying another 4 seats and he says he'll keep an eye on me and on my stuff. I say that I'll be off for at least 2 hours and he cuddles my hair a little bit to make me feel comfortable as I fall asleep.
When I wake up I freak out when I see a huge lock of hair, seemingly mine, in front of me on the floor. Someone pranked me during my sleep? My friends are not around me anymore. I touch my head trying to find where it was cut from, but I can't find any bald spot. Weird. So I just grab it, entangle it with a ribbon and put it in my bag, until I find someone who can explain me what that was about.

5:30

Tourism
With a group of friends again, Zilla is still among them, but now there are other faces: Analaurus and Badwolf, for example. We are visiting some sort of museum or monument and we exit to an enclosed atrium where we see the back of a renovated cathedral and a closed door to some sort of wooden tunnel bridge. We don't see any other way to get out of there. They wonder what this bridge is about and why it's closed if it's the exit and I say I remember seeing something like this on a temple in Tokyo, which granted direct access to the cemetery in the back, diverting people from the more touristic area when they just wanted to go to the cemetery and preventing the tourists to accidentally stepping into the cemetery. I don't think that's the exit we should be taking. So I go around the cathedral's walls and I find, hidden on a corner, a sliding glass door, guarded by two securities, so I call my friends. It was indeed the exit. Once outside, we go different ways and I stay with Analaurus and some other girl. As we walk down some suburban-like residential street, for no reason whatsoever I realize I'm dreaming! I turn to them and inform them we're dreaming and that I'm lucid. Analaurus smiles and says "Good for you! Don't waste this chance!"

Confronting the villain who has Manjushri sword
I smile back at Analaurus and say I just have to recall what is my latest assignment. I almost wake up then (and I almost woke up 3 or 4 times along the rest of the dream), but managed to come back from the limbo before really waking up. Once stable on the dream, I remember I was supposed to go back to the land of Aud, to the unknown village in the countryside where that guy kept the sword of Manjushri hidden in his property, which should be a castle with a guarded tower. Because my anchorage to the dream isn't the most solid, I decide to use the whirling teleportation technique instead of opening a portal. I whirl and when I stop I am at the entrance of the said village. It looks similar to Denn, in which the houses are mostly bright white, but here the buildings are less humble and some are actually pretty awesome. Many of them have towers. It reminds me of Bologna in RL, because of the number of regular houses with big towers on it. I think "It's going to be hard to find the one I'm looking for.", but it should be the bigger or the most impressive one, as this guy is sort of the richer and more powerful around here. I see a very tall pyramidal like wooden structure in the center of a square, composed of three legs supporting a small platform on the top - like some kind of watching tower - and I climb up one of the legs. From the top platform I look around for something unequivocal. That's when I see a hill behind me with a small castle on top. I immediately know it is there. I fly most of the way, but right at the end I simply climb the last bit of the hill, feeling the soil on my feet and hand.
I had planned to fly directly into the tower, to avoid the guards on the door, but I find the front door open and can't resist to sneak in. I don't see anybody. It may be a trap, but the inside of the fortress leaves me speechless and I just forget about any precautions. I go inside and explore it, going up the floors. There's an eerie atmosphere, dark yet luminous. Although there are walls and floors, they are made of a white metallic labyrinthine grid which emanates an invisible shield that fills the in-betweens, so we can see through it. The entire place looks like one big hollow building, despite the floors and divisions. Even the external walls are of this material, so we can see to the outside, although from the outside we see only a regular stone wall. I've reached what seems to be the top floor, which is totally empty and I'm looking through the wall to the outside, absolutely mesmerized, when I notice a dark figure passing by. I look around and see a guy dressed in black, long black hair, evaluating me from head to toes. He is immediately followed by the guy that I recognize as being my true rival. He is dressed in a black suit and looks a lot like the actor Daniel Craig. He is very calm, almost zen-calm and causes quite an impression on me.
He noticed I was impressed with the place, so he tells me the former owner was a guy with a phobia for closed places, who had a constant burning sensation in his body, so he needed to feel like he was always on open air with the breeze passing through. That's when I notice that I can indeed feel the wind blowing as if there were absolutely no walls. Marvelous technology.
Then he tells his assistant to spread the blue powder. I don't know what he is talking about, but when the guy throws a blue powder to the center of this room we're at, I notice the air shimmering and slowly the shape of a sword appears floating in the air, at the level of my eyes, roughly two meters away from me. The sword was hidden behind a camouflage shield and I would have never guessed if he hadn't shown me. He knows what I am coming for and he is interested in playing the game with me. We keep our 2 or 3 meters distance, still evaluating each other, not wanting to rush things up. Then his assistant hands him a sort of neck collar that also emanates a type of force shield and he tells me that if I accept putting in on my neck, he won't hurt me - he really doesn't seem to want to. I know that neck will totally immobilize me, so there's no way I accept the offer. He seems pretty convinced that I can't beat him, but I am pretty convinced that I can. He then asks me exactly who I am and why I want this sword so bad that I am willing to die for it. I tell him my story and then I reply that I do not intend to die. He says that if I'm so sure I won't die, at least someone will be killed in the end - he kinda insinuates without words if I want to carry that load around. But I don't feel any anger for him, I even kind of admire the guy. So I tell him I also don't intend to kill anybody. I will simply recover the sword to hand it back to its rightful owner.
Then I wake up.

7:30

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with a couple of "friends." One of the friends looked like a person who has attended a lot of the anime events I've gone to IWL. He's white, kind of pale, tall, with jaw-length, brown hair and eyeglasses. This friend was organizing some kind of theatre event. He had gotten me and my other friend to volunteer.

We had first been discussing the details of this event in some bar. The bar hadn't seemed very well-lit, and it also seemed a bit empty. Then we were discussing the details out on some hilltop, out on the driveway of a house in a residential part of town, probably in the kind of early morning.

The theatre friend said, "We'll have a lot to do. We'll barely have time to go home and go to bed at 11 AM, before we have to wake up at 1 PM and do the second show."

As I realized how much work my other friend and I had volunteered for, I saw, probably in my mind's eye, dark grey clouds rolling overhead. I told the theatre friend, "I don't think we can do both shifts. At least my friend can't. We didn't realized we'd be going all the way through 11 AM. And we already signed up to volunteer at another event. Your second show will overlap with that event. At least my friend has to go to this event."

At this point the friend I was defending may have been my brother.

I was now in a small theatre. It was either before or after a show. The theatre was only half lit. The stage didn't have any light on it at all. The area felt like a cafeteria in an elementary school's basement. The walls may have been sea green. The seating area was made up of folding chairs. There were a good amount of people sitting in the chairs. Some people were also milling around in the empty space behind the seating area.

I sat near the back row of seats and near the aisle. So I turned myself around to look at the people milling around in the back area. Most of the people looked pretty normal. But there were a couple of older black women wearing very flashy, dressy outfits. They stood out from everybody else and seemed to demand being treated in a very special way. They each sat in chairs against the very back wall, at some distance from each other.

One of the women wore a turquoise dress and hat. The dress seemed almost to have been made out of a crepe material. The hat had a big, round, kind of floppy brim. My theatre friend immediately came up to the woman and started saying all kinds of nice things to her. But I could tell he was trying to get something out of her. So I telepathically told her to watch out for the man.

We were now watching a movie which was supposed to be Back to the Future. There were a few scenes, kind of randomly put together, which gave the feel that the movie was more about a group of kids working together to create a time machine than anything having to do with Doc Brown or Marty McFly.

One of the scenes showed Amy Irving, like she looked in the Brian DePalma version of Carrie. The view was of the girl's face, framed in a misty circle, looking up toward some kind of blue, moonlight, garden light and singing some kind of rock song. The girl's eyes glowed bright blue or green. I liked the girl's glowing eyes and the rock song a lot.

There were also a couple of scenes, apparently from the future, showing some kind of time travel bridge being built. The scenes were all in some kind of way overexposed, really pixellated video. The coloring was almost black and white. But it was more like the sky was all colored brownish-grey, while all the solid bodies were pure black silhouettes.

The bridge was somehow being built backwards. I watched (maybe through time lapse?), the "tracks" (?) of the bridge being built backwards through a frame of standing columns. It seemed to be in a mountain setting. I then watched a similar process near an ocean shore. This bridge had a sign over it, kind of in an old, Coca-Cola-esque style. It said something like "B-Way Bridge" or "B'Way Bridge."

I then woke up in my room. I stood up and looked down at the floor. Something seemed not quite right about my room. I walked really slow. I could hear my breathing rushing though my head, like I was wearing a space helmet.

Something seemed really weird about my floor, like it was made out of grey-painted concrete, especially where the floor met the wall. I then saw that my table was pushed away, at least 33cm away, from my wall. I thought it was possible that I could have pushed my table away from the wall. But not that far away.

I looked up and noticed that the walls in my room were now painted green. Some of the walls were a dark, pine green, while at least one of the walls was a slightly lighter shade.

I told myself, "Well, obviously I'm dreaming. My walls aren't green in waking life."

I figured since I was dreaming I would try to fly out of my house and out and around my neighborhood, to see what kind of views I could gather. But I must not have been totally lucid. I went flying toward my bedroom "window," which was actually a thick, ornate, wooden wall. This didn't seem to register with my "lucid" mind at all.

I was about to penetrate through the wall when something stopped me. A very polite woman's voice spoke to me through telepathy. It said, "We're sorry, but at this moment we cannot access the outdoor scene you would like to experience. Would you like to have a Gothic lucid dream instead?"

I said, "Oh, well, yeah, okay. That sounds nice." But I didn't want to have a Gothic lucid dream. I just wanted to go outside, into my neighborhood and gather data on the environment. I think I was thinking that I was having an out of body experience as well as a lucid dream, and I really wanted to gather some hard evidence of it. So I was disappointed that I couldn't get out there.

Dream #2

I stood inside a room, looking out to some area like a dock on a river. It was a nice, sunny day. The dock area was all a kind of beige-white concrete. A man was out working in front of two cars. The two cars themselves seemed to be junked. They also seemed to be wrapped up in coppery brown garbage bags, or in adhesive tape with the coppery brown color of VCR cassette tape.

The cars were parked one in front of the other. Either the hood of the front car was open, or else the windshield of the front car was completely missing. A huge object like a leather suitcase, possibly also all wrapped up in tape, was jutting out.

The suitcase-like object was open, revealing the snout and tip of the jaw of what appeared to be a gigantic lizard. Just given the size of the snout and jaw, the head of this creature must have been taking up the entire interior of this car! The jaw had leathery-looking, brown scales all over it.

I was now outside, near the cars, even though I could no longer see the dragon's head. I was with another man, but not the man who had been working outside while I had been inside. That man had been like a dock worker. This man was a wealthy business man. He was really tall and strong. He carried himself well. He wore a nice suit and a clean, beige overcoat.

I came to understand that the dragon had been killed. The cars were used as containers for transporting the dragon's body. Nobody had thought dragons existed. But this dragon had been discovered by accident. Possibly it had emerged from the sea.

Luckily the dragon had been killed before it could kill anybody. But people were (or I was?) worried that there were a lot more of these dragons, and that it wouldn't be so easy to kill them every time they posed a threat.

I told the man that this whole thing seemed to have been foreseen in a science fiction book written by a Russian man. I tried to tell the man the author's name. It was something like Gogol or Sergei. Finally I settled on one of the author's names, possibly his first name, being Selkei.

I saw a view of the book I'd bought (which seemed to have the name Selkei as the second name). The book was paperback. The cover was kind of glossy. There were a lot of swirly, black and white stripes all over the front cover and on the first few pages of the book.

The author was apparently either from the early twentieth century, like from the 1920s, or else his life was so impoverished in the late twentieth century that it was like he lived during the 1920s. But his sci-fi writings had a lot of subversive political content, and a lot of it seeemed to have been really prescient.

The man with me may now have been closer to me. We were still out on the dock -- or out on some shore cliff -- but we stood behind some kind of screen-like display, like a big text display at a museum. The man told me, "You just go into places, like bookstores and libraries, and you seek out these guys, don't you? You don't know who they are. But you know what you're looking for. And you find them.

"But people think, when they see you with all this stuff, that you've stolen it somehow. They don't understand the work you've made to discover it. They just think you've stolen it all.

"This book, for instance --" The man and I turned toward some kind of black, basalt cliffside as the man opened up a wide, short book full of pages that looked like coloring book bages. The pages were all colored in. They had drawings on them reminiscent of Henry Darger. But they were apparently supposed to have been by William Blake.

One drawing showed a little girl, colored pale peach and in a pale yellow dress, against a maroon-colored hillside. The drawing looked kind of crude, and the girl seemed very lonely, especially in the context of a Darger-like drawing such as this.

I wasn't figuring on being able to remember any dreams from last night because I had a fairly potent margarita with my dinner. But I do remember bits and pieces of it:

I'm outdoors somewhere with some frineds of mine from work. And I'm carrying some kind of handheld device which lets me see things the others can't. We seem to be in some sort of competition with another group of guys from work and one of them (a guy I work with named Wade) is carrying a similar device. We seem to be driving on some kind of circular track. My team is driving counterclockwise, while the other team is driving clockwise. Or maybe it's just me and Wade who are driving, because I remember looking through the device and being able to see him coming at me. I'm unclear on what the rules of the race are.

In another dream, I find myself driving along a road approaching a 90 degree turn to the left which leads to a long bridge. It's been raining and there is water flowing over parts of the road as the water rises. I'm wanting to cross the bridge and get to the other side before the water gets too high and I am unable to cross.

Sidenote: This bridge scene has appeared in my dreams quite a few times in the past. I don't recall it being a bridge that I've ever seen in waking life, but in my dreams it feels as though it's a familiar sight.