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23:30 GMT - Sleep

Friends visiting and kid gets hurt
I’m in a home I feel it’s mine but only has some similarities to my real home. I’m at the balcony, that in reality is on a 3rd floor but in the dream it looks like 1st floor and has direct access by stairs to the street. In front, instead of other buildings there is a huge landscape with green hills and sparse houses. At distance I see a group of friends, but i can only recall who was one of them (H.E.). They see me and we wave at each other. They decide to come to visit me. We express lots of joy when we meet, but then they surprise me by saying they’ve been there before when I was not present. I ask “really?” and they say “Sure, and A.G. even stayed behind. Didn’t you see him inside the house?” I was embarrassed thinking that he might have been hiding and saw me undress and talking to myself. But then they say they are just kidding and I say it wasn’t funny.
Later at dawn there’s a big fuss going on under my balcony, on the street. I go look and apparently some kid had an accident while playing and is losing a lot of blood – it seems he cut or lost his ear, but I’m not sure. An ambulance is already coming and lots of people are taking care of him, so I decide to close the window and go inside. But I think my action didn’t please my neighbours and I hear them saying nasty things, like I don’t care if the kid is ok or not.

Cat possessed by a spirit
The next day I receive a visit from my dad, my two uncles and one aunt. They are on the kitchen that connects directly to the living room. It then that I realise this house is actually much more like the beach house of a friend of mine. On the living room I find my black cat but with him are two other cats and the most striking is that one of these cats which is also black, he’s a bit old and has some injuries, namely one ear missing (what a coincidence – a cat-dream-reincarnation of the kid of the dream-night before).
When the visitors leave, then something surreal happens. In the living room I find this demon or spirit which I can only sense but not really see. He is cloud-like and when in contact with it I feel it’s intentions. I just have time to grab a plastic bag and close it very tight (cool, catching spirits with a bag, reminds me of Ghostbusters). As if it was some insect, I decide to take it outside and then close all my windows so it won’t come inside again (silly). But when I arrive at my second balcony on the back of the house, there’s an helicopter landing on it and with all this commotion going on, I realise I left the spirit out of the bag.
I run the house looking for it and I find my cat, possessed by the spirit! He looks demonic and ready to cause some damages. But with love and patience I approach the cat and I think I calm him down (don’t remember more.)

Brussels on a hurry
I was in Brussels, inside a taxi and upset that this time I had no time at all to enjoy it. I was passing an avenue and saw the theatre/opera which strangely looked more like Berlin than Brussels, but ok. I was thinking of some invitation from friends who were going to see a play and I couldn’t go because I was on my way to the airport, already leaving. Even the hotel where I stayed was amazing and I had no time to stop and simply enjoy it. I was sad and a bit frustrated. [I am actually going there next month, so we’ll see if it’s just work and no enjoyment or not.]


2:00 GMT – 1st waking

Undefined
As soon as I move to write it down, it fades. I vaguely remember looking at some charts with hollow olive-green circles and something about magic.

4:00 GMT – 2nd waking

Talking about gurus and peeing myself
I met my high school girl friends, with whom I don’t speak for so long. There’s a huge distance (emotionally speaking) separating us and they are talking with each other, excluding me from the conversation. Until I hear them talking about their spiritual journeys and realise that L. is very interested in my guru, although she has no clue he is my guru. I tell her and this breaks the ice. She wants to know more. We hang around a bit and then head to a toilet - I go to the toilet every night, probably because I really go to the toilet every night in RL. The toilet seat is very high and when sitting there I pee all over the place because I can’t sit straight on this thing – it’s embarrassing! A cleaning lady comes at the right time and I tell her it was not my fault. She is aware of the toilet problem and even helps me, showing me a shower where I can clean myself. Then I finally leave the toilet with my friends, but it’s not easy because meanwhile a huge crowd of ladies is going in and out of it. (What a stupid dream...)

War (again)
I’m with my friend R. (from the previous group of girl friends) in a trench. She is dressed in military uniform from WWII with one of those metal helmets on her head. Behind us is a tank shooting at some wall in front of us. My friend is getting to adventurous and gets out of the trench heading to this wall. Not only she is danger because of the enemies, but she is on the way of our own bombs. I see she has some idea but I have no clue what could be. I see the bombs exploding closer and closer to her I also get out of the trench and move towards her to get her back in a safe place when one bomb falls right by her side and we are projected in the air. Magically none of us get seriously hurt and then I hear some off-voice commentating that in reality this wouldn’t be possible and explaining all the physics behind it to prove his point. (I felt I was inside a war documentary.)

Reptilians
I was with my parents at the airport. I had just arrived from somewhere (probably Brussels, from that other dream before). We were sitting on a cafeteria, talking, and I had this itch in my eye that was getting worst and worst. I looked on some mirrored surface what was going on and I had this awful irritation. After a while my iris was all black and I had this internal jelly-like extra lid - like cats have. I thought it looked like I had reptilian eyes, but I didn’t say anything, because my father would not understand or would think I’m crazy. But he left the table for a while and I told my mother what was on my mind. She then told me she had had the same exact problem a few days before and it occurred to her the same exact idea. No way! Then we were discussing that maybe we are reptilians without knowing and about if that would even be possible. I mean, this would prove that they aren’t all evil heartless cold blooded creatures, but that they are actually normal people or that many of us are actually unknowing reptilian-human hybrids!

Two dreams intertwined, soup kitchen and a stalker
I’m still with my parents at the airport but nobody is coming to serve at the cafeteria. My father comes back and tells us that we must go to a desk on the opposite side from where we were to get the food. It happens that this was in fact a soup kitchen for the poor. Then I had two dreams overlapping and I was two characters at the same time, with different stories – my own RL and some DC.
So I was on the queue to get the food when some girl putting potatoes on the plate found strange that I was there and asked me if I was really poor. I said I wasn’t starving but that I was a single working mom and my baby was staying with his grandma and that we had food but we also needed to save money for other expenses with the baby and I had in fact got stamps from the social services to eat there. Although none of this is true in my real life, I wasn’t truly lying. I could actually see the baby in my mind and know that he existed in my life and the story was real. But at the same time I had doubts – didn’t I just arrived by plane from somewhere? Wasn’t I here with my parents? The girl believed me and went back to get even more potatoes.
Then I notice a guy leaving the queue and exiting the place. He tries to do it unnoticed but I have a glimpse of him and I recognise him as this guy that stalked me for some time (in RL). He knows me (the real me) and I got scared that he knows I’m not poor 8the me that’s not poor, I mean) and he probably is feeling upset to hear my dream me telling this story that for him isn’t true. I imagine that he is waiting me outside somewhere to hurt me. Or maybe he knows my new address and is there lurking, waiting my arrival. I feel worried and try to get company to go home with me.


5:40 GMT – 4th waking

Lucid in the city and Goldberg machine!
I’m walking in a city, it looks like Lisbon, but could be anywhere. I pass in front of a grocery store and they have those supermarket freezers with no doors on the sidewalk. I think “what a waste of energy” and stop to look at the leafy green vegetables and salad dressings they have on it. Then for some reason I become lucid. Oh well, what am I going to do?, maybe fly. I fly around the city, really trying to shock the DC, but as usual, they don’t find it strange that I’m flying and I get bored. Let’s try something I’ve never done before: fireballs in my hands. I make a wish, I visualise, I do my best, but nothing comes out, just a bit of smoke. I feel frustrated and try harder. This time a new set of fingers grow in the palm of my hand, imitating a flame, which is very funny and original but clearly not what I had in mind. I shake it away and they are gone. Before I lose lucidity I decide to fly a bit more, this time to above the city, to see the world from up there as I’ve done before. Unfortunately this night I’m not managing to fly much higher than the city buildings and taller trees. Luckily on top of a tree I find a wooden platform and discover a whole circuit between the trees and city buildings, made of platforms, suspended bridges, ropes and lianas and I decide to follow it. Not only it might be amusing, but I wonder if by doing it it will help me loose these fears of doing it in RL. At some point it even get dangerous, because I have to cross some place with high-voltage wires just hanging on ropes – I start to forget that it’s just a dream and feel a bit fear. Then I end up in front of this amazing 3-storey high box-like construction and wonder what it is. I figure out it is some kind of Goldberg machine and equate if I go inside it or not, when some chair falls down and the whole thing starts to fall apart – jets of water, hanging objects falling, etc. Three guys, laughing their asses off and all wet, come out of it. They were inside it and had lost the game. It was a team game: they had to solve some kind of puzzle, but as they go on, they start running out of options and one wrong movement can start the machine, ending the game. Apparently they were there for hours, thinking about the next move, when one made the wrong move, collapsing it. All of a sudden, puzzles and chess games look so démodé. Then I can't keep the dream on and I wake up.

6:55 GMT – Wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have been having the possibility to sleep longer, which compensates the constant awakenings during the night to write down my dreams. Still, I feel a bit tired as sometimes I wake every hour or so. My wish to recall dreams is programming my mind to wake up frequently to record them.


23:00 GMT - Sleep

Work meeting
I’m at a meeting. Tables form a hollow square and I just sit in the first available place as I’m late and it already started. It’s an NGO meeting arranged by one of my former bosses. There’s some important reason why I was invited, but I can’t recall. He sees me arriving and feels a bit disturbed. Then a gap.

Feeling sick
All of a sudden I am sitting in a small table with food. There was someone else sitting with me but not anymore. I am on a hurry and I eat fast. Then I feel extremely sick and feel like puking. I run to the toilet, it is disgustingly filthy, but I want to puke, so who cares. When about to do it, I get better and don’t arrive to do it. Two ladies that were on the toilet ask me if I’m pregnant. I say I don’t think so and that I’m just sick. Then it looks like everything is balancing back and forth and I wonder if I’m on a boat. Then a girl appears (maybe she was with me before?) supposedly to help me but just says some mockery about me being sick.

3:06 GMT

Thoughts about having a baby
Maybe following the previous dream in which someone asked me if I was pregnant, I remember some dream in which I was thinking/considering or imagining myself having a baby. It was more a thought than a dream.

Priest and a talent show
Very sketchy dream that I feel it was going on for some time but I only recall that a lady was being invited by a priest to come to Rome for a show. First I felt that this lady was my mother, but the content of the dream doesn’t match her in anything. He was looking for someone with a special talent to star on some fairground show and this lady was very colourful and musically talented. Then he reinforced the invitation saying he wanted her to be there not for just one show, but indefinitely. Weird that a priest would also be a talent hunter...

4:08 GMT

Politician
Just recall that I was trying to reach some politician and someone helps me getting inside the parliament or congress and I’m on the corridors looking for the right office.

Mom ironing
My mother is ironing some clothes and the cat wants to play with her.

Award ceremony
Some award ceremony scene, like the Oscars.

Visit to aunt and my mom’s cat
I park my car under a bridge close to my aunt’s I. home (where I don’t go since a teenager). It’s night and it’s a creepy place, so I keep my eyes very open to eventual robbers behind the pillars. A lady seems distressed about some cat she thinks is in trouble, not able to descend from a roof. I go to the place to check but after a while the cat jumps down, so all’s fine. Then I keep going and see my mother close to my aunt’s garage door, our meeting point. She also brought her cat with her, which I don’t think it’s such a good idea. It’s a crazy unpredictable cat that gets scared at anything. But she says she’s taken him for a walk before and I trust her. The problem is that the cat decides to hit the middle of the road and I see cars coming. I freak out and run to shoo him away from the road. He does and hides under something on the other side. After the cars pass I go get him and he is so scared that he is totally peaceful and sweet – usually he is like a Tasmanian devil ) It was nice to cuddle him, even if it is only possible in dreams, LOL.

6:00 GMT

City of museums
I’m going down a street with my mother in some foreign country and unknown city. This particular street is amazing, with dozens of museums of art, antiques, archaeology. Impressive buildings. We decide we can’t visit them all but at least the last one on the street catches our attention. It’s modern art and inside I remember see this big mosaic pictures representing the elements of the periodic table. I remember clearly the Pb one (a clear derivation from a conversation I had the day before, about an ass as heavy as lead, LOL). At the museum shop there were for sale cute wind up toys and I try one out, breaking the coil spring inside. I try to fix it but it only gets a little better. I behave badly and try to get away with it, but a friend of mine comes out of nowhere and picks the same toy to try it out. I fear she is going to figure out I broke it, but she doesn’t say anything. I still feel guilty and when leaving a security guy blocks me and my mom’s exit. But of course it wasn’t because of the toy – he had seen her taking pictures with flash and also we were carrying backpacks, which is not allowed in the museum (somehow at the entrance they had failed to check that). But that’s all and we leave.

7:19 GMT

Freaky countryside pension with a secret
I’m staying at a countryside pension, a very old looking and typical construction but I don’t know of which country. Small wooden doors and windows and very low roof which I realise it’s because the house goes below ground level, so we need to descend some stairs to get inside. When we enter we go directly to the kitchen which is also like common/living room, large and spacious. To go to the rooms section we need to climb 2 or 3 steps at the right side close to the back of the room.
I feel I am here as part of a group of tourists/excursionists and everybody left already. The owners are also leaving and closing everything behind them. But for some reason (I don’t remember what had happened before) I am suspicious of something going on and I want to go inside the house when they’re not there.
So they leave and I go back and get to enter the place. But all of a sudden the lady owner appears, with very menacing look on her face. She wants to know what I am doing there. I say my backpack is too heavy and that I came back to leave a few things behind or I won’t be able to hike around all day as expected. She weighs my backpack just to check if I’m not lying with all my teeth, but luckily the thing is really heavy and I take a few things out and leave them on the kitchen table. I leave.
Some other day I was in the room with my boyfriend and we start kissing passionately. I throw him on the floor and want to make love to him, but behind the door there are lots of voices and I know someone might enter the place at any moment, so I refrain myself.
On even some other day I am finally alone in the place, waiting for some fellow guests to arrive and I open the door for them. I guess I finally found what I was looking for because I am drawing a scheme of this symbol that I guess I found somewhere and means something important. It’s like a 3-leafed clover and the top leaf has a heart inside it and there are things written inside every leaf. That’s all I can remember, because it was too detailed.

8:00 GMT – Wake up

My mom, Uncle Nick, and I had dinner at a restaurant. As I was expecting, my Uncle Nick ordered a pretty expensive drink. Next thing I know, I'm in a big city in Molokai (which is strange because in real life, Molokai is only made up a few towns and not many people.) There were bridges, skyscrapers, the whole deal. The next scene I remember, I'm back in the house I previously lived in, in New York. My mom and I put our cat Chanel on top of these strange large sheets of paper, each dedicated to a specific Hawaiian Island. She walked around on them, and it seemed to make it feel like she was actually walking on the island itself. I didn't want her walking all over Lanai so I took her off of it. I got out of the house and walked across the street, and I noticed a semi-secretive watch-house, which has cameras pointing directly at my house. I did not feel comfortable entering, so I moved on to the next house, which happened to be Carol's house... I walked in and I saw tons of my friends from here (Hawaii) inside. I was curious as to why so many were in there, turns out, some billionaire was in the house. I saw him, but I didn't go crazy over it. Then all of a sudden, someone asked where Carol's mailbox is, so I mentioned that it was to the right of the driveway. Then all of a sudden, some kid starts nagging on me about how I made these YouTube videos in 3rd grade about geography lessons and they were boring. Later, I log on my computer and I see that there actually are geography videos I made on YouTube, and also another video with some of my friends saying "Hi!" Then I realized that I left my Sidekick cell phone in Carol's house 3 years ago, so I ran back in and I checked under one of the chair cushions.. sure enough, there it was! The internet loaded up right away, and I was worried that my parents would be charged for the bill. Next door to Carol's house was an Ice Cream Shop. I went with one of my friends, and immediately walked out after seeing how unpleasing the ice cream looked. Later on, I was in an arcade (I don't remember how or why I came here) and I decided to play DDR. I start playing, and some song is already preselected, and it's DIFFICULT. I did terrible and failed on the last few arrows pretty much, and some kids were making some side-comments. So, I started the game again, and I played Fantasy by Melissa (on heavy) but I forgot to speed up the arrows. Now it was very difficult, because the arrows just came in cluttered groups, but for some reason.. I hit all of the arrows. My feet were moving rapidly on all of the arrows, and I was doing great. But for some reason, I was hitting most of them early, and it was counting them.

I've been really, desperately wanting to try the whole CAT method for a few months now, it seems relatively easy in that my whole day doesn't need to be completely consumed with lucid dreaming and reality checks.

In reality it is a lot, lot harder to get up so early. And I should know this. I have tried for years to get up earlier, to no avail. I was driving home from work today, though, listening to a Brian Tracey speech and one of the things he said was:

Determine what it is you want, and determine the price that you are willing to pay to get what you want...

Well, I guess that's it. If I'm still thinking about lucid dreaming after all this years of little to no success, obviously I want it. The question now is that if the price to pay for having lucid dreams is achieving it with the CAT method: am I willing to pay that price in getting up early?

Getting up as early as many people do anyway?

Okay, well, here goes nothing. I commit myself to getting up at 6:30am tomorrow, lucidity here I come...

10/18/2009

Red Dragon Tattoo

I'm at the tattoo parlor and I'm talking to someone about a piece and I see a mural on the wall and they said it was about that big. (I know, makes none sense.) Then I hear my sister calling me from another room. I run to a back room and yell at her to leave me alone, then I get on the phone and text maybe to update Twitter (which I don't use, but Andrea does) or Facebook that Red Dragon Tattoo is a madhouse.

Mexican Wedding Cookies

I'm walking around somewhere in a downtown-ish area in what seems to be another country abroad. I walk into this side door off the street and find that it's a bakery. I look into all the display cases one by one to find something to eat. (I'm really not a big fan of pastries and sweet stuff anyway.) I see against a wall a display of donuts, but I don't want them. Then I see a guy behind the counter making something. I tell him I want some Mexican wedding cookies. At the same time I say this another guy is telling the guy behind the counter the exact same thing! So the guy makes some for us and I taste one. It's like cinnamon sugar. (I've never had a Mexican wedding cookie in my life.) I take my bag of them and dip out of the bakery and into another place. I hide the cookies in a drawer and Andrea comes in. I tell her there's a surprise in the drawer for her. I'm really pleased that I got her these cookies because they're her favorite.

Crazy Cat

(I've been complaining a lot lately that my kitten Charlie doesn't like me.) I'm in a neighborhood that seems like my parent's neighborhood. I'm at someone's door talking to them and I look into their yard and it's not grass, it's all plants like Pansies and other assorted plants... but they haven't blossomed yet. I have no idea what this nondescript person and I were talking about, but then I go into the backyard to chase this cat I see. I pick him up and he's all lovey dovey, then he gets crazy mad at me and jumps out of my arms and runs away. (Andrea said to me that someone else Twittered that they had the same dream last night, too... peculiar.)

Jay on the Phone

(This was Andrea's dream last night... she thinks I may have been talking in my sleep about this and that's why she dreamed this. She thought for sure my phone was ringing all night!) She's in the bedroom and she hears me on the phone yelling at my friend Jay that he'd better do his homework because I'm not going to do it for him and it took me eleven hours to do it!!! (I told Jay and he said "lol tell her she may not have been dreaming! This weekend I had Thursday and Friday off school for fall break and have been doing mad amounts of Spanish homework, so my theory is that the 11 hours figure came from Andrea subconsciously counting how long I was doing homework for. Call me crazy, but I think it's possible.)

All I remember is that I was playing Minecraft with Tobias. I think I was wondering how to get snow.

Holy fuck. I just remembered the main thing that happened.
I was studying in the physics computer labs (technically I'm not meant to be there because I don't study physics anymore, but it's kinda a cool place to be. I went to use the Macs for fun, because I haven't used a Mac for ages. There was some guy there. He was trying to help me somehow and he was being really nice about it. I thought that was pretty cool, but for some reason I was wary of him.
I can't remember what happened for a while here.
Somehow we were in his car which was a 4WD, driving home to my place in Australind. We parked at the top of the driveway before the gate when he started making moves on me. I won't go into the details but psychologically for me, it was pretty scary and messed up. I got away fine though; he still had his pants on when I managed to break free of his grip and make it through the door of my house where my family was. I was in (or was close to) a state of tears as I stumbled through the door, and so shaken up. My mum didn't react as immediately or as strongly as I thought she would. She seemed only slightly concerned. I think I was going to cuddle up to mum but I didn't. I think my sister attended to me first, but even then no one seemed that concerned about what had just happened to me.
I couldn't seem to do much after that. I tried to hug some dream character but it was pretty hard to do and I would start crying and getting frantic and try to back away.
I don't know what happened to the dude. I was talking to my parents about reporting him to the police, but they were like (and I also thought) "no you probably shouldn't because you will get into trouble too because you weren't meant to be in those physics labs" (plus there was something else involving him that I did that I wasn't meant to do I think)
I recall going over who I should tell about what happened. I think I thought that I shouldn't tell some people so that I didn't worry them.
Crazy shit
Note that nothing like this has ever happened to me IRL. But I guess this dream kinda served as a reminder for what stuff DOES so unfortunately happen all the time and to be wary of that.

On another note,
I entered some competition with Sarah and Maria where we had to make something really creative in a short amount of time. The woman that was timing us said "ready, set, go!", and that's when I found out that we were given a bowl of ice cream and we had to decorate it as creatively as we could.
All the decorations were weird lol. Like, sparkles and fur and stuff like that xD suddenly we weren't decorating an ice cream as such, because the ice cream had melted down into some mat. I tried to make this cat thing but it wasn't working out. Maria was also making a cat and it looked really good. I don't know who the winner was.

There was another part where there was a wealthy man and his children thought he should die so that they could take his money, and this they did.
Lol, why are my dreams so dark and malign?
Oh yeah, the place that the wealthy man lived in had something to do with Minecraft as well, haha. I think it was made of blocks.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It started off in my old bedroom; it was very dark throughout the room, and no light was pouring in through the windows to aid my vision. I was sitting on my double-size bed, and then I suddenly fell backwards into a dark void. It was pitch black and I could hear faint humming, but I couldn't discern what it was coming from. I was floating up and down for a long time, and looking at myself from a third person perspective. I also saw my bedroom, and taking up almost a quarter of the room, mostly on top of the bed, was the void. It was dark and floating like a cloud of smoke.

My perspective changed back to first person, and I was hailed by a voice. "You're going to do as I say, or else you'll stay here forever. Do you accept?" I nodded, "yes".

I was back in my room in that instant, sitting on my bed again. There was a shadow, almost in the shape of a child, on another double bed in front of me. I looked at it, squinting a bit. "You're going to harvest some things for me," it told me. The voice was almost like one a little girl would have.

I then found myself along the side of a stucco house, surrounded by large pine trees. There was a lot of real-looking snow on the ground, but it wasn't cold even though I was kneeling down in it. I was with another person, also being told what to do by the shadow. He was slightly older than me, and was wearing a hoodie and dark blue jeans. We were both sitting in front of a tiny tree with blue Christmas baubles hanging from it. I held out my finger and a spark of blue light came from it, traveling in a straight line. It hit one of the baubles and it started glowing, changing shape. When the glow vanished, it was in the shape of a small steel ring. I took it and pocketed it immediately. We spent the next few minutes of the dream doing this.

Then, I was back at the house, in my bedroom. The shadow looked like it was holding out its hand, so I handed it the rings, but they dropped right through it and onto the bed. "You idiot," it told me angrily. "You don't have as many as I asked for."

I became aware that I was dreaming, but not enough to change the plot, control the shadow, or do pretty much anything. I failed to control my anger at the shadow so I began to speak even though I felt it would put me back in the void. I had to try. "Listen," I said to it, "I don't know what you are. But you're a horrible creature that instead of going out there and doing things yourself, makes other people with lives do them! I should put you in a void, see how you like it.

I almost thought I could hear sniffling, but the shadow didn't move or shift. "Sorry," it said softly, and vanished.

I was in my house, but there was a robot in the kitchen, one of those probe-types that would go into uncharted territory. Something is wrong with it, acting funny. A bunch of DC's are there trying to figure out what is the problem. There seems something sinister about it. My cat keeps wanting to go in the garage and lick this weird substance in there. I keep taking her away from it, but she keeps finding ways to go back.

Either the robot goes into the garage, or my cat, not sure. But it licks the green goo on the floor and starts mutating. I lock the door and hurry outside. There is a kiddie pool there with people (same people?) swimming in it. I shout the robot is mutating (cat?). They look back and start screaming. There are tentacles coming from the garage window, sliding down the side of the house, but they are striped like a candy cane (wtf?) I hop the fence and start running through the neighbors yards, and a blond girl is with me. We seek refuge in some guy's house, who's home, and turns out to be a weirdo who makes ritual sacrifices. I remember the interior of his home was in all red carpet and gold accents. He catches the blond girl, but not me. I run and hitch a ride on the roof of a moving RV . The guy inside is talking to a bill collector saying he doesn't have the money for his vehicle. He hangs up and it breaks down. I'm standing there, and one of the people from earlier come over and say it's okay, the robot/cat isn't hurting anyone. The transformation is over.

I go back inside my house, living room, and there is a odd dog there, a cross between a dog and a platypus. It's very playful. Apparently - one person explains - the tentacles were from a cocoon, and it was only defending itself. I keep petting the dog thing and it licks me.

I wake up.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was at a conventional library. There was only one large room with bookshelves along the walls; in the middle there was a big blue mat with white plastic lounge chairs, like at the beach. The lighting was dimmer than normal.

I saw the thief (dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans) that took my precious blue stone, and I was going to have to destroy it. He was going to do something bad with it, I could tell. I cannot remember how I got it back, but I remember standing in front of him with a small beaker of hydrochloric acid. I put the stone in and he just stared, upset, but he didn't try to save it. I walked away and went through the doors, still holding the beaker.

The dream changed. I was now at home on the floor, experimenting with the hydrochloric acid. The carpet was tan and very plush, comfortable to lie on, while the lighting was normal this time around. I carefully put a bronze-colored coin into the acid and watched it disappear within seconds.

My cat then came around. She was all gray, with a large white patch on her belly coming up the sides and along her face, and two white socks on her front feet (white coloration, not actual socks). Her face was extremely cute.

A photograph of her.

She walked, with a slight swagger because her belly was a bit larger than normal, right up to me and sat down. I pet her a few times, running my hand through her fur, and then she suddenly flicked her tail into the acid. She turned around and it was still inside, beginning to dissolve. As with anyone who's stuck something in acid, she started to scream, and I quickly pulled her tail out. There were little bubbles and pink spots on it, but no blood.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I took a nap a few hours ago as I was tired; this dream is the result of it.

It was light outside, and this light was spilling into the room of this fairly modern house. The room was no more than fifteen by fifteen feet, and there was one square archway in the center of one wall. In the middle of the room was a pale burgundy mat with an intricate pale gold pattern and an old-fashioned dark wooden table with the kind of legs that curl up. The flooring was white marble tile with slightly darker grout; the dark marbling of it was only barely visible so it looked more like basic white tile.

In the left-hand corner of the room, to the left of the archway, was a large potted tree, the dark green leaves amalgamating into somewhat of an egg shape.

Although it didn't happen in the dream, I knew I was following a few cats around the house. I already saw a black one that rolled over and let me pet its belly, but now I was looking for another one. My sister appeared and I asked her, "where's the brown and white cat?"

She pointed behind the tree, and there was the cat, lying down, half-hidden behind it. My sister disappeared and I knelt down to have a closer look. The cat curled around the pot a bit to get closer to me. It was white with a dark brown back, but its most striking feature was smaller dots of orange all over where the brown and white colors met. It looked at me with intent.

I reached out to pet it, but I stopped advancing because its eyes had widened and its ears flattened. Its mouth opened but nothing came out. In a few moments, it returned to normal so I reached out even more, slower this time. I touched its head and it made an evil "mrrrrow..." noise as if to warn me to get my hand off. I took my hand off and as soon as I did that it got up, leaning towards me but not taking any steps. I lunged out slightly towards it as if to say "I'm the boss", towering over it, and it recoiled by flattening itself to the ground and wearing the cutest expression.

I was in a classroom like room; except there weren't any desks or chairs. My sister was there with me, I don't really know why we were there.. She was just sitting there in a daze or something; not really sure what was going on.

There were some pets in the room next to us. I would occasionally walk in there and check on them. At one point, there was one little kitten in there about 3 inches tall and 4 inches long. At times, I would carry it into the room and play with it. I would always put it back though.

Later on, I opened the door again. The kitten had now grown to the size of a full grown sheepdog! It now had very thick black hair and a white mane (awwh, how cute). I was so terrified..I shut the door quickly so that it wouldn't come in. My sister didn't seem all that surprised.

A few minutes later, I opened the door to find that the cat was not there. I looked down on the floor for it. I then spotted a tiny black thing. I looked closer and realized..this was the cat! It was the size of a cricket. I can't recall what we did after this. I woke up.

This is my first entry in the Journal, so bare with me.

I am standing in front of my boyfriend Randy looking up at him telling him its our 5 year anniversary today. Im not really sure where we are but I know we are outside. He then looked down at me and said "ive been with 4 other women over the course of 5 years". At first I didn't understand what he had told me. I was confused. Then a sudden rush of emotion came over me. I started screaming at him. Screaming so hard in my dream that in real life i can feel all the muscles in my body tense up. My heart is beating fast and im breathing heavily. I dont wake up yet. Im screaming at him with tears in my eyes asking him why he would do this to me. Randy shows no emotion. Just staring at me. Then says "didn't think you would mind". I then repeated his sentence as a question. "I cant believe you would do this to me". I then wake up. Not being able to breath. My chest hurts. My body feels stiff. I quickly fall right back asleep into the same dream. This time I'm inside a building where it seems we are having a party for me and Randys Anniversary. My immediate family is there. I sit down at a table next to my mom. She is very happy. Smiling at me she talks about the food thats being served at the party. She got up from the table to get more food and comes back with a boiled egg. I remember staring at the egg as she ate it. And she said " I just had to have an egg". She then turns into Randy. My mom is now behind me standing over me. She hands Randy a gift. Wrapped in blue and red wrapping paper with a musical card attached. She opens the card. A song starts to play but he quickly shuts it like he is embarrassed that it plays a song. I cant remember the song now but I did recognize it in the dream. He then hands it to me. I open the card and say "you might as well let it play". I read the card, though i cant remember what it said now but I do remember it was addressed from my dad. I started to cry and handed the gift back to Randy. Which he then turned back into my mom. Mom kept smiling at me even though I was crying. I then woke up with sadness. I rolled over in bed to see Randy in deep sleep next to me. A feeling came over me of great anger towards him. I almost felt like I couldn't tell if this was reality or a dream again. I didn't know if what he told me in my dream was real or not. Did he really do that or was that in my dream. I got up and went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Came back and went to bed.

Had another dream soon after I closed my eyes.

I was floating above my parents house. I could see that the roof needed repair. The shingles where half missing and there is a huge hole in the roof where the kitchen is. I could see all the installation inside. Now im back on the ground walking up the steps into the house. I tell my mother there is a hole in the roof. She says she already knows. She then takes me outside. I follow behind her to the back of the house. She takes a few pieces of siding off the house to reveal a hole. She climbs in first. I climb in after her. It was wet and moldy. I remember smelling the mold. I see installation and wood from the frame of the house. I see the sun coming thru the whole in the roof. My mother then fades away and its just me. I see a pond that was formed from rain water coming in through the roof. I see a dark shadow past by me. It was fast. I felt afraid. I look back at the pond and see a white and orange calico cat walk up to the pond and drink out of it. I pointed and said "here kitty kitty" The cat ignored me. I then crawled back out of the spot to see my mom waiting for me. I then wake up from the dream.

This night I slept very light, awaking several times. That caused me to remember fragments from many dreams. A fun fact is that I felt strangely well rested despite that light sleep.

1st dream:

I was in some house in a forest at night with a friend, can't remember who. It was my house. Suddenly a fire started and quickly spread through the house. We left and entered the forest. After a while we started to get chased by Uffe (my dads friend that I haven't seen many times in my life. Strange appearance) and some random villain. They were going to beat us to death so we ran back to the house.

The house was now completely in flames. It was like a wall of fire at the entrance. I thought "If they are going to beat us to death I might as well jump into the flames since it would be a less painful way to die!" and so I took a step into the entrance and instantly died. I became a glowing skeleton. It was a quite strange sensation. My friend followed. When the bad guys arrived and stared into the burning doorway I though "Now when I am dead I don't need to fear them. This is also quite cool, so they might appreciate it as well!" and then I pulled them into the fire. xD They also turned into glowing skeletons. I don't have any clear thoughts on what happened after this.

2nd dream:

I was at my parents place in the kitchen. Dad was there working on getting some LP player device to work. Apparently it was old and didn't work as it should. After a while we tried using it to record a radio channel on a VCR tape. The channel was foreign from australind (lol xP) so there was a lot of noise and flickering on the TV.

3rd dream:

Some fragments about doing slomo-acrobatics. Don't really remember it. But I had it written down when I woke up in the morning.

4th dream:

It was morning and I was sleeping in the top bed of a bunkbed and I felt really tired. I wanted to sleep more (might be related to the fact that I woke up several times irl with that feeling). Suddenly a whole bunch of people entered the room. Among them my friends and brothers. I got very annoyed because they were so noisy. I remember trying to fall back asleep while they poked me and asked me stuff. I got so annoyed that I hit my brother several times in the face with a plastic box (It was really weird because I never get that annoyed irl :S) xD. He didn't seem to care though. I threw the box in my other brothers face. I felt bad at the same time for being so lazy and annoyed.

5th dream:

I was biking with someone outside. It was spring time or something because it was extremely muddy everywhere. I had to bike in the mud and it was very slippery.

6th dream:

I was at some uni or something at a convent. I was there with Lucas but there was a lot of other geeky persons there. One event they had was to read the lord of the rings trilogy together and I thought "wow, that is soo geeky! They are also extremely fast at reading so they must have read it much before.". Me and Lucas were going to read the hobbit/lotr/some strange book. In some way it was like studying physics because we quickly found a problem in the book that we began to think about. Similar to a problem in a physics book. Suddenly Lucas said "Oh, it is easy! We just have to do a Ljung effect!". I instantly agreed. That was obvious! To do a Ljung effect was to apply some formula (fun that Ljung was a psychiatrist and not a physician lol). I started to look up the Ljung effect formula in a physics book and that is the last thing I remember.

7th

I was playing with my parents cat. As usual I scratched it on its stomach and it bites when you do that. This time it bite me harder than usual. It wouldn't let go of its grip and it bite harder and harder all the time. I knew now that the cat was evil. There was something wrong with its brain. It was not curable.

8th

I was in my room at my parents place and Peter and my brothers was there. They talked about something random. I went to my mineral shelf (that doesn't exist lol) and pulled out a meter long quartz crystal. I showed it to them and told them that the chemical compounds of quartz are sulphur and silicon (which it isn't, it is just SiO2). They didn't seem to care much and I don't remember anything more

9th

A faint fragment of some game of tag that I played outside with my brothers and some random very young kids.

In my dream we went to some sort of university.

There were cats. We were in a group meeting and then went to pick something up. At the place to pick up there was a small kitten and attached was a note handwritten with blue pen that said something like, "thank you for everything you have done you've made me smile, this is for you". It was an orange kitten.
I picked it up and took care of it and stuff, and couldn't think of who would have given it to me. I thought that AK would've been happy that we had a cat. It was cute :3

There was a scene wheree there was a fuel station and somehow there wasn't just one cat but there were lots and they were orange like garfield and had green collars.

There was also some sort of competition where there were dinosaurs and the cat was also involved. My mum was there. It was either a type of hide and seek game involving those animals - oh and cactuses too - or we were in some sort of race. I cannot really remember.

Anyway, at the fuel station, the owners were absent so we had to cater for all the people that were suddenly coming. Either that or we had to get out of there and find all the missing cats before the people coming wanted to get their fuel and they thought we would serve them.

At the university, I walked around the corner and there was this large maths library that I never knew existed. I went and sat with my group. Turns out one of them gave me the cat, after I asked her and she was really bad at lying. Actually it was her that bought it and another person in my group had meant it. The person that meant to give me the cat had the same handwriting as that on the note (lol surely you'd type it out or something if it was meant to be anonymous).
There were these pin-up boards in the library that we sat around and for some reason there were lobsters/crayfish there and they were trying to attack me and I was trying to get away from them. There was also a little girl that looked like Dora the Explorer.

My dreams lately have been pretty hard to recall. I am also having trouble recalling their chronological order.

I'm having multiple writing-things-down-in-my-journal dreams (in one night), which is really annoying when I actually wake up and find it blank. Occasionally I can remember bits and pieces of what I wrote, but still: irritating. Apparently I'm going to have to RC more while I'm journalling.

In one of my fragments, Neil Gaiman was trying to take over the world. Apparently he's on Time Magazine's Most Influential People list, so this wouldn't be too surprising. Oh, and he's capable of adding to historical mythology.

Be afraid.

The Heist:

I'm robbing an art gallery. This is the easy part, casing the place, looking for details that might assist us in our escape. It's near closing time, and we need to know exactly how the staff shuts the place down - so we're posing as tourists, waiting to be shuffled out of the building.

The place is huge, large enough to have their own conservator on staff, a woman that I'm talking to right now. I'm pretending to be a collector, probably talking about donating a piece to the public collection. We're discussing the minutiae of restoring a particular piece, a thirteenth-century painting that I actually have no interest in (ie: we're not stealing it).

"Where are the security cameras?" I ask her. After all, I want my donation to be safe. I've spotted one camera in the entrance lobby, but none in the main areas or at the employee exits.

"Oh," says the woman, "We don't have any."

I look at her blankly for a second. "Well," I say, "That's stupid."

I look over the woman's shoulder at Johanna, the blonde ghost girl from #59, Ghost Ship. My accomplice is decidedly un-ghostly today. She's with a tour group, examining the high-tech vault that our prize is locked in. The metallic display swivels around, forms a coffin-like shape, and seals itself away, fitting like a puzzle into the tile floor. The rest of the group applauds enthusiastically, but Jo limits herself to a small smile, eyes glittering with anticipation of the challenge.


Jayne Wisener Johanna

I signal Johanna and say goodbye to the conservator. We shake hands and she tells me to contact her if I have any questions. I assure her that I will, and I slip away into the back hallways of the art gallery, off limits to the public.

Jo meets me at our planned escape route, one of the employee exits that requires a code to leave without setting off the alarm. I notice the visible red laser line over the floor, which could be stepped over easily, but the door is alarmed as well. I hear a voice over the intercom, saying that the museum will be closing in a few minutes.

There's a keypad beside me. I enter the code, which I gleaned from the mind of the conservator when I shook her hand. This is why Jo and I work together well: I get the information and she steals the priceless artifact. We split the danger and the cut. And I do my job well - the outer door swings open, and the alarm switches off.

"All guests have two minutes to exit the building," says the intercom. Jo and I grin at each other and step out into the alley. We pile into a small green car with a few other girls. This was our test run. We'll come back tomorrow night and pull the real heist.

We've stopped at a hostel/diner/convenience store. While waiting in line, I'm looking through the racks for a pair of sunglasses that don't make me look like a girl. Everything's sold out though, and apparently I already bought the last pair of sunglasses, which are either broken or missing.

DCs have been telling me, for the last few minutes, that I'm late for the Evil Meeting of Evil. This is, apparently, not a good thing, as the meeting is headed by one of the organization's scariest members. I remember being appropriately terrified earlier in the dream, but now, semi-aware, I can't see why I should be afraid of a DC. When I step outside, I see minions of the League on rows of fold out chairs, under a bright blue sky. Odd.

The terrifying speaker is a black woman with straight, shoulder length black hair, who bears a remarkable similarity to Zoe from Firefly. This, of course, means she's a badass character who I should probably Run Away From Really Fast, but instead I pretty much ignore her as she yells at me and tells me to sit down.

Not!Zoe continues her pep-talk, and I wander back into the building, finding myself in a hostel-style dorm room filled with bunk beds.

The first person I notice is a Legion-style, long-limbed teenager. I'm fascinated by how tall he is, and by the way he's swinging from what are effectively monkey-bars suspended by the bunk-beds. Apparently, the boy can't support his own weight. He stumbles into the diner/convenience store area, and his mom snaps at me not to stare.


What are you looking at?

I turn around, and suddenly there's a high speed bundle of white lace crashing into my arms. I catch the little girl as she throws her arms around me, demanding a hug from a complete stranger. I stand there awkwardly, regaining my balance.

The mom rolls her eyes when I look at her, and tells me that the girl used to suffer extreme pain when anyone touched her. Now she's cured. Okay...

I leave the strange family behind and go back outside to deal with my fellow villains. Who want me to become Doctor Insano. I tell them that I really would (I have my lab coat on and everything), but I can't find my swirly goggles - I only have a set of pink ski goggles, and those just aren't the same.


So yeah.

Johanna and I are back in the art gallery, along with another girl, Macy, who's actually outside. Macy was with us in the getaway car, and she's possessing her pet cat (her spirit animal) so we can have another set of eyes on the inside. The cat is darting through the gallery's hidden places, under tables and behind exhibits, practically invisible unless you know what you're looking for. Jo and I are about to split up, while I keep the entrances clear, when we're interrupted by the most ominous sound I have ever heard.

"KITTY!" shrieks a delighted, childlike voice. This is followed by a chilling snarl from Macy's cat.

I turn around to see that the cat is a charred pile of fur and skin on the floor, and the little girl from before looks absolutely stricken. I look upward and sigh, knowing that we won't have a chance at the painting at this point.

I'm waving at the little body, willing it up from the floor, and slowly toward the side door. At the same time, Jo and I are having a heated discussion over who gets to take care of the girl without making a scene. More so than the fireball and the crying child already have, anyway.

"Me?" I ask incredulously, "I'm not a Meta!" (I don't have superpowers.)

Jo sends a significant glance at the cat magically floating out the door, and looks back at me with a raised eyebrow.

Well, I can't argue with that.

I go over to the little girl and ask if she remembers me. She nods her head and I hold out my hand, and we all go outside.

Jo is over with Macy, who's a sobbing wreck on the ground, leaning against one of the tires of the car. She's looking at her cat, lying on the dirt a few feet away from her. Apparently, her experience was slightly traumatizing.

I lead the girl over to the cat, and kneel down beside it. I give a heartwarming speech involving the importance of responsibility and compassion, and tell her how important it is that we keep our powers under control. Then, waving a hand over the cat, I tug at it's life energy, and the cat gets up and wanders over to Macy.

"There," I say, getting up and dusting myself off. "No harm done."

An alarm starts to blare from within the gallery.

"Son of a bitch!"

All of us pile into the backseat of the car, which is suddenly filled with half a dozen girls, and we speed away.

The Heist. Scare Factor: 3.