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Jungle, Alligator, Run (non-lucid)

I am in jungle with BroX, cousin, and co-worker. We are trying to find our way home and come to big jungle gym. We are climbing around and get chased by a gator. I toss BroX a hammer and he stuns. We escape on a four wheeler but leave co-worker behind. We can he him scream as the gator catches up to him.

We then run into some indigenous people and they aren't happy and also chase us but we get away on the four wheeler.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING


23:30 GMT – Sleep

Chase
Me and 3 others are trying to escape this group of men who want to kill us. We’re on shallow waters (ocean shoreline, I think), it’s foggy and they are on the beach trying to spot us. They see us as we are getting close to a boat anchored there. They start shooting as we get inside the boat, but they are fast and before we manage to turn the boat engine on, they also get to the boat. We hide and decide to split up and go in different directions. We later gather on land and follow a road with a stone wall by our right side. From the top of this wall fall amazing huge hanging plants with red flower bunches and for moments I forget about the danger I was running from and just feel captivated by the alien beauty of this place.

Strange pet
I am carrying a cute pet that is making a lot of noise. He is so tiny and gets lost inside my clothes. I have to undress my pants very gently, trying not to squeeze or squash him. I find him in there, he is a bit wet, I dry him up, I cuddle him, he looks like a fury ping-pong ball.

2:30 GMT

Nothing... [total frustration]

7:00 GMT – wake up

Good night but a strange night. My cycles were about 60 minutes instead of 90. And for a period before the lucid, I was drifting in and out of sleep for about 5 minutes at a time. That's how I managed to count 5 dreams in only about 6 hours of sleep. I probably had 3 or 4 more tiny dreams that I didn't record. I think I would become a bit lucid in them and I would instantly drift into wake. I'd do an RC but I'd be in my bed every time.

0400: Finally asleep. It took me almost 2 hours, during which time I got up for a while and read.

0459: D. First cycle! But might notes are illegible. Here's what I decipher: Seems like I was asleep for a long time. I dreamed about my billy. I wants see if my buys construed. This is mad with me bran verses. Like my dreams are changed on my waterbed? Um yeah. No idea.

0559: C. I'm at a beach house next to a rocky ocean coast. Oregon, maybe. I'm outside. It's bright but just a bit hazy. I'm alone but I feel my father is around and that the house belongs to a friend of his who were are visiting. I'm using a laptop, paying bills. I have a physical letter that is some kind of offer to bid on a house for $200,000. I fill out the form online but stop to think before submitting it. I decide not too. My father walks out and asks if I'm getting an error on my computer. Something about "Phone recognized". He says it happens when you close a window. I close the window and see several error popup windows cascade across the screen and then close one by one. The owner of the beach house also comes out and explains they probably need to restart the router. We try to determine when exactly the problem started. But I hadn't closed a window while I was working so I only saw it after my father asked me to try.

0648: D. This was one of the really short dreams while drifting in and out of sleep. I'm on a computer. I'm programming while Alt+Tabbing back and forth to a movie. My sister sees the movie and is upset. Then the cat jump on my lap.

0730: D. I'm in the Daisetta house watching a basketball game. It's night outside but the lights are on inside. Lance is in the room, working on a computer. Both basketball teams are wearing red and it's confusing. I find this strange. I try to talk to Lance but he's focused on his work and isn't interested in the game. The game is important, like a playoff game. Lance gets up and put on a coat to leave. He's dressed for rainy weather.

0821: B. I'm driving home at night. I pull into the parking lot and Hugh is waiting for me. We talk about the plan for me to pick him up from the airport. I think, wait, aren't you supposed to be out of town? I'm picking you up, not dropping you off. This is weird and I become semi-lucid. But the parking lot is familiar and nothing else strange is happening. So I lose it. I walk to the elevator. There are a few old Asian ladies. One tries to talk to me in sign language.

I get on the elevator alone and head up to my floor. As it stops, I hear a creaking noise. The elevator slowly starts to tip over to the right with me in it, like a sinking ship. Oh, I'm dreaming. God I hope I'm dreaming. I stay cool. "This is my world and I can do anything!" As the elevator turns horizontal, I jump out and hover in the elevator shaft. The car falls to the ground. I'm looking in to the building and it's looks dark and damaged, like on Star Trek when they take heavy damage with smoke and broken pipes in the corridors. Three superheroes fly out of the corridor and hit me while I'm still hovering in the elevator shaft. This knocks we out of the building and into the dark downtown Los Angeles skyline.

My stability and control aren't great. I look at my hands and that helps a lot. I'm still flying. I look around and see rooftops and buildings below. This is cool. Now the three superheroes are zooming around and attacking me with fireballs. They are dressed in brightly colored tights, but I don't recognized them specifically. I think, "Am I the good guy or the bad guy"? Oh well. I fight back with my fireballs (they are blue today) and fire breath.

I try the flying backward somersault with mixed success. As I'm upside-down, my vision goes black and disoriented. I recover. I keep defending myself with fireballs. At one point, 5 mirror images of Spider-Man jump out and attack me too. I throw a Street Fighter Guile Sonic Boom.

False awakening. I'm in my own bed. I know I'm dreaming but I feel like I'm in my physical body. I can feel the sleep paralysis of my physical body. I look down and see my foot with distorted toes wiggling. I try to move my dream arms. I try to focus. Dream fades and I end up moving my physical arms.

Wow, what a crazy weird night. I recalled 5 dreams from all 5 sleep cycles, all non-lucid. This is the second night ever that I've recalled a dream from the first cycle. Maybe I have broken through that barrier.

These dreams are irregular for me. They have scenes and characters that are familiar but I've never recalled dreaming about them before. It must be because of the book I'm reading "Dreamgates." And there's more weirdness that I'll note along with each dream.

0155: Sleep. Before falling asleep, I was in a very imaginative state. Zeo reports 20 minutes of wake before dropping into light sleep. It wasn't a dream and I don't think it was hypnagogic hallucinations. I didn't see any sensory imagery, just internal visualization. I was just day dreaming but it was very easy maintain the dreamplot. It seemed to flow on it's own. I imagined other characters and they seemed to speak and act without my influence. I was looking for a path or portal into the dream world. I met two French girls, Juliette and Maire who I invited to follow me into the dream world. We wandered around, asking people where to find the portal. But we didn't find anything. I remember I was still awake when I changed positions in bed and I no longer felt I was in the daydream.

0350: B. First cycle dream. It was blurry and jumpy but extremely personal and emotional. This is the first time I've ever recalled dreaming about Jen (ex-girlfriend of two years) which is odd because she was such an important part of my life for so long. And there's the whole father drama. I work for some company. The workplace is a house. It reminds me of my godparents' house. My sister, Dave work there and also... Jen?! I don't think I even saw her but but I strongly feel her presence. I am slacking off from work. I show up late. I'm unreliable. Dave is sitting in a wide hallway with a big laptop on his lap. He's waiting for my father but he hasn't arrived and everyone is worried. I feel disgusted. So typical. I think it is because he is unreliable too. Then I learn my father is a key witness in a criminal case and the criminals are hunting him. I still feel no empathy. He's in a car chase. My sister is listening to the radio or TV for news updates.

I go to the kitchen and lay down on the tile. Two cats (or dogs?) come near me. I grab food out of their bowl and pour it on the floor in front of them. Jen's workstation is in the kitchen but she isn't here. I sense she is out to lunch. I look over some papers laying on the floor that she was working on. It looks like geometry homework. I see a bunch of triangles that are paired in twos to form quadrilaterals.

My sister says my father wants to get into police custody. I think "Good, so he can go back to prison." But he actually wants their protection. Mel warns me that he may have been killed but that hasn't been confirmed. I wake up but it takes me a while to realize where I am. I'm feel strong emotions. It feels like the dream happened hours ago and I've been in bed thinking about it for all that time, but it was actually only moments ago. This is the first time in a while that I had to remind myself that "it was just a dream" to calm me down.

0520: Back to sleep after begin awake since the last dream. I got up and read "Dreamgates" for a while to get my mind off the last dream.

0630: C. I'm in a war that looks like Vietnam-era. We are fighting against our own people in two teams with real ammunition and death. It's like capture the flag. Each team is defending an old warehouse in an area that seems like an improvised airfield. The warehouses are full of crates, barrels, guns, ammunition and explosives. Hugh is on my team. The other people on both teams are familiar but I can't put names to them. Some a definitely women. I feel upset because our team is losing. The other team keeps raiding and retreating our warehouse, killing a few people at a time.

I grab a rifle and load it with explosives rounds (but later they don't explode). It's a bold-action clip-feed rifle with just four rounds per clipl more of a WWII-era gun but whatever. I start kicking ass with Hugh's help. We kill everyone on the other team. Only Hugh and I are left. We stand over a dead body and look at a black and white map. It looks like the US with some states shaded in pencil. I distinctly remember the shape of West Virginia.

0810: D. I don't remember where I am. Two groups of friends compete for my attention. One group is drinking Scotch. The other is going to meet Hugh's work colleagues. I choose the Scotch. Something illegible about email? We ditch the other group by stopping the elevator and getting off on a different floor.

0850: B. Zeo shows a short sleep cycle for this one. Maybe it was kind of a DEILD from the previous REM period. Either way, this was a long dream. Some very unusual characters in this one, especially Megan who I've been trying to dream about for several weeks in a different scenario. I start out at work. I'm generating some codes. Then I go to help some girl with her computer. Chris finds me and says "You need to file an AC-10 expense report for those codes." I say, "OK, I'll do it first thing after lunch."

I exit the office. Outside it's suddenly a school yard like my junior high. It's crowded with people. An old friend from middle school (can't remember his name) comes up and hands me a wad of cash. He has short spiky hair and wears braces. He wants me to launder the money by generating codes at work. I tell him it will be harder now because of the expense reports. The crowd disperses as people go to class. The bell rings. I'm late for class but I'm not worried at all.

I walk up some outdoor stairs and walk through a covered hallway. It's suddenly raining and this part of the school is under construction. There are clear plastic tarps everywhere covering stuff. I walk through this towards my classroom. I walk past a group of cheerleaders in the hallway. They are wearing white shirts with the sleeves rolled up and black shorts. The one talking is Megan from high school. She's saying that she didn't have a cell phone all summer and it totally sucked. I walk past them and enter my class room.

The room and teacher are like one I remember from middle school. I'm very late but no one cares because I'm always late. In the row of desk near the door, I see Britney Spears and another female singer, maybe Beyonce. I play it cool and walk past them to my normal seat in back, next to Britney. Chris is sitting at the far corner of the room and I'm reminded of the AC-10 expense reports for work. The teacher hands out kevlar vests to everyone. I have no clue why. He also passes around a slip of paper with two rows of numbers handwritten on it. It's a secret code to activate the kevlar vest. The paper gets pass to me by Britney next to me. I look at it. It's long. Part of it looks something like 1120621. I say obnoxiously and playfully loud: "Holy shit. How am I suppose to memorized this? It's got all kinds of one's and two's." Britney and the other singer laugh and look at me. I look at them and say playfully: "Holy shit, Pop Stars. What are you doing here." I notice they are wearing the same outfit as the cheerleaders outside. They are cheerleaders and are only sitting in this class to be out of the rain.

1052: C. This is a crazy absurd dream which is weird for this time of night. It jumped around a lot too. Usually my weird dreams are in the first half of the night and the second half are more literal. I'm caring for a child. Maybe he is my own son. His name is David. He grows abnormally fast, like the movie Jack. He's a 5-year-old boy in the body of a 30-year-old man. He wants to learn about lucid dreaming. I send a post card to my mother telling her about this interest.

I have a strange encounter at a doctor's office. The doctor, male, says he isn't going to treat David any more. There's also a female nurse in the room. I have to take David home.

Now I'm with a bunch of high school classmates at a miniature golf course. There is also at least one work colleague there too and some unfamiliar faces. I think David is there, but I'm not really watching him. Everyone is playing golf, but instead of golf balls and clubs we use pinecones and dice that we roll with our hands. Of course, these things don't roll very well. There's about 20 people playing at the same time on the same hole, so everyone is blocking each other and also people are playing out of turn. But I'm pretty good with the pinecone. On the last hole, it's my turn to roll and everyone watches with anticipation. But one extremely hot girl is bent seductively over the hole. She is unfamiliar. She is brunette with a tight red tank top over a killer rack. Maybe she's wearing sunglasses. Of course, I miss my shot. I say "I was distracted."

Notes: I forced myself to have good bedtime habits and it paid off with a good night's sleep. Snacked on only carbohydrates in the evening and watched some boring nature documentaries. I waited until I was very tired before laying down to sleep.

0155: Sleep.

0600: B. I am at home with my sister. I have my cell phone receiving work emails. My phone is acting weird. It shows the emails but everything is plain black and white. There's no color in the UI. I try to close all the running processes. For a moment, my phone is playing video of a football game. I get a "You've been invited" alert. I try to find the email message but the phone is still not working right. My sister wants to reset my phone. She tries to grab it away from me. I tell her I will take out the battery. Also, I'm sitting on the couch with the cat Oreo on the armrest to my right. At one point, she lays on my lap. She is facing me. My sister asks if she came there herself. I say yes. I feel annoyed with my sister. I also feel anticipation like I am expecting someone to call or email from work on my phone.

0727: A series of lucid dreams that I'm counting as one (cuz I'm so humble). I am laying on a couch, about to go to sleep. I t was like my childhood home. I was having trouble sleeping. A woman in the room starts talking to me. I don't remember about what. She sits on the couch next to me. She is middle-aged, but not bad looking. She turns seductive and straddles me and grabs my crotch. That doesn't happen in real life so... I'm dreaming. I'm not very lucid though. I just go along with what's happening. I think to do an RC but my arms are around her so I'm a bit busy. The excitement makes the dream fade.

I lay still and re-enter the dream. I am in an amusement park. It's dusk and there are few people. I nose-plug-check, good! I finger-check too which fails, but whatever. Rubbing my hands anchors me and now I'm ready to have some fun. I start flying and practice my skills of turning and looking around. I'm pretty good, except I have trouble climbing. I think about some goals. Hmm. Throw a fireball? Easy! I swing my arm like throwing a baseball sidearm and a fiery red-orange ball flies to the ground and explode a lamp post. I hover over a parking lot full of freight trucks and I blow them up with my fireballs. Then some hover tanks attack back and I blow one up. I fly away and land. Now I'm being chased by dogs. They are black and mean, like pitbulls. I try to make the dogs disappear my waving my hand over them, but no luck. I run into a building. I try to fly and smash through the ceiling, but no luck. The building I'm in is in on a college campus. I think to summon a DC. I walk outside and around a corner, expecting to see Lance. There he is! We go into another building; I open the door expecting to find a party, and there it is! I was expecting someone in particular but don't see them. There is a girl behind the bar or DJ booth with bright red hair. I ask someone where R is. I walk to the bathroom, hoping to find her there. I walk down a few steps and see one person waiting for the bathroom. Two girls are coming out of the bathroom with their arms linked. I grab one and head her back in to the bathroom while the other leaves. It wasn't the girl I was looking for but I'm not unhappy. I back the girl against the wall. She has on a skirt and bikini top. Her body is all oiled up. I remember staring at her belly button. She has short hair. I tell her how pretty she is. I'm about to go farther with her but the dream fades.

False awakening. I'm back on the couch at my childhood home. It's like we have cousins in town. A man (my uncle?) is sleeping in the other couch near me. My sister is also in the room. I get up and they get upset and argue with me. I try spinning to a new scene, but no luck. I leave out the front door. It's night and the starry sky is beautiful. I start flying. The dream fades.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

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

Notes:
Every once in a while, I experience dreams that create intense deja vu sensations, which is pretty intriguing to me. This dream is an example of that.

I had just walked into a public restroom. It was the kind you'd find at a McDonald's restaurant or a gas station; the cubicles were light, pale blue, and the sinks were white. As for the lighting, it was a bit dimmer than one would normally see in a public restroom, but it wasn't too noticeable and certainly wasn't an issue. The room itself was shaped like a rectangle; the entrance was along one of the longer walls, over to the right. Right when you'd walk in, there were four or five stalls in the light blue color in front of you, a few feet back against the other long wall. To the left, walk down the stalls and past them; you'd get to the sinks. They looked normal.

I needed to go in a certain stall and get something I'd hidden there earlier. I entered the stall furthest to the right, against the corner of the room. For some reason, although I wasn't lucid, when I opened the door I expected a mirror to be on the back wall. The stall itself was fully closed, and there weren't any spaces underneath the dividers or door; finally, it was a bit narrower than a real cubicle but still spacious.

I closed the door, sliding over a basic metal lock that was fairly rusty, and turned around to face the mirror. I can't remember exactly what I looked like, but I do know I looked fairly normal: blue eyes, brown hair, normal clothing (I can't recall what I was wearing, either). My hair was a bit messy, with some flyaways and stuff, but that was the extent of it. I looked into the mirror for a few instances, drew back, and then smashed it with my fist. Since I've used invulnerability so much in my lucids, I think it carried over into my normal dreams, and this one was no exception. I felt no pain, and saw no blood as my hand practically blasted into the mirror and into the concrete wall. The mirror shattered into larger-sized pieces and fell as one whole object onto the toilet. Behind it was a section that was punched-in because of me, and there was a small hole inside that area. I pulled a tightly-folded square piece of yellow paper out.

The dream skipped and I was now in a mall-like setting: light-colored floor tiles, high ceilings, a few leather chairs in the aisle for people to sit down in. I was at the end of one wing of the mall, in a small Starbucks-like store right next to a major department store that was similar to Sears. It looked almost exactly like this (see the green sign on the left? That's where the store I was in was located).

The Starbucks had a few bar tables against the walls, and a coffee shop-like atmosphere. The cashier desk was not against the wall like in a normal cafe, but by itself in the middle of the shop. There was nothing else around it; everything else, including the chairs, was against the bar tables. I was with one other person, a guy who was a bit older than me, and we were crouched down behind this cashier's desk, peering out the sides to see if anyone was coming. I knew that there was a big crowd coming after us, trying to kill us.

I was also saying something extremely bizarre out loud. It wasn't just strange because I wasn't lucid, but also...

"I've had this dream before... I know exactly what to do this time".

I felt like I'd been in this dream before. I recognized the coffee shop, the mall, and the mob, and I also knew that another person would come and ruin my chances of escaping those people. I was expecting him to come, and I knew what to say this time so I wouldn't get caught. Last time, Jesse Pinkman (from the television series Breaking Bad) had come with a friend of his and asked where to hide the body of someone they killed. I'd told them to stash it in the car, which somehow caused the mob to find me and end the dream.

Jesse and his friend appeared. They were both wearing dark gray hoodies and jeans, and Jesse was carrying a garbage bag with what looked like a body inside it. "Hey," Jesse asked with an anxious expression, "what do I do with this thing?"

"Bury it," I said after a brief hesitation.

They walked off, leaving me and my accomplice (just a guess) still sitting behind the bar. "We don't have to worry about the group of people anymore," I told him. "I fixed the dream."

When I woke up, I realized I'd never dreamed of a scenario like that before, and the deja vu was generated entirely by the dream.

Date: Aug.23/24
Time: Different times from 8:00am-2:20pm


Description: These dreams are non-lucid dreams, I am not sure what order they came to me in. Also so of them were a bit foggy when trying to remember what happened. Also dream 1 and 2 I think are connecting dream scenes but I honestly don't know. Nonetheless I wrote down what I remembered, and was able to fill in a few holes along the way. Enjoy!

Dream 1: It starts off in Subway's kitchen (where I work), I am looking for something. I am trying to find it, but it isn't here. A bump into the bread trays and notice the bread is all wheat, also they are in weird shapes, something that should of alerted me but didn't. I realize I need the Honey Oat bag so I can roll the bread dough. Meanwhile there is this guy walking around breaking things, but then fixing them. He gets to the oven door and takes the door off the hinges. He doesn't fix this. Kevin (a coworker) walks by and says something. The dream ends.

Dream 2: I am someplace where a couple of people are talking about McDonalds, they say something along the lines of it changing it's policy on something. I get to the one closest to my house. I can see lots of lawn space, it must have been just cut. Someone tells me they hire independent workers at $45 a cut. Two people do it and split the money. I am interested. I walk alongside the building, but I am on grass, and the drive through is gone. Ahead I see two thrones, my mom and dad are sitting in them like Kings and Queens. I get a feeling on having to take care of this, as I see it as a problem. Another random person tells me about a prophecy, where someone named Solomon kills the King and Queen to end their reign. It's kind of like the American Revolution, but the King and Queen are going to die. I am back at my house. I see the front door open, the house looks normal. Outside the house I find a shovel, shaped like a giant three pronged fork. I pick it up and head inside. Sitting in her usual spot is mom, I don't remember if I see dad. I see my sister, I charge my sister and stab her in the leg. No blood, but I can see where I stabbed her at, she gets angry and falls into the chair across my mom. (The old rocking chairs, with the red cushions). My brother Josh shows up, and all of a sudden we are outside, my brother Josh, Kim, and I. I end up running down the street towards the new subdivision. I am very slow, that usually happens when trying to run away. I look back and see nobody is giving chase. I continue to run towards Andy's house, and down to that alleyway behind his backyard. I get there and see an entrance into another neighborhood. Which is the Condos by Family Video. I jump onto the side walk. A little girl passes me. I keep walking. I am in front of someone's house, I go to the right side of their yard. A women is looking out over her fence into what should of been a backyard, but instead was a giant desert filled with golden sand, I can see a structure in the back. There are sand dunes, and hills all over. She says there was a wind last night, and probably a sand storm. It convinces me to not go there. The dream ends.

Dream 3: So I am with a team of soldiers that is being hunted by another team of soldiers. It takes place in my basement, but that area is upstairs, and the house is in my brothers neighborhood. A mile or so behind my actual house. We are trying to find weapons, and going through my dad's (or what should of been my dads) work area. The wall is covered in different tools and such. Sitting on the ground are black shelves where shovels and things are hanging. I can't find a weapon, so Josh hands me a squirt bottle filled with some kind of chemical. I spray it accidentally and it gets into his eyes. He doesn't seem to be hurt. I find a sword on a rack, but once I get the sword out, it is very wobbly and seems like plastic. Like a kids sword. I end up knocking over all the shelves, and go to clean it up when Kim walks by and makes a comment. Now I get a feeling of having to go, that they know where we are. So I jump through a window screen and end up outside at night on the lawn of the house. Two people follow me. There are shadows coming around the corner and I tell everyone to get down on the ground. Jonboy passes my teammates, and interrupts what I am doing. I get mad at him. We are back inside and notice a camping trailer outside, and we can see the enemies in it. I look at the computer and try to find something. I look down at what should of been the pc tower. But it looked like the ps3, folded up pamphlet style, I look at it and push it away into another room. I wake up.

Got up this morning at 6, listening to shitty late 80's pop with the usual cheesy intro riff and a high bpm loop of the same 10 second vocals. As it turns out, the entrance to a city marathon is right outside of the apartment I was in. Their idea of "workout music." After about two hours of being angry about it the race starts and the music stops and I go try to go back to bed, race announcer infrequently interjecting an otherwise smooth contemplation of descent. Before I hit delta wave, I was thinking how I'd escape if the apartment suddenly toppled. No intention of really sleeping or dreaming.

I felt the vibrations anyway, to my glee. I haven't recognized dream entry in a long time. After about a minute, the scene materialized as a false awakening, I was alone in a double-bed setup. I reality check, just to make sure, and then begin exploring the dream apartment. Pretty much the same, a bit cleaner, brighter carpets and more floorspace. I make my way to the balcony to jump. I start hovering, and look up at the sky. Completely overcast and bright, just as in waking life. I float away from the balcony. . .

My boyfriend wakes me, I feel exiting vibrations as he pounces on me, tugs an arm, wrenching me from the dream. I shake it off, audibly and grumpily tell him to back off. The louse cuddles right on top of me, and I settle back in.

It's... Still a dream? I didn't reopen my eyes for the scene to appear. There's someone on top of me, but it's not my boyfriend. This guy's taller, older by a few years, brown-haired, skinny, with rectangular facial definition. I stare at him a moment and fear flashes through his eyes as we both realize: we have to fight, as he's an impostor! He dashes out the bedroom and exits the apartment, slamming a door which I can't unlock. I can hear the elevator. Unperturbed, I jump off the balcony in a dive, the sky is murderous grey here, and the buildings are greater in quantity and more densely packed. I see For Sale signs on some apartment buildings, including the one I was in, as I descend. I land softly, on my feet. He's just now exiting through the front. I need a weapon, something with range. I reach behind me and whip out a bow and three arrows, firing them in quick succession, missing twice and hitting the third against a shield which he conjured. The bow morphs into a boomerang, which I throw. He jumps supernaturally over it. I fly up to avoid having to catch the weapon's hefty return. As it turns out, he can fly, too.

There's no fear here. Neither of us are afraid. I'm in it for the hunt, the adventure. He knows he's a minute dream character and will cease to exist after I wake, save in this dream journal.

But he chooses to run. He meanders under bridges and through smaller and smaller alleys, places with ceilings I can't fly through. I follow on foot, and spawn throwing stars. We're in a clearing with cement brick tiles and an outdoor cafe surrounding an open center. I can't throw the stars there. Instead, I fling them into the air, knowing by self-fulfilling lucid dream prophesy the exact points at which they'll land. Time for a new weapon. How 'bout a longsword? I know shit about swordfighting, by the way, he no longer had a shield but another two-handed sword, smaller, lighter. I'm nearly out-maneuvered when the ninja stars land, tearing a rip in the cloth of his shoulder, distracting him such that his sword disintegrates under one whack with my new hammer. He flees. Typical.

I follow, it's now a footrace with that announcer guy from the real world. People are watching us, which seems to amuse him for a bit, but ultimately he leads me out of the city. We turn one more corner, and suddenly he's gone. I take the time to materialize a weapon I do know how to use: a pistol. Amazingly it morphs right between my palms as I made my hands into a fake gun. I take off the safety, peer around the corner, business end of the weapon never leaving the direction of sight. The man comes into view again, and runs into a white domeish building at the end of a heavily-treed (mature trees everywhere, creating shade from the now blasting golden sun) parking lot. I follow in, of course. I slow my pace to a walk. I know what room he's in. The building is completely empty, like a house but with a big, auditorium room at the end. Bright maple flooring, polishes and clean, with sunbeams draping generously on the floor, through tall windows, coming from both east and west sides of the building. I've still got my pistol at hand. He's cornered in that last room. I cross the doorway and he appears out from behind a spiral staircase. He looks at my pistol, at his own, and nods. We meet each other in the middle of the floor, turn around, and start stepping. Annoyingly, with each step I drew toward the duel, I shifted back into the waking world...

Tale of The Terrible Camp!

Entry 4: May 2009

I was at a camp that I was attending and had to spend nights there as well. I arrived and was walking through a crowd of people also checking in. Just then I caught the eye of a young boy about thirteen I'd say. He was completely bald and shirtless, with wolverine type claws coming from his knuckles. He looked somewhat scared, so I said "Hello" to him. Then I moved on towards the girls dorms. I walked in and they were wicked gross and dirty. They were like, tiny cubicles with a little bathing area inside the little room. All of the rooms were an ugly olive green with dirty white bathroom tiles.

Two girls and I found open rooms way in the back where it was kind of creepy. We put out stuff down and then we all started talking about how were being kept in the crap part of the camp, the good camp was across the river. I also remembered things I had forgotten and wrote a letter to my mother so she could send them to me. . Then I decided to tell off one of the staff members because we were in dirty rooms.

The staff wore red Adidas jump suits with yellow stripes. I yelled at this balding guy who then decided I had to be punished for acting up. He got a flat wooden stick to beat me with so I ran for it! I saw the boy with claws again and he told me where to hide. I hid behind a cubicle and could only see the staff guy's feet moving towards me. He had on Adidas sandals with blue stripes. [IDK what is with all the adidas!]. The boy told me when to move so I would not get caught. Then the staff guy realized we kept watching his feet so he changed into red heels to try and trick us. That's when I stood up and ran for it again. Then the boy with claws fought off the staff guy so I could escape.

I made it out but some staff person tried to stop me. I ran by him and he kept yelling after me "You have to sign out!!!" [lol!] I just ran until I crossed a smal bridge to get to the other side of the river. I made it but there was a steep incline to get to the 'good camp' and everything was covered in snow. I ended up seeing a bus going up the mountain side to the Chi Pine Lodge, so I got on. We drove up the mountain and arrived in the new camp. The new camp had restaurants, lodges, and horse barns.

-The End-

11/10/2009

Being Chased

I'm in a neighborhood and I'm being chased by some guy. He's totally shooting at me and trying to kill me. I run away from him and go up to the porch of this one house and ring the doorbell and run away, hoping that the person who lives there will come out and see this guy chasing me. Then at the next house I open the door and get into the house and no one's home. I run up the stairs and find the guy who is chasing me has crawled into the upstairs window. I run back downstairs and can't find a door to get out of. I yell "Where are all the doors in this place??!" and finally find a door to run out of. At the next house I get onto the roof and am looking inside to see if anyone is coming to get me. Next thing I know I'm on an awning of another house and it's raining. Then I'm at a restaurant and see some guys that are apparently also trying to kill me. I can't remember anything after that and wake up.

I've always had a fondness for the giants causeway and this dream i had was just weird.

so im at the giants causeway with alot of people, me and someone started wrestling on a cliff we were all sitting on, i rolled over the person while holding on to them and then suddenly we strted falling down the hill without actually touching it, it was scary. i hit the ground and felt no pain although everything faded and blacked out.

next thing, im ina town with a shopping centre and in the dream my freind meets up with a girl he likes, but either 6 weeks or 6 months pass in the dream and the girl wants to go back to her own country so she leaves, i see her leave out the front of the shopping center and when she gets out of the door, i suddenly am in her place, i look behind me while running down a hill beside the shopping centre and see my friend and alot of his friends chase me. (at this point i assume i must be in the body of the girl and i keep running) i then get to the bottom of the hill and run over the street, i see a pipe in front of me and think, 'hats my destination, i have to get to that without being caught'. i eventually get to it and turn around and start laughing and the people who wee cahsing me start laughing with me as if it was only a game of chase. the dream ends.

So yeah, I knew I was going to have a dream about being attacked by something, some time. And it happened. But now, looking back at it, it's just hilarious.

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[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm at this hotel thing with a few friends. For some reason I have no clothes, and my friends makes fun of how I'm going to have to go around naked. I don't seem to care because I'm trying to be 'bring-it-on'-like. There's a balcony connected to the other rooms of other people. We go out here, and we find pieces of wood I can use to cover. We're just laughing about it still. I throw a boomerang over my shoulder.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I turn around. There's a [I]semi-fat, black man with huge crossed eyes, almost popping out of his eye-sockets[/I]. I've apperantly hit him, and he starts walking towards us, speaking in a language I do not understand. He picks up the boomerang and throws it at us, while saying something that sounded like a curse. "<something something> naebu" He's really ninjalike with his throwing, he hits my friend first, real hard. The door is small so we can't all get in. I'm the last to get inside, and he hits me on my thigh hard with the boomerang.
We go in and hide behind the furniture of the room. He comes in and hits me even though I'm behind a small chair. I try to stop him by using simple english sentences.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Now we're in a garden (below the balcony) there are people eating. The one sitting closest to me is a bodyguard-like man. It's dark now, and some torches light up the garden.
I scream for help at the guard, and he dosn't seem to understand me. He even seems to laugh at it at first. But when the fat, cross-eyed man begins to throw things from behind, he realizes the danger and picks me up and throws us both into the grass. He holds me tight so I can't move. I remember seeing one torch, some rocks to my left and looking up at the cross-eyed man. Now he's picked up a huge rock and throws it after my head. He's still mumbling his curses. I dodge the rock.
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I can't imagine what the hell I was thinking, making up that guy to be a nightmarish character. It wasn't really a nightmare, it just had the feeling of knowing something bad was happening.

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

Notes:
In this long dream, I became lucid once but decided to go with the plot of the dream.

I was in the atrium of my school, a large, spacious central room with a triangular roof made of glass panels. You could hold a party in the room, it was so big. The doors were all lighter teal, and the tiles on the floor were large white and tan colors. On opposite sides of the room there were three doors, each to separate classrooms. The other two sides hosted the large main door and the back door, which both had large glass panels so you could see outside. I was outside the door of a classroom, leaning almost right up against the wall, waiting for the class to end. There were students walking past me but none of them acknowledged that I was there.

There was a random borderless mirror beside me, and I looked into it. Most of my face was unseeable because there was a patch of fog on the mirror. When I moved my face to try and see it better, the fog disappeared and reappeared, again in front of my face. It annoyed me, so I stopped looking and just waited for the classroom doors to open.

After a minute, the doors opened and I saw students from the grade lower than mine come out. There was a girl slightly shorter than me and with blonde hair down to her shoulders, and she looked at me as she walked past with the other students. "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked her. She concurred and stepped away from the crowd, which was quickly ebbing away into the halls. "What is it?" I decided to play mysterious and not give her all the details. "Something's happened, and I'm not sure I can stay friends with you. I'm hoping you'll understand." Her only reaction was a dumbfounded expression and "what?"

"I know that I'm not giving you a lot of details... I really think it'd be best if we weren't to talk anymore..." I decided to leave it at that, so I turned away and began to travel towards the front doors of the atrium. There was a set of stairs to get up to the second floor, and I was going to take them. "Hold it," I heard the girl say very sharply. "You're f***ing crazy. What's going on?" She began to press and press as I turned around to face her. She looked extremely mad, and her eyes were wider than they used to be. "Please, just go away," I told her firmly. "I'm sorry."

She then lunged forward and tried to smack me across the face, but I fell backwards, getting up as quickly as I could but rather messily. She was breathing heavily now, looking almost like she wanted to murder me or something. "Come on," I told her again, almost jokingly, "this isn't worth it." I spun around and began sprinting towards the door, not looking back. Although from inside the building it looked light outside, when I actually got out it was dark. There was white-colored illumination from street lights though, which shone on a bumpy sheet of ice on the road. There was patches of snow here and there, covering up most of the grass outside. I saw a car which wasn't mine, but I figured I could use it to get away from the frightening student. It was a pale maroon-colored 60's vehicle that looked fairly worn down, but I got inside anyways. I pushed a large white button to the right of the steering wheel, between that and the radio consol. The car turned on with a "beep".

I began to drive it, pressing down on the gas pedal to turn around (it was facing the wrong way), and began turning the steering wheel. However, the ice on the road made it very difficult to steer properly. The car slide five or ten feet to the side, and then again when I tried to back up. I couldn't drive in this thing, so I had to walk. When I got outside the car, the sky was brighter, almost as if it were seven in the morning. There was much more light now, so I got to the sidewalk and began walking down the street. Instead of apartment complexes and gas stations like in real life, there were single story houses along either side. I began to run again, and ran until I got to a juncture consisting of four small, white, modern buildings, attached together in a pinwheel fashion. The corners were touching but there was no way to get from inside one to the other without first going outside. I took refuge in one of them. There was black barbed fence surrounding them, except for a few medium-sized openings, and a few large green dumpsters. There were many cardboard boxes as well.

Inside the building I chose to enter, there was solid tan flooring, and the walls were brick that was painted white. The whole building consisted of one room, which was littered with brand-new couches and television sets. I sat down in one of the chairs, which was comfortable. Only a minute or so passed before the student appeared in the door, which I thought was impossible. I told her to "stop" and she did, then I performed the finger-through-palm reality check. I really had to push my for my finger to go through, but it did, and then I knew I was dreaming. It only took a second to realize that I've never had a dream quite like this one before, so I decided to egg the student on instead of telling her to leave.

"Keep doing what you're doing," I told her commandingly. "You're boss," she said. That made no sense until I woke up, but anyhow, she then began to advance on me. I felt my lucidity beginning to wane, so I ran at her and tried to punch her. She dodged it and my fist slammed into the bricks, creating a hole. I could see red but there was no blood on my hand, so it must have been the red bricks underneath the paint. I then lost my lucidity almost all at once, but I continued to hit her. "I said to leave me alone!" I said, rather aggressively, and managed to land a blow to her collarbone. She recoiled and touched where I punched her as if in pain. "A**hole", she called me, and slowly backed away through the door, slamming it shut. I finally managed to get rid of her.

Moments later, she came back into the building with a large steak knife. I had a burst of panic, so I turned around and bolted towards a door that suddenly just appeared out of nowhere. I opened it and ended up in an alley consisting of a black dumpster, more black barbed wire, and brick buildings fairly close together. It was now daytime-brightness outside, so I could see everything. I began to climb up along the barbed wire, which didn't injure me at all. I must have been fifteen feet off the ground when the girl appeared outside, swinging the knife. I held my hand out for her to stop, but as I did, she took off my index finger. I shouted "ouch", although there was no pain. I looked at the stub of my finger and although it was flat and red, there was no blood coming out. The girl had vanished.

The next thing I knew, I was back on the ground, holding what was left of my finger. I sat down cross-legged and leaned back against the black wire, looking up at the sky because I wasn't sure what to do next. Then someone appeared; she was a woman in her thirties with long brown hair, wearing a casual dress. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked me. I showed her my finger. "Someone attacked me."

She pulled out what looked like a finger puppet, but it was very plain; the only thing on it was the color grey. She took my finger and put it on, and it filled up exactly what part of my finger had been cut off. She took a small sewing needle and some yellow thread, sewing it on painlessly. When she was finished and I had a look at it, I could move my finger again. When I looked up, she was gone.

Although I never get a lucid dream yet, this morning I (almost) accomplished a feat i have never done before; remembering TWO dreams in ONE night. Today again I woke up right after a dream (about 5 or 5:30) and remembered the dream i just got out of. Going back to bed, it was a guarantee I would dream one more time and have 2 to write in my journal. Unfortunately, I had to go play golf with my father at 6. Out of luck. I tried to go back to sleep but nope. My fathers alarm clock buzzed. Times out.

The dream:
In my classroom at my high school. I am sitting at my place but nobody is with me. I look around and see Alexis, Antoine, Yussef and Eric behind me. At the end of the class there is Catherine and Severine (see Wave 2) with Etienne. He hugs Sev. I think its pathetic, since shes not his GF and she thinks hes ugly. Then my French teacher starts talking to the class. She refers to Alexis as the French fry, cause hes blond. She did some comments about the organisation of the class and how a teacher could help you with your binders (?). Then Eric says something racial against Muslims in the class. I think at that point our teacher is a man.

At recess in my primary schools yard, he walks and talks to his friends when he sees all the Arabic kids of the school. He starts to walk away and puts on his hood but they gang up on him and chase him around. I pop up and walk behind them while talking to Karim (who is a Muslim) and asking him of its really that funny. He answers yes and I agree in my head. Then at some point he pulls out a shovel and tries to hit me. I stop it with my hands. The dude is freakin crazy in real life, i wouldnt be surprised if he hit someone with a shovel. This happens in front of my French teacher who doesnt say a thing. End of Wave 4. Wave 5 coming up tonight.

10/17/2009

Calling in Sick

Before I went to bed, Andrea and I talked about me calling in sick to catch up on some homework today. Well, last night, I dreamed that I drove to work... only I was on the highway and there were sound barrier walls lining the highway. I was driving on them and I remember having a fleeting moment where I though, this can't be real, but I never went lucid. I drove all the way to work, parked the car, and upon approaching the door, my boss Angela comes out. I tell her I thought I'd come and tell her in person that I won't be in today. (How logical, right?) So she says that's ok, she just needs to smoke a cigarette, only she doesn't have any, so she has to go down the block and ask someone for one. I really don't feel well in my dream and it's raining out. She takes off down the street and I try to follow her, but I can't keep up. I watch her run away from me and she looks like an anime character with her fists all clenched as she's running. I remember thinking that I have to tell her this when she gets back to me. So I'm feeling sick, and it's rainy, and I look to cross the street, but I fall into a puddle. It's like... so deep that I fall into it up to my shoulders. I'm so weak from being sick that I just barely pull myself out of it and just lay on the sidewalk. Angela comes back with a puppy. I get up and start walking with them but that's the last thing I remember.