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Bedtime: 12:20

Well, I guess bedtime doesn't determine everything.

It started off with some dream about driving and walking through an urban area trying to get my cousins to a baseball game.

Somehow or other, I wound up in what felt like the woods behind my neighborhood. It was tropical though, and everything was green. The dream was very clear despite being nonlucid. I was showing them houses that had been overgrown and abandoned many years ago. We were talking about how we would have liked to live in them in their prime.

We came to this one house, a huge four story mansion. (Or the frame of one anyway) A massive tree, about 20 feet in diameter and easily 500 feet tall had cleaved the entire frame in half, leaving only two smaller sections standing. Myself and the party of DCs (there were two or three of us total.) were hypothesizing about how the middle must have once looked.

We made our way around back, climbing over fallen trees. We saw that a river ran along the back of the house. There were waterfalls flowing from the cliff-side into the river.

"How cool would it be to live with 3...4 waterfalls in your backyard?!"

I then made an observation of some of the tropical flora. There were fern trees all around us.

This for one reason or another made me become lucid.

I stabilized briefly. I then decided that I wanted to go and see my subconscious and tell him/her/it that I wanted more lucid dreams. I shouted "I want to see my subconscious right now!"

I saw that there was a small double door between two large boulders on the forest floor. The two DCs that I was with walked through it.

I opened the door after them. It was nothing but blackness. I let myself fall in. I fell for awhile before arriving at this location suspended in the blackness.

There was a throne chair with a small child sitting in it. Built up around us was the back wall of the throne room, made out of castle stones, and the floor, made up of tiles. This crumbled away about a hundred feet from the chair in every direction, as if this one slice of the castle had been removed from the rest and placed into this void.

The child (who I guess was supposed to be my subconscious) was wearing a red king robe, golden crown and had a long scepter. Though none of this quite fit him because he was so small.

There were a couple of guards in strange white armor positioned on either side of his throne. I think Manei and Marcus manifested into the room behind me. I could feel their energies.

SubC "I am your subconscious, and I am very busy! Each time you say something to me, it's gonna cost you [some kind of special money]. You have 1,800 of it. Go!"

Me "How come so many of my efforts to lucid dream fail?"

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SubC "Because you didn't do the work I gave to you. Remember Jonathan? Why is he not dead?"

Me "I did the right thing. He said that he wanted to go peacefully, so me and Manei agreed to let him go."

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SubC "But that wasn't what you were supposed to do!" His tone of voice started to sound a bit whiny at this point.

Manei "If there is one thing [my name was garbled] taught me, it's that you shouldn't let other people decide who you are. You should [follow your own path or something.]

I saw that Manei had some kind of money counter for talking to this guy too. She only had about 600 of it. Marcus had no money and therefore wasn't allowed to speak.

SubC "What? You're taking his side?"

Manei (mad) "I wish I was never on your side to begin with."

SubC "Guards, show of force."

Me "Look at you. You try to control people and [mold them into what you want or something.] And when they start rebelling against you, you threaten them. [If you want people to respect you, you have to earn that respect, not force it out of them or something.]" (My ability to recall dialogue is horrible.)

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SubC "Stop it! Stop it! It's not true! Guards, Seize them!" (He started sounding more and more like a whiny child.)

The two guards began to advance on me. The dream started to fade. I saw my 'money' was starting to tick down.

Me: "The way you choose to remove me from your presence rather than learn from me proves just how weak and immature you really are. When you [grow up a little], you will see that I was right about everything. I see no way we can come to an agreement if you are going to act like this."

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The dream cut to black here. I had an FA, but somehow still remained semi lucid. I was on the steps of one of the dorm complexes at my college.

Spoiler for Sexy Toys:

There was a huge blue dildo toy. There was a bottle on the back end of it that you could fill with whatever liquid you wanted, then squeeze it and it would squirt out the front. It was also covered in this soft fabric.

I was trying to hide this object because I didn't want anyone to know that I dreamed about it. I was also thinking about how I was going to describe this scene when I woke up and started writing about it in my DJ. Dang partial lucidity.

At one point I tried to throw it away, but it wouldn't fit in the trash can. It seemed to be continually growing. Eventually it started getting so heavy that I couldn't carry it.

There was also a part where I dreamed that I was trying to send one of my cats away in a cardboard box that would float like a boat on a lake. I felt like the lake we were at had taken the place of my old middle school.

Interpretations:

I really don't know what to make of this. I don't know why my subconscious was so childlike and closed-minded. He wanted things done a particular way, his way. He wanted no part of anyone else, and didn't want to earn their respect. (Sure, sounds like a much younger me, but I'm sure a lot of us acted that way as children since we simply didn't know any better.)

I had a full beard/mustache. I was trying to shave it off with my electric razor. (Strange cause IWL, despite being 19, I hardly have more than a few stray hairs on my face.)


Something to do with the boardwalk behind my subdivision. I was exploring it. Everything was overgrown, however. There were huge fern/palm trees growing. The creek (normally polluted and full of garbage) was running crystal clear. It was very foggy and somewhat dark. I also remember being very hot and being partially lucid. I think I was flying around.


I was at college. I had wanted to take this girl out to lunch after she told me about how here scholarship stopped paying her and now all of her money was going into paying for her classes and she couldn't afford her meal plan anymore.

I got distracted though. There was some kind of drawing competition where you would trace around a person and then texture their body. You were rated on the creativity of how you textured the body. I remember that my group was upset because I hadn't been there for the competition.

They had traced around the girl that I was supposed to be taking out to lunch, but the legs were very out of proportion and very small. The texture they had chosen for her body was fish scales. She then got very angry with all of us for drawing her with fish scales.

The RA came and told her that it was just an art project and was supposed to be fun, but she lost it.

There was something to do with the bottom floor of our dorm being converted to an art supply store.

There was also a complex plot about the girl that I was supposed to take to lunch. I think that her scholarship was made void by her controlling boyfriend, who was able to pull strings in order to keep this girl with him out of need, even though she would have broken up with him long ago...

I think I need to hit the autosuggestion notebook and set some proper dream goals before tonight. I think that the reason for my sludgy recall and lack of lucidity might be lack of organization and clarity. It's basically a put-good-in, get-good-out kind of thing. If I organize my thoughts in my autosuggestion notebook, then becoming lucid, recalling dreams and accomplishing goals should be much easier.

While I'm writing side notes, last week, I started a daily journal on my computer. I've heard quite a few dreamers recommend this for dream recall and clarity. So far, I have only noticed a slight improvement.

I like to use the daily journal to also track things that I would normally not track in my dream journal, but can still pertain to lucid dreaming, such as my bedtime and daily activities.

I was in a mall with mom. I was trying out the perfumes. I put one on on my wrist and tried to smell it but can't. I asked mom to smell it and tell me what she thinks. It was too strong. I asked the guy in the perfume area to let me try another one. I put it on the back of my hand and tried to smell it again: nothing. I let mom smell it, and she said it's "okay" but nothing special. Those were original perfumes, too. I told her for some reason, I can't smell them. Must be my cold. We left the area without buying anything.

We passed by a table that lets people sign up for colleges abroad. I forgot which colleges, but I thought of signing up. I thought that mom might not allow me to study abroad.

NOTE:

- I very rarely dream about perfumes.
- I tried focusing on my breathing as I fell asleep, hoping it will help me transition to lucid dreaming.
- This dream happened as I was waking up already. I woke up a few times in the evening and failed to write my dreams.

I'm in my childhood home and I'm late leaving to get to college. I briefly converse with my sister about it then rush to get ready.

I faff about with my bike for a bit checking I've got air in my tyres and have my lights in place etc. I start cycling and it's really hard work, in pushing really hard on the pedals and barely moving, it feels like my legs are really tied and still asleep. I look down at the gears and hear levers and try to work out what hear I'm in and how to change to a lower gear, which I eventually manage after getting thoroughly confused.

Once I'm under way I realise I've probably missed the train I was going to catch and decide that just cycling the whole way is probably my best bet. I start to get a little uncertain of the route (I've not done it in about 18 years!) The weather is glum and gets wetter, I'm getting soggy and muddy and when I get to a village on the way I decide to pull over and find somewhere to get a bit cleaned up and regroup.

I pull into what turns out to be a cycling shop and I fell a little sheepish that I was just going to use the loo to wag the mud off and I'm in somebody's shop. I have a quick wash and return to my bike. My rucksack is a bit off balance on the rack so I decide to repack it and start turning out items into the shop floor. I try shoving various items into pockets and sections, take out and refold no less than three jumpers, a blanket and two woolly hats, rearrange a small camping stove, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember, and three raw eggs.

At this last item evinces a quizzical grunt from the shop keeper and I explain that they're a gif snack when camping and that it you pack then wrapped in your clothes or blankets or whatever, it's not difficult to keep then safe. I note that of course you have to remember they're there when you get your jumper out of your bag or you'll to them onto the floor. As I'm explaining this I'm trying to zip up my overstuffed bag and manage to pop two of the eggs like zits, looking like a fool

January 28, 2015

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Wow... I went to bed pretty much as soon as I got home (around 5:00pm) and went in and out of sleep and slightly delirious waking time until the morning alarm. This cold has been kicking my ass, royally. As such, I only remember two dreams, really. There are some more fragments, but I'm honestly not sure if those moments were when I was asleep or awake...



Oma's House

I was at Oma's house, and was worried about getting everyone there sick. After slinking around in the corners a bit, I meet two young men. I'd never seen these guys before, so I was wondering why they were at Oma's house. I started talking to them, and found out that one of them had given up on graduate school because he hadn't finished all of the application materials, and the deadline was soon. He didn't think he had a chance at getting in this late in the year, and so he had just given up. I went online, and got access to his email to see what news there was about the application. I figured out I could open and close my hands to change the color of the background. White background meant I could edit and write in the email, while an orange background meant I could only read the email. IT was like turning on a safety lock. I got the feeling that this guy would get into the school, and was going to tell him, but he and his friend were both gone when I went to find them.

I went to the back room to see if they were there, but when I opened the door, there was a woods and small meadow in front of me. I went through the door, and figured I was at the cabin my family owns. The chairs were all set up and I decided to go for a walk. In the woods, I met a family of deer and watched them amble along.




Amusement Park

I was at an amusement park of some sort. There were two sections of the park, and I wanted to get to the other one. Apparently to do that, you had to go through this underground area. It was strange, though, because the underground area was almost a complete circle, so the entrance was right next to the exit. There was a tall wall separating the two parts of the park, though, so you still HAD to use the tunnel. There were stairs and escalators at both ends, and a bunch of stalls lining the whole tunnel. I remember that by the time I got to the other end, there was a big stall completely blocking all four of the escalators up to the other section, and so I had to take the stairs. I was mad at the owners of the stall for taking up all that space, and wondering why on earth there would still be escalators if they were going to just be blocked anyways.

When I got to the top, I saw through a door into the office of the head honcho of the tunnel, or something. Inside, a guy (maybe the same guy from my other dream. I can't be sure because of how weird of a state my mind was in) was getting some of his teeth brutally pulled out. I ran in and tried to stop the head honcho, but apparently this was completely legal? Head Honcho said this other guy owed someone his teeth, though I was still doubtful, and wanted to do something about it. It just didn't seem right to me, but the other guy told me to leave and that he was okay...

So I exited the tunnel and found myself in what seemed to be a loading bay or construction area. I wondered where the park had gone, and even asked someone in a hardhat where the park had gone, and he was like "it's right here," and motioned toward three entertainers. One of them was a midget in a shiny purple costume, karate chopping a cat. Another was tall and pudgy wearing bright yellow, balancing something on his nose. I don't remember what the third person was doing, because I woke up.

Not much this week due to illness. Haven't tried inducing since last week, but had a near miss last night and an LD this morning:

I am on a college campus, inside a coffee shop. I am eating something in line and not paying attention. Suddenly it is my turn to get coffee. I apologize to the barista for not being ready and he walks away from me. I try locate the decaf. I see the dispenser for decaf coffee and ask if it is dark roast. He says that it is. I order a coffee and then hand him a plastic coffee cup/thermos I have picked up from inside. It is full of Cookie Crisp cereal (apparently what I was eating). He looks inside the mug, and then dumps all of the cereal into a trash. I am a bit shocked, as I did not expect this. I go back to the displays in the story, looking for another bag of cookie crisp. I find one, but realize that I had emptied a bag into the mug without paying for it. I decide to steal this bag since the barista ruined my opportunity to eat the other one. I shove them in a plastic grocery bag I am carrying.

I return to the counter. The barista says I look familiar and asks where he's seen me before. I agree and say he also looks familiar but that I don't know. He asks if I went to a lecture the previous day. I say I didn't. I ask him if he's a lucid dreamer.

"Yes," he says.

"Oh, cool," I say. "How long have you been lucid dreaming?"

"Since he walked in the door."

I stare at him for a moment before nose pinching. Seems I am awake, but I check my watch anyway. It is spazzing out and being weird. Could be a dream. He comments on me looking at my watch, saying, "Oh, that's one of the ways you check to see if you're in a dream." I look suspiciously at him and say, "This is a dream, isn't it?" He makes some kind of noncommittal gesture.

I look around at my surroundings. Everything seems very normal and very real. This seems like reality. I then realize that if I wake up in a few minutes I will be sort of pissed. I think back. When was the last time I went to sleep?And then I remember. I fell asleep at home. This is definitely a dream. Elated, I fly easily into the sky. The dream is providing me with good flying energy, and I am soaring higher and higher. I look down, and survey the ground below me, before diving headfirst at the ground. The street scene has become an ocean, and I dive beneath the waves. It unfortunately does not feel very real, and the dream begins breaking up. However, I continue flying along, hoping the visuals and tactile sensations will return. I wake up.

01-20-15: This is what I get for viewing past dreams on my blog on this site (especially the one stemming from the "davemadson" silliness with everyone's "termination" reaction with the screaming little girl with brown eyes and brown hair from a couple of months ago). This time, the main dream character had blue eyes and blonde hair and was around college age standing around 5'6"-5'8", kind of like a scene from a '90s-early '00s film. And I thought I wasn't going to get anything after a heck of a bad day yesterday (it has been happening a lot lately).

This all happened after the first act of the dream inspired by either the PS3 or PS4 version of Grand Theft Auto V made no sense--and it was the online part of the game (I have the PS4 version), and no parts from this were used in the second act (I think).

However, back to the second act: she was surrounded by two or three boys while she was in front of a yellow muscle car, probably a '70s Ford Mustang Mach 1 or a '70s Dodge Charger Super Bee or Challenger. One of the boys (or other DCs) had a beanie with a patterned or crocheted skull on it (it was black or charcoal/white). I couldn't tell if she was trying to befriend them or run away from them.

Also, in the background, I could see some downtown Raleigh buildings or buildings near the NCSU (North Carolina State University for all you non-U.S. viewers of this blog) campus.

I don't know if she was a student at the college or anything in particular. I also do not know if the main DC involved resembles a '90s Reese Witherspoon, a '90s Alicia Silverstone, or anyone in particular from that era with blue eyes and blonde hair, or NC natives Evan Rachel Wood or Britt Robertson, either. I think she was cornered by at least 3 boys, or guys. After their encounter, the rest of the act of the dream made no sense and I woke up at about 6:05 AM unexpectedly. I don't even get why because I started back writing this year (it's my 20th), these weird dreams started happening again.

(Wow...this is my first post in a while where I went the whole thing without one sentence talking about James Lafferty--D'OH!)

...oh, well. Until next time, WM86

With my friend's car, I drive around town. He needs it back soon, so I get on a motorcycle and start going really fast. It's awesome. I'm mostly looking for a pawn shop so I can get a guitar for cheap, but don't see any. I end up riding the whole night and as the sun comes up, I find my mom at the University welcome center. She's trying to get me to live on campus a year before I start taking classes. I explain that housing is way cheaper off campus, and ride up the hill through lots of tents as she follows me. Apparently there is a big cult that has set up camp at the university, and they're kind of threatening. All dressed in the Sam white clothing, and full of pride, they all stare at me blankly as I ride along their camp. I pass them quickly but reach a dead end. Not for me. I dive and slide under a barbed wire fence to freedom! I see a road in the distance and make my way back to the relative safety of society.

Riding that dirt bike really stood out as a main part. Throwing it around, taking really sharp turns, power sliding all over, just an amazingly fun time.

I was talking to some guy I shared a building with about whether to shower before going out that day. In my mind's eye I could see myself, dressed to go out in a brown top, ripped jeans, and boots, topped off with some dangly jewelry, but most importantly I could see my hair, clean and styled into soft, voluminous waves coming down just past my shoulders. I concluded no shower was necessary- clearly I was ready for whatever plans we had.

I was in an open building with what looked to be bamboo walls. On the first floor, there were no doors, only doorways, and it was quite small. There was a small, unfurnished living area and a short hallway leading to a public ladies' bathroom, with no stalls. Across from the living space was a wooden staircase I assumed lead to the bedrooms of those who lived here, including my own. Through the two doorways leading outside I could see it was a sunny day, and big, bright green leaves hinted at the foliage that undoubtedly surrounded the building. I was aware that a short walk outside would lead me to a beautiful beach with soft white sand.

A girl was standing near the entrance to the bathroom. She had a heart shaped face and a cheerful demeanor, and though she was wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt and cutoffs, I could see that she had done her makeup and styled her hair into soft little curls. My dream self had some sort of relationship with this girl, and I ran up to embrace her. "Your hair looks beautiful. Who's the cutest thing ever? It's you," is what came out of my mouth when we touched. I like the feeling this gave me - my supposed girlfriend looked so happy, and I think I was too.

I had to use the dreaded stall-less bathroom. Surprisingly, there were at least a dozen girls in there, some showering, many standing around, and a large number on toilets, all socializing. I joined a line of girls on the toilet and was slightly uncomfortable but almost too amused to care. I then noticed a girl I'd met at my college GSA looking at me. I jokingly said, "Hey! Quit watching me poop, you weirdo," to which she just smiled and walked away.

When I finished, I wrapped my robe, somehow now my only piece of clothing, around me and started heading upstairs to get ready to go out, even though I had been ready already. The robe wouldn't tie up properly, so I had to hold it with one hand. Having reached the upstairs, I found myself standing on the very crowded beach. I started walking to the right, parallel to the dark waves. Any people I passed didn't seem to notice me. I had to walk under a few rickety old docks and around a good bit of litter. I passed a seagull picking at some trash, and it took great interest in me, my robe in particular. The next thing I knew, it was attacking. I kept swatting and grabbing at it, but only one hand was free, making it very difficult. It was during this excursion that I was woken up.

I was at an airport on a college that was on a mountain. I had all my gear from work and was getting ready to go to boot camp. The lady at the register was freaking out that I had all my work gear so I had to leave it in a locker. I knew I was told I could of taken the gear with me but figured the girl didn't know what she was doing. I called Valery and told her to pick up my gear. When I finally got to boot camp, the drill instructed were messing with us and even started fires for us to put out.

I was in college attempting to work out some kind of scheduling mishap or something. There was a weird thing happening where next semesters classes overlapped with this semester and supposedly I had to attend the classes from both semesters for a few weeks until this semester ended.
I met one of my old science teachers from High School, and was very happy to see him. (He was one of them cool teacher who stays in touch with youth and makes class fun.) He was trying to help me get the scheduling worked out.
I think he was teaching a class, but it was being taught in this trailer/manufactured home that had been set up on campus. It was a chemistry class and the trailer/manufactured home had a hazmat feel to it. We had to wear gloves and goggles.
At one point, somebody was yelling and we ran outside. They said to get a good view, and I climbed up on this random wooden platform.
A huge meteor was entering the atmosphere. It looked as though it were arcing and not going to impact anywhere near us, but it actually started pulling up, following a reverse arc, and impacted about where my dorm was. (I was across campus) A second or two later a massive shockwave rolled through knocking down the wooden scaffolding and sending me flying. All the windows went out.
I got up, pushed a 2x4 off of me. No major injuries, my ears were ringing a little though.
"Woahhh!! Dude! That was sick! I've never seen anything like that!" A male DC yelled out. Somebody said that all the classes had to be cancelled because all of the windows were gone. I felt better about not having to do two semesters worth of classes in one semester.
I remember looking up in the sky and seeing several more meteors coming down on us.

I might write a ramble later today.

Something to do with being on my college campus; save for a fancy modern lounge/study building that isn't there IWL. Everything inside of it is blue and white.
There is a computer lab that I frequently visit to check e-mail and the likes. Every time I go in there though I find this rubix-cube like object where the center tile on each face lights up and the thing beeps.
And every single time I take the thing to lost and found where campus security finds out that it is a bomb. Yet for some reason they never investigate who is leaving the bomb behind or why. At one point I call the actual police and ask them to investigate the recurring appearance of the device. They talk with campus security and say that security cameras haven't picked up anyone leaving them; in fact nobody goes into the computer lab save for me.
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There was something to do with my friend S and an art project that was due in one of my classes. We were sitting in the blue and white lounge building. I panicked because I didn't know when it was due or what day it was; I had been so wrapped up with the bomb issue. I asked him what day it was. He said it was Friday. I nose pinch RC'd twice and became lucid, then woke up.

18.11.2014

I order coke, yet I am given beer! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was attending college during this dream. I was in a class related to a major in cooking. I really did not like the class, as the teacher was having a very scientific approach to cooking and there was no hands on training at all, just lectures and I really felt that cooking was all about hands on. Some other students, two females, where sharing the same thoughts as I, so we would get into hands on training after class. It was my first time to join them, even though they already were doing these side classes.







The settling looked similar to the above photo, in fact, the uniform was pretty similar. I was given a small round device, it had the same of a pill, but it was about a feet in size. It had a special combination and I needed to put three numbers 2 in a row. I struggled a lot to do this, but I was finally able to and suddenly the "pill" released a black apron, some cooking utensils and some made up devices that I have no idea what they were for. One of the ladies was happy and I got dressed to cook. We cooked some food, even though, I cannot remember what it was.

We decided to go on a break and we went to a mall. They were going to buy a bed and we were going to share it, even thought, there was no sexual intents from neither of our ends. The matress store had several beds displayed outdoors and we laid down to try some of the beds. One was a water bed and I told her I had my doubts they would allow that bed in the apartment, since usually water beds are banned due insurance.

From here, we went to the food court and they were going to pick up food while I went to buy the drinks at a little store that sold drinks. This store was like a bar and there were four employees. I ordered two Coke Zero and every time that the employee prepared the drink, it was a beer. I told them I wanted no beer and the employees started to be rude with me. They made me wait, assisted other clients and eventually, would bring me another beer. I was tired of waiting so long until one of the ladies ended up meeting with me. I was tempted of just jumping the bar and preparing the cokes myself, afterall, I could see the soda dispenser right in front of me and I could not understand where the problem was, but I did not as I could get into trouble.

From here, a lot happened but I forgot. As soon as I reached my journal from bed, I recalled the early part of the dream (written above) and inmediately, forgetting the last part of the dream.

I recall being in a cycle last night. With every sleep cycle I had a cookie-cutter anxiety dream, and in all of them I became partially lucid and changed the dream scenario in order to stop the dream from creating any stress.

I recall one having to do with me having to write an essay. I manifested one in my hand before slipping back into nonlucidity.

Another had to do with me being late for a class. While lucid I gave myself two extra hours.

Yet another had to do with a violent storm fast-approaching my house. I think I redirected it.

There was one having to do with D. He was for some reason sleeping on an air mattress in the middle of our room. My parents were involved somehow, and no lucidity in this one.

The final dream was blurry. I remember I was trying to get these long metal rods out from under my bed. I know I became lucid here, but I can't remember what the heck was going on.

Not counting any of these as lucids though because recall was so bad.

Some dream where my laptop computer was really tiny. It was supposed to be waterproof now too, and I was using it while in the shower. It turned off, and I thought that the water had killed it.
I got out of the shower, got dressed, went into my bedroom, and plugged it in. It turned on, but it seemed sort of glitchy. Marcus told me to wait a minute. I then tried turning it on again. Turns out it hadn't been damaged by the water, it was just low on battery.

I FA'd. I was in my college dorm room and realized that I was an hour late for a class that was taking place in the library.
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For some reason I was waiting at the bus stop. It was a rainy, foggy day. I did a reality check because this seemed like a dream. It didn't work though.

I was observing this dream where the Hulk and the Hulkbuster armor were fighting. It looked just like the trailer. (See the Age of Ultron trailer) Thor was involved in the fight as well. At one point the Hulkbuster suit was using Thor's hammer. It was glowing red.
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Korra and Aang (Yes, Both Avatars) Joined the fight. They used earthbending to attack the Hulkbuster suit. Black widow, Captain America and Batman came into the fight. The fight grew very chaotic and I recall having trouble figuring out who was on who's team.
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Something to do with Tony Stark building this weird Iron Man suit with a giant head. It had two small eyes going up vertically the front of the mask. The suit malfunctioned and broke his neck.
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I was in this huge log cabin mansion built in the woods. All of the characters from both Avatar series were in here, and they looked like real people. Meelo wanted to teach me how to airbend.

Batman: So awesome he shows up even when everyone else is Marvel and he is DC.