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When the dream picks up I'm on a giant plane with a white haired man. He points down at a football field surrounded by a corn field. Even from here I can tell the football field is full of people. There's a designated spot for him to land, but he lands where the people are standing. They run out of the way, all the while cheering for his return.
We're off the plane. He takes my arm and leads me forward, explaining his town to me. I'm not really listening, this place freaks me out. It's completely isolated, I remember my view from the plane and wonder where all these people live. He tells me that I'll be integrated into the community if God wills it. He has submitted my name to the marriage lottery and if I come up then, obviously, I'll marry the person God has chosen for me.
All their activities are the Will of God, I think how perfect it must be for him. He could orchestrate everything and pretend it's the God's will. While I wasn't paying attention night has fallen. He leads me over to the ballot on the right side of the field where a wide wooden fence separates the playing area from the corn.
"Let's take a look, see what God intends for you." He has his hand on the back of my neck. It's more of a threatening gesture than something that hurts. To everyone else it looks different, somehow that he's taking a fatherly interest in my future. There are scraps of paper with names on them beside a weathered slotted box. Someone has combined them on a list in black sharpie. I notice other people sitting around, they are a part of the community but also isolated. I recognize them as other captives, but they look dull eyed and complacent.
I remember what the raid had been like. Our village of small wooden houses, how the mud felt underfoot as I tried to run, the creatures attacking us in the street. The buildings being on fire, all the smoke. Someone looming over me.
The white haired man is talking to me about other towns he has taken, how many people he has integrated into his community.
He pushes me forward to fence edge and makes me turn over the pages with names on them.
I'm relieved to not see my name.
"It seems God has other plans for you, my dear."
I can't decide if the man has set it up this way, or if he truly submitted my name to the lottery and I was not chosen. I choose to see it as the latter. That Fate has saved me from the fell machinations of this man's faith.
A woman comes up to us and tells him that THEY are here. He releases me and I move along the fence away from the creepy converts. Then I notice that 'they' are the press. They've set up cameras, all facing away from the converts/abducted and toward his community.
I pretend I'm going to rejoin the others and run across the line of the cameras hoping that my family will see my face on the news and know that I didn't die in the raid.
I return to the fence and nervously lean on it, hoping no one questions me. They don't. As I'm sitting there I lean back a little and it's like the corn was an illusion. I can see the wall of corn, but just beyond that is a city street. Almost like he wanted us to believe it was isolated so we wouldn't try to escape.

There's a lapse in the dream and I'm driving. I've stolen a car. I know it won't be long before they discover I'm missing. There are very clear turn lanes and signs that are supposed to lead out of the town. I take the right hand turn, noticing the body of a man in the street that no one has bothered to move. He's clearly dead. I keep driving, taking the suggested turns. I find myself back on the street with the dead man.
This obliterates my hope for escape, I realize I would just have to drive around until I found the way out, and I don't have the time.

They've found me. They put me with the white haired man's son. He's meant to watch me. I don't know what they intend for me, but the man's son doesn't seem so bad. He doesn't crowd me, and the only rule is that I stay where he can see me and don't leave the apartment alone.
"I'm sure you want to shower and change."
I agree. He hands me a pile of clothing and a towel. It has a rainbow colored criss-crossing design.

There's another lapse and I'm standing in a cool dark hallway in the apartment. From here I can see my the son, my watch dog. I look at a painting. It matches the towel.
Except that it doesn't seem like a design choice. The repeated patterns makes me think there aren't any pattern -choices-, that is all there is. I think it's because this man decides who makes the art, it isn't about creativity anymore. The thought makes me sad.
"Hey, you almost done?" The son asks me. I smile at him. I'm only wearing a red tank top and panties. They took my other clothes and didn't supply a pair of jeans.
I ring my hair out and instead of drying my hand on the towel draped over my arm I go to the pile of towels by the sink and start to do it there. The son's face makes me stop, reminding me I have my own. He makes me feel...wasteful somehow.

I've forgotten about escaping. I live in a house with the white haired man's son. When he's not looking I use a square post in the center of the living room to do some sort of arm exercise, it runs from ceiling to floor. I wrap my hands around the post and lift myself off the ground, knees to either side of the post. I think about how I'm not really the person I was when I was brought here.

With this, I'm finally caught up.

Night of 11/21/12

I have stumbled upon a dark secret at school: several students are missing, and I suspect they are dead at the hands of a sinister cult that practices on campus. In my search for answers (as I vow to solve this mystery and expose the cult), I come across a student named Mary. She basically confirms my suspicions: "You'll become one of the bodies before you ever find them!" she taunts me.

Angered, I manage to escape her before she kills me. I find my friend Jessica and tell her that I am closer than ever to finding out the cult's secret. "Have you heard of a girl called Mary?" I ask.

"N-no. Why?" She seems kind of anxious and fidgety, asking if I'll go on a walk with her. I agree, until she starts to lead me into the forest. I suddenly become suspicious that she is going to kill me. I refuse to go any farther and head back alone, but I intend to secretly follow her to find out what she's up to. I am now almost certain that she is part of the cult.

I stalk her further down the path to the forest, but she suddenly cuts back and heads to the graveyard instead. There is no good cover, so I head off to report my suspicions to Alex (my roommate).

"I might just be really paranoid," I say, once back in our room, "but I'm pretty sure Jessica is part of the cult. And now they're all out to kill me."

"That does sound pretty crazy," Alex agrees calmly, eating her Ramen. I pace the room, trying to think of a solution.

Soon afterward, Mary sends us on a treacherous train ride (a strange train that is powered by a crank) in the hopes that we'll die along the way. Now Alex is more accepting of my "crazy" theories and tries to help me.

I was at some sort of party. I was with Raymond and a bunch of other people. There were two girls twwho I kept talking to. One of them was trying to convince me I should date her. She kept saying that she was practically my old girlfriend and since I had been wanting to get back together I should just go out with her. She gave me reasons as to why she was her. She didnt just mean that they were simillar but that they were essentially the same person in a physical and spiritual sense. She wasnt as good looking as my old girl friend. I decided I would date her. The area where we were was interesting. It had a waterslide that twisted and led into a circular pool of water. The whole place had this naturallistic jungle feel to it. They invited me and raymond to to a party the next night. We all shared a tent next to the pool of water. The next day me and raymond were at my moms house. The kept telling us to come to this party by phone. It was out just below black mountain kinda near raymonds but higher up the mountain. One was talking to raymond on the phone and saying that there were too many girls there. Raymond said we would only come if more guys came. I smacked his arm and asked what the fuck he was doing. I said never say that about a party. I didnt want to drive because we had both been drinking. I decided finally to double us on my bike. We didnt get very far. We were on Sexsmith when I realized how ridiculous this idea had been. We turned back. It was snowing like crazy out now and I was using that as my excuse not to drive. A girl came and picked us up. She was friends with the other two girls. I had gone to highschool with her. She was blazing while driving. She had her little brother with her. She offered me a hoot and I refused saying I didnt like smoking weed while partying and drinking. She drove us to this house in a gated community. The community was huge, too big to gated it seemed. The house was a ways away from the gate too. When we finally got the house it was eeirily quiet. I went into a room which appeared to be a little boys room. It was to the right of the front door. There was an on suite bathroom. It sort of resembled my childhood room. There was also another door that was just down a small hall past the en suite bathroom. This room just seemed evil. I began to get a terrible feeling about this place. Someone came into the front door. They were wearing a mask that looked like leatherface's. This whole place was evil it seemed now. I didn't know where raymond was. I thought of the movie the strangers. There was a staircase leading down and I think thats where raymond was. This guy was weilding a knife and trying to kill me. This whole gated community was. I ran out the door and headed for the gate. It was a long ways to the gate and I didnt even know how to get there. I came to a 15 or so foot drop at one point. I had a glass of water and couldnt spill it for some reason. I carefully climbed down the ledge parkour style and kept my glass of water in the cup. I just headed to the gate. There were evil people everywhere, looking at my from their houses and I knew they all wanted to kill me. It was terrifying. I somehow came to the realization that this whole place was a cult and that they had lured me there and that girl that drove me was in on it too. They all wanted to kill me, not for sacrficial reasons though, I wasn't quite sure why. I made it to the gate and over the gate. I waited for Raymond. He came out not too long after I left and we peaced the fuck out of there.

I am in my house and I got to look through my brother's window.
Outside I see a large group of people dressed in purple cult clothes,
which if I was to try and describe them, they look like wizard robes
only purple and I think a little yellow symbol on the hat.
As i'm looking at the group I recognize a couple of faces
from school and I am shocked to find them in a cult.
for some reason some members of the cult are going from door to door,
while the others continue to walk slowly down the street.
Finally my door is knocked on and I cautiously go to answer it.
I open the door and as soon as I do I awaken.

Um...I blame this dream on reading Oneironaut's dream journal before bed...

There were some DV members in this dream, but I am just going to leave it vague.

It was the next semester at college, and I decided to be proactive this semester and join a club. The club was stationed in our dormitory, and it met nearly everyday in a dark office room.

Everything was fine at first. The club was just a meeting place for people with similar interests.

Over time, the club began to centralize its power until it developed, basically, into a cult.

The cult was headed by a man, who was often influenced by another woman in the club.

She reminded me of Bellatrix.

The cult took a dark turn for the worse when the woman announced that it had always been her fantasy to kill a person, and then dissect them.

Thus, the cult rapidly evolved into a murder-cult.

Everyday, the ring leader would order the members, who were lower in power, to find a victim. They would lure the victim into our dark, stone room, where the ringleader would then usually slit his or her throat.

After killing the victim, they would set his or her body on the table and cut apart the innards.

When they were finished, they ordered their members to dispose of the corpse in the abandoned highschool down the street.

A few of us realized that this is NOT the club that we had signed up for!

One of the girls decided to stand up against the members who were abusing their power. She told them off and said that she was not only leaving this group, but calling the cops.

The next day, when we came to the club/cult meeting, we found her corpse on the table. It had been made known to us that if anyone dare leave this cult or step out of line, this would be the result.

The situation kept getting darker and darker. The ringleader had suspicions that people were on to us. They would give us strange looks.

One gloomy evening, when the ring leader and several of his followers were in engaging in the mutilation of their most recent victim, I was finding myself barely able to take this anymore. I knew that there had been a silent resistance forming, but all of us seemed powerless against them.

I knew that any minute, I was about to stand up and scream at the top of my lungs. There was a fire growing inside me.

I was merely seconds from telling them off when a student walked in the door, which the ringleaders had forgotten to lock.

"Oh, wrong classroom," he muttered at first. But when his eyes caught sight of the mutilated corpse on the table he took a few steps back and ran out of the room.

"Make it look like nothing happened here!" The ringleader ordered, suddenly. But everyone was too paralyzed to do anything about the situation. The members who had little power, but were involved in the group enough to struggle for more power, were the only ones who had decided to actually follow the orders of the ringleader. They disposed of the body and cleaned up the crime scene before the cops arrived.

I decided, from that day on, that I was done with clubs. Never again.

I went back to my dorm, realizing that I would probably need therapy for the rest of my life to get over that. Rumors were already spreading all over the school about a cult that would kill and mutilate people.

My room mate caught wind that I had been involved in this cult and pushed me down the stairs while yelling about how wrong it is to kill twenty-two people. I wanted to tell her that I had nothing to do with the slaying of these people, but I knew that that statement was false. If I could have worked up the courage to alert the authorities even after the first slaying, twenty-one people could still be alive.

I was already hearing about the arrests of the ringleader and his closest followers, and I knew that they were coming for me too.

I looked out my dorm window, and wished that a blue-purple feather would fall down from the sky, and I wished that I could sprout beautiful blue-purple wings and just fly away...

11/26/2011
I'm in the nether (in Minecraft), trying to build a path somewhere. I'm on a different level than everyone else. There aren't any ghasts.

I'm riding the trains.

There's a little rich girl who has been kidnapped and is being held for ransom. She is living in squalor and looks like a dirty street child. She is rescued by secret agents.

The devil keeps trying to convince me to sell my soul. We have some interesting conversations, but I don't agree. I don't understand why the others took him up so readily.

It's Halloween. There is a circle of black robed eeevil cultists. I'm in the circle. They ask to be dominated by the devil. I get weirded out and leave.

A guy, possibly a teacher, is splitting us up into two groups. I'm not sure which group he meant me to join, so I just pick the one I want and talk about how I don't care what I was supposed to do. No one objects.

7/2/2011
I'm in kindergarten. I'm putting on some very odd shoes. Is something wrong with my foot? I get a ride from my dad.

I'm walking with A. She calls something gay. I ask if maybe that isn't a little prejudiced. She disagrees. I let it go.

A South Park-esque scene. There is a group of kids dressing differently. I end up in a red shirt with a black hoodie and am fat and have weird hair. I look pretty funny. I point this out to one of the others. We laugh. I finish dressing in all black. Everyone is dressing goth. It's some sort of Satanic cult thing.

A girl and boy who are both goth are off by themselves in the woods. The boy gets killed. The girl tries to make some life-restoring goop.

A Frankenstein sort of guy accidentally brings a corpse back to life. Later, by the river, he resurrects the goth boy too.

There is a hideously fat guy on an experiment table.

A message from beyond the grave about working. Some goth-looking cultists are working on something.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a dark bedroom with my mom and my sister. The room seemed to have cinder block walls and concrete floors. The only light in the room seemed to be a blue glow from somewhere along the walls. The room was really big, almost empty, with a big bed off on the right wall.

I held something like an iPad in my hands. It was playing some sort of news show. Below the news show there was a little yellow strip that ran horizontally across the screen. In this strip would be shown little squares that were like stills frome video news stories.

The news story playing in the main part of the screen was interrupted at one point by an announcer informing people that updates had been made on a man who had been wanted by the police.

I looked down to see the updated videos. At first there were strings of black text. As well as the wanted man, there had been a missing man. One string of text said, "MISSING MAN FOUND DEAD." Another string of text said, "WANTED MAN FOUND KILLING MISSING MAN."

I now pressed on one of the stills, to play one of the video news updates. In my mind's eye, I saw a video image of the wanted man being caught doing something like sawing the missing man's head off while he was still alive.

While I had been wathing the original news story and reading the lines of text, I had been sitting out on the floor, in the middle of the room. Now I was laying on the bed, possibly with my sister.

The still I had pressed played a video history of the two men, up to the most updated news reports. The shots showed various photos of the men in some living room. There was often also a woman in the room. The woman was one of the men's wife. I'm not sure which man.

The men's appearances changed throughout the photos. Sometimes the men looked young, almost 1970s-like. They had huge hair and wore dark sweaters and jeans. At other times, they looked like kind of clean-cut college guys.

But most of the time the two guys looked almost identical: long hair pulled back in a ponytail, the hair mostly brown, with grey streaks in it, and a big grey streak in the center, full, but not huge, beards, and blue eyes.

The two men had had something to do with a cult. It was like one of the men had been the cult leader, while another of the men had been a member of the cult, then gone on either to join another cult or try to make a cult of his own.

Either both men or just the cult leader became militantly angry. There were possibly even groups sent out with weapons. Finally the cult leader had caught up with the other guy and killed him.

The dream I had last night was sort of like a repeat dream, I'd had the dream before. It's not like its a reoccuring nightmare, because the dream doesn't scare me, it was just one of my more vivid dreams so I'm assuming thats why I had it again.

At the beginning of my dream I'm on the bus I ride to school with a few people I know from school, two significant in the dream are R.C. (Cay is her username on here, she has some interesting dreams that I seem to appear in a lot, as she does with mine) and N.A. a guy I've known since kingergarden. The man driving the bus isn't my normal bus driver, Ed, he's some too-skinny, haggard looking guy, who could really use a shave. Somewhat resembling Charles Manson. N.A. is making small chat while I'm trying to figure out why R.C. won't move or say anything.

We arrive at a remote location in the woods and are given our bag of clothes from the bus and told to find our houses. At this point I'm noticing that I've seen this place before and I've seen that creepy guy before.

I start to get really excited and start shouting, "I'm dreaming!" Naturally my DC's are staring at me, when I notice that Aaron Withrow is standing among the people. He smiles at me, waves and then walks off towards where his "house" is located. Me and R.C. also start off towards our own house. We are the only two who share a house and we live far away from anyone else. While living in these woods me and R.C. never leave our home. R.C. is actually some sort of depressed, disturbed teenager that rarely leaves her room and paints some pretty strange pictures. My personal favorite being the girl hanging from the tree in what looks like Lake Hylia from Ocarina of Time.

Anyway, so R.C. is a shut in who I barely see but live with and N.A. comes to my house almost every day and proceeds to put moves on me while I show no interest the entire time. This time around though, I don't stay in the house, I venture off to find where Aaron lives and maybe have a deep conversation with him, like I seen in Waking Life. When I see what I sense is Aaron's home, I notice the Manson look-a-like is outside chatting it up with him and start panicking, something I'm notorious for. Aaron glances towards the general direction where I'm huddled underneath a briar bush, although none of the briars seem to cut me. He smirks and finishes up his conversation with the creeper. Creeper man leaves and Aaron comes to help me out of this most uncomfortable position and place.

I thank him and ask him if I can ask him a few questions. He tells me to come inside, which is when I notice that his house is the exact same as from my zombie/monster dream, and still as messy on the inside. "You should really clean up," I comment. "You should start asking your questions," he retorts. Even my DC's are smartasses like myself. All he really tells me is that yes, I am dreaming, yes, we are in some type of cult, and yes, R.C. plays a significant role in this cult. I start to ask what kind of role when N.A. rushes into Aaron's house. Aaron doesn't look away from me and I'm freaking out trying to figure out what N.A. is yelling at me asking where R.C. and why I'm not with her. "She's a big girl, dude, she can take of herself," I'm starting to get kind of annoyed. "No, your supposed to protect her, that's why you were living her. Go home! Before they come for her!" I'm not to fond of the idea of someone coming and kidnapping my best friend so I run home with N.A. right behind me and when I get there my friend E.N. is forcing himself into R.C.'s room and she lunges and bites him much like she did in my dream before. I'm sighing with relief at first when I remember that E.N. is apparently part of this cult and they want something to do with R.C. which I will not allow. I tell E.N. to let go of her and to get the fuck out of our house. He drops her and leaves like I expect him to and then I go to comfort her, totally forgetting she's a psychopath in this dream. She shoves me down, which is very unlikely to happen IRL (if you knew her, you'd understand she's not the strongest) and then locks herself in her room.

N.A. finds me sitting bewildered on the floor and helps me up while telling me that I can't ever leave R.C. by herself because they'll do anything to capture her. What they want with her is unknown to me but if being a shut in is what I have to do to protect I'll do it. I try to call Aaron like R.C. has done in some of her dreams with her DC, Ken. It doesn't work and I become increasingly annoyed. Like in my dream before food is always appearing in our house, R.C. dislikes N.A., I keep her supplied with paint and canvas to make her pictures, and she only roams the house at night when I'm asleep and she hangs up the pictures she paints around the house, that's also the time when she eats whatever leftovers. I have left out for her. Her favorite is grilled cheese.

Also, there are these cult meetings just about every night and from my house, the only thing I can note about these meetings is that there's a large fire and a lot of movement from the shadows I seen. One night I notice their having one of these meetings and since everyone is there except me and R.C. I figured it was a good time to see if Aaron was home. The distance between these houses is pretty significant so I visualize myself on his porch and then, I'm there. Which comes in handy.

Aaron is home and just sitting on his couch staring at the wall (no technology in these homes except for basic electricity). I try talking to him but he's in some sort of trance and after about an hour N.A. rushes into Aaron's home again asking where R.C. is and telling me I need to find her right now. I start panicking cause he seems pretty concerned for her well-being and try to visualize myself home. Now is when I figure out that I can't do any of the handy teleporting when I'm panicking. I run home and find that someone has already found R.C. and taken her somewhere.

Now I'm panicking even more. I try to relax and "reach out" for her and am able to sense she's somewhere near the fire. I take off towards there and when I come to the clearing where its held I find Manson creeper getting ready to slice into R.C.'s throat. I kick him in a man's most vulnerable part of the body and untie R.C. from the stake she's attatched to. She's about as weak as I know her to be IRL after you squeeze the back of her neck to hard. N.A. comes up to help me with her since now she's gone limp and appears to have passed out. He drapes her over his back to where she's riding him piggyback and I'm just now noticing that everyone else at this "meeting" is dressed like the boys from Lord of the Flies and their all staring at me and getting ready to pounce.

I scream when one of them grabs me from behind and E.N. is coming at me with same knife they were going to use on R.C. When he stabs me, I feel nothing but I know I'm in trouble. I've never died in a dream so I'm freaking out once again. He goes on stabbing me but it just feels like he's pushing his hand on different parts of my body. N.A. starts screaming, "Wake up, wake up, your dying!" Which is the lyrics to one of my brothers bands songs. So I respond with, "Oh my god, you know I'm trying!" And am now in my bed, heart pounding and sweating.

11/20/2010
"I Am Batman"

As you might have guessed, I was Batman, in this dream.
The first thing I remember was sneaking across a dark road, at night, out in the middle of nowhere. There was a large compound, surrounded by a fence, on the other side of this road, and I knew that it was the hideout of a gang of thugs. (I have to start noticing these criminal HQs as dream signs. They have been showing up a lot, lately.) Hoping over the fence, I came upon a parking area, moving swiftly between the cars and keeping my head down, trying to stay to the shadows. There were apparently hundreds of people here, though, and some of them were still coming and going. I could not help being caught in a few headlights, while moving from place to place, but no one who saw me really seemed alarmed - at least, at first. One of the cars sped passed me, missing me by inches. Tracking it with my eyes, I saw the car turn around and come back to make a second attempt to hit me. Again, I dodged at the last second, slinging my fist out and smashing it through the driver's side window, punching the guy in the face. Having shattered his face with the heavy blow, I reached in and grabbed the man, interrogating him and getting information about the people inside.

I was now in the base. It was basically a slum within a large, industrial building; drugs; goons; women; small, ratty apartments; etc. I knew that I was vastly out-numbered, though, so I relied mainly on stealth. Even though the compound was pretty well-lit, and I didn't have many shadows to work with, I used any nooks and crannies I could find, to stay hidden as I moved from room to room. I had the infamous utility belt, with a seemingly endless array of non-lethal weapons, which I used to subdue key criminals and gather information. One of these detainees was a monk of some sort. He was the one that gave me the most information about the organization, and revealed it to be - at its core - some type of cult. He took me to a room where, on a stone wall, I saw something written in what looked like blood. It said something about the coming return of Quetzalcoatl, and that being the whole reason for the cult's existence. It was around here, that I realized I was dreaming. I was still in the Batsuit, and it felt amazing. Enjoying the scenario way too much, I hid the monk in a bathroom, but I couldn't find a pair of cuffs or anything, on my belt (surprisingly), to lock him down. Since I knew I was dreaming, I tried to create a pair, between the man's arm and a steel bar. I could almost see it flicker into solidity, but it just would not make that transition into a tangible object.

Not really wanting to waste too much time on it, I just left the man unchained, and went on about my search for more information. I continued slinking through the hallways, like only Batman could, and it was so much more than just doing an 'impression' of him. I felt like I was him, yet still very conscious of the fact that I wasn't. Interesting feeling, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I came upon a room with two thugs inside, and felt like I could use a quick scrap. They were both sitting in chairs, near each other. I could tell that one of them was much bigger than the other. Knowing that there were two of them, I decided to rush them and take them by surprise. I burst into the room (which wasn't much bigger than the three of us), and sucker punched the smaller guy, laying him out, slumped down into the chair. Immediately, I turned to the left, about to attack the other guy, before he got out of his chair. But that's when I noticed how big this guy was. He hadn't even flinched. He just sat there, within my arm's reach, glaring at me. Slowly, calmly, he stood up. This dude was some 7 feet tall, and like 300lbs of muscle. I felt like a kid, compared to him. And I could tell, by his demeanor, that he and I were on the same page.

Unfortunately, I don't remember too much of our fight. Just a myriad of punches and dodges. I do remember, at one point, he hit me with a punch to the gut that would have crippled a rhinoceros. I actually felt the armored padding in the suit soften the blow - even though, before that point, I hadn't really thought about how thick it was. (I love that the subconscious just fills in these little details, on its own. Always amazes me.) By this time, I was just having the time of my life, being Batman. I was taunting one of the goons and even threw on an imitation of his voice, from Batman: the Animated Series (which is about my favorite incarnation of Batman), and I actually surprised myself at how much I sounded like him. Can't remember what I said, though. Also, while navigating the maze of hallways, I was just kind of "creating" which weapons I would need, from my utility belt. Anything that fit my situation, at the time, I would find. This part of the dream seemed like it lasted a good little while, but I can only recall certain, blurry, flashes of images.

Finally, I made it to the quarters of the compound's leader. He was a young, Spanish dude that kind of reminded me of that crazy muhfucka Peoples Hernandez, from the Shaft movie. It was just he and I, standing in a service area, surrounded by steel pipes and concrete - metal grates and steps. I actually saw something of a HUD come up, in my field of view, as if this were a boss fight in some video game. There was a reticle "on-screen", that showed stats and everything, as we fought. It was an awesome hand-to-hand fight, but I don't really remember too many of the details of it.

(Also, THIS has been my desktop, for the past few weeks, so I'm not surprised about having another Batman dream. Haha.)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT – sleep

Fragments:
- Dream about the people I had a meeting with during the day
- Sequence of aliens/monsters attacking people and ways to fight them (apparently music distracted them)
- Preparing bed to sleep on that place populated by those aliens/monsters
- A collage of movie scenes with Tom Cruise, making fun of him, showing how gay he is

4:45 GMT

More fragments:
- On a big house with a yard. I’m locking the doors. But someone is on the garden and we start talking about something
- At my friend Isabel’s preparing the visit of our guru to our country. More people are there but I don’t want them to know who is coming

6:00 GMT

Even more fragments:
- I’m on my desk and a little bird enters through the window and lands on the desk. Some kids appear and they are crazy about the bird but I don’t allow them to grab the bird. I pick it up very gently but the bird is dying. I try to revive it and it becomes a transparent horsefish filled with oil
- I’m hiking a mountain with 2 couples. I remember distinctively that one of the ladies is in shorts and tank top. I wonder how she is not freezing. We cross a dangerous crack in the ice and keep going.
- I’m on some open air space and decide to lift off, but it’s one of those days in which flying is not so easy. Instead I decide to climb the air, as if it had invisible steps or platforms and I am actually having fun with it

A cult zombie army
I’m in the middle of some barbecue and I’m invited to sit and join it but I say only if they have vegetables. This starts a discussion – a girl there says she would like to eat vegetarian more often but she has no means. I just go ballistic and say to her “What do you mean by no means? Is it really that hard to find some rice and beans on the supermarket? Vegetables? Are those things really that hard to find or to buy? Please!” I know I was a bit over the top and she got really offended, but didn’t reply. The conversation ended there.
Then some strange cult people, kind of hindus but not really sure, come to me trying to convince me to join in. I say no thanks, although appreciate their thought and I go inside this kind of dinner (the barbecue tables still outside). They insist, saying that Simon says I have to. I push them away and they attack me. One guy is Greco-roman fighting me and a girl is biting my ass repeatedly and it really hurts. I tell them to wake up from whatever trance they are in. They give up on me but then send me their boss. He tries to convince me but I threaten to denounce him as a fraud. I kick him out from where we are and I shout outside that his followers should no longer accept whatever pills he is giving to them, because it is just mind control. Then we both realise that in the push and pull, he dropped a book, like a journal and as he thinks it is crucial to get it back without me noticing, I read it in his mind and I close the door immediately, as I must find out what is in the book. I try to lock the door while I hide the book away but he and his “zombie army” manages to break in really soon. Then I wake up...

7:30 GMT – wake up


PRECOG explanations:
- 2 days later I had a discussion with a girl I had worked with, on some snack place with tables outside where we sat to eat something and I insisted on having something vegetarian. She started argumenting with me that that's nice but... Her "buts" drove me crazy and at some point the conversation ended, as we were not going anywhere with it, but getting mad at each other.
- also on same day I found out that there was a hostel and coffee bar really close by called "Simon says".
I have lots of precognitive dreams, but they are always very mixed up, although clear enough that I can identify the bits and pieces here and there.

Edited for improved awesome.

28.08.2010

The Cult (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This looks less than safe.

As I enter the old-tyme, run-down, elevator, I cant help but notice the slanted walls and stain-splattered, dirty yellow upholstery. The door squeaks shut as I randomly hit a floor. I have nowhere to go but up, after all.

My wretched metal tomb lurches as it moves, slowly, upwards into this forsaken hotel. . .

DING!

Hmm. That went better than expected, I muse as I exit the elevator, into the much more luxurious, five-star hotel floor. Walking down the hallways, I pass some strange looking fellows. Very well dressed, but not in any discernible uniform. They greet me kindly, and I return the gesture, rounding the corner into a large meeting room. Ornate pillars dot the perimeter of the area, and off to the left stand numerous folding chairs lined in pew-like rows. Each chair faces forward, toward, a marble altar, complete with curved stairs and huge red and gold-trimmed banners sporting some indistinguishable symbol.

Striding to the chairs, I take a seart. Almost instantly, people begin to stream in and take up seats around me. It becomes clear this is some kind of cult, and they're about to have a mass. I don't belong here. Maybe if I lie low, no one will notice--what am I doing? Standing up, I draw my Katana from my side. The DCs around me gasp and scramble out of the way as I begin my trek out of this ridiculous place.

Two guards block my path out. Not waiting for them to move, I strike them down. . . Or, that's what would have happened if my blade had actually cut. From behind me, "Look at how weak he is. He can't even cut us with his sword."

Like hell, I can't.

I turn quickly and Flash Step to the source of the voice: a colorfully robed man with a golden staff. We fight. My nimble slashes find their way past his rather poor defenses, but each blow I land doesn't even graze him. He begins laughing.

"Bankai!"

Energy bursts out around me and encircles my blade. Swiping downward, I cleave his staff in two. I don't hear any laughter as I shove my Katana through his shoulder. Looking into his eyes, I make sure he understands, 'I'm not done yet.'

"Reverse Bankai, Resurrection!"

My view pops out to third person as light surrounds my body. I feel my sword merge with me, encasing my hands and lower arms, turning them into massive, symmetrical hammers. My grip on the dream wavers. Everything starts to fade away. . .

Oh no you don't.

Utilizing seat of my pants attention manipulation, I'm able to recreate the dream, keeping my new, taller, more muscular form. Unfortunately, I'm no longer in that room. Before me lies a long and perilous staircase, into the heavens. Starting the long climb, towards what I assume is the final battle with the cult leader, three armed men assault me from behind.

My hammers make quick work of their futile attempts to cut me. Two of them I crush outright, while the other survives my initial pound long enough to inform me I've already killed the robed man from before, along with twelve others. This thought sits well with me as I continue my endless climb.