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So this is a dream I had from last night <3

I was at the church with the guy I like. I was sitting on the stairs near the stage area in the front of the sanctuary. I was sitting on the right side where the drums are. After a while I stood up and we walked around the sanctuary, it was just the two of us. For some reason, he randomly was outside and I could see him out the window. It was overcast, and there was a slight drizzle of rain. He came back in and we stood on the stage, this time over to the left in the back of the stage. He held me close to him and...(I'm not sure how to explain this) put his forehead on mine and touched the end of my nose with his. He looked into my eyes and I saw my own emotions reflecting back at me. He just stared into my eyes for a long time, until, slowly, the dream faded into darkness and I woke up, my heart beating quickly in my chest.


What I find weird, is that when I dream about him, everything feels real, like it should happen. When I wake up, I'm surprised that it was only a dream. I don't understand why I dream about him so much, and why we're always at church when I dream about him.

I wonder if he likes me just as I like him, because in this dream, I felt so close to him, and we realized just how strong the bond was between us. He acts like he likes me, but I can't be sure. It's just, I wish these dreams would come true, but I don't know... Maybe there's no chance of me and him ever being more than friends, but well... I won't go on and on...

Please comment, thank you.

100th DJ entry! Woot!

1. I have bought a bag of pot from my brother's friend D.H. I smoke it, and sure enough I get a very high/drunk feeling in dream. I approach a mirror, and see that the pupils of my eyes are rapidly dilating in and out to an unnatural degree.

2. I'm on a rafting trip with my graduate adviser. My raft tips over, and I fall into the filthy water of the river. I find myself almost trapped beneath another raft commanded by a fat kid, but do manage to escape.

3. I'm driving my brother's car around town. I notice that many of the billboards and street signs are covered in graffiti. I also notice that my brakes are unresponsive, so I'm forced to drive dangerously, rolling through stop signs and barely avoiding many collisions.

Nightwalker

I am in my apartment. I am dreaming. How did I get here. I feel a creepy presence. I turn, and I see it’s just my reflection. Just a seven foot tall lanky demon in the mirror. I scratch my chin. Oh, hey that’s me. That’s right. Nightmare time. MUHAHHAAHA!
I summon seven mirrors. Each one has a different Self or version of me... Timelyst Knight, my Future Self Lord of Knight, the immortal android from the future, with an adamantium body, and symbiote armor. Soulkyst, my Vampire Self, with pale lavendar skin, and long white hair. 3Juargawn, my Beast Self, God of Nothing, the Jaguar-Man. Peter Pan, my Inner Child, who resides in my Inner World, NeverWonderHell. I see the other mirrors changing into different forms... Solgawn, the Minotaur from another dimension, Deathgawn, my Demon Self...

Aha, my Angel Self! How profane! I pull my angel self out of the mirror like a suit, and become an angeldemon. I writhe in pain as my angel helmet burns into my flesh before finally fusing with my skull. I wield the Flaming Sword of Michael, and it burns itself into my hand. I scream it pain as it fuses to my hand. Feathery bat wings grow out from my back. My skin is half red, and half covered in tiny white feathers. I feel like I am going to vomit. I spin around, and the dream changes. I am in Hades. Gawn is sitting upon the throne of Hades. He is continuing a conversation, gesturing in disgust to an animal in a cage next to me. “...and furthermore, I have no energy to feed it, unless you would like it to feast upon you. So- what have we here? Nomad?”
For some reason, I am about three feet tall. I bend over and cough.
“Stand up, you!”
I stand before Gawn the Dream Warrior Master, my father-in-law, and look him in the eyes, with one yellow eye, and one red.
“Holy shit. You actually did it. You’re one crazy fucking bastard, man. I give you that. I definitely give you that. Holy fucking shit. Hey, that’s what I name your angeldevil demonangel whatever form: Holy Shit. HAHAH. FUCK YES. YOU LOOK FUCKING CRAZY. LOOK IN A MIRROR.” He summons a mirror.
I kind of look like Two-Face, but, angel and demon.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Nomad?”
“We are all one, Father-In-Law.”
“Oh, there are no laws, cut the bullshit, son. lol.”
“So, you thought, ‘oh, hey, I am a badass. I am going to infect the Hive Mind with the Ultimate Coolness. Since we are all one, I will just prance through the Dream Plane as an angeldemon doing the work of Gawn?”
“Something like that, Your Honor,” I cough.
“Someone give this man a drink of water, or hm.. pomegranate juice, I heard he likes that. And don’t call me that, you little weird alien boy.”
“I grin,” I grin.
“And do stop narrating out loud everything you do.” DOH! “Now, walk with me through these cartoony purpley grey caverns, and we shall speak of dreams and other dimensions, but mostly... Nightwalkers.”
“Uh... what’s a Nightwalker?”
“You, apparently.”
“Is that like a Nightstalker?”
“No! Nightstalkers are ignorant demon posessed fools! Or infected children, or weak minds, poor things. Nightwalkers are a different breed. You will see.” Gawn leads me to a giant door with letters carved in the purpley grey rock: NIGHTWALKERS in yellow letters. There is a note nailed to the door which reads: If you like be one Nightwalker, take an application to the left of the signe. If not, go away. After you take the application, throw it away, because you are not fit to be a Nightwalker. Lol.
Sincerely,
The Nightwalkers
P.S. I’ll haunt your fuckin dreams, bitch.

I then realize the door is Wounded Paw, the Native American Dreamwalker I saw in my dream so long ago. “WOUNDED PAW!” I shout. He morphs into a human and grins at me. He creates a portal, and we walk through together. We walk up a flight of stairs. The stairs rumble then grow slippery, which I ignore, until they feel like living flesh beneath my feet. Gross. Eyeballs roll down next to me. Then, a river of blood, pus, and vomit. I begin to smell it. I summon a clip over my nose.
“Okay, this doesn’t scare me, it just grosses me out.”
“FUCK YOU! YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!” Wounded Paw grabs me by the throat, and shoves me into a dream where I am in an insane asylum, trapped in a straightjacket. I want to do an RC, but I can’t move my hands. Fuck. This must be real. Yeah, it looks real. How the fuck did I get here. Oh, right... dreams. I told too many people that I can do dream sharing. The government said I could either work for them, or they would drive me crazy. I ignored them. Little did I know they just made me look crazy, as a form of imprisonment. This is making me crazy! Being here, locked up. Goddammit. I should’ve never told anyone that I have been contacted by aliens. Of course those alien fuckwads are not going to save me. Fuck them. Shit shit shiT! AW SHIT.
Xaphor appears. “Dude, you are SO DREAMING.”
“No, I am not. I am going crazy, and you are a figment of my imagination.”
“STOP BEING AN IDIOT. WE HAVE THINGS TO DO. TAKE OFF YOUR COSTUME, AND LET’S GO, NOMAD.”
“Okay, I am just going to ignore you Mr. Figment. La la la...”
“Oh! You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh, good he’s gone.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, I can’t see you.”
“Because I am invisible.’
“Soon, I am going to stop hearing you.”
“No.”
“La la la.. I am just here in this padded room by myself.”
“NO YOU ARE NOT! STOP TALKING LIKE A RAVING LUNATIC, AND LISTEN TO ME. THIS IS A GODDAMNED DREAM, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! AA! YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF!”
“Whoah... that was really loud.. I actually felt the sound in my chest...”
“That’s because, I am real.”
“Are you a ghost?”
“No!” he shouts materializing in front of me. “I am your Dream Guide, he says, breathing hot dragon breath in my face. I feel like I just got sunburned. Ow...”
“Okay, this is obviously real, so how did I get here?”
Xaphor leaps upon my legs, and bites my face. I scream in pain, and writhe out of my straightjacket, ripping it off and Xaphor, flinging him across the room. He hits the wall and smiles. “That’s th spirit, Nomad. Now let’s kick some interdimensional ass.”
“Stop trying to make me sound crazy, demon!” I shout, becoming a demon zombie.
“Why are you morphing?”
“I don’t know, Xaphor.”
“You are in Nightwalker School.”
“Holy shit! I forgot.’
“Yes. Epic PHAIL! on your part. Looks like Wounded Paw is not going to hire you.”
“Dude, I don’t even know what a Nightwalker is. Gawn doesn’t tell me shit! It’s annoying.”
“You should trust him. He is the Dream Warrior Master.”
“I do trust him, but that has nothing to do with being curious.”
“Maybe he doesn’t think you are ready.”
“What is a Nightwalker, Xaphor? No riddles.”
“You made it up.”
“Oh... uh... no I didn’t! What the fuck?”
“A Nightwalker is a dream invader, a Nightmare Inducer. A Nightwalker induces two types of nightmares for two different reasons. One nightmare is the Adventure Nightmare. A Nightwalker will invade the dream of a non-lucid dreamer to induce lucidity and recall through fear or amazement. The other type is Pure Vengeance. In this type of Nightmare, the Nightwalker will invade the dreams of an evil person, to avenge the victims of their evil deeds. These dreams are the ones in your Hidden DJ that you have in your dreams.” Xaphor reads from a book.
“Uh, what is that book?”
“Your book.”
“What’s the name?”
“Dreamwalking: Oneiromancy for the New Millennium.”
“Kind of long.”
“Meh.”

missing time

I am in a dojo. I am learning basic martial arts. “Time to get back to the basics, Nomad. Time to have lucid dreams in Alpha State. Valerian, Choline, use whatever aid you can. Melatonin, vitamins... just do it all. nothing is cheating. Mother Earth provides us with such things for dreaming. Electronics are machines made by man’s mind. Amazing. Do not fear of relying on such devices. When the time comes for you to become a cyborg, choose wisely a company known for quality, such as Yamaha.
As soon as he says “Yamaha,” I lunge at him, knowing he must be some Templar fuckwad trying to infect my dreams with Consumerism. “FUCK YOUR PRODUCT PLACEMENT, BITCH!” I shout, as I leap upon his chest, and beat his ass. It’s Gawn. “It’s Gawn.” I stand up.
“Yes, I know who I am. You don’t have to tell me, idiot.”
“”Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud?”
Gawn rolls his eyes. “Actually, the founder of Yamaha is an avid lucid dreamer, who dreams about quality, and perfection. He plays every saxaphone, drives every motorcycle in his dreams after the engineers come to him with their designs. He has taught his top designers to lucid dream. In fact, its a requirement for all lead engineers of Yamaha to be able to lucid dream at will.”
“Are you serious.”
“Yes.”
“So, are you saying I should work for Yamaha?”

“No, I am just saying when you buy your cyborg parts for your body, look for a company with a reputation for quality. Wake up! You are dreaming.”
“Oh, right. I forgot. Thanks. Oh wow. I am. Gawn, I have to wake up, an write this down.”

“Do it.”

Dreamed on May 07, 2011
For some reason, I had this dead black cat (I seem to remember something about obtaining it in a grocery store?) & there was an evil spirit trying to inhabit it. So, I kept the carcass in my room until I figured out what to do with it. I remember seeing it on my nightstand rotting. I had to keep banishing the evil spirit from the cat's body but it wouldn't give up. After a while, I had my brother go downstairs to distract my mom so that we could get out of the house without her seeing the dead cat. Our plan was to go bury it. So, while he was doing that, I wrapped up the body in an AC/DC shirt & then went downstairs. When I got to the landing, there was this little boy waiting for me & my brother was gone. It was Halloween, so my mother told me to give him some candy, which I did even though I knew the real reason the boy was here--the evil spirit was inside of him & he temporarily inhabited the boy's body to get to the cat. I remember tickling him, acting like everything was okay. After I gave him the candy, he tried to run up the stairs to the cat (he didn't know I had the body with me) but I caught him & put him outside the front door. I then proceeded to go for a "walk", but I actually rode my bike to a graveyard, with my boyfriend (the little boy was gone when I left). When we got to the graveyard, the whole scene was really spooky & it was kind of dark out. There were open graves everywhere, & I remember seeing these big, fake eyeballs on the ground as well. When we went inside the gate, I realized that there were cat carcasses everywhere. I felt disgusted & scared & started to cry--I think I was barefoot at this point--so I just set the cat down instead of burying it as planned. My boyfriend & I got out of there as soon as possible & all of a sudden, we're at the top of my staircase & it starts to snow. The snowflakes looked like little yogurt clusters. My boyfriend said that he had a bad feeling about going downstairs & that he didn't want to, but my reasoning was that we were gonna have to face it sooner or later. He then decided to leave & ran down the stairs & then disappeared when he reached the bottom. He left me there to face whatever it was alone. So, I go downstairs & there's a creepy, sinister, ghostly, aristocratic man sitting in the recliner waiting for me. He orders me to get dog treats for him to feed to my chihuahua, Candy. I think I feared that he would hurt her. Anyway, I got the treats for him, which were in a tiny bag, so consequently, the treats were tiny as well. He acted like the treats were really important for some reason. Then I showed him that Candy could do tricks, & he seemed in total disbelief that she could beg. He wasted the whole bag in a matter of minutes, throwing handfuls of the treats at her. When he ran out, he demanded for more & I explained that we didn't have any more & would have to buy some at the store. I didn't really realize this while I was dreaming, but at some point, he turned into a woman. She had this piercing, scary beauty about her & she made me feel more uncomfortable than the man did. She made me sit on her lap & she showed me how she killed herself by touching my temporal lobes with her hands. The vision that came to me when she did this was her staring back at me in a crouched position with big, beautiful, frightening eyes & I asked her, "How can you be so beautiful & frightening at the same time?" She replied, "It depends on how far you're willing to be corrupted." She then stabbed herself in the eyes with what I think were golden-colored flats, which were, apparently, my shoes.

Some Fragments:

My ex keeps putting my bed covers over top of his BBQ, covering the meat he is cooking there. I keep telling him to stop, but he doesn't, saying that he likes the smokey flavour he gets when he uses my bed covers as a lid

Owen is visiting and we're trying to figure out what would be the best job for him. I am looking in his online profile to get some ideas, but I feel like I'm trespassing or snooping.

My son is sat at a large table with all kinds of fruit and veg on it. We are testing each to find out which he likes.

Flies in my Nose!

I have a sickness of the eyes and I can't seem to focus properly. Blurry, I go up to the doctor and they tell me it will be expelled soon. I sit down in a dentist like chair, or rather, I lay back, as they turn on a big overhead light. I ask them what it means that 'it will be expelled soon' and they tell me that 'it' is an insect that is in my nasal cavity. Sure enough, one tiny fly like creature comes out of my nose in a stream of liquid, then another. I am told that this happened because of the cubed tobacco I have been eating. I think of where I got it, and I see Teddy from Gray's anatomy eating it too. I picked up the habit from being around her, I rationalize.
The doctors collect the flies to send to pathology.

02/25/10

I'm Alex and she's Nikita and – shit! I throw myself behind a set of crates as a blaze of gunfire lights up my trail.

"We have to take the south exit!" she shouts over the noise.

"They've anticipated your escape route," I shout back, "It's an ambush!"

"We don't have a choice!"

Splintering wood and conveniently placed explosives under piles of precariously stacked crates – we make a dash for the exit. Don't stop when you're in the open, I tell myself, sprinting across the lawn, It's when you're most vulnerable, and we dive into the river and Alex closes her eyes.

Caught in the slipstream, I nudge at Alex/Nikita. Don't hold your breath, I say. Breathe. It won't hurt you.

Alexandra. Scare Factor: 2.

02/21/11

Door after door leading to white hallway after white hallway. "You must remember the way," he says, "For you will return alone."

The next room is an airy loft, warm lights illuminating hardwood floors and brick walls, black leather furniture and red accents. Light streams in from the windows, but I don't look outside. My focus is on the jewelry box which sits on the black coffee table.

Dark stained oak, cheap brass clasp. Approximately six inches across, four inches tall, five inches deep. I flick open the cheap brass clasp. Red velvet? Darker. Not black, too repetitive. Inside the box is an onyx pendant, oval-shaped, set in silver.



My mind filters the details automatically, but I'm focused on the brief spark of red energy, invisible threads latching onto my energy reserves and trailing through another level of the dream-world. A horcrux, then.

Dark. Underground. Cavernous. Walls drip with slime and... blood, yes. No smell, no sensory input other than sight. Area is large, but confining. Can feel the thing trapped here, straining against its bonds.

Sharp movement. Living, shapeless mass of flesh and grinding bone. Something claws its way from inside, tears the creature open from the inside. A humanoid figure steps out of the bloody, writhing thing. This is the monster.

"Run," I say to the other man. "You need to get as far away from me–"

Too late. The room goes pure white in an instant, powered by the horcrux's parasitic bond. A cloaked figure unfurls itself across the room, stands up straight and I make a sharp gesture with my ebony wand, shouting and pulling on the emotions that I need to fuel the spell.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

White noise is deafening and the room gets brighter than should be possible and - nothing.






He sits poised on the far end of the couch, staring disapprovingly at his cup of tea. Earl Grey in delicate white china, set in a saucer that he holds in his left hand. I'm on the other end of the couch, looking straight at him. I probably have a cup of tea, or maybe it's sitting on the coffee table.

"So," I say casually, "From one dark wizard to another..."

He smirks at that. "A dark wizard, Harry? You?"

"This time around, it's different." I say with a scowl, "What was the first curse I cast at you, again?"

"As I recall," he says, taking a sip of the tea, "You attempted to cast the killing curse."

Attempted–?

"You lack the hatred required to fuel the spell." He explains, and he meets my eyes. "This version of you does not love, Harry. All you have is apathy."

Trinkets. Scare Factor: 3.

10.02.2011

Meeting Dreamer (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of fighting tournament. The tournament was playoff based, with only one fight per round. All the DC I saw were random and appeared very strong. Also, there was a female DC.
It was my turn to fight and I entered the arena, I was a little afraid but I had to embrace. The battle ended pretty fast making me a victor. It was also my turn to fight again and I felt I did not rest from the previous fight. I was walking around the resting area a little worried. The resting area was made like a Colosseum. The walls and the floors were made of big squares of dark gray stones and some dirt. I had to fight a huge guy, but for some reason, I saw a book in the battle arena. I opened the book and realized it was that guy's Akashic Records. I started to mess up with them until he went bananas and defeated himself.

I exited the area waiting for quarter finals. I had to face this female DC and she told me, "Do not even thing in messing up my Akashic Records. I am a psychic and if you try, you will get confused and defeating you will be easy."

While I was planning what to do, I asked to myself, "What the hell I am doing in a battle arena? I do not fight! I am a spiritual person, not a fighter. I turned lucid and wondered where the that weird dream came from.

I exited the Colosseum and saw a dirt road. I decided to fly to make my dream stable. The sky was very blue, not even one cloud. I could feel the warmth from the sun on my face. I felt great. Dreamer came to my mind and the warm feeling arrived. I saw mountains on my way and flew faster, hopping to find Dreamer.

The mountains were very high but I could fly over them. I landed in a green and beautiful field. The field was surrounded by mountains and the sky was still very blue. The ground, was all dark green grass. I saw Dreamer meditating in the middle of the field. I flew towards her and I sat in front of her. I had a very intense warm feeling, bigger than ever and I was very happy. All I wanted to do was to stay with Dreamer. She opened her eyes and she hugged me. I felt joy. The dream started to fade and I really wanted to stay more time with Dreamer. I started to move my eyes and the dream quality increased.

Dreamer told me, "I am very happy to see you. I feel very connected with you. It is so great we are dreaming of each other all the time." I realized that due our time zone, she was not dreaming yet, so I figured she might have been thinking about me or a piece of her consciousness traveled to my dream. Dreamer did not act nor had the same energy as a regular DC.

Dreamer decided to lie down in the grass. I also did. We were looking at each other eyes. It was a continuous, permanent and without distraction eye contact. I knew I was going to ruin my REM, but I did not care. It was the perfect moment. Dreamer and I were looking into each other's eyes and after a while, the dream started to fade. I allowed it to end and woke up with a perfect image of Dreamer face, eyes and smile.

~ In a house that looks like Dean's house in West A, a middle aged couple have 10 children, 5 girls 5 boys, on the landing I look into one bedroom, bunk beds line the walls in a blue room, there are kids wandering about looking at me like I am out of place, I walk into the kitchen, smells like breakfast, the parents are trying to get all 12 meals made, I then go into the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bathtub just to think, I see 2 women sitting in front of me, one with a camera, I look down and I am naked I cover my breasts, it seems tv showy, woman with camera (long blondy brown curly hair wearing glasses) asks 'would you strip off naked and have sex on camera?' I think about my body and how self conscious I am then think f**k it and say yes and walk across the room naked.

~ Kind of in West A, I get on a bus, Rebecca D is on it and Coralena H (not seen them or 6 years or spoke, were never close) the buss is full of girls who I am not sure like me, I sit near the back, feeling awkward, I walk to the front of the distorted bus, but on my way a blue peacock starts attacking and biting me, I'm shocked at the assault but not that there is one on the bus, it's a male peacock and it's feathers are blue and shimmery green, it is amazing to look at inbetween trying to subdue the big bird. I press the stop button on the bus and bird disappears I look out the window and there is a beautiful deep blue sky nearly night time, I see a waterfall but on top of the waterfall next to a bush I see a dead womans body, bloody (I blame watching seasons of Medium for this) I realise this is what the bird wanted to show me.. the bus driver calls the police, they are swarming the bus taking details from the other girls, and they are proud of me for spotting it.

~ In a weird dark room and a PC is on, there is a white cupboard under the computer near the right side, I go in trying to find some goodies, I see a white tub with SD10-K written on, inside are medium sized white pellets perhaps 300 of them, I put one in my mouth crunch it slightly then realise it could be anything, I go on computer onto google and lysergic acid pops up, I think wow this is awesome, I then have 2 more tablets and the dream ends.

~ (again I blame Medium tv show for this one) A woman befriends people drugs them and then offers to take them home to safety conving them they've had too much to drink, she then kills and robs them, I find out she is going to target me and take my dads store of gold. I pretend to react from what she gives me in the club, and then act drugged leaning on her the way home, in house I collapse between two big red chairs, though open my eyes slightly to watch her, when she turns her back I jump on her but she is strong, I run out of the house into the back garden screaming trying to wake up the neighbours, she tackles me so I put my fingers in her eyes to cause damage, she then does it to me hurts me, I hear my dad shouting she gets off me quickly and tells him she brought me home concerned and that I attacked her, she is playing innocent, he believes her and offers her the spare room, I am outraged and argue with him.

~ I'm then in Mr Rossi's art class in my old sec school, and pick up someones art sheet, it shows different peoples eyes drawn and coloured in paint, on each eye there are 3 outer rings of colour, they aren't really neat as I look closer, each colour had a cool name, ingredient of ones eye colour, think one was called calladium? weird wonderful names for each colour.

~ I'm out shopping in a mall with my parents, I see Martyn H (ex bf) he looks slightly different but smiley, my mam speaks to him, I pretend I haven't seen him, with it being awkward I then think fk it and we give each other a huge cuddle our groins touching, it's nice, he then whispers to me 'remember when we had sex in the chair watching that dvd?' I then see the scene he is on about and smile (though in reality that never happened).

Day 1: Wednesday, January 19

Pre-Sleep
-No special preparation, fell asleep directly after the 1st MILD lesson, which was excellent and very informative. While falling asleep I retained a positive outlook towards lucid dreaming and dreaming in general, and managed to sleep almost immediately.

In-Sleep
-I am standing in my grandparent's house. It is quiet, and very dark. I walk around slowly, not wanting to disturb anyone who might be there. Upon turning a corner, I see a man sitting there in a rocking chair, absolutely silent. I can't see his body very well in the dim light, but his eyes are large and milky coloured, almost luminescent. He has no pupils. I am scared, and run. Every room I enter has another milky eyed person waiting with lifeless expressions. Some of them are people I know; some are strangers. I am finally overcome by fear or luck, and the dream fades.

8/19/10

Last night I had this dream and wish that I had at least written it down before taking so long to post it.

I found myself in this old time Saloon not a one story either. It was very old fashion and I was wandering around in it.. I kept hearing noises ahead and behind me but nothing was there. I was pretty scared because the doors ahead of me would open but no one would be around. Things were falling on the floor hard so I knew immediately the place was haunted.
What stood out the most was this tall man in a suit and top hat.. I couldn't make out his face but he did have a beard he held his head a bit down to not show off his face but I was able to see his beard.. reminded me of Abe Lincoln in a way. This guy had some sort of powers because he would curl his fingers in a weird manner in mid air and things would start banging around inside of the saloon.
I no longer wanted to be in there and tried finding my way out and this guy was right there behind me just standing and smirking underneath his top hat..
I didn't want to see his eyes for some reason.. I was already scared of the activity going on in the saloon..
I went up some stairs and saw what I thought was an elevator but I guess it was some sort of thing that allowed slaves to move around the saloon without being noticed by using this special carriers that were embedded in the walls..
The floor to this so called elevator was marble off white and the walls were made of dark oak. I wasn't sure if I should get it in or not but I heard this noise behind me and when I turned that jerk of a top hat man yelled loud in my face with his hat off.. all I noticed was a very pale ghostly face and no eyes in his eye socket..
I found myself moving over a cliff and immediately the scene changed..
I was with a group of people and we all had this heavy iron swords.. I felt like a warrior and felt strength standing amongst this crowd. We all had on the same garments and of us were protective of one another watching our backs..
So we enter this huge dark room.. looked like a gymnasium and there was no light on but in the dark I was able to see multiple eyes in different areas peering at us.. I clutch my sword tightly feeling anger grow in me.
These eyes are just peering.. the way a cat's eye reflects in the darkness but there were different shapes and sizes..
All of a sudden we are sitting in the middle of this gymnasium.. females on one side facing males like some sort of gathering.. immediately us women stand up and being to sing in unison but no words.. just making these wonderful sounds with out voices..
The men looked at us with such amazement.. and we sat down smiling. A woman with no leg who was sitting next to me told me that we were more dominant over the males and were very powerful hunters..

That was all I could recall..

Soccer Oddness:
I was on a soccer field and was playing soccer with my team. We were all wearing red jerseys and I was playing forward. We had many opportunities to score and it seems that I was one of their main men. There was a problem that kept on arising. It seems that I was nursing an itch eye. Everytime the ball comes near me, my eyes became extremely itchy and I would start massaging them which would unfocus my vision. In one case, I was right next to the net only to totally miss the opportunity to score and send the ball to the other side. I was shown some scoreboard later on, basically it was just flashed in my face from nowhere and it was pretty large, so, it contained the different teams, their games and scores. We weren't doing too badly. We tied a lot of games and only lost 2 or so.

Thoughts: Would have been nice to be lucid but I can only hope at the moment

Morning of March 10, 1986. Monday.



There is something found in a special small cardboard box covered with fabric, like the type some wristwatches are purchased in. It seems to have been hidden in an additional compartment inside. I seem to be a different character, seemingly a young version of Ray Milland, also having his voice when I speak, this being before or during his death in reality, though I had not seen any of his movies for some time. This seems important, as although my dream does not precisely reflect the plot of any movie he was in, it does have similarities and some of the same mood throughout to the movie “X: The Man with the X-ray Eyes” from 1963.

The box contains a special lens. It allows the person who looks through it to “see forever” and has different ways of displaying and revealing the otherwise unseen, not always consistent.

As the other character, I become addicted to this new way of viewing the world. Over time, my eye begins to bleed. I have similar opportunities as “X” (from the Ray Milland movie) in seeing through things, as well as having the telescopic perspective. At one point, I hear a seemingly ominous line from my character that goes, “when I look through the lens of evil, I can see myself looking back” and this seems to be the case. I look through the lens, and in the supposed far distance, is a scene of me sitting on a bed and looking back at me through the same lens, like some sort of distant mirror-like reflection. This seems to be some sort of extreme point, where the lens is now functioning in a different way.

In reality of course, because the world is a sphere, seeing everything on the planet would not be possible and would be cut off at the horizon (more so, there would be no potential for a distant mirror-like reflection). The lens seems to bend light in a way where you can see all the way around the planet and back in either perspective. (There is also a point earlier where I see myself looking through the lens, but from the back. This was an influence from a scene of the same concept from the original “Land of the Lost” television series.) I can also see into distant space, infinitely.

Eventually, my eyes become larger and bleed more, being very bloodshot, though one eye is much worse, implying some sort of side effect, as I use it more for the lens. Over time, I grow scales on my arms and legs and eventually gills on my neck. In my dream’s last scene, I become a mooneye fish and do one last vertical leap from the water’s surface. The fish’s eye is also bleeding, seen from a distance, followed by a dramatic zooming in as if from a movie.

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Ray Milland died on this tenth of March, after my dream. Additionally, my mother developed a severe eye infection where one eye looked extremely bloodshot (and she had never had such an infection before). Because I wrote this dream out as a short story after I woke, it later seemed very strange for my mother to read it when one of the lines read “the eye looked awful”, followed by other related details. I felt embarrassingly inconsiderate (though I had written it out prior to her condition). Additionally, I had caught a mooneye fish later, which is a type of fish I rarely ever caught.

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