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I had a dream that I was going to watch Peter Pan the musical and they needed a Tinkerbell so someone dragged me out of the audience and asked if I would do it. I didn't have a chance to agree before I was thrown into a costume and told to react like her (she didn't have any lines). So the whole play I'm just kinda jumping around like a maniac hoping my wig won't fall off. Weird.

Original journal entry dated April 4th, 2002:

This time, my dream had some people in it I know - S and Sr. S was a nobleman who was a slight notch above a knight, and Sr was a monk. As the dream progressed they sort of lost their resemblances to either person, though, and became characters in their own rights.

Anyway, "S" had gone to the monastery to get some peace and quiet. He wasn't so much ill as stressed out. As he was walking through one of the fields he came across the monk, who was running around wearing butterfly wings and singing. He stopped to watch, puzzled by the strange sight, and the monk came up to him and started talking about how he wanted to communicate with the faeries. The monk had a Bible which was actually (and oddly) bound with the spirit of a demon. There was also a blue flower in the field that was a parasite, and grew so quickly and aggressively that it was strangling the others - this upset the noble/knight guy so every day he would go out into the field and try to hack the harmful plants up... it was a losing battle, though.

Anyway, he went into the monastery to go back to his chamber and was admonished by a monk for being so loud. He was then stopped by a messenger who had been sent by his wife, to tell him that she was arriving there the next day. The servant was a little worried about the Lady's sanity, and as for the nobleman himself, he said, "I believe she is quite looney".

The end of the dream was garbled, though - the Lady arrived, caused a lot of upset, and then through some sort of spell or ritual the nobleman or the butterfly-wing-wearing monk caused an earthquake - a chunk of the monastery that had been built to overhang the cliff fell into the sea, and unfortunately the Lady was in it at the time. And there was something about the demonic Bible, too, but like I said, the end was blurry.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

22-09-11 Shitty recall, went to bed with the intention of meeting the Ayahuasca guy and chilling in the event of lucidity, maybe play around with my Blasting Rod, which is not a euphemism for a sexual organ.

Went to bed around 1:45 GMT+1 and was up about 10.

Remember having quite the number of dreams, but only one really stuck and even this is with fairly poopish recollection.

Here goes

Death Joints and Goblin Attraper!

I am in a hospital setting, though the surroundings seem more like the room is located in a sewer. There is a patient on the table and there is a female doctor working on him. She is using a plant or the extract of a plant and manage to cure him of whatever ailment it was that he had.

It turns out to be a brain disease (I later discover it to be caused by the same plant that cured him). Either the dream shifts or we move rapidly from the sewer setting out in to a natural setting. We are in a park there is a woman with me, a researcher, maybe Kaomea, not sure, but I don't think it is the same doctor who treated the other guy.

There is another patient and I look at him from a distance. His head is swollen (BADLY!) and there are discolourings that are somehow luminous, but also look like blood poisoning at the same time.

The guy is in a bad shape and he is rambling. Not sure if the rambling is caused by the disease or a love craze for the researcher accompanying me. He wants a picture taken of his head and he wants to show her that finally he has a big brain. He thinks she will find it attractive.

The PoV shifts from the side of the bloke to up above him. As his brain continues to expand at a rate his skull cannot follow he just dies. Nothing fancy, all of a sudden he is just still. A bit creepy.

Skip

We have the plant and we are running towards the spot where it is to be planted. I find it a tad weird that it is in the middle of the park accessible to everyone, but she insist. We find the spot and all of a sudden a guy comes running towards me and past me with helicopter gun ships on his tail. Shots are fired and I see splinters from trees right in front of me.

I take my posse and dive towards the right and we run to a little hole in the ground that has obviously been prepared for just the plant. The researcher runs and starts putting the plant to ground (Seeing her now she reminds me an awful lot of my partner from the shootout from a couple of nights ago, so in retrospect it is probably Kaomea).

Note: Next time lucid find her and pay attention to how she freaking looks/feels!

However there is little time and we have to abandon the plan, I am not sure because of the feline/troll faery or he comes immediately after, but when I see him I turn lucid.

The fae is interested in the plant, for hidden probably malicious reasons. He is in a shelter by the side of the gravel road, it looks normal except the doors to the place is more like gates that can be pulled down or up.

He is sat in the house and his body is weird. Overall it is mainly feline but his arms are extremely long and you can see the power in both upper and lower arms. Besides that he has hands, opposable thumbs and all. He is partially or fully naked, though I think he has a cloth covering his groin. His skin looks rough and a bit tanned and his hair is completely black and looks a bit like a mane.

Lets step out for a bit: I am aware that this doesn't sound like a faery to you guys, but if you have read the Dresden Files you will remember that many a creature are of the fae ^^

He shifts his gaze around and spots us. I immediately get the feeling that he only perceives me as a disturbance and he charges me. He could easily rip me in half, and due to his odd looks I am a bit anxious when I, based on my intuition alone, drop to one knee and compliment his home. Had he not been faery this would have been the end of me. Instead he stops mid charge and looks at me somewhat confused.

The researcher and another guy (maybe the one who came running) are a bit ahead of me, not in danger of the fae as he wants something from them. In all fairness it might be better to call the bastard a goblin, which he looks like more, which essentially still makes him a fae, though of the Wild Court. and are pretty much already in the little shed.

The goblin shifts his eyes to the prize and I am left outside. I look at the goblin intently and eventually, because I complimented his house, he waves an arm around in a common cross cultural gesture “come inside”.

“I thank thee humbly for thine hospitality and your graciousness as a host accepting me into your house as a guest”. It actually comes out rather well though my voice is a bit muddy at times, I think to myself that this little speech is rather good compared to my normal lucid speaking. The speech serves a function though it, it serves to establish a traditional and sacred bond between host and guest the faeries MUST adhere to. It serves to ensure my safety, as the goblin must protect me as he would himself as long as I am his guest.

The runner looks at me and his face is now that of Daniel (my upstairs neighbour) and he gives me a mischievous smile of recognition. He might as well just have said “Nice one!”, he is also aware of the rules of the fae. The reason it works I think is a combination of the compliment, and timing of my little speech. The goblin is a freaking junkie and only really wants the plant, so with that as a distraction he doesn't really know what he is agreeing to.

The goblin gets the plant and the runner and the researcher is huddled down in the back of the building. There might be a small stream of water in the house. I stop to wonder at this point if I should start exerting direct control, but the plot of the story is just too damned good to start ruining it like that ^^.

We have to get out of here and I start looking for ways to achieve this. I have a slight (rather, a MASSIVE!) advantage over my friends, being a guest, whereas they are prisoners. The goblin has taken the plant and is now up in the corner under the roof of the shed. His body has turned redish and blue in some areas, and I discover why, he is smoking the freaking plant.

Right next to him a smoke detector, appears. Difficult to explain. There is an incipient smoke detector that manifest when I look at it. I come up with a plan. I am going to burn the building down and utilise my status as a guest to ensure that the goblin will have to focus on me and my safety while my friends escape.

I ask the runner if he has a smoke, he hasn't. For some reason I know there is no reason in asking the researcher. So I turn to the goblin and ask if I can bum a cigarette. He looks at me a little while before he throws me the “death joint” he is smoking.

I catch it in my shirt, by the elbow. It is one of my favourite shirts and now I have a different problem, I had hoped to acquire a lighter so I had a more direct means of starting the fire. However I still have my shirt and I contemplate if I should just set fire to myself or take it off and start a fire in the building.

I feel the dream fade and wake up before I can see it to completion.

21-09-11 Intend on finding Kaomea, which I hope I didn't unless she was one of the saving figures ^^

Though the tone might be laxed, I awoke from both these dreams laced in sweat, in particular the last one was freaky, and as a result I remained awake and typed them out to see I could get rid of the residual terror. First nightmare in 4 years and I get two in a night.

times are GMT +1

Mermaids are Malicious Motherfuckers! Aka “What is with Faeries and power tools?”

00:00 – 02:30

The dream might start out earlier, but one of the first things I recall is walking around with a power drill and small plugs in order to find a suitable spot to put up my mirror. I am still not quite convinced that it is actually necessary to exert the effort and put it up.

Skip

I am watching television with my flatmate or similar and I plug in some headphones and start listening to some music and hug up on the couch a bit. After a while my flatmate gets the hint and leaves my room so I can get some sleep.

I end up not sleeping, but sort of just skip to the next point of awareness where I am just done reading what I am supposed to for the following day. Then I realise that it is quite funny that I have been so skeptical about the whole 22 debate, when I yesterday (which actually happened) came to myself from meditation at 22:22 and was amazed that I hadn't spent more time. That I had just read something about numbers that fit the thread. And all of this started to happen only when I started looking into shared dreaming in terms of psychological approaches.

Anyways the time is just after 4 in the morning and my dad briefly awakes to ask me if I have slept at all, to which I reply I haven't but I am pleased to be done with the reading I am supposed to do. There is a Christmas tree in the middle of the room and on the other side of it there is this guy, played by your average villain (don't think I have ever known his name, but he is quite famous, reminds me a bit of Dennis Leary).

He tells me that he can get me access to quite the number of scientific journals. Which, as I am putting down the stuff I was just using, respectfully decline, simply based on the fact that I haven't got the time to take anything else on at the minute.

Something about my Auntie.

Skip

The next part of the dream includes me walking along with two people, though beings might be more accurate and there might be another actual person, a woman, besides me. The reason beings might be in order is that I think it is two faeries each carrying a power drill.

The first one is “the prober”, who drills into another realm (this realm sort of abide to the laws of the Nevernever, hence my suspicion that I was dealing with faeries) and check if it is safe to pass. The other guy has the drill that will actually open a portal and transport me into the other realm.

The first attempt of the prober results in him almost getting hit by a train, I actually hear the sound of it approaching and the horn it blows to get the faerie out of the way. The faerie tries again a bit to the right of his original spot, but the train is still there, but now he knows where we are supposed to drill in order to achieve “safe” passage.

The other faerie comes up and start drilling into this orange plastic thingy. It “is” cone used for road construction and such, but it looks nothing like it. The drill snaps and the other faerie explains that this is a good sign, it means that we have hit the right spot.

The dream changes character.

I go through and I am underwater, I hear a narrator explaining “you should expect the water there to be very hot” and basically just commenting on my general situation. I talk a bit to myself about how I feel the heat that it is indeed close to boiling point, before I turn around.

Idiots!

They weren't supposed to follow me in this soon, they are going to get themselves in trouble. There are three people there a Danish pop duo, who I have little respect for and a black guy, that might be Lafayette off true blood.

I start waving my hands towards them, but there is something on my hands that closely resembles the function of a cheese grater and I start peeling off think layers off their flesh. I look around and the Mermaids are here, not sure if they were mermaids as such, they didn't have the classic tail, though they lived in water.

A black mermaid is wrapped around the black guy. She is holding the big circular lump of skin that has come off his face, she is sucking and licking it. The black guy is just standing there, I think all of them are under a spell.

I walk into this dome where the two others are suffering similarly, the mermaids just happy that I did the groundwork of flaying them for them. I start fleeing and I am somehow dragging the guys with me. There is now this slow moving hiphop beat and as the black guys starts moving the mermaid is still holding onto the lump of skin. I think she has to let it go though she is sucking and licking it frantically and she joins in the beat adding the lyrics “I am going to go and avenge my brain” indicating that she feels wronged for having to let go of her food.
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Ghost Therapist for Psychotic German Sexual/Paternal issues included.

02:30-04:45

Fuck me, getting shivers just starting to describe this. I have these sensations when I am briefly awake from the last dream that it is not only me looking through my own awareness. I shake it off and try and get back to sleep.

The dream starts in some sort of dungeon. We are headed into a dragon's cave, though I don't think I am particularly strong enough to enter. My flatmate might be along with me, though he might first be joining us at a later time. Since I decide I am not strong enough to enter I get some treassure and I say out in general that it is one of the cooler things about Dragons, their decisiveness and willingness to hand out the goods.

The treasure is in a small tin can and contain some rubbish I can't use and some small coins with ex American presidents on them.

The dream then shifts to my flatmate and I talking about these coins and how they are used throughout the game changing from level to level and used for gambling, which means that early stuff currency becomes obsolete over time.

Skip.

I am in living room and I am a therapist. I am working with this guy whom I know is dangerous. He has currently trapped his dad in the toilet for some strange reason. I walk to the kitchen sink at one point and look out the window, it looks like it is daytime. More importantly I get contact with the guy's dad, played by John Malcovitch and asks him how he is holding up. He says he is fine. I ask him if he can manage to stay out on the toilet a while longer, because I think I am close to a breakthrough with his son.

He is fine with that and I tell him that it is fairly impressive, but he shrugs it off and tells me that he has lived with him for a couple of years now so he is used to it.

The dream then shift, it is no longer day time outside and I am now looking at the dream from the psycho's PoV. Across the little kitchen table from me is a woman who is talking to me about my fascination about arranged marriages, because of the sensation of sexual control it provides me. Her hair is orange and she seems played by a rather famous Danish actress.

I tell (well the psycho) her that I am not going to get entrapped into her cheap psycho analytical techniques, but she continues and shortly after snap her fingers, which results in her face and hair colour returning to normal. I shift out of the psycho to a free flowing PoV though I am now the therapist again.

There are screams apparently neighbors or people living in the flat has come to my rescue. I am a young Lars Bom (Danish actor) and I keep repeating the last sentence I said when snapping my fingers and returning to normal. I have a facial expression locked in horror along with blood coming from my ears and mouth. I am lying cramped up in the lap of someone.

The woman I am in the lap off is crying and shouting out that it is too late, that I am already dead. I think she is referring to the demands that the dad be released from the toilet. But then I come to my senses and hug the woman. I get questioned on how I did what I did and I lift up a pillow on the couch where people can see the blood stains. Apparently the stains demonstrate that the whole thing was just a seance I faked with the goal of getting the dad released.

The woman hugs me and I tell her shush shush, “would it help you if I told you I loved you?” I think she agrees to this.

I wake up.

Notes: When reading this I could understand why there isn't much cause for concern, but I am telling you I was bathed in sweat and horror upon waking up from this. Someone or something was there before the finger snapping. The whole pre-dream of not feeling alone in my body could have been a contributing factor. Along the dream I also kept having this sense of being switched or flipped.

26-08-11 Golf clubs and weed.
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Something about an ex girlfriend I get into a discussion with in a locker.

I hug the other party in a bed, and try soon enough to disentagle myself as it was only intended as a friendly hug from her.

Peter Scotson from Weeds is the new husband and we talk a bit and defuse the angry bitch.
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I am in a dark room with Minka, I want to kiss her and be with her and I think I am making an approach, It might get a little intense, though nothing happens. We walk out onto a grass field that normally would be massive and open.

However at the current time it is occupied by a temporary fairgrounds. It is dark, it is night time and the only source of light around is small lights from the various tents and things on the grounds. We walk on the outskirts of the fairgrounds until we spot where we are headed.

There is a circle of people sat in the grass, it is a coven and their leader is sat in the middle facing off against Lafayette (Yep, true blood guy). We may take seats in the circle or I just drift in without my dream body and is sat right next to Lafayette.

Though I might be separate from him, I still am feeling the sense of agency in what he is doing. Their leader, who may be Marney (Antonia, whatever dunno if it is even centred on the vamp theme).

The leader starts summoning a water elemental, and up until now I haven't noticed the puddle of water between Lafayette and her.

The water is muddy and so is the elemental, which isn't big and looks a bit like a statuette climbing out of the water. When it is slightly over half way there Lafayette/me swats it and it crumbles. I am aware that he/me is the only one in the circle with the power to destroy these.

“You will lay the fuck down with **** and ****” (remember the names I do not) Lafayette says and I become aware that he has been thwarting attempts at whatever their leader is trying to do twice before us turning up.

Lafayette/me makes the move to finish off the leader. It is a spell and it is designed to crystallise the fluid in the cells of the eyeballs of the victim, making them burst, a vicious piece of water magic if you ask me.

The spell is fired and I expect the leader to go down. That doesn't happen, when the spell (which isn't as such visible by the way) reach the leader a bright blue flash appears from her neck. The necklace she was wearing wasn't a normal necklace.

The blue light manifests. The spell didn't hit the person, but the tiny faerie (What is with the fucking faeries in my dreams recently!? (btw I am not complaining =P)) enchanted into the necklace. She was immune to the spell and she has dark eyes, pretty much the only thing in her glowing body that is dark.

This is getting out of hand. I am in my dream body now. Not sure if I have become the person that was Lafayette or whatever. I let out a shriek, to warn the people in the fair. These were the people the leader was trying to hurt, so everyone in the coven realise that this might be a prime situation to practice running.

Luckily we are close to the edge of the grounds which is surrounded by bushes. I look out and see Minka already on her way through the bushes. I myself dart after her. It is a fucking pain getting through a piece of bush in utter darkness with human limbs flailing about. I have a plan to sort that out since this is moving way too slowly at any rate.

When I am through to the other side I shout out “Minka!”. I think I feel having her attention and I roar. She gets the message and I see her shifting into a fast animal, I myself shift into a lion(ess?) and feel the powerful muscle (though the speed seems to be lacking a bit).

Minka is a wolf and way ahead of me, but she sense that I can't follow that speed and shift into a lioness as well. I still feel my clothes on my body, which is hindering me a bit, but I don't know what I can shift into that will solve it.

We are running up a hill road, a road that reminds of one in the city I grew up in right next to the town hall. I keep running looking at Minka. At the top of the hill she shifts into a bird, a rather small one, maybe a blackbird or raven (definitely a dark bird, not sure if a raven would be too big, I am a bit far away) and takes off into flight.

I decide to do the same though I am unfamiliar with shifting into flying things. I think Eagle. I shift and leaps and get up a bit, but flying with wings is hard. I keep flapping about, but only just barely manage to keep floating.

Until I realise that I can push forward my legs which will make my wings carry more and provide quite a significant up drive. I fly high, I mean high enough to make me think “Shit this is really high”.

It must look hilarious the way I manage the height of my flight. I push forwards my legs to go up and pull em back to go down while flapping my wings the entire time. I fly over Minka and look down at the brick houses and flat roof tops.

After a short while after this I land in a yard of a small house. The terrace is sort of formed like a playground and I transform into a kangaroo when I land and jump between some of the smaller platforms for the fun of it.

Minka lands shortly after. I go to her, intending on kissing her. She doesn't allow me and says “Dennis”. There may be tears in her voice, she starts talking about how I take risks, like I just did in Eagle form.

“If you went skiing with your dad, would you jump that high” “If you drove a snow scooter, would you make jumps” and things like that. I keep thinking when I dream I fly that high, and eventually she say “When you dream” (Nice one missing the lucidity clue there).

“You don't understand I really care for you...” “but you just don't want me” I think to myself. There is a sense that I take too much risk for her to be interested in me, she might be afraid to get interested in me.

I pick her up and place her on my arm and start walking inside, carrying her like you would a baby. She is still crying.

We get inside and I see her boyfriend/ex boyfriend or whatever he is. “Darly” she says and her crying intensifies. I look at him pleadingly to take her, not because I want to let her go, but because she wants to go to him.

“Great sleeping beauty (or similar)” he says hinting at her crying, but eventually he accepts her and take her in his arms. My niece is sat on the sofa next to him and as soon as he is occupied with Minka she starts crawling out over the sofa, but I anticipated this from before I even handed Minka over to Darly and catch my niece as she starts falling.

I start looking at her while talking to her and they lie down for a short moment on the sofa. Then Minka says “Dennis” again tears in her voice, she seems hurt that I have again handed a love interest into the arms of another man and just let go.

I am slightly hurt, but I channel love into the moment with my niece and try to ignore the other parties in the situation.

She is the only person whose friendly love always shine brighter than the hurt of not being with her.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

Vesterguard's Dream

Note: Had no recall for yesterday's attempt so haven't posted anything, however I hope my fairly productive night will make up for this

22-08-11 I am at a supernatural convention. Basically it is a big hall where beasts and entities are gathered to find work or clans to hang out with. I am some kind of vampire and assassin and I am there with a mate who is a therianthrope.

We have little cards that describe who and what we are and what sort of salary we are entitled to. My mate gets almost double of my 200 dollars, because he is a shifter and not just a vamp like me. We try and find work where there is room for both of us, which I think we are successful at.

There may be an attack on the convention, which forces a skip to our new workplace.

There is a female assassin dressed in detailed black/dark leather armour. I am somehow connected to this female, we seem to have special abilities. She can teleport and I am busy teaching myself how to fly in the courtyard of the hangout to increase my value.

At first it is just long jumps with a slow fall towards the ground. Gradually I manage to remain airborne by adding large swimming motions with my arms and as the dream progress the movement requirements gets smaller and smaller.

In the same courtyard the female assassin demonstrates her teleporting abilities by porting with the werewolf I am becoming friends with (might be my mate from the beginnig, though so may the female). She ports up drop off the wolf that starts falling she ports again, and the again while she keeps picking up the wolf and taking him higher and higher into the air.

Her teleporting looks like Nightcrawler of the X-men films with the black smoke after each port.

Our boss is there watching and I start flying around, while explaining the obvious benefits of having a flying vamp around. This I do to get a raise (xD). I think I manage to convince the boss, because he starts talking about us already moving into executive range, I am happy, so is my mate.

I fly upwards sort of spiraling it is daylight and the sky is very blue with quite some amount of clouds in it, we are in a different larger rectangular courtyard, we fly upwards and I start to wonder how high I can go (My very first lucid included the experience of flying upwards and then reappearing at the ground later, thought it to be lack of imagination).

I realise I can keep going, but it will just take time. I land on the building and starts running immediately, I am joined by my friend (I know not if this was the werewolf or the lady, though I am having trouble disentangling them at this point).

I run as fast as I can for the sheer pleassure, I jump off the edge, enjoys the fall and takes off into flight at the last moment. I then fly to a little café on an elevated wooden platform and grabs the head of an elderly female before she realise what is going on, I drink a tiny bit from her neck and mind trick her into forgetting. I might give her blood to help heal (TB style).

I look around no one seems to have noticed, I know I am the type that wouldn't kill, I know I only need a tiny bit of blood, though I am a bit unsure as to how much this business of flying will drain my reserves.

Skip.

First mission, we are in the realm of fae, we are in a building, with very small rooms, essentially not high enough to the ceiling for me to take off into flight. We are here investigating, something has happened and we need info.

We end up in front of a small table with goblins/dwarf/halfling type creatues around, towards one of the bookshelves in the corner (which later appear on the table) I see a plop, it looks a bit like the non-specific construct when Reynolds is first learning about his ring in Green Lantern from the bird man, though I only see a part and glimpse of it and the colour is silver to grey.

I know magic has been used then and I suspect we are talking about mind fucking magic (against the laws, as all Dresden readers will know ^^). The air around the table has taken on a misty blue feeling, feels more dense and colourful than waking life (outside the fae realm).

I am about to switch on my sight, which will allow me to observe residual magic, I press the spot of my third eye, but realise there is fae/goblin around us and they seem to be helping at the minute, so I ask them to do it, because the sight off course will be with me forever and it might look really nasty.

First I ask right, but he says he aint a practitioner, then I ask the halfling/dwarf on my left and he does it and confirms that there be residual magic, mind magic, from the way it looks he confirms that it has been “used for construction”.

I get the meaning of this, someone is running around acting on either wrong ideas or images.

Slight skip, due to montage and a mainly orange piece of crude artwork that describes fire goblins (one of the people I was just talking to) it says that they are vicious, can kill themselves or bring beasts in for the fun as well without any particular preference, they will follow your lead one moment and turn on you the next.

Dangerous fuckers in other words.

Skip.

Back in the realm of the faeries I have a birds eye view of a river with green beds and lots of plants, I see a woman headed in one direction and then a person (presumably a fire goblin) shouts out for his beasts to start a good hunt, I see wolves, raptors and other beings as well start darting towards the woman.

Then there is a voice that says “... for questions three” and the woman (apparently a cunning wizard) latch on to the opportunity, turns around and shouts “parley” (like the pirates films I think) and all the beasts stop, I mean they don't just break and stand there, they freeze in time, it would seem like the goblin is bound by words and promises as the rest of the faes.

However the wizard wastes no time and opens a way back into the normal realm. This way or gate or portal looks incredible, a little area of all the colours of the visible spectrum.

She and me back in the vamp character find herself on the same riverbed, but the real world version of it, in fact she is quite conveniently located, though she had to gamble opening the way from the fae, which you never know where will open up in the real world.

I start flying back towards camp next to the river. Then I see my wolf mate, he is walking happily along the river singing something. I fly over him, but slow down and start walking on the muddy ground waiting for him to catch up so I can chill out to the lovely music.

I start explaining that the woman is getting better though she was lucky as always with the way she escaped from the Nevernever and came out in such a safe location.
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I don't remember what led to me turning lucid, in fact I only remember fragments of the dream. Think that on this occasion, which is rare for me, I actually managed to continue sleeping after a lucid dream. Suppose that does score a point for the state dependant memory of dreams theory.

The lighting is really bright. It is probably something like noon and I realise I am dreaming. I look out over the lands and expect Chichén Itzá to appear on my left. It does and I get excited. However it doesn't look completely like it does now.

First of all I am not at Chichén Itzá, but rather I am at the sea and I have long travel ahead of me through jungle and Mayan villages. It is only El Castillo I see in the back ground.

The villages themselves look like they would have back when the civilisation was active, rich in colourings. However the architecture of the houses also look like they have a mixture of 1001 night design in them.

I start making my way through the city and although I am impatient, as I want to get to El Castillo really quickly, I continuously force myself to relax, which in the city results in me noticing and taking time to stroke a shoulder of one of the Mayans, who all look like farmers or common people dressed in white. There may be someone not wearing shirts as well.

There might be something about a Jaguar, which might just be me thinking of a Jaguar in all fairness.

I remember it being quite a slow trot to get to El Castillo and when I get there it might not look exactly like it does in waking life.

I fly/run around shouting screaming at other dreamers that I am here, though I don't find anyone, I don't particularly remember being alone when I decide to light the beacon.

My beacon isn't how it looks on the website and I know this, but this seems to be the most stable lucid I have had in a while so I try if I can make something cool.

I raise my hand towards the sky and throw a spell. The spell is designed to make fire rise in a straight lance from my upwards faced hand. At first I don't look up, just waiting a bit so I can use the expectation trick again, it doesn't work though.

The only thing that happens is the fingertips on my right hand turn extremely hot. I mean place your hand on a hot plate for several seconds hot, though I feel the heat, the pain doesn't seem present. But I get scared and stop.

I don't remember if I threw the beacon before running around shouting, and I am sure there is more to this dream. Also I don't know where I got the following names from, but they are picked up in dreams and think they might be this one.

Vanessa (or similar); Mary/Mara.
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I am at my grandfather's place. My mum is putting diapers on my niece, two of them. I ask her why 2, she replies “because I can”. Whatever.

I pick up my niece and play a bit with her, my mum tells me not to over excite her. She turns into a cat and picks up a pillow and starts playing with it while I hold her.

She is playing with it classic cat style, on her back all four legs stretched upwards, kicking with her back legs while holding on with her front paws and biting. (People with cats will probably know what I mean =P)

Skip.

Standing at the fridge, doing something.

Something about buying chips and gambling, my granddad wants to teach my mum or niece. My dad tells him there is nothing to teach as it is just turning money into another form of currency.

I just overhear this conversation.

In my first dream I find myself floating around in 3rd person. I begin to notice that I'm at an old home I lived in except it had been taken back by nature.


I'm amazed by the tree vines and roots that have consumed the walls. There was this mystical sense with little particles floating in the air and a few rays of sunlight peering from holes that were now in the roof. I focused on the particles and to my surprise some of them were floating in very peculiar ways, so I zoomed in closer and I noticed they were actually faeries. Very happy little guys, floating around, glowing, and minding their own business. Some were attending flowers and removing pollen and sap, it was really cute. Then I noticed one in particular speaking to another one, this is when I took over the body of the 2nd faerie.


He began to talk to me and was telling me that if you listen closely, you could pick up human conversations, it was like a magickal sense that the faeries had the ability to do, anywhere they were. I listened intently and picked up the cry of a little boy being physically abused by his drunken father. I pleaded to my faerie friend that we must go and help him, but he told me we weren't allowed to interact with human affairs. I found it ridiculous so I flew away. There was a slight sense of lucidity, not that I knew I was dreaming, but I had a very good sense of control that felt different from normal dreams. I zoomed around till I found the source of the noise I had picked up and my faerie friend followed after me. We saw the father yelling at the boy but it wasn't anything I could understand. I tackled at the window over and over till the man looked at me with total shock. I notice I had a very bright aura coming out from my wings. He dropped his bottle and yelled something in an angry rage, but he backed off and stormed out of the room.


The boy looked at us from the window and had tears rolling down his face. My faerie friend proceeded to do some faerie magick and was shooting small fireworks and bursts of light for the boy, who was very pleased. I noticed it had been raining and could see reflections of the lights in the raindrops sliding down the window. The boy smiled and there was this great sense of peace and serenity in the air, a feeling I've felt before in dreams, it was very nice. He waved at us and somehow I had the sense he knew we were leaving, everything faded to black and I woke up.

Details are a bit fuzzy today (sauvignon blanc), but I know the dreams were vivid, logical, and mundane enough that I couldnt tell I was dreaming (you'd be surpised what's mundane in my life).

Something about a primitivist hippie commune/farm in the forest. Ive never been to this one, perhaps it's a composite of several farming and primitivist communities I've lived with. I remember saying that I felt more at ease there than at any other community Ive been to. The people there were very happy and jovial.

Why are there arcade games in the forest? Ive seen much more bizarre things, I suppose. Its a driving game. I don't have any money, but I sit down in the chair and take the wheel. It works! Its very real. Now I'm in a real car... at least it seems real, like I'm really driving, but I know I'm still sitting in the chair, in front of a screen, in the middle of the forest. Wow, Im driving through a hilly countryside. Its very beautiful, sunny with little puffy clouds. Lots of twists and turns. Its making me sort of nauseous, so I get out of the chair.

I'm in a strange house, on the top bunk of a large bed with a very sexy young man whom Ive never met, and yet were very intimate and comfortable together. Perhaps weve been lovers in some long forgotten dreams. Were cuddling (I don't often actually perform sex acts in dreams. Usually its just a lot of cuddling, kissing, petting , and rolling around), watching a movie. The movie keeps jumping out and becoming real. Satyrs, elves, fairys, minotaurs. Happy creatures with joy and slight mischief in their eyes. A huge grey cat that looks like none Ive ever seen before comes bounding up to the bed, intelligence, benevelolence, and obvious sentience dancing in her flickering eyes. I want to cuddle with the kitty, but I somehow know it's inapropriate.

(This is the third or fourth dream in several weeks to feature magical creatures, btw. Last time it was giants, and we were working together, trying to save a race of dwarfs that lived at the base of a great plateau that I bounded, almost flew down, while the giants leaped from ledge to ledge, down and down to the base of the plateau)

This is a dream from last year:
Flying Cats
I am by a small tree in a meadow near the edge. I am sitting under the tree trying to figure out a rubik's cube but just when I am about to solve it all the colors are all messed up again. I notice a shadow fall on me so I turn around and look into the tree. There is an owl sitting on the branch looking at me. Then it swoops out of the tree and turns into half-cat in midair. As it lands it turns into all cat. The cat comes up and rubs against my legs and I pet it. It is purring. Then another owl jumps out of the tree and turns into a cat and comes over. Pretty soon there are about five owls jumping out of the tree turning into cats and jumping back, turning into owls and landing back in the tree. They keep doing this. As they land they roll around on their backs like happy cats when they get high on catnip. They are like little owl/cat griffins.

Another dream from last year:

The Story Time Cafe Presents: A Night In the Faerie Kingdom
I am with Mieko one late full moon night in a park. I give her one of my magic potions. We share it actually. It is Datura and Mushroom tea I want to show her a little bit of my world, you know? Because she has never known anything out of the ordinary.

We walk around and we walk up to a large oak tree. There is a wooden door in the side of the oak tree with a brass knocker on it and a doornob and wrought iron hinges. "Watch this!" I say and I knock on the door. An old elf lady answers the door. She is about four feet tall and wearing a shawl.
"Come in, come in!" She says. Mieko seems apprehensive so I smile at her as if to say "It's alright, come on." And we walk in down a spiral staircase. The old lady is very happy to have us there. The stairway opens into a large living room/kitchen. It is dimly lit. She introduces us to her husband who is an old hippie elf. He looks like he had a hard life smoking pot so he decided to retire, relax and smoke pot, you know the kind? He smiles at us but seems too stoned to talk.
The wife offers us some cookies (elves make the best cookies) but I politely decline and I give Mieko a look as if to say "don't eat food from this world if you want to come back." The wife says that the cookies used to turn out better when they used wood to burn in the oven, but the park rangers made them switch to gas. I think that is funny that 1. the park rangers even know you guys are here, and 2. They could make you change from wood to gas.
Together the husband and wife lead us back to the staircase which goes deeper into the ground. I can see that there is a whole world down there! Or a whole underground city village full of little houses like this. The husband says "Won't you go deeper?" I want to go but Mieko wants to go home and fold laundry.
So we don't go. We climb back up the stairs and out the tree trunk and there we are next to the old oak tree again. The breeze blows the branch aside and a beam of moonlight lands on me and when it does, I see that really I am all alone burying a toad under the tree! It is kind of like in the first pirates of the Caribbean movie when the moon shines on the bad pirates you see who they really are: skeletons. But in this case I was really alone burying a toad, not with Mieko! I felt confused like I was having a Datura flashback.

Anyway, that lasts for only a second and Mieko and I go into town to a place called "The Story Time Cafe". This is a place parents can bring their children at night with their sleeping bags and pillows and leave them there while the employees read the kids stories all night so the parents can go out. All the parents are going to this concert so we go also.

At the concert I wander away from Mieko and run into the old hippie elf! He has some more hippie elf friends with them and they ask me to be in their band! They like the way I play music. I say "Well, I'll have to think about it. I don't think I can make it down underground for practice that often."
"That's OK!" said the hippie elf. "We can come up here to practice, but we will have to play shows underground." "Alright!" I say.

I run into Mieko again and I tell her about it but she says that I won't have time to be in a band because I have to mow the lawn everyday.

Then I am on the stage at the Story Time Cafe telling this to the kids. It was all a story I was telling! I am sitting up in a sleeping bag on stage.

I'm in water, dog-paddling, and it's dark. Someone lifts up the lid, and I shrink back from the light. He doesn't see me, but he puts down the blade of the propeller inches from my head, and I curse. I swim around the boat and climb on, quickly dispatching the three guards with strikes to their temples. I go about tying them up with the single length of rope I have, using slip-knots. I look for my allies in the other boats.

Something goes wrong, and I'm captured. I'm tied up, but slip free of the rope almost immediately. They take me to their leader, who looks suspiciously similar to me.

I'm with a class of young people, led by a teacher who might be from a university or college. We're shovelling rocks over the cracks in a hollow, rocky hill. The hill is shuddering as the monsters inside ram themselves against the rock, trying to break through and kill us all. We avoid these spots, trying not to antagonize them as we bury them alive. There have been attacks lately; we're trying to strengthen our defenses.

We finish that edge and go around the corner. The wall is missing. Our group freezes, coming face to face with dozens of the creatures.

They look like penguins. Misshapen, evil penguins with claws and teeth, but still. They're kind of comical, but they're still trying to eat us.

Most of the group takes off at a sprint. I hang back, along with one other student, for the first charge. Two of the little monsters come straight at me. I swing the shovel at one, knocking it away. I pull my weapon back, swing it through the second one until the shovel hits sand, impaling the penguin on the blade edge.

We've given the others some time to escape, and we take off before the rest can charge. I run fast, catching up to the others and greying my vision at the edges, when it finally clicks. I'm being chased by mutant penguins. I turn around, blasting our pursuers with telekinetic energy, scattering them into the lake/ocean behind their hills.

I've still got to find Walms, but I'm not trusting my abilities with portals lately, so I try to find one that's already active. I walk right past what might be a stargate, and look out through the windows built into the walls of the hill building I'm in.

When I look back, I see Marge Cartwright and her youngest daughter, sitting in chairs that have appeared around the room. Cartwright's eldest was in my graduating class. I say something to the effect of "Another Other Mother?" and claw my way out through the plastic-covered window.

I try to imagine a great fall out of the window, so I can get into another setting, maybe a skyscraper, but I fall four feet into the sand and land hard. I can feel the impact. Ow. I keep exploring the dream-setting.

I escape from a prison using a tazer and a group of accomplices, pick a car in the parking lot and drive it through an iron fence, and have to drive it away with an invisible hand because it won't take much more damage. While we wait for the car to get repaired, I explore an underground fairy hutch and almost get trapped inside.

Penguins. Scare Factor: 3.[/QUOTE]

I take the stairs two at a time, with Angel right behind me. We reach the top floor of the Ixburg apartment building, rounding the corner so fast I slide a bit. I practically crash into the door at the end of the hallway, and start to pick the lock telekinetically.

Angel stops me with a hand on my wrist. "What if your parents are home? We could be putting them in danger."

A bit of dread creeps into my stomach, and I try to ignore it.

"They haven't lived here for years," I say dismissively. I shake free and flick the door open.

The sound of thunder in the distance. "Quick!" I say, pulling Angel by the arm. I pull him into the apartment and slam the door shut.

My mom and dad are standing in the entrance, looking surprised. My brother is there, and Sam and Dean Winchester are off in the background.

"Mom. Dad." I say, "This is... great."

Silence.

"I want you to meet my boyfriend!" I say, threading my hand through with Angel's. "This is Angel. Angel, this is my mom and dad. Who are really not supposed to be here."

Angel is rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, but at least he's saving the "I told you so" moment for later. Ben, my brother, looks completely shocked, and the other Sam's face is melting.

In fact, everyone's faces seem to be shifting at random. Angel briefly flickers into Dexter, who flickers into... some random person I don't know, and Dean's not nearly as pretty as he usually is. Ben's someone completely unrecognizable, and I push through my parents into my room, waiting for the dream to stabilize.

I'm trying to figure out how to fit both a desk and a double-sized bed into my childhood bedroom when Angel walks in. He's looking somewhat normal again. At this point, we decide, we have to stay here. The Wild Hunt will tear their way through my family whether we're here or not, so we might as well stay to protect them.

I'm having a shower when, through the window, I see a group of my brother's friends running over the lawn. Apparently I'm in the basement. I run outside, fully clothed, and look back at the building I was just in. It's an approximation of my parents' duplex, though it's currently worn down and the entire back yard is yellow and covered in weeds and vines.

I spot the group running through the back yard and I give chase, catching up and tackling the one that's supposed to be Ben. I pin him to the ground, yelling that this is a dream, and the rest of the group stands to the side, eerily still.

"Could you give us a minute?" I say, hauling my brother to his feet. "I have some questions for my brother."

I'm pretty sure this DC isn't my brother, but rather an impostor sent by Mab.

And apparently I was right, because a second later, the group of teenagers shift into unearthly horsemen and hellhounds. Mab herself appears from nowhere, wearing red and riding a horse that just might be an animated skeleton.

Mab demands my surrender. I decline.

Half a dozen faeries rush me at once. I hit the first two with a rush of pure kinetic energy, liquefying their organs and taking them out of the fight. I disarm number three and stab him in the gut with his own green dagger, letting the body drop to the ground as I pull the weapon free and look to my next opponent.

And I see, again, a trail of bright blue energy following my movements, latching onto the Fae and pulling their energy toward me. One of the fairies' power is surprisingly in tune with my own, and I hear a voice telling me to use it.

At first, I think it means the dagger, but as I focus on the energy I'd just absorbed, I realize that this isn't the power of a foot soldier. This is bigger, and I feel myself drop away from the dream, ascending higher and higher until I can see all of the stars and the Queen of the Wild Hunt is just a speck I can only barely see, and I suddenly understand why she thinks so little of those around her, because everything is so small...

When I come to awareness, Angel is next to my bed.

I groan, shielding my eyes from the light pouring in the window. "Some help you were." I grumble.

He snorts. "While you and Mab were unconscious, most of the Fae just wanted to chop off your head and be done with it. I had a hell of a time getting you out of there alive."

"I woulda been fine."

"Right." He looks dubious. "And the Dreaming?"

I look up, pulling myself into a sitting position. "This is a dream, that was a dream." I sigh, "When I wake up, I'll be reality checking all day."

The Hunt. Scare Factor: 3.5. Low-level lucidity[/QUOTE]

I'm in the local theatre with a group of girls. Apparently we're about to play out The Handmaid's Tale, and as I'm not a fan of that particular dystopia, I'd rather not. As soon as everyone's asleep, I wake up another girl and start running.

In retrospect, it would have been smarter to leave her behind.

We're fleeing down a gold-gilded hallway toward a mirror I plan to use as an escape. (The mirror really exists in my parents' house.) I see a shadow run through the mirror and I attempt to follow, but I smack against it and push on the glass. I give up quickly; there's someone hot on our heels.

We run into an empty-of-furniture bedroom, and begin to literally climb the walls looking for a way out. The closet is an escape route. I turn around to look at my fellow escapee. She's wearing the dream-avatar I was just using, complete with wild orange hair. I'm a brunette now.

There's a third girl in the room with us.

shift

I'm in a high-tech facility, a space station, and I'm alone. I pickpocket an Asian woman's key card as I bump into her, and slip through a guarded door. The guard on the other side of the door, and asks for ID as I come through. I hand him the card. I strike at him. I take him down quickly, before he has a chance to call for backup.

My presence has raised alarms. They don't know where I am, but I'm being chased. I need to move quickly.

There's a control panel in the next room. It's triangular, with an assortment of round buttons that don't make any sense. Since I'm dreaming, only intent is important, and it doesn't matter which buttons I push. I focus on my goal, pressing buttons at random.

This dream is exciting, so I don't abandon it. I head for the nearest set of double doors leading to a staircase.

I find a scientist/doctor who's actually on my side. I'm sequestered in her office, and nobody will know that I'm here for a while yet. She takes a sample of my skin cells and runs a test. Surprisingly, the results indicate that I'm completely human.

"Where's a scalpel?" I mutter. I take an x-acto knife off of the nearest counter and push the blade into my palm. Blood pools into my hand.

"Now look," I say to the doctor. I brush the blood away from the cut, showing completely intact skin below.

I'm trying to stay in-character as someone with a healing-factor. I move over to the sink, washing the quickly congealing blood down the drain. My logic is that you can do all sorts of nasty things to someone if you have their blood.

I'm in the cafeteria. I'm looking for a free-run sequence. I run up the wall to an upper balcony, pulling myself up into the rafters and flinging myself forward without losing momentum. I'm trying to go up and up and

shift

Sam and Dean Winchester are saving people and hunting things. I'm playing as Dean while trying not to get Sam W. mixed up with my username. A man needs help rescuing his daughter and his pregnant wife from the evil scientists several Levels down. We take the elevator from Level 7 down to one of the sub levels.

The rescue is successful, but unfortunately, both of the children are evil. We eventually convince the five-year-old not to kill us all, and she decides to be a force for good. It reminded me of the daughter of the Basanos in the Sandman spinoff, Lucifer.*



*Super-powerful being rapes its host, host becomes pregnant, tries for a magical abortion, unborn daughter tries to kill everyone, and God's granddaughter erases everyone's memory so they can live normal, happy lives.

John Winchester pops out of nowhere in order to tell his sons something important. Dean doesn't want to hear it, I really don't care, and Sam W.'s starting to wonder if his brother has dissociative identity disorder. Somehow, this devolves into a man-hug as I flip back and forth from a male character to a female one. No one else seems to notice.

shift

My character (a child) is trapped playing out endless scenarios for a... troll... or something. I'm crawling through the mud under a two-foot high bridge, eying the puddle to the centre warily. I'm pretty sure there's alligators down there, and when I think I see (sense) movement, I panic and make for dry land.

And suddenly, I'm in control instead of the child-character.

Fed up with such repetitive terror, I immediately make a break for it when I'm out in the open. I run past ramshackle machinery and jump into a red truck parked near the muddy road. As I start up the truck, ignoring the shrieking of the little goblin by the bridge, I notice it's a standard. Whatever, I drive a motorbike, I can make it work.

I put the truck into gear and drive off down the road. Now it can fit one person, and there's no cab.

Down the road, I find faeries. I'm their guest. One reminds me of Miranda, even though she looks nothing like her. This woman has long, curly brown hair, and is most definitely not Vietnamese. She looks a lot like Liv Tyler, actually.

Fae!Miranda gives me a gift. I accept it, and go off on a mental tangent about the birthday gifts Ron and Hermione may or may not have received. Also, the fact that Miranda and I still haven't gotten together to exchange Christmas '09 gifts.

I want to give a gift of my own. I pull out a box and hand it to the woman. We're part of a group now, sitting around a table. Fae!Miranda opens the box and pulls out a shimmery fabric that seems almost invisible. I explain that the fabric is a magic silk that will enhance - something. Maybe it has defensive powers, or turns the wearer invisible. I don't remember. It was awesome, though. I was wearing some, even.

The silk changes to match the green of the faerie's dress, and flows into her curly hair.

A boy across from me is angry. I receive an image of a black gown - apparently Fae!Miranda's suitor was about to give her a dress. I can feel his jealousy brimming over from across the table.

Misogynists, Scientists, Doctors, Little Girls, Monsters, and Faeries. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: one of these days, giving powerful gifts to potential antagonists is going to come back and bite me.