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02.08.2011

Bundle of Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was engaged in an m3 shotgun fight with somebody. I killed them and another person came up. I jumped over them and shot them in the head.

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Jordan Mencel decided to take off from his regular music and was singing a concert. He sounded absolutely terrible. He was autotuned, but it was like... 15 cents flat every time. It sounded very raspy.

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Metro Police from HL2 came into my house to search for money printers.
"You can't prove that. You need a warrant. They looked pretty intimidating, but I wasn't giving in one bit.
"You need a warrant. You can't prove I have anything."







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cut mp3. Those two words say it all really. Nothing to explain here. Cutting mp3s in FL Studio 9 or 10.

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I was in my old theatre teacher's class. We were in the auditorium doing something for a play.

No clue what she failed/should have passed.. All I know is what I was thinking.
A girl failed and was crying hysterically. She couldn't understand it either. (neither could I, she should have passed with flying colors). The teacher said "appreciate your the talents you have and quit crying over this."

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Another girl from this same class was playing a rock concert. She was playing guitar. She wore a short pink dress, it was mega hot. Haha.

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I was in a minecraft world (though it wasn't cubed or 16x16 texture. It was like real life.

"I need some dirt blocks to finish this." I said.
The skidder looked at me, made a few futuristic noises, and said "over there." He was holding a minecraft block (or rather, sphere) of the globe.







I went over and grabbed this ball of dirt and carried it and continued building my dirt wall.

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28.07.2011

Meeting My Dream Guide (or not..) (Incubated Lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yet again a spontaneous lucid.

I was hiding behind a wall on the rooftops of a Middle-Eastern town. My gun was behind my back, pinned up against the wall. A terrorist sat down next to me, breathing heavily. He was looking the other direction running from some marines. There were marines on my side (to the right.. he was looking left), so I didn't want to make any noise and have this terrorist notice me. Drawing my gun would make noise, and I couldn't take him hand to hand. I was waiting for a marine to get him.


It was literally a bobblehead Obama figurine come to life.





His figure was extremely odd. His head was about three feet tall and a foot wide. His lips were huge, and his neck was about the diameter of a watter bottle's tip.

A marine sniper on a rooftop to my right took a shot. Once the bullet whizzed directly in front of my face I was experiencing everything in bullet-time. The shot him him directly in the neck.

The terrorists was suffocating and obviously in agony. Then he was shot in the neck once more -- this time his head came off.

I grabbed his knife and swung my gun into my hands. I jumped down off this roof to my right and went across multiple rooftops until reaching a ladder. As I was climbing up, I was shot at. I continued climbing again up a second ladder until I was with the marines.

We promptly got the hell out of there.


Once we got back to base, I changed out of my marine uniform, turn in my M4 and knife, and went straight to physical training (indoors.)

I was in the Air Force, which is why I had to turn in my uniform and weapons.

The general looked like Clint Eastwood. He worked us hard. A girl I know was in white lingerie spread out on the floor where we were doing push ups.








I kept telling her to go away. But no. She wouldn't.

The general came back from around the corner to make sure we were actually working and saw her. He used a Garry's Mod General Construction Prop as a wall and closed it in around our group. It packed us tighter together, and hurt because she was in the way and we couldn't touch the other wall -- we were being squished.

"Well well well... it's a little tight in here ain't it?" He gave her a death glare and she left rather quickly.

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I was inside a barn, lit by oil lanters.
A man took a hatchet and chopped another man directly down the center of his face. He then proceeded to eat the body.

I left and was in a culdesac at night. I saw a bunch of people I knew from Fayetteville walking the street. I turned toward a field and yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

I turned around. A big glass cup was floating behind me. It was about the size of my torso, but a bigger diameter. It had bright blue texting moving around it, as if a hologram were inside the glass.


I turned back around.


Again, I yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

Turned around only to find once more this cup.


I was quite surprised. In previous lucids my dream guide had always been Neytiri from Avatar. I've heard of animals and creatures being dream guides, but never anything like a glass cup. I'm not sure if this is my new DG or not.







This cup had a real interesting voice. A very smooth, seducing female voice, with a bit of futuristic reverberation to it.

I gave up and walked toward the field. It was apparently a Barbecue-Reunion for all my old classmates.

27.07.2011

Wasteland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old neighborhood from Fayetteville. For once, it actually showed it as it is -- post tornado.





(not from google images)

It was night time. There were still no street lights on the road pictured above. Some of them that were still up were broken on other streets, or slanted. Houses were messed up left and right.

I was riding my bike back from my ex's house to my old house to go get guns, because Rick and I had none (see previous DJ. Rick from Falling Skies),

At an intersection, a guy in a blue minivan came up and drove up to me, miraculously avoiding the overturned SUV. He pulled out a gun with his right hand while still in the driver's seat, casually showing it to me.




(not from google images)



I said, "Come on man.. you got a gun. You mean I can't even fight to attempt to get out?"
He laughed and said "hah.. yeah. Pretty fucked up ain't it?"
"Man this is bullshit." I replied. I dropped my bike and got in his van. He never noticed Rick.
"This place is a wasteland. The world's severely fucked." he said.

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I had gotten free of him by breaking the rope around my hands and killing his henchman with my fists. I ran back into my old house and grabbed the only pistol there and one hunting knife. I had one more I took from the cellar I was trapped in earlier. The pistol had seven bullets in the chamber. It was a Baretta.

I ran back to the ex's house. Her house was elevated by a stucco staircase, and another house was directly across from this staircase (as if the front doors were on the adjacent sides). Rick and I got to the top of the staircase and saw three kids and a man. I looked at Rick and we both tried to hug the wall and get out of view. All three kids saw us and I put my hands over my lips to say "shhhhh..."

They didn't speak, but as the staircase curved toward the door, the man saw me. He drew his weapon. I aimed down my sights and shot him in the lower stomach to my right. He slowly fell to the ground, and tried to shoot as he was going down. He aimed directly at me. I started strafing and jumping as if it were a video game, scared out of my mind. Rick stood there staring.

*click* *click* *click*

The man's pistol wasn't even loaded.

The children continued inside the house. I went over to the man's body and found 13 rounds, preloaded in 7 and 6-bullet magazines. I took the empty mag just in case.

27.07.2011

Rebecca Black, Angry Mom, Obama Speech, Concert & Hockey, Intimate Soup (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is looooong. I have some tag words written down, so many not be able to remember it all as it's so long.

"Where's A.B. when you need her?/pus neck, youtube, torrents, free market, hide the reg, entire epic, gf, school, obama speech, mom moves in, goft cart ending, ABQ Dumpsters, concert at obama area, porno soup, TH @ familiar ice stad, w/Rick & Andrew"

Honestly, I have no idea wtf I was thinking when I wrote some of these.

It was my Fayetteville house, except made of Stucko, and the rooms were different. The windows were more "futuristic" and there were no blinds or shutters. Three stories this time.

I was with my girlfriend (dream girlfriend, I'm forever alone. haha) out front of the house. It was a parking lot with speed bumps and dumpsters and everything.. just like my apartment. She looked an awful lot like Rebecca Black.

Spoiler for plot spoiler for TNT's Falling Skies:

& the girl from Falling Skies who was selling kids with her dad. The one that liked Hal.

Except she had black hair and a slimmer figure. She was wearing a yellow shirt and black leggings. I jumped on her and blah blah blah we played around for a bit. (get your mind out of the gutter)




Selena's figure, but had Rebecca's face.


It was dark now. My mother popped out the door and told me to come inside. I was behind this girl without her knowledge and I ran up and jumped on her back. She laughed and I jumped off. We walked inside. I had cooked soup. We were going to eat. It was just my brother, myself, and said girl again. This is how it was supposed to be. In the dream, the implied knowledge was that it was my brother's house.

Then my mom walked in. "NO! EAT THIS!"
Brother: "Mom calm down!"
Mom: "BULLSHIT. I COOKED AND BY GOD THEY'RE GONNA EAT IT. I'M NOT WASTING MY TIME."
Brother: "Unless you don't want your son to get laid."
Mom: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. HERE."
The scary part is that this is how my mom actually is, not a dream distortion.

She swapped out my soup with hers. Dream girlfriend and I got up and left.







Her soup

We were rather ticked off. For some reason unknown to all but the dream world, we couldn't fuck unless we ate this soup. Makes me laugh now.

So, I walked forward and she disappeared. I ended up at an Obama speech. He was on a concert stage giving a speech. This time was third person, I was looking from above him, as if the camera were the stage lights.







There was a massive crowd that was there. Three people in the crowd were singled out in my vision, connected by a green line.

The speech went on, then these three were singled out again.


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I was back out at the front of the house. Girlfriend was wearing black jeans and a black shirt this time. I ran up and we were playful as usual. It was morning, and she laughed and said "alright see you at school" and rubbed my head and smiled. I walked across the street and two golf carts were coming in the furthest lane going the wrong direction around 30mph. I jumped up on the curb and walked past a wall to a sidewalk through a park.

Dream ended.












FRAGMENTS I COULDN'T FIND WHERE IN THE PLOT TO PUT:

We were looking at the house's front door. "Well, if you go right past those dumpsters.. it's a free market."



My brother had a big pus bubble on the back of his neck. "Where's Ashley Burette when you need her?"
*name changed



Rick from falling skies was following me as I took him some place to "hide the reg." whatever that means.







Tokio Hotel was playing a gig at a make-believe ice hockey stadium (which I have dreamed at before). The stadium was completely packed and had an even number of guys and girls, surprisingly. Their vocalist still looked like a girl, as always.

24.07.2011

Opposing Force (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

No recall here.

Running from the Black Ops -- a group of stealth military operatives. They were out to kill the aliens AND shut up any survivors of the area to cover it up. Yup, I was a survivor. They were wearing stealth suits and had the Half-Life One SMG.







I found my way to an elevator and went up it to a room with six windows and one door. I blocked the door with a prop.

(garry's mod mode here.. prop spawning, sandbox mode, etc.)

All the windows had buttons over them. JUST like the ones from Garry's Mod on rp_downtown. I pressed each button to block the view of the windows (a plywood sheet slides out)

They would eventually open themselves. Turns out I had to set them and lock them and not just press the open/close button. People form Fayetteville started coming up the elevator. I was unable to figure out the window system in time. A flying red alien (think skyline, but not blue), There were about twenty of us inside and a window opened -- the alien opened fire, killing most. I managed to escape through the door I barricaded earlier.







I ran down a few flights of stairs. Four black ops were there. A bunch of Barnacles from Half Life 2 were also on the ceiling. They were taking careful measures to avoid them. Not knowing what to do, I jumped down a flight of stairs, wrapped my legs around his chest, and began to choke the man. His friends wouldn't help him as I was using him as a human shield and there were barnacles on the ceiling.






These guys grab onto you with their tongues and pull you up and chew.. yum..

The other guys ran and I let this guy go as he ran too. I went through the same door they did down the stairs. I was in a school hallway with a huge profesionally-cut hole in the right wall. I went through it and somebody had the garry's mod fading door tool made of general props. I went through it before it closed.

It was the guy from the skatepark. The extremely good one. He walked in and his door re-appeared (no longer faded due to keypad timout)

This was a MASSIVE underground bathroom... of which I have dreamed in twice. *smack*


One operative found a hole in the door where you could see and began to fire. I spawn another general prop and tried to block it off, but was trying to dodge bullets and kept hitting walls and the prop was turning, making it difficult to block off the top (people were jumping on the keypad then over the door)

No recall.

24.07.2011

Meshuggah/Living Quarters (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lucid task of the month!

I just have a bunch of words scribbled on the paper, and I'm not sure what order all of it came in, so bear with me.

"fish, increase, portal, piano, this is art, something I can't read written here..., sho(?), clock, hotel, keys, Berta (two & a half men), 3am, dog, never, spin, ghetto bitches, scared shitless, massive clock, time"

Bolded so nobody mistakes that word during my swearing spree.


It was a false awakening. There was a glow-in-the-dark thread shaking at one end of my room, while whatever was shaking it was blocked by a pillar just at corner of my bed by my right foot. There was an extremely ugly old lady sitting next to me, and it was very dark. I felt calm, and just closed my eyes and went back to sleep. Now that I think of it, it was my room from Fayetteville, not here in Albuquerque.

There's some dream here, not sure what. I'm in my music room here in my apartment, except there are pianos on both sides and there's a line of drum cymbals above each piano. "Dad... we only have one piano." Boom. Lucid.

I sit down and both these pianos disappear, replaced by one in front of me, whereas my my chair is moved back in order to allow space for the piano between it and my computer desk. I being to play it in the upper octaves in the key of C.







All the notes are in C, but in no way is it playing what I push. There is an excessive amount of hammer noise as if I were playing an acoustic piano, but thank god there was no chorus effect to it. Some of the keys to the left of my hands were pushing themselves.

Another false awakening. I look and see the same thread, same pillar, and same old hag. Wait wait wait, I'm still dreamining.

The thread ends up being attached to one of my Nike SB shoes, which is multi-colored with a white/charcoal base, a turqoise check and turqoise laces. The shoe is hopping around as if it has a life of its own. At this point, I am instantly scared shitless as it hops toward my bed. "Wait a minute.." I thought. "This is a dream. He can't hurt me." And I was no longer scared. The old hag never moved, and I never interacted with her.






Yeah, she was that ugly.

Somewhere in here it is no longer nighttime and I'm out of bed. Don't remember this bit.

I'm in my living room. Well, not mine, but a very nice glass-walled bit on the edge of an ocean cliff. Think of the DirecTV commerical.







Shelves are mounted to the wall at some points. I can't describe this apartment as it would take me days to communicate it. But on these shelves was a giant alarm clock (the one I just bought yesterday at Best Buy.) The text isn't changing.

My dad is out on the balcony hanging over the cliff drinking a beer. I'm still lucid at this point and want to try another goal of mine: "open a portal."

I try to use telepathic powers but this does not work. I then think of the wall as only a dream and non-solid and try to jump through it. I think I would have had much better success if I turned around so I wasn't looking at the wall before I jumped.

I then tried thinking of the molecules, and the gaps in between them. I CHARGED at full speed. Thunk. No such luck.

I leave the apartment and walk out. Turns out there is no door, but the giant party room rolls into the lobby of the most extravagent hotel I've ever seen. I was on the 45th floor. The whole thing was open in the center with the walkways around the edges, a circular building.

I soon learned that my new house was inside an apartment and was still under construction, thus no door. It also appeared to me that the ocean was only where the balcony was, and all the other ocean views through glass were illusions.

There's a skip of no recall. Some chubby girl with black hair, your typical fat prep, was reaching in the fridge. Charlie sheen said "assist you in a sec."
"What?"
"Berta!"
Berta: "Pfft. Right. "
Prep: "Oh bitch what da fuck?"
-ensue ghetto argument-

I'm in a dark room with red lighting and red carpet. A couple Ibanez RG2228 guitars are laid out on racks around me.







I was with Michel from Meshuggah. Yup. He was giving me a death glare with his hands out away from him walking towards me, as if possessed.







Wait, something tells me this dream isn't over.


Another awakening, this time for real. I roll over and... WTF. It's only 3:03 AM. I went to sleep at 1:10, and I remember looking at my clock at 1:40 and spending forever trying to enter SP. I must be seriously deprived. Yet I slept 9 hours yesterday and napped for two. I've been getting 8 hours a night. hmm..

Nope, not a dream.


I never went through any doors in this dream. I've been trying to RC every time I pass a door as they appear in virtually every dream. Somehow this is my only lucid in almost a year and yet it has no dreamsigns.

I think the lucid portion was ten to fifteen minutes long.

21.07.2011

Zero Skateboards Factory Explosion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a skatepark just past a tiny road on the edge of town. I was in a town with lots of pine trees, not Albuquerque. It was night-time and the park was well-lit by lights from the tower.

Yet again a reference of my old town of Fayetteville.

The racial demographic was much like Fayetteville as well, and very very unlikely to see out here.

This skatepark had bleachers in the back left, and was made of white concrete. Lots of domes and transition. In the middle was the Zero Skateboards manufacturing plant.

But it looked lik a combine tower.








I was riding my current skateboard, a Chris Cole Zero deck with black 52mm Autobahn wheels, Green & Gold Venture trucks, and checkers hardware. Although it is a bit scratched up.. and I have a rusty replacement kingpin and missing a screw in my tail.







I also got a new board (from where hell I don't know) Also zero, with GREEN autobahns, and green skull on the deck.







I set it down by my dad and started skating on my old board. He took that board and started skating on it. So I had him give it back. This time I set it closer to my dad. I went on skating.

As I came back, he had been skating it, and a big chunk of griptape was missing on the back.

No doubt caused by me going to the skatepark in the rain last night. I came home because it was too slick, but was still concerned about my grip tape losing its sand.

I yelled at him and he said "da fuqq you want nigga? Bet you wont come at me do bruh. You just a bitch nigga."

^This is average talk where I just moved out of. Thank God I'm out. Lol.

So I punched him. ^_^

Fighting followed. It was incredibly realistic, not dreamlike. We ended up locking with arms around each other and I put my fingers down into a pressure point and pushed. I just held them there until he passed out and let go of me.

My dad watched the entire thing. He said "Heh.. so you strong now?"

THE GUYS UNCONSCIOUS BODY WAS NOW AN UNCONSCIOUS DOG.

My dad went home and eventually this dog disappeared too. I kept skating for five minutes or so.

Guy I just beat the crap out of comes back with three friends. They steal mynew zero board, as well as my old one and run off laughing "HAHAHAHA BIIITCCCHH. DON'T FUCK WITH US!! HHAHAHAHAHA!!"

I picked up a small kingpin that had fallen off of somebody's board and chucked it into the tower. BOOOOOOOOMMM. It exploded right on top of them.

And I turned around and RAN LIKE HELL before the explosion reached me. It was moderately paced, as if somebody had strewn out explosives in a line and hit one.

I ran through these woods barefoot (yet managed minimal stabs to the foot) and eventually took a turn where a lake started.

I've been to this exact dream spot twice in the past year and a half or so... aggravated me upon waking.






Ignore that freaky thing and just pretend it's me. Lol.

The dream ends.


For reference, this is what I look like.

If anybody knows who he is, 9001 points to you.

20.07.2011

Sheldon Cooper Black Mesa (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Sheldon Cooper rampaging Black Mesa with TMP. From third floor catwalk staircase (rp_downtown yellow warehouse) was shooting as I managed to hit lockdown. Slipped out as door shut and was outside aperture. Mom and matt in car, listening to gospel and hit a dumpster from my apartment.







*I understand this is half-assed. I'm learning the new DJ system in cooperation with Banhurt's 2.6 and wrote it at midnight the night after. Also not much to elaborate on fifteen seconds of dream. I assure you it will become what my old Dream Journal was!