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31st of January, 2012

This was a big one. Lots of fun and really detailed. The plotline even managed to remain pretty consistent throughout.

Something about Ghost Whisperer/Medium and being on big puffy cushions in a forest lead to...

Dad going for a run with the dog. I watched him from the balcony and as he emerged from behind a bush, he was being chased by a cop who shot at him. I ran after him and somehow, doing that, found out that there was a series of raunchy photos leaked of a celebrity.

Facebook was going wild over the news and they were being called the $5billion pictures.

I said it was ridiculous that anyone would care that much about just some random’s celebrity sex photos.
As it came to pass, I eventually saw said photos and in looking at them was magically transported to the event.

It was at a party.
The famous girl, who was now the chick from Secret Diary of a Call Girl (I’ve never watched any of these shows by the way, I don’t know why they’re in my dreams!) was about to go down on some guy. They were doing all the necessary prep things and then he abruptly fell asleep!
I said I wasn’t sleepy but she didn’t seem interested in me. At that point, her friend came in and said “didn’t you say she was just another chick anyway?” to which I acted all shocked and began saying nice things such as “charming” and “enchanting to look at” etc.

Eventually she seemed impressed with my lingo and we started to kiss but then the guy woke up and got all aggro.
Somehow in the commotion the girl bumped her mouth and ran into the bathroom. The guy started getting rough and I bested him then pulled a rock-star pose.

I went into the bathroom and saw that she was bleeding and I gathered up four teeth that she’d lost (dream sign much?)
We went into the kitchen where I was looking for my phone but her friend had confiscated it. I imagine so that I didn’t tell my friends that I was hangin’ with celebs. Eventually she told me where it was hidden and I must’ve left.

The next little while was me being generally cool and harbouring this cool secret, then there was a massive bus crash with a car involved and I went out to help.
That part was really vivid and quite scary. All night time-y and explosionful.

I realised none of my team were wearing our fire fighter clothes so we went to get changed.

In the change room an odd thing happened where the dream to that point was recounted in cartoon form and ended in a ballroom where I now found myself surrounded by the sleep-guy and his friends.
We got into a fight and I beat them then managed to talk to friends into calming down.
Just as I did, one of them started peeing all over the place and aiming at me, but I grabbed his dong and made him whizz on himself and his friends instead and then I ran away.

In the hall I bumped into the sleep-guy (who had transformed appearances several times by this stage) but quickly just picked him up and slammed him on his head.
I left and got on a bus where he tried to follow me but was stopped.
We went through a drive through bottle shop/car wash where a girl recognised me as Star coz of the pose I’d pulled, which actually had something to do with a rash the sleep-guy had that looked like a star. I talked to her briefly then we drove off.

As we left, I got a message from the guy saying he wanted to meet up and sort it out but it was obviously a setup as he wanted my credit card details as well as telling me I could leave my car with his chauffeurs.

At this little shop area there was a bunch of celebrity gossipers and a dating guide woman who started talking to me and asking how successful my week had been. I played it coy and said “...alright.”
At that point the celebrity girl walked past with a male friend and the woman started taking photos. I pretended not to recognise them, then another celebrity walked past and the dating woman told me to leave by walking past him so she could get a photo.

I obliged then rethought that I was way cooler than she knew, so I went back in where she was now talking to him and walked out the back door. Hanging out the door were a big group of people including Stew and Sean and they were all on acid. I spoke to them briefly and they were all being really weird then they became Colin, Jon Lee and Jono and I told them I had the best secret in the world but couldn’t tell them what it was.

Nooks’ alarm went off as I was about to meet up with celeb girl again and was devising some kind of weird prank to play on her.

I was in some sort of training complex for all sorts of stuff. How to shoot a gun, how to use a sword, how to drive some fancy type of vehicle, etc. It was outside, and extended to a low, gray, brick wall. In the background, people where driving fancy vehicles that looked like a mix between a jeep and a golf cart, and was made for one person. Others were fencing with very nice looking swords, ranging from rapiers to katanas. Some people were kneeling and shooting automatic weapons at bags of flour.

I was in a line to be assigned to one of these activities. People in front of me were being handed guns and swords and whatnot from a military looking man with a clipboard. He was obviously some sort of marshal, though I was not sure that this was a military complex. Worried, I felt around my head, and found with much jolliness that I did not have a buzz cut, and at the moment, that convinced me that I was not actually in the presence of the military.

When I reached the marshal looking fellow, the looked me up and down briefly. His eyes stayed on my left hand for a moment. I looked down at it to notice, for the first time, that I was holding a pair of scissors, with a shiny blades at an angle from the black scissor-handle-doodad. I looked at the man in front of me. He pointed to my right and grunted. He then walked grudgingly elsewhere, as I was the end of the line.

I found a group of six or seven other people, one of them an adult man with black hair and a coat, an instructor of sorts. The other five were the same group of people more or less than my age that seem to follow me around on the weekends. ( :O )

If I remember correctly, there were three men including me (But not the instructor) , and three women, and all of us had scissors with black scissor-handle-doodads, but not all with shiny angled blades.

The instructor instructed us, though I do not remember any specific thing he said. We seemed to be a group of elite scissor ninjas, and proceeded to go through drills such as scissor tai-chi, scissor dueling, and snipping at the necks of training androids with fake flesh. At the end of the training, I twirled the scissors around my index finger, feeling rather pleased with my skills in scissory. Then I woke up, and felt disappointed with the tiny blunt scissors I got in kindergarten.

Another world:
I was in a totally different world from here and remember going through a lot of places, everything was a lot more advanced then here, with me starting in some sort of huge highway and then going through a city of sorts. I was with some people and the biggest thing I remember was an conversation with someone what was being controlled by a psychopath. We managed to capture and restrict him and while I was about 3 meter away from him I said I was absolutely going to kill him if I saw him one more time like that. After no significant response I came closer and asked in a threatening way if he would rather lose his life now. At that point I saw he had a flashing headband which was the thing that partially controlled him. He answered with an obvious "no". I repeated myself and said something like: "Do you want to die being controlled by a psychopath or do you want to try living?", on which he again responded he wanted to live so we helped him get rid of that headband.

TF2, way of the scout:
In a dream I was thinking about which team a scout would go with an BLU mother and an RED father, and a short story emerged. The scout went to the RED team first following his father but since he didn't really like his father and BLU always lost he decided to join BLU to prove that RED won't always win the payload races.

Some Harry Potter stuff:
Harry and some other people were in a huge building, chased by something strange flying which they couldn't hit at all. Se he decided to mix a potion which would create a weapon which couldn't be heared (or probably sensed otherwise) and got some admiration for his mixing skills.

First, I was at my old house with my mom and another girl from school. I had a big fight with my mom.. we were at the table or something..

Then I was cycling to school with my brother.. We had to take a right turn.. then I suddenly raised myself above the road and I had to carry much weight.. I gave my brother a key or something to unlock the gate.. but I was there first so I opened the gate (the key was with me again somehow) and I showed a weird chemistry test from my brother to my old friends.. he had only 6 answers wrong..

Then I was in the office, me and my brother were doing something on the computer and I needed a better chair, but there wasn't a better one.. Then my dad locked my in the office.. I don't think my brother was there as well.. but it was suddenly full with water and I was trapped with one of my legs.. the other one was covered with grey eggs/seeds of a butterfly.. it felt really gross and weird.. then there came a demon (girl-demon with kind of orange hair.. she swam to me) and gave me some weird small stones.. I could throw them at the window, because my dad was outside.. so I did. He eventually came back and unlocked the door, just in time because the eggs were starting to hatch.. I ran to the door, and some butterflies already flew away.. they didn't all hatch though..
Then I woke up.

-Enteme-

A lot of what I "remember" from the early part seemed more of a blur as a bits of my dreams do, usually the times when i'm alone and there is nothing being said (i vaguely recall an... "everywhere storm" on the US and another shark themed dream passed by in the blur last night)

But yes, all of a sudden I was like... driving around this sity, had just taken an off ramp and was driving around looking for something. It was dark, and for some reason I was particularly trying to stay away from "skunks" (what i generally call their calls). I managed to pass through the town with only seeing glimpses of them going in their own directions.

I remember the feeling of urgency growing rather strongly in this dream, that I needed to find the freeway and and backtrack or go somewhere else. Another thing I must note, wasn't the first time I'd been to that city. First time driving around there.... but I can pull back having a dream some months where I was running around it barefoot or something.

. . . . . (catching flickers of a memory) nah.... that was... hmmm For some reason I'm remembering a lot of.... aerial acrobatics.... which is something i generally don't do (matrix-status jumping around/over homes/buildings)

Anywho after the driving dream ended.... there was one more dream for me to have.

Once again another hotel/motel (may have been a motel in this one, looked more like it). As the dream started, I'd just arrived with a 2 others. For some reason me and one of them expected someone to be waiting inside.

One of the two followed behind me (for some reason, some people in my dreams... may as well just be a dark shadow with no detail XD..... I just don't see them, i know they are there, but I can't place what gender they even are .) The other went to a side window to look inside. Before doing this I of course "pulled" 2 swords that I own, (one being my main, but the other wasn't the other one from the previous, which would explain what happened in a few moments) I have my main spkatana, and i toss my old oceankatana to the person i arrived with about to go for the window. Now armed we proceeded

I went straight for the door, opened it about an inch, and then kicked it the rest of the way open. At this point, me and the follower only had t otake a few steps in. Just being me, I naturally decided to just pear around the door (against the wall where the door sits when fully open), and.... I couldn't even see them but he was there, just as with those i'd came with.... I could but couldn't see him. Within the second I saw the othersword, the angel-wakizashi (naming em for later reference) flying right into my face, I remember pulling back just in time to see the blade extend past it and the eventual hand and handle of the sword which is how i knew which one it was.

I grabbed the person and pulled them away from the door, one of the others was about to help me with em while i had them locked up, to which I yelled at them not to. I tripped the person/thing up and followed him to the ground, both of us still also clutching the Wakazashi (short katana for those who don't know), a smooth as butter I turned it towards his chest and sunk it down into him. I vaguely remember me/those with me asking who sent him... But I don't remember hearing any answer. Pretty much when I woke up.

May go and type up some other entries while I seem to be in the dream remembering mode, an have the day off. Have missed a lot.

01/20/12

AFC Championship Football Game
I am in my own house, and I am watching television. I am in my entertainment room where I have my television and game systems. There is a football game on, it is the AFC championship game between the Baltimore Ravens and the New England Patriots. The Ravens are ahead at the moment, with a score of 14 to 0. I hear my mom and my brother in the other room, also watching the game. I am in my room because I know John, my brother, is rooting for the other team. I don't really care, but I'd rather cheer for the Ravens in peace. I look back at the game and I see the score has changed… ridiculously changed… it is now 76 to 14 in favor of the Ravens. Wtf? The score couldn't have changed that much that fast… I wonder if John and my mother noticed that. I head to the other room and see the score is now 117 to 24 in favor of the Ravens. John is throwing stuff at the television. I say the scoreboards at the game must be broken… there's no way that could be the real score…

Waves of Oblivion
I am in a small town that looks like something out of an RPG such as Oblivion. Everything is in a bit of chaos, people are running for cover and hiding in the various buildings. Everyone is in a blind panic. I head towards the front gates to see what is going on. There are guards at the front, they tell me to get inside with the other civilians. I ask what is going on, the guard says there are demons pouring from the gate, now get to shelter. I decide I can help, so I head out of the gate, ignoring the guard yelling after me. The captain of the guards also tells me to go to shelter, I tell him I'm going to help. He laughs in my face and says the day a woman can hold her own in a fight is the day he retires. I ignore him and head towards the main force of demons.

The gate they're pouring from is an Oblivion gate. There are so many of them. I charge right into the group, forming sword and armor from Witchblade. I cut through a couple, jump over more, and finally I get to the gate. I go through the gate and see there are more demons pouring on that side of the gate. There seem to be an infinite number of them. I see the main tower in the area, that must be where the sigil stone is. I head straight for it, taking flight to get there quicker. Forget going through the tower… I fly straight to the top and down through an opening in the ceiling. There's the sigil stone… I grab the stone, thus collapsing the Oblivion gate.

I am now standing in the ruins of the Oblivion gate. There are still some demons present on this side, but the army defending the town are quickly dealing with the remaining demons. Some of the demons disappear through small portals when they see there are no more reinforcements coming for them. I see the captain of the guards not far away, and I go over to him. He says I am lucky that gate closed or I would be dead. A soldier tells him that I am actually the one who went into the gate and closed it. I ask the captain if he will be retiring now… he just looks stunned.

No recall on the night of the 16th as I was off-my-tits high, but I managed to remember bits a pieces last night - mostly of me hiding my tattoo from my parents again...
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17/1/12
One dream did stand out, however, as it was pretty intense:

I'm walking down the street at night with two friends [who I don't think I know in real life] and one is reading a book. A girl with her boyfriend behind us makes a snooty comment about his 'cheap clothes' and how she didn't think poor people could read. At this, we band together like brothers and decide to lay into her with a dazzling display of insults.

We continue walking through an alley to some sort of changing room [probably a rugby changing room, like so many of my other dreams, for some reason] where I get lamped in the back of the head by this girl's boyfriend and fall to the floor dazed. I don't take to this cowardly form of combat and so get up to confront him, but he turns himself invisible!

I decide this coward needs a lesson as I see a crowd of people being pushed apart by an invisible force, and chase my attacker to a nearby toilet cubicle. He pleads as his invisibility wears off, but I'm too fired up and I crack him in the jaw. He then somehow appears with his head in the toilet bowl (not through my doing) and I pull him out by his legs to save him from drowning.


I leave the scene to gasps and disgusted whispers, as if I was the one in the wrong. To be fair to the guy, he did need an ambulance.


Just to point out, I'm not a very violent person, and though I wouldn't react well to being hit from behind, I definitely wouldn't retaliate as viscously as in my dream.

15.01.2012

The Dream of the Mall Shoot-Out (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to the bigger island next to mine to meet a local woman whose young daughter was in the hospital. I decided to accompany her to the hospital. We drove there. The hospital was in a giant mall which was partly underground.
Once there, we got separated because I went to buy a magazine for the little girl. I was in the shopping part of the mall, outside the checkout lanes, when people started firing. It was a small squad, about a dozen people. I ducked being a checkout counter. I could only hear them, so I had to guess what they were doing. They were coming from my left and getting closer, shooting people as they went. I heard the victims scream.
There was a dead female cashier close to me so I crawled there, put some of her blood on my shirt and played dead when the squad passed by.
When I was alone, I tried to think about what to do. Other gunmen joined the first squad, it was a little army and they were obviously professionals. They occupied the whole mall, stoping the country's forces from liberating it.
I met other survivors in the mall and we started a resistance. We gathered a few weapons, for instance I had my commando knife with me. Some of the men were older men whom I met in real life about a week before. There was also a man about my age which seemed to have war experience. We fought the invaders, it was a real mall guerilla, hiding in boutiques and between shopshelves. Many people died on our side. Everybody fought, mothers, children, old people.
There were also a few conflicts within our group. I had misunderstanding with the man of my age when I thought he'd stolen my knife, but it was a close-looking one.
In the end, after a few days, the country's army managed to get in the mall but they realized we'd done most of the work. We were tired, dirty and hungry, so we roamed the mall for food, and the police had the nerve to tell us to stop stealing!
Flash forward a few months: the mall has been abandonned following the blood shed. The state has decided to convert the office buildings into nice flats, and me and some of the other survivors are imagining our future life there, the landscaping, etc. As for the shopping part of the mall, it will be turned into a giant market like Rungis for the whole south of France.
End: I'm at home when I receive a phone call from a British woman. She says she wants to meet me to make a film about the attack. For some reason I can't make out a third of what she's saying, but in the end I understand that she wants to make a film and not a documentary, and would like me to star as myself.

When my alarm went off this morning it was instantly obvious that I did not get enough sleep. So despite me having, well, less than perfect grades, I decided to skip school and go back to sleep. Im glad I did because what followed was my first lucid dream!

I was in some house that I've never even seen before in real life, surrounded by poeple that I've never met (except my dad). Although, I felt like I knew the people, it was a very festive enviroment, christmas themed to be exact. Everbody is drinking hot chocolate and talking to each other. I am playing with three dogs who are running around the house. I only saw two rooms of the house in my dream, there is a living room with a couch, hardwood floor, decoritive rugs, and a christmas tree. The other room was a kitchen, white glassy tiles and and a drink bar, not to many other details. Behind me there is a spiral staircase but it looks dark and univiting, so i avoid it.

Then (for some reason) everybody starts running really fast through a sliding glass door that leads to the backyard, which is covered in a blanket of snow. directly infront of the glass door there is an overhang that drops down about 10ft, but on either side of this "mini-cliff" there are ramps that lead down in a curve to the backyard. Inbetween the ramps and the overhang is a tree house. Once everybody is down the ramps they all pull out axes and start hacking at these trees. the trees are tall, candy cane striped, and have fuzz growing on there bark. The fuzz look like a short fur that you would find on a fur coat. Everybody is chopping this "furry-bark" off the trees and making fur boots with them. then my dad calls me over and gives me a pair of the treebark-fur boots, I put them on (even though there is probably nothing more gay then a dude wearing fur boots, not trying to offend anyone, just saying). I walk back onto the overhang to get a good look at the whole back yard. Then out of nowhere this assassin dressed like a samuri and holding a samuri sword jumps down from the roof onto the overhang, aiming to fight me. Thats when I realized "WTF is this shit?!?!, I must be dreaming" but i thought it would be fun to have a sword fight so I did'nt change anything. I pick up a samuri sword and we start flailing around trying to fight each other . Eventually he stabs me and I dramatically fall off the overhang into the snow. Although I know its a dream so I just get back up. I really wanted to make it into a full-blown fuedal japanease war (like in the game "Shogun 2: total war") but unfortunately I woke up because I was so excited about the possibilities.

At the time I didn't fully comprehend what was going on, I told myself "You're dreaming" but all I knew was that I could change the dream and control things, but I didnt really understand that I was in my bed sleeping. I still consider it my first lucid dream though.

So, how was my writing, not enough details, too many pointless details, just boring? I want feedback.

Longest. Dream. Ever. So vivid, so much detail, and much more dialogue than I normally have in my dreams. The whole thing must've lasted 10-15 minutes (in dream time)

I was in a very large city, what I assumed was Tokyo at the time on some sort of school trip. I was on a pathway with some friends and we were walking towards a large deck/patio area that was overlooking a river and the city. When we got to the deck I looked up in the sky and saw the moon was much larger than usual. It seemed to be growing too. I squinted a little bit to try and see it better, and I noticed it was hurtling at us! I didn't move (don't know if I couldn't or just didn't) and just stood there. Nobody else seemed to be paying any attention and I didn't say anything, I just started at the moon flying at us. It crashed into the city beyond the river and there was a huge explosion with massive amounts of debris flying everywhere.

The next thing I knew I was standing on the pathway again, like nothing had ever happened. I looked around, and noticed it was just like before. I didn't really think anything of it and continued to walk with my friends towards the deck again. When we got there I asked my friend Tyler about what happened. He said, "What are you talking about? Nothing happened, and the moon difinitely didn't fall out of the sky. Look," he pointed up, "it's right there." I looked up where he was pointing and sure enough there was the moon, siting in the sky, certainly not hurtling towards us. I found this very odd, and started to quesiton things. I figured I might as well to a RC. I plugged my nose, tried to breath in and it worked! I was in a dream, the third one in a row

I imediately felt the dream start to fade and quickly started to rub my hands together to no success. I decided to try spinning to prolong the dream and kept spinning around and around. I didn't want to open my eyes, thinking that I would wake up, but after I had spun for about 30 seconds and wasn't lying down, I figured I could stop and I would be alright. I opened my eyes and I was still on the deck, but nobody was there. I thought of what to do, and I immediately thought of the TotY. The first one that came to mind was the first camera, but I didn't really feel like doing that one for some reason. Instead, I decided to survive the hindenburg disaster.

I pictured the large baloon floating over an airfield (like I remember seeing in old videos) and snapped my fingers, thinking to myself, "take me there." In a flash I was inside a small room, what looked like a cockpit. There were two people in the room with me and I noticed they had modern pilot uniforms on. I didn't think much of it and leaned over them to look out the window. I proceeded to accidently knock over one of their coffees, "Hey! Watch it!" he yelled. I back away quickly, surprised at his sudden activity. I noticed that the cup was full, and it had gotten all over the controls. A few sparks appeared and I started to get nervous, as did the pilots.

I rubbed my hands some more, making sure I had a good hold on the dream. I had a feeling this would be the cause of the crash, and I was right. The blimp immediately started diving forward, and the pilots pulled back on the controls as hard as they could, trying to get the blimp to rise. I could hear passengers screaming in the back when a flight attendant came in. "What's going on!? Why are we falling out of the sky!?" She sounded surprisingly calm for being in an aircraft that was about to crash. "This dumbass spilled coffee all over the controls!" One of them yelled. I backed away a little bit and put my arms up like I was innocent, "It was an accident! I didn't mean to!" I claimed.

Then, one of the pilots must've had a light bulb go off over his head, because in an instant, he shouted, "Wait! I have an idea!" He then took his coffee, and poured it all over the controls! "What the hell are you doing!?" I demanded. "Just wait," he replied. After only a few seconds, we levelled out, and were at a safe trajectory again. "What the... how did you know that would work?" I asked. "We are in a dream, you know." He replied, quite sarcastically. I shrugged it off and walked back into the main room where all the passengers were. Then I noticed a guy with a cigarette in his mouth and some matches in his hand. "NO!! Don't do that!" I yelled, but it was too late. He struck the match and the entire vessel instantly burst into flames.

There was tons of flames in the passenger area and I ran back into the cockpit where there wasn't any fire yet. "What the hell was that!?" One of the pilots demanded. "Some idiot just lit a match and now the entire things burst into flames!" I replied. "Then light another match! You know, dreams?" It did make sense, given that he fixed the earlier problem by pouring more coffee onto it. I went back into the other room with the other passengers who were all freaking out. This time it was actually very hot and I started to sweat. I felt like I just ran a marathon and got thrown into a sauna, minus the steam. I pulled a matchbook out of my back pocket (no idea how they got there). To my dismay, as I opened them they immediately burst into flames from the already roaring fire. I guess that plan's out .

I went back into the cockpit where it was starting to get warm, but there still weren't flames. "So? Did it work?" The same pilot asked. "Not exactly..." I replied, "they burst into flames before I could light them." "Damn," he said, obviously discouraged, "that was our only plan. Well, I guess there's nothing left to do but sit back and enjoy death." Jeez, that seemed a little dark. "Doesn't really matter to me," I said calmly, "I just need to ride this out so I can finish the TotY." It was true after all, if I had saved the blimp then I would've failed my task. "That is such a dreamer's additude." The other pilot added in. "How do you know I'm dreaming?" I asked. "Duh," he said sarcastically, "I'm part of your subconscious. You know, your brain? I know everything you know, and things you don't know you know."

"Like what?" I asked, equally sarcastic. "Now then," he said, "this is no place to have an intelectual discussion. We're all-most of us are going to die here." Damn... I actually felt like a douche, but he was right, we're about to crash. "Can you just answer me one quesiton?" I asked. "Yes. There, I answered your quesiton, now shut up so I can enjoy my death." He replied. Jeez, my subconscious is even more sarcastic than I am. "Thats not what I meant. I want to ask you where my dream guide is. I've always wondered who/what it is but never found him/her/it." It was true, I was very curious about who my DG was. "Don't you see? It's right in front of you, it's-"

At this point the blimp finally crashed into the ground. The force threw me forward into the windshield, but it didn't break. Ow... The cockpit I was in finally caught on fire, and it was even hotter than the other room. I could feel my skin starting to melt, but it didn't hurt, just uncomfortable, like when you get a moderate cramp, only it was all over my body. I wanted to get out. Now. I pushed my way through the burning wreckage and punched out the window. I could barely squeeze through but there was a small openeing right on the ground about 2 feet high. I crawled out and walked into the bright sun. I turned around at the hindenburg and it was only a shell of what was once the greatest airship ever. I must've been the only one out.

It wasn't until a few seconds later when a man ran over to me with a fire extinguisher in his hands that I noticed I was still on fire. I told him to back off because i wanted to try something. I did another small energy burst (See two dreams ago) and the fire pretty much evaporated. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah I'm fine, but do you know if the pilot made it out?" I wanted to know what he was about to say and if he was really going to tell me who my DG was. "You're the only one who I've seen come out. Come on, you look terrible." I looked down into a puddle of water and noticed that all my hair had been singed off and my skin was black aroudn my face. I looked down and my arms and noticed my shirt was gone, but my pants were still there (thank god).

I walked over to the bleachers where the crowd had been watching the blimp fly around and sat down on the first one. I looked back at the blimp again and noticed that it was just a pile of charred rubble. Then, I noticed a figure walking away. It was the pilot! Unfortunately, it wasn't the one who I had been talking to, but the other one who had just sat there silent the entire time. I ran up to him and noticed he had a disappointed look on his face, almost angry. Right as I got close to him he spun around and kicked me right in the side of my head! It was a damn hard hit and pushed me about 20 feet off to the side but I managed to stay on my feet. "What the hell was that for!?" I yelled at him.

"Thats what you get for being yet another arrogant son of a bitch to come into this dream." Wow, he was angry! "What the hell do you mean?" I demanded. I was seriously confused. Was I really being that much of a jerk? "Back there, in the blimp, when you said 'Doesn't really matter to me, I just need to ride this out so I can finish the TotY.'" In a mocking tone like you would when you repeat what someone says to point out the obvious. "That is one of the cockiest things I've ever heard." (Looking back, he did kind of have a point) "What are you talking about? It's my dream, and besides, you're just a figment of my imagination. A projection of my subconscious to simulate the waking world."

"Oh, but I'm much more than that. Yes, I am a projection of your-" he cleared his throat, "-our subconscious, but that doesn't mean I'm not real. In here, what you see is all real. What was that one thing you always said? 'Perception is reality?' Well, you were right. And, even though you may think you perceive thise to be just a dream, to me, to your subconscious, we perceive this as complete reality." Wow, this is getting really serious! This stuff is insane . "That may be," I said, slowly, "but you're still a part of me, and if I perceive this to be a dream, then it is a dream."

"You're right," he said. He actually sounded like he just thought realized something. "This is a dream, but who's to say dream aren't reality? This is all real. Right now, your brain is still sending signals to your body and itself. Your heart is beating in here, as well as in your physical body, lying in your bed. What you're seeing, hearing, feeling. What you're smelling and even tasting, is all going into your memory. Saying this dream isn't real is like saying memories aren't real. You remember going snowboarding last night, right?" (I did go snowboarding last night) "That was real, wasn't it? But all it is now is just a memory, and soon, this will just be a memory. Saying this dream isn't real is like saying everything that has ever happened isn't real, and who are you to say what is and isn't reality?" (I maye have left some parts out, but this is about 95% accurate)

"And now..." He said, "I think it's time I put you in your place." He charged at me, incredibly fast. "Wait wait wait, hold on a sec-" *SMACK!* I felt a huge sharp pain in my ribs. Everything started to go blurry, and I struggled to raise my hands together. I started to rub them and focus on the warmth and feeling, "Uh-uh," he yelled, "You're not stabalizing that easily! I'll make you wake yourself up!" At this point i was on my knees, trying to regain my breath, when suddenly my neck snapped back. He had kicked me square in the jaw. But then it hit me: it's not about rubbing your hands together, it's about focusing on your senses and how it feels to do so. "No, you're the one who's wrong," I squeezed out. "You see, the more you hit me, the more pain I feel, and the more senses I have to anchor myself to this "alternate reality" you say we are in."

I focused on my chest, on my jaw, neck, and even the burns from the crash. The more I thought about it, the more it hurt, but the more vivid the dream became. "Ah, but I can see it on your face," he snickered. "The more you focus on the pain, the stronger it becomes." Spot on, he hit the nail on the head. "But you forget," I told him, "I have nearly mastered dream control, and any pain I feel I can easily change. You know, the mind interprets pain and sex in the same area of itself. If sexual thoughts can be used to diminish pain in waking life, then why could it not work in the dream world? After all, it's all in your head."

At this point I was back on my feet, and pictured the pain in my chest and jaw to pleasure in my "private area." It worked better than I thought. So well in fact I nearly ejaculated and could feel the dream fade just a tiny bit. I imagined a bit of the new pleasure as pain to even it out, and it worked perfectly. I had some minor discomfort in my chest, and some moderate pleasure "down there."

"I see," he replied, "it looks as if it has worked. Well then, let the realy fire start!" I immediately yelled back, "You asked for it!" I flexed all the muscles in my right hands and formed a fireball about the size of a medicine ball. I lurched back and flew forward in an all out sprint. At this point time seemed to slow down 10 fold, so that one normal second took a good 10 seconds to happen. We were only about 50 feet away and I halved that distance in the blink of an eye, or about 3 seconds of slow-motion. I swung my arm around as hard as I could (8 years of baseball finally paying off) and aimed right for his head. Right as it left my hand he leaned to the left and I flew past him. I spun around so that my back was facing the ground and I could see his knee about to come up, going straight for my back.

I arched my back as hard as I could and turned it into a back handspring. "Not bad," he said, "for a dreamer." For some reason, that pissed me off. I'm normally a very cool headed guy. In fact, whenever I play video games with friends they will always get pissed off and I'll have to tell them to calm down, while they're all screaming their heads off. But not this time. Without thinking, I formed another fireball and went after him again. This time though, I threw the fireball at him earlier, and followed through on the throw to turn it into a side flip, and rotated that into a chartweel type move, and pushed yet another fireball off each of my feet, on either side of him, so no matter which way he moved, he would get hit. However, he jumped straight into the air, about 100 feet, avoiding all three fireballs.

"Quite the moves you got there," he said, "but you'll have to do better than that to beat me!" He dove down head first straight at the ground, fast enough to cause him to burst into flames like a meteor. Having just recovered from my little stunt, I saw him out of the corner of my eye smash into the ground. A huge crater formed and I was pushed back several hundred feet. He walked casually out of his crater and moved so fast he just appeared next to me in the blink of an eye. "Now, like I said before, It's time you learn your place!" I felt a massive force on the back of my head and I'm pretty sure I was forced into the ground. The force was so great that I woke up in my bead, heart going crazy, sweating like hell and completely disoriented. Wow. Now that was a dream. I'm starting to wonder whether or not that was my DG, and if what he said was really true. I quickly wrote down all the main points as well as the majority of the dialogue, but I had school again that morning and I had little time to actually get into detail.

Nevertheless, I got part of the TotY done, had en epic fight, and possibly met my DG.

The dream starts off with me and a couple of my friends spending time on the terrace of my house. After a long day, we had decided to cool off just resting and talking to each other. After a while we hear a commotion on the streets a little away from my house. My friends look over the parapet wall trying to catch a glimpse. I climb up a ladder and go on top of the small room on the terrace to get a better view.


We see a procession, a march of sorts on the street with elephants and few other animals. We start to enjoy it when the elephants just go mad and start running wildly everywhere. The people nearby scatter to find some shelter, but just ended up coming under the feet of the stampeding pachyderms. Few of the elephants start running towards my building with people running ahead of them trying to escape.


I climb down as quickly as I can and start going downstairs to try and help them out. But as I descend the stairs and approach the gates, I see an elephant right in front of the gate staring at me, with wild rage in its eyes and a strange marking on its forehead. Without waiting for it to charge, I just double back on myself and run up the stairs, back to the terrace. As I make it up there, we hear screams from all sorts of animals making their way towards my house.


Suddenly, we see an old lady jumping from roof to roof and coming towards us from our left. Before we can figure anything out, she’ll be on our terrace. My friends just backed away from where she landed but I just keep staring at her. Then she starts walking up to me, oblivious to all that is happening, with a sense of urgency and a hint of desperation in her eyes. She just grabs my hand and starts speaking in a trance-like state of a prophecy yet to be fulfilled and of forces out to get me no matter the consequences. I’ll be trying to figure out what she’s saying when a friend spots a hot-air balloon right on top of our building. The old lady breaks her trance with this and looks up at the balloon. She notices an insignia on it, same as the strange marking on the elephant and tells, “They’re here.”


Just then we hear a bird’s screech nearby. I look down and see a giant Emu-like bird on the street just a little away from where the elephant stood. It had a long sharp beak like that of a Toucan and a pelican-like neck with strong sturdy legs. But the elephant seemed to have disappeared as well as the hot-air balloon above. The bird seemed to be searching for something and just then it looks up and at me. It’ll give another shrill screech and jumps up onto some railings of the building opposite to mine and in the second leap onto our terrace.


My friends all scream and start running away as I look for something to defend myself. I’ll find a piece of wood lying near me and as I try to get it, the bird lunges at me. I dive forward and pick up the piece of wood at the same time and turn just in time to see the bird lunging at me again. I dodge it shift to my right. Now I’m face-to-face with this beast with nothing but a piece of wood to defend myself. My friends manage to get down but the old lady will be standing just a little away.


The bird keeps trying to jab me with its long beak which I try to dodge as much or parry it with the piece of wood. Once I manage to get a good strike at the bird’s beak which makes it lose its balance and topples to my left. I seize the moment and lunge at it from my right. I get on top of the bird pinning it down while laying a big strike on its head. It’ll still be struggling to get free when I hold its head and beak and twist it hard with all my strength till I hear a snap and the bird stops struggling.


I’ll be staring down at the bird taking in the magnitude of what I’d just done, unable to believe what just happened. I get off the bird and come to the old lady for some explanations. But the lady just goes into another trance-like state, mumbling words I couldn’t understand. Then we hear an elephant’s trumpet, but it appears to be coming from above us. I look up to see the hot-air balloon floating over my building again, but this time suspending the elephant that I encountered at the gates. I could see the strange marking on its forehead again and the same wild rage in its eyes as the hot-air balloon descended slowly towards me. It got closer and closer and..........






I woke up.


It was a thrilling dream and I woke up with sweat covering my whole body and an excitement like none other.

Dream 1
I remember being in a pub with smoke from cigarettes, the pub also had a pool table where I saw two guys playing. I could also here the sound of the cue ball hitting the red balls.



As I sat at the bar my friend came in and told me someone wanted to fight me, this happened twice. The first time I went out I saw a guy wearing a pinkish-red raincoat. The second time I brought two of my friends "Come on, someone wants to fight me". Then we walked out past the pool table.

It was a nice place though but it was packed to the brim. I think I was a white guy.

Dream 2
I was standing outside a park when I noticed someone I haven't seen for a long time. We crossed the road as we talked and in my mind I had him down as a school dropout so his language acted accordingly "I had those things... coins... pounds". Yeah we talked about school as we walked down the street.

Dream 3
This dream was a bit of a continuation of the previous one.
I was wearing a dumb costume, it was like a red chicken rooster thing with blue ears. I was sitting at a table in the park with 2 other people one lady with brown hair and blue eyes she looked like she was in her late 30s to early 40s and that guy from before.

We talked about society and stuff the lady said things about her problems and so did the other guy. It felt like a drugs intervention but then we were attacked by some random guys, they grabbed the lady by the neck and flipped over the table. The other boy was angry and I think we fought them.

(Note: If you don't snowboard or ski, you may get confused with the wording)

I was snowboarding at Whiteface Mtn. (Which i had just been to over this weekend) And was riding through their park. I was just going around things, not hitting any jumps or rails, and just looked around at the people. I noticed someone standing right at the end of a box talking to what looked like a friend of his, completely oblivious to what was going on around them. Right as I was about to pass them I saw a skier hit the box. He rode through it and nearly hit the two people at the end. He must've ridden over one of their skis because the two people got very angry and stormed after him. They sped away faster than i was going and I didn't feel like following them.

I continued to ride through just avoiding most of the features when I noticed a ride on rainbow box connected to some sort of dragon box, all wavy and totalled to what looked like a good 40 feet. I stopped a few dozen feet above it and waited for the people before me to go before I went. Most just rode on and off, doing 50-50s and most slipped off to the side. The person before me to go, another boarder, did a (sorry for the "boardspeak")front board on to 5-0, back 5 off. I didn't know how to follow that up so I sat there waiting for something to pop into my head. I finally came up with something and dropped in.

I rode up towards the box on the left side and hopped up onto it doing a front board, just the person before me. But I continued through with it and did a 270 off. I rode down to the bottom like nothing happened, trying to be cool and what not, when I noticed something strange: I can't do any of that. I didn't really think much of it and got on the chairlift after waiting for only like 20 seconds. While on the lift the fact that i did that kept popping into my head. I finally figured, the heck with it, and did a quick nose-plug RC. I took off my gloves and pinched my nose. I tried to breath in and, for some reason, it didn't work. Just to be extra sure i checked my hands too. The left one was fine but the right one had an extra finger between my ring finger and pinky. I found this extremely strange and did another nose-pinch but questioned everything much more. This time, it worked! I could breath in through my nose, and there was an extra finger on my hand. This had to be a dream.

Not wanting to get too excited (like I did a few nights ago) I took a couple deep breaths and took in my surroundings. The sun was out and it felt warm on the back of my neck. The snow was melting a little bit and there was a stream running down the middle of the mountain. It seemed very loud and was quite vivid for a dream. I could also smell the wet grass beneath the snow as my dad made a face next to me since he doesn't like that smell. The dream seemed unusually vivid, as if it was waking life. Wanting to be completely sure, I asked my dad who was sitting next to me. I turned to him and said, "This is a dream, right?"

To which he replied, "Only if you want it to be." And I did want it to be. I hadn't had a long LD in a while and felt a bit overdue, so I wanted to be a little more cautious with this one. That idea didn't last long. One thing that I always wanted to do was feel immensly powerful through the use of telekenesis and force. So, i snapped my fingers and pictured a huge battlefield with thousands of enemies all coming at me. In a second, I was in a large open field with some tall grass, but there was nobody else, just me. I noticed I was still wearing alll my gear from boarding and was getting very hot.

I stripped down out of my layers to shorts and jeans. Not wanting to have my movement restricted, I took off my jeans to find some athletic shorts beneath. This seemed fitting since I did have gym in school today and nearly forgot my shorts . I stodd in the field for a minute waiting for something to happen. After about 15 seconds I noticed a large breeze coming through. All the grass waved in the wind and it was getting very ominous. Once the wind died down I swore i heard a sound of yelling off in the distance. I payed close attention and noticed that it was getting louder. Not only was there yelling, but there was also a low rumbling too, like a stampeded of elephants. I looked over the horizon only to see a massive sea of movement.

I got ready, and, wanting to fit the "badass" theme, just stood there as chill as I could. I waited some more and after a good minute the crowd was only about 100 yards away. They neared and I was getting mentally prepared, picturing large waves of "force" (i guess that would be the best way to describe it) that resembled a shockwave pushing everything back. Once they were all about 15 yards away, they just stopped, staring at me. I payed no attention to them, and looked down at my hands, focusing. I could tell a few of them were scratching their heads, confused at what I was doing.

After a short while i turned at one of them, and pushed my hand forward, imagining a wave of energy pulsing forward at one of them. It wasn't until now that I noticed they were in all black, thin suits similar to what a ninja would wear, but they didn't have any weapons. Once I pushed my hand forward, I saw a faint distortion in the air (like when the pavement is very hot and oyu can see the heat waves rising up). Through that distortion I saw the one I aimed at and those behind him fly backwards. All the rest of them stared at the hole in their circle they had formed around me, and some looked terrified, while others looked furious.

At this moment, my point of view went into 3rd person from a bird's eye type of view about 15 feet above me. I could see myself and I truly did look like a badass. At this moment, they all charged, but in just enough of a broken up maner that I could get a good flow going. Being only my second or third attempt at 1 vs. a lot, I just pictured what I thought could be a possible fight scenario. Still being in third person, I could still sense all of my senses, just my sight was a bit different. The first enemy that got to me i ducked under and sidestepped under his legs, flipping him into one behind me.

I continued to step sideways, spinning and kicking each who came after me. I had defeated not 10 of them when several dozen all jumped on me at once. I felt very squished beneath them all, and could feel them trying to punch/kick me. Not wanting to loose this easily, i crouched down and took a second to charge another energy wave. This time I forced upwards with all my strength causing a shockwave to radiate from me and blow those on top of me back several hundred feet. I also ended up a goodd 50 feet in the air. Those still on the ground beneath me looked up with a look of fear on their faces. I flipped upside down and dove into the ground head first. I kept my arms at my side and hit the ground with just my head at full force. It cause a decent sized crater (~30 feet in diameter) and blew back another hundred of them.

Unfortunately, there was still thousands of them. I decided that I might as well go all out since I likely won't be getting a chance like this any time soon. I once again jumped straight up into the air, only this time I had nobody on top of me, and I flew much higher. At about 200 feet i stopped and hovered for a second, and got into a crouching position again, much like before. This time, i took a few more seconds and really tightened up, figuring that this would give me a bigger boost in power. I could picture in my head an extremely large force racing away from me at the crowd of enemies.

Before I could even blink, I outstretched my arms and legs as quickly and strong as I could, imagining the wave I had just pictured. When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing left of the army that stood just a moment before. All I saw was the same field that I had been in for the majority of the dream. The crater I had made was still there, but none of the enemies were. I figured I must've gone full blown crazy and obliterated them all.

Not really thinking much of it, I started to think of what else I could do. A sex dream came into my mind, but I had been wanting to stop having those, since it was almost always the first thought that popped into my head during a LD. I continued to focus on something and eventually the TotY popped into my mind. However, I thought of last years tasks. I figured I would save Janet from the movie psycho. Not remembering that it was now 2012, I continued on with my dream, not thinking anyhing of it.

In order to get to the bathroom where the movie took place, I closed my eyes and said to myself, "When I open my eyes I will be in the same bathroom as Janet." When I opened my eyes, however, I found myself lying in my bed, awake. Damn, I had to go to school in less than an hour

I had a dream about Andromeda (the series) where Dylan had a mission to escort someone on a planet. Seamus Zelazny Harper and someone else (another unknown engineer) were facing a special threat meanwhile, someone who had a lot of different people in his matrix. Actually Harper nearly died some years ago in an accident but this dude probably killed him himself while Harper was resting, uploaded him into his matrix and replicated a Harper to infiltrate the crew. Harper however managed to understand the Situation at some point and programmed a virus inside of his mind, and uploaded that virus into the dude during that mission. Thus he was able to take him over and sort of get himself resurrected. On the same Planet there was a spot of space (distorted physical laws) where Beka was fighting some sort of huge technical Pyramid with the Maru. Harper used his new (pretty advanced) space-proof body to save Beka out of space after the Maru got destroyed in a fight during the same mission.

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27.12.2011

Intervention (WILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After meeting up with a close friend, we sneakily escape notice during an assault on a nearby high school, but instead of running I decide to take matters into my own hands, burst through the back doors, and show those thugs what happens when you disrupt my lucids; when all was said and done, we put their still-living heads in a large case for proper disposal at a later date.