Non-Lucid I haven't remembered any dreams for a while and I didn't have the time to post the two I remembered last weekend, so I'll post both of them today. The first one was pretty cool, even though it wasn't a lucid dream. When the dream began I was crawling through a ventilation shaft. After some crawling I found myself in a room with a staircase leading to an attic. There were five people in the room, busy cleaning up. I assumed they were janitors and I sneaked upstairs, trying to remain out of view. I failed miserably though, as one of them spotted me and went upstairs, following me. When he got upstairs he grabbed a broom that was standing against the nearest wall and thrust it at me. I dodged it, took a quick step towards him, grabbed his left arm and flung him around and let go, smashing him into a pile of cardboard boxes. He didn't appear out of the stack again but then the other four came upstairs. Because there were four of them against one of me in a cramped space like this, I was in the advantage. I kept throwing them in each other's path, hindering them alot but they kept on coming. Then they got out of the way and surrounded me in a square as large as possible, and the first janitor crawled out of the pile of now wrecked boxes again. He started fighting me again, the others doing nothing but keeping me from running away. He was much tougher than the last time when I easily threw him aside so when I first grabbed him and tried to toss him aside he almost threw me away instead. The fight lasted quite some time but neither of us was able to get the advantage over the other. At the end I got tired of fighting and broke through the protective circle, throwing two of the other janitors aside. I leapt into another ventilation shaft before they could chase me. After some more crawling through the ventilation shafts I woke up.
16.04.2011False Astral Projection (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was some kind of boxer and I had my right arm very injured. I needed major surgery will whole body anesthesia. I realized that my body was going to be shut down so it would be an excellent way to induce a WILD and Astral Project from there. I felt the anestysia hitting and closing my eyes. I started to focus on keeping my mind awake until I found myself right outside the OR. I realized I projected, but I did not feel like I did. I wanted to see my body. I saw the doctor who was going to operate me when suddenly, my body woke up and sat. A second later, I was back in my body, confused. The doctor induced anesthesia once more. I tried to WILD once more. Same thing happened. The doctor this time got mad and induced me a lot more anesthesia. I decided to not attempt to Astral Project but just to enjoy a lucid dream. I found myself in the middle of a parking lot and realized I was dreaming. I was fooled as I indeed though that I was at the hospital. I could see the hospital where I though I was so I wanted to see it from my dream body. I entered the hospital and forgot completely everything. I saw an elevator next to me, so I decided to enter it. I could see that my right arm had injuries, but I did not care. I knew my body was at the OR. The elevator brought me to some sort of Colosseum. I did not feel like fighting due my arm, but I wanted to fight at the same time. I saw a MMA fighter and a psychic in front of him. The psychic told him she could do some healing on him for $500,000 and then he could fight. He was pumped up and willing to pay. I wanted to offer him my healing abilities for a much reasonable price. Some more plot happened.
¡Single Sentence Sizzler!® 14.4.2011Anger Management (DILD) ★★★☆☆NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Originally Posted by Mzzkc Spinning, swiping, with ferocious animosity and honed skill, I cut down the fell beasts, these dark, grotesque hell-dogs, as they swarm violently around me, snapping their maws in an attempt to devour me, but I finish the lot of them off with a tremendous, black Getsuga, tinged with a red fury, absorbing their power into my own; as they disintegrated into nothingness, I thought, Time to abuse it. . .
Okay, I'm pretty new to this site, so I'm just gonna document some of the bits of dreams I can remember. I remember having one where I was a viking. I don't remember anything besides the badass action. I had another dream that was Legend of Zelda-esque, like a mashup of Majora's Mask and whatever else I concocted. I went around helping people in town, and I finally went to a dungeon to fight a boss. I walked through it pretty easily and at the end I found this sword that was nothing but a poorly wrapped handle and a beat up blade. When I grabbed it, it felt incredibly light, and then I went to fight the boss. He was this massive spiked roly-poly thing, and he started attacking me. When I first swung the sword at him, it turned into this amazing, shining blade with an incredibly elaborate hilt made of gold and set with all sorts of rubies and emeralds. After a few hits with the blade, he turned into some guy who was reminiscent of Ganondorf, but bigger. I killed him with the sword and promptly woke up. There's a dream I had when I was probably about four or five years old. It was short, and it was this wolf-man thing chasing me up a hill. There was a shed at the top, and I thought I would be safe in it, so I hid inside it. Then, when I turned around, he was right there behind me. I woke up shortly after. My favorite of these (and one that actually inspired a fantasy project) is one where I had these red tattoo things on my arms, and when I touched them, they allowed me to sprout wings so I could fly around. I don't remember much besides the actual flying, but it was incredible.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! Let's get to it. 23.30: Sleep 11.00: Fragments *I'm at my uncle's place. It's his birthday and I feel very lonely for some reason. I sit down in the bathroom and sulk. I spot a small plastic bag with a few white rocks in it. It looks like some decorative massage trash. I take out one of the stones and put it in my mouth. Mmm, mint. *I'm fishing with Monica. There's no activity at all for a long time. Suddenly I can see my bobber going away. I try to pull it up and there's a huge fish on the hook. It speeds off, snapping my fishing line. "Damn, that was huge!" I say and open my fishing bag. I've got some super strong line in there I intend to use. Some guy shows up as I'm putting the line in place. *I'm in school once again. My polish coworker Valdis is there with me. He looks a bit tense. I attend some class and we're at page 109. After class some guy is being a douche. I'm with two of my friends and Valdis and we confront him in a corner. Valdis attacks him and kicks his ass. I drag him away from there before he can do too much damage. Valdis puts up his hand and shows me his finger. "It's broken, see?" he tells me and wiggles it. It's bent upwards and blue. Each time he wiggles it, it makes a snapping sound. 11.00: Driving and tools My dad tells me over the phone that I have to clean up a truck. It belongs to a guy I used to work with, and he told my dad to clean it, and my dad told me. "Run it in the carwash, car cleaning" he tells me. I'm down at the local Statoil and enter the carwash. It's showered in water and apparently that's it. I head for the drive through and tell the girl in the cashier I want to pay. "That will be 499 kronor for the car wash" she tells me. Damn that's alot of money for a car wash. Wait a second... Didn't my dad say something else? Car wash... Oh well. I hand her the cash and check the side of the truck, it's already dirty. I run my finger over the dirt but nothing comes off. I get in, Monica's in the passenger seat and we take off. I'm in a hurry and have only time to put on my seatbelt over one arm. A roundabout comes up and I step on the brakes. The roads are covered in snow though, so we just slide. I can see a motorcycle coming from the left but I slide all the way out into the roundabout. I decide to speed up instead and take the first right. I put my hand up to the biker who had to slow down, and he puts his white gloved hand up. Oh shit, white gloves and white helmet, he's a cop! The police turns on the sirens and waves for me to follow him. Fuck! I stop behind him at the bus stop up ahead. I pull the handbrake but the truck still wants to slide backwards. I step on the brakes aswell and open my window. "Registration and driving license" he tells me. "I've only got my driving license, but this isn't my truck, it's a friend of my dad's" I know the story sounds like a big fat lie and I can feel I'm in trouble. The truck won't stop sliding though. "Let me park up ahead". The police accepts and we go to turn up ahead. I can't seem to get the damn truck to stop sliding, and I hear the police whining alot about it. Suddenly I'm standning nearby, without the truck. The dream must have skipped. Oh shit, I can't leave my truck like that, people will steal all the tools. I start running back and halfway there I spot a guy with a drilling tool in his hands. God damnit! Up ahead people are opening up the truck and one guy is on the phone. "Yeah, just get down here, it's free to just grab" I can hear him say. I try to kick him but he jumps away. "Okay, okay relax!" he tells me and hangs up the phone. "Everyone, this is my shit, get the fuck out of here!" I yell and try to kick people. Even though I land a few kicks, it's like I'm doing it in slow motion. One guy tries to calm me down by telling me I'm right, and that they made some mistakes. The dream skips. I haven't reached the truck yet. I run towards it and there's just a single guy looting it now. It's an old coworker of mine. Chrille. We argue for a very long time. I school him in right and wrong, why he reacts like he does and everything. Stubborn old man refuses to listen to reason. "You know why? Because if you did, you would have to admit that doing your way for your entire life has been wrong, by doing so, you've lived the "wrong way", making all those years useless" I whisper in his ear, screaming doesn't seem to do anything anymore. "I just need to do a job with the drill" he tells me. I look behind us, there's a hole in the ground. "How deep does it have to go?" I ask. "About one meter" he tells me. I agree to let him do the job and we enter a small door leading into the mountain next to us. Two people greet us in the cave and we get to work. We can't do much before we have to stop though. Apparently there are appartments above us and if we make too much noise, the owner will go crazy. As we're standing there, barely breathing, I hear footsteps. A woman appears and she starts yelling at us. We get out of the cave and head for the mini van's up ahead. One coworker, Christian, can't seeem to get his shirt on. We run away from him and jump into the already packed van. We slam the door in his face and head off. My sisters are in the car, along with my friend G who's driving and my brother and his girlfriend. My sister Malin is to my right and my brother's girlfriend on my left. I can't fit between them, and I struggle to squeeze down. G is driving like a madman. "Slow down for fucks sake!" I tell him. "I haven't even buckled up yet". It's still very slippery out and I can feel the car sliding. We ride for a few minutes before my brother's girlfriend starts talking. "We're not going home". G turns the car around and go the other way. I still can't slide down into my seat. "I don't feel so good" Malin tells me. I can tell she's about to puke. "Do it out the window!" I tell her. She starts gagging, a second later she's vomiting all over the side of the car. She keeps at it for atleast a minute, it's unbelieveable how much she can vomit. Some of it sprays in the faces of the people in the back, and I close the window a bit more. I hand her some paper. "Do you think it's illegal to throw it out just like that?" she asks me. I look behind us, several cars are there. "Yeah, just put it in the bag" I tell her and my other sister holds up a back. People stuff the bag full of paper they have hidden. I check the signs for directions. E2. "Where are we going?" I ask G. We've arrived in a tunnel and I don't recognise the signs. One road leads up, out of the tunnel and we get on it. "It's the new way" he tells me. "We will arrive at mount Everest" he tells me. I understand, mount Everest is the small hill in our home town. We're now driving on a road going on the same level as most roofs in Stockholm. I check around and the buildings looks incredible. I spot some very nice looking appartments with huge windows. I remember being in one of those recently. "That's where Birgitt lives" I say and point. 11.00: Wake up Amount of sleep: 11 hours Supplements: 200 ml applejuice That's it! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
I find him with some girl who looks like Rhianna, complete with bright red hair. She's crawling on top of him, licks his chest then goes in for the kiss, at first he responds, but then realizes I am watching and pulls back. I come out of the shadows and call the bitch out, telling her to come down (from the loft bed of some sort) and fight me. My man asks if I am seriously going to fight her and I tell him for sure I am, and that I will probably lose. I get ther first sucker punch in and she looks surprised. I land another hit and she's hurt. Seeing that she's losing, she calls in some burly looking men to help her. There is a Flash forward to me and her and her men at some sort of door. They are all squished up against eachother as if there is no space. I warn them to stay back or I will pull the fire alarm. They seem a bit freaked out by this, then they actually point out to me that I don't have my hand positioned correctly, and show me how to do it properly.
1.4.2011Ruined (Non-lucid) ★★★★★NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID With gusto, I sprint across the cool, black asphalt, brown sneakers propelling me forward with every pounding step. The horde looms in the distance, row upon row of agile, intelligent zombies. Knowingly, I dash forward, weaving through cars, crimson, white, and purple, cutting to the right with nothing but STAR, my trusty yellow Nitefinder, in hand. Nay, the zombies aren't on my tail; they're right in front of me. They mock me, as I slow down, off to their rightmost flank. What could I possibly do with such a small weapon, they wondered? Was I even worth the effort of a charge? Stopping, stepping back, I know they're right. Well, at least about the former. With a smile, I raise my arms, and lift a dart from the ground, twenty paces away. The zombies look in astonishment as the dart floats of its own accord, and their jaws drop when it fires through the air, nailing one unfortunate zed in the face. But still, they mock me. One dart won't be enough. Both arms, and countless darts, rise at my command. My eye lit with a fiendish glint, I can't help smirking at their shock. Even as they charge, I'm alight with joy, as my darts rain upon them, taking out their front line. But despite my barrage, many of them remain untouched, and now they're upon me, here to devour me. FWIP. A quick teleport puts me behind their ranks, where I continue to wreak havoc. Every time they get close enough to do something, I teleport away and attack from a different side. Eventually, it becomes too much for them. They quit, walk away, deband themselves. What have I done? Could it be I've singlehandedly ruined this Invitational. My perspective cuts away. . . ______________ A girl walks along the same black asphalt I had run upon earlier. As she goes, she breaks the rear windows of every car she can. Another girl, part of the same horde I had just forced into ruin, goes to stop her, asking her what's wrong. The first girl replies, “You know, when the game's on I can keep it under control; I can stay sane,” she rubs at her face, smearing the black ash covering her cheeks and forehead, “But now look what's happened. . .” The second girl, yelling, remanding, starts: “That doesn't mean you—” but she's cut off as a knife pierces her pink skin-tight shirt and enters her gut. With a thump, she's lying on the ground, as the ash faced girl smirks and walks away. . . ______________ What have I created? Years have passed since that fateful day, but the terror, the crazed female killer, remains at large. As her creator, I'm tasked with her extermination. ______________ We meet on a field of dead grass, my sword drawn, a machete with a complex, elegant, two-handed, design, her knives at the ready. In a flash of steel, we clash, crossing blades, determined to end the life of the other. But alas. The dreams fades.
I don't remember a lot because I rushed out of bed without writing it down first. It started on a Ship We arrived at the dock on a wooden ship (like the recent Narnia movie's ship). I remember it was me, another guy about my age and King Edmund who got off the ship. We walked across the dock and everyone was dressed like world war II era (also the setting of the movie). So we walked around the dock to a tree on the shore that was between buildings. The tree was in the ally between two buildings and had a door hinge on it. King Edmund said that this was the way we needed to go to get to Narnia. We opened the tree and a cavern with torches around it was inside. The cavern was about the size of a normal sized garage. We walked in and heard a deep growl noise. Me and Edmund drew our swords and the other guy hesitated and drew his with a worried look on his face (he said he knows nothing about Narnia and had never been to there before). We walked slowly through the small cavern and then a giant troll came out and swung his mace at us. He had spiked armor and a spiked helmet but his arms and legs were exposed. We all scrambled and fought. My sword had a small handle and was near useless, every time I hit the troll I almost lost my grip on the sword. I looked for anything to fight with and found a pile of swords most of them looked like toy swords. The troll went for the others and this gave me time to get a better weapon. The first one I picked up was the biggest one with a dragon scale design and a dragon head on the hilt. It was perfect and light but when I felt it, it was dull (every sword in my dream was dull). I fought with it anyway and battered him with it but never could cut him. After many minutes of fighting, Edmund jumped and stabbed the troll through his armor into his heart. The cavern shook when it hit the ground. We all were out of breath. Edmund said we had done our job. I could see that the cavern went on but no torches were up anywhere else in the cavern. We were leaving and I was happy for my new sword but then as we walked out of the cavern, I knew it would not come with me from Narnia because you can't bring anything with you from Narnia. As we went through the door my sword turned into a gold mist and vanished. After we closed the door the other guy wanted to know if he would ever go back in their again and Edmund said he will eventually but not for a while. We walked back to the dock where our ship was and now my cousin Jacob was with us. We didn't have phones and Jacob let us use his and we called the ship and they said it would be a little bit but they were on there way. We all waited and the direction the ship was coming from was thunderstorming and pouring rain with high waves. We were a little worried. All of these refugees were on the dock with us who were mostly women and children who looked like they had lost everything. We all waited for the ship and when the ship got back it looked more futuristic and not as long but taller. As we got on Edmund gave me a model of the ship that was about a foot long and was telling me it was the same ship but had changed and showed me more on the model about the new additions and then I woke up.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! My one month of no supplements is soon over. I have actually had more dreams and more lucids this month, which is kinda cool. 23.00: Sleep 05.10: Fight I enter a room which is my taekwondo club's dojo. I greet all the people there and ask what's up. "We're going to watch your old fight" one of them tells me. Ah shit. I remember being knocked out in that one. I start watching and it's not the fight I thought it was. I'm up against an old gaming buddy, Sammy. My body is totally ripped! We're both soaked in sweat and must have been at it for quite a while. Suddenly I land a big punch right in the gut. Sammy goes down and the referee starts counting. He gets up and we shake hands, the gong sounds and we take a break. During the break of the video I decide to do some kicks on a sandbag. I'm super fast still, even though it has been a whole year since my last training. One guy walks up to me and gets annoyed that I'm still that good. It's about time for the second round to start, so I head off towards the showers. Apparently we're about to fight for real the next round. I meet Sammy in the stairs and he laughs at me and slaps me on the back. "I'll get you!" he tells me laughing. I head down the stairs and into the shower. My sister Malin who was supposed to keep a track of my change and towels appears. The match is about to begin in a minute. "Where the hell are they?!" I ask. She has no clue. I grab my used underwear and put them on and rush out of the shower. I enter the arena room and suddenly I can hear an alarm counting down every second. Uh oh, time's running up. "You had fifteen minutes, when they run out you will forfeit the match" a guy tells me in a speaker. I desperately try to find the booth I have to report to. The alarm clock starts beeping a few times a second as I spot the booth. I run up to it and breathe out, for a second. Apparently you have to right click with your mouse (somehow I'm playing a game right now) and I try to, but in vain. "Eric wins the game by forfeit" the referee tells me. My friend Eric seems relieved somehow. "I'm gonna start playing Counter Strike again" he tells me happily. 05.10: Wake up Amount of sleep: 6 hours Supplements: None That's it! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
DJ Log: March 26, 2011 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern) Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID · I am walking into a large hotel building that has a huge stadium attached to the side of it. There are several security guards standing at the counter and throughout the building. As I walk toward the counter, one of the security guys decides he doesn't like me for some reason. He pulls out his baton while giving me a couple of hard looks, then starts walking toward me, twirling his baton. I decide that I do not want to find out what his problem is, so I jump into the air and start flying. I fly up over the entry area and into a large open hallway that goes all the way to the top floor. I turn around to see that the security guy is flying after me. I look forward again to see that I'm about to crash into a window. Instead of hitting the glass, I pass right through without any effort and stop outside the building while hovering in the air. Realizing that I just flew through a window without breaking it and am now hovering in the air, I become lucid and continue my flight. I fly up the side of the building and land on a steep part of the roof. The security guy lands near me and starts running toward me. I do a nose pinch as a quick safety check, then run and jump off the edge of the roof. I nose dive toward the ground, then catch flight and fly through the front of the building into the stadium area. The security guy crashes into the ground, then gets up and walks in the door. At this time, I decide to face him and find out what his issue is. He walks up to me and says nothing, then starts punching and kicking at me. Thinking that this is a boring place for a fight, I fly up into the upper area of the stadium and land on one of the I-beams on a roof truss. I look back and see the guy climbing up the beam toward me. It appears that he has lost his flying ability, or just doesn't want to try and fly again. As he approaches, I jump off the beam and fly through the wall and straight up into the sky. Once I gain some altitude, I stop and look down at the building. The security guy is standing on the roof, staring up at me. I decide to take him out so I can enjoy the rest of the dream, so I summon a large sword and a shield. I dive straight toward him with the sword pointed at him. When I reach him, I pass through him then crash into the building. I tumble off the roof and fall to the ground, unable to attain flight. When I stand up, everything quickly fades before I have a moment to stabilize.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! I know I had a short lucid this morning, I told myself to remember it but I never wrote it down. Ofcourse that made me forget it all. Oh well, I still had a few interesting dreams. 01.00: Sleep 8.30: Work I'm standing by the water at work. It's still covered in ice and I can see an icebreaker go around at high speed, breaking the ice. My phone starts ringing and I pick up. It's the doctor, and he's wondering if my wrists are fine. I get anxious, if I answer incorretly he might tell my boss, who will fire me! I try to tell him they're better than last week, but I tell him they're the same. I can't lie for shit. The icebreaker shows up and slams into the dock on it's side. It continues down the dock and ice flies in all directions. I find a bottle with some murky water in it. I tell my coworkers I can't drink it. 8.30: Going to jail for a little bit of weed I'm at my friend G's house and it's night. Everyone's asleep except me. I need something to make me relax and I decide to smoke some weed. My friend Eric and G is sleeping in separate beds in one room, I know Eric's got some in his bed. I find a small plastic bag at the end of the bed and try to take out a small amount. I can hear my dad outside and I have to hurry up. I spill some weed in the bed and can't seem to close the bag. I quickly pull the blanket over myself and lie completely still. I get caught and I'm going to trial. There are three bags left and I get out of the house to get rid of them. I throw them away and head back. Monica's there and she's apparently going to jail aswell. I remember my stash of dreaming supplements. God damnit they're gonna find the calea (which looks a bit like weed) and think I'm an addict! My uncle shows up and starts telling me how they've biopsied one of my lymph nodes and that they've found traces of THC in there, so I'm screwed. Monica's pee contained THC aswell. I'm devastated. "My life is over! I won't be able to get a good job ever" I tell him. "Well, the highly educated jobs no, but you won't need english in those" he tells me. I realise something. "If I ask you a serious question. Would you answer me seriously then?" I ask him. "Ofcourse I will" he tells me. "Don't I need to consent before you guys start operating on me? I haven't done such a thing". He doesn't know how to reply it seems, and even though he promised he would answer it seriously, he makes funny faces. "Don't I need to consent bla bla bla" he mimicks me in a retarded voice. 08.30: Fragment *I'm standing on a dusty pathway. Monica's sitting in the grass next to it. I start peeing and try to keep track of all the fire ants below. They bite my feet and it stings. 09.30: Medieval battle I'm behind a small house with a group of men. Everyone's got chainmail and either swords or spears. I have a large shield and a sword. Behind the house is a steep hill and up on the hill the enemy's waiting for us. I take a quick look around the corner and an archer fires an arrow my way. I pull my head back and let out a "Phew". Apparently to win this we have to walk out there and show no fear. Our captain starts walking and I run up to him. I know an arrow will hit me in the side any second and I tense up. People around me starts dying but nothing hits me. Soon I've walked away from their line of sight and I just watch as they're trying to hit us with more arrows. Suddenly the arrows stop. They start charging downhill and I jump to the side to not get run over by a horse. The rider cuts my leg and I realise I had forgotten my shield by the house. Another horse comes down the hill and I throw a small dagger in his face, killing him. I try to run to the house, but a small man shows up, wearing two axes. 09.30: Four on one I'm in a small living room with an old lady, an old man, a man my age and some kind of blood champion of sorts. I have no idea why, but we have to battle. The man my age is the first one to come at me. I jump away from his shortsword and lunge out with my axe. I hit him square in the face and the axe goes in deep. I kick him away and he falls to the ground. I hack away for a few seconds until he's not moving anymore. That was easy. The elderly couple attacks me from two sides at once. I block one blow and duck from the other. I drive my axe into the old lady and then into the old man. I alternate as fast as I can and they're stunned by my speed. They fall back and I legsweep the old man who falls to the ground with a crash. A firm blow to his body makes sure he stays down. The old lady falls into a glass cabinet without breaking anything. I smack her with the upper side of the axe right in the head, which crashes into the cabinet. Three down, one to go. I face the blood lord, Caine. He's got a very long sword with runes on it. I try to cut him by dodging his sword and lunging out. But his sword is too long. I realise he can just thrust and I would be dead. As if by command, he thrusts his sword at my stomach. I jump away and grab the sword with my hand. I refuse to let go and I can feel it cut into my flesh, but now's my chance. I chop away and don't stop until he's on his knees. I'm victorious! The man gets up, all his wounds healed, and gives me a kiss on the cheek and hugs me like a brother. All is forgiven. 09.30: Wake up Amount of sleep: 9 hours Supplements: None That's it! Kinda cool dreams. The last one had the feel of a game to it. I knew it was alright to cut down those poor people, cuz they wouldn't really die. So don't worry people! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
¡Single Sentence Sizzler!® 15.1.20113 Lucids 1 Sentence (DILD) ★★★☆☆NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Originally Posted by Mzzkc Plagued by a shadowy dog, black as the deepest night, yellow eyes alight with a fiendish glow, I worked to release the many seals (set upon me to reduce my powers to a mere glimmer of what I possess) in order to fight back and reclaim my territory, my soul, myself.
I am in a place I don't recognize, but somehow it doesn't seem strange that I'm there. I am sitting at a bar and drinking a beer. This is odd since I don't even like the taste of beer, but again, this strangeness doesn't seem out of place to me at the time. The bartender comes over and starts hitting on me, and I am able to milk his interest enough to get a free beer out of it. A little flattery, a bit of flirting... I am drinking this second beer when I do something else I never do in my waking life. I bum a cigarette off of a guy sitting near me at the bar and then I bum a light off of him as well and I start smoking. I have never smoked in my life! So there I am at a bar I don't recognize drinking beer which I don't like and smoking a cigarette when I never smoke, and it doesn't occur to me to do a reality check. As I am sitting there, I hear a bit of an argument going on. I am unable to hear exactly what is being said, but when I look over I see a couple of women getting into it with each other. It quickly escalates with one of them throwing something at the other, and the other breaks out with some karate moves. One man looks like he's going to go over and interfere, but a second man blocks his path but physically and with a plaintive whining argument, "But it's a girl fight! You never break up a girl fight!"
Fragment I was lying down and there were two monitor lizards or young Komodo Dragons--one at my ankle and one at my foot. I didn't see the DC, but someone asked, "But what if one of them bites you?" I was terrified. I didn't move hoping they wouldn't get excited and therefore bite me. I waited and decided I better pull my leg back. I got away, but it started to try to bite as I pulled away. A-a-a-a! -- I was looking for a bathroom in my dream. I had to go in waking life. I ended up finding a bathroom and for some reason deciding I should take a shower. I started two and was grossed out by two pair of underwear on either side of the bathroom floor. I was about to get undressed to shower when some kid comes in. He saw I was going to take a shower, so he leaves and starts telling everyone as though I'm doing something wrong. I didn't attack him, nor he me, but we were all of a sudden fighting about it. He was pinching me. It didn't hurt that bad, so I didn't flinch. My face did not show any pain. I picked him up and started pounding his head into a dresser. The End
31.05.2005The Dream of the Goblet of Fire (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There's a long railway along the park of Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione and Harry are hanging out there and think that the tunnels for pedestrians dug under the railway are "lame" because it disrupts nature. (right, because a railway doesn't). In truth, they're really annoyed because the tunnels are an idea of Snape's. Harry and Ron, being the smart boys they are, decide to blow up the tunnels, with explosives. They put some under a tunnel, which collapses, and then under another one. Hermione isn't there any more, of course, or she'd have called a Prefect already. The 2nd tunnel gives them trouble, as the ground starts to give way under them and they can't get away as the walls of Hogwarts are holding them in. Ron is about to be swallowed and McGonagall, who happens to be looking out of a window, pulls him to safety. Harry gets out on his own. They expect to be seriously sermonned, but McGonagall blames Snape. Harry and Ron go back to the tower. Time Lapse. In the Entrance Hall, Ron, Harry and Hermione are about to go to Gryffindor's common room, but Harry gets away though a spiral staircase hidden in the wall behind a light-coloured curtain. These stairs lead to a large room which isn't in the films nor in the books. Its ceiling is very high and it's very airy and light, there are big desks at which a few students are working, and sorts of glass cases with prizes won by students and other Hogwarts distinctions. Harry finds among others his father's Quidditch champion. Harry has only come to see the plaques again, but he also finds a very beautiful, ancient-looking book, with golden letters and metal bits. Something along the lines of "For Harry Papa" is written on it in gold leaf. In that world, every one knows that Potter means Father (Star Wars influence) so Harry thinks that the book is meant for him, but he hasn't got the time to open it since Hermione comes in through the other entrance, opposite the spiral staircase: large straight stone stairs leading to a double door. He goes with her, and as they walk though the doors chatting, a gust of wind lifts a curtain, just before the straight staircase, revealing a very dark, wooden spiral staircase. They slip behind the curtain: there hardly any light, and it illuminates a few dust specks in the air. The stairs go down to their right. In it they see a strange creature sweeping (not a house elf) which doesn't see them. They decide to go up, on their left. After two flights of steps, they reach a long dormitory where similar creatures are making the beds. The creatures apologize, saying they didn't think they would arrive so soon, they tell them to make themselves at home and leave. The dormitory has beds alongside the walls with green sheets. At the end, there's a window through which you can see the park. Harry and Hermione understand that the dormitory is where the candidates to the Goblet of Fire will sleep. This room especially is for the French, whose champion is... Cedric Diggory. Hermione wants to see the girls' room, and crosses to the other side, through the boys' bathroom. In it, she's horrified to find some more of those half-formed, half-naked creatures sitting on the sinks and the tubs. She then walks into the girls' bathroom, just as filled with creatures. When she goes back to Harry in the boys' dormitory, the Beauxbatons guests arrive (just the boys) and they start a waterfight. Harry and Hermione lose and have to flee, drenched. Later, Hermione goes back there with a water bottle, intent on seeking revenge, but the only boy she finds there didn't take part in the fight and in is fact charming. Disappointing, she meets with Harry on a terrace. She's so hot that she pours the water on herself to get cooler.
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