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12/10/2011
Dream One
"Bouncer Housed"

I feel that I can only remember a small portion of this dream. There were many occasions where I kept trying to find lucidity, but I would only get to the point of figuring that 'something was strange.' Finally, I was able to levitate some objects (though I can't remember what they were), and convinced myself that I was dreaming. I'd been driving around, at one point, and remember phasing through the roof of a moving car. Most of this was lost in memory, though.

What I remember the most, is one moment when I was apparently in some type of nightclub. I had gotten into an altercation with a bouncer, and we were squaring off against each other. The thing about this bouncer, though, is that he was practically a giant. He stood no less than 9ft tall, and was easily tipping over 500lbs - not your everyday 'tough guy.' I was already lucid at this time, though, and I was just talking all kinds of shit to this guy. I don't remember exactly what I was saying, but I was pretty much just warning the guy not to press his luck, because this was my dream, and it could easily destroy him, if I wanted to. For a few moments, he stood his ground, but after a while, he seemed to just think I was out of my mind for fucking with someone as large as he was. After a short while of barking back and forth at each other, the bouncer finally said something along the lines of: "Dude, you're fucking crazy..." turned around and walked away. It was an obvious gesture of pity, because he figured that he would pummel me into the ground, if he'd allowed himself to lose control. I knew otherwise.

When I looked back at my friends, everyone was staring me in complete awe. They told me that they'd never seen me take on such a challenge, head-on. It was actually kind of shocking. The awkwardness of it felt so real that I began to lose lucidity. I started questioning whether or not this was a dream, and became somewhat startled at the idea that I might have just told that enormous bouncer off, the way I did. (The fact that he was probably 9 ft tall stuck with me as 'something that was strange', but it was no longer something that registered enough to keep my lucidity.)


Dream Fragment Two
All I really remember is something about my dad sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor.


Dream Three
"Gush Hour"

I was on a boat, and there was some kind of battle going on.

I'd been with T, and his Jeep (which apparently had the ability to float in water) was bobbing along behind the stationary vessel - our getaway vehicle. During a scramble, I had safely bailed out of the boat, and crawled back into the floating Jeep. Once inside, I stared anxiously through the windshield, waiting for Todd to emerge so we could get the hell out of there. Instead, there was a large disruption (which might have been an explosion, but I really don't know), and the Jeep was suddenly rocked by a large wave. Not being strapped in, I found myself being tossed around, inside the vehicle, while water poured in from all sides, through the open windows. The Jeep was swept back onto land, though the wave itself never really seemed to end. It was just a continuous surge of water, which pushed the Jeep through the city streets, blanketing the coast and quickly rolling its way into Central Florida. Before I knew it, I was being pushed down State Road 436, which is nearly 50 miles from any coastline, and dead in the center of town.

Inside the Jeep, I was practically drowning. The tidal wave kept the vehicle flipping and rolling through the streets, still dumping water in through the windows, and completely overwhelming me. It was almost completely filled, at this point, and I knew I couldn't take anymore. Somehow, I knew that my family was at a nearby store, and the flood would be pushing me past it, soon. As a last ditch effort - coming up along this familiar intersection - I threw myself at the door and burst out of the Jeep. The water level was just around 3 feet deep now, but it was still pushing the Jeep along the roadway, as if the Jeep was completely weightless in the current. When I spilled out of the doorway, I rolled helplessly on the concrete for a few feet, and lurched to a stop with both hands on the curb, choking and coughing up the water that I'd carried with me, all the way from the Eastern coast.

In a matter of seconds, my mom and a few other family members were at my side, tending to me as I continued to gasp for air. It took me a moment to even acknowledge that they were there, but, in a fit of perfect comedic timing - and between labored breaths - I looked up at my mom and said "...You know it's flooding up there?" and I pointed down the street, from where the ocean had just spit me out into the streets. Everybody laughed.

Scattered dream...maybe I was waking up and that's why I can't piece everything together....anyways.

Come at me BRO

I'm watching someone fight, some random cat...and I don't jump in because I don't know who the heck they are. One guy wins, and he's mad at me...apparently he's J's brother. J magically shows up, and starts punching me. He yell's something about not helping out. I told him what the deal is...and it's me vs. them two for a while. Fight of my life type shit...since he's waaaaaay stronger than me IRL. I was just trying to defend myself for the most part. D shows up...and we square off. D talks them out of it for a second. Then asks me to drop his kids off....then I'm like...hold up, isn't that just running? I might as well finish taking this ass whooping now than leave.

Can I stop dreaming about this?

There's this guy preaching about something at my house....he walks inside. My pops arrives and tells him to get out...I was really surprised because he was mad. The guy leaves...and then J's kids come over to eat. I think I serve them hotdogs, and one of them just pours a pile of salt over the hotdog and doesn't eat it. I obviously got mad and yelled at her...telling her that she needs to eat her food, or not ask for so much. I felt bad after words and told her I loved her.

Something else about walking through a field....but I turned around because I had a feeling I was going to see snakes everywhere.

I'm in a crowded room, and we're watching these highlights of the NBA Playoffs. Specifically when Jordan was playing against Alonzo Mourning's and Charles Barkley's (my two favorite players) teams that they were on. Something else came up about genealogy...and I had to remind two people they were related. We kept watching it and sat down, and there was cheerleader sitting in my lap. I had one hand on her thigh, and on on her back. I could tell she was cold and what not, but I tried to pay attention to the game. I moved my arm around her, my hand off of her thigh because I noticed my hand was pretty high up there. She leaned forward so my arm wouldn't be touching her at all. Then she said something like don't try anymore of that stuff. Which was kinda weird...cause I thought I was the one moving away....hell whatever.

There's a guy sitting in front of us with a clean cut afro who she's practically sitting next to now because of the leanage. He asks her "so who you wit". Or something cheesy like that...she says no one. And I told the guy "I'm still Mr. Solo...she's just a friend or whatever". I was a little upset at how sneaky the guy tried to be...but at the same time I was just like "fuck it".

This is a lot to remember, so it will be fuzzy.

The dream was similar to Groundhog Day, where I kept dying and restarting. Somehow, a bear was in my neighborhood, and it didn't like me. The first few times I just called animal control, who would take it away while it stared me down.

For some reason, they didn't come, and when I stepped outside, I was attacked by a large black bear. The bear was in full "I am going to kill you and use your corpse to entertain my cubs" mode. I run inside, and the god damn bear punches through the fucking door. My wife runs in with a shotgun. I wait until he breaks open the second, stronger door and aim. The bear grabs the shotgun and starts attacking it. Somehow, it goes off, shooting her, who is relatively fine with this but leaves me to fend off the raging bear. I fall to the ground in this exchange, and then, I feel the barrel on my shoulder. I hear a boom and what feels like a jagged rock jammed into my body. Whoever said you won't experience pain in dreams is a liar.

The dream restarts. I should note here that every restart has only me remembering these previous encounters. I call animal control the second I restart. While waiting for animal control, I see people playing with the fucking bear, who is my nemesis at this point. Then, I see some guy who does street break dancing walking to the side of my house, where I am standing by the window. Confused, I wait, and then, I see he is leading a pack of kids with the god damn bear. The bear is docile and fun until he sees me, at which point he goes into a rage and kills most people in the group to get to me.

I am running now, expecting an angry bear neck bite. I run into a museum or something. I see a large ledge that is opposite the museum entrance while the bear is chasing me. Carefully, I get down without hurting myself, but the god damn bear flings itself over.

With the bear frozen in mid-air, a video clip plays, like from Rocky Horror Picture Show, explaining how falls impact different things. Basically, the bear should be dead. It didn't believe that, and I flee trying to get out of the museum so the police or something can kill it.

In my escape, I wind up at a party in the museum because the building is massive. A guy who looked like Dave Foley gets a note that says "bear in bank." He immediately disperses the party. Panic in the museum erupts as the bear charges out of an area close to us with a body in its mouth at me.

There is a melee between the bear and I, so I can say, dreamwise, I wrestled a bear once, and I know I am about to die. I get an advantage, and like Simba fighting Scar, I flip him off the ledge from before, which is close to us. He stands up, completely on his hind legs, and just stares at me, with broken bones protruding from his skin.

I run, open a door, and I am on a field trip to Disney with my friends and family to a secret Disney science museum. The museum is pretty cool with moving side walks and screens explaining exhibit. If you face the screen, it will be the only sound you hear. There is a booth to get trophies if you saw X things. It's pretty interactive.

I rush through it because I am extremely paranoid, knowing the god damn bear lurking. The dream ends with my wife telling me next is the zoo with this really sad story about a bear who was attacked by some guy. I turn around and ask "Was it a black bear?" as my alarm clock (Machine Head's Locust) blares.

Also, my other alarm tone is Rick Ross' Hustlin', and I have 7 alarms that alternate between the two songs. So, sometimes I'd have that song leaking into the dream.

I'm in a war...reminds me of world war one. I don't know exactly how many people are with me, but I'm working in tandem with one other guy. I'm a decoy of sorts. As I peg off people out in the open, he waits around a corner. If any of my shots miss, then I run back and he takes them out.

This works pretty good for the duration of the dream, until this huge guy comes around the corner. He's muscular, about 8 feet tall and he's wearing a camouflage tank top. He doesn't carry any weapons, and nothing's having any effect on him. This guy is like a slow moving brick wall, and after putting my entire clip in him, he's still coming at me. I duck around the corner, in hopes that my battle buddy would finish the job. He got off a few rounds before the guy grabbed his face and smashed him in the wall.

Dang, I think he knocked a couple of bricks loose with that attack. I don't see the rest of my squad, and something tells me running will only delay the inevitable. I grabbed my rifle by the barrel, and swung at him. He didn't even flinch when it cracked against his skull. The butt shattered into splinters, and I kept swinging the remainder of my weapon. He wasn't trying anything offensively...he was just standing there taking it. I hit him in the head once and heard something crack. I immediately followed that up with another. The cracking noise continued and made sounds as if I were breaking dishes. The scene started changing right before my eyes...slowly back and forth from war scene to my kitchen. In the kitchen scene I could see my cabinets and it looked like I was swinging at them.

Finally everything solidified and I was in the kitchen. Broken dishes everywhere....was I hallucinating? Sleepwalking? I checked my pockets, they had macaroni in the fifth pocket. I was wondering what the hell was I up to. And then I woke up for real.

Nothing particularly worth remembering last night, so we'll delve into "classics" again. In case somebody's confused, I do have a dream journal where I obviously write every dream down, in finnish - I just translate only interesting/lengthy entries into this one.

Dark Future
Date: January 28th, 2009
Lucid: No

This started with a fragment of me fondling some girl's breast, thus the header. The girl just laughed at me for being so gentle. I guess girls like it rough. Soon enough the whole dream transformed something completely different and one of the most memorable non-lucids I've ever had.

I found myself in some kind of electronic control system for laser turrets. My brother was in the cockpit of the next turret and in the sky enemy fighters flew all around. I've written that it was the final battle between good and evil, so perhaps that's how I felt about it at the time.

I managed to recall the controls of the turret quite accurately. Two joysticks moved the turret around, though I don't know why they needed to have two of them, one would suffice you'd think. Moving and firing was easy, but the problem for me was aiming - there was no way for me to actually see into the sky while I was in the cockpit. In the end I just decided to pull the triggers and keep the laser firing blindly into the sky. At least there's a distant chance of hitting something.

That wasn't a good idea though. I guess the turret's mechanics couldn't take such continuous firing, as the it jammed, or something like that. It ceased to fire. I pressed all the buttons, but nothing worked. It was time to bail out of there as I had no means of defending myself.

Outside the situation wasn't much better, as there were dangerous human-destroying robots looming all around. I just knew that, I don't remember actually seeing one immediately after leaving my turret. I was still wandering the streets and I thought to myself, that even if I hide into a basement of some building, the robots must have some kind of life-tracking device and they'd inevitably find me. I felt like I was already dead. Despair filled me.

I didn't see these terminators around, though. Somehow I still felt threatened. I soon saw and old, abandoned warehouse. A classic place to hide. I didn't hesitate when I walked in there. Maybe I should have, because there was some addict/drunk - a guy who seemed dangerous anyway. He wasn't angry though, but since I was in this threatened headspace already, I was suspicious of him.

We began talking about something. I don't remember what it was about. All the sudden I grabbed the guy's arm and tried to twist it. First one way, then I switched to the other. It didn't work. The guy just got upset and shot himself with some syringe. Then he attacked me. The details of the fight are out of my recall, but I did manage to knock him out - perhaps even kill him. Makes me kind of seem like a villain as I was the one who attacked first, but still, he did seem dangerous. Better to strike first then.

I wasn't out of the trouble yet, though. While fighting I had seen another addict in the next room, but he was apparently so high or something, that he completely ignored us. I was leaving the place when three other addicts came in from the same door I had come in. Well, now I was in trouble. They saw the body of their buddy behind me and they weren't happy.

The addicts surrounded me. I was scared to death by this point - remember I had no idea that this was a dream. It felt very real to me. I was only thinking that I had to survive somehow. I was thinking about performing some kind of wall-jump to go around them, but I guess I was a little bit desperate. This time they were the ones to attack first. One of them threw a punch at me. I managed to partially block him, so that my face only received a touch. Still I let out a loud "Oof" sound as the fist hit me.

The same guy seemed to stop and think for a moment. Then he threw another punch. This time it got nowhere near to me. Yet again I let out the "Oof" sound, even it didn't hit me at all. All the addicts started to laugh at me. I still felt very threatened and rightly so. I guess the laughing distracted them enough and I took the chance; I ran out between two of them.

While I was running I already knew I had survived, unless they have guns or something. I was, and still am in at least a solid shape. I can outrun some addicts any day.

The outside of the warehouse was similar to what it was when I went in. I've described it as being similar to the opposing side of counter-terrorist's starting point in the map cs_compound in Counter-Strike: Source, without the containers. Wow, that was a terrible sentence. Anyway, let's move on. I was going around the warehouse clockwise, but I again ran into trouble - two addicts coming right at me! I supposed they were all buddies of each other. I turned back to round the house counter-clockwise. The addict still at the door of the warehouse behind me shouted to them: "Throw a bottle at him!"

The other of the two guys that just came at me turned around and started going around the warehouse clockwise, apparently trying to meet me at the other side and surround me again. When I emerged from the other side of the house, I continued straight after the wall ended. The guy coming from the other side appeared a little behind me. He threw a bottle at me. It was a small bottle of 7up, you know, plastic bottle. Seriously? I doubt plastic bottle would have caused much damage to me. There was even some liquid in it still, so I even considered picking it up so that I'd have something to drink. I decided against it in the end.

"Hahaha, you didn't hit me", I mocked him while I continued to run away. I shouted some other insults as well to him, but I don't remember those anymore.

So I got away. While I was easing my step, I was visioning myself returning there to revenge. Someday... Apparently I thought myself as some kind of action hero.

I ran into the "City". Now City was an interesting place. Only the Chosen People were let in there, and I wasn't one of them. So as I approached the place, the special forces started firing me. Gee, I'm really not having good luck. From danger to danger. From addicts throwing plastic bottles at me to special forces firing with guns at me. Some "getting away".

Somehow I survived being fired at. All of these Chosen People of the future dressed exactly alike. They had long black leather-coats, sunglasses and they all were bald. The coats were open and the clothing beneath it was dark as well. So it was hard for me to mix into them. I wonder how the hell I didn't get found and shot.

I figured that if I just shaved my head (I have long hair) and dressed alike, I could fool them. That was my long-term plan.

I don't remember why - or how - but I went to some hospital. There some professor started telling me all kinds of things. I guess he was the exposure needed at this point so that I'd know how this world works. The professor told me about "The Perfect Race of Humans", that they had created. Apparently the Chosen People. On the monitor there was 3d-model of the head of these humans of the future. They had long skulls and small noses. Big forehead. Those were the details I noticed particularly.

For some reason I started to think about what would be the perfect amount of humans from which the current (as in future as the dream was set there) segment of the humanity had descended on. For some arbitrary reason I figured 10 000 would be good amount. Then I proceeded to think that that's why the killer robots were probably around. They were used to get rid of rest of the humanity, so that the Chosen People would be all there is eventually.

That's pretty grim vision of future, but at least I survived. It was nightmarish dream, but at the same time it still was totally awesome. One of the best I've had ever.

It ended in a false awakening where I was in my room, but after that that part is boring. So let's end it here.

In betwix the start of this dream and the last one, I got some offer to kill nightmares, or demons in lucids. I didn't get much details, and I'm not even sure if I said I would agree to it...maybe I did. I don't even remember who offered me the job. All I knew was it was wbtb time.

The void fades, and I'm in my room, but I'm not sure if the dream has started, or I'm just having super vivid HH. Either way, I get my usual falling through the bed sensation, but visually, it's off the charts. The ceiling gets farther away, it's as if the entire house is getting bigger, or I'm getting smaller. Along my decent, my bed passes through a flock of bats. And finally it stops. At it's peak, the room had to be about 80 feet tall.


The room is about normal size now, but everything around me looks almost black and white. All the items in my room are old and dusted, and it looks like no one has been here for ages. I head out, and I'm in a totally unfamiliar hallway. I travel down it a ways, and see this open room. I call out asking if anyone was there, and these two women, that almost blended in perfectly with the background start moving and talking. One of them greets me, and asks me who I was looking for. I told her my objective, and she said that there was nothing to kill there at all, and everything was peaceful. I got a little confused and told her my orders were to get lucid and they'd be in the first place I'd lock for....and stopped mid sentence.

This woman, who was covered from head to toe in grey and white paint, double checked and asked me if I was sure what I needed to do. I said yes and she stepped back, and the other woman got beside her, and I knew it was going to be go time. They both ran at me, and I was punching and kicking, but it had no effect, when finally the first lady got up close and started chocking me with one hand. (She was going for this move several times during the fight but I was keeping her at bay.) Anyways, she says something to me about how conventional techniques wouldn't work, and something else. Then it felt like my life force was being drained some how. I grabbed hand and got out of the choke hold, and broke her arm in several places. And blood started pouring out of my throat. I covered my throat, but I could feel it gush out between my fingers and cascade down my shirt. I started hurrying away, and told myself, "this isn't real, whenever I remove my hands, the bleeding will be gone". When I did, it was.

(the scene changed on it's own)

I'm in the next door neighbors yard, and there are two huge chests that are moving. They have skulls floating around them, and I'm guessing this is their true form. I pulled out a katana, and slashed at both of them, and something opened up...it looked almost like some sort of worm hole that I would get sucked into if I wasn't too careful. My second guess was they'd probably absorb any magic I'd try to throw at them. I double checked my surroundings and made sure there was nothing else to fight and slowly paced around them. All of a sudden, one of them shot thiis yellowish energy ball at me, and I reflected it with my katan. It flew back at the box into the hole and made some sort of strange noise. I did the same thing with the other one, and they both went dormant. After a few swipes of my blade, they both disappeared.

I was really happy it was over, but I was so anxious about my next mission. Then suddenly, a leafless small tree appeared. There was a box attached to it, and it had all these unread letters. I think I heard the voice of the person who was in the void with me telling me that I could check this tree anytime between missions. I was having a hard time figuring out what they said, but I know one of them were tickets, and I deleted one on accident.

The scene changes and I'm at some huge place surrounded by other lucid dreamers. They all seem very aware, and they all have that look on their faces like they know what I've been up to. I'm walking around and everyone is just so cheerful....I am too naturally, but man....it's just like happyville or something. Anways, I'm thinking I have to meet up with my DG or something to get the rest of the information, when someone asks me about how I got here. I told them, and they were impressed that I already got my first mission. He said everyone there was waiting just to get accepted, or some got in, but didn't go on a mission yet.

I continued on, and group of people (one girl with short black hair, a guy with long brown hair and maybe two others) that had a "been there done that" look on their faces told me to come with them. One guy grabbed me by the back, picked me up and started running really fast. I started asking questions, and talking about what was going on, but I don't remember what was said. I know at one point i was saying "I really want to kill something again", and everyone was laughing. He let me go and they told me they would see me on the bus. I continued walking, and man, I don't know....my swag had to be maxed out. All the girls there were smiling at me...and it seemed like everyone in general knew me. I wanted to ask them who they were and what not, but I wanted to make the trip in time.

I came up to a room that had a guard there dressed in blue. He was making sure everyone who entered had their tickets, and I saw the cool group enter ahead of me. Something was telling me I'd probably be next to them, and when I entered, I saw my nephew there. I told him "man, I knew you'd be here, what have done so far". He told me that he was mainly just sparing against other people. And he asked me about what I did, and I told him, but there was some other guy who started talking like right when I almost finished the story. I finally finished it and told him I needed to find out where I was sitting. I grabbed my ticket and started reading it as the dream faded.

I had a dream earlier where I was at school, and there were all types of events going on. Some kids had a band, and they were singing old songs from the 60s and 70s. There was this group of girls (one of them were A) they were asking us a bunch of questions. I remember wanting to help them over the fence, but I couldn't hop fences like I was earlier in the dream. Oh and something else about slipping and landing in garbage.

There's a group of us and we plan on taking over this castle, but it's modern...like an airport or something. ‎Oneironaut is there and he's in charge. We have a cache of weapons we pick from, and I think I gain just a low amount of lucidity because I pull out a Deadpool mask and two katanas. Basically we rushed in there, and took the place over by sections. There was this open courtyard type area, and this area with stairs on the outside of the building. I was patrolling between the two areas and making sure no one tried to play hero. Most of the fighting took place at the courtyard with the initial rush. There was sooo much killing to be had. When I got to the area with the stairs I got into a couple of skirmishes, and then I had to shut a few people up the only way I knew....my katanas. One of the solders was trying to tell me that O wanted as many people alive possible, and I completely ignored the guy and went on telling people cheesy lines like "you're next to taste my blade".

Wait wait hold up...some recall is coming back. The mission wasn't a head on attack. I remember being disguised as some kind of monk, and I got to the stair area without being spotted (O's group was still way ahead of us) Then some lady pointed out "what kind of monk wears grey". I threw my uniform up in the air like on those ninja movies, and headed back towards the courtyard, and we all had to loot up with weapons as quickly as possible.....THEN we started laying people out. I think the solder came back to tell me to stop killing everyone because O had everyone in his sections in check. After my onslaught, I searched around and saw sooo many people just sitting there. I think (or maybe i wanted it to be) one room had a bunch of people he was going to execute, and another he was just going to set free. Oh, and I remember killing one guy and one girl from two different couples and telling the survivors to become a couple.

I find myself in my room as usual, and when I head outside, there are a bunch of wizards/mages or whatever in the middle of the road. Everyone out there is just casting random stuff, and I fly out there, and basically tell them all to fight me.

Obviously, being in the middle wasn't a good idea, so I started to work my way to the outside. I tried using a frost aura, and it was pretty sweet. Snow-like ice was perpetually shooting out of my feet in all directions at a marginal distance of about 2 feet. It didn't do much damage, so I kept that rolling while throwing fireballs at them. My hands were on fire, and I kept alternating throwing motions with each hands to fling them. The mages were returning fire, but I was pretty much invincible, or my aura was more of a defensive thing. Either way, I figured it would be a good time to work on my short range teleporting. I tried it, and flew backwards about twenty feet, dodging some of the mages magic. I tried it again, and went back forwards. It was almost like flying except I didn't have to think about it at all...I was up in the air about a foot off the ground and I traveled to my destination.

I thought about it again, and felt that it was really just some form of low altitude long jump, so I decided to try something else. Everytime they got a lock on me, I would focus on being at an area, and close my eyes. When I opened them, I would be roughly at that spot. Now this, felt like teleporting! I did it over and over, while trying to hone in on what exactly is happening other than just badassery. When I close my eyes, I can see smoke, and when I open them, I'm where I was looking at. It seems pretty simple, but this has taken me a long time to learn.

I'm standing in the bathroom, looking into the mirror. I think I've just finished brushing my teeth, I notice a weird sensation coming from my teeth and when i check in the mirror i see a giant whole in one of my canines. This freaks me out a lot and upon closer inspection i see one of my teeth is MUCH bigger than the rest, its huge. This is weird, really weird.

Of course! Im dreaming! I think about doing a couple of RC's but I'm so sure its just not necessary. So i think to myself "what the hell, im dreaming...." i poke at the giant tooth and it seems pretty loose, so i grab it and gently pull it out. I giggle to myself.

I walk down the stairs and out into my garden and begin to shout for Misslucy. I keep shouting and a girl appears, i run over to introduce myself. This girl says she is misslucy so i ask her about the pm she sent me but she had no clue about it. "your not misslucy are you..." i say. She answers "nope."
Im confused as thats never happened to me before. I think to myself "i wonder if matte could help me out..... THATS IT, ill summon him"

"MATTE!...... MATTE87!?" i shout, i turn around and see matte bounding towards me with a grin on his face "cool, you summoned me man, thats awesome!" I make a joke about how tall he is and keep repeating something like "omg this is so cool, feels too real" and he just agrees with me. "Remember to stabilise man" Matte tells me so i begin rubbing my hands together and smelling the air.
I finally calm down and ask him to start helping me summon misslucy, so we both begin to walk around my garden shouting for her. After about 2 or 3 minutes i finally get an answer "um.... Yes?"
Matte shouts and points "over there man!" - we both run over to her and talk to her for a few mins, although i cant remember what about, but she seems really shy and like she wants to get away. So i tell her ill find her again next time i LD, she smiles at me and turns to leave.

I walk up towards the house and start chatting with matte again, i hear a shout and someone is stood on the roof of my house looking angry at me, he throws some sort of grenade type object at me so i put my hand up in front of me and stop it mid-air using TK, i throw the grenade to one side and send lightning right at his face, he screams and keels over, hands clutching his head.
I hear shouts from behind me, matte is in front of me and grinning at what i just did, he sees the bad guys but jumps and disappears into the sky. For a second i panic, thinking hes left me on my own. I turn around to see where the shouting came from and as i turn i see a blur shoot down from the sky and crash into all 4 of the people standing there, there is a lot of smoke and i cant see, i wait a few seconds for it to pass and it reveals matte, standing there laughing inside a pretty big crater....
"quit laughing man you ruined my garden!" i shout at him, he just laughs harder.


I wake up into a FA pretty suddenly.... I'm on a sofa and Keirnan and Darvz are with me (these are my RL friends that i usually talk about LDing with) "whoa i just woke up from a REALLY long lucid dream"
they both laugh at me and tell me i was out for a while, but they want to hear about it, so i tell them.
Darvz tells me how cool that sounds but they gotta go so i wave them off. I'm about to try to sleep again so i can have round 2 but there is a knock on the door so i answer it.
Its soph with some guy named kyle. She wants to hang out, i say fine so we are sat on the sofa talking for a while then kyle says he has to go to the shop for something so he'll see us in an hour.

I wake up for real.

My parents, a baby(that we were watching over, I dunno if it was supposed to actually be ours or what though lol), and I were traveling on a stone road in the wilderness(like Skyrim) when we saw a big castle. We decided to go to it and see what was going on. There were little shops set up in front of the castle, near the entrance. We were looking at what they were selling when a old woman comes forth and tells me to leave and then attacks me with magic. It looked like streaks of red lightning and I dunno if it was supposed to absorb my life or just kill me or what, but it didn't seem to affect me really and I pulled out a one-handed sword and slashed at her until she was dead(it was again, like Skyrim because she didn't get chopped up from my sword, just hurt). Then we go to the next little shop and a orc in armor with a claymore threatens me and then attacks me. Before I have time to think, I pull out my sword and block it and in the same motion, disarm him by wrapping my blade around his and making it spin into the air and then it lodged itself into the stone. I then told him he was being stupid, randomly attacking people for no reason other then to fight and he should stop. He looked mad for a second, but then he agreed with me and apologized for his behavior and actions. He then to his sword, pulled it out of the ground and then declared he was now a friend of humans and the castle and stuck the sword straight into the ground and light started to shine out of the ground where the sword was stabbed into and I looked around and saw a green and gold thing hanging from the castle(like those things that hang from a castle with crests on it and stuff? lol >.>) appear. Then my master (from taekwondo in real life, and apparently in the dream too) appeared from behind the little shop out of nowhere and told me I did a good job. I thanked him while looking at a interesting puzzle with 2 pyramids connected where you could twist all the little pieces that made them up(sort of like a really complex rubik's cube, expect with dual pyramids). He then took us into the castle and there was a giant store inside?? He took us to a section with explosives and he showed me a little one that was supposed to be made of sweetgrass and lit it up while still holding it and I tried to tell him he should put it down, but before I finish my sentence, it blew up and him and me both got thrown back and slammed into walls. It didn't hurt much though and he got up, assuring me he was fine. He seemed alright, expect for the scorch marks on his clothes. A guard in armor shows up to ask what was going on and we assure him everything was alright and then I woke up before I could look around anymore.

(Got some catching up to do. I actually just bought myself a 'sleep mask', because I figured a lot of my trouble with recall has to do with the fact that I'm waking up around noon now, usually, and light is always streaming into my room, interrupting my sleep. I've never slept with one of these sleep masks on, before, but I'm beginning to like it. My recall and lucid count has skyrocketted, in the past few days. I'm sure the melatonin and alternating doses of 5-HTP and B6 are probably helping. )

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12/04/2011
"Tactical Entrapment"

I was back in high school (maybe. At least it felt like high school), and some friends and I were talked into bringing out favorite weapons from home, for some kind of show and tell. We'd been told that it was perfectly fine, and we weren't going to get in trouble for it. Of course, as soon as we were about to start our presentations, the police busted into the classroom and apprehended us. We sure that we'd been sold out, and were going to be taken to jail, but they had other plans. They offered us a pardon, if we would be a part of a 'super-soldier' experiement and agree to be given a drug that was supposed to make us stronger and faster, after which, we would be properly trained for combat. Fighting what? I never found out. Even though they were police, they were very straight-forward about this procedure being completely illegal, but times were appearently desperate. There were others there with me, and we all took turns explaining what our skills were, if any. Not really just fighting skills, but what we were good at, in other areas of our lives. After this little 'getting to know you' session, we all eagerly took the experimental pills and began our training.

Later, we were all out battling in the middle of a desert. I remember 'scrolling up' to see a map of our area (as if pulling up the map on Skyrim), and seeing an icon of an enormous serpent, coming up in front of us. Shortly after, we reached the creature. I'd thought it was dead, because it just sat there, motionless, as we approached. After a certain distance, though, this huge beast sprang to life. It began slithering fluidly about the area, snapping at us with quick, powerful strikes and then burrowing away into the sand to strike from another angle. The last thing I remember is fleeing the scene, while a tangled knot of numerous, identical serpents writhed and tumbled itself around us in pursuit.

12/05/2011
"Halloween: Reincarnation"

I can't really peg whether this dream happened in an huge mansion, or a giant facility, like a factory or service area of a mall or something. I do remember that the place was crawling with supernatural creatures, from zombies to ghosts, and that the story centered around a mother and child that had something to do with a reincarnation of Michael Myers. I can't remember if they - combined - were supposed to be his reincarnated self, or maybe just one of them. In any case, I had to fight my way through all of these 'low-level' creatures, in order to finally get to them.

When I'd finally caught up to them, we were on the second floor of large room, like a lobby or a main hall. I had become lucid, somewhere during the chase, and was able to take out the mother without much problem - though I don't really remember doing it. The second floor railing had overlooked the first, and we had a short standoff near the banister, where she ended up falling over the railing to her death. The son, I remember perfectly. I'd picked him up by his collar. He'd been trying to stab me, before then, but really didn't pose all that much of a threat to me. I was still following the story line, though, so I felt obligated to get rid of the kid, somehow.

Not wanting to be too morbid about it, I simply tossed the kid off of the second floor balcony as well, compelled to follow him with my eyes, all the way to the bottom. I just wasn't quite sure how my dream would dictate the outcome of his fall. It was quite sickeningly realistic, though, with his neck snapping to one side as he landed headfirst on the first floor, next to his mother's body. My curiosity had been satisfied, but it made me a little remorseful. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as more of the creatures from before began to swarm around my position. Following the boy I'd just murdered, I jumped down from the second floor railing and landed on the first floor, bolting from the house, now that my mission had been done.

The last thing I remember while trying to escape is driving backward into a lake, and having to crawl out the window as the car began to fill with water. I don't believe I was lucid anymore, though, by this time.

I'm in a lake with a few people who look like they're dressed up like Storm Cloaks. The water is really muddy at the shallow end where we're at, and we're about to head out and kills some people. Someone warns us that the enemy is near by, and we all duck underwater and start swimming to our objective. I notice that I have scuba gear, but no mask and decide to take a few breaths.

I don't think anyone else has this stuff, and it seems weird, but not noticeable at the moment. We reach our destination, and there are a few people in the lake... for who knows what, but we all pop out of the water at the same time for a surprise attack. My group has all the people in dispatched, and I'm the one who is running around killing each one of them. I have this curved blade, knife in length and I'm going to work with it. The knife is very thin so I have to make sure that I'm holding it horizontal to get between the ribs. Each strike, I can feel the blade rip through all the layers of tissue and give way once it enters the lungs.

I remember one person didn't die right away on my account, so I had to stab her again, and I told her to accept deaths cold embrace. And just then, I heard a voice in my head claiming she was the goddess of death. We had this conversation about everything that was going on...and I think I made a few jokes with her, but at the same time I started getting a little scared. The whole killing people, while talking to her, thing was getting really weird. Once I finished my handy work, I headed on shore, and started looking for her. There was a parking lot full of vehicles, and I kept holding the conversation while searching the area.

Finally I came across this one guy who was at my computer class, he was talking into a mic and sounding like her. I still don't know how he was making that voice in my head though.....so weird.

So I'm talking to these Dominican chicks about music, and they bring up some artist...that sings a song, and I decide to look up who sings it. After several minutes of searching, the groups name turns out to be "Dominican Republic". Obvious laughing and teasing ensued.

I had a pet cougar, and it had to be maybe a few months old, and I was trying to teach it how to be more passive. Around me, it would be okay, but sometimes whenever it did things, it would let those claws out. Around other people, it was pretty aggressive. Anyways, I was missing my pet dinosaur, and D was asking me about it. I told him that it was still small, and I had it for a while. I think we discussed moralities of having one.

Finally we found it in my front yard, and he was asking about how big it gets when it's old. I told him i had no idea, but I'm assuming they used some sort of growth regulation for them. It's been a while since I've been around it, so it's totally feral at the moment and things just seem too quiet.

All of a sudden a 20 foot tall Dilophosaurus walks up to the drive way, expands it's hood (and obviously I'm running at another direction while tons of dc's are just standing there looking) and spits at the crow. Most of the crowd starts screaming and runs in the exact opposite direction I was running, and they get eaten off by another Dilo that was ready to flank them. They have excellent foot speed, and I know that it's either they're going get to me, so I decide to give them one hell of a fight before I died.

When I got to the back yard, I saw a couple of huge boomerangs that I quickly picked up. I stopped running because my back yard leads to a big open field, and I know that it's going to be game over when I get there. I turn around and there's a smaller dinosaur about might height coming at me. I quickly threw the boomerang at him and it staggered him a bit. It returned on the ground next to me, and I ran and picked it up and threw it again. This time it was too high. The boomerang twirled above it's head for a few seconds and returned. Just then the dinosaur kept creeping up and all of a sudden, it caught about three arrows to the chest.

I looked over, and there was this guy in a cosplay Link outfit. Amused and relieved, we headed back towards the area where the crowd went. Completely owning anything in our path. I was using the boomerang as more of a sickle if anything, and I saw a bow and arrow on the ground, but I told Link to ammo up. I just had a feeling we'd come across a sword or pole I could use against them.

The dream ended there, but I woke up wondering what happened to my pet cougar.

11/25/2011
Dream One
"Parenting Fail"

I was at a party with a bunch of people. Everyone was smoking out of these massive hookahs, and just kind of lounging around the house. There were like a dozen or so adults, and maybe 2 or 3 kids running around. I kept looking at these kids, a bit agitated that their parents would let them roam the house with all of these activities going on. At one point, one of the kids was just sitting in a big group of smoking adults, just staring at the hookah while someone was taking a hit, with this big look of 'wooooow, what is thaaat?' on his face. I just kind of sat there and watched, shaking my head.

Later, one of the girls was dancing around the room all provocatively to the music. She moved up to one of the toddlers and started dancing and grinding on him like he was some dude in the club. She even dropped down low and pulled him to her, planting a pretty filthy-looking kiss dead on his lips. She then pulled away and continued on dancing around the room, while the kid just stood there with this dumbfounded-toddler look on his face. I was pretty much just mentally facepalming at the whole ordeal.

Dream Two
"Blown out of the Sky"

I was lying down, naked, in an enclosed area. Another body - petite; also naked - was sleeping on top of my chest. I could already tell it was a female, and she was lying face down with her cheek practically nuzzled into my neck. I don't remember the dialogue, but I heard a male voice, outside of the enclosure, telling me that it was TW (an extremely attractive friend of mine, IRL) and she had some kind of medical condition, where if she laid on her back for too long, she would stop breathing and die. She had apparently just rolled over, on her stomach, on top of me, and so the voice told me that I had to keep her there, asleep, so that she would neither wake up nor roll back over onto her back, where she would be in danger of suffocating. I had no idea what we were even doing, lying in this chamber together, but the feeling of having here there with me was just amazing. I was just loving it. I'd always had a thing for TW, and to have her lying here on top of me was just Heaven. She shuffled softly against me, and I put a hand dow onto her lower back, feeling her soft flesh rise and fall with another breath, confirming that she was breathing well and ok to be in this position. (With the lighting and everything, it felt like the final scene in The Fifth Element, where Corbin and Leeloo are in the rejuvination chamber.)

The dream skipped ahead, and TW and I were then sitting on an airplane together. We had gotten word (over the intercom, I believe), that we were under attack from rocket fire. No sooner did we get this warning, than a rocket slammed into the far section of the plane, causing a huge explosion. The far side of the plane (which I'm guessing was the front, because we were facing that way) tore right off of the rest of the aircraft, leaving a gaping hole, through which people and chairs began streaming out of the plane, into the night sky. We could only brace against each other and watch scores of people rip away from us - flinging out to God knows where - while we, still buckled into our seats - spiraled sickeningly toward a ground that we could not see. (My notes say something about making a deal with someone, which I don't really remember the details of, but I believe it had something to do with the attack on the plane.)

Soon, we were pulling ourselves out of the wreckage, having landed on some remote island somewhere. I don't remember the actual impact, though. (It all seemed very Lost-like.) The plane was in ruins, but there were still a few survivors. Someone, who I believe might have been the pilot (even though he should have been torn away from us, with the rest of the plane), came onto the intercom, and apologized for the rough landing, but said that 'at least it was better than the last time'...whatever that meant.

We were then out in the wilderness, somewhere, and we ran across a group of bandits who held us up (presumably, the ones who shot us down). They seemed pretty primative, but they had weapons, and we didn't, so they began to take hostages. Once one of them got me in a chokehold, and I began to panic a bit, I also began to realize that I was dreaming. I held up one fist in front of me, and tried to make a large blade grow out of my knuckles. It didn't work, though, and I just could not get the weapon to materialize. Instead, I pointed to another one of the bandits, and made a 'flicking' gesture with my hand, as if I was brushing dust off of an old countertop. The man I was looking at promptly exploded and disappeared into thin air. The rest of the bandits stared at me in shock, and began to fall back. The one who'd once had a hold of me quickly let me go. Now content with the upper-hand, I let out a huge 'Shout' (taking a cue from Skyrim) and unleashed a nice shockwave of sound, which blew some of the bandits backward. I could see the shockwave roll across the high grass and a nearby river bed, blasting into a patch of trees in the distance, where a grizzly bear had been standing. The husky bear reeled from the sound wave and turned tail to run away.

Quite satisfied with this, I went to turn my attention back to the bandits and saw that there was something coming, from off to one side. It was very large and moving over the river, but there was really nothing that we could identify - because of the wanton splashes of water, shrouding the large, dark figure. At first, I thought it was a giant alligator - with a body some 15ft in diameter. But, when it got close enough to cease run/stomping through the water, its true form was revealed. It was a dragon - a pretty badass dragon, actually; all jagged, bony features and dark, nearly-black scales. It stopped in front of us, staring directly into my face, and had a short conversation with me, referring to me as the 'Dragonborn' (which is the nickname given to the lead character in Skyrim, which I have been playing lately, of course). I remember that it had the deep voice of the huge first dragon that I encountered in Skyrim, but I don't remember the conversation that we had.

Shortly after this, I was walking through a field, along with TW. I took a moment to look at my hands, trying to ground myself into the dream a bit. My left hand looked fine, but I noticed that my right hand was missing two fingers and the thumb, bony stumps left where the fingers should be. Again, my memory skips ahead a little while. We were then in a more urban area, and a group of thugs pulled up in a caravan of jeeps and SUVs. There were a few more people in my group, now, than when it was just TW and I. They held us all at gunpoint, and the leader had this weird-looking gun that looked like it had 100 taser barbs, ready to fire. From the hardcore look of the weapon, though, it looked like the barbs would do a lot more than just send a couple of 1000 volts through someone. Still lucid, though, I kept getting in the leader's face, daring him to shoot me, trying to keep his attention off of the other people in my group.

There was another transition, and TW and I were back in the wilderness - more of a jungle area, actually. We were in a small pond of murky water. We were about stomach-deep, and it was only about 12 feet wide, so there already wasn't much room for us. It seemed much smaller, though. Much more crowded. That's when I noticed there was something very large, floating in the pond, just inches in front of me. It was actually taking up most of the space in the pond. I looked at it for a moment, and couldn't figure out what. It looked very rough, like it was a patch of hard Earth that was sticking up just a few inches out of the water. Then, I noticed it had a face, and on the near side of that face, I saw one, slit-pupiled eye staring back at me. An alligator. A very, very large alligator. TW seemed to recognize it as a gator, at the same time as I did. I could see a quiet panic building up on her face, and I was feeling quite intimidated, myself. We shuffled quietly, trying to walk our way around it. I could see, though, that with every movement I made to get passed the gator, the gator's head would turn just slightly, in order to keep its eye on me. It was watching me, and I had a feeling it was about to strike at me, at any moment. I knew that this was a dream, but I wasn't really sure of what to do in the situation. I knew had to do something, though.

On instinct, I suddenly lunged at the enormous gator, landing on it's back and trying to wrap my arms around its mouth, from a mounted position. I landed a little too low on its body, though, and was only able to grab around its neck. The gator reared its head back, toward me, snapping its jaws just beside my head and grabbing ahold of my right ear with its teeth. I felt it bite down, but it didn't hurt all that match. I was, however, seemingly stuck. This thing would not let go of me, and I was not about to let go of it, giving it more room to manuever. This thing could have easily bitten the top portion of my body in half, it was so big.

The last thing I remember is splashing around in the pond, fighting this massive reptile that had a vice-grip on my ear, while TW tried to escape the water.

Woo! Been taking some B6, 5-HTP and Melatonin before bed, for the past couple of days, so my dreams have been coming back in full force.

11/22/2012
Dream Fragment
*Confidential*
'Making it Rain'

11/23/2012
Dream One
"Everybody Out of the Deadpool!"

I was disembodied, watching Wade Wilson (Ryan Reynolds version) being led through some industrial facility. It was being run by an evil syndicate and I believe it had an oil refinery to use as a front. The villains had taken Wade captive, and were going to perform all types of experiments on him - whether he liked it or not - to turn him into their mutant weapon: Deadpool. I could see a screen that was showing what mutant abilities they were going to be adding to his own, and I saw that it once referenced something about his 'motor-mouth', as if it was something that they were assessing. Wade was walking with this woman - who obviously didn't want to hear a thing he had to say - and he was just cracking all types of jokes. The woman was getting very visibly annoyed. It was rather hilarious. From the way he was acting, you wouldn't have been able to tell that he was being held there against his will.

Sooner or later, there was a battle going on inside this facility. I believe Wade's team had come to bust him out, and to take down the syndicate, but I'm not exactly sure. I do know that a plan was devised to destroy the facility by some sort of nuclear device. I remember panic, as people were trying to stop the explosion and/or escape the facility. At the very end, the initial device had been disarmed, but someone else had set a back-up plan into motion, that caused the oil running through the facility to be channeled up into one single tunnel, where it began to well up. I could see someone running through the hallways, trying to escape the facility, and the ground around them was shaking. Telephone poles near the exit were wobbling. These were ominous signs that there was a massive explosion building beneath the facility. Then, the oil burst out of a single [manhole?], spraying an enormous geyser of oil into the air. My view pulled out, showing the full hundreds of feet that the black fluid shot into the air, piercing a large layer of green clouds that hung over the city. Gravity soon began to take hold, once the geyser hit its apex. The green clouds turned out to be a thick layer of methane gas that was hanging over the city (exactly like the scene in The Mask where Stanley and Tina are overlooking the city from the park, and it shows all the green methane emissions in the air).

In what I believe was slow motion, I witnessed the villains watch this jet of black oil fly up into the air, blooming into an umbrella and falling back down toward the layer of methane that over the city. At that same moment, a fire was ignited in the facility, a trail of fire streaked up the oil geyser and toward the methane gas that the upward jet had broken through, and that the downward arc of falling oil was about to re-enter. I saw the look of impending doom on their faces. They knew what was about to happen. The fire - doing what it does - surged up the geyser, through the hole in the green gas, up to the apex of the oil fountain, and then began to rain back down toward the cloud of flammable methane. After a short moment of dramatic silence, the entire methane cloud combusted, creating an explosion, across the entire city, that would have rivaled any destructive blast that the team might have used to blow up the facility. The enormous mushroom cloud over the city was the last thing I remember of the dream.

Dream Two
"No R.I.P. for the Weary"

I was in my old house in Canterbury. GV was gone, and I was in our room, with her father asleep in his own room, across the house. It was nighttime outside, and I was getting ready for bed. I had some kind of figurine or something that I was moving from one spot to another, and I suddenly began to feel eyes on me. I looked toward the window, still holding the figurine. Through the curtains, inside, and the bushes which sat outside the window, I saw a face and two eyes staring back at me. It was JJ. She gave me a mischievous smile and moved away from the window, as if to try and undo the fact that I had caught her spying on me. A little excited by this, I decided to go to the front door and invite her in. (Even though I was still living with GV, in the dream, I was single, just as we were for the last few months of our living together, IRL.)

When I went to the living room, I went to open what I thought was the front door, and it turned out to be GV's dad's room door, which had switched sides of the house. I apologized to him and then went to the other side of the house, closer to where the front door should be, given this (new) layout. When I opened this door, it was the door to the carport, instead. I realized how strange this was. When I turned back to the living room, I realized that everything was backward. The house was set-up completely differently than it had been in waking life. It occurred to me that I was dreaming. What I didn't know was how long I'd been dreaming. I remembered that JJ was supposed to be coming in/over, and I'd wondered if I had fallen asleep before she arrived. Unsure about this, and quite anxious see where things were going to go with her, I tried to wake myself up, to make sure she wasn't really coming over.

I "woke up" on my bed - completely oblivious to the fact that I was still dreaming - and went to the door (still in my old house, not my present one). JJ was there, and I let her in, happy to see that I hadn't missed the opportunity. She hung out in the room for a while, and then we inevitably started to fool around. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I went back out to open it, and my ex MJ was standing there. I knew that MJ and JJ didn't really like each other, so I was trying to stall MJ, so that she wouldn't know exactly what was going on here. It wasn't very long after this awkward moment, that I involuntarily received the most perfect distraction...

Zombies.

Out of nowhere, a small band of zombies made its way into the house. (I had been talking with KC about The Walking Dead, the tv show, last night at work.). We all scrambled to get out of the house, grabbing whatever make-shift weapons that we could. Passing by the kitchen, I remember turning back to grab the knife set from off of the counter. We made our way through the laundry room and into the carport, and I had to frantically stab at some of the undead that were trying to clamber over the fence to get us. While my arm was extended, one of the zombies reached its head up and opened wide, aiming to take a huge chunk out of my arm. I saw the teeth come down toward my arm, and I thought to myself "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" knowing what was in store for me. All of a sudden, as if because of that moment of panic, the zombie's mouth froze in place with its teeth just resting around my arm, having not bitten into it. It was literally just hanging there. Only taking a short moment to wonder 'what the hell?' I then got myself back in gear, and we began to move away from the house.

We didn't get very far before a black van (identical to the one GV used to drive IRL, actually) came screeching around the corner, directly toward us. We scrambled to dive out of the way, but the van ended up smashing into MJ and then crashing into the house. I ran back over to the accident and saw that MJ was in really bad shape, but just barely still alive. Her body looked pretty mangled, and her face was all bloodied and bruised. She needed medical attention and fast. I knelt over her, trying to tend to her and make sure she was still alive, and some bratty kid (a crowd had gathered after the accident) was teasing me by saying something like "Awww, look at G taking care of the wittle baby..." or something like that. I told the kid off - but really wanted to kick his ass - and went back to care for MJ. There is a bit of a gap here, where I can't remember exact details, but it turned out that the driver of the van was someone from the syndicate that was holding Wade Wilson captive, in the first dream.

JS, another neighborhood friend of mine, showed up, and we were able to take this guy down, after getting him out of the wreckage. He'd tipped us off - somehow - that there were more of them coming after me, because I had allegedly helped Wade escape, earlier (though I don't actually remember being in the previous dream. Just watching it). Another set of headlights beamed into the area, notifying us that someone else would be coming around the corner soon. I told JS that they would be coming for me, and to get MJ out of there. I knew that the zombies were still in the area, but I had to draw all attention away from my friends. Just as the next vehicle was coming around the bend, I took off and ran around to the other side of the house. Moving around the far side, to circle around the building and let the car pass by where I had once been, I looked to one side. There, leaning up against the wall, was Robocop. He was just...standing there. It looked like he was in a sleep-stasis mode, with his head down, hiding back behind some bushes as if he had been placed there. I thought to myself 'damn, I could really use his help right now', but had to keep moving, because I was still in the open, and knew that any vehicle passing by my house would see me, once they looked around the corner.

I rounded the back side of the house, and then came back around on the other side. From there, I could see JS helping MJ down the street, holding her up while walking beside her. I took one more look around the corner, to make sure the coast was clear, and went to meet them, knowing that the car had already passed where we'd once been. Just as I reached them, though, I was attacked from behind. A man who reminded me of Simon Phoenix (Wesley Snipes) from the movie Demolition Man was all over me. We started fighting in the street, and this dude apparently knew what he was doing. He had counters for almost everything I threw at him, and I was beginning to think that I was going to lose this match. Suddenly, I got a hold of a pair of handcuffs - though I can't remember where I got them from. It took a bit more struggle, but I was able to get them fitted on his wrists. He wasn't done, though. He kept fighting me, tenaciously, and was boasting to me about how he could pick his cuffs. He said that once he got his hands free, he was going to kill me. We struggled some more - both of us now lying on the asphalt - and I had to hold his wrists apart to try to keep one hand from reaching the other cuff. Eventually, though, he overpowered me and snapped one of the cuffs off. Before he could act, I grabbed the fingers of one of his hands. I could see the shock grow in his eyes as I began to push backward on the fingers. He was silently pleading with me not to break them. In my heart, I really didn't want to break them. I knew it was going to be a sickening feeling, as I had never broken someone's bones before, IRL. This was a matter of life and death, though, and this guy had to be immobilized. With one final push, I snapped all four fingers backward, to where they literally folded back on his hand, severed at the knuckles and leaving only bloody stumps attached to the palm.

The man screamed in pain, but kept on fighting. Even with a broken hand, he ended up overpowering me and kneeling over me, pulling out some kind of weapon and making a gesture which telegraphed that he was about to introduce me to a world of hurt. Just in time, though, gunfire rang out, and the man stopped. He looked from me to JS, nearby, who was holding a machine gun (that I immediately just assumed he had taken from one of the villains). We then looked from the gun barrel to the spot behind my opponent, where the gun was aimed, just in time to see a zombie - which was just about to attack me and the guy I was fighting, fall to pieces, its body practically split in half by the short burst of gunfire. Spouts of blood squirted up from the split torso, which then fell to the ground. My attacker looked just as shocked as I was. He looked back at JS, who had just saved his life, and then down at me. Seemingly having a change of heart, he stood up and reluctantly backed off.

Then, another set of headlights. Another van came roaring around the turn, and we all scrambled away again, before it could run us over. I jumped to my feet, borrowing the gun from JS and running after the passing van, which rounded another corner and tried to make a U-Turn. Running up on the van, I let bullets spray into the driver's side window, killing the driver and throwing him out of the van. I then jumped inside and brought the van around to pick up the others. We hauled ass toward the front of the neighborhood, just as another van was passing us, presumably driving to where we'd just been. I knew that they would be turning back around shortly, once they realized we were no longer there. Gunning it toward the intersection at the front of the neighborhood, and looking back in the rear-view to see if the other van was behind us, I nearly froze when I looked back in front of us again and saw a fighter jet heading straight toward us, in the night sky. Before I even had a chance to react, a volley of missiles streaked out from the jet, flying directly over the roof of our van and blowing up the van that had been coming up behind us. The jet screamed through the air and flew over top of us, trailing the missile exhaust. I recognized that the help had come from Wade's team that had come to stop the evil syndicate, before (but still wasn't able to piece together that these were dreams).

I was momentarily relieved, but then I realized that we were driving one of those same vans, and that the jet would probably be coming around to make another pass and take us out, not knowing who was driving. I told everyone that we had to ditch the van as soon as possible, and I sped through the intersection to get as far away from the neighborhood as possible before stopping so we could bail out. I don't remember ever actually leaving the van though, before waking up.