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11/19/2011
"Extra-T-Rextrial"

I was standing outside, in a residential area of some large city. There were a lot of other people around, and it seemed to just be an ordinary recreational function; a party or picnic or something. After a little while, I began to notice that there were a bunch of helicopters flying about the airspace around us. I couldn't exactly tell what they were doing at first, but, after some observation, I saw that they were dumping water on a location a few miles away, as if there was some out of control fire raging. I watched for a little while, and it appeared that the vertical cascades of white - that I knew to be water - began turning into horizontal streaks of white - that I knew to be missile exhuast. It was now obvious that many of these helicopters were combat helicopters, and they were firing upon something, though I couldn't tell what, at the moment.

The people around me began watching the skies, and I could see many of them pointing off in a direction that I couldn't see, because of a large building that was blocking my view. I also saw that many of the combat choppers were heading over in that direction as well. Curious, I walked closer to the nearest group of people and rounded the corner, looking out toward whatever it was that they were pointing at. In the sky, above the skyline of a city that seemed rather New Yorkian, I saw an large mass of alien ships penetrating a firey wall of white and orange clouds, the sun directly behind them, and showing little more than black silouhettes against a golden sky. We were being invaded.

For just a moment, I stopped and tried to think about this. This had to be a dream, right? Unfortunately, I didn't have the where-with-all to do many reality checks, and I quickly became convinced - because of the vividness of the dream (I had taken B6 and melatonin last night), that I was awake, and that this was really it: Extraterrestrial contact had been confirmed, and we were already at war.

Giving us very little time to get adjusted to the idea that our planet was being attacked, huge beams of orange light came blasting down from the low-hanging haze of clouds, though in a fashion that wouldn't allow me to see where they were coming from. These beams of light would sweep across the ground, destroying everything (and everyone) in their paths; tearing nearby buildings down and burning the innocent people - that they were obviously aiming at - down to lifeless skeletons. Panic set in, and everyone began to run for their lives. (It was a lot like in the movie War of the Worlds, when they are running through the streets and the alien weapons are just decimating everything around.).

I knew I had to get out of this field / lot that I was in, or I would be a sitting duck, so I began to run toward a nearby industrial area while these bright orange death-rays were raining down from the sky and just obliterating everything and everyone around me. There were a few times where I kept looking back and forth - from my destination to the utter destruction around me - wondering if I was going to make it. After what seemed like an eternity, I made it across the street to the industrial yard. It was then, though, that my sprint slowed to a jog, and my jog slowed to a brisk walk. I was beginning to realize how crazy this was. There was just no way. Despite how vivid the dream was - and my lack of doing an actual reality check - I was able to finally realize that I was dreaming. Immediately, I turned around and faced the invasion. Some of the DC's that had been running with me asked what I was doing, and I told them that this was just a dream, and I was about to go back and kick some alien ass. Before I knew it, I had an army of DC's with me, looking to get some payback, and we were headed over to the large buildings that decorated the skyline, which had the majority of the alien ships hovering over them.

Soon, we were climbing some dark stairwell - moving up one of the buildings that the aliens had begun storming on foot. There was a small ordeal with a staircase, where some woman said that the stairs were broken, and she was trying to walk up it, but it was more like she was trying to walk horizontally up a wall, while the staircase was pivoted on some weird angle. It really just looked like a 'clipping' issue in a video game (which makes sense, because this dream came to me after playing hours of Skyrim). We reached the top of the stairwell, and there was a doorway barred with metal obstacles. We pulled them out of the way and, as soon as we opened the door, a lizard-being (which looked a lot like a velociraptor, but seemed to have more human gestures) stood in the opening, snarling at us. I moved positioned myself between the dino and the rest of the group, and he locked eyes at me. I could see him curling back. He was going to pounce on me at any moment. When he did, though, I was ready for him. He lunged and I just grabbed the sides of his head, using his momentum to throw him over the side of the stairway railing. He fell down the center of the stairwell and crashed through the floor, disappearing into the darkness under the building.

Going into this new area, after walking through the door and trying to look out the window, I could see that there was an enormous lizard scaling the outside of the building. Immediately, I rushed forward and jumped at the wall with both fists out in front of me. Ripping through the concrete wall, I delivered a charging double-fist to the monster's upper-body. We were now dozens of stories above the ground - the giant beast and I falling off of what revealed itself to be a skyscraper, and not just any old tall building. It was then, falling toward the street, that I was able to see that this creature seemed much more like a T-Rex, but bigger - almost going for that Godzilla '98 look. I couldn't take too long to look at it, because I was falling toward the ground, and wondering about how much it might hurt if I hit the pavement, with the dream being as vivid as it was.

Quickly, I tried to orient myself and get in 'flying mode', because I really wasn't looking forward to hitting ground. It took a moment for me to change my direction, but I was able to fly forward, and land against a nearby building, sticking myself to the wall like Spider-Man. When I turned to look back toward the giant dino, it had already righted itself and was jumping through the air toward me. Immediately, I flew off to one side and the beast crashed into the building. It didn't miss a beat, though, and was soon chasing after me as I flew through the street. Turned out that - even without wings - this dino was more of a dragon (more Skyrim), and was actually breathing that same type of orange beam that I'd seen earlier and thought was coming from the alien ships, themselves.

The chase went on for a little while, and ended when I flew up to the support structure of an elevated train track. I positioned myself between some of the railings, and the dino/dragon jumped up to get me (and even without wings, this thing jumped like a giant raptor). It missed me, and I moved myself further down. Then, somewhat entangled in the steel structure, the dragon reared its head back and blew a massive stream of fire/energy in my direction, just as the train was coming overhead. Again, I flew out of the way at the last moment, and the dragon completely destroyed the supports, causing the entire skyway track to come crashing down to the city streets below - train and all.

Watching that awesome sight was the last thing I remember.

11/11/2011
Dream Fragment One
I was with Todd, and we were going to a theme park. While there, we met up with MJ, who I wasn't expecting to show up. We all hung out, and were going to the different attractions. Todd was trying to organize everything, and make routes for us to walk around park, to experience as much of the park as we could in the time that we had. MJ is terrified of rollercoasters, and I kept messing with her about it, pestering her to no end, to get her onto a coaster. She was so scared though. Lol. It was priceless. Dunno if I ever got her on one, though.

Dream Fragment Two
I was in a war against Islamic extremists. I really don't remember much about the war at all, though. At some point, I was walking with someone on my side, and we were having a conversation about the whole 72 virgins thing and martyrdom. Later (in the only real moment of combat that I remember), I was raining down fire from the sky, with some kind of remote trigger, and dropping heavy ordinance on a dock area filled with enemy combatants.

11/12/2011
Dream Fragment
(Lost a lucid dream. ) All I remember is that there was a massive firefight going on, and I became lucid. As usual, I walked around like a beast, just daring people to attack me. They kept shooting and I just kept deflecting their bullets and throwing them off course, telekinetically - walking toward them and calmly waving my hands in front of me, which pushed the bullets away in gentle arcs, as if the bullets and I were made of magnets with similar polarity.

11/15/2011
Dream Fragment
More horrible recall. Everything was in chaos, and nearly an entire town had been killed. I was in (another) firefight, involving myself, some villain and the police. Apparently, I was on the cops' side, and we were trying to take this guy in. I had him at gunpoint, just as the cops began to converge. I saw the man look at the approaching police and then down at the shotgun that he had thrown down at my command. I looked at him looking at the gun, and thought to myself "oh, man, don't do it..." and of course, he did. He swiped up the gun - as if by instinct - aimed it at the police and they opened fire, blowing him away. Later, I saw an elephant rampage through the destroyed city and saw one man being dragged headfirst through the hard earth, by the elephant's trunk, like a sharp stick through beach sand. The animal dragged him around in a circle, and then reared back, slinging its head up and launching the man through the air, a few dozen yards into the distance.

Don't really remember more than that.

11/05/2011
"Drop Dead Freddy"

I was on some kind of trip with a bunch of people around my age. There was a girl there, who I was getting pretty close to, but I can't remember if it's someone I know in waking life. We were in a stadium-like place, where there was a slasher-type of scenario going on. Scores of people in the crowd were getting killed, and no one was able to find out who was doing the killing.

Turned out to be my ol' buddy Freddy Krueger, slicing through crowd patrons left and right. There is a whole lot that went on, that I really don't remember. At one point, I was walking along the ramparts of a castle-type of building, and a man (who seemed possessed by something which made him zombie-like) was pushed off of a building by someone else. The undead-ish man hit the ground far below, lay there for a few moments, and then slowly started to stand back up as if he didn't feel a thing. Can't remember if Freddy was actually controlling him or what.

Later, I was watching some of Freddy's killings from a disembodied perspective. There was one kid who was in a small room - watching TV or something - and suddenly Freddy came out of nowhere and confronted the kid, ramming two of his razor-tipped fingers up the teen's nostrils. My view elevated until I could only see the upper torso of the victim, and Freddy continued to raise his arm, practically lifting the convulsing kid up from his feet while blood gushed down his killer's arm. Freddy just started into the kid's face, as if studying his work, grinning. Then, strangely, I couldn't see the rest of Freddy's body - just the wrist and gloved hand driving itself up the boy's nostrils. Freddy's other hand then ripped its way up and out of the kid's body, from the inside; somewhere up near the collarbone. The first, gloved hand pushed itself into the skull until it seemed like the entire glove was going to disappear into it. Then, simultaneously, the two hands each grabbed their own portion of the kid's face and upperbody, and then Freddy literally pulled the kid's body apart from within - as if he'd teleported his own body into the kid, while the razors were up his nose - stepping out of the mangled, gory mess as if he'd been wearing a break-away human suit.

Freddy was a real bad-ass in this dream. Just brutal. He wasn't his wise-cracking self, this time. He was all business. It turned out that the girl I'd been hanging out with, earlier, was pregnant (though I can't remember whether she was, in the beginning of the dream, or not). Freddy knew this, and his intention was to abduct the girl and somehow get her to a hospital and induce her labor, so that he could possess the child and be reborn through her. He'd gotten the girl in his grasp and was dragging her out of a stadium exit, when a young version of Nancy - from the old Nightmare on Elm Street movies - showed up. She was amazing, herself, in how strong she was (both in ability and personality), and she was determined to stop Freddy's plan.

Somehow, she'd developed the strength to fight Freddy, and there was this massive showdown in the woods. I remember watching it, still with no body of my own, but I don't remember many of the details of it. She ended up completely getting the best of him, though. They squared-off against each other, at the end of the fight, and Freddy - frustrated with having been matched by this young girl, lunged at her, nails bared. Without warning, the dream 'skipped' ahead just a couple of seconds, and Freddy was instaneously on the ground, face first, stone dead. Alice stood over him trimumphantly.

11/09/2011
Dream Fragment
Something about what I think was a giant robot scenario, and driving really fast.

Low level lucid...I'm just knocking out tons of DCs in as few hits as possible. Waves of them are coming, like some old kung fu kick. Effortlessly I bring them down with kicks and punches, and only a few times I actually had to block or dodge. This dream went on forever, I'd say I took out around a few hundred DC's.

I'm with J, and some random guy wants to fight. I don't know whats up with him, but all of a sudden like four other people start walking up. J looks at me and says "i don't know about this one cuzz". He's obviously bluffing, because I've seen him take on more people that were bigger than these guys.

Either way, I say something to tell the guy that I don't want to fight, and he follows me and keeps talking trash. (All apart of my plan to separate them just in case I wanted to just hand out a beat down in just enough time before the next person arrives). Instead, all these clowns start punching regular people for no reason.

I walked off into another room, and there was this girl doing the same thing. WTF. She's doing the same crap...waning me to fight her, and punching random people. When she got close to the door, I elbowed her and shoved her out.

the first one....i was back home turn stuff off before going to bed like i did growing up (i'm not ocd...i had an irresponsible mother who left the stove on, the dog outside, and the front door wide open)

i got to this last machine....but didn't really know how to work it....it looked like a cooking channel...which my mom watched but never did (she could burn canned frosting)....and then i hit a button...and it was asking what recipe i wanted.....and i didn't know how to go back...and i thought it was just going to show it and go back to the menu where i might be able to turn it off.....nope....out pops a tomato from who knows where.....i took the tomato as it was getting cut up and the machine stopped......there was something weird with my hands though.....the knives went right through them like i was a ghost.....then i woke up

a few hours later i went back to sleep......i had this dream where i was in the psyc ward....and there was a group therapy room.....and i kept moving chairs.....and this one person kept walking in the room naked....and i don't know the gender of the person....but they were really fat.......i moved when she sat next to me..they took her to get dressed right after that..and the therapist had me sit back in that chair when he came in....because i had left paper there.....but the paper only had doodles on it....and he kept bumping into me......and everyone in the room was in lala land except me and 3-4 other people.....but they were not paying much attention because they didn't want to be there.....and then he started touching my arms and tickling me....and i moved away to the other side of the room.....and he came over and wanted to keep tickling me.......and i kicked him below the belt........and went to the nurses' station to get ice and there were two security guys standing there and i asked them for help....and the therapist told them to stop me.....and they listened to him and not me....and each one of them took one of my hands and he punched me in the face again.....and i blacked out in the dream and entered another dream?....i'm not sure.......but i was outside in a parking lot with blankets.....and i had to take them back inside so i could go eat......and i was at the place to eat.....but had to go across 7-8 parking lots to get to the place to put the blankets and then get back......i ended up in this park...and there were white steps that led to a tennis court......and i stopped going down them because they were steep and i was afraid i was going to fall......and i had the blankets wrapped around me at the time.....

then this guy came up to me and said i have to follow the yellow spots.....and there was one on this step....and i went down the hill and he was leading me.....and i took off the blankets when we got to this weird basketball court........and there was this guy standing on a yellow spot in the ground in the middle of it......and his head had a large helmet that looked like a basketball on it.....and we chased him and were competing to catch him.......then eventually decided we have to work together......and then we caught him after he had run all over the park......and took him back to the basketball court.......his helmet had fallen off......and there was a yellow spot on the wall on top of a mural of a basketball.....and the other dude wanted to hit his head off the wall (like my mother used to do to me and my siblings) but i wouldn't let him......and the basketball head guy touched his head to the wall and this buzzer sounded.....i woke up to me alarm clock

the first one....i was back home turn stuff off before going to bed like i did growing up (i'm not ocd...i had an irresponsible mother who left the stove on, the dog outside, and the front door wide open)

i got to this last machine....but didn't really know how to work it....it looked like a cooking channel...which my mom watched but never did (she could burn canned frosting)....and then i hit a button...and it was asking what recipe i wanted.....and i didn't know how to go back...and i thought it was just going to show it and go back to the menu where i might be able to turn it off.....nope....out pops a tomato from who knows where.....i took the tomato as it was getting cut up and the machine stopped......there was something weird with my hands though.....the knives went right through them like i was a ghost.....then i woke up

a few hours later i went back to sleep......i had this dream where i was in the psyc ward....and there was a group therapy room.....and i kept moving chairs.....and this one person kept walking in the room naked....and i don't know the gender of the person....but they were really fat.......i moved when she sat next to me..they took her to get dressed right after that..and the therapist had me sit back in that chair when he came in....because i had left paper there.....but the paper only had doodles on it....and he kept bumping into me......and everyone in the room was in lala land except me and 3-4 other people.....but they were not paying much attention because they didn't want to be there.....and then he started touching my arms and tickling me....and i moved away to the other side of the room.....and he came over and wanted to keep tickling me.......and i kicked him below the belt........and went to the nurses' station to get ice and there were two security guys standing there and i asked them for help....and the therapist told them to stop me.....and they listened to him and not me....and each one of them took one of my hands and he punched me in the face again.....and i blacked out in the dream and entered another dream?....i'm not sure.......but i was outside in a parking lot with blankets.....and i had to take them back inside so i could go eat......and i was at the place to eat.....but had to go across 7-8 parking lots to get to the place to put the blankets and then get back......i ended up in this park...and there were white steps that led to a tennis court......and i stopped going down them because they were steep and i was afraid i was going to fall......and i had the blankets wrapped around me at the time.....

then this guy came up to me and said i have to follow the yellow spots.....and there was one on this step....and i went down the hill and he was leading me.....and i took off the blankets when we got to this weird basketball court........and there was this guy standing on a yellow spot in the ground in the middle of it......and his head had a large helmet that looked like a basketball on it.....and we chased him and were competing to catch him.......then eventually decided we have to work together......and then we caught him after he had run all over the park......and took him back to the basketball court.......his helmet had fallen off......and there was a yellow spot on the wall on top of a mural of a basketball.....and the other dude wanted to hit his head off the wall (like my mother used to do to me and my siblings) but i wouldn't let him......and the basketball head guy touched his head to the wall and this buzzer sounded.....i woke up to me alarm clock

10/23/2011
Dream Fragment
I had lost my job at AAA. I remember being really depressed about being back in the job hunting scene, in a horrible economy. Eventually, I had to go back to working at the shit-hole telemarketing place, I'd recently come from. Horrible, horrible dream.

10/24/2011
"Corner Store K.O."

I was heading to a liquor store. The outside of the liquor store looked like the outside of the Bull Dog Pub, which is a little tavern at the corner of a small shopping plaza, near my old job. There was an old woman standing outside the door, slinging weed. I was gonna get some from her, but told her I had to get change first, and went inside. The inside of the store looked like any normal liquor store, and I walked around a bit, with a taste for tequila, trying to find a bottle of it. After a while, I found what I was looking for and went up to the counter, to pay.

Standing in a short line of people, I was idly looking at the counter, and a slender, young white guy stepped away from it, after paying for his liquor. He already seemed to have a scowl on his face, but his mood apparently took a turn for the worst, when he noticed that I was looking in his direction. Deviating from his initial path toward the door, he glared at me intently, coming out with something along the lines of "what the fuck are you looking at, huh?" A little put-off by this, I think I simply shrugged my shoulders, or something. This enraged him even further, and he stepped in front of me, his eyes seeming as if he was trying to bore a hole through my skull.

By now, his face was mere inches from mine, and he just started going off, saying something like "did I say I wanted you to fuckin look at me? I don't think so..." I had been trying to exercise a little restraint, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to respond. I said "wait, wait....so let me get this straight...just because you don't want me looking at you...you actually expect me not to look at you? Really?" with a quirk of my eyebrow. Someone in the line couldn't help but snicker at my question. The dude with the temper didn't find it all that funny. He glanced over at the person that snickered, then back at me, and completely blew up. He went into a full-on tirade, practically spitting his long string of curses and threats in my face, like some Drill Sergeant with a God complex.

After a few short seconds of listening to this guy profess about how he was about to kick my ass, and holding in the urge to just fire back with some words of my own, I finally assessed that this guy was truly looking for a fight, and I wasn't about to let him throw the first punch. So, in the middle of his tirade, without giving a single bit of warning, I swung my right palm up and into the side of his head, smacking it to one side and directly into the stone wall that was to my left (his right). His head bounced of the stone with a dull thump, knocking him unconscious and dropping him to the floor. The man was only out for about five seconds and, seeing him groggily regain consciousness, I reached down and gently picked him up to his feet, brushing him off and saying "hey, man, are you ok? Wow. You just kinda blacked out there." He obviously had absolutely no idea what the hell had just happened. He looked at me with a bit of dazed gratitude, and staggered out the door.

Just kind of laughing at the whole situation, I stepped to the counter and paid for my tequila. I got the change that I had intended to get, and walked out to meet the old lady on the corner. Instead of the old lady I'd seen, before, it was another old woman (whom I believe might have been in a wheelchair?), in her place. She said that she as 'taking over the shift' of the woman before her, and she sold me the bag.

When driving away from the store, I vaguely remember something about seeing someone dressed as the Joker (if not, actually, the Joker) walking into the store.

10/20/2011
Dream Fragment One
All I really remember is a brief fragment of having sex with a girl whom I don't really recognize.

Dream Two:
"The Kidnap Kid"

My daughter had been kidnapped. I went to the police, but they were proving to be kind of useless. They were taking way too long to find her, and forbade me from taking matters into my own hands, or they would persecute me to the fullest extent of the law. It seemed that the person's main target had been me, to begin with, but when they couldn't get their hands on me, they had decided to go after CJ instead. I was just seething about the whole thing. I wanted so bad to start my own, personal manhunt, but I tried to exercise as much restraint as humanly possible, to let the law do its job. My patience was wearing extremely thin.

The police had put me under some kind of 'protection', where I had to leave my house and stay with some old guy, in an unfamiliar home. I remember him giving me a tour of his house, showing me where he keeps a pistol - just in case - and where the best place in the house is to hide, where I can still get a good vantage point with the pistol, if need be.

Later, the kidnapper's identity was discovered, and it turned out to be some little bad-ass kid, that was probably 13 years old or so. He'd brought her back, but was still furious about something or other. I don't remember much about this moment, but some kind of strange, Dragonball Z type of battle, in which CJ's hair was sticking straight up on her head, and she reminded me of young Gohan. Her and the kid had started fighting in the living room, and he'd given her a pretty good shot, which sent her sprawling across the floor. Out of nowhere, my mom came flying in from out of nowhere, dressed in something that reminded me of Chi-Chi (also from DBZ), whirling a staff or broom or something over her head. She landed in front of the kid and swatted the staff down onto his head with a loud 'CRACK', that I practically felt, myself. All action immediately ceased, and the little kid looked up with this enormous pout on his face, holding his head, and just calmly said "....ow..."

That was apparently the end of the fight, and the whole situation defused after that.

10/12/2011
Fragment
(Ugh. Completely lost a lucid dream. )

All I really remember is being in the middle of a huge fire-fight, in an office building type of setting. During the gunfight, there was an opposing team trying to storm into our office, and they were shooting through the cubicle walls that we were trying to take up shelter behind. I remember that they were beginning to flank around the sides of the barriers, and I tossed a grenade into one corner of the office, taking out a few of the first gunmen to breach our (shoddy) defense. Running out of places to shield myself, I became lucid. That liberating feeling of being in the thick of a dangerous situation - and then realizing it's all a dream - surged through me. Fearless, I jumped over what was left of my thin shield of wood and sheet metal, that was my cubicle wall, I walked toward the gunmen, threatening to them all that they must either throw down their guns and walk away, or I was seriously about to fuck them all up, single-handedly.

Don't remember anything that happened after that, though.

10/13/2011
Fragment
I was at the summit of a huge mountain (which might have been Olympus, because I was focusing on the 'become a Greek God' Task of the Month), and fighting some giant, witch-like person/creature/thing. She had been chasing some girl (whom I think might have been MJ) and I through an roof-less corridor, toward the edge of the mountain, and then we would have to jump out of the way, at the last moment, to try to send her stumbling off of the cliffside. We actually failed at this, a time or two, and ended up falling off, ourselves. Then, the dream would 'reset' itself, and we would have to try again. The last time, all three of us went over the edge, and I was able to grab on to a ledge with one hand and help hold on to MJ with the other, while the witch plunged to her death.



10/14/2011
Dream Fragment One
I had been having sex with either MJ or GV. I can't remember which, but it was soon afterward, that I was sitting at my computer, while she slept in the background, naked. Someone walked into the room to tell me something. The door had already been open, and once they relayed the message, they looked over to see the girl, sprawled out on the bed, and then quickly stepped out, closing the door behind him as if he was embarassed at what he'd seen.

Later, I was in some bar with a couple of friends. I believe that K (ROTC) was one of them. He got up on stage and began doing some karaoke, which I usually wouldn't be caught dead doing (despite the fact that I can sing fairly well), but seeing him up there kind of emboldened me to do the same. (Actually, I remember a Facebook post from K, the other day, where he was talking about getting a singing group together, just for the hell of it.). I don't think I ever got a chance to sing, though.


Dream Fragment Two
I really only remember on scene out of this. I was being chased by an enormous, armored horse and rider, through a path in the woods. The horse was about the size of an elephant, and the muscular rider was fairly preportional. The horse continued to charge, as if it was looking to run me down, as a matter of its own, personal satisfaction. At some point during the chase, I was seeing myself from a third person perspective, and it was almost like I was 'guiding' myself through the woods. It felt like I was playing a video game, and I was the avatar. I don't remember ever actually have a controller or anything, but I noticed how hard it was to kind of 'control' myself, like the avatar wasn't very responsive to where I want to go, and it was really cumbersome to keep distance between my pursuer and myself.

so all i can remember of this dream is i was
i was trying to get my macbook pro and the only way to get it was to tell someone that worked at apple and they come back in one day and give it to you . So i waited a day and they bought me a old model which wasn't good enough to work with music so i kept sending them back and they would always bring me a shitty macbook. After that i woke up and fell back asleep. I remember being in a kids playground that was designed like shi no numa in call of duty 5. As i was swinging on the monkey bars a kid came and pushed me on the floor. He then somehow threw a ice skating shoe at me. It missed me and i ran towards the guy and rugby tackled him to the floor. All of a sudden he turned into a girl and i started putting my p**** in her mouth for some unknown reason. Then i woke up. Another non -lucid random ass dream

I don't remember where the previous dream ended, and this one started, but it was pretty disturbing. The parts that are worth talking about is playing contra, but we did something to the nintendo that made the graphics arcade quality. I also said something about dreaming, but I'm not sure if I was totally aware.

I don't remember what happens between that and the next part but....

I'm lucid, and I don't remember RCing or anything so it's safe to assume it was a MILD. I remember walking down this long hall, and getting into an argument with these women. It almost seemed like I was at a nurses station in a hospital because of the floors. I remember flying off upright like magneto, and entering another area that was full of people. The flight felt so weird this time it felt like something else was holding me in the air, instead of that "my own power" type feeling.

So I'm in this room, and I started playing around with the objects in there, making them float, and fly. I remember picking up this shoe and throwing it, and I stopped it just before it hit the ground, and made it return in my hands. Then some random DC walks by and grabs me by the balls! He was saying something to the other DCs about how I wasn't so powerful after all, and he walked off.

After that I lost all focus and I couldn't do anything. I went to a table that had a chess board to work on my skills. I moved individual pieces around one by one until I was able to get them off the ground. Then I flattened all the pieces, and turned them into a pile of quarters. I stepped back some, and lifted all the quarters about a foot off the table, and put them back on it. Then I tried lift the table, and was successful on the second attempt. From what i was learning, it seemed like I was "focusing in too hard" for what I was trying to accomplish, and that's why it wasn't happening.

After that, some DC came up to me, and decided it was plan B time, but it got weird. We found a quiet spot, and by the time we started going at it, she sort of turned fried chicken bones. WTF.

10/02/2011
"Return of the Living Dead"

Another zombie apocalypse dream. (They seem to be a recurring theme, recently.) I don't really remember much of this one, though. I had some family members with me, and a dog. (I've also been having a few pet dogs in my dreams lately. I've had the idea of getting a dog on my mind, a lot, so it seems to be seeping into my dreams.) There was a lot of random running and fighting, in this dream. The zombies were much faster in this dream, than they were in my recent, previous ones.

At one point, I remember being holed up in someone's house. The homeowner - a man, I believe - was sitting on the couch, which was about half the distance between the front door and myself. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a zombie came charging into the room, holding a chainsaw. He lunged toward the homeowner, and I turned to dash into the kitchen, immediately reaching for the knife set. I didn't actually see whether or not the homeowner got killed, because I was busy searching for a chef's/butcher's knife. There was none to be found, though - just a bunch of small knives and shears, that looked like they would make horrible weapons against the undead.

There was a transition, here, and I was in the back seat of a car. There was a man sitting next to me, and one of my family members on the other side of him. We'd eventually come to find out that the man had been bitten, and he was beginning to turn, while in the car with us. I kept screaming to my cousin N, who was driving, to pull over, because the man was transforming quickly. She just kept taking her sweet time, though, as if this wasn't a dire situation. While she leisurely pulled her way over to the side, I began grabbing the guy and pulling him over top of me, in order to throw him out of the vehicle while it was still rolling.

Dream Fragment Two (FA)
I 'woke up' in my bed, and was aware of the dog from my previous dream, lying on my floor. I wasn't exactly looking at it, but instead had my head down upon my bed, so where the dog would have been lying was actually below my field of view. I just kind of knew the dog was there. This struck me as weird, though, as I slowly began to realize that I didn't have a dog.

(What happened next was really strange, because I can't exactly tell if I was getting hypnopompic imagery, of if was actually waking up, and catching some residual dream imagery. As I began to sit up, I was actually awake, but the line between what I was seeing being either a dream or waking life completely blurred.)

Realizing this, I slowly began to lift my head. There was something there, but it couldn't have been a dog, because I didn't have one. I saw the top of a hairy figure begin to come into view, my eyes adjusting to my wakeful state. For a moment, I thought it might actually be a dog, but then I knew that didn't make sense. Moving my head a little bit higher, I saw what looked like my daughter's head, and then a little more of her body, beneath it. This also struck me as weird, because I knew that my door was locked. It was almost unmistakably her, though, even though I could only see the most vague impression of her. She seemed to be lying on my floor, reading something out of a book. I could almost make out all of the details of her figure, but then, just like that...her image was completely gone - replaced by a few articles of clothing that were actually on my floor.

(I was now undeniably awake, with my head already lifted from my pillow, and all of the lingering images had completely faded away. I did quite a few reality checks, but I was definitely awake, and had been for the majority of this strange position. Even looking back on it, when I first awoke, I couldn't really determine when I actually stopped dreaming.)

DJ Log: October 7, 2011 – 9:45PM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: When I came home from work today, I was quite tired. After getting laundry started, I laid down a took a nap at around 7:00pm. I woke up nearly 3 hours later, and wrote this down.)

I am at a large multi-stage outdoor electronic music festival. I hook up my stage and power it up, then do a sound check. The first DJ comes on and starts playing, and then I walk off to check out the other stages. I walk past another stage area that is still setting up, and find a couple of friends. I stop and bullshit with them for a bit, then I hear music start in another area. I walk over and there is a small sound system sitting on the tailgate of a truck. Unexcited, I walk off again. As I walk, I find some guys talking about all of the drugs they have for sale. One guy tells me about this brand new drug called USB. I am skeptical, but I buy a pill from him. I don't take it, but rather just stick it in my pocket for later.

I walk down along a fence line and see some electrical cabling that looks like it was left over from another gig. There is a transformer laying on the ground that looks like someone tried to set on fire. It's covered in ashes and is halfway stuck into the ground. Just as I am looking at it, a couple of people walk by and start chatting with me about when the next stage is going to turn on. I walk with them back to an empty stage area and find my brother spinning a record on a single turntable. Just as we're starting to catch up, the stage next to us turns on their sound system and does a sound check. My brother takes the record and puts it back in his case.

One of the guys that was walking with me comes up and points at the record player, asking, “What is this round disk thingy? What is this? Huh?” He grabs the tone arm and grinds it back and forth into the platen, then twists and bends it all around. He pushes the turn table off the stage, knocking it onto the ground. I stand up, ready for a fight and say, “What the fuck did you do that for?” He backs up a bit, then raises his fists and comes toward me. I put one leg up on the stage, then the other. He lunges at me and I grab him and wrestle him to the ground. As I pound on him, he says, “OK, I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new turn table.” I let him up and he starts babbling about some random bullshit. I remind him that he just broke my turn table, and he walks back over and looks at it. I pick it up and see that the case is broken, the tone arm is all bent up, and the power cord has been severed. He says, “I'll take it over here and get it fixed.” He picks it up and walks off.

The stage next to us puts on the first DJ. I look over to see that they have a huge line of subwoofers on the front of the stage and a few main PA speakers on risers, just off the stage ends. I walk over to hear the sound, and notice that there is hardly any bass at all. I walk along the row of subs and then through the space behind the mains. There is a security guy sitting on the stage who looks at me while I walk past. As I come out from behind the speakers, there are two more that are looking at me funny. One of the guys says to me, “What, do you think this is some kind of a dream or something? You can't just walk around all over the place like that.” I reply, “Sure I can, silly. This is just a dream. I can do whatever I want.” He looks at me with a puzzled look, the walks away.

I walk back toward my stage, deciding to stop in and check out everything inside my utility tent. I open the tent and see several boxes stacked in the corner and all of the packing material that has spilled out of one which fell over. I go in the tent and stuff all the bubble wrap back into the box and close it. I put the box on the pile, then exit the tent. I ask my brother, “Have you seen my camera?” He replies, “I think it's still in your truck.” I walk toward my truck and wake up.

When I wake up, I realize what just happened. , followed by

I don't know even know where this thing started. I remember talking to this Indian guy on the phone about the appointment I had today. They said it was at 11:30...I didn't think much about it.....I can't figure out for the life of me when I actually got lucid. I remember throwing things around with telekinesis and flying. There were a lot of DC's. I was in a fight with one....one of those super tough ones, but I don't know what happened...maybe that triggered it.

I summoned LL to find out what her problem was, and as soon as she showed up, some other girl was about to fight her. I broke them up, and there was big crowd behind both of us, and one of the guy DC's was looking at me like he wanted some. I told him he was barking up the wrong tree and as soon as he tried rushing me I gave him a three piece combo, and made this fence materialize between us. I decided to test my hand at flying, but I put a twist to it. I was flying magneto style for a bit. Music started playing, so I continued dancing, while flying. It was like I was walking on air. I saw my car below, so I landed on it, and flew off with it while it was under my feet. It was harder to get a good altitude with the car though, and when I landed I saw my fathers truck rushing me. I stopped it with my bare hands and woke up