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I was in a forest with my language arts class, and everyone was hiding. I believe we were playing some kind of hide and seek game. I couldn't find any place to hide, so I lifted up a tree trunk to see that it was made of plastic, and hollow on the inside. I jumped in and closed the top. Then I fell over, and my teacher came over and found me.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was a hot day. I was walking up a slope in a desert forest. The soil was grey and dry. There were pine trees, well-spaced, and shrubs and boulders.

I somehow sensed an animal stirring behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see an animal I first thought of as a deer starting up from behind a boulder.

The deer seemed to be afraid of me, so that it wouldn't move. So I turned around and walked away, hoping to calm the animal.

The deer now rushed out from behind the boulder and past me, coming a little close. It was probably still afraid of me. It scared me a little, too. It was very big. I now thought of it as an elk, even though it was colored like a deer.

I now turned to my left and was walking toward a path or road. There were no trees in this area, and the sun was bright. From behind a smaller boulder sprung another deer-like animal. This one was dark mahogany, almost like an elk. But it only came up to my waist.

The little animal was really friendly. So I decided to pet it. It began licking me. But then it got too clingy with me. It began kissing and sucking my hand. I couldn't escape from the animal. It almost seemed to be coiling around me. And it was slobbering all over me.

I knew people said that wild animals with rabies first act really friendly with people. I wondered if this animal had rabies. If it did, and it was slobbering all over me, if was probably exposing me to rabies.

I managed to free myself from the animal. I was now on the path. There were a black man and woman on the path with me. Off to my left was a small, nice, wooden bridge that overlooked a wide, shimmering valley or gleaming lake.

The woman was telling me how she was poor and hungry. She was trying to get me to give her money so she could get some food. But I had a feeling that she only wanted to feel me out to see if she could use me to get a lot of money.

But the man told the woman to stop complaining and to get onto assistance. The man said that where we were, in South Africa (?), people could get really good food assistance.

Dream #2

I was watching a true-crime TV show, kind of like "Unsolved Mysteries," probably with my family. The segment was about some woman who had been murdered by her boyfriend.

The murder was pretty gruesome. But, for some reason, what struck me more was how irresponsible and neglectful the woman had been in her life. I took as a sign of this the woman's obsession with collecting little "cute" toys.

One of these toys stood up on a bookshelf. It was a little, black rabbit. I somehow knew that the rabbit was controlled by a stylus, as if it were something like a touch-screen Game Boy.

I was standing -- somewhere -- with my sister. I was showing her that I knew how to play with these "cute" animals as well. The "cute" animal was basically a screen like an iPad screen, surrounded with white fur.

I was now walking around outside with a tall, fattish white man. The man had stubbly cheeks and wore a baseball cap and a too-tight, pale yellow t-shirt. We were walking through some small mountain town that looked partly lke an old western town and partly like a modern town.

The man and I were crossing some bridge from one section of town to another. After that we walked up a hill of buildings that kind of looked like Old West buildings.

I was telling the man about my job. The man said that my job sounded pretty good. I started to worry that the man would think I was bragging and either try to cut me down or take my job away. So I thought I should tone down my enthusiasm.

I told the man that the job was good for somebody like me because it was a project that was just starting out. It was good for people like me who had volatile emotions. I found it physically hard to say "volatile emotions."

The man asked me what I meant. I explained -- while shrouding my head with a towel (???) -- that I could suddenly get angry really easily.

I was still talking to the man when he veered us into some building that looked partly like an Old West saloon and partly like a modern cafe. I hadn't even quite realized we'd gone inside.

The man veered off to the left and left me behind. He told me he wasn't trying to avoid me. But he just had something important to take care of. He went to the counter.

I stood around for a bit, then decided that maybe I should get something while I was here. But I needed to get money first. So I went to an ATM just to the right of the counter.

Just to the right of the ATM was a table at which sat three ladies. The ladies were all dressed like from the Old West. I felt like I owed the ladies something. So it didn't seem right that I should be getting money out of the ATM right in front of them.

The man walked over to the table and I followed. Apparently the man and I had done something for the ladies. Now the man was looking for our repayment.

The head lady addressed the man. The lady was tall and stately, with a firm, shapely figure. She wore a dress with red and maroon stripes, a corset-like waist, and puffed-out sleeves. She had her greying hair up in a very fancy coiffure.

The lady handed us two tickets as repayment. I looked at my ticket. It was white with peach-pink writing. It said that it was good for any one sporting event, anywhere in the world, at any time.

The woman said she had discussed our repayment with her lawyer, and that this type of repayment balanced being the best for us and the most convenient for her. And since she'd discussed it with her lawyer, it was legally protected. So we shouldn't try to fight her for any other type of repayment -- such as, I guess, the money we'd probably expected.

The man and I walked away. We were probably back outside. The man was disappointed at first. But then he said that this gift was actually good, and quite a feminine gift, because it balanced the boyish and adult sides of a man.

I thought the gift was cheap, and I couldn't figure out why the man seemed satisfied with it. But, either as or after I woke, I began to realize that I could go to any sporting event in the world, at any time. I began trying to decide what sporting event I would go to.

First

I’m in a city, walking a road downhill. There is someone else with me. I hear a woman scream down the hill. It’s cold and slippery and she has fallen. She complains about her wrist, but her elbow is dislocated. I pull it a bit and it pops back in.

Second

I’m in a forest, walking on a path. There is a camping centre, I apparently have a room there, and I go in. I share my room with another person, vaguely familiar. I remember a task that I have, there are five rings that I need to destroy, and I need to do something after that. I have already found three, so there are two left. This is some kind of a game.

I notice one of the five people carrying the rings. I grab his hand and see that he has several rings. I recognize the one that I need, though, and just grab them all. I run outside and throw the other rings around to slow the person down. There is a clay oven and I throw the ring there. When the person reaches me, the ring is already gone, and he seems a bit disappointed that he lost it so easily.

So there is still one ring left. I don’t remember who has it, but I have written the names down on a piece of paper in my back. I return to my room to have a look.

I had this dream when I was five and have had the same dream three times after. The last time I had it was eight years ago. I am now nineteen.

This dream starts out in a beautiful forest somewhere. The sun is shining through the tall trees (which is rare since 99% of my dreams are cloudy during the daytime). The only sounds are that of the grass beneath my feet as I walk and the soft rustling of the tree branches in the wind.

I'm walking through said forest when I come across two wooden doors standing by themselves near the edge of a darker part of the forest. The door on the left slowly opens.

Through the left door is an arcade with a lot of people in it. This room seems packed to maximum capacity, yet the people there walk around with ease. I take one step towards the left door when the right door begins to open.

Through the right door is a boardwalk amusement park with not so many people. There are a lot of concession stands and game stands but the only ride visible is the ferris wheel right at the edge of the boardwalk.

I enter through the right door. Instantly, I am surrounded by my family (five, including me) who are all smiling at me. I smile back and look to the ferris wheel. Behind it, the sun is setting on the horizon. The water reflects the sun, making the view even more beautiful.

The dream skips to where my family and I are in one of the cars on the ferris wheel and we are slowly ascending to the top of the ferris wheel. We get to the very top and the ferris wheel stops. My family is still smiling as I turn from them to look at the sunset once again. I turn back and they're gone... but not only them. All of the people who I saw at the boardwalk have disappeared. The sound of the rustling trees is still clearly heard. All alone, I stare off into the sunset. I begin to cry.

I wake up with tears streaming down my face.

To this day, I don't know if I was crying because I was alone, because of the beauty of the sunset, or both.

Adventure

I am on a flying object with my brother. Apparently, I have won a trip for two on this flying object, whatever it is. I decided to take my brother along. It seems to be a huge structure, thousands of feet high, with a flat platform at the top and two legs stretching to the ground below. As it glides, the legs pass through wooded hillsides. I wonder about the possibility of the legs breaking the trees, or something.

I seem to know that I am dreaming without becoming lucid. I am able to change the arrangement of the structure's platform by thinking about it, and try to arrange things so that we have a good view of the landscape below us. We walk towards the middle of the platform, where there is a large opening. I try to widen the opening so we have a nice view, but seem to have difficulty doing so. I move half of the floor up at an angle, but we still don't get a great view.

At some point, we end up on the ground in the woods. It seems that this is our destination. Now there are a few of us travelling, and it is getting dark. We can hear things in the trees around us, and a large creature moves above. The creature swoops down a few yards off to the left from us, and I see that it is a prehistoric "Terror Bird". In reality, Terror Birds were flightless, while in my dream this one had huge wings and flew rather well. It was a pretty bird, although somewhat menacing. It also appeared to have human characteristics, and possibly a face. I theorize that this creature is the origin of the Moth Man sightings, although my scientific explanation for the apparition doesn't lessen our danger any. The bird is a predator, and doesn't look very friendly at the moment.

We decide to seek shelter. I duck behind a tree, thinking that perhaps this will make it more difficult for the bird to swoop down at me. Someone decides to light a fire to frighten the bird away. I seem to recall this working, at any rate the bird leaves us alone...

...I have a fuzzy recollection of a train that I need to get on. There is disaster coming, and the train is like Noah's Ark. People are flooding to get on it, but some people who look religious/important are deciding who gets on and who doesn't. The people who can't get on run away very fast, and I have a feeling that despite the urgency of the important looking people they may still be able to save themselves. As things progress, it turns out that the important Pharisees are actually some sort of scam, and the train won't save anyone. In fact, it may be the opposite...

...It seemed like this dream went on for hours. After much travelling, we end up "home" in something like an office building of my old college (which I dream about sometimes) and the hospital I now work in. I am making rounds of some sort, seeing people who were part of the big adventure. We are all exhausted, perhaps some of us are injured, and we have lost everything. It seems like a not so good ending to such an experience, although we are happy to be alive. I and my wife (? I'm not married in RL) have lost our money, and our farm (?). We had hoped to have some kind of a return on our investment through this trip, but now we have nothing. But a letter comes through the mail. It turns out that back in the woods I had a theory that there was lots of gold. It turns out that there was, just where I said. Someone has stumbled across it in the very spot where we were dealing with the Terror Bird. That somehow makes our journey a success.

Happily, the man is friend or family, and is going to share his white gold (which looks like cottage cheese) with us. We will have all the money we need now.

Phlebotomy Phragment

I am in the hospital. I am apparently supposed to either give someone a vaccination or draw blood from them. Heading towards the patient's room, I realize that I have never done this before. The phlebotomist that I am with assures me that it is easy to do, and that people are tougher than I think. Even though my hands are shaky, they won't care if I shake the needle around during the procedure.

17th of January
22nd LD
Dream.Lucid.Comments/awake

Something about some talent show, I got a sudden urge to run through a dark forest at night. I had a flashlight with me. The forest contained a bears and wolfs, but I just ran past them, even jumped over one of the wolfs. Finally after running for 5 minutes, I arrived to a backyard. The backyard looked exactly like mine. Suddenly two wolves charged towards me, but I started kicking them, then I leaped over them. An afro-american man came to the scene with a chainsaw, but somehow he knew why I kicked his dogs. (The wolves were his dogs) He dropped the chainsaw and laughed, then I suddenly knew it was a dream. Well did a little stabilising, then I (for no reason) pushed him, he flew a little and laughed. He pushed me back I flew way more. I asked him how he did it. He started teaching me about using elements. (Possible DG?) After a while of teaching, my brother showed up and he started throwing logs at me. For the first time in LDs I super jumped. Managed to jump on my roof, but I fell down. Started losing the dream.

Well that was my first DJ entry. I will be posting more of my lucids and awesome dreams.

29th of April, 2011

On a road trip with Nooks somewhere in the US.
Stopped and got out into a curious little plaza* adjacent to a road. It was a wonderful, sunny day.
We went for a stroll around the neighbourhood and noticed that all the houses were really odd. All totally unique and situated among each other unlike anything I’ve ever encountered in the dream or waking life. Some had ramparts, others were really thin and windy, lots were colourful. It was kind of Suess-ish in a more ‘normal’ way. I mentioned that it would be a really awesome place to go trick-or-treating.
Anyway, we found ourselves walking in a roughly hewn underground tunnel with dingy electric lights hanging from the roof. At some point during our walk I realised it was a dream and we exited the tunnel into a lovely green, bright forest. We went jumping around. Nooks was sitting in the grass playing an instrument– guitar or violin. I lay down in the grass and tried to shrink myself just for fun. It kind of worked but was a bit of a struggle so instead I climbed a tree to see the cool houses again but woke up.

Lay still in bed trying to get back to sleep.

Found myself climbing (literally, up the cabinets and stuff) in a kitchen and was still lucid. I ran down the hallway at speed and vaulted without a second thought over the balcony, falling at speed and crushing my car all awesome superhero style. I jogged down the street and decided to see my special door** again.
As I approached it, I woke up.


*Why am I always dreaming of plazas?
**See the DJ Entry "The First Recorded Lucid"

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

(Sorry for the late post, busy day today.)

I was roaming my school doing some sort of shenanigans with a friend of mine, and the school was empty. We weren't supposed to be wandering around. It reminds me of the the newer Harry Potter films, when students are often found wandering around corridors and have a distinct lack of classes. I couldn't tell if class was in session or if the school was just deserted; but there were no staff or students around. The only other person I met in the dream was an old man, perhaps fifty years of age, and of African decent, on a single empty school bus. He didn't seem to care my friend and I were snooping all over the place, and eventually he transported us to a foresty neighborhood. There was some more to the dream, I remember standing on a flat, white roof and feeling overall impressive.

I had another dream in the early morning, I was part of some sort of group of people around my age, give or take a couple years, probably a range of around 13-16. It was at night in a pine forest, I think.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in group meeting room with about twenty other people. The room was only partly lit, with a drab, greenish white, fluorescent light.

The room was divided into two parts. The back part was kind of empty, with maybe a long, folding table. The front part had a few couches and chairs. Most people were in or near the front part. The area was so full that people were standing up behind the back couch.

I had been standing way back in the back area, by myself. But now I walked forward to listen to what was going on. A young woman was leading the discussion. She sat on a couch on my right side.

To the woman's right, on the same couch, and on another couch, probably the back couch, sat two young men who looked a lot alike. They were both tall, thin, pale, and shaved-headed. They wore nice, casual khakis and dress shirts. I felt like I'd known both of the guys from high school.

I came to understand that this was a group discussing alien abductions. Aliens existed and were among us, in a very obvious way. And, somehow, the young woman was serving as something like a go-between, between the aliens and the people in this room.

Some of us in the room had been abducted. Others of us were, apparently, trying to be convinced to volunteer for abduction.

I was now sitting on a couch opposite the young woman. The man to the young woman's right was now speaking about his own abduction experience. I now realized that the young man's head had been shaved by the aliens, while they'd experimented on him.

The woman asked the man if the experience was really bad. The man said that most of the experience didn't really bother him at all.

The only part the man hated, he said, was when the aliens did a mental probe on him. He said that it felt really terrible to have all his memories drawn up. He could see them. But he wasn't controlling them. And he knew he was only watching them because someone else -- the aliens -- wanted to see them.

The man mentioned another part of the experiment he hated. As the man described it, it first sounded to me like the aliens had put the man through some kind of system where they'd caused his body to work as if it were under a lot of stress. But then the man said that the aliens had actually shut down the man's body entirely. He was dead, but still conscious.

This man's discussion was supposed to convince people that alien abductions weren't so bad. It didn't convince me. I got up and walked toward the back area. But I knew the second man was going to talk. I wanted to listen to him as well. I think I may still have been considering volunteering for an abduction.

Dream #2

I was in a group meeting room, like in the first dream. It was divided into two areas. The front area was full of people, and the back area only had a few people. I think most of the people were Indian. The room was warm with incandescent light.

On the right wall a movie was playing. All the couches in the front area were arranged to face the movie, like a makeshift movie theatre. I think everybody had plates of food.

There were plent of seats open on the couch. So I sat down on one. The couch felt really nice. It was a dull blue or pink, and it had a kind of soft, crushed velvet feel to it.

I looked up at the movie. Some really pretty Indian girl was either being taught or teaching someone how to make a kind of honeyed bread. It basically looked like a cornbread square, glazed in honey, with a walnut in the center, on top.

The girl was dressed in a traditional Indian outfit. There was a sense of sexuality, romance, and tradition all wrapped up in the food making.

I got the idea that this screening was a kind of preview for the film. The film wasn't finished yet, and we were all supposed to give our feedback on it, so that it could be tweaked for more audience enjoyment.

But I started to wonder if maybe this film wasn't a bit too stereotypical toward Indians, what with the food-making and tradition and so forth. I wondered if Indians would be offended by a film like this.

It didn't occur to me that the film was actually Hindi (it was -- it had English subtitles), and that pretty much everybody else in the room was Indian.

There was a father-like man standing near the couches. He had dark skin and a bit of a pot belly. He wore a button-up shirt of really nice, pale-blue material and nice, dark slacks. I thought I might go hang out with him, since I figured he'd have a better idea about all this stuff than I did.

Dream #3

It was daytime. I was walking through a forest, probably a pine forest. I was walking along a slope, not on any trail. The pine trees were all spaced well apart. The ground itself was black. It may have been black cinder soil, or (I think now) the forest could have been burnt down.

There must have been a road at the top of the slope, up to my right. Suddenly people came blasting down the slope! They were all laying, extended straight out, with their legs crossed and their arms crossed over their chests. And they were propelled so that they were rolling, tumbling, down the slope.

I followed these people down the slope. I reached a point where there was a cliff. I couldn't go any farther. The cliff must have been about fifty meters high. It ended with a flat valley of forest, of the same black-soiled, or charred look as the area up around me.

But one of the rolling, tumbling people, in his movement, had rolled right off the cliff.

I suddenly knew that this was all some game. People were thrown, almost at random, down the slope. There were all kinds of random land formations down the slope. Depending on fate, and the skill of the person, the person either would or wouldn't survive going down the slope. Survival, as well as something else, would determine who won this game.

But this person's path had been directly toward this cliff. There were a few places, going down the cliff, where the person managed to grab hold for a moment. But everything in the cliff was really soft. The cliff was like some shelf of really soft, brown coal.

Finally the person managed to grab onto a thick tree root that was growing out of the cliff wall. It might have been able to get him over to a thin ledge.

But it was obvious that the root was dead and rotten. The more the man pulled up on it, the more it was shifting its way out of the cliff. And, besides, even if the man got to the ledge, he'd be trapped there. There was no way down.

So the man just gave in to the fact that he'd lost. He either let go of the tree root or held onto the tree root until it finally snapped out of the cliff. The man fell maybe about twenty meters and died on impact.

There were already a bunch of people down on the ground by now -- some alive, some dead. The living had set themselves out in the valley, as if they were going to camp there for the night. Some of the living headed over to the man's body after they saw that he'd fallen to his death.

I walked back up the slope. I reached the top of the slope, where the road was. I saw cars passing along the road. I then understood that the people were tossed out, in their rolling positions, from the cars. This was what gave them such great speed (??? -- in a perpendicular direction?). I may even have seen another batch of people thrown out from the cars.

I think my mom, or at least somebody I knew, was up around here. I'm pretty sure, anyway, that somebody was calling my name or talking to me, probably from a slight distance, maybe even across the road from me.

I may have spoken a little bit with the person who had been speaking to me. But, even though I think the person was looking forward to me helping them with something, I told the person that I would be back in a moment.

I knew there was a really safe way to get down into the valley. I walked down the slope and kept going forward, in the direction of the road. The cliff merged into the slope farther along, and the slope became very mild.

I walked down along the mild slope to the valley. I figured that once I got down to where everybody was, I'd help bury the man I'd seen die, out of respect for him. But I also probably figured that I'd help bury all the dead. This game didn't make any sense.

Dream #4

I was sitting in some restaurant, probably a fast-food restaurant. It was daytime, and there was plenty of light coming in from the windows. There were a lot of people in the restaurant. The place felt packed, busy, and humid, like a coffee-warmed store on a winter's day.

I sat on the right side of a table for four. A police woman sat across the table from me. I don't think either of us had any food. The woman was white, kind of short, a bit overweight, with a round, pale face. She had frizzy, red-brown hair, drawn back in a braided pony tail. She had kind of thin eyes, pale blue-green. She looked like she may have been in her early twenties.

The woman was telling me something about how disappointed she was in me. I'd either done or said something that had really gone against her expectations of me.

Now she was pretty much through with me. I knew this was bad for me because, since she was a cop, now that she was through with me, she'd probably have the other cops start giving me a bad time.

The woman stood up to leave. I may have stood up to try to get her back. But I don't think I really knew what to say. So I probably gave up and sat back down just as soon as I'd stood.

Dream #5

In my head, I was talking with either my old friend R or his first or second wife. I'm pretty sure that the conversation eventually became between the first wife, N, and myself. As I had this conversation in my head, I was cleaning out a bathtub in a bathroom with kind of dim, warm, incandescent light.

I was telling N that I hated even talking to her and R. They seemed to love making me feel inferior to them. It was even like they operated as a team, taking turns saying nitpicky things or one-upping me, when the other person couldn't find the right thing to say.

I probably said that this was why I didn't want to go to some thing that N had invited me to. This probably ended the conversation.

As I was finishing the conversation, I noticed that my efforts to clean the bathtub were really failing. I'd sprayed cleaner all over the tub, and I was wiping the tub off with a sponge.

But I just seemed to be taking whatever grime there was in the tub and spreading it all over the entire tub. The spray bubbles themselves only seemed to be gathering up the grime and expanding it, so that now my tub's surfaces seemed to be coated in soapy grime.

I might possibly have realized that I'd need to wipe and re-wipe the surfaces before I got all this stuff off. The first spraying was to get everything wet. I'd have to spray again. Then the wet stuff would start coming off, leaving the surface clean.

Dream #6

A commercial from the late 1970s. A thin, prettyish, blonde woman was pushing a cart through a grocery store. A male narrator was talking about wise choices a mother should make while shopping.

The "wise choices," obviously, meant buying whatever product the narrator was advertising.

The view then switched to a view from the cart. The woman's face was framed in a circle in the center of the screen. The rest of the screen was black. This was supposed to be the view of the woman's baby, who was sitting in the cart.

The woman was making all kinds of kissy faces to the baby. The male narrator was now saying, in connection with making wise choices while shopping, that a baby will always imitate whatever a mother does. This implied that the baby was probably making kissy faces back to the mother.

Suddenly the mother let out a flat, kind of raspy burp. The mother was surprised, and a little apprehensive. She knew the baby would probably imitate her burp.

The view now shifted to a view more like the mother's view. The "baby" in the cart was actually a pretty, skinny girl, maybe seven years old. She was sitting in the basket of the cart, rather than the seat of it. But I felt like she was probably too old to sit in the cart, like a baby would.

Sure enough, the little girl, kind of looking up to her mother like a baby would, burped, in almost the same way as her mother did.

It was then nighttime. The mother was in her bedroom, which was pretty big. It was dark. But somehow the mother could be seen, maybe in a nightgown, masturbating.

The little girl, standing in the hallway in only underwear and a tank-top, was watching the mother through a crack in the door. With a baby-like mentality, the little girl thought she'd copy the mother, in front of the mother.

I walk through a forest with Ondrej Skrbek. For some reason, there are people checkin on us. There is one of those police people, that normally can be seen checking parking tickets. She stops us and start asking questions. Skrbek then start explaining. The funny part is that he refers to his parents as "my wife and husband". I try to correct him, but he didn't gets it. I can see on the lady, that she understands. I am thinking "damn man, you are making us look like fool eastern Europeans".

M I R A G E

Me And My Family Are In A Car.(In A City,Maybe New Orleans) My Parents Mention Something About Cousins And A Picture Of Their House Is Flashed Several Times(Except,Their House Seems Abandoned,Rustic,And Run Down.)The City Scene Shifts To An Indoor Rollerskating/Wrestling Arena/ Paintball Store.There Are Gym Mats Everywhere.I Am Then Taking Rollerskating Lessons From A Black Male.(I Actually Met This Guy In Real Life At A Local Skatepark ) After Awhile He Says '"Let's Take A Break." The Scene Shifts,The Black Male Is Trying To Sell Me Paintball Gear Or Maybe Rollerskates.Later, We Watch A Wrestling Match Between A Very Buff Woman And 2 Buff Men.Someone Screams And I Look Behind Me.The Wall Is Completely Gone And A Stormy Ocean Has Appeared.Very Gloomy.Lightning Strikes And Then A Huge Tsunami Hits .It Crashes And I'm Blind For A Few Seconds.When I Regain Vision,A King Figure Comes Out Of The Water With Followers.They're Carrying Candles And Chanting.Everyone,Including Myself,Start To Huddle.The Scene Shifts As Were Walking Into A Hilly Forest Area. My Deceased Grandfather Appears And Is Connected To Me By A Harness And Rope .As Everyone Continues To Travel Uphill, My Grandfather Disappears And We All Arrive At A House From One Of My Earlier Dreams.As We Arrive I Begin To Here Very Loud Noises.(Like Chainsaws And Lawnmowers). I See A Truck With Lawncare Equipment.(I Later Discover Once I Wake Up That The Loud Noises I Heard Are From My Mom Using The Blender In The Kitchen)When I Look At The House I See My Grandfather Sitting On The Front Porch Steps ,Smiling.

-End Of Dream-

Inside a castle, with reddish tint. Betrayal. A king and his wife. The wife was killed by an assassin. I was a knight of sorts. I went to the dungeons to talk to someone. A prisoner?

I was walking outside with some people. Forest-like. Then we finally emerged beside a mall, SM. But it was difficult to cross the wide puddle of water on the soil. One of our friends, a girl, wanted to save the bees, and released them.

Walking... walking down to my old workplace in the call center. But the place is different. It was afternoon. The place looked like a forest. I had to jump over some obstacles. I asked the people there if this is the right place. They said yes, and pointed to the right direction.

I arrived... at school, in college. I was going to take an exam. I saw Ridane in one of my examination. He was complaining. We went home, on a taxi. The driver preferred to have the windows on the driver side and the front passenger side open, for some reason. But it's raining, so he got wet, as well as the inside of the taxi. I looked outside at the unfamiliar place, with lots of construction being done. There was no passenger in front of me, but there are two ladies to my left. I don't know who they are. They're just talking with each other. It was a bumpy ride.

We arrived at Victorias, and Ridane invited me to stop by. I said sure, I'll just go home at 10 p.m., at the latest. There was a party, like a birthday, or at least a celebration. There were pork dishes. I talked to a girl there. She asked about Ridane. I told her how he complained that the examiner was late, and how he complained when the exam was cancelled. She was sitting down, taking off her shoes (?) while I told her.

I was at home, with sis. We just studied something from a book (?). I went out to our front yard and told her I want to fly. I jumped and tried to fly, but I couldn't. I asked her why. She said something about waiting for mom. We had a pet out in the yard, something that dived into the watery area.

Flight. We arrived in Manila to get something. We're going back in the evening. I asked sis what time, and she said 2700H, or around 9 p.m. (yes, it's not freakin' military time). It was morning so she thinks we still have time, but I told her best to get our tickets already. I still have to go back (here or somewhere else) tomorrow, and then go back home tomorrow afternoon/evening. I just turned my back, and before I know it, she's back and has printed, and even organized the printed "tickets" into folders. I was surprised.

Then I asked her if she included a photocopy of her ID as well, since she used her card to buy the tickets. Otherwise, I won't be able to board the plane. She said no, she didn't bring her IDs. I crossed to the other side of the street at an ATM to withdraw money. I entered the wrong password. Tried again, got it right. I checked my balance and it showed only a little over 3,000. That didn't seem right.

I was in a dark, dank and empty castle. There are streaks of black all over the place. It is filled with shadows. I am in search of something. The exit?

There's a monster after me. A creature bigger than I. It is pure black, and looks like a skeleton beast. It reminds me of the Balrog in the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, except that it walks on all four legs.

It has been stalking me, and I keep evading it. I know I won't be able to fight it myself. Then I saw my mentor; a hunter. He was walking when I saw the shadow behind him. I shouted "Master, behind you!" He struggled with the shadow demon.

Meanwhile, I was looking around to make sure nobody attacks him from behind. I tried to check the corridor to my right, but it leads down, to the catacombs, with an air of dread. I decided not to hang out in that area. I slowly approached my mentor who was still struggling with the shadow beast, and I walked backwards toward him, watching our back. It looked like a middle ages castle.

Then one creature appeared. I shot him with... something. A gun? A spell? It disappeared. Then another one appeared. A vampire! He looks like a vampire from the HoMM3. He's stronger, and the "gun" didn't work on him. I hurried to free my ceremonial knife from my belt, and tried to stab him in the chest. But it didn't go deep. It just looked at me. I pushed harder, and it went through.

I was flying wildly in the forest. I was with some allies. They also have magical abilities. We were looking for something, or being chased by something. We had to open a portal, or at least go through an open portal. The atmosphere/air/space ahead of us looked like a multicolored vibration as the portal opens. Some are trying to stretch it. Eventually, me, and perhaps some of the others, went through.

I was in the "real" world. I was in a supermarket. They were selling nuts, and they're stored in a freezer. I saw a mirror and saw that I was fat. These are some of my mentors in N21.

I was walking near the Bacolod cemetery in the middle of the street with Grey. I crossed the street, and looked back. He disappeared. I grew furious at whoever took him. I searched. I entered an internet cafe.

I was with a group of rebels, in a forest of sugarcane. We were avoiding an army that is chasing us. Then we realized that there's some people up ahead. We can hear them.

We started to change direction, and we noticed that there's another group behind us. They're trying to trap us. We went sideways instead. I went ahead to scout the area, being the fastest in the group. I hid behind the trees and tried to survey the area.

I ran along the cliff behind the trees. I ended up in a "store" of sorts, in the middle of the mountain. It offers food and rest area. There was an old woman who was selling food. I bought some from her, but she was hesitant. I ate the food, but it was poisoned. She apologized because she was paid/threatened.