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Dream #1

It was daytime. I was out on a street somewhere, probably in Brooklyn. There were a lot of people out on the street. I was apparently really focused in on something I was doing. But some person, maybe an older, kind of fat, white man, was talking to me.

The man told me that there had been some huge thing having to do with guns just down the road. There may have been a small gunfight. But the really big deal about it was that there were a whole lot of people all gathered together, and they all either had or were making a lot of guns.

The street the man was talking about was just down the block and around the left corner. It suddenly occurred to me that I needed to go down that block. The person who had been talking to me told me not to go down that block. But I didn't have a choice. I needed to go.

I was now walking down the block. It was as bright and sunny there as on a summer day. To my left was some kind of tall, chain-link fence, like might be around a school. Beyond that, farther down the sidewalk, were some brownstone row-houses and some narrow, shortish apartment buildings.

But to my right, the street, just down the way from me, was filled with cars. The cars looked like 1970s cars, more like Cadillac style than hot-rod style. They were all parked at odd angles, right in the middle of the street.

There were people sitting and standing among the cars, as well as on the stoops of brownstones on the right side of the street. I think the people were mostly white, kind of overweight, with hair in a kind of buzz cut. They may have worn black t-shirts.

I could see that all these people were either making guns or cleaning up their guns. I knew that whatever they were doing, it was horribly illegal, and that I was probably walking through the middle of a really bad situation.

I just tried to act like I didn't see anything. A few guys on my side of the street were helping out the gun guys somehow. They seemed to be suspicious of me, wondering why I was walking around here. But my nonchalant attitude made them less worried about me.

I had realized -- at some point -- that I was here because I used to live here. I'd moved to a different place a long time ago. But for some reason, some of my mail was still being delivered here. I had to come back here and pick up some of my mis-delivered mail.

I walked up to one of the narrow, short apartment buildings. The door of the building was glass with bars behind it that looked like chrome bars, which just glared in the summer-bright light. This was where I used to live.

There was a circus-peanut orange colored card in the door, somehow, as if the card were sticking out of the bars -- even though the bars were *behind* the glass of the door!

I pulled the card out and looked at it. It was some kind of postal service request card, stating that all mail should be delivered to my new address. The address was the exact address of where I live nowadays IWL, except, perhaps, without the apartment number.

I still needed to get my old mail. So I walked into the apartment. Inside, the place looked like the interior of a nice brownstone row-house. There was a nice first floor hallway area, which, it seemed to me, led to a spacious living area, probably where my old landlady would have lived.

There was a staircase along the right wall. I walked up the staircase. The staircase ended with a doorway that opened into a hallway. Along the right wall of the hallway were rooms. People would rent the rooms and then share the bathroom and kitchen on this floor.

My old room had been the room closest to the doorway at the top of the staircase. The door to the room was wide open. The room was empty. It was like nobody had moved in there since I'd left. I think I was now questioning whether I hadn't left this place only very recently, and not a long time ago, like I'd thought before.

I went into the room. There was a bed that took up most of the room. On the left side there was a weird niche in the wall, like a closet. But the shelf in the closet was low: waist-high, so that it almost looked like it could be used as a writing desk.

The place was all dusty. Some of the dust in the corners and on the surfaces of things was so old and caked up that it was starting to get gummy.

Something about the fact that this place felt so abandoned, so quiet and empty, made me feel like I should move back here. I was starting to feel like I couldn't live in my new place anymore, anyway. So maybe I would see about moving back here.

I walked back down to the front door of the apartment. But as I was leaving, my old landlady was walking up to the front door. I had been hoping that I could get into and out of the house without her ever knowing I was here. I'd felt like if she saw me, she'd harrass me about something.

I opened the door for my landlady. I greeted her. I walked outside. But instead of going out into the neighborhood I'd just been in, I walked into a big front patio of a house, which had been converted into a sun-room. It had grass-green, plasticky-feeling carpeting. Beyond the sun-room, the neighborhood also looked much nicer.

My old landlady looked about the same, except that she was a bit heavier nowadays. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt. She told me that I still owed her my last week's rent. She'd thought that maybe that was why I was here.

I told my old landlady that I didn't owe her the money. I'd paid her everything when I'd left. I saw an image of my hands with a handful of bills. I was visually counting out everything I'd paid my old landlady before I'd left. I was even starting to think that I'd paid my landlady too much, and that she owed me some money.

But I knew it would be tough enough just to convince my landlady that I didn't owe her any money. I was trying to get my thoughts clear enough so that I could make the right argument. I didn't know if I could do it. It kept feeling like I was losing my train of thought.

As I was trying to pull my arguments together, my old landlady walked back toward the front door of this sun-room patio. My old landlady was talking to me about something, like she was still annoyed with me, but was trying to be friendly.

My old landlady spread out her arms, like she was taking in the sun. I noticed that the sides of my landlady's white, long sleeves had black designs on them.

The designs were very much like the flame-like emblems of the "tribal" genre of tattoos. But they also had a kind of "vintage," Ed Hardy kind of look. For some reason, seeing these tattoo-like designs on my old landlady's shirt made me wonder if my old landlady actually had tattoos.

I dreamed I was in F. F. in the bedroom of my grandparents.
He had come from a all-night stand (work or play, I do not know), and needed to sleep.
There was a lot of people in the bedroom, my mother, my grandmother and my father.
I sent everyone away so i could get some sleep.

After sleeping a while, i got out of the house. It was night time again. I walked for a while and stopped near a water fountain. I lay down on the grass that surrounds the fountain.
Herein comes G , T (peaceful-looking) and M and ask me what I was doing there. Suddenly there is more people around us, some of them are my acquaintances, others i don´t know.We are all having a party near a hot dog stand.
I was talking with Omnio.

I asked him if there was a way to speak between all network operators through messaging, and he replied:
"Yes, there is...it´s called mobile Messenger... in America."
As he was speaking, he was messing with a Nokia phone.

After I talk to him, I laid my blackberry touchscreen over a hood of a jeep and started talking to someone, I do not remember who.

A gang member approached me, and gave me a friendly punch in the right leg.

M begins to speak with him in Creole, and after talking to him, M turns to me and and says:

"Well, let's take a walk? This guy´s gang just want to get in trouble with us, and I don´t feel like it tonight. "

As the gang member steps away from us, the turns to M and says:

"You bounce, only when you´re with your friends!"

Me, T and M go for a walk through what appears to be narrow and old big city streets.
When we return to the hot dog stand, we saw a crowd in front of us...it was a riot! Two factions against each other. Our friends against the gang from the guy to whom M spoke.
One of our friends saw M, and said to him:
"Come, come, let us beat the hell out of them!"

M began to run towards the enemy faction.

The crowd grabbed him and I saw his arm disappearing into the crowd.
T and I started to "smash heads" to see if we could rescue M.
I grabbed a long black hair guy (looked like a typical heavy metal fan) that was grabbing the arm of M and started kicking and biting the arm of that guy. I pushed his hair until a little bit of the scalp of his head came out...he let M go.

I started to feel an electrical vibration through my body, and i teared his skull apart with my bare hands, i felt pieces of flesh from his scalp between my hands...my hands were covered in blood.
Before he died he said:

"This must be the new way to enjoy this scene."

The whole scene happened to the sound of Deftones - Back to School.

Only I could hear the music.

Mayatara's Dream

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Girl power
On a small self-sufficient community of women only. We live in a kind of fortress, but open and welcoming, because we never had troubles with anybody. Until the day that a bunch of guys, passing as wanderers, come by and we offer them shelter. Soon they start making really bad comments of sexual nature, making remarks about the girls beauty and so on. They also treat us badly, expecting us to serve all of their needs and I really mean all. We decide to put a stop on it and they turn violent. The most disappointing is to see that the girls quitting the fight immediately, in fear. They accept the situation as unavoidable and I find myself alone in the struggle. I conclude I can't do much on my own and decide to wait for a better moment to do something about it. To defend myself from their sexual abuses I keep myself dirty, smelly and really, really ugly. I endure their comments on how disgusting I am, but at least I'm not raped as the others. One day though, they even turn to me, wanting to gang rape me. But I know this place better than they do and I escape them through the ventilation system and get inside the walls. I find out that I am good at parkour!
I stay in the "secret" areas of the building, just watching them and nagging them whenever I can, so they keep looking for me. I have a plan to trap them in a kind of shaft and I need them to follow me there. One day I manage to attract them to this place and I shut some really heavy doors behind them. They are in a weak position, below me in this kind of shaft. Meanwhile I have called the girls to come and help me, as they also know the secret paths through the walls. I call them to join the fight and beat the guys, but they are still afraid of them, so I jump down into the shaft to start the fight, hoping they'll follow me, but they just stay in their upper position, beating them occasionally with a stick on their heads or something. It helps, but I have to do all the hard work of kicking their asses.

Saving Jon Stewart
I'm having dinner with Jon Stewart, at his home. He is wearing a grey or beige shirt and he looks adorable. I'm so in love with him and he is even more in love with me. He smiles at me, almost melting in delight and I caress his face. I realize this can only be a dream and I start laughing about it. I tell him "Jon, my dear. I'm really loving being here with you and the whole romantic scene, but unfortunately this is just a dream." He says "Whaaatttt?" and looks really puzzled, but I keep nodding my head and he seems to start accepting that I may be right. I tell him that this makes no sense, that I'm just some girl he never met, from a country he probably never been to. He seems disappointed, even sad, that this might not be real. I can read in his face that he doesn't want to accept that the feelings he is experiencing for me were just randomly generated in a dream. I tell him not to feel sad, because if he is really there and he is not just a DC, it's because we do have some karmic link and the feeling has some roots from where it sprouted.
I am not sure if he is a DC or not, but the truth is that is reactions are complex and he never fades. He stays very solid in the dream.
As we are still looking at each other, some guys invade the house in a rush and kidnap us. I don't even have time to react. When I come to my senses again, we're in a church. Jon is lying on an altar, apparently still unconscious and I'm tied up to a chair. I am now only semi-lucid, but I recall all of my dream powers. I fire up red lasers from the palms of my hands and I cut the ropes. When the bad guys see it, they come to knock me down, but I pierce them with my red lasers. It's not pretty, but it has to be done. Unfortunately they keep coming and some of them are about to grab Jon to take him away, while I'm busy fighting. That's when some asian girl breaks in through a wall and helps me by shooting a golden energy blast from her chakras to Jon's chakras, which somehow creates a wall shield between him and the bad guys. But this required a lot of energy from the girl, who falls down in exhaustion. I feel that she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is.
I protect her, thankful for her help and keep shooting lasers in all directions until I kill all the bad guys.
Meanwhile the shield around Jon has weakened, so I generate a purple orb of energy around him that is smaller but more stable than the previous shield. Our reinforcements arrive and they take the purple orb with Jon inside to a safer place. Me and my girl friend sit exhausted on the floor and I ask her if I can take a shower at her place. She is sorry to say no, but she is not going home, she has to leave immediately to some other mission. I understand. We give a warm hug to each other, until next time.

Moving
Some boring dream with my family, involving moving stuff from my house to my aunt Lisa's house. By mistake I hand her over my hi-fi on a box and then she has to leave it at some friend's attic for me to go get it some other day.

Mystical dance
I find myself as a spectator of some kind of talent show. There's an asian guy, probably chinese, doing an acrobatic exhibition that leaves everybody extremely impressed. But in the end the judges tell him he has broken the rules, because no circus performances are allowed, only acting, singing and dancing. But because he was so magical, they decided to offer him a second chance.
I feel so much compassion for him, even genuine love in my heart. There's a brief moment in which our eyes cross and everything seems to stop. I sense his energy and I know he is going to do something amazing. I feel passion and make it flow to him. He returns the passion and tells me in his eyes that what he is about to show is for me.
Then he transfigures: he was bald and now he has long hair with jewels all over; he was a young boy and he now looks like a wise older man. He makes a sensual mystic ritual dance that hypnotizes everybody, specially me. Slowly the spectators transform into all sorts of enlightened noble beings. The dancer pours jewels with every movement he makes, offering them to the Buddhas. I don't dare to take any of the jewels, not even to touch them, as I fear I am not worthy of it.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Finally created a new color category to indicate the semi-lucid dreams. I usually keep them in blue, but they are definitely not regular dreams and deserve their own color.

23:30

Girl power
On a small self-sufficient community of women only. We live in a kind of fortress, but open and welcoming, because we never had troubles with anybody. Until the day that a bunch of guys, passing as wanderers, come by and we offer them shelter. Soon they start making really bad comments of sexual nature, making remarks about the girls beauty and so on. They also treat us badly, expecting us to serve all of their needs and I really mean all. We decide to put a stop on it and they turn violent. The most disappointing is to see that the girls quitting the fight immediately, in fear. They accept the situation as unavoidable and I find myself alone in the struggle. I conclude I can't do much on my own and decide to wait for a better moment to do something about it. To defend myself from their sexual abuses I keep myself dirty, smelly and really, really ugly. I endure their comments on how disgusting I am, but at least I'm not raped as the others. One day though, they even turn to me, wanting to gang rape me. But I know this place better than they do and I escape them through the ventilation system and get inside the walls. I find out that I am good at parkour!
I stay in the "secret" areas of the building, just watching them and nagging them whenever I can, so they keep looking for me. I have a plan to trap them in a kind of shaft and I need them to follow me there. One day I manage to attract them to this place and I shut some really heavy doors behind them. They are in a weak position, below me in this kind of shaft. Meanwhile I have called the girls to come and help me, as they also know the secret paths through the walls. I call them to join the fight and beat the guys, but they are still afraid of them, so I jump down into the shaft to start the fight, hoping they'll follow me, but they just stay in their upper position, beating them occasionally with a stick on their heads or something. It helps, but I have to do all the hard work of kicking their asses.

3:30

Saving Jon Stewart
I'm having dinner with Jon Stewart, at his home. He is wearing a grey or beige shirt, a flawless shaved skin, looking adorable. I'm so in love with him and he is even more in love with me. He smiles at me, almost melting in delight and I caress his face. I realize this can only be a dream and I start laughing about it. I tell him "Jon, my dear. I'm really loving being here with you and the whole romantic scene, but unfortunately this is just a dream." He says "Whaaatttt?" and looks really puzzled, but I keep nodding my head and he seems to start accepting that I may be right. I tell him that this makes no sense, that I'm just some girl he never met, from a country he probably never been to. He seems disappointed, even sad, that this might not be real. I can read in his face that he doesn't want to accept that the feelings he is experiencing for me were just randomly generated in a dream. I tell him not to feel sad, because if he is really there and he is not just a DC, it's because we do have some karmic link.
I am not sure if he is a DC or not, but the truth is that his reactions are complex and he never fades. He stays very solid in the dream.
As we are still looking at each other, some guys invade the house in a rush and kidnap us. I don't even have time to react. When I come to my senses again, we're in a church. Jon is lying on an altar, apparently still unconscious and I'm tied up to a chair.I am now only semi-lucid, but I recall all of my dream powers. I fire up red lasers from the palms of my hands and I cut the ropes. When the bad guys see it, they come to knock me down, but I pierce them with my red lasers. It's not pretty, but it has to be done. Unfortunately they keep coming and some of them are about to grab Jon to take him away, while I'm busy fighting. That's when some asian girl breaks in through a wall and helps me by shooting a golden energy blast from her chakras to Jon's chakras, which somehow creates a wall shield between him and the bad guys. But this required a lot of energy from the girl, who falls down in exhaustion. I feel that she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is.
I protect her, thankful for her help and keep shooting lasers in all directions until I kill all the bad guys.
Meanwhile the shield around Jon has weakened, so I generate a purple orb of energy around him that is smaller but more stable than the previous shield. Our reinforcements arrive and they take the purple orb with Jon inside to a safer place. Me and my girl friend sit exhausted on the floor and I ask her if I can take a shower at her place. She is sorry to say no, but she is not going home, she has to leave immediately to some other mission. I understand. We give a warm hug to each other, until next time.

5:30

Moving
Some boring dream with my family, involving moving stuff from my house to my aunt Lisa's house. By mistake I hand her over my hi-fi on a box and then she has to leave it at some friend's attic for me to go get it some other day.

Mystical dance
I find myself as a spectator of some kind of talent show. There's an asian guy, probably chinese, doing an acrobatic exhibition that leaves everybody extremely impressed. But in the end the judges tell him he has broken the rules, because no circus performances are allowed, only acting, singing and dancing. But because he was so magical, they decided to offer him a second chance.
I feel so much compassion for him, even genuine love in my heart. There's a brief moment in which our eyes cross and everything seems to stop. I sense his energy and I know he is going to do something amazing. I feel passion and make it flow to him. He returns the passion and tells me in his eyes that what he is about to show is for me.
Then he transfigures: he was bald and now he has long hair with jewels all over; he was a young boy and he now looks like a wise older man. He makes a sensual mystic ritual dance that hypnotizes everybody, specially me. Slowly the spectators transform into all sorts of enlightened noble beings. The dancer pours jewels with every movement he makes, offering them to the Buddhas. I don't dare to take any of the jewels, not even to touch them, as I fear I am not worthy of it.

7:00

non-dream dream lucid false awakening

0:00

In a gang
I'm part of a girl's gang. We're supposed to be bad-asses but as we trash a shop, I pick up things from the floor and fix the broken stuff trail left by my colleagues. I secretly go say sorry to the employees. I'm just that nice.
Later on we join a group of boys and we all just chill out under some tent outside. Everybody is bragging about its own feats and soon they start talking about sexual feats. OK, until some fat boy on the group starts bragging about how he had sex with me the other day. I say "what?" There's no way I would have had sex with him. But he starts describing the scene and it's actually sounding familiar. We were drunk on that day, so maybe it really happened. I feel so embarrassed.
But some girlfriend of mine comes in my defense and testifies that nothing really happened. With her help I recall that indeed I was so drunk I had agreed to have sex with him, but once I was ready for it, we heard an ice-cream cart out in the street and he couldn't resist and just discarded the offer of sex in exchange for an ice-cream.

4:30

Chichen Itza I
At my mother's home. All is so dark and I'm alone with one of the cats. He is scared about some shadows moving on the bedroom.I say to him there's nothing to be afraid of. I was half-lucid and sure that there was no danger in the dream. But the kitty insisted there was something in there and I started seeing it too. Like a white specter, no bigger than a mouse, near the floor. It was moving around and then it passed between us as a cloud of white smoke and it disappeared through the wall. Whatever it was, it didn't worry me much.
I went to the bathroom and as I saw my reflection in the mirror, I became fully lucid. I noticed the details of my face and as it stabilized and becomed more clear, the LD anchored and I managed to recall my plan to go to Chichen Itza.
I imagine passing through the door and coming out on the other side at Chichen Itza, but it fails and I just end up in another room of the house. I try crossing portals another 2 or 3 times without success. I feel frustrated.
I choose to fly so high in the sky that I can see the entire Earth below me. My intention is to plunge in Mexico on my descent, going straight to Chichen Itza. But all the continents seem to be scrambled! I cannot find America. I search and search and there seem to be no American continent on the planet. Frustrated I loose lucidity.
(...)
Some dream, in which Stephen Colbert appears talking to me on a coffee shop where I'm having a drink.
Some other dream in which I catch a train and see Blacksmith coming out of the train a few carriages ahead of mine. He doesn't see me and I don't have time to go say hello. I just go inside the train and feel so sad that we keep crossing paths with each other every couple of years, but never really have opportunity to be together.

6:00

Chichen Itza II
Again I am a military and I'm on some precinct with other military. This precinct is close to a city, with a nearby body of water (lake or river) and with forested mountains in the horizon.
The military are bored to death and they decide to organize one-o-one combats to pass time. The winner of each combat may ask the looser for whatever prize he wishes. Because there's not much they have to offer anyway and possibly because of other reasons related to their boredom, some guys say they want a blowjob from the looser. As a woman - apparently the only woman of the group - I'm being specially targeted by the guys.
One of them is actually pretty hot and I wouldn't mind so much loosing with him, but I feel I must really make a point here or they'll start loosing respect for me, so I reject that idea and fight as hard as I can, each and every one of them. In one of the combats I decide to use all my heavy artillery. I summon a ball of fire on my hands and I blast the guy with it. Well, sorry, I know it's not fair, but hey...
I had two more to fight after that one and each one became harder than the previous one, because they also started to learn how to make fireballs and although not as strong as mine, they were causing me troubles. Still, I won all the combats.
I become fully lucid and I remember Chichen Itza. I feel that I am close to it now. I fly up in the air just to see the surroundings. The sun is setting and I see strange lights shining through the treetops of a mountain at distance. I decide I must go check it out. maybe it's Chichen Itza's beacon of light, set by another dreamer to guide us.
i try to teleport there, but today it is definitely not working for me. So I decide to fly all the way. But as I come closer to the mountain, it gets harder and harder to fly, as if there is some sort of energy shield around it. I end up on the ground at the base of the mountain. I keep seeing the lights shining ghostly through the forest and I start climbing the mountain. I use all four members to speed up my climb. I look like some wild animal.
After a while, I find a clearing on the forest, with rows of Mayan carved columns or statues. I feel happy. They look phenomenal!
Morning is coming and soon the place is full of tourists and people assembling stands, selling Mayan inspired jewelry and world music. That kinda blew the magical aura of the place.
I then spotted Chichen Itza, lurking from behind some trees on top of the hill. Finally!
But as I come closer to it, it becomes harder and harder to proceed. The terrain is ever more inclined and the ground is loose. There's a landslide that drags me hundreds of meters down and I feel disappointed.
Dream fades before I reach the place.

7:30

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was possibly with my brother and sister at night. It was pitch black outside.

We may have been driving a car around, possibly a black SUV. But we may have needed another car, which my mother may have had. We may have been angry or impatient with our mom because she wasn't bringing the car.

We got some call from or about our mom on one of our cell phones. Our mom was either sick or injured. I suddenly felt very worried and sad, but also ashamed that I could have been so impatient about my mom when she had actually been injured all along.

Dream #2

I was with my friend H. We had been attending some kind of lecture. Now it was over. We were standing in some side room, off to the side of the lecture room.

The lights were mostly off in the lecture room and the side room. A little bit of fluorescent light seemed to be coming from somewhere else. The lecture room was kind of big and square, like a dance rehearsal area, but with low ceilings and full of folding chairs.

The side room was much smaller. It had something like two workshop tables in it. On each of the tables, long sheets of paper were rolled out, more than one sheet per table.

H and I stood in the side room with a white man with red hair and a red beard. The man was something like a professor. The man's hair was kind thinning back from his forehead. He may have worn blue jeans and a sweater with dull green, yellow, and red striped and designs on it.

The professor had given a lecture on something like Buddhist mandalas. The papers all rolled out on the table were Buddhist mandalas. But they were all laid face down.

H was talking with the professor, asking a few questions about Buddhist art. I got a little distracted from their conversation, and I was wandering around at the other end of the side room.

At some point H and the professor decided it was time to go. They started heading out the door and told me they were ready to go. For some reason I told them that I would just be a second, that I just needed to put my shoes on.

As he walked toward the door, the professor began telling a story, apparently directed toward me, about how he did research on certain monkeys using certain chemicals. The chemicals might often create certain blood conditions in the brain, like hemorraging.

The professor said, "Of course, the monkeys run around and play all happy. But they have no idea that if the chemicals make the blood conditions in their brains, I'll have to make them fall asleep." The professor then explained that he would then sell the affected brains to the researchers.

The professor and H had walked out a door, into the next room (a stairwell exit?) which was lit with fluorescent light. I stood there for myself for a second. For some reason, it took me this pause to realize that the professor was purposely infecting these monkeys, then killing them, cutting open their skulls, taking out their brains, and selling their brains to interested parties.

I may have tried to get the professor's attention (he and H were still within earshot) to ask him if this was really what he was doing.

Dream #3

I was possibly walking back home. It was late afternoon and a clear day. The air was cool and pleasant, and the sunlight was dim, pale gold.

I turned left and walked down a sidewalk bordered by lawn. It seemed like I was either at the boundaries of some park, or possibly the lawn of a complex of very tall apartment buildings. The road, to my left, was wide, but it wasn't very busy.

The whole setting seemed very clean. But I wasn't familiar with it, and it didn't feel like my neighborhood at all.

Somehow I now needed to cross the street to get to the sidewalk on which I had already been walking. There were two black boys, about ten years old, one of whom may have been sitting on the metal housing for a transformer.

The kids saw me crossing the street. I passed the kids. One of the kids stayed where he was. The other kid kind of followed me. I had a feeling that the kids were going to try to jump me or steal something from me. But I wasn't too worried. The only thing I had with me was a CD version of Philip Glass' opera Akhnaten (why?).

The kid who was following me kept edging up, as if he were going to walk in front of me, then falling back. I just kept ignoring him.

But now I saw a big group of black kids walking down the street. The kids were maybe in their late teens. There were seven or eight of them -- enough to block up the entire walkway and small strip of lawn by the curb. The kids looked like trouble. So I decided to just cross the street right away, to get out of their range.

But, crossing the street, I saw a huge fence, maybe 6 meters tall, possibly bordering another lawn-type space. On top of that fence there sat an even bigger group of black kids. They were already looking at me, and they looked ready to jump down from the fence and attack me as soon as I passed them.

I veered to the right, to head back toward the road I had been on before turning onto this road. I could tell that that road was much more populated, and that a lot of cars ran down it. I figured it would be better for me to just hang out on that road and avoid these gangs of kids.

But, for some reason, I was really flustered that I had to do this. I felt like things hadn't been like this before, or like in the neighborhood I thought of as my neighborhood things weren't like this. I wondered why things were like this now or here.

01/11/2011
"Turf War"

I was in a hotel, I believe. My mom and Cierra were there. Mom had come out of the room, in a pair of roller blades and a black spandex outfit. She had lost a lot of weight and looked amazing. (She has been working out really hard, lately.) She told me that she was going for a skate and asked if Cierra and I wanted to tag along. I remember just being really proud of her and not being able to believe how much younger she looked.

Later, we were all walking through the hood. I had eventually become lucid, but I don't actually remember how or when. At some point, we came across a large gang milling around, outside of a house. They told us they were preparing for a war, and that a rival gang was coming to their block, to try to take over. They were pretty much recruiting everyone that could, to help fight, and since I was lucid, I figured what the hell.

Along came the insurgency. An enormous group of hoodlums came walking up the street, toward us. I didn't exactly count, but there were definitely 50 or more; tightly packed together, so that they all fit between the curbs of the two-lane street. Immediately, I broke ahead of "my own" gang, and started stalking toward them - smiling. I belted out something along the lines of :"Are you motherfuckers crazy?? You all have no idea what's about to happen, do you??" They didn't even give me the courtesy of a response. They simply opened fire. I continued walking forward, the bullets slamming into me me with all the brute force of pebbles at a concrete wall. I was calmly closing the gap between us, silently reveling in the can of whoop-ass I was about to open on these clowns. Suddenly, from off to my left, a huge dog came sprinting in toward me. I don't figure that it belonged to any of the other gang members, but that it was just a neighborhood stray. Before I could even react, it snapped it's jaws down on my right hand, pulling and tugging at me with the total force of it's body-weight. It really didn't hurt very much, but I couldn't ignore the raw power that was behind the rest of the dog. Even though I knew I was dreaming, and had dissociated from the biting sensation on my hand as best I could, the dog was still causing me to stumble back and almost trip over myself, trying to get free.

I don't remember anything after that.

It was a little before school, and I decided try a new route to school. I was really hungry as well, so I decided that I would go by Dunkin' Donuts and get a donut for Joe and I. I got on the highway and in a few minutes I pulled off and tried to get in the left hand turn lane. I couldn't maneuver the car right and turned left too soon.

I found myself in an empty parking lot with a few trucks. My car stopped working. Great.

I got out of the car. In the not-so-far distance there was a wall with broken pay-phones. Everything was brown. I walked towards where the Dunkin Donut's should be and everything just got worse.

Everything was overgrown and destroyed. Houses were burnt and the windows were shattered. I was in the ghetto's ghetto. I heard a rustling and footsteps. Men were going in the house. They were dressed in black. It looked like the meeting place for one badass gang.

I attempted to sneak past this burned house and try to find a phone or something.

After finding a safe area with a pay phone, those same men came at me with swords. WTF.

"Here, you'll need this!" Someone yelled as they ran past me, and gave me a blowtorch.

...So I was now supposed to fight off a large gang of oddly dressed men with nothing but a blowtorch?

I fired my blowtorch at them, and the fire encompassed a few of them. I was pretty surprised with the strength of the blow torch, but it was still a little weak.

They chased me back to their headquarters. The inside of the buildings were the same as the outside - burnt to a crisp. I ran through the maze of blackened hallways until I came to a bathroom. There was a light on so I opened the door.

I found a young adult girl looking back at me. She took one look and slit her throat. Guess I came in at the wrong time.

I kept running until I had pretty much annihilated the freaky gang. I sprinted back out to the highway and rested beneath an overpass to catch my breath.

"Hahahaha hey dude we did it!" A man shouted. Two men had came up next to me. They looked like something straight out of a video game. The man who had just talked to me was wearing red armor.

"Yeah, we did!" I shouted back.

"Yeah, it would have been so much better if you knew that you were dreaming though!" He said.

"Right on!" His friend exclaimed.

"Wait...What?" I stammered, shocked.

Eu estava na minha cidade, no bairro Fazenda (provavelmente por que eu estive lá ontem a noite). Meu amigo Konan havia comprado uma loja, e estava começando um negócio lá.
A loja era um galpão, dividido em duas partes: a primeira só tinha estantes com produtos, a outra tinha algumas estantes e o caixa (onde ele estava).
Entrei e dei uma olhada no que tinha lá. Em geral, eram produtos alimentícios. Fui para a segunda parte e peguei uma negresco. Quando fui passar no caixa, percebi que alguns outros indivíduos haviam entrado na loja. Konan me disse que seria de graça, mas eu (com a mochila e a carteira nas costas) queria pagar.Quando vi que as pessoas que estavam perto de mim usavam coletes marrons e máscaras pretas (como as de velho oeste), entendi que eles iriam assaltar a loja, e que a bolacha sairia de graça para eu conseguir sair dali o mais rápido possível.
Quando saí, Konan me disse para ligar pra polícia. Estranhamente, eu usei a bolacha para ligar. Na minha primeira tentativa, eu errei e liguei para o número 180. Depois consegui acertar.
Uma mulher atendeu, eu disse que uma loja estava sendo assaltada. Ela, muito desconfiada, me perguntou se eu tinha mais detalhes, se eu sabia como tudo começou, etc. Eu insisti que não era um trote e saí da loja para ver o nome da rua onde estávamos. O nome da rua era "Dou E Dôu". A mulher respondeu, com tom sarcástico "ah, então só pode ser um milagre!"
Durante essa conversa, os assaltantes (que não deviam ser menos que 5) deixaram a loja com vários pacotes de bolacha e agradecendo ao Konan. Ele saiu da loja e eu falei para ele que não consegui trazer os policiais, pois a mulher que atendeu achava que era um trote. Eu disse que, em partes, ela estava certa, pois muitos trotes são feitos e eles deveriam cuidar mais disso.

Note: It seems someone has come and kidnapped Asuka yet again, I'm not sure why that keeps happening or even how it keeps happening. There is supposed to be a shield around MoSh's inner world, but it doesn't seem to be doing a lot of good when it comes to protecting Asuka… I'm not sure exactly where the problems are originating, enemies might be getting to Asuka while she's outside of his inner world, but they keep doing it, and this is getting old. So that was my first goal for tonight's dream, to locate and bring Asuka back, also to do some healing on both her and MoSh. I fell asleep with my light / sound machine on and was successful in slipping in to a WILD…

I was inside MoSh's inner world, which is where I intended to be. I didn't pause, I just walked over to the closest house, which was MoSh's house, and I knocked on the door. There was no answer. I thought that was strange, there is always someone there, was there something else wrong? I was hoping there wasn't something more going on than I already knew about… I opened the door and went inside, once I was inside I saw Data coming down the stairs. There were kids there with him, several kids, Data said he would have come sooner but he kind of had his hands full right now. I told him I was looking for MoSh, we were going to go out and find Asuka. Data said MoSh wasn't dreaming at this time, so he couldn't help me there. I asked if he knew when MoSh might be entering the dream state, Data said he wasn't sure, it could be any time now, or it could be a while. I thought maybe I should go ahead and find Asuka on my own since I wasn't sure where he was right now. So I focused on opening a portal to locate Asuka, and after focusing for a bit, a portal opened and I went through.

On the other side of the portal I was in a weird place, it was night time there and it looked like a dock area, a warehouse district in some random town, and I somehow knew exactly where I needed to go, so I went towards one of the warehouses. There was nothing about that warehouse that looked any different than the other ones, but I somehow knew that was where I was heading. As I approached the warehouse some thugs came out and approached me, they looked like petty thugs, I knew right away that they weren't the brains behind this. There's no way they could be the brains behind anything… One of them walked over to me and tried to talk like a gangster, he told me I had better just turn around and go the other direction. One of the others said if the pretty girl wanted to join the party, she should be welcomed, he was licking his lips avidly as if he was looking at a particularly choice cut of meat. I told them I was here to get Asuka, so they had better just get the fuck out of my way. The one who had met me said that wasn't right, he said there was supposed to be a dude looking for Asuka… not a chick… he told me to go away and get the dude, because this wasn't how it was supposed to work. I told them I would give them one more chance to get out of my way, but then they were going to find themselves getting hurt. The one in front said those were big words for a little girl… I'd had enough of these idiots, so I formed Witchblade into a sword and kicked all of their asses, I instinctively knew that killing these idiots would be no loss to anyone… and then I went through the main door into the warehouse.

Once I was inside the warehouse, I looked around and saw that it was completely empty, or almost completely empty. There were some catwalks around the room at the second level, and I could see there was a small office area over there, and the rest of the room was completely empty except for a couple of crates in one area of the room. Those crates stuck out very clearly, they weren't directly in a corner, they were sitting right out in the middle of the floor, so I went to investigate that first. There were a couple more thugs around the back of the crates, I quickly dispatched one of them, but I had the idea the other one didn't really want to be there, he had kind of been tricked, so I threatened him, he was already shitting his pants after seeing me cut the first guy down with no hesitation, so he was not going to hesitate when he saw the chance to escape with his life. I walked back into an area between two of the crates and I saw a trap door in the floor, it was pretty hard to see, I thought it would have been better for them to not have anything hiding it than it was hidden behind those obvious crates. I opened the trap door and descended down into the darkness.

The trap door led to some underground passages, there were several of them, so I had to focus on finding Asuka again to determine which of the passages I should take. I followed the passage as it descended into the ground a bit farther, and then there was a single door at the end of the passage. The door wasn't even locked, so I opened it and went into the room beyond. Asuka was there, she was singing, in spite of her surroundings that looked like a dismal dungeon I might be able to include in my video game… There were rats scurrying on the ground, the room was damp and the walls were dripping, there was the smell of mold and decay, a skeleton hung on one of the walls, and the room was illuminated only by a single burning torch. I went over to Asuka, who was staring at a particularly disgusting patch on the wall and singing to it… I looked closer and saw a partially decayed, maggot infested rat corpse stuffed into a crack there, yuck! I touched Asuka on the shoulder, she turned towards me as if she was startled, then she said hello, greeting me just as she would always greet me. She handed me a rock with some blobs of goop on it, said I should eat as many cookies as I want. Blech!

I told Asuka I was there to take her home, so let's get out of there. I was actually surprised how easy this seemed to be, but if this was going to be an easy one, I would gladly take that. I took Asuka's arm and went to lead her out the door, but she pulled away from me and said no, she would not go. I said we had to go, MoSh would be waiting for her. She said the name 'MoSh' as if it had a foul taste to it, then said she was never going back to him again, she was free now and she was going to stay that way. I did a double take, I said I wasn't sure why she was saying those things, but I had the feeling we had to get out of there now before something else happened. She said she didn't want to go anywhere near MoSh… I didn't want to argue with her here and now, so I said fine, we would go to my inner world. She finally said ok, then I led Asuka out of the underground dungeon, through the warehouse, and outside before opening a portal and going through it to my inner world.

I stepped out of the portal into my inner world, but I saw that I was alone, Asuka was not there. Wtf? How had I lost Asuka on the way here? I should have known that it wouldn't work that easily to get her back, I had better go find her again, so I opened the portal to track her down. I went through the new portal to the area outside the warehouse… the same goons were in front of the warehouse, the same ones I had killed… I killed them again without even waiting to hear them bitch that I wasn't MoSh. Inside, the warehouse was the same, I killed the one thug and told the other to get lost, went down underground and found a reluctant Asuka in the dungeon. Everything had been exactly the same, which I found to be really annoying. This time I went ahead and used the song Liberate by Disturbed, and that effectively freed her of whatever illusions had her trapped in here. She looked around and saw how disgusting things were, then said she wanted to go home… to MoSh? Of course to MoSh, she said, was something wrong with MoSh? Had they done something to him, too? Asuka looked very worried now, she asked what about the kids? What about… I interrupted her and said the kids had been fine with Data, and I had no reason to think MoSh was in danger. So let's get back home. I opened a portal to MoSh's inner world, and holding tightly to Asuka's arm, I led her through the portal… and she was gone before I reached the other side. Damn!

Ok, it seemed there was something there to keep me from bringing Asuka back, and I would have to find a way to counteract that before I would be able to effectively rescue her this time. I focused on opening the portal again, I focused harder on it this time, I was thinking maybe I was only finding an illusion of Asuka that was there to distract me, so I had to try harder to find the real Asuka. So I ignored the first portal that opened, in fact I let it close, and I kept focusing on going beyond opening that portal, on finding Asuka… and finally a portal opened, though that one was considerably harder to keep stable. I was finally able to keep it stable long enough to go into the portal. The only problem was that once I was in the portal it completely fell apart, branching off in several different directions, all at once, creating a really divergent dream… I found myself functioning on several planes all at once, it felt quite confusing, though I have experienced similar feelings in other multiple-plane dreams. For this dream, I will record the events to keep things as easy to understand as possible.

Earth
So I stepped out of the portal into a medieval looking dungeon, and there were strange orc guards all around, and they immediately. They didn't even take the time to ask any questions or give a warning, they immediately came and attacked me, they all had clubs with spikes on them, I formed Witchblade into armor and a sword and engaged them in battle. They didn't seem to have a huge level of intelligence, and I dispatched them without much difficulty, then I was able to search the dungeon. I found the doors were locked, but after searching one of the dead orcs I found that they had keys. I began unlocking the dungeons, most of them were empty, one of them had a prisoner in it that was hanging from a chain in the middle of the room, he asked me to help him, please help him… so I unlocked his chains and said he was free to go, but he would have to find his own way out because I had to find someone else. He attacked me, grabbing a piece of scrap metal and trying to stab me with it, I ended up killing him with Witchblade, that was gratitude. I set him free and he attacks… lame. I found Asuka in a dungeon cell, used Liberate by Disturbed to free her from the illusions, and took her back to the healing glen, which seemed like the best choice at the time.

Water
I stepped through the portal and found I was under water, there was a bubble on the bottom of the ocean where I saw Asuka going about her business as if nothing was wrong, most definitely lost in another illusion. As I approached the bubble, I realized I was under attack by some reptilian enemies like some I might see in DDO, the sahuagin, and they attacked me with spears. I had to use Witchblade in combination with the same techniques I use to fly with energy to out maneuver the sahuagin and take them all out before I was able to head towards the bubble that Asuka was inside. I phased through the bubble and fell to the ground, there was no water in the bubble and I hadn't really considered that, but Asuka looked over at me as if she found my face plant to be quite amusing. I used Liberate to free her from the illusion, then opened a portal to the healing glen.

Fire
I exited the portal in a long passage, the passage had a faint red glow in it and it was very hot there, I already knew what I would find at the end of the passage. The end of the passage opened onto a huge open chamber which was actually the inside of an active volcano, the boiling lava down below looked quite agitated. On an island in the lava I saw Asuka going about her usual business. I flew out over the lava and realized there were several dragons heading towards me, breathing fire in my direction, but I didn't really want to take the time to fight several dragons at once… I counted five dragons coming at me… so instead, I swooped in, grabbed Asuka, and flew through a portal to the healing glen, taking a very shocked Asuka with me. The portal closed behind me in the face of the attacking dragons, a small burst of fire got through as the portal closed. Now that I was back to the healing glen I used Liberate to free Asuka's mind.

Wind
I stepped through the portal and found myself at a high altitude, I fell a short distance before I caught myself and flew. I was then able to take a look around, there were many floating islands in the area, one of them had Asuka on it, trapped in an illusion, and there were bird people circling the island to keep her from getting off of it even though she wasn't making any move to try to leave. I figured they were there to keep someone from coming to rescue her. There were a bunch of the bird people, all of them had staff weapons, and as they saw me, they all turned and started firing energy bolts from their staffs. There were so many of them I didn't really want to fight them all, so I chose to dive in at high speeds and grab Asuka, carrying her through a portal to the healing glen, where I used Liberate to free her mind.

Nightmare #1
I exited the portals into several nightmares at once, too. A normal looking living room in a normal looking house where MoSh was being tortured while Asuka was tied up and being forced to watch, some big ugly guy had MoSh tied up on the couch and he was working with a clippers of some kind, right now he was clipping off part of one of MoSh's fingers, he screamed in pain, Asuka screamed at him to stop that… Using Liberate destroyed the entire illusion, and it turned out both MoSh and the big ugly guy were fake, I was able to take Asuka to the healing glen.

Nightmare #2
In another one MoSh was facing her at the door to their house, he had a suitcase full of crap that was partially sticking out, and he shoved that at Asuka as he yelled at her with mean, mean, words! Asuka was crying, MoSh was saying he wished he had never met her. I used Liberate and destroyed that illusion, then took Asuka to the healing glen.

Nightmare #3
In the living room of MoSh's house, MoSh was tied up again and Asuka was standing there with a machete, and there was a big guy there, big and ugly, with a gun. He told Asuka she had to kill MoSh, Asuka said no that she couldn't. The man said she could either kill him and make it quick and relatively painless, or he would start killing MoSh slowly and painfully and Asuka could watch, it was up to her. She was crying, saying she couldn't do it, so the big guy shot MoSh in his right foot, drawing a scream of pain, making Asuka cry more. Liberate broke through this nightmare, at which point I took her through to the healing glen.

Nightmare #4
I exited the portal into a green meadow with some really beautiful trees, grass, and flowers. It was very peaceful there, looking around I realized it was a cemetery filled with very well tended grave sites, most of them had colorful flowers on them. I wandered through the grave sites until I spotted Asuka, she was dressed in black and crying, she was standing in front of a line of coffins, it seemed that not only one of her family had died, everyone in her family had died. I went over to her and saw there were more coffins than just her family, there was one that said MoSh, one for each kid, one said Nomad, one said Raven, and there were more, it appeared that there was a coffin for each person in her life right now. When I got closer to her I saw she was crying and muttering that something was all her fault, I touched her and she jumped, saying she thought I was dead… I destroyed the illusion with Liberate and took her through to the healing glen.

The Final Asuka
After completing all of those dream segments at the same time, I found I was in the healing glen with a bunch of Asukas, each Asuka was semi-translucent, I had the idea there was one more Asuka to go get, so I opened one more portal to go retrieve Asuka. I went through this portal, which I thought would be the final portal, and found myself once again outside of the warehouse that I had first found myself in front of… with the same thugs waiting for me and complaining that I wasn't MoSh. So I repeated myself one more time… killed the thugs outside, killed one of the inside thugs while the other ran away, went to the dungeon, found Asuka, Liberate to set her mind free, then took her back to the healing glen and the other Asukas.

When I got back to the healing glen, all of the Asukas merged back to one, and now she no longer looked semi-translucent. As if there was some cue for it to happen, MoSh came through a portal into the healing glen, I wasn't sure where he had come from, if he had opened his own portal or if someone had sent him through, but it didn't really matter. Asuka ran over to MoSh, throwing her arms around him, she said she had thought she would go mad with being in so many places at once… MoSh hugged her, and now there were other people there with us. I focused on using a healing spell on the both of them, I used Touch My Heart, and then I used Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack to focus healing on MoSh's chest area, on his physical heart, due to chest pains I was worried about, possibly muscle pains, but the heart itself is a muscle… I continued the healing spells, and when they were over, everything around me faded to black and I woke.

Note: I found out from Tigress that there are some gangs that are running dog fighting rings, which involves all of the abuse, cruelty, and violence of any other dog fighting ring. The goal I had in mind was to kick their asses so they would never be able to abuse another dog again. I had this in mind as I slipped into a WILD.

I was in a city, it looked like the bad part of town, there was graffiti all over the walls and a lot of the buildings were in disrepair. I went looking around, I remembered why I was there. There must be some gang members somewhere in the area. I headed down an alley near my location, the alley seemed to be between two abandoned buildings. There was a door on the left, and a young man standing in front of the door. There was a pit bull dog sitting beside the man, the dog had a large chain around its neck. As soon as he heard me approaching, the dog started barking loudly and pulling at his chain, trying to get to me, the young man with him was urging him to attack me. He unchained the dog, and it came over and jumped on me, I telepathically spoke to the dog and told him I was a friend. The dog, though he looked like he was going to bite my face off, instead he licked my face in a big, sloppy dog kiss. I pushed the dog off of me, he sat there and looked at me with such a cute doggy look on his face… it made me want to pet him, which I did. I commented to the man there that he had such a cute dog. He was annoyed, though, he said his dog was supposed to be mean, he was supposed to be bad, strong! He came over and kicked the dog hard. That pissed me off. I told him he had just made a big mistake. He laughed at me, he said there was nothing I could do about it. I was about to zap him with a bolt of lightning, but I got an idea to find out where the others… and all the dogs… the method Alex Mercer used to find out something from his enemies… which is to consume them, so I absorbed the asshole completely, he barely got off a shocked scream before it was done.

Ok, so now I had the memories of the asshole, many of which made me rather nauseated, and I also knew where there were several more of the gang members, as well as where some of the dogs were locked in cages, cages much too small for that size a dog… I also had the form of the asshole I had just consumed, it was working just like it had in Prototype. I went into the abandoned building where there were three more dogs locked up in one room, and a couple more gang members there. One of them greeted me by the asshole's name, which was apparently Butch, and he gave me a high five, but then asked what was wrong with me… I said there was nothing wrong with me, but there was about to be something wrong with him… so I consumed him, and released the three dogs from their cages. With a total of four dogs, I found the third gang member in the building, he ended up facing the same fate as the other two assholes. From the third one I had discovered a valuable piece of information, the rest of the gang members were meeting in an abandoned lot to train their dogs… in other words, they were meeting there to force the dogs to fight. Well, it wasn't going to happen. I went directly to the site, where there were several more guys there and two girls, all of them had dogs and were near a fighting ring. There was a lot of talk about whose dog was stronger, who would win, bets being placed.

One of them looked over at me, called me Markus, and asked me what I was doing with Butch's and Craig's dogs? I said Butch and Craig didn't mind me taking them. He looked at me suspiciously, I glanced around to be sure no one was looking, and consumed him. One of the girls looked over at me, did a quick double take, and then came over. She asked what Wyatt had been doing with those extra dogs, she asked where Wyatt had gone without the dogs… well, never mind. She always had thought Wyatt was rather creepy. She was apparently this asshole's girlfriend, she got close and tried to kiss me, so I consumed her, and no one seemed to notice. One of the other guys came over and looked puzzled, he asked where Chris had gone. I told him Chris had gone to find Wyatt, who had shown up with like four dogs… The guy said he had never trusted that Wyatt… He told me we had better go find Wyatt before he did something stupid. I followed this guy around a corner… consumed him. Then the others in the group there, although it didn't go entirely unnoticed, the last two guys tried to escape and I had to pull them back with tendrils… from what these people knew, there were two more left who were selling drugs on the corner of fifth and main. I went directly there, there was one of them on the corner in a large coat, he told me to hold on, he was selling as well as he could. I told him I wasn't going to complain about that… after dealing with him, I found the last member of the gang in the alley nearby, he had a knife at the neck of a young woman and his pants down, he was in the middle of raping her! He never even saw me before I consumed him… the woman he was attacking was staring at me with wide eyes, then she ran down the alley as if I was about to attack her.

I was now in the alley, looking like an asshole, surrounded by a total of 11 dogs, most of them were pit bulls, though there were a couple of mutts that I didn't recognize the breed. I had telepathically spoken with all of them, and they were all looking at me with the tails wagging… I spent some time petting each dog, healing the ones who had injuries, but I was sure I would wake up soon. I wasn't ready, so I used Allura's time dilation method, there was still more to do here, but I will continue that in the next dream…