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Throughout my dream I could "ghost" where I'd leave my body (or the body I was in) and inhabit another. Be it animal or people. In the beginning of the dream I could fly and go invisible too, but usually only when in the ghost state. I could also try to go in to a person to change their attitude.

The story started at a house where someone maybe K found me out, I was going to lead a guy somewhere for fuel for his truck but we ended up at a mall with friends and I took over a mall food kiosk employee and discovered he was second in command of some secret group conspiracy having to do with an old movie. So posing as him I went to help my friends expose the conspiracy. We went to the movie where one friend got in a fight with an obnoxious sociology major, so I ghosted into him and shut him up. Then back to the main guy. Every time I ghosted the person slobbered a bit, I woke up as I was trying to clean up the slobber on the seat.

April 9, 2011
Lucid Dream 211: Kazaana!!!
Series: Task-tacular, Episode 1
DILD
around 8:30am



Me, Cliff, Deej, and Mike were on top of a ridge, deep in the mountains. We knew we were being followed. I noticed someone all the way across the valley. I told Cliff to hand me the rifle he was carrying. He said, "Ok, but there is no way you can hit him from this far away." I took the rifle and laid down in a sniper position. The target was running. I compensated for the distance (drop of the bullet), the wind, and the targets movement in my aim. I then fired a shot and watched. The target dropped to the ground a few minutes later and I knew I had nailed him. It was an impossible shot. I noticed a ton of people down in the valley. They started spraying AK rounds at us. We took off running through the woods and ended up at a log cabin.

We entered the cabin to find Randy Couture waiting on us. He was in black mercenary type gear. We talked for a bit and I somehow realized he was a traitor and was trying to set us up. He pulled out a gun, but I swiftly kicked it from his hand. We fought for a bit and I knew I was over matched. There was an old school wood stove with a set of iron tongs sticking out of it. I grabbed the tongs and pulled them from the stove. The opposite end of the handle was orange from sitting in the fire. I closed the tongs on Randy's face and buckled him to his knees. I then stole his combat knife and slit his throat. he started coughing up blood and then fell over. I instantly became lucid after this.

The dream scene had completely changed and I was in a parking lot with Deej. I told him, "Let's go ghost hunting!" In high school all of us would go visit so called, "haunted" places and film it on my old palmcorder. Deej gestured for me to follow him to his truck. We hopped in and took off driving. Deej wasn't following the roads at all. We drove through yards, fields, and wooded areas. Finally, I decided to speed things up. I told him I would fly the car and he could navigate.

I lifted the car into the air and moments later he told me to land it beside an old mansion. I looked down below and saw a huge manor. I landed the car in the front yard and there was a sign that said, "Oak Ridge Manor." I walked up to the door and kicked it open. I got a pretty creepy feeling. I had decided how I wanted to imprison the ghosts. I felt around my pocket and imagined prayer beads. I felt them and pulled them out. I performed the finger through the palm RC. When my finger inserted into my palm, I swirled it around and created a hole in my hand. Suddenly, a massive force began swirling in the hole. I quickly wrapped the prayer beads around my hand to stop it. I then walked into the house.

Deej started a sinister laugh. I turned and saw that his eyes were blood red. He slammed the door shut and I heard him lock me in. I laughed at the thought of being stopped by a door lock, but continued through the mansion. I exit the small waiting room and was now in a large grand hall. The room suddenly lit up bright and then began to flicker from a bright room to complete darkness. I heard weird screams and noises that sounded kind of like monkeys. Suddenly, these weird monkey/human hybrids came flying out from the walls. They were all ghosts and had bat-like wings. There were statues and vases lined up around the great hall and the monkey ghost people began tossing them at me. I dodged a few of them and positioned myself in the corner of the room. I then held out my hand, pulled off the prayer beads and shouted, "WIND TUNNEL!!" Miroku style. Miroku is a character from the anime, Inuyasha. He has a cursed hand that acts much like a black hole.

The monkey ghost people were quickly sucked into my hand, along with the vases statues and any other objects laying around the room. The large rug in the room, a few plants, and some chunks of the walls/ceiling as well. I could feel every object entering my hand. I could then feel the objects travel through my arm and disperse throughout my body. It felt a lot like when a nurse first puts an IV in your arm. I could feel the energy from all of these things coursing through me. I felt much more powerful. I decided to try and suck in the entire mansion.

I concentrated and the walls started ripping apart. Many more ghosts started getting sucked into my hand. The walls and roof collapsed and was sucked into my hand as well. I could feel myself swelling with power. It felt like my entire hand was the black hole. I looked down and noticed by hand was just a black void. It slowly spread up my arm and I knew what was happening. I just let it continue. The entire mansion was gone and the black hole was spreading. It soon covered my entire arm and chest. A few moments later I was swallowed up completely by the black hole.

I floated around in a black void for a while and decided to try and fly somewhere. No matter what, I just flew around in this pitch black void. I eventually woke up.

Kazaana is the japanese word for Miroku's wind tunnel if you were wondering .

Series Details
In the dream series, "Task-tacular," I take on the Advanced Tasks of the Month, Tasks of the Year, or some other sort of predetermined dream task. Stay tuned for more episodes in the series.

07.04.2011

I assassinate the assassin, find some flowers and catch a ghost (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going to a big building that had a bar on the top of it. I needed to go to that bar to complete a compliance audit. That building was well populated with assassins. I was worried that some assassin would spawn from somewhere to try to kill me. The cash I was going to receive was worth the risk. I told to myself that I was good at sensing energies, so I would be able to detect the assassin before he stabbed on my back.

I entered an elevator. All walls were made out of steel. It was a very old school elevator. The ceiling of the elevator was like a regular home, white ceiling. There was a small hole on the ceiling, but it was just a few inches wide.

I started to realize that an assassin could get through the hole and I was trapped in the elevator. I realized as it was a dream, the assassin could shrink and then grow back. I told to myself to not think in an assassin otherwise, one would probably spawn. I tried to focus in reaching the top floor.

The elevator's door opened and I had a big bar in front of me as I was expecting. It was as big as a cinema. Where the screen was supposed to be, there was the actual bartender with the drinks. All the remaining area, had cinema seats. I was going to seat next to a guy. The place was pretty crowded. I could see a couple of 40'' TVs that where showing a Boxing fight. When I was about to seat down, a guy told me, "Don't seat here or he will get mad" I realized it might be the seat of a mob or something. I sat somewhere else. I took a few photos and tried to leave.

A guy told me that if an assassin would spot me leaving while the boxing fight did not end, he was going to kill me. I left the area and there was no elevator. I started to walk down the stairs. The entire building was made out of iron. I found a room that looked alike some storage room. I helped the guy with a few boxes and left.

I was now at the street. I saw an assassin who looked pissed at me. I told the assassin I just needed to wait for a friend. He told me to wait there and not leave. The assassin ran to a far away car, so I decided to run like ever and get the hell out of there. The assassin spotted me and he outran me. He had a sword on his hand and started to hit me with it. I felt like he was cutting my neck, but it did not hurt.

I had one of my huge knives from work (for Serrano Ham) and one tiny (for the machengo cheeses) I decided to keep hidden the big knife. I fought the assassin with the little knife. The assassin got confused for a second and I stabbed him with the big knife. I repeated several times until the assassin was no more.

I saw a few more people running at me. I was worried they would be more assassins. I started to walk home as I did not remember where my car was. I crossed a forest, a river and I got to the Hwy 805. I felt I was far from home, but I had no other chance but walk. I attempted to fly with success. I found funny I could fly in waking life.

For some reason, I re-spawned at the top of a huge building. The sky was very blue and the building was huge. I turned lucid because I realized that I got there magically. I jumped out of the building and started to fly to make it stable. However, the dream was pretty good and I remembered I needed to find a bouquet of flowers. I saw a few of them by the windows of the building, so I picked up one. It had mainly roses and some weird brown flowers. Basic completed. I took flight again and threw the flowers away.

While I was enjoying the flight, I lost vision. I could feel the wind on my face, the sound of the freeway (wtf) and the smell of the sea. I suddenly felt double consciousness and started to wake up. I increased the speed of the flight and entered the ocean. After a while, I decided to exit the ocean. I had my vision back.

It was night now and I was flying over a huge town. All the building where very tall and the imaginary was very dark. There was no moon. I could hear some crowded city noises from the far distance. I enjoyed the tranquility of the sky at night. Suddenly, I saw something over a building, shaped like the Empire State. There was a human shape, but about 8 feet tall and with more than one arm. It was invisible but I could see the imaginary blurry behind it.

I saw this thing was eating souls of some sort. I realized it was a ghost. He was pulling stuff from the Empire State Building, but it was like ghostly stuff, because the building itself never became damaged. I felt he was a threat so I wanted to capture it. I also remembered it was the advanced task of the month.

I decided to crease a PSI Ball. I was sure that as I was dreaming, I could make it visible. I did within seconds. A second later, the ghost was surrounded by my PSI Ball and it was trapped. I made the PSI Ball smaller. I could see how the ghost was also smaller, trying to get out without success. I made it vanish.

I lost lucidity at some point and I decided to go to a beach. I saw some wild animals that were attacking humans. I saw a couple of wild-boards, a tiger and a walrus walking (wtf!!) I also got to some tiny boat that I owned in the dream, but it was rocking extremely hard. Harder that if there was an earthquake. The sea was nuts.

Something else happened with me and a copy of me that was like a sculpture of ice.

Dream #1: I was Clint Eastwood in the old west, and I was an outlaw. I was being taken to prison by wagon. There were numerous men, at least six, well armed to ensure I wouldn't break free. Along a dusty trail my wagon hit a large rock and overturned. The deputy assigned to sit with me was knocked unconsciousness and I manged to get my arms free and take both of his guns.

I made a break for it while the other men were confused. I ran about a quarter of a mile to a large ranch property and soon I was being pursued and shot at. The details get a bit fuzzy at this point, but I began a fairly long series of gun fights with law enforcement. I remember clearly I was using two guns blazing style, and like the old westerns, I never had to reload. I could see my bullets too. They were like tracer rounds and I remember seeing them hit men - blood would erupt - and they would fall.

When I killed one, a white ghost would appear briefly along side of me.

This wasn't alarming, and the ghost would fade out shortly as I moved around to fight another man. When I finally killed the last man, I took to be the sheriff himself, his ghost appeared along side of me and this one spoke to me. The ghosts looked strange. They had a glowing white humanoid form, but their faces were long and formed something like a small elephant trunk. The eyes were large and black. (Nearest thing I can find on the web, although these were all white and not dressed, is the white Spy vs. Spy.)

The sheriff's ghost explained to me that he needed to follow me a ways to a special point that would allow him to cross to the other side. He was not angry with me he noted, and actually welcomed being "freed from his body." I agreed, and I made my way back up the hill to the road the wagon had overturned on.

The specter followed with me the whole way and spoke in a calm friendly tone. We traveled down the path a bit further and came to a hill with a bright beam of sunlight. He said, "Here is where I can crossover." With that remark, he walked into the light and vanished. -Then I woke up.


Dream #2: I was sitting in my living room on the floor. My (passed away) grandfather entered the room and sat down in the big chair. I proceeded to tell him about my Clint Eastwood dream above. I thought it was based on a movie he had done "100-years ago" and my Grandfather just smiled. I said "Well not 100-years ago, but an old western he did placed in that time." My grandfather looked extremely real and friendly. He listened to me explain the whole dream with great interest.

Note: So Dream #2 was a dream in which I explained another dream to a DC. I had been thinking about my Grandfather earlier in the evening and he was a huge fan of westerns which we often watched together when i was young.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I've averaged about 4-5 hours of sleep over the past 4 days and I felt quite sleep-deprived when I went to bed last night.
Knowing that I could sleep for as long as I want this night, I fell into bed, closed my eyes and was asleep immediately.
I woke up after about 8 hours, decided that it was not enough, turned around and fell back asleep.

I open my eyes. I want to turn towards my clock to see how late it is, but somehow the task proves to be difficult.
I can't really turn my body, am I in SP?
No. It feels different. I feel weightless, and I can see even though it's pitch black in my room.
The colors are a bit weird. I try to levitate upwards because I feel that I can.
I slowly start levitating and turning in the air.
I see myself lying in bed which gives me a bit of a shock.

This hasn't happened before. I've seen myself in mirrors, but I've never actually seen myself face to face in a dream.
My room seems to look identical to the waking life counterpart, down to the smallest detail.
I try to stabilize the dream, but my usual methods fail.
Most of my senses aren't working. I can't hear, I can't smell, and as I try to touch my desk, my hand just moves straight through, I can't feel either.
I notice that I can feel the presence of the people sleeping in the same house though
I find all of this quite weird, I haven't experienced a dream like this before, and I'm not sure what to do.
I look at my hands and notice that the reason I can't touch things is because I don't have a 'real dream body'.
I'm more like a ghost, my hands are slightly transparent.

As I get better control, I levitate outside of my apartment by floating through the wall.
I want to leave because the sight of my own body freaks me out a bit.
It's still dark outside.
I try to summon the wings on my left arm to teleport, but I can't.
The thought that I might be floating around the real world crosses my mind, but I feel like I can't think about it properly.

For some reason the thought to visit an ex-girlfriend crosses my mind.
I immediately know it's a shitty idea, but then I locate her aura, or more like a feeling in which direction she is, and just start floating towards her.
She's in Sweden, but even though I'm not really moving that fast, I'm crossing the ocean within seconds.

We first met when she was on vacation somewhere close to where I live. We met in a rather weird way, but got along quite well and decided to hang out.
We fell for each other quite quickly and hung out nonstop for 2 weeks until she had to go home.
Both of us knew that a long-distance relationship wouldn't work so we called it quits.
It's only then I realized how badly I actually fell for her, it took me quite some time to get over her.

I'm approaching her house. I've obviously never been here, but I know this is her place.
I approach the window of her room. I just want to see how she's doing, I want to know that she's happy.
I float through the window. She has a really nice room.
She has 3 different e-guitars, quite a few rock band posters on the walls, a king size bed, a really big desk with 3 monitors on it.
There's quite a few books, and a lot of clothes on the floor.

She's sitting at her desk, she's studying. She hasn't changed much, she looks exactly like I remember her.
She turns around and looks at me. This freaks me out a bit, somehow I was under the assumption that she couldn't.
It looks like she's thinking about something. She turns back towards the desk, she didn't see me after all.
Did she feel my presence?
I consider the possibility that I'm really here, in which case what I'm doing would be very creepy.
I decide to go back home... for some reason I'm immediately in my bedroom again.

I want to have a proper lucid dream, but I feel like I can't in this state.
I try to move back into my body...

Well... this was weird.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was either with a group of people or watching them as if watching like a disembodied viewer. The people were in some kind of store like an old deli, which also felt like an old trading post. The people were mostly men, maybe older men. They surrounded a younger man.

The younger man was pale white. He wore a 1970s style suit with a blue jacket, white shirt, and tie. He had long, frizzy hair which was balding away from his forehead. He had pale, blue eyes, a kind of nubby nose, and a mustache. He may have had pimples or boils on his face.

The man had either been involved in some crime or had witnessed some crime. Now the men were trying either to get the man to give them whatever he had gotten from the crime or to refrain from telling the police about the crime. But the man wouldn't cooperate. I got the feeling that, right or wrong, the guy was kind of sleazy or cocky.

The men did something to the man, possibly beating him up somehow. They then poured some kind of liquid like gasoline down his throat. After this they may have lit a match around him.

The man was dead. The men were now just outside the store. But the outside of the store was like a log cabin in the woods. Something about the event was repeating itself inside, as if the man were dying all over again.

The leader of this group of people was now a black woman with short, reddish-blonde hair. The woman now stood before the men, outside. She asked them if everything had been taken care of. The men said yes. They had even laid the man's body on her bed, as she'd asked.

I now saw the woman's bed, as if the woman's bedroom were just upstairs from the deli/trading post. The body of a tall, muscular, black man lay on the left side of the bed. The body may have been naked or clad only in white underwear.

I now understood that the woman's husband had died. The woman was going to use this dead body to get in touch with her husband somehow. Possibly she was just going to lay on the bed and talk to the dead body as if it were her husband. But possibly the husband was actually going to possess the body.

A little story played out in my head where the woman lay down to talk to the body. The body became possessed, surprising the woman. The body spoke, but it couldn't move. The woman may have decided to have sex with the body.

Dream #2

I saw the top of my head somehow. I saw some rather long and stringy pieces of dandruff in my hair. I was kind of grossed out. I searched through my hair, trying to figure out how much of this big dandruff I had.

I saw, then, that parts of my hair had actually been stapled to my head. It was done in tiny bands, like braids on a small girl's head. I thought that I had gotten my hair stapled to my head the last time I'd gotten my hair cut. That had been two months ago -- too long, I thought. By now, the staples would be grown into my head. When the haircut people went to take them out, it would really hurt.

Dream #3

I was looking through an Ikea catalog for stuff for my house. I may have gotten a bunch of stuff already. But now I thought I'd need a bed, too. But I was reluctant to get a bed. They cost so much, and I'd already spent so much.

So I looked through a few different kinds of alternative beds, which were cheaper. One was just some blue mattress. Others were tiny, baby-sized mattresses, which I may have taken for cribs.

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I was supposed to try an ISO tone last night, but I went to bed too late and was too tired. I'll get to bed at a normal time tonight and try it with WILD.

The first dream was short and un-detailed. I was at home, waiting for my Mum to return with Hungry Jack's (or Burger King). I went out the front to find a bag half the size of me, filled with our meals. I took mine.

In the second dream, I'm at an airport with my older brother and mum at night. I remember walking around an empty town / city.

The third dream was weird. I was in a small room. It looked like a arts & crafts storage room. It had white walls, as do most rooms in my dreams. I saw a man leaning against the door. He was trying to get away from from a ghost. The ghost wasn't really a ghost; it was a figure made with the items in the room. The man pulled up a pair of scissors. I see, outside the room, a girl reaching through the door and grabbing them. I don't see what happens next, but I fear the man, with no weapon, was killed by the ghost.

The fourth dream was quite vivid. I had gotten a new keyboard (musical instrument, not computer keyboard). It was attached to a TV. Both the TV and keyboard were old and dusty. I remember the telly was brown and analogue. They were both mounted in the middle of a room. The telly was in the middle of, behind and above the keyboard. I walked up to it and filled with a switch. This dream was vivid, but also short.

In the final dream I only remember being in my bedroom, walking to my pencil case in the cupboard and finding some old chocolate. I pondered for a few moments before deciding to take it.

Good morning, everybody. My recall was pretty crummy last night. I was playing around on the internet way too much. That always screws me up.

Dream #1

I was in a small room like a bedroom. There were a lot of other people in the room with me, possibly all female. We were all jumping up and down on the floor. The floor was white and plasticky. But there was also some loose, metallic frame making a grid of the floor. Also, the floor seemed to have more than one layer of plastic. The layers were flexible and separated from each other by about 20cm.

Somehow I came to understand that people jumped through this floor to be reincarnated. I saw a girl sink through the floor like a ghost. I knew she had passed, as a spirit, into a new body. I'm pretty sure I didn't want to be reincarnated. So I left the room.

Weird dreams, kinda nightmare-ish. All of the same location, appearing to be different dreams at different times.

Dark Nights
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I sat up from my bedroom. I got up to get a drink of water, but then the Christmas tree flashed alive for a second. I turned around and looked at it. It flashed again, brighter than ever, and I stumbled back into the wall. A man in the hallway said, "Go. To. Sleep!" He rushed me and I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I must have woken up, I'm not sure. I 'woke up'. I remembered the last dream I had where I had woke up in my bed and, instinctively did a reality check. I did atkins54 new reality check, and it passed, so I became lucid. I sat up again, and looked at the tree. There were presents under it which was unusual, all of them had been given out. I turned back to turn on a light, but I was electrocuted by the switch. Did I wake up again...? I was checking under the tree, and the presents were gone. I did a reality check to solidify the fact that I was (still?) dreaming. I walked into the hallway, and someone started to laugh and cackle, so I flew towards the garage exit. I was then suspended in air, unable to move. I tried to scream, "Light!" to increase the brightness of the dream so I could see who was laughing. But whoever it could manipulate my voice too. So I screamed, "L...AUGH!" He continued to laugh as I forced myself awake.

So I was sleeping in my dorm one night. Accidently fell asleep while watching TV and forgot to lock my door. In my dream I saw a ghost face of one of my roommates that said: "Wake up! Lock your door!" It was weird.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was "at home" with my mom and possibly a couple other family members. The house had two floors and probably a basement. The stairway up to the second floor was near the back of the house.

There was a policeman in the house. He was tall, white, with reddish-tan skin, blue-green eyes, a balding head of red-blonde hair, and a mustache. I saw him in my mind's eye, but I'm not sure if I ever saw him physically.

The cop hurried out the backdoor of the house at some point. He may have had some kind of goodbye scene with some of my family members.

I then realized that the cop was on the run. He had murdered another cop (who may have looked exactly like him, except pale white). The other cop's body, I knew (seeing it in my mind's eye) lay sprawled on the final few steps and the floor of the basement.

I felt like my family should have done something not to let the cop get away. I also felt like I should go after the cop or help the other cops find him. But I was too afraid to do so. I thought the cop would probably kill me.

At some point I realized that I had also murdered somebody, so that if I informed on the cop, I would only be letting the cops know where I was, so they'd come after me, too.

Dream #2

Some woman dressed as a ballerina with a tan, fluffy skirt and a black leotard-top was trying to get away from a killer. But at some point she had fallen from some height and broken her legs.

She was panicked. She now pretty much knew she was going to die. The killer, who may have been some kind of ghost-hag woman, would catch up to her and toture her to death.

Nothing lucid last night (I was lucid the night before, but just explored and didn't do much), but there was a pretty sweet fireworks show. It was one of those amalgams of a dozen different times and places and people who weren't exactly who they are in RL and probably wouldn't be in the same room together, but pretty much I was hanging out with family, and at one point we were outside and a fireworks show started one town over. Someone in our crew had some decent ones, too, and answered with a few bursts and bottle rockets. I remember one was kind of a dud and went into the lake/creek/whatever near us, and kept going off under the water. It was green and lit up the water in a cool way.

I also dreamed that I followed an old lady from my hometown down into a subway line hidden under one of the larger small towns around where I grew up. It was made of really old-looking, crumbling limestone. At the lowest level it was pitch black and there were--wait for it--vampire ghosts. I tried to get the old lady out of there, but I was basically manhandling her up the stairs, and she wasn't getting anywhere, so she decided to kick me down the stairs and run :/

i havent posted in a while because i havent had any dreams i could remember. today i had two, but could only remember part of the second one. sorry about this being all in lowercase, and for any typing errors... once again im in an ipod. im just too lazy to start my computer up.


the first one starts out as me being a pirate. apparantly im an old, retired pirate, and my hobby is collecting coins. im digging around in a shallow swamplike pond, grabbing at the shiny things i can see under the surface, lifting them up to look at them, then puttung them in a basket. the coins are all old ones, varying in size and shape. they dont look like anything ive seen before. im veey excited, because ive "hit the jackpot" and found a puddle with lots of coins in it. a pirate friend comes along, and is jealous that im finding all the good coins. i tell him that ice been looking for years for one certain coin, and i cant find it.

in the same dream, im not the pirate anymore, but a servant to a queen. she brought me into her bedroom and is showing me the wood floor, complaining about it always being wet. i notice she has a lot of crap on the floor thats getting wet, so i throw it onto her bed, and look at the floor. one side is completely dry, the other looks like a puddle. i guess she wants me to figure out whats leaking, so i look closely. i then notice that the puddle now looks more like left over mop water, like someone was mopping the floor there and it hadnt completely dried yet. i poinr it out to her. "see those streak marks?" "no, i cant see anything." i grab her and place her in the right light. she gets surprised, and tells me that the ghost of the elderly pirate must be making her floor wet, since he used to be the guy who swabbed the deck. i didnt know that he had died, so she explains to me how he died. the scene turns into a flashback, with the queen talking in the background, explaining what was going on.

the old pirate gave up in coin collecting and tried to tame water girrafes (girrafes that lived in water) and teach them tricks. every time he blew a whistle the girrafes would jump out of the water at the same time. for some readon, this was cruel, the girrafes plotted and tried to find a way to kill him. one time, when he blew his whistle, a panther jumped out of nowhere and killed him. just then his old friend came along and pulled a crayfish catchy thing out of the water. inside was the coin the old piratw was looking for his whole life. the friend showed it to the dead pirate, and he somehow smiled.


after that, i had a dream about being in the army. all i can remember is that they had to test you to make sure you were capable of being in the army by making you walk across a canyon on a thin beam of wood. i was afraid of falling, so i crawled across. the other army people said i was cheating, but the drill instructor was very impressed and commended me on thinking outside the box. then there was something about playing badminton and hunting impalas, but i dont really remember anything about it.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I was just cockblocked in the coolest way ever. Had a few dreams last night, and even though I don't remember much from them, I'm sure they were all very long and complicated.

04.00: Debt
I'm at some random place in the woods with alot of other people. I guess it's some kind of festival and it's pretty dark outside. I bump into a guy and I realise it's someone I once knew. Unlucky me he's one of the "badass" people here in my hometown and he claims I owe him money. "Give me 6000 kr and we call it even" he tells me in that respect-demanding soft voice. I know this won't end up good for me if I don't do what he says so I tell him that he will get his money. I have to almost kiss his fucking feet for him not to rage on me... I'm not sure how the dream ended, but I remember making alot of calls.

6.30: Sink
I'm leaning on a sink in a bathroom. There's another person there but I don't know who. "If you close your eyes and imagine being in a dream, you will soon be in it" I say. I close my eyes, relax and try to imagine stuff. It's mostly black. "This is how you WILD" I try again but I don't get much.

Two thumbs up for not realising I was already in a dream! But I did try to incubate in the dream, which is progress atleast!

8.00: Subconscious cockblocking
I'm at the most awesome beach ever. There are white buildings on either side of me and the water almost touches them. A band is playing at a platform out in the water and there's a pretty big crowd of people watching. A couple of minutes later the band has disappeared and the crowd aswell. The waves are alot bigger now and I can see several people surfing. My brother goes into the water with a surf board and I follow.

A wave comes crashing down on me as soon as I reach the water and I tumble around for a couple of seconds before I get back on my feet. I don't know why, but I have a radio controlled car. I steer it into another wave and I follow it. We both make it through but on the other side, a woman in the late 30's has speared my car! She removes the spear and I see three holes in it. "What did you do that for?" I ask.

I make the car go forward but it shuts down every other second or so. "You owe me 20$" she looks at me and tries to explain something. I notice how hot this woman actually is. Grey pants with blonde hair and nice breasts. "Do you wanna fuck?" I ask her just like that. (I'm actually 1/4th lucid kinda at this point) She looks over at her fat husband who's out in the water. She quickly nods at me and I take her hand and head for the nearest building.

The house isn't really finished and hasn't been painted. There are no windows and no door. Suddenly a small girl appears in the door and walks by. She has a yellow/brownish colour to her like an old photo, black long hair and a wound on her forehead. She grins at me evily and I stop. "Fuck that, I ain't having sex in a haunted house" I say and start walking towards another house. We enter it and the woman runs ahead into one of the bedrooms.

I'm not far behind but when I enter it, she's gone. "Wtf is going on?" I wonder and I see a closet. The doors open and a small girl walks out, in a pink fluffy pyjamas. "Oh shit... Damn you ghost girl!" I think for myself and I realise this is all just an illusion. It's still a woman! (like in movies where one person has hallucinations) I lay her on the bed and I try to imagine her turning into a woman again. Nothing happens and now she's not even a girl, she's a large doll. I start unzipping the pyjamas from the top and when I reach the bottom, it's still a doll...

The evil Cockblocker The doll

11.00: Robbing my uncle
I'm with another guy and we both got rifles. I kick the door infront of us open and storm in. With a couple of well placed shots, two of the three guys in the room goes down. I drop my rifle and take out my sidearm. With a swift motion I take the last guy down on the floor and hold the gun to his head. "What's the combination to the computer?" I ask him. "You'll never get it!" my uncle replies and I bend his arm a little.

"He won't crack" the other guy says and I release him. A black and white cat walks by and I grab it. "Perhaps this will make you talk" I say and put a boot on the cat. I'm not really hurting the thing and he can tell. "Fuck you!" I pick up the cat and start strangling it gently. The cat starts meowing and I know my uncle will crack this time. "Okay okay I'll tell you the code" I release the cat and it hits me, clearly pissed off. We get the documents we need.

12.00: Zombietheme maths
I'm standing outside of a locked building and the world is filled with zombies (don't know why, but that's how it is). To get in I have to do math. There's a big board on the roof of the building and I can see several digits. "2*2*2=" I try to calculate it but the numbers I write down keep changing and nothing adds up. I get really frustrated. This goes on for like five minutes.

12.00: Looking for the second glock
I'm walking towards my appartment building and I reload my glock. "Hmm it would be awesome to storm in with one glock in either hand" I think and put the safety on, and put it behind my back. I reach for my bag which turns into a binder. I don't know how I was supposed to find the second glock in there but I look for it anyways. I see several pictures and texts I've written. Even some pictures my friend Jonas had drawn. "He's good at drawing" Monica points out.

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Food before bed: 100 mg B6. 3 Omega-3 pills.

That's it! I was a bit more lucid than usual in all my dreams, and I knew I could change them like I wanted to. Like the cockblock dream and the uncle dream. I knew what was going to happen kind of... Anyways it was a cool night with great vividness and very interesting dreams. Even tho strangling that cat was a bit disturbing, it survived!

It's actually my uncle's birthday today and I had totally forgotten about it. Perhaps that's why I dreamt about him? The subconscious is a cool thing, if I don't feel bad for cheating in a dream, my subconscious makes sure I won't get laid!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I had a number of dreams, but they're mostly so fragmented I can't remember them. This is the only dream I remember.

I was in my great-grandmother's house, probably with my mom and my sister. My great-grandmother had passed away a while back (like in waking life), and the house was empty. But I think my mom, my sister, and I were going to throw a party for our whole family in the house, like my great-grandmother used to do.

I walked into the kitchen. I may have had the feeling that I didn't belong in the house for some reason.

Now my great-grandma appeared. She may have risen up through the floor, or she may just have suddenly appeared before me. She stood really close, between me and the kitchen counter. She was even shorter than she had been while she was alive.

She may have told me something. But I can't remember what it was. She may have seemed a little agitated or annoyed.