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There was some man running around the streets of some city with a gun. Police chase him all the time but in the end they were helpless. Later on when it was evening everyone gathered by local store in my home village. The man with gun was there, everyone gathered by the store due to him. People were talking and stuff, but everyone was scared. When the gunman lost his focus I grabbed his gun and pointed it at him. Everyone sat on the ground, somewhat sad. I shouted that they only listened to him because he had a gun, which he used as argument of force to keep them there. The man took another gun, two more people with shotguns appeared. My pistol turned into double barrelled shotgun. One of the gunmen said that all these people don't want me here and that they'll cleanse the streets. I replied that I'll start cleansing them with him, then ran away, found cover and pointed my shotgun at the gunman.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

12-10-11 No real intentions, had quite an interesting day, but I was up early due to yesterday's perceptual dream so was fairly shattered.

“I know my hands can soothe your pain”

I am massaging Tenna, sat behind her, she is wearing black underwear and some trousers of beige and brown colour. We are placed on a wooden floor with pillows spread around the room, it is fairly bright in the room. I am focusing on areas that have been missed by the people doing her massage earlier. Which turns out to be somewhat painful for her.

In particular the right side of her neck is causing trouble and when I start working on this area she jolts and might even have reached out to grab me. but I continue slightly lending a hand in her back to support her. I somehow feel that I have to do it for her to get better. Though she is in pain she also likes having my hands on her body.

It turns into a sensual experience where I gently lie her down, though it is fairly annoying it is a hard wooden floor. I am trying to remove her trousers and she is helping a bit with this, but then we stop. She explains that she will go out and prep the room and make it a little more comfortable.

I wake up rather excited almost to the point where it becomes painful.
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“My snake and I”

I have bought a snake, a tree snake. I think to myself that it is a rather odd purchase considering I have a thing for venomous snakes. I am aware that it will have to actually chew on me in order to inject it's venom, but still it is loose in the apartment, having released it at some point.

It is a baby snake, very small and completely silver (unnaturally so) in colour. My flat is strange it is two fairly narrow rooms across each other on a hall way that is far longer than it needs to be. It seems dark in either of the rooms.

Looks a bit like this guy



Though emphasis on silver!

I regret having released the snake as it is making me on edge, so I spent a fair amount of time walking from one room to the other trying to figure out a safe method of catching this snake. I distinctly remember holding a large glass in one hand intending on luring it in there, though I am nervous about having my hand so close to the animal.

At one point the snake darts from one room to the other right next to me as I am standing in the hall way. I am not sure if it is because I have thrown some food in there or what it was. I remember it glinting with it's silvery colour.

Some way or another I end up catching this snake and I am carrying it on my body, not even sure if it is in a container or even if it is inside me.
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“Meeting in Cells”

I am sat in a room discussing the deployment of the cell group chat room. Mikkel J is there and he tells me that he want to help out, but seeing as he is not part of the group there is limited he can do so he is sort of left out, which he understands. There is someone else there that might be Floatinghead.
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“The guard got gunned down”

Two people are going to get kidnapped or have already been kidnapped and they are stuck in a cellar behind bars. There is an Italian guy, dressed in white, who is supposed to watch over them. They keep telling him that he and all of them are in danger, in fact they specifically warn him that he is going to die.

He does in fact die a couple of times throughout the dream and these scenarios sort of act as the visions the two girls are using to warn him with. The two people are a woman and a younger woman or girl.

The last time he gets killed you see 4 people in the room waiting behind the door and for the guy to walk downstairs to the cell. The cell in the cellar has a sort of a dungeon feel to it with rocky walls and there may even be a small stream running through the room. As the guard is walking down the stairs the four men attack and shoot him down with shotguns which results in blood spatter all over the place.
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“Handy legs”

Fragment of sitting in a sofa using my arms as an illusion for my legs towards someone, though I understand little of why.
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“Bridge to the new hood”

We are starting to use a new section of the city and it is connected by a rather large white marble bridge. At first though the bridge is very half circular, so much that it is too steep to get over it. However over the duration of the dream the bridge level off so it is possible to actually use it.

I get the feeling that the city is important, in particular the new section of it will come in handy.

The dream is longer but this is the only fragment that stands out to me.

11/12/2010
"Gold Rush"

I was working back at the insurance company, where I'd used to work, a few years ago. At first, it just seemed to be regular office life. There was a lot of conversation that went on, but I don't remember much of it. I do remember being hit on by an attractive, slightly older woman, and just kind of smiling it off. Come to find out, instead of being just an insurance company, we were also, apparently, a mint. There was a goldsmith there, who kind of reminded me of the Haitian, from Heroes, and he was more or less "making" this gold, by weaving a bunch of metals together, into long, golden ropes, and then would break down the compound and press coins out of them. We were printing so many, that I almost couldn't fathom not being able to keep one or two for myself. I mean, it was like an endless supply of gold, here. Surely they wouldn't miss one or two coins.

At first, I tried to ask KE, my old boss. She adamantly refused. Keeping a playful tone, I jabbed at her a few times, to see if she would give in. I said that we could just "pretend they fell off the delivery truck," and she refused again. I could tell that she was getting kind of annoyed, so I let it be and started walking back to my desk. On the way over, I passed the smithy. There was a large pile of coins just sitting there in front of me. By this time, I was determined. I glanced around real quick and swiped two coins, putting them in my pocket. I was curious to how much they would be worth, but really, I was more interested in just having the coins than cashing them in. (Heard a commercial on the radio, the other day, about the rarity of gold coins, and how the government is putting some back into circulation. Probably what sparked the gold coins, in this dream.)

Well, as it turns out, these coins were being forged for some kind of foreign cartel, and they were not happy, to find out that some of their shipment was missing. After I had gotten off from work, I'd gotten word that the cartel had come into the office, realized there were coins missing, shot the smithy (and my boss, I think. Not sure), and was on a manhunt for whoever might have taken them. Most of us had been hanging out at a pool or spring or something, when we got the news. Word was that the cartel knew where we were, and was on their way to see us. Immediately, I knew that I had to get out of there. After having made them come searching for me, I was convinced that they would shoot me on site, whether I gave them the coins back or not. Quickly, I got out of the water, and started heading away from the rest of the group.

I hadn't gotten completely free yet, though. There was a sequence here, when the cartel first showed up, and we were all running and hiding for our lives. I don't remember much of it at all. My recall skips ahead, to where a friend and I had broken away from the fray, and made it out of the area, to where we'd begun to think we were in the clear. (Don't remember who the friend was, though.) I still hadn't confessed to keeping the coins. It probably wasn't the wisest idea, but I was going to try to get out of this, without having to. We walked down a dirt road, surrounded by brush - heading somewhere I can't remember - when the cartel's Jeep turned onto the trail, behind us. When they saw us, the sped toward us, AK-47s waving in the air. We broke into frantic dashes in the opposite direction, the Jeep closing in. I tried to trail off, into the brush on the side of the road, but I knew that there was a man now right behind me, on foot, drawing down on me. I could practically feel how close he was. Knowing that attempting to crawl over the next ridge would have been futile, I rolled over on the embankment, onto my back, and stared up at the man with the huge silver handgun. He was only seconds away from squeezing the trigger. I could sense it. I knew I was about to die.

Suddenly, just as a stoic panic set in, I realized that this couldn't be happening! I was dreaming! The realization just suddenly slapped me in the face, brushing away all fear. With an evil grin, I stood up on the embankment, and started walking slowly toward the guy with the gun. He didn't know what to think. At first, he backed up a few feet, still aiming the gun in my direction. I knew he was going to shoot, so I braced for it - unafraid, because I knew his bullets would do nothing to me. He fired off a few rounds at me while walking backward in retreat. I didn't even feel the bullets at all (which is rare, even while lucid), and I just continued walking toward him. Finally, I got within arms reach and raised one arm, grabbing the barrel of his gun and crushing it like putty, in my grip. The fear in the man's eyes grew as he, no doubt, knew what was now in store for him...

Unfortunately, I don't remember anything after this point.