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I'm in a blue car we are driving up to a warhouse. We pull up inside and me and four other guys get out with our guns. We climb a ladder to get and advantage point and then we wait. Then they begin to come out out. Men dressed in black armor ran out from different places shooting at us. As I find all of them on my scope I shoot killing them. (The sex part I'll keep to myself.)

Date: ?? -Zombie Invasion- Semi -Lucid


Me And A Group Of People(That I'd Never Seen Before) Rush Out Of A Dark Courtyard(Filled With Zombies),Into A Dark Rustic Building.Once Inside, We Barricade The Entrance.Someone Passes Guns Out.We Travel Up Stairs In Effort To Find An Escape.We Don't Ever Find One.In Panic,(I Knew I Was Dreaming Here) I Jump Of The Huge Stair Case And Die.I Then Kind Of ,"Spawn" In A Beautiful Scenery On A Top Of A Mountain.I'm Riding Down The Mountain On A Type Sled With Wheels.I Then Force Myself Awake.
-End Of Dream-

I was in McDonalds with my sis. We were eating. Then suddenly, we have to escape. Some people want to kill or take us. We ran outside. Or rather, I ran outside while carrying her (she was small). They were shooting guns, and I shoot them with magical force. I ran on the street and shot them.

We were walking. I was with sis and... someone else. I think it was mom, but not sure now. We were walking, and I saw a huge tree from afar. It was sparkling, like early dawn with dews still fresh. It was beautiful and magical. We were going to that tree.

We arrived at the root, me and sis and mom, I think. We were talking. We crossed over an obstacle, and I found books. I looked for books that are interesting. One is a book about Sen. Mirriam Santiago, but co-authored by a few others. We climbed.

We climbed up the tree. But then it was no longer a tree. It was a dormitory of sorts. I walked, but couldn't find them. Then I heard a "door" close, and I saw that the wall is actually a door. I opened it, and saw stairs going up. I saw them up the stairs. I followed.

We put our stuff in our respective rooms. I was in the room with Cat. An old friend and classmate, JJ, was also there. Then Cat received a call from his mom. We all heard it. She was looking for him, and when he said we're on the third floor, she told him to move to the first/ground floor. I wanted to say it's "safer" up in the third floor, but everybody's packing their stuff already.

The place looked (or felt) like Cebu.

I going to keep this one short because I didn't type this up yesterday, and I still have to do today's entry. So, I'm not going to really describe anything. If I go into full detail, it will take me too long. Maybe some other day I'll add detail.

Tried WBTB, WILD, MILD. No LD.

First thing I remember is that there were these two kids named Landon and Brandon. They were trying to break into our vault (it leads to our living room, but set up differently). I found them trying to do this when I came back from buying Monster-sized beer, which is weird because I don't drink. I say, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" They told me to leave, or else they would kill me. Eventually I was inside the living room, and they came back. I think Anthony and Mom were with me. They were trying to get in, and they stopped for a second. I had enough time to grab a hammer that was outside of the vault on the wall. I used it to beat the crap out of them. I got away with killing them because they threatened me, they were trespassing, and I had an alibi. My alibi was the other intruder, he was a witness to the other kid's threat. Now that I think about it, he is no alibi if he is dead. Anyway, I told Anthony that I got away with it and I was like, "Feels good, man."

Next, a bunch of people were in our living room. It was our actual living room of our current house. John was divorced, and there were two Chrissy's. Anthony was there. Me and Anthony went up to my room because we were bored. When we got there, it was the room from the old house, and Mom rearranged all of my furniture without asking me first. But instead, everything was in shambles, but somehow this was registered in the dream as "rearranged."

Then, I got this vision/flashback of my mom being in this avant garde band when she was a teenager, and I thought they were actually pretty good. I saw the flashback as a grainy 80's music video, and everything was tinted green. My mom also looked normal at first, but then she looked like a dude. Like a lumberjack. And I was happy because people always say I look like my mom, and if she looked like a tough lumberjack, then I had nothing to worry about.

Then we were at this shore house, at these docks. It was supposed to be the campgrounds. There were docks everywhere. We were getting ready to leave, and I had to go get this tire, then we could go. Ashley went with me to help. I got sidetracked, and I was wearing this suit. The jacket was itchy and fuzzy and purple, and so was the fedora I was wearing. I also had a suitcase. I was walking through a school. I stop to chat with this lady, and I start flirting with her. She has two kids, one being a baby. She starts to trust me and wants me to watch the baby. I don't like babies, so I make excuses. "I actually have to leave, I'm sorry." I was going to say, "Can I at least have a kiss before I go?" But Kyle Moken walked by and I didn't ask because I guess I was embarrassed.

Then, while walking through the lunch room, I saw Ephraim. He had his afro on. Everyone had these double airhead packs (the candy), and each one had games on them, like guessing sports players, and sports trivia. Ephraim started talking to me, because we had not seen each other in a while, and I had to cut him off. He's the kind of guy that can talk FOREVER, and I really did have to go. I apologised, and kept walking. I got to this one classroom. I saw Rosemary sitting in one of the seats. She was very vivid. Her flawless, pale skin stood out the most. I remember thinking, "For someone I hate, she really is hot." I walked into the classroom, looking for the door to get outside. The walls were all glass, and I could already see outside, so I couldn't find the door at first. I knew everyone was staring at me, and my suit didn't make me look very inconspicuous, but I didn't care. I found the door and headed outside. I walked along these empty roads next to the small docks by the lake. It was a very small lake. I was trying to get to these rocks where these earthworms were. What I had to do with these earthworms was pretty disgusting, and all I'll say is that in the dream, people did this since childhood, because it was a part of growing up. I decided not to do it because it was so disgusting. No, I didn't have to eat them. I walked along some more, and I got to this road, where cars would usually be along, but there were no cars in sight. There road was along side a very large and open lake, but the water carried on for as far as you could see. It was a very pretty sight. Anyway, I was walking towards it, still in my suit, and I saw these tall weeds growing out of the ground where the shore to the lake would be, which was right next to the road. The wind was blowing in such a way that it made them look like a giant alien frog looking at me, but then I realised it was my imagination, and it was only weeds.

I woke up around 7 AM.

Went back to sleep.

First, I was in the school cafeteria of the middle school. I was sitting next to that one black chick who I always claimed I didn't remember her name, just to joke around with her. Of course, now, I really don't remember her name. She was very violent in my dream. Across from me was this Asian girl. She was my helper or something, like for college I think (?). I made a casual joke to the black chick, and she grabbed my head and bashed it on the hard wood table. She was just messing around, but she didn't realise she was hurting me. Everyone around was like, "DDDAAAYYYUUMMM!!!", but curiously, I didn't care one bit.

Then I was trying to find my bike to go home. Everyone was in this big open space that was very desert-like, but it was next to this beautiful, sparkling ocean that you could see from these roman columns off to the side. There were a lot of remains of rocky architecture scattered around, along with some sheds, and there was also a landing with cobblestones that has steps and columns that led back to the school. Where they led was only DE, as I did not actually see where they went. On the side opposite the ocean, was a road that led to a highway, and neighborhoods. It was a very surreal landscape, and the "ideal" dream world. The highway looked like the one in the earlier dream with the weeds that looked like the alien frog. Mr. Coonio was there, and he was making sure everyone got a dirt bike to go home on. They were spelled dirk bike in my dream. I remember mentioning to Adam that I could never figure out those stupid things, and I insisted on riding my normal bike, but I couldn't find it so I gave the dirk bike a try, and wound up riding it along the road to the highway, but then to the right, and into this shed to park and get off. Then I found a silver and shiny gun, and a dark black one. I asked Mr. Coonio if I could fire a test shot inside (we were suddenly inside, but it was pretty much just a roof over the whole complex, and everything was tinted red.) He said no, but I accidentally fired a shot at the wall, and he said not to let it happen again. It had the most sensitive trigger ever. Then I was by this railway turntable, and there was only the front of the train on it, and it was very small, and I found another gun. I decided to fire another shot because I wanted to test to gun, and this one hit this concrete slab that was sticking out of the ground right next to me. It ricocheted, and I was afraid the bullet may have hit me, because I remember hearing that you don't noticed the pain until you see it (DE). I looked down cautiously, and saw a bruise on my calf muscle. Not so bad. But then I vowed that it was too dangerous, and I wasn't taking another chance, so I threw both guns in the ocean.

Then, I took off all of my clothes because I felt like running around naked for some reason. I put them behind this shed at the far end of the desert area, and behind the shed was also a long fence that led to a very suburban neighborhood on the other side. I ran towards the cobblestone landing. I noticed there was a group girls walking around, as if they were tourists. There were holes in the stones walls and pillars that separated each section. I tried running past the group, who was pretty far away. Unfortunately, there were more in the assembly line than I expected, and the last girl saw me. So now I'm hopping through the holes in the walls and pillars, trying to avoid them and get back to my clothes. Suddenly I didn't care, and I walked back to my clothes behind the shed. Some old Spanish lady saw me from the other side of the fence. Oh well. Then I woke up.

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

Dream Two:
"The Kidnap Kid"

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

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

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

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

First, something happened and I had to bring mom back to life by using some sort of liquid. Then, there was a battle between yellow and blue robots. One part of the battle, the yellow robots gathered the blue robots together to shoot a giant rocket at them.

Then, with the M.U.G.E.N characters, there as a fight in the some stages. EX: there was Sonic vs a better Sonic on a Sonic stage (the first level) but the stage was just ongoing and moving. There were lots of hills.

Another part of the dream, a green bean thing from Mario and Luigi superstar saga was continuously falling, and Fox was shooting at him with Arwing lasers (pictured below). The lasers would hit the bean at the top of its head, and they would slide off. Then, fox shot a bomb at him from the ground.
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10/12/2011
Fragment
(Ugh. Completely lost a lucid dream. )

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

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

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



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

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


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

I'm on my way to sleep when I see this huge goldfish swimming circles around my bed. It's about 3 feet long, and it's just swimming there in my HI. Normally I don't get HI like this, but it was off the charts today. After that it slowly turned into a mermaid, and then I tried to get out of bed, and woke up

Finally I find myself in a dream. I'm in some dark old abandoned mansion with about three to four other people, and we all have weapons. There are werewolves in this house, and everyone is afraid to go. I man up, and tell them I will be the point guy, and everyone follows me. We travel down this long hallway, and then it splits off in to two. (I head right just like in my previous dream) and everything seems too quiet. We were all armed to the teeth with weapons, and I had my fatigues on as well.

We came across two rooms that looked completely trashed. Pillows were ripped, the bed was ripped, and there was stuffing scattered about. Broken chairs, lamps and tables matched the bed perfectly. The second room was about the same except there was a corps in there. He had no head, and the blood that hung down his chest was close to hemolizing, but not all the way. It twinkled as the flash lights of my squad mates surveyed the area.

Suddendly I whispered loudly "turn off your lights, it's still here!". Soon as the lights went out, all hell broke loose. I don't remember what gun I was shooting at, but I was firing from the hip, and not letting up. The werewolf rushed me and kept taking the blows. There was a rattle of machine gun fire that rang out between each of my blasts, and just when it got close to me, it dropped dead.

We continued on a little less cautiously, but I had the feeling that wasn't the end of it. As we made our way down the hall, not even to the next room, we were suddenly attacked. Obviously it's heading straight for me again this time. Flashing it's long sharp teeth and yellowish eyes, the brown behemoth pounced at me. It was almost as the volley of bullets that were sent to his back only propelled him even farther. I dodged, and ran in the direction he came from. As he hurried towards me, I ran backwards and continued shooting him. He must have been smarter and stronger than the previous one because he took my squad mates out one by one as he passed them. Soon we're running in circles and I really don't think I'm going to make it. Finally he gets to me......


I wake up in another part of the mansion, as if I've respawned. The rest of the crew was there looking unscathed. The first thing that came out of my mouth was spreading out and being mobile. I woke up (in SP) before we could start our journey all over again

09/27/2011
Dream One
"I'll Take My Chances with the Zombies..."

Zombies were attacking. At first, I was in an unfamiliar home, with some chick. I know that we were friends, at least, but I don't know if there was anything else going on between us. Without warning, zombies began breaking into the house, and I grabbed the girl by the hand and tried to help her escape, while she was busy losing her mind about the situation. It took us some time to find an exit that wasn't overrun with the undead, and we eventually made our way to the garage. Immediately, I started thumbing around for any tools I could use as weapons. I don't remember what I actually grabbed (if anything), but we were soon trying to force our way out of the garage and passed the growing mass of zombies that were coming up the driveway. During the scuffle, one of the zombies had gotten a hold of my arm, raking its fingernails across my flesh and tearing open the smallest of gashes. It was just a tiny scrape, and I didn't really think anything of it.

We continued fighting our way through the streets, and it seemed like the zombies were constantly multiplying, the longer we stayed alive. Dozens turned into hundreds. Hundreds seemed to turn into thousands. By now, my wound had visibly worsened, and I could feel an intense throbbing, slowly creeping its way up my arm. I knew that I had been infected, but I wasn't about to just rollover and let myself succumb. The longer we ran, the more that this girl seemed to be going crazy. She kept clinging to me, begging me not to leave her - even though I made no implication that I was doing so. Then, she started actually coming onto me. She began talking about how we were like the last 2 humans left, and she wanted me to be with her forever, and be her 'one and only.' (She continuously used that exact phrase.) At first, it was just annoying, but then it really began to freak me out. After a while, she could see that I was becoming more stand-off-ish, and she was becoming even more clingy. The clingier and crazier she got, the more I just wanted to get the hell away from her. Soon, it was like she became just as much a threat to me as the zombies, and I began running and hiding from her as well, while she tenaciously tried to hunt me down, attempting to make me want her.

The last few moments of the dream that I remember, were when I was coming to a T-junction of two city streets. In front of me, there was a horde of zombies walking in my direction. Turning to the left, I could see another large group of them, coming up the perpendicular street. Then, looking back the way I had come, the street was filled with the zombies that I had been chasing me for the last couple of blocks. I was surrounded, and I was running out of concrete, between myself and the approaching hordes. Practically out of options, and feeling the onset of panic, it finally hit me. I was dreaming! Immediately, relieved, I launched myself into the air and flew up to the top of one of the tall buildings nearby. Just when I looked back down to the zombie-filled streets below, I woke up.


Dream Two
"Tonight, We Dine in Hell"

The only thing I remember was that I was in a truck accident, though I don't believe I was driving. Another guy and I actually had to lift this damaged truck up off of a female figure, whom we had struck and was stuck in the undercarriage. I had some vague awareness of the previous (dream) situation with the zombies, and I was convinced that we had simply hit a zombie, but the other guy obviously wasn't, so I helped him raise the tail end of the vehicle, which was surprisingly lightweight. I was surprised to see a young (human) woman, tangled up in the bottom of the truck; slightly battered and bruised, but actually not looking half bad, for having just been run over by a pick-up.

After removing the woman from the undercarriage, we began to walk with her down the dark, deserted stretch of road. After some time, this enormous RV pulled up behind us, apparently offering us a ride. A wholesome-looking family beckoned us inside, and we happily accepted. However, the moment we got on board this mammoth vehicle, we were greeted with the business end of a double-barreled shotgun. An old, conservative looking man was behind the trigger, and his face was stern, yet calm. There was a young boy standing beside him, and they - and a couple more members of the family, looked us over for a moment. Then, the man suddenly said something like "looks like you joined us just in time. We were just about to eat dinner..." he then motioned to the little boy, never taking the gun off of us. He said that the little boy was their hostage, that they were about to eat him, and that we were either going to partake in the meal, or he was going to kill us all, right then and there.

The last thing I remember is doing my best to stall him with some nervous banter, while frantically trying to get enough awareness of my surroundings to devise a way to get us the hell out of there.

09/26/2011
Dream One:
"Lucid Juggernaut"

The very first thing I remember is sitting on a couch, during the day, with a few friends. Without warning, a thunderous banging noise came at the front door. Someone apparently had a battering ram and was trying to bust into the house, while we were inside. Immediately, we all scrambled, taking up our guns and preparing for a firefight. However, with the loud banging becoming more intense, some of us were able to see just how many people were out there...and how many guns they had. We were not about to stick around and be slaughtered, so we all bolted out the back door, scrambling through the neighborhood and catching faint glimpses of hundreds of these heavily-armed thugs, raiding all of the houses in the neighborhood. We were being fleshed out, and our territories were being seized by this faction.

Before we were able to make it out of the neighborhood, we were cornered by a patch of these thugs. I don't believe we had our guns anymore, and they ended up robbing us for everything we had in our pockets. We could do nothing but stand there and fume over how we were being humiliated by these goons, and how helpless we were. After cracking a few jokes, they sent us on our way. However, after a few short steps, I finally realized how crazy this situation was. I figured out that I was dreaming, and I couldn't be more ready for revenge.

I turned around, mid-pace, and began walking back toward the thugs, whom had just robbed us. I didn't care how I did it, (or that it really didn't matter, because this was just a dream), but I was about to get our damn stuff back! Lol. They all watched me as I approached, waving my hands back in my direction, and yelling at the armed men to bring it on. Accepting the invitation, they all started firing at me, simultaneously. At first, I began to let the bullets just slam into me, while I continued walking toward them. I had to clentch my fists and brace forward, because they bullets were actually a bit painful, but I tried to just push the sensation out of my mind, while I stalked twoard the men. When it finally became too uncomfortable, I took to catching most of the bullets in my hands, which also stung, but was still effective. However, the men just continued firing, and even with a good level of lucidity, it was beginning to get a little overwhelming. I was still having a good time, though, watching them sh!t bricks when they saw how they couldn't really stop me with all that firepower.

An idea came to mind. Focusing my intention to use a little telekinesis, I brought my hands in front of me, fingers curled toward on another, as if I were palming a basketball. With the men continuing to fire away at me, I drew all of my attention to the empty space between my hands, and 'willed' all of the bullets to be drawn to this void. The bullets immediately ceased hitting me, and I could literally see them being collected, in this empty space between my hands, as if there were a powerful, invisible magnet floating there. (I had gotten the idea from the Mech Suit scene, in the movie District 9, where the Mech used some sort of technology to catch the bullets in mid air, and collect them into one, floating spot.) Then, once I had a good mass of bullet heads collected in this space, the men finally stopped shooting. They stared at the hovering bullets with awe, and were obviously loss for words. Smiling, I quickly flung my hands out in the direction of the gunmen, launching the spent bullets out of the space between my palms, like buckshot from a gun (which is also what the Mech did, with the bullet tips, in the movie). It was just awesome, and I'm surprised it worked, so effortlessly. The first wave of thugs dropped like stones, and more moved in from around the neighborhood. I basically ripped through them all, using their own weapons against them, but eventually losing lucidity. I was able to keep the control for a bit, but the bullets began to take their toll on me, and I could feel myself dying. Still trying to fight through the sensation of having my energy drained from me, I eventually had to succumb. I ended up dying in the street, seeing myself in the third person as a female friend from my group clutched me and cried.

(There was a strange transition here, that might have been a completely different dream, where some girl, that might have been the same one, was going down on me in a public place. I remember being lucid here, for a moment, but still a little embarassed that people were watching us and walking right by us, even though I knew they were DC's.)

The dream then transitioned again (or there is just a lot I am missing), and I was now in some scenario where I believe I was a police offer. I had lost my lucidity again (but, again, I don't feel like it was a separate dream). My female companion from earlier was still with me, and she was acting as my 'partner'. We were in some similar situation to what had happened back in the neighborhood, in that we'd set up some kind of presence in this huge, multi-level office building, but were run out of it by this larger faction. This time it was more of a shadow organization with lots of money, modern security, and lots more firepower than even the thugs from earlier.

Having failed our first confrontation with these new gunmen, I remember us walking back out toward the parking lot, pissed off at having not been able to bring the group down. Once again, just on the verge of retreat, I realized I was dreaming once again. My disappointment instantly turned to mischeivous glee. Without saying another word, I reached into an open trunk and grabbed a handgun and immediately began to storm my way back into the tall office building, and up the stairs, toward where my squad had just been forced out of. I don't remember much of the battle, but it went pretty much like my rampage through the neighborhood, with guys emptying clips into me, and me just refusing to go down. I remember a specific corridor, where I tried shooting my gun, but it was just like a BB gun, and not doing any damage. Annoyed with this, I walked toward the nearest shooter - allowing his bullets to rip into me, on the way - and proceeded to try to pistol whip him and the guy next to him. Unfortunately, I got that 'sluggish' effect, and was not able to get any power behind my swings. The more intense the fighting got, the more I could feel my lucidity slipping in and out. I remained lucid enough to remember that I had died, during the last rampage, and I became anxious about whether or not this would happen to me again, now. I was able to survive this time, though, keeping myself calm instead of allowing the energy-draining sensation to creep back into me. Once I was done having my fun, I walked back down to the rest of my team, completely unharmed, but still riddled with bullet holes and bleeding from every inch of my body.

(There was another transition after this, which might have been a different dream, but I don't really feel like it was. It didn't really tie in with the theme from the previous, though, so I will just label it as a separate fragment, even though I'm admittedly not sure whether it was a seperate fragment, or just a continuation of the dream.)

Dream Fragment Two

I was with JH, and we were leaving my house (which was actually the house where the ex and I used to live, years ago). My mom had just come home (though she didn't actually live in that house with us, in waking life), and I had to break away to speak to her for a moment. All I can remember about talking to her was catching her on the front porch, and seeing that she was wearing a very nice, red dress, and really long hair.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

26-09-11Again planned on doing a wbtb, but this is just not the technique for me unless it happens naturally, which it does quite a lot. My recall has taken a dip, like a massive dip. I only remember forgetting more dreams than actually recalling them.

My intentions were same as before, decide what to do once I am awake during the wbtb. I only managed to think of Chichén Itzá firmly a couple of times. Anyways here goes.

“Mountain temple, in my honour”

The dreams starts out in birds eye perspective and I am looking at the mountains. In the midst of all the dark grey cliff tops covered in snow there is this temple to me, it looks a lot like La Sagrada Famila and there is a small city below.

I was a warlord or deity/demigod. I had constructed a temple high in the mountains. Some of the walls leading up to the main temple building from the city below looked a bit like the artwork of the original front entrance of La Sagrada Familia. The walls kept growing longer and longer throughout the dream.

Below the temple there was a city that I had constructed and continued to develop through the course of the dream. The houses were mainly constructed out of brick walls though it looked crude and pelleted and less like actual masonry.

I am walking through the city trying to find a spot where I can build more homes. The way this works is by me finding a piece of wall and trying to put down a house where I want it to be constructed. I am walking under this bridge, I think I have a brief moment where I think to myself that it is completely illogical that the bridge is where it is. The bridge means that there are only a few selected places where I can put down the housing. The invisible plan I am dragging around for the house lights up in blue when I find a suitable area.

I can only put two or three rows of housing under the bridge and I abandon the idea and start walking out in the city again. I then look up and realise that I haven't utilised the upper floors of most of the buildings I have already placed. This will be a great way to achieve more space for my followers. I don't think I actually need more, but more space might lure more, which might have some sort of benefit.

As I am standing contemplating the difficulty of what I am about to endeavour into, Guilermo of weeds walk up to me with a Glock in his hands. He is out to get me, though I can't exactly remember why so, but I know he has a fairly good reason. I look around and see that it will be difficult for me to run.

A stranger shrouded in darkness comes up and somehow wrestle the gun from Guilermo, think in retrospect he might have used telekinesis because it happened from a far. The stranger proclaims that there is only one shot left in the gun and it is useless or something. Guilermo pulls the trigger into his own finger and one shot is fired but doesn't cause him harm or even pain it would seem.

I flee back to my flat (apparently forgetting that the temple is for me). And soon thereafter Michael L comes knocking on my door. He has basically assumed the role of Guilermo and is out to get me now. I think I manage to beat him up a bit and wrestle the gun from him.

I go to bed and wake up shortly after to the sound of Michael and another bloke in the room. We take a trip down strange lane as Michael explains that he has found a neutral party to rationalise why he has a right to kill me. This guy Michael explains is called Jesper and he knows both of us.

I explain that I don't know him, and then Michael explains a bit more about him. It turns out that Jesper is a good friend of Michael's family and that he has once been in their house with my dad when they were working as builders. So I object to this allegedly “neutral” party and start beating up Michael again. I end up punching the wall pretending it to be Michael's head, which seems to work as I am gradually getting closer to the wall with each successive punch. In the end I have bashed his head into oblivion with my knuckles and I am making holes in the wall.

I then start talking to Jesper trying to justify my actions, and maybe keep him around a bit so he doesn't go running straight to the cops. Jesper tries to explain that Michael was just disappointed in me. I say “Why did he always bring a gun when he came seeing me then!?” Jesper replies with suspicion in his voice. “It was a Glock” I say. “Shit” Jesper replies. I think he just figured out where his Glock had gone.

Skip

I am talking to Jesper that I bought this car in a second hand shop and that it was quite a good deal. Still in the room as the violence went down. The car came with a purse a rather large red handbag and I am a bit embarrassed about this. I do hope the keys are in there as I am rummaging through the bag. I pick out a bundle of keys and notice that not only are there keys to the car, but also a hell of a lot of other things. I remember one key in particular being fairly wide and blue/green. I was excited in finding out what these keys were for.

Wake up.

Notes: That stranger surrounded in darkness could well have been another dreamer. I had no idea why he was there or what he intended. I always seem to have a vague idea what DCs are plotting, though this guy/girl was a complete blank.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

20-09-11 Fell asleep at about 01:00 GMT +1 (woke up at 07:30) after having burned through some neurology pages, intending on meeting up with Kaomea.

Shoot Out: Save the girl!

We are in a warehouse and we are aware that there are armed men. My female companion take point and take out a couple of guards on the way into the warehouse. We

We are wielding M16s, the woman goes in shoots the first and the second, but gets hit. I am at the point of view behind the shooter and I see that where she gets hit isn't lethal, rather on the hands or arms.

I think I have changed into Fox Moulder and I get really upset at the bastards taking down my partner. I empty the clip into the bad guy, maybe a bit more vindictive than I need be. I take point, I make contact with the little girl behind the desk, there is a fair amount of light coming through the windows.

I think we might be in there for the girl, I try and establish if there are more bad guys, don't think there is.
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Alternative Bus Route

I am on the bus on my way to Århus, think Ramskov or another of my friends are with me, in fact I think I have to punch in for him. I have to run across the street in order to catch the bus, and the driver seems anoyed (probably because I run out in front of him, breaking his take off) but he decides to stop and let me on board.

We have to take an alternative route, our driver seems pissed off as he doesn't like the neighbourhood he has to go through. It becomes apparent for a couple of reasons, first off al there are a lot of narrow corners and sharp turns that is almost impossible to make for a bus and secondly there are a lot of middle eastern people in the streets unwilling to move.

We end up having to go through a garage where all of us bar the driver has to get out of the bus in order to go under some wall. While in the garage a kid is acting up and I end up giving him a slap before I go back in the bus, he seems a bit upset by that and he has some friendly communication with the bus driver and I give him a remark that he should come and work at Falck when he comes of age as he clearly has some mechanical skills, he seems happy at this.
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Tiny Tennis Game

I am standing at a gas station or similar, think I might be chatting to someone when all of a sudden a tennis ball come flying over a fence across the road to where me/we are standing. I run a bit in order to throw the ball back in, but before I can reach it I see a little girl in, I believe, a pink dress/tennis outfit.

I throw the ball across the street and I see that it bounces slightly off the wall and starts running down the hill. I sure hope it won't get out on the road too much, but at least now she won't have to cross the entire road endangering herself.
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Ruminations of the waking state activation

I am falling asleep and waking up quite a lot in the beginning of the night and my thoughts are on the way my brain is activated. It shifts from being a blue rectangular area to a larger red (not sure of the shape) area. Unfortunately I can't remember which state was witch though I think the larger activation area was the sleeping state.

Notes: Tanks to Kaomea and Nephanim for the new and enhanced dream format.

I was in an orphanage of sort. There are other people around me. There's also Luis M. We were making love very awkwardly. Then the person changed into someone else. It was my lover (a stranger). We were sleeping side-by-side, with my lover to my right. Looks Caucasian.

Then we had to escape. It was an orphanage for kids used for crimes and other stuff. The leader was there. When we approached the door, the leader popped out. He shot and hit me on the right side of my torso. I shot him and hit him on the head, and he dropped dead. I didn't feel anything.

We continued running, but we're not sure which way was out. There were many others. Then some were out. I was looking for someone. Had to find him. I was outside. The others were just staying right outside. I told them to run as far away as they can because there's a bomb.

There was a pregnant woman coming out of the building. At first I was just watching her, and then I was accompanying her, as she climb up the... stairs?

Then there was an explosion. With no sound.

16-09-11 Showdown starting in hornslet, mexican goes nuts with a gun firing small bullets though they could kill, think he misses all, I try to stop him, but he has a gun, after he is done shooting I take him to the ground and start choking him to render him unconscious, some weird car appear to pick him up think the colour shifts from dark/black to red, looks like the gorilaz in it.

Think it has something to do with Esteban Reyes, he is cleaning out the house of people that work for him so we pay a visit. It seems like he is doing or has recently been doing the same in his mansion. There is a stand off, think I am the first to draw my weapon and command the opposing team to drop their guns, I might be in the perspective of Murphy, though I am sure I don't have breasts.

It all goes down well and I am sat next to Esteban or some agent (as either Nancy or Murphy) asking if it has all gone to shit over a woman, think I am hinting to myself. Esteban shows up and outs the agent and himself right after (pistol in the mouth style)
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Satelite pictures of just how close southern California is to the equator. Shifts out over a rather large island, I remember thinking it was some small island connected to the states, but it can't be with the size of it.

The POV shifts towards a giant bear that apparently swam across the world, eating large sharks as he paddled on. It looks like a druid in bear form and it sort of jumps behind the shark every time it gets attacked, although when a really big one appears it hides on a tiny islad and lures the shark to go there and then eats it.

The sharks look weird, like their spines are protruding out from either sides of their bodies.
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In the office as an errand boy, I have a letter to deliver, it is a tax claim for the company I work for. I accidentally open it as I don't know where to deliver it. I figure out it is one of those envelopes that automatically goes the right place.

in a meeting with the executives, afraid that they will discover it has been opened, I try and reattach the tape that would indicate this. They end up opening it themselves and I say “I will need a new envelope” “of course” they say and hand me one and tell me to use the old one to fill it out.

I leave the building contemplating how I can start systematically blowing up banks without anyone getting hurt. I stand at a games workshop type building and wondering if I could wrap the small metal figures around some small scale fire crackers and drop them in the letter boxes where they keep the cash.

It is early morning and all the shops are getting their wares. I keep running into coca cola affiliated delivery people and dislike them. The city looks like a mixture of Århus and Amsterdam by the water.

I get into some small alleys and I see a well trained man buying some coke light and he intends on serving out tasters, I briefly wonder if I can have some, but then I realise it is coke and I obviously know how it tastes.

I head for the museum and ask if it is free to get in, which it is. Inside there is an exhibition on all sorts of guns, AK47s to the left and there is a big collection of small canons in the next room I see.

There is a woman that keeps picking up the knives from the table and touching everything as she is explaining that she used to have this and that in her childhood home. She gets warned loads by the museum's custodian, who in the end asks the child if he/she would like a liquorice from the next room to get the woman out of there.
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Being driven home after a football match by Lars R. I tell him I would like to buy him a beer when we get back as a thank you. We stop at one point and he is having trouble starting again. We have to stop for gas on the way back home, when we do so it is in a large grey building-area.

So this dream was the first zombie dream I've had in a long time but it ended with me being lucid.

Okay so it started on a Camp Ground (as usual), and everything was normal. There were a lot of people I knew there, it was like a big gathering from my church. I just walked around and checked stuff out and talked to people about normal stuff. Then I noticed a Japanese girl with an anime haircut and outfit. She seemed alone and she wasn't talking with anyone so I introduced myself to her and led her around the campgrounds showing her the place. Then we met some people around our age and they were watching the crazies on a small tv plugged into a wall outlet on the outside of the cafeteria. It was half over when we got there. She was nervous at first but she got used to the other people there and I got to know a few of them (don't remember them but I know I got to know them). She didn't like the video because she said it scared her. I told her not to worry and that it's just a movie. When the movie was over I said that I was going to go back to my camp. When I turned to walk away I saw a guy on the shore of the lake trying to catch a bird and eat it. He looked like one of the crazies from the movie.

Everyone sitting near me that had been watching the movie just froze. The japanese girl said, "It can't be..." I immediately ran to the camp ground to tell everyone what I had just witnessed. They said I was just letting the movie get to me. I remember walking around some more and then decided to get back to the people I met watching the movie a while before. When I got there they were watching a women in the lake with water up to her nose with only her eyes showing above the waterline. She looked like one of the crazies. She just stared at us with no blinking and dark eyes. The people around me were talking about helping her and I was the only one that said it was not a good idea and that we need to warn everyone. Nobody believed me...

I ran to the camp and it was becoming hard to find people. Cars were not moving, no fires, just silence.

I knew I had to hurry and find something/someone to help me. I ran to an office building (odd having one of those on a camp ground) but it was somewhat destroyed. I ran to the building and rushed to find guns or something. Then, two crazies came from around the corner of a hallway and ran at me. I grabbed a piece of concrete from the building rubble and smashed one in the head and punched the other one in the head. They both lost their heads with ease (surprisingly).


I ran to the elevator but it was smashed in with a giant I-beam smashing through it. I took the stairs and explored the building a little bit but found nothing useful... I looked out the window of the building and saw two guys with an army truck and a machinegun turret on the back of it. And they were shooting at a few crazies but were also shooting at normal people. They were doing it just because they could. I knew I had to get out of here. I ran back down to the stairs and ran toward the parking lot to find a car and there were a ton of people running and screaming frantically in panic. Then things got worse. The two people on the army truck started crashing through cars and shooting everyone. I hid behind a car and watched people get mowed over by machinegun fire. They drove off after more people and I told everyone that we had to call for help but they said the phones were not working. I ran back towards the camp grounds and noticed some disco lights going off from the cafeteria. I can't remember if I was more relieved or confused.

And now, the strangest part.

There were crazies all around and all walking towards the cafeteria and TALKING TO EACH OTHER. They were like zombies. Slack in the jaw, mouth open, and the weirdest part was they talked with a redneck country accent. Now I have a country accent and I know that this was a REDNECK country accent. I thought maybe if I act like them, I can go in there too and they won't know. I walked in and talked redneck and had my mouth open and to the side (like a mentally challenged kid) and they didn't notice!!! Inside the cafeteria was a live band that weren't crazies, arcade machines, a dance floor, and food stands. I started having some fun and thought maybe they were just crazies in appearance and were just misunderstood. Then, I noticed that many of the crazies in there were friends and family of mine that were at the campground. I talked with them and they were glad to see me and were glad I could join them and be a crazy.

Then after a while the music got quiet and someone got up on stage and said, "People, you know why were here!" Everyone cheered. "We are here to stop the humans and destroy them!" More cheering but occasional zombie sounds like hissing and snapping. "We will kill them, eat them, or change them onto our side!" They all cheered and started exiting the building slowly.

I desperately tried to get away before someone noticed me and right when I got out of the cafeteria, they saw me going the wrong way and snarled "A human! Get him!" I ran as fast as I could through the forest until I came up on a hill and there was a cliff edge with a drop that I couldn't see the bottom of. I looked at the scenery and realized I was dreaming.

Scenery does that for me I don't know why but when I see lots of scenic stuff, I immediately feel that I'm dreaming.

I turned around and saw the crazies still pursuing me and said "I've got to get away from here."

I jumped off the ledge and looked forward and flew.

I flew for a while until I knew I was far enough and then thought hey what if I flew lower to have some fun while flying. So I lowered my altitude and then I started rapidly approaching the ground and tried to raise back up and I crashed into the ground while moving forward and into a woodsy area.

Then, I woke up. <--------Most common journal entry ending.