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State Street 1

I have dreamed this before.

I was with Joe. We were in a small city. We wanted to buy something from one of the shops, but we needed ID. They wouldn't except our driver's licenses, they wanted our permits. I hadn't seen my permit in years...I wouldn't know where to find it.

We began looking around the city. There were old train tracks embedded in the city roads. We followed the train tracks as if they were our guide. The road ended. In front of us was a giant skyscraper and to the left of us was a demolition site. The demolition didn't have much recognizable debris left, it consisted mostly of grainy, blank sand looking stuff.

We were barefooted, but we kept walking and went through the demolition site. We passed workers while trying to dodge the random shards of glass. The demolition site/alley way led us to our old school.

Joe went to his old locker and entered a combination. When he opened it, boxes and paper flew every where from his locker. On the boxes and papers were written specific addresses and telephone numbers. Something was written on a napkin. It said:

"You can't stop it now. The Bellcore is here."

We found my permit in the mess of papers and decided to leave before anyone caught us here. As we walked out of the school, I noticed a few FBI agents. They were trying to secretly take pictures of us. We rushed down back down the demolition alley way, and tried to walk on a ledge to prevent our feet from getting severed from the glass. We had a new partner with us now. He was much older than us.

We reached State Street and turned the corner to a pair of FBI agents. They instantly shot our partner several times. He was bleeding from the mouth and stomach, dead.

No Protection for the Broken Hearted

I was on some weird island, and I was robbing a bank with my group. The bank was a small brick building with tiny windows. I was just assigned to shoot anyone who got in our way.

Of course, all of the sirens went off and the police showed up. I began shooting them, but I didn't anticipate that there would be people inside the bank with guns as well. They shot at me through the windows, and I could literally feel their bullets missing by millimeters.

The citizens were ganging up on me, so I abandoned my post to seek shelter somewhere safer. I ran with blood stains down my shirt. In the height of the moment I had not felt their bullets pierce my skin. I kept running. Everyone was evacuating their buildings. I thought how silly that was, that just almost guaranteed their deaths.

I ran to a school, the children were also evacuating. In the first large room I saw one of my teachers staring into a fuzzed out TV mindlessly.

I walked into the room on the left. The room was gray and there was a single child laying on the floor. I assumed that this child was mine.

"Get off the floor." I said. The child didn't move.

"There's no protection for the broken hearted." I don't know why I said that, but then again I also don't know why I robbed a bank. I was a man in this entire dream.

Washed Up

I was at the ocean. It was beautiful. There were many people in the ocean, but it was strange because most of them were wearing their clothes. I waded in the ocean and felt the strong waves hit my legs. I went deeper, and the waves got stronger.

I was maybe in to my neck and was trying to ride the waves to breathe. A strong wave came over and pushed me to the bottom of the ocean. I tried to swim upwards to take a breath but another wave hit again. This pattern continued for awhile, until I passed out from lack of oxygen.

I woke up with my face in the sand, Inception style. I had washed up in some unknown part of the beach where there wasn't anyone else.

11/18/2010
Dream One:
"The Not-So-Old West"

I was at a school, or in some other similar building, during major function/convention/assembly type of thing. It was a modern building, but the assembly had a Wild West theme to it. There were a lot of people around, and I remember being both inside and outside, but none of the transitions between the two. At one point, I was supposed to be cooking some of the food, but someone ended up dropping the ladle into the fire and burning it. Everyone thought it was me, and I was getting ridiculed about how I couldn't handle the food anymore. I knew that it was some other woman that had dropped the spoon, a manager or something, but she was playing it off - rather well, actually - and I couldn't prove it.

Of course, as is to be expected, a battle broke out, seemingly from nowhere. The gathering was outside at this point, and a pack of dogs/wolves were sent onto the premises, along with the opposing forces - though I can't remember who we were battling. The western atmosphere quickly turned from a simple theme to an actual, old west gunfight. The dogs flushed people out, everyone scattering around while the guns blazed. Soon out of bullets, I picked up a knife and held it at the ready, waiting for the dogs to converge on me, but they never did.

Later, the group and I were back inside the building, but I was in a "secret" section, which was something of a police department. There were people dressed in civilian clothing, cops in riot gear, and a few others and I were dressed in all black, like ninjas. Apparently we were a part of some mysterious tactical squad. There was a meeting going on, and some kids and somehow wandered into the hallway outside of the room we were meeting in. They kept trying to creep in the door and see what was going on, but I kept shoving them out wedging my foot up against it. Eventually, they found a window into the room and slipped in. By this time, everyone was sick of them, so a few of the cops intervened. Having not known the cops were going to get upset with them, the kids were now terrified that they were going to be in a lot of trouble.


Dream (Frag) Two:
All I remember, here, is being at a water park. Don't really remember anything that went on.


Dream Three:
"The Good, the Bad, and the Under-Age"

Was back in the western theme. It was more of a modern/outback kind of feel - where you could tell it was modern times, because of the technology, but most people were still wearing old western clothes. I was much younger, in this dream - maybe around 13ish, and was attending some kind of class, and the speaker was a reknowned female gunslinger, who was something of a vigilante and considered, by some, to be an outlaw. (She reminded me a lot of Sharon Stone, in The Quick and the Dead.) To us kids, though, she was a hero. I believe the lesson was a sort of safety class, where she was talking about the latest bad guy on the scene. He was a shape-shifter, who could sometimes just sort of "materialize," out of thin air, sometimes.

During her lesson, though, the inevitable happened. I heard a digital noise that sounded kind of like a Transformer transforming. At the front of the class, a bunch of various black shapes sprinkled into view and attracted themselves to one another, quickly forming a humanoid shape. The mass then morphed one last time, creating the finishing touches on a full-grown man. There was an immediate reaction of panic, throughout the classroom. We knew, exactly who it was. In that same instant, without wasting any words. The villain drew his guns and began firing into the rows of students. Chaos ensued. The children, myself included, scrambled for the exit, a number of them being blasted from behind, while what had to have been large-caliber rounds, judging by the impacts they made. It all happened so fast. I don't even remember what happened with the gunslinger woman, at this time. I just remember scrambling out the door, along with a mass of my fellow students.

Later, we had gotten back in touch with the 'outlaw.' She had decided that she was going to go looking for the villain, and that she had to put an end to all of this. Still an early teenager, I - along with a girl around my age - insisted on going to help her. At first, she refused, but we absolutely would not take 'no' for an answer. Eventually, she gave in - or so we thought - and she handed us two, matching rifles. We were walking through a large park area, supposedly on the hunt for information, as to where the murderer was hiding. Whatever the case, though, it turned out that he was the one to find us. Again, he just sort of materialized, out of nowhere. I don't even remember him showing up, this time. He was just...there. Before I had time to even react, the older man grabbed my rifle and ripped it out of my hands, quickly spinning it around and aiming it back at my face. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed the barrel, trying to wrestle it away from him. I was able to turn to where my back was facing him, and pulling the gun forward, over my shoulder. He was just too strong for me, though, and would not let go. Instead, he began pulling the barrel downward, twisting it toward the front of my body. I went from trying to pull the gun from him, to trying to keep the barrel from swinging down toward my crotch, which it was steadily approaching. I was no match for the older man, though. Anxiety shot through me, at the point where I knew I was not going to be able to stay out of the line of fire. I braced myself to be shot, still straining to keep him from shooting me in the groin.

The gun went off twice, but there was no loud report, or searing burn from a riffle bullet. It was a pellet gun. Nothing more. I can only assume that she gave us kids pellet guns because she had no intention of letting us get caught up in the fight. But, seeing as how the bad guy found us, we didn't have much of a choice. While he his attention on me, the 'outlaw' got the drop on him, blind-siding him and taking him to the ground. She stood over him with her shotgun, blasting away mercilessly and the downed assailant. Pellet guns or not, the two of us kids joined in with her, emptying whatever ammo we had, amongst the deafening sound of her shells. Soon, it was over, and we were walking back toward the car, to make our escape, knowing the cops would be on us, in no time. Inevitably, they showed up, just as we were reaching the parking lot. Before they had a chance to see our weapons, we hid them behind a tree, trying to play it cool while we walked toward the cops and our getaway car. (Funny that we - or at least she; I can't remember - were still wearing wild western wear, and we were going toward a car. Lol.)

The cops intercepted us, and there was this really pissed off Sheriff, who had apparently been hunting the outlaw for a while, now. They had already been tipped off about there having been a gunfight, here in the park, and were here to investigate. The Sheriff seemed certain that the outlaw was up to something, and started grilling us about where we'd just been. We tried to play innocent, and the woman made up some story about what we'd been doing. It was rather slick, and it seemed that he was just about to buy it. But, absurdly, the girl beside me, an avid fan of the gunslinger woman, whispers to me over to me. She says something about how even though the gunslinger 'was a murderer, she was good, and knew how to cover her ass'. She was so starstruck that she said it just loud enough for everyone in the group to hear - including the Sheriff. We all, simultaneously, turned to the girl with a collective stare of "WTF??" I remember kicking her in the shin as if to say "shut up!" The Sheriff just grinned. He leaned in close, glaring at all of us, and called out and order for his men to search the area. He knew something was up.

They ended up finding the body of the villain, and taking the woman away for murder. They told us (the kids) that we had another year before we had to worry about receiving our punishment for our involvement. By this time, there was a crowd that had gathered in the park, watching the situation unfold. Apparently the outlaw had a lot of fans because, as they were taking her away, there were many people crying and pleading for her to be set free - myself included. I remember telling about how I'd seen the villain killing a room full of kids, with my own eyes, and that the woman was just doin the right thing. The police weren't hearing it, though, carrying her toward the vans. In the crowd, I remember hearing someone whisper "Look. She's...crying" (talking about the lady gunslinger). It was just a sad moment, all around, watching her getting hauled away. We were all heartbroken.

That's all I remember.

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.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning. Had a few too many beers last night, and instead of going to sleep with only Calea in my blood, I had probably a few percentages alcohol in there. Anyways I did have a random dream. Not sure if it was two dreams, but they had the same "theme" so what the heck, I'll write it as one.

Bedtime: 02.00ish

12.45: Black gangsters
I'm down at town square and I take off all my clothes except my underwear. I walk a few meters and come to a large outdoors tub filled with foam. I take a bath and is soon joined by a few black guys. My co-worker Snusknicke is sitting in his excavator next to the tub. "Haha yeah this is so gay, taking a bath with several other dudes" I say and he laughs. I realise that the one closest to me, isn't a guy at all, it's a girl.

She starts talking about how hasch is so misunderstood and people are judging her so quickly. She's talking in a very sluggish kinda way and I can tell she's a crackhoe. I leave the tub and walk back to my clothes, it seems like forever ago since I took them off, and I worry that someone might have taken them. "God damnit! My headphones and my wallet was in my pants" I think for myself. I find my sweater and my shirt, but no pants.

A few meters away under some rubble, I find them and I'm relieved. I'm suddenly taking care of this small baby aligator and it's snapping at everything. A black crow comes up to it and I realise it must be its mother! I feel very happy when they are rejoined.

This is very like my normal, waking self. I am often very selfish in my dreams. The dream changes and I'm walking between two large white buildings. They appear to be abandoned and I can see why. There's a gangwar going on on the street.

A single african guy is standing in the middle of the street, shooting at a couple of people further down, who are behind boxes and statues. I hug the wall to not get hit by the bullets coming from multiple AK-47's. One by one, the people behind the boxes go down, and I can tell they can't aim for shit. The lone guy on the other hand seems to be VERY skilled at it. Near the end the five or so remaining people go down within seconds as he adapts this army-like shooting style. Fast, methodical headshots.

I can see his right arm is wounded and he puts it in a sling, but other than that. He is unscathed. He smile as he reach the small hill of rubble and people, and runs off the other way. Just another day in the African ghetto.

Wake up: 12.45

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Food before bed: 1 x Calea extract pill (around 1 g) Lotsa beer.

That's it! I will try calea out in a few weeks, and only once during the weekend. It doesn't seem to give me much, but I have to admit it does give alot of clarity and apparently I dream about gangsters when I'm on it. We'll see next time I try it.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Again, I only remember 2 dreams, and I was trying to WILD before bed, and screwed up and fell asleep. I'm going to post the interesting one second, even though it came first. Just because.

The Theft
Non-Lucid
We were in some kind of large house, maybe a funeral home, but it was huge and had many levels. I remember we were attending some kind of gathering with two main groups. The white family and the black family. (I'm not racist, Idk why I dreamed this) Anyway, someone from the black family stole something. Whatever it was it was very valuable. I got the impression that it was some kind of magic crystal or something. Anyway, everybody freaked out majorly, and we separated the two families to the two sides of the house. We (the white family, though it wasn't my actual family) started searching for whatever it was that was stolen, and came across some black members. For some reason they started beating them with anything they could find. It then became a massive battle between the two groups. We all started fighting with pool cues and stairway banisters, chair legs, anything we could find to hit each other. After a while the groups became mixed, it wasn't the white vs black family anymore, they both had white and black members. Anyway, we led squads to go secure rooms and areas still searching for the ... whatever it was. I was a leader of a small squad and became separated from them. When I walked into a room, I found my girlfriend (who I understood to be on the other side), and I pulled her aside and gave her a hug. I then continued searching for the missing item. I had a few encounters with some enemy ppl. Wonked them on the head with my banister and continued on. (I can't remember what happened for a while) Eventually I found a bunch of them, including my girlfriend, in a study with what I recognize to be the stolen item. By now it had manifested itself as a pad of paper (Lol this is probably because I've been working so hard to remember to write in my dream journal) Somehow I decide to become a double agent, but still recognize the need for me to return the lost object, so I warned the family that I needed to call in my team and most of them left. I woke up now.

The Game
Non-Lucid
In this dream some other young adults (18-22ish) and myself were attending some kind of academy. We had regular studies and then periodically we had this game. (The whole thing reminded me of the book Ender's Game, where they had studies, but the game was extremely important as well) Anyway, in this game we were transported to this barren, half destroyed city, and were given weapons. (I know it wasn't real to us, it may have been some kind of virtual reality or Matrix type thing. No plugs though) We had present day weapons: MP5s, AK47s, SAWs, Grenade launchers, all kinds of good stuff. Anyway, I think it was everyman for him self. There were mostly guys, but there were several girls. We just ran around blowing eachother up. Our class leader/teacher/whatever was a 30ish black woman with short dreadlocks and silver+topaz beads at the end of each. I don't remember specific skirmishes, but I do remember the end it came down to 3 of us. There were me and a friend, and then this girl with long, straight, black hair and was armed with a RPG. She killed us both with 1 rocket. I remember comming back to the training center laughing about it, and joking that I got killed by a girl. Fun Fun.

Camping and friends I miss
I remember a camping trip where we were at a camp ground and there were all the people from High School that I don't see anymore because we are all too busy or away for college. I had been driving around the campsites and meeting people I knew and then as I drove past a gas station, I saw a friend who I haven't seen for a long time and they were on a golf cart (hint) and we made eye contact so they must have seen me and I couldn't park the truck because I was blocking the gas station parking lot and the road so I decided to do a u-turn and say hi. I go back and they are gone. I search for them everywhere and never have any luck. I asked a friend of mine Shannon (who I had chatted with before I went to bed on Facebook) if she knew where they were. She gave me a direction and I set out. I never found them and then the dream changed and I forgot all about the previous dream.

Computer chat
I remember being on the computer for homework (go figure I was doing that all last week) and I got bored (as usual) and started looking up music artists (don't normally do that). I found one guy's online profile for some site and I kept reading about him until I saw him in this warehouse place that just appeared from nowhere and he was in the raftors watching me. Then the warehouse changed to the warehouse that takes place in my last dream of today.

Action Packed Archeologist
Last night I dreamed that I was some kind of archeologist and I now had a daughter named Matty who was not very afraid of much and my cousin Ben was with us. We had a group of around 10 archeologists with us who all had guns just in case of thieves. So I went into a storage compound in the middle of the woods while everyone else stayed outside of it except ben and matty who stayed by the door. We came in side and on many shelves were big guns from Ar-15's to 50 cal. sniper rifles to shotguns. We found this thing about 2 feet long and it stood up length wise like a tube for artillery shells fireworks. When we opened it, it started to smoke from the top and then this thing jumped out and it was animal like but walked on two legs. It jumped and sprang itself at me but I barely avoided it and then I grabbed a shotgun and blew its face off. Then it turned into a clay pottery shaped like a persons head and it lay on the floor not moving. I thought I killed it. Then I turn around and start to look around a little and the pottery head is gone and the animal thing is attacking me again. This repeats itself many times as I use different weapons from a wooden 2X4, paintball gun, and Ar-15 and it keeps coming back after I kill it and I turn around and its back again. Then one more time and it goes to attack me and I can't find any weapons to kill it with and I call for Ben's help. We see the pottery head on the last time roll to the tube it comes out of and it smokes and then it comes out. So the pottery head must be smashed after we kill it. We can't find ammo or any weapons so we run to alert the other archeologists and Ben and Matty come with me but Matty falls behind. As I turn around to see if she is behind us, I see her in the distance and she had tripped on something and the animal and now sided with a small dog and a jackal shaped thing in the same color as the animal thing was. I see the dog go for her and run back to save her. I get there just as the dog jumps to bite her and I drop kick it with both feet at the same time and then it lunged again and I kicked it again and then woke up.

24.10.2010

Networks (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Stretched out against a vast, black aether, they weave and twist about, branching down into unfathomable depths. At the head, a name for each: Walms, Naiya, Raven, and so many more. Delving down, I explore their reaches. The expanse below Walms' is the largest by far, and twines itself about the others more and more the deeper I go. Naiya's is closest to Walms', their trees the largest, while Raven's name is drifting, slowly pulling away from the others.

The scene shifts into a game of conquest, and here I find MoSh, willingly under the control of a female presence I never get to see. She guides him well; his troop placements are precise, his movements coordinated. I find myself under pressure. . .

______________

The dark conference room, with its expensive wooden tables and high-backed chairs lined up against the walls, is deserted. Making my way to a table across the room, the other High Aide walks in, aghast.

“They're not here,” she sounds frustrated.

“No. It's not like Congress to be here in a time of crisis. I expect they're safe somewhere, probably out of country.”

“Point taken, but that still leaves us. The enemy is descending upon us, as you well know, but what are we supposed to do about it?”

“Keep things under control,” I pick up a pink slip of paper with several ornate signatures scrawled across it. “A standing order,” I tell my coworker.

“What does it say?” the other Aide asks quietly.

“We have to evacuate.”

“Then let's get out of here. . .”

We walk through the white-walled building, all the way to the heavily populated atrium. A commotion erupts upon our arrival, and I drop the book I wasn't carrying moments ago. Stepping on it, I notice there's something under it. . . is that?

“NOBODY MOVE!” A man in a black leather jacket and slacks steps out in front of me, back turned, left arm locked around a secretary, right hand handed aiming a gun at her head. Just like the one beneath my book. I scoot backwards, dragging the book and gun underfoot, taken aback by the occurrence. Why would terrorists be attacking the House at a time like this. No one is here, except us two. Slightly dumbfounded, and fearing for my own safety, it takes me a moment to realize the man doesn't know I'm behind him.

Reaching down, I grab the gun; it's an old five shot revolver, I'm not really sure on the make. I point the weapon at the man's back and move slowly, silently forward. Putting up my other hand to steady the shot. . .

BANG!

A hole appears in the back of his jacket, followed by blood. He slumps to the ground, dead, but he's not alone. His accomplice comes at me from the left, swiftly. I try to aim the gun at him, but my hands are shaking too violently. A shot rings out, and a bullet wizzes by my head, tousling my hair. I fire wildly, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. Each shot either goes wide or spirals out of control, missing the mark. The accomplice fires back at me four times. One miss, two miss, three miss. . .

THMP.

The bullet rips through my chest and my mouth opens in shock, spitting up blood. I stagger for a moment before my eyes go wild and I look at my killer with a maniacal glint. I let him know, “I can regen, mother fucker!” I charge him, quickly regenerating the wound in my chest, pushing out the hot lead. Pointing my empty gun at him, I demand his weapon. He hands it to me, terrified; it's got one shot left. I put it against his head, and he whimpers like a puppy. As I pull the trigger, I grimace as. . . the shot bounces off his skull?

The anticlimactic ending stifles my rage, and the two of us have a chat. “You know the only people of any importance here right now are the High Aides, right?” I ask him.

“Oh, really. . ? Well, we should have figured as much with Rob moving in on Cambodia [Kaomea?] in the west.”

“Yeah, I still have to let the Adamarill know.”

“Admiral?”

“That's what I said.”

Another shift and I'm streaming a video of Galactica's CIC. Starbuck let's Adama know the current situation, and I can't help noticing the HAL eye at the bottom of the screen. I remember that signifies this is one of my Dream Journal Entry. Wait a second. . .

My phone rings.

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!

Lucidity: 4/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~10 Min.

OK, in this one I went along with everything that happened. Alright, I was in a brick tower and O-Kwi-Gon gave me a choice of a short knife or a long knife. So I took the short knife, it wasn't exactly a knife. It was more like a plastic one. So I took it and we walked out of the building. We were up high, narrow, brick bridge. There were a bunch of dead people everywhere. O-Kwi-Gon said "watch your back" so I found a rifle and picked it up. Then I checked my pockets and the pistol I had in my pocket was gone. So we kept walking and we got out of the towers some how. We were next to a bunch of women and I pointed my gun at them. They looked like they wanted to kill me. Then I looked to my left and there was a bunch of women running after us. I asked O-Kwi-Gon if I could shoot them and when I tried it didn't work. He said it was not effective any way. So I pulled out my little plastic knife and jumped around slashing them. It was epic. There was this one guy that I couldn't hit. He was trying to beat someone up so I threw the knife at him. It went past him and flew back at me like a boomerang. So I tried again and again. But I couldn't hit him, so I grabbed the knife and jumped on him slashing him. Then I wasn't lucid anymore. The End.

I remember being in a fire fight in a huge expansive library. I was running around and shooting almost anything that wasn't me. I started out with dual Uzi submachine guns and I took out a couple of guys as I headed down the hallway. I made a made a left at the end of the hall and made another. As I headed up the other hall, there was one more guy left at the opposite end of the library. We were running at each other, but we were in separate aisles. It was too hard to get a clear shot from where I was at, and there was a open doorway that we would both inevitably cross. He crossed the hallway first, and then as soon as I got near it we were both firing at each other. I dove towards opening and rotated my body towards the direction of the enemy and let off the last remaining shots. At this point everything was moving in slow motion like a Max Payne shoot dodge. When I hit the ground I was behind a wall and out of ammo. I threw down both guns, and pulled out a M-16 out of nowhere. I crouched as low as I could and got as close to the door opening I could. The guy came sprinting into the room I was in, and the last thing he saw was the big grin I had on my face as I emptied the clip into him.

15.09.2010

Mini Battle Royale (Non-lucid, supplemented by Melatonin and Vitamin B6)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Popped a pill again. Unfortunately I took quite a while before I slept. I don't think melatonin works for me. Oh I also ate a banana and drank apple juice before I slept.

The following dream were in bits and pieces. I had a similar dream before, and it was fun yet intense. I couldn't recall the full thing because I tried the WILD technique and didn't focus much on recall.

I was in my house and there were a number of people in it too. We were having a mini battle royale with each other and we were supposed to hide and kill as many people as possible without being killed yourself.

I remembered when we all separated to go into our hiding spots, I immediately whipped out my gun and shot thrice at a dream character next to me. I think everyone was stunned and quickly ran away to hide. Yeah I'm bad ass B-)

Anyway right after that I couldn't think of anywhere to hide so I stood in the middle of the house, fully exposed to get shot. I wondered why I haven't been shot at all during that moment.

*loss of dream/time in between*

(I remembered a few things, people running out suddenly to shoot someone, me trying to hide but I realised I was too big to squeeze in between a chair and a cupboard, wondering how can someone ever squeeze into a 5 cm opening)

I remembered getting shot and I became dead. But somehow I cheated and revived at some rooftop. There was a smalled hut on the roof, and I had my sniper with me. I tried to aim the pair that murdered me, but I kept missing.

*loss of time*

(I remembered the pair of murderers were actually siblings, and they're somehow in love or something. It was sick.)

I intended to write this dream down earlier but I didn't for various reasons. Now I have forgotten some parts of it.

There was some part involving me ordering fast food at some place where their card reader were broken so I couldn't pay. Therefor they wrote down the IP addresses of all people who ordered and I was like "uhmm, what is the purpose of that? People can just give you some random number and even if they give the real IP there isn't much they can to with it to demand money".

Then I was in some computer room or something, talking about the CSN web page that had something to do with paying for the fast food. You needed some kind of application similar to windows media player to pay for it and I was annoyed by this.

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Somehow I was now in some post apocalyptic looking city with abandoned withered buildings and empty streets. I walked near a house that was some kind of storage house with many rooms. I knew that there was a death metal concert in it. I entered and met a vampire looking guy who just stood there. It had to do with the death metal image and I wasn't sure if he was a vampire or not. In any case I showed my hands and made sure to convince him that I didn't want to fight.

The people in this house was like a battlefront for those who still lived in the city and I joined them or something. We knew that some army of shadows or shady creatures was about to attack and I was on the roof of the warehouse. From there I could see a river passing through the town. It had two bridges leading to the evil side where the shadows lived. One of the bridges was already filled with shadowy things marching in lines towards our place. The mood became rather tense and hurried.

After this followed a battle episode where I fought the evil stuff along with the other people. They weren't shadows anymore though. The first wave of attackers consisted of people with baseball bats lol. I had one too.

I fought with a big one that also had a gun in one hand. I managed to disarm him and take the gun. This is followed by a part that I don't really remember. There was something about me acquiring a powerful gun that I used to destroy much (it looked kinda like an FPS game at this point so it didn't feel like I was actually fighting something for real). Then when I was low on ammo I saw some care-taker looking guy and I asked him to cheatingly refill my ammo which he did. Then the "god" of the world appeared and he looked like morgan freeman (lol bruce allmighty?) and he scolded me for trying to cheat by refilling my ammo and he turned my gun into something that could only pour out a small stream of water or something like that. My memory fades at this point.

I forgot most of my dream before this but what I do remember is being in a room with a bunch of soldiers. I was with my sisters and the soldiers were shooting at us, except for a few which appeared to be on our side. We ended up hiding behind some crates and we made some bombs, but I kept forgetting to light the fuses before throwing the bombs. Somehow I got a gun and I used it to shoot the guy that had been shooting at us, but strangely he doesn’t die. I’m confused by this and angry so I shoot him again twice and he still doesn’t die. The man then starts to get up and move towards a different gun so I shoot him a few more times, which makes him fall over again. To make things even more confusing the man doesn’t even seem to be angry or sad that I’m shooting at him. The man even seems to be mildly annoyed that I’m shooting at him or bored so he says “You know I’m probably just going to bleed to death so you can just stop shooting me and leave”.

Shooting the guy didn’t seem to be doing anything so I just listened and left. I went to some weird abstract room after this with ribbon like roads floating through the air. I don’t really remember anything else after this.

¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

17.08.2010

Tugging at Heartstrings (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After murdering the Chief of Police's son (before he can murder me), I cunningly convince the Chief to adopt me and another young orphan girl when he starts questioning us.

I had a dream I was in some sort of school. I went to class and for some reason we could sleep there. I woke up to a bunch of noise. Some guys were wrestling messing with each other. I woke up to blinking red lights. I thought oh I'm wearing my DreamMaker mask (which I no longer have) but was waking up. I took it off and saw all the horseplaying going on also thinking I missed the opportunity for a lucid.

My GF and I were standing on a bridge watching this crazy driver drive all over the freeway like a maniac. The visual were very clear and seemed very real. Finally he spun out of control hit something. The police caught up to him, we somehow were close while they arrested him; but then we saw them shoot him point blank. We stood there with our mouths opening, unable to believe what we saw.