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RTG = Radioisotope thermoelectric generator

Finding my cat
I am looking at some sort of website where we can apparently get a large list of benefits if we register, including ~350€. And apparently, they are saving cats they found alone outside by giving them away to new owners. I am afraid of that because one of my cats is roaming around outside after they ran away, but she always sticks to a certain area around my house, which means I can easily find her. But then I am not sure if she got taken away by that organization. Later, I find her in a bush and one of those people from the organization is wondering what I am doing, or maybe I just thought that they did, but I explain that this is my cat. Later, I think that it might have not been mine and that the cat just looked like mine. But I tell my mother anyway, and I ask if we should carry her home to save her or if we should use one of those portable cat cage-like things. She says we should use the latter.

Makeshift RTG
I am putting the last piece into my makeshift RTG: the radioactive material. It's this large pellet; it resembles ~2kg of plutonium, but in the dream, it's apparently not plutonium and I am having problems finding the name of it on the periodic table. I think it begins with W. Later, I show it to some friends on Discord, and when I return to it, the walls and ceiling of the space where the pellet is in are red hot, which is apparently according to how it's supposed to work. I feel around about 30cm above the ceiling of the little chamber in the middle, in which the pellet is sitting, and I feel the extreme heat of the chamber, even on my torso. I am also a bit worried that some of the heat I feel might be caused by radioactive particles hitting me.

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I have made a drawing of the makeshift RTG and also got the picture that the dream got inspired from:
Drawings



Picture of plutonium pellet

The first thing I can recall is the searing heat. I felt it everywhere. Then I remember a being that the heat radiated from. He was large, taller than buildings. And he had this weapon, kind've like a crossbow but he wasn't shooting bows. It was almost like he was shooting swords at people. I ran. I ran into the elevators and hid from his heat. I realized I was on the surface then. I ran through buildings, across streets. But he was everywhere, there was no escaping. People pointed and ran, there was no screaming but you could see their fear. I ran and ran and ran. The girl I was with got seperated from me. And then there he was. Right behind me. His searing heat radiating off of his flesh like the 5th circle of hell. There was no escaping.

Morning of August 19, 2018. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,871-03. Optimized 30 second read.




I am on the moon with at least two astronauts. (I do not interact with them.) I do not question the situation.

Eventually, there is an increasing wariness about the air becoming thinner. (It is otherwise fully breathable.) There is also the idea it may become too hot to survive. A NASA team is scheduled to come and get us before all our air runs out, but I wonder if it will be in time. There is a vague concern but no emotional response.

The moon setting has the essence of the Cubitis home's backyard, where the shed was. (This had happened in previous dreams, mostly in childhood.)

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My dream was mainly caused by having too many blankets on me as I slept. I became overheated.

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Morning of February 15, 2018. Thursday.



My dream starts in a house that I had never lived in. It seems to be what would have been the second house west of the King Street mansion, where I have not lived in over twenty years. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me. We had apparently been sleeping on the porch. However, two people are talking very loudly kitty-corner (diagonally) from the intersection on our street, and they are on West 10th Street. They are on their porch. It is three o'clock in the morning.

I am annoyed, as I want to sleep longer (though I do not feel tired in my dream so its link to a biological need for more sleep is not a key factor here, especially as first-level dream state indicators or DSI1s, such as beds or other subliminal signs of being in the dream state occur in over twenty percent of my dreams as does vestibular system autosymbolism). Eventually, a police officer shows up in a police car on the other side of the street. He notices me at the porch windows and I point with my right finger in the direction of the annoying people (to my right, which means I have subliminal awareness that I am in the dream state, as I sleep on my left side, which is resultantly more closed off from the environment I sleep in). He goes over to tell them not to be doing this. (I assume that someone else had called the police.)

A short time later, Zsuzsanna and I are in the Cubitis house without my dream self even noticing. It is still around three o’clock in the morning, yet I notice the sky has the appearance of approaching dawn. (I see this through the back and front windows, in that order. I am never outside at any point in this dream.) This concerns me. I know it probably means humanity does not have much longer. Still, Zsuzsanna has a cheerful attitude and it seems that it may actually be a lesser threat than I had thought, as it might be normal for this time of year. I am overheated when I wake but not with as ill of a feeling as I sometimes get when it is too warm.

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Two environmental factors had influence on this dream; the heat, and someone talking outside our window as I was sleeping. Still, the sun symbolizes emergent consciousness and dawn would be analogous to leaving the dream state. RAS does not take the form of a police officer very often, but it is a good indicator, as RAS could be seen as a biological “police officer”, with the purpose of preventing sleep from lasting too long, especially under perceived real environmental aspects as a survival mechanism.

Because of this dream, I can more specifically validate the intersection symbolism as relevant to most dreams that feature this as a main focus. It is simply autosymbolism for the neural gating of RAS mediation, the subliminal choice to remain asleep or to wake. The evidence is obvious. The police officer as RAS, though not here inherent to the WAF in this case as he is on the opposite side of the street rather than being close to my dream self, is going to the house kitty corner from where Zsuzsanna and I are sleeping on the porch (which is autosymbolism for a specific level of unconsciousness closer to the end of the sleep cycle). I point out (to RAS) the house diagonally from where I am (and this is actually a form of faux lucidity with actual liminal dream control being a lesser factor, faux lucidity being dream self behavior based on the virtuous circle of dream state knowledge without being lucid and liminal dream control more about creating and controlling the dream at its core without recall of what a dream is as in apex lucidity). Instead of dominating my dreams as RAS usually does in the final stage of the sleep-wake transition, he goes over to tell them to stop so that Zsuzsanna and I can sleep (dream) longer. However, even though RAS autosymbolism did not trigger the WAF (waking alert factor), I see evidence of the approaching day, "sooner and brighter than I want”, as the emergent consciousness factor, and in this heat, it is seen as a somewhat negative environmental aspect.

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Morning of September 26, 2017. Tuesday.



Dream Series: The Experience of Prescience, the Inexplicable Dream State Phenomenon. Part 1

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My wife Zsuzsanna and our children (mostly as we appear now in reality) are living in a house that is similar to our present home (and implied to be our present home), though it has a fictional second storey.

Over time, I become aware that the sun is too hot. I mostly become aware of this upon going to the second floor with Zsuzsanna, which is mostly featureless and resembles the second floor of the Loomis Street house when the apartment was empty, as there is a singular window on one side of the large room and a ceiling sloped on both sides. (I have not been in this house in real life since 1994.) I feel intense heat and so I realize that we need to go back downstairs. I assume that the world is ending, but I do not feel very emotional about it. I tell our youngest son that the world will be burned up soon. Still, I want all of our family together for “the end”.

In the last segment of my dream, we all go into our oldest son’s room. Zsuzsanna and most of our children are present in the room. Our oldest son is seemingly not present at this time and I become concerned about his well-being. Eventually, Zsuzsanna and our youngest son slide out a cardboard storage box from under our oldest son’s bed (in the same location as it is in reality). (The large cardboard box has similar colors and sparse imagery as that otherwise found on a pizza box.) Our oldest son is sleeping in it. I am relieved, though I still have concern about his health and hope he will wake soon.

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Friday, 30 March 2018: What I presently understand about this dream, based on the following real-life event: From exactly one week after this dream, in real life, our oldest son had to spend four days in the hospital from severe food poisoning where I then held the same mood that my dream self had.

Despite The Sleeper factor (as well as the rendering of the bed) otherwise being a common dream state indicator since early childhood, signifying the subliminal recognition of being asleep, it was specifically linked to very detailed prescience in this case. Our oldest son being in a cardboard storage box under his bed seems to be a subliminal association with both a pizza box and a coffin, and as such, could have been a very specific warning had I paid more attention.

Additionally, on November 7, our oldest son’s room is where my family gathered for protection from the storm, though this proved to be futile, as the roof had been torn off and rain poured through the ceiling, though of course it was not the literal end of the world.

Dreams in which there is “something wrong with the sun” have been very common since early childhood. The usual cause of this is based on the conscious self identity not being viable within the dream state, as the sun symbolizes the conscious self identity in the context of clarity of awareness and with viable thinking skills (which do not otherwise exist in the dream state). Some people might catch the play on “something wrong with the sun” regarding our son, as he did have a fever in his severe illness. This specific association could be coincidence, but since the validated-as-premonitory thread “something wrong with my son” could very well be the autosymbolic trigger in this case, it might not be coincidental.

It may also be relevant that the Loomis Street second-floor window is to the east in reality, and this is where our oldest son sleeps in orientation to where Zsuzsanna and I sleep, as a window has been validated long ago to signify unconscious communication with someone else in some cases.

The fictional second floor implied to be of our present home is possibly a transpersonal factor (interconsciousness) related to a certain band of liminal space (though is otherwise only an emergent consciousness factor). Dreams that are dominantly prescient also typically lack the usual RAS mediation found in other dream types.

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After moving back to college for fall semester, for some reason my allergies started going haywire. I don't know if my new medication plan is helping; it seems to be exacerbating the problem. So, I haven't had high quality dreams because I've been too busy trying to breathe :/

I did recall one dream from last night, that someone had turned on the heater. I woke up and felt super hot even though the AC was on so I went ahead and turned on my fan. I slept better last night than the one before, probably because I took a decongestant.

Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday.



I am in a school setting, but it is completely unfamliar in regards to the school I went to in reality and I am unsure of the implied location. On one level, it seems vaguely bilocated with the area near Loomis and Gillette streets, though not the real-life school (that I never went to).

I mostly spend time walking around with a young atypical version of Zsuzsanna, who seems more like a classmate around my own age. I give her love and attention, though in the background, there is the realization of many other students projecting an overall mindless nature in addition to a group mentality of no benefit to anyone, which she also seems aware of and does not want to be a part of. I refer to her as my “partner” when speaking to an unfamiliar male.

After what seems a long time, the scenario changes. I have picked up a broken globe. The globe seems to have been made at least partly of glass and is only about twice as big as my fist. It is in several pieces. A male that reminds me somewhat of Zsuzsanna’s father is on the other side of the room (though I have never met him in reality and only talked to him on the telephone years ago).

In a non-lucid state, I cause the broken pieces to hover in the air, with no effort other than basic thought. Soon, I decide to fix the globe. I cup my hands around the jagged variously-sized pieces after they are placed together. There is an incredible vividness of heat and steam flowing from the palms of both of my hands. I am clearly aware that this will reseal the globe, somewhat like welding, but more like melting the glass and then smoothly connecting all areas of the surface.

The steam and hissing coming from my hands does not cause any discomfort even though my sense of touch is otherwise enhanced.

The globe of the world is a smooth sphere again. The other male does not seem alarmed or even puzzled. This is somewhat unusual in that it is the reversal of typical dream cessation symbolism, though because of its vividness, is probably more about stabilizing my emergent consciousness factor in this case.

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This is one of a few dreams of this date that was directly influenced by looking back at a childhood dream from 1971, which had been influenced by seeing “Crack in the World” (a 1965 movie). This dream is more like the 1971 dream than the others. (In fact, many of the few hundred brief dreams of this sleep cycle’s beginning centered around the movie theme to some extent. The fact that I had only thought about the 1971 dream for a short time, and the fact I had not seen the movie for a long time, is puzzling in how much influence there is over a new dream which is otherwise completely unrelated to my present life status, and yet this is a very common occurrence.) Additionally, I now realize that I had also been looking at a photograph from a 1982 dream (“Apple Baby”), which is a close shot of a hand holding a large apple.

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I was somewhere very hot, seems like Greece, the sun was scorching, possibly noon outside.
In a hospital ward, with sick children laying in bed. One child has long straight blonde hair and a dark plain dress.
I recognise her and i'm lucid. I try using my powers to heal her. We go along the intensely bright road in the sweltering heat.
We travel in an old dark brown ford along the scrubby, tree lined road. Reaching her mothers house, who strangely enough is the same person just older but with same blonde her, but with a neat office suit on. I make out with the mother.

Spoiler for may contain nudity but not enough really:

She lays in bed on her front, with the cover off, exposing her bare legs and shapely ass (or is that other way round lol) I take her from behind

#495 - DILD - 6:16AM

I'm keeping this brief. Again forgive typos.

There is a longer part of the dream that might be a bit too personal to share but at some point I step outside and suddenly become lucid for no apparent reason.

I am in a yard and it's a nice day. I try to think of goals and got it a bit wrong. I ask the dream what energy is and suddenly a strong wind starts up. I face the wind and look down a street that ends in a huge tree. I can't keep my eyes open very well because the wind is so strong so I turn around and lean back into is. I float up and fly like I am a kite. I see a huge tornado in a dersert sucking up sand in the distance. It a really cool sight, but I look at it with mild interest. Then I turn around and face the wind. Still messes with my eyes but I endure it and fly around a bit.

I get tired of that and find a place on the ground with a building to block the wind. Then I remember my actual goal. A long time ago I mostly failed at trying to create fire with my hands. I was caught up in the eye candy of it all and it didn't work well. This time I decided to make it more about invisible energy and the after effect. I see a trash can full of various items and spent a lot of time generating heat from my hands and melting things like empty egg cartons and soap bottles. Then I turn and put my hands on the wall of the build and make to two melted hand prints on the wall. Some it the melting looked really cool and some of the melting didn't last very long. Still it was cool experiment. Something I can work on later. I soon wake up after this.

Trying to get back into dreaming stuff.

So im writing this a little bit late, but its better than not writing it at all.

I find myself in some sort of futuristic building, with blue lights around me in tight hallways. I have a red and blue shot gun in my hands as I am in danger. Servitors from the game destiny, appear and tha map goes into lockdown, sounding alarms and closing certain path ways. I fight the servitors with my shotgun successfully and fight my way out into what looked to be a junkyard full of old metal and trash. when I walk out of the building, the exit is very tall and wide, and then a dragon appears at the exit after I have left and it sees me. I quickly run behind a pile of metal as it starts breathing fire outward towards me. I can see the flames shooting around the pile of metal I am hiding behind and I can feel the heat of the flames. I then wake.

This one was kinda lengthy. It all started in some new house I got. The house was incredibly technology focused. I apparently got the house because the kid that used to live there died. Creepy. Anyway, the house was huge, it had big rooms with wooden flooring, and it looked very much like a mansion. It probably was a mansion. I remember going into this kid's room, and seeing what he had. All the things he owned were now mine apparently, so I looked around for cool stuff. He had a bed that had drawers underneath it, so I remember pulling a drawer out and seeing a bunch of things. There was a little bit of various clothing, a GameBoy, a microphone, small portable speakers...
I even saw my own Pokemon Silver Cartridge in the drawer. I could recognize it because it has an old sticker on the back. There was a bit more than that, but that's all I can really pinpoint. The thing is, I own those things in real life. Even the GameBoy was purple, like the one I actually have. Something really didn't seem right. I picked up the microphone and showed it to my mom who was standing in the doorway. I had to remove it from the tangle of cords first though. I was excited specifically about the microphone for some reason, still not sure why I even would be. What frustrates me the most is that I ALMOST went lucid when I pulled out the drawer, but especially when I picked up the microphone. Something about touching things in dreams makes me almost lucid.

This happened before in a really old dream I had that has an entry here on this site. In "These Guys Want Their Pepsi" I'm pretty sure I picked up a football in this dream, and when I did, I almost went lucid just like in this one. Oh, but we're only 1/3 done this dream, so let's continue...

Then next part was that in the house near the entrance, but also near the kitchen, there was a button with the Steam logo on the wall, and I remember pressing it, then heading into a dark room. Maybe it was the bedroom again? I remember picking up some random toy and it was a transparent Walkie-Talkie that displayed the time digitally, and played music. The music was sort of alien-like, and I'm not sure how else to describe it. I remember there was a big screen in front of me at this point, maybe for a gaming console? My mom was there and was trying to play something for some reason but I kept on having to guide her through the basic menus. Sounds like something I'd actually have to do in real life if she ever decided to play my PS3. Oh joy. I'm not sure what happened after this, but next thing I know, I'm a soldier in a series of tunnels. A series of very very hot steel tunnels. There's a bunch of automatic doors, and other soldiers. Eventually everything started to get hotter, even though I couldn't actually feel anything. Everyone's armor was just glowing orange and melting, killing the people inside the armor too, obviously. It didn't happen to me, I took off my helmet and I was able to get out somehow. The tunnels all turned glowing orange from the heat and started collapsing. Not sure why all that happened. Now for the next part...

I was suddenly very far away from the mansion and the tunnels, walking down the street with a woman who was (apparently) my wife. Then suddenly out of nowhere, we gazed off into the distance and saw a HUGE explosion. Like a disaster level explosion. My wife and I started running down the road very fast. The shockwave never came, but the explosion itself was heading our way. It was pretty far from us, so we had some time. We ran and ran... All the while, she was behind me, so I was never able to focus on her face. We came across one black car on the road that looked like it belonged in the 1930's. It stopped for us, and without saying anything, I opened one of the rear doors, and saw that the car was full. My wife closed the door quickly and the car sped away.
I never really thought it was creepy at the time, but the 4 people in the car were all dressed in 1930's attire, and as soon as I opened the door, they were all staring at me with a bleak expression on their faces. There appeared to be two women and two men, from what I can remember. My "wife" ran on ahead somehow without me even seeing her, and I ran to some random place. I ran inside a building and was stopped by a woman. I asked her what this place was and she said it was the Disaster Center. I remember asking through panting where my "wife" was. She was just around the corner in some waiting area. I joined her, but for some reason was instantly transformed back into my normal self, and my "wife" took the form of my mother. She was sitting down chatting with her friend who had 3 kids. I remember having a lunch there with a ton of things in it, peach yogurt, potato chips... A bunch more stuff I can't remember. The youngest of the other woman's kids was a toddler and started trying to take my food, one item by one. As soon as one was taken, I'd take it back immediately. This went on for what actually seemed like at least two whole minutes. Eventually I got the hang of it and started predicting what food item the kid would go for next. I shouted "Stop taking my food!" and then suddenly everything changed again. This next part happened right before I woke up. For some reason, I was out of the dream now, but it kept going. ( You know, when a dream sorta becomes a movie that you watch.) It was about two "monster" parents letting their daughter be a part of monster combat training...? This really reminded me of Monsters Inc... Some big monster boss guy said that her colors made her more unique.

Then, I woke up. That was the longest dream I've had in a while, whoa. And all that was still the third dream I had last night. (Check previous entry for other one that I remembered little of, and the other one that I remembered absolutely nothing from.)

Non-luicid
2:00PM - 2:30PM nap
I'm at home, and it has just become spring. The temperature rises quickly, and I sweat. A lot.
"It's spring, but it feels like summer! I shouldn't have to be dealing with this right now!" I say, in vain. Sweat rolls down my face and drips off my chin.
I look down to see a pattern of blue eyes, six of them in three rows, that have been painted on the lower part of the wall. The black pupils are in the shape of hearts, and the eyes themselves are rimmed in black, with long black eyelashes.
Then, I wake up.
I know the nap was only 30 minutes, but it felt like it went on for hours.

Trying to post stuff again.
I think I'll write down dreams related to the templar story first, because I really want to have that stuff written down properly, so I figure I might as well start there.
I'll get to more current dreams after that.

My vision normalizes as my naked feet gently touch down in the sand. I'm on a beach.
I am somewhat blinded by the reflection of the sun on the near white ground.
It is very hot; I can clearly feel the pressure of the heat on my skin.
There's a lot of noise. People running into the ocean. Kids playing ball.
Music coming from god knows where. People seem to be partying.

All in all it feels rather uncomfortable. It isn't the heat or the noise though.
I'm not in a good mood. I don't feel like being surrounded with joy right now. It just doesn't feel right.
Now where's that fucking bird... yes... of course. At a bar talking to some girls.
Where else would he be?


He's a rather interesting creature. You don't meet many talking birds, and this one definitely has an attitude.
This one is pitch black with a single red feather in his tail, which I think he dyed that color.
It looks kinda cool actually, but he is a little full of himself. He also talks a lot.

As I approach the bar the girls leave giggling. He probably told them one of his famous stories.
I sit on the bar stool closest to him.

"Crow!"
"What the- Hyu!"
"Indeed"
"The fuck are you doing here mate? Did you bring Yuya? Where is Yuya?"
"What is it with you? Always only interested in the girls."
"What is it with you always calling me Crow?"

"You remind me of a talking bird going by that name."
"Uhuh? And who would that be? Are you making fun of me?"
"Crow helped save the worlds of Stark and Arcadia dear friend. He's a hero."

But that's not why I'm calling you Crow.

"Stark and Arcadia? I've never heard of such worlds."
"They're- worlds in another realm."

Or rather in a video game, but I feel like leaving out that detail.

"So, what brings you here? I've never seen you around here."

I pick up his drink because it is rather curious looking.
Further inspecion reveals that whatever it is, it has a rather acrid smell to it.
I put it back down.

"I'm looking for you actually."

His eyes widen.

"Who- me?!"
"Yes, you. I'd like to ask you for a favor."

He looks a bit confused... or... at least I think he does. It is rather difficult to read the facial expressions of a bird.

"I need to locate an aura."
"You humble me. I am fairly skilled at tracking auras, but I highly doubt that I could find someone that you cannot."
"You see, the problem is not that I am unable to do the tracking myself. The issue is that I'm quite unfortunately being tracked myself, so I do not wish to reveal myself."
"Hyu- are you in trouble?"
"You have no idea friend."
"Wait. Seriously?"

*Sigh*

"It's pretty bad, can you help me out?"
"Yes! Of course!"
"There's a catch."
"Naturally..."
"I- I'm not entire sure what it is I'm looking for. I'll have to see what you see."
"You want to use the dragon eyes on me..."
"Indeed."
"Shit- bugger- fuck-"
"You okay?"
"Yes, yes. Follow me. I know a quiet spot."

He knows what's coming for him. I must have used the eyes on him in the past... I think?
I follow Crow into some sort of small tent.
He lands on a pedestral and I kneel down in front of im to get our eyes leveled.

"Are you ready?"
"No! Of course I'm not ready you moron."
"Moron?"
"Go ahead. Just please- try not to kill me."
"Any danger is entirely up to you."
"Yes yes. Don't resist. I know, I know. Let's just get this over with."

It is fairly safe to use the dragon eyes on someone as long as they do not resist.
Clearly the sharing of minds is not what the ability is intended for though.
It is a rather intrusive ability, and it goes against your basic instincts not to resist against it.
I stare into his pitch black eyes. He seems fairly relaxed which is good. This shouldn't hurt him.
I force myself into his mind using the dragon eyes. My vision fades.
The first thing I feel is fear and discomfort.
I can't blame him for that. It must be immensely uncomfortable to have someone intrude your mind like this.
Fortunately I feel no resistance from him at all. His self-control is rather commendable.

"You're doing well crow."
"Obviously."
"Yes..."

A new scene appears.


A shared hallucination caused by the usage of the dragon eyes.

"This place gives me the creeps."
"Well. There ain't no girls in bikinis dancing about."
"No shit."

Well then. Time to see if that feeling is merely a delusion or if there is actually something behind it.

"Alright. Reach out as far as you're comfortable with. I'll try to guide your search."
"Mmmmmmhm"

I attempt to visualize whatever presence Crow feels as points of lights in front of me.
To my surprise, the only image that pops up is that of two rather largely breasted girls wearing bikinis.
The girls he was talking to at the bar earlier...

"Crow... focus!"
"But dear friend. I'd say that I am rather focused. Are you not impressed by how clear this memory is?"
"Dude... seriously?"
"The image... so clear and crisp... mmmmh."
"... This is really not the time for-"
"Boobs? There's always time for boobies!"
"Pervert..."
"Pervert? You morbid cunt!"
"A morbid what now?"
"You heard me. Lousy, moronic fuckwit."

*Sigh* That bird likes to curse.

"I'm waiting for an apology!"

This is the point where I'm supposed to call him an incompetent and imbecilic waste of natural selection.

"Sorry... I'm really not in the mood for this."
"You... I..."
"Are you done? I really need to figure this out."
"Well... yes... sorry..."

I think he finally understands that this is serious.
I'm not blaming him for not taking me serious immediately though.
It's not like I'm known as a serious person. I like messing about. But today is different.

After a surprisingly short amount of time, Crow manages to focus on something that matches what I'm looking for.
I underestimated him. This was quite fast, especially considering the nature of what I'm searching for.

"Eeehm. The fuck is this? This is not a person?"
"Also where is this? This doesn't feel like a proper location. Something's off. Did I do it wrong?"
"Hmm... I'm not entirely sure where this is, or what it is that you have found. But I'm fairly certain that you have found exactly what I'm looking for."

This is very odd indeed. I know exactly what he means when he says that something's off. Something doesn't feel quite right, but I am uncertain as to why.
I can focus on any point close to the location, but not the very location itself.
It should also not have been possible to find anything using merely a vague feeling as a guide.

"Crow. I'm going there right now."
"That doesn't seem safe. Do you have any idea what to expect? I mean, you're not even sure what you're looking for."
"Nope."
"I'm tagging along."
"Huh? Why is that?"
"Curiosity."

After releasing Crow from my eyes, I have him sit on my shoulder and teleport the both of us to some point in close proximity to the location we've found...

Ok, so this was a really weird nights's sleep.

I can't remember going to sleep, but it was some time around 1am. I had not been drnking, and have never done drugs; so it wasn't either of those. It was, however, extremely hot. reams that I can remember, and tonnes of short seconds-long dreams.

So it started with me at some kind of dock late at night, there was a woman in chinease attire (red) and a strong looking guy with typical film-set style fighting gear on. Me and him were fighting; and it became apparent that this man and woman were the bad guys. I had a team of people around my age, late teens, behind me; a girl, a guy with short hair and somebody else. The docks themselves were long and made of stone, but did not extend into the sea very far, there was metal scaffholding and crates and barrels and tarpooling everywhere. I eventually either won, or the guy got away. The girl on our team told me that I had to get into thier lare, as it was strange that I should win (I obviously couldn't have.), and the short-haird guy (who was in a comms-van) agrees, so I am sent into the bad-people's lare. I walk along the dockside and down a slope into a tunnel which leads to the lare. Once inside I find that it's more like a maze of high-up platforms, walkways and gas pipes. I reach a bit where the walkways spiral down a massive shaft, of about 50m in diameter, and some kind of piping system leading down the righthand side. Instead of walking down the pathways, I shimmied down the pipe system. on my way down I reallised that the pipes were covered in spiders (not very nice :/) but I continued anyway. once at the bottom, it became evident that the floor was made of lava or something like that, which explains the heat I thought. At this point I stopped and looked around the walls. I started to notice that there were lots of skectchs pinned to the walls around the pipes (obviously somebody had been down here before), and these sketches were fan-mail or character-sketches of everyone I had seen in this dream. At this point the girl who had been talking to me earlier started talking to me again (she was either on the comms or had followed me, I can't remember). I told her what I could see and she said: "hhmm... but that just doesn't make any sense, what's so important about those?" I told her, rather scared now, that I thought that actually it seems like we were all inside some kind of webcomic, and this is what the creator has drawn/recieved. She started to cry and then everything went fuzzy.

I then woke up in real life (I think, although I'm pretty sure it was real life) to find that I still had my shirt on, which I struggled to take of, then put on the floor beside my bed. Shortly later I drifted into dreams focusing on why I had my shirt on and what if someone had come into my room or perhaps I was drunk, but no, that didn't make sense either because I don't drink. Well perhaps it's just hot. These thoughts swirled around as abstract dreams for what I presume to be about half an hour. At which point I wake up again to realise I still have my pants on (I sleep nude), so this was really quite strange for me. After that I drifted back to sleep.

[The next dream was weird, very weird.]
I was at my computer, playing MineCraft. When I reallise that there is an option I've never seen before; one to make 'structures' generate. I click it to see what happens, then the whole world starts to transform into an ice biome (for those who don't play minecraft, it's a randomly-generated cold area of the game, with hills and such). But this was a strange one, because there was a giant semi-opaqe black cubiod, in which these domes started to be built using leave-blocks, stone and spawning a golden apple in the center. Many of these spawned within the box, at may different sizes. By this time I was actually in the game (to be expected for a dream), and rand for cover as I thought that the generation engine had broken and was going to fill the entire area with stone and leave, so I went and hid under a pile of ice blocks, peering out to the world [apon looking back, I realise that here I may have actually died in the dream, but I din't realise]. I saw a penguin, and then it flashed forward to a later date. I was in a tunnel that was extremely long, but squre with twists; like a mineshaft. I was at the end of this and talking to my brother and step-father. It turns out that the reason for this shaft is to hose a very long set of instructions written on signs for someone to make something. It was some kind of robotic drilling apparatus with a buit in Artificial Intelligence. My brother says he needs something, so we go to the start of the mine (not sure how so quickly, that thing was *huge*). Apon ariving there everyone else goes about thier own buissness [here's where it starts going wierd]. I then go out of the main semi-circular igloo part (description: big, about 30m in diameter, animal-skin rug on the floor, stone furnace at one side, to entrance to cave at the back with a small washing area on the right of that (as if you were looking at it), with an entrance and hat-stand at the opposite side, which lead to a small corridor that ran around the front half of the main igloo with a door about 1m to the left of the main igloo's door that lead to the outside), and see that there are two penguins. That quickly turn into daleks. They're scared and ask me to keep them safe if they'll defend the igloo from the other daleks. This seems like a good idea to me. But looking around that the rest of my family in the igloo, I realsise that they are walking without using thier legs, so must be daleks in disguise. I look at the two dalek-penguins, that tell me to run. I turn and run down the corridoor to a small wooden-door, which I enter. After going throught the door I end up in a small wooden office, with a gas-lamp and meet an old-woman (a proffessor at a university, I think) leaning over some old-looking books. I ask her how she got here, she says to to me that it is I who got into her place, and continues to tell me that theis place makes no sense, and that I must run to get out. I thank her for her words and walk through another door in her office. This door brings me out on about floor 10 of a 50-story 1960s style office-block. I can't go up without entering certian rooms. I enter the first and inside is someone [around here my memory gets bad], how asks me questions and gets me to talk; I ultimatly leave with this peice of paper that is part of the puzzel, and move up a level. This repeats itself about 14 times. I then go to the next door, which I can see through the gap into before I go in. I see a teacher at a black-board and a helper at a desk to the right reading some sort of old books. I walk in and tell them (quite angrly) that I kow that thier going to ask me to answer questions or perform some kind of test to let me get whatever it was I needed to find. The woman (teacher) tells me I should know better than to shout at a teacher, at which point I loose it and tell her that actually, seeing as we're all dead (but this point I'd worked out I was dead and thought that these people were other ghosts) I died after her, and thus was in a time when education was better (her books looked like they were from the 1900s), so I was clever enough, and didn't need her test, then said: "so, where is it that I need?" A little boy of about 11 put his hand up and told me that I needed to take him upstairs. I walked over, took his hand and started walking to the door with him (he seemed happy). The two teachers just looked at me dissapointedly, asking me to take this test or I'd never understand the ways of this realm, when I refused they just looked sad. I eventually took this boy out of the class and back into the '60s sky-scraper. At which piont he said that I had completed the final challange and was free (or something like that, he seemed happy). I walked off and saw a door that I thought was the exit. I walked through it and out onto the street, where there were other people. It was at this point that a large grinder-support fell on me and killed me again. As I was drifting into darkness someone told me that I was dreaming. "darn." I thought, then woke up.

I'm in a small compartment, possibly a cockpit or car, I suddenly feel a concussive shock and extreme heat. Then I wake up and know that I died. My last thoughts are sorrow and worry for my 7-year-old daughter, after I am gone.