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8-22-08

Lucid dream:


I started out watching these helicopters all coming into town. I had never seen so many helicopters all together, so I was curious. There were at least twelve, and they were light helicopters--not military. They entered inside this building that had this huge open area in the middle (like a stadium). The helicopters stopped and hovered and men started to rappel out of them. I realized that they were doing some kind of practice drill. I watched them until they left. I then ran to the window to see them fly off. I noticed they were joined by a what looked like a flying car. I thought that was funny that someone had designed something that looked like the flying car from Harry Potter. Then I noticed that that there were kayaks out there. I thought it was funny that the kayaks were on the same level as the flying things (but that didn't trigger lucidity. In fact, I think I even thought about how this wasn't a dream).

It wasn't until I walked away and looked down and noticed that I wasn't wearing a shirt...or bra, that it finally hit me that I was in a dream.

[I am sooooo glad that that dream sign finally triggered lucidity...so often I miss it completely and come up with some logical reason that I'm half naked.)

The first thing that I did was to take off flying. I love to fly so much that I can't miss the opportunity. So I flew high into the sky--about as high as I have ever been--and then just let myself free fall. I felt the wind rush past me. It was such an exhilerating wonderful feeling that when I landed (softly) on the ground I made myself do it again. This time I didn't want to waste the time flying up. So I just changed the scenery so that I was up extremely high in the sky again. I was so high I could see the curvature of the Earth. Then I let myself fall again. I suddenly knew why people liked to skydive so much. There is no other feeling like being able to fall like this. I was stretched flat on my stomach and holding my arms out where the wind pushed them upward. I did this several times, loving every second of it.


Then I remembered that I really wanted to try to breathe fire.

I was now inside this room. There was a little girl sitting on the floor and and older man at the far side. I took a deep breath and blew out. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. I tried a third time, and again, nothing happened. I then remembered how joshbotch had success "spitting" fire. I tried doing that, but nothing happened. I felt discouraged. I wondered if this was beyond my ability. Then I reminded myself how it was when I first tried to make fireworks come out of my fingers. I had had the same problem. I wondered if I should do the fireworks one again to help my self confidence. But then I decided that I could breath fire if I really truly believed that I could do it.

So I tried again. This time I opened my mouth a little wider and made the air coming out of it as hot as I could, and I breathed out all of my air, making a little "hhhhhhh" sound at the end. At the very end of that breath I suddenly saw orange flames. I drew in another breath and tried the same thing again. This time I was able to create more flames. The flames extended out from my face about 12 inches.

I tried it again. This time I reached out my hand and put my fingers in the flame. I could feel the heat, but it was not painful. I did it several times while putting my hand into the flame. I was very fascinated with the way it felt.

I then tried to make the flames go further. This time I got them to go out 18 inches or so. I knew that if I kept trying that I would be able to make them go further and further.

But I decided that I wanted to try something different. I wanted to see if the flames were real enough to catch something on fire. I looked down to where the little girl was playing on the floor. Next to her was an old empty cardboard box. I leaned down a started blowing flames on the box. After a couple of breaths I noticed the edges of the box start to turn black and finally I saw the orange flames spread along one side of the box. I felt very satisfied.

I then saw the old man sitting across the room. I decided to go up to him and ask him what he thought about what I could do. I walked over and started to ask him to watch me. But he interrupted and told me he had already been watching me.

I then looked at my hand and saw that my fingers looked normal except for my fourth finger on my right hand. It split at the middle knuckle and had two finger tips come out from it. I realized that that was very typical of what I had seen in previous dreams.


I don't remember the transition. But I was suddenly in another room next to a window. I remembered that I had wanted to see what it was like to crash through a window. So I took a running dive at the window and felt the glass break as I broke through. It was easy to break though and not painful at all, though I heard the noise of the glass breaking and felt the slight barrier of the glass.

Once outside I flew along the street, just a few feet above the ground. I looked around seeing that all the colors were extremely vivid. I then noticed that the sun was setting casting a pinkish glow on everything.

At this point I woke up.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m taking a walking field-trip with my daughter’sclass. Our departure from the school isalong a road several miles south of the real-life school and it feels weird tobe taking this route for a walking field-trip. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We head out and all is initially fine but 4 of the childrenin the class are a little developmentally deficient and these 4 kids run outinto the street. Cars pass by them on both sides as I’m screaming at them tocome back to the side of the road. I realize they probably can’t get backsafely and I know I’m going to have to go get them. I’m preparing myself to dothis when the one closest to me, from the middle of the street, stares up at meand then runs across the street narrowly avoiding being struck. I’m amazed sheand the others made it across the road as they appear to be about 4 years ofage despite being a part of my daughter’s class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally get a break in the traffic and make my way across,chasing them along the road towards another class on a field trip. These kidsare older and have come by bus. I find myself envious of their field-trip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The children blend into the group and disappear from mysight. I don’t know where they are and I’m frantically trying to think of a wayto get them separated from the group. An idea suddenly springs to mind and Isay, “Who here is from [school], raise your hand?” I’m thinking the younger kids will respond andI will be able to pick them out of the group.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My expectations are dashed when all the kids raise theirhands. I have encountered a class of older children from my daughter’s schooland I recognize none of them. Not being daunted by this I decide the kids musthave gotten onto the bus. As the class boards I go in behind them, asking theteacher if they mind if I do a search. The teacher is agreeable and allows meto walk the aisle of the bus looking for them. Sadly I can’t find them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Before I can turn around the bus driver closes the doors andstarts driving down the road. I think, “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll get off when wepass my class walking down the road.” Again my expectations are shattered when he drives right past the classand I set my new goal for the next block. I tell the driver he passed my groupand at first he seems to ignore me. I repeat myself, speaking a little moreforcefully and he slams on the brakes. I grab on to a pole in an attempt tostabilize myself but I lose my grip. My body slides forward to the front of thebus where I grab on to another pole to keep myself from smashing into thedashboard. I lose my grip again and roll into the front console as the buscomes to a final stop. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glaring at the driver I make my way off the bus and start runningback towards my group. As I approach I still can’t see the lost kids and otheradults are still looking for them. I tell them I will keep on looking for themcloser to where we started.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Down the road I find myself on a dirt track, an unpaved roadthrough the forest heading out to Enchanted Rock, a state park 80 miles west ofAustin. The kids are now forgotten and Iam climbing up a wooded hill, more of asmall cliff than anything, on my way to the campsite. I’m with my dad and someof his friends, people I do not recognize. All are carrying packs of gear.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the crest of the cliff is a rocky ledge with some bulkytree-roots running along it. Each of us has to climb over this ridge and turnaround to help the next climber. I turn to help my dad over the root. As I do athought comes to mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This is the spot where you made a strong promise to me.” AsI say this to him I look down at the watch on his wrist as though I expect himto pass it on to me someday. The moment seems significant but I can’t entirelyfigure out why. I help him up and we continue to the campsite.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spot we camp at is beautiful, a cliff overlooking thelake hundreds of feet below with spotty signs of habitation visible only aslights in the darkness. It had not been dark previously but now the setting isat night. The stars are visible above and my surroundings are illuminated as ifby a bright full moon though I do not see one in the sky.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Everything seems peaceful until the silence is broken by asmall government helicopter which has come to spy on us. The helicopter isactually miniature, about the size of a bread-box though it has sophisticatedcontrols and surveillance cameras that can see in the dark. Everyone scramblesto avoid being hit by the rotors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Why is the government concerned with us? I can’t imagine thereasoning considering the crowd I’m with, none of whom are former agents orcurrent spies. Thinking this I suddenly realize the helicopter is there for me.I know I must be the one under suspicion and the knowledge spurs me to action.I duck below the edge of the cliff, a small overhanging ledge providing me somecover from the cameras that can only see horizontally. I find myself looking upat the small helicopter as it rotates around to find me. I evade it easily.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid and realize this is a dream. The helicoptercan’t hurt me and I decide to just reach up and grab it. It feels solid in myhand, unlike some dream objects, and it vibrates like a gas-powered toy. As Idisable it the rotors stop and the machine becomes a mere hunk of plastic andmetal in my hand. I know the agency hunting me will come looking for theirsurveillance toy and attempt to figure out what happened to both it and me so Ilet everyone know we will have to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the morning I am talking to my dad as everyone packs up.I’m playing with the helicopter, extending the telescoping antenna andcollapsing it. I look at it and say, “I wish I could make it work again.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In response my dad tosses me a battery pack for it,something he had removed during the night. I had willed that to happen,something I knew as the battery landed in my hand. I love how things work indreams, I think. My dad continues to pack out gear as I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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A DEILD. I woke up from a really pleasant dream this morning and after I woke, I didn't feel like getting up, so I fell asleep.

[COLOR="darkslateblue"]I am at my neighbour's place with a few of my relatives. I look at the walls and [/COLOR][COLOR="seagreen"]suddenly the room looks very minecraftish.
A helicopter crashes through a wall and my cousin yells "OMG, THIS IS A DREAM!" and everyone starts talking excitedly. We fly out through a big window, the world outside is fully minecraft themed.
I land by a small lake and dive into the water for a sec. Feels gut man. Then I fly around the large mountain and come back to the lake.
This time I stay underwater until I wake up. I couldn't breathe at first, but then I thought "this is a dream, damn it, I'm supposed to be able to breathe!" xD[/COLOR]

I was already kind of aware when the dream started, but I became really lucid when I stared at the walls.
It lasted for ~35 minutes in real time.

Waking Time: 11:00am

Helicopter For Sale

There was something about being at the hospital. Then my wife and I are outside. I see a really small Helicopter for sale. Its looks big enough to hold at least on person maybe two. For some reason I think maybe it is a radio controlled toy but I dismiss that idea. I have this conversation with my Wife:

Me: Look, it's a helicopter for sale!

Wife: Yeah, like we have $50,000

Me: No, it's probably more like the price of a used car.

Wife: So, like we need a helicopter.

Me: BUT ITS A HELICOPTER! We can fly around in it. How cool would that be? I mean I could fly to work. Well, maybe not work it is just a few blocks away. But wouldn't their mom shit bricks if we picked the girls up in that thing. Wow! It would be soooo cool!

Wife: No.

Tinsel Light-Saber

I am in an arena with other Jedi. We are all fighting each other. But we are using stiff pieces of colored tinsel as light-sabers. WTF LOL. The swords where just as functional as any light-saber. Some how I was in third person watching myself. I teamed up with an odd looking human-ish woman. Now I am looking at myself and her fighting together in a screen like on TV. I hear an announcer say, "They are fighting friendly style." I see the words on the screen. People were dying all over. Limbs severed and body punctured. All the light-saber sounds and flashes of light and sparks as tinsel collided. Then some how, the sith I was fighting and I, we eliminated. We just vanish. I don't die but I am out of the game. The focus is on the woman I was teamed up with. I had the only red light-saber. It was lying on the ground. The woman lost her light-saber and did cart wheels to over and picked mine up. Then as the sith ran to her she spun around in one fluid motion and sliced the man straight down the middle of his chest. He fell on his back. Then she reached in with her hands and opened up his chest. I could see chest bone and ribs and lungs and heart. Then she lifted him up to show the crowd. The air filled with the sound of cheers and jeers as she is the winner. Then I am first person. She hands me my light-saber back. I am surprise to get mine back as it was unique. She said something about honor and I realize she really is a good Jedi.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

A bunch of people are pulling off a heist for $3000. They have a helicopter and a ton of people (for 3k!!). For some reason it is my responsibility to stop them because I am acting vice president of the company I work at. I have to make the money exchange on the helicopter but I need to get the 3k. I realize that my parents owe me $3100 (not true in RL) so I go to their house to collect and tell them the whole story. On the way to the helicopter I ride my vehicle through a toy store and run over a little girl. She was OK - kinda dove out of the way. One of the police officers helping me do the exchange is the referee from my flag football league. I finally get to the helicopter and they drop a rope for me. I wake up before being lifted into the helicopter.

Dream 2:

My fiance's cousin is all over me (sexually) which is very awkward. My ex girlfriend TE is also there and I am very confused about who I want to be with. Then I go to a bar. I hear some girls getting raped and I walk around the block trying to find / help them to no avail. Then I am on a computer looking up how to start a porno business. I choose a silver package porn business for $200.

Date: 30/06/2012
Place: Friend's bed
Time of getting into bed: 3.50am

Dream 1 - non lucid

A girl I know in real life (E) and her friend are in a caravan, in a caravan site. Me and I are driving around the site rather fast in a car, we are making lots of noise and throwing things out of the windows. E starts to complain about us, she is not happy at all. We start making rude shapes out of our shadows, and I blames someone else's child for making the rude signs. However I think it's funny and we keep doing it. We then go and sit inside an old, abandoned car. It is silver colour. We sit inside, which is all overgrown with grass, and there appears to be a huge pile of copper coins inside. I find this really cool and keep trying to take pictures of it.

Dream 2 - non lucid

We (me and my friends) have done something wrong and there is some sort of man-hunt after us. There are helicopters in the sky searching for us, so we try to hide. At one point we are hiding on some stairs, we are kind of scared. I have written in my DJ that we may have seen someone we shouldn't have seen.

Dream 3 - non lucid

I go to work at a Pizzeria. While we have not been at work, there has been a leak from a tap and there is water everywhere, the whole place is flooded. I worry because I think the boss will be angry. I am shown how to make Pizzas.

Dream 4 - non lucid

I am waiting in a queue, I think for some building to open. I have a cheap pushchair, but I get annoyed with it because it is so cheap and tacky, so I throw it on the street next to me and decide to get a newer, better one. The building opens and we go inside, there is a small makeshift stage, with a live sex show being performed on it. They are performing some very XXX acts. Some people join in, which is allowed in this place. Will Smith was there also, but not doing anything sexual. I don't do anything sexual, just watch. There is a photographer taking photos of people in an artsy, portrait way while they are having sex. He then offers to sell the photos back to them.


***NOTEWORTHY***
I rarely bump into E
I watched a program about sex fetishes before bed

06.21.2012

Asian James Bond (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Feels like I'm watching a movie here, but at the same time, I don't know....I'll just tell it out.

I'm inside a large vehicle, I would like to say it's a limo, but it's a little wider than that, so maybe it was some kind of really wide van. There's this newbie soon to be James Bond who is Asian. He's wearing your classic black suit with a black bow-tie I believe.

Seems he's a bit flirty with M, and she's not really taking it well. She tolerates him for a bit, but then he starts opening his legs towards her, and then scoots even closer to her.

She gets a gun, shoots him in the head. Daniel Craig and a few others that I can't recall start laughing.

What just happened here???????????????

Oh, and they we're eating some fancy meal as well.

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06.21.2012

Body in Laundry Bag (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much from this. I remember someone coming after me since I remember feelings of fairly intense fear and having to dodge quickly.

I'm running around in some kind of open base outdoors, and in order to get out of this place, I have to throw some of those spark things that shoot up so that the extraction helicopter knows where to land or drop the ladder for me to climb up.

Problem is, that same person chasing me knows I'm trying to do that, and he's doing everything in his power to stop me. I have to throw the sparks at several yellow squares, and I seem to be doing good job throwing right on the spot while running for my life.

The dream shifts, and I think I killed the person and had to put him in a bag. I open it slightly to make sure he's dead, and it seems there's come extra clothes with his body that I need to get out. I don't know why I needed to get clothes of the laundry bag stuffed with a dead human corpse......

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06.21.2012

Where's my Textbook? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm waiting outside of a hallway upstairs to see who my new teacher is going to be. I see that one student has the same room as me, so I follow him, and he looks at some paper, and the teacher comes in, and the student is happy.

So I'm assuming this teacher is going to be awesome. I sit down, and more students start coming in. I'd say there were 15 students at most, since I only focused on who was on the right, left and front of me. Some other staff member comes in to talk about textbooks, and then I realized....

Crap, where's my textbook? I look around and see everyone else has their own textbook, and I was worried we might have an assignment or homework even.

I look to the left, and see students were handing out the textbooks that were on the left side on the ground.....WHEW!

I get my very own textbook, and I forget what happens next.

dream : comments : lucid

25th of May, 2012

So I haven't posted in my DJ in aaaaaaaages for two reasons:

1. During my most successful ever fortnight of lucid dreaming, the whole DreamViews hack incident happened and, after spending nigh on 3 hours posting all my cool dreams, I realised that the site was fake and I'd spent all that time for nothing.
2. School got really intense the last couple of months and I've only just finished and have some time to get back in touch.

Mainly reason 1, though. I plan to get back around to posting those dreams that were lost, because some of them were truly spectacular.

But for now, to wet my feet again...

I had a series of vouchers for a shopping spree. They were ridiculously good savings like "50% off" and "everything for $125"
Somehow they became related to a competition where you had to find a Golden Ticket, a la Willy Wonka.
I was in a petrol station and saw a chocolate and thought "I'll kick myself if it's in there and I don't buy it, besides, it's only a couple of bucks" so I picked it up and lo and behold, there was a Golden Ticket! Hoorah!

So the competition became that we had to use these vouchers in a set time limit in this famous guy's store. I don't remember the name, but it seemed to be quite an important aspect; like I should set it up in real life or something like that.

Anyway, the gist of the competition was that we had to convince the people selling stuff to let us use our vouchers. I wanted a telescope, but the girl wouldn't accept my 50% off voucher coz it was $1000, so I offered to pay her the difference. I ended up losing the competition anyway and not getting anything.

It gets a bit blurry there but I soon found myself in a telescope store checking out all the different models. They had really ornate cool ones that looked like old wooden record players and hyper-modern ones as well.
Eventually this lead to me trying to convince David Bowie that he should help me buy a telescope but he was too caught up in his acoustic performance and the fact that he had to keep changing his wigs.

The dream faded there, or shortly after, and the next thing I remember is riding a motorbike on a forest trail away from a helicopter that was shooting at us.


Man! Feels good to get this back on pixels!

I am in a large multi-story apartment complex. It's the middle of the day and I look out the window in the streets. There are all of these protestors who are angry about gay marriage and homosexuality that are causing a lot of chaos in the streets. I see a few of them breaking into houses and buildings - being very violent and harming people they thought were gay. There were lots of people trying to protect their property and I was there trying to help them. Strangely enough as I am gazing down onto the street I spot my ex-girlfriend from high school, Chelsie. She is wearing a white hoodie and is with the rallyers. I'm surprised and disappointed. A group of people start invading our building - including her. She climbs into a window and the moment she gets inside I walk up and confront her.

"Chelsie! What the hell?! Why are you with these people? You are one of the most liberal people I know!"

She looks away avoiding eye contact.

"I'm just trying to make sure people don't get hurt," she says.

That didn't make any sense as she was clearly walking with them and not doing anything to stop them. Our old friend Danielle is with her - also avoiding eye contact. There's a whole group of people in the hallway with us now.

"Look, regardless of whether or not you agree with gay marriage or homosexuality, people have a right to be safe and they have the right to privacy. No one should be breaking and entering into people's homes!"

I sigh and go outside to try to help people evacuate the area. I see a helicopter flying overhead - going toward a launch pad to pick up escapees. I run in that direction trying to guide a couple of parents and their children toward it so they can get in and leave safely.

01/30/12

Note: Last night was a bit odd… I remember a lot of fragments of dreams that I'm not sure if they are connected or not, but here they are…

When It Rains
I am in a strange place, it is out in the middle of the wilderness. I don't recognize the place, though I might not since it is hard to see the surroundings through the pouring rain. It is also rather cold out, and I feel the wet rain penetrating through my clothes to my skin, I am feeling quite cold. I look around and I see a small tent not far from me and I realize I am supposed to sleep in there, so I go to the tent to try to dry off in it. I get in the tent and I realize it is no better than being outside. The tent is small and cramped, it doesn't seem to do anything to keep the cold out, and the worst part is the thing leaks so it is raining almost as badly inside as outside. I decide I won't be able to sleep here, so I head out of the tent. I will find an inn where I can rent a bed for a few gold. Hopefully I have enough… if not, I might have to pick someone's pocket to get the money for a dry bed for the night.


To The Movies
I am with my friend Alicia, and we are heading out of Tucson, going south. There is a movie theater down there and we are going to check and see if they will have a specific movie playing or not. We are traveling in a helicopter, the pilot lands in a flat area near a road. I see my car is there, so Alicia and I switch to the car and continue going. The theater is sure out in the middle of nowhere. When we finally get there we go to the box office and ask about the movie we're looking to see. The man in the box office doesn't even wait to hear the title, he says he knows nothing about any movies past this coming Friday… which I know to be tomorrow. He refuses to be of any help at all. Alicia is annoyed that we came all the way out here for nothing. I am also annoyed, but I add that at least we got a free helicopter ride out of it. Alicia agrees reluctantly and adds that it was her first trip in a helicopter.


Nomad and MoSh
I am in a strange place with Nomad and MoSh, and there are a couple other people there with us as well. I don't recognize them. We are in what looks like a small space capsule with seats on both sides of the elongated capsule. The room is about the shape of an elongated sphere, there is no way of telling which is the front or back or if it is even meant to move. I am sitting between Nomad and MoSh. The walls of the room are all padded with the same material that might be found in a padded room of a mental ward. There is a bright white light, but I can't see where it is coming from. Nomad seems excited about something, MoSh seems disinterested. I don't remember what we are doing or where we might be going, but I do get the sensation of motion as the capsule shoots straight up into the air. Nomad voices a loud and excited, "Here we go!" while MoSh just rolls his eyes and groans. I do nothing, still not sure what is going on, but I don't want to appear stupid and admit that.


Blue Spirals of Madness
I am in the living room of our house, I am working on my laptop doing some 3D modeling. The computer is working fine, so that doesn't trigger me to do a reality check. I decide I want to listen to an audio book while I work, so I switch to iTunes to select one. I select a Dean Koontz book to play and start the first track. I go back to my modeling, expecting the book to start, but nothing happens. I switch back to iTunes and I see that the video effects that I am used to seeing on Windows Media Player are playing but there is no sound. I don't really give any thought to the fact that iTunes doesn't have the video effects screen… The screen is showing blue circles expanding and contracting on the screen, it also seems to be stuck. It isn't changing. Damn, I hope I don't have a virus… I change the screen to go to the internet and the monitor goes dark. Shit! It is a virus! I immediately pull the plug on my external hard drives, fearing the data I may have already lost. The blue circles return to the screen, now they are in 3D somehow. They seem to be coming out of the monitor at me. Then I realize they actually are coming out of the monitor… The spirals surround me as I sit in front of my laptop, they are making me a bit dizzy. It feels like I am falling into the computer… falling into the monitor… but instead I fall into bed and wake up.


Stealing Spree
I am in a place I don't recognize, it is an office building of some kind. I remember I am there for an interview. I go to the receptionist and say I am there for my interview. She says she will let the boss know, so I sit down to wait. I ask the receptionist where the restroom is, and she directs me to a door. I go through the door and see it is not a restroom… it's a storage closet. I tell her that and she says it's ok, everyone does their business in there… um… yuck… I go into the room and sure enough it smells like a sewer. I look at the stuff being stored in there. There are many different things tossed into baskets with no organization at all. I look at some of them. There are many computer items there. Small cameras, jump drives, some things I can't identify but they look cool… so I start taking stuff. There is no organization, no way of telling how many of what is in there. I grab a couple jump drives, a couple miniature cameras, and a couple things I can't identify before the receptionist opens the door without knocking and says the boss is ready. I go to the boss' office and see a man sitting across the desk. He looks at me strangely and then announces I stink. Did I use the bathroom before coming here? Yuck! Go home, I won't be working here when I pee in a closet. I leave his office, a bit annoyed, but also excited to see what those computer components I stole are…

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out walking along some damp, sandy shoreline with my sister and my oldest nephew. It was a nice, sunny day. The water was to our right. We were probably pretty close to the water, too. The shore itself was probably pretty narrow.

We passed some really beautiful scene on our left. There was a big, beautiful lawn (though the grass may have seemed to be a little dried and yellowy). At the end of the lawn was some kind of beautiful, classical mansion or palace or plaza.

I can't really remember it that well at all. It was gleaming white, and it had a lot of columns. There were people in some non-modern dress walking around on the grounds and in or near the structure. Parts of the grounds may have been open from the shore. Other parts may have been separated from the shore by a fence.

My sister pointed to the beautiful scene and said, "This reminds me a lot of my trip to Italy."

For some odd reason I took a really sarcastic tone with my sister. I said, "Pfft! There's nothing like that in real life!" (??? ) I then either said, "That's only a painting," or, "That should really remind you of a painting."

My sister and nephew and I were now walking in the downtown area of some smaller town. We three seemed to be among the few people out on the street.

It was still a nice, sunny day. We walked down a street with dark tan or brownish buildings that were probably around eight to twelve stories tall.

Suddenly I saw, across the street from us, a huge helicopter descending from above the building tops. The helicopter had a dull, blue underside. It was shaped a bit awkwardly, like if you were to put an old, corded phone's receiver into a blanket and then try to make a rectangle out of that mass.

The helicopter was moving pretty slowly. It was still descending, and it looked like it was directed toward us. I'm -- pretty sure -- that at this time I recalled a time IWL in 2002 when I was in downtown Santa Fe, New Mexico, and a huge, black, military copter floated down toward me and seemed to follow and watch me for half a block or so.

I'm pretty sure that I was really worried that this helicopter was going to do the same thing to me. I had been really afraid in Santa Fe -- so afraid, I'd had to hold onto a wall near me to stay standing.

But I didn't want my sister and nephew to see me that way. So I tried to show that I was actually interested in this aircraft, rather than that I was afraid of it.

But as the helicopter descended, it turned out that I really was more interested in it than afraid of it. The helicopter actually looked like some form of public transportation -- like a bus, but with propellers instead of wheels!

I could see now that the helicopter-bus was going to land and unload passengers at a building on the corner of a block just up ahead and across the street from us. I ran toward that building, leaving my sister and nephew behind.

I got into the building. It was like a hollowed-out lobby of an office building, but with something to its atmosphere that made it seem like a bus station. There were concrete pillars through the room. The window-walls of the lobby must have been tinted, because the light coming in was kid of smoky-amber colored. The floors may have been covered in a short, tight, brown carpet.

I'd come in through some doors to the left of the corner of the building. But the helicopter, I saw, had landed at the corner of the building. There were some hospital-like, sliding-glass doors that opened along with the opening of the helicopter's doors. A little wheelchair-ramp-type structure went down from the doors to the floor.

I ran up to the sliding glass doors as they opened. There were no passengers in the helicopter-bus, even though the helicopter-bus had apparently landed to let passengers off.

The pilot stood just outside of the bus for a moment or two. He was tall, white, with a kind of big belly. He had short, shaggy, red hair and a short, shaggy beard. He wore squarish eyeglasses.

I didn't say anything to the man. I just stood there, kind of awed that I was seeing such a new, incredible element of public transportation.

The man understood my feelings, though. He said, "Well, it's fun for now. But the city'll get rid of it soon. This is the new thing. And when the next new thing comes around, they'll forget all about this thing."

I now spoke to the man, but it was like I was speaking to him in my head, or through narration, as I was heading back out onto the street, out to my sister and nephew.

I told the man, "Oh, no -- they'll never get rid of this. It's too great! And it makes so much sense. It's so efficient!"

I may now have been telling my sister and nephew something as we watched the helicopter lift up and away. The helicopter seemed to be going right back in the direction it had come from. So did we. We seemed to be walking right back down the block we'd walked up.

Dream 1
I was in the first mission of Call of Duty 4:Modern Warfare where you are on a boat. I went through the mission as usual and then ran like the wind to the helicopter. I didn't jump onto the boat I just ran.

Dream 2
I was in the Middle East it looked like Battlefield 3 and I became lucid at one point. I flew around with all my equipment. I hate it when you can't remember a dream when you go lucid.

Dream 3
I'm in a cove with WWE wrestlers and a person starts explaining how to be accepted by Americans and how Wade Barrett is now called Barry in the US.

Fragment
I'm in a clothes shop and there was a 50% off discount.

Side Notes
These dreams came on after another as I woke up.

All non-lucid.
Reoccurring dream signs - water, weapons

Took a nap till 6pm. Back to bed at 10.15pm

Fragments:
2.44 - wake up - no dream
4.30 - This was a version of real life events that happened to me.
6.30 - Bad clown was attacking, he was walking towards us by the riverfront [dreamsign] we wanted to hide in a haunted house, but they would not let us hide there; took a ride on subway, that looked like a people mover on the airport, you sat down on a metal mat; there was some kind of a resistance against some entity;
I was shopping in a grocery store.
6.50 - somebody's pant sleeve changed color according to yes or no

MAIN Dream at 8.20
We were running through a bridge, when a helicopter started to fire at us from a distance. Suddenly a friendly helicopter/airplane came from behind us, fired two shots and shut down the bad guys. Since we were in the Resistance, decided to go and salvage the weapons from the helicopter.

As we approached, the whole landscape was under water. So I dove into maybe 4 meters deep, clear water and started to search amongst the debris on a sandy bottom with nice pebbles for weapons. There were some grass like plants, it all looked like a nicely arranged aquarium. I was finding all kinds of rifles, machine guns, sniper rifle, a shotgun - I put these on my back, and I hang the pistols on my belt. I was aware of the weight holding me under water, but I actually liked it and was still able to go to surface to breathe.

Then an enemy submarine was coming closer, so we decided to leave. Emerged out of the water in the swimming pool of some resort. They claimed I can't bring weapons there, so I asked them to put them in a safe. Then I joined other people sitting on a chairs by the pool and put on a bathing suite to blend in. Then the submarine surfaced and about 10, all black dressed people got out and started to examine all of us in order to identify me. They lay their hands on my chest and probed internal organs to find out, if I'm different from the others. But I guess I wasn't, although I had a feeling, that I surfaced into different time/land/planet.

I'm with A. M. in the former home of my grandmother. He has a son.
The kid is blonde with blue eyes.
It has a yellow babygrow.
A. M. turns to me and says that today we gonna playing football.
When we arrived to the football field, I realize that the field is a mixture of petrol stations and a dirt field.

One of the football poles (of my team) was between two gasoline stations.
I fail some goals but a little later i score one, the ball goes very slowly between the legs of the goalkeeper.
I start running and screaming goooooooooooaaaal!
However A. M. wonders where his son is, and he says that the child is with T. A. , he's taking take care of him.

Suddently the police or some sort of a special force appears... and suddenly I'm in a helicopter with the leader of this special force ...

Barack Obama is the commander of these special forces. He's about to throw me from the Helicopter. He as metal discs
in his hands and feet,they function like the Iron Man´s propellers.

I put some metal discs in my own hands and feet too.

He dominates that technology better than me. I try to take a swing at him...but he suddenly disappears.
The Helicopter lands and a white-coated scientist comes to me and says that F is expecting my orders.

It´s seems im some kind of leader of some sort of organization.

I grab some propellers, put them in my pockets and go away.

Recall is a bit shoddy throughout, so I'll just start from what I remember....


I was with my cousin, and we were doing or discussing something that I'm not totally sure about when this psycho arrives. There are two helicopters heading for these skyscrapers, and this guy plans on destroying the towers himself. One of the copters had a rope hanging from it so I ran and grabbed on to it. I anchored myself to the ground and watched the helicopter crash into a nearby cow pasture. The psycho guy just showed up, and he knew I was going to stop the other one, so he pulls out a box cutter, and my cousin throws me one and we square off.

I thought back to my JKD training, and tried to stay relaxed. The guy trusted at me with his box cutter and I slapped his arm away, while grabbing it one motion, and went to cutting up his entire arm. He trusted again, and this time I was able to disarm him. I grabbed the other box cutter, and he punched at me. I cut off all the fingers of his hand, and he said "are you just going to slice like that all day?" Then I went and cut off the ones he was holding out on the other hand during his little statement. He tried to kick me, and I grabbed his leg and stuck my box cutter in as deep as it could go. And the guy actually cheered for me.

I knew this was some sort of odd distraction from the other helicopter, so I headed off and there was some huge gun trying to shoot lasers at me. I used eye lasers to counter and destroy it. The psycho guy said he could do the same thing, and started shooting lasers at the last remaining helicopter. He did it over and over, and eventually the helicopter crashed right on top of him...killing him.