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    1. 12/26/11 Data Center, Lord of the Flies

      by , 12-26-2011 at 11:34 PM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      12/26/11

      Donut Data
      I am in my car and on my way to work. I have a job at a data center at a hospital. I didn't really want to take such a position again, but I felt I had no choice since I haven't been finding a job in computer or game design. I get to work and I park in a parking garage that seems much larger than it needs to be. I realize I forgot my lunch. I work nights, so it isn't really lunch, but I know I will be hungry. I also have no money. It's ok, I think, I'll just jack someone else's lunch. No one will ever know it was me. I don't stop to consider that the other person will be hungry or that there might not be anyone else's lunch available… I go to the data center and get ready to start working. There are other people there with me, but they are not computer operators. They are going about other business. I fill out a couple of forms I need to complete before starting the nightly backup. As I fill out the forms I wonder if I am getting it wrong. The form looks different somehow… In the data center I find a box of donuts being kept warm on the exhaust vent of one of the computers. I take two donuts. An idiot comes in and starts eating donuts in the data center, dripping jelly everywhere, including in the computers. I hear jelly sizzling inside the circuits, but nothing goes wrong. I head to get the backup tapes, hoping I can get a backup of the data and get out of there before the computers take a major jelly-induced crap.


      Lord of the Flies
      I am in a strange place, I look around and see it looks like the interior of a volcano or something… actually the entire area is filled with volcanoes. The sky is filled with black clouds and there are actual rivers of flowing lava coming from some of the surrounding mountains. The result is that the landscape is bathed in an eerie reddish glow. Somehow the air isn't choked with smoke, though, most of that seems to stay in the upper atmosphere. Maybe kept there by wind currents? There are cloaked people around me, eleven of them to be exact, standing in a circle around me. I realize I am lying on a bed of soft grasses and hay, and the people around me are chanting. It's as if I can hear a song playing in my head… Iron Maiden's "Lord of the Flies" is clear in my mind. I feel healing energy washing over me, and I know they are trying to help me feel better, I am feeling better already… more motivated, less depressed. I relax and let them do their ritual.


      I don't care for this world anymore
      I just want to live my own fantasy
      Faith has brought me to these shores
      What was meant to be is now happening

      I've found that I like this living in danger
      Living on the edge it feels... it makes me feel as one
      Who cares now what's right or wrong it's reality
      Killing so we survive wherever we may roam
      Wherever we may hide we've got to get away

      I don't want existence to end
      We must prepare ourselves for the elements
      I just want to feel like the storm
      We don't need a code of morality

      I like all the mixed emotion and anger
      It brings out the animal the power you can feel
      And feeling so high on this much adrenalin
      Excited but scared do you believe what we've become?

      Saints and sinners
      Something within us
      We are lord of the flies

      Saints and sinners
      Something willing us
      To be lord of the flies
    2. Angel, Tone-Loc, Iron Maiden, and an Ampitheater...

      by , 02-11-2011 at 05:22 PM
      So this is my first entry on dreamviews, so don't laugh. On th night of Wednesday the 9th I has a very odd non-lucid dream. It all starts that I am at this house, which I assumed was mine, with my best friend Sean. I was back in the bedroom with a beautiful girl named Angel who was tan with brown eyes and brown hair. A very metal chick indeed. We were laying on the bed and somehow were then sitting on the couch and she was only in her bra and underwear. At this point my current girlfriend walked in and I introduced Angel as Sean's girlfriend at which point my girlfriend dissmissed me completely and walked away.

      This gets better! Then I was in an ampitheater outdoors. I was operating sound for a concert that was to take place here. I was helping Tone Loc (funk cold medina. lol) do his sound check then helped a combination of Iron Maiden and Motley Crue sound check with me playing bass. There was a panel of movie stars on the stage showing a preview of their movie then it quickly switched to the same ampitheater packed with college kids doing a Q&A session with the stars. I was sitting with my girlfriend toward the front at which point I stood up and walked towards that back where that Angel girl was AGAIN! I talked to her like I knew her my entire life and stated I wanted to know her better. I walked away to meet my girlfriend coming up the stairs and the dream was over.

      So i guess my biggest question is, who the hell is Angel and why was she current in two dreams that I had? Hmm, dreams are so vivid sometimes.
    3. Iron Maiden Concert [Lucid]

      by , 10-11-2010 at 06:07 PM
      This has been my longest lucid to date. The dream itself felt like it lasted probably around 30 minutes or so, but reflecting on it, it feels so much faster than that.

      I don't know exactly when my lucidity hit me, but I just know it did. However, prior to being lucid: I was in some lodge like area with someone I didn't recognize. out of the blue I was told that Iron Maiden (and more specifically Steve Harris) would be arriving momentarily. I turned crazy with anxiety. The moment they arrived I asked them to sign whatever I had, and they ended up signing my Zero shirt. I don't remember much else, except at one point I couldn't walk and collapsed to the floor because I was so filled with joy.

      Somehow, the dream transitioned to a concert arena. Like I mentioned, I don't know exactly what triggered lucidity, but it happened. I started walking around trying to meet people. There was a loot of people obviously. I remember walking through a crowd at one point and I saw a completely original face of a girl-- not one from my memories-- and she just stood out. I don't know why, but I felt she was another dreamer, somehow in my dream. She looked just as confused as I was to see her. I walked up to her, held her close and whispered in her ear "I'm Markus. Remember this moment." as I leaned back to look in her eyes they widened greatly, and she simply dissipated-- maybe she woke up, maybe I'm crazy and it was all me from the beginning-- who knows!

      I went back to a seat and sat down to see if my dream would make Iron Maiden perform. and they did. a strange moment followed where a row behind me, several people started singing the lyrics to a song (I can't remember which), but they were horribly monotone. I also remember it wasn't one of my favourite songs. After this occurrence, Maiden went off stage for the encore part and the crowd was restless. I realized it's my dream, Maiden doesn't get to have a break! I shouted "Play another song!" and bam, they were back on stage, playing music again. I listen to a lot of music, and one thing I've noticed about my mind is I really have songs engrained in my brain. when I'm in dreams, I can have music playback to me just like an MP3 player. I kept shouting "Next!", and Maiden would switch to a completely new song. it was exhilarating. Eventually they finished and I decided to walk around and check out the crowd some more.

      somehow, in the midst of walking around the giant rows and rows of chairs, they started to shrink more and more until there was about 2 rows of chairs, and the setting changed to my room. I didn't want this to be where I was, because any time I'm lucid and it's in my room, I end up thinking about waking life too much which ruins my lucidity and wakes me up. I've tried the spinning method before to change locations, but I've never been successful. Until now. I thought of traveling to a Forrest type location, and spun and spun. I could see the faint imagery of trees and clung to it. I was teleported to one of the most visually stunning landscapes I've ever seen.

      It was a majestic looking country-esque location, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Rolling grass fields in the distance, and closer to me where two houses, both with interesting log-cabing-esque looks to them. I went past one into the 'backyard' per say (there were no fences or boundaries)..and saw an amazing view. The season was somehow a mix of summer and fall at the same time, and it was gorgeous. Trees had no leaves, but there were many of them--and all across my field of vision, these strange sunflower things were floating around-- I'll try and recreate an image. It was as if the heads of the sunflower plants were just floating from the sky, and it was beautiful.

      They looked roughly like this (sorry for quick and sloppy photoshop) :


      I kept walking through this beautiful scenic field until I came to a mountain. I gazed up at it, and already knew what I was going to do. I thrusted up from the ground and took flight. As I flew over it I was speechless..I started loosing altitude, but I realized it's because I was too focused on trying to fly-- I just had to know that I could fly. and it picked up again. After that, I remember mumbling to myself "You are the one, neo" (I'm a huge nerd). I came upon a city scape quite fast and landed in it. I remember I was changing a bunch of things completely on the fly-- the city seemed to have a lot of police and SWAT members in it for some reason and it was giving me a bad vibe-- so I just willed them away. Poof. gone. The city also looked kind of dark itself, like it was build some time ago, not like slums per say.. but just old. I decided to change that. I said "lighten up these buildings" and they were transformed into newer looking gray skyscrapers. I kept changing small things here and there until I was distracted. I realized I should probably have some sort of goal, and was put off that I didn't know what the DV task of the month was, because it would have been an excellent time to do it. Shortly after I spent time thinking about goals, the dream collapsed and I woke up.

      This was my longest lucid to date. It was absolutely astonishing. I cannot wait for more.
    4. 2 lucids and no memory.

      by , 08-17-2010 at 04:38 AM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      ★★★

      Walking the Warrior's way.


      The first of this dream is foggy. I think Don Juan was talking to me about using the right way of walking while in dreaming. something about using my feeling to accomplish this. Walking in this manner during dreams is a sure way to improve lucidity, he said.

      Physical memory starts when I'm walking along some road that dives downward. on the other side of the street there is an indent in the rock that you can walk up. I walk up and down it in a cirlce. A woman is behind me. and for some reason I am explaining the Nagual to her. after a time the walk becomes more difficult to perform. My feet get heavier and I hear a clunking sound everytime I hit the rock with my feet.

      WILDING in a dream


      I had a fa right into sleep paralysis. I knew i was about to enter a dream. I never attempted tojolt myself from the parlysis just focused on entering the next dream. I started hearing a voice say "The next time you are dreaming you will realise that you are dreaming. Are you dreaming? is this a dream?" I tried to focus on the words but it got drowned out by music.

      I was in the middle of a nonlucid. I was in some theater and a big screen was displaying an Iron Maiden concert. after a while someone shut off the screen in theiddle of a song and decided to play a movie instead. Everyone got mad and started rioting. I left the seating area and decided that If I coln't watch the concert, I would rob this place of their food. I went behind a concession counter and started ripping open bags of chips and cookies. I began eating like crazy before the dream ended.

      Is this a dream?

      I'm in the backseat of a car driving towards my house in olds. Ilook tomy right and see asuka is in the backseat with me. I breifly think "Is this a dream?" The dream feels to real so I forget the question.I may have performed an RC but I don't remember wether it worked or not.

      Hug

      I'm in some area outside on a strange planet. B'Elanna from star trek voyager is standing on a huge rock over a cliff or precipice. People are giving her hugs and wishing her well on her jump into infinity. I recall giving her two hugs.

      cacophony

      I'm in some crowded mall area. I walk around. I walk past a woman I think is Cacophony, but she looks different. She sort of looks at me as I walk past. A moment later she approaches me and we have small talk "hi how are you?, how are things? Everything's fine thanks" etc. There is a noticeable tension between us and she seem nervous. later on she walks by again and we have pretty much the same conversation. I feel like she wants to tell me something but is too embarrassed to bring it up.

      Back at the mall

      i'm back at the same place and run into another familiar woman. I become lucid and flya bit around her bu I forget what happens afterward. When I woke up I realized she was Asuka.

      Lucid outside

      I was someplace at nightime in a backyard. There was a stone walk way with a stone arch over some steps leading to other pavement. I was lucid right away. I called to Asuka and decided to wait. I didn't want to sit still in fear of losing the dream. I strated touching the ground trying to incorporate my sense of touch in the dream. When i looked at my hand on the ground I started counting instinctively. I stopped since usually doing that destabalises the dream. I wanted to indorporate taste next but I forget what happened after.

      Another concert

      I was outside at a familiar dream stage. I saw a band doing a sound check. I was staring at the guitar that belonged to one of the band members. There were extra frets on the guitar, which went well into where the pickups usually are. I then noticed that the pickups were placed to be part of the frets. It looked kind of cool. After the sound check I went to the guitarist and talked to him about his unusual guitar. He was young around my age and we quickly became friends.

      Pablo

      I was reading my Dream journal and saw that pablo commented on an entry. He said he saw me in a dream as an albino serpent, or a white snake. I googled his phrase and found a cartoon about white snakes. It was poorly done, but it portrayed the snakes living underground and possibly in the ocean.
    5. 06/28/10 Execution / Visions of Castaneda

      by , 06-30-2010 at 10:33 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      Note: I had a goal tonight of meeting up with MoSh, checking on and doing a healing spell on Asuka, who has been absent from his dreams lately. After that MoSh wanted to go view an event from a Carlos Castaneda book where Castaneda was watching don Genaro do something interesting near a waterfall… I'm not sure what, but MoSh said that to see the full extent of it I would have to look at his energy, not just his body. So we have tried to do this before and met with an epic fail, so we're going to try it again. I used my light / sound machine to meditate. I fell asleep and successfully slipped into a WILD…

      *Execution*
      Ok… I immediately noticed something was off… I was actually over someone's shoulder and being carried… wtf? Was this some kind of attack on MoSh's inner world? Because that was where I was supposed to be… I tried to ask the person carrying me who the fuck he was, but I found I couldn't speak… my mouth was full of a foul tasting fabric… yuck… I went to take it out of my mouth, but I found my hands were bound tightly behind my back. Ok… this was annoying. I tried to activate Witchblade to cut through my bonds… nothing happened. This was really starting to piss me off. I was going to try something else when the man carrying me slung me off of his back and stood me on my feet, which I also found were tightly bound. I looked at the jerk who had been carrying me and did a double take… it was a fucking Templar.

      I tried to curse at him, momentarily forgetting my mouth was full of foul tasting cloth… apparently curious as to what I would say, the Templar removed the cloth. After a couple of spits to try to get rid of the taste, I did curse at the Templar. I told him if he didn't want a personal tour of Hell then he had better get those bonds off of me immediately. He just laughed. He said I was the one who would be going to Hell… He said he was glad I was awake for my sentence, although he was sure I would have awakened as it was being carried out. No one could sleep through that.

      Ok, this guy was dense, so I would have to show him a thing or two… his armor was metal, so the first thing I thought of was to use Battery on him. Nothing happened. I repeated myself, "Battery!" Still nothing happened. The Templar laughed. He said I should know perfectly well that stuff doesn't work in waking life. I told him that this was a dream. He said the drugs must have gotten me quite confused… but I had already been convicted of crimes against humanity and sentenced to death. He said I had seemed to lose my senses when the method of my execution was announced… but he was glad to see I was fully lucid and able to experience every moment of it. I said of course I was lucid, it was a lucid dream. He said I could tell myself that all I wanted, it wouldn't change a thing. He pushed me to the side, I fell to the ground since my hands and feet were still tightly bound. I looked up and saw the Templar opening the doors of an old medieval execution device known as an iron maiden.

      At first I wasn't really sure what to say… was this madman really intending to use that thing? He picked me back up by the ropes on my arms and carried me over to the device, setting me between the open doors. He laughed and said this was going to be fun. I had no thought that I could be actually killed here… I knew it was a dream… I told him if he even thought about trying to use that thing on me I would see him in the dark realm where I would have a front row seat to watch the cruelest demon I could find slowly burn the flesh from his bones. He just laughed again and started swinging the doors closed. I told him I had been leaving them alone because they hadn't been bothering me, but doing something like that would mean all bets are off. So unless he wanted to know… While I was threatening, he had continued swinging the doors slowly closed. The spikes on the doors were poking me, and pushing me back a bit into the spikes on the back of the device. He laughed when my words got cut off, then with one final hard shove, he pushed the doors completely closed.

      The first reaction I had was that I couldn't believe he'd actually had the balls to do that… and of course his balls are something I would cheerfully relieve him of… That thought only had an instant in my mind before I was hit with a wave of excruciating pain, feeling each and every spike as it was rammed through my body… it was immediately the worse physical pain I have ever felt… and then to top it off, they had piped in some kind of loud screaming that sounded a bit like an enraged banshee who was also in pain. But this was a dream… why was I feeling so much physical pain in a dream? That damn screaming was too loud for me to think… and then I realized the one screaming was me… apparently an unconscious reaction to the excruciating pain… With an enormous effort of will, I forced myself to close my mouth and think… I just had to wake up. So I focused on waking up. Wake up… wake up… wake up… nothing happened. I tried to move a bit to wake myself up, but the attempt at movement only redoubled the excruciating pain I was in by shifting my position on the spikes… And still I did not wake up. Why could I not awaken? I also noticed I was no longer silent. I hadn't started screaming again, I was just emitting low groaning sounds of pain that sounded like the expression of someone in the deepest pits of despair. I could hear laughter outside… the Templar was enjoying this.

      I remembered reading a couple of articles, from when I was doing some research on torture devices I could put in a dungeon for a video game I am designing, about a person shut inside an iron maiden living for as long as a couple of days. How long had I already been in there? Not long, I didn't think… this was a dream. That meant I would wake up. But how long would that take? This was a dream… that also meant I should have my powers. Why weren't they working? Maybe something was blocking them… I just needed to focus to overcome that block… As I was trying to focus, I unintentionally shifted my body again… another wave of unbelievable pain… an involuntary cry of pain and despair… a laugh from the Templar outside… broken focus. A simple ability, like telekinesis… I focused on opening the doors to the iron maiden. That would either result in my being free or in my dream body bleeding to death and me waking up. At that point either alternative was an acceptable result. Nothing happened. I was going to try to focus better when the floor literally dropped from beneath my feet. But of course I was pinned on the spikes and could not fall… instead I was hanging on the spikes now… and what I had thought was the worst possible physical pain got about ten times worse…

      After hanging there with my mind clouded by pain for what felt like forever, the floor closed again and I was once again standing on something solid. Apparently that was something they would do for periodic amusement. I could now hear at least two or three Templars outside laughing. One kept saying to do it again. Another said they had to wait… set a pace for the pain, deliver it all at once, what do they do for fun then? For fun?! For fucking FUN?! Those fucking sick bastards, what kind of mind does a person have to have to think putting someone in a device like this is fun?! Rage and dark energy were boiling up within me… and I let it. The dark energy brought a feeling of cold numbness, which blocked out most of the pain. It was not stable dark energy, and I didn't care. I let it be unstable, let it expand and fill me until it was bursting out of me like an explosion… and then there actually was an explosion…

      The resultant explosion that blew the iron maiden into three separate pieces… blasted the two doors off to the front, and threw the back half against the wall behind me. One of three Templars got slammed with a door to the iron maiden… it had flipped around in the explosion and he was now impaled on the spikes of the door. Another Templar was staring at me… and kept repeating two words… Oh, shit… oh, shit… oh, shit… He disappeared, abandoning his partners like the coward he was. I was currently pissed and full of unstable dark energy. I used telekinesis to lift the free Templar and slam him into the back half of the iron maiden, impaling him on the spikes there. Must have hit a vital organ or two, because he died quickly. I noticed the one pinned under the door was still moving. I went over and looked at him. His face was contorted by pain and terror. I wondered what I looked like that would instill such a fear response… as if that was a request, I saw a brief 3rd person view of myself… I looked like Sorceress Edea from Final Fantasy VIII (the form usually called the Queen of Night), but in addition to looking like a dark sorceress, I looked dementedly pissed off…

      ok… it was a bit disturbing, or it would have been if I hadn't been bursting with unstable dark energy. I stepped on the door under which the terrified Templar was pinned... forcing the spikes further into him, and eliciting a cry of pain and a plea for mercy. I had no urge to be merciful… I gave one more shove down on the door and then walked away as the Templar was grimacing in pain and trying in vain to lift the heavy iron door off of himself.

      I walked over to the dungeon door… and did absolutely nothing, but the door blasted off of its hinges apparently of its own accord. I left the dungeon into the main Templar base, throwing dark energy spears at the Templars, randomly impaling them and pinning them to the wall. Some died quickly, others cried out in pain as they hung there dying a much slower death. I got to the center of the base, or what looked like the center, and unleashed an Immortal Fire of pure unstable dark energy, a wall of black flames burst out from me, incinerating everything in its path. I was feeling a bit disoriented… and the scene around me shifted.


      *Visions of Castaneda*
      Now I was in MoSh's inner world where I had intended to go in the first place. My dark energy had been drained off in the Templar base, and I just felt drained rather than homicidal. I collapsed to my knees in the yard in front of MoSh's house, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down. I noticed all my wounds had somehow healed, probably from the intense energy flow… The door to the house flew open and MoSh came running out with Asuka right behind him. MoSh got over to me and was worriedly asking if I was ok… what had happened? I wasn't able to answer right away, which seemed to worry him even more… but finally I was able to tell him I would be ok. Data was there… and he opened a portal. MoSh picked me up… I was trying to tell him I could walk just fine… and carried me through the portal, Asuka followed, and we were in the healing glen. Basara also showed up, and we did a mutual healing, with the crystal golem putting in extra healing energy. My dark energy was stable again, completely controlled.

      "Carlos Castaneda," I said to MoSh, "Let's go watch him." MoSh looked surprised. He said no, we didn't have to do that tonight. He said I should get my rest. I felt the dream slipping, too… but for some reason I thought it would be a worst case scenario to let this entire dream be wasted on being tortured by and subsequently killing stupid Templars. I wanted to do something productive. I told him I was ok and I wanted to do it now. I focused on time dilation to stabilize the dream, turning one hour of IWL time into four hours of dream time… I asked for the book… then I remembered it was called 'A Separate Reality' by Carlos Castaneda. I summoned the book. I opened it and skimmed for the word waterfall or don Genaro. Found mention of don Genaro, so I transported MoSh and myself to my room in my inner world and got my laptop. I loaded the book into my laptop through a scanner and then activated the holographic viewing system… I was wondering if it would work… the new scene took shape around us. We could now watch the events in the book… and see the events of the book instead of looking like snack food to a bunch of hungry graboids.

      I looked around and saw the target of our viewing. Castaneda, don Juan, and a couple other guys were sitting in a line on a row of rocks that they were using as chairs. They were all staring at a waterfall. The waterfall was quite beautiful, but I didn't see that the beauty of the waterfall alone would command their full attention for that long… I looked over at the waterfall. There was an older man climbing a trail beside the waterfall. It looked like a difficult trail, but the man looked like he was in much better shape than his age might indicate. For the most part he was sure footed about his ascent to the top of the falls where he disappeared from sight.

      MoSh touched me on the shoulder and asked if I was sure I was ok… he said it looked like something pretty serious had happened to me. I said I was ok now. He hesitated, then said since we were here, we might as well do it right. He said to point at don Genaro with my pinky when he came back into view. I didn't say anything about that not being my method of energy scanning… I knew what he meant, that was really all that was necessary. The man, apparently don Genaro, appeared by the edge of the waterfall at the top.

      I focused on seeing his energy, not just his body. At first I just saw a bright aura, he had strong energy… but also pure and stable. No corruption there, but that wasn't what I was looking for. I watched him for a bit, then his energy field seemed to change its shape, he was clearly manipulating his energy. I watched from next to MoSh as he used tendrils of energy like ropes to help him get to a small stone in the middle of the falls… and then to an even smaller one… somehow without getting swept away. He wouldn't be swept away, he had his energy tendrils to hold on to. He stayed on the second stone for a while, positioning his energy tendrils just right, removing them from the first rock and anchoring them to the far bank of the river… And then he used them to pull himself over to the far bank where he landed with cat-like grace on all fours. He paused there and pulled his energy tendrils back into himself, then finally stood up and looked down at his audience. All four men were staring wide eyed. Don Genaro now momentarily glowed brightly, expanding his energy field in a bright and colorful aura that looked like it might be visible from space… before disappearing from sight on the other side of the waterfall.

      It started raining now. The four men who had been sitting got up. I could hear Castaneda talking plaintively to don Juan who was responding as one might to a child who is complaining too much… responding in a tone that sounded like a reprimand… but I couldn't hear what they were saying. And I also had the feeling it didn't matter what they were saying. MoSh and I had been there to see don Genaro's show, not to find out what Carlos Castaneda was complaining to don Juan about… MoSh asked what I had seen. I told him what I had seen, don Genaro using his energy tendrils to help him get across the flowing waterfall without falling off. He commented that it seems I had seen it. I said yeah, I have been able to see energy in the dream state for quite some time… though I didn't remember seeing someone use the energy in that manner before… MoSh said that when Castaneda and don Juan had first watched this, it had been in the physical plane of our own home world… and then Castaneda had written about his experiences, although Castaneda had not been able to see what don Genaro had done at that point. Castaneda had looked, but had not been able to see. That didn't seem odd since most people on our physical plane aren't able to see energy…

      The hologram shut down at that point, apparently MoSh and I had seen everything we were going to see. MoSh said don Genaro had been manipulating his energy body on the physical plane of our world. I said yeah, that was pretty cool. I saw MoSh and I were back in my inner world again. I went over to the couch and sat down. MoSh was walking around looking at things. I could feel myself about to wake up again. I told MoSh that I was about to wake up, and time dilation seemed like too much effort to try again when it has never worked the second time anyway. MoSh was saying something else to me when everything faded and I woke.