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Non lucid dream, just a normal dream

Part 1
I dreamed that i woke up on a hotel with my family, i was sleeping at a strange room, when i looked around i saw a crazy cat hanging in the roof, it was so crazy and its was stuck in a web, when the cat tried to get out of the web he lost his head, and after that i went out of the room and i walked out the door to go and look outside at the hotel. Then i saw a black snake laying in the grass, i tried to touch it, but then its bite my little finger, i got panic and run around the whole hotel, after some rounds running around the hotel, i looked down on my finger and saw that my finger was so big and blue, i asked my dad if he call the medic, but he said its nothing dangerous and its wasent a dangerous snake so i will be ok, but then my dad asked a guy on the hotel about the snake, he said the snake is very dangerous. end of the dream

Part 2
In the next secound i was at my grandphas home, i still had a big finger and was scared of the snake bite, so i asked my grandpha where my dad is, he said he was in the shopping mall, after that i ran down a long road, but then i saw something strange, my cousine was runnin the anhoter way, but then she started to run after me, i ran down to a kindergarden where i was waiting for my dad, but he never came.

Part 3

I was running around around in the forest, and looked at the trees, then i ran down to my grandphas house again, on the way to my grandphas house i saw a guy, he asked me if i wanted some weed, i said yes, then we went down to a big football place. On the football place its was a-lot of people, some smoking weed, some doing crack, and some doing acid, then the guy gave me some weed and a weedcake, i accepted it and puted it in my pocket, the guy asked me if i could hold his little dog for a seccound, i said ok, but then the dog ran away, i was trying to find it, but i had to jump over a big stone, but i couldent jump over it, so i had to go around, then i saw a old firestation, that are near my old school, and asked the guy staying there if he had seen a dog, he said its had runned a dog around the corner, i ran around the corner and saw the dog running around, then the owner of the dog came, he started to run after the dog and jumped on him and hold him still, then i went home, when i came home the Drug Police was at my house, they started to search me, they took some of my weed, but when i got the chance to run, i ran down the long road again, and ran beetwen some houses and hided, there its was a guy trying to beat me, i took his head and smashed it into the wall and killed him brutaly, then i went up on the road again, then a old lady drove a car straight of the way, and a anhoter girl that had seeing the car drove off, started to help the old lady, i ran down to the old lady and helped her, then the police said its all ok, and i dont need to go to prison for murder and drug carring.

Lucidity-0
Vividness-7

It starts with me meeting up with the zombie leader outside of a castle filled with humans. The castle looks somewhat like disney worlds, just more gray and decaying. The zombie leader tells me we are outnumbered thousands to one. I don't really care and return back to the castle. Dream fast forward. Me and 4 others; 3 kids; 2 were boys, and one was a little girl; and my friend are killing the zombies out on the drawbridge to the castle. There is no moat, but there is a drawbridge. I'm using a mini uzi, and have a ammo indicator from Left4Dead. Me and my friend are fighting them off and the children are following us. I Conserve ammo because reloading is a hassle while running. We keep fighting them until we come to a road. The road has very thick brush on both sides. A perfect area to line them up and shoot em down.

Me and my friend start running while the kids stay at the entrance. They didn't attack them(probably as they didn't see them as a threat). So we are running down the road shooting behind us and my clip is empty. I have another, i put it in, and try and cock it. But the cocking mechanism is very hard to push in. I keep trying but it doesn't work. So i sprint further and try it again. I push as hard as i can and then i finally hear a little "ping" and a smile comes to my face.

I turn around and unload on them. there was probably 30 of them left when i started. Closest being 10 feet away. He got 15 rounds in the chest before i put 5 threw his head. All the zombies fell pretty easily. Unfortunately the kids were at the end of the road. We ran down there and i knew what had happened before i was there. Two of the kids were shot. The little girl was already dead, and the boy was bleeding. The other boy was perfectly fine(i think the one that was fine was supposed to be the son of my friend). We pick up the kids that are alive and have to leave the little girl. We run to the end of the road with the heavy brush on both sides. A car parks at the other end. I know we are safe. We get near the car and the dream ends.

I personally loved that dream. There were slight horror moments in it, but it was mainly a shooter. Plus i got to kill zombies in second person. But yea, no melatonin used, thats all me baby.

I'm at a table at work, making a sign for the employees, something about encouragement. Char, one of my co-workers is annoying me, but I never remember why. I'm trying to find space on this poster board for what my manager, Brian wants. I think I ask Arayna, the day baker, if making a checklist for the employee's achievements is okay to conserve space.

Then it's Halloween and I'm putting on makeup. I don't remember the details, but my mom is there and we are in my old kitchen in the trailer I grew up in. I'm dressed in white, but the costume details are fuzzy. I'm waiting for my friend, Mark to come. I think he'll be impressed by my makeup job. I grab my orange pumpkin pail and head out.

Cut to a woman's house. It's down a dirt road, in the country. I remember white siding and a screened porch. I'm still dressed for Halloween and I think Mark is still with me. The woman gives me these old books instead of candy. They look like picture books from the 50's. I look over to her pile and see two art books on dragons. I ask if I can have one. She gives me one, but then I know the other has more techniques on "how" to draw the pictures inside. Mine just has the pictures. I ask for the other, but she refuses, says it's not for sale. She'll let me look though. This isn't enough and I wonder if I should steal it. The art inside is by Luis Royo, a Spanish (and my favorite) artist. I do remember some of the pictures, most of them had females, blond hair. (There's that blond hair again).

Then Mark is gone, and I'm inside this old mansion. I think I'm babysitting this boy, dark haired and around 12 years old. His mother is sleeping. Another fragment invades this dream and I'm unsure if it's context or where it truly fits. I'm outside in a red snowsuit, covered from head to toe, sitting in the snow. I'm warm and I'm burying myself inside the snow drift. it's sunny outside and I'm right outside my parent's window at their house.

Back to the babysitting, the boy runs away and I have to find him. Joey (friend from work) is there and opens one of those books the Halloween lady gave me. It's newer this time, looks like a travel book. He says the boy might have went to a place inside the book. I have to hurry before the mother wakes and realizes her son is gone. I go outside, cobblestone road under my feet, and there's all these alleys I pass, "hallways" from inside the house. Their walls were wooden, but the floor was the road. One at the end had a cabinet filled with glass tubes and bottles, like a lab. Others had storage cubbies and doors. I see a woman poking around, she has reddish hair and dressed in eighteenth century garb. I wonder what she's up to, but don't investigate at this time.

I go outside and into a marketplace. It's something out of the renaissance, but with goth people dressed in black instead of the renaissance clothing. I look down and realize, I'm dressed in a black dress myself, out of the eighteenth century, but my feet have gray socks, no shoes. I seemed unconcerned, even proud of this for some reason as I walk down the road.

I wander around and forget about the boy. Jewelry stands are everywhere, glittering with every type of jewelry I love. I reach for my purse, but have none. I wonder where Jenny and Adam are, my best friend and her husband. I know they are there, somewhere. I go back to get some money from the mansion, and realize the woman poking around earlier has my money. I see her dart between the hall/alleys and chase her down. I push her around a little, angry and she doesn't fight back. Hugh Jackman, dressed in the same style clothing I have gives me a sickle and says "You know what to do." I ask should I cut the woman's head off, and he laughs, says the sickle isn't sharp enough. So I angle it and slit her throat. She doesn't struggle the entire time, and I feel nothing when I do this.

Once dead, Hugh searches her body and gives me three pouches, one maroon, and two dark green. There's money inside, but I'm not sure how much. I know she robbed the mother while she slept, and apparently someone else besides me. I keep all three purses.

Interpretation:

The last dream was one I had right before waking, therefore, all the details were still quite vivid. No lucid. Which is, again, annoying, but I'm starting to notice a few themes I haven't before. The blonds are now looking dubious to me. Why the hell am I dreaming about blonds? Every night so far has had blond females. The art books are kinda self-explanatory as I wish to get back into drawing again, but I'm not sure of my skill level. Halloween is my favorite holiday...and Mark in RL is a makeup artist, among other things so yes, I would be interested to see what he thought of my makeup. Snow and the snowsuit...have no clue. A memory invading? I never owned a red snowsuit though. The jewelry and the whole renaissance bit is also simple. I love those type of necklaces and Ren fest is coming up this month. I'm afraid I won't have the money to buy anything. Not sure on my clothing or lack of shoes. Not sure about the boy and the sleeping mother, or what was going on with killing the thief. As for the work part of the first dream, not sure either. Maybe because things have been tense with the managers and district manager lately.

The setting of this dream is medieval Europe, but many of the characters look like they are from the japanese cartoons Naruto and Bleach. There is a forest that stretches across the land from east to west, with an ocean and port town to the south and mountains (and another town) to the north. The main protagonist of this dream is a young man of the peasant class who looks like Gaara from Naruto, but besides appaerence, has no other similarities with that character. The young man had a weird name, like Spicy or something, and he lived in a run down shack, with his grandfather, in the forest.

The dream starts off with the grandfather on his death bed, warning his grandson to stay away from the wealthy neighbours who lived not far away, because they were bad people and were rich and powerful only because they convened with demons. After the old man dies Spicy stays away for a while, but increasing poverty makes resisting breaking into the rich neighbour's storehouse too much of a temptation.

Spicy recruits two friends (who look similar to Ichigo and Uryū from Bleach) and they raid the storehouse and make off with many valuable items, including three longswords found locked in a chest. After divying up the spoils and each taking a sword for themselves, the three young peasant boys go their seperate ways to hide their stash and agree to not use or sell their stolen items until after the robbery has been discovered and they are assured that they will get away with it.

Spicy is able to hide all of his loot, except for the longsword, which he finds himself oddly attracted too. He had held a weapon before, but nothing as big or elaborate at the sword he stole. It felt warm to the touch and fit surprisingly well into his grip. That night as he try to sleep he had dreams about the sword and woke up several times believing he had heard someone with a deep, raspy voice calling his name.



The next day the break-in is discovered and the wealthy and powerful neighbours have all of the peasants in the area rounded up and arrested, regardles if they have proof of their innocence or not. Spicy is able to escape from the guards and returns to his home to retrieve the stolen longsword, still obsessed with it's image in his mind and wanting to free his poor neighbours.

Spicy feels strangly overconfident and combative, but lets the feelings flow through him and attacks the prisoner barracks where his friends are being held. In his mind he only wanted to disarm the guards but instead he ends up slaughtering them, to the shock of the prisioners. Logically Spicy is aware that he is now in deep shit, but emotionally he is thrilled at the bloodshed and desires more. A vague thought to be rid of the sword crosses his mind but the ever growing obsession with the blade and what it can do crushes any such thoughts quickly.

Moving on to the next prison, Spicy means to only disable the guards but again ends up slaughtering them. This time his two friends show up to stop him, each carrying the swords that they stole, but when they look upon the bloody aftermath of Spicy's prisonbreak, they too are filled with a mysterious urge to fight and kill.

The three truculent young men head to the last prison and kill the guards. This time though, Spicy is not satisfied and wants to fight some more, battle and bloodshed having completely taken over his mind. So strong is his desire to continue using the sword that he turns on his friends and picks a fight with them. They too are being overwhelmed with the desire to fight and soon the three peasant boys are in a forest glade having a Mexican standoff of sorts with their stolen longswords.

Before they can kill each other a small army of a hundred or so guards arrives and surrounds them completely, imploring the boys to give themselves up or be killed. Spicy jumps headlong into fighting but his companions are more reluctant to face so many opponents and run away. Spicy fends off most of the guards but is injured and forced to flee after his friends.

Near a lake in the mountains to the north, the three friends reunite. The obsessive need to fight has not left them and they start to fight each other again. For the first time Spicy becomes aware of a demonic presence living in his sword, urging him to slaughter his friends. Even though the awareness that he has been possessed dawns on him, Spicy continues to fight his friends, half enjoying it and half unable to stop.

The friend that looks like Ichigo kills the friend who looks like Uryū - and when that boy's body falls into the lake and floats away surrounded by blood - the image is enough to startle Spicy and his friend into awareness for a moment and pause their fighting. The overwheming urge to fight and shed blood returns quickly to Spicy and he is unable to stop it, but the Ichigo looking friend is able to put down his sword and be free of the demon possessing him. He urges Spicy to do the same but is cut down by his friend for his efforts.

Completely possessed and beyond all rationality, Spicy runs off into the mountains and I cannot remember any more of this dream.

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I basicly just started in my bedroom. I then, as i normally do, closed my eyes and said "i am in a big city." When i opened them, i was in a big city like NYC. First i summoned a motorbike and rode around on that. Then i summoned a gun and went around and killed people. It got boring quickly, so i decided to fly. I just flew around in the air with not goal. Then i decided to have an MMA fight. It went pretty well, i won, but several times under the fight i almost woke up. When i was done, i decided that it was enough for tonight so i woke myself up.

09.06.2010

109: 6.9.10; 12:00PM Miscellaneous Mischief from Clyde, Revisited. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was going to hang out with some guy, but found I'd have to run through a garden to get to him. I jumped and floated, and got lucid all at once. I took the opportunity to float over a truck in the garden. I met up with the guy, and killed him by whipping knives at him. I ran through the garden and found a paper I'd written for school - which I promptly set on fire. I found myself singing a little and enjoying it a great deal, and wanted to put myself onstage with Protest the Hero. However, things went blurry and I went into a false awakening.

16.05.2010

96: 5.16.10; 9:43AM Suburban Garden. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at my picnic table with both my sisters when we see a basketball team walking by, the players on each others' shoulders in three-person stacks. My dad waves us over to follow them and to watch them play a game, so I run over toward them.

The dream transitions slightly, changing the environment to a suburban scene with a great deal of plant life and shrubbery, lit up by the bright morning sun. On my way following the basketball team, I dodge into a small concrete garden/park to sit and think, knowing that I'd wanted to get lucid (but not yet aware I'm dreaming). When I sit down, I close my eyes and realize I'm lucid, feeling the great warmth of the sunlight on my face.

Some people walk by me and I get taken back into the dream's plot when I run into a man from the group and start a gunfight with him. He falls against a small iron picket-style fence, where he dies, dropping the gun and saber he carried.

This is the third dream I had on September 21st, 2009.


I am at Lake Whittaker, the trailer park my parents go to every weekend in the summer. The park looks as it did as I remember it when I used to go there regularily with my parents when I was younger. My parents and I are in our old 1986 Westfalia and are parked down the hill, a few lots away from our actual trailer in a lightly forested area. The forest is similar to the one my aunt was dragging me through in the previous dream. Many of the lots surrounding the one we are on are occupied and everyone is inside their trailers or cars because there is a large brown bear on the loose.

The creature is going from lot to lot roaring and scratching and shaking the trailers like it is trying to get in. When it comes to our Westfalia my dad tries to put it in reverse and drive away but the bear has no problem grabbing onto the vehical and keeping us in one spot. It shakes the van violently and almost flips it over before losing interest and walking over to another trailer and attacking it. Several men, including my father, sneak out of their vehicles and quietly make their way over to a creak to the left of where we are. There are men handing out semi-automatic weapons to kill the bear. Many people are armed and head back towards the lots where the bear was causing trouble but it is now nowhere in sight. I am relieved because, even though I was scared, I did not want to see one of nature's creature be injured or killed.

Some time has passed and the trailer park is still trying to recover from the bear attack. Trailers, vehicles and trees have been badly damaged and many peopler are still trying to clean up their lots and repair the damage done to their property. I am at the park by myself now as my parents and the Westfalia are gone. I am walking from lot to lot looking for large peices of wood, either as fuel for a fire or peices large enough to carve. I come across a lot where a medium sized, grey barked tree has been felled and a man who looks like a young Steve Smith (Red Green) is cutting it into sections. Beside his trailer lot is a cemetary containing small gravestones dating from recent times back to hundreds of years. The graveyard is surrounded by a low iron fence and much of it is covered in autumn leaves that have fallen to the ground. I look around a bit before I start helping the man section the tree but I have a small hatchet while he has a chainsaw.

The man's wife, a portly woman with short blond hair lights a coleman stove and cooks up some hotdogs. Many people come to eat but the woman doesn't offer the food freely and people have to pay. Apparently many people in the trailer park are starving because they haven't been able to get their own food because they have been too busy trying to make repairs their lots, or as the case with many of them, for some reason they do not know how to cook. I realize that I myself am very hungry but only have small change on me and cannot afford a hotdog. The dream gets blurry and I cannot remember a bit but there is someone about me freely giving what change I have to the lady, but not getting a hot dog, but not being bothered by it.

Because I am starting to stave I decide to go fishing in the lake. I stand on the shore at the boat launch and try to catch some fish, even small crappies because I am so hungry. Three or four people come down to where I am to watch me fish, hoping that I will give them some of my catch. I do catch three small fish and take them back to my trailer to skin and cook, but because I am not the greatest at preparing fish and because they are so small I do not get much meat off of them and what meat I have I give to some of the starving people in the park because they cannot fend for themselves and I feel bad for them.

I am starting to feel delerious because of lack of food and manage to capture three or four black cats that I noticed appear around my trailer. I calmly capture them, knock them on the back of the head to kill them (like you would with a fish) and start skinning them like I would a fish. After skinning them and cooking the cats I eat my fill of meat and have enough to share with some other hungry people. In the back of my mind I am appalled at what I have done, but another part of my mind thinks that it was okay to kill and eat the cats because I was starving. I do not feel too upset though at what I have done but I remember wishing that things could have turned out differently.


The dream ends there.

The main character of this dream is Rosso the Crimson and she is in an newly built temple somewhere in a desert. She is still a Tsviet from Deepground and they are fighting alien looking creatures reminiscent of the Predator.

The dream jumps ahead and it is now many years later. The temple is now ruined and looks as if it has been abandoned for hundreds of years. There are groups of people doing excavations in the area. Rosso is with Vincent Valentine telling him about the fighting that the she and the Tsviets engaged in there before, though she is recounting it as if it were a dream. As she is speaking what she is describing appears as a flashback with her words as a voiceover.

Rosso tells Vincent that she was commanded by Weiss to kill anyone she came across, alien or not, and to show absolutely no mercy. She gleefully fulfilled her orders, revelling in the bloodshed, until she came across two naked little girls in a courtyard in the center of the temple. They cower and cry in terror and she found that she could not bring herself to kill them.

Back in the present Rosso tell Vincent that she does not remember what happened the the children, but being a homocidal Tsviet, she probably killed them. Vincent says that he doesn't think that is true, because the excavators have not found remains of any children, though they have dug up many alien skeletons, confirming most of Rosso's kill count. Many of the bodies are found buried in front of lion headed statues of the ancient Egyptian goddess of war and transformation, Sekhmet.

The dream flashback again, and Rosso is leading the little girls out of the temple. Three enemy aliens approach and move as if to attack. Before they can Rosso asks if there is a safe place to take the children, but aliens tell her not to bother because the little girls are dying anyway. The creatures tells Rosso that she should creamate their bodies and bury their remains in the desert. Rosso praises the three aliens for their wisdom before slaughtering them.

Back in the future Rosso again tells Vincent that she does not know the fate of the little girls, but Vincent again says that he does not think she killed them, citing again that lack of children's remains. Rosso fears that she did end up following the alien's advice and killed the girls somewhere out in the desert in which case their bodies would never be found. Vincent tells Rosso to stop believing in her fears.


Dream ends there.

I just woke up from this dream/nightmare.

I looked like a Chinese woman, I could speak a multitude of oriental languages and I was in this underground city type place. There were these squads of soldiers who were gathering people, at what seemed to be random at first, and killing them in cold blood. I did not get a look at any of the soldier's faces because I was to busy trying to run from them, so I had no idea who they were. There were panicked and frightened people everywhere, running for their lives and trying to find a place to hide.

I ran into what looked like a small warehouse and hid under some steel steps and behind some wooden crates. There were a small group of people of mixed ethnicities hiding in various parts of the room. We could hear screaming and gunshots from outside and we were all frozen in terror. Some time passed and the noise outside seemed to quiet down a little, but soon a large group of the soldiers burst into the warehouse and dragged everyone out of hiding. I saw then that the soliders were all oriental looking and spoke in Japanese. They seperated everyone who looked oriental and instantly shot everyone else who was not.

The soldiers then interrogated the remaining civilians to find out their background. When I was asked I was too scared to answer and so remained silent, even when some of the soldiers tried to beat an answer out of me. I finally shouted at them to go to hell in Japanese and they pushed me into one corner of the room while they continued to drill the remaining civilians. Eventually the soldiers pushed a woman who had Japanese citizenship in my direction, lined everyone one else against the wall and shot them. The soldiers then left.

The Japanese woman and I sat in a daze until it grew silent outside. We wandered outside together and found that the soldiers had killed everyone they met except for people who were Japanese. I was overcome with grief and guilt because I seemed to have survived the massacre (even though I was a Chinese person) because I just happened to speak the "correct" language. I wander around in a daze for a while, past the destruction and heaping pile of bodies and the dream ends about there.