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Dream #1

No vision, or just black. A voice said how "an entire fjord" (???) in France had collapsed into the sea.

Dream #2

A bunch of people, possibly including me, were on a huge ship like a cruise ship. A disaster had occurred -- possibly that another gigantic cruise ship had come apart and sunk. Almost everybody on board had been killed. The people on this new cruise ship were now out in the ocean, not to find the living people, but to pull out of the water a lot of dead people who were floating to the surface.

The ship coasted over the black waters and under a yellow sky. A young woman with coppery skin and long, black hair stood out on the deck of the ship. She spotted the body of a young man who had apparently drowned. She threw out a rope to grab the boy's body. She pulled the body onto the ship.

The woman was now in a cabin right on deck. The body of the young man was laid out on the floor of the front room of the cabin. The woman had walked into a back room. She now walked out to the front room. I may have seen from her viewpoint at this time.

The young man on the floor was possibly Asian, with coppery skin. He wore a yellow t-shirt and darkish khaki shorts or casual pants. He was a little bit overweight and shaved bald. He looked older than his age, somehow. I attributed it to the stress of his death and the effect of the water on his body.

But now the young man began to make motions with his mouth. He slowly mouthed some words and made some cringing expressions with his eyebrows, as if he were in extreme pain, and as if he were still afraid of dying. He may have coughed some water out of his mouth.

There were some other people in the cabin, possibly including the Captain. It was recognized, possibly by the Captain, that the woman had saved the young man's life. I'm pretty sure I saw from my own viewpoint at this point, not from the woman's. The woman said that she had a feeling, when she saw the boy in the water, that he was still alive, or that he could be resuscitated.

Dream #3

I was watching a comedy. But it was also like I was reviewing the movie, after I'd seen it. Reviewing the movie, I commented that I had no idea there was going to be a scene with such crude humor in it.

I could only partly remember the scene, and I kept trying to see it, but it had something to do with abortion. It was like it was blocked from my view by a lot of sillhouettes of people's heads.

I then saw another scene, in which a group of "average guys," like in a comedy for guys, were all standing next to each other before a table filled with jars of aborted babies. The guys had to pull the babies out of the jars for some kind or humane reason. But they were all kind of bumbling about at the task so much that they were actually disfiguring the bodies.

The men were using weird implements to get the babies out of the jars. One of the men used a huge knife, to which the baby stuck, like a magnet. The baby's back may have looked charred. The baby may also have had eyes with no whites, which were all a dark grey-blue.

I felt bad because for some reason I had taken my mom to this movie with me. I had thought it was just an ordinary comedy. But those two abortion-comedy scenes were really gross, and I was afraid my mom would be freaked out by them.

My mom and I were in a car, pulling into a space in a big parking lot. I tried to justify the grossness of the comedy in the movie by explaining that the film had been made by the guy who made There's Something about Mary.

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Dream - Lucid

I was sitting in my room, I think I was supposed to be moving away soon. Someone called me on the phone. I picked it up, and it was some random teenage girl that I didn't know. Apparently, a lot of people I didn't know had been calling me lately. She lived out of state, I think she told me she lived in Kentucky. After that, there was awkward silence, and then I told her I was from Tennessee. We talked a little bit more, then there was more silence. I took that opportunity to hang up. I figured she didn't know me anyway so what did it matter?

I then saw the US from above. My view would zoom from location to location, and snow would cover wherever my vision stopped, mostly on top of houses. I remember thinking that I wished it would snow like that here.

Then, I was in my old high school's auditorium. The lights were all out and many people were there. There was some extremely dangerous magic show taking place. On the stage, I saw some smiling women with very sharp knives who were coming entirely too lose to stabbing this guy. He didn't seem too concerned with it though.

Then, I was on the stage on the left side. I was handed a very light stick with an ember burning on the end. I was up there with a few other people who all had the sticks as well. There were burning torches on the sides of the stage. In the middle of a stage was a chair. Someone was supposed to sit in that chair while we lit the tops of our sticks and almost set the person on fire, kind of like what the women with the knives were doing. I saw some people sitting on the right side of the stage who were supposed to come sit in the chair. My old high school friends Sara and Rachel were among them.

Someone, a guy, volunteered to sit in the chair. We were about to begin. My stick was lit on fire, as was everyone else's. I then decided that this was cruel and I couldn't do it. I put the stick out, threw it, left the stage and ran towards the exit. People started to applaud me, but only a few. It sounded like it was going to escalate to thunderous applause, but it was very short and light. I didn't care, I just wanted out of there.

I was then standing in what looked kind of like the entrance to my college's recreation center. Behind the counter, I saw a black man who was a bit older than me wearing a suit. He said hello to me. At first, I thought it was my friend Josh, but as I got closer, I noticed it was someone I didn't know. He asked me a question, and I didn't quite catch it. I said
"What?"
He didn't repeat the question, but instead started handing out some things, I can't remember what, but he handed me one as well. I figured that he had been trying to ask me something about what he had just handed me.

~

I woke up and looked at my phone. It said it was 5:34 (maybe 37? Can't quite recall) in the morning. Huh, that's weird, I thought it was like 10 or 11. I heard my brother getting ready in the bathroom. I looked again, and it still said it was 5:34. Oh well. I went back to sleep.

Dream - Lucid

I was in what looked like some sort of conference room, but it was at a school. I was one of the only people sitting in there. I was waiting for a friend to come meet me for lunch. I talked to them on my phone at one point.

Then, I got on a school bus with many other people who were around my age, some a bit older. I was sitting on the left side around the middle, when I noticed a guy that was sitting up front. He was holding a black gun. Was I the only one who noticed this?! This couldn't be good.

When the bus started to move, the guy with the gun started to fiddle with his gun, talking to the guy sitting next to him. He then put the gun up the the guy's bald head who was sitting in front of him and pulled the trigger. It clicked, but nothing happened. He did it again and again, and another guy, a tall guy who looked like maybe he could do something about this situation, stood up and started examining the gun as the gunman held it.
"What's this?", the tall guy said as he pulled out some sort of pin from under the barrel.

Then, it was done. The gun worked. The gunman shot the man who helped him.

Then, for some reason, everyone had to move up to the front of the bus. I moved by climbing over the bus seats. I was sitting by the window next to someone, I'm not sure who.

I then saw the gunman had gotten my best friend, Mary Katherine. She was wearing a dark green shirt and was laying face-first in a bus seat across from where I was sitting. I couldn't believe this was happening.

The gunman then approached me. He put the gun to my head. I squirmed right as he fired, so the bullet only scraped my head instead of going in. It hurt when this happened.

I then woke up for a minute, and went back to sleep, entering the dream again.

I was on the bus again, and we were all filing out a door in the back of the bus. I was chaotically trying to get out, and in the confusion, I ended up having to climb over the handrail that was by the stairs. By the time I was finished doing that, everyone was already off the bus and gone.

Well, everyone except for me and the gunman.

I ran as fast as I could, but I was exhausted from climbing all over the handrail. The gunman caught up with me and grabbed me. He no longer had a gun, but a knife. I tried to get away, but to no avail. I asked him to please shoot instead of stab me, but he just laughed. He stabbed me, then put the knife to my neck as if to slit my throat. I was dying, I could feel it. I couldn't escape him this time.

Then, I was with Mary Katherine somewhere. I was talking to her about what had happened, and how it had been a dream. I told her that the man did actually slit my throat (when I'm pretty sure he was just preparing to). I also said something about my middle school.

After I finished telling her the dream (with those couple of extra details I just listed), she told me she had the exact same dream. I was excited to post in AND the fact that we dreamed the same thing in my journal on Dreamviews!

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Two hours after waking up today, I took a nap, because I was hoping to enter SP and have a WILD. Instead, I fell asleep normally and then entered multiple false awakenings. What happened next was one of the longest and most effed-up dreams I've had. When I woke up, I did a record amount of reality checks. Where in the world did this come from, why is my subconscious so demented, and why did it have to happen when I was attempting a WILD?

It was afternoon. I was outside, and the sky overhead looked normal for the time of day. I was walking along the right side of my house, sandwiched between the house and a long, straight wooden fence that extended down it. This fence was ashen in colour and seasoned-looking, with uneven, ragged boards that were slightly pointed on top. There was green grass everywhere, and the exterior of the house itself was made of ruddy red bricks with light-coloured cement in between. I was headed to the backyard, where I "knew" the house's garage would be. When I rounded the back corner of the house and reached the yard, it was an extremely strange setup.

There was the same, tall wooden fence as the one along the side of the house, but this one was much taller, probably twenty feet tall. It fenced in the entire yard on three sides, then connected to the fence I'd just walked along. Because of the yard fence's height, it blocked out the view of everything outside the yard, although I could see tall, normal-looking trees going at least ten feet past the height of the fence. The presence of the ridiculously tall fence and trees caused it to become darker in the yard, since there wasn't as much room for light to get in.

I looked to the left, at the yard. There was just straight brick on the house; there were no doorways or anything to get in and out. There was just more slightly-overgrown grass, and the garage. This garage was painted white and looked rustic; a few patches of paint here and there were flaking off. The garage door was open, but I didn't see any cars.

Then, someone from my school's graduating class walked out. I recognized her immediately, and she looked normal - she had long dark brown hair, freckles, and blue eyes. I had invited her over, and now it was time for her to leave. I smiled and waved as she walked past me, leaving through where I'd just come from.

Then, I saw my dad walk up beside me.

"Hey [Puffin], can you help me for a sec?" His voice sounded a bit muffled. I didn't think this was odd.

He led me down the right side of the house, where I had entered the yard from. Once we got past it, the area wasn't the front yard or driveway of a house like you'd expect; instead, it was another backyard. The setup for this part is very hard to explain because of how complex it was. The side of the house we'd just walked down opened up into a square-shaped lot (probably 60x60 feet), completely closed-in by the same tall fence, and on the other side of the fence you could see more trees. A few of these trees even arced over the fence and above the yard a little; their branches and trunks were thick and gnarled. However, they didn't cast any discernible shadows of their own; the whole yard was just in one solid pale shadow, darker than the back yard. The terrain of this yard slanted up five or six feet towards the back of the lot, especially on the left side.

In the middle of this yard, leaving three or four feet on each side for walkspace, was a big hole. The edges of this hole were smoothed out, and covered in grass, but then it steeply dropped off into blackness; it was very, very deep. Sometime when I was walking along the house, my dad had gone past me and ended up on the other side of the hole, in the far left corner of the yard where the ground was the most raised. Apparently he wanted to return to my side, but now the yard was littered with big, wide boards of slightly-destroyed wood. Most of them were irregularly-shaped, like the random pieces of paper a kid cuts out with scissors. My dad couldn't just walk around this field of wood, because they were filling the yard all the way up to the fence. But in the hole, there was a possible way to cross it. There were two very, very tall grey rocks with flat tops floating in the hole. Connecting the two rocks was a large, flat piece of dry grey wood. There were two other wood planks, and this created a bridge across the whole.

On the middle plank, there was also a big, triangular-shaped rock that must have been four feet tall. It looked like it weighed a ton. My dad slowly made his way onto the planks (which wobbled a lot, and he held out his arms for balance, but he didn't look concerned). Once he reached the middle plank, he pushed the rock down into the big hole without any effort, and it disappeared. There was no way he'd be able to push it in real life.

I decided to check in for the day and sleep. I walked away a few steps and looked at the brick wall of the house. Unlike before, when I saw no doors, now there was a basic white door with a gold doorknob. I opened it and walked into blackness. As I walked forward a few steps, I felt slightly numb, losing feeling in my body as I sometimes do when I'm lucid and the dream ends. And I did become slightly lucid at this point! However, the dream scene changed.

I woke up in bed. But not really; it was a false awakening. I couldn't see anything around me because my eyes were still closed, but I knew the room was spacious and had a high ceiling that was painted beige, as were the walls. I knew the bed was an antique, with polished wood with fine details and rich colouration. I knew the bed had white bedsheets and a thicker white quilt on top of that. I was on top of the covers, lying on my left side.

Immediately, I "knew" I was awake and resolved to DEILD. I breathed normally and stayed still. Although the third breath was a bit quicker and deeper than the others, which usually stops my DEILD attempts, I managed to get small vibrations rolling up and down my body. In the center of my vision, I saw a light blue square that was blurring in an outwards direction (almost like a tunnel). It expanded, and a blurry, pale scene formed in front of me. There were very abstract, blurry, dark grey shapes of people's heads and some desks. The only colors in this scene were darker, pale blue and greys. The scene then started to fade slowly as I started to fail the DEILD.

As the scene faded, taking about ten seconds, I saw a very clear image in my mind's eye - it was a shoulders-and-up shot of a beautiful woman holding a baby up against her shoulder, one hand resting on the back of its head. I heard a woman's voice narrating something along the lines of, "most mothers prefer to hold their baby with two hands if they are pregnant." It was nonsensical but I didn't realize it.

Once that image faded, I was back in bed with my eyes closed. I thought, 'let's try this one more time'.

I managed to get the blurry square again, but it was darker than before and disappeared quickly, leaving me lying in bed again. I laid there on my left side for a few moments and breathed out normally. But I didn't get any results.

Then I opened my eyes, giving up. I blinked once and looked up at the ceiling. Then, I suddenly heard an incredibly high-pitched, desperate scream, like something straight of a nightmare. It said, "don't look up!", and the "up" drew itself out into a long scream of its own. In the next instant, I was still looking at the ceiling, the yellow colors and window briefly flashed white like a camera had gone off, and I heard one of those sounds like in a horror film - it's like the sound wind makes when a big truck drives past you on the highway, minus all the mechanical wheel and actual truck noises. When everything was white, I saw the bright green outline of a tall church steeple, leaning over towards the right. This was in the corner of my vision. The 'outline' was most like someone had taken a simple photo and inverted the colors, so the blacks were white and the other stuff was green.

The flash only lasted a moment, and then as the whiteness and church faded, I felt a momentary 'shift' or acceleration downwards, although I didn't actually move from the bed at all. It was like an invisible force had come into effect and was spiritually trying to pull me down. Then, I felt a hand strongly press me down into the bed, and roll me over onto my stomach, with the left side of my face pressed right against the bed. I couldn't see anything. At some point my vision had stopped working and everything had gone a dark, dark brown. My back was suddenly exposed and uncovered as I laid there, and then I felt a sharp blade slowly going into my back, dragging slowly along my rib. It started about four inches below my right shoulder blade, tracing along that rib. The knife was excruciatingly painful as it slowly cut its way through my skin, which seemed to give too much resistance to be realistic, but that only made it worse. I had never felt this much pain in a dream before. The cut went down along the skin and stopped when it got to the very side of my body. All the while, I was paralyzed, and I screamed like crazy.

For a second, I became almost semi-lucid, and I broke free of the paralysis, but when I moved it, was like my bones were stiff and gelled together or something. I turned around, a bit more onto my back and looked at what was doing this. It was a hooded figure, with a black robe like the grim reaper, and surrounded in something like grey smoke. There was a thin, lighter brown woven cord loosely coiled three or four times around his neck; this cord was made of long brown hair! I wasted no time and growled at this creature and attempted to kick him away, but I couldn't move my legs anymore. I tried to punch him, but I was totally paralyzed again.

He turned me over and proceeded to cut another line into me, slightly further down my body along the next rib. It was really painful. This cut lasted about seven seconds, slightly less than the first, but then I felt another one, a bit further down still. The whole time, I screamed, and as the last cut ended, I saw a flash of another brief image: my vision turned a solid yellow, and I saw three abstract curves that were larger on one end and smaller on the other. The three lines gradated from red to dark brown, almost black, and only took up about a tenth of the total area of my vision; they appeared off near the left side.

For a brief moment during the cuts, I was aware of my sister lying on the bed beside me, and she said something like, "I told you so", but I can't remember the exact words. The words she said were laced with pain as if she was getting cut, too.

The dream finally ended, and when I woke up, I could feel residual stinging in my back. I didn't get up immediately, nervous that I'd entered another FA. It took a lot of RCs and a few minutes of lying stock-still in bed before I could get up and shake things out.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of June 9-10, 2011.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm walking around the downtown area of a city. Every block is covered with tall buildings. Most of one block is covered with a three-or-four-story building with signs that identify it as “Jews' World.” It's their community center and place of worship; it is built around a narrow, rectangular courtyard/entryway with doors to various rooms leading off of it. I look at it and think, Wow, that's pretty cool, having a community center like that.

Directly across the street from this center is a similar, five-or-six-story community center and place of worship for the LDS church. A woman walks out of that complex and walks down the street. We pass each other in the street between the two centers, walking in opposite directions. The woman recognizes me and calls me “Pie [$RealFirstName].” I know that “Pie” is a nickname for [$OfficeBoss] [yes, he is LDS in real life], and that the use of that nickname as a title before my name indicates that I am a member of the in-group associated with [$OfficeBoss]. I'm rather disturbed that the woman both knew who I was and associated me with [$OfficeBoss] in such an intimate and familiar way.

Having realized I was dreaming at some point during this sequence of events [again, I'm not sure when], I decide to start flying. I take off and get pulled in a random direction, backward and sort of sideways. I try to control my flying and start flying forward by concentrating on details of the scenery I can see in front of me and trying to examine them more closely, as I did in my previous lucid [on the night of June 5], but it doesn't work. I attempt this method of control several times. When it stubbornly refuses to work, I just give up. I think, Fine. I'm just going to let myself get pulled along to wherever.

Then that dream faded to black, yet I remained consciously self-aware. I'm not sure if I was actually awake [more likely] or still asleep and self-aware during the gap between two dreams. At any rate, I remember that I knew that I was still asleep [however that works; I really don't even know what was going on here] and that if I just waited patiently, another dream would begin. I did, and it did.

I'm in the central courtyard of a big, old church made of yellow-tan stone. On one side of the courtyard, there is a large, windowlike opening in the wall with no glass, and on the other side of it are rolling vineyards. I briefly think of going flying over the vineyards, but I decide not to. Instead, I explore the building I'm in, and find a large kitchen knife. I pick it up and look at it, reflecting upon it: What's this doing here? We don't do sacrifices of living creatures in my church. We don't have to.

I go into the building, find the kitchen, and put the knife away. To get to the kitchen, I have to go through the parish hall. There are other people in there. I continue to explore more of the building, concentrating on just what a wonderful gift it is to be here in a dream and be lucid. [That's the last I remember.]

[Later, I had another nonlucid.] A whole bunch of the important businesspeople I know in real life, including [$OfficeBoss], have come over to House #2 for an early-morning presentation that I'm supposed to be giving, and they've all crowded into my bedroom. I wake up late for the presentation. In order to get into my closet, I have to ask [$OfficeBoss] and another man to move aside. I'm embarrassed to be seen by all these people while wearing only my black nightgown. [It was the same one I was wearing in real life that night.] I take too long to get ready, and all my guests wander off.

I go out into the rest of the house and see that my mom has put up all the Christmas decorations, even though it's June. I run the vacuum cleaner in the study; P. is there. I get a second shot at doing the presentation, and this time, it works out. I'm grateful that the first attempt, where I got up late for it and everyone left, was just a dream. [LOL!]

[Fragment] I'm in a house or hotel somewhere with MLT [a real-life friend]. I demonstrate to her the fold-out bed that's built into the wall, and she declares it to be too opulent. The building is cylindrical.

So last night was one of the first nights a few of us decided to try and dream share. The goal was to meet at the top of The Empire State Building in NY and set of a beacon of light so others who were looking to do the same thing might be able to meet with another dreamer.
To prepare for the night I did some light meditation and mantra to focus on completing the main task at hand. I also watched youtube videos of the Empire State Building as well as NY at night in order to gain detail about the surroundings themselves.

Well last night I attempted such a task and here are my dream results.

My first dream (or the one I could remember) happened between the hours of 12am to about 4:53am EST. The setting was not NY however but a sort of bayou (sp?) that you would expect to find maybe down south in Louisiana. I did not achieve any sort of lucidity in this dream but it was quite vivid. I was at this particular location because I was supposed to get an interview for a local newspaper. I was supposed to interview the owner of this sort of mansion style home that was located right on top of a swamp. The setting for this dream was at night, and I remember hearing crickets surrounding the area. The trouble was that a tornado (I know, weird in the south right?) was predicted to just tear right through this home. I was also with another woman, maybe my partner on this particular article. She was taller than me, maybe about 5'8" and had curly brown hair and glasses. We were afraid for our lives because of the more dangerous weather but the owner of the home did not seem as concerned, as if he dealt with this sort of thing on a daily basis. The winds started to pick up, and that is when I awoke to reality.

I immediately wrote down in my dream journal, not really a summary but key words as it was dark and I did not want to forget anything. I got a glass of orange juice, knowing that it may help with my recall. I remember that people who had successfully achieved a WILD would wake up in the middle of the night and try to jump back into a lucid dream, I figured now would be as good a time as ever to try it. (Personally I am a light sleeper so getting up even the slightest amount keeps me up a while) So, after returning to bed just 5 min after I originally awoke I found it hard to get back to sleep and it took me about an hour to finally fall back to sleep. (which was not easy because at this time bird were beginning to sing).

My second dream was about the same as far as vividness but I believe I might have been semi lucid....I remember actually being inside the Empire State Building. I had made it to the target destination. I had gone to the top to find dozens of people up there. It was night and it seemed like the reason that they were up there was because of some sort of death match between two human opponents. They were fighting on platforms that were suspended in mid air just beyond the ledge of the building. (I assume the loser of the match would fall to his death). I remembered that I needed to create a beacon of some sort but I couldn't remember why I needed it. Basically I did not achieve enough lucidity to actually dream share. I manifested the yellow light and pushed it up in the air, I also made the beacon kind of pulsate light. The beacon was set and I was at the top of the building, but as I said I couldn't remember where to go from there. That didn't matter anyways because as soon as I set the beacon the dozens of DC on the roof all went completely ape shit and began to fight and gang up on one another intent on killing each other. I helped those that were about to get beat or tortured. It seemed like the people doing the beating were intent on cutting their prey with box cutters and razor blades. The ones I saved I made sure got to the elevator ok. Then I remember reloading the box cutters with new blades and saying to the attackers. "If anyone attacks me I cut your throat, got it?" Needless to say the DC stayed away from me. Then I saw my ex inside the building. I was concerned for her safety so I tried to follow her and get her out of the building. Then my dream kind of shifted to me going after my ex and the people with her in my dad's mini van. I had finally caught up with them and come to find out that the girl I thought was my ex was really just a disguise, a ruse to get me out of the building. Unfortunately I was unable to get back to the building because I soon woke up after my discovery.

So like I said, not really lucid but I think its great progress seeing as I actually got to the location and was able to manifest the beacon. My hopes for tonight is that I will become lucid and clear the roof of the building of any pesky DC and just wait to see if I make contact with another dreamer.

Sleep. I am in my room, although it is not quite right - there is a random bookshelf in the back-left corner of my room. I am sitting on my bed, and a white cat walks out of my room, but not before leaving a puddle of urine on the floor. I tell Aaron to clean up after his cat, so he grabs a handkerchief and wipes it up. I wonder how many times the floor has had cats pee on it (only in this dream, because we installed those hardwood floors ourselves!).

There is another guy in the room, and I lend him (practically force him to borrow) one of my hardcover Robert Jordan books. I tell him the "rules" of borrowing from me: don't eat or drink near the book, and don't dog-ear the pages.

Then, the doorbell rings, so the guy and I rush downstairs. I try to peer through my door, but all I see at first is the guy's reflection. Then, I see that Mr. Sean is outside. I open up the door, and it is nighttime. Mr. Sean tells us to step outside - he wants to show us something. Even though I am in socks, I agree and step into the snow. We step around to the side of the house (Curry's side, not the hedge side) and Mr. Sean sets off some fireworks. One of them explodes into a heart with a hippy sign in it. Grandpa is there, filming the show, and I have to keep craning my neck around him to see what is going on. I briefly see the constellation Orion in the sky before Grandpa moves out of the way for me.

The guy and I reenter my house. On our way to the door, I look at the rocks at my feet and almost pick up a red/white/black quartz, but don't. Once inside my house, we see that it has now changed into a tackle shop. I go up to the counter and see a turquoise lizard. When I touch this lizard, flecks of turquoise paint get on my wrist. I realize that it is a scam to make you think the lizard is naturally this colour. I tell the guy at the counter that it has "shed" on me, but he and I both know that I know that it is a scam.

Because of this, a random granny swings at me with a butcher knife. I fight back with my feet and fists until she throws the knife at the guy and I. We duck and split up. I am going to hit the granny when she pulls out a tomato knife. In response, I pick up the butcher knife on the ground. After circling each other for a minute or so, I slash the granny's arm. Then, I stab her repeatedly in the stomach and the lower back. She doesn't resist, scream, or bleed. She seems to want to die. I compare stabbing her to carving a pumpkin because of how hard it is to get the knife into her back. Wake.

1. I'm walking through a sun-speckled woodland on a wide blacktop path, and the way is quite peaceful and warm. Out of the woods comes an oddly attractive figure, a six-armed lizardwoman. She starts to walk beside me and introduces herself as a "mover and shaker" who has time-traveled from close to the end of civilization. As she continues to speak, I realize that she's really rather amoral but is very intelligent, and I'm drawn to her. As we reach the end of the path, I ask her for her name: she smiles and replies, "Fukiyume."

Note: When I woke up, I did some searching on that name. The compound "Fukiyume" is meaningless, adopted only once as a username on an obscure Italian forum. However, both "Fuki" and "Yume" are legitimate Japanese words. "Fuki" refers to a shoot vegetable, and "Yume"... means "dream!" I was certainly unaware of that consciously, but I've seen enough anime (including Ghost Hound) to possibly have it in the subconscious. I'll have to see if this DC appears again.

2. I'm on the highway entrance ramp near my house, phoning my mom who's in a car on the exit ramp. We're trying to coordinate our Father's Day shopping, with little success.

3. I'm at the clinic of a smiling doctor whose specialty is urology, waiting for some routine procedure. Across from the waiting lobby is a banner that morphs according to the type of surgery he's performing at the time. Eventually the banner shifts to tell me it's my time, and I go to an operating room that looks like a bathroom from my old house. I'm allowed to select my own anesthesia, and I try for a hypnosis MP3. The one I pick has a very creep female hypnotist, however, and I'm unable to trance as I start to panic about the knife's cut.

I'm living with my college roommate in a Covington city apartment. I'm going to a concert by The Dear Hunter, one of my favorite bands, but he's not coming along. I decide to walk, and as I do so I pass the library. There I run into two of my favorite high school teachers, Dr. C and Mr. G. We talk about music for a while, but then we go our separate ways. When I get to the venue, it's very crowded in line, and I have to wait for a while. When I get to the front, the bouncer tells me I can't bring my knife in, so I have to run back home to drop it off. The streets seem to change from what I know them in real life, and the distance must be more, for when I get back to the venue the band is done playing. The room is still crowded, but there is no music.

Dream 1:
I am in an office room at a school next to a muddy river. There is a large mohagany table in the center of the room. I remember something about talking to coach rodriguez. I then go to the river and instead of trees surrounding me there are a series of uniform apartment buildings that look exactly the same. I remember something about thinking how realistic they look, but before becoming lucid I bump into an odd guy in a tent. I tell him I can't talk to strangers and then he starts chasing me. I run into the school (I am much faster than him), and run into the office. I tell Mr. Rodriguez, but he just says, "Fascinating," and goes into the other room. It is now dusk, and I lock the doors. The stalker tries to get in, and when he finds the doors locked, he punches throught the windows and climbs in. I crouch out of sight behind a table.
"Ninja, I know youre in here. Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He cackles maniacally. I bumb my head against the underside of the table and he chuckles. "It seems I've caught the rabbit in its den. I see you, Ninja." He lunges for a kitchen kife and advances on me. I grab an exacto knife and take up a defensive stance. He lunges at we and slashes at my left side, and I unsuccessfully parry his strike. He slits open the back of my hand, but I manage to put a deep long gash down his calf.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was on a subway with my friend H. We were riding above ground. It was night.

At some point we had had to switch trains. I missed the train, while H got on. I had to wait for a while to get another train.

I was then on the second train. We were high up above the ground, on some elevated platform that seemed to be a conjunction of a few different tracks, somewhere between stations. The tracks seemed to be on a floor of light beige or white plastic slats.

I got a call from H. She was at some cafe or restaurant. It may have been our original intention to eat there. But I might now have been much too delayed to meet her there. So she might have decided to eat there herself.

Dream #2

It was daytime. I had just come into a house. Outside, snow may have been covering the groud, although it was a sunny day.

I was in a huge room, which was like a mix between a living room and a study. There was a huge, wall-sized bookshelf along the left wall. There were nice chairs and couches everywhere.

I may have put something like a jacket down on the back of one of the chairs. I walked toward the back of the room, to a doorway on the left wall.

I apparently had to get to school. I had arrived home after doing something. Now I barely had time to take a shower and get dressed. Apparently the door I was walking toward was the door to a bedroom and bathroom.

But I stopped and stood right at the threshold of the door. I looked down, possibly to some book or piece of paper I was holding. I think it was a white piece of paper with sharp, scrawled writing on it in heavy, black lettering.

I felt like I didn't really need to go to school after all. I thought I would just take it easy at home. After I thought this I felt kind of guilty.

Not long after this another person may have come into the house. The person may have asked me when I was going to school. I was probably thinking of some way to skirt the question, not have to explicitly say I wasn't going to school.

Dream #3

I was in some dark room. I may have seen an old man or old woman walk past me. I follwed the person and found myself in a small theatre.

The theatre was all black. The seating area was three or four rows of moveable chairs set up on some tiered, wooden structure that had been painted black. There were two long aisles of chairs. I sat down in the front row, in the very far right.

The play was already running. The stage was just the floor, which was black, and black walls, with perhaps a black velvet curtain against the back wall. The only set piece was some kind of long sign, like a display of text for a museum, set up to run from about waist to head level on square, thin, black metal poles. Everything was lit with gentle incandescent lights.

An older woman stood in front of the sign. She had red hair and wore a long, slim, but flowing dress made out of some kind of crepe fabric. She looked a little like an older version of the mom in the 1970s version of Freaky Friday.

The woman may have given a speech and then left. Then the old man came in. He was healthy-looking, but very fat, with tough, tan skin, a bald head with grey-white hair on the sides and some rough, long sideburns. He wore a white toga that left his left shoulder bare.

Somehow I had gotten the idea that the man had killed the woman, possibly by stabbing her, but also by using some weird kind of remote technological device.

After the revelation that the man had killed the woman, there was an intermission. During the intermission I walked up to the sign-like set piece on the stage. I watched it really closely. It was like the sign was a video display playing a commercial. One image on the commercial was a red, eye-like object with grey wings, surrounded by darkness.

Apparently the second part of the play had begun. But it was now like a movie. The view was of a bedroom window, from the outside. The whole scene was lit in a deep blue light.
The old man climbed into the bedroom through the window. He was holding a knife with a 25cm, wavy blade. He crawled into bed with the woman. Apparently this was when he had stabbed her.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I can't remember the beginning or ending of this dream, but I do know that I was in a marketplace-like area inside a mall! Specifically, I was in a shop that had ceilings that were slightly lower than average for a mall store, and polished, flat gray stones for flooring. There were many people walking around, but it wasn't so crowded that I couldn't get around. The place was well-lit, with lighting that was yellow-orange, which gave it a warm, welcoming vibe. There were a few ledges to sit on, with potted plants scattered around nicely.

This is where the dream gets a bit wierd.

I was a mermaid - half fish, half person, and clocking in at about 4 feet tall. I was walking around like a normal person at this time, though, trying to escape a man who was going to kill me and sell my body to a science symposium, organization, or something I couldn't articulate. I had seen the man near the beginning of the dream. I know the man was in a black business suit, and he had a monocle on his left eye. He was wearing a short black top hat, and he was carrying a suitcase. In his other hand, he had a small knife with a blade made from wood, and decorated with a few gold accents.

I had already asked someone if they could smuggle me out of the mall without being detected, and they told me no. I then walked over to a woman with blonde-brown hair. She looked relatively average-looking, and was wearing a tan jacket and had a brown leather handbag. It was the same shape and color as a Prada Cervo Antik bag, but a bit bigger.

"Excuse me?" I asked the lady, "someone's going to kill me and I really need to hide!"

She zipped open her handbag, and I got in. I had to squeeze a bit, but I managed to curl my knees up towards my head and get most of my body inside. My head stuck out a bit, though, so the bag wouldn't close up all the way. I could see outside the bag, but at the same time I could see inside of it - it was dark and hard to breathe.

The first thing I remember is walking through an abandoned school. I can tell it's a school from the slightly moldy, but still identifiable posters everywhere that have the alphabet and other grade school concepts on them. The building itself is in an odd state of disrepair, with some sections being totally ruined and overgrown with moss and roots that don't seem to go anywhere, and others being pristine and flawless. From the windows that line the hallway I'm walking through, I can see that it's raining outside, and lightning flashes intermittently. There is a smell of rotting meat that pervades the entire complex no matter where I go.

I'm dressed in my grandfather's flight jacket from WW2 with a white scarf wrapped around my neck. In my right hand there is a silver .357 magnum, and I can feel fistfuls of bullets in my jacket's pockets. A long knife hangs in its sheath on my left side, and I constantly find myself resting my left hand on it. Finally, there is a small bag slung over my shoulder, and I can hear some objects banging up against each other as I walk, but I don't check what's in the bag just yet.

I continue walking for some time, always checking over my shoulder every few minutes. However, out of nowhere, all the doors in the hallway open up and the undead begin to pour out of them in huge numbers. Their faces are rotting and green foam forms around the jagged teeth in their mouths, their clothes ragged, and their fingers all end in black, bird-like talons. They begin to shriek in one continuous cry as they begin to charge at me by climbing walls, crawling on the ground, and jumping from the ceiling to the floor. I quickly raise my gun and fire off a single shot into the horde in front of me. The gun is much more powerful than it might seem, as the mere act of firing the gun shatters all the glass around me, and the bullet's force rips through every monster in front of me at once. I then turn and dispatch the undead behind me in the same manner.

This proves to be a useless act, though, as more begin to charge down the hallway behind me, so I take off, running to a stairwell. After quickly climbing the stairs, I drop the bag I had down the stairwell and shoot the bag as soon as it hits the floor. The bag explodes and destroys the fragile staircase, and the rubble blocks the horde from chasing me any further.

This new floor is not much different from the first aesthetically, but now I begin to check each room. In the first six rooms, there is nothing but ruined classrooms, but in the seventh, I see the woman-in-red sitting at a desk. This time, her hair is tied up in a ponytail, and she's wearing a Catholic school girl's uniform with a red sweater-vest and white stockings. Her red eyes meet mine, and she smiles and gives a small wave, after which I close the door.

All of a sudden, I feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up and I impulsively duck and roll away. The place where I was standing is suddenly torn apart by the claws of what appears at first to be a wolf-man in ripped clothes. However, as the wolf-man turns to me, I can see that it's actually my best friend. While her face and body seem human, many periphery features such as her ears and the color of her eyes are a wolf's instead. In addition, her fingernails are sharp claws, she has pointed canine teeth, and a tail swishes back and forth behind her.

She lunges at me again, and I respond by shooting four shots at her. She is able to dodge these bullets, and knocks my gun aside. We then begin to strike at each other, her with her claws and I with my knife for some time until I'm able to knock her to the ground with a tackle. I then jump over her prone body, snatch up my gun and frantically begin to reload it as she gets up and begins to howl in fury. At the last instant, I finish loading the gun and point it at her just as she slashes at my throat. I can feel the sharpness of her claws on my neck as I pull the trigger, and muzzle flash and crack from the gun is the last thing I'm aware of before I wake up.

02/13/2011
"Freestyle Walking"

I was walking through the street with a group of what I think were probably (ex-)fellow TMC employees. There was just a huge mob of us, strolling along through the parking lot of a strip mall. I definitely did recognize A.B., who really make me think that the entire crowd was made up of my co-workers at the time. Off to one side, we passed an almost comically large truck/van. Someone told me that there were G.I.'s in there, undercover. Again, almost comically - there was an oh-so-incognito, massive antenna sticking up out of the top of the vehicle. The first urge that I had was to blow up the van. I got into Call of Duty mode, and saw a HUD come up in front of me. I kind of "scrolled" through weapons, seeing the barrel of one come up in front of me, before I switched to another. Yet none of this made me lucid. Someone beside me told me that I should use the Mac-11's. I told them that I was planning on using grenades. Whatever my intentions, I didn't ever actually get around to blowing up the vehicle. I ended up just abandoning the idea, and we kept on walking.

Stepping passed an intersection, I saw this insanely hot girl, crossing the street. I could only see her from her back and profile, but she was smokin. She looked Spanish, with long, wet hair, pulled back in a ponytail. She had a purple-ish shirt on, with a low-cut back and a tattoo visible between her shoulder blades. I can't remember what it was, though. Her body was incredibly fit, muscular in just the perfect propotions - remarkably toned, but not the least bit masculine. I lagged behind a bit to check her out, and nudged a few of the people around me to look over at her. A.B., who is a bisexual girl, was like "Hell yeah!" Apparently there was someone leading our group, because some girl beside us asked if 'so-and-so' would mind if we all stopped, so she could go to the bathroom. None of us figured it would be a problem, though someone in the group said that 'she (the group leader) might'.

Noticing that we were all falling way behind, I tried to speed up my step a little bit, to catch up with the group. When I did this, I noticed that I began gliding; sliding across the concrete parking lot with my sneakers, as if I were in a hockey rink. At first, it began to freak me out. I couldn't figure out why it was happening. Quickly, though, it just became fun. I was passing everyone, without the slightest effort - just kind of speeding up by sheer intention alone. At one point, I turned around, 'skating' backward, asking a few other people in the group about how hot they thought that girl back there was.

Suddenly, another tall, more-slender black man 'skated' up close to our group (also gliding on his own shoes, as I was). Without breaking stride, he cocked back and punched one of the white guys in the group, laying him out with one hit, and skating then toward me, as I was the next person in his path. Just by looking at him, I could tell that I was either going to have to defend myself, or I was going to get knockedthefuckout. Still sliding backward at a speed which just about matched his glide, I slipped aside his first punch. He then reached both hands in at me, grabbing me by my shirt and one arm. My left hand grabbed one of his arms, and instinctively drew my right hand down to my pocket, grabbing hold of my folding knife. Just when I was drawing it out of my jeans, I woke up.