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Travel. A map. A boat. Storm. Battle.

A family. Three girls and two boys. When they grew up, one of the boys went crazy and killed the three girls, and then he also died (not sure if through suicide or something else). I can see the grieving remaining boy. Didn't find the parents.

I was in a lab in the isolation chamber, I was groggy and covered in wires.
I stood up and sniffed the air. I man in a white lab coat came in, he looked at a console and wrote something on a clipboard.
As he was about to leave I tapped on the glass to get his attention, he looked at me and seemed puzzled. He went back to the console and flicked a switch, he then said through a micro-phone speaker inside the chamber "Who are you?....are you lucid?....what year is it?". I answered the questions "Sara, Yes for a moment or two at least, 2011...".
He looked excited and pushed a button on the console, he talked into the console but I couldn't hear him (he's turned off the speaker to the chamber). I could lip read him saying "We have her!". This made me nervous so I started looking around the chamber I was in to find a weak point (my usual powers were not working). By now I was getting very worked up. He spoke again through the speaker "We mean you no harm, we just need to ask you a few questions, the manager will be he in a minute"...at this point I was totally lucid and not groggy anymore, and VERY VERY angry about being in a isolation chamber, naked and covered in wires. I grinned and the light above me cracked and went black, the man looked worried, I grinned bigger pointed to the lights above his head and winked.....it blew and all was darkness.
I then turned into 'night crawler' and smashed my way out of the chamber, alarms sounded, I found him cowering in the dark near the console and pulled his limbs off one by one, lastly his head. I took one of the arms 'for later' and then smashed though the door to make my escape.
I got out of the room only to find more lights on (I can only be 'night crawler' in total darkness) so I blew them as I went and eventually got outside the building. Once outside I ran until I couldn't hear the alarms anymore and then ran some more until I found a graveyard. I buried myself in a fresh grave as the Earth wasn't compacted.
I lay down to sleep and munched on the severed arm until I dropped off.

So I have been trying really hard to get lucid more quickly within my dreams (as well as increase my frequency of LDs) but all I have been able to do is have more intense and vivid dreams with WAY better recall....which is a step forward too, but I want to get a lucid dream every other night...anywho...here is a dream that I had last night that was real intense and kind of stuck with me.

I remember being in the city that I am currently living in. It was night time. Usually in RL my city is for the most part peaceful, however this was not the case in this dream. My city was almost post apocalyptic looking with abandoned cars at the side of the streets, dozens of sick and homeless gathered around makeshift fires, drug dealers on every corner, and frankly it was unnerving. Me and a couple of my friends from school were on a quest to find some drugs. We weren't planning on using them but for some reason we felt like we needed to find some in order to survive, whether that means sell them for some cash to live off of or doing something else with them. It was super important that we not only find some drugs but also find out who was the "drug lord" that ran the main drug deals of the city. I had the feeling that we were in danger from certain people and it may have been other people or the drug lord himself I am not certain. We followed a local drug dealer to find the drug lord. The dream shifts and we end up in trouble with the same drug lord. I apparently gained information on him that if given to the police would bring him down. And I had planned to do such a thing. Because they knew I had info that would ruin them they were after me. They had tracked down my friends and threatened their lives. They had contacted my employer and threatened him as well. I was caught with no one to trust or rely on. Only a couple people would help me out and they were assassinated. One man, a kind of bigger fellow, said he would help me bring them down. He was driving his car and I saw another car tailing him so I ran after him seeing if I could flag him down and help him before he was run off the road and killed. The car chased him up this sort of industrial/factory/machine hill. A mechanical hill that served some company. He used is truck/suv to drive up this very steep hill dodging machinery while trying to evade his pursuers. I began ascending the hill as well to try and help him. I look up, I see that as he was coming out of some sort of tunnel he had been shot, a sniper from out of no where had killed him. I saw blood splattered on his windshield. Then the next thing I know his suv is being crushed by some of the machines and his body no more. I traveled down the hill and was confronted by 3 women. One blonde, the other two brunet. They were either were very high up on the chain of command for this drug lord or they combined ran the drug operation themselves, I can't quite remember. They offered me a position within the drug operation itself and wanted to talk with me about it over a milkshake, yes like the ones from steak and shake. I sat down with them, fearing for my well being as well as my family and friends who they had threatened.
I woke up.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the nights of June 12-13 and 14-15, 2011.]

Night of June 12-13

There is a murder investigation taking place in a house that looks a lot like my grandparents' house. I am directly involved, and the investigation is highly elaborate and has a detailed plot, with lots of dialog. [Of course, I can't remember any of the specifics now.] Partway through, the dream morphs from live-action into a Tim Burton stop-motion movie featuring the Grim Reaper, who “kills” me. I somehow know I'm not really dead, though. I fall over backwards from the force of the scythe-blow and land in a sling, suspended from a moving, overhead track; it's part of a theme park ride. The ride takes me through “heaven” and ends with me exchanging salutes with Weird Al, who is standing in for Jesus on the ride.

Night of June 14-15

[Bizarre, Disneyland-related dreams FTW! This time,] I'm with a vivacious traveling companion, and we have time-traveled to the year 2011. [Whether backward or forward, I do not know.] We wonder how we know what year it is, until we come up with the obvious answer: “Because that's the year we set the time machine for?”

The entrance to the new version of Star Tours is in a rotating building with revolving doors. [This dream was in anticipation of the upcoming weekend; I was planning to go to Disneyland to ride the new Star Tours the following Sunday, June 19th, and I did.] Inside, there is a loading/staging area for the ride with circular staging zones.

“Abilene!” I say to a 1-year-old girl who is in the staging area with me. “You know you can't be on the end [of the row of seats]!” I take her spot in the staging area, making her and the other little kids move over along the row, toward the outside of the circle.

I am at my house alone. The radio is on. A special message comes onto the radio. It's saying " Lock all your doors and close all your windows. A psychotic Killer is on the loose in these areas...". He is in my area so I lock the doors and stuff. I hide under my bed. Within a few minutes I hear someone messing around with the front door. I get freaked out. The door now opens. My dad comes home he is home early today. We lock everything again. Soon, my brother,sister,and mom come home. I tell them about it but they just shrug it off. They go in the pool. They invite their friends to go in the pool. So then I go in the pool. My moms friend who runs a website forgot his password to something. I Knew it though. He asks me for it. I tell him the password is "Imfat2" after the pool I go to my grandmas house. My brother accidentally dropped a chip. My aunt freaked out and put him in time out. My brother is seventeen. I do the same but pick it up quickly before anyone notices.

I dont remember this part that well. All I can remember is being in the car with this Kevin James like guy. He is taking me to jail. Why? I don't know.I end up in prison but I think I escaped.

Non-lucid

My memory picks up whilst riding around town with one of my old friends cousins and he is not exactly a law abiding citizen. We drive around until we think that it would be a good idea to stop by a local gas station to pick up something to drink. We get to the gas station, and he goes inside while I stand outside next to the car. I am texting on my phone, casually looking up every now and then because I seen some pretty good looking ladies standing across the way at the gas station. There are about three of them, and the next thing I know two of the girls walk away and one of them walks toward me. She instantly sparks a conversation and leads me over to the entrance of the gas station. This is where I find out that the girls are not single, and they have about three guys with them. She purposefully led me into a trap.

I am standing in front of the gas station door now, with three other guys starring me down. They all look pretty pissed off and I begin to think that there is no other way to get out of this, other than to fight them. I throw the first punch and it makes its mark, while the two other guys jump on me and start throwing punches. Out of nowhere a person that I have not seen in years came from the back area of the gas station where the cars are supposed to be fueling, and he started in on the fight. At about that time, my old friends cousin came out of the gas station and noticed that a fight was going on so he decided to help as well. The guys were now losing pretty badly, and eventually all three of them where knocked out or laying on the ground in pain. I think about the police.

As soon as the fight is over, the friend I haven't seen in years runs up to me and I tell him that we need to get out of there now because the police will be here soon. My friends cousin jumps in the car and takes off, so we take to the back of the gas station and run through a field headed toward my old apartments. This field is very overgrown with various weeds and such, and I tell him it would be best to just make a mad dash through the middle of the field so the weeds will give us cover. We both begin to run, and we soon end up at my old grandpa's house some how. We run through the back door, and into the house, which is very dark and no one is home. I seem to know at this point that my grandpa no longer lives there. We run out of the front door, and my friend wants to go back into the house to lock the door for the home owners. I tell him that we do not have the time to do that, and I remind him that we need to keep running. He goes back anyway, locks the door, and exits the porch. Just as he jumps off of the porch, the owner drives down the street and sees him jumping off of his property.

He is driving a dark red vehicle, and it is a rather old car. It had apparently just finished raining outside, so the streets were wet and he instantly slammed on his breaks and spun out. He had his wife in the right seat, and he was in the drivers seat on the left side. You could hear him yelling out of his window after he seen us begin to run when he spun out. He instantly slammed the car into reverse and caught up with us down the road. I was on the right side of the street, and my friend was across the road from me. The man got out of his car, and he was fairly old. I see that he is brandishing a shotgun, and he is starting to shoot at my friend. We keep running hard until we get to the end of that road, and an intersection leads off to the right, left, and it also continues forward. To the left is a town, and to the right is country. My friend runs to the right, to avoid the shotgun bullets. I choose the forward path for whatever reason, and I am now being hit slightly by shotgun spray. Just in front of me, continuing forward, is a rather large church, and beyond that is a gravel road that leads to a bridge.

Since I was being hit by shotgun spray, I thought that it would be a good idea to pick up a large street sign, and cover my back with it whilst I was on the run. I do that, and I keep running toward the bridge. When I get to the bridge, the old man pulls up in his car just behind the start of the concrete that the bridge is made of and he gets out of his car. I try to keep my cool, and he holds the shotgun up to my body. He yells something that made sense then, but I cannot honestly remember exactly what it was. He then shoots the shotgun and misses, so I take my chance to grab the end of the shotgun with my left hand, and I point it away from me while I punch him in the face with my other hand. He ends up letting go of the shotgun, and I now have it under my control. I aim it at his lower half, and I fire the gun. It instantly blows off the entire lower portion of his body, and he is now crawling around screaming at me. I then proceed to shoot him in the face, and he is still not dead. Guts are hanging out of his mouth, and he is crawling toward the bridge and I casually think to myself "Good hide yourself" as I begin to worry about my finger prints on the gun.

I begin to wipe down the trigger area, and the barrel of the gun with my shirt. I know that this might not be too efficient, so I begin to look for some sort of gasoline to rub the gun down with. I find an old canister of gas just to the right of where the bridge starts in an oddly wooded area. I pick up the can and walk back to the bridge, where I see a helicopter flying very low to the ground just above where I shot at the old man. The pilot is in clear view, and I decide that I should shoot at him as well. I take three or so shots at him, and he begins to fly away into the distance. I then take my shirt off, and soak it with gasoline and then I rub down the gun in a hasty fashion, making sure to get all of the points where my fingers would have been touching the most. Just after I throw the gun off of the side of the bridge, I awake.

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

Notes:
This relatively short dream disturbed me a bit. The situation was so unrealistic that this was one of the first times a dream scenario alone left me lucid.

I was in a train. It wasn't like a train I'd been on before; the layout was slightly different. It had a slimmer aisle in the middle, going down the length of the car, with a curtain-enclosed seating section on either side of this aisle. Both of these sections were probably ten feet long, and there were a few of them going down both sides; the sections were raised fifteen inches or so off of the aisle's level. The whole interior of the train was a burgundy colour scheme with orange and gold accents, which made it seem more upscale. As for the lighting, it was dim. Not eerily dim, but dim enough that one could assume at least half the lights in the aisle weren't working.

I walked into a section on the left hand side of the train, which contained two chairs facing a wall, and a single sliding-pane window edged with flat silver metal. Light poured in from the outside of this window, but I didn't see exactly what was on the other side of it.

I could tell some other people were walking down the aisle, and a man was sitting in the section on the opposite side of the hall, reading a paper. The majority of the people occupying the train were shadowy and dark, which was a first considering I could always see DC's faces and stuff. I couldn't even make out what they were wearing.

My vision was both in first-person and third-person at the same time. It wasn't like a split screen situation, and it wasn't like the two perspectives were superimposed on top of each other, either. It's as if I really was in two places at once. It's very difficult to explain.

Before I knew it, the lighting had dimmed even more. A man had suddenly appeared in the room I was in, right in front of me, and pinned me down right where the "x" in the drawing above is. I was now seeing exclusively in third-person, from the bottom of the curtain enclosing the room on the opposite side of the aisle. So, I was looking up at myself slightly, if you understand where I was looking from. I saw myself lying on my back, on the ground, my head coming out from the room and out over the aisle. The man was wearing dark gray and a ski mask, but for some reason I knew he had messy, slightly longer brown hair. He took out an axe; the handle was polished, cylindrical wood with probably only a 2-inch radius (very thin). The blade was very long, going outwards from the end quite a ways, and then became larger at the end. It was very sharp.

My viewpoint was still in third person, but as he took out the axe, it suddenly changed so that I was looking right up at him, looking past my own head from only a few inches back. The scene became a bit hazy. The man said, in a relatively normal-sounding but deeper voice, "when I kill you, you won't be able to tell them that I'm going to kill everyone else on this train".

I struggled, still watching myself from the same viewpoint as just described, and it was like fighting rubber and concrete combined. In the dream, I envisioned the axe coming down before it even happened, and just struggled harder. Within a few moments, the axe came down for good. I'd become lucid at that point - not super lucid - but it was enough to help me not freak out. Immediately the viewpoint changed, moving a few inches upwards, so I was finally looking through my own eyes, sitting there with no feeling whatsoever, except possibly numbness. I didn't feel the axe at all in my neck.

I laid there with the axe sitting in me, and it took a few instances to actually wake up.

Length: Normal dream length
Lucid: No
Accuracy: Strong

This dream starts with me at a school. It was similar to my school now, but no really. The school yard was much much bigger. I discovered I was on the run, in fact the dream starts with me on the run inside the school. I'm running from the police. I am convicted for murder. I know when I'm running that I am convicted of murder that I didn't commit. So I'm running down and away from the police. nice thing is I never tire or get caught by the police. I eventually make it outside and start running down this huge grassy hill until I reach a fence. The police dressed in blue and brown uniform come stumbling down after me. I quickly climb over the fence only to reach another chain link fence. I scurry over that one and reach another one! Then I spot the little wire that is running through the links and I see that this fence is an electric fence. these people were going to make sure I was captured and that meant I couldn't escape the school grounds. The police seem to be laughing, but I waste no time and back track and nearly escape the jaws of the police. Apparently there are police cars surrounding the school outside and I know there is little chance of escape, but I don't give up. Apparently there are lots of people here, huge partys of people near the school hanging out or trying to find me. I sneak around the back of the school and find no one there. I try the fence near by only to see that electrified as well! I'm screwed, I didn't convict murder, and I am hungry. Suddenly out of the blue a group of my friends spot me and give me some food (potato chips) to eat and I tell them it's not me and they believe me but they think i should turn myself in. I try varies things not to get caught and nothing works. Before I wake up i remember all these sirens and flashing red lights everywhere and I slowly slouch around the brick building.

I forgot much of the details.. like I always do these days... but here it is.

Me and my sister where getting ready to go on our Hawaii trip(we leave July 1st in real life ) and we were packing up and saying goodbye and stuff but my sister had a nervous look on her face. She said she wasn't sure that she could go because she didn't have any tampons. I told her she could just use mine and then we got going. I remember asking her which island we were going to visit first, I think it was Oahu. We got into our hotel room and it was really nice. I don't remember anything during this part.. the next thing I remember is packing up to go to the next island. I think we were there with a group of people, mostly adults. We went to the elevator and my dad was there for some reason and me and him stepped into the elevator with the intention of going to the first floor. Other people joined us in the elevator, I think some of them were part of the group we were with, and we missed our floor. I had a bad feeling in my stomach and i knew something was wrong. The elevator took us to the basement floor where we got out and I saw the group of friends(or atleast I thought they were our friends) standing around. Everything seemed fine until this girl with a blond ponytail gave an evil look and whipped out her gun and started running and chasing and shooting everyone. She was supposed to be in our group of friends but she turned against everyone and went crazy, shooting everything in sight. It was a bloody murder. This murder scene replayed for a second time, only I expected what was about to happen this time so I grabbed a gun and got ready. I'm not sure what happened next..

Okay I had this dream a few days ago, so again now i can only remember so much.

It started off with me in a store looking at books, so i pick up this one book about music and such. So i turn to this page about mozart....and i said in big bold letters that he was a Sociopathic Schizophrenic (yeah, weird) So then it flashes back into like his life, where i sort of was seeing through the eyes of mozart. So here he is basically jumping off the walls (more like running up them) and hurting people and screaming at them really creepy death threats. Then the next thing i really remember is him running the side of a building and busting through a window where he saw these younger boys. They were all angry of course, calling him crazy and such. So Mozart went up the the fat kid, who was really annoying, and starting twisting is arm really bad. Which broke the bones but he wouldnt let go and kept twisting the skin while this kid is screaming for him to please stop.

Yeahh well thats about all i can remember....yeah its really morbid...it was kinda funny at the same time though it was just crazy.

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.

DJ Log: May 24, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking around in a large laboratory with another DC, investigating a recent murder which occurred in this room. We are looking for any clues that may be left behind. There are police lights flashing outside and I can hear a dog barking in the background.

As we are searching, we walk near a domed part of the ceiling which has windows around the dome. There is blood dripping from the ceiling here. As we both stop walking and look upward, a body and some debris crashes through the ceiling and lands on the floor. I close my eyes for a brief moment, then I look back up and see that there is nothing wrong with the ceiling. The blood is now gone and there are lights where the windows were just a moment ago. I say to myself, “Why do these things keep changing? What kind of a fucked up dream is this?”

I immediately become lucid and take a much closer look at my surroundings, while trying to utilize any many senses as possible. The windows are back where they should be and there is a large hole in the ceiling. There is a body and a large safe in the midst of a pile of debris in front of me. I can smell rancid flesh beginning to fill the air around me. The lights are all making a buzzing sound and I can hear a lab refrigerator running in the distance. I can feel small particles of debris fall out of my hair when I shake my head. I look around a bit and decide that there is nothing I want to try tasting in here.

I look back at the safe and remember the basic task of the month. I stare at the safe and attempt to move it with my mind. Instead of moving the safe, I develop x-ray vision which allows me to see that there is a gun inside the safe. I look at it again, and after struggling for a moment, the safe elevates from the pile of debris. I lift the safe all the way up to the ceiling using psychokinesis and then smash it against the wall to break it open. The safe smashes apart and the gun slides across the floor. I look back at the other DC, who is standing there completely dumbfounded. He looks at me with a really strange look, then walks over and picks up the gun with an evidence bag.

I lose my lucidity and start to walk around the lab again. All of the details disappear from the room and the dream fades away rather quickly.

I wake up and spend a moment with my eyes shut, recalling as many details as possible. I grab my flashlight and journal, then write it all down. This is my first lucid since I quit smoking cigarettes. Yay!

19.05.2011

Random dream girlfriend goes to the concert with me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In this dream I had a random girlfriend, but she had also a boyfriend. I was actually her affair. We went to her house, where her boyfriend was, but I did not care of him. I was more worried that her passed away mom would worry.

As I entered, she had a black dog (I believe this dog is someone's who I give healings in waking, such dog goes berserk of excitement when she sees me) The dog got all excitement barking, jumping and licking. I played with her for a few minutes until we went to visit my dream girl friend system. Her system was a litter older than her, and as soon as she saw me, she said, "Oh! Nice! You found a cute guy this time!"

After a while, we went out. It was night and we walked on downtown. We were going to some sort of small concert inside a pub. When we reached the place, some very rude evangelic people was coming out from somewhere. I avoided them and entered the pub. The concert was over and they were looking over someone who apparently was murdered.

I needed to go to the restroom. Inside the males restroom, there was another door that lead to the female's restroom. Someone beat me up. For some reason, I wanted to enter the female's restroom. I found out that this restroom had a lot of shaving devices and weird stuff for the hair.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a room like a bedroom. Something about the room seemed very stage-like. The room had concrete floors or floors like a stage. I sat at a table. There was also something in the room that looked like a bunk bed. It may just have been a wooden cube that was as tall as a bunk bed.

I stood up and pulled something off of the cube. It was a mannequin without a head. It may actually just have been a torso. It was larger than life-size, maybe a lot larger. It was wood, with thick graining visible, and it was painted some kind of dark, but kind of transparent, shade of red.

I lay the mannequin on the floor. I began whipping it and stomping it. Somehow it was a living thing, and I may have injured it terribly or killed it. I may have then left the room. I may have reflected on what I'd done. I hadn't ever thought I could be so cruel. I think I felt like I must have been directed into the cruelty in some way. The only explanation for my cruelty, I thought, was that someone else had made me do it.

I was now back in the room, thinking the same thoughts. I began whipping the top of the wooden cube. The whip I used had a big, black, iron hook at the end of it. Eventually the hook pulled a wooden mannequin head into my view. The mannequin head apparently belonged to the mannequin body I had just beat and killed. I kept whipping the mannequin head, and I knew I would knock the head off the wooden cube pretty soon.

Asuka in a Bed of Flowers
I am inside MoSh's inner world, I am in the living room with MoSh and Asuka. I remember that MoSh wanted me to check on Asuka to be sure there is nothing infecting her or causing her any kind of harm, and I agreed to do that. I ask Asuka if she has any problems with that, and she says to go ahead, though she has been feeling fine. MoSh comments that there won't be any harm in checking. I transport the three of us to the healing glen, it seems that the glen is the best place to do the healing check. Asuka is lying in a bed of flowers, she seems to like the garden very much. The instrumental version of the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack is playing as golden light comes out of the flowers themselves and surrounds Asuka in their healing energy.

Asuka is floating over the flowers with the golden energy flowing all around and through her, it seems to be cleansing her. I don't notice anything strange, no parasites being washed out, no dark energy being purged. If there is any of that, it's being completely destroyed. I figure I might have been here earlier to heal her, I might have done that during a dream I don't remember since my recall has been really crappy. After the healing is done, MoSh asks if I want to come back to his place for a party. I say I really don't want to sit around and watch the activity MoSh and Asuka most likely want to engage in. MoSh says they don't have to be doing that, but I tell him I will be having more dreams.

Heir to the Throne
I am in a city I don't recognize, it seems to be a cross between a futuristic city and a medieval village. The combination results in buildings that look futuristic, but the layout is that of a small village from an RPG of some kind. It also seems that there are problems going around, everyone looks very nervous. It really feels like I'm in a RPG, so I act like I would in a RPG. I start moving around the town and listening to people talking, talking to a few people I see… and I find out there has been a tragedy recently. I finally am able to piece together the horrible recent events. Some unidentified attacker has just killed the king and queen, brutally. It seems the assailant, sick enough to be on a Criminal Minds episode, had tied up both the king and the queen, raped both of them repeatedly, then brutally butchered them both. Also the 14 year old prince had been hiding in the closet, he saw the whole thing. The boy is very traumatized, and he has been unresponsive ever since… the killing was two weeks ago. With the king and queen dead, even though the prince is only 14 years old, they need him to be fit to accept the crown. But he can't do that if he's catatonic, so the legal provisions have that a very unpopular and greedy asshole would become king. So, I'm a healer, and I go to the palace which is a very interesting blend of futuristic and medieval architecture.

It takes some convincing, but I manage to get in to see the prince, who is sitting near the back of the throne room with a pillow, holding it like a teddy bear… the pillow smells of perfume. There is a portrait of the king and queen hanging on the wall, so I figure it is the perfect way to reach him… I transform into the queen's form and use the song spell My Last Breath by Evanescence. When the boy comes out of his state, he fingers the asshole who killed his parents… the same asshole who stood to take the crown! Well, that's a rather cliché motive, but it works.

Gilligan's Island Lost
I am on a tropical island that immediately reminds me of the old television series, Gilligan's Island. It is a very beautiful place, it is also very peaceful there. I can hear the birds singing in the trees, I see animals moving around in the bushes and trees, a nice breeze is blowing in off of the ocean. Wandering a bit farther, I find a crystal clear stream running past some huts made out of wood with grass type roofs, it seems there are people living here. I go over to the small homes and I see the cast from Gilligan's Island all going about their daily business, that is until they see me. Gilligan sees me first, he stops and stares at me for a couple minutes before saying anything at all.

He finally calls the skipper, who calls back, "What?" Gilligan just says there's a girl on the island. The skipper responds that of course there is, there are three of them! Finally the skipper comes out, along with the others, and they see me there. Questions are asked, including how I came to be on the island, do I have a boat, am I here to rescue them. I tell them I can take them to the mainland. They are all thrilled at that news. Everyone is getting some things together to bring with them, I hear Mr. and Mrs. Howell talking about opening a resort on the island. I tell him I hope he is kidding. He says no, he is serious. I say that means I'm going to get them off the island so they can come back and destroy it? He says of course not, he wants to improve it, get rid of some of this wildness. I tell him I can't take them home and let them come back to destroy the island, it is pristine, it needs to stay that way. Gilligan says he really wants to go home. I get an idea on what to do. I tell them to say goodbye, they won't be seeing the island again. Mr. Howell says he's sure he will. I open a portal to get all of them to the mainland, then I return to the island. A bit of magical protection is in order. Some magical wards, spells that cause ships or planes to veer around the island without realizing they have changed course… moving the island into a parallel dimensional pocket… summoning some powerful pokémon that will be able to blend into the environment without harming anything, but they will be able to protect the island… Once I am satisified that the island will be protected I spend the rest of the dream exploring it.