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25: I'm in an amusement park with Sam. We're standing in this large room made of metal that feels ancient. When you touch something it plays a sequence of events that represents the story from some movie or book. A man and his three little kids walk in. Sam starts to touch the same pieces to show him what he had missed from the story. I remember thinking he was being selfish for dragging his little kids to this sort of attraction when obviously they weren't old enough. I thought the story turned out to be the chronicles of Narnia. My view was watching a lion with wings fly around a field.

I was on a tropical island or on the coast in a town. It was daytime out. There were people walking around slowly. It felt like this was some sort of zombie apocalypse, but then it felt like they were actually players in a video game trying to kill each other in a free for all fashion. I'm with sam Kolby and moo in a room on the second or third floor. Maybe we were in booty bay from WoW. They're talking about this really attractive girl. I walk down to the coast on a boardwalk and the girl is there. She's interested in me. We're talking and at some point we kiss. I recognize this girl as being an Instagram model that I used to follow before I purged my Instagram. I realize sam or Kolby really liked this girl so when I got back to the hotel room I didn't mention it to them. They split up and do some other things, I look at my phone and find her profile on what looks like tinder. Her profile picture was her lying down in a boxing match like she had one something and there's money flying all around.

26: A girl is in front of me. There's something small in front of me with lyrics of Swim and Sleep by unknown mortal orchestra. I'm singing them and she joins along. I stop and she stops. I pick back up and she continues. It felt like we liked each other in some fashion or another.

We're close by a beach on the boardwalk. It's about to be nighttime. In my mind Excision is about to play somewhere. We look at the boardwalk and there's 100s of young people shoving each other around listening to hardcore music like rock or electronic. People start coming out of a building where Excision had played. We walk in and see some band on stage. We're the only people watching but as we leave I cheer them on.

The group is walking up to a big snow place. We're waiting in line, my friend korri is coming but she's far behind in line. We get in and go down a hill. In the middle is an ice rink from what I remember. More of our friends come in and meet us at the bottom. I run up to who I think is korri and tackle her, but when I look at the person it turns out to be stella. Our group starts all collectively chanting da da dadada da, da da, dadada da. It starts quietly and then goes up in volume and pitch. I see stella's parents walking around cheering us on. The cheer escalates further and I see people's parents in the stands looking at us. It's now a warm environment without snow. The cheer bursts into a massive scene with everyone there joining in. Someone lifts me up and brings me to the center of it all. Flags are waving around and people are going crazy. I look down and ask who's lifting me up. A guy throws me up in the air a little bit and goes "Terence." I look down and it's someone I know named alex but I let it go. He eventually lets me down and I give him a side hug before running towards the main building.

This is an old dream, 15 April 2011. About Narnia, or a Forest similar to it.


Basically, I was in Narnia, playing amidst the autumn forest with the foxes or something, and there was a lake, possibly a war going on, and I remember running. But at least at first the dream was tranquil, I can't recall it too clearly so the events may be wrong.

Last night, I had a dream that it was my biology teacher's birthday. All of us students turned off the light, and random people from other grades came in, including my worst enemy. In the dream, my biology teacher named Mrs. Flaska had a bunch of really tall shelves in her classroom. On top of the shelves was a wardrobe like off of Narnia. A bunch of my friends were climbing up this ladder and squeezing themselves into that wardrobe thingy. I just sat in my seat and waited for Mrs. Flaska to walk in. All of a sudden, she walks in and the light turns on and everyone yells, "SURPRISE!!!" and they throw confetti everywhere. Mrs. Flaska is VERY surprised, and then she immediately starts teaching us about biochemistry, which we learned like three months ago. I can't help but sneeze really loud, and Mrs. Flaska calls me a "snerp," and tells me to go down and take a shower. I turn the water on and stick my head in the shower. Suddenly, Mrs. Flaska shows up in the locker rooms! "I'm keeping an eye on you, snerp!" she tells me. Ugh. A random old lady walks by and says that she was the "snerp" in ninth grade too. Well THAT sure makes me feel better! After that, my two friends who are brother and sister at my high school got on this train and it was like a rollercoaster. The older brother, Cyrus, keeps telling us that he's three feet tall. After that, we are at my neighbor's house watching "Divergent" and a kid in my English class is eating gummy bears off the floor. Then I woke up.

16.11.2013 2/4

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em Nárnia junto com Aslam e haviam uns caras maus. Um deles parecia com o Quilge Opie do Bleach e parecia ser o líder. Ela fazia um corte profundo na garganta do Aslam e ele sangrava muito.

A newly-made vampire is sitting in a car parked in a garage early in the morning, and is refusing to get out of the car because he's afraid of the patches of sunlight in the garage, he's sure he won't be able to avoid touching them. He's a full-grown man, blonde, bearded, looks Scandinavian in ancestry. The driver, his maker, a dark-haired woman, is calling him a big baby and telling him he'll just have to take his chances.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

IRL friend S. is working with a theater company connected to a shop, which stocks videos of their shows although those videos are out of the way and most customers don't realize the shop and the theater company are connected. They're talking about having to close down (not sure if this refers to the theater company or the shop or both).

A traveling woman reporter is commenting on some serial killer with an MO related to books, and observing that his trail coincidentally matches up with her travel patterns, she's joking about being suspected herself.

A man and his daughter in a forest, the man had some oath with a bird, representative of the forest, and now there's a deer leg wrapped in parcel paper lying on the ground by their camp, violating that oath. He didn't kill or butcher the deer, that was someone else, but the parcel paper was his, borrowed, and this is going to lead to misunderstanding and enmity between him and the bird. The man and his daughter are leaving, she's objecting because it's not their fault but he insists that they don't argue, just go.

I'm in my IRL mother's home, and ranting to her about that previous scene, which is now thought of as a Bible story. I'm opposed to its message - the final moral and point of the story is different, but this scene here, designating man as something separate from nature, is something I'm deeply frustrated by and I don't care that it's not the focus, I consider it irresponsible storytelling.

My mother's deeply religious Christian IRL neighbor is visiting her with his two sons (the neighbor does have two sons IRL, but these two DCs bear no resemblance to them). Although he's not offended, he says that I should focus on the main message of the story instead. I had no intention of starting a religious debate and am happy to let the subject drop. His youngest son, on the other hand, has gotten angry and wants to prove the point to me. I find fanaticism attractive on him. I'm aware he's both attracted to and deeply uncomfortable with me, thoughts about queer issues and gender issues on my mind. He comes to the window where I've been standing and lifts a rock outside and throws it into a tree. (With his mind, apparently - there was some awareness that this was dream logic, and that if we'd been outside he would have just used his hands.)

The conversation moves on to safer topics but I pull him aside, ask him what that was meant to prove. We go outside so he can finish making his point. He leads me over to his father's yard and shows me a hedge covered in red berries concealing a small tunnel leading underground. He seems afraid, but he says he's determined to make me a believer. He's so worked up about this I don't have the heart to tell him I'm already a believer, just not his variety of believer - this isn't the atheism-vs-theism debate he thinks it is - but that's all right. I'm still thinking about queer/gender issues when I get into the tunnel ahead of him.

In the tunnel, I'm a girl (who, in the dream, I thought of as resembling the oldest Narnia girl - she doesn't particularly, but this scene reminds me of 80's fantasy movies in general) crawling on my hands and knees, while the boy with me is sitting on the grass outside, worrying. The dream 'camera' briefly switches to 3rd person, allowing me to see the boy, myself, and just around a bend in the tunnel, a door, open just a crack, showing a dimly lit room with a woman dancing inside, the Queen, and it's the inhumanly beautiful Queen I want to get a glimpse of, although the boy is convinced this is a bad idea. Back to 1st person, I reach the door, peer through and see an image as if the dream 'camera' has zoomed in, focused on the Queen's lips painted so dark they're nearly black, her throat, her decolletage, and an awareness of ornaments of frozen drops of water or tears, telling myself I must remember every detail of this.

There's either a false awakening or a partial-awakening where I'm lying in bed 'recording' this dream, only to realize that I'm not physically writing anything, after which I actually did wake up and 'continue' writing right where I'd 'left off', the part where the boy threw the rock.

07-21-2013 -- I am walking by an apartment complex on either Hickory or Dale, where there is no apartment complex. I am more or less minding my own business, when I run into this guy who starts yelling at me. He tells me I am worthless and horrible, and he knew my mother, and my actions caused her to die in sorrow, and I ought to just go off and die, myself ... he goes on and on and on with really horrible accusations. I think back to the life my mother lived, and how old she was when she died, and how our relationship was (fine), and I can't see any reason for his accusations, and I tell him so, but he just keeps screaming at me, while I sit at this picnic table and begin to doubt myself and feel worse and worse. He finally stalks off, leaving me depressed, until a nice fellow I recognize from around the place comes up to me, asks me what is wrong, and tries to console me for a bit.

Soon I am feeling a little better, and I start to look around. I spot something that seems a little interesting: there is an empty tape box sitting next to an unlabeled tape, and the tape box says it is the first of three parts in a continuation of the Chronicles of Narnia, the first of which is about the silver throne at Cair Paravel. I instantly slide the unlabeled tape into a machine that instantly makes me a copy of it.

Soon I find myself in a family-type setting with a father and his little girl, and there is a VCR there, so I stick the tape in, wanting to watch it. There is a flash of light, and I suddenly realize. I have no idea what is on this tape. Sure, it could have been the the tape of the new Chronicles. It could also be a porno tape, just about to blare out a sex scene in front of this little girl! I violently stab at the eject button, and we see just a couple of seconds of a pair of silver boots sitting right in front of a ruby throne, before the tape ejects. I guess it was the right tape.

The father glances at me, as if to ask what's up, and I explain about the whole thing, and not being sure about what was on the tape, and even about feeling guilty for copying it. I apologize, and he looks at me like I am crazy, and decides to ignore me. He may be ignoring me, but a Narnian dwarf suddenly appears in front of me and tells me it is no real problem. If I can't finish the tape before leaving the library, they'll gladly make a transcript for me. He takes the tape and disappears with a pop, and I suddenly know the next time I make it back to the room where I copied the tape, I'll have a printed copy of it that I can take legally. I start to walk away feeling much better about myself.

I soon find myself in a small village of small houses with thatched roofs, and a young woman asks me what I am so happy about. I start to explain about more stories in Narnia, and the dwarf and the video tape, but she is walking away from me to the right. I turn to the left and see the same woman, and her daughter, and she asks me "What are you talking about?" "The Narnia story I was just telling you about." She says I wasn't telling her about any story, and I turn to look to the right and see a bent and shuffling old woman just about to turn the corner. She seems very sinister, somehow. I call out to her to wait a second, but she just continues around the corner.

I chase after her, and I see her just entering a crowd, so I continue forward, but when I get there, she is nowhere in sight. It is like she just disappeared into thin air. I find myself in the middle of maybe a dozen or so clowns, in rather duller makeup than normal, and ask if it is a convention or something. I am waiting for an answer, until I hear a noise that causes me to turn around back the way I came. There are three little girls standing there, being approached by a bent old hag looking more and more like the hag the queen turned into in Snow White to give her the apple. I realize whatever this thing is, it can change shapes to look like anybody it wants to. I run forward to grapple with 'her' and protect the little girls, and I suddenly find I am wrestling with a grim reaper figure in black robes (which I facetiously refer to as Skeletor) and losing the battle.

Finally I start speaking to it in the name of Jesus, and it starts to steam a little bit, and flinch back from me in pain, and as I continue, it breaks away and tries to run off. I give chase again, but it runs forward into another crowd of people. I run forward, and find myself being grabbed. I tense, ready to fight, but it is three Golden Horseshoe can-can girls who have pulled me into a tickle war. Three ladies working together, not one, not the thing, whatever it is. Soon I am walking along, studying everyone I see very carefully, looking for the old hag, or any single person.

Suddenly I find it is very dark, almost pitch black, and I am walking near the door to my apartment complex with no idea how I got there. It is kind of foggy, and there is a forboding figure looming in the fog just by my door. Just as I realize I have fallen asleep at some point, and am now dreaming, the figure jumps out and attacks me. Now I am able to see it's true form, a red devil in a black death robe, and I am very, very scared that this thing can invade me dreams. But there is no hesitation this time. "I come against you in the name of Jesus! I come against you in the name of Jesus!" It is flinching at the name. "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" Suddenly there is a powerful figure, an angel, standing next to me, battling the creature. Unexpectedly, it is female. I thought angels were male ....

She speaks in one of it's ears "I come against you in the name of Jesus." I follow and do the same. She does the same to the other ear, and again I follow, and do the same. It writhes at our words. Just as I realize we ought to do one ear each at the same time, I wake up, panting from the battle.

Dream; Semi-Lucid; Lucid; Memorable; 1-4 My Recollection;

(Backyard and side yard.)
4; Started walking on ground replaced by clouds. Turned into space. Then there where bursts of clouds through the area. Earth's atmosphere appeared glowing.
(Blackness of space.)
I sung..
Hard walking, then it got easy.
Clouds poured out as geysers. I re-appeared in space.
3; Zoomed along in the air, in a boat - through the pool area. Then over a pond next to the river:

02-07-11 I am at home and I am headed down the state library to hand in some books and pick up some new ones. When down there having dealt with the books I had to I notice that there are several bibles around in a shelf for overdue pick-up dates. I am not sure if this means that I could just pick them up or I have to wait for some sort of clearance. I try to find help, but am unsuccessful, which leads me to the decision that I will just take one. This book is a monstrosity, not sure it is the same size as an actual bible, seeing as it is 15-20 cm wide. I briefly wonder if it will be able to fit in my bag with the other books.

The reason I am interested in this bible is that it is from 1861 and I want to check for inconsistencies with any current edition. I want to check for myself if what I have read is true that it is difficult to tell what the bible actually says as it has been altered that much. I do think that it is a bit of an additional workload seeing as I have my bac project coming up dealing with lucid dreaming, and as I know I will have to read two versions of the bible (as I haven't read it) I will be in for some hard work. I tell myself that I will just briefly through the bibles and then continue with the dreaming stuff.

When I get back home I tell Thure, I talk to my flatmate about how we have access to a lot of information and that we don't actually need to borrow all the books from the library, because we live in it. We can just read through the books we want at night time. With this in mind we start exploring the library and move to the floor above us. This particular section contains a lot of board games and we start looking for one that looks good. I find a board edition of Doom 2 and we start opening that and laugh around with it.

When we are about to get started we get interrupted by a female middle aged librarian wearing a night dress. She asks us what we are doing here at this hour, and she seems ready to call security. We tell her we live here and she immediately asks if we are the ones living below first floor on the right. I confirm and tell her that we can leave if needed, but seeing as we live here she accepts that we are there and begin to retreat to wherever she came from. I tell her “Thanks beautiful” and she smiles and laughs a bit about being called beautiful, she is pleased.

A mate of mine turn up and start hitting on the librarian, they talk for a while, but I don't know if it actually went somewhere.
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I am driving somewhere with a lot of friends of mine. We have access to a mini-map that gives us an indication of where we are compared to each other. It is clear that we are in a race to get where we are going. it is a pretty even run, and you can see on the mini-map when people are hold up waiting for the lights to change.

As we approach our destination it is pretty much a tie and I end up driving my car over a ridge and land on a blue car of one of my mates that has driven a different route and is approaching the lake from below me. Although I land on it, I only skim it, it makes a dent, the damage to the car is really quite limited. All the cars there are expensive and although mildly annoyed that his car has become dented. It isn't enough to ruin his good mood and expectations for what we are about to engage in anyway.

We are going out to a lake to para glide on the water. Not quite kite surfing, but that is the closest way of describing what we do. Before hitting the water I (I think I have turned into “the rock” by this point) I tell my friends I have never done anything like this before. They just laugh, give me a shute and tell me to hit the water. I try and I manage to keep myself above water, but it is difficult to get the shute high enough into the air to give me proper speed and jumping capabilities. I just keep experimenting for a while and one of my mates tell me the wind is sort of dead towards the middle of the lake and the waves are high. I notice this as I nearly crash into a huge wave but manage to avoid it.

After some time I notice there is a talking rat with us that is clearly part of the group. With the appearance of this rat the dream goes full on Narnia on me and Aslon decides to come along in all of his majestic feline form. I have a brief thought of cats hating water, but what the hell it is freaking Aslon. Two of my friends have brought a special edition of the shute harness for him, as his body is somewhat different and heavier he needs two shutes. He informs them that he has never done it before either, and asks what he is supposed to do. They tell him to just try it out and he does so by gracefully flying around making huge jumps and always keeping his shutes high in the air. I hate him a bit for that, but am also impressed with what he can do.
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I am in a kitchen with Delfine and Ronja. Ronja and her are talking outside my hearing range. We are supposed to go and pick up some washing powder or something. After Delfine and Ronja are done talking Delfine comes over to me. She asks me if there is anything going on between Ronja and I, to which I reply no. She tells me that Ronja isn't interested in going out pick up up washing materials, she wants someone to take care of her and start a life. I get the message and feel extraordinary guilty, because this is probably something I have started in the past. She asks me if she should go inform Ronja that I would be glad if she came on to me and I reply “No” and the guild train hits me at maximum velocity. I look over towards Ronja as Delfine is done delivering the message and I feel like a coward for not being able to deliver this myself. I look towards Ronja and I can't decipher if she is crying or not, but if she is it isn't as bad as if her world had completely collapsed.
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I am writing something on my bac project involving lucid dreaming. When I do a count I see that I have more than 5 pages and the semester haven't even started yet. I want to call someone or tell someone, but I can't really think of who.
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Something about big round egg like electrical objects I blow up pyro-kinetically.

I don't remember a lot because I rushed out of bed without writing it down first.

It started on a Ship

We arrived at the dock on a wooden ship (like the recent Narnia movie's ship). I remember it was me, another guy about my age and King Edmund who got off the ship. We walked across the dock and everyone was dressed like world war II era (also the setting of the movie). So we walked around the dock to a tree on the shore that was between buildings. The tree was in the ally between two buildings and had a door hinge on it.

King Edmund said that this was the way we needed to go to get to Narnia. We opened the tree and a cavern with torches around it was inside. The cavern was about the size of a normal sized garage. We walked in and heard a deep growl noise. Me and Edmund drew our swords and the other guy hesitated and drew his with a worried look on his face (he said he knows nothing about Narnia and had never been to there before). We walked slowly through the small cavern and then a giant troll came out and swung his mace at us. He had spiked armor and a spiked helmet but his arms and legs were exposed. We all scrambled and fought. My sword had a small handle and was near useless, every time I hit the troll I almost lost my grip on the sword. I looked for anything to fight with and found a pile of swords most of them looked like toy swords. The troll went for the others and this gave me time to get a better weapon. The first one I picked up was the biggest one with a dragon scale design and a dragon head on the hilt. It was perfect and light but when I felt it, it was dull (every sword in my dream was dull). I fought with it anyway and battered him with it but never could cut him. After many minutes of fighting, Edmund jumped and stabbed the troll through his armor into his heart. The cavern shook when it hit the ground. We all were out of breath. Edmund said we had done our job.

I could see that the cavern went on but no torches were up anywhere else in the cavern. We were leaving and I was happy for my new sword but then as we walked out of the cavern, I knew it would not come with me from Narnia because you can't bring anything with you from Narnia. As we went through the door my sword turned into a gold mist and vanished. After we closed the door the other guy wanted to know if he would ever go back in their again and Edmund said he will eventually but not for a while.

We walked back to the dock where our ship was and now my cousin Jacob was with us. We didn't have phones and Jacob let us use his and we called the ship and they said it would be a little bit but they were on there way. We all waited and the direction the ship was coming from was thunderstorming and pouring rain with high waves. We were a little worried. All of these refugees were on the dock with us who were mostly women and children who looked like they had lost everything.

We all waited for the ship and when the ship got back it looked more futuristic and not as long but taller. As we got on Edmund gave me a model of the ship that was about a foot long and was telling me it was the same ship but had changed and showed me more on the model about the new additions and then I woke up.

Semi-Lucid

Hello, everyone! My first Semi-Lucid Dream starts here:I was in a Big, Black, Colosseum. The flour Chrome and everything (Including the sky) was black (But there was about as much light was a sonny day). I wandered out of the Colosseum and looked around. I went back into the Colosseum and the insides turned into a big park with lots of slides (Everything is still black, and remains that way for the entire Dream). I slid down all of the Slides. Some of the slides had Bowsers face on the ends of them. Suddenly, all of the slides brook into pieces. I climbed over some of the debris of the slides. Suddenly again, A huge slide that had to be as big as a Skyscraper, rises out of the ground. I start climbing the ladder on the edge of it. The Dream cuts to when I get to the top. When I get up there, I look down at the huge ladder I climbed up. I turn around and see the White Witch from the movie Narnia. She says,"Come... " and goes down the huge slide. I about to too but I wake up The End

Monday, June 28, 2010

A couple weeks ago, I implemented a new rule: DC's aren't allowed to drive. Apparently, I'm one to talk.




I decide to give up my job in Quickton. I'm never going to have enough money for this, so it's time to leave. I hop on a bus, going west.

Calgary is on a terrorist alert; somebody tried to get into the States and do something bad. As such, travel into the States is practically cut off for the time being.

I'm on a boat, out in the ocean. It's a small boat, and I'm just sitting on a bench holding my backpack. I might be drawing on my ridiculously oversize tablet. The captain comes up to me and says we're getting close to the path of my next ship, so I should pack up. He hands me a whole bunch of change to cover the fare for the next boat.

I wander onto the second boat with my tablet and my backpack. I'm shown to my room. The room itself keeps changing. There are huge windows looking out into a hallway at first, and the whole hallway is covered in posters. Later, the windows look out over a hostel-style common room that I remember from another dream. I remember thinking that it would be really cool to have one of the rooms overlooking the common room on the second story.

I step through the wall and grab a book from one of the shelves.

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"They're fucking cannibals! Close the door, close the fucking door!"

This has happened before, I register dimly, we're on another loop. I'm too busy slamming the door on someone's fingers to notice. I kick them free and slam the door again. I'm turning the key on the ignition - Ben, why didn't you turn the car on while I was fighting - and barreling through the two dozen people in front of us. One hits the windshield, scrabbles for purchase, and goes sliding off as we pick up speed.

We're on the highway to Regina. It's night. I'm panicked and trying to decide if I should pull over and calm down or keep driving as fast as I can.

"Slow down," says my brother, "This isn't helping." We're fairly far away from the compound.

I slow down to 110 clicks, but I'm still passing other vehicles. This shouldn't be a double lane highway, should it?

My brother gives me a look.

"Shut up," I say, "The speed limit is 110."

The road is twisty and I'm not sure where the lanes are and I'm starting to get confused. Abruptly, the car takes a random turn to the left, and I'm in the ditch, driving through a field that doesn't feel much different than the road.

We come to a stop on another highway, adjacent to the first.

"Maybe we should go this way?" No response from my brother, so I put the car back in drive and start moving at a reasonable pace.

The road ends. We go flying off of a cliff. I see everything from the third person, the camera angle far above us and looking down at the mountains below.

This wouldn't happen in real life, I reason. This is obviously a dream. I remember making a car fly in one of my previous dreams, so I try to do that now.

I'm alone, falling through the air without a vehicle. I've slowed my descent reasonably, and I land at the base of a cliff crawling with rock climbers.

I ignore them. What were my lucid goals again? Oh yeah, pyrokinesis. I bring my hands together like I'm holding a ball between them, and slowly bring them apart. Nothing's happening.

I take a deep breath, focus on all of the rage and anger and fear that I felt in the previous dream. I bring my hands apart, and this time a chain of beads of fire forms between them. I wave my hands and the fire dissipates.

Huh. Apparently it's easier to summon fire when you're actually being threatened. Good to know.

I grab a cardboard box wedged in the rocks behind me and try to do the same thing. The cardboard smoulders on one edge, but doesn't catch fire.

I climb up the cliff face and sit on one of the ledges. The place has shifted into an immense cavern, and sunlight is streaming in through the many entrances. The rock varies from pure white marble to pale grey granite.

I see a pack of wolves in the distance. They're beautiful. They're on the same level as me. They get closer, and one comes over and sniffs at me. I growl at him, and he dances back, cautious. He comes closer again.

We're standing at the ground level of the cave, trying to communicate. The wolf catches onto English quickly, and soon we're having a conversation that I can't remember.

At the same time, we hear someone approaching in the distance.

"It's a hunter," I tell the wolf. "You should run. Take the rest of your pack with you."

Suddenly, I'm a lot younger, and won't be able to stand up to the hunter.

The hunter shows up and realizes that his quarry got away. He gives me a ride back to town.

"This place is totally empty," he tells me, "You might not be able to get a ride out for a while."

"No worries." I eye the empty stretch of highway, remember what someone said on the forums. I hold my thumb out, and someone shows up within seconds.

I climb into the car with a bunch of girls - there's one seat left - and we drive off to wherever we're going. I try to pay attention to the roads so I can remember how we got there.

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A dream about a bunch of different worlds. Apparently Aslan kicked everybody (including the animals) out of Narnia. Now talking animals and fairies and Faeries are wandering from world to world, trying to find somewhere to live. So am I, for that matter.

I knock on the door. It opens to a short old woman, who asks what my name is.

"I'm Rory."

"No, you're not," she says, sounding angry. Apparently there's a prophecy about a girl named Rory.

"I'm Rory, but I'm a guy?"

"Oh, well, that's okay then." She invites me inside.

There are fairies in cages. I can see the daring rescue from here.

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I'm Harry Dresden, and I'm in a city... somewhere. I remember that I was looking for ways to travel in dreams, and I wonder if I can use the Ways through Faerie.

I'm reading the new Dresden Files book. My mom is in the room.

"Oh, come on!" I say. My mom looks up, questioning.

"Everyone is Michael's vessel. Dean Winchester was Michael's vessel. In that last thing I read, Lucifer was Michael's vessel. Now Dresden? This is getting ridiculous."

Besides, Dresden already got possessed by an angel.

My Driving. Scare Factor: 4.

The Ways might be an interesting way of getting around, though. Dissolve the dream, wander through the Void, find what I'm looking for.

(The Void being that blackness that seems to be behind every dream.)