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Space 1


some really weird abstract space dream. I think I was flying in a ship and was entering a place like in a starfox video game. There was this HUGE mother ship that I was flying through and trying to blow up. I think i hit a critical part but it didn't blow. I had to exit the mother ship. I tried to fly back in but it was impossible to do so because of a shield of some sort blocking me out.

Space 2

Really weird dream of just floating in space near a large planet like jupiter. I was facing some other space dude. His eyes were black portals and I got pulled into them. Then i was near some Nebula. I saw the black portal closing from where i came. So I flew towards it but it dissapeared. So i get flying towards the nebula but it never got any larger. It's like I wasn't moving at all.

False awakening

FA, and I'm in some dark room. I think i feel the presence of a woman so I try to make her appear but it turns out she's not there. I get up and go looking for her but I can't remember the dream.

Hypnagogic stuff

Some HI stuff about sexual things so gross that I won't even mention what it was.

Guitar

I was playing on an acoustic guitar with black blotches marking the chords I was supposed to play. Turned out to be the song by ST Sanders where he makes fun of a Beatles music video. I think I clearly remember where the chords were...



I was just singing along with the stupid lyrics. I got to the end where I sand, "Elm. Beef, Elm, Bee-hee-hoo!" and some guy was singing the very end with me. I found it rather funny.

Dream of October 12th, 2010

Yeeesss!!! Success again! ^_^ When I was going to sleep I tried to keep my mind fairly awake like when trying to WILD, but eventually I pretty much gave up and just let my mind wander.

I my random thoughts ended up turning into a dream, which I wasn’t lucid in. I had been thinking about these people fighting is some futuristic armor like robots and that’s what my dream was at first.

Later I dreamt that I was at a playground and I saw my old cat Osiris (my white cat who died a few years ago). Osiris looked like a kitten, about the age of older black kitten I saw a few houses down from where I live. My sisters and my cousin were with me and we were all younger. We ran up to Osiris and started snuggling her, which then it reminded me of another dream that I had a long time ago where Osiris had come back to life. I told my sisters and cousins this, and then I realized that this was also a dream.

At first I was going to just keep going along with the dreams plot because I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough time to do what I want to in the dream, but then I decided that I’d just try to get done as much as I could in the dream for now. The first thing I remembered was how I want to go to Hyrule by making a portal. I ended up remembering the dream I had a few nights ago where I drew a portal with a marker, so I tried reaching into the pocket in my pants and imagining that I would pull out a marker.

When I took my hand back out of my pocket I found that I was not holding a marker, but I was determined to make a portal. So, even though I didn’t have the marker I still tried to draw a portal in the air like I had done before. I found that when I went to draw the marker appeared in my hand. The drawing ended up appearing in the air like last time but after drawing it the drawing started to fall to the ground; I tried holding it up but it didn’t work.

I was quite disappointed that the drawing hadn’t worked, but then I decided I try a different way to get there. I decided I’d try the second thing I had done after drawing the picture, rubbing the air as if I were defogging a window and imagining what I would see on the other side, and that’s what I did. I walked into one of the play structures in the playground and rubbed my hand in the air, and it felt as if I were actually rubbing a window. After rubbing it a bit I noticed that my breath was starting to show up on the invisible window and then I started to see a scene from Ocarina of time (pretty much just some grass and trees but I could recognize it). I started to get excited and then I tried to break the window to get through, but my hand just kept going through, except for the one I still had laying on the glass, so I tried to aim closer to where my other hand wasn’t going through. After many attempts I gave up and just wandered into some other part of the dream.

After some other events I ended up in my bedroom at my old house. For some strange reason I was on the floor in my covers squirming around in them, trying to get warm when my mum burst into the room. She walked up to me and she was holding a glass of water, she bent down and then said, “Control this water.”

I looked at the cup filled with water, then at my mother and said “Ok”. I held up my arms and then focused on the water I used motions with my hands and the power of my mind to lift up the water, but then my mom told me to try to only control the water with my mind and not use any motions, so I did; it felt so awesome to control the water with just willpower alone. ^_^

I can't wait till I have more lucid dreams!

Dream of October 9th, 2010

Well….. I’m making progress. ^_^

Last night I attempted a WILD, but it didn’t work, although later I ended up having a DILD. I can’t quite remember how it happened because I had two dreams last night and in the first one I was lucid.

In the dream I was at a house where a lady was and maybe my sisters. The lady that was there ended up chasing me, but I can’t remember why. To escape her I flew, which caused me to suddenly realize, “Hey, I’m dreaming”. Strangely, I started to feel almost like I was dreaming and awake at the same time, like I could feel light near my eyelids in bed, so I tried to concentrate on the dream and make it stabilize, and I tried to remember my goals. After flying for a ways I either teleported or my flight just brought me to a different area. The area I was in was quite dark, and I think I was in a building. I tried thinking about my goals again.

The first thing that came to my head when I was thinking about goals was making a portal, and going to Hyrule. I had imagined many times in waking life how I would make a portal. I would draw an oval like shape in the air and then the air would shimmer inside the oval and on the other side I would be able to see my destination; it did not go as I had planned. When I went to draw the portal a blue marker materialized in my hand. I used the marker and drew an oval in the air. The air did not shimmer like I had wanted, and when I put my head through the floating oval I found that I was still in the same area, but I was determined to make it work.

I took my head out of the floating drawing of an oval and then I focused my will and tried to rub the area inside the oval as if I were trying to defog a window; it worked. The area I had rubbed started to become a semi-transparent image of a underground tunnel. Rubbing the air was difficult, for I had to focus to keep my hand from just going through the oval, but I managed. Eventually I had a big enough area to go through and there was now a clear opaque image of a scene on the other side. Now I had to figure out how to get through the floating window; I decided that I would break it.

I smashed the floating window and bits of glass, or something of that nature, fell onto the ground. Now it seemed like there was a big hole floating in the air. I jumped into the hole. Once I was through the hole I saw that I had indeed made a portal, for I was now in a completely different area, but unfortunately not in Hyrule. I remember running or flying down the tunnel after that and meeting some enemies but I can’t remember what happened after that, and think it might have been because I had woken up.

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My second dream involved a game. There was this shadowy inky stuff that infected people and somewhat controlled them. I was flying around in the area, which was a valley with a crater lake on one side and a tower on the other. I flew by the tower when the black goop tried to attack me. The goop was trying to control me but I wouldn’t let it. I flew away and saw a group of people who appeared to have been infected by the goop and some other people who weren’t infected. The two groups started fighting each other and I could hear the infected telling them “Join us, give in”, or something of that nature.

After that the dream turned into even more of a game, well, more like a game editor. My sisters were there and they were telling me what to make. I was able to use the characters and set them up in different areas, change their personalities, and basically just change the whole story. My sisters and I ended up deciding on a story about a large black dragon, and soon after I woke up.

I watched The Last Exorcism last night. It was boring, and the shaky cam made me nauseous.

I'm sitting in the hotel lobby, because it's really hard to sleep after a dream like this. Everyone else in my party is still in dreamland, of course.

I just have more fun there.

09/06/10

In which I'm confronted by a creepy little demon girl.



The case contains four Books from the Akashic Records. I pull off the lid reverently, and the three of us peer into the box.

I pull out a dusty, leatherbound edition, and turn it over in my hands. The cover is blank, but the unwritten words pop out at me in red script.

To read this text is to risk eternal damnation.

I open the Book without another thought. It falls open to a spot near the center, revealing an illustration of a beast with horns, wreathed in flame. So this is the comprehensive guide to demonology. I skim the Latin text, translating automatically. The demon has a name something like "K'nushekkal". I turn the name over in my mind, not willing to risk saying it out loud.

Actually, I think about it. Just to see what would happen.

I'm more interested in the other two books.

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I hear movement, and wake up in a dark room. I feel like it's my bedroom, but the place bears no resemblance to anywhere I've ever lived.

The blankets are bunched up at my feet, and I sit up, bringing my knees up to my chest. I'm looking at my hands, trying to count my fingers, but I can barely see. It's just light enough for everything to take on a dark blue hue. I peer at my fingers, touching each one with the other hand.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." I mutter. The number's not right, but I think I might be seeing things.

No. I can see the pinky digits twisting into each other. I'm dreaming.

I feel a puff of breath on my ear, almost a laugh. "You're a natural," says an otherworldly voice. I can hear the smile in it.

I turn my head slowly to the left, not moving another muscle. A little girl in a white nightdress, maybe twelve years old, is leaning against the side of my bed, grinning up at me. Her irises are such a dark brown that it looks like her eyes are all black. The whites of her eyes seem to glow.

And her nails are digging into the skin of my forearm, holding me in a vice-grip.

Before I can react, she's pulling me through a tear in the dream, straight through the back of a bookshelf. Dark grey mist howls around us, and I can feel her pulling me down. Screams linger at the limits of my hearing, and a tendril of fear slithers through me.

What the hell, I think, giving myself over to the sensation. I want to see where this goes. I close my eyes.

When I open them, I'm standing in the bedroom, across the room from the demon. Her hands are clenched into fists and she's scowling.

"Hm," I say, tilting my head to the side, "You're one of the demons from The Book. I recognize you." Not by sight, of course, but the pages left an imprint.

I cast a glance around the room behind her. Like I thought, the demon is standing next to The Books. That's irritating. I really want to read the other three.

The demon tenses, and I grin as I rush her, landing a hit that sends her sprawling to the side. I keep up my momentum, going to grab the box.

She hits me from the back. I spin around to face her, but she's running at me again. We land on the ground, each trying to pin the other down. I can feel her demonic form at this point, even if I can't see it.

I have her pinned by the arms when I realize that I won't be able to contain her. Calmly, I come to a conclusion. Without a physical weapon, I start to sever her limbs from her body. I pick up an arm and throw it away from the rest of her, cut off her head and kick it away from the rest of the body. I'll scatter the pieces around the house. In the time it takes the demon to pull herself together, I'll have read at least some of the other books.

I'm sawing apart a Barbie doll. Then I wake up.

Scare Factor: 5/10
Rating: 6/10

I'm not crazy.

I was at home sitting on the couch in my living room. I was drawing up something for my school project. Concept art. I didn't like how it was turning out at all. I decided to take a break. On a hunch I did a RC… and found out I was dreaming! Awesome, a spontaneous RC leading to lucidity!

Now that I was lucid, I decided to do something with the dream. I went out on the front porch and jumped off, flying for a short distance before landing, I took off again and flew some more. I was trying to think where I wanted to go. I would just let my subconscious guide me to where I need to be. I tried to open a portal… nothing. I did an additional RC to be sure I was dreaming. I was. Hmmm… maybe I did need a destination. I wondered where I could go. I thought I would drop in on MoSh. We didn't have anything planned, but I could still drop in. I tried again to open a portal. Nothing. Damn… this was getting annoying… I landed on the ground to think for a few minutes. I found myself confirming that I was in a dream state by pinching my nose and breathing. Still dreaming, still lucid… So what was going on?! I decided to go to the moon. I focused on opening a portal to the biodome. I focused as much as I could… nothing. Wow… this could really suck.

I went back into the house to think a bit. I did another RC just to be sure I really was in the dream state… and I found out I was definitely dreaming. So why couldn't I open a portal? I could fly… I got another idea. I went to a closed door to my bedroom. I stood there beside the door and visualized it as leading to the biocome, picturing the green trees and grass around the koi pond. When I got the vision as clear as I could I opened the door… fail. All I saw on the other side of the door was my own messy room. Crap!

I went back outside as I tried to think of what else to try. I wondered if this could be another Templar trick… the Templars had nullified my powers again somehow… did that mean they were lurking in the area with some horrible torture all prepared for me? I looked around quickly but I didn't see anyone. I was alone in the desert. I pushed thoughts of the Templars out of my mind. Getting paranoid would do no good. I looked into the sky and I saw the moon up there.

Ok… so I would just fly to the moon. That seems like the hard way to get there, but if it was the only way I'd make it, I would definitely try.

I took off flying again. I flew towards the moon, straight up… but I couldn't really get anywhere… I could hover and fly a bit, but I couldn't get very far off of the ground. Wtf? Damn! This was so frustrating! I kept trying to fly until the frustration of it all finally woke me up.

I work on my lucid goals and try to ignore my interfering parents.

I'm wandering through a house, and I stop at a piano. There's sheet music open, and it looks interesting, so I sit down and start to play it. I play the song through entirely, and listen to the notes hum and fade away as the song ends. Then I start from the beginning, trying to memorize it.

Still in the house, which I think might belong to a relative. My dad stops me and asks for my help with something, but something feels off. I realize that I'm dreaming and take in my surroundings, surprised by how stable the dream is, and how real everything looks. My dad still wants help, but I tell him that I can't get caught up in the dream-plot.

It was hard to tell, I say to my mom, that this was a dream. Our surroundings have been very stable, and the only part of the house that's changed has been the twin beds that appeared in the living room.

I try to remember my dream goals. Right, I wanted to open a portal. I stretch out my hand and will a circle to form, growing outward from the spot where my hand is. I start to see blue rings form, but the dream fades.

I see title credits. That's it: a black background with words on it. I don't even have a body, though I'm still lucid. My entire awareness is focused within this little black box I've made for myself.

Frustrated, I post the journal entry on the forums, in my old DJ thread. The Cusp (who I don't think I've ever interacted with) makes a few suffestions. He says that if portals don't work for me, I shouldn't force it, and should try another method.

Scare Factor: 2.

I am, once again, my female Lucifer character, where I introduce myself to people as Sam. I'm following a version of the character in which I'm sent from place to place through dimensional portals. I open the portals myself, but I have no idea where they lead to when I step through. I don't remember most of this dream, which is a shame, because it was fun. I think.

I've secured myself an invite into the apartment. I don't need it; it's just polite. I open up the window and step inside and -

splash

- find myself doused in holy water. It has no effect, of course.

Buffy is very suspicious of me, for good reason, I suppose. I'm not actually an antagonist to her and Angel, though. This time.

Buffy, When You're Quite Possibly Evil, Maybe. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: I really wish I could remember more of this.

March 13, 2010

Um, spoilers for Supernatural 5x08.

I think I can state at this point that I am having a bad day. My brother, Sam, has a tendency to randomly disappear and come home possessed, but usually these trips don't involve extra-dimensional portals. Goddamnit.

Also, I can't find my jacket.

"So, you're absolutely sure we'll be able to get back."

"For the last time, boy," Bobby says, glaring at me for asking the same question several times, "This plan is foolproof."

"Right. Foolproof." I look from the frayed rope looped around my waist, tied to a wooden post on Bobby's porch, to the bright and swirly portal leading to God knows where. "Bobby, I don't doubt your excellent research capabilities, but is this really going to work?"

"Do you want to find Sam or not?"

This pretty much ends all discussion on the matter, and I find myself stepping through the ominous swirly lights...

...and into a bar.

The first thing I notice is that guy from the fan convention drinking at the bar. The second thing I notice: he's wearing my jacket. One bar fight later -

(and I have to figure out how to steal a jacket off of someone who's wearing it. In the chaos, I figure it'll be easy enough just to will it into my hands rather than work on the physical mechanics of how you would get a jacket off of someone in a fight)

- I have my jacket back. Oddly, it seems a little big for me.

Sam's on the other side of the room, talking to someone who I don't actually pay any attention to. I march over there, "Excuse us," and drag Sam a few feet away.

"Okay, we have got to get out of here."

Sam just looks amused.

We continue walking over to where the portal is - I can see it, swirly pink and blue lights and all - and I walk through it. Ow. I walk straight into the wall behind it.

"Oh," says Sam, looking thoughtful, "Looks like you can't get me through this way."

I'm out of time; if I don't leave now I'll be trapped in this dimension as well. Away from the apocalypse and all, but still.

A flicker. Sam's face seems overlaid by something. Another face, one that I recognize.

I rush at him, stopped after a couple of feet, held fast to the portal.

"Where's Sam?" I growl.

The fake Sam just smiles and walks away, waving.

"Gabriel!" I shout after him, "GABRIEL!" Everything fades out, and suddenly I'm standing back on Bobby's porch.

"So, how did that go?" asks Bobby.

He gets no response.

"Oh well, we'll try again later."

I stand dumbly on the porch as he walks away for a few moments, before -

That's not Bobby.

Son of a bitch. Where the hell is a wooden stake angel-killing knife archangel's sword when you need one?

Bad Fanfiction. Scare Factor: 2/10. Fun for the writer, torture for the reader. And the Trickster's not too bad... as long as he's not killing you several dozen times over.