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Backround history: In the dream, it was so ilegal to skipp school that you got shoot right on spot if the polis realized that you where skipping school.

The dream: The dream starts of with me who are on a buss thinking on that i am on my way to freedom from school. (Wich is akward because i like school ) for some reason, my sister are on the same buss.

The buss stop's at my old kindergarten. Wich is a exact replica of a place 1 kilometer from my house.

I start's to run because i want to be very far away when the police starts to look after me.( In my dream, i starts to think on my previous attempt of skipping school, wich was a actuall dream. So you can say that this was a continuation of a dream that i had 6 month's ago)

I gets telleported to a candy store and buy's candy. All of the sudden, my sister comes into the store and starts begging me for candy . I get's telleported to a place 200 meters from my old kindergarten and starts to run again.

I get's telleported AGAIN to a medow 500 meters from the spot and start's to run again.
I see a huge hole( Wich is reinforced with concrete and looks like a bunker and a prision at the same time) and jumps down into the hole. I see alot of hot chics there who eats chicken
and ask's me if i want to join them. Then i wake's up

ps: sorry for bad english

1. I'm stuck in some sort of prison camp. The guards are making us take Prozac and there is a big cut on my arm. Strangely enough, the other prisoners seem happy to be there. Suddenly these large robots come in and start breaking down all the doors.

2. I'm taking a bus somewhere, but I'm not sure where I am going. I get off and go into a big house. There are lots of people inside who seem quite busy with something. A man passes me on the staircase and I ask "Hey, do you know where the hell we are?". He doesn't seem to know either. I'm holding in my hand a book of french lessons. Suddenly I notice that the book is hollow and full of illicit substances. I walk out into the front yard and suddenly it's sunny out (it was dark when I arrived at the house). I walk out into the driveway and see people that I think I might know all cramming into a car. I walk over to them and try to give them my book. They won't take it and someone scolds me. Someone reaches into my bag and grabs a sandwich that I had packed. I hear the song "Lost Highway" by Hank Williams on the car radio. I pick up a rotting tomato slice on the pavement and take it over to what seems to be a compost bin. I open it up and toss it in, but while I have the lid open, dozens of bees start swarming out and I run away.

3. I feel my rib cage and I am horrified to find that I have lost a very unhealthy amount of weight. All of my ribs are sticking out way further than they should be. Suddenly I can see myself as if I am outside my body. I see my stomach swell out as if I am pregnant, but the rest of me stays frail and skeletal.

4. I'm trying to make burritos, but I keep screwing up the tortillas. They are ripping and unraveling all over the place, and the burrito filling is getting everywhere.

5. I'm in a house that I do not recognize. There is some sort of gathering there. For some reason, Tony Soprano is there. Maybe because I fell asleep watching the Sopranos. I run into him in a room in the house where we are alone, but suddenly the scene melts away and I find myself laying on a staircase. I get up and walk around. I think that I am supposed to meet my mom somewhere. I go outside and look down the hill that the house is on. I see a crowd of people wearing academic robes. I can pick my mom out of the crowd, because her robe is bright green and the rest of the crowd wears black. My cell phone rings and it's my mom calling to tell me that the ceremony is taking a long time.

6. I'm sliding down a road on my stomach, as if I were on a luge headfirst. I am going faster than any car could go. It's kind of like half sliding, half flying. It's night time and I can see the lights of a city in the distance.

February 12, 2011
Lucid Dream 179: Out with a Bang!
Series: Fearless, Episode 2
around 5:00am
DILD

Category - Action


I was running down a back alley. I needed to find somewhere good to hide. I heard a man shout, "Freeze!" I immediately dove head first through a nearby window. The process of diving through made me lucid (one of my usual lucid activities). I scrambled to my feet and waiting just beside the window/against the wall. The cop placed one leg through and I immediately grabbed it and slammed it down onto the leftover shards of broken glass. The glass was still sticking up in the frame and hadn't been completely busted out. The officers leg sliced like butter and separated from his body. I smacked him across the face with it and knocked the rest of him back out of the window. I then took off running through the house. There were random DCs sitting on the couch as I ran by. I busted out of the front door and began running through house after house. One had a hot Latina chick in the shower. I did the comedy movie-esque stop and stare for a moment. I then took off and exited out onto the street. I lost lucidity somewhere around here.

I ran down toward a forest but as I approached the edge, another cop sprung from behind a tree and tackled me. I proceeded to fight him as well. I took his combat knife from him and stabbed him. By that time, I was surrounded by pointed guns. Having no way out, I surrendered. They cuffed me and took me to a prison. I vaguely remember getting my mugshot taken and then I was in the shower room. The showers were individual stalls (like in a normal bathroom). One arm was handcuffed to a bar that hung above the stall. The officer/guard waited on the outside. I kept trying to think of a way to escape, but I couldn't think of anything. I knew I had possibly killed two cops, but at the very least had two attempted murder counts, along with a plethora of other offenses. I was looking at life. I attempted to shower, but it was crazy difficult to maneuver with one arm handcuffed above. I heard a quiet "ping" sound. I looked down and saw an ink pen had been dropped by the guard. I quickly snatched it with my toes and passed it on to my hands. I immediately bent the metal clasp (on the pen) into a lock-picking shape. I then used it to free the handcuffs. I kicked open the door to the stall, knocking the officer down. I then grabbed the back of his head and slammed it against the nearby sink, knocking him out. I regained lucidity at this time.

Now wearing police gear, I walked around the prison acting like I knew everyone. I went looking for the high security area of the prison. I found a steel door cell with a small slide door for food delivery. I slid it open and whistled for the prisoner over. He was a beastly russian dude (I'll call him Dimitri, even though he was nameless). I told him that I would let him out if he helped me fight through the hordes of guards/officers. I told him to step away from the door and I kicked it clean off the hinges. We took off down the hall and jumped a couple guards (who were toting M4's). We stole their guns, shot them, and then heard the sirens going off. We shot our way through three guards who met us at a corridor. I lost lucidity during this gunfight. I saw a ladder that led to a high ceiling. I began climbing and told Dimitri to follow. I reached the top and Dimitri was about halfway when a group of guards came in and shot him off the ladder. I opened the small door on the ceiling and entered the attic. There was a window, so I shot it out and jumped through, landing on a separate section of the roof. I then jumped down off the roof and tossed aside the gun (its clip was empty).

The prison was in the middle of a small community/town. The ground was covered in snow and I dove head first into a slide and slid all the way down a hill (unrealistically mind you) to the bottom area of the town. Once I reached the bottom, I looked back and saw a group of policeman following. I entered the nearby building. I knew who was hiding out in the building. As I climbed the first set of stairs, I called out..."Yo its me, Zack! KingYoshi!" Mike (my friend) walked around the corner holding a shotgun. He said, "You just about got your head blown off!" I quickly told him I had broke out and there were police coming now. We ran upstairs and into the top of the building was a condo. There tons of weapons laying out. Brandon was also there. I grabbed a shotgun, an AK-47, some ninja stars, and a katana. Moments later the cops burst through the door and we started an intense gun fight. It reminded me of the one in the movie "Takers." I awoke during this time (before I got to use my ninja sword ).

Series Details
Join all the action in the dream series, "Fearless." You never know what I may run into, but you can guarantee I'm ready for a fight. Stay tuned for more blades, guns, and explosions in this series!

9.1.2011

Prince (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Blurs. Orange and dark, everything fades: out of existence, into existence. This room is my prison, and my mind, my thoughts, my will, they lay suppressed, fighting for air, life, and the ability to soar. A callous laugh rings about me; my soul is his, he says, my struggle futile. . .

I disagree.

This dream, this state, I will overcome it!

A flash.

Light greets my eyes as I rise above the strength of my captor, as I rise into lucidity.

I've been here before.

A Demon Lord smiles at me blackly, ethereal, flowing, seated on his throne, behind his servants, their detailed malevolence and dark beauty equally as vivid as the one they serve. I cannot best him, he informs me, for I am nothing.

Uninterested, walking away, through the open courtyard, I spot my betrayer, a Monkey King who had led me to this place. But for what, I wonder. He seems stricken, upset I have seen his true colors. Is that regret in his eyes?

The Lord rises from his throne, following after me, through the throng of laughing demons, all in their higher forms. Are they laughing at me? Or at the incompetence of their Prince? I can't be sure, but his taunting is starting to annoy me.

The wind blows through the short, pale, snow-dipped grass as I turn around to face this Lord, Prince, whatever he might be. He sneers, and turns his back on me. He really knows how to push my buttons.

I raise my hand, but my mind can't make contact. Is my TK useless here? No, surely that can't be, not at my level of control. I try again, this time with two hands, remembering how powerful my TK has proven itself in the past. The Demon Lord seems horribly surprised when his head jerks violently to the side. But it's not enough; he's resisting. Pouring on the pressure, another 60 degrees, but still he stands. Again and again, I throttle and wind his neck on its axis, rotating it in circle after circle, but all I earn is a disgusting look of wonderment.

I decide to take a different approach, taking to the air, and raising my arms up above my head, letting loose a primal shout. A yellow, pulsing aura bursts from my body whilst my hair, now bright and golden, spikes downward, extending into an impressive, body-length mane. Above me, a yellow, glowing orb starts to grow. I feed it my rage, imbuing the ball with a dark red energy. Swirling now, yellow and red, it grows as I scream, as the Demon Lord approaches me, licking his lips.

In moments, I've grown my attack large enough to vaporize my foe in one fell swoop. So why does he look unconcerned? Is this really all I can do? He seems to think so, but I feel like I can make things more interesting. . .

“Chidori!”

Blue electricity shoots up my arm and fuses with the ball, coating it in a spiral of jagged cerulean lightning. The Demon Lord smile fades. He asks me what I've just done, but the only answer I give is cryptic, even to me. With a cry, I bring down my arms, hurling this orb of death at my enemy, who appears to me now as Frieza. To my surprise, he simply stands there as the blast hits his plated chest. Does he really think he can absorb that?

I watch as he finally realizes what the chidori fusion was designed to do: penetrate his defenses like a knife through taught paper. But by then, it's too late; his last ditch effort to evade the technique only saves a fourth of his body. Part of that fourth, still floating in the air, looks back at me, forever set in an expression of despair and confusion.

I start off being in what I assume is a hospital, though it smells sort of like chlorine and looks more like a cell block. I'm somewhere in a lobby when my sister, the mother of my late nephew, walks up to me and gives me a set of instructions. I am to put on scrubs as if I'm about to participate in a surgery, and to meet her in a room that she gave me the number of. After I do what she has told me, I walk into the room. The entire room is very large and separated by a white curtain. On my half of the curtain there is absolutely nothing except for the walls and the door. However, when I walk past the curtain I see several hospital instruments, my sister, and a metal gurney with my nephew laying on it.

My sister tells me that the whole time my nephew was alive, he just needed a special sort of pacemaker to make sure he stayed that way. Even 3 months after his death, she told nobody because they had already had the funeral and burial and that she did not want to frighten anybody. He then looks at me and smiles and tells me how much he's missed me. Just as I start to cry in my dream, I wake up.

When my dream starts, I'm in what looks like a prison cell. The light is low and has an orange-ish tint to it, and the inside of my cell is dank and grimy. There is no furniture whatsoever in there. I'm in there with one other person, who I ask the question about our location. She tells me that we're in some sort of prison that's supposed to be containing some of the most powerful abilities in the world. Mine, I know, is that I can see the quickly upcoming future and am able to make a decision (either good, or bad) that will affect it to become what I want it to be. My cell mate does not tell me what hers is. Across from our cell is a cell containing a tall, lanky guy. She introduces him to me as being someone who can cancel out others' abilities. Apparently we're all wanted by some head mastermind so that he can gain control over the universe. However, none of us are wanting to be there.

I keep seeing people coming to visit our cells to talk to us. The thing about where we're at is that, behind the bars, our powers are mostly suppressed, so I can do nothing about this. My dream gets a little fuzzy around here until I somehow figure out how to work around the system. We plan an escape and as soon as my two friends and I make it out of our cells, I wake up from my dream.

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

Notes:
I watched The Dark Knight yesterday.

In this shorter dream, I'd made a pact with myself to rescue Bruce Wayne from prison. Apparently he was caught by police, or something. I didn't really think about the details in the dream, although I'm sure there was an explanation as to why it happened. I don't recall actually seeing myself go into the prison, but I simply walked down a set of stairs and turned a corner to see a set of five or six stairs leading up to a slight platform. This was in the basement of the prison, I knew. It was well-lit and made mostly of concrete, in pretty good condition, but I could see green fungus or something in a few of the corners. It seemed dank. On the steps, there were a bunch of inmates just sitting there and talking amongst each other, rather quietly and reserved. Two convicts were playing rock-paper-scissors. As a group, they didn't really look that much like criminals because they weren't that grungy or scary-looking. They just looked like bikers.

Bruce Wayne was sitting among these inmates, against the wall, looking around and only moving a little bit to adjust his position. He was in a basic suit and tie which looked a bit scuffed-up. He obviously looked like Christian Bale. He looked at me and said, "what are you doing here?"

"To rescue you. Let's go."

"How did you get in?"

"The guards are down."

As I spoke, the convicts looked at me curiously. One narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but none spoke to me directly.

Bruce said, "I like it here. I'm not going."

"Fine."

I started to turn around and leave, and then my alarm woke me up.

I don't know how the zombie apocalypse starts in my dream. When I enter, the pandemic has already begun and where I am at there seems to be nobody around. I walk through what seems to be a large, courtyard type area outside of a medium sized cottage house. I enter the house through some French doors and flip on some lights. I had entered what seemed to be the kitchen area, though it's rather small. When I switch on the lights, I all of a sudden can see zombies meandering around the courtyard exactly where I had been only a moment before. However, they don't seem to take any care in the fact that I am drawing attention to myself. I then go to the stove and pick up a frying pan that I intend to use as a weapon.

I look out the French doors from where I just came and notice a large pipe about waist high going through what all of a sudden appears to be a extremely thick brick wall starting at the side of the cottage. Inside of the pipe is a boy who I seem to recognize, but I can't place who it is. Standing directly in front of the pipe with its back to the boy is another zombie. I can, however, tell that he's pleading for help so I begin to knock loudly on the windows farther away to draw all of the zombie's attentions. Suddenly alert to my presence, they all swarm to the area where I am knocking and begin to moan and claw at the glass. That is, all except the zombie standing in front of the boy. It stays oblivious until the boy finally decides to retreat into the pipe. Finally this particular zombie seems to take notice of movement and follows the boy into the pipe. Since the zombies are enthralled with where I was knocking on the glass, I decide to go try to help him and follow through the same pipe.

When I come out on the other side, it seems like we're in something similar to a darkly colored prison hall in aura. The entire hall is made of a dark steel. I immediately see the boy and the zombie wrestling with each other and I grip my skillet to get ready to help. The next thing I hear is the boy yelling at the zombie, "No! Don't bite me! Don't bite me!" A cold dread washed over me and I slowly shuffled around the fray and took off running down the hall, leaving the boy behind me. A guilt fills me as I hear him call after me, "No! Don't leave me behind! You'll regret this!"

Somehow I end up entering what seems to be a larger metal room filled with survivors. What's even more weird than coincidentally coming upon this group is that the boy I just left behind is sitting in the corner of the room with blood running down his arm. It seems that he was telling the story of his almost-escape from the disaster when he turns to speak to me, "I didn't get bitten by the zombie you saw me fighting. After I finally crushed his skull, I was attacked by another zombie that had found me. I could've been saved if you had been there." Almost as soon as he says these last words to me, I wake up.

As I enter my WILD, I find myself in a prison cell. There is nothing of special note about the place, it looks like a typical dungeon prison cell from some kind of a medieval or RPG world or something like that. I look at the door, it is locked securely from the outside, so there is no way I can open it up. I wonder how I am supposed to get out of there. I am messing around and I realize I am dressed as an Assassin, so I check and find my hidden blade is present. I have no other weapons. I wait for a bit, listening by the door, and finally I hear someone out there. I pound on the door, demanding someone come in there immediately, I figure it doesn't matter who it is. If it's a friend, I'll be glad to see them. If it's an enemy, they'll be sorry they met me. I wait a bit more and then there are keys in the door, it opens. A thug comes inside, it is pretty clear he is a thug, and he definitely doesn't look friendly. He pulls out a knife and says if I don't shut up he'll give me something to scream about. I say he wouldn't dare, he's alone. No one there to save him. He says he could handle me well enough, since I don't even have any weapons. I laugh to myself as he says that and tell him to prove it. He comes towards me, and I activate my hidden blade right as he arrives. He has a shocked look on his face as he is stabbed, he collapses to the ground and dies.

I don't have to look much to find the keys he had used to get into my cell, I take them since I am not sure if I might need them on my way out. I put my hidden blade away and peek out the door of my cell, there are surely more guards around there. There is one guard walking away from my cell on patrol. He turns around the corner and disappears, so I look quickly around one more time and head in his direction. I peek around the corner and see he is coming in my direction, patrolling back, so I lie in wait and greet him with a hidden blade to the gut… he dies. I make my way through the passages silently, though I am not sure when someone will find the bodies I am leaving in my wake. There is a locked door at the end of the hall, one of my keys fits it. I open it up just a crack and look in there to see there are some things on the table in the room as well as three guards. But that's ok… one of those things on the table is my sword! One of the guards is right next to the door… perfect… When I feel ready, I open the door quickly, slamming it into the guard by the door, vaulting over him as he is falling down to imbed my hidden blade in the throat of the guard across the table… that move must have looked pretty cool… I grab my sword from the table and run it through the third guard, cutting the one I knocked over as I spin back. There are now three dead guards in the room and I have my sword.

There are other items there, as well. I see a staff of some kind which I pick up, a strange book of some kind, and a small bag of something I don't take the time to examine. I pick up everything, I don't know who it belongs to, but I am certain it doesn't belong to these idiots here… I leave the room into an open area, a courtyard of some kind. I look around before completely entering the courtyard. There are several places to hide in the courtyard, and I think I can make it to the far gate without being seen. So I start making my way across, going from one area of cover to the next, using the night to cover my movements. I reach a spot about half way to the exit when I hear something, it sounds like an angry animal. I look around and see there is a wolf… or some kind of wolf animal, looks very large even for a wolf, and very pissed off. The assholes who had me locked up have the animal chained up on some rather short chains. I decide that is unacceptable, so I will release the wolf before leaving the compound. I'm not going to leave anyone chained up here.

I quietly go over to where the animal is chained, and it lunges in my direction. I wonder if the wolf will be able to understand what I'm there to do or if it will think I'm one of the enemies. I try to calm the wolf down, I tell the wolf that I am there to help, I will get those chains off, just don't attack me. The wolf does seem to understand that, so I go over there and unlock one of the chains that is holding the wolf. The wolf doesn't wait any longer for me to unlock the second chain, rather it pulls the second chain hard and breaks it before heading off across the courtyard. The wolf is making a lot of noise and commotion, which gets the attention of practically every guard in the place. The guards first look shocked that the wolf is free, then they look terrified of that, then they look dead after they get torn apart by teeth and claws… I watch the carnage for a bit until the wolf gets to a point where I won't be able to see it any more. The wolf looks back at me, I'd swear it shot a knowing nod off in my direction, then is gone from sight. The sounds of more carnage come from that direction. Now that there is no more benefit from secrecy, I take out my sword and take the direct route out the nearest exit and into the forest, cutting through three guards as I go.

I am hidden in the forest, I sit down to rest for a couple minutes. I am wondering if the wolf sure got out safely. I didn't see that it would be a problem considering what had happened to the guards I saw get torn apart. I am sitting there when I hear a sound from farther away in the forest. I hear something that sounds like growling, a couple sounds like a yelp, some growling that sounds suspiciously close to expletives, and finally a thud. Wtf? I wonder if something happened… I follow the sounds for a bit, making my way through the forest until I woke up.

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

I had just been sent to a prison for having "committed a crime", or so the authorities said. The building was large and didn't look at all like an actual prison, but it was more high-tech with smooth white walls and high ceilings. I started off in my cell, which was square-shaped and probably only around six by six feet. The walls were plain and smooth, with one having a small square mirror with a metal frame on it. There was a small black framework, only a few feet long, in the back of the room and across the top of the rectangular frame was mesh: a bed. There was a small rectangular entrance way on the back wall, next to the bed, and I went through it. There was a tiny bathroom, with just a white toilet and basic white sink, and on the wall was a mirror; it's rather hard to explain but it allowed people passing by (guards, most likely) to see inside while I was in the washroom.

I left the well-lit bathroom and went through the cell, opening the glass door and emerging into the hallway. The hallway had high ceilings and was very spacious; it was very long and went for at least two hundred feet down either way. There were a few cells next to mine, I saw, and taking up the rest of the building were white cubicles with business desks. People were sitting in them, neatly arranged, picking up phones. I saw three prisoners in very pale blue prisoner clothing walk by, talking amongst themselves.

After looking around for a few moments, I walked down the building, towards a set of large double doors that were in an entrance way like you'd find at a Wal-Mart. You know, that buffer zone where you first enter when you walk inside the building, then there's another set of doors to the actual store area itself? That's what it was like. I got to the end and pushed open the first set of doors, and then walked right out of the building. I saw another prisoner, in the same pale blue clothing, walk past me. No one stopped me as I left.

I considered the fact that I might have been dreaming, but wasn't aware enough to act on it.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:00 GMT – Sleep

Enemy of the State
I am in a future world. I’m wanted by the government. I’m considered a terrorist and an enemy of the state, only because I hang out with environmentalists and activists from human and animal rights. I am currently being chased because I participated at some action for animal liberation. I tried to delete my tracks, but they are still after me, so I am driving high speed for long time. I pass by paved roads, desert roads, off-road, railroads, highways, always speeding and making really cool (dangerous!) manoeuvres to pass other cars or obstacles. It feels like a racing game. At some point I even drove high speed on water (on a boat, I guess).
But after some time I am caught at a road block, where people are being mass detained. I am taken into a kind of camp where we are lined up on queues: they call our name and tell us to go to a designated queue (with a number). Then we’re arranged in groups and put on some facilities and given a password – each group has its own password and we can’t share it with people outside the group. People are kind of brainwashed because they are accepting all this as a game as if they are in some kiddie camp instead of a jail.
Some day, after being there for a while, a lady comes to me and whispers that she has some papers she must hide in a safe place and she trusts I will find such safe place, because I know people. I do talk to a few people and find one who has a safe locker where these can be hidden. I don’t know what they are about, but I know it’s important they aren’t found by the guards.
Later on I’m on a porch over an inner court. It’s damn cold and rainy. My mom comes up, for visiting me. But I am already heading inside, cause I can’t stand the cold. I tell her to come inside, but she on the other hand is feeling hot and wants to get some fresh hair. So I have to stay inside with my head sticking through the door to talk to her. When she finally comes inside, I sit over some low table that is in front of a sofa where she sits. A lady guard appears and scolds me for that, so I sit on the sofa to, feeling eager to get away from here.

5:40 GMT

Group of backpackers sleeping over
I’m alone at my late grandma’s house, on her office, writing. It’s quite dark and I realise it’s already night and I haven’t locked the front door. I go there and when I am closing the door, I am scared by a guy coming out of the kitchen’s dispensary. Right after I see a whole group of people with bags and backpacks coming from the next room. They are speaking foreign languages and don’t immediately notice me. I see a note from my uncle saying some group of researchers were dropping by to sleepover. Only now he tells me? I turn to them and this first guy is looking at me anxiously waiting that I say something so I tell them I will help them settle in and then he says “Ah, so you speak! Nice to hear your voice.”. Why that comment? It’s not like he said hi to me and I didn’t reply...

Fragment about DV
I was reading DV posts and there was a new RPG task which was described in two short sentences and was something totally outrageous - which unfortunately I can’t recall (it would be fun to know). I felt upset that I haven’t yet managed to do the latest task...

7:00 GMT

Great wall of unknown place
On a square of a beautiful old town, trying to take a picture of myself doing a V sign with my fingers when a couple offers to take the picture and I accept. I notice that I can’t really make the sign with my right hand – my fingers are stiff and don’t bend. Still they take the picture, I thank them and go close to them o get the camera. Then I see a sightseeing platform behind them with a marvellous view over mountains and valleys and a giant wall stretching from around this city to way beyond what my eyes can see. I make a surprised comment that I didn’t know this city was located so high and that there was a wall like the China’s Great Wall here. They smile and tell me I shouldn’t really miss it and I decide to go there right away.

Surreal water cube
Then I’m flying over the globe and I remember seeing Staten Island and the Statue of Liberty, the shoreline, ferries, cities, then a gap and later some lush green marshes, Christ the Redeemer satue in Brazil and beaches. I land on a beach in Brazil in some shallow waters. I see the waves hitting the sand and I decide to rest under some square shade covering an area on the sand. I am there enjoying the warmth and calmness when a wall of water rises and comes to hit the beach. I am scared by it but I also control it so I make it go around the place where I am. So, under this shade, no water enters, forming a cube of water all around. There’s total silence and a sense of wonder for this surreal image.

Organic book
I’m on some office, different from all others I’ve dreamed so far. The building is square with a central square staircase around which the open space (which should be a corridor) is an office, with desks all around. I am working on something related to Organic when, coincidentally I see Marcopolo coming up the stairs. I am sure he saw me and I go meet him as a good host. But when I arrive where he is supposed to be, he has disappeared. Only the people who were coming with him are there. I think he is avoiding me. One of the ladies of his group offers me a book still about to be published that looks so cool and is full of funny stories and jokes about the organic and environmentalist movement. I go back to my desk to show it to my colleagues.

8:00 GMT – Wake up

I was in some sort of game, and I had become stuck in this very long corridor stretching off far into the distance, into the darkness. I was near the entrance to the corridor, from outside. The corridor had no ceiling, but other than that it was a large, rectangular stone corridor. The stone was worn, it looked like it had been there since the beginning of time.

Anyways, in order to teleport to some location to continue the game, I had to eat a number of corrupted peas. Let me explain... vines covered some parts of the corridor's interior, and pea pods grew on the vines... every once in a while (the distribution was random) you would find a peapod that was dull red, with short purple vine-ish protrusions coming out of the ends... these were corrupted peapods. Apparently dark energy had leached into them. The number of corrupted peas I had to eat was enormous, 120 I believe, and the corrupted pods were so infrequent that I lamented ever finding enough to consume 120... however, with a few minutes of exploration I discovered that the corrupted pods appeared with an ever-increasing frequency the further you went down the corridor. I should have turned back then, but my oblivious non-lucid self kept walking, leaving the entrance further and further behind... remember that the corridor was open air, so I wasn't walking into pitch-darkness, but I sort of was, because after a while suddenly there seemed to be a roof, and even though it wasn't pitch pitch black I still got the feeling that I was walking closer and closer to some source of darkness at the end (and I mean that both literally, as in dark, and figuratively, as in evil).

I trotted happily along, collected corrupted pods to absent-mindedly pick open and eat the corrupted peas while I walked... eventually I felt as if I was no more than 100 feet from the end of the tunnel. I saw a side chamber, and felt an evil presence approaching from the end of the corridor... instinctively, I ducked into the side-chamber. I watched in hushed silence as a being of darkness floated past the entrance to the side chamber where I was hiding... my memory is a bit blurry here, but it looked like some sort of humanoid form composed of white and black flames. When I saw it, I got the instant feeling that it was a "lost soul," an "empty soul," a "hollow soul." And I also know that it would kill me if I alerted it to my presence.

When it was sufficiently far away, I exited the side chamber (interestingly enough, I had found my IRL neighbor's cat in there, that was the only non-creepy part of this whole dream hehe)... anyways, I exited the side chamber and walked briskly down the corridor once again, determined by some sort of mad curiosity to reach the end and see what was there. I found a glass push-door. I pushed it open, went in, and found myself in a very ordinary building. The whole building was one large room, with couches and bookshelves and other furniture. It was very large, and had massive wall-windows that let in sunlight from outside. There was no one in it. I sat down, wondering about this turn of events, wondering if it was some sort of illusion. It was all o innocuous.

Then I saw Y (IRL friends will be referred to by the first letter of their first name) with a bunch of her friends, J, and a bunch of other people I recognized, all walking down the corridor. They were talking and looked as if they had all been going down the corridor exploring together (I saw them approaching through the glass door from inside the building). I looked and saw that, at least to my eyes, they were all wearing black (I got a slight feeling that only I was seeing this, and in each other's eyes they were all wearing normal clothes). They opened the door and walked in as a group, and suddenly...

*An episode of missing time occurs here, it doesn't feel like the dream just skipped ahead though, it feels as if the missing time was an actual part of the dream and something happened in between and we were all made to forget what took place, like it was cut out of our memory)*

...suddenly we were all outside, in these gorgeous mountains that surrounded the building. Tables were placed everywhere outside, elegant wood dining tables, and they all had a lavish assortment of delicious food on them... the whole scene was backdropped by a magnificent mind-shattering sunset that was happening everywhere, in all the sky somehow, like the sun was at multiple points in the sky and was setting at many points in the horizon simultaneously. It was like a symphony of color.

Suddenly, I had a horrible epiphany.

I don't know where it came from, but suddenly everything fell into place and made sense.

I hurriedly clambered up to a table that my friend J was sitting at, with a blonde girl across from him. I sat at the table, ate some food, then leaned to him and told him what I thought "J," I said, "we're all going to be trapped forever here, eating this food in this sunset for all eternity."

It was all an illusion. I had had a sudden feeling, and I'm convinced that it was true, that in reality we were all lying unconscious in that building (which probably looked very different than the sunlit room which it had appeared like to me) with shadow creatures feeding off of us, feeding off of our energy.

The mountains, the tables, the delicious food, the table settings, the light, the sunset... it was all in our heads.

It was like the Matrix, but more horrifying somehow.

J turned to me, a worried look on his face as he began to comprehend what I had just said. He started to examine his surroundings, a look of horror creeping onto his face...

And then the dream ended (thankfully).

If it had lasted longer, I probably would have told everyone else there and then tried to find a way to escape from our mental prison and fight the creatures off (when we had returned to what was reality in the dream, rather than the fake sunset world, I mean), then leave the Corridor of Darkness and never return.

08/06/2010 -

A group of 'bad guys' (juveniles/ teenagers in trouble possibly) and myself were locked up in a building. There was a small rectangular window, big enough for one person at a time to crawl through, which is what we did. Once outside, It was a lot like a prison yard - Plain, grass-covered lawn with large fences surrounding it. It was late afternoon, I think, and cloudy... kind of a dark grayish-brown sky.. very gloomy looking. I ran to the 15 ft fence and quickly scaled it and jumped down on the other side near a highway. The cars on the highway were going incredibly fast and I felt almost like Frogger trying to cross it, haha. Oh, and everyone else that was with me simply walked around the fence.. seeing as how it ended about five feet to the right of where I had climbed over it
Once across the highway, the group and I came to a small wooden bridge with a guard (bouncer ) standing by it. He let us by with no problem. In the distance I saw a large Circus tent and knew that's where I was headed to.
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I'm in Kroger/My house and everything is VERY cold (AC was probably on fairly high in RL ). It was so cold, that everything had frozen with about three inches of ice covering all the surfaces. When I touched the ice I realized it was more like really old jello. I peeled off a slab of the jello from a counter top. The slab of jello came off no problem and held together perfectly... but then was actually a frozen towel..?? The frozen towel thawed instantly once I realized what it was, so I opened up an industrial sized freezer nearby and put it in there so it wouldn't thaw.
After this I walked over to the AC controller and turned it off (it was broken and stuck on freezing temperatures). There were a few people with me, but they were no longer a group of "bad" kids. In fact, I think most of them were my friends, one of them in particular I remember to be a girl I had a crush on at my old high schoo,l named Danielle. At this point, they all left the room whilst I amused myself with a Gameboy I found on a small table. I played a Pokemon game for approx. 5 seconds, and then left the room to follow my friends into a bedroom. A girl in the group left the room to go shower and the rest of us, including Danielle, layed on a bed and watched T.V. The room was setup like a hotel room, btw.
So, Danielle was irritated by a guy with her and ignored him to talk to me. We talked about Invisalign which I have and apparently she did too.
The dream then skipped to an outdoor setting where we were all sitting in the stands in front of an abandoned stage ( looked like the Warped Tour stage setup I recently went to in Atlanta, GA ). Set up on the stage were 100's of small ceramic and glass figures, masks, vases, etc. that were were all throwing rocks at and breaking.. almost like a carnival game. I decided to get on stage in hopes of doing something to impress the crowd.. no idea what though. Instead, as soon as I stood up, a large man yelled at me to get down and threw a shoe at me. I had to walked a LONG way to get off the stage for some reason, and ended up having to walked through a large crowd of ethnic people who didn't like me. I found a person I knew in the crowd named Justin. I talked to him for a second and then was interrupted by a fat and somewhat blind guy who needed help finding a seat. I obliged and then the dream ended.

08/08/10

I'm part of a story in a familiar seeming place. Everything's happening out of order, events and dialogue added where I think the story needs it. As I wake up, I see the story written out on a word processor.

I wake up. As I fall back asleep, I enter HH. I'm a younger version of Dean Winchester, and there's something I still need to do. I'm still lucid, but I don't want to wake myself up, so I fall into the dream.

***

I'm a giant, fighting a tiny man as we climb up a water tower. I try to kick him off my foot, but he's holding on, trying to stab my toes.

***

I'm in prison. I'm sitting with a group of people, all handcuffed with zip-ties, our hands wound up in green mesh. My mom and dad are there, part of the dozen or so people jammed into the cell, sitting on the wooden benches where there's room.



Despite the lack of space, I'm not crowded on the bench. I'm also pretty much ignoring everyone in the room, now that the guards are gone. I'm concentrating on removing the zip-ties. I think I might have been chewing through them at some point, but with a flourish, I have them off my wrists. I hold onto the mess of plastic for a second, think about pretending I'm still trapped, but I let it fall to the floor. I'll take my chances.

Finally, we get our own cells. All of the doors are open, so I calmly walk over to the cell by the window and sit down on the bed. Originally, we were supposed to be sharing cells, but there aren't any bunk beds. There is no privacy; everything that isn't an outside wall is made of narrow bars, four inches apart. My mom takes the cell beside mine.

Lights out. A guard comes over to check that we're in bed. He stands too close, but I'm not worried. I sense no malevolence in him.

Which is fortunate, for his sake.

The guard shuffles away and I stand up, moving silently in the shadows. The locked door to my cell swings open of its own accord, and I walk, unnoticed, right out of the building.

***

I'm a hunter. Female, with long, curly black hair. I'm interviewing witnesses, trying to figure out what's going on in this town. Someone recognizes me from an earlier hunt, and claims I'm a cop.

***

Two versions of Dean Winchester sit at different tables at a restaurant. One is just barely older than the other. The younger one approaches him.

"You know, I've had a hell of a time since you got the cops after you again."

***



There are two versions of Dean Winchester, but the age difference is exaggerated. One of them is a child, and the other is an old man.

They're at the entrance of an old quanset on a farm, when I see a flash of something happening in the distance. Six plumes of light grey smoke fly from the ground and hurtle toward us.

Sam and Dean, about five and nine at the moment, are outside. A little piece of narration goes off in my head.

They're after the kids. Demons who steal away children that wander off on their own. It's part of the local folklore.

I'm hardly there at all, so the older Dean has to decide who to save: the younger Sam or the younger Dean. Of course he goes after Sam, and I stay inside, waiting, as the demons approach mini-Dean.

When they grab him, when they go hurtling through the air towards their base, I phase through the wall and take off after them.

"Omnipitus omundi patronus," I mutter to myself, sneaking into an old farmhouse. Wait, Patronus?

Just like that, I'm lucid. I smile, and crawl into the small entranceway. Bits of dust flake off of everything I touch, and I find myself crawling as the hallway gets smaller and smaller.

A woman attacks me out of nowhere. By all rights, I shouldn't be able to move in the small hallway I've wedged myself into. I won't consider myself trapped, though. I lash out, grabbing the woman by the jaw and the back of her head, and I twist.

The woman falls to the floor, her neck broken.

The house is normal sized again, and I walk into the bedroom, see the young Dean lie sprawled out over the bed. "Omnipitus omundi patronus," I repeat, but nothing happens. I sigh, and pick the boy up, ready to run him back to his brother and older self.

Claustrophobia. Scare Factor: 2.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

Bloodbath Fragment

I was in a dingy bathroom. The walls were brown and the floor was tiled dark red. Everything was dirty and the lights were really dim. There was someone in a bath with attached shower. He was bleeding.

He was then on the floor, blood gushing from his head all over the place ( c ). There were several shades of blood ( f ). Someone else was there and remarked that people had multiple levels of blood in their bodies. The lighter and more saturated the colour of the the blood the less important and the darker and less saturated the more important ( c ). The blood gushing out of the man's head was getting darker and less saturated ( f ). The person commented again that if he lost any more he would die.

Ex-Con?

I was sitting at a table in an unfamiliar room ( c ). It was some kind of apartment with white walls. Also in the room were some other people, but I didn't recognise anyone except two old school friends, L and S ( c ). I was writing and there appeared to be some kind of lesson or lecture going on ( c ).

The next think I knew everyone is leaving. I walked out and found myself on a street walking in to a supermarket.

I found myself at the check out with several items. There was a man with me that I don't recognise ( c ). His eyes were very blue and he had dark brown hair. He was slightly taller than me and wearing a white top.

I was placing my items on the checkout. I remember there being some kind of unfamiliar green fruit or vegetable ( f ). Another man who was wearing a dark jacket picked up two of my items and stuffed them inside his jacket. I gestured to protest, but he gestured that I shouldn't, so I didn't ( a ).

I was rushing to pack the carrier bag, but the check out assistant was super fast ( a ). She quickly handed me a receipt and asked for £1.50. I could read the value clearly on the receipt. I took some change out of my pocket, but dropped it all over the check out ( a ). I scrambled around looking for the money. I picked up a £1 coin, two 20p coins and searched for a 10p coin, but couldn't find one so gave her two 5p coins. I felt very flustered.

I was then leaving the supermarket with the blue eyed man. We walked back towards the apartment and saw L and S going in the other direction. I waved and L waved back, but S just looked typically miserable. While walking back I got the sense we were in a foreign country, probably somewhere in Europe ( c ).

We reached the apartment. It had an external staircase so we ascended. Stopping at the door I remarked to the blue eyed man that I was a murderer! ( i,c ) He was shocked and just stood there. I invited him in and said that we should have a drink ( a ). I walked in to the apartment, not noticing the clear signs of a disturbance throughout.

I found a bottle of some kind of alcohol on the floor. It was open but full. Somehow it was lying on its side but the liquid did not flow out ( f ). I shouted to the man that we should have a drink ( a ). Only then did I start to become aware of the state of the place. Things were broken and knocked over. There was a dart in a red sofa that looked like it had been thrown from the doorway ( c ).

The man was still standing at the door, shocked that I had randomly just told him that I was a murderer. I realised that something bad had happened while I wasn't here, but somehow knew that I would get the blame for it! ( i )

Some police walked in. One of them was a black detective guy. He was accusing me of something and I was being arrested ( c ).

Suddenly I felt that I wasn't a man any more but a blonde woman ( i,f ). I had a flashback to some kind of prison where I was sitting at a table wearing an orange jumpsuit ( i ). Another woman was being lead through a door by some guards. She looked at me. She had long dark hair and was extremely beautiful. I felt as though we were friends. I knew she was being released and that I would be soon ( i ).

Back in the apartment I felt as though she had been there recently with me and I also felt as though I had betrayed her somehow ( i ).