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I was with a big group during SHTF. I went to scout a warehouse and suddenly a person appeared. Then, another one, and another one. They were questioning me and I thought they were gonna kill me. I had my yellow radio and while they weren't looking I pushed the pin. I yelled for help and my group burst in. Both groups got along and we made an even bigger group. We entered an Air Force installation and we explored it. I was going to get into one of the computers with my Air Force ID.

In my other dream, I was the hulk and was beating up a monster. Suddenly a monster mutation starts attacking me. I run because I can't kill it or even hit him but then I find out I can so I start fighting him. We jump from rooftops to rooftops and scale buildings while fighting. He is able to regenerate health. When he's low, he starts running and I chase him down. I transform into a car to catch up to him and then kill him when I do.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) With my mom, we see a mushroom explosion on the distance. We can't tell how far away it is, but everybody freaks out with the possiblity of being caught in the blast. After not so long we are hit by a wall of air and debris. I stupidly hold my breath, hoping not to inhale the radiation. But then I think "how stupid is that?" and just accept the inevitability. Then someone starts gathering people on a bus, so we can get the hell out of there. Someone else turns on the radio for news. I then realize something is not right "how did we get hit by air dislocation so quickly, but were not harmed and the EMP didn't destroy the electronics?". I conclude I'm dreaming, so I tell my mother to relax, we're just dreaming and let's use the opportunity to test how we would react in an emergency situation. Then it went from a dream to a simulation drill. LOL

8.30.2013

I was back to school. I was in my hometown. I was preparing for exams. Printed something, my schedule. Quick bathroom bath and dump. I took a car or vehicle to school. I checked my schedule while on the way.

I arrived, and mom caught up to me to give me my schedule. I asked my seatmate to hold my schedule while I get the schedule from mom (I know, it's confusing). I went back and found that my seatmate thought it was my exam paper and proceeded to pass it forward (even though we haven't started yet). His other seatmate was about to pass it along when I picked it up from his hands.

'Woke up.' I heard the radio say that it's already 8 a.m. I panicked. I thought I was gonna be late for my exam. I thought, wait, is it the second day of our three-day exams? I checked the clock and to be sure, it's almost 8 a.m.! Then I thought about the exam 'yesterday.' I can't remember finishing taking it or even taking the two other exams that day. Did I just go home and forgot about the rest of the exams? I don't know.

I lived in a tribal area with a large family. I know that we lived at the foot of a huge mountain, and that we might have lived in tan-colored tents. Something was threatening us, I think it was a guy that wasn't human (dark hair, I think). My job was to go up the mountain and stop him, although I can't remember what he was doing wrong.

I remember climbing up a snowy mountainside with my servant. It was very steep, and tough to not slide. I remember catching bugs and finding plants to eat. I was constantly worried that we would starve or not be able to find shelter. We came upon an abandoned house on the mountain, had been white but was now green with mold and moss. It had a very creepy air so we kept on moving.

The mountain had this spiral 'stairway' that was constantly moving. My servant and I had reached the stairway and were staring at it as it descended below us to a point that we couldn't see. There was a digital clock with red letters above the stairway that I think said 4:20. It told us how long it'd take for us to make it to the top of the mountain if we started now. We decided to wait for a while, because we wouldn't have to walk as far if we waited until the mountain had descended a little.

We used materials that we found to make a shelter, and at this point others joined us. I remember seeing a big sheet of metal that I think we used as a roof. At one point we went and checked the clock again, but decided to wait when we saw that it still had two hours left.

Fragment: There was a radio or old TV that someone got very angry over and accused another person of stealing. I remember seeing someone carrying an armload of supplies. I was very busy.

We finally did come back down the mountain. I remember running on my hands like some animals, but going really fast. I remember seeing a tree that was growing like a huge corkscrew, but was like Jack and the Beanstalk because it was still growing. My dad met me at the bottom of the mountain. At this point I felt like I had been chasing someone, and that they had escape up the spiral tree.

This was the first of two lucid dreams from last night. I've had a very irritating cough the last few days, so this gave me the perfect excuse to combine menthol cough drops with my usual Wednesday galantamine night. And yet again, the pre-game LD psych-up session with NewArtemis not only helps me get lucid but also makes her pop up as a DC!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #76: Prison Break

I'm experiencing hypnagogic imagery that involves some dark, concrete courtyard. I go through some transition (not sure whether DILD or WILD) but I somehow wind up in this scene, fully lucid.

I'm crouched in the shadows by a low stone wall. I'm dressed all in black and I have a submachine gun or carbine (with suppressor attached) clutched in my hands. I don't want to use it unless I'm forced to -- I know that I'm here to break someone out of prison and if I'm forced into a firefight I'll be surrounded by guards in minutes.

I become aware that I have an earpiece in my left ear and NewArtemis is radioing instructions to me on how to pass through the prison undetected. Her voice is calm, clinical, and precise. "Stay low and keep close to this wall. Stop before you get to the light."

I stay crouched down and creep along the wall toward a well-lit spot near a gap in the wall. My footsteps are alarmingly loud, like I'm wearing some kind of clunky loafers. I wince at the sound. I decide that I want to be barefoot and immediately I am. I skulk even more carefully this time, trying to move sort of like what's-his-face from "Splinter Cell". Now my footsteps are completely silent. I feel really smug about this.

I stop just before reaching the spotlit area. Pausing for a moment, I rub my hands together to stay connected with my dream body. NewArtemis again: "[CanisLucidus], check your 2." I take this to mean "2 o'clock", and indeed at 2 o'clock I see a darkened guard tower. A lone guard with a rifle patrols here and I'm surprised to see that he's completely black-clad just like I am. I think that I have a good shot at killing him pretty cleanly from where I am, but I don't even want to go there.

"He's turning. Go now." I think about rolling for a moment but decide that's too fancy-pants. Instead, I just scurry across the lit area and into a new set of shadows.

"Good. Stick to the wall and head to the opposite end of the exercise yard. The way inside will be on your right." I move along the wall all the way to an ultra-dark corner of the yard. The doorway is about forty feet away, a pair of solid-looking steel doors arranged like the doors of an elevator. I'm wondering how I'm going to get in when I awaken in a fit of coughing.

Part I: "Tough Love Tactics"

Through the whole dream, there was this buzzword that had kept coming up. Something along the lines of "Tough Love Tactics". In the waking world, I still haven't a clue what that means.

Anyways, the dream was rather vague. I don't remember too much of how it began, though what I do remember is this man, perhaps me, who had been walking around, two orange-yellow figures appearing next to him every now and again. He kept saying those figures were important, though I for the life of me could not tell why. They seemed almost transparent, but fully solid at the same time. One moment we entered this house, and in it was a chair, a computer and a radio. I then saw him use those two figures, and it was rather interesting.

One was using the computer, the other fiddling with the radio as if they both knew what they were doing. I asked the man who might have been me "How did you do that?", he replied with "It's Tough Love Tactics." which boggled me even as I woke up minutes later.

Notes:

I never saw the guy's face, but he was about as tall as me, wore a blue shirt and had blonde hair.
There was something having to do with dragons in this dream, but I can't remember for the life of me what they had to do with the dream.
The room with the computer and the radio seemed very foreign to me.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, the two figures represent different sides of me, and the term "Tough Love Tactics" pertains to a sort of mental state where I must think realistically yet praise myself at the same time. Perhaps, it has to do with self-loathing.

My first dream last night started out in my back yard. I was holding a radio box about the size of a small T.V.- This dream had to do with the fact that in real life, I registered myself for manditory drafting not too long ago. (Even though even if I am ever to be drafted, I can't ever join the military because of my eye disorder)

A transmition came through from the U.S. military informing me that a platoon was in route to my house, and I was ordered to read aloud one of my fictional short stories to them. I pushed the communication button and replied, "Uhm... no, I'm not in the military. I'm not gonna do that."

Right after that, all these transmitions poored in about my federal arrest. Like as if I had just commited treason against the U.S.- they told me the platoon was now on their way to take me in for dissobeying a direct order. I began to panic and went inside my house to tell my wife. I told her and then ran outside to tell my parents, they had just pulled up and gotten out of their car. I hollered at them and told them what was going on, they didn't seem to think it was that big of a deal. My mom pointed out the obvious, that I can't even join the military because of my eye disorder and I ran back inside to say goodbye to my wife. I had no idea how long they intended on taking me. The group of soldiers walked into my yard and began to talk with my parents. I expected the worst. I thought to myself, these guys are probably going to treat me like shit because they think I'm a traitor.
My parents requested they be informed of what goes on in my case and where I'm going to be put. I sarcastically added "And I request the least amount of bloodshed from hazing on the way there, I'll be right back."
I had to go pee, and I didn't want to have to go pee while being taken captive. Who knows when I'd get to a restroom. I went in the bathroom... and was to nervous to go. So I kissed my wife, and let the soldiers take me. The next scene was me, somehow transformed into a video game with the rest of that platoon. We were all lions on a two deminsional screen, playing some sort of game on a football field. That game fucking hurt! Seriously, they kept clipping my sides and I could feel the sting. I could tell they didn't like me. I just had to keep pushing my way through. After a while of that, the dream back up back into a personal point of view and I was standing next to a software engineer. I said, "What the hell was that? I didn't understand one bit of what was going on in there."
He told me that this was a new military software that was testing my psyche, I had to play the game like usual. He told me how to play, I don't remember how but then I understood what was going on, so I went back in as a lion. Somehow, I got a team mate this time. My wife's dad, Mike. We kicked their ass this time. I must say, Mike makes a good lion. I can totally see it.

After that I was released, my charges were dropped. That's the end.

Found myself at a beach rave, dancing to some heavy dubstep. Woke up after the dream and hear the radio playing some classical choir song. What a cool transformation. Made me wonder about all the different sound scapes, that promise the user a certain dream...

Adding Up
I remember being at church with my family. I was sitting at another table beside them. In the background, i could see people walking around and talking and laughing, meaning the service was over. My mom and I were adding up something on our notes paper, I don't know why. I remember asking her, "What did you get?"

Seven Lanes; Really?
We were driving home. It looked like I was in third person. But I wasn't looking at just my car, I was looking at others too. It was nighttime. I remember our car coming up to our turn that enters the neighborhood we live in. Instead of just two lanes, it looked like seven lanes; for about six cars were stopped in the last six, for I could only squeeze into the last one.

There also was a stoplight here where it shouldn't have been. I remember thinking to myself, "this car should do this," or "that car should do that." The car to the right of us got tired of waiting at the stoplight and backed away, leaving an empty lane for another driver.

Rally
I was with my family at my school. We were having some sort of really big event.
I remember our gym grew into a big arena. I was a cheerleader, so I remember standing in the stands with all the other cheerleaders.

The event hadn't started yet, so I decided to walk outside. For some reason my cat was walking around outside, so I picked her up. I carried her around to the courtyard. I heard a buzzing lawn mower behind me. My cat tensed up, scared of the loud noise.

There was some steps up to a door leading to a classroom from the outside. I decided to walk up the stairs and enter the door. As soon as I did, my other cat (who's been missing for about a year) jumped onto the platform.

My cat tensed up again and hissed at him. The other cat cocked his head to the side. I ran through the door and the other cat followed me. I reached some sort of dressing room that was inside the arena. My sister Ken was inside there holding what looked like a baby. Some kind of radio was on. I walked over to a table and put my cat down. Then the black cat jumped onto a table.

Then my cat got so mad she blew up into what looked like different colored boxes. Weird right? The black cat did the same thing. I stood there, my mouth open, with Ken still listening to music.
Then I woke up.

Dream 1:
I was in my room at night. I was trying to turn on my alarm (I use the alarm clock Mondays-Fridays to make sure I walk up at 11am) but something was wrong with it. I accidently turned it on. My sister comes into the room. end of dream 1

Dream 2:

I was in a throne room in a building in what seemed to be Roman Empire times. I was an emperor. There were 2 women and one child (a girl) who were telling me I somehow did something wrong. Then the scene switched to the hallway of the *building* and I saw horse statues. but each of them were "different"..they were missing parts..(I.e. one statue was missing a leg of a horse, another one was missing the arm of the rider) and when I the scene switched back to the first scene..the building was crumbling..down like an Major Earthquake was happening.

Dream 3:

I was an Chinese student and I was with a school group and we were in a museum and we were around a electronic campfire.Everyone expect myself were singing the song. A werid-looking man came out of nowhere...and asked us to do something. We just started to do it when I woke up.

I dreamed I was at work with T and we were preparing everything for the reception of a ship. Outside the installation, the ground was all mud.
The tanker trucks fired up the ramps, falling into the mud, rolling...but then landing up properly in the parking lot.
T and I suddenly decided to go, in the middle of the shift, to the beach (the beach resembled the one in my hometown).
On the beach we did some kite-surfing.
Suddenly we heard by radio communication that it was necessary to prepare the loading arm 21 for E. M.
I went looking and found the T near our things, already dressed.
We return to work before someone notice we were out.
It was night.
We found E. M. with a bowl, the bowl had potatoes and beans, he complained that the beans were hard.
I told him he could use our microwave, and he said to let it go.
He sat in the meeting room to eat.
We went to a kitchen that i didn´t recognized, it was me, E.M. and another person did not recognize.
EM regretted not having followed the recipe because the in the bowl there wasn´t bean leaves.

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Comments: Part of the dateless dreams series

8 Aug 2011

David Letterman announced on National Radio that "Osama's got Bin Laden!" Harry Ackerman had killed Bin Laden after a dispute on set. From this arose many jokes on the Late Show and I was invited to meet Letterman.

Dream - Lucid

Finally! Lucid again at last, even if it was brief...and very strange.

I was in the car driving around my neighborhood. I was talking on the phone to my friend Dakota about what we're going to do tonight. I could hear ukulele music in the background. He asked me if I could let him get back to entertaining his guests, and I said sure. I got off the phone with him.

I was then in my bed again. Oh, it was just a dream. I kept hearing what sounded like a local radio station that I listen to frequently. I thought maybe it wasn't a dream and that I had left the radio on in my car. Or maybe it was the radio in my room (haven't had a working radio in my room for years in waking life). This lasted for awhile as I laid in the bed with my eyes open. I thought my mom had come home at some point.

Then, I was in a bedroom with Dakota. I was leaving, because his friend was coming over. When they entered the bedroom door, I left, giggling because the person who entered was Shelton, a guy who Dakota thought was an asshole. I found it funny because Shelton had once cracked very bad taste gay jokes around Dakota, who is gay. And now, it looked like Shelton was gay too.

Then, I started to see colors and shapes swirling around in black space. I still was hearing that damn radio station. I then felt the familiar buzzing sensation. I knew I was about to enter a dream, so I concentrated the buzzing to my head. It came in a few short waves, and I felt myself tumbling.

The dream then formed around me. I was in my bed laying on my stomach. My head was way off the pillow. I got up and counted my fingers briefly. I went out into the hallway, and there were these weird, almost modern/futuristic-looking button things coming out of the walls at random places. I'm still hearing the radio station as I try to press the buttons in, some that were located next to my brother's room. The pressure I put on them kind of hurts my hands.

I then turn to my left and go towards the bonus room. I open the door, and the cushions on the couch in there are all in a neat pile on top of the couch. In the middle of the pile sat a black cat. I figured it was probably one of my family's cats, Boots. I go up and pet her head, saying hello to her. She looked up at me as I did this. She then looks out the window above the couch. The walls start to fill in around the window, until they got to her head. They slowly started to close around her head. I tried to get her out, but she was stuck. I turned around in horror and covered my eyes. I then turned back, and the cat's body was white and fluffy, like my cat, Belle. She somehow then pulled her head out of the tiny space.

I then awoke into the buzzing sensations again. I was still hearing the radio station. I concentrated hard on that. A familiar song was playing, I forget what it's called, but it's by The Band Perry (I think that's how it's spelled). I felt myself tumbling again, this time almost wildly. I opened my eyes and was in bed again. I got up and counted my fingers, counting six and then seven on my left hand. I could feel that I was going to wake up soon. I tried to turn the light on in my room by flipping the switch because it was so dim, but it failed. I looked to my left, and there was my full-length mirror. I looked at my reflection. I looked relatively normal. I could feel myself about to wake up, so I decided to try to enter it. I walked up to it and pushed my way through the mirror.

I then felt myself falling, the buzzing and tumbling sensations were back. I felt myself falling fast. For some reason, I thought to myself
"300 miles per hour is 30 miles per hour Earth time".
Weird.
I then saw these flashes of what looked like still frames from Family Guy flying by.
I then saw in what looked like heat vision. I saw the mirror above me, and my hands reaching up towards it as I fell through black space. Both the mirror and my hands were orange and blurred (hence why it looked like heat vision).
Then, I was laying on my floor, looking at my hand. It looked like time was going backwards very fast, and my hand got smaller and smaller, morphing and twisting, until it finally looked like a baby's hand.

I woke up and the radio station had stopped. It was super freakin bizarre, because for a lot of the first part of this experience, I legitimately thought I was awake, and was hearing my radio from somewhere.

Again, just snippets, and I'm not sure if I got them in the right order or not. Well, now that I am writing out the snippets, they're a bit longer than snippets.


Sleep. I am in the washroom at my house. I flash to the bus station at my mall and remember having a character in a Rock Band game, but I cannot remember her username or password. A screen appears in front of me (covering most of my vision) and says it is “Leopold12” (or something along those lines― I don't quite remember it clearly). Then, I appear back in the bathroom and my mom calls me from my room, asking me to sort through some pills. I tell her that some of them are beads; however, I do my best to find their pill containers (that is to say, I don't find any pill containers with a match).

Once in the bathroom again, I remember looking at the toilet and wondering what sort of monster could bear to live in a toilet, for it would be unpleasant to have control of any of the five senses.

Then I return to my room, and the radio is on, telling me about a trivia world championship hosted by my current English teacher. One of my friends, Joe, and his parents are on that team, and they will be flying to a city in the north end of Japan

Sometime after this, I am a round puffball. I am either red, yellow, or green ― I cannot remember ― and I am rolling down a snowy ski slope with two other puffballs (who are each the colours that I am not). We dislike moguls because they make us bounce and we don't like big falls. After hitting a bump and going flying, we're on the final stretch. However, the snow has melted here and it's all slushy, and I have to run instead. One of the puffballs races ahead of me, saying something about a Hazara*, and then the second one passes me just at the finish line, so I lose.

Afterwards, I think I'm human again. I'm told that I've spent too much time on leisure and that there is going to be a “work dollop,” or something like that. It's hard to hear this man, because he speaks like there was gloop in his mouth. He and this other man have a discussion about whether education hours and leisure hours can be combined; for example, one might like reading for pleasure, and reading is educational. Gloop Man disagrees, saying that reading is bad and that it should be discouraged as much as possible.

Then I am flipping through Fahrenheit 451**, trying to find Gloop's words to use as a quotation in my ISU project, but I can't find it. Wake.


*I'm reading The Kite Runner in school, so this isn't entirely random
** Another book I am reading for school

Houses were floating up due to either being haunted or due to a tornado...I think. Mostly, it was a threat that they were
going to float away, but it seemed one lifted up. I more remember waking up from the dream and trying to remember it.

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Matte87 was talking on chat in waking life about putting something on his hoodie--"Are you dreaming" I think. I said it should
say, "I am dreaming" because that is what I want to say in my dream. So last night I dreamed I was in a city with some event
going on and some construction or something, and it was on a college campus, so there was a bunch of shit going on.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk, I see a guy with a hoodie on that says, "I am dreaming."

Of course, like a dumb ass I miss the sign. I kept going where I was going, then decided to talk to the guy with the hoodie, but I
couldn't find him. Then I started to hear the guy on Public Radio in waking life. He often finds his way into my dream, usually just
manipulating the story. This morning he was talking about Isreal and the surrounding nations. I started dreaming of a reporter working
through a crowd of people with this story.

It was a frantic scene as it seemed to affect us more directly than that news usually hits us. I followed the reporter up stairs through
a crowd of people. Up the stairs on the next level of whatever building it was, I had to use the bathroom. The radio personality was
sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall doing his show.

As I went to the bathroom, walking away, he leaned forward and raised his voice so I could hear the end of what he was saying.
That was really weird.

So, I had to drop the kids off at the pool. It is a big bathroom, but there is a lock on the door, so I lock it for privacy. Then I realize that
there are multiple stalls, so the bathroom should be able to allow for more than just me. I reluctantly unlock the door. Then I went looking
for my stall. I hate using public bathrooms and this was the worst. There were these small, frail looking commodes, and they were just seats.
Instead of a bowl, they had bags hanging down, and the bags weren't opened well. I would have to fix one so it would be open.

The dream ended there and I'm glad it did. Yuk!