Thursday,11th Sepetmeber 2014 Moon: 89% illuminated Waning Gibbous in Arries Tarot Card of the Day: 4 of Wands Mayan Calender: Yellow Self - Existing Warrior Tecnique: MILD Mantra: "I am dreaming" A blonde hair blue eyed girl with a slightly plump build leads me into the female toilets. She's my friends ex-girlfriend, and I feel slightly guilty about our promiscuous intent, although the testosterone gets the better of me. She darts off into one of the cubicles telling me she needs to "prepare herself" I stand in the brightly lit bathroom,and infront of me lie many white shiny basins sunk in a garnet red marble countertop. A rectangular mirror streched just above the basins toward the door. It seems as though a jolt of spontaneous lucidity emerged within me, but i figure it was probably because I had a look at myself in the mirror and noticed some discrepancies. I started to complete an arbitrary stabilization technique ream character that a DC taught me in a previous dream( possible false dream memory)involving putting a pen in your right hand then touching it onto my brow. I couldn't tell if the dreamscape vivified or not, leaving me with the notion that it was unsuccessful. Either way, the dream was vivid enough to complete the task of the month, and with black pen in my hand to use as a wand i expected it to be a breeze. "Expecto Patronus"I stated out aloud while looking at my reflection in the mirror. Silence followed. "EXPECTO PATRONUS!"I exclaimed. Still nothing. I repeated this a few times without any results.nada.zilch. I looked at the pen in my hand and it seemed to have swollen slightly, thats about it. I figured i needed a wand for this to work, and looked under the red countertop, expecting to find it. The cupboards which lie underneath of it was completely empty. Then a weird sensation of dissociation happened with my arm and it seemed as though it had a mind of its own. I must have lost lucidity after that,as i cannot recall the rest. Ah well, guess my SubC wasn't working with me lastnight.
As I adjust to the college schedule, things should start coming in. So here is a very cool NLD, a step up from the frags from yesterday. I am on a beach, and there these are red, rope like vines everywhere. The vines are about the thickness of a grown man's finger and have can vary from a bright red color to almost black. They have yellowish strings fraying off of the main stem that appear to dead. They seem to be actively spreading and sometimes even wrapping around people and but not necessarily injuring them. The vines have small thorns and are slightly painful to the touch, but the thorns won't even break the skin. Everyone assumes that the beach is under attack. People begin leaving, but there is no terrible panic as the vines do spread rather slowly. Me and a group of unrecognizable friends meet up by a surf shop on the beach. The only one I could sort of make out was S. We talk about strategies we could use to stop the vines. S recommends cutting them with a machete, and that they have a whole bunch of them at the surf shop (because dream logic). I recommenced that we get (some girl) who I 'remembered' has a magical power to stop the vines from spreading. Just then she appeared. She was very overweight, but still looked beautiful, she had long black hair and a teal-colored bathing suit. She said she had a theory for how to stop the vines. That there was a central hub that they were all spreading from. She led us down onto the beach. My friends cut a few of the vines along the way but for the most part, they would just grow back as soon as we cut them. Eventually we arrived at a big hole in the beach, near the shore. The hole was filled with quicksand. She dove in. About ten seconds passed and she resurfaced. She asked for a machete. S gave her his. She dove back under. About a minute passed. We began to wonder if she would resurface. Then a massive bundle of red vines shot out of the hole with the girl hanging on. I grabbed on right behind her, despite the fact that they were a bit thorny. I didn't mind. All of the vines lifted off of the beach about a hundred feet into the cloudy sky, into a massive network. And, in the shallow waters just offshore a massive black stone golem stood up, emerging from completely underwater. It had glowing orange eyes and a glowing orange mouth in the shape of a smile. It was made out of stone cubes, that were very dark grey, almost black. Seven additional identical golem heads appeared around us and then faded in poofs of black smoke. So me and the girl were hanging there on the vine bundle. "Why you come to Golem Orgon?" the golem spoke in a deep rumbling voice. "You need to leave the beach! People are being hurt by your vines." The girl shouted. "Ok. Golem Orgon Leave. Golem Orgon sorry he hurt people." The massive black golem turned walked back into the sea godzilla-style. The vines slowly dropped me and the other girl onto the beach. The vines then withered away into nothing. As he walked into the sea, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the creature. He was so nice, and certainly didn't mean to hurt people.
Updated 09-02-2014 at 12:23 AM by 53527
Dream - Lucid I was in a college classroom, and we were each assigned a personality type and had to find the description in the book, fill it in on a worksheet, and the read it out loud to the class. I had taken this class before, but I couldn't recall the answer. I flipped through the book looking for it. I finally thought for sure I found it. I read it out loud, but I was then told that I was wrong. Ok...so I flipped around the book some more and found another one. "Ok, this is for sure the right one," I said. I really did think it was. I then read it and filled in the blank on the sheet. It still didn't sound right. Upon second glance, I noticed that I had read the description for "Pepsi". I got up to go somewhere really fast. I hoped no one noticed my now second error. I came back and was assigned, by the teacher, who was a middle-aged female, an extra assignment to help me understand the personality type better. Everyone then left. I then was going to another class taught by her. It was the same subject matter, but a higher level; it was a 4000-level class. It was really late at night though; I was looking at the white analog clock on the wall and seeing that it was almost 10pm. I was also the only one in the classroom besides the teacher. I figured that no one had signed up for it but me. I "remembered" when I signed up for it. I also "remembered" taking many classes on this subject in the past, and she was my teacher every time. The subject was something like social work. Since it was just her and I, I told her that I had taken many classes before and I had the notes all somewhere but not with me. I don't remember what we talked about, but we didn't really talk about the subject. I do feel like it was easier for us to talk one-on-one instead of in a crowded classroom. We didn't get to leave until almost 11pm. I figured that this class would probably get cancelled since I was the only one in it. I thought about how this would affect my credit hours; it would put me right at 15, the minimum I had to have to stay a full-time student (it's 12 IWL). I also thought about how I would want another class in the same subject to replace it. I also noticed that it didn't really feel that late; it felt like it was only 7pm or so. I said this to the teacher. She was talking about getting home to her kid and how getting out so late affected that. I then was somewhere else, I believe in the teacher's office. She was telling me that the class got cancelled. She was standing up doing something in a small closet at this point, and I was standing very close to her on her left side. I noticed the gray in her hair. She then started to talk about _____ Williams (can't remember the name she used). He was her nephew. I knew right away that she was talking about my old friend Jennifer's husband. I told her "I know Jennifer. She was my first friend when I moved here." She then asked me "Would you like to go to church?" Not being a church person but not wanting to be rude, I asked "What church do you go to?" "I don't go to one," she said. This answer caught me off guard. Still in the school, I then was watching my husband, who was wearing a light blue shirt and shorts, walk into this passage that slanted upwards. The opening was the interstate. He was going to take the interstate to get somewhere faster. I didn't want to take the interstate, so I walked inside the building to wherever I was going. When I got there, I saw many people walking out of an opening. It reminds me now that I am going back and thinking about it of people getting off an airplane and walking into the terminal. I saw my husband walking out as I was getting there. I guess the interstate really wasn't any faster since we got there at the exact same time. ~ I was at work. Shannon wanted me to work on writing on cakes. She gave me a cake and told me to practice writing "Happy Birthday Charles" on it. She gave me some icing. I twisted the bag and let some excess come out of the tip before I started. Little strings of teal icing came out and went onto the floor. I then went to the cake and started writing. For some reason, I was writing "Charles" first at the top, as if I was going to write "Charles, Happy Birthday" instead of "Happy Birthday Charles". The icing was coming out way too big, and I wasn't going to be able to fit Charles on there because I was also writing way too big. I didn't finish his name before I reached the end of the cake. I scraped the icing off and started again. I tried over and over to do this, always starting by squeezing some icing out first. The closest I got to succeeding was when I wrote "Happy" too far to the right, but it fit. I had started it too far to the right, but the H was very pretty and it looked really nice. The second word I don't think was "Birthday" but I'm not sure what it was. At any rate, it looked like it was moving, and it had some red, white, and blue star-shaped sprinkles around it. The effect that it looked as if it was moving was really cool, and I knew Shannon could do it, so I was really proud of myself. I was then looking at different cake templates. I was writing on an actual cake, but at the same time, it was a book I was flipping through, looking at the different templates for cakes. I then was going to write on the wall in icing. I was writing very close to a light switch. I wrote "Call" and then below it, I started to write "5-5-5". As I was writing it, I started to hear a beep every time the icing was coming out of the bag. I knew that this was some kind of icing that you set with heat. It was coming out in a thin, blood-red gel. I got a little nervous, hoping Shannon didn't hear it because it could stain the wall. I then turned the tip to switch the setting of the icing to a different type and color. I continued to write the 5's. The icing was still red, but looked more like a strawberry jelly now, and no more beeps. I was writing big, so I had to write the 5's at an angle because the light switch was in the way.
I am on an alien planet with a barren landscape. The boulders are red and piled up in some places into mountains. At one point in time, the surface ripples like a long, slow tidal wave of earth, which explains the strange fauna, all very sturdy with flat surfaced faces and bodies. I see two horse-like beasts flat against the boulders of a slope. They are gray and immobile, but they detach as I watch, and they separate and heave themselves up the slope…traveling. The scene is depressing, especially the bulky, graceless, sluggish animals. I am alone…wandering. I seldom encounter other people and nearly always at a distance. They are wanderers, survivors, scavengers like me. I have settled down now in an enclave of red boulders at some elevation. I can look down a slope, and I can see across the barren, rocky landscape. Sometimes I see a wanderer or a pair of people in the distance. I am looking out from this desolate aerie when I am threatened by a pair of men from behind. They try to bully me into doing something. I don’t know what they want, and I don’t think they know either. It’s not possible to bully me because there’s nothing I want to protect or live for. I’m immune to their threats, taunts or violence. My morbid passivity dispels the aggression of the two rough and burly men so they seat themselves, instead, at a boulder as if at a café. I bring them what I have, a little water in a salvaged, worn, plastic container. More people, all haggard and rough, come to the red boulder enclave, and I serve them what I have, bits of food or scant water all in deteriorating containers or poorly-crafted bowls of red clay. A man and woman come to the improvised diner in the barrens, and I bring the woman a little milk in a broad, plastic container like the bottom of a 2-liter soda. She is hot, dirty and tired, so she tosses the milk like water against her throat and chest to cool herself. For the first time, my emotions flare, and I cry out in distress over the precious milk. “More valuable than gold…!” The regret is piercing, but brief, and I go back to a red boulder where more of the rare, nourishing milk sits at the bottom of a deteriorating container, and I take it to the woman to drink. My mom appears to help me clean up. I have piles of clean, folded rags with which I wipe out the bowls and other plastic ware. She expects and looks around for water, but I explain that there isn’t enough for washing, so we must settle for wiping with these towels. Another rough stranger complains about the conditions, at which I slam down my towel in my fist against a boulder and cry, “It’s the whole damn solar system…!” By this I mean that it isn’t just this world or this little, red rock diner, so this person won’t find better conditions anywhere and will just have to get used to it. A pair of wanderers, probably father and son, come into the diner while I am busy, but I see the boy looking at a little, picture frame I have set upright at an angle amidst the crude dinnerware on a boulder. The frame is white porcelain with tiny, pink roses painted on it. It is square, about 3 inches in both dimensions. In gilt lettering, it says “love,” but there’s no image contained in the frame. It’s empty.
Dream - Lucid I had written two books, and was in the process of writing a third. I don't remember the genre of the first two. The third was a very graphic horror book, and much longer than the first two, even though it wasn't finished yet. We were by a book shelf, but I feel like we were at a grocery store? Courtney S. was there with a few other people. She and some of the others had read the other two, and they really liked them. Courtney S. picked up the third one to read, and I took it from her; this was not a book I was going to release to the public. It was about some people being at sea and tragedies started to strike them, starting with one of the characters getting a cork stuck in her throat. It got way worse after that; there were sex scenes and gruesome accidents. It was a hardback book that had a red jacket with some sort of pattern on it. It looked like Christmas wrapping paper. It was wayyyy too big for the book. I tore some of the excess paper off the book. I had apparently made the book covers with a kit used to create them. I had not worked on the horror book for quite some time. I started to read it myself, and get myself into the mood to write the book. Some of it was written out like a play, with the characters talking in turn, having their names precede their dialog. I could picture it as I was reading it; I saw the lady who got the cork stuck in her throat speaking with another lady. She foolishly had the cork in her mouth. The other lady was supposed to call 911 when the cork got lodged in her friend's throat. Then, there was a scene that I didn't finish reading, one about a guy I know IWL named Jeff B., and it was a sex scene between him and I. I imagined him with no shirt. He was very sculpted. I felt strangely excited about reading and writing the book again, almost sexually so. I then remember seeing a grocery store aisle by the check out counters. ~ I absolutely know I dreamed more last night, but no more recall. I did go to bed late, and am up early for work again. I did my meditation yesterday. I like to meditate on my inner light and love. I always visit a monk in my meditations, and he helps to walk me through them. I cleansed my chakras, and let go of my anxieties and negative energy. It was definitely something I have been meaning (and needing) to do. Towards the end of it, I felt as if I was falling asleep, but I wasn't falling asleep; it was like I was falling into a very meditative state. My chest started to feel warm. I couldn't really feel my fingers touching the bed. I then saw a big purple blob in the middle of my vision, and heard a voice say "I am afraid my child will come home." I would liken this occurrence to the weird thoughts one has before falling asleep sometimes. I then came out of the deep state, but was still in a somewhat meditative state. I meditated for about 20 minutes or so. Gonna try to do it again today after work, though I am afraid I might fall asleep instead...I am going to be wiped.
Updated 07-26-2014 at 11:55 AM by 32059
This happened a while ago. I was playing Terraria for 24 hours straight, no breaks. Eventually, I just said "This has to stop" so I deposited my earnings into my wooden chest and went to sleep. That day, because I stayed up all night, I had a dream that I was in Crimson armor, at the surface with the crimson equivalent to a Nightmare Pickaxe [Nightmare is the name of the pickaxe, not relevant to the emotional complexion of the dream] and the sky was a maraschino cherry red tint. It was slightly darker, because it had a crimson-like setting to it. Despite not actually being in the crimson, the setting was very crimson-like. Crimson is the name of the biome, note, not the color of the sky. Crimson basically is the equivalent to the Corruption, the main antagonistic force in Terraria. It spreads very quickly, and is filled with evil enemies. Anyway, back to the dream. The ground was a very solid black, and I was wearing crimson armor. I was swinging the pickaxe at the ground. This seemed to continue in a loop for 10 seconds. What went through my head at the time follows" 0:01: Huh. This is weird. 0:04: Wait, why does the sky look weird? 0:07: Wait, how am I playing this without a keyboard or mouse? Virtual Reality is many years away.... 0:09: Wait, I'm dreaming! I awoke and thought: No; I wanted to be God of my dream... Maybe summon skeletron prime and become Deus Ex Machina.. I couldn't get back to sleep.
Morning of June 28, 2014. Saturday. My wife Zsuzsanna’s younger brother George is visiting us at our present address and I am telling him of my unusual dream about a red sailboat. This event actually happens in a longer-lasting false awakening. Zsuzsanna and I are together on our bed and he is also on our bed a bit farther over, with his cellphone. I believe there is an image on his cellphone that has something to do with my other dream, or at least something about sailboats or the ocean. In real life however, I would not consider talking with him about dreams, as he has no interest in anything related to either dreams or spirituality (though that is moot I suppose, as most people have zero understanding of dreams and the nature of the dream state, though Zsuzsanna and I have an advanced understanding - validated of course by the fact she is my literal dream girl, and we share our dreams); so as such, even though this is a false awakening, it is one that represents a highly unlikely scenario, unlike those where you dream you have awakened and are recording your dream in a journal or notepad or are relating it to someone you might be inclined to in reality. The linked primary dream prior to this false awakening involves me floating over the scene where I am looking down at the ocean towards sunrise or sunset. A sailboat passes within my line of vision (seemingly moving “upwards” in my perspective and orientation). Everything in the environment is of a normal natural color except for (eventually) everything related to the sailboat, which appears to be covered in some sort of odd, fluid “paint” which I actually see cover everything relating to the sailboat fairly quickly. The sailboat and everything on it is soon red, including the sails and all the man’s body (skin and hair) and clothes. Everything is completely red all around, somehow more “solid” than just a lighting effect. Later, the sailboat seems to crash onto a beach (and it then seems a few hours earlier than just before rather than logically later - unless it is implied to be the next morning) with no one hurt. There are several people on the beach. The man soon gets out of the sailboat and the colors seem to go back to normal. Typically, red only dominates a dream when my breathing is accelerated (validated by witnesses during my virtually countless experiments with dreams in the 1980s) or when I have slept a little too long, which makes sense here, as a sailboat is both an autosymbolic extension of the physical body (subliminally perceived) and the sails are a breathing analogy as revealed in instances of hypnopompic disclosure (when the meaning of a dream’s autosymbolism surfaces upon waking).
Updated 03-22-2018 at 05:55 PM by 1390
Sorry this is so long! It would be more detailed but I'm writing this a few hours after it happened Setting: My dream was set in WW2. I don't know how I know this apart from the odd mention of bombs. In this place we were not allowed to do dancing (which I am fond of) because we were meant to be serious because of the war. But, there was a secret club which we snuck into to dance and have fun. Non - lucid: It started of with me and my friend (I don't know who) running away from the patrol who were searching for people doing something wrong. They were on a motor bike wearing dark sunglasses with dogs beside them. Me and my friend were running away from them as we were dressed in our red dresses which we danced in. We ran until we reached the sort of speed where you can't go any faster but I used the near by cars to push myself to go further. My friend could not catch up but I did not realise. I ran into the corner sweet shop where I lived and dived behind the counter. The guard people came in looking to see if anyone was there but left. My friend arrived a few moments later and had a go at me for leaving her. My elderly friend Mrs. Dubose who I lived with was sitting in her chair: 'Im coming with you to that dance whether you like it or not!' She always liked to protect us. I replied, 'You can't, what if a bomb were to drop on us?' 'A bomb is just as likely to drop on this house as it is to drop on the town hall!' But she agreed to stay. Lucid: It was only a short awareness because my cat suddenly jumped on me: When I hugged Mrs. Dubose goodbye I felt her soft wrinkly skin. I felt like a pillow and I thought she must be at least 100. Then I smelt her and she smelt so nice. She smelt sort of like old people's talcum powder but when I smelt it I though 'is this a dream?' And everything sort of disappeared although I was still holding onto Mrs. Dubose I woke up I imagined where I last was I took off again Non - lucid: We walked to the hatch in our floor and down a flight of stairs, across a corridor, up another flight of stairs and through a door. We were suddenly in the town hall where the dancing took place and it has 15 people in there. Girls dressed in red and boys in suits. -gap which I can't remember- We heard people below us and all the dancers went down to investigate. All the towns people were there in one room. The elderly and young including Mrs. Dubose on beds and the rest of the floor. They explained there had been a sudden attack from the enemy. Mrs. Dubose invited her horrible friend over to her bed to share and wrapped her checked blanket around them both. We heard a loud lady's voice above us: 'I know you're not in your beds. I know there's some people down there. Whoever is there will return to there own beds immediately. I will count down from 5. Go!' There was a rush of people. I knew we wouldn't make it. 1. There was a jam of people at the door 2. Mrs. Dubose would not be able to run and we would have to assist her 3. Our house/shop was the furthest away However, I had a plan. The lady in charge had bad eye sight. However, she had very good hearing. If we went back the way we came she would hear the door. But if we went round the side door of our house she would not. We ran around and let Mrs. D go in front. She went ahead but the lady saw/heard us and stopped us. 'Hello Annie and Jack!' She was talking to me and my brothers toys and obviously thought they were small children 'Now you hurry back quickly, I'll give you two extra time!' We ran quickly back to our house. Usually we would all share the same bed even though it wasn't allowed. I went in the bed and Mrs. D and my brother hid in the cupboard. The lady walked in and the bell in the door chimed. She walked swiftly across the room and nodded. And walked back out. My brother let out a deep sigh and thumped out the cupboard loudly. I held my breath as he quickly hid again and the lady walked back in. She opened the cupboard and gasped loudly. I woke up. Sorry for the length again but it was a very vivid detailed dream.
A Takarazuka production of Elisabeth with a new scene, in which Death is kneeling before young Elisabeth on the throne, kissing the underside of her wrist. Both of them are dressed in red; at the beginning of the scene, Death had been disguised in long red robes.
Last night, I had a dream that didn't really make sense: Apparently, in the dream, a fan that is painted the color red can cause someone to pass out or something. So then this "war" started between me (with some friends of mine) and some other team or something. I don't really know. Anyway, a "war" took place. They attempted to raid us a few times, and we attempted to raid them a few times. I don't remember how exactly the raids worked, but I'm pretty sure that they involved the red fans. After a few raids, things turn a bit different. The dream suddenly turns into some weird form of the Civ Stage in Spore. Their "base" is a bit more detailed in this part. It looks like a small restaurant that sells burgers. Anyway, my friend launches an ICBM that destroys their restaurant thing and then the war is over. Then I woke up.
I remember staring at a brown, wooden table with several small holes in it. I had to make a difficult decision, and I was really struggling. The room was pretty dim, everything was shadowy beyond the table. There was an empty pill bottle, and there were about 4-5 red and blue pills each in a pile beside the upturned bottle. There might have been green pills as well. I knew that my life would change in completely different ways with each pill, because I was only allowed to pick one color. Dream Fragment I remember walking around my hometown. Something weird was going on, since there were no cars or people. I got a view of the four-way from above, as if I was perched on a lamppost or if I was on the balcony of that old antique store. I remember looking around with my hand on my brow, like I was blocking the sun from my eyes. I think that I was trying to solve a mystery.
March 18, 2013 In a dream I was driving a red car. There were three other people in the car. The road conditions were icy. I slid down a steep hill and managed to avoid a sharp drop-ff in the nick of time by coming to a complete stop. Looking down the chasm sent chills down my spine. The passengers where very quiet. That's all I recall from that part of the dream. The next part I remember ... I went in search of a cigarette (I don't smoke so why?). Anyway I found a man sitting alone in a park and he was smoking. I asked him if I could buy a cigarette from him and held out a quarter. I tossed the quarter into his lap. He was sitting Indian-style. That's it, that's all I recall.
Non-lucid Lucid I'm in the back seat of a blue van that belongs to my sister. Instead of a trunk space, the seats are pressed against the end of the vehicle, and there's a dash under the back windshield. She's driving. A child that is supposed to be her son but looks like a combination of my brother's little boy and hers is laying on the dash behind me. We're almost ready to leave, parked on curved driveway in front of the rock house we grew up in. The van starts to roll forward. "You alright back there, kid?" He giggles and joyfully smiles at me. I lightly pinch his cheek and he giggles some more. I smile and turn my attention to my dog, Caspian who is laying across my lap. He twists to expose his belly so I'll pet him. I do. I notice, for some reason, his fur is getting increasingly more soft and his ribcage smaller. I look down at him and he's now a kitten with the same coloring. He's a bluetick beagle. The Caspian-kitten yawns and and grabs at my hand with his little paws, claws out. I start to play with one of his claws. My boyfriend walks up beside the van and it stops rolling. My window is down a little. I can't recall what he says to me. I hand him the Caspian-kitten who stretches languorously across my hands. My boyfriend smiles and takes him, Caspian clings to his teal button-up. We finally leave the driveway. Something about my nephew's changeable face and the fact that my dog just turned into a cat has given me the choice to become lucid. I'm looking toward the front of the van, and the dream would have me continue doing so. I have a choice. I worry that the dream will distort and fall apart if I take initiative. I decide to risk it and am pleased when everything remains normal. In fact it becomes more vivid. The early morning light swells and becomes impossibly sweet and warm against my face. The road we're taking hugs a cliff, it's narrow with no guardrail. We reach a red, arched metal bridge. The curve before the bridge is such that she speeds around the corner and almost hits a blockade made of cars. Everything slows down. I make the van fly over the blockade and hear my sister make a surprised, amazed noise. The van lands hard near the other side of the bridge, and the back wheels skid close to the edge where the beams have broken. I get out feeling awesomely smug and look outside curiously. The road is a mess, it's the aftermath of an attack, the men assaulting the road have gathered near my end of the bridge, awaiting orders. A thin man in a black suit with long black hair looks surprised to see me. Then he grins. I hear a strange sliding noise and turn to find my sister, nephew, and the van gone. Fear grips me, I notice a tall blonde man dressed in a striped red and black shirt and black slacks climbing down to a rough red-stone ledge that juts out from underneath the bridge. He tosses his jacket down and jumps into the water after my family. Without a second thought, I dive. I feel the wind on my face and the cool water closing around me. Everything is a delicious deep blue, far ahead of me I can see the man reaching my sister at the bottom of the lake. Both her and my nephew sank like stones, and float at the lake floor, he's in front of her, her arm draped over his shoulder down his chest. I see that the man has them, one on either side of him. I wait for him on a rock ledge. As he passes he nods to me, I push hard off the floor and slide my arms around his waist, adding my momentum to his. The closer we get to the surface the easier it becomes. I foolishly think it's because I'm still lucid. He beings to break apart, becoming empty clothes. When I break the water, he's just a shirt in my arms. My sister and nephew are gone. Where are there? What happened to them? Are they still at the bottom of the lake? Someone calls to me but I ignore them and dive again. I get to the halfway point and do not see anyone down there. I swim around looking for them. For a second I'm worried about not having enough air, then I realize I'm already breathing, cool water along with air, in through my nose. Then my boyfriend is there, he tugs on my arm and gestures to the surface. I shake my head, I don't want to go yet. He pulls me along after him anyway. We pass a ledge with treasure on it, a faded mahogany box with a gold circle with a Greek maze design engraved in a gold metal circle, it has one of these circles on each side. I want to see what's inside, but instead I follow him. When we climb out of the water, he tells me he has some idea where we can start to look for them. He makes it sound like they've been abducted. I follow him, a little uncertainly, into a bar. This is not the kind of place I would usually go. He doesn't really feel like my boyfriend, more like an acquaintance with his face. The place is narrow and drab, the bar is on the left as I walk in with backless stools bolted to the floor. On the right side are red cushioned benches running the length of the wall, leading up to a door with a frosted glass window. There's a man standing in front of the door.I don't remember seeing any tables. "Wait here, I'll be back." He goes to the man and talks quietly with him. The dishwasher has made his way out from the back to gather some glasses. He's a little rough looking, scarecrow thin with bright almost hectic blue eyes, missing teeth. His hair is dirty blonde and sticks up straight up from his skull. He's wearing a dark brown apron over a dirty white thermal shirt. He sees me and says something about how a pretty lady shouldn't come alone to a place like this. "I'm not alone." I say, giving my boyfriend a significant look. "Oh, of course." He catches the attention of the waitress. She seems like she's humoring him, he creeps her out a little with his intensity but she knows he's harmless. He starts to tell us a story about a renegade that passed through a few years ago. I wonder absently if he's talking about Liam. "The reddest hair I've ever seen, big guy! You know what I said to him, I said--" The bartender, a handsome man with a shaved head gets the waitress's attention, effectively interrupting the dishwasher. I can tell from his expression that this happens to him often. "Nevermind, no one was listening anyway." he starts to leave. I cut in, partially because I hate to see that happen to people, and partially because I want to hear the end of his story. "I was listening!" I move over to the row of cushioned benches, backing away but keeping eye contact so he knows I'm still listening. His expression brightens and he smiles, I see he's missing some teeth. "What did you say to him?" I prompt. "I said, sir, that beard ain't much of a disguise." When he says it he tugs on his own. "Besides, everyone knows who you are, hair like that there cain't be two of ya!" he laughs, amused by his own wit and daring, questioning a dangerous rebel. I laugh with him, but not really because I think it's funny. He moves off into the back, waving goodbye to me. I setting back on the bench. After a minute, something strange catches the corner of my vision. I look over, to my left is an extremely large man dressed in a black suit. I don't mean to say he's fat. Even sitting down I can tell that he's at least 8 feet tall. His leg extends nearly halfway to the bar. He's the biggest person I've ever seen. Bald, ridiculously muscular, sharp blue eyes with pinpoint pupils in a grizzled face. He's not a particularly attractive man, but his size suddenly appeals to me. He smirks at me like he knows what I'm thinking. I glance away. My boyfriend sits down to my right. "Did you find anything out?" I ask anxiously. "Not yet, the man I came to see is in a meeting. When the time comes he'll only see me, alone. We just have to wait a little bit." The next part looks like an SNES video game, a world map. We're following a trail and gold beads dot the ground in our wake. "Hehe, it looks like Mario." I think. A flashing dot appears in the spot we just left. I refuse to turn my quest into a marrior game. I focus and the avatar gains a little more definition, turning into a 16bit version of me and my boyfriend. The lack of detail annoys me. I focus, willing myself closer to the 'screen'. The dream starts to lose cohesion. My boyfriend has led me to a cliff. "Where are we even going? How will this help me find my sister?" "....these look a bit heavy to carry." he replies and points behind me. There are four chest-height empty boxes, they almost look like giant square mugs, tied together at the handle with a hot air balloon or parachute. They have angry bird face on them. "We just have a little further to go." he says.
NOTE: I've been doing 9 purif breathing almost every night this week, except once when I was too tired. Then I did some reverse RC/ADA, but I can barely do it every hour. Will continue for another week. I also do zhine meditation focusing on the breath, but I can barely do so without my mind jumping to dozens of other thoughts. 6:10 a.m. A red scorpion with a jeweled yellow crown. Running away from a demon, which does not react to banishing techniques we know. There's a book that might be available in a moving bookstore. I or someone else said that we've looked through a lot of bookstores already, but it's worth a try. The book is available. The price should be around 400 or 450 pesos, but the vendor changed it to 1000 or 2000. I declined, then he started to move his mobile bookstore away. I or something else killed him. I vaguely remember throwing the mobile bookstore into bits. Something fell off the sky and trashed the dilapidated bookstore. I think the book has something we can use against the demon. I recall seeing my crush (B.Sasdfasdf), but not sure what happened. An escape. 9:35 a.m. Running or escaping. Going up and down a building. There's a way to go up or down. An elevator and a zip line.
A red stone that cancels vampirism. It eats whatever makes the person a vampire.
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