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28.07.2011

Meeting My Dream Guide (or not..) (Incubated Lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yet again a spontaneous lucid.

I was hiding behind a wall on the rooftops of a Middle-Eastern town. My gun was behind my back, pinned up against the wall. A terrorist sat down next to me, breathing heavily. He was looking the other direction running from some marines. There were marines on my side (to the right.. he was looking left), so I didn't want to make any noise and have this terrorist notice me. Drawing my gun would make noise, and I couldn't take him hand to hand. I was waiting for a marine to get him.


It was literally a bobblehead Obama figurine come to life.





His figure was extremely odd. His head was about three feet tall and a foot wide. His lips were huge, and his neck was about the diameter of a watter bottle's tip.

A marine sniper on a rooftop to my right took a shot. Once the bullet whizzed directly in front of my face I was experiencing everything in bullet-time. The shot him him directly in the neck.

The terrorists was suffocating and obviously in agony. Then he was shot in the neck once more -- this time his head came off.

I grabbed his knife and swung my gun into my hands. I jumped down off this roof to my right and went across multiple rooftops until reaching a ladder. As I was climbing up, I was shot at. I continued climbing again up a second ladder until I was with the marines.

We promptly got the hell out of there.


Once we got back to base, I changed out of my marine uniform, turn in my M4 and knife, and went straight to physical training (indoors.)

I was in the Air Force, which is why I had to turn in my uniform and weapons.

The general looked like Clint Eastwood. He worked us hard. A girl I know was in white lingerie spread out on the floor where we were doing push ups.








I kept telling her to go away. But no. She wouldn't.

The general came back from around the corner to make sure we were actually working and saw her. He used a Garry's Mod General Construction Prop as a wall and closed it in around our group. It packed us tighter together, and hurt because she was in the way and we couldn't touch the other wall -- we were being squished.

"Well well well... it's a little tight in here ain't it?" He gave her a death glare and she left rather quickly.

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I was inside a barn, lit by oil lanters.
A man took a hatchet and chopped another man directly down the center of his face. He then proceeded to eat the body.

I left and was in a culdesac at night. I saw a bunch of people I knew from Fayetteville walking the street. I turned toward a field and yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

I turned around. A big glass cup was floating behind me. It was about the size of my torso, but a bigger diameter. It had bright blue texting moving around it, as if a hologram were inside the glass.


I turned back around.


Again, I yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

Turned around only to find once more this cup.


I was quite surprised. In previous lucids my dream guide had always been Neytiri from Avatar. I've heard of animals and creatures being dream guides, but never anything like a glass cup. I'm not sure if this is my new DG or not.







This cup had a real interesting voice. A very smooth, seducing female voice, with a bit of futuristic reverberation to it.

I gave up and walked toward the field. It was apparently a Barbecue-Reunion for all my old classmates.

27.07.2011

Wasteland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old neighborhood from Fayetteville. For once, it actually showed it as it is -- post tornado.





(not from google images)

It was night time. There were still no street lights on the road pictured above. Some of them that were still up were broken on other streets, or slanted. Houses were messed up left and right.

I was riding my bike back from my ex's house to my old house to go get guns, because Rick and I had none (see previous DJ. Rick from Falling Skies),

At an intersection, a guy in a blue minivan came up and drove up to me, miraculously avoiding the overturned SUV. He pulled out a gun with his right hand while still in the driver's seat, casually showing it to me.




(not from google images)



I said, "Come on man.. you got a gun. You mean I can't even fight to attempt to get out?"
He laughed and said "hah.. yeah. Pretty fucked up ain't it?"
"Man this is bullshit." I replied. I dropped my bike and got in his van. He never noticed Rick.
"This place is a wasteland. The world's severely fucked." he said.

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I had gotten free of him by breaking the rope around my hands and killing his henchman with my fists. I ran back into my old house and grabbed the only pistol there and one hunting knife. I had one more I took from the cellar I was trapped in earlier. The pistol had seven bullets in the chamber. It was a Baretta.

I ran back to the ex's house. Her house was elevated by a stucco staircase, and another house was directly across from this staircase (as if the front doors were on the adjacent sides). Rick and I got to the top of the staircase and saw three kids and a man. I looked at Rick and we both tried to hug the wall and get out of view. All three kids saw us and I put my hands over my lips to say "shhhhh..."

They didn't speak, but as the staircase curved toward the door, the man saw me. He drew his weapon. I aimed down my sights and shot him in the lower stomach to my right. He slowly fell to the ground, and tried to shoot as he was going down. He aimed directly at me. I started strafing and jumping as if it were a video game, scared out of my mind. Rick stood there staring.

*click* *click* *click*

The man's pistol wasn't even loaded.

The children continued inside the house. I went over to the man's body and found 13 rounds, preloaded in 7 and 6-bullet magazines. I took the empty mag just in case.

24.07.2011

Opposing Force (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

No recall here.

Running from the Black Ops -- a group of stealth military operatives. They were out to kill the aliens AND shut up any survivors of the area to cover it up. Yup, I was a survivor. They were wearing stealth suits and had the Half-Life One SMG.







I found my way to an elevator and went up it to a room with six windows and one door. I blocked the door with a prop.

(garry's mod mode here.. prop spawning, sandbox mode, etc.)

All the windows had buttons over them. JUST like the ones from Garry's Mod on rp_downtown. I pressed each button to block the view of the windows (a plywood sheet slides out)

They would eventually open themselves. Turns out I had to set them and lock them and not just press the open/close button. People form Fayetteville started coming up the elevator. I was unable to figure out the window system in time. A flying red alien (think skyline, but not blue), There were about twenty of us inside and a window opened -- the alien opened fire, killing most. I managed to escape through the door I barricaded earlier.







I ran down a few flights of stairs. Four black ops were there. A bunch of Barnacles from Half Life 2 were also on the ceiling. They were taking careful measures to avoid them. Not knowing what to do, I jumped down a flight of stairs, wrapped my legs around his chest, and began to choke the man. His friends wouldn't help him as I was using him as a human shield and there were barnacles on the ceiling.






These guys grab onto you with their tongues and pull you up and chew.. yum..

The other guys ran and I let this guy go as he ran too. I went through the same door they did down the stairs. I was in a school hallway with a huge profesionally-cut hole in the right wall. I went through it and somebody had the garry's mod fading door tool made of general props. I went through it before it closed.

It was the guy from the skatepark. The extremely good one. He walked in and his door re-appeared (no longer faded due to keypad timout)

This was a MASSIVE underground bathroom... of which I have dreamed in twice. *smack*


One operative found a hole in the door where you could see and began to fire. I spawn another general prop and tried to block it off, but was trying to dodge bullets and kept hitting walls and the prop was turning, making it difficult to block off the top (people were jumping on the keypad then over the door)

No recall.

21.07.2011

Raiding with Jake Bowen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with Misha "Bulb" Mansoor and Jake Bowen from the band periphery. We set up base in a little hole-in-the-wall store out of General Props from the Garry's Mod Spawn list and put two keypads on each side. We set up empty refirdgerator frames to use as shelves. Each person got two frames -- enough for 12 printers (four in regular shelves, one in freezer shelf, and one on top)















We grabbed SMGs from Half-Life and Jake and I left while Misha kept building and guarding in case of raiders.







We went raiding through the map of rp_downtown. In each base we didn't have to work much because most people had already bought money printers without building fortification, and in a couple more bases we used explosive charges on doors. In one apartment we had to kill four people who opposed us with guns. One was hung.






Couldn't have found a more perfect picture.

We came back with a couple money printers each.

This was a game of Garry's Mod. (AKA Half-Life sandbox game.)

21.07.2011

Zero Skateboards Factory Explosion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a skatepark just past a tiny road on the edge of town. I was in a town with lots of pine trees, not Albuquerque. It was night-time and the park was well-lit by lights from the tower.

Yet again a reference of my old town of Fayetteville.

The racial demographic was much like Fayetteville as well, and very very unlikely to see out here.

This skatepark had bleachers in the back left, and was made of white concrete. Lots of domes and transition. In the middle was the Zero Skateboards manufacturing plant.

But it looked lik a combine tower.








I was riding my current skateboard, a Chris Cole Zero deck with black 52mm Autobahn wheels, Green & Gold Venture trucks, and checkers hardware. Although it is a bit scratched up.. and I have a rusty replacement kingpin and missing a screw in my tail.







I also got a new board (from where hell I don't know) Also zero, with GREEN autobahns, and green skull on the deck.







I set it down by my dad and started skating on my old board. He took that board and started skating on it. So I had him give it back. This time I set it closer to my dad. I went on skating.

As I came back, he had been skating it, and a big chunk of griptape was missing on the back.

No doubt caused by me going to the skatepark in the rain last night. I came home because it was too slick, but was still concerned about my grip tape losing its sand.

I yelled at him and he said "da fuqq you want nigga? Bet you wont come at me do bruh. You just a bitch nigga."

^This is average talk where I just moved out of. Thank God I'm out. Lol.

So I punched him. ^_^

Fighting followed. It was incredibly realistic, not dreamlike. We ended up locking with arms around each other and I put my fingers down into a pressure point and pushed. I just held them there until he passed out and let go of me.

My dad watched the entire thing. He said "Heh.. so you strong now?"

THE GUYS UNCONSCIOUS BODY WAS NOW AN UNCONSCIOUS DOG.

My dad went home and eventually this dog disappeared too. I kept skating for five minutes or so.

Guy I just beat the crap out of comes back with three friends. They steal mynew zero board, as well as my old one and run off laughing "HAHAHAHA BIIITCCCHH. DON'T FUCK WITH US!! HHAHAHAHAHA!!"

I picked up a small kingpin that had fallen off of somebody's board and chucked it into the tower. BOOOOOOOOMMM. It exploded right on top of them.

And I turned around and RAN LIKE HELL before the explosion reached me. It was moderately paced, as if somebody had strewn out explosives in a line and hit one.

I ran through these woods barefoot (yet managed minimal stabs to the foot) and eventually took a turn where a lake started.

I've been to this exact dream spot twice in the past year and a half or so... aggravated me upon waking.






Ignore that freaky thing and just pretend it's me. Lol.

The dream ends.


For reference, this is what I look like.

If anybody knows who he is, 9001 points to you.

20.07.2011

Sheldon Cooper Black Mesa (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Sheldon Cooper rampaging Black Mesa with TMP. From third floor catwalk staircase (rp_downtown yellow warehouse) was shooting as I managed to hit lockdown. Slipped out as door shut and was outside aperture. Mom and matt in car, listening to gospel and hit a dumpster from my apartment.







*I understand this is half-assed. I'm learning the new DJ system in cooperation with Banhurt's 2.6 and wrote it at midnight the night after. Also not much to elaborate on fifteen seconds of dream. I assure you it will become what my old Dream Journal was!

I was in a gold mine like tunnel underground with some "DC friends." All around were roots and beams. Along the right side was a really long shelf with logs. In front of me was a (horseless and engine-less) wagon which the DCs got into. We were after some creature and we needed to move fast. The wagon was log powered so naturally I needed to run behind it grabbing and throwing logs as I went. On top of that I had to grab the correct log at the right time, which wasn't easy because they all looked alike. (They felt spiritually different) The wagon was going faster and faster and a few logs came really close to hitting the DCs in the head. I was having trouble keeping up when we finally came to the end of the tunnel.

Just outside the tunnel were two dead creatures that looked allot like raptors. All the colors outside were extremely vibrant and the scenery was forest/jungle like. I asked "What do we do if plan slightly failed" DCs felt like strangers at this point but still friendly. One grabbed a dead raptors tail and thew it into a nearby ravine almost simultaneously another DC throws the other raptor. The throwing happened lightning fast. I wasn't lucid but I think I was beginning to suspect something (because of the raptors go figure)

I've averaged about 5 hours of sleep the past few weeks which is obviously not very good for lucid dreaming, and I kind of stopped trying because it felt like a hopeless endeavor until I have more time.
I still occasionally try to WILD during naps, which works sometimes, but nap dreams are always quite short.
This is the first day where I could sleep for as long as I wanted in a long time.
I went to bed wishing for a nice lucid.

1. I'm at Uni. Someone tells me that they have seen wolves around here at night.
   They suggest that I close my windows at night because apparently wolves come and kill you in your sleep if you leave them open.
   I don't really believe any of it though.
   __
2. I wake up in my bed and I am startled by a bright wolf right next to me.
   I check my windows. Yep, they're open, but why? I never leave them open.
   I quickly notice that the wolf isn't hostile at all, in fact he looks kind of cute.
   I pet him and he's clearly enjoying it...
   __
3. Dancing with the wolves
   I wake up again. Well, that's not right, how can I wake up twice in a row?
   Oh. I'm dreaming, of course! How exciting! It's been some time since my last DILD.
   I immediately start contemplating doing all kinds of things when I notice that the dream is about to fall apart.
   I feel the buzzing vibrations all over my skin and my vision is fading to black. Shit!
   
   My first reflex is to spin wildly, even though I usually try to DEILD in these situations.
   Lucky for me, the spinning stabilizes the dream and the vibrations stop.
   That was close. I try to remain calm and take a walk in my apartment trying to get my emotions under control.
   I end up next to my bathroom and I hear someone singing in my bathroom.
   
   It's a female voice humming a melody. I can also hear water drops.
   Is someone in my bathtub? I walk inside my bathroom and I find Olivia Wilde in my bathtub.
   This is a huge surprise. Fortunately I've calmed down and I'm able to control myself and keep the dream stable.
   She's wearing clothes in the bathtub for some reason. Blue jeans and a grey shirt.
   
   
   "Why don't you join me?"
   
   The bathtub is wider than in waking life, there's easily enough place for the both of us.
   Why not? I enter the bathtub. The water feels nice and warm.
   
   
   "So, what is Olivia Wilde doing in my bathtub?"
   "Why don't you ask your subconscious?"
   
   Clearly a reference to this dream: Experimenting with Dream Control - Creating Worlds & Meeting Olivia Wilde
   
   
   "Am I not technically asking my subconscious already?"
   "Haha, you're good."
   
   I wonder where this is going.
   Suddenly Olivia imitates the howling of a wolf.
   
   
   "Okay?"
   "I want to run. I want to run aimlessly through the forest and enjoy this wonderful night."
   "Will you come with me?"
   "Sure"
   
   She stares deeply into my eyes.
   I can see the reflection in her eyes changing, it looks very interesting and she has very beautiful eyes.
   Suddenly I can feel the air brushing over my skin.
   We're outside now, in front of a forest I do not know.
   I understand that she just teleported the both of us here.
   
   It's the middle of the night, but everything is lit rather well by the full moon, which is bigger than usual.
   The lighting gives everything a rather mysterious but beautiful look.
   
   
   "Let's run!"
   
   Olivia turns into a big wolf right in front of me.
   
   
   It's bigger than a wolf in waking life, but that doesn't prevent it from looking absolutely adorable.
   She howls again, very loudly.
   Then she takes off into the forest. After a few meters she stops and looks at me.
   She's waiting for me.
   
   I feel like I'm supposed to turn into a wolf, and even though I know that I suck horribly at transforming into other beings, I give it a try.
   And oddly enough, it works perfectly.
   As soon as I have transformed myself into a white wolf, I can feel the urge to run through the forest.
   I howl loudly before entering the forest, and Olivia mimics it.
   
   We're running through the forest as fast as we can. We're ridiculously fast, I'm guessing that we're going about 100km/h.
   It's quite hard navigating the forest at these speeds, but oh my god, it feels SO GOOD.
   I can feel every single hair in my fur moving with the wind and I can see so clearly in the dark with my wolves eyes.
   This must be what WakingNomad feels like all the time.
   It's such a wonderful feeling to experience the world as a different being.
   
   We stop on a high hill where we can overlook the whole forest and we howl into the night.
   
   __
4. Dragon at Stonehenge
   I open my eyes and quickly realize that I am waking up.
   I try to avoid moving in order to DEILD.
   Even though I have moved a bit, I'm still confident that I can enter a dream.
   I feel a sort of "click", like something has changed.
   For some reason I look to my left, even though there's nothing of interest there in my room in waking life.
   
   Olivia is lying right in front of me, our bodies are nearly touching.
   This startles me, I totally wasn't expecting this and my vision instantly blacks out.
   
   But then I feel myself falling and I hit the ground.
   I'm in the middle of the city.
   I get up and notice that everyone is looking at me.
   Right, I'm wearing nothing but shorts.
   
   
   "Move along."
   
   Everyone starts going back to their normal business.
   Haha, DCs are so easy to manipulate.
   I summon my dragon wings and take off into the sky.
   I pick a direction and fly towards is as fast as I can just a few meters over the ground.
   
   
   "Faster, FASTER!!!"
   
   I can feel the shock of breaking the sound barrier, and suddenly everything feels sort of calm.
   Except for the pressure on my skin which becomes greater the faster I go.
   I'm not really sure what I'm doing, but this feels great.
   I haven't flown for too long, I missed it.
   
   Mid-flight I decide I want to teleport to Teraluna.
   But I can't summon my phoenix wings whilst I have my dragon wings out... or something?
   I simply unsummon my dragon wings and then attempt to teleport which works.
   
   SHIT! I'm still going just as fast as before.
   My feat touch the ground and I try to break as hard as I can by quickly spreading my wings again.
   I'm sliding over Yuya's terrace at abnormal speeds, and I manage to stop just centimeters before hitting something.
   
   
   "Quite a dramatic entrance, I'll give you that."
   "Yuya!"
   
   I give her a big hug.
   
   
   "You're in a good mood!"
   "Of course I am!"
   
   I notice I still have my dragon wings out.
   
   
   "I will turn into a dragon!"
   "Okay?"
   "I turned into a wolf before, I can do it!"
   "Of course you can. Hey, let's go fly together!"
   
   Yuya opens a portal hovering over the ground.
   We both jump in. I come out on the other side transformed into a dragon.
   This is earth! We're just above the clouds.
   Yuya comes out of the portal, she has many watery wings, they look beautiful.
   We both dive through the clouds, flying straight down to catch speed and break off the free fall just before hitting the ground.
   We fly over open fields and I occasionally roar deeply to make it known that a dragon is flying in the skies.
   
   We slow down when I see a familiar object.
   
   
   Stonehenge! I don't think I've ever been here before.
   We land on one of the pillars, there doesn't seem to be anyone else here.
   For some reason I have to think of WakingNomad. I remember reading that he's been here a few times.
   It feels appropriate to let him know that I was here, so I roar as loudly as I can up into the sky.
   
   I put so much pressure into roaring that I am accidentally spitting quite a bit of fire.
   The sound is deep and so loud it causes the ground to vibrate.
   As I stop I see that flames are still travelling towards the clouds.
   I think I overdid it "a bit".
   I look at Yuya.
   
   
   "Oops?"
   
   We both start laughing and I loose my transformation and fall off the pillar to the ground back in human form.
   Yuya drops to the ground right next to me, she probably lost her balance as well.
   We keep laughing like little children. Life is good.

Non-lucid

My memory picks up whilst riding around town with one of my old friends cousins and he is not exactly a law abiding citizen. We drive around until we think that it would be a good idea to stop by a local gas station to pick up something to drink. We get to the gas station, and he goes inside while I stand outside next to the car. I am texting on my phone, casually looking up every now and then because I seen some pretty good looking ladies standing across the way at the gas station. There are about three of them, and the next thing I know two of the girls walk away and one of them walks toward me. She instantly sparks a conversation and leads me over to the entrance of the gas station. This is where I find out that the girls are not single, and they have about three guys with them. She purposefully led me into a trap.

I am standing in front of the gas station door now, with three other guys starring me down. They all look pretty pissed off and I begin to think that there is no other way to get out of this, other than to fight them. I throw the first punch and it makes its mark, while the two other guys jump on me and start throwing punches. Out of nowhere a person that I have not seen in years came from the back area of the gas station where the cars are supposed to be fueling, and he started in on the fight. At about that time, my old friends cousin came out of the gas station and noticed that a fight was going on so he decided to help as well. The guys were now losing pretty badly, and eventually all three of them where knocked out or laying on the ground in pain. I think about the police.

As soon as the fight is over, the friend I haven't seen in years runs up to me and I tell him that we need to get out of there now because the police will be here soon. My friends cousin jumps in the car and takes off, so we take to the back of the gas station and run through a field headed toward my old apartments. This field is very overgrown with various weeds and such, and I tell him it would be best to just make a mad dash through the middle of the field so the weeds will give us cover. We both begin to run, and we soon end up at my old grandpa's house some how. We run through the back door, and into the house, which is very dark and no one is home. I seem to know at this point that my grandpa no longer lives there. We run out of the front door, and my friend wants to go back into the house to lock the door for the home owners. I tell him that we do not have the time to do that, and I remind him that we need to keep running. He goes back anyway, locks the door, and exits the porch. Just as he jumps off of the porch, the owner drives down the street and sees him jumping off of his property.

He is driving a dark red vehicle, and it is a rather old car. It had apparently just finished raining outside, so the streets were wet and he instantly slammed on his breaks and spun out. He had his wife in the right seat, and he was in the drivers seat on the left side. You could hear him yelling out of his window after he seen us begin to run when he spun out. He instantly slammed the car into reverse and caught up with us down the road. I was on the right side of the street, and my friend was across the road from me. The man got out of his car, and he was fairly old. I see that he is brandishing a shotgun, and he is starting to shoot at my friend. We keep running hard until we get to the end of that road, and an intersection leads off to the right, left, and it also continues forward. To the left is a town, and to the right is country. My friend runs to the right, to avoid the shotgun bullets. I choose the forward path for whatever reason, and I am now being hit slightly by shotgun spray. Just in front of me, continuing forward, is a rather large church, and beyond that is a gravel road that leads to a bridge.

Since I was being hit by shotgun spray, I thought that it would be a good idea to pick up a large street sign, and cover my back with it whilst I was on the run. I do that, and I keep running toward the bridge. When I get to the bridge, the old man pulls up in his car just behind the start of the concrete that the bridge is made of and he gets out of his car. I try to keep my cool, and he holds the shotgun up to my body. He yells something that made sense then, but I cannot honestly remember exactly what it was. He then shoots the shotgun and misses, so I take my chance to grab the end of the shotgun with my left hand, and I point it away from me while I punch him in the face with my other hand. He ends up letting go of the shotgun, and I now have it under my control. I aim it at his lower half, and I fire the gun. It instantly blows off the entire lower portion of his body, and he is now crawling around screaming at me. I then proceed to shoot him in the face, and he is still not dead. Guts are hanging out of his mouth, and he is crawling toward the bridge and I casually think to myself "Good hide yourself" as I begin to worry about my finger prints on the gun.

I begin to wipe down the trigger area, and the barrel of the gun with my shirt. I know that this might not be too efficient, so I begin to look for some sort of gasoline to rub the gun down with. I find an old canister of gas just to the right of where the bridge starts in an oddly wooded area. I pick up the can and walk back to the bridge, where I see a helicopter flying very low to the ground just above where I shot at the old man. The pilot is in clear view, and I decide that I should shoot at him as well. I take three or so shots at him, and he begins to fly away into the distance. I then take my shirt off, and soak it with gasoline and then I rub down the gun in a hasty fashion, making sure to get all of the points where my fingers would have been touching the most. Just after I throw the gun off of the side of the bridge, I awake.

Flee to tranquility

My first memory is of a friend and I getting shot. His condition was dire, and I laid him upon the couch, and turned around to go call an ambulance. I was very conscious, but had not yet realized I was dreaming. I hobbled out of the room and into the hallway of an apartment--what appears to be the second floor.

I remember thinking "Just call 911...," my hand gripping the bullet wound at my lower left abdomen. A twinge of what seemed to be pain shot through my side. I remember reciting my address, preparing for the call to 911... I realized however, as I remembered my address, that I was certainly not at home, and that despite the gunshot wound, I wasn't actually feeling any pain.

Halfway down the hallway, I decided on impulse to make it an action packed dream. I armed myself with a .45 handgun from a conveniently placed holster at my side and ran into the nearest door, ready to fire. I pause, however, as I see two guys stealing from someone's apartment.

I ran up and grabbed the nearest guy in a choke-hold and held my firearm at the other henchman--who I recall had blonde dreads. I was trying to coerce them into telling my what was going on when a man in a trench coat, much larger that the other two, rounds a corner. He was obviously the head-hancho, the brains, etc.

As I was about to interrogate him, he yells at me to get down on the ground as a dark, grotesque figure bursts through a window, sending glass everywhere. He was mostly covered in shadow, but it had a look of raw, decaying flesh-- similar to a zombie or demon, etc. At this point I'd forgotten about my gun and we were running out into the hallway to escape; I had a feeling my little gun wouldn't do much anyway.

But, unfortunately, the dream was destabilizing, and I was losing lucidity, and didn't think to to do anything innovative as I started to awaken.

Length: Normal dream length
Lucid: No
Accuracy: Strong

This dream starts with me at a school. It was similar to my school now, but no really. The school yard was much much bigger. I discovered I was on the run, in fact the dream starts with me on the run inside the school. I'm running from the police. I am convicted for murder. I know when I'm running that I am convicted of murder that I didn't commit. So I'm running down and away from the police. nice thing is I never tire or get caught by the police. I eventually make it outside and start running down this huge grassy hill until I reach a fence. The police dressed in blue and brown uniform come stumbling down after me. I quickly climb over the fence only to reach another chain link fence. I scurry over that one and reach another one! Then I spot the little wire that is running through the links and I see that this fence is an electric fence. these people were going to make sure I was captured and that meant I couldn't escape the school grounds. The police seem to be laughing, but I waste no time and back track and nearly escape the jaws of the police. Apparently there are police cars surrounding the school outside and I know there is little chance of escape, but I don't give up. Apparently there are lots of people here, huge partys of people near the school hanging out or trying to find me. I sneak around the back of the school and find no one there. I try the fence near by only to see that electrified as well! I'm screwed, I didn't convict murder, and I am hungry. Suddenly out of the blue a group of my friends spot me and give me some food (potato chips) to eat and I tell them it's not me and they believe me but they think i should turn myself in. I try varies things not to get caught and nothing works. Before I wake up i remember all these sirens and flashing red lights everywhere and I slowly slouch around the brick building.

1. I place a mail order for two large grey discs of "questionable literary material." They arrive in my backyard at a bad time, as I'm playing something with my brother and my mom is on the patio talking. I keep my cool and wait until night to bring them in, but both parents are still puttering around. My dad goes outside to get a radio; I perceive him like guard from Metal Gear Solid. I make a mad dash past him with the discs under my arm, then run up the stairs, stash them under my bed and get ready to go back out. My brother then enters, dressed in a little green man alien costume.

2. I'm playing some sort of Disney/Halo crossover game. Its first level is a straightforward run and gun with an HMG, but the second is sniper mission that my dad and I can't beat. I scan a crowd of faces with my scope, but don't see the character I'm supposed to kill. I shrug and give up, and the sniper nest turns into a hotel room.

3. I'm biking at a local college, where I see my friend C.W. I invite him to have lunch with me.

Lasted: Not long. Maybe a couple of hours at the most
Lucid: Still don't know how to tell if it is lucid or not.
Accuracy: Strong.
Length: Very short.

I was in a huge beach house. I seemed to live there and I discovered there were all these creepy bugs crawling every where, They were small and were climbing on the walls and the floors. They were a yellow-brown with dark brown stripes and they were scary. I hate bugs, and these scared the daylights out of me. They kept communicating back and forth with each other in these loud high-pitched buzzing. They repeated this is certain patterns like mores code almost. They kept flying around and I would try to escape them, but they came after me and I awoke panting and almost screaming. I soon fell into SP and the dream repeated its self. So not a long one, but still scary.

Cylon Reconnaissance 6/13/11

I was part of a Two-Man recon mission from Galactica to a planet (probably Kobol). My partner was a female. I think we came down in a Raptor, but I don't recall the beginning that well. We were walking through some dense jungle/forestry, and soon found ourselves at the edge of a cliff, and we dropped down into the grass for cover.

The female pulled out a large sniper rifle, and I took out binoculars to aid her. There were a few of Cylons (human variety and toasters) in a clearing below. For some strange reason I wasn't able to assist her in targeting; I blanked. They soon saw us and we slid down the cliff side and into the valley, along the wall until we hit the tree line.

There were weapons all along the ground. My partner manage to pick up a working weapon. I however, picked up two sepearate weapons, neither of which were in working condition (Oh yeah, love my luck =P ). One of which looked like a longbow...I assumed it was an energy weapon, but apparently it was just a bow, or it was busted. The second was a sort of mechanical rapier, with a second blade running from the hand hard, and meet at the tip of the main blade.

We darted back into the cover of the woods and were running REALLY fast--inhumanly fast. I realized that WE were Cylons ourselves! (Twist!) The other cylons were a few yards behind us, firing at us, but missing. We leapt into the wreckage of another raptor and set a beacon (which marked the a target for Nuking from the ship in orbit) and were "beamed up" to Galactica.

From this point, it switched to a movie style dream...I saw the other Cyclons looking at the beacon apathetically just as a massive mushroom cloud appeared, shockwave and all. It was pretty intense. After that, it switched to President Rosland doing something...the dream got a bit illogical after that.

This one is hard for me to trace back. I remember going into a cafeteria at my old school desert mountain. I went to the cafeteria, they needed to see my ASU ID for my to eat there. I had some cash on me and was going to buy a two dollar breakfast. The guy asking for my card said he'd give me two bucks if I didn;t have it. Austin was there I believe. I had my breakfast, there was a girl working there who mentioned she could get morphine. I inquired about what else she could get, she said adderall. I told her I wanted some she said she would help me get some after work. I waited around then she started saying something about borrowing money from the cafeteria register to loan to her dealer and that he would pay it back. I thought this was a terrible idea. I ended up meeting her dealer at the school, I didn't like him. I remember grabbing his head all dexter status and yelling in his face that he was a terrible person and he manipulates people and that I would take care of him. He grabbed my head and forced me to the ground, his thumbs were suppose to be gouging my eyes, but they weren't quite doing that.

I don't know what happened next but I remember kids in the cafeteria, camping out, sleeping on the ground, some of them were doing sexual things. I pointed to these stairs that ran to the roof, we could hear weird noises outside. Some kids went up those stairs to investigate. I don't know when I realized I was dreaming, but I remember walking up those same stairs to see where they went. While walking up I had one hand on the rail, another on the wall, I felt like I was barefoot. I could feel several different textures simultaneously. I remember just stopping for a second to feel everything because it was so amazing that I could feel so many textures at once in my dream.

I went outside to find a bunch of 1940s soldiers fighting a war. I started running down the street, trying to get myself up to incredible speeds. I'd come to signs that I tried jumping like hurdles. I was hesitant about it, and this hesitance caused me to bounce off these signs, even though I cleared them with some really high jumps.

I don't remember what happened next, the next thing I remember is being in a house. I remember my dream going black a couple times and then coming back so maybe this is what happened. I decided I wanted to practice flying, so I find some soft carpet to make me feel comfortable practicing over. I jump and lay my body horizontally to try to get it to hover. At first I'm actually having some success. I get a little bored and decide to explore this huge house. I shout asking if anyone is home. Eventually I came to a room and inside were two children, a little boy and a little girl. To the right of them is this oldish looking woman. She looked old in the face region, although it was changing, but she had a nice body. I remember something really creepy happening with the children, but I have no idea what it was, I feel like they did or said something demonic.

Also while exploring the house, I noticed that in every room there was a television that was on. In the larger office like room that I practiced in, there was a computer that was on playing music. I remember trying to get on youtube on it to see if I could get it to play any song that I wanted, but I couldn't get it to access the internet. Back to the room with children though, I decided to have sex with the woman, and the kids were gone. Her face was doing weird things so I put it under the mattress or the sheet or something while we had sex. I actually acheived having sex without collapsing my dream, but to my dissappointment it felt even worse than real sex. Probably because in a dream it's even more psychological and I wasn't that into it. I could feel it somewhat, but like every feeling in a dream, it was dull.

When I finished having sex with her, I pulled my dick out and it was bright red, I assumed it was covered in blood. I thought weird, she must be a virgin. When she took her head out from under whatever, she was now young and kind of cute. She was pissed that I had put her head under something. We went out into the kitchen and she told me that she was leaving me. She said she couldn't waste another 15 years of her life with me. I decided fuck this bitch, and was going to go back to trying to fly. I found the same room, it was weird the rooms didn't seem to change. I began practicing, but this time had no success. I tried to imagine a force pushing me up, but it was no use.

I walked out of my room and there was an old man standing with his back to me. I pushed him because I thought my wife was cheating on me with him (jealousy is an instinctual impulse apparently, only inhibited by logic, which I didn't have) . He turned around and looked like a 60-70 year old version of my dad's friend Bernie. He wasn't there to get with my wife. He said to me, "In the year 2011, America turns down making billions by killing billions and instead loses billions." My wife was sitting on the couch and said she doesn't know if that's true, you can never trust those East Hollywood Types. I felt like my dream was giving me a glimpse of the future, I looked at my wife, she didn't seem angry anymore. She was pretty. She had dark hair, and a tattoo on her right shoulder that went down to just above her forearm. It was all black, no color. I had been thinking during my whole dream, holy shit this dream has lasted forever, and it made me worry a little bit. Right after looking at my wife though, it came to an end. There's so many things I left out because I couldn't remember, this dream was truly something else.