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Or at least a try for journey to Urth. Baking Nomad didn't register any catastrophe there, therefore I wasn't at the same place

It started as I was flying through tunnel as I often start my lucid dream. I flew out of the tunnel above ocean with big waves. It was night, but not totally dark. I was surrounded by strong energy field(aura). There was island in front of me, a few kilometers away. I flew at high speeds toward it. There was really high pyramid in the center of island, and at the top there was light shining. It was not classical pyramid it was slimmer than it should be with its height.
It looked like the island is covered by palm jungle... and in front of me there was big clif. I steered to side, so I flew besides cliff and above of the island's shoreline, a few tens of meters besides that cliff. After a few minutes of high speed flight there was something like small city made of skyscrapers, it looked like crystal growing on the shoreline. I was flying there and landed closeby. I remembered that I have to tune down my powers so I tried to lower my energy output. I'm not used to do that... my aura was dimming, but energy inside was growing, it was like I can't stop production, only output. For maybe minute I managed to switch off my aura completely, but then I exploded. I saw that as outside observer- it was as if nuclear weapon exploded. My body destroyed the city- broken structures were burning in front of me... and large chunk of jungle was also burning.
Pyramid in center remained unscattered. It was far enough and really massive. So I started to fly to pyramid. I was point of consciousness, body less after explosion. I flew up and to pyramid. I saw that the light on top wasn't natural. It was strange, there was really hot lava visible on the top of pyramid, and some people were dancing around it. I directed my flight trajectory to that people... and I woke up before I came close to them.

Another swing and a miss at meeting Art at the Alamo. But the good news is that I managed to remember (and execute) Basic Task of the Month!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #104: Reservations

I have a false awakening at home and stumble out of bed. I'm disappointed and slightly grouchy that I failed to achieve a lucid dream. Feeling unmotivated, I wander aimlessly through the house, contemplating how late for work I probably am. I think that it's Friday, though, and I'm looking forward to ordering pizza with the guys at the office and shooting the breeze for a while. (Nope, today's Wednesday!)

I wind up in the exercise room but the power rack and dip station are completely missing. It's halfway converted into an office and I see the guts of a half-built computer on the floor. I kneel down to work on it, seeing that the RAM is missing and that the box is full of dust like it's been sitting there for years. I finally grasp how dreamlike this all is and become lucid.

I rub my hands together and assemble my goals. Two come to me fairly quickly: 1) meet NewArtemis at the Alamo 2) go water-skiing. (Oops, Advanced Task of the Month is actually parasailing.) I move into the master bedroom where I see Wife standing nearby as my two young children E and R run around the room. I announce that I'm having a lucid dream, eliciting an "Okay!" from Wife. I phase through the external wall of our house. I'm on the 2nd story, so I drift down to the driveway below, lightly brushing the branches of our oak tree with my fingers as I pass.

It's a bright morning outside and I'm preparing to fly off for the Alamo when I hear the voice of my son E behind me. "Daddy, wait! Daaaaaaddy!" I think that it's probably smartest to ignore him but I can't help looking back. Somehow he's followed me outside and I see him standing about fifteen feet away, looking so small. He looks at me with enormous, pleading eyes and says, "Daddy, can I go with you?"

I start feeling all melty-hearted and I know that resistance is futile. It'd probably be amusing to see E and NewArtemis' DCs interact anyway. "Sure, buddy," I say, scooping him up and placing him on my shoulders. I hop up into the air and we fly together over the neighborhood, heading vaguely northwest. The city's different in this direction, and we pass a park and a block of tall buildings. I decide that the Alamo is in the next block and I tell E this to cement it further in my mind. "Uh-huh!" he enthusiastically agrees.

When we hit the next city block, though, I'm disappointed to find no sign of the Alamo. There's a river running east-west with a simple stone bridge crossing it and a walkway on either side. I shout down to the DCs milling around below: "The Alamo's supposed to be right here! Which way is it?"

A blonde lady walking with her daughter points westward toward the bridge. "It's that way, just past the bridge!" I thank her, land, and walk under the bridge with E still on my shoulders. We emerge to see the Alamo up ahead but there's some kind of enormous line out front. I feel the urge to get in line and patiently wait but remind myself that this is my dream and it is therefore okay to be a bit of a jerk. I stride to the front of the line where I find a restaurant host holding a clipboard. It's apparent to me that the Alamo has been converted to some sort of amazingly popular restaurant.

The host asks me whether I have reservations. "Of course," I say. "Check under [CanisLucidus]."

"Ah yes!" he responds. "Party of fifteen. Your table's almost ready."

Fifteen people? "[NewArtemis] is in our group, isn't that right?" But the host wanders off, saying that he'll "be right back."

I decide to give him a moment before prodding the dream plot onward. I remember Task of the Month (speak gibberish to a DC and see how they respond.) A sour-looking girl of about eight with brown hair and freckles is waiting nearby, sitting on a piece of luggage. "Ooooooga booga booga!" I exclaim.

She looks very annoyed. "Can we please just skip the whole 'Mess with DCs' show?" I hear her fine, but her response shocks me into just saying, "What?" She sighs dramatically and repeats herself: "I said can we skip the whole 'Mess with DCs' show? Have you seen how long this line is? I am not in the mood."

Amused, I turn away. Good enough for me. I want to keep things rolling, so I announce to the unseen host, "So my table's ready then, right?"

The host scurries back into view. "Sorry for the wait, sir. Mr. Graham was napping and needed to be woken up. Who schedules a lunch for a nap?" he says with a laugh, even though I haven't the faintest idea what he's talking about or who "Mr. Graham" is. "Right this way," says the host, and I follow, now holding E by the hand. We're moving through a wood-paneled hallway into the restaurant interior when the dream ends.

The second of two LDs from the morning of 05/18/2013. This was a big, big dream, and this dream and I did not always get along. This was my first serious attempt at meeting NewArtemis for a dream sharing attempt.

I also got into a big fight with a powerful DC that escalated into a me against the world situation. I could have handled this a lot better. My self-control wasn't what it should be... but it was still kinda awesome.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #96: Clash at the Alamo

I'm Marty McFly from Back to the Future, driving my DeLorean on a set of rails that stand hundreds of feet over a bay. The DeLorean starts to shake as it picks up speed and before I can make a time jump, the rails end and the car goes plummeting toward the sparkling water.

I brace for impact and the DeLorean flies to pieces as it strikes the bay. Miraculously, I'm unharmed, and I thrash about for something to hold on to so that I can get my bearings and figure out what to do. One long, fin-like piece of metal from the car bobs to the surface and I grab onto it. The moment that I do, an unseen engine roars to life and takes off like a jet ski.

As I'm racing across the bay, I realize that this has to be a dream. After riding for a moment, I'm perhaps a hundred feet from shore. I leap off the impromptu "jet ski" and fly the remaining distance, landing in a stone plaza that stands at the water's edge.

I remember that I'm planning to meet NewArtemis at the Alamo for a shared dreaming experiment. I turn toward the water, raise my hands up in the air, and make an announcement to all of the DCs. Most of the passerby stop and turn to look at me. "The Alamo is right behind me! That's right -- Alamo right behind me!" I imagine it in detail, rebuilding my mental map, forgetting and scrubbing out the buildings that were there before and replacing it with my image of everything that I remember about the Alamo. I continue this until I can think of nothing of what's behind me except for this image of the Alamo.



I turn around, expecting to see the Alamo... and there it is! The stone's a little darker and the construction looks a little too new to be quite right, but it's more than close enough of a lookalike for me. I walk around past the front entrance to a courtyard. The geography is different in this dream from that of the real Alamo, and I come to a stone wall with a little alcove and a bench. There's a woman sitting on the bench and we look at each other immediately.

She gets up and approaches me right away. She doesn't look like NewArtemis' DC has in the past, but I'm not sure of anything yet. She speaks first: "I'm here to meet someone. How about you?"

"So am I," I say, studying her. She's roughly the same height as Art's DC but her skin is paler, her hair curlier, her build heavier, and her face is different -- broader, different nose, different shape... just different. "But you're not her, are you? I don't think you're [NewArtemis]."

She smiles noncommitally, but I continue. "That's okay," I continue. "Let's still do the passphrases and gestures." I speak my chosen word to the DC and perform my chosen gesture. She doesn't bother speaking a passphrase in return but she does perform a gesture. (These have been reported to a 3rd party who is not NewArtemis just in case she's able to guess them.)

"Well, I need to go!" the woman says. She walks out of the alcove and passes me. As she goes, she becomes a much older lady, blonde, mid-50s. She grows to an enormous height, probably close to 8 feet tall. She's wearing shorts and I see that her legs are covered with a crisscrossing patchwork of scars.

I contemplate following, but I'm distracted by a man who's sitting at the top of a stone wall nearby, staring at me with a malicious grin on his face. He's in his late 30s with close-cropped reddish-blonde hair. The guy keeps staring at me with that joyless grin and I know that he's looking for trouble with me. I want no part of it, so I turn and walk away.



He hops down from the wall and grips my right forearm with his right hand, twisting my arm around so that my hand is near my head. I try to pull my arm out of his grip but when I yank, it doesn't budge. He laughs, shaking his head as if he can't believe that I would bother trying to defy him. "You're never leaving here," he says. "I mean it. You are never leaving here." I yank my arm again but I feel as weak as a kitten.

I know I have to turn this around fast. I grab him by the back of the head with my left hand and begin to imagine my adversary as frail and lethargic. "You're so weak and tired," I tell him, trying to sound compassionate, even though I'm boiling with rage. "There's just no strength left in you at all." And I gently move to lay him down on a nearby table. I think of him as totally weak and barely able to move. His grip slips from my arm and he flops backward onto the table.

"And small," I say, pressing on his head with one hand and his feet with the other. He begins to shrink. His hair has turned jet black now, and his eyes close. I squeeze him together, thinking of him as so tiny, and soon he shrinks to the size of a child, then to the size of a baby, then disappears into his clothes entirely. My self-control cracks and I ball up his clothes, throw the bundle on the ground, and give it a vicious stomp. I wonder for a moment whether I've gone too far and hope for a moment that the bundle was empty. I walk through a nearby archway, not sticking around to find out more.

I emerge in a cafeteria. A table of 6 or 7 teenagers immediately looks up from their meals at me. "It's him," one of them says, and they all get to their feet and come after me. I fly through a nearby doorway and emerge in a large, empty room with a skylight. I fly up to the skylight, intending to phase through it, but something seems to restrain me from getting high enough. I run through a doorway into a drugstore that dead-ends in a frosted glass window. I vault toward it, phasing through onto a street scene.

There are police everywhere on the street. I know that they're looking for me. There are strange little ball-shaped hoverbots scanning the streets with cameras, also trying to track me down. I sprint up to one and kick it against a nearby wall. With a pop, it breaks into two smoking, fizzling halves.

Everything seems to be happening too fast for me to control. I run down the street, looking for some way out of this fear. I want to buy time to calm down, so I phase through the door of a nearby house. Cops are turning the place over while the family, a husband and wife and their little girl of about 8 are glued to the TV. One cop notices me as I walk in, but I swoop in on him, grab him from behind, and choke him unconscious. The other two cops don't seem to notice any of this, and the little family stares obliviously into their TV sets.

I watch the TV for a moment. It's some sort of political propaganda which claims that the moral code of their "great society" is built upon a foundation of classic arcade games like Centipede, Pac-Man, and Donkey Kong. I'm torn -- on one hand, I find top-down, statist morality codes repugnant. On the other hand, I sure do love classic arcade games.

I phase out through the back of the house into the yard. The cops yell at me as I pass and I hear them calling for backup. The back yard is peaceful for a moment before the wail of what sounds like an air raid siren fills the air. I look up at the sky, feeling helpless, trying to find peace for a moment. But all I can think is They're coming for me. The dream ends...

09.23.2012

I'm a Disappointment + Was That Windhover?? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and I'm holding a shiny gray metal bowl, it looks like the same bowl I have in my apartment that I use to mix pancake ingredients. The house itself resembles the one in waking life that I went to for summer vacation by the end of my Freshmen year.

There walls in the living room are Pastel Green, the flooring in that same area was dark brown with a nice wooden polish. I think my mother was there as well, which is really something I keep forgetting isn't a part of waking life at all....

I can't remember the details in between what I did inside of the house, but I think I tried to get out of the house again and escape for some odd reason. I ended up coming back because I was afraid of someone, like my father, catching up and finding me.

When I came back to the house, I played it off as if I just went outside for fresh air or something like that. Then the dream shifts to where I'm walking with my father in a completely different place, and he tells me,

"You're a disappointment."

I looked at him weirdly, and I can't remember what exactly caused him to declare, but I kept trying to talk to him and try to understand what it was that I did wrong. However, random things in the dream keep distracting me from trying to give him a rational explanation.

This next part is confusing, I can't even tell if I'm in my dream body, or if I'm watching Windhover, or if I'm taking the embodiment of Shiro that's on her avatar from Deadman Wonderland.

And here's my horrible sketch in the morning of Shiro....aHHHHHH....but it's really how I saw Shiro/Windhover/Me/I Don't know who!!! :c
(And those hands are Shiro's/Me/Windhover/Idk's hands...the hands look weird..but...don't worry about it xD)

Spoiler for Horrible Sketch of Shiro:

Even my thoughts started to become a distraction as well, because the more I tried to formulate words, the more a tingly sensation in my mind would initiate, as if it's telling me not to declare whatever thought came first.

I saw someone in spectator mode having their arms folded and hands open as if they were really trying to come up with something to say, but failed. I think the Shiro counterpart was wearing a khaki jacket and a white shirt underneath.

Unfortunately, that's all I remember for that dream.

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09.23.2012

Exam Review? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a lecture room, and it's pretty spacious. There's a huge screen that takes up nearly 90% of the whole wall that's far away from me. There's a downward slope, probably to be efficient with spacing, and there are a few people in here already.

I believe I'm already sitting down, writing things whoever is tutoring us at the bottom left corner is writing.

It was some math problem, but it seemed it had some Organic Chemistry with Equatorial and Axial positions. I remember the number "5" next to one of the two axis labeled:

X axis:______

Y axis:______

It seems the tutoring session for the exam review was coming to a close, and there was something about the problem that bothered me, so I raised my hand and asked.

"If you were to put the 5 on the axial rather than the equatorial, wouldn't it be reversed?"

Something along those lines, and whoever it is I'm looking at, I can't remember their visage well, but they nodded.

I guess I was right about something.

:shrug:

05.29.2012

Frost Dragon Bones in a Lecture? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Okay, this dream was completely associated with me playing Runescape late at night trying to do Fight Kiln with only a Unicorn and three Saradomin Brew Flasks (6 doses).

Horrible move. Not only did do well with getting my ass handed to me, but still come out smelling like roses until wave 20 (there's 37 waves in total), I also managed to barely survive....and then I fucking realized I had two invulnerability crystals, but I didn't use them AT ALL, I decided to ignore them against the Jad on Wave 20....LOL.

Anyway, on to the dream, since I actually remember a few!

All right, I'm in a lecture room, and it seems I'm a little early. Go me for being goody two shoes and going to lecture rooms early!

There are a lot of dream characters that look familiar to me. There was one that stood out to me, and the other was just a random person I didn't even know about.

Both were blonde, what is my obessesion with blondes man? Anyway, while more people were getting inside the lecture room, for some reason, I decided to cover myself in pink cloth.

Now get this, I.....for some reason I can feel every sensation as I'm pulling the pink cloth over my face and body. What's funny is that I could still see perfectly fine, it's like I didn't even have a pink cloth over me.

What kind of logic is this?!?!?!? As I'm randomly looking at people (and I think I turned my back around or probably somehow to turn my whole body completely), I finally turn back in front of the screen.

I look to my left, and I see another blonde girl in the same row as me. She looked nerdy, had glasses, blue or green eyes, wearing a light swamp-ish green sweater, and a long Khaki/beige skirt/dress that probably went all the wait down a few inches past her knees.

She was looking at me for a while, and it was hard if she was spacing out and forgot that she was looking at me, or if she was just confident with herself and didn't care if I saw her.

I look at her the whole time, see her glance away by looking on the floor in the row she's in, and then she looks at me again.

Hmm..............


Glasses, Khaki/Beige skirt/dress, and blonde?


Hmm.............


Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, didn't even look close to her, she was honestly not someone with any kind of sex appeal.

I wonder if she was dressed like that on purpose or something....oh well.

Apparently, students are doing presentations, and I think I was starting with mine, seeing as when the dream shifts, I had to pick up this miniature sized Frost Dragon bone on the long desk.

The bone was a transparent and cyan object, and I'm not sure I even picked it up, but I was done with my presentation....but I don't remember even saying anything....

Anyway, the boyfriend of this other blonde girl that caught my eye, let's call her Sammy, goes up for his presentation.

I honestly don't know how a beautiful girl like her would be going out with someone below average....maybe she wants someone lower on the attractive spectrum to be loyal to her.

LOL.

Sorry, being a little too cocky there.

I honestly thought this guy was going to give a horrible presentation, the way his face was, his hair, I think I compared him to myself too much. I probably was jealous because he had a cute girlfriend, and I probably wanted her to be my girlfriend in the dream.

Don't try to steal another man's girlfriend Link......

As I'm moving out of the way for him to get ready with his presentation,

He actually knows his stuff, and he's talking about Beetles, not The Beetles, BEETLES, insects. I don't know if he's pulling out these terms out of his ass or something, but he knows his stuff! At least he sounded smart, because that seems to be the only way to scare a few people who have to do presentations after as well.

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05.29.2012

Casino (Possible Shared Dreaming Attempt to find Alyzarin?) (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Ah...despite my horrible recall from this dream, it felt kind of cool being in a Casino.

Lol, as I was in the middle of typing this, apparently, Alyzarin had a dream where she owed someone money.....I wonder if this could've been a potential shared dreaming attempt that my non-lucid state seems to do at random times.

Anyway, I think took the body of Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop, or at least, had the voice of him (if I could imitate his voice, he'd be the only accent I would use in waking life, just an awesome voice to have! Cam Clarke doing Kratos' voice in Tales of Vesperia would come in a close tie or second).

But let's just assume I'm me in the dream, body and all. I'm in an apartment, and there's a few people in the room, but I can't remember if I interacted with them, or just tried to blend in the crowd. It seemed I had a goal in mind, but I don't know what exactly.

I decided to go to a door, open it slowly, and peek through to my right to see there's a few guys in Black Suits and fully armed.

Shit.

Close the door quickly!

Nothing happens.

Okay......

Open the door slowly again, seeing as they aren't out to randomly shoot whatever door pops up, which saves me the trouble of killing people not out to get anyone.

Guess I should give myself a pat on the back for not actually killing someone randomly!

I walk casually upstairs, and I finally get on the top floor to see that these guys kind looked like Bouncers, in a way, just armed.

It seems I had a Gun Belt attached to my body, along with suspenders for the belt. So the gun that was contained in the case of the gun belt was actually on the sides of my torso region.

I'd expect the armed Bouncer guys to be a little more serious, because I have a gun, and I could've just decided to shoot all of them at once, but again, I probably would've been riddled with bullets if I did try to.

They were surprisingly calm, very calm, it almost scared me to the point where I thought this thing could be staged.

Anyway, I put my hands up in that position where someone would tell you "Freeze!", but they didn't say anything, I just decided to be smart and raise them up.

In fact, I was surprisingly calm as well.

When Dreamprofesser saw me in a dream one time, he said I had a very calm personality...

Hm....I wonder if I was watching my non-lucid state that has all sorts of behavior was exhibiting this quality for a good reason, or I'm probably just over-analyzing things again...probably the latter.

I guess you could say I had the calming personality because I wasn't afraid to die or something. They take my gun, and they give me the OK the go inside this Casino section.

The floor was green, carpet green, classic color for a Casino. I see some poker chips on a few tables as well. And from this point, I don't really remember anything else other than being inside a mini Casino.

After going through those bouncers, I felt a huge load of stress coming off, and I guess I spent the time playing around in a Casino.

But I don't think I would be the type to do gambling, I willing to put down some money to say my non-lucid state was looking for Alyzarin, since she remembered being at a casino/water park-ish area as well.

Lol. I just contradicted my statement of not gambling, when I'm betting that this was a possible shared dream attempt.

Whatever.

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05.29.2012

Dog Pooping (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't want to go into much detail here....I'm in an area that looks a lot like College Station, and as I'm getting closer to an intersection, there are a few cars waiting for who got to the stop sign first before moving.

This made it awkward for me, so to prevent myself from going at the wrong time, I sat down near the end of the sidewalk, and pretended I had something to do until the small traffic cleared up.

LMAO....Socially Awkward Penguin trait right there...

I shift myself to the right, because I found myself realizing I was blocking a walk way for people to pass by. But the sidewalk was wide enough for me not being a barricade though. Guess I just did it out of Courtesy.

I feel that there going to be some people passing by me, and I was right. It was just a random group of older teenagers, and one girl was holding a dog.

It looked like those Dachshund dogs, or the Sausage dog .

The girl has the dog contained around her left arm, as if she made a circular gap with her arm for it rest in between.

It started taking a shit, and I'm walking behind them as well.

Come on woman, put the dog down and let it do its business instead of messing up the sidewalks!

I didn't want to say anything, I just spend the time trying to dodge the dog pooping at random areas on the sidewalk.

Ugh.....

Brainwave: Delta, Deep Dream State

I roll out of bed, and stand up. There are a circle of angels standing around me. They seem annoyed. “Dreamer, you violated-”
I see they are all actually demons. I laugh. They are now more annoyed I saw through their guise. “Hello, henchmen!” I grin.
“We are not your henchmen!” they pout.
“Well, I am about to go on some awesome dream adventures. You can come if you want. Or you can wander around in your gay angel costumes.”
“You’re gay.”
“You’re gay-ER! Bye!” I open a portal to the Moon. One of the demons grabs my ankle, and I have trail of them going to the Moon. In the wormhole, the Wyrm looks at me curiously, and I just laugh. We land on the landing pad on the Temple of Nowhere. I become a demonic cat god.
“Tonight, my brothers, we roll up on some dreamers, and make those mofos have nightmares. They want it, to become lucid.”
“Oh, they will be lucid all right,” one demon says, and cracks his knuckles.
“They will not forget any nightmare I give!” says another.
“And, they will have no dream control. I love deceiving people!” says another.
“Wait... you are the three main dream demons that tormented me as a child!”
“Yes!” They grin.
I roar, and instantly teleport all of us to The Battle Pyramid.
I become my Demon Self, Deathgawn.
[IMG]http://kindredconcepts.com/images/DWIV/Demon-Prince-Final2.jpg[/IMG]
I am nine feet tall, with skin like charcoal, and a black hole on my chest. I summon a flaming morning star, and crack it like a whip. I energize my energy shield that Selene gave me, but I form it into an armor instead of a sphere. I energize my boots. The Battle Pyramid increases in size by 1000 to accommodate my power. I energize my energy gauntlets. I pound one into the ground like a jackhammer, creating a mild earthquake. Dust fall on us, and the demons lose their footing.
“You can’t power up before battle! This isn’t Dragon Ball Z!”
They rush at me, but I just project my energy shield out from me, in a sphere, and they bounce off. My witchblade forms over my body. I float up off the ground, and magnetic mecharmor attaches to me. I summon a small iron shield, and the other armor forms over it.
One of the demons teleports into my energy shield behind me. I grab him, and throw him forward as I shrink the shield, and it burns him like acid. He screams, and teleports to the other side.
The other demons just look at me.
I grow in size as I grow six arms more arms. I summon the Moonblade, the Budgie Sword, the Witchblade. Four more empty hands. Shotgun. Machine gun. Two more arms. These arms have dragon tattoos on them my baby dragon pets, Skyfire and Hydro. The dragons come to life, and rest on my shoulders. Jo, my astral pet, my war beast growls off my forearm and rests on my hand. In the other hand, I summon the Flaming Sword of the archangel, Michael. The winged angel helm appears on my head, and burns into my scalp.
“You cannot wield the power of angels, brother!” the demons shout.
The helm burns into my flesh, but I ignore the pain. Suddenly, I can see... I see with the eyes of angels. I have finally discovered the purpose of this helmet! to summon the sword of Michael, to see with Angel Sight. I see the demons now, glowing orange. I see demons crawling all over the inside of the pyramid. Thousands of them. Thousands pretending to be three. Me against an invisible demon army. I like these odds. I crack the morning star like a whip, and cold blue electric fire shoots out of the iron ball. I throw the giant Budgie Sword, and the parakeets which make up the sword become a flock of thousands, which of course the demons laugh at, until each parakeet becomes a tiny blue blade, spinning faster and faster, bouncing off the inside walls of the pyramids, slicing through their bodies. I throw the Moonblade, and it goes out and comes back to me like a boomerang. Moonlight slices through them like butter. I lay down fire with my machine gun. The bullets split into ten pieces right before they hit. Fuck yeah. Then, I realize the bullets are covered with infectious nanomachines. Even fuckier yeah! The demons rush at me, but I blow them away with my shotty, which is somehow cybernetic steampunk cyborg beast. My dragons fly off my shoulders, and float through the air, in lazy figure 8's, burning and shooting ice bullets through the demons. They leap up on the the dragons, but slip off like water off a duck’s back.
Jo leaps into the fray, and bites demons on their throats, and whips them into the air like a terrier killing rats. Now there are four swarms of demons around each of us. I call my allies to me. I hit the Atom button on my belt, and the four of us shrink to microscopic size. I ride on Jo’s back, and one dragon lands on each arm. I merge with all three, so now I am an eight legged lion man dogdemon centaur beast with two dragon arms, one blue, one gold. My bat wings grow out of my back. I can hear the demons say, “Where did he go?” My energy, then witchblade, then mecha armor forms over me.
I go back to regular size.
“Shit! You are cheating!” they complain.
I shoot my dragons at them. The dragons fly out and spin, shooting ice bullets and fire everywhere. I ride into the fray, and rip the demons bodies’ apart. Selene appears, and opens a myriad of portals. I multiply myself. One Nomad for each demon. I rip them all apart, and summon the Mjolnir. I smash them to bits with the Hammer of Thor, and pull the portals closer to the bits. There is a woman flying around with a vaccuum cleaner, sucking the rest up. Then I realize it is Stephanie, the Biodome AI, looking out for me. All the demons are gone.
I sit down on the floor of the Battle Pyramid in exhaustion, then teleport back to the Temple. Sarnox comes out with pomegranate juice wine. I take a deep draught, then toss the goblet away. “Mahalo, brother.”
Skyfire and Rainstorm/Hydro appear in front of me. They smile, and I make it rain on them. They fly to the horizon of the jungle canopy. Jo appears next to me, and I pet him as he purrs like tiny rumbling earthquake.
“Uh, Sarnox?”
“Yes, m’lord?”
“Dude, don’t call me that.”
“Isn’t it annoying?”
“Yes.”
“My apologies, Your Grace.”
“Dude!”
“What?”
“What am I supposed to do next?”
“Well, you were going to give nightmares-”
“Oh right... boring...” I open a couple portals and toss some scary silvery bugs down the wormholes. “Ok, next?”
“The beacon.”
“The beacon is lit.”
“No it’s not. You turned it off.”
“Why did I do that?”
“You said it wasn’t fair.”
“I don’t care what I said! Turn it back on.”
“You turn it on! You’re the god here.”
“I am the god of Nothing!”
“And we are in the Temple of Nothing, asshole!”
“FINE!”
I teleport to the top of the pyramid, and it opens up. I slam a golden staff into a contraption, and a beautiful gold and green light beams down to Urth.
Sarnox teleports next to me.
“Is this fair?” he says.
“Well, dog, these kids are supposed to meet at this other pyramid on Earth, but they are probably going to end up here.”
“Why?”
“The Cool Factor.”
“Explain.”
“Well, the Temple of Nothing is pretty badass. When that Atras dude said for them to meet at a ziggurat, he may have had no idea that we fucking live here, dude! HAHAHAHA!”
“So, he accidentally suggested for these people to-”
I see dreamers flying up the beam of light. They land on the landing pad near us. There are eight of them. Five of which instantly disappear. They were vague anyway. I could tell they were losing the dream. Oh well.
“See what you did!” Sarnox accuses. “They got confused because of your stupid beacon, and they came here instead, and woke up because they don’t know how to bilocate yet. DUDE.”
“No, they are just learning. Just stop! There are three right here. Let’s talk to them. Hey guys, look at your hands. Stabilize the dream.”
They all begin talking at once. By their language I can tell one is an American, one is French Canadian, and one is Eastern European. I turn on my Babelfish.
The European guy disappears as he wakes up. The French Canadian dude says, “Ah, you are Nomad? You are the cat!” he laughs. “Cat and dog!” he says, pointing at Sarnox. The American guy says, “Hey, hey, it’s me, Atras. I made it! Is this the pyramid thing! Yes! Where are we? Who are you? Nomad? Is this aliens? Are we aliens? Holy shit! Are we on the Moon? Holy shit!”
“Calm down, breathe. I turn them around, and show them the Land of Nod.
The Canadian guy screams, “OH MARY OH JESUS!” in French and wakes up.
I notice Atras dream body quavers for a second at this.
“He’s okay, just be calm, and breathe.”
“Okay, sir.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
Atras laughs. “This dream, is amazing.”
“This is your dream," I tell Atras.
“Wait, isn’t this your dream?”
“This is just... dream.”
“We are pure energy.”
“Yes,” I say.
“We don’t need air to breathe.”
“No.”
“We are invincible, aren’t we?” Atras says.
“Yes.”
He flies into the air, transforming into an angel consumed in orange flame.
“I AM INVINCIBLE!” he shouts exultantly, and light beams of a thousand colors shoot out from his center. He laughs exuberantly, and disappears.
“DUDE THAT WAS FUCKING COOL!” I shout, and turn to Sarnox as we HI-5.

I have been posting all my dreams in the shared dreaming student work book for months but now that they deleted it I have to go back to posting my dreams here. I actualy really got acustome to posting them there. Anyways here is my dream from thursday in which I completed the basic task of the month. I should have posted it sooner but I was lazy.

05.05.2011

May 2011 Task of the Month (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was lucid in my room. Maby from a FA but I rarely remember the begining of FA lucids anymore. I thought about taking my bo staff with me this time but changed my mind. I walked down the hallway and thought maby I should find my dream guide or do the task of the month. I should do the task of the month, its easy and I can get it done early. I walked past the mirror and into my family room. I picked up an orange off of the kitchen counter and layed it in the palm of my hand. I concentrated on making it levitate with telekinesis/psychokinesis. It lifted up in the air easier than ever. I floated it around the room and then went outside.

I was supprised to see AndresLD there. I should have tried to confirm a shared dream but instead I told him I just did the basic task of the month. He didn't seem amused so I threw the orange at his head. I then pulled it back to my hand with my mind. I thought that was cool and kept doing it like it was a yo yo. Andres got annoyed at me. I thought it might be fun to have a dream battle with him so I asked him if he wanted to fight. (I think I forgot this part for a second. I remember a fragment of sword fighting but don't remember if it was in this dream. Andres would have trasformed into his Fierce Diety Link form and I would have summoned my master sword.) I remembered that I still needed to do the advanced task and looked up at the moon. (which was in the rong side of the sky like it always is in my dreams.) I told Andres I needed to do that first. I wondered what would happen if I crashed the moon into the earth while I was still standing on it. Before I could try to do it with psychokinesis Andres explaimed that it was easy and lifted up his hands toward the sky. I looked up at the moon and it grew in the sky alarmingly fast! I shouted out for him to stop but before I could the moon went down below the horizon. I expected to feel something like an earthquake and the earth to explode but nothing happened. I wondered why that happened and realized now I wouldnt be able to do the advanced task that night. I yelled at Andres and he flew off. I tried to hold him back with telekinesis/psychokinesis. It held him still for a second but he broke free and flew away. I wondered what I should do now. I flew up into the sky and thought about flying into space but thought there wasn't much of a point without the moon. I suddenly destablized and woke up from my mom coming into my room. I still had an hour left before I had to get up so I went back to sleep hoping for another lucid.

Posted at the request of Raven.

This dream is quite vague... I could almost consider this to be a fragment. My recall has really gone down the gutter these last five days for some reason...

I do not remember at all where this dream was.

The place that my memory starts is I am standing somewhere, I am walking around saying out loud "Damn, I have to find a way to become lucid so I can get to the Biodome!". What is strange is I KNEW I was dreaming, but for some reason I felt the need to have something force me to become lucid. I don't remember anything for a while, but the next thing I do remember is having someone come up to me and say something along the lines of "You know you're dreaming, right?" I for some reason was all like "*laughs* No way, that's bullshit.". I then turned to my right completely and saw a minivan that is dark olive green (Hideous!). For some reason that is beyond me I walked through the shotgun seat door and somewhat flew over to the powered window controls. I decided to roll up the windows due to the fact that it started to rain outside of the car. I don't really remember anything after this point. And yes, all this time I remained non-lucid. Strange!