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    1. Fragment

      by , 11-10-2016 at 01:05 AM
      A man confronts me at my IRL home, having tracked me down, holding me responsible for something that happened long ago. I hear a memory of something he'd said to me then - "The rule of kings is over. We will take our place among free nations." The scene shifts to show the beginning of the thing he blames me for. A procession through a city, passing by a river, soldiers in silver-colored armor, rows and rows of lances in the sunlight, the king and myself in tall masked helmets and long robes, at the corner of my vision I'm aware of a ship moving along the river with sails and oars and something golden about it, and it's all a striking image, but I'm thinking of something like Cosa Nostra.
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      non-lucid
    2. October 17 2016 Dreams

      by , 10-18-2016 at 01:39 AM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      Frag: Something to do with a giant pirate themed place, walking on wooden rickety bridges, ships in various locations.

      Frag: Over at this playground which is lakeview playground IRL, there with a group of people my age. We're on the playground and then on the other side of a chain crossed fence. I was talking to a girl named X and now I had my arm around Dana talking about something, I could see X behind Dana glaring at her jealous.

      I'm in a class group in some sort of mansion that doesn't really contain any walls. The teacher is asking us to pair up so I'm looking around at people, everyone seems to be getting partners but I'm all alone. The teacher asks where Hayden T is and I check my phone to see he texted me telling me he wasn't going to class. It appears to me that I'm sorta in a Mario game, specifically Super Mario 64 in the castle level where you slide down the red carpet. On the opposite side of where you'd go to the carpet is a staircase which leads to blackness on some sides except the middle which has a swirling portal kinda like an instance portal from WoW and maybe some boosting portals before it. We start to go down the other side and the path is not a red carpet but a snowy slope. I'm still looking around for a partner when I see Hayden behind us. Everyone in the class group is now sliding down this snowy slope. I'm sliding on my butt up small hills and off of jumps, grabbing onto overhanging tree branches to do tricks, trying to impress the teacher and landing perfectly down sloping angles so it doesn't hurt. My alarm wakes me up while I'm mid-air.
    3. Muppets Sing of Amos and Andy (DILD)

      by , 08-23-2015 at 07:07 AM
      Ritual: I went to bed around midnight, but the knowledge that I had to wake up earlier than usual this morning, at 7am, created a subtle anxiety that woke me up at 4:30am and made it hard to sleep afterwards. The natural insomnia created good conditions for lucidity, and I woke up at 6:30am after this dream.

      DILD: Since I was lying in bed mostly awake for a couple hours, I had already gotten up several times to use the bathroom. This seemed like another one of those times, but an odd detail caught my eye. There was a steel mesh frame surrounding the toilet paper roll and someone had left a lot of used cotton balls in it. They were stained on one side with a color like Betadine. I assumed my husband must have left them there, and wondered what he had been using them for.

      On some level I suspected that there was something wrong with this scenario and decided to RC. I braced one hand on the bathroom counter and the other on the towel rack, and tried to lift myself. My body lifted effortlessly off the ground with no real muscular exertion, which made me suspect I must be dreaming. (The fact that the bathroom did not correspond to its WL layout was something I failed to notice, as usual.) I checked again, with the same results, and then to be sure, I tried the same stunt without using my arms at all—that is, levitating. Upon levitating successfully, I was confident that this was the dream state.

      It's so gratifying to get unintentional LDs! But one isn't always prepared with a task. I felt an impulse to go outside, so I went back out to the bedroom and quickly exited through the screen door. Immediately I noticed a destabilization of my vision. Experience reminded me not to fret, just relax and let images suggest themselves, the problem should straighten itself out. Sure enough, a moment later I started to notice colors, then the colors organized themselves into geometry, and before long they had resolved into a new scene: I was looking at a large stack of different colored shipping containers.

      I realized that the deck I was standing on overlooked a great harbor. There was water on all sides, and my house was apparently on some tall island in the middle. I was surprised by the number of ships that I could see moving to and fro. They came in all sizes, everything from large cargo ships to little tugboats, all looking very industrious. There were so many ships that I wondered if the place I was in lacked air transport entirely: I didn't see any planes flying at first, but a moment later, perhaps summoned by my thoughts, a helicopter veered very close overhead.

      I decided that I should do something useful as long as I was in the dream state, and tried to remember this month's tasks. Eating a moon rock leaped to mind. Okay, how should I do that? I didn't feel like shifting scenes just yet, actually traveling to outer space. I thought, well, maybe a rocket could land nearby and an astronaut could get out and present me with the moon rock. It sounded like a good strategy but I was not strongly motivated to try it, so I tabled the idea.

      As I was contemplating the possibilities, I heard music from nearby, and noticed a miniature stage on one edge of the deck. This reminded me of one of the other TOTMs, attending a concert. Well, here are some creatures playing music in public, that might count. I call them "creatures" because the music was being played by what looked like muppets, only a foot or two in height. The initial music sounded like a piano, and a female muppet was playing it, but her fingers were moving over a clear plastic stand, with no visible keys. I thought she resembled what I can only describe as the "hippie girl muppet," but googling that now, it seems to be a good search term and reveals that the name of the muppet in question (in WL, anyway) was "Janice."

      After her piano solo ended, a male muppet to her right began playing guitar. This muppet resembled Fozzie Bear, and and was singing as he played. I listened closely to the lyrics and did my best to remember them. As usual in deep dream, I was impressed how easily the rhymes came—though of course on waking, it was hard to remember the lyrics clearly.

      The first rhyme involved the phrase "...how we live," which later rhymed with "...give." There was another stanza that I couldn't remember at all by the time I was writing my report. I have a slightly clearer memory of the third stanza, apart from the absent first line:

      ...
      ...and I'll let you do the rest,
      Because you know Amos and Andy
      And can put them to the test."


      After that, the muppet went into a refrain of:

      Can you help me?
      Stranger, can you help me?


      The lines may sound plaintive in plain text, but they were a little more jazzy the way they were sung. I was listening to the song and smiling down fondly at the muppet. I felt that "Amos and Andy" was a phrase I had heard before... was it related to cookies? Or an old TV show? I was certainly willing to offer help, if it was needed, but a moment later I woke up.

      Note: Googling now, I see that "Amos and Andy" was originally a radio show in the 1920s, later moved to television, and lasted until the 1950s. I have no idea why my subconcious dredged this up! I must have thought of cookies because of the similarity to the brand name "Famous Amos."
    4. Bound themselves to the chains of ghosts

      by , 07-23-2015 at 04:56 PM
      I'd been looking at a map showing three islands that had been conquered by someone else; I'm unconcerned about the islands themselves but am considering their influence over the surrounding sea routes.

      Now standing on the deck of a ship, I'm speaking to a military leader from another ship, part of the group that conquered those islands - he's a passenger, not the ship's captain. He addresses me as Enchanter, which amuses me. I express my surprise that he's willing to deal with me if he recognizes what I am - I was under the impression that his people thought of my kind as demons. Isn't he worried that he's risking corruption with this conversation?

      He indicates that many of his attitudes have changed since coming to this region. He describes how he'd arrived with four of my kind sealed on his ship; while on the central island, they'd broken free and in doing so, as he puts it, "bound themselves to the chains of ghosts." It's a reference to the past of that island - once they were no longer sealed away, they became entangled with local legends, automatically embodying the locals' beliefs. The way this man sees it, they are no longer themselves - by breaking free of their seals and into this world, they've trapped themselves in these roles, living out ancient history. He sees this as a negative thing. I don't. It's the way we work.

      Updated 07-23-2015 at 05:01 PM by 64691

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      non-lucid
    5. Witch

      by , 06-08-2015 at 03:44 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      With my DC sister we entered a skyscraper placed in harbor. There was a woman in a black suit inside. With sister we were on a balcony placed two floors higher than the witch. I knew she'll use her powers against me, so I took a weird, black wand out of my pocket.

      Instead of firing a spell at the witch, I ate the wand. It tasted weird, from bittery to sour. I barely digested it, and then the witch smiled to me. There were some windows in front of us, and I saw two enormous ships sailing off.

      I told to my sister "Piss off Poseidon!" Suddenly waves powered by mystical particles striked the ships down, but the guards appeared and took me and my sister. They chained me to a pole in the middle of skyscraper. To free myself, I jumped, made a flip in the air, touched the ceiling with my feet and the chains broke.

      I ran away to warehouses, sneaked past guards and took a heavy bag out of hidden stash. Then I escaped.
    6. A ghost story, no life is cheap, a tango

      by , 01-25-2015 at 12:04 AM
      I'm being told a story. There's a man, a shapeshifter who can seem to be anyone, but when he smiles you see the shards of glass filling his mouth, grotesquely. I see the moment he'd died, falling from a horse and landing on a glass bottle full of something he'd been carrying, shattering it.

      The story shifts to the woman he'd loved when he was alive. She was called a witch, and a mob took her and chained her to a tree in the forest, with a circle of some kind of wooden pegs placed in the ground to prevent the body from leaving that spot after death. Her body's left there without her head. I 'hear' the body briefly feel a dim sort of awareness of the presence of something familiar and loved nearby.

      Over time, the body comes loose from the chains as it decomposes, sinks into the ground and is covered by - I hear the word 'loam', but I'm seeing moss growing over the body. The arms separate from the rest and hang from the chains. At one point, a horse that had belonged to her while she was alive comes to the tree and noses at those decaying arms, and they reach out and pat it. At another time, the body rises up from the ground and seems to dance, with those arms dancing along as if they were still attached - slightly altering how my vision works, I can see dark strings which would be invisible, manipulating the body like a puppet. That man with the mouth full of glass shards is pulling the strings.

      Later, a scene in which I'm using Mephisto as a pseudonym.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      On a ship after some incident in which several of the crew died, the captain came to me privately to ask a question. He's under the mistaken impression that I can see the future. I don't see the future, I just have more memories to draw on to recognize old patterns playing out again. The captain asks, essentially, whether any of those who died were important - he uses the word 'cheap.' I say to him, "No life is cheap." He acknowledges that this was poor phrasing, but "I need to know-"

      As he speaks, I see a go board. The point is made that certain moves will have a drastic impact on the outcome of the game, and others won't. The captain needs to know if any of the people we lost would have been necessary for this journey to succeed, in ways he can't foresee himself.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      I'm looking at paintings hanging on a wall, a series mostly depicting figures of the zodiac, with one in the center of a man labeled Dream.

      I'm meeting with a man named Snow who'd initially tried to conceal his identity from me. He's disappointed to find I recognized him immediately. The persona he'd put on for me was this sort of affable type; the real Snow is - well, he gives the impression of being intimidating but I'm not personally intimidated, I'm just enjoying watching how complete his transformation is.

      The majority of the scene after that reveal consists of a tango, during which he leads - which is different, but I find I have no difficulty following. Great fun. He's proposing some kind of deal - there's something about him recognizing the way I've been challenging myself, and how working for him would be beneficial for both of us, something about working for a greater cause, a sense of direction - but when the tango's over and he wants an answer, I just start laughing. Man, have you got the wrong guy. I'm thoroughly enjoying every aspect of his presentation - the intimidating attitude, the seriousness of the deal he's proposing, the song and dance, his whole look - it's all incredibly appealing, but I have no intention of taking it seriously.

      Updated 01-25-2015 at 12:08 AM by 64691

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      non-lucid
    7. A storm and a witch bottle

      by , 11-27-2014 at 08:58 PM
      I'm on a ship in a storm, approaching a whirlpool, almost certainly about to sink. None of this affects me, I'm only passing through, but I know one of the men on this ship. I talk to him, asking if he's familiar with a certain infamous pirate - I name a name. He doesn't recognize it. That's a pity - in actuality he's quite close with the woman I named, I was just trying to find out where I am in the timeline. If he doesn't recognize that name for her, that means we're so early in the timeline that she hasn't gone to sea yet. If this had just happened a little later, I could have brought her here to save him. But there's nothing I can do for him here and now. I step up onto the railing at the edge of the deck, looking for the portal in the storm.

      As Rumpelstiltskin (in name and appearance at least - mentally, I'm still halfway the version of me from that storm scene), there's a small group of men who've retrieved the witch bottle in which I was trapped for a very long time. They've retrieved it from a point in the timeline when I was still inside it, so as I'm watching them from hiding, I catch sight of that past version of me inside the bottle. He looks so incredibly young to me, though I haven't physically aged since then. It's all the emotion on his face, the fear. I focus on the pebbled skin, new to him - I realize they've taken the bottle from almost immediately after I first lost human form.

      When I realize that, I become agitated, anxious, a sort of coldness around my heart (such a strong emotion that it lasted a minute after I woke up - that hasn't happened in a while, I enjoyed that). The emotion is partially from forcibly remembering how it had felt when I'd been in that bottle myself, a sort of flashback feeling. There was something I'd been desperate to avert, but I'd been unable to do anything about it from inside that trap. But remembering isn't the only reason I'm so worked up - if I take that bottle now, there's a chance I could change how things unfold in his timeline, save his version of the person I'd wanted to save. Nothing that's happened since that time has mattered to me as much as this. But I hesitate to act - I'm terrified of how it could go wrong, of wasting this miraculous chance.

      As I follow the men with the witch bottle - I'm walking on rooftops or listening from behind stone walls, out of sight - one of them is talking. He's not the leader of their little group, but he's the one who was able to retrieve the bottle from the past. They hadn't been aiming for the bottle specifically, they'd just been trying to capture me, and time can get a bit fuzzy when you're reaching between worlds. You have to be specific. He's saying, "It's the wrong time. He has little power now." It's the present me they wanted, or at least a version of me with a few more centuries behind him than that frightened thing in the bottle.

      Updated 11-27-2014 at 09:07 PM by 64691

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      non-lucid
    8. Vacations Can Be Murder

      by , 11-02-2014 at 02:50 AM (Keitorin's Dream Log)
      ‘I’m’ on a ship that’s sailing through a body of water. It passes the same piece of log with ropes tied on it three times, and there was some story about sunken ship(s). As it gets to third one, one of three(?) girls mentions it worriedly. Another says something like ‘it’s just a legend’.

      There’s a view of a boat ahead paddling past the log, and the left paddle almost hits a piece of wood sticking out from the log.

      The ship is parked next to something like a sandbar in the water. The mood feels like a vacation, everyone’s preparing to relax and have fun. The girl who was worried before gets off the ship and goes onto the strip of sand stuff and feels safer there for some reason.

      There’s a little girl playing on the circle at the end of the sandbar and a ‘ritzy’ couple sitting off to side with their small dog.

      Scene changes to inside the ship. A couple is trying to have sex but their child keeps interrupting. The man tells her to go do something and not come back until she reaches ‘zero’.

      The couple canoodling scene changes into one of a NC-17 rated horror scene, a mix between the Halloween movies, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and Criminal Minds shows. I unfortunately remember parts of it and I woke up feeling sick and had a hard time getting back to sleep. So I’d rather not have to type it up. @[email protected]

      The girl’s voice sounds, saying ‘here there are’ and such. She brings a worker/cook (she’s wearing a uniform and apron) with her, who starts screaming when she sees the scene of carnage – and the killer who’s causing it. The killer reminds me of Jason and Michael. Think he was even wearing a mask, but he had near shoulder length kinky red-ish hair.

      The girl is screaming too. They run. The girl had short, mousy brown hair and was about ten or eleven years old. The worker was middle-age or younger with her light-colored hair put up.

      Tags: murder, disturbing, children, water, ships, dogs
    9. Prank gone wrong, the void, a pool in the ruins

      by , 10-18-2014 at 06:33 PM
      Three boys at a boarding school have smuggled in a canister containing what they think is going to be a harmless prank. They're wrong. They're in much more serious trouble than they expected, and one of the three boys immediately runs from the room, cluing the authorities in to their guilt. The other two try to explain that they're not at fault, they didn't mean to hurt anyone, it's the person who gave them the canister who caused this, and the third boy's gone off to fetch something that will prove it - but he'll be too late, that evidence will be gone.

      Two guys have shown up at my IRL home with a dead girl in the backseat of their car. She won't stay in the ground. They're telling me she needs to be put to rest. I say yeah, she sure does - but not in my yard. Get her out of here. I go back to bed.

      After going through a portal, I'm briefly disoriented, looking at this immense black hole in front of me - then I realize I'm still in the void, the portal I just went through only shifted my position within it. I'm floating before this vast swirling dark mass. It's something like a cloud if a cloud had long spines that curl and move, and something like a great tornado seen from above with a black eye at its center, and something like a nest framed with this curling mass of spines. It's unimaginably vast. The hole at the center is many, many times my height, and it's only like the pupil in a great eye; I can't begin to describe the size of the thing itself. I try to look to my left, to get my bearings in the void, but when I try to look away from the thing, static noise fills my head, getting worse the farther away I turn. I swim through the air to that black hole.

      On the other side, I'm disoriented again - I'm underwater and I have a hard time figuring out which way is up, and there's too many colors after the void. I eventually work out I'm in the cabin of a sunken ship, tipped so the prow's pointing straight down - I quickly make my way out and shoot right up to the surface. I'm in a great cave filled with several such shipwrecks, with sun shining in through holes far above.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      There are two women, lovers, relaxing in a small pool surrounded by Greek-looking ruins in a green field, with plants around the pool for privacy. This planet has been uninhabited for a long time, people only visit it now as a place to relax. An older, beautiful woman approaches the pool. The others dislike the interruption and the loss of their privacy, but it can't be helped; everyone's friendly and polite, and the women in the pool shift over to make room for her.

      The scene changes: one of those two women is sobbing on the shoulder of a friend. Her lover's dead - that older woman killed her.
    10. Sandman, storm, black dog

      by , 08-15-2014 at 08:07 AM
      A nightmare involving a creature called the Sandman whose facial features are fluid, constantly slowly changing; and then a false awakening in which the Sandman creature is approaching my POV character's bed.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      I'm walking around the grounds of a mansion where I've been staying. Talking to someone, he's looking at something behind me and says, "Look at that, straight out of a painting." I turn around to look. The sky in the distance is yellow-tinged and nearly completely covered by these two dark slabs of storm clouds, like solid walls. The opening between them makes me think of the parting of the seas. The water beneath those clouds is being tossed up in such a way that it's revealed an old and famous shipwreck, it's been pulled out of the depths. Another ship, a modern one, is thrown out of the sea by the winds, and it crashes straight through one of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion.

      (A false awakening mostly about trying to describe that last scene, then actually woke up. Back to sleep.)

      I'm looking after an enormous, shaggy black 'dog' - more like an enormous wolf - that belongs to my neighbor. Most of the dream revolves around playing with him and petting him. When I go to feed him, his water is kept in a intricately curved copper tube, almost like a French horn.
    11. 7/8/14 - Silver Storm

      by , 07-08-2014 at 10:23 PM
      I'm in my Grandma's back bedroom with my niece. We are sitting on the lower bunk of the bunk bed. I'm packing a bag for us. I'm not really in a hurry and I feel pretty calm. My older sister walks into the room and sits down next to me. I look up and notice her hair is lighter. I ask her about it and she tells me how she's been, little by little, making it a lighter and lighter blonde. I look at it more closely and notice that it's not just one shade. There's yellow blonde and white blonde. There are also streaks of shimmery silver as well. She looks very beautiful. Mom walks in and looks at us. She notices me admiring the hair and gets mad. She knows that it's being done only to get the attention of an ex-boyfriend. My sister looks sad and she looks at the floor as mom leaves the room. I smile at her and tell her that she looks beautiful and I love her hair. She looks back up at me and smiles. She says thank you and gets up to leave. My uncle then runs into the room and says that we can't leave. There's a storm that's gotten too big and dangerous, which will make it almost impossible to travel on the ship we are taking. It's not wise to travel when the ocean is so dangerous. I feel a little bummed, but I understand and I stop packing.
    12. 4/21/2014

      by , 04-22-2014 at 05:07 AM
      Dream
      Notes


      In my first dream, I was defending against some monsters with turrets and towers, like the game Sanctum 2. My girlfriend woke me up while I was dreaming this.
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      In my other dream, I was on a plane flying across the sky. The pilot was saying something about the sunset which was very pretty. Suddenly, we see Russian and American ships shooting civilian boats on the water. The boats turn out to be pirates and the plane turns into a ship and we sail past them. We keep sailing at a pretty fast speed and see a lot of cars sailing the ocean two parallel lines. The ship turns into a car and I'm with my aunt, who is driving, my grandma in the passenger seat, and Andrea to the seat on my right. We're still in the ocean and suddenly we see more pirates. Some of them are unarmed and I don't know why they're getting shot at. Someone says there's civilians being held captive in their boats but I say "Then that's less of a reason to shoot them." Some pirates then shoot a missile at an American ship and I expect it to cause some major damage because it looks like it's going to hit a weakspot but nothing happens to the American ship. We arrive on land and I know we're in Venezuela. We're speeding through the road and a right light comes up. I yell at my aunt about the light and she says she's not gonna stop. We keep going and a car almost crashes into us. The car suddenly appears and we come to a stop. A woman gets out with an iron stick and hits my aunt with it. I get out of the car and get behind the woman, pick her up, and slam her to the ground. I was trying a different move but this one did the job just fine. I get back in the car and tell her to speed off and hurry. We pass a lot of cars and hills and we start arriving where we're going. I see these floating naga-like creatures and ask if they're truly real.

      This is when I started using Vitamin B-6

      Updated 04-27-2014 at 04:35 AM by 67773

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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    13. Dec 4. Dream Journal: Pirate Jesus, plus the secret to Eternal Life

      by , 12-04-2013 at 07:35 PM
      I think I was Jesus again. If not, then some guy who can walk on water.

      I start by walking through a crowd of people in a bazaar. They look like peasants and villagers out of a fantasy-themed video game, and I know a couple of them can be recruited to join my party if I have enough reputation. I'm also kind of shiny, and I have the sick and poor looking to me.

      Eventually, I come across an intersection, but a train of pack beasts (cows, I think) are crossing, and I wait until they are done. Somehow, this goes on a really long time until I just decide to step over them in a single stride.

      That stride takes me to the end of the bazaar, and suddenly, I'm on a ship sailing the seas. I'm also being chased by a naval fleet, so naturally I'm a pirate now. One of my pursuers get close, so I run out on the water and stick out my leg to trip a ship. And it works! This somehow turns the tides, so I move my ship around and engage in battle. I board a ship and duel the captain while my crew fights invisibly in the background (I've been playing Sid Meier's Pirates!, so don't judge).

      There's a brief sweet and embarrassing scene here that's juxtaposed with the sight of the navy's retreat from their divine ass-kicking. I celebrate, but sadly, the dream fades.

      Dream two and three aren't all that memorable, nor as vivid.

      In dream two, I'm riding my motorcycle (missed MILD cue alert) through my dream interpretation of Seattle's SODO and Georgetown at night. I believe its snowing/raining, and I want to get home before I slip and crash.

      In dream three, I see my grandfather on my mom's side -- who died before I was born and I have no idea what he looks like -- and we talked a little. I don't ever get a clear look at his face, nor do I really know what we chatted about. I think it's about medicine or health because of this gem of a gibberish line: "live eternally so you learn to be aware of the cat's retribution."

      Wise words, Dream Grandfather-Ghost. Wisdom +1.
    14. Sympathy for the Devil

      by , 07-15-2012 at 10:07 PM (Inside the Mind of Mattlantis)
      I have been watching a lot of Supernatural lately, which is an obvious contributer to this dream. I am writing this late in the day, so the dream is fuzzy at best.

      The first thing I remember is being in a flat, grassy area near the ocean, with a shipyard made of those vertical logs sharpened on the end. I am a female version of myself named "Maddie." Some type of battle happened between Lucifer and some angels, where my contribution was . More stuff I don't remember happened, then Lucifer had a human body, and I was on a rather small wooden ship with him, just chatting away at night. Then some angels attacked, and I tried to convince them it was all a misunderstanding of some type, but then Lucifer grabbed me and took me to safety. We were now in some weird vertical tunnel (a hole for you unimaginative types), with a bunch of platforms, plants, and random video game-esque creatures. We talked some more, and I also talked to some "demons" (the quotes are there because in this dream, they are basically misunderstood scapegoats).
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      non-lucid
    15. Nighthog's Journal: 31st January 2011, Pirates!

      by , 02-01-2011 at 09:09 PM (Nighthog's Dream Grind of the Mind)
      Had a little fun being a kind of pirate on this ship that oh so sank so quickly for whatever reason.

      We boarded and were about to set sail and I saw it was like a rush or race with dozens of ships leaving of for travel of some treasure I think. Can't really remember but we were in a hurry but as soon as we got on-board out ship it started to sink as we set the sails. It was braking into pieces as it sank down into the blue calm waters around us. We saw all the other ships leave and get off without us.
      Ah... to late. We will never catch up like this I said.
      I'm with a few companions as they swim out in the water.. I started to float just above the water line instead and floated along them to the shore, I didn't want to get into the water for whatever reason. Was a little hesitant about it but wasn't really thinking anything special about it.
      We were at like the mouth of a river in which there was much greenery everywhere. Amazonian maybe if I would describe it.

      As we were reaching land I heard my friends tell for me to hurry and escape with them or to hide. Trouble was on the way. They would spot us... I looked back and saw a ship come in and small row boats get out and come up the river. They were after us. It felt like their arrival was what set off the sudden skirmish of all ships in the bay.
      I go and float and see my friends run and hide into a building. I don't feel like hiding and stay in the air and actually go forth to be visible and check them out of what they might want. They look like musketeers or something of the sort. I hear them yell they have spotted us and then command to shoot to kill or capture. Either way is good it seems. I'm a little wondering what are they up to and just float along the river and they start shooting arrows with bows all around. They all are aiming at me. I keep avoiding their shots and some I deflect or whisk away with my hands. It feels a little troublesome and tiring to be avoiding these arrows they shoot so I back off a little to further our distance and I ask them what have we done. Why are they after me/us. I haven't done anything to you. I'm innocent. Etc. I hear no answer and only get more arrows after me from the increasing amount of boats and men about.
      At last as I repeat I get one man to come out and say what I've done. he looks like a command of the soldiers on the row boats.
      He tells me of what I've done against him. Presumably something about crushing/biting his balls...
      I only quickly tell him that's his own fault by trying to do something I didn't like him trying of doing and I was only trying to defend myself. I somehow recalled him and a previous bout of what the trouble might have been about. It was a thing a few days back in the dreams in another setting.
      Now that I recall it was something really unpleasant he had tried and forced to do for whatever reason. It was a easy target... >_>;

      Either way I just flew of now and got behind trees etc and then walked and went into the building the others were to join what they were up to... The pursuers disappeared shortly after a few moments of preparing for like them to storm the building but they never did. They were just gone the next moment.

      We walked and talked and went to continue whatever as the building kinda morphed and we were just hanging about.
      I spotted a alligator in the water. I was warning the others to be careful when they went next to the waters like expecting it to attack and pull them in. It never did though. I was worried though for a while before the dream went to fade away as I woke up.
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