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Writing this late in the day so nearly the entire dream is gone. There were actually three though, and the middle one was a false awakening (which seem to be becoming more common) wherein my roommate was walking around the room in the morning and playing loud music (which he would never do while I was asleep). I vaguely recall something to do with spy work but that's about it. I'll post more if I remember later but I doubt I will.

Morning of August 29, 2013. Thursday.



One part of my dream is related to seeing a park as if in a documentary (although it seems I am actually there at times). The first person seems normal other than having about three large layers of completely loose skin on the right side of his head, which also have a bit of hair. Mostly, there are interviews regarding the day-to-day challenges of life. Parts of the skin actually seem slightly larger than his head in particular areas.

Later on, the deformities become more and more diverse. There is a person who is like Schlitzie the pinhead.

One of the people looks very small (only about two feet tall) and also as if he has a mostly blue body and a head that looks like a baby bird with fuzzy fly-like (but not bulging) eyes and a straight black fuzzy beak instead of a mouth but yet is also more mouse-like overall than bird-like. (He looks a little like the Muppet Gonzo crossed with the aliens at the end of Star Trek’s “Cat’s Paw” episode in some ways.) However, this still does not seem all that unusual to me. I focus on the rather bizarre imagery and think that he is probably no different than other people in terms of mind, thought, and desires (even though the brain would be very small).

There is another section of my dream that seems to have no direct connection to any aspect of my usual thoughts and aspirations. I work for various well-known actors, one of them a young Sean Connery. My job is to “rescue” certain parts of paintings (almost as if they were “alive” in some way), such as the Mona Lisa, supposedly owned by Sean Connery who I later see at a larger open area in a park near at least two picnic tables with several other people gathered - and other paintings that are in museums in real life, but owned by actors in my dream. There are several repeating scenarios in terms of main ideas, but very diverse in imagery and even mood at times.

A strange, very unattractive, unkempt, and chubby woman (about forty) has the Mona Lisa. I need to get in and get out of her house safely, taking the parts of the painting that need to be “rescued”, which in this case, are the lips; upper lip and bottom lip separately. I have special weapons and items to help me in my work. I use a special, rather complex knife to cut out the upper lip, which seems more and more three-dimensional and a piece of art and sculpture in itself. The same is true for the taking out of the bottom lip, which I do without too much trouble. The female thief is very angry, but I manage to stop her from killing me by running a two-toned (in color, purple and white) retractable rod through her upper body, which takes a few attempts. The rod is like a more complex device that is somewhat antenna-like in that the two differently-colored sections can collapse into each other for ease of carrying on a mission. The woman is not even hurt that much it seems (even though I am certain there were wounds through her whole body), but I manage to get away with the stolen “art”. It seems likely that she is part of a gang of art thieves.

I vaguely worry that people at the park gathering will eat the cake (or “lips”), which now looks like sections of fancy cupcakes that I try to arrange a bit more neatly near the edge of the picnic table, with a few crumbs falling away here and there - even some of the several layers not quite “in line” - and I will not get any recognition of my accomplishments (or having risked my life) in my work and special missions. (I may be the only active agent of such missions.) People meander about, oblivious to the art recovery. I think of trying to get Sean’s attention, but I do not actually attempt it. However, it does seem I am paid somehow, and I eventually understand that I now have $600.00 in my wallet (along with other papers, which possibly relate to spying) as I shift into a different dream.

My dream that followed the above one is fairly simple; involving mostly walking about in various locations with the pinhead I knew in real life.

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Known precognitive/postcognitive elements:

As usual (but only occasionally documented online), there were very precise precognitive and postcognitive elements relating to real life:

1. Page 11 (half the “master number” and a “key” itself) of a library book (I had not seen) my wife and sons had been working with is called “Let’s Eat Cake!” (with pictures of cupcakes everywhere) and in the list it has “Can you spot…” and “a mouse?” (regarding the “freak” mouse/bird/human creature) following. This is also comparable to the concept of being a spy or detective and finding certain hidden things by separating them from the more complex setups.

2. The next page (which they had spent time trying to work out and my wife said she “had in her mind” for awhile) has “Can you spot…” followed by both “a cupcake” and “a pair of wax lips”. In the actual photo, the pair of wax lips has, under it, a device that looks very similar to the “weapon”/rod from my dream and is also of the same two colors (purple and white).

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Mon, Aug 19 5:00 am

It's dreams like this that will make you want to throw your alarm clock against the wall. You'll see why when I get to the end of it. Stupid phone


I'm an FBI agent, working to try and find out who recently murdered another agent in the unit that I'm working with. I don't remember all the details, but I do remember that it ended up being some crazy conspiracy driven thing. We were investigating this murder--and I'm not the head of the unit, I'm just one of the detectives working the case. The special agent in charge was actually, for all intents and purposes, Olivia Dunnam (sp?) from Fringe. Anyway, we are investigating this murder, and end up discovering the clue in the murderers business suit. It turns out to be someone who was helping fund out investigation, and his suit, when put together the right way, formed a symbol that represented a very secret organization hundreds of years old (think Mason's or the Illuminati, only it wasn't them, it was a completely different group, veiled in similar secrecy). With everyone on the alert as to the killer, we get ready to nail the guy. The head of our unit (the woman that looks like Olivia from Fringe) calls up the head of our task-force to find the guy (he is a guy that looks and sounds like Agent Broils from Fringe--except again, it's not ACTUALLY him).

Now my dream jumps. For some strange reason, I'm not with the other FBI agents about to go on the raid to arrest the killer. I'm with another FBI agent instead, sitting outside in the rain near an overpass. He and I are talking, and he casually brings up the case that I was working on, and asked how it was going. I tell him everything, about how we found out who killed the other FBI agent, and how it was that really rich guy acting like he was helping us all this time. Right after I tell him this, he excuses himself to make a call, and heads under the overpass. Feeling this rather suspect, I follow the guy and overhear his side of the phone conversation. It goes something like this:

Agent: Yeah, they have no idea you were behind the murder of (can't remember the name, but I do remember it was some famous person who's death in my dream had been publicized). Buncha dumbasses. Well, can't really say that, they're not stupid. They found YOU out, after all.

*LISTENS TO PERSON ON PHONE*

Agent: Yeah, they found you're suit, the symbol. They're coming to arrest you now. Nah, he has no idea (presumably he's talking about me here, I have no idea about something but what I still don't know).

That's all of the conversation I can remember, unfortunately. I do remember that it somehow eluded to some grand conspiracy he was a part of that was responsible for the death of that famous person he named earlier, and how they (the conspirators), were all part of some ancient underground group. I wait for the agent as he comes out of under the overpass.

As soon as he does, I step out of the shadows, and tell him that I heard his entire conversation. He startles, and turns around, glaring at me. Then, almost simultaneously, we pull our guns at the same time, pointing them at eachother. This scene was very cinematic, just like a film, with rain pouring down, dripping down our faces, it was soooo cool! And then, in my left hand I hold up a voice recorder. I tell him that I recorded his conversation, and play it back for him. I then try to bluff him, telling him it won't do any good to shoot me now, because I've already sent it in to the head of our task-force, via my cellphone.

Just as one of us is about to make our move, my stupid alarm goes off!!!!! So, now I won't ever know how that dream was going to end, darnit! One of us was about to eat a bullet though; I'd like to know if it was going to be me or him

I was in a military office complex. I was a spy who had entered there to steal some of their secrets.

The problem is, getting out seemed to be harder then getting in...

I was hiding in a office with big windows to the corridor, and when I peered though them I could see guards patrolling there. There was some kind of voice trying to give me successions on how to sneak past them. I tried but somehow I alerted the guards. But that proved to be a good thing, since they entered the office I was hiding in one by one, meaning I could shoot them as soon as they entered. This is a tactic I have used in many computer games :p At one point they were standing in line, kind of waiting to enter and be shot.

With all the guards dead I was free to just walk out of there.

It all felt like a computer game to be honest...

Dream recall from today's naps.

There was some kind of story about a spy that was helping to set up rebellion and there were soldiers in red uniform that were talking using some language, may have been arabian.

So once again this dream starts out like a movie (third person, I'm just watching it all unfold but I'm totally unaware of my body).

There's two spies that get a phone call about the same operation. I guess they need both of their unique talents to finish the job. The objective: Find a girl who's been kidnapped and take out everyone involved.

First scene shows them separate (it's animated, but looks kinda real), the guy gets a phone call while he's in the shower banging a chick. That part is blurred out, and I'm laughing. The next scene shows the female just getting out of the shower...her robot butler comes to give her the phone. She listens in, and the scene changes. To the objective I mentioned earlier. Then it goes back to her. She hangs up the phone...brushes the robot a couple of times with her towel, and then stuffs him down the toilet. After that, she sits down, takes repeated dumps in the toilet while the credits sort of roll.

(yeah weird anyway.)

The next scene has her walking through the forest, and she comes up on an old house where she thinks the girl is being held. The scene pans inside the house, and there's a lady with the kidnapped girl. Soon the female spy (never had a name in the dream but slowly started looking like Cristina Applegate) is whispering to the girl to follow her. The little girl is saying things like "why", and "where are we going", in regular speaking voice. The sight of frustration on Cristina's face has me laughing pretty hard. They make their way to the girls holding room. It looks like a regular girls room. (full of stuffed animals, can hardly see the bed, and closet because of them) Cristina moves some dolls out of the way to reveal a hole for their escape. The girl keeps talking super loud and Cristina just has to leave because the other lady can hear her, and she's coming to check up on them.

(meanwhile back at the Hotel....I'm now the male Spy)

Cristina and I are arguing about how the job went sour, and we're going back and forth, and it's getting really heated. There's anger and sexual tension between us. She closed in on me really tight, still panting and said "you know what we should do"? We both sat down on the bed at the same time, and said "order pizza". I looked at the mirror and said "who writes these roles for me"? She said "well you know I never get naked in my movies anyway".

Scene change.

We're (two other agents and Cristina) at a parking lot where we think the guy is. I see a truck that has this black jug of stuff (I forget the name, but it specifically states that it's for killing people). Meanwhile one agent is talking about how no one ever mentions BP locks. "Master Lock gets all the credit" he continues. We get to a BP green locker that a child could have opened. Corny Jokes ensue.:

"I bet i could have turned it to any random number and it would have opened"

"Did he really lock this? It seems like he just glued it".

(they were funny at the time....anyway)

The table I'm standing on is wobbly so I tell one of the other agents to get it. He get's a silver chain, dog tags, and a penny out. There are ton of other documents but he's all like "this is all I need I got this". "And if you're wrong" I question. He doesn't say anything and we head inside the building.

There's a fancy dinner going on, two choirs are singing, and Tyra Banks is hosting it. Recall goes completely blank here. Maybe there was some runway stuff going on...I know a cracked another joke somewhere. Then some guy comes out and says they're going to have a battle between the two choirs. "Old school vs. new school". They both sang the same song, but the old school choir was doing this dance with their hands up, while stomping back and forth (like zombie part in thriller) It was silly.

I had another spy dream, and Kaomea was in it. I just don't remember any other details.

I was in class, and my old speech teacher was there. He had a setup with a bunch of spray cans and a small stress ball on the table. He closed the door and had several students spray the entire contens of the can in the class room. I said "what is this supposed to do?". And I noticed my voice was several octaves higher. I had to talk in a low tone on purpose just so my voice would sound normal. He grabbed the stress ball and threw it and it bounce so hard and fast that it hit the ceiling several times in a blink of an eye before finally slowing down. He said that the cans had fix a flat in them, and they contained helium and some other stuff. I remember telling D about it at lunch and J and I can't think of her name. But they were arguinging. One of them said I was only friends with the girl because I wanted to get in her pants. Mybe it was like that initially, but we have been friends for so long that I gave up on that. I told her no, and the other girl backed me up.

I think I was lucid for a bit last night too, but I don't remember. Hmmm

This dream took place at my high school, where the sky was filled with clouds that were of a blue-grey tint, and with every crevice that lead to the sky held a crack of light that shun down upon parts of the campus. For the most part, the school was very much accurate, save for a few little things here and there. Still, kids were doing their end-of-the-year pranks, though it was quite the opposite from the reality of these summer schinanigans. Instead of throwing cold stuff, like water bottles and water balloons, in hot weather, we were throwing hot stuff, like actual lit matches, in cold weather. During a point in the dream were I was heading to my chemistry class, walking in the outside quad of the school, I noticed a boy throwing one match into the open door of an outside chemistry class. I thought it was dangerous, sure, but I went on with my life. As I walked up the stairs heading towards my classroom, I looked back at the class, though what I saw was somewhat disturbing; the partial sight of someone waving their arms in panic, the appendages ablaze with what I assumed was the fire from the match. I then looked back to the stairs, not seeming to pay much mind to it, but neither did the crowd of kids also walking to their classes. Once I got into my chemistry class, which was nothing like I remember it looking like, I took my seat in the back of the class, and I seemed strangely aloof to the whole incident previous, though I continued to wonder what the school was going to do about it and when. I told my friend John who say next to me, and he seemed to dodge the conversation and replace it with something irrelevant, though not long after, a voice came onto the speakers and announced "All students and faculty, please evacuate the school." I knew what this was about, though no one else did, it would seem. I walked out with my friend John, walking down the halls of the school which were quite gray and depressing. John was just making jokes, and that appalled me, but I seemed still aloof to the whole situation.
This dream was similar to the incident that happened during my junior year in high school, where a boy jumped to his death from one of the buildings, though i was much more distraught then.

The next dream, weirded me out a bit. I was Lara Craft from the Tomb Raider series. I was told to spy on some group of guys, and so I did, with this circular red helicopter that had the ability to also go on two legs. I went to my target and simply watched over them with little stealth at all. They were playing cards, and that's all I really remember.

First

I'm with my wife, and we are breaking into a building complex. The door is actually not locked, but we are not welcome. We find our way trough a complex of corridors and stairs, ending up to a laboratory room with three people in it. As we enter the alarm goes of. The doors of the laboratory start closing very slowly, and gas starts pouring in. One of the people in the room says something sarcastic to us. They don't seem to be scared of the gas at all.

My wife rummages trough some drawers and finds a paper. The other people don't do anything to stop us, just offer snide comments. We have more than enough time to leave the laboratory before the doors are finished closing. After getting out of the building we start running.

I think if I was dreaming we could just fly away. Or then again, probably I couldn't fly very well, but jump at least. Then it crosses my head, I am dreaming. I'm not exactly sure so I try jumping. I get a lot higher than I should. Then the scene faids, and is replaced by the blackness behind my eyelids.

There is a feeling of vibrations and some imagery, quite clear but not realistic. I think I should try just going with it, waiting for the vibrations to disappear before trying anything. I don't do any formal technique. At some point I drift to sleep.

Second

I'm in my kitchen with my wife. She is throwing balls up to the ceiling. The ceiling is not solid, it makes a splat and the balls get stuck. I want to try to make the ceiling completely liquid, so that the balls would pass trough. But they just keep splatting, and getting stuck. I jump upward, putting my head trough the ceiling, which offers no resistance. I come down again and ask her to try one more time. The ball, again just splats to the ceiling, maybe a bit deeper this time.

To begin, I was being told that I needed to find a real job other than the volunteer work at the city hall that I was doing (I am not doing any volunteer work at the city hall. Perhaps inspired by my previous desire to join the volunteer fire department, or my past efforts of volunteering at city hall). I started to work at the local grocery store, "Read's Food Store". All was going well for most of the day, until the boss started being a pain in the neck. She told me to mop the floors - I began to mop the floors. But for some reason, she was yelling at me the whole time, saying things over and over again, effectively creating a scene. At one point she insulted my stepmother, who was present at the time that she said it! I occasionally corrected my boss's sideways logic, but other than that, I continued to work.

When the day was over, I went to a table, which had all of my possessions on it. Including my dream journal and personal journal (I worried about having forgotten my dream journal throughout the dream, and never did a RC. Nice going). Instead of my Texas folks coming to pick me up, it was my Indiana folks. We hopped in the car and went off to a hotel that they were staying in. The notable thing about the hotel room was the urinal. It was a black panther in the stalking pose. With its mouth open round. In order to use the urinal, one would place his penis inside of the panther's mouth.

Going back to mart, for parts of the dream that I don't know where to place chronologically.
I was involved in some sort of spy mission, with T'Pol from Star Trek:Enterprise, and a random male figure.

While taking a break from work at the grocery store, I was assigned to take photographs of the intersection at the single stoplight in town. I noticed like 3 police cars in the photo, going through the intersection (Likely caused by the amount of ridiculous police activity in town lately, and my having been followed and harassed by police in recent months). And somehow some way, in the photograph I was able to zoom in on one specific police car. As I zoomed in, the photograph followed the car as it drove down the road, dodged some folks crossing the street in the ghetto, then left town.


When I turned to face the intersection again, I saw a badly damaged car that was flipped upside down, and a few meters away was a car with minor damage.
The driver of the car with minor damage was seemingly upset about the dents on his own car, while the other bystanders and I were focusing on helping the person in the overturned car. I asked if anyone had called the fire department yet.. (In my town, we have to wait for EMS to come from the city - our volunteer fire department is our first response to emergencies)
The man in the overturned car crawled out of the car. As it turns out, he was a conjoined twin... He had one body and two heads. His brother was complaining of his neck hurting badly and being "twisted", and the other brother was being relatively calm. A strange siren sounds, and a 1950s fire truck shows up.(Not out of place, actually. Our fire department consists of civilian pick up trucks and two old fire trucks from the 60s and 50s). I went back to work, as emergency response had come.


Later on, I was in my room talking to T'Pol and the other spy. They said that our current mission was to destroy evidence and dispose of dead bodies. T'Pol was working on a USB drive, while the other guy is bagging bodies. T'Pol seems to think that smashing the USB connection piece would be sufficient. I tell her that we should get inside the USB drive and smash the ROM chip. So I begin to try to dismantle the drive, which is for some reason a zip-up bag... Every time I unzip a bag, there's another one inside to unzip! I continue this loop for a while before finally taking it apart and finding out that there's no more to a USB drive than the connector piece. That the connector piece is the only part of the USB drive and the rest of it is just a grip. I must have been fundamentally wrong about USB drives, right? I should have become lucid here lol


I heard a noise - I go out in the hallway armed with a screwdriver... I kick the door open - It's just my brother. He tells me that my friend is over. "Tell him to come on up", I say. When I go back to my room, the male figure throws me a small foam basketball, made of the same material that the USB drive's bags were made of. The ball has some sort of text on it, and is perfectly crafted. My partners said that they made it out of the USB drive bags. No time! I tell them about my friend coming up, and suggest that they return to base. T'Pol tells me that it would be illogical to return to base because it would consume too many resources. So I come up with a plan to introduce the two to my friend as a regular friend.

And then I woke up.

I'm in like a German Concentration Camp that me and my team broke into because some others from our team got captured, and our team is defined as "unbeatable" yet we still got captured. We all have special abilities, I am unsure wish mine was, but I believe it was stealth or camouflage. As I could just walk straight infront of enemies who were patrolling the camp, nod at them, then continue what I was doing.

We leap over a wall that takes us to behind a massive castle like building, only 3 floors high though, with a tree in the back garden where I choose to run to. The rest of my reaming team run the other way, and the alarm goes off, the dogs get released and they chase them, but for some reason the street patrols didn't move from their spot.

I need camouflage, and somehow there is now a black bin bag next to me with two T-shirts in it, one a grey "Drop Dead" one with these words written on the back in the bottom left corner of the T, and I don't know the other. As I peak around the tree I see that I am now one street away to get to where I need to be, I need to get through wooden doors at the other side - because I thought I saw someone run through them- but the patrol is still standing at the end of the street.

The wooden doors were part of a wall at the other side of this road, directly across from me, and the patrol on my left hand side at the end of the street about 30 feet away. It's dark (night), and there is an orange glow from many fire in the distance from all around. I start to walk across the road, made with the rounded stone bricks that I've seen in my last dream. I nod at the leader who is standing in front of four troops, 2 on each side in a "U" shape, with the bottom of the U being where the leader is. Then I continue through the door. It's very detailed, with many structured all over it.

I'm running now, through this maze like floor, it's now day time. The walls of this maze is made of sand, and the sun is beaming in through the holes at the top, The holes at the to are in parallel to the paths that you could walk. For example If the only ath you could walk was straight on, if you looked up, the only sky you would see would be a straight line above the path.

I somehow get to the end of this maze, and end up in an area surrounded by small hills. There is a concrete circle in the middle of the hills - which I am now spying on. This concrete circle has a hole for most of it's inside that falls all the way down to a pit of flowing water. There is a small bridge that leads to a platform in the middle of this where you'd get executed. It's two of them things that you put your head and arms through in the middle of the small platform. The bridge was the only way to the platform, any other way from this leads you to fall in the water.

There are 4 ways to get to this concrete circle, one pointing North, another East ect. The maze I went through got me to the west side entry, and I watched spectators line up as someone was about to be executed, then I watched my target, a high profile and dangerous guy, take his seat in front of the North entry path.

I look down, then back up to the platform and I see two leprechaun like people, not in the suits or anything just the same height and hair colour, from my squad, walking across the bridge, being guided by a man with a black mask on, looking like it's made of a rough clothing material. He chained them into the chains - head and arm thing. Then the Leprechauns telepathically say "You don't know what they did to us. The man walks back across the bridge.

I stare at the two leprechauns, then I get forced to look away as a massive flash or laser or something happens. Causing me to fall back slightly putting my forearm in front of my head to shield off the light. I look back across when the light is gone, and the two leprechauns are now just skeletons. The man in the black mask walked back across with my general, who looked like the guy in Pirates of the Caribbean, the good guy with the grey beard.

The man in the black mask kicks the skeletons into the water, and hooks my general up to the chains. The same thing happens again, and then again with the companion we had. He was like a small Orange - brown coloured Moshi from Mario, without the shell on his back, and I see his skeleton fall as well.

Then chains fly from above me and go around my leg and my body, and I yell "Are you trying to endanger me?, Attack!" All of a sudden the remaining squad I had that broke in with me are behind me.

Then I wake up

DreamLucidAwake

Lucid Fragment

Just a short dream of me sitting at my desk, writing a long dream journal entry. It was the one about me fighting all of those Draflams.Something just didn't feel right about everything and I became lucid. I got mad that I had been wasting my time writing a dream journal entry that would just disappear. I think I woke myself up because I wanted to get the real thing written.

Lucid Fragment

It was in the middle of the night and I was in a car with my sister driving. For some reason we were driving around a graveyard. I saw my cat just napping in the middle of the path up ahead. I told my sister to slow down and stop so she wouldn't hit him. For some reason she got an evil look on her face and sped up. I became lucid here because being inside a speeding vehicle is one of my dream signs. I leaned over her and tried to reach the brakes. I couldn't reach them because she kept pushing me back. Then at the last second I grabbed the steering wheel and turned left. We crashed hard into a tree, but we were alright. The last thing I can remember is walking out of the cemetery with my cat and sister.

Draflam Bugs

I don't remember much of this dream. I was standing outside a Mansion's gates with an Aranian spy. It was our job to sneak into the mansion find information on something. I can't remember what exactly we were supposed to look for. We teleported into the mansion by reading a picture from some spell book. I became lucid after this because I realized teleporting isn't a normal thing. The spell brought us to a hallway in the mansion. It reminded me of Resident Evil. I could see several men in red robes walking around in the main hall. Luckily the Draflams were too busy and didn't notice us. The spy led me towards a blue door. The door led into some sort of basement or dungeon. We both felt like the information we needed would be down there.

We slowly descended the stairs into the darkness together. When it became too dark for us to see, I ignited a ball of fire in my left hand to light up the room. When the room was lit, I could see that we were in a large cave and that we were not alone. There were about 20 of these giant yellow furry cockroach things crawling along the cave walls. These things were about as big as me and didn't look too happy. As they lept towards us, I pulled out my sword and the Aranian spy pulled out two daggers. I killed a few of them by fire and sword. I didn't get to see the spy fight, but he did killed a few too. They started to retreat after we had only killed a few of them. This left me confused for a moment.

Soon, an even bigger yellow furry cockroach thing crashed through the cave wall. It roared and grabbed the spy with its fangs. It then threw him into a large rock. The monster turned and looked at me. It tried stomping on me with its leg, but I rolled out of the way. I soon started running back towards the exit and it chased me. As I ran up the long flight of stairs, the monster struggled to climb up them. It was too big to climb them, and the stairs would just break and fall apart if it stepped on them. The monster then tried smashing into the cave walls. It was trying to make the top of the cave collapes on me. I managed to open the door and get out of the cave before it collapsed though.

I snuck to a bedroom across the hall to avoid being spotted by an aproaching Draflam. The guard opened the blue door and saw that there were a bunch of rocks behind it. All he did was close it and act like it was normal. The last thing I remember is using the teleport spell again to transport me outside the gates.

End

14.11.2011

Contract (WILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Journeying downward, into the dark, the depths, from which there will be no return, I make haste in my flight.

Curved, snaking passageways, of naturally-hewn black rock, mark my ever descending path.

At the end, at the lowest reaches, a god awaits me. And he's thrilled to see me.

First, a test: a battle, versus a cloaked wraith.

I draw my sword from my side, and begin my assault, flashing steel hitting it's mark, but to no avail. I toss it aside, as the wraith strikes with its own blade.

Why do I bother with these anymore? I think to myself as the enemy's weapon strikes my flesh, and stops without making a scratch. It seems almost surprised.

I grab it from the ground at my side. I draw it, five feet long, my true sword, white sheath and ornate, dragon-like grip, given to me by a close friend, so many dreams ago.

My smile is demonic as I lash out, cutting through the wraith as if though it were nothing. Piercing and slashing, every cut is wonderfully perfect, joyfully precise. As I sever the wraith, bit by bit, the god is all but ecstatic.

But there's a problem.

Someone else is here.

“I'll take care of it,” I say, preparing to wipe the man in the shadows.

But the god responds harshly, forbidding me from using that ability in his presence.

Probably for the best, I think, darting to the spy, eviscerating him, and ripping my blade across his throat.

I switch to his perspective and watch myself stand there, powerful and absolute, long, beautiful blade in hand, the god just behind. I feel the warm blood erupt from his open neck, our neck, drenching us in a wet, red warmth. I solemnly experience his demise, fading as he does. . . slowly. . . painfully. . . without hope.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was standing in some place like an art museum. I stood at the edge of two rooms, like I was in a third room or a hallway. The two rooms were separated from each other by a small divider. Both of the rooms were pretty wide and airy. But the walls seem to have been spattered with paint, mostly red, with highlights of yellow.

In the room on my right, hanging right next to the dividing wall, was a long, hanging-scroll type of artwork. I may have thought of it as a Japanese painting. But may have been more like an embroidery, with a lot of gold thread. It showed Buddha on the top of a mountain, meditating.

A little, Asian boy ran up to the artwork and began pushing at it. He was pushing at it so hard that the fabric was stretching, becoming gauze-like, semi-transparent. I was panicked that the boy was going to tear the artwork. But I didn't want to say anything to him.

I now noticed that the artwork hung by something like a paper towel roll, through which ran a little rod like a metal clothes hanger. As the boy was pushing, the paper towel roll kept coming more and more off the rod. I knew the artwork would crumple to the ground.

I still felt shy about talking to the boy. But I went and found an older Asian man, who I figured must have been the boy's father. The man was skinny, with coppery skin, a receding hairline, and a slim, square cut of dark, black hair.

The man seemed to have a little trouble understanding English. But once he understood what I was saying, he went after the boy. By this time the artwork had probably been pushed to the ground. There seemed to be smoke, more like the sweetish-smelling stage smoke, all over the place. I seemed to be standing behind waist-high stacks of boxes.

The man and I now stood in another room, which was like the frame of a burnt-out house. There was smoke or steam everywhere around us. But we may basically have been outside, on a kind of yellowy-pale day.

The woman was upset, possibly because the artwork had been ruined. She was telling me and the man that she would be fine.

I now saw from the woman's viewpoint. I told the man (and somebody else?) that I was going to go home and shoot myself in the heart.

Dream #2

I was in a living room with my old friend R. I sat on the floor. R sat either on the floor or on the couch. The room was kind of dim, and there was stuff, including blankets, cluttered all around us.

I had a huge cookie before me. It was maybe 75cm in diameter. It was white, and it may have had something in it, like walnuts or pecans.

R encouraged me to eat the cookie. He seemed to think I was being a bit too shy about it. So I took a piece off the edge of the cookie and ate it.

R now revealed that he had a huge, brown cookie with stuff in it like chocolate chips, but not quite. R had to unwrap his cookie from a clear cellophane wrapper. He began eating his cookie and bragging about how good it was. Something about this was supposed to make me feel bad, like he'd "tricked" me into eating my own cookie while he got to eat his cookie, which was better than mine.

I decided I'd test out R's cookie, so I grabbed a chunk of it and ate it. R looked at me like he wanted to kill me.

Dream #3

It was night. I was in the back of the car with a guy. I sat on the left side. The guy sat on the right.

The guy was kind of tall, heavy, with a rounding jaw and squarish head. He had a short, square haircut with red-brown hair. He wore a black leather jacket. When he spoke, the guy had an accent that sounded Russian to me.

The guy talked about the Federico Fellini movie La Strada. He mentioned a group of people who were in the movie, but more in a sense like the movie was a real-life environment, of which they were a part. They had come into this place as spies. They may have been from the FBI.

The guy said these FBI spies had had such a great time in La Strada. "If they were having such a good time there, why did they go back to America? Why didn't they stay?"

Something about what the guy said didn't make sense to me. It may have been that I'd thought that of course the guys would want to go home: they'd only been here to spy.

We drove past some building like an auto repair garage. The garage door was all clear plexiglass, and the lights were on in the garage. But a couple of guys were pasting a humongous map of the United States up against the garage door, to block the view inside.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some run-down part of some big town. I was on a block with thin apartment buildings. The outsides of the buildings were grey, like they were either of unpainted cinder block or had their paint chipped off or worn off. It was daytime, and the light seemed kind of yellowy-pale and humid.

I was with a group of people. We all seemed to be in a line, and we were all being directed into one of the apartment complexes. I understood that we had all been sought out by some group and brought here.

I was now with the group that was seeking us out. They were seeking out Russians. But I wasn't a Russian. I had a bad feeling that I was simply part of their operation, kind of disguised as one of the people being sought, but that I was actually helping catch the people and get them confined in this one apartment building.

I was now with a line of Russian men, heading into this apartment building. One of the men in front of me was blonde, with a short haircut and pale skin. We got inside. The door opened directly to a dark, narrow, winding stairwell.

There was some kind of military guy just inside. He looked to be maybe in his 40s, a bit overweight, with a pudgy face, sweaty, and stubble-covered. He wore some kind of camouflage trenchcoat and one of those thick, round hats with the fur lining and earflaps.

I asked the man what I was doing here, what the Russians were here for, and if I really needed to be a part of this. The man raised a finger to his lips and said, "Sh... Just wait here until they're all upstairs. Act like you're going upstairs, too. Then, once they're all upstairs, just leave through the front door. We want to make sure we have them all here for the trial. As long as they think you're going, they'll go, too."

I now felt really terrible -- even though I definitely planned to leave this place as soon as I could. But it was like all the Russians had to think I was going with them, or else they wouldn't go. So I had to trick them into thinking I was going, too. But I wasn't. Why was I helping these military people capture these people?

I didn't quite feel like I could leave. Now that I knew there was going to be a trial, I wanted to see what it was going to be about. So I'd stay for that.

The trial took place in a room on the first floor, just off from the stairwell. The room was short, but kind of wide. It was barren, with dirty, concrete floors and plain, white walls. The light was incandescent, but it also felt cold and barren. There was a group of officials seated at a long folding table to my left. On the other side of the room was a vague group of people. Some were people being judged. Some were attorneys.

Someone had told me, again, that I could come in and see what the trial was all about. They told me that I could actually even help them out with the trial. I didn't want to help out with the trial, but I suddenly found myself doing so.

I stood out on the floor, giving some kind of random speech. I was trying to make myself look like I was defending the Russians. But what I was really doing was making them feel more comfortable, so they'd give up as much information as possible.

Dream #2

There was a man in some part of the world like Vietnam. I'm not sure what the time period was. It seemed like nowadays, or maybe even a little bit into the future. The man had done some spy-like thing, probably against America. He had been discovered. But he was already beginning to make a quick getaway.

The man looked like a stereotypical "Sgt. Rock" type of soldier. He wore a camouflage uniform, a rounded helmet with something like netting over it, and he had a muscular face and stubble. He may even have been smoking a cigarette.

The man was now getting into something like a spaceship. It was right next to some kind of hut on stilts. The spaceship looked like an old, 1950s style rocket, with the elliptical body and tailfins and everything. But it was made of some really silvery material.

The man had climbed into some kind of side door or hatch high up on the ship, possibly via some high window, or even the roof, of the hut. There were now a lot of rushing and booming sounds.

The space shuttle seemed to be lifting off. But now an Asian-looking woman, who was actually a spy for the American side, was calling out the window of the hut for the man. She had been assigned to get him back so that the Americans could put him on trial for whatever his spy activity had been. So she was pretending that she loved him and she didn't want him to go.

At this point I may have seen from the man's point of view. The woman seemed huge, like she was stretching all the way up into the air to pull me down. Her cries also seemed really terrifying somehow, like supernatural moans. For some reason, either I or the soldier decided to stay, since the woman loved either me or the soldier.

Dream #3

There were a group of people trying to fight some kind of alien menace. I'm not really sure what it was. The group was maybe a couple of guys and a girl.

One of the guys was separated from the rest of the group. He ended up finding the body of a woman who was thought to be in on the aliens' plans. But he didn't know that his discovery of the woman's body was planned.

The woman was actually an alien. The aliens were actually like robots. But the robots were made out of this purple mold, which was something like a living machine that could shape itself in various ways.

The man had done something to the woman, possibly cutting her open with a scalpel for some reason. A piece of the purple mold squirted out of the woman's body and onto the man's left eye.

The man didn't pay it any attention: it wasn't much. But the mold worked its way behind the man's eye and into his brain. I knew this meant that the mold would proliferate in the man's brain and body, eventually turning him into a robot.

Later the rest of the man's group would (or did?) find the man. They would (or did) think, wrongly, that the man was fine, when he actually was an alien robot, ready to spread the mold into other human bodies.