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There was an animal with wings in my dream that was flying and lifting up a chain of people in the process. I was intregued by what it was doing, so I joined the other people in the chain and I was flying along with everyone else. At some point I broke away from the rest of the group and just started flying on my own. At first I flew up into the sky, so high I went into outer space and looked at the moon and the planets, but since there was nothing to do out there, I came back to earth.

I was still flying, this time more slowly, going exactly where I willed myself to go. I flew through groups of trees, over others, and above power lines. I was having fun. As I was crossing a two lane road, I was low enough for a semi to almost hit me. I got angry as the next semi truck approached me, they didn't want to stop. The next thing I know, I had grabbed the truck, picked it up while still flying, and dropped it on it's side across both lanes. That would stop all traffic for sure.

Once I did that, I couldn't resist doing it again to at least 2 more semi's with trailers. I also flipped a few smaller trucks as well, and tore holes in their sheet metal with my bare hands. There was also a security truck with millions of dollars in it that I wrecked. I tore it open easily as if it were tinfoil, exposing the money inside. I had no desire to take any of it though. At that point I started waking up and I couldn't stay in my dream.

In a dream a few days ago, I was with some DCs from work. The hourly employees, us, were being lectured by management. But then it turned personal when the boss starts singling people out and critiquing them, including me. This made me so angry in my dream I wanted to kill my DC boss. But instead I somehow refrained.

My DC boss made me realizs he was only a DC, so I ignored the jerk. However I was still angry and realized I could do anything I wished. There was a nearby electrical outlet, I grasped it, tore it from the wall with my bare hands and kept ripping the wall apart using the metal electrical conduit that ran inside the wall. I didn't care even to look behind me to see if my DCs were staring at me from my incredible strength.

Half the wall was gone by the time I woke up.

An old one I had is one where I was near this river, needing to cross. Suddenly it became obvious to me that I could fly across, so I did. But as I crossed and in the air now, lucid, I stopped in mid flight, levitating there.

Near me there was a very large tree, I floated over to it, and grabbing it ripped it out of the ground, roots and all. I did this all while still levitating. Flying with my new tree, I used it as a club, smashing a few structures, buildings, roadways before flinging the tree a long distance down the river making a big splash.

I really wasn't paying attention to my DCs at this point, but I supposed they were wondering how in the hell am I doing this. Well I landed in an ally where I met a DC who actually question how. I told him it was easy for me and demonstrated by grabing a nearby telephone pole and ripping it from the ground. It impressed him but I still could tell he just didn't get it. Thats pretty much were it ended.

Two lucids AGAIN! Holy crap! This night was fairly bizarre as it was, but I think the last dream was the most interesting for me.

#1 - Parties And Dancing [Non-Lucid]

There's a family party going on at my house. Apparently I'm tormenting my cousin G and his brother P is supportive of it at first but not later. I don't remember much of that part of the dream, though. What I do remember is that I was wearing some completely ridiculous dress. Not ridiculous by look (I don't even really remember what colors it was or anything), just by... function. The entire time I was wearing it it was constantly shapeshifting itself and my body, I would look down and my boobs would alternatingly shrink or become pointy or slide around on my chest and stomach and the dress would randomly inflate and deflate and become really light and really heavy, at one point it basically felt like it would if I had a t-shirt on with a really thick pillow stuffed into the front, it was so awkward feeling. For some reason though, I also felt really confident in myself, like the dress looked really good on me or something. There was music playing and my aunt asked me to dance. We did for a bit and then I felt really good about myself so I went to the center of the room and did this dance that I came up with while tripping that I do when I'm alone that I feel is really cool to experience but I've always been too embarrassed to do it in front of anyone. Amazingly, I did the entire thing with my eyes closed AND was spinning a lot and when I finished and opened the scene still hadn't changed. It also made my other dream senses become much more apparent, which I thought was cool. Everyone was impressed at my dance, and I still felt embarrassed but in a good way. This is all happening in the den, and when I walk by the living room I see G still avoiding me. :T After that I walked into the kitchen, and maybe to the laundry room but I can't remember, but then I turned around and walked through the hallway behind the bar which somehow led outside into this beautiful garden (at the time I thought it as a park) with a few tables set up, and apparently my cousin A and her husband P (different P than before, but actually even the same name in real life) were having another family party as a follow-up to the one I was just at. Now I'm suddenly wearing some hard to remember white top and blue velour pants, I'm not sure what happened to the dress, but I actually am confused about it in the dream. I walk past a gazebo and see P sitting down with some random Asian guy at a table so I join them, but then A and other P told us that the Asian guy wasn't with us, so we felt embarrassed, and he looked at us weirdly and asked "Who are you...?" After that, I woke up.

#2 - Pointless Obstacles [Non-Lucid]

This one I was a little lazier about making note of so I don't have quite as much detail remembered, but I do remember that I was going to hang out with my friend K and I was wearing the same dress as before, only much more stable and unchanging. I was at his new apartment complex that he just moved in to and it was nighttime and snowing outside. Though one of the rooms of his apartment is apparently on the ground floor (it's not, it's on the top) and I can see through the window, I still start climbing the stairs up to get to the main entrance. Normally there's just a staircase to climb up, but this was like a legitimate obstacle course. And not just a regular one, I mean it had floating and moving panels and big gaps where you could fall through the floor into darkness, it was a like an intense video game map. I don't remember much of the first parts, but I had to work through several floors and finally I got to the top one. I climbed up a ladder to it and opened up a wooden hatch on the ceiling, and T, one of K's old roommates, was there in a sleeping bag in what looked kind of like a cross between a storage room and the inside of a pirate ship. >.> At this point I notice I'm somehow naked, but it doesn't bother me too much. I ask T if I can borrow one of his blankets, and he hands it to me and when I wrap it around myself it transforms into some really crazy anime outfit, and I go third-person and I have hot pink (but sort of almost red at time) hair with those gigantic anime/game character curls.



I make my way across some giant obstacle field made of ice, and hear some girls in the corner having some random conversation that catches my attention for a second but then I finally make it to K's door. But he rejects me because it turns out he's busy hanging out with someone else. I turn around but end up slipping on the ice floor and end up falling into the blackness below the floating panels, and that carries me all the way down through the floors I'd made it beyond so far, finally ending with me hitting the ground with very little pain. :\

#3 - Creepers Beware! [DILD]

I'm back outside at K's apartment complex, and it's still nighttime but not snowing. I'm walking around waiting to do something, but then I remember it's in what can be considered a kind of shady area, and I'm afraid of getting mugged or worse by just standing around. >.< I start walking back to my car and on the way there a gang of guys who're loudly cracking jokes about something comes walking near me which makes me uneasy, but then I suddenly become lucid and the dream starts quickly ending. The dream is very visibly crumbling around me, my vision is narrowing down to a pinpoint with just blackness surrounding it and frequently the entire dream blurs and looks sort of like a big crystalline fractal image, but not an actual 3D scene or anything. I'm tired of becoming lucid and having dreams immediately end, so I start furiously rubbing my hands together. I also start repeatedly yelling "BECOME LUCID!" and "MORE VIVIDNESS!" and every time it actually works a bit, but the dream is still obviously hanging on to its very last breath of life. I figured I'm going to have to interact with the dream a bit more if I want to really save it, so I walk over to one of the creepers and start talking to him. I act all friendly and lull him into a false sense of security, then grab him by the shoulder and punch him in the crotch as hard as I can. I laugh as he falls, but as he does I see the dream go all crystally again and I'm afraid my efforts aren't working, though my full vision was returning. Next I grab him by the crotch, then blast off the ground with a sonic boom and fly us up right into the side wall of the nearest apartment building, where I position his head directly at it and smash him into it, still applying the force directly to his crotch to do so. There's an incredibly loud impact sound and the side of the building crumbles around his body a bit. I let myself fall back to the ground and am satisfied because the dream seems to have restabilized enough. I walk around and notice that it's daytime now, and there's still really nothing to do. :T But that's okay, I've already had my fun. I flew up to get a nicer view of the apartments from the sky, then the dream ended.

#4 - Lucid Within A Non-Lucid [DILD within a Non-Lucid]

This one I only have a short description of, but it was rather interesting. It starts with me in a class but this kid, J, who only went to the same school as me up until middle school. The first part may have been more of a transitional state or a hazy third-person part, because I honestly don't remember much of it at all, at least in any way that really makes sense in my mind, but it was about us fighting robots in class! After that there was some kind of boss, and J handed a magazine that was apparently it. I tried to figure out how a magazine could be commanding robots, and there was some kind of hint in one of the articles about there being a sensor of some kind hidden above the ceiling tiles in our classroom, but then we just kind of abandoned that plot and started waiting for class to end. I go sit down at my desk and get really tired, and fall asleep while waiting. Here's where things get strange! I lifted my head and I was still in the same classroom, but the people were acting weird and robotic (heh) rather than how they had been a second ago, and everything had a really foggy feeling to it. It was extremely trippy. I look around and think, wait, I just fell asleep in this class and now it's different and... wait, is this a dream? :O Yes, that's right... I became lucid based on clues that weren't true. And at the time, though it was a legitimate lucid and felt like one (rather than just dreaming about being lucid but not actually being), I still thought of the non-lucid dream as reality and where I was sleeping. The atmosphere of the lucid was extremely confusing, probably because somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I was lucid but still very unaware of the situation. It honestly felt like I was the lowest level of lucidity I could possibly be. I decided to just waste time since I was waiting for class to end anyway, so I had everyone in the class start singing a song. The teacher even joined in happily. I wanted to go flying outside a bit after that started, and I saw it happening in my mind's eye but it wasn't really, and then everything got really hazy and I figured the dream was ending, so I woke back up... into the non-lucid dream. Obviously, I thought I was awake at that point so I lost lucidity. Not long after that though, I actually woke up. What a strange experience!

DreamLucidAwake

I felt like this dream should have been recorded, but it became fragmented after a couple days. I can't remember any of the before lucid stuff.

Healing Potion Quest

I was inside my grandmother's house at the front door. There was a female elf laying there, who may or may not be the same one from my last entry. She was in pain and dying after being attacked by either me or something else. I can't remember. She mentioned something about finding a healing potion.

Healing potions are always in a vial full of a red liquid for no reason at all. So I kept that in mind as I searched the house. I started in the living room and looked among the tables and shelves. I found a scented red candle sitting on a shelf. I figured it was a potion because it was something red inside a glass and smelled interesting. I ran back to the girl with the candle and smashed it onto the ground next to her.

"That's a candle..." She mumbled.
"Damn it." I said, realizing how stupid it was to both pick a candle and to smash it.
"Okay, don't move. I'll check the bedroom!" I told her.

I ran about half way down the hallway before I heard a scream. I ran back to her and saw about three goblins with spears surrounding her. They got a few swipes in before I jumped between them and the elf. I grabbed the goblin to the right and smashed it into the middle one. Surprisingly that's all it took to kill them. The one to the left then made a jump towards me. I kicked it as hard as I could and it flew across the room and hit the wall. This one made an attempt to get back up. I finished it off with my draconic roar that blasted the goblin into the wall. I learned that my roar has a secondary effect. It released some sort of pressure wave that left the room in a mess. I was impressed by that.

My attention quickly went back to the elf. She looked like she would only last a minute at best before bleeding out. I then got an idea to summon a potion. I told myself, "There's a potion in the fridge." I then ran into the kitchen and saw an empty vial sitting on the counter. I took it and then opened the fridge. I found a lone pitcher full of a red liquid inside. I poured it into the vial and swished it around a little. I ran back to the girl as quick as I could. Sadly I was too late though. She died just as I crouched in front of her. The dream ended after I said a few sad things.

End

This is the second time someone has died when I could have easily saved them. I seriously need to unlock my healing magic.

1. I'm hanging out with an old friend of mine who I haven't seen in years. She pulls out a bag of this chunky powder and pours it out on the table. She starts pushing the powder into lines and then snorts one. I ask her what the powder is, and she tells me that it is spore dust. I don't really want to snort the spore dust, and I suggest that we just eat it instead. She is very insistent that it must be snorted. I forget if I ended up doing it or not.

2. I'm on the train going to school. I have to tie my shoe, so I bend over. Some guy behind me grabs my ass, and I freak out. Suddenly I have extreme strength. I throw him against the wall and hit him repeatedly, leaving him with dark purple bruises.

We're driving down the highway in a tan-coloured Oldsmobile. The driver seems to think the speed limit is optional, which really wouldn't bother me, only he doesn't actually have his license yet. Also, he doesn't seem to be in control of the vehicle, if the wildly oscillating steering wheel is anything to go by.

"Whoa! Whoa!" I shout from the backseat. "Oncoming train, ONCOMING TRAIN!"

"Ben, stop," says my mom from the passenger seat.

Ben reluctantly brings the car to a stop before we get to the train tracks. I breathe out a sigh of relief and glare at my brother.

"You know," says the fifteen-year-old comfortably, "Sam could totally supervise my driving -"

"NO!" My mom and I say simultaneously.

Ben slouches in his seat and gets the car moving again, now that the train's past. The car gradually speeds up, and he throws my mom a look that reads See? I can totally drive without giving Sam a heart attack.

A copse of trees blocks the road a little bit farther along. It's night. We need to hike through the trees in order to get to the road on the other side.

We're not a few steps in before I can feel a tingling feeling up my spine. I sense a malicious intent, which lingers, as if the blood that's been spilled here has never properly washed away.

"We should hurry," I say quietly. "This isn't a good place." I should know, this is my dream after all. Vaguely, I wonder if this is going to turn into a nightmare. If it is, am I sensing evil, or creating it?

There are men sleeping, haphazardly strewn over the grass-covered ground in various garishly coloured sleeping bags. I hurry Mom and Ben along, out of the campsite through a path in the bushes. I know it the moment the men wake up.

"Go! Go! I'll meet you at the car!" I shout at my family. Somewhere between eight and a dozen men come rushing onto the path, heedless of my attempts to block them. I can't move, I can't shout, I'm completely helpless -

"KIYA!" I lace a high-pitched shout with all of my fear and anger, forcing the men's attention onto me. I move out into the middle of the clearing, still pulling their attention, focusing on the present rather than the danger that faces the others. I need to be able to move.

"KIYA!" I shout in challenge, feeling ridiculous, catching a third-person view of myself as Eliza Dushku.

A man runs at me, using his momentum - and considerable bulk - to ready a skull-crushing punch. I sidestep. He misses. I use his momentum against him, throwing him out of the way.

It's on.

Another man rushes me. I catch him by the arm, twist, breaking it. I throw him over my shoulder and he crashes to the ground, where I aim a kick at his neck, killing him instantly.

Two come at me. I send one stumbling with a kick to the solar-plexus. He trips over the corpse and I disable the other one with a ridge-hand strike to the throat, crushing the windpipe. He collapses to the ground, gasping for air, and I'm already rushing a stunned thug, sweeping his legs out from under him. I pound three high-powered kicks into his left temple before he can blink.

A thug is picking himself up from beside his friend's corpse, looking enraged. I'm behind another one, hand across jaw, and I pull, breaking his neck. I don't see Trippy until he has a hand around my throat, lifting me until my toes barely brush over the ground. I twist, tearing - tiger claw - rigid fingers across his face, ripping into flesh. His grip slackens and I turn around to meet another attack, evading arms and deftly clawing an eye out of its socket. He's out of the fight.

One of the smarter ones is readying an incantation - I'm in front of him. I grab, twist, tear his arm off, leave him to bleed out.

Another. I aim a kick for his groin, surprised when I hit the inner thigh. Hard. Time slows for the others, and I admonish myself for losing focus. Concentrate on the dream. I pull my leg in, I lash out with a side-kick to the groin. He's down. I smash his head in.

I hear a dark chuckle from across the clearing. Trippy is struggling to his feet, one hand pressed against his bleeding face. He laughs. I want to know what's so funny.

"You think we're monsters." He laughs again, eyes closed for a moment.

He's down before he knew what hit him. I kick him repeatedly, into the gut, into the side of his head, until he's nothing but a mangled corpse leering at me with a dead grin.

I put down the others with brutal efficiency.

I meet Ben and Mom at the car, which happens to be a Chevy Impala. Not meeting their eyes, I mention that we're going to have to wipe down the car, inside and outside. Apparently it was used to run over people while I wasn't looking. I'll have to dispose of these clothes, too. They're black, so I can't see the blood-spatter, but I just murdered a bunch of unarmed humanoids, and there was blood spraying everywhere, so -

"I'll clean the car," says my brother.

I take a deep breath. "Yeah. We should go."

---

Some time later, I meet up with an alternate version of my mom, driving the Oldsmobile. We talk about the forest/campground, but she isn't entirely sure what I'm talking about. In her world, we kept driving right past the damned place.

I get to thinking about alternate endings...

---

They have Ben. My mom has disappeared, but they have Ben and he's a prisoner of these things and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

There's a young boy, maybe ten, being carried from some kind of ceremony, half naked. I have a bad feeling about this.

I take a breath, calm my mind. I can stay out of sight for now, wait for an opportunity to rescue him. I'm practically incorporeal right now; it's not like I could do much anyway. Although, I think, as I watch them drag my struggling brother out of sight, waiting could be easier said than done.

---

Colourful round wooden tables are interspersed throughout the clearing. I couldn't see the place before I followed Ben in. My brother is sitting at one of the tables, eating the same grilled cheese sandwiches as all the other humans. On his left is the vampire he's been bound to, and on his right, a human slave, eying the former nervously.

I get a bit of insight from the slave, who, apparently, was a member of the local Resistance before he was captured. He still hasn't quite lost the suicidal tendencies.

"You realize," he says to Ben, keeping his voice low so the vampire won't notice, "That these things are just using you, right? We need to fight them."

Ben snorts. "You're just saying that because they're planning to eat you."

Apparently they keep humans as cattle. Charming.

Also, Ben's been brainwashed. This could be a problem.

---

I'm watching the loading area, a gravel parking lot leading into the back doors of the complex. An Oldsmobile drives in. I move closer.

A group of three or four slaves is conversing with the driver. One of them was talking to Ben earlier. Kel, I think his name was. I recognize the leader of the group: Damon. Fanatic.

"What do you want with the Aur'i, Reader?" Damon asks, as my mom steps out of the car.

"Your masters have taken one of our own." Mom tells them coldly. "We want him back."

Fuck me. Readers' powers are the opposite of my own, divine while mine are hell-powered, and they're positively toxic to the Aur'i (vampires). They're more of an allergy, for me.

"The boy, yes?" says Damon, "What of the girl?"

Ah, the Dushku persona.

"Not one of ours," Mom says, "She didn't violate the Accords by attacking you."

"A pity," says Damon. "I'll pass along your message to our Masters. You may leave now."

Ignoring the slight, Mom tips her head and goes back to the car.

Damn it. I've got to get her a message before she leaves. I take off along the side of the complex.

---

"Sokka Katara Sam!" Ben gasps, clutching his head. I hear him, glad that he's finally broken through the mind control.

Lay low.

---

I break out into a full-on sprint, moving as quickly as I can around the back corner of the loading bay. When I stop, I hardly even notice that I'm not out of breath. I wave my arms at my mom, staying carefully out of the slaves' sight.

I gesture towards some scaffolding near my hiding spot, which should be hidden from any observers. My mom exits the car and heads toward the spot I indicated, and I slink along more carefully, hidden by the various construction materials along the way.

"You had to choose this spot?" asks my mom, visibly shivering.

I'm surprised, but I look more closely at the wall. There's warding magic emanating from it.

I smile sheepishly. "I can't feel it like you do." I tell her, "My power meshes with the place."

"We'll talk about it later." She pulls an iron chain out and throws one end to me.

I catch it. It feels like ice-water is crawling over my skin.

Covered by the protection of the chain, I explain the situation, highlighting the layout of the compound and detailing Ben's chain to the Aur'i. I'm so caught up in the story that I don't notice the patrolling slaves have noticed us. Noticed the chain, rather, since we're invisible.

"That is a forbidden magic here," says Damon, indicating the iron chain.

"Is it?" I ask, adopting a really bad light Jamaican accent. "It is looped through this equipment like a spider's web."

"The reader," hisses Damon.

"You're Nomad?" asks Kel, indicating a nationality.

I glance back at Mom, but she's disappeared along with the car. Good.

I have an image of dark skin and bright colours. I take the appearance of the girl in my mind's eye and let the chain fall from my hand.

I can work with this.

I Am Legend. Scare Factor: 5.[/QUOTE]

Go to the moon was kind of my madness mantra last night. Attempted to remember that I wanted to do this.



I'm in the basement of a building my grandparents used to own. In the dream, it had been extensively remodeled since then. I try to apply the actual blueprints to the dreamscape, but it's too confusing. I hear newborn kittens. I see a few heads of bread-mice scattered around. The mice here are made of bread. I pick up a half-eaten copy of a book by Neil Gaiman, and decide that this is all his fault somehow.

Shift.

I'm in a love story, switching between two of the three main characters' points of view. I leave down the stream with the guy who's not me? This is confusing.

Shift.

I'm in a forest, hearing a Voice that gives me instructions. I'm happily running through, surrounded by green, green grass and trees, when I come to a stream. I jump straight over it, but land awkwardly on the other side, not having gone as far as I thought I would.

Water saps your power away, The Voice explains, That makes rivers difficult to cross.

I'm frustrated, because dreams should be doing whatever I tell them to, but the dream-logic makes sense for now. I consider another, wider, river nearby.

I'm near where the forest was, but now I'm surrounded by stone: banisters and stairways and what could make for some very fun parkour sequences. I glide up onto the banister, ready to jump, when I suddenly realize that because this is a dream, I really can go anywhere.

Go to the moon.

Oh, yeah, I was gonna try to do that tonight. I hop off the banister, landing easily on the stone floor. I hold a hand out as I had visualized, feeling through the dream-fabric. I feel and hear a buzzing, and watch in amazement as the dream within stone building abruptly disintegrates, leaving only the night sky. I look down, fully aware that I made it and I'm on the moon and -

Too much surprise.

I'm lying face down on the bed, just like when I last went to sleep. Everything is dark and I keep my eyes shut, trying for another shot at the dream. I feel plastic beneath my hands*, but I aim to kneel down and feel the moon rocks that must be at my feet.

Shift.

"How the hell are we going to stop that thing?"

"I'll take care of it."

"How?"

"I'll take care of it."

I'm using a fellow officer as bait, but I don't have any strong feelings on the matter. The monster is approaching from down the hallway, turning a corner toward me. It spots me, and I retreat into the room, leaving the door open behind me. I'm standing just around a corner, out of sight from the door. The monster steps into the room, and spots the injured officer lying on the bed. I remind myself that this is a dream and I will be able to do this.

The monster rounds the corner, snarling, and I grab it by the scruff of the neck and somewhere along the back (it might have been wearing clothes) and I throw it - hard - toward the window. It goes flying as if it weighed a pound, crashing either through the mirrored door of the closet and the wall behind it. It didn't land as if it weighed a pound.

I'm outside, on the red, ceramic tile rooftops, no longer worried about the monster. I consider taking another shot at getting to the moon. I hold up another hand, trying to feel the dream fabric. I little bit of deep blue bleeds through where my hand is. I put up the other hand, trying to force myself through. It doesn't work. New method.

I'm standing at the edge of a rooftop, unable to see into the abyss that lies before me. I jump, only concerned that this might make me wake up. I land. Without looking, I can tell I'm still in the same dream-scape, so I jump again.

This time I fall and fall and fall, visualizing the black tower that Nomad described. I land, easily, and I can tell that I am, in fact, on the top of a black tower. When I open my eyes, though, I consider that this might not have been the one I was looking for. This one is only three or four stories high, and it's surrounded by brick buildings on all sides. A watchtower. I sigh.

I hop down onto the dirt and paving stones, and look around at the DCs in the area. There's a cute blonde with long, wavy hair, chatting with some friends at the edge of the courtyard. I consider that I might be half in the moon-dream somehow and these might be real people, but I dismiss the thought as unlikely and walk toward the girls.

I step through her friends, smiling at the blonde girl and holding out a hand. She takes it, and I spin her around and kiss her. Oddly, I have the sudden ability to smell and taste (morning breath) and I quickly block it out. And suddenly I'm playing a game of the Sims, and there are a bunch of options on the screen. Now I'm talking to family members on the other side of the courtyard and looking for the girl so I can actually talk to her?

Voices Trying to Limit Your Dream-Control. Scare Factor: 2. Though the bread-mice were somehow creepy.

*So very much a false awakening.