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Out of dreams: Black
In Dreams: [COLOR="#4B0082"]Indigo[/COLOR]

Argh, I just deleted so much of my previous entry, but I'll try to write this up again. My dreams are beginning to work better, I'm starting to see my dreams more vividly. I began to say "I will have lucid dreams" as a mantra, and it kind of works because I have more vivid dreams, except they still are not at lucidity yet.

Sleep: 1:30
Wake: 5:00, Concious and trying to enter REM 5:30 - 6:45, 9:20

[COLOR="#4B0082"] I begin in a weird basement I've never been in before. I see a game system next to a tv so I pop in this sonic game. Sonic is running and apparently I have a PS3 controller even though I only play xbox 360. I press circle to do the spin dash thing when I get to a giant room and there is a giant button in the middle with a star, kind of like the one in this image except much bigger [/COLOR]

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[COLOR="#4B0082"] Then this guy starts commentating in the background of the game while I'm playing. "You have to collect all the rings to hear the whole story", and as I collect the rings I can hear some sort of story being told but only as I collect the rings. I don't get all the rings and I jump again (sonic spends a lot of time in mid-air so you can hear a lengthy story) to hear the rest of the story that I missed. Except when sonic jumps he doesnt spin he just does a boring jump like everyone else. The commentator says "Let it be heard you can have sonic do classic actions and my own specialized actions" and he obviously set his actions to default. From the big button there are three different paths of rings, so three different stories I guess. After that I find this other object in the next room, this weird device to listen to music.[/COLOR] I'll try to draw it but I am terrible at MS Paint, so bare with me here.

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[COLOR="#4B0082"] You could move the machine along the song list, and I just chose the song in the middle, which was a Madonna song for some reason, and so the machine started playing it. Then after a while it played Van Halen, it probably automatically goes to the next song by itself.[/COLOR]

After this dream I wake up, and even though I feel tired I get up for about 5 minutes so I can wake up a little and record that in my dream journal. After I record it in my dream journal I take a few sips of apple juice and go back to bed. I lie in bed for a while trying to stay concious as my body and subconcious would go into REM mode, but all I can get are slight hallucinations after an hour, so I just give up and go to sleep for real.

[COLOR="#4B0082"] My first dream after this is me and a girl eating cake in a dark room. The cake is kind of gross so I only take one bite. Then I start to see me and a girl start kissing on the chair/table thing you sit on at the doctors office, except I see this from the third person. We don't really french kiss or anything just sensual touching and just the lips. The girl wants to have sex after that but she tells me she can't perform a specific sexual action (forget what it is) and so for some reason I refuse to have sex with her. She keeps begging me to do it anyways but I say I have to go, and I walk out a door, and through the door light is coming in through the sides of the door for some reason maybe because the room/outside on the other side is much brighter.[/COLOR]

This dream makes me so angry lol. [COLOR="#4B0082"] Me and two other people are talking, I think just anonymous people from my classes at college. We are sitting in chairs outside my bedroom, two of us on one side of the room and another guy on the other. The other two people start talking about dreams and then I say how hard it is for me to go lucid and how I'm trying hard to get a lucid dream, and I'll have to keep trying tonight.[/COLOR] THEN I WAKE UP, I was so angry at my brain....

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11-19-2012 -- I'm walking in to Ron Dockery's house (past roommate) and he's in the living room with a large bowl-like cup he's mixing stuff in. He has me adding some carbonated soda to the mixture, possibly while passing it through an electrical current. It's filling up right to edge of the bowl, and he thinks it is going to blow, but so far, at least, it doesn't. Can't remember why or how, but there is a sense of Runescape at this point. I pour a little more soda in, and at this point the mixure is bowing just slightly above the top of the bowl, still held in place by surface tension, yet slightly quivering from all the energy contained. At this point we're really surprised it hasn't blown, yet.

Soon a friend of Ron's walks in. He's hoping she is eventually going to be his girlfriend, and it seems the chances are good. She turns out to be Shirley Feeney from Laverne and Shirley. The house is a large one, and for some reason there are lots of kids living here. It is past bed time, which means it is required that all the kids are in their bedrooms. It is up to them, however, if they ever bother to actually sleep or not. By this point we're upstairs in a sort of den-like room, and I am around a corner from Ron and Shirley. I am pretty sure they have a quickie while I am around the corner, and for some reason I am trying to spy on them.

But soon there's no chance of that, because the kids are everywhere, and not in their rooms as they are supposed to be. It turns out there are so many kids around because Shirley watches them for the government, who kidnaps them from their parents. It turns out they have weird, detailed dreams, and for some reason these dreams are considered evil, so they are held here. This is really scaring me, because the kinds of dreams and the details of what are considered evil about them actually match up pretty closely with the kinds of dreams I have. Shirley tries to explain to me that it is OK for me as a middle-aged man to have dreams about sex, or even for a teenager, but there is something wrong when kids who are four or five are having the same kinds of dreams, and while I am still very nervous about it all, I can admit there may be something to that.

I'm not sure how the shift occurs, since I ran out of room on the paper to write more down, but in some way connected to all this government kidnapping and dream-related stuff, I soon find myself floating above a circular lake that seems very reminiscent of the avatar fountain in the Runescape clan citadels. I'm just kind of floating there drifting like one of the avatars, except I am myself, and the large circular lake is surrounded by huge skyscraper-like buildings on all sides. I'm hoarse, and have my voice problem, but I am somehow projecting my voice all around the city, anyway.

I explain that I have both the right and the power to do so, so I have claimed the throne of the city and named myself ruler. Nobody likes this, and people are starting to shout out complaints about this, but I don't really care. On the shore to the northeast is a figure that seems to be out of the movie Tron, with his suit glowing with light, except it is in green, instead of blue. He fires some sort of ray gun at me, but I block the green burst of laser fire with my hand. Unlike what it should do, it doesn't hurt me or assimilate me, or put me under his control or anything ... he simply doesn't have enough power to do anything to me. I'm powerful enough to back up my claim.

Soon I walk in to the city, heading east. I soon find myself in curved hallways that remind me of a space station like B5 or DS9, and the look is kind of going animated, half between regular animation and computer animation. I find myself facing an old soldier with short-cropped whitish-silver hair. His uniform is all in pink (as opposed to the green of the guy earlier) and I think it is nothing more than a different color to represent a different team. His body shape looks exactly like the old guy from Pixar's Up. He makes to attack me, and I first warn him, then take his gun away from him, and he's rather bummed that he can't take me. By this point, it has a strong feeling of a sort of Wreck-It Ralph feel to everything, like a cross-over world between lots of forms of animation and lots of video games.

Soon I find myself driving out of the city in a very wild cartoon fashion, as well as in a very wild cartoon vehicle. Strong hints of the Roger Rabbit paddy wagon vehicle the weasels drove in the movie, except I'm driving it, instead. I'm flashing down a tunnel, and one opponent who seems kind of Plasticman or Mr Fantastic-like has spread across the entire tunnel, but I plow right through him. Others are on the roof of the tunnel, trying to drop on my vehicle as I pass, but they get the timing wrong. A couple drop too soon, and have to dive out of the way of my vehicle. The rest wait too long, and hit the road behind me (pancaking), having to dive out of the way of other traffic following.

As we make it out of the tunnel, and into a more open area, I am swerving all over the place like a crazy man, and like in a cartoon, the road is shifting under me, flying out to the sides, and bunching up under the force of my tires. I'm now running down a hillside that feels like it is from the movie Nightmare Before Christmas, leaving Halloweentown and approaching another world. My car that has been very pumpkin-themed, and has half been being driven by a pumpkin figure is now shifting, and all the Halloween decor is trying to fly off in all directions as the theme changes. I'm not willing to let it go, so I grab the pumpkin / driver figure and hold on to him. I manage to keep hold of him, but he changes, and is now a bobblehead Einstein figure, instead, but he's still driving for me.

We're now in a lego car, driving through a massive lego city like the kind they build in the various Legoland parks, and I ask him if he'll continue to drive for me. He asks me why, and I try to tell him, but somehow I find I just can't get the words out. Something is constraining me, not letting me explain. I try to force the words out, and it is something about I have to rescue my lady love, whatever world they happen to be holding her in. I'm pretty sure he agrees to help. We're tiny figures in this huge Lego city, but it is all built on a huge table in this room with small offices lining the walls, and as we are talking and driving at high speed, one of the office doors opens, and the Shirley Feeney character walks out, thousands of times bigger than me, since I'm now the size of a Lego figure.