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Dream #1

I was in a dressing room with a woman. The dressing room was maybe three meters long and two meters wide. It had thick, pale carpet and dim, incandescent lighting. I stood before a mirror that folded in three.

The woman, who was something like a shop worker, stood to my right. She was really attractive. She was a tiny bit taller than I. She may have been Asian. She had long, black hair and a curvy body.

She wore a cream colored blouse that showed off a lot of her skin -- the blouse was probably split really low down the chest. She also wore a very tight, maroon colored miniskirt with horizontal folds in it. The woman had an ornate tattoo running down her chest. She may also have had tattooed arms.

The woman told me I looked good in whatever it was I was trying on. For some reason, I felt like this meant she was attracted to me. I was attracted to her. I couldn't resist her. I turned to her and embraced her around the waist with my right arm.

The woman didn't seem to try to break away from me, even though I think we both knew this was probably not something we should be doing. I was feeling the electric charge of sexual arousal. I bent my head to the woman's face and began kissing her softly.

Dream #2

It was night. I had just come out of some building and found myself in a little courtyard area. The courtyard area was completely open to the sky, but it was set below street level. Everything in this courtyard was made out of reddish stone, maybe sandstone.

I walked up a wide, shallow staircase that went up to street level. As I did, some scary guy may have approached me for money. As I got to street level I thought I'd have to be careful. It was so dark out here. People like the scary guy could follow me without my easily noticing them.

I walked up into and across the street. I was obviously in the business section of a big city.The city was really clean. The streets were lined with trees.

I wondered, though, how everything in the city could actually be this dark. It was like there were no, or barely any, lights on at all. The sky was a deep, dark blue, but it seemed to provide some illumination. And there may have been orange street lamps shining from somewhere. But everything else was dark.

I then realized or remembered that there had been a power outage in the city. I was now in a living room with a young man and woman. The living room was lit, as normal, and the TV was on.

The young woman was, somehow, preparing the young man to be interviewed by some news reporter regarding his experience of the power outage. The man would know when he was supposed to do the interview by some signal from the TV. He would then travel somewhere to be interviewed.

Dream #3

My view of this dream was weird. It was often as if I were watching a TV show on an old TV screen. But the TV screen was all fuzzy and seemed to be tipped over at an angle.

The show playing seemed to be taking place in the early 1970s. A wife may have been trying to get a divorce from her husband. But the wife also wanted to be able to do something for her son, like send him away somewhere, maybe out to the southwestern or western United States.

The husband was sitting on the couch. He looked like a young business man, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He wore a business suit with a white shirt and a green tie with thin, widely-spaced, yellow stripes. He had a short, but almost bowl-shaped haircut.

The wife had said that son wanted to do something particular, but I can't remember what. The husband made some kind of mocking comment about what the son wanted to do, but said that the wife could go ahead and run off with the son out west to go do whatever it was the son wanted to do.

As the husband was making his remark, the scene changed to some place like a building out in the old west, like a storefront in a small town in a John Wayne movie. The view was really close-in on the storefront. A few people stood in front of the building. They may all have been wearing Hollywood-style old west clothes.

It was now a few years later. The son was now twelve, or possibly thirteen, years old. The wife was having the son prepare for the father's arrival. The son and wife hadn't seen the father in all these years. I was looking forward to the husband seeing how well the son had developed in these few years.

The son was out somewhere, playing with a few of his friends on some tree near a wooden fence. The son wore a backwards baseball cap, a kind of baggy t-shirt, and a backpack. He was fair-skinned, with red cheeks.

The son thought he would show his father a trick he could do on the tree. He thought this trick would show the father how well the son really was doing in his life.

The son climbed up the tree using small tree limbs. These limbs were barren and not very long. But they were maybe five centimeters in diameter, and they were coming out of the left side of the tree all over the place, thickly, from the base of the tree, all the way up the trunk.

The boy then climbed down the opposite side of the tree. It may have been more like sliding down the tree. Growing out of this side of the tree were something like roots, or very, very skinny and short branches. The boy seemed to believe that he could get a foothold in these little tangles. But he couldn't.

By this time, the son and wife were wondering where the father was. He should have arrived by this time. Then, suddenly, the mother had news on the father. He was in trouble. He may have been in a nearby hospital. He may have been near death. The son and wife would have to go to see him right away.

The scene changed to a vehicle like an SUV-type vehicle driving down a snow-covered road at night. I could really only see the front passenger side tire of the vehicle, and a tiny bit of the surrounding body. There were also flashing yellow and red lights reflecting around the car in the deep snow.

I knew that the father had been in some kind of really bad car accident. He may have been near the point of death. He may actually still have been out on the road.

I was now in a bedroom, possibly with one or two kids. I myself may have been a kid, maybe ten or eleven years old. We were watching something on a computer.

I then found an old commercial for Chips Ahoy! cookies. The commercial seemed to have been made in the late 1960s or early 1970s. The commercial showed various kids' faces in front of some backdrop that was lit by a bunch of brightly colored spotlights. The kids all talked about how much they liked Chips Ahoy! cookies.

Later, a frame was put around this view. It was a crude, greyish box, almost like something out of a very rudimentary computer graphics design. At the bottom of each frame was the kid's name.

I noticed that one of the kids was named Wernher von Braun. I thought, Hey, isn't that guy a Nazi? The kid was kind of chubby. He had pale, green eyes and a square buzz-cut. He wore a striped t-shirt.

I felt like I might risk some trouble for myself if I acknowledged too strongly (even mentally) that I knew this Wernher von Braun kid was a Nazi. He even seemed to be looking at me strange from the computer screen.

Suddenly the kid changed again. But it was the same kid. Only this time, the name at the bottom of the frame was Marilyn Monroe. The kid's face suddenly bulged out at the cheek, then bulged out at the head. The eyes seemed smashed down. The ears became enormous.

I got the idea that someone was trying to make some kind of joke about how Marilyn Monroe would have gotten big and fat had she lived to be old, anyway.

The kid's face went back to normal, and another name appeared at the bottom of the frame. The kid's face started to become all distorted again. This time the eyes may have bulged out.

Dream – Lucid

I was looking in the bathroom mirror. I think I was on vacation at the beach. Anyway, I noticed that the left side of my face was very red. I was trying to figure out why. I then thought about being on the beach all day. Maybe I hadn’t put on enough sunscreen? I kept looking and noticed the red was all over my face and all over my chest. I started being able to feel the tightness and pain associated with sunburn.

I looked at the counter by the sink, and it was super cluttered. There were little baskets of stuff everywhere. I noticed some aloe vera sitting in a couple of the baskets. I never picked it up.

I looked in the mirror as I turned out to walk towards the shower. I noticed numerous tattoos on my thigh. It looked like a cartoonified comic tattooed about the Power Puff Girls or something. It consisted of two frames. The background was pink.

I feel like there were more tattoos, but I can’t remember what.

Gonna go from least remembered to most on this one. I should go back to typing these up in the morning instead of later, when I already forget the details.

First off, I wrote down "celebrity", "piano", "relationships", and "train station." I can not even remember the setting of this dream, never mind the details.

The first dream I remember, I was going to get this tattoo or something. I had already gotten plenty of prison tattoos (with a needle and ink) and this was my first official one. I asked if the prison tattoos would ever fade away, and this big buff guy said no, and I was pretty mad.

At one part, I was outside this school with Anthony. I think it was supposed to be Ben Franklin School, but it was a lot bigger. Anthony and I were chatting, and we were waiting for his mom to come pick us up. We were getting really hungry, so we had to eat these worms that we got from the basement of my old house. In that basement, there were sewer canals and it was very spacious. Inside the worms, when you bit into them, there were dollars, but you could only spend them on Tums. We could see the store across the street from where we were. We were sitting on the curb outside of the school. Then, there was one really vague part where we had to drink water, and I also wrote down "nervous acting" and "Verizon". I also have "Spongebob" and "maints". I know maints is supposed to be a made-up word, or someone mispronounced something in the dream.

Next, I was in my room of my current house (it was a little bigger), and I was with Sean, Anthony, and these two girls. The girls were named Ngoc (pronounced "knock") and Kim. In real life, I know this girl named Ngoc Kim, but in my dream it was her and this girl who was supposed to be her sister. Anyway, we were all sitting on my bed, although I don't know how we all fit, and we were playing video games. My TV was on the opposite side of my dresser. Also, before they came over, I was getting dressed because I just got out of the shower. As I was getting stuff together they all walked into my room without knocking. For some reason, this wasn't embarrassing, and I had all my clothes on. I was just surprised that they were here so early. I wrote down in my dream journal "Emily door." I don't know if the Emily is my dog or my neighbor, but either way I don't remember what it means.

Then, I was in my backyard, and there were a lot of people over. There was a long table with a turntable and lots of food by the horse shoe pits. There was also a very large tree in the middle of the yard. The people were there for the performance I had to put on, but the show had to be at the top of the tree. So we rigged up these ropes and pulleys all over the tree, and when the time was right, we yanked the band up to the top, and they played their music. The first band to go on was Grizzly Bear, and they played "Two Weeks". I don't remember what the second band was. This dream led into this one where there was snow all over our backyard, and Sean and I had to do yard work. The tree was still in the middle of the yard. There was this candy inside the house, and we kept going inside to get candy, and then going back out to work. There was only Swedish Fish left or something, and we weren't allowed to have that, so we had to eat this really sour candy.

Notes Non-Lucid Lucid

Wow, it's been a few days. I blame my unstable sleep schedule recently. Last night, I sort of fixed it, considering I had 2 dreams. But, for some reason, I can't remember the second one. Even though it was more recent. Anyways:

Dream starts out and I'm in a place. It somewhat reminds me of a hair parlor. Anyways, there is some woman in front of me. She's holding some kind of tool. She asks me if a wanted some kind of fiery tattoo thing. I say, "How does this work?" She doesn't tell me and still persists that I just get the tattoo. Well, she continues to pester me and I wake up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was some kind of temple, which almost looked like an indoor sports arena. There seemed to be a huge crowd of people all around, with pale, cold, white spotlights on the center of the arena.

There was an altar, which was like a stone cube jutting up from the floor. The altar was burning hot and blackened with heat and smoke. A person was chained on the altar. The person's legs were chained from above, so that the legs were lifted a couple of inches above the rest of the body. The arms were possibly chained to the side of the person's body. The person may also have had some kind of blackened blanket over the torso and upper legs.

The person being burnt on the altar wasn't just being burnt as part of some religious ritual. The person knew or did something against some powerful people. So the person was being ritually murdered. I may also have thought that something I had done had angered the powerful people. So when they sacrificed the person, it was to punish me. And the person who got sacrificed would know this as well as I did.

I saw a few white pieces or paper or white screens with black writing on them. The black writing was broken up by occasional words printed in orange lettering. The highlighted words were probably one recurrent word. The recurrent word seemed really important to me. (So of course I've forgotten it now.)

I saw the altar again. This time I got a good glimpse of the person chained on the altar. He looked like a black-Hispanic man with lightish brown skin. He was kind of muscular. He had "tribal"-style tattoos on his shoulders and arms and, maybe, his chest. He seemed to be writhing in pain. Parts of his body were already blackened by being on the altar -- from either the heat or the smoke.

I followed the priest from the altar to some other spot on the stage. The priest may have been a man very much like the man being sacrificed. He may also have been a wizard-like figure, with a long beard and dressed in a long, black or brown robe with a huge hood.

I looked to the altar again. There was now an Asian woman on the altar. She was naked, except for the blanket over her. Her uncharred skin was pale. But she was mostly charred or smoke-blackened. She seemed to be in a great deal of pain. She was sweating a lot and writhing around a lot, trying to get out of the heavy chains.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

An old version of Judy Garland and an older man were in a hotel room. The hotel room was lit a little dimly, and the light had a slightly orange tinge to it. Garland sat in a nice, big chair, and the old man sat in a similar chair about a meter and a half away.

The old man was apparently interviewing Garland. I kept seeing Garland's face in close up, as if my view were the camera's view. Garland had her hair done in pigtails, kind of like she had it as Dorothy in Wizard of Oz, but a little scraggly and awry. Garland's face was skinny and kind of wrinkled. But overall she carried herself with a lot of dignity.

Garland started saying that she needed or that she wanted to do a couple of things. The old man interrupted the interview either to get something for Garland or to let her do whatever she needed to do.

It struck me that the old man acted kind of effeminate, but also kind of classy. He was obviously Garland's friend, but her kind of acted like her servant as well. He might have taken the task of being Garland's friend a little too seriously.

Dream #2

Some kind of documentary. There were a lot of shots at night of groups of decent-looking, transvestites. They were all kind of skinny and dressed in evening wear. Some even wore tiaras. They were all kind of acting rowdy, like rebels or like punks.

The documentary explained that these transvestites had joined together into a rock band as part of some plan to invade the rock world. They got into some big rock event, possibly a punk rock event, that had been full of kind of conventional acts, and they caused some sort of a scene.

But apparently, over time, the transvestite rock band got really famous. There were scenes, all night scenes, again, of girls chasing the rock band's cars around.

There was one particular guy in the group that was very popular. But he was also really depressive. There was one scene of him, probably in a dressing room, when he was all done up like a woman. He looked nice enough, but he was just so terribly depressed that it was messing up his act.

In another scene, the guy was out in a car at night, in the backseat with another person, being driven along some huge driveway in front of a large building like a mansion or a museum or a state building. The guy was only halfway done up like a girl. His hair was only halfway set in some kind of 80s style, so it looked like he'd just woken up. His face had make-up on, but his face still looked, not just masculine, but completely exhausted.

As he was being driven away, there was a pack of girls chasing the car, trying to get into the car. The guy just kept screaming, "Leave me alone! Can't you leave me alone?"

At some point there was a really aggressive girl who kept pounding on the window. It seemed less like she was infatuated with the guy and more like she actually wanted to hurt him, or at least intimidate him, let him know she hated him.

Dream #3

I was in some busy part of town, with a lot of people on the sidewalk. A lot of the stores seemed to be open to the street, like booths, but they were the size of regular small shops.

I walked past one shop which was a tattoo parlor. There were two guys or two girls who looked kind of like guys working there. They wore black jeans and black t-shirts, and their arms were covered in tattoos.

I thought out what I would tell my friend H, who loves tattoos. I would tell her, "See? There's a tattoo shop with pretty interesting people right here. And you never even looked for it. You were too afraid. But look! It's even right next to the Japanese restaurant you like to go to!"

I passed the Japanese restaurant that H and I have gone to a couple times.

Lucid Thrift Store

I'm in some kind of thrift store, which is a regular living room but with a rack of clothes. I see Heather's new clothes she bought for her birthday the other day (in real life) on top of the rack.

She wouldn't donate those, I think. I am instantly lucid. The dream is difficult to connect with for whatever reason. I rub my hands together for stability but realize I have mittens on. I remove them and try again.

I sit on the floor for a moment, thinking of what I want to do in a dream. I try to recall my goals.

An eastern women is at a cash register and is doing a little dance. It is very simple but she acts very proud, as if it took her months to perfect it. She looks over to me and offers me acid after she's done.

I close my eyes and she places a tab of acid on my tongue (I "know" this happened, but didn't actually feel it occur.) Suddenly my body is knocked from a sitting position to my head on the floor. I lose lucidity.

The dream spins into a different room, a different scene:


Dylan Returns

I am in my ex-beloved's living room (not a replica of real life at all). It has very nice hardwood floors which I admire. We are hanging out, catching up. He offers to bring me to the ATM with him or something.

We are in his car. I ask if he has his license and he responds that he doesn't. He goes through the ATM and we drive somewhere else.

We are now on a beach. He is tattooing Bart Simpson onto my foot. I look at my foot a lot and think of how sketchy the lines are and if I'll regret this.

I have a discussion with someone else on the beach of how stupid water shoes are.

Dream - Lucid - AP

My tattoo's colors looked strange and faded. I decided to go get it touched up. My brother and I went to the tattoo parlor where I originally got my tat. We walked into one of the rooms. My brother was going to touch it up for me. We wanted to get it done as quickly as possible so they didn't find out that one of their tattoo artists wasn't doing it.

I laid on the table, and told my brother to put on some latex gloves. He got them out of the box and put them on. He then implanted these tiny seeds into my body that would bloom into the colors of my tattoo to touch it up. I told him that's what Josh, the guy who originally did my tattoo did.

We went to the counter to pay. The girl asked what Josh did. I told her it was a touch-up. She asked to see my tattoo, and I told her it was on my back. I turned around anyway, and she looked down the back of my shirt. I saw the tattoo somehow; it looked like a temporary tattoo. The colors hadn't taken yet. I was worried that she'd notice, but she didn't say anything about it. My brother paid for it. The girl took the money and took the tip out of my brother's change, maybe $5 or $6, and put it in the tip jar. My brother and I left. On the way out, we saw Josh, the tattoo artist, working in a room on a tattoo on a girl's back.

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I was in my house. I had 2 small daughters--they were about toddler age. They were Ryan's children. The older one had very short red hair and freckles, and was very fussy. The younger one had longer brown hair, and was calm and content. She looked older than the redhead even though she wasn't.

I remember playing with the younger one in the downstairs bathroom. I was asking her if she wanted to play with all these toys. I kept pulling them out of these drawers of a toy-holding cabinet thing against the wall. They were my brother's old toys. She asked me a question about the moon. I answered. She then asked me if the moon was big because everyone in Africa could see it the same way. It was kind of a question, but more of a statement or observation. I thought for a second, and agreed with her. I thought about how intelligent she was. I thought she may already be smarter than me.

Then, I left the bathroom to get the red-headed daughter from upstairs. There was a boy's baseball team practicing up there. They were wearing white and blue uniforms. It looked like they were outside, but they were inside. Weirdness. The red-headed daughter was up there with them. A fat guy, resembling the guy from my "Dreaming of Not Sleeping" dream, was holding her. He was yelling and cussing for some reason. I got really pissed off that he used that language while holding my daughter. I took her from him and started screaming and cussing at him. He was screaming back, but I kept screaming over him and interrupting him. He got the team together and they left.

I then remember seeing my friend Grace in the house, and telling her what happened. I then realized how ironic the situation had been.

I took the red-headed daughter into the downstairs bathroom to play with the younger one. I remember the older one crying, and me picking her up, which stopped the crying. I then forgot their names, or at least the red head's name. How embarassing. I was talking to someone about the redhead, and kept referring to her as "her" because I couldn't remember her name.

The redhead then turned into my cat, Belle. She ran off with a toilet brush in her mouth. I took it from her. I hoped she wouldn't get poisoned.

I kept thinking about how smart the younger one was. I remember bragging about her to someone.

I also remember the living room being decorated for Christmas, with the tree and everything. I hoped the baseball team wouldn't come back.

Dream Graduation

It’s the first day of my senior year. Most of the student body is sitting on a giant multi-tier bench system that isn’t quite bleachers. It’s in the middle of a giant intersection downtown. All of us are seated by popularity, with the most popular at the bottom with no one in front of us so we can see the “show” that’s going to happen. I happen to be in the very front row (though I was never that popular). From where the benches are, we can see upper main street which trails off and turns a corner. It’s sloped quite a bit more than usual.

The “show” starts. All of the “really really cool” fashionably dressed kids come out and use main street like a runway. The first is this big black guy who was never dressed nicely at all, but he was wearing some classy clothes (classy in dream terms: truthfully it was quite wacky). A few more people trickle out of some building passed the curve of the street. None are girls!

As the fashion students strut around downtown, the whole world turns, or at least the benches we are on. If one starts walking down the street instead of up, all of us lean toward that end of the street. I am so scared that I’m going to fall off the bench which would be really embarrassing. Whenever the benches turn, I grab onto the girl next to me: a girl I know in waking life, Hilary. Behind me, my ex-boyfriend Dylan is sitting. In my dream, they are dating, so it’s awkward that I’m holding onto his new girlfriend pretty tightly.

Once the show is over, all the fashionably dressed popular students are allowed to look around main street alone; we are all here to visit the new shops on the first day of school. I realize that we will be able to join them row by row and I’m in the first row. I panic because that means all the still-sitting students will watch what I look at. My row is dismissed.

I walk around kind of hazily and embarrassed for a few minutes, waiting to see someone I know on the street and for the rest of the rows to come join us. Eventually they do but I can’t find anyone I know. I decide to spend my time as I should: looking at the new places.

The first place I see is a new tattoo shop right next to our older one. It’s called Astral Tattoos and it isn’t an actual store, it’s a pink and green painted wooden booth. They’re selling body modification, tattoos and henna tattoos. I don’t pay attention to what else or what specifically the tattoos are, but I imagine they’d be interesting.

I find my brother Holden (who doesn’t go to my school) and follow him around until we are all brought into the big building at the end of the street. It’s the high school (not where it usually is, it also looks very different).

Inside, we are all wearing our caps and gowns now. Everyone’s color is maroon; it’s our school colors (not in waking life). I follow a few students who are in front of me, because we are arranged alphabetically. Steven and Jamal are before me and Adam is in back of me, although all of them have last names that are in back of where I would have been. I’m really nervous and walk into the bathroom for a moment, look at myself and walk back out. We are led into the auditorium of the school which is absolutely huge and decorated with maroon everything.

I sit down in my row with Steven next to me. Jamal isn’t here so there’s an empty seat. As the students are being shuffled in, I question where I am.

“Is this a dream?” I look around but make up a history to make sense of where I am: yes, the graduation memory that comes to mind is actually when I graduated junior year. Now it’s senior year, so this is real life. Wasted dream check.

Behind me, Martin who is a junior but is sitting with the seniors is handing out camera kits for us to use. I go to grab one but realize that I don’t talk to him a lot and that would be weird and he’d want someone he knows to have them.

While I sit and wait for the ceremony to start, I look at a pamphlet that I have in my hands. It has a bunch of activities we were supposed to do while downtown. They include things like woodworking, pottery, volleyball, etc. I didn’t sign up for anything. I wake up.


Fragment

Heather invites me to her house. It’s a huge place and her room is the size of a usual upstairs area in a normal sized house. We go passed her room which is quite barren. We seem to be in the attic. In back of her room she has a big stage that’s halfway on the house, halfway on the roof with wide glass windows containing a backstage area. She begins to dance with life-sized puppets as her back up dancers. The music plays and she steps into the darkness about half-way on the stage, the dancers follow, and everyone glows in the dark.


Fragment 2

I remember eating a lot of maple sugar through a straw out of this tiny dollhouse. I drained it of maple sugar and felt sick. I could see all the sugar particles in my thigh which was where I would gain the weight if I didn't start running. The radio started to play and a commercial was discussing weight gain.

"Usually when people eat fatty foods, they will gain weight. However, some people have a large amount of bridges in their body which distributes the fat evenly, so they don't gain any weight." I knew I had a lot of "bridges" in my body and didn't worry.

Note: During the day, MoSh said there was something wrong with Asuka, and he had a bad feeling she might die if something wasn't done as soon as possible. So the primary goal for the night was to heal whatever was wrong with Asuka, and that was my intent as I used my light / sound machine and slipped into a WILD…

I am in MoSh's inner world, which is right where I want to be to complete my primary goal for the night. I look around and see I am in the same place I am usually when I enter MoSh's inner world at the beginning of a dream. I don't figure now is the time to stand there looking around, so I go to the door and knock on it. MoSh doesn't answer the door, instead it's Data, and he lets me in right away, telling me that MoSh and Asuka are both upstairs in the bedroom. He says he has work to do on the shield. Before I can ask him what is wrong with the shield, he turns and leaves the room, heading down into the basement. I figure there is less importance on what Data is doing with the shield than there is on making sure Asuka is ok, so I head upstairs to meet up with MoSh and Asuka.

I find MoSh and Asuka in a bedroom, Asuka is in bed, apparently sleeping. Shawna is also there beside Asuka, and she looks quite upset, she is focusing on Asuka very intently, so much so that she doesn't even notice me enter. MoSh sees me enter and says he is glad I am there. He gets Shawna's attention by touching her on the shoulder, then points at me and says she should give me a chance to help Asuka. Shawna seems like she might cry, she says Asuka is really sick, but she can't quite get to the core of it, something that is causing the sickness keeps moving. MoSh tells her that he and I will make sure Asuka is ok, she should go rest, she has been putting too much energy into this. Reluctantly, Shawna finally leaves the room. Once the girl is gone I see MoSh doesn't look as optimistic as he had tried to look for Shawna, he says Asuka seems to be getting worse. He says it started a couple nights ago, but he had done a healing spell on her and she had seemed fine. But now it is getting worse again… and this time his healing spell wasn't working. He says he wants to take her to the healing glen, but he had wanted to wait until I got there so I could help with healing her. I tell MoSh that the healing glen would be a good place to do the healing, so let's go ahead and go there. MoSh picks up Asuka in his arms, she barely stirs, and is wet with sweat, she looks like she might be running a fever. I open a portal to the healing glen and MoSh follows me through it.

MoSh and I exit the portal into the healing glen, into the green grass area outside the Crystal Golem's cave, and I see the Crystal Golem is there as if he expects us. He says he sees we have a sick friend, and he is here to help in whatever way he can to heal her. MoSh lies her down in the soft grass, she stirs slightly again, but she does not wake up. I take a closer look at Asuka, and I see on some of her exposed skin that it looks like she has a tattoo… To get a better idea of what it is, I remove the rest of her clothes to find the tattoo is all over her entire body. The tattoo is black, and looks like a vine of some kind, with thorns on it. I sense dark energy from the tattoo, so I think that is very likely the source of the problem, or at least a symptom. The vines wrapped around her were emanating unstable dark energy. Scans done by my penticon computer show the vines aren't just around her, they are also growing through her body, she is pretty badly infected… it would take some work to get that shit out of her.

To get that strange shit out of Asuka, I start by focusing on drawing the dark energy out of those strange vine tattoos, pulling it into myself. The tattoos respond by coming to life, actually tightening around Asuka… the thorns somehow dig into her enough to draw small amounts of blood… Asuka barely stirs, though, it's not even enough to wake her. I get the idea it's more of a threat than to do any actual harm. So I change the method I use. Instead of just drawing dark energy out, I also focus on stabilizing it… and the tattoo vines loosen. The black tattoos also start fading, they aren't as dark… and soon they fade completely and are gone from sight. I wonder if that got rid of the entire problem, now that the strange vines are no longer visible. She doesn't look injured, the places where she had been bleeding are only tiny pricks, any bleeding has already stopped without me having to use any physical healing.

As I draw the rest of the dark energy out of Asuka, she sits up and yawns, stretching big, then she seems to realize she's naked and moves to cover herself. I immediately summon a kimono onto Asuka, it is the easiest thing to picture since that is often how I picture her, and she doesn't seem to be picky about what she is wearing at the time. MoSh is asking Asuka if she is ok, asking her how she feels, she says she just feels exhausted. While she is talking to MoSh I have my penticon computer scan Asuka for any remaining traces of dark energy. The computer reports that there is a tiny speck of dark energy still inside of Asuka, but the amount of energy in that speck is relatively insignificant. The computer reports that the level of dark energy in that speck is no higher than the ambient dark energy in almost every location in this plane, lower than many places. I am suspicious of that speck the computer reported, just like with a spark of an inner flame, all it takes is a tiny amount of unstable energy to grow into a serious problem. I tell MoSh that she seems ok for now, but I will want to take another look at her later, she needs to be watched to make sure whatever was making her sick doesn't come back. We don't want her having a relapse, after all. The Crystal Golem says he will keep an eye on her for a while to be sure it doesn't come back, then MoSh can take her home, as long as there will be someone there to watch over her. MoSh thanks me for helping, gives me a big hug, then he hugs Asuka close to him, muttering something about no one should dare harm Asuka.

8/16/10

I had a dream I was by a running track.. like ones that athletes use. I saw a famous athlete by the name of Ochocinco ( must have incorporated him in my dream after watching his show last night ). He was doing stretches along with some other people who were exercising and training.
I found myself trying to impress him so I attempted to do some back and front flips.. what was funny I don't know how to do those flips in real life and in my dream I knew I was not able too.. but I told myself I am going to do it...
So there I was walking pass ochocino.. he saw me looking at him and I bit my lip in a flirtatious way he was very tall..lol
So I walk pass and he glances at me smiling but continues on with his training as well as calling someone else over to him. I go on the opposite side of the fence and start doing stretches.. and I try to flip...
..what was funny is I found myself padding the pavement like a running dog.. but I was so determined to control my dream to flip.. I failed several times because it appeared as if I was on all fours hopping forward.. I was scared to flip.. but I told myself " I can do this!.." I run forward and ocho is passing by .. he pauses and I run forward and flip multiple times!!... lmao!! yes I did it and I felt the rush of happiness come over me.. it was not so much of ocho watching me but actually doing the flips!! ha!... he tells his friend.. oh you like that?..
Scene switches to a train station and ocho is there with his friend.. I was standing with them talking and flirting a bit.. but here is where something weird happen... I was talking to him.. but find myself not the girl talking to him.. weird.. it appears I switch roles and I am a different girl... hmmm..weird.
I had a huge tattoo on my right side.. went from my stomach to my thigh and I was showing it off ..
Scene switches and I get on this roller coaster ride.. it is dark out and I get right in it.
When it begins I notice the track the cart was on was a bit old and unstable.. the tracks were going very high and I barely was able to breathe when it would drop down.. the cart would slam onto some tree branches and I had to cover my face with my arms to prevent getting hurt by them..
..I got off the ride and told others to be careful .. that the ride was old and someone could get hurt.. people thanked me and didn't bother getting on...
Scene switches and I am on the phone with a friend who called me to go to the club with him... I couldnt remember most of the conversation but I remember looking at a huge lake and my house was on the other side of it.. I was wondering how I would get across... I saw this old train track and I figured I can skill across it and get home.. I get on this track and once again wondering why the hell I decided to get on it in the first place.. it is shaking underneath me waving with each step and I couldn't go backwards because I was just to far out on the track. There is movement under the water.. light grey creatures barely breaking the surface and I got nervous again.. I began to talk on the phone as a guide to take my mind off this journey.. even inquired about another friend who in real life I lost touch with..
..I finally get home and prepare for this party... my dad is in the living room asking me where I was going.. it was night time

That is all I could remember for I was awaken..

Confusing, multiple versions of the same dream again but managed a lucid. False awakening too. Enjoy. Oh and I took Choline + Galantamine a few hours after first falling asleep.

Cold Feet (non-lucid)

I enter my house and take off my shoes. I ball up my socks and place them inside. Wait, it is no longer my house. We moved out. I go up upstairs and see a scantily clad women cleaning the bathroom. I can't let her see me. I sneak into my room and see clothes stacked on the bed a floor. The closet and drawers are cleaned out. Posters overturned on the bed. I sneak back downstairs, grab my shoes, and head out back. Leaving the socks. It is snowing.

I walk down the alley and there is this garage without a door. I go inside and there is a black leather sofa and some people through tinted glass. A girl rides by on a bike and I follow her. I pas a woman that says something about pregnancy and veins. The garage opens up to this sort of backstage area like I am going to a concert. End.

Cold Feet: The Lucid (dild)

I am lucid in my house. I don't remember how or why. I am upstairs and again there is a woman in the bathroom. I forget all about my goals and decide to kill her. I go into a bedroom and into a drawer. “There will be knife in here.” I think. I open the drawer and dig beneath the clothes to find a knife. It is weird. It is a Swiss thing with drill bits and cooking tools and all kinds of things I don't need. Fine, I'll just strangle her. “That should help stabilize anyways.” I think. I go inside but she is gone. I feel a cold breeze from the open window.

I leave the bathroom and search for the women. I go into the attic bedroom but it is empty. I look in the mirror and see I've got this crazy dragon tattoo on my bicep (none irl). I examine it, taking the dream rather slowly.



I go downstairs and into my living room. I phase through the window (something I've gotten good at, I'll do it again.) I am on my porch.

It is still snowing. Snow covers the ground. Bro and a co-worker shovel snow. I then see my neighbors' house...

and through the window covered with Christmas decorations I see my neighbor and his daughter sitting down to eat a nice, peaceful meal. “Jill” I yell. Nothing happens. I phase through, crash through their window and onto the table. I jump down and try to Force Push/TK him away. He smiles and says “I bet you just need to play Whiplash.” and smiles again. I have just enough time to think of the song before waking up.

Whiplash by Metallica

Notes: Yesterday I had multiple versions of the shark dream. Tonight, I had multiple versions of Cold Feet. At one point, in one dream, the scantily clad women cleaning the bathroom was my mother. Yikes. And I was on a cell phone or something. Confusing. After the lucid there was an FA. I was sitting on my porch watching the snow. I went inside any my family was there talking about dogs.

Frags:

I found some work equipment in the trunk of a car, there was something about the Nintendo 3DS, and the police were there.