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[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the nights of December 24-27, 2011. Adult content warning for the one from December 25-26.]

Night of December 24-25

I'm at church, with my choir, accompanying our performance of “What Child is This?” on my clarinet. My clarinet keeps misfiring; some of the notes here and there refuse to play. I'm embarrassed. [This was definitely an anxiety dream. Exactly that actually happened during our choir rehearsal on Thursday, December 22, and I was afraid it was going to happen during the performance, which was the morning after I had this dream, on Christmas Day. Thankfully, it didn't happen; my clarinet worked fine.]

Night of December 25-26

I'm at this place that's kind of like a spa. It's a place for people to rest, relax, and renew. I'm in an outdoor area of this place, and it's a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I'm lying around on the ground, wearing only panties, along with several other women who are doing exactly the same. Other people are walking around the grounds, and the thought crosses my mind: Maybe I should go and put on some slightly more modest panties.

All of a sudden, I'm being molested by a group of two or three men. I manage to fight them off and struggle out of their grasp. All the while, I'm shouting at them, forcefully telling them to stop, and that I don't like or appreciate what they're doing. I end my tirade by telling another man, who's just sitting on the ground watching the proceedings, that he's a despicable jerk, too [or something to that effect; I don't remember my exact words here]. I tell him this because I know that he's being paid to be there as a witness to the scene that just unfolded. I also know that the molesters were also hired to do what they did. The men who hired them are also in the scene, standing around, watching it all happen. I know exactly what they're doing: They're lawyers, and they have a racket going on where they hire people to rape beautiful girls in establishments like the one I'm at, and then get the girls to sue those establishments for a lot of money, of which they get a percentage because they act as the girls' representation.

Night of December 26-27

I'm at work, but I'm participating in a dramatization of the work we do at my workplace for TV. The part of my boss [who I've mentioned in this DJ before] is being played by Tim Allen. I reflect that this was a strange casting choice, since he doesn't look at all like my boss, nor does he act much like him.

I'm watching a movie about a big, tall castle, a white one that looks like it came straight out of a fairy tale. I'm immersed in the movie, and I'm flying in circles around the top of the castle's high, central tower. There is a song playing on the movie soundtrack that I find kind of annoying, so I want to change the channel on the movie. Awww, man, the remote's all the way down there, I think to myself when I look down at the ground and see the TV remote control lying there. Then I think, Maybe I can get it by telekinesis. Wait a second. If I'm thinking about getting the remote by telekinesis, and flying around, I must be dreaming.

I stretch out my hand toward the remote control and concentrate on it, trying to use the force of my will to pull it into my hand. It doesn't work. Then, my mind calls up the primary example in my schema for what pulling an object into your hand with your mind looks like: the wampa cave scene from The Empire Strikes Back [starting at 2:20]. I think, It's kind of like the object is attached to a bungee cord that snaps it back into your hand. I try again, keeping that analogy in mind and focusing on it. This time, it works. The remote control flies up into my hand, just as if it were attached to a bungee cord.

At this point, I abruptly realize that during the time I've been concentrating on drawing the remote control into my hand, I haven't been concentrating on flying, so I've been gradually descending without noticing it. I'm now only a yard or two above the ground. I quickly correct for this and start climbing again. As I do so, I think, “And hurry! We're losing altitude fast!” And yes, “altitude” is the correct term in this instance, because this is a planet I'm flying over, not a moon. Even if it is just a dream planet. [This is a reference to the original version of the “Star Tours” ride from the Disney theme parks.] The remote control has transformed into a deodorant stick, which I use on myself. [? I don't even know.]

I woke up very pleased with myself, knowing that I could finally cross “Move an object with my mind” off my master list of lucid goals!

Telekinesis not working

Becoming bored while lucid and deciding to go flying. Phase through living room door.

Walking down forest scene but not in control of legs.

FA where I realize that every time I wake up and get out of bed immediately is a FA.

??.11.2011

Dragon (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see it: the cause of the rampant destruction, taking place just down the block. A green dragon, female, on a tyrade, clearly looking for someone, I can’t help think that someone is me.

Figures. I think, making my retreat into a nearby flat, flying up to the second story, fire-breathing giant right on my tail. Unfortunately, I quickly find I’m not as safe as I’d like to be when the dragon bursts its head through the wall.

I don’t want to deal with this right now, I realize suddenly as the dragon exclaims her joy in finding me. I walk up to her, reminding myself this is a dream, and walk out the door to the roof-top balcony. Hopping down, it’s clear the dragon isn’t going to leave me alone simply because I’m not interested in fighting. A burst of flames hits me hard, but fails to phase me.

Fine. I’ve got some stuff I wanted to try anyways.

I pull a katana from my side and throw it to the ground in front of me. Another, and another, I pull from the air beside me. Tossing them around me. Raising my hands, I direct my TK at the lot of them, but. . . I’m meeting some resistance. Inexplicably, I can only manage exerting control over one, so I figure I’ll just go with it.

With a thought, I fling the blade at the dragon, whirling it through the air, toward her heart. It strikes a glancing blow before flying off to the side, making a shallow cut, minor damage it seems. I bring it back around for another strike, but the dragon is producing weapons of her own, hurling them at me in much the same way, but with a much straighter path. I’ve only got a moment to react, but although the energy behind the attacks is palpable I manage to fully deflect them without much effort.

After some more back and forth, she tells me she’s impressed.

By what? I can’t help wondering, I haven’t even done anything yet.
Deciding I’ve had entirely enough of this unnecessary fight, I take to the air, slowly approaching the dragon. Deciding to finish this, I activate my Geass forcing an imprint of my will onto hers; my wishes would become her wishes, my will, her will. For a moment I feel it work, but again, I experience that same resistance as before. She puffs a bit of agitated smoke at me.

Dammit.

Not skipping a beat, I land some quick, devastating blows, get her in a lock, mess up her neck, and drop her to the ground. She doesn’t get up immediately, so I figure things are done and begin moving back into the city.

That’s when she starts to get up again. . .

______________


I’m on a Torchwood investigation, leading a three person team to the site of the most recent rift activity.

It’s the flat from before.

One of the women on the team, my partner, goes to investigate the scene of the fight from earlier. On the roof-top balcony, I show the rookie how to break in the Torchwood way, using a specialized lock picking device to get us through the door and into the room in question, where we’d find exactly what we were looking for.

11/30/2011
I was hanging out with John and A. We left our backpacks on the ground by the car, and we left the girl/princess in the car. We climb up this stair thing. At the top we're joking and talking. Then we realize someone might steal our stuff. We rush back down. Our backpacks are still there, with most of our stuff still in them (mine had stuff in different places than I left it), but the princess is gone. We are worried that she will be raped.

I try to make a potion to find the princess. I mix nerds (the candy), chocolate, and maybe something else in water. I got the chocolate from A, because I only have a whopper, which hasn't got a lot of chocolate in it. A gave me two mint-covered chocolate balls. I put one of each in the mix and stir, waiting for it to dissolve. It's taking its time. I split one of the chocolate candies in half so it'll melt faster. I don't think it's working quite right. I show it to the potions master and ask him about it. He says the chocolate I used wasn't pure enough. He helps me get something working.

I'm at the place the princess was taken. I pretend to be her... owner? to get into where she is. I know the real 'owner' will come along soon, though. I tell the princess to make me a sandwich. I put mustard on it myself. When the real guy comes along, I'm prepared. He's dressed in red, and his hair and beard are dark. We exchange a few words, then I throw the sandwich at him. It explodes, due the explosive runes I wrote on it with the mustard. I know I'm dreaming, so I can use interesting powers. I turn into a dragon (sort of) and bite his head off.

I'm back to my normal self. For some reason, I'm sticking to the wall in a corner, sort of spider-man style and closer to the ceiling than the floor. I think I tried to turn myself into the wall, to hide, when I was scared of that guy, but I ended up sticking to the wall instead.

Some guys (three of them) walk through a door, into this room. I think they are dungeons & dragons nerds. There are polyhedral dice on the floor. I use telekinesis to make the dice come to my hand, one at a time, throwing them at the skinny blond guy as I get them. One time, instead of using telekinesis, I moved my hand into a position so that it looked like I was holding the far away die because of an optical illusion, and then willed the die to be close rather than far.

I tell the blond guy that I am dreaming. I tell him that he is dreaming, too, but that's about when I wake up, so I don't get to see how he reacts.

11/11/2011
Dream Fragment One
I was with Todd, and we were going to a theme park. While there, we met up with MJ, who I wasn't expecting to show up. We all hung out, and were going to the different attractions. Todd was trying to organize everything, and make routes for us to walk around park, to experience as much of the park as we could in the time that we had. MJ is terrified of rollercoasters, and I kept messing with her about it, pestering her to no end, to get her onto a coaster. She was so scared though. Lol. It was priceless. Dunno if I ever got her on one, though.

Dream Fragment Two
I was in a war against Islamic extremists. I really don't remember much about the war at all, though. At some point, I was walking with someone on my side, and we were having a conversation about the whole 72 virgins thing and martyrdom. Later (in the only real moment of combat that I remember), I was raining down fire from the sky, with some kind of remote trigger, and dropping heavy ordinance on a dock area filled with enemy combatants.

11/12/2011
Dream Fragment
(Lost a lucid dream. ) All I remember is that there was a massive firefight going on, and I became lucid. As usual, I walked around like a beast, just daring people to attack me. They kept shooting and I just kept deflecting their bullets and throwing them off course, telekinetically - walking toward them and calmly waving my hands in front of me, which pushed the bullets away in gentle arcs, as if the bullets and I were made of magnets with similar polarity.

11/15/2011
Dream Fragment
More horrible recall. Everything was in chaos, and nearly an entire town had been killed. I was in (another) firefight, involving myself, some villain and the police. Apparently, I was on the cops' side, and we were trying to take this guy in. I had him at gunpoint, just as the cops began to converge. I saw the man look at the approaching police and then down at the shotgun that he had thrown down at my command. I looked at him looking at the gun, and thought to myself "oh, man, don't do it..." and of course, he did. He swiped up the gun - as if by instinct - aimed it at the police and they opened fire, blowing him away. Later, I saw an elephant rampage through the destroyed city and saw one man being dragged headfirst through the hard earth, by the elephant's trunk, like a sharp stick through beach sand. The animal dragged him around in a circle, and then reared back, slinging its head up and launching the man through the air, a few dozen yards into the distance.

Don't really remember more than that.

11.11.2011

Enter: The Messenger (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's someone outside, roving the grounds of the ancient place of worship. Meeting them in a field, patchy grass, yellow and green, I demand to know them.

“Oh, just a god,” he says, nonchalantly.

Oh, how rich, I think as I laugh a long maniacal laugh, the likes of which chills even my bones.

“A god, you say?” I can't help smirking.

“Yes, god of messages. Zeus' personal messenger, as it would so happen to be.”

“Ha. Right,” I say, lifting off the ground, preparing for what I believe will be an easy fight. “You won't mind proving it to me, then.”

He smiles as he draws a blade of energy from his side. I match his with my own, switching to my Energy Sword with a press of a button.

SKWISH!

We clash.

SKWISH!

And again.

No one is gaining ground, so I toss my blade aside and draw out a Katana from it's place at my side. His sword transforms into a rapier, much to his surprise. And much to my surprise, he's more than adept with it, skewering my stomach in due haste, my Katana unable to even scratch him.

FWI---

I try to start up a volley of teleportation assisted attacks, but. . . I can't. All I see after each attempt, instead of a vulnerable back, is his smiling figure, all too ready for me.

Screw it. I toss my sword aside.

“Bankai!”

My energy surfaces and bursts from my body in a blue flaming jet. He's still smiling. The bastard.

Even as I twist and contort his body, tearing into his throat, he grins, unaffected.

And in a moment, I'm distracted. There's some monsters nearby that need taking care of. . .
______________

You shouldn't do that. I hear him in my head.

Screw you.

With a wave of my hand I release all the lock, the controls, sending this bus of a plane down a long and bumpy road, crashing it, stranding the passengers.

That's it. I'm done with this. I'm going to kill him.

Making my way to the main compartment, I'm bombarded with insults and complaints from the passengers. I ignore them the best I can, searching for that damned messenger, who was here moments before.

The insults continue, so I shut up everyone in the room with a wave, zip, and press of my fingers, binding their mouths shut with a few well placed Ats. Except for one girl who somehow remains free from my control.

I'm gonna get it, she tells me. I'm gonna be in for a world of trouble when that messenger from Hades gets back, she insists.

“What? What do you mean, Hades?”

But she won't answer my inquiry as she continues to shout at me.

“SHUT UP!”

She won't.

My alarm wakes me.

After several weeks of trying, my MILD finally took effect last night!

1) I was among a large crowd of people in some building with rather unusual architecture; very complicated pathways and such. Suddenly, a huge creature somewhat like a dragon swooped down from the sky and began attacking. And this thing was huge--it dwarfed the building which held around 300 people. At first I was just plain running away from it, but suddenly something clicked in my brain. "You know this is a dream." I thought, as if my waking self was speaking to my dream self. "This is a dream?" I looked around me at all the chaos. "Ohhhh, right! This is a dream! This. Is. A. Dream. THIS IS A DREAM!" I repeated that phrase until it sank in fully and I was happily able to say "I am lucid!" Then, rather than run away, I marched around a corner and up a few steps so I was standing on the roof of the building, practically staring the behemoth in the face. It roared like thunder at me and looked like it was going to charge or something, but I flew up into the air, used telekinesis to grab hold of the creature before it could do any damage, then I crumpled it up, breaking every bone I could in the process, before completely obliterating it into nothingness. Unfortunately though, with the really strange part of the dream gone, as soon as I landed I lost lucidity due to my surroundings being pretty normal again.

Dream Signs: being somewhere without remembering getting there, dream-like environments, highly unusual events

Glad to see I still have a grip on dream control...to be honest I was somewhat afraid I would have lost that after so long with not lucid dreaming, but it's still there!

I don't remember where the previous dream ended, and this one started, but it was pretty disturbing. The parts that are worth talking about is playing contra, but we did something to the nintendo that made the graphics arcade quality. I also said something about dreaming, but I'm not sure if I was totally aware.

I don't remember what happens between that and the next part but....

I'm lucid, and I don't remember RCing or anything so it's safe to assume it was a MILD. I remember walking down this long hall, and getting into an argument with these women. It almost seemed like I was at a nurses station in a hospital because of the floors. I remember flying off upright like magneto, and entering another area that was full of people. The flight felt so weird this time it felt like something else was holding me in the air, instead of that "my own power" type feeling.

So I'm in this room, and I started playing around with the objects in there, making them float, and fly. I remember picking up this shoe and throwing it, and I stopped it just before it hit the ground, and made it return in my hands. Then some random DC walks by and grabs me by the balls! He was saying something to the other DCs about how I wasn't so powerful after all, and he walked off.

After that I lost all focus and I couldn't do anything. I went to a table that had a chess board to work on my skills. I moved individual pieces around one by one until I was able to get them off the ground. Then I flattened all the pieces, and turned them into a pile of quarters. I stepped back some, and lifted all the quarters about a foot off the table, and put them back on it. Then I tried lift the table, and was successful on the second attempt. From what i was learning, it seemed like I was "focusing in too hard" for what I was trying to accomplish, and that's why it wasn't happening.

After that, some DC came up to me, and decided it was plan B time, but it got weird. We found a quiet spot, and by the time we started going at it, she sort of turned fried chicken bones. WTF.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Another week that left me physically exhausted. Last weekend I didn't get lucid and since my encounter with that dark haired evil man I hadn't had any. I wanted to have a lucid naturally without any supplements before trying out my new 5-HTP and L-Theanine, and this morning I had one. Was a bit fuzzy and hard to stabilize but it was something alright. Also in all my dreams I was in another country, weird.

23.00: Sleep

08.00: Dream and frag
*I'm in Amsterdam with a few of my friends. We're at a coffee shop and I go up to the counter. I buy some weed in tiny bags, I also get some weird receipts which I throw away instantly. After hanging out at the cafe for a while, I hear something. "You need to register the weed, or you'll be in trouble" someone tells another guy. I realise that must have been what the receipt was for. 'Oh shit...' I get up and head upstairs to a table. I had left a few bags of weed there before.

"Hey, have you got my weed?" I ask the two people at the table. "Yeah, but a police officer just came by and was looking for you" the guy tells me and hands me three plastic bags. I take them and head downstairs again. I really need that receipt! I start typing out my story on a computer and turn it around for the girl behind the counter to read. She has no clue what it says. I look at the screen and it has changed. 'Wtf?' I tell her what's going on instead.

"Why didn't you save the receipts?" she asks me frustrated. Another Swedish guy shows up and I tell her all about how Swedes usually pretend to understand when infact they don't, only to not feel stupid or embarrassed. The Swedish guy tells her it's true.

*I'm in Italy or some similar country. I'm with a whole bunch of people and we're in a restaurant waiting for our food. It takes forever to get it. 'Better be worth the wait' When the food finally arrives, it's mashed potatoes with fish sticks... "Uhm, okay" I say and take a bite. The mashed potatoes taste very good. 'Last meal I'm having in this country is going to be so expensive.'

11.00: You stole my apple, I'm going to run you over! MILD
It's only three days left until I'm going home from this country. I feel like the week's passed by way too quickly. I enter a big container and starts cleaning it out. It looks just like the one from work and for some reason I feel like I will be awarded something great if I manage to get the floor completely clean. If the things in it is only on shelves. There's alot of plastic containers with oil in them. I find a paper advertising working on a whale oil ship. "It's great pay!" it says.

I find my black shirt hanging on the wall and take it down. 'Gotta get this back to the house.' I get out of the container and hear something to my left. It's a guy on a motorbike doing doughnuts in the snow. I walk down the road to the right and walk up to he first house that comes up. My family's living in there. I look down at my clothes before going in, I've got some expensive, stylish white pants on. I enter the house and leave the shirt in there. My sister's in the bathroom and I don't feel like staying so I leave again.

I head back towards the container which is now a house. I enter it and grab a small axe by the door. I listen if anyone's upstairs, I hear a small creak but nothing more. I figure it's empty and head out and lock the door again.

My brothers Martin and Morgan shows up when I realise I'm dreaming. "Hey" Martin says. I smile and put the axe away. 'What to do? God damnit, what were my tasks? Martin walks past me out on the lawn and stops by an apple tree. A single small apple is hanging from a branch. He grabs it and it grows in size for some reason. 'Oh right! Telekinesis.' I flick my hand and the apple zooms out of his hand and into mine. I break off a piece and chew it down while letting the rest of it circle around him, teasing him.

I realise the dream is not very vivid and starts stabilizing it. I touch a wooden stake next to me while singing. "Lalalala." I continue to touch things as Martin gets in a car. "You raise meeee uuuuuup!" I yell. "So I can staaaaaand on mountaaaaaains!" 'Singing to stabilize is great.' I try to walk forwards to check out his car, but after ten seconds or so I realise I haven't gone anywhere at all. It's just like I'm in a game that is lagging badly. I decide not to fight it and turn around instead.

Morgan is waiting for me with the dirtbike. I get on and take off. I grab him with telekinesis and make him speed along right next to me on the snow. We go down the street and I realise it's the same street our old house is on. "Let's switch places" I tell Morgan after a while. I keep the bike stable and jump off onto the snow, skating on it. Morgan takes my place and speeds up. I grab the back of the bike and look behind me. I can see a helmet in the distance.

"Martin's coming after us" I tell Morgan. A few seconds later a car appears, it's a F1 car. "Go up that hill to the right, no wait. Stop the bike" I tell Morgan and he does. I get off and stand still in the middle of the street.



He approaches me at an incredibly slow speed. He must be drunk or something because he drives past me and up onto the hill, getting stuck in the mud. I reach out with my hand and lift the car up into the air. I slam it into a house that's nearby. It sounds just like as if you were pounding on a hood. I slam it weakly into the house ten times or so, no damage is done to either the car or the house.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

10/13/11

DILD

Recall: somewhat poor

Notes: This broke a long dry spell.

There was a woman and a girl around my age stuck in this elevator shaft. It had stone walls that were constantly trickling with water. I got there after the two people and they were terrified. I knew off the bat that this was a dream. I tried to calm them down and say that it was not real. I start touching the wall and the water runs over my hand. It feel so real. I am telling the woman how amazing it is that none of this is real. I tell them how to maintain the dream by focusing on the tactile sensations and even licking random things. I lick the wall and it tastes like nothing. I practice some telekinesis and stop the water from flowing into the chamber.

I think she falls and I grab her up. As I do this, I look over to the other girl. She has fallen into a hole in the floor and is sinking into a flooded compartment. It was really dark and looked like an infinite shaft. I use telekinesis to bring her back to the surface and I jump and grab her when she is close. It is probably time that we leave the shaft. There is a large step up into a corridor. I lead them out.

We are now in a nice mansion. Somehow me and the woman are naked. I start humping her. I wasn't actually having sex, just kind of screwing around. And I thought it had been awhile since she had any lovin' anyway. I do the same to the other girl for a bit and then stop.

I tried to remember the TOTM. After thinking for awhile I remembered it was holloween related. I thought maybe it was to fight a bunch of ghouls. I turn to the other room and expect some ghouls to be there. At the front door, there is a group of like 20 people walking toward me menacingly. I hold my hand up and yell, "STOP!" I reach up with my other hand to the sky. I command a meteor to strike and outside of the window (not where my hand is) I see a red fireball. Suddenly there is an explosion as a meteor strikes from where I called it. It vaporizes all but 2 of them. One was a guy and the other was a girl. The dude runs off and I grab the girl. I wanted to make sure they never came back. And nothing says that message like some good ol' sodomy. So I did that for awhile and then remembered the real basic TOTM (trick or treating). I stop and was about to head outside when I lost the dream.

10/1/11

DILD

Recall: poor (it was a few days ago)

Notes: I was sleeping in a hotel

I was driving my car and struggling mightily. I was wasted and could barely control myself, let alone the car. I was nowhere close to staying in a lane. And sure enough, I look back and a cop is pulling me over. I think that there is no way I am going to get out of this. At that moment I realized that it was a dream. Thank God. It started to fade and I was okay with that because I was having a bad time anyway. After a few seconds I realized that I wanted to stay in the dream so I focused on the sensations I felt driving my car. I felt my bed under me and I lost my vision, but I was visualizing and imagining the tactile sensations. I wanted to get back into the same dream so I could go and fight the cop.

After a few moments I was back in the dream with my car stopped. I got out and walked over to the cop car. I wanted to beat the crap out of him. I look in the window and he was a....her. And she was pretty hot. She was short and thin with dark red hair. I went to plan B and started making out with her. Things got hot and heavy for awhile and I think I moved on to involve other girls too.

After awhile I noticed that some cops were after some black guy. I decided to join the hunt. He ran to the front of a large apartment building and flew up. I tried to fly up, but I was too close to the wall and when I got close I lost speed and had to grab a ledge. It ended up being a 40 ft. super jump. I quickly climbed to the top of the building and resumed the chase. He turns and tries to fight me. I decide to instead use my telekinesis to suspend him in the air, helpless. He ran at me and I lifted him up. His momentum caused him to drift in the air towards me. I take a step back and I am holding him still about 3 ft. in the air. He squirms and tries to fight his way out, but it doesn't help. I am bringing him back to the police when I wake up.

09/26/2011
Dream One:
"Lucid Juggernaut"

The very first thing I remember is sitting on a couch, during the day, with a few friends. Without warning, a thunderous banging noise came at the front door. Someone apparently had a battering ram and was trying to bust into the house, while we were inside. Immediately, we all scrambled, taking up our guns and preparing for a firefight. However, with the loud banging becoming more intense, some of us were able to see just how many people were out there...and how many guns they had. We were not about to stick around and be slaughtered, so we all bolted out the back door, scrambling through the neighborhood and catching faint glimpses of hundreds of these heavily-armed thugs, raiding all of the houses in the neighborhood. We were being fleshed out, and our territories were being seized by this faction.

Before we were able to make it out of the neighborhood, we were cornered by a patch of these thugs. I don't believe we had our guns anymore, and they ended up robbing us for everything we had in our pockets. We could do nothing but stand there and fume over how we were being humiliated by these goons, and how helpless we were. After cracking a few jokes, they sent us on our way. However, after a few short steps, I finally realized how crazy this situation was. I figured out that I was dreaming, and I couldn't be more ready for revenge.

I turned around, mid-pace, and began walking back toward the thugs, whom had just robbed us. I didn't care how I did it, (or that it really didn't matter, because this was just a dream), but I was about to get our damn stuff back! Lol. They all watched me as I approached, waving my hands back in my direction, and yelling at the armed men to bring it on. Accepting the invitation, they all started firing at me, simultaneously. At first, I began to let the bullets just slam into me, while I continued walking toward them. I had to clentch my fists and brace forward, because they bullets were actually a bit painful, but I tried to just push the sensation out of my mind, while I stalked twoard the men. When it finally became too uncomfortable, I took to catching most of the bullets in my hands, which also stung, but was still effective. However, the men just continued firing, and even with a good level of lucidity, it was beginning to get a little overwhelming. I was still having a good time, though, watching them sh!t bricks when they saw how they couldn't really stop me with all that firepower.

An idea came to mind. Focusing my intention to use a little telekinesis, I brought my hands in front of me, fingers curled toward on another, as if I were palming a basketball. With the men continuing to fire away at me, I drew all of my attention to the empty space between my hands, and 'willed' all of the bullets to be drawn to this void. The bullets immediately ceased hitting me, and I could literally see them being collected, in this empty space between my hands, as if there were a powerful, invisible magnet floating there. (I had gotten the idea from the Mech Suit scene, in the movie District 9, where the Mech used some sort of technology to catch the bullets in mid air, and collect them into one, floating spot.) Then, once I had a good mass of bullet heads collected in this space, the men finally stopped shooting. They stared at the hovering bullets with awe, and were obviously loss for words. Smiling, I quickly flung my hands out in the direction of the gunmen, launching the spent bullets out of the space between my palms, like buckshot from a gun (which is also what the Mech did, with the bullet tips, in the movie). It was just awesome, and I'm surprised it worked, so effortlessly. The first wave of thugs dropped like stones, and more moved in from around the neighborhood. I basically ripped through them all, using their own weapons against them, but eventually losing lucidity. I was able to keep the control for a bit, but the bullets began to take their toll on me, and I could feel myself dying. Still trying to fight through the sensation of having my energy drained from me, I eventually had to succumb. I ended up dying in the street, seeing myself in the third person as a female friend from my group clutched me and cried.

(There was a strange transition here, that might have been a completely different dream, where some girl, that might have been the same one, was going down on me in a public place. I remember being lucid here, for a moment, but still a little embarassed that people were watching us and walking right by us, even though I knew they were DC's.)

The dream then transitioned again (or there is just a lot I am missing), and I was now in some scenario where I believe I was a police offer. I had lost my lucidity again (but, again, I don't feel like it was a separate dream). My female companion from earlier was still with me, and she was acting as my 'partner'. We were in some similar situation to what had happened back in the neighborhood, in that we'd set up some kind of presence in this huge, multi-level office building, but were run out of it by this larger faction. This time it was more of a shadow organization with lots of money, modern security, and lots more firepower than even the thugs from earlier.

Having failed our first confrontation with these new gunmen, I remember us walking back out toward the parking lot, pissed off at having not been able to bring the group down. Once again, just on the verge of retreat, I realized I was dreaming once again. My disappointment instantly turned to mischeivous glee. Without saying another word, I reached into an open trunk and grabbed a handgun and immediately began to storm my way back into the tall office building, and up the stairs, toward where my squad had just been forced out of. I don't remember much of the battle, but it went pretty much like my rampage through the neighborhood, with guys emptying clips into me, and me just refusing to go down. I remember a specific corridor, where I tried shooting my gun, but it was just like a BB gun, and not doing any damage. Annoyed with this, I walked toward the nearest shooter - allowing his bullets to rip into me, on the way - and proceeded to try to pistol whip him and the guy next to him. Unfortunately, I got that 'sluggish' effect, and was not able to get any power behind my swings. The more intense the fighting got, the more I could feel my lucidity slipping in and out. I remained lucid enough to remember that I had died, during the last rampage, and I became anxious about whether or not this would happen to me again, now. I was able to survive this time, though, keeping myself calm instead of allowing the energy-draining sensation to creep back into me. Once I was done having my fun, I walked back down to the rest of my team, completely unharmed, but still riddled with bullet holes and bleeding from every inch of my body.

(There was another transition after this, which might have been a different dream, but I don't really feel like it was. It didn't really tie in with the theme from the previous, though, so I will just label it as a separate fragment, even though I'm admittedly not sure whether it was a seperate fragment, or just a continuation of the dream.)

Dream Fragment Two

I was with JH, and we were leaving my house (which was actually the house where the ex and I used to live, years ago). My mom had just come home (though she didn't actually live in that house with us, in waking life), and I had to break away to speak to her for a moment. All I can remember about talking to her was catching her on the front porch, and seeing that she was wearing a very nice, red dress, and really long hair.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE FALSE AWAKENING

Good morning! Got myself a whole lot of needed sleep last night. Had a lucid early on but can't recall much of it. Got another lucid and a long dream after that. My girlfriend's mother visited us and stayed for the night and I was worried about having a nightly adventure, but ofcourse I did! Aswell as a false awakening. Everything at once!

23.00: Sleep

23.30: Nightly Adventure
*I wake up. I can see someone climbing up Monica's computer shelf. It's her mom. That thing is definitely not made for someone to be climbing on it. "No, no, no! Careful!" I say out loud. She keeps climbing upwards towards the curtains. After a while she starts to fade and I can only see shadows.

Night: Fragment DILD
*I can't recall what I did before, but I'm outside and the landscape all around me is amazing. It has the feel of an epic world, with dark green colours. I spot some floating islands in the sky and I just have to get there. I jump off the ground and fly faster than I've flown before. I approach the islands when suddenly a black curtain is drawn before my eyes. It's like my vision is split in half, a few seconds later everything is black.

07.00: Stealing stuff and ruining people's day DILD
I'm with my brother Martin. We're walking around in a huge building on a resort of some sorts. We arrive at a desk and I spot a big bowl with red plastic bands in it. The manager is checking out something on the wall. Martin grabs a handful of bands and runs off, all of them seems to be connected and comes rushing out the bowl.

I run after him and we laugh. He's fast though and I can't really keep up. After a few doors I can't see him anywhere. I spot a black kitchen door and burst through it. Cooks give me curious looks as I dart past them. I head through three more doors before I exit the kitchen and arrive at the big main hall at the top of a big flight of stairs.

I realise I'm dreaming. Why not go with the flow? I jump down the stairs and land at the bottom. I need to find Martin again. "Martin!" I yell out loud. "I'm over here" siomeone says. I walk towards the direction of the voice and end up at a big rack of skii's and some canoes. "Where are you?" I ask. "Down here" Martin says. I look for someone in a red shirt, but can't see anyone. I figure he's under a canoe. I check out the wall and it's now full of fishing gear.

I ask him about different fishing rods and lines for a while before I decide to go explore a bit more. I go through a big door and end up out on deck. Apparently we're on a big cruise ship. There must be atleast a dozen of people out on deck and the boat is just making a big right turn. I grab the boat under me with both my hands using telekinesis and jerk it to the left. It works great and the boat makes a sharp left turn. People all around me fall to the ground or just nearly. I laugh a bit.

"I did that" I tell them and make the boat move a bit more. They all breathe out after getting an explanation. "I am practicly God" I say jokingly. To my surprise they all start to chant. "You are God, you are God, you are God!" I feel like doing another trick and hold out both my hands and try to make a flame appear by straining them and spreading my fingers. After a few tries I give up, I only manage to make them warmer. Hmm, perhaps flying will suffice. I make a few jumps and strain myself to take off, but nothing!

God damnit! I jump off the railing of the boat and land on the surface of the water. I'm sure it'll be easier to fly off from here. I start to levitate. I guess that'll have to do. I hold out my hand towards the boat and turn it. The boat flips upside down and I leave it there sinking when the dream starts to fade.

I wake up in my bed. Monica and her mom is also waking up and I bring out my pen and paper to write down the dream. I only have time to write what time it is before they start talking to me and themselves. I can't just tell them to shut up, so I listen to them for a while.

10.15: RC cars and a LAN party
I'm with my brother at a race track. My dad is inside the small shop and I can see him through the glass. He asks me if I want to go racing with the adults. I ask my brother the same question and he nods excitedly. "Yeah let's do it" I tell my dad. I have a RC car with me that I start playing with. It's really fast and I make it do wheelies all over the place. Another car shows up and we make them make a weird little dance around eachother. The cars starts to lose parts and soon there's only a leg of some sorts left.

I start walking down the track with my brother when a few real cars comes racing past us. We almost gets hit.

The dream skips. I'm now at a LAN party and trying to play some games. My brother and I can't seem to connect and it's laggy as hell. They're playing some awesome FPS game that looks like Battlefield, but they really suck.

10.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Kinda fun to start off the month with 2 lucids. Even remembered to produce some flames, but I don't seem to be able to without a lighter yet. Flying still destabilizes the dream and I'm still awesome at telekinesis.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

9/25/11

DILD

Recall: decent

Notes: This was a long dream, but my recall has slumped a bit recently.

It all started back in Oak Park. I was wandering around with two friends at nighttime, and we approached my middle school. There was a lot of action going on around; police were everywhere. We found out that people suspected a shooting was about to take place. We decided to go in and stop it. My two friends were wearing bullet-proof vests, but I didn't have one. They were some bounty hunter type people. People around think I am crazy for walking in there unarmed and unprotected.

So we split up and look for anything suspicious. I wander the halls for awhile, while occasionally peaking into classrooms and checking out students. After like 10 min of this, I end up on the 4th floor. There is a skinny white kid looking very sketchy; he even had a trench coat for Gods sake. He saw me and the other cops around and was still acting funny. I thought that he wasn't the shooter because he was being so blatantly obvious about hiding something.

My 2 friends show back up and want to head out. I say I'll leave too, but I just want to see how this kid turns out. I still didn't believe he had anything, but I would be a bad cop if I let this sketchy dude go unchecked. I look back and he is getting in someone's face and pulls out a silver gun. I do a double take and pounce into action. I grab his hand with the gun and point it in the air. I fire a few rounds into the ceiling trying to empty the clip. We continue wresting and the gun gets pointed at me. Luckily he wasn't able to pull the trigger before I fought it off. By the way, there is a crowd around us watching; none of those assholes tried to help. He falls on the ground and I am wrestling on top of him. I can get the gun pointed at the back of his head. I pause for a second to think if I should shoot. I don't have faith that I'll get a good chance to take the gun, plus he almost killed me earlier. So I pull the trigger--a spray of blood and its all over.

I stand up a hero. But it doesn't feel right. Instantly I know its a dream. I do the nose RC and I'm dreaming. DAMN IT. I was a hero, I saved the day, and it wasn't even real. (This is one of the few times that I was pissed to find out I was dreaming.)

So I leave the building and get into the back of a car. Someone starts to drive me somewhere. I decide to try and shrink myself. I look at the seat of the car and suddenly it is a giant leather wall. I was about an inch tall. The car stops and the door opens. I go outside and it a long stretch of road in the middle of nowhere (still at night). I want to try and fly. I am so small that the wind should be able to take me. I feel a gust and suddenly I am off. I am flying super fast about a foot above the ground (but I am an inch tall so a foot isn't THAT close).

I land and return to full size. I want to fly again so I look to the starry sky. I try to take off, but nothing happens. I stare up for a few more seconds and look back down. I am hovering at like 3 ft. and then fall back down. I repeat this a few times, and then give up, frustrated.

The dream skips. It is daytime back in Oak Park. I find a car and start racing down the streets. After awhile of gunning it through downtown I get out and look for something else. I use telekinesis to throw the car straight into the air--it never comes back down. I do the same with a street sign.

I start looking for some girls. I find a hot one on the street and start going at it for a bit. Something happens and I have to stop early. Two guys come up and each want to be next. I scoff at them and walk away. Then across the street, in front of the Frank Lloyd Wright Temple is Heather! Finally! So I get up and start fooling around. She has huge boobs and I start (*eye muffs) titty...loving her. It works better than ever before because of their size. I switch positions and eventually I lose her somehow.

Well if I was able to inadvertently summon an old crush, then why not try another? I try to find Mallory. I end up going into a house and asking someone if they knew where her room was. They showed my a room with 4 beds. I dig through a bunch of dressers so I can try and find which bed is hers. Eventually I lose the dream before finding her.

09/03/2011
Dream Fragment
I don't remember very much of this dream at all. I was being held at gunpoint, by a group of women. We were in some old treasure room, with ancient maps on the walls, and all kinds of trinkets on the table. I remember that I had knowledge of a key which opened a secret compartment of this room. While the girls were trying to find the way to get to the next section of their scavenger hunt, I discretely checked any nooks and crannies for something that might have held the key.

Later, I remember being on rooftops, in the city. For some reason, I (and a few others) were having to glide between these rooftops with parachutes; essentially 'hopping' from rooftop to rooftop. I can't remember what for, though.



09/05/2011
"From Supernatural to Superheroes"

(I really wish I remembered more of this one.)

I was with one of my exes, in a hotel. There was a lot of normal stuff that went on in the beginning of this dream, but I don't remember very much of it. Soon, though, we were getting attacked by werewolves. I remember then charging into the various hallways and rooms of the hotel, and then anyone who was mauled (but not killed), would become one of them. I also had a dog. Something like a lab, I believe. It stuck with me, throughout the dream, but one of the werewolves ended up getting it's hands on the animal. I remember the werewolf's face as it sneered at me and bit into my dog, ever so slowly, glaring at me. It was actually taunting me, slowly sinking a single fang into the dog - just enough to where it was sending the message to me that my dog would be turned into one of them.

Later, I was back up in the hotel, and the werewolves were no longer in the picture. Instead, a giant robot had torn the roof of the hotel off, and was attacking us all from above. The robot was huge, and resembled a Sentinel, from Marvel Comics. My mom was in the scene now, and she was trying her best to hide from the metal giant that was tearing our room apart; ripping through the concrete foundation as if the building were made of tightly compact dirt. Finally, I realized that I was dreaming. Even though I knew she was a DC, I couldn't stand to see my mom so horrified. I threw my hands up above us and creating a green dome of energy, which acted as a force field. The giant made a couple of attempts to attack, but could not get passed the barrier. During this stand-off, I had somehow gotten word that the Avengers (or various Marvel superheroes) had arrived, to help fight the metal colossus. I heard one of them talking about how Spider-Man was inside the robot, tearing it apart from within. I thought this sounded like an awesome idea.

I moved to the massive hole in the wall, still on some high level of the hotel. Not quite caring whether or not there was something to anchor myself to, I flicked my hand out like Spider-Man and visualized the web leaving my arm. It worked without effort, and I swung across the gap between myself and the robot, and drove my feet into its chest - smashing my way into the belly of the beast. Inside, the first thing that came to mind was Spider-Man's 'Maximum Spider' hyper combo. (I had been watching Marvel vs. Capcom 3 vids all day. Lol.) Mimicking the movement, I shot myself all around the inside of the robot, tearing through wires and parts, bouncing around within its center, like a BB in a tin can. Once confident I had done enough damage, I jumped down into the street, where a bunch of people were standing around in the hotel parking lot, watching the mayhem. I went over to talk to some girl, when a car suddenly came speeding through the parking lot, skidding around corners and almost hitting all of us. I noticed that the man had a toddler in the backseat, and this instinctively pissed me off. (Just the other day, I saw a guy blow through a stop sign with a toddler in his car, after peeling out of the liquor store parking lot.) Using telekinesis, I slammed a downward force onto the hood of his car from a distance, trying to stop it, but only causing it to bounce. I did it again, more forcefully, the car bouncing even more violently, seeming as if it were about to shake apart. Throwing my fist down toward the ground again, I gave one more forceful TK command. This time, I guess it was more intense than even I had intended. Not only did the car's front end smash down into the concrete, but the entire car burst into flames, as if I had purposefully lit it on fire with pyrokinesis.

The last thing I remember is having a distinct sense of 'oops', before waking up.