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I believe the 25th was during spring break.

First thing I remember is going to dinner with my mom. Not a lot of recall there, other than the fact that the place we ate was close to the place where the dream took me next. After dinner, I went to a huge rock concert with my two friends who were kind of like Bill and Ted looking for their big break. There was the ticket booth guy who was cool. I think he was the orange-haired fella who works at Cam's. His overseer was a bitch who seemed to be based on Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter. She's like the perfect antagonist for my Bill-and-Ted buddies. The concert was being given by some famous rock star with long blond hair. The concert hall was HUGE vertically, like the seat rows went up really fast like a Broadway theater, but even steeper and higher. I also brought my girlfriend to the concert and I remember us buying tickets. During the concert the curtain closest to the ceiling caught fire and an evacuation was called for. The band fled so Bill and Ted ran up on stage to take over, seeing as how there was now an empty stage and still a number of fans that could watch them make their debut. I joined them, helping some little Asian dude play drums with bass drum mallets. The fire concern is apparently gone, and people stay to watch. Bill and Ted become famous and the overseer bitch is defeated. Hooray!

I am part of this experimental theater production that takes place in the banquet hall of a crappy family steakhouse. There is a small stage area in the front of the room and the chairs are all arranged facing the stage like some kind of improvised theatrical space. We are sitting around waiting for something to happen while the general manager of the restaurant paces around the front of the room looking nervous. A girl with short hair and wearing a flannel shirt walks in the room holding a guitar and the manager is excited and says that this is Macey and she is going to run our class, that she is an improv teacher. Macey smiles sheepishly at us and says that she just had band practice and doesn't feel up to teaching today. All of us in the class start stompin our feet and clapping our hands begging her to stay and teach us but she just waves and leaves.

Later my friend Marshall is directing us in a play. He has a giant theater with thousands of seats. The stage is littered with very expensive moving lights and a ratty old gray fabric couch. There is about seven of us on stage and we are all wearing very casual t-shirts and shorts or bluejeans. Everything is painted black. Marshall is directing us on the blocking of a big musical number. He has each person sing or talk a little bit then move over to where they are going to stand on the stage. He gestures to the couch and tells me that it's the most important part of the piece.

He whispers to me that now is when I do my part so I walk over to the center of the stage and all the lights come on. There is a very loud sound like an electrically charged sonic boom and I start to speak. I talk but I don't know what I'm saying and I wave my arms back and fourth. When I am finished the auditoriom, which is suddenly full of people, bursts into giant applause. I look over in the wings to Marshall and he gives me the signal to keep going. Don't stop. The stage goes dark except for one spotlight on the ratty gray couch.

Looking for food

I was on a cruise ship and was with my parents. My whole side of the Cowles family was also there. My parents were complaining about some of the people with us. I didn't like this so I left them to go exploring. I wanted to find my cousin so I could chill with him. I entered an indoor lobby area which was surrounded by hotel rooms. I saw a kid who looked like Mikel Thomas.He was with his parents and looked a little different than he does in real life. I got excited and ran over to him tapping him on the shoulder. I realized it wasn't him and apologized.

I then ran down stairs and passed a bunch of kids going upstairs. I was now looking for the cafeteria. I instead found a theater where there was loud rap music playing. It was really dark except for the screen that was showing a cartoon movie. There was a little icon in the corner of the screen that was just letters. I then went upstairs and looked at a map. It showed that all the restaurants were upstairs so I started to head that way.

February 3, 2011
Lucid Dream 175: Warranted Revenge
Series: Star Power, Episode 1
around 6:30pm
WILD



I had a few uninteresting normal dreams last night. I decided to attempt a WILD during a nap and this is what happened...

I began to feel the body buzz and soon SP fully set in. There were flashes of a beach and ice cream and some other random stuff I can no longer remember. A dream scene started to slowly come into focus. It was blurry, but I could see a man hovering over me. A narrator began to speak as the man started raining hay-makers, rocking my head against the ground in the process. Narrator, "Everyone has those moments...where they feel like all is lost...like their down and out...your life flashes before your eyes and you think about all the choices you have made to this point...wondering where you went wrong...many accept defeat...killing themselves from the inside out...me...I do things differently..." The dream had seemed to have stabilized.

Since I was absolutely getting my ass kicked the entire time the narrator was speaking, I thought it would be silly to just stand up like nothing was wrong. I slowly rolled up to one knee and the guy (who appeared to be a gang member) kicked me in the face, knocking me flat one my back. I spit out a mouth full of blood and rolled over to my side. I spotted a good size shard of glass laying on the ground next to me. I stealthily snatched it and began to laugh at my attacker. He up beside me, hovered over my face and said, "What the f*** is so funny b*tch? You haven't had enough?" I immediately spit in his face and sank the glass shard into the back of his foot. I then ripped it through his achilles tendon, causing him to topple over in agony. I scrambled to my feet and scanned the area. I pulled a nearby road sign out of the concrete and beat the guys head to mush. I took his gun and began performing some stabilization techniques. Everything seemed very clear and vivid. My friend Ryano came running up to me and asked if I was ok. I told him that the guy had pistol whipped me before I could get any information from him. Ryano looked at the dead guy and muttered, "Damn!" I then took off down the street and soon the dream scene changed.

I was in a building with white walls that were lined with a zebra-like black stripe pattern. I came upon a section of the building that had many mirrors set up. I heard someone approaching, so I ducked down behind a structure and located the person using the mirrors. It was Ryano. He was talking on a radio to someone. Ryano, "Russell couldn't get the job done...No, he is dead...I don't know, his brains are splattered along the f***ing sidewalk...Don't worry I handle it myself..." Somewhere around here I lost lucidity. I snuck around behind Ryano and put a gun to the back of his head. I whispered in his ear, "Traitors burn in hell." I then pulled the trigger before he could get a word out. He dropped dead, face first. There wasn't any actual gunfire, noise, or a wound, but he was dead. I grabbed his pistol and took off running toward the front of the building. 5 well dressed agents closed in on my position and we engaged in an intense gunfight. Again, no actually shots were fired, but people dropped whenever I hit them. After taking care of the agents I hauled ass toward the front of the building. I suddenly fell fast first, because I had been shot in the back of the leg. As I hit the ground, I turned a shot the agent who had popped me. I scrambled to my feet and began limp/running to the front of the building where I heard, "Aaaannnndddd CUT!" There was a film crew and the front and we all had been acting out a movie the entire time. The director spoke for a few moments, but I don't remember what it was about.

The next thing I remember, I am at a very fancy movie theater. I'm with Cort who was wearing a white dress, white gloves, a diamond necklace, and a diamond tiara. She looked absolutely stunning. I was wearing a suit. We were watching a movie scene that contained myself, Denzel Washington, and Ian Mckellen. We were in a office that looked like it belonged to a very wealthy man. Mckellen was sitting behind a desk, me and Denzel were standing in front of the desk. My character was watching the door and Denzel began to speak. (I don't remember all of the dialogue, but here is some of it)...Denzel looked pissed as he spoke, "Did you really think you could just ship me off and the past would never catch up to you?" Mckellen replied, "It was to protect you. We..." Denzel interrupted with an angered voice, "Protect me from what? You weren't protecting me. You were protecting yourself!" Mckellen was now raising his voice. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, "We raised you like you were our own. Gave you everything you could ever want! Loved you like any parent would!" Denzel smiled and replied, "What about Teressa...Jermaine...little Michael? You left them to die. Never even mentioned they were my family." Mckellen sighed and calmly said, "It couldn't be helped." Denzel then pulled his gun and pointed it at Mckellen's face. Mckellen gave a faint smile and spoke, "Are you going to shoot your own father?" "You aren't my father." replied Denzel as he pulled the trigger. Mckellen fell face down onto the desk. My character spoke, "We need to go...NOW!" There were some action scenes next with some gunfights and whatnot. The movie abruptly stopped during the action scenes.

Some people in the theater began screaming and pointing at the ceiling. There was a massive crack in the roof and it was slowly growing. We exited the theater immediately, and I met up with Chris R, Sardaddy, and Just H. We took a smoke break and talked about the movie (which was the premier of my first big supporting role). The movie was called "Warranted Revenge." I awoke during the conversation.

Series Details
"I thought I told ya...I'm a STAR...you see that ice...you see them cars...." In the dream series, "Star Power," I take on some of the most glorified positions in the world. Living the life of the rich & the famous. A movie star, nfl star, rock star...you never know what I will be next,so stay tuned for more entries to the series!

Umm...somehow the other DJ entry was posted automatically...so...this is the same one, just FINISHED
Attempted MILD, unsuccessful

I dream that I was in a movie theater watching,"Tron:Legacy." It didn't look like Tron but it felt like it was, I don't know who I was sitting next to but I whispered to the person next to me,"Just wait, it will get better!"
Thats when i woke up.

The weird thing is, the screen was white with black walls, and this motorcycle was just dodging them, no dialogue, no color...

But it felt like it was the beginning of the movie,"Tron:Legacy."

By the way, i saw the movie and it was cool

My friend MandM and I are sitting in the tube that is just going outside from the underground. I look out from the window and see a highway running along the train line. Suddenly, the train slows down significantly. We look outside of the window, to see what is happening as I have the feeling that always when the train slows down like this, it is because of some accident. Outside we see parts of another tube train. It's all torn apart. I see many people picking up all those parts. We are chattering about it. It raises anxiety feelings in me.

Guys (MandM) and Pia decided to go to see some performance.
The theatre is somewhere far. I tell them that I will get the tickets. I take baking trays (!!!) which i think we need for it. I filled the washing basin with water and put the trays into it. (:-D) Pia's tray is all messed up and greasy! I get a little bit angry as the water for washing gets all messed up. Because of this we are running late. As soon as I am finished, I run to buy those tickets. Now I am in a camp, with loads of tents and stools. I know where to go. I come to one of them, where I see some notice boards with writing on it. The writing is saying "if you buy the tickets within 34 minutes, you are still going to make it" (this is very strange, as usually numbers and writing in dreams are impossible to read!). I got the tickets. These are also train tickets to get to the place where the theater is.
The train station is right next to the camp. It is a massive final station. I can see many super fast trains there. I look at the tickets to see what platform we are going from. I see that the performance is called "Questions" (reading again). I remember trying to find the best date and time for us to go. With the girl who sold me the tickets we agreed on Friday the fifth. We run to get our train. It is Easy Jet train as I can see the colors and logos on it. However, as we get close to the train, the door shuts and the train departures very fast. I see us standing there at the station, feeling confused and surprised as the train was not supposed to leave yet. I realized that we could get there by some other train that goes the same way. I run to a group of the people who clearly work at the station. I'm telling them that I am not happy with the service as we still had 34 minutes. Firstly, I argue with a nice young girl, but she doesn't know what to do. So now, quite a big buy with ginger hair comes to deal with it. He tries to sneak out of the situation. Finally, as I lose my patience, I ask him if we can use the ticket in another train, because they are useless.

Then we all are at some arena or stadium to watch UFC fight. Even though we are sitting pretty close we cannot see much. The fighters are fighting like girls and even of it I am not able to see much. I feel disappointed.

DELETED

I was a senator, or congressman, like Tom Hanks in that movie about the middle east. There was a woman who talked to me. I had a meeting on a plane. Also there were cookies there.

I woke up from the dream. I remembered to lay in bed and run the dream through my head backwards. I remembered every detail. I was very proud. After I made sure I had it fixed in my head. I wrote it down in my notebook. I peed and then went back to sleep.

I really woke up. Still had to pee. Said WTF to myself. Looked in my dream journal..... Nothing. F@#K. Although as I was being pissed off about this fact, another dream just sort of floated up into my consciousness:

I had just finished watching a play with my girlfriend. I don't remember the play, perhaps there wasn't one. We went up on the stage to help clean up. There was a sort of shack built in the middle and we went inside. Inside it was large and very bright, even though it should have been dark. There was a very deep shaft with a ladder and lots of pipes and such. I went down the ladder a ways, but it was a very very tight fit. My girlfriend came to the top of the shaft and said "look what I found!" It was an arm sized bit of handrail made out of a brassy coppery metal. It looked nothing like part of a handrail, but that's what we knew it was. It was shaped vaguely like a J with two tails, and tapered ends. We thought it was the best discovery ever. Since I couldn't fit to get to the bottom of the ladder, she asked if I thought I could throw the junk we were cleaning up down to the bottom, where she would take care of it. I threw a piece down, and it bounced off of a few pipes and the wall, so I was concerned that I would have a hard time being accurate with the throwing, and she wouldn't be able to catch the stuff.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:00 GMT – Sleep

Nothing...

4:00 GMT

School play
On some house with some girls. We are being prepared by hairdressers and dressed up for some photo shoot. One lady tells me to sit on a chair and that a hairdresser will spray my hair, nothing too elaborate. But when I sit she asks me something totally absurd, like to take my hair off and I reply that it won’t come off as it is attached to my head. She looks upset and leaves. Then another colleague takes over but this one wants to dye my hair. She is preparing some dye and I feel really worried, because she is a total disaster, she mixes all the wrong dosages, spills on the floor, I mean, she would burn my hair with that disastrous concoction. One of the girls on some other chair is Vera and she looks at me also worried. For some moment we think this is maybe for Candid Camera or something like it and she gets up and looks for cameras behind the mirror and so on.
I also get up and am on my way to some other room. First I pick up some tiny plaque with a number on it and stick it to some board on the wall.
Then I meet a group of girls – one that I recognise from school, called Liliana and they are sharing food. Once again I have to say I’m vegetarian and they look shocked and tell me the usual crap that I will be undernourished. I tell them, I’m vegetarian for 10 years, do you think I look undernourished? And I pose with my fantastic body  They shut up and I say “There’s your answer”.
Then I finally realise we’re all being prepared for some kind of show, like a school play. Families of the youngsters are coming to see it. One guy is taking it so seriously that he is freaking out with nervous. A girl tells him to calm down, but he is trying to command the troops and has prepared everything to the ultimate detail, including a serious wardrobe.
The girl was losing her patient but when she sees the wardrobe he prepared, becomes totally charmed, as well as all the other girls. Everybody dresses up and magic happens. No one’s a kid anymore preparing for a school play, instead we’re all nobles on some kind of real life fairy tale and everybody is just incarnating its role. Some girl wears a princess dress and even birds and butterflies are following her around.

8:00 GMT – Wake up

My college friends and I have gone to the apartment of the children's musical group, the Wiggles. Part of my dream-self expects their place to be brightly colored and the Wiggles themselves to be dressed in gaudy clothing. When I see them, however, they are dressed in solid black robes and topped with Spanish priest hats (birettas). They look serious and even epic, although they maintain a sense of good humor as we visit. Eventually we start to play improv theater games, and they guide us through some tips. My friend Q is advised to be "more like Morgan Freeman" for his dramatic entrance.

I am in a math class. The wrong one. This class is calculus 1 but I'm meant to be somewhere else. The teacher couldn't care less when the right calculus students are sent to this class by another teacher because they were in the wrong class. I exit the class and into the theater. Some grand show is going on. And I see people wearing white and feathery costumes. It is very bright in the hall.

Last week on a date I saw Inception, it was okay. Apart from the fact that is massacres all of the standardized dream lore, and ends in a way that screen writing 101 states never to end a movie... But here is the dream:

I was in a large theater, similar to where the actors and director were interviewed about the film, for those who happened to see some of the promo stuff. I was actually cast in the "movie" Inception. I was extremely excited to be in my first movie, and have it be about dreaming... I remember thinking, "they cut my part down to a small speaking role near the end, but at least I made it into a feature film!"

At some point I had the thought, but how can I be in a movie that is already out? I must be in the sequel is what! (A dream about being in a movie that is in a dream.)

small fragments:

Me and another person are looking for a place to park. We are thinking about parking inside a giant manhole that is next to some parking spaces, but realize they are filled with trash. I hear cop sirens and begin to panic, so we park in a regular spot.

__________

We just got done watching a movie at the movie theater, and someone tells me we just watched the "Dark Knight". As everyone exits the theater, are start looking for a bottle of Old Spice Body Wash that I thought I brought into the theater with me.

I am walking beside tall, handsome elf through a creepy, haunted looking forest at night. My elf companion has long dark brown hair, a smooth narrow face and is wearing dark red velvet clothing. I have pale blond hair and have on a purple Victorian style silk gown, with a black hooded cloak overtop. (The dress looked similar to this, except it was purple.) We are walking down a dirt road through the forest. Because I cannot see very well in the dark, and there is no moon to provide illumination, the elf insists that I stay close to him.

I have a palm sized, metal item that looks like one half of a purple, blue and gold butterfly. There are various indentations on the back that make me think it is a key of some sort. I do not know the reason, but I sense that I am supposed to find the other half.

There is a large gnarled tree in the middle of the road just ahead of us. There is a woman who looks similar to me (only she has golden hair and is wearing a light blue gown and a white cloak) standing under the tree, waving at us to come over. She is lithe and bubbly and seems to give of a dim light that reflects her glowing personality. Behind her I can see a large iron gate that is covered with think tangled vines. I want to move on but my bubbly doppleganger wants to solicalize with the elf and I and will not let us pass until we do so.

She knows the elf and volunteers information about a past relationship the once shared. The handsome elf smiles at her and they both seem enthralled with each other's presence. I am anxious and eager to go to the iron gate; I can feel something drawing me to the darkness beyond. The woman in the blue dress is telling me what attributes of the elf she like's the most. I very vivdly remember her saying, with much longing in her voice "...his hair, his smell... his testicles..."

The elf and the woman fall into each other's arms, onto the grass under the tree and start making out. I take this opportunity to investigate the iron gate. One of the bars has rusted out and I am able to slip through the gap after brushing aside some tangled vines.

Beyond the gate there is a small garden that is illuminated by four lamps in each corner. In the middle of the garden is a double tiered fountain. Other than the soft trickle of water, the garden is eeirily silent. The temperature in the garden drops dramatically and it becomes very cold. On the other side of the garden is two large doors made of wood, set into a dark grey brick wall. I cannot tell if the building is a castle or just another gate. I try to push the doors open but they will not budge. There is an impression where the doors meet, just above the handles, of a butterfly. The butterfly item I have fits into one half of the impression, but the doors remains tightly shut and I know that I have to find the other half of my trinket to proceed.

Walking back to fountain I notice a faint glimmer in the water. It is so cold in the garden now that the water in the fountain is starting to turn to ice. I have to smash it with my fist and plunge my hand into the freezing water but it is completely worth it as I pull out the other half of my butterfly key. When I place the retreived half into the other impression on the door, there is a loud click of a lock opening. The two halfs of the key glow and float out of the impression towards me and right into my hands. The item is now a completely fused together and I cannot seperate the two halves even when I try.

I push open the large wooded doors and walk into what appears to be a large theater or opera hall. There are rows and rows of cushions seats and a stage draped with velvet red curtains. The only light comes from small flickering candles that run the length of the aisles. Unlike the garden, this theater is warm and comfortable. There is a gap between the stage and the seats where a table upon which a small, black, metal chest sits.

The box has a butterfly impression on the front and when I place the key in, the lid on the chest opens by itself. There is nothing inside but images and colours appear on the stage and memories and feelings of mine, some vague and some farmiliar, play out on the stage like a psychedelic, holographic light show. I cannot remember any specific details of what I saw but it was extremely ethereal and wonderful and I was completely entranced and lost in the experience.

When the lights and feelings fade I find myself sitting in one of the front row seats, leaning forward on the table and hugging the small metal chest tightly. I do not want to move because I feel that what just happen will never happen again. I take the butterfly key in my hands and gaze at it intently, gently tracing my fingers around its contours like it is some fragile and vital part of my soul.


This dream is my absolute favourite dream that I have ever had up to this point in my life.

This dream starts off in my hometown of London, Ontario. I am on the way from my parent's house to my new apartment on Adelaide Street. For some reason I am in the country side west of the city. An unnumbered city bus comes along and I get on, but I cannot find my transfer. I can find transfers from several days before, but not the one for today. Only after going through ever pocket on my person do I find today's transfer crumpled up in my left hand. The bus driver sighs with impatience as I hurridly take a seat, red faced from embarrassment but relieved. Despite being out in the country side, but bus is packed and everyone on board seems scruffy or rugged, like they have been camping outdoors for a long time. They are all men and seem to be all staring at me and I feel a bit creeped out and threatened.

The bus drives into the city, to the edge of downtown then suddenly stops. The driver tells all of the passengers to get off and promplty drives away as soon as we have done so. I walk down the main road, Dundas Street, for a while before deciding to wait at a bus terminal in front of a white multi-storey building that I do not recognize from waking life. I am expecting the Dundas bus to come along, but after a short wait, the Adelaide Street bus shows up instead. Though I am confused as to why it is the Adelaide and not the Dundas, I happily board the bus, hoping it will take me straight to my apartment.

The bus pulls away from the terminal and passes a group of asian men standing in the middle of the street, waving various melee weapons around and shouting loudly. I cannot hear what they are saying, but the majority of the noise comes from a man wearing a blue hooded sweater over a white t-shirt. He is waving a hunk of wood around and seems to be directing his anger at random pedestrians on the street. I feel the atmosphere change and everything seems suddenly darker, eeiry and inexplicably desolate. The bus suddenly slows down and stops. A burned out pickup truck, and a pile of damaged cars, is blocking the road and there is no way around. The bus driver manages to turn the bus around and starts heading back to the bus terminal.

As we pass the group of angry asian men, the one in the blue sweater, waving the hunk of wood, pulls out a pistol from his waistline and opens fire on a group of people who have gathered by the side of the road to watch the commotion. The first shot hits a woman holding a baby and the crowd panics and scatters as she goes down. As the man begins randomly firing at the running people, the other men in his group start attacking people with their melee weapons. The bus driver floors the gas pedal and tries to drive away from the ensuing chaos, but a large military truck pulls directly infront of us and forces the bus to stop. The doors are opened and the passengers make a run for it. I run towards the white multi-storey building, with the intention of hiding in it or behind it, but asian men in military uniforms start appearing between and around the buildings. At first I mistaken them for London's Area Support Unit, but it becomes apparent very quickly that these military personnel are foriegn and hostile. I run towards central downtown but it seems that the entire area is surrounded by this mysterious invading army of asian origin.

Many people are captured, myself included, and forced to sit together in large groups with hands behind heads. People who do not comply, or who try to escape, are shot on sight. When the street is overcrowded with captured prisioners, the armed guards start herding us into the large white multi-storey building by the bus terminal. The inside is decorated in bright red fabrics and paints and seems to be a giant theater of some sort. The ceiling is open for several storeys up and the parameter of each floor seems to be made up of box seats, except for the ground floor, which is bare tile like a gymnasium. The prisoners are forced to sit on the floor and face a large screen on the west wall. The military men start playing some sort of propaganda film about their greatness or their great leader or something, but I cannot follow it because it is not in english and I am being distracted by several fat white male prisioners who insistantly try to stand up and show their private parts to the rest of the captives. Their penises are very small or severely deformed but I am finding great amusement in their last acts of bravado, as it seems to really piss off the armed guards.

I suddenly notice an unguarded electrical socket to my right. I descreetly pull the plug and hope that I am shot quickly if I am caught. I have no idea what pulling the pull will do and I am surprised when not only does the propaganda film end, but the electricity to the entire building goes out. The invading asians go into a frenzy trying to maintain control of the prisioners while trying to sort out what is going on. Some captives manage to sneak out in the darkness, while others are caught and executed, but the majority stays put in fear and confusion. Whe the emergency lights come on, the invading army is still a bit frenzied and there is a commotion outside. A man I assume is a commander of the army comes in and motions half of the armed guards to follow him outside.


I cannot remember anymore of this dream.