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Mostly fragments. I tried WBTB with no success.

Dream 1:A Vampire Comes Knocking
I outside on a dark autumn evening, a large gravel field is to my right, a house in front of me. Eric, from True Blood, tries to get inside but can't since he wasn't invited in. He's now trapped between two doors leading to places he hasn't been invited. He just waits for the police to show up. Jail must suck if you live forever...
I walk out to the gravel field in the moonlight.

I go into the house. In the attic room I see my friend's two cats, the one that is big and the small one that is white.

Dream 2: In the Airport
I'm in an airport, I think it's a German one. It's overcast outside. I try to find my way to the plane I need to make, where is the gate? There is a large crowd. I see some people getting off of a plane, one is carrying a paper bag with Zen enso on it, he must have come from a convention. I wonder where it was, I'd like to go.

Turning around I see a busy friend of mine in the crowd.

I'm evacuating a place where True Blood's Eric and Bill had been staying; Bill's already gone, but Eric's chained to a chair, and I have no intention of freeing him. I'm going to carry him out in the chair. Despite this, I have nothing against him, and I'm asking him if he wants me to bring any of the belongings he's kept in these rooms. I'm kneeling in front of the chair as I speak to him, and I say that I may need him to carry something of Bill's in exchange, to which he consents. Aside from 2 belongings which needed no discussion, he says he doesn't need anything else. It seems a shame, the rooms are full of things he's collected over his lifetime. I pick up a sword he has on display with a hilt that looks like carved ivory or bone, and I say sure, you may not need anything else, but it's better if it can come, isn't it? I put it on the chair with him.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Fragment: a mention of Louis, a king.

I've heard about a gathering of people I'm thinking of as 'the British' tonight - there's a connotation of a specific politically subversive group in my mind - and I intend to arrange a meeting with the queen, although I'm not as close to her in this reality as I have been in past iterations; I've spent too much time focusing on other contacts this time through. I sit down beside the queen at her mirror. Her daughter, Antoinette, is here as well, standing by the window; she's beautiful but spoiled, self-centered. That's largely my fault - in other versions of this reality I'd devoted more time to her and she'd developed into a very sweet girl. This time around, we're not particularly close, and she notes only that she owes her name to me. In French, I ask the queen her plans for this evening after the party. I don't speak to her in a particularly deferential manner. She seems wary, suspicious, but I think I have enough influence with her to pull this off.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I need to kill a giant snake, but I can't find a weapon. Finally, a woman produces a long knife and beheads the snake herself. But I tell her that it's still alive, you need to destroy the brain, otherwise beheading it is just slow death by suffocation, it's cruel. I point to its eyes, which are still moving; I tell her it's suffering. She doesn't care. It's harmless now, that's all she cared about. I can't believe this. But I do my best to put it out of its misery without a weapon, until finally its eyes stop moving and its skull is crushed. I pick up head and body and carry them outside.

When I reach the door, the storyline changes - at first I was still aware I was carrying something and needed to get rid of it, but I forgot about it quickly and so the snake disappeared. I was distracted by the sight of colorful glowing orbs floating down the river, just through the trees. There's a festival going on all this week, and tonight is the children's celebration. I walk past the women handing out colored orbs for the children to light candles inside and carry down to the water, and as I walk I see a couple kids carrying their lights the wrong way, down to the sea instead of the launching place at the river. Some adults are trying to point them the right way, but the oldest kid says something about their father's ship out at sea.

3rd person. Tradition dictates the pharaohs of this dynasty marry on the first day of the new year for symbolic purposes, but his intended bride is tired of waiting. She cuts her leg with a knife and lets the blood run down into the dirt, a ritual attempt to soothe the drought the land is going through with her own life; since she isn't yet royalty, this is all she can do. Her intended husband watches this and decides to break with tradition and hurry the wedding. However, there's an incident where the couple goes on a voyage with their servants and attendants, and a woman is seen waiting outside at night to meet a lover in secret - it may have been one of the servant girls, but a rumor starts that it was the intended queen.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm a student in a small class of maybe 10 undergrads, taught by Mr. G., a favorite IRL high school teacher, in a room based on the chapel building at that high school. We're giving presentations, and as I go back to my seat afterwards, I manage to knock over the display that holds up the TV monitor. I catch it and try to put it back to rights while the next person is talking but fail miserably, I think I broke something. One of the other students comes to help, this short geeky guy who does something very complex with the display, and I just stand back to watch. Turns out he's really, really good with his hands, I'm kind of into it. That was unexpected. I start talking to him and he mentions that he's got some hobby that involves building things, which seems pretty cool to me since I'm pretty much useless at anything practical, but he looks like I'm making him nervous so I back off.

But when the scene changes to show me back at my apartment (doesn't resemble anywhere I've lived IRL - colorful and cluttered, deep blue walls, hanging plants and vines in every corner), he's come along with me and my friends, or roommates, I don't know who these DCs are meant to be but we're close. As we walk in the door, the short/geeky/unexpectedly hot DC is saying to one of them, this blonde girl with all these little braids in her hair, "You're not on the drain, are you?" which is apparently some kind of drug. "I would never," she says, acting all offended - waking me can't tell if she's serious or not, either way dream me thinks it's funny. We came back here to get high anyway.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'd been flying down through the levels of some mansion and heading outside, planning my night, weighing the appeal of being alone vs being seen, but when I fly out the door, True Blood's Ginger is at the gate. She wants to come back to work at the club. She'd taken maternity leave but lost the kid, and tried to come back to the club pretty much immediately afterward, but the boss told her to take the paid time off anyway - I don't know why she's so desperate to come back, she doesn't work for tips so the money's the same. But she convinces me to let her in, and she tells me where to find the key to the gate. I go get it, but it's got some kind of trap - when I uncover the key, a dart shoots out and hits Ginger.

Flashback. First time I'd met Ginger, she'd been hysterical, claiming someone, a priest, had been kidnapped by these two guys I knew well and was being held in their barn. The guys tell me the priest was there, but perfectly fine. Giving a sermon, in fact.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

3rd person, following Julia. She's waiting by a statue at the gate to a city park, sometime around the turn of the 19th/20th century, and she works in a country estate as a maid or a nanny or a governess or something - anyway, she's just come into the city for the day. She's meant to be meeting one of the other servants there, but the woman she's meeting is late. Julia doesn't really mind, it's helped her make a decision actually. She's been thinking about how much fun she had on an earlier outing with me, just watching (??? something involving birds, seemed like a very ordinary everyday event for most people but something she hadn't done before), and thinking about the drab grey dress she's wearing, and always wears, covering her ankles, and generally thinking about taking chances and breaking out of her shell and so on. She stops waiting for her friend and, thinking about how much she's got to do and counting up how much money she has with her, she first goes to buy postage and mail a letter she'd already written but hadn't decided whether or not to send until now.

Her thoughts about money derail the storyline - a guy at the door of a restaurant convinces her to step inside and she finds unexpected fees piling up on her.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Just a fragment of dialogue (phone call woke me up): "-chance to take hold. Valerian root," in a male voice, possibly mine.

07-09-11 I am in an airport with a woman on a raised walkway that leads out to the gates. It is nighttime and the walkway we are on is very narrow and not surrounded by railings, which disturbs me and makes me wonder slightly.
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I am in a car with a woman. She is a vampire and has hostile intentions either towards me or someone else and I plan on stopping her. However I have some sort of relationship to her and don't want to hurt her.

She might be Pam off True Blood. The way I subdue her by holding her by the neck but she refuse to lay off. In the end I start calling out for Xavier, who is her maker, telepathically for him to come and pick her up.

I manage to get hold of him, which is a weird conversation taking place in utter darkness inside my head. He comes to pick her up and as he does so he stuffs the car full of duvets and mattresses and then procedes to shove her in.
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I am in a house unpacking speaking with my dad. As we are unpacking my parents' neighbour's cats emerge and start making themselves comfortable.

They don't particularly want to go back to their owner though they are supposed to. Castello, though a darker and leaner version of himself, start climbing up a closet.

Clyde is lying on the floor under a table.
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Speaking with my dad, he is drunk and he is talking about the amount of stuff Freddy bought in a shop.

Warning: Little graphic.

Lucid state: Only got to semi lucid

So this dream was fairly long, although I only remember bits and pieces of it.

In the first part of the dream I am helping set up a giant aquarium for this class room. When I put it up, I completely shattered the glass on accident and water came pouring out of the tank. Feeling terrible, I all of a sudden found out I was dreaming for some reason. I was lucid, but part of my mind was still not lucid. So, knowing it was a I dream I started attacking people after growing my canines out only (which is weird that I didn't shape-shift fully). People were screaming and running out of the classroom as I was severing several of their necks out with an explosion of warm blood all over my face. After everyone had left, and several DCs' throats were lying on the ground covered in blood, Something crossed my mind.

I started feeling bad about what I did so I decided if I try and kill myself in order to restart the dream, and do everything the right way. So I found a long sharp spike, and repeatedly started stabbing myself in the heart as I lay on the ground. By this time, windows had appeared in the classroom and a bunch of people started staring at me while I lay there attempting to commit suicide. It wouldn't work.

Fast-forward: I am in a different class room and a new dream. Suddenly I realize I am dreaming, and suddenly decide to have a full voluntary mental-shift just for the hell of it (sill semi lucid). I am jumping around on other students' desks and growling/drooling while on all fours. Same thing happens, all students leave. I decide to try and commit suicide again, and start stabbing myself in the temple of my head. Once again it doesn't seem to be working, as blood starts shooting out the side of my head with every pump of my knife.

I see one of the characters from True Blood, Alcide. He explains he needs help finding someone, so I shape-shift into my wolf as he shape-shifts into his wolf, and we follow a scent until we come across an old couple.

Fast-forward: Me and Alcide watch weird alien space ships leaving and arriving at a lake we walk by. We stand and watch in awe.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

I finally had a long detailed dream that I recalled last night. I also recalled my first dream of the night pretty clearly. Hopefully my recall dry spell is over! Fingers crossed!

True Blood

I was Eric from the TV show True Blood. I was being hunted by Russell Edgington, also from True Blood. It was dark and I was outside in some kind of hedge maze. Russell was floating in the air, laughing. He was taunting me and had sent a really big pig to kill me. For some reason I was afraid of the pig. I killed it. I was trying to lure him in to a position where I could kill him, but he was wise to it.

School Romance?

I was a teenager. I was in some kind of bar or diner. It must have been a school trip because I was with my old school friends and there were lots of other people from school there. There was a girl with some of her friends there too. Somehow nobody in school knew her name. She was seriously cute, blonde, and had a certain innocent look about her.

To make it clear at this point, the girl isn't a real person but a concoction of my imagination. I'm thinking it's a mix of two people from reality, although her appearance it totally unfamiliar to me.

I told my friends that I was going to chat her up and get her to tell me her name. I went over and spoke with her. I was asking her questions and go the impression that she wasn't shy but just didn't like to tell anyone anything about herself. The only people at school who knew her name were her friends apparently. I said that I'd try to guess her name and I'd bet her that if I could get it on the first guess I'd get a kiss. Surprisingly she agreed and said I could have 5 guesses.

Somehow I felt confident that I knew her name. So I listed off 5 guesses. The ones I recall were: Emma, Claire, and Sarah. It turned out my first guess was right, much to her surprise. A bet is a bet, and I won the kiss.

The scene changed and we were travelling back to school on a coach. I was still chatting with Emma as we pulled up outside school. I asked her where she lived, and she just happened to live in a house right across from school. Anyway, I said goodbye and departed to catch the bus home.

I think there is a piece missing here that I don't recall.

I was at school in a room that was a hybrid between a science lab and the food tech. classroom. I entered the room, and it was dark. It was hard to see. There was a bug flying around. The teacher, who I couldn't really see, said it was dangerous. Everyone was looking around. I felt something crawl in my ear! I started freaking out and tipped my head to the side trying to get it to come out. The lights came on. It fell out of my ear. It was a small piece of blue plasticine. Behind me, N, was laughing. He told me that he had thrown it inside my ear. I felt stupid but was impressed that he was able to to that from such a distance in the dark.

I was back at the entrance to the same room. It was light now and I was showing up for a lesson. I got the sense it was either a new room or it could have been the first lesson of term or something, because I was thinking about where to sit. I knew at this point that I was now dating Emma and wasn't sure if I should sit at the same table with her or not.

It was the kind of classroom where there are large tables that fit about 8 or 10 people around them. When I was at school it was pretty typical for any science, technology, or art subject.

Anyway, I was with some friends and we went and sat at a table. I was sitting next to T, who annoys me so much. Emma enters the room with a friend and sits at the table with us.

The lesson isn't so much a lesson but some kind of weird assignment is being handed out. Rather than simply printing it out though it was being dictated. I, as per usual, wasn't really paying any attention to anything much. I realised I didn't have a clue what was going on. I also felt like since, as per usual, I hadn't been in school for a while I had totally missed out on something that was happening. I was trying to copy off of the people next to me, but I couldn't really figure out their handwriting. I was also struggling to write myself. It was really weird, because the assignment was to fill in some complicated insurance forms. It seemed as dumb in the dream as it seems writing it now.

Things started to get more random. T, who was was sat next to me, was also sat at another table across the room. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and so did he. Then he started moving his eyebrows in to strange patterns. N started telling everyone that he had actually graduated from school at age 14 and that he was super intelligent. It was all a bit pointless and then I woke up.

01.08.2009

Tornadoes (DEILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After a WBTB that resulted in a somewhat interesting dream wherein it was Halloween and my brother decorated and renovated the house, making it extra creepy, I began to wake up as my mother came home and rebuked him for changing the house so much. As I awoke, I decided to try a DEILD. Soon enough, I was right back in the dream, but fully lucid this time around.

"Come help me get what we need to undo all of this," my mother commanded of me. I just ignored her, knowing she had no power over me in this dream. As I walked up my front lawn, looking at the heavily decorated house, my brother in the garage, I decided I'd try out the advanced task. So, focusing on nothing in particular, I started to twirl the air in front of me, using my hair as a medium. Sure enough, after a bit of concentration, a thin outline of a tornado started to form and whip wind lightly against my face. I was only able to hold the form for a little while, and it was pretty disappointing. I figured I'd give it another go, so I did, and the result was less than spectacular. "Screw this small scale stuff," I said to myself, out loud, "Let's make a real tornado."

Focusing my attention to the area above my own house, I imagined clouds gathering above it, which wasn't too hard since there were already numerous dark grey clouds in the sky. Recalling pictures of tornadoes I had seen the other day when I was looking for a good image for a previous dream, I began to form the tornado. Swirling the clouds around, I forced ever shrinking rings down from them. Between those rings I willed down a large funnel of swirling, destructive, air, and, sure enough, I had a tornado right in the middle of my house. In seconds the thing was torn apart, splintered wood and paneling flying about the yard. It was pretty sweet.

I couldn't maintain enough control of the tornado to move it, so I just let it disappear, moving onto my neighbors' houses. I repeated the process, it was easier this time around, but the result was just as awesome. Soon, family members started arriving in the court. As I reached the last house, and subsequently destroyed it, my family was distracting me, trying to get me to stop. A little annoyed, I attempted to control this last tornado enough to move it into the path of a few of my family members. I managed to get it right behind them, but due to some falter in control, or my unwillingness to kill those I love, the tornado vanished just before it hit. I decided, that was enough control for one lucid and figured I'd just go with whatever my family wanted to do. Turns out they wanted to watch True Blood on their new entertainment system that had some weird features. Not really in the mood for that, I decided to wake up so I could record this dream.