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Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I had several different dreams last night, two of which were lucid.]

[Dream #1] I'm playing Neopets. [In this particular dream,] Neopia is a fully-realized, three-dimensional world, but it's still a computer game that I'm playing using a mouse. The art looks just like it does on the real site. The game is played from a first-person perspective, and there are lots of rooms and areas to explore [just like the plot adventures on the real Neopets Web site]. One such area is filled with Neopets who are dressed in vaguely Arabian-looking clothes; they all have their noses covered with veils, which strikes me as somewhat ridiculous, since they all have such different shapes and sizes of noses. This scene makes me think, So Neopia does have something resembling an Islamic culture. I click my way into a hidden area and receive a special reward for finding it.

[Dream #2] I walk into my family's house, which is big and spacious and has two stories [and looks nothing at all like any of our real ones. House #2, our only two-story house, was nowhere near that big and was laid out very differently]. Suddenly, there are several men in the house with me. They're there to challenge me to a martial-arts tournament. I had known in advance that this challenge was coming. In the course of my conversation with them [which I don't really remember now], one of them eventually says that there is no challenge. Having become semi-lucid at some point during the conversation, I say boldly and firmly, “I have better things to do.” I begin making my way out of the house.

Then, I hear my mom yelling from behind me that the house is on fire and I should get out. I do so, thinking, I know I should just get out without stopping to try and rescue other people. I go out the front door and walk down a front walk that leads to a fairly high, steep flight of concrete stairs, which leads down a steep embankment, at the bottom of which are the public sidewalk and the street. I jump off the top step to get down to the front sidewalk more quickly. I fall in a long, slow arc, taking several seconds to get down, and land softly and gently on my feet. I had kind of known I was going to fall that way; I always do in dreams.

By this point, I'm definitely lucid. From the street, I take off and fly up over the neighborhood. Once again, it takes me two tries to take off. After the first time, I realize, I messed up – I wasn't concentrating right. I try again, kicking off with my right ankle and thinking about becoming airborne, as I always do, and this time it works. Flight feels like it always does, too.

I fly up and observe the neighborhood from above. I can see a little bit of the fire coming from the house I just left. After a minute or two, I land back on the street and see a little model of a single-story house standing on a table. I examine the model, concentrating on it, and succeed in making tiles blow off the roof with my mind. This action is directly inspired by the scene in Inception where they're at the cafe and the dream starts collapsing when Ariadne first realizes that they're dreaming. While I'm making the model blow itself to pieces, I think about how, when the characters from the movie are dreaming, they might use Michael Caine's name [*see Side Notes at end] in exclamations of surprise/anger/frustration, etc., as if he were their deity, because he was the inventor of the dream-sharing technology. I immediately dismiss this as a silly idea, though. I keep up what I'm doing, and eventually blow away all the broken-up pieces of the roof, exposing the interior of the model. It has separate rooms inside. There's a small, light brown, flea-like insect inside, with a sort of sail on its back. I know that the insect is my dad. [I don't even know.] I let it crawl onto my finger, rescuing it from the destruction of the model and setting it down gently outside the model.

This scene is immediately followed by an animated sequence of two foxes romping around in a grassy field and falling in love. I know that this means that both of my parents are still alive and got out of the burning house all right.

[Dream #3] I'm outside, in the daytime, on a series of tiled walkways, terraces, and stairways, elevated and built into the side of a hill. Some boy is following me around, singing a creepy version of some children's song at me, changing the words all around to suggest that he would like to do something sexual with me. At the end of the second or third repetition of the short song, I stop, sing the end of the verse for him, then smack him in the face. Then, a passing man helps me throw the offending boy over a wall and down a long flight of stairs. I see him get up after he reaches the bottom, and am glad to see that he can still get up and that nothing's broken.

The scene shifts slightly, and now I'm on the surface-level streets, walking around a city that I remember visiting in a dream before. [Except now I don't – false memory, apparently.] The city is bright and clean and filled with big trees. There is a train station across the street from where I'm walking. On my side of the street, there is an enlarged replica of one of the stores on Main St. at Disneyland. Upon seeing the prominent train station, I remark that my dream city doesn't necessarily have to be in the States; it could just as easily be in the UK. [This, despite the fact that said train station had a sign on the outside that very clearly read “Amtrak.”]

I walk in the main entrance to the store that replicates the one from Disneyland, and find myself in a shop that is part of a mall. I walk through that first shop and into a second one that resembles a Hot Topic (all the walls are painted black), only it's girlier (there are a lot more dresses). This store also has living mannequins that look exactly like the ones they have at Old Navy. One of these mannequins tells me that she wants to try on the dress I'm wearing, which I had gotten from that store earlier. It's a strapless, knee-length black sundress with little pink polka dots, pink lace decorating the top of the bodice, and a pink tulle underskirt part that makes the skirt puff out. There are lots of similar dresses on the racks in the store. [For some strange reason,] I'm wearing mine over the T-shirt and shorts I was already wearing. I'm really enjoying just walking around, exploring this dream. I exclaim aloud, “My mind is so awesome!”

I walk out of that store and around a corner, through one of the hallways that form the connecting core of the mall. I find myself wishing I could change out of the shorts I'm wearing under my dress, and just wear the dress. I go into another store, this one a Sephora. While I was in there, the dream ended.

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Side notes:

*Michael Caine's character's name is Stephen Miles (per the shooting script); that's what the other characters would say if they were to do that. I forgot that while dreaming, though.

Last night, when doing mental affirmations while falling asleep, I focused more on recalling the memory of what it feels like to be in a lucid dream, recalling past lucid dreams, and visualizing and imagining what it would have been like if I had become lucid in one of my memorable non-lucids. It worked really well.

As I was taught when I first tried to ski, people who are right-handed are generally right-footed as well, and are instinctively inclined to lead with their right foot and do most of their controlling of their movement with their right foot when skiing or snowboarding. I'm very pleased and not at all surprised to discover that this principle applies to my flying in dreams as well. I'm right-handed (and right-footed) in real life, and from the beginning, I've always instinctively used my right foot and ankle to kick off from the ground and launch myself into a takeoff.

I was going door to door trying to get donations. I came to one house where they had a swimming pool directly in front of their driveway. They asked me if I wanted to swim with them, but I couldn't because I didn't want to get my jeans wet.

I saw my grandmother walking down their driveway and ran up to her.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I am practicing walking before they try to get me again," She replied solemnly. I didn't understand what she meant but I walked with her anyways.

I scene began to turn into video game graphics. It looked like something out of minecraft, but better.

We walked in front of a building and I saw a yellow car behind it. It was watching us. I hid behind the tree and waited for the car to move somewhere else and assume that I had passed the building.

I quickly turned the corner in front of the building and nearly ran into a man! He was also hiding. He had a desperate look on his face. He was hiding from the same people.

"Do you know what's going on??" I asked him. We heard the car engine creeping in the distance. We would have to move again soon.

"The war is about to start," He replied while looking around. I didn't ask what that was supposed to mean, I sorta knew.

We started running, and armies of people filled the surroundings. They were shooting arrows at each other and killing each other with swords. We tried to run through this mess but I was shot with an arrow and respawned.

I respawned in a building. I wondered how I was going to help fight in the war. I left the red and yellow building and sneaked around the war.

I came to a building with a purple swirling vortex on the side. At first I was shocked, but then a voice invited me inside - if I dare.

Of coursed I dared to go inside, so I stepped inside the purple vortex and was teleported inside a medium sized room.

In front of me there was a man. Like, a big man. He was overly fit and he wore two large, black boxing gloves on his hands.

"You are here to fight me?" He asked.

"I could never." I replied.

"You could, but you have yet to learn."

"Do I need boxing gloves?" I asked.

"They are not necessary." I put my hand up to his. My hand was about 1/4th the size. I wondered how I was ever going to fight this guy.

"I do not teach lightly. You either learn and win or you don't."

Upon saying that, he immediately threw me to the ground. WTF. It didn't even take him a split second.

"You must try harder and be aware."

I waited for him to make the next move. I waited like a snake.

He threw a punch and I immediately blocked it - I did a front kick but he grabbed my leg and threw me to the ground - I flipped back up in the air - He tried to put me in a head lock and I blocked it - I swiftly used this position to turn around and punch him in the ribs - He threw me to the ground.

All in less than a split second.

"Good. Try harder." He repeated.

We repeated the same actions, but I was pulling out martial artistry that I didn't even know I could do! We were so fast it was incredible. We might have tried 500 moves on each other and not more than 5 seconds had passed. Despite his incredible sized, I was able to wrap my arms around his neck and break it, I knew it wouldn't "hurt" him.

"Very good. You are now ready." He said to me. We bowed to each other, and then I left the room via the portal.

Outside, the war was still continuing. An army of warriors dressed in white came at me but I instantly killed them using a few arrows. HAHA.

A team of a few other people and I instantly killed the entire opposing army.

An elderly man flew over to us.

"Hahaha! I see that you have found the old arena of ours!" He said to the man next to me. They were both wearing the same outfit. They were looking at an old ruined building. We went inside and started on the 2nd floor.

The inside was similar to the place I had trained with the insane fighter. It had a different color scheme and there was large holes in the floor, probably from the war.

"This is where he trained as well," The elderly man said to me, clearly referring to his younger successor. The young one had jet black hair.

We jumped down from the holes in the floor down to the next lower floor. The bottom floor was more ruined that the one above it.

"And...this is where I trained. So many years ago." The elderly man said. The floor was lavender and provided a little cushion. The two man sat down in a meditative position and I joined them.

Looking out one of the windows...I noticed that the building was hovering slightly.

I turned my attention back to the inside of the room, but in my peripheral vision I caught sight of a Japanese man shooting an arrow through the window. He looked as if he was the last remaining opponent, trying to kill at least one in revenge or retrubution.

The arrow hit the young man in the neck. His body 'vaporized' and became translucent. His aura glowed a neon green.

"Haha, don't tell me that you are going to lose your awareness over that!" The elderly man exclaimed to the younger one.

"You are very right." He became flesh again, and pulled the arrow out of his neck. He handed the arrow to me. It was green and white with black tips.

I took about 200mg of valerian before bed last night. As often happens, the valerian caused me to have some rather wierd and disturbing dreams.

Weddings and cruiseships

I am in the auditorium of my old high school. My brother and I are discussing people that were at my cousin's wedding. To help us remember who these people are, we take turns with a clamp holding pieces of a bench together. At times we break off pieces of it, too.

My grandparents are there also. The place is no longer the auditorium, but my grandparents' house. They are talking with my aunt about how nobody my age wants to be a sailor anymore. I happen to have been looking for jobs on board a cruise ship, so I tell them that I want to be a sailor. They are reading the requirements for various positions. Meanwhile, I log into my account with a cruise ship job website.

Flea markets and torture

I am at a fair. It is also D'ni. It is also a flea market. I am walking with a guy I used to know from a former workplace, who is also the father from "All in the Family" (which is ironic, because the guy I used to know is black). He is telling me that I don't know much about "smokin'", which in this dream is a slang term for buying and selling junk at flea markets for a profit. I imitate the Mask for no reason and say "sssmokin!"

We enter a junk shop, which is located about where Kadish Gallery should be. It is kind of dark in there, but we browse for a while. I see an old bottle of wine from the 1920's. After a while I see a bottle of something else with the date 1919 on it, and the wine bottle is apparently gone. My friend considers buying this bottle to resell. He tries to give me tips on finding antiques.

Next to the bottle of wine is a bottle of acetic acid, and some laboratory glassware. My friend asks me what acetic acid is, and I say "It's pretty much vinegar". Then I laugh and say "if we poured some of that into the wine bottle, there would be a nice explosion."

We leave the junk store, and cross the street. Things begin to change somehow into a laboratory where a mad scientist is operating on living people with no anesthetic. He hacks them up, mutilates them, pulls out their organs and intestines, while they lay on the operating table screaming. He pulls out one guy's eyeball. He slices open the arm of one guy, and puts something in to intentionally infect it. Someone explains that his plan is to let it swell up, and then hit his arms with something. This will both cause the victim pain, and somehow turn him into a zombie.

Now I see a whole bunch of zombies from the mad scientist's lab, all dancing together like some scene from Hell.

A man plays an Old West guitar… or “gee-tar.” He plays alongside a small band in a typical run-of-the-mill saloon. Like everyone else in the building, they chew and wear chaps and cowboy hats. Dust covers everything. I am an outsider, (from the town, and literally outside of the saloon) riding my horse through this future ghost town. My horse suddenly collapses and I spill into the middle of the road. My horse is dead. I look around the road and town’s buildings and see countless other horses have died.

I look at my horse and watch it go through the entire decaying process in a matter of seconds. My horse is now just a skeleton. All of the other dead horses are also skeletons. I look on at all the dead horses, still in shock, holding the reigns of my skeleton horse… and tie it up to a post. I enter the saloon, the band still plays and I order me a drink to clear my head. A large cowpie jerk of a man starts shit with me and antagonizes me because I ain't from around here. Chaos ensues.

A large, full-scale old-fashioned wild west bar fight breaks out of epic proportions. All of the classic Western moves are there: man falling off balcony, the Madame’s girls screaming, some guys too drunk to fight; and on top of that adding a healthy dose of classic dream power: telekinesis. All the while the band never stops playing. Finally, at the climax of the fight, the song ends and I am left the last man standing. Exhausted, I am clobbered over the head by the singer/songwriter by his gee-tar, and he is deemed REAL last man standing.

It was a little before school, and I decided try a new route to school. I was really hungry as well, so I decided that I would go by Dunkin' Donuts and get a donut for Joe and I. I got on the highway and in a few minutes I pulled off and tried to get in the left hand turn lane. I couldn't maneuver the car right and turned left too soon.

I found myself in an empty parking lot with a few trucks. My car stopped working. Great.

I got out of the car. In the not-so-far distance there was a wall with broken pay-phones. Everything was brown. I walked towards where the Dunkin Donut's should be and everything just got worse.

Everything was overgrown and destroyed. Houses were burnt and the windows were shattered. I was in the ghetto's ghetto. I heard a rustling and footsteps. Men were going in the house. They were dressed in black. It looked like the meeting place for one badass gang.

I attempted to sneak past this burned house and try to find a phone or something.

After finding a safe area with a pay phone, those same men came at me with swords. WTF.

"Here, you'll need this!" Someone yelled as they ran past me, and gave me a blowtorch.

...So I was now supposed to fight off a large gang of oddly dressed men with nothing but a blowtorch?

I fired my blowtorch at them, and the fire encompassed a few of them. I was pretty surprised with the strength of the blow torch, but it was still a little weak.

They chased me back to their headquarters. The inside of the buildings were the same as the outside - burnt to a crisp. I ran through the maze of blackened hallways until I came to a bathroom. There was a light on so I opened the door.

I found a young adult girl looking back at me. She took one look and slit her throat. Guess I came in at the wrong time.

I kept running until I had pretty much annihilated the freaky gang. I sprinted back out to the highway and rested beneath an overpass to catch my breath.

"Hahahaha hey dude we did it!" A man shouted. Two men had came up next to me. They looked like something straight out of a video game. The man who had just talked to me was wearing red armor.

"Yeah, we did!" I shouted back.

"Yeah, it would have been so much better if you knew that you were dreaming though!" He said.

"Right on!" His friend exclaimed.

"Wait...What?" I stammered, shocked.

Health Care Lesson From Tupac



I stood in a crowded bar, watching people, but without any type of drink. The energy was high and the dream characters seemed to be having a good time. The energy shifted drastically when Tupac Shakur arrived at the scene. All of a sudden Tupac pulled out two hand-held pistols and shot the place up. Now, I don't know if Tupac was there specifically to shoot me or to settle the score with someone else, nonetheless I had been caught in the crossfire. 7 bullets lodged into my body, as I felt the pressure twist me around. I felt each bullet inside of me. One in my chest just below the clavicle, one in my right bicep, two in the groin area of my inner thighs, one in my left leg in the quad, and a bullet went through each of my calves. I fell against the bar, and panic erupted in the bar.

I stumbled out of the bar, intent on living. I wasn't in pain as-so-much as shock. I wasn't afraid that I would just drop dead, I was mostly afraid that Tupac would exit the bar and finish the job. Bleeding, my only intent was to make my way to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible. Luckily, the hospital was only a dream block away. So I shuffled my way to the hospital, feeling every bullet in me as I walked.

I quickly arrived upon the hospital and shuffled into the ER lobby. I had bled profusely everywhere I went, but the receptionist didn't even seem to notice. She simply shoved a clipboard towards me and told me to have a seat and fill out some paperwork. I remember saying, incredulously, "Seriously!?" before accepting this and sitting down. I was uncomfortable because I was bleeding on the chair, the table next to me, the clipboard and the floor, and I didn't want to bleed on the other people in in the lobby.

So I stepped backoutside and leaned against the wall next to the automatic sliding doors of the hospital. I tried my best to fill out the paperwork, but I couldn't concentrate, I had lost too much blood and energy. That's when I grew dizzy from blood-loss and threw up on the exterior of the hospital's walls, before I woke up.

12/08/2010
"Blackmail: Return to Sender"

Some goons had kidnapped my daughter. They were using her as leverage, to blackmail me into coming along with them, and helping them commit an armed robbery. With no other choice, I went along with it. I don't remember very much of the whole situation, at first, but it involved being something of a point-man in the heist, within a massive house. The squad of thugs were charged with keeping the people in the house at bay, while I was supposed to be the one who actually went in to steal whatever was in the safe. It wasn't long before the occupants of the house began fighting back, though, and soon there was an insane firefight going on. I wasn't fortunate enough to be given a gun so, once I had what I came for, I had to haul ass through the house, ducking and dodging as guns were blazing around me. For the most part, the folks in the house were completely outgunned, and there were innocent people dying all around me. The inhabitants figured me to be one of the bad guys, so I ended up having to grab a pistol off of a dead man and shoot my way out, rounding the stairwell and rushing down, level after level - covering my own ass with frantic shots until I made it to the ground floor.

I rushed outside of the house, gunfire still crackling in all directions. As I was running, a van hurriedly pulled up beside me, and the door opened. Still at a sprint, I jumped inside the van and we sped off. I had completed my mission and got the goons whatever it was they were searching for (though I don't remember what it was. The whole thing felt much like Cobb's attempted escape at the beginning of Inception). All I could feel, was that the victory was a bit dubious. I wanted my daughter back, but I felt horrible about all of the people that had to die for me to complete my objective. To make things worse, I was greeted with the old bait-and-switch, for my services. The goons refused to give my daughter back. They said that they would need me for another job or so, before they would consider returning her to me. Needless to say, I was furious. I was not about to be made into a lap dog for these bastards. I knew I had to do something about this.

Half-heartedly, I agreed to the mission. It was supposed to be another armed robbery, much like the last one. I was told that the head guy was going to be there, himself, so I had a 'plan' on how I was going to end all of this. It was half-baked, but it was the best I had. Somehow, I had the luxury of having Todd be my transportation to this heist. We were in a car that I don't believe was his Jeep, and he was driving. We had to circle the neighborhood a few times, and wait until the goons had already secured the house, which seemed like a cross between an old house of mine, in Houston, and my Grandmother's house, in Daytona Beach. Also inexplicably, I knew that there was a rack of weaponry waiting for me, down the street from the target home. My "employers" didn't know about this, and it was my intention to get close enough to the leader of the group to take him at gunpoint, and bargain his life for that of Cierra.

Making one of our rounds, we stopped over at this rack of weapons (which was, amusingly, set up right beside a house - all out in the open) and stocked up. Todd already had a handgun and ammunition in his car, just in case, but I needed to get my own. Going up to the rack, though, I saw that the only gun it had was a model of a real piece. I didn't even think it was functional, but for some reason, I packed it anyway. There were no bullets on this rack of weapons, but Todd's bullets were able to fit in my 'model' gun, and that made me a little more confident that it would fire. After loading it, I didn't dare test it, though, because we were in a neighborhood, and couldn't draw too much attention to ourselves before getting the job done. I also grabbed a samurai sword from off the rack, and slung the sheath over my shoulder. We went back to circling the block. On what I thought was our last pass, we saw the goons storm into the house. I knew that I was going to be on, in just a few moments. Todd was beginning to lose his nerve about having any part in this, though. I told him that he was going to have to stop and wait for me, but he didn't want to stop. We just kept driving around the block while I argued with him about how I had to go through with this. Another pass. Now, there were people streaming out of the house, some of them dragging their bullet ridden bodies under their own power, clinging desperately to their lives. I knew that there was going to be no other chance. Again, I told Todd that he had to stop, so I could get this done before the cops came. And, again, he doubted the situation just long enough to role passed the house again. Sure enough, on our next trip around, there were cop cars in the driveway. I knew that, If I were to go in now, I would have bought myself a 1-way ticket to prison. It was too late to complete the job as ordered, anymore...I had failed.

Then I got a phone call. The leader of the goon squad said that he wasn't even present, during the heist. He had been testing me, and I let him down by not completing my task. He told me to report back to him, because we had some things to 'discuss,' and it was the most ominous thing I had heard in ages. He still didn't know that I was armed, though (if you could call it that). We drove down the block, still in my grandma's hood, and I got out. I didn't plan on making much small talk...at all. I was going in there determined to get my daughter back, by any means necessary. Clutching the gun and sword, and making my way up to the door - practically on fire with anticipation - I suddenly realized that I was dreaming. I was absolutely ecstatic. Lol. All fear instantly disappeared. This entire scenario had just done a complete 180, and now, even though I was fully aware that this was not reality, I damn sure wasn't leaving the scene without settling the score.

I burst into the run-down old house, immediately stepping in and waving the gun around. There was one guy on a couch to my right, another standing in a hallway to my left, and the leader was directly across the room from me. He sat in a chair, smuggly, with a gun in one hand, and my daughter in his lap. She sat rather stoically, looking at me with a calmness in her face as if she was just waiting patiently for this to be over with. I glared at the leader, beginning to walk toward him (before this time, I had never actually seen him, and he reminded me a lot of Victor Sweet, the dementedly egotistical bad guy from Four Brothers). The guy on the couch suddenly threw out his arm and aimed his gun at me. I aimed back at him and tried to pull the trigger. Nothing. I squeezed it harder. Still nothing. Even though I was lucid, the gun was still acting like a damn model. I just couldn't squeeze the trigger. Even when I clutched it with two hands and both index fingers, it wouldn't budge. I thought that it should be easy, since I was lucid, but no matter what I did, this gun just would not shoot. Frustrated, I began taunting the guy on the couch. I dared him to shoot me, telling him that he could take all the shots he wanted, but it wasn't going to stop me from killing every single one of them, beginning with him. I began to slowly walk in his direction.

He fired. Anticipating the attempt, I swung my hand up in front of me, imagining the bullet hitting my palm and snatching it out of the air. He fired again. My other hand raised, slapping the bullet off to one side while I continued on toward him. His shots came in quicker as I advanced, and I simply stopped paying attention to the bullets, stalking toward the increasingly terrified man. His bullets pelted lightly off of my chest like grains of rice against cowhide. And out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the leader was getting uneasy, too. He tried getting my attention stalling me with some talk about how he "knows me" from somewhere, but I completely ignored him. I would get to him...in time. But for now, I was relishing in the moment.

By this point, I was standing right over the man on the couch. He had stopped shooting, and his eyes were wide with fear. He was shaking. Again, I tried to squeeze off a few rounds into his stomach, from point blank range, but the gun I held was completely useless, and I just didn't have enough control of the dream to overpower it. I finally threw it to the ground, having had enough, and reached around behind me to pull the samurai sword out of the sheath over my shoulder. The last thing I remember, before waking up, was the look on the goon's face when he realized that he was about to be carved into tiny little pieces.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG
23:20 GMT

Suicide/homicide attempt
I’m an observer of a suicide/homicide attempt. Some rich kid who owns a fancy 5-star caravan is on his room inside the caravan. A friend couple is there on the living room and he closes the door trapping them and then also closes himself in the room. He had previously put the exhaustion pipe pumping the fumes inside the caravan. His friends are calling for him, asking him to please not do that or at least let them out, but he couldn’t care less. Then I enter the scene, materializing in the room where these 2 are, trying to help them. There are windows, but they are very tiny. Impossible to escape through the, but at least it helps clear the air and they can hold on longer until help comes. My cat also appears, like hovering around and I wonder why.

Family nonsense
At my grandma home, on living room with my cousin Cris watching TV. I feel I have already watched this exact same TV show in this room but with my cousin Rui instead. My mom appears and I go to the bedroom. From there I see my dad sitting on a street bench on the other side of the street. He sees me and gets up, making a sign that he will come in. I go warn my mom, but in the end he never comes. I go back to the bedroom and I’m almost totally asleep when I wake up to the buzzing sound of a wasp. I get out of the room gently but then there are a bunch of them and they escape the bedroom and are about to attack my family members. I then am forced to kill them, but it kills me to do it.
Then I go outside and there’s a beach. There’s a cliff with a waterfall and the Gilmore Girls are there (again). Lorelai looks very melancholic, like waiting for her love and I feel a totally absurd feeling that I am like the real life incarnation of her (?) [although I’m not even like her....]

2:30 GMT

Ugly weirdo dream I prefer not to share

3:40 GMT

Japanese nonsense
I’m visiting Japan with my BF.We’re on some kind of super-speedy panoramic view bus. We go through mountain roads, we see the beautiful hills and the tree colours. I try to take pictures but I ran out of battery. We arrive at some green valley with cows grazing and a few bulls. One of them is on the loose and behaving like crazy. I didn’t feel too scared, instead I tried to calm him down with good vibes.
Later we’re on a karaoke restaurant and we sing Charlotte Gainsbourg. There’s a girl there trying to impress her co-workers, I notice she has amazingly white teeth, I think she whitened to cause an impression.

5:00 GMT

Break and enter
With mom, we’re back on that restaurant. She says she wants to investigate something. We pass by a shop with screens playing the X-files and for a moment we both become Mulder and Scully. On the restaurant she takes me to the toilet and I must keep flushing to make noise while she is trying to break into something I guess. But someone comes and we’re kicked out. On passing at the reception, some girl is messing up with the cashier over some receipt.
We walk around the city and it gets night and she decides to try to break in again in the dark. But the problem is the restaurant at night transforms into a bar, so there’s people in there again. We’re at the entrance deciding what to do, I read a poster on the wall, when some guy starts beating some other guy violently on the street. We watch hidden but the violence is just brutal – the guy being beaten is left with no bone intact! His face is unrecognizable and his body just a mass of unarticulated bloody meat. But he is still alive. It’s too unbearable to watch and I wake up.

Long journey through bizarre realms
With mom shopping on a huge 2nd hand warehouse. Also has an organic food section and after clothes we go there. I am delighted choosing among a variety of cookies only 5EUR/kg, but she pressures me, saying it’s time to go, that we’re late for something. I delay a lot, but I finally agree to leave and then we’re almost running. I realise I can actually run high-speed but only later I realise my mom was left behind, cause she couldn’t keep up.
Outside I pass by a group of young people, where I spot Vera. I don’t really want to talk to her right now, so I try to pass unnoticed. But then decide to wait for my mom on some seat on a bench structure (like those in sportsfields for the audience). I am there when a guy I knew from school and who just appeared recently a lot in my dreams, just drops by and says hi. The girls, including Vera are with him – so they spotted me... I push him away, because he is a playboy who enjoys flirting with me, just to tease me and I find that annoying. In front of the benches there was a railroad, but now there is a river and I jump into the water. He comes after me, but then I remember to fly away and I leave him behind.
I keep going forward, not really with a goal and I pass by a strange dark corridor, like an underpass, but it actually has tiny windows and I see it’s on ground level. People go through it like ghosts. I keep flying and moving fast, because this place is a bit unpleasant. The corridor does not end but instead transforms into a canal and people just try as hard as possible to swim out of there, but the current is pushing them back and they keep swimming and swimming, never getting out of there. There are even waves, keeping people just struggling against the current and sometimes drowning just to come above the water again and again. I cannot help to think this looks like some hell realm. At first I was also in the water like them, but unlike other people I manage to fight the current and lastly I fly out of the water and manage to get to some platform that leads to exit, I hope. I encounter a button on the wall and a door. I open the door and it’s just some storage room, but then push the button, a green light turns on and when I open the door, then it leads to a dark garage or barnyard-like place. A few people managed to follow me and as we are crossing this place, we see weird animals guarding the doors, the windows and there’s a door to some other smaller division which seems to keep locked some vicious animal which is trying to get out and attack us. We feel we need to get out of there quickly and I manage to find a very small breach on the right wall. The only problem is that from there it’s a long fall to the floor outside, right in the middle of some enclosure with more weird looking animals. For me it’s ok, cause I can fly so I go and try to find a way for people to follow me. I don’t know what I do, but I manage to save a large group of people and once they are outside and safe in a very sunny large open space, they celebrate. They make a hippie caravan and paint it with rainbows and dance and sing all the way to their next... life?
I don’t know now what to do, but I see a road. As I follow this road, I reach a place I recognize from another dream I had before, but now I’m coming from South and the other time I was coming from North. I become lucid. It’s the scenario from a dream I escaped some gangsters trying to kill me on a boat. It’s that road with some amazing flowered bushes hanging over from very high above. I fly to admire and smell this beautiful flowers and get to the top of this cliff. Up there I decide this place is fabulous to do my lucid meditation. But as soon as I sit, I wake up.

9:00 GMT

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

Bloodbath Fragment

I was in a dingy bathroom. The walls were brown and the floor was tiled dark red. Everything was dirty and the lights were really dim. There was someone in a bath with attached shower. He was bleeding.

He was then on the floor, blood gushing from his head all over the place ( c ). There were several shades of blood ( f ). Someone else was there and remarked that people had multiple levels of blood in their bodies. The lighter and more saturated the colour of the the blood the less important and the darker and less saturated the more important ( c ). The blood gushing out of the man's head was getting darker and less saturated ( f ). The person commented again that if he lost any more he would die.

Ex-Con?

I was sitting at a table in an unfamiliar room ( c ). It was some kind of apartment with white walls. Also in the room were some other people, but I didn't recognise anyone except two old school friends, L and S ( c ). I was writing and there appeared to be some kind of lesson or lecture going on ( c ).

The next think I knew everyone is leaving. I walked out and found myself on a street walking in to a supermarket.

I found myself at the check out with several items. There was a man with me that I don't recognise ( c ). His eyes were very blue and he had dark brown hair. He was slightly taller than me and wearing a white top.

I was placing my items on the checkout. I remember there being some kind of unfamiliar green fruit or vegetable ( f ). Another man who was wearing a dark jacket picked up two of my items and stuffed them inside his jacket. I gestured to protest, but he gestured that I shouldn't, so I didn't ( a ).

I was rushing to pack the carrier bag, but the check out assistant was super fast ( a ). She quickly handed me a receipt and asked for £1.50. I could read the value clearly on the receipt. I took some change out of my pocket, but dropped it all over the check out ( a ). I scrambled around looking for the money. I picked up a £1 coin, two 20p coins and searched for a 10p coin, but couldn't find one so gave her two 5p coins. I felt very flustered.

I was then leaving the supermarket with the blue eyed man. We walked back towards the apartment and saw L and S going in the other direction. I waved and L waved back, but S just looked typically miserable. While walking back I got the sense we were in a foreign country, probably somewhere in Europe ( c ).

We reached the apartment. It had an external staircase so we ascended. Stopping at the door I remarked to the blue eyed man that I was a murderer! ( i,c ) He was shocked and just stood there. I invited him in and said that we should have a drink ( a ). I walked in to the apartment, not noticing the clear signs of a disturbance throughout.

I found a bottle of some kind of alcohol on the floor. It was open but full. Somehow it was lying on its side but the liquid did not flow out ( f ). I shouted to the man that we should have a drink ( a ). Only then did I start to become aware of the state of the place. Things were broken and knocked over. There was a dart in a red sofa that looked like it had been thrown from the doorway ( c ).

The man was still standing at the door, shocked that I had randomly just told him that I was a murderer. I realised that something bad had happened while I wasn't here, but somehow knew that I would get the blame for it! ( i )

Some police walked in. One of them was a black detective guy. He was accusing me of something and I was being arrested ( c ).

Suddenly I felt that I wasn't a man any more but a blonde woman ( i,f ). I had a flashback to some kind of prison where I was sitting at a table wearing an orange jumpsuit ( i ). Another woman was being lead through a door by some guards. She looked at me. She had long dark hair and was extremely beautiful. I felt as though we were friends. I knew she was being released and that I would be soon ( i ).

Back in the apartment I felt as though she had been there recently with me and I also felt as though I had betrayed her somehow ( i ).

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

Bus Brawl

I was a kid again on the school bus ( f,c ). My friend M was there ( c ). We were arguing, I think. I beat him up quite badly ( a ). Everyone I knew on the bus was angry at me. I went to talk to the driver, and saw that it was M ( a,f,c ). I made fun of him and everyone was mad at me again ( a ).

I was really upset, but didn't want to show it. I lay down on one of the seats and closed my eyes. Everyone was getting off the bus and I sat up and turned to T in the seat behind. He said he was getting off too, even though he was always the last to get off the bus and it wasn't time for him too ( a ). I got the impression that nobody liked me very much.

Shootout

I was just a spectator, and not present ( i ).

There was a large open area. It was somewhere industrial. There were three groups of people. A group of three or four were in the centre of the wide open area. A group of two were couched by a wall, and another group of two were hiding just around a corner.

Shots were fired. The first group of two were aiming their weapons at the group of people in the centre. However, I thought I noticed that one of them was pointing his gun to his right which would have been towards the other group of two people. In the other small group one was some guy lying on the floor, and the other was Patrick Stewart ( c ). He was wearing a blue jumper with a high neck and a black blazer type jacket. He had a silenced pistol pointing at the large group.

After the hots were heard I saw Patrick Stewart had a bullet wound he wasn't expecting. He had shot someone in the central group. I could tell that he was wondering if he had been shot by one of them, but he examined the wound and determined that it must have come from his left somewhere.

I remember looking at a map view of the scene with the people expressed as dots. However there were no landmarks of the surrounding scene. The dots were being circled, and I felt like I was trying to figure something out ( i ).

The part where Patrick Stewart was shot replayed, but I knew it was a replay ( i ). I thought to myself that it was a cliffhanger and it would be revealed that he was shot from the left by the other gunman ( i ).

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i inner awareness, a action, f form, c context

Prison Complex

I was in some kind of prison complex ( c ). I felt as though I was trying to or wanted to escape. Briefly the perspective was third person and from a 2d side on perspective like a 2d side scrolling brawler or platform game ( c,i ).

Back in the first person view I was standing in a hallway. The walls, floor, ceiling, everything was grey concrete. There was a large dark window on the wall looking in to a room and a mop and bucket next to me. I moved forward slightly and as I passed a corner I noticed there was a prisoner next to me. I knew he wasn't a real prisoner. I had a sense of injustice, and I think I said something to the effect of it being unfair. The fake prisoner punched me. He had a silver coloured ring on.

Soylent Green is People!

I was at secondary school sitting in the boys changing rooms with the other people that were in my year and a few years either way above and below ( c ). We were going to be turned in to some kind of stew to feed to the current generation of kids at the school. It was supposed to make them more intelligent by absorbing the knowledge of those who had come before them, and thus raise the status of the school ( c ). I recalled that they must have done this back when we were at school and thought of S's eldest brother being turned in to a stew and having ate him.

We were being led out of the changing rooms towards the main entrance and outside when myself and some others were removed from the line by Mrs. M ( c ). Apparently we were being spared to be part of some special group. We were standing around outside of the main entrance. I only recognised L ( c ). She was standing across from me looking disinterested. Mrs. M explained that we were going to have some special procedure done that would make us unable to hear a certain frequency of sound. She ten revealed that I already naturally was unable to hear the frequency, and I recalled that this was true ( c,i ).

Along with the ability to hear the particular frequency, we would also gain the ability to not be detected by a certain scanning device ( c,f ). I imagined a strange hand-held device with a blue light on top of an antenna that would beep faster when it was facing its target person. I was then talking with L and explained that the downside to not being able to hear the frequency was not being able to hear some alarms.

I woke up with tinnitus...

Puppy Cake

I was in a supermarket. Everything looked like a cartoon ( f,c ). I was looking over at an aisle with cereal on the shelves. There were men dressed like superheroes. One in particular was dressed in a purple suit. He was wearing glasses over the face mask. and had regular looking shoes on. I knew he wasn't a real superhero but was doing some kind of promotion related to the cereal.

I was in a queue for the checkout with Joe from Family Guy ( c ). He was still a cartoon but his hands and arms looked real ( f ). We shook hands -- his hands were extremely sweaty and it was kind of gross. I could see the sweat on his palms. The superhero guy shouted over to us that the cereal Joe was buying wasn't as good unless you ate it where it was made. It was some kind of chocolate based cereal in a yellow box. Joe replied that Quahog was where it was made, and that was where we were ( c ). Then we high-fived, and again his hands were really sweaty.

I was suddenly holding a blancmange and cake based dessert ( f ). It was in the shape of the face of a dog. It was white with brown ears and had it's tongue out. The eyes were not quite on centre, so it looked a bit retarded. I placed it on the checkout conveyor. Joe's wife commented that it looked just like a dog they used to have that died. We started to eat it then and there. When we bit in to it, it made a strange noise ( f ). Joe's wife commented that the dog they had made the exact same strange noise...

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

Playing Mouse Trap

I was walking down the stairs at home. There was an old man with long white hair, wearing no top and tight trousers. He was on the ceiling above me. Suddenly he threw a mouse trap at me! It managed to catch me and snapped shut, gripping my skin. Ouch! I quickly removed it and threw it back at him. It caught him on the back and snapped shut, gripping his skin in much the same way. He scurried off.

Downstairs I ran in to my brother. He explained that a weird old man had just thrown a mouse trap at him. He also told me that it was some kind of twisted game where the 101st person to be caught by it would die. Of course, he threw it at me and it again caught me. Naturally, I was having none of it and I threw it back.

We proceeded to chase each other around the house throwing it at each other in turn. We were essentially trying to kill each other, which isn't very brotherly. Eventually he missed me, and I threw it at him again. I suddenly recall no more of the dream, so I don't know if it ended, I killed him, or if something else happened.

New Bioware Game

One of the guys that runs the game developer Bioware was showing me a new game they were working on. There was a big LCD screen and he was walking me through it, although the dream seemed mostly like my perspective was that of the camera in the game rather than me looking at a screen.

Strangely, it wasn't really an RPG but more of a Real-Time Strategy game. There were tribal looking guys standing around a camp fire. He sent them out and eventually he captured a small group of people who were hanging out on the map. Then he captured some more and built a large tent structure. There was a guy of some significance, like a leader character for the settlement or something. Anyway, it was explained that he was automatically generated, but could be deleted and a new one placed which could be named and have his appearance customised. So, the guy was deleted and a new guy created. He was showing me what were pre-generated characters. He selected from portrait pictures similar to the Baldur's Gate games, but they became increasingly surreal looking like strange abstract portraits.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

Three dreams recalled from last night. It's been a while since I've had multiple recall! I should have written down the second one during the night because there was so much to it, but oh well, you live and learn.

Clone Dance

I was watching people dance. They were on a stage and all were men. One of the men was there three times. He explained that one of the other two identical people was his son -- who was identical to him but about 2 inches shorter -- and the other was just doing a very good impersonation of him. The original guy and the guy doing the impersonation laughed and started to do a rather complex dance routine, which was pretty exiting to watch.

Cornered

I was in my brother's room. However it was lined with a rusty metal tank. The corners of the tank had been cut away. One by one they were covered up by objects that fit into the specific sized holes in corners. The final hole was filled by the top of a man's head. He was bald. I recognised him as Jesse from Burn Notice. I felt like he had betrayed me. It went dark, but then I remember being outside of the tank.

Taking the Fall

I was in one of my old science classrooms at back at secondary school. Three kids were there who were in the year above me, L, N, and P.

For some unknown reason they were coming at me as though they were going to beat me up. I told them that they were mistaken if they thought it would be so easy and that I could take all three of them. I quickly dispatched L to the ground and then tussled with N. P was about to attack me when he was struck down by a stool. I dropped N to the floor and turned to see that Elliot from Leverage was in the room and had helped me out. Turning to P I saw that the stool legs had impaled his chest and he lay dead, oozing blood.

The door to the classroom flung open. There was a man demanding to know what happened. I explained, but said that I had picked up the stool and killed P by accident during the fight.

Now the room was full of people. We had to stand in a line around the classroom, almost like we were soldiers standing to attention. I was told I had to stand at the end because I has a disgrace and that my future at the school was in question. I felt really sad. I looked around the room and caught Elliot's eye. He looked grateful by also very sad.

Someone was droning on about something. Most people were bored of listening and started leaning on the walls and desks.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

I was on my primary school playing field, although everyone around me was from my secondary school. A kid I used to know, T, was kicking this other kid who was on the floor. Then T set fire to him! Everyone who was nearby was totally shocked at what had happened.

Somehow he managed to get away with it. I was aware it was now another day and I was in the same place. T was again kicking the same kid, except he was covered in burns. Again he set fire to the kid! Nobody had grassed him up before, but I decided I was going to. The kid who was burning slowly turned black... it was quite horrible to watch.

I was then in a class room talking to one of T's best friends, S. He was pissed off that I had grassed up T, but kind of understood. He was more interested in trying to get me to burn some DVD for him though. S was trying to convey the title to me as a code so nobody listening knew what it was. I had no idea what he was on about.

The next thing I knew I was in a different class room talking to another of T's friends, D, who used to be a good friend of mine. He was super pissed at me and called me a grass. I just told him whatever and that T was a psycho.

Then I was talking to someone about various TV shows, movies, and games and it was like a debate of some kind, but I can't remember any details.

June 20, 2010 - I'm up to date now!

Synopsis: First dream random. In the second dream, after trying to shop for dad I get accused of stealing! Third dream. In a war torn world, I remain the faithful student of a buddha, using my powerful psychokinetic gift to help stop the violence. But me and my partner are considered freaks, and the very city we love to protect turns on us! Only my teacher can help me now.

Night Time Note: Tonight was the first night I did my Dolphin Dream Mantra. But when it came time to visualizing, it was hard to focus on the ocean.

Dream Recall
I woke up. I couldn't really remember my dream anymore. But I just wrote what came to my head anyways. I'm making a painting of a dolphin. There is a rich man, evil man, who hired a hitman. Or someone hired a hitman to kill him.

Father's Day and Thieving at Work
I'm working alone. Where is everyone else? My sister is here with me to help me pick out some art supplies for my dad. I thought today would be a quiet day at work - but I'm getting swamped by costumers! And, I realize that I'm picking out all the wrong things. These brushes and paints won't do. I need to get the list I've left at home.

I leave the art supply store with my sister at 3pm. That means I closed the store two hours earlier than normal. I hope my boss doesn't yell at me. I get home and I've got my list. I start flying back to the art supply store. That's when I become slightly lucid and remember - wait - it is Father's Day. Were closed today! So I opened the store and suffered annoying costumers for no reason.

But I didn't come completely lucid. I still thought I could buy my dad some presents within the dream.

I get to the store, and all the other employees are here. What's going on? My boss frowns and explains this costumer wants to sue the entire store, for millions! She claims that I STOLED her anatomy art book. Me? What? I didn't steal anything!

I can hear her mouthing away with the cops. Painting a story that were horrible employees, doped up and drunken, and how I'm the worst one having stole her anatomy art book. Now the millions she's asking for would close this store for good! I tell her frankly - You're a lying bitch!

This whole dream was getting ridiculous. The cops approach me and I tell my side of the story. I did bring an anatomy art book home, because I brought it to work. It's not mine, but it belongs to my dad. They want proof. FINE! I storm out to go get my anatomy art book. Then I wake up. Remembering I wasn't going to buy art supplies for dad anyways. Stupid dream.

Psychokinetic Detective
It's the 1940's, it's the second world war. And everyone has a thick New York accent. Me and my partner are detectives. But because of our unique background, we are not well liked. Thanks to my teacher, I'm gifted with psychokinetic powers - all for the name of peace of course. My partner is actually my pupil, as well as a good friend. (reoccurring dream character)

You can find my mysterious teacher in our equally strange apartment. Everything in our apartment is shimmering, and sparkling, a cross between pearls and slug slime. Bright colors. And glowing bubbles are coming from the bathtub. where of all places, is where I meet my teacher. He's this glowing presence standing in the center of my bubbling bathtub. I only see him once in the dream before heading out on my adventure.

There's a nasty war going on. Enemy tanks parade the streets. And our idiot government thinks blasting them away with aerial bombs is the best defense. As if the aerial bombs don't destroy our city! A timed series of blasts, earth shaking, the sky lighting up. Some where another part of the city has been blown up.

I'm flying in a helicopter with my partner and other city cops. Normies, I call them. We're surveying the area.

"Look!"

In a ghetto part of town, enemy tanks were lining up. I could hear the cops calling in the find, so the soldier boys can drop their damn bombs. I had to do something!! I hold out my palm, and using my powers I move the tanks! The tanks roll over, upside down, rendered useless. I moved some of them too quickly, and you can hear the sound of steel crashing. I hoped I didn't injure the men inside, even if they were our enemies.

When we land, some of the cops and soldier boys seemed annoyed with what I did. My gift makes them uncomfortable. As we survey on foot, we run into more enemy tanks. And again, before the boys can call in the find, I move the tanks and render them useless. It's not always easy for me, so I'm glad the tanks move slow. The normies are sneering and sizing me up!

I ask my partner "Did I do the right thing?"

He smiles warmly and says "Yes. 'Teach would be proud."

That's right. I had to keep reminding myself who my teacher was. A pacifist, a buddha, my teacher wouldn't want me to use my gift any other way. I had to be careful when moving the tanks not to use too much force.

Were done patrolling! All the enemy tanks have been destroyed, or rendered useless thanks to me. The government declares the war over! Victory! And the once empty streets are starting to fill with people. But as we walk back to the station we pass by one very tiny overlooked street.

We ran into one last enemy tank. No big deal, just one tank, and it's a tiny tank too. We'll get rid of it while the city celebrates. But before I could even hold out my palm, the tank races towards us. It was coming so fast - we had to run or be run over! I had no idea a tank could move this fast! Is this the enemy's new secret weapon?

The cops pull out their guns but they're useless. My partner runs too slow and the tank attacks him. He's down! Damn, I have to do something. I stand in the middle of the street and hold my palm. I know by the time I can focus on moving the tank, the tank will fire. The tank flips overs!! It's energy beam hits me! But it feels like sticky taffy? What is this? My partner gets up and wipes himself clean.

We recollect ourselves and run around the corner. Checking every street, waiting anxiously for the next dangerously fast tank. Nothing.

The General comes, I quickly warn him the city is in danger. He drives me to the hospital himself. I assumed it was to make sure this sticky goo didn't infect me with something freaky. But when I get there I realize, this is a nut house! The nurses and clerks look at me with distaste. The cops who escorted me look pleased. They've probably have been waiting for the day for a freak like me to be locked up.

"What's going on!" I demand as the cops sign me in.

The General comes in and explains"I'm sorry. But I had to do this. I talked to my boys and they said there was no tank! There is no enemy secret weapon."

They look at me with those eyes. The eyes you use to size up a crazy man. "No! You're men are lying! They've been waiting to lock me up!"

They drag my partner in with handcuffs, he looks defeated. I yell "Ask him! Did you see the tank?"

He looks up with sad eyes "Yes, I did!" And they take him away to a cell.

I slam my hand on the table. "Dammit General!! There were four people out there. Now me and my partner say we saw a tank. Your boys say they didn't. That's two and two. That's a 50 and 50 chance the tank is and isn't real. You have no choice but to investigate yourself! That tank fired something strange. It would have left a residue. Look for it!"

The General storms out of the room with the rest of the cops. The clerks tinker away with their paper work. I'm sure they're trying to find me a room. Well, hopefully the General will do the right thing, and realize the city is in danger. Tap-tap-tap.

I can see the General's head peaking from the back door. I sneak back there and he opens the back door for me. "I know you're not crazy. But the city is in denial. We'll have to work in secret."

He leads me away. Where once were long streets of the city, are now long corridors and hallways. We've set up in the corner of the hallway. Waiting anxiously for the next dangerous tank. I've left my partner behind, he could use a break. The General and some ladies go through piles of paper work. Looking for clues of an enemy experiment. When they find something unsettling.

It's a newspaper clipping years ago, about a mad scientist trying to create psychokinetic monsters. The ladies look at me with those eyes. I shake my head "That's propaganda!"

Something catches my attention. My spider senses are going off! I look down the hallway. "General, something is coming." It's outside. Coming closer and closer. My heart is beginning to race. "What is it?" I look passed the hallway, passed the exit door. It's a mob!

"A mob of angry people are coming for this building. They have no weapons, only their bear fists and grinding teeth." I can see them on top the hillside coming closer and closer. The General stands up. "Who are they? Can you read their minds? Are they our citizens? Are they the enemy?"

The General wants to know whether he can open fire on them or not. But I can't allow him to fire either way. "I don't know. Theres too many minds. All I sense is their anger and hatred! They're coming!"

The exit door bursts open! I jump in front of the angry mob, leading them safely away from the General and the others. I let the mob chase me after hallway and hallway. There's so many of them! I use my powers to knock one man off his feet, trying to slow the mob down. But they trample him to death! Crap! My teacher isn't going to like that.

I fly! I fly faster and take a sharp turn. Losing the mob. I hide in a room. What should I do? I look outside the window. I know what to do, I have to lead them back outside. The mob has dispersed. Attacking anyone they run into. I fly into a clerks office. She is a black woman with curly hair (reoccurring dream character). She doesn't like me very much.

"I know I know. This is my mess. I need you to do something. Tell the angry mob that I'm waiting for them outside."

"And you think they'll just go?"

"Of course, they're here for me. Go and tell them!"

She tells her assistant to carry out the task instead. The assistant does as told.

I fly outside. I need high ground. So I fly to higher roof. And a higher roof. I call to my partner to help me. He flies to me and stands by my side. The first angry mobster comes stumbling out of the building. He flies up to where I am. I had no idea normies could fly! He snarls and hisses like a beast! I focus energy into my hands, when I do, my partner disappears (reoccurring theme).

He attacks me! I grab his face with my hands, and draw out the evil energy possessing him! "Be free!!" Lol..exorcism. The man is free from the evil within him. He goes limp, and falls to the floor. Two angry mobsters come out. And I have to act even quicker. But the next group was about ten angry mobsters. Crap. Too many. I can't handle them all!

I fly away and I fly even higher. But they keep up with me. Screaming, taunting me. Without realizing I had flown all the way back to my glowing iridescent apartment. That's it!! I can't handle them, but if there is one person who can heal this angry mob it's my teacher.

The glowing magical bubbles surround me. The angry mob gets closer and closer, hissing, snarling, cursing. I start to sing a lullaby to lure them in. . . . . "Oh holy room of wonders!"

Then I wake up