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I'm not sure how many times I went back into this dream but it was a whole lot. I did it for a good 3-4 hrs. Chaining back into the same dream so many times was something I used to do but not lately... Even though it was a dark dream scene it was a relief to know I hadn't forgotten how to do this all together as I had feared.... There were all kinds of races of people which made me smile. But unfortunately we were living in the rubble of a city that was ravaged after war. People were living in burnt out apartments & townhouses. Warehouses & lean two's. Living in poverty where there was only water & food where you could find it. No officials or police. Violence with no accountability. Strangely enough I saw no guns which I was looking for. There were little kids sitting on a stoop all disheveled & sad. A woman selling her goods of sorts. She had some kind of fuse & was attaching it to some kind of M80 looking thing that you see on the 4th of July. I know because we buy them, lol. I watched her for a long time. I kept wincing waiting for it to blow up & I was really nervous because I was really never sure what it was. Like I was saying she was trying to attach a fuse to a M80 & would light it! It looked like she was showing them how much time it would take for the fuse to burn & then she would pinch it & make it snuff out. She did this so many times. One of the times I woke up was actually by Meesha & I just brushed her off & dove back into my dream. I could have done many other things in this state but lucid dreaming must be first about myself. Fun is secondary. This was so revealing about what I see in our world today & my fears of what the US will become. There were children running all around this woman & I feared the worst. I had such a drive to find what hidden meanings I could from this dream state. Finally one child was not so fortunate when she didn't snuff it in time. This again was one of the times I woke up & fell right back into my dream state to do what I would in real life & try to help the child. I frequently say that in my dreams I have a serious drive to stay true to my morals so this reaction was not uncommon for me. I could easily just shifted gears but what good would that do? Yes I could go off & change the scene but how often do you get to help others in real life up close in personal. I always say if I hit the lottery I would help ppl not give to organizations who funnel money that never sees its real way to help someone. Anyway, I looked for help for the child but there was none of course. I went to an apartment nearby & finally a man took the child from me. I hadn't seen a single person that I knew through all of this which is not typical for me. But I no sooner have this fleeting thought & I see my first husband & I run up to him & hug him because I have been alone all of this time. He would not be my top choice to be stuck w/ during end times for sure but I do know he would protect me strangely enough. I then look to my left & there is a man handing out cotton candy out of a machine. It looked like a popcorn machine w/ an overlarge opening that looked like where gum comes out of a gumball machine. At this point I know what this all means, believe it or not. I now hear Meesha IRL meowing weird so I get up to see what's going on.....

01/11/2017
Dream Fragment One
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The only thing I remember are some vague images of sex, and then my landlord coming by and giving me shit about something or other. I just did what I could to avoid him, while he was hanging around.


Dream Two
"Cancelling the Apocalypse"
(Lucid)

I was with two other guys, and we were being stalked by the Marvel supervillain, Apocalypse. We were in some tall, unfinished building, surrounded by a cage of unfinished walls and concrete pillars. Apocalypse had this very Jason Voorhees type of way of following us, slowly and almost casually, before just "appearing" nearby, to try and attack us. (I had been watching beta gameplay from the new Friday the 13th game, not long before bed, which I believe inspired the way he gave chase in the dream.)

On about the 3rd floor of this hollow building structure, Apocalypse appeared and snatched up of the guys in our party, disappearing with him and reappearing somewhere down on the first floor. We could see him through the many openings in the incomplete floors beneath us, holding our ally up by the throat, with his back against one of the support columns. I can't remember exactly what he did to our guy, but I remember it being very vicious and gory, as if he just ripped him apart, with his bare hands, in a shower of blood. Knowing it was too late to do anything about it, we started running again, and before I had a chance to even know where I was going, Apocalypse was back on the third(ish) floor with us, stepping out from behind a corner just as I passed by, and coming straight for me. Having no time to think of a safe escape, and after having seen what he just did to the other guy, I immediately lept from the ledge that I was approaching, still about 3 storeys up - basically resigning to the fact that I was Not going to enjoy the landing.

In a panic, while careening toward the ground below me and preparing for the inevitable onslaught of pain and possible broken bones that awaited, I instinctively realized that this couldn't really be about to happen. This had to be a dream!! Without a moment to second-guess it, I pushed my feet straight down and braced for impact, relieved when I stuck the landing in an almost effortless crouch. I knew that Apocalypse would soon follow behind me, though, so I instinctively lunged backward, throwing my right elbow back and cracking him in the face with it, when he predictably showed up behind me. (Not sure if he was always going to be there, or if my anticipating him being behind me caused him to just 'be there'.)

I didn't stop there, though, immediately turning around and rushing him with a barrage of punching combinations to the head and gut, confidently and aggressively driving him back with each solid hit. While in mid-attack, I wondered if I should not get too carried away and try stabilizing the dream before it ended or I lost my lucidity, but I was fired up and didn't want to stop hitting him. It was only a matter of seconds, though, before the dream fell apart and I woke up.

12/17/2016
Fragment One
"Screamulator"
I was on a virtual reality / roller coaster hybrid-thing with Cierra. It was supposed to be scary, but it really wasn't all that impressive...at first. At some points, along the ride, I would lift up my VR visor and look at the inner-workings of the ride. It was some bizarre marriage of industrial-grade, metallic structures, electronics, and live, supernatural-looking creatures - as if many of the virtual creatures we were seeing in the visors had actual, real-world counterparts, which were being manipulated (practically-tortured) for the purpose of making this ride work.

It was very strange and surreal, and I don't think Cierra ever took off her visor and saw what was going on.

Fragment Two
"Snowy Trail with JJ"
My girlfriend and I were walking down a snowy mountain, at night. At some time during our walk, we were approached and followed by a white wolf. At first, it made my girlfriend nervous, but I squatted down a little, as it came close, and put out my hand. The wolf moved into it and allowed me to pet it without incident. It then continued to follow us on our walk, until being deterred by a large, tan/orange scorpion that cross our path. It wandered off in one direction, following the scorpion.



12/19/2016
"Reality Killavision"

This started as some sort of mix of a haunted house and a TV show. There was a group of about a dozen people, all moving through this "haunted" set. During the course of the show, people would be disappearing from the group, one by one, and sometimes completely new people would take their place. It felt very Saw/Hostel-inspired. Later, though, the 'fantasy' nature of the show disappeared, and we found that we were all in very real danger - not so much from anything supernatural, but from actual murderers lurking within the set, including a sniper who was waiting in one very large room with a high wall on the far side.

12/08/2016
"New World Disorder"

Tony, BR, MR and I decided to infiltrate a Neo-Nazi rally.

We were being led down into what seemed like an underground garage, surrounded by Neo-Nazis. Most were stereotypical - white, with shaved heads - but there were a few minorities speckled throughout the crowd as well. En route to the meeting area, we passed through several rooms that looked as if they were ripped out of the "generic haunted house" handbook; various torture chambers - both physical and psychological - with a number of digital monitors showing compilations of gruesome acts of violence that were, undoubtedly, being performed on the people being held captive within this place.

We were herded into a main room and shuffled our way toward the back of the gathering of maybe a little over 100 people, trying as best we could to blend in as sympathetic to their cause, in order to observe their actions and rhetoric. One man spoke from the podium and, though I can't really remember much of what he said, it was all too constantly met with cheers and chanting from the mob.

Before long, the rallying cries began to take on a tone of suspicion and accusation, waves of negativity progressing through the crowd and making their way back toward us. The group was becoming more and more alarmed that there were traitors or 'outsiders' among them. It didn't take long before we were confronted and discovered to be...disloyal. A long chase inevitably ensued, and we were soon sprinting through the halls of this expansive facility, which was gradually morphing from a dank, dilapidated, present-day industrial setting and into a sanitized, futuristic and seemingly state-funded Base of Operations with grayed-out metal and stone interiors that looked pretty-distinctly Sci-Fi. Armed sentries pursued us while we dodged and darted within the halls, at one point coming to an annex and staring down the barrel of a massive cannon that they had instantly erected in our path before we changed directions and ran down an other hallway before the group of henchmen manning the unnecessarily-large weapon could get a single shot off.

Having split from my group while running, I was being tailed by a small squad of Nazis (now in even more militaristic attire), when I turned a corner of an apartment-style hallway, ducking into the first open door that I saw and closing the door behind me. Inside, I ran into a young woman who was quite startled by my having barged into her room. Frantically, I whispered a plea for her help and gave her a brief rundown of what had happened. Apparently, she was one of many people being held by these fascists against her will, so she was willing to aid me by shoving her into her closet. The patrol kept on searching, so I had to remain in this cramped space for most of the day. The girl ended up taking a nap on the bed across the room, and there eventually came a knock at the door. The guards were doubling back and checking the rooms, individually.

The girl didn't hear the first few knocks, or the demands for the door to be opened. Fearing they were going to burst in and search the place, I picked up a shoe from the closet floor and chucked it across the tiny apartment, hitting her with it and waking her up just in time for her to respond to the guards. She tried to get them to leave her be, but they insisted upon coming in, just before I was able to fully shut the closet door - which the girl noticed. She tried to keep their attention from the closet but, from the darkness, I could see that they were starting to glance over toward my hiding place in suspicion. When they did, the girl raised a huge stink about how they were immoral thugs, disrespecting her privacy. She was even able to call in another female friend to back her up. The friend came in, immediately chastising the guards for being so cruel as the pair whipped up some crocodile tears and began to console each other for this apparently sexist infraction. The newcomer seemed to know all about the rouse, and was playing along perfectly.

It worked. The guards, not wanting to get too caught up in this seemingly-overwhelming display of female emotion, ended up leaving the room without fully searching the place. The two strangers had saved me, and when I was sure the patrol was gone, I set back out to find my friends.

I remember one last fragment about being on the outside architecture of the base, maybe a few hundred feet above ground and cornered by the patrol, yet again. I don't recall how the whole thing ended, though.

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(Possible inspirations: a topic recently came up, where some friends and I were reminiscing on a time when we created fake accounts for Stormfront.com, which is a "White Nationalist/Supremacist" website, and did a hilarious trolling raid on them, some 10 years or so ago. Obviously, with everything that has been going on in American politics, as of late, the subject matter has been on my mind.)

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This dream featured me breaking into some kind of facility, and killing guards who got in my way. I used a pistol on most of them, quickly dispatching them with headshots. Then I got to a long corridor, where I was attacking by a pretty tall and muscular guy. For some reason I could not use my pistol, so I pulled out a knife and fought him that way. I ended up stabbing him pretty brutally in the neck (and in his body, I stabbed him several times)... which wasn't easy because he had the size advantage. While this was happening, I had visions of events that were happening in the adjacent room. Best way to describe the experience is "having two dreams at the same time". One is the dream I just described, featuring myself as main character, in the other I was "the camera", viewing a scene in the room next door...

So, in this scene, I saw the large room accessed through the corridor in which I was fighting. It was an operating room, but a very large one, with a high ceiling. *REDACTED* was on the operating table, possibly naked. Doctors were taking samples from her nails, I think... At this point she was dead. They took her body to a morgue in the room next door (south of this room, my corridor was to the west). I felt terrible, knowing what they'd done to her, but this wouldn't stop me from getting to her and making things right. Sadly, I never got to bust into that operating room. The dream ended there.

30.06.2016

Death in the House of Cards (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

First one back. Pretty basic, but it's a start.


I'm in the world of House Of Cards, in some sort of lab. There's some weird green insect, about the size of a small dog, being extracted from Frank--I don't know what for.

A woman doctor is trying to not let me die, while undertaking some kind of operation, I suspect to make me stronger or something. The whole lab ignites from her intensely passionate concentration.

As I leave, I see a guy flicking through politicians' profiles on his computer--including Donald Trump--trying to decide who next to target for whatever reason. He says to me, 'watch the exit'. Walking through the lobby of the building I see someone I recognise say 'I want to shoot someone today'. An innocent passerby overhears but it's too late, and one of the politicians I've just seen on the computer is killed in the crowd.

I walk out the unguarded exit, as part of this was clearly meant to be a distraction. I look to the left to see Trump walking out of the building in a different direction, and I suspect he has been turned into a sleeper agent.

I used zzzquil because i had to get to sleep, Its gonna be unhealthy if i keep using it.

First dream was at mcdonalds, and it was very crowded, people were going to stay there the whole day for some reason, others were popping by like it was one big party or reunion or something. I met Jennifer, an old asian friend I had calculus 1 with back in college, I met Priscilla who I knew for a long time when I was a waiter, gave her a big hug and lifted her off the ground. I think she was single so she was acting a little flirty. Among many other people there and I was drunk at mcdonalds too. I tried to go outside and drive but I was too drunk so i decided to eat somewhere else. Nearby was a few restaurants that looked combined together like they would be in a city, although the mcdonalds was a standalone restaurant in my suburban hometown. I go and eat at a place that sells Shrimp and Boudin balls and other really tasty things. We eat get desert which was really a pan, with aluminum foil on top, and happy birthday was written in chocolate icing with star sprinkles on it and we just ate the icing but somehow it was still really good. After that me and my family got in a car and started driving, I was still drunk but was watching the car move and wondering how many times i would have fucked up along this drive if i was the one driving instead. Soon enough everyone in my family gets in a different car and I have to drive even though I'm drunk. I can't even figure out which pedal is the gas or breaks, and I have trouble working the gears because its manual for some reason, and its like I'm in some racing game in an old european city. Theres brick streets, old buildings and the sun is shining. I go up a hill under a building that arches over the street as a bridge, so im shadowed under it, I try shifting gears at the top of a hill and go real slow, I end up getting 5th in the race just trying to figure everything out while drunk and my family abandoning me. I see people waiting in a little area next to the finish line as everyone finishes and goes to join them. Dream ends around there.

Second dream was the shortest one, I was in some apartment and there was a few people in there. This girl walks up to me like I have finally arrived and tells me to take off my clothes and there is a platinum condom waiting for me. Theres supposed to be a muslim girl thats supposed to walk in and I have no idea whats going on. I take off my clothes and get in the bed and theres a platinum condom under the pillow. I get kind of excited im about to have sex. thats where it ends.

Third dream, there was a big house party in some sort of four level house, this was a long dream. Long dreams like this i forget the chronological order so I try to guess. There was a part where most people were in the pool area, some people were in a room outside my room to sleep in and get changed. I talked with Russel and we had some kind of RC device we were playing with. I was nude and went into a small pool next to some stairs on a multilevel porch system. I realized there were kids nearby so I took a towel and wrapped myself up under the water before I came out, somehow the towel was not soaking wet. I went upstairs to change and for some reason I was going to go with two guys on an errand. We end up stopping by somewhere and they beat up and shoot a black man with stubs for legs. They shoot him in the abdomen and hes squirming on the ground, they take his wallet and phone and everything and leave him lying there. We drive back to the house and I decide not to go with them on their "next errand". They give me a clicker that has something to do with their errand, I go up to my room and take a nap. I wake up and the rc car is doing something against the door, I open it and there is a wasp doing something, I tell the cleaning lady but she doesnt care. I go downstairs and everyone has left, few people left say I took a long nap. Im in the kitchen eating with people from the party, the clicker starts clicking rapidly going higher and higher but I have no idea what it means. Dream ends.

Chris Betrays Ronda
Ronda Rousey is getting interviewed in an octagon ring by Chris Weidman. Ronda flips out and tries to slap him. She's very angry and emotional. It's as if Chris betrayed her in some way. She continues trying to attack Chris by throwing head kicks etc at him. Chris is blocking majority of strikes and is looking a bit befuddled or guilty in the situation. Ronda is grappling with him against the fence and is using her head to try and control him. Eventually Chris gets away and has a bit of a smirk on his face.

I can't figure out what caused the reaction from Ronda, so I think about digging deeper to figure out what happened. I see some of the UFC fighters warming up or exercising. I was thinking that maybe I could see what happened between Ronda and Chris in this scene. It looks like Ronda is arching her back over someone else's back.

Dream Fragment
I've come from around near my primary school, and now waiting at the crossing. I see Bruce. He's wearing a suit that looks odd on him, being that he's a skinny tall guy. As we walk across the crossing, I think I fall over. Myself, Bruce and the crossing guy have a chat. I joke around saying Bruce is a shit bloke or something.

(first and foremost, let me tell you that English isn't my native language so at times it might get hard to understand what I'm saying and for that I apologize)

I had a few dreams tonight, I can remember pieces of two, but I had a SUPER VIVID one that I decided to share.

I'm walking on these tall, huge wooden catwalks. I can see houses and the street below me and I instantly know that the streets aren't safe. Zombies. Of course. It's a freaking zombie apocalypse. I’m oddly calm, and I can see other people going about their business. One section of the catwalks start shaking and people start panicking. Zombies are attacking.

I manage to run away as I see a couple of the sections crashing down. It pisses me off to no end. I can’t stand zombies ruining our lives anymore. I walk back to the settlement. Which is basically a group of humans living in the ruins of an old suburban house.

(It kind of looks like one of the on torn down houses from that suburban area in the game “The Last of Us”.)

My sister asks me what happened and I tell her sections 7 and 8 (or maybe it was 6 and 7? I know one them was 7!) are gone. I ask about our parents and she tells me they are out looking for food. It seemed like something people did regularly.

I see 3 guys armed to the teeth. One of them is Marcelo, a dude I went to school with (I haven’t talked to him in almost 20 years), then there’s an old college buddy Danny and the third guy I can’t remember who it was. They all looked bad ass each had an assault rifle, military fatigues, bullet proof vest.

They were going to go zombie hunting. Since I was super pissed I decided to go as well. Apparently, I used to run with those guys back in the day. I wasn’t as bad ass as they were, but I was good with a camera and I used to film our adventures.

So I got my helmet camera, and my 9MM. I was super pissed I couldn’t find my Mossberg 500 (it’s a shotgun), Marcelo is super upset that I lost the shotgun that HE GAVE ME. I figured one of the people took with them when they went out to look for food. I see an old shitty rifle and for some reason I decide not to take it with me. I’m embarrassed by it. (WHAT THE HECK, BRAIN?! A SHITTY RIFLE IS BETTER THAN NO RIFLE AT ALL!)

My sister begs me not to go. She’s afraid something bad might happen to me, but I’m still angry. I want to kill some zombies to get back at them. So we walk out of the settlement and into another abandoned house. We see a group of zombies. Marcelo fires a shot, to get their attention.

Suddenly there’s LOADS of zombies coming to the house and I only have a goddamn 9mm. I’m shooting like a motherf- and I’m actually hitting them. Nothing happens, though. The zombies don’t die. They manage to get into the house. Danny is gone. Unidentified Dude is gone. Marcelo is like “WHACK THEM IN THE HEAD WITH YOUR GUN!” (I mean, sure if shooting them in the head wasn’t working, that’d definitely do the trick).

Zombie dog tries to attack me and I’m kicking it away. Whacking a Zombie in the head. I know I’m going to die. I think back to my sister telling me not to go. She was right. I should’ve stayed at the settlement. That’s when I wake up.

The funniest thing about this dream is that, I used to play this videogame called "War Z" (later renamed "Infestation") with a group of friends. It's set in a zombie apocalypse, of course. While the game was a LOT of fun, and while we DID have a blast, we sucked nuts at it. We were constantly being killed either by other players or by hordes of zombies. This dream made me think of those gaming sessions. I wonder if it was because I played FIFA with one of them last night... hmm...

Aldo vs McGreggor
I can see Eddy Betts. He's just kicked a bag full of goals, maybe 8 or so.

I'm at my home and I see Eddy and Connor McGregor outside, under the veranda. They're about to fight. A referee is also there, it's Yamasaki. As they're waiting for the fight to start, they are pretending to attack one another, by getting really close to each other, but not touching. I think Eddy is now Aldo. Aldo is the first one to crack, and actually begin fighting for real. They are both on the ground and grappling one another. Connor throws a reserve elbow from the ground and it brutally knocks Aldo unconscious. It's a sickening blow. I go over to Aldo to check if he's ok, but he's still unconscious. I think Aldo is my dog REX for a moment, before turning back to Aldo. I lay down next to Aldo and get him in a submission while he's still unconscious, by pulling his head a certain way which will cut off his ability to breath, causing him to pass out. He must wake up mid way through, as I feel a resistance. I feel this just as a wake up.

Dream 1: The Great White Shark and Dreamer the Judo Master

I was on a deck that sitting on the ocean with Dreamer. She was showing me the Australian ocean and I went swimming in it for a minute. When I got out, a great white shark followed me up onto the deck and started to chomp at my little toes. Dreamer calmly walked over and pushed some pressure points while leaning onto the side of this shark that was wildly biting at the air. She then used a masterful JUDO move to redirect the shark's force and push it back into the ocean. I looked around and saw some young kids playing a game where they threw a bunch of golden coins into the water and then dove in after them. I thought about diving into the water to join in the fun but thought twice, considering the recent great white shark incident was still on my mind a bit.

The dream suddenly changed drastically. The kids swam to the surface and began to swim away with coins in their mouths (they were chocolate I guess). They were fleeing from old 17th century frigates that had appeared on the horizon, sporting the insignia of the knights templar on their sails. The ships quickly came to the shore and I became semi-lucid. Ninjas, ogres, and pirates came flooding out of the ships in waves. I mounted a machine gun turret and started firing away at the waves of advancing enemy hordes. I felt pretty bad about it, but I just reminded myself that it was a dream and that I could pretend it was like a video game. The dream started to get bloodier. This one two-headed ogre got really torn to shreds by my bullets and blood went everywhere.
My line of men started to get overrun by a wave of nodachi samurai. I woke up soon after that.

Dream 2: Rec Center Battle

I was in a recreation center that was set up like an obstacle course. There was a pool of water below and there were these narrow walkways for maneuvering around while above the water. A battle quickly ensued. I was running on walls and shooting down the other people playing, knocking them out of the competition. I started shooting at one guy that was invincible, a hacker. He laughed at me as I shot at him and the bullets did nothing to him, then he pulled out a giant gun and I dove into the water to hide. I swam around looking for a gun to use that might be able to get around his invincibility hacks, nothing.

After looking for awhile, there were only 3 people left in the competition: me, the hacker, and some random dude. I swam to the surface and started to run on the walls again. The hacker guy started to chase after me, laughing because he knew that I couldn't fight back. I swam into the water and found a grenade launcher that looked like an old nerf gun that I might have used when I was a little kid. I noticed that I could breathe underwater and thought that was strange. I quickly loaded the nerf gun grenade launcher and I noticed that it wasn't working very well. The hacker was running towards me so I shot it at his feet and he got launched into the air and into some machine that crushed his body. Both me and the random guy were happy that the hacker guy lost, but I was pretty sure I was in a dream at this point. I dove into the water and saw all these pills bottles with lucid dreaming pills in them. One was prescribed to OpheliaBlue, the drugs were called Dream Cosmos. There were three others but that was the only one that I remembered

I started to pick up money on the floor of the pool and thought about why I was doing it, considering it was only a dream, but I decided that I was having fun so it didn't even matter if I wouldn't get to keep it when I woke up. I left the rec center, arms full of loot and with a big smile on my face. I woke up.

Dream 3: Forgot it :'( Was lucid though

Did a small WBTB and told Dreamer that I would have a dream with her.

Dream 4: Element Bending in a Forest

I was walking down a path with some random Dream character that had some kind of bending powers that I can't remember. I remember that I had power over water though. I lost the other DC somewhere along the way and Dreamer appeared next to me. I was lucid at this point and it is really the point where I started to remember the most clearly.

We were walking down a forest path together, next to a river. Trees were above us, giving us some shade, and the sun was shining down on the river, illuminating it. There were obstacles that we had to get past and I was letting dreamer use her earth bending skills to do all the work, I was feeling lazy.

We eventually reached a crevasse. I decided that I wanted to practice some dream control powers for fun. I made the river water rise up in giant waves and flood the crevasse so that we could cross it. We were completely submerged in water though. I tried to hold Dreamer up above the water, she was having difficulty swimming. I changed the salinity of the water to be extremely high super saturated so that we would both float with no problem. We floated along in the river until we reached a giant, golden gate. I made the water level rise even higher so that we could just float right over it. On the other side was a colossal hydra which we then proceeded to battle together with our bending powers until I woke up.

Dream 5: School Stress Dream

I was in one of my old classrooms in high school, but it was a cooking class. My old teacher that taught in that room was there as well. I was making cookies with a couple of other people at the table when I looked to my right and saw someone being awkward and anti-social. I wanted to make them feel like they were part of the group so I started to talk to them and make them feel included. I noticed they were making meat cookies with ground beef that they had brought to the class. I guess they would just be called hamburger patties but they were meat cookies in the dream. I think that I told him that they looked pretty gross and that what he was doing made me feel a bit sick but I wanted to let him know that I didn't judge him for it, but he got kind of awkward and moved away from me. I realized I was dreaming and stopped interacting with the DCs, then looked around for something yummy to eat. I then had the instant reaction of sex that I usually have in low level lucid dreams but I remembered that I wanted to change that and so I stopped it from happening and I was really happy about that. I continued searching for food and I went up to the teacher DC to ask her to show her secret stash of candy to me. I looked around on her shelves and there was nothing but super healthy food there. She said that she was going to lead me to her secret stash of delicious cookies and I began following her when I woke up.

I was laying down in bed, trying to WILD into a dream for an afternoon nap. I had noticed a couple times before, that I had fallen asleep and was actually laying in bed in a dream. I felt like I had woken up immediately after I noticed. I decided to try to do a noseplug RC based on that, even though I was certain that I was just in bed, awake.
Air went straight through my covered nose holes. Lucid!

I was really excited but I couldn't see anything because the world was pitch black, I thought about experiencing the dream as a blind person and what that might be like. While the world was still shrouded in darkness, I felt my way to the door and tried to phase through the wall. Didn't work. I tried visualizing what it would look like and suddenly my visualization became the world and there was light. I was even more excited now because I knew that this was going to be a good dream!

I yelled out across the barren streets, "Dreamer! Where are you? If you want to come with me on this adventure then you need to get here now".

She appeared, walking down the street, pushing a stroller with a baby inside it. I think that her hair was brown in this dream. She casually moseyed on towards me, in no apparent rush, while I put my hands to the ground and decided to make a base portal pad to try my new teleportation technique. The ground sunk in a little bit and had the appearance of a vortex.

I looked at Dreamer, who was then only a couple meters away from me, and I motioned for her to get over here. She sat down on her bum and started to act like a small child, she said, "I Don't WAAAANNA...", as she made a pouty face. I motioned again for her to hurry up and she threw her baby at me, which sort of bounced across the ground. I said to her, "Now that wasn't very nice."

Then I raised my hands so that my palms were facing her and I sent loving energy that I was sure would make her all grown up. Then I motioned for her to get up and join me one last time. She stood up and walked over to me. We stood over the vortex and held each other close while it charged up. I asked her if she could see where we were going. She nodded and said, "Mm. Yeah! Neverland." I remembered the advice that Dreamer had given me IWL about successful teleportation and I started to feel where I was going, instead of just visualizing it. The vortex/teleportation pad made a charging up sound like vrooooovrooovrooovroovroovrovrovrooooo that got quicker and quicker until it made a Zap noise and we changed locations. We were in a dark room that was filled with bunk beds. I looked around and there were these young kids that were wearing baggy clothes. They looked like a bunch of young ruffians and they were all staring intently at us. One of them asked us, "What are you doing here?"

I told him that we were just visiting and we wanted to hang out with them, for fun! I started to walk around the room to explore the surroundings a little bit and I noticed that Dreamer had turned into a little girl that was wearing a purple dress. I considered trying to make her into an adult again, but I had other things to worry about.

I found one guy in the room that looked a bit older, like he was in his 30's. He was sleeping on a metal slab and I tried to wake him up, but I couldn't. I hear this woman cry out, "Oh Jack...why won't you wake up". I turned around and asked who she was. She ignored me. I asked her, "Wendy, I presume?" She was very distraught so I didn't bother her.

I proclaimed loudly to the entire room, "Who's in charge around here and where is Peter Pan?" This young looking kid with black hair walked forward and said, "I'm Peter pan!" He was wearing tight pants with a hoody. He told me that I should follow him and that we were going to go on an adventure. I followed him outside and he grabbed my hand then took off into the sky, flying. I sort of fell out of my body and had a new body. He was carrying my old body into the sky with him. I Yelled out to him, "WAiiiiiiiiiit", while trying to keep up by flying towards him. He slowed down and took my hand. Oh, and I was totally carrying Dreamer in my arms at this point because she was like a little living doll that looked like a small child. She was pretty heavy too, I thought about letting Peter Pan hold her but I didn't.

We were flying up towards the stars when this really cocky and beefy looking DC came out of nowhere and hit Peter Pan so hard that Peter disappeared entirely. I floated down to the ground, set Dreamer down nearby, and said to him, "WTF Man, I was going to go on an adventure with Peter Pan and you totally ruined it". He just looked at me with a cocky grin and said, "What a waste of time, I was going to destroy the whole lot of them soon enough anyways."

I didn't like this DC at all so I punched him really hard in the face and he smirked at me, as though it didn't effect him at all. I started punching him at super speed, 10 punches a second with each hand. He kind of laughed about it. I started to get a little bothered so I used my ridiculous strength to punch him so hard that he fell onto the concrete. I got on top of him and preceded to punch him with such force that he sunk deep into the pavement and all of his bones were liquified. I felt kind of bad about being so violent towards someone, even if he was a total dick. I looked back at Dreamer and she looked normal again, but with brown hair. Then I woke up.

Seems like cops and mercenaries have been recurring elements in my dreams, lately...

10/26/2014
"Maritime Mercenary Mayhem"

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Summary:
Long, hazy lucid dream having to do with cops-turned-mercenaries, hidden treasure, a massive battle on a waterside cliff, and then becoming lucid just before tearing a tank apart with my bare hands. Good times.

This was a crazy, long dream. I really don't remember all of the details, but will do my best. I was with my family, and we were having a small party. Sometime during the night, the neighbors ended up calling the police, and there was a huge ordeal about it. The cops turned out to be mercenaries (again), and we found out that the reason they were messing with us had less to do with our noise than it had to do with some hidden treasure, that they were after, thinking that we had something to do with its disappearance.

There was a lot of action, in this dream, and we were in constant skirmishes withe these mercs. I remember being out on the water, and the mercenaries had some sort of cliff-side fortress, on a peninsula, which we were trying to storm, conceivably to get a hold of whatever treasure it was that they were looking for. My allies and I died many, many times and I just kept re-spawning back in the same place, destined to repeat the scenario. (Likely a throwback to Edge of Tomorrow, but the fortress reminded me much of Alcatraz in The Rock.) It became less about us trying to get away from the mercs than it was about trying to beat them at their own game.

It was around this time that I realized I was dreaming. We were heading back to the fortress, on a small, military-style motorboat. My best friend T was now with us, even though I don't think he had been there the whole time. Now lucid, I was revved up and ready to face this mercenaries again, and I was expressing my excitement to T, talking about my lucidity and trying to get him to join in, once the fighting started again. I took a look at my hands and grounded myself into the dream, hoping to make it last as long as possible. Off to one side, an enormous mech suit or robot towered about waste-deep in this ocean. It looked to be Godzilla-sized and had a shiny, metallic-gray body with blades that stuck out to all sides. T commented on it, and I told him about how it just had been standing there, throughout the entire battle, immobile, and was nothing that we needed to worry about.

When we arrived to the small, waterside fortress, which had two tall towers rising above the jagged rocks on one side of the shore, it was all-out war, once again. At first, I stuck to using firearms, as I had done earlier in the dream. We pushed into the towers, making our way up through the levels, periodically ducking in and out of cover while mowing through enemy after enemy. Just as we had completely taken the upper-hand, I found out that one of the girls in my group, to whom I had been really close, was abducted from the fray, in a tank, and taken away from the tower, further into the mainland. From the top level of the tower, I could see the tank speeding away through the dirt, maybe 100 yards from the base.

I planted my feet, bent my knees and then launched myself into the air, flying straight through the roof of the tower (not sure if I broke through or phased through) and into a high arc over the rocky terrain before dropping me, feet first, directly onto the body of the tank. Through the front window slot, I could see the mercenaries scrambling to attempt to attack. Both the machine gun and cannon began whirring around in my direction, taking aim on me from point blank range. (This is surreal, now that I look back on it, because even though I was standing on the front of the tank, the cannon was, somehow, short enough to still be aimed at me.) I laughed at them and told them that 'this was my dream' and I was in control, standing my ground and egging the weapons to begin blasting away at me. When the firing began, I pushed my hands out in front of me, feeling the bullets bouncing harmlessly off of my palms, along with a couple of explosive shells which did no more than their smaller counterparts. I just kept all of my focus on pushing away, and it created a sufficient enough barrier that not a single shot was able to penetrate. When the shooting ceased, I reached one arm down below the barrel of the cannon, planting the other one on the deck. I then shoved the cannon upward, trying to bend it up and away from me. Instead, the barrel didn't bend, but rather the entire top portion of the tank ripped open like the lid of a wet cardboard box, exposing the two or three terrified mercenaries (and female hostage) within.

My memory gets really muddled, around here, and I don't remember much detail. I know the fighting went on, but my recall skipped ahead until sometime after the ordeal was over. T and his girl were pulling up in a car as if they were picking me up. I, still being lucid, walked toward the approaching car and phased through the front of it, turning around to sit in one of the back seats. We all got to talking, and they were being pretty 'hush-hush' about something that they had 'brought back' from our ordeal with the mercenaries. No sooner did they say this than a few ghosts of our earlier allies (who hadn't re-spawned back to life) poked their translucent heads through the back seat (having been stowed away in the trunk). They said they were smuggled off the battlefield and that there was some plan to bring them back to life. Though I was happy to see them, part of me figured that the mercenaries would find out about this, and would soon be chasing us down again.

That's all I can remember.

10/25/2014
"These Cuffs Won't Save You..."

Spoiler for Short version...:

Summary:
This dream was mainly a downward spiral - from privacy invasion at home, to being harassed by an annoying girl; then being detained and searched by police; then sitting down to be interrogated by some creepy investigator woman just before she went demonic and red slime started oozing out of her eyeball - but that was all before I got lucid and vengeful and started going all Carrie White on everyone, with telekinesis...

I woke up in my room, and my roommate had come home and was moving some stuff in and out of the house. There was another guy with him, who apparently 'lived' here before we did (a sort of alternate version of my other friend, J, whose father owns the house I'm renting; yet it wasn't exactly him). This guy was just coming in and out of my room, while I was asleep (and undressed). He was pulling stuff, that he apparently owned, out of my closet and pretty much just moving things around as if I wasn't even there. When he left the room, I got up to get myself situated, and when I opened the door to walk into my bathroom, I was surprised to see I was walking into the living room, instead. This didn't seem right, at all, as my living room is through the other door in my room. Before I could think about it for too long, I became distracted by the fact that there were even more people in the house; a couple of females. They were hanging out in this living room, and it wasn't long before I'd made myself decent and came back out to socialize.

Next thing I remember is that we were all walking out of a department store, and I happened to notice a really attractive girl walking in through the glass doors, beside us. I had to do a double-take when I realized that she was wearing a cut-off shirt with absolutely no pants or underwear on, whatsoever. Again, due to our forward momentum, I simply looked back and kept moving, too distracted to stop and think about how absurd that was.

We ended up at a bar. I was the first one to grab a table, and I started checking Facebook on my phone while waiting for the others. It seemed that pic after pic of hot women were the only things showing when I scrolled through my news feed. One of the girls from the house came up to me and tried to sneakily move around behind me, to see what I was doing. I flipped my phone, face down, and set it on the table, turning to her with a 'can I help you?' sort of glare. (I hate people that try to look over your shoulder at your business.) She sat down in a chair beside me and started throwing a bunch of questions at me, as if she were trying to find out some background on me. She asked if I would be happy to be able to have access to someone's secret letters or documents, and be able to read everything about their lives without them knowing. I told her that that kind of thing doesn't wouldn't interest me, because I have no desire to go around disrespecting others' privacy in such a manner. She had this really smug, condescending look to her and continued interrogating me, just as everyone else was beginning to show up at the table.

I didn't really like where this line of questioning was going, and she was simply beginning to wear out her welcome. I stood up and started turning the questions around on her, asking how she felt about herself, trying to drill someone with such personal questions, which were none of her business. I brought her character into question, rather publicly (with a verbal onslaught that I can't really remember), and got her to back off. Twisting the knife, I mocked her attempt to make a fool of me by calling her an 'amateur', in front of everyone else, which prompted a round of laughter from the group. As if seeking one, last dig at me, she reached over and pulled my chair to her, as if she was going to sit down on it. I was like "Uh....no.." and I slid my chair out from under her, sitting on it, myself. Then, with my conscience getting the better of me, I actually reached over to an empty table, grabbed one of the chairs and pushed it over for her to sit on.

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. It was a cop, and there were at least 4 more standing nearby. They immediately threw some cuffs on me and began dragging me away from the table, telling me that I was going to be detained and searched because I was "suspected to have 'H'" on me. I was like "H? What the hell is that??" (I know that "H" is normally short for 'heroin', but that is so far away from anything I've ever done that the even the idea that I was suspected of having it was absolutely ridiculous.) The cop stammered, as if he either misspoke or was just trying to make up something on the spot. "Ohh...uh..I don't know...marijuana or something..." While they were hauling me away, one of the guys in my group was trying to tell me something about 'what to do', to get out of going to jail, but I couldn't hear him over the din of the bar.

They took me to another room in the building and, with the cuffs to the front of my body, I tried to discretely dig through my pockets, to make sure I didn't have anything else on me. I, somehow, ended up getting an empty potato chip bag stuck on each hand as I pulled them out of my pockets. So stuck, in fact, that I had to ask these cops to help me pull them off. They, then, turned me toward a darker corner of the room, where a woman was having her coat removed, rather regally, by a group of about 3 other people, at least 2 of whom were female. Beneath her coat, she was pretty scantily dressed, and walking toward me, slowly. She was completely unattractive, though, and the whole situation was making me more and more uncomfortable. She was, apparently, an investigator who was charged with interrogating me for....some reason? The way she was looking at me, though, it seemed that she had something else in mind.

Suddenly, her expression lightened, and she nodded over toward a more secluded area of the room, asking me to join her. Taking a few steps away from everyone else, she turns back toward me and sits down on the floor, Indian-style, inviting me to sit with her. Unsure about where this was going, I did, sitting down in front of her, rather awkwardly, due to the handcuffs, and facing her. The woman smiled, leaning in a bit, as if trying to keep our conversation between the two of us.

She said something along the lines of "you know, I had been watching you since you first came in the bar, and you know what I've been thinking? ....You are beautiful..." She smiled and was very visibly bushing, and I was beginning to get an anxious feeling of 'Just WTF is happening, here??'

"...I couldn't believe my eyes..." she continued. But, just as she said this, she leaned her head forward, and a thick, red fluid began oozing out of her left eye, in large amounts. She developed a slack-jawed expression as if she was falling into a full-on demonic possession. The gore poured down her face and onto the floor between us.

"Whoa!", I yelled, terrified and falling away from her. The realization then hit me like a sack of bricks: "Ok, I get it! I'm dreaming!" Just to confirm, I immediately tried some telekinesis, focusing on the woman and slinging my cuffed hands upward and lifting her off of the ground with my mind. Now, embarrassed, enraged and completely confident in my lucidity, I stood up and slowly lowered her feet down to the floor. A few, vengeful words spewed out of my mouth and I swung my hands in one direction. The woman's body followed, being telekinetically flung across the room and slamming, face first, into a white, marble counter-top. Blood splashed outward from the front of her head and spattered across the counter and wall. I snapped my gaze to one of her helpers - another woman - and 'pushed' forward with my mind, slinging her away from me and causing her to smash into shelf full of glass bottles, shattering them. I then stalked over toward her, looking from her to the window near her, and then back to her. I said something snarky like "you know you're going out that fucking window, right?" and, with my hands still cuffed, I used my TK to pick her up, draw her away from the wall and then sling her back toward the window. Her body crashed through the thick, wooden blinds and disappeared into the darkness outside.

Still in a fit of rage (and having no mind to focus on any tasks I might have wanted to use my lucidity on), I stormed back toward the DCs I had been hanging with, earlier. When I walked from one room to the other, the scenery switched back to the house/apartment, where we were previously hanging out. Three of the DCs were hanging out in a hallway, and the annoying girl DC I had been quarreling with, earlier, was laying on the floor, looking up at me with this shit-eating grin. The first thing I did, when I came within distance, was cock back my right foot and give her a vicious soccer kick, right to the mouth, to wipe that damn smirk off her face. I didn't even care enough to pay attention to her reaction.

Feeling somewhat satisfied, it was then that I tried to remember something to do with my lucidity, but I was still so miffed at how unpleasant the majority of my experience had just been, that I couldn't even think straight. The dream began unraveling, and I was finding myself unable to pull it back together.

10/15/2014
"Mercenaries, Wolves and Savages"

Spoiler for Short Version!:

Summary:
From out of the frying pan and into the fire. I found myself trying to escape a military facility. After fighting my way passed the soldiers and their arms; as well as a pack of feral wolves; I wound up being chased by indigenous people, living in a huge hole in the earth, whose most treasured artifact I had the overwhelming urge to steal on my way to safety.

There was a vast military facility, set in a rocky, mountain terrain. An acquaintance and I were seemingly prisoners or captives on this base, and were sneaking around the yard in an attempt to make our escape. Our captors were more ruthless mercenaries than your standard soldier, and we knew that being caught again would mean certain death.

It didn't take long for the base to go on alert, upon realizing we were no longer where we should have been. Everywhere, squads of these men were mobilizing and searching frantically for us. One the closest end of the base was a wall with a framework of openings, but on the other side was a wide-open clearing, for miles. We could already hear the helicopters beginning to circle. We would be sitting ducks out there. The only way to safety would be to make it across the compound and to the opposite side, where the geographic conditions were much more conducive to escape.

Unable to keep ourselves hidden for much longer, we soon found ourselves sprinting and scrambling through the yard, dodging machine gun fire so close that I could actually feel the bullets tearing through my clothing and brushing my skin at times. Turning a corner - after having lost my companion, somewhere in the fray - I saw a large, metallic object wheeling itself around a nearby building. It was a tank, and the turret was already beginning to rotate in my direction. I broke into a lateral sprint, running as fast as I could, toward the closest structure. It was one of those moments where time stands still, and you're in just such utter terror that you are absolutely, positively sure you are going to die.

I heard the tank fire the shot, just before I was able to reach the corner. Luckily, the shell flew just a few feet behind me. I could sense it as it passed me before exploding, harmlessly, about a dozen yards away.

Still on the run, I happened upon an enormous crevice that led down into the ground, just outside of the military compound. It was a great gash in the earth, about the length of a large yacht, and it was apparently the entrance to a network of caverns which stretched deep below the surface. I climbed down to lower passageways and attempted to wait out my pursuers, thinking that I might have enough concealment down here to successfully get away. Then, I saw a silhouette on the wall. It was a wolf. A very large wolf. It was sniffing its way around toward me, but I was out of its line of sight and it hadn't yet noticed me.

Quietly, I began climbing back up toward the surface, out of the path of this beast, and started to weigh my dwindling options. Poking my head just above the surface, I was met not with the automatic weapons of the mercs that I believed were still searching for me, but with the sight of about five more wolves, sprinting down out of the nearby mountains and directly toward me at breakneck speed.

Frantically, I slid back down into the crevice and to the lower level. The wolf was there waiting, and I ended up having to fend him off with my hands, grabbing his snout as he lunged and grappling with him just long enough to slip away before the others could descend into the cavern behind me. (I think I killed it, but I'm not sure.)

Continuing further and further down, and just as I was beginning to feel that I had rid myself of the ferocious wolves, I found myself dropping into a wide open 'room' within the cavern. It was about the size of the underwater cavern in my dream from yesterday. This time, though...it was full of people. Primitive, indigenous people, who seemed as though they had been living here for eons. A lost civilization. And they all immediately stopped what they were doing and stared directly at me.

I was standing on some kind of pedestal or shrine, and surrounded by precious artifacts. The centerpiece immediately caught my eye: a large, gem-encrusted plate, in the shape of a skull, which looked like it had come straight out of an Indiana Jones movie. Suddenly, the air turned hostile, and this entire tribe began converging angrily upon me. I was off, again, instinctively grabbing up the skull-shaped relic and dashing off of the pedestal, running through the caves while they gave chase. Some of the natives also dealt in magic, because the last thing I remember is hoping from ledge to ledge while a handful of them threw glowing, blue spells at me, which exploded into bright splashes of hot liquid.

I don't think they ever caught me, though!