The Cusp

Something about lice or fleas, which involved Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Unfortunately, they weren't victims of it, they bio-engineered them or something

Did not sleep well at all.

Audrey Parker from the show Haven, a few others, and myself, have been on an epic mission. At this point, we're infiltrating the enemy camp, getting closer to our goal. It's touch and go, sneaking around, and we eventually get separated briefly, but we're headed to a building and I think we'll all meet up there. I get inside and it looks like a cross between a church and stadium seating. The rest of our team is there, but no Audrey.

Worried, I leave with some other guy, instructing the rest of the team to wait for us there. I'm running myself ragged looking for her, and when I finally spot her walking across a grassy field, I collapse to the ground, exhausted. As I lay there panting, Audrey won't even acknowledge me, and I feel severely betrayed. After everything we've been through! I spent every penny I had in support of this mission, and now I don't even have enough for a bus home! She walks right by me, not even acknowledging my existence, and I think to myself "Fine! I'll walk home".

I pick my sorry ass up and begin the long walk home. I cut through Fellowe's high school, which is empty but for some students working on some project. I go past them, past a teacher, and into a hallway on the other side of the building, which leads to the exit. There is dead cat smeared all over the hallway, and I accidentally put my hand in some. It fucking reeks!

I exit the school, and next cut through a Harvey's. It too is empty and deserted, yet the doors are open. I go through it, then start my long walk along the highway.

What a selfish bitch she was!

My parents and I go to stay and my uncle Denis' for a week. There's some kids there, and they're fighting for my attention, especially the girls. For some reason, my mouth is full of broken glass, which I'm constantly spitting out.

I'm about to go to bed, when I see a kitten jump into a laundry chute in the wall. I open it to look because I want to pet the kitten, and see more kittens jump in it. Then some woman comes in with even more kittens, these ones smaller. She keeps finding smaller and smaller kittens and putting them in the chute, until they kittens are about the size of ants. Then she accuses me of squishing one and gives me a dirty look.

I go to bed, still spitting broken glass, and find broken glass all over the bed. I pull off the sheets, and find it's just covered in broken glass. Not just loose pieces, there are chunks of window glass embedded into the mattress, sticking out with sharp jagged edges about 4-5 inches. It looks like it was done on purpose. I go find my uncle, in a room with everyone else, to call him out. "DENNIS!" I yell, and he pulls his hat over his eyes and pretends to be asleep. I grab the mother fucker, tell everyone about the glass, and say he either did it on purpose, or he's just a complete fucking idiot. I'm still spitting out broken glass the entire time, and my tongue and lips are getting sore from all the little cuts.

Dennis grabs some bedding and goes to set me up somewhere else to sleep, and I follow. He lays out a mat and some blankets on the sidewalk, and I lay down. I lay there for a few minutes, looking around, watching some people in the park before deciding this is some bullshit. He expects me to sleep on the sidewalk right next to the street? Fuck that shit! I get up and storm back to the house. Entering the house, I see a kitten in the doorway, and the more I look, the more kittens I see.

Once back inside, I see the kids again, and notice there's something off about them. They look like inbred mutants. I notice one of the girls has a penis, but one that looks like a weird animal penis, it's just disturbing. They are also evil and have powers. They are the ones responsible for all this broken glass in my mouth, which I'm still spitting out.

I begin to realize all the adults in this house are at the mercy of these evil little monsters. The situation is just so fucked up, that I become lucid! I fly down a hallway and see an opening to some sort of store. I fly inside and see bars on the walls, behind which are the store's limited wares. There isn't much, but up high on the wall I see a large machine gun behind some metal bars, and figure that's a great start for any lucid dream. I fly up, rip off the metal bars and take the machine gun. It's monstrously huge, and would make a gatling gun look small.

I land, and make my way out of the building, mowing down anything in my way with the gun. Once outside, I drop the gun and take to the air again. I fly in a standing position and have no problems controlling my flight. I'm very careful not to look back or let my thoughts dwell on the previous part of the dream, lest I make it real again. I land in a park next to a stage, hoping there will be a concert, but it's too late and too dark.

I either forget what happens next, or got woken up by the neighbors. That breaks a lucid dry spell I've had for almost two months!

It didn't seem like I did much with my lucidity, but I'm proud of how I didn't look back, like the biblical story of Lot's wife, surely that was a lesson about dreaming. Everything requires your attention to exist in a dream.

The mouth full of broken glass likely comes from a magic spell based on the princess and the pea I suggested someone use yesterday. Only I suggested broken glass or thorns instead of a pea. Never going to post publicly about that kind of magic again

I'm doing Dry Lake runs (a level in the game Path of Exile), laying waste to hordes of enemies. Some of the bosses are smart, and it gets personal.

This eventually evolves into a zombie/demon siege on a certain house I'm at. That scenario keeps resetting, and my knowledge from previous iterations are not very useful n dealing with the situation.


I always find it difficult to extract detail from a dream when I'm doing the same thing over and over.

-I'm at my parent's house, and my mother asks me if I've seen the things floating above our house. I go out back, and the sky is filled with very dark clouds. The kind of darkness of a dream which isn't yet fully formed. I can't see shit. I look for a few minutes, then go back in. My mother mentions it again, and this time I look out the side windows, still seeing nothing. Then my brother shows up, and she mentions it to him. My brother and I go out into the front yard, and I still see nothing but dark clouds. I lay down on my back in the grass, determined to stare up for awhile, but the darkness increases and I can see even less.

-At home, and I'm worried about a small motorbike I apparently own. My car either folds up into this tiny bike, or it drives out of the car, I can't really remember. I look out back in all the snow, worried it's small enough for someone to pick up and steal.

-In a room with my mother and uncle mike, who begins asking about old computers he can have. My mother points him to a closet, and he starts loading things into a laundry basket. He puts in what looks like the old tape drive from a Vic20 computer, but when I look closer, it's a small cassette player which is badly broken.

I'm supposed to sand a floor at a house. It's a really fucked up floor with all kinds of impossible humps and bumps. The homeowner changes his mind and instead asks me to just repair some damaged spots in the floor. There's holes, and softspots where I almost fall through the subfloor.

I get distracted by the television, catch myself, and try to get back to work. Next thing I know I'm laying down in a bed trying to sleep. I figure it would be bad to get caught sleeping on the job, especially at a customer's house, so I force myself to rise. The customer's daughter and her friend are there, and I hurry to put on a shirt, which isn't my work shirt. I try to grab another shirt I won't ruin on the job, then wonder why the hell I have so many clothes at a customer's house.

I start with the repairs, but the more I look, the more there are to do.

A nap dream. Again, should have been lucid, but I was just so damn tired. Even in my dream all I wanted to do was sleep

I'm heading to work, at an office I've only worked at in my dreams, when I somehow end up at Nino's, who I used to work for. I walk in and everyone I know from before is still there, and they greet me like I'm still working there. Problem is I don't remember working here anytime recently. Heck, I don't even remember working at that office recently, and I'm really confused. Do I actually have a job here? Are they waiting for me at the office? Am I going to get fired? Do I even want to work here?

I really should have become lucid, the way I was questioning everything. I think it was my worry and concern for the situation that blocked me from getting lucid.

I'm in some fields near my hometown, when I notice something in the sky. An airplane going by, but there's a strange craft following it. The front of the ship has what looks like the front of a steam roller, only made of glowing blue electricity. I watch as the ship maneuvers oddly.

I see a lot of weird ships in that area, in my dreams at least.

I'm in college, but not in class. Just goofing off, when the dean or guy in charge comes to find me. He tells me they're kicking me out of school, for several reasons, chief among them being my grades. I'm a little shocked, but then again, I can't even remember the last time I was in class. I gather up my belongings from the building, of which there are a surprising amount, and leave.

On my way home, I see some people swimming at the whirlpool. It looks awesome, and I really want to join them, but I don't want to leave my stuff unattended. I figure I'll head home and drop it off first, but then I see a bunch of guys tubing at night, with torches and bonfires all along the river. My stuff can wait, this is too cool.

I head over and there are some people fishing. I talk to them, and one of them is using what looks like a giant wine glass as a bobber. When a fish bites, it tilts the glass over.

I absolutely HATE dreams where I'm worried about my possessions. really gets in the way of a good time.

Met some good old boys at the rapids down by the Bonnechere caves this summer. They told me they have night parties where they light bonfires all long the sides of the river for night swimming. The idea really took hold in my mind.

I'm on the beach, with normal beach stuff happening, and walk across the bridge to the Quebec side. On that side of the river, the majority of the women on the beach are topless, and I think to myself "I fucking LOVE Quebec!".

I run into Jason, who has a couple of people with him, and I follow them inside a building as we walk and talk. Once inside, Jason and his boys start looting the place. Seems like they are competing with each other, the first to find something good gets to keep it, so they are running around tearing the place apart, looking for stuff to steal. Since I seem to already be involved, I join in. They rest of the guys are on the main floor and the basement, so I run upstairs hoping to get a head start on them.

I was heading for the bedrooms, but I see glass display case in the main hall upstairs, filled with various expensive looking trinkets, which I stuff into my pockets. There's also some bags of money, how convenient! I stuff my pockets until they are bulging, then try to get downstairs, which is confusing, because there are four staircases connecting the first and second floors (it's a big condo/mansion). At the top of one set of stairs, a bunch of suits are piled on the stairs, with money on top, which I take.

Having taken everything worth taking, we head outside, but there are police EVERYWHERE! The rest of the guys get pinched, but I manage to blend into the crowd on the beach. I try to pretend to be checking out some tents selling leather armor which look like they belong in a renaissance fair, which was a bad move. I though the vendor section ran all the way down the beach, but there were only like 3 or four of them, and beyond those, the beach was deserted, leaving me wide open with nowhere to hide. The police swarm in, and I'm busted!

RESET!!!

The dream resets to the beginning where we have just entered the house to begin stealing. I understand that this is going to keep resetting until I get it right, although I have a sneaking suspicion "getting it right" involves a moral lesson, which is "don't steal". I'm more focused on the thrill of the chase however, and use my knowledge from last time to go right to the good stuff, only taking the money so my pockets won't be bulging, which is what gave me away to the police on the last try. I get upstairs a lot faster this time, and encounter a guy in the house! He chases me into an elevator, which I just manage to close in time. He beats on the door, almost bending it open.

I go downstairs and run out. The police are still there, checking almost everyone. Everyone except a guy in an expensive looking suit who looks like he belongs there. "I need a suit!", I think to myself, then remember the ones piled in the stairwell. Next time! I manage to sneak/bluff my way past the police with a confident gait, and make it across the street, where there are more police. To avoid them, I lift the bottom of a construction fence and roll under it, then enter that building. It's a car dealership, and I try to blend in by letting the salesman try to sell me a car. There's only weird looking race cars, and I tell him I was looking for something I wouldn't kill myself in on the first day. My ploy didn't work, and the police swarm me. Busted and...

RESET!!!

I know the easiest thing to do is just not get involved, but by this point, I'm hellbent on solving this puzzle. I avoid the guy, grab the cash, and dodge the cops. On this try, I get across the street, and past the building with the cars, but the po-po are still closing in. I'm running down the street and make it all the way to my apartment, where there is major construction going on, and I can't get the front door open. The cops are close behind, so I run up the arm of an excavator desperate to get away. I hear someone talking, saying how nobody can get into the building unless someone unlocks the door from inside, and there is nobody inside. From the top of the excavator arm, I jump and grab onto some hanging wires, flip over to some other wires and use them to swing into an open window on the second floor. Instead of getting angry for running on their machinery, the construction workers now think I'm a hero for getting in. I've narrowly avoided the police, I'm safe and sound, VICTORY IS MINE!!!!

There's some kind of apocalypse, maybe shit falling out of the sky, and everyone is hunkering down and taking shelter. I've got myself a sturdy old building stocked with supplies, and a cute girl to keep me company. Unfortunately, people suck, and we're constantly getting attacked and raided.

Too much action to remember, but after three rounds of fighting off attackers, I'm in pretty rough shape. There's a bullet hole in my wrist I can see through, I've been shot in the ankle but can still walk, even though I was sure it would have crippled me. I'm bruised and bleeding and cut, but it finally seems to be over, and I'm dragging my sorry ass somewhere I can collapse and rest. That's when the fourth wave comes, about 50 people show up out of nowhere and swarm us. I barely have the energy to stand!

This was a really long one with great action. A shame my recall wasn't better.

-I'm at Alvin's with family, when I see the drop off some baby elephants in a gated off enclosure. My mother can barely contain herself, and runs over to play with them. I go over too, but before I can get to the elephants, I'm surrounded by puppies!. Is I pet and play with them, I notice there is animal shit all over the ground, and carefully step around it on my way to the elephants.

-I go in a portable shower that looks like an outhouse to get changed in order to look good for some girl. The water from the shower is running, and as I worry about getting my clothes wet, my clothes get wet. My jeans in particular are soaked.

-Walking through the field behind my house, looking at some notes I'd written on paper. I ball up the redundant notes and throw them into the tall grass, which almost looks like corn. As I walk I run into several school kids dressed in costumes. Then I noticed they have a big circle cleared in the grass with a central totem or statue. Obviously performing something, so I ask the kids if they're doing it now. They tell me no, this is just practice, but they'll be performing there most of next week. They ask if I'm going to watch, but I say I'll come back later in the week, since I live so close.

[color=green][Really had to fight to remember these ones. My mother is always watching Nat Geo whenever I see her lately./color]

Not sure what I did, but I somehow end up in jail. I'm expecting to have to fight in order to get some respect, but the other prisoners are all cool. The place has the feel of a summer camp.

On my first day there, I follow some prisoners outside, when I hear a loud whistle. A guard shows up and gives us shit for being outside, pretty much breaking out. I think I'm in big trouble, and try to explain that it's my first day here, i didn't know, I was just following every one else. Luckily there were no real repercussions.

The other prisoners sneak out of prison without getting caught all time. I go with then. Really, it seems we are sneaking out and back in just for the thrill of it. We spend almost as much time on the outside as we do in jail.

At one point, I notice the basement of the jail has the exact same layout as my basement. I almost get lucid, but instead come up for some retarded rationalization of why that should be.

I go to some secluded camp resort in the middle of nowhere. It has cabins, cottages, has almost a summer camp vibe to it. It's a party resort, and this is one of their big weekends. I'm not sure if I want to stay there yet, it depends on the crowd, if there's any potential lady friends.

I run into Jason, who tries to convince me to say by offering me a large assortment of drugs in pill form (I had watched the Hungover Games yesterday, mirrors a scene in the movie). Half of the stuff he has I've never heard of, and the stuff I have heard of I wouldn't take. He hands me a bunch, and I just put them in my pocket. I do take some acid though, and decide to stay for the three nights.

The people running the place take us out into the river on a boat to some of the better swimming spots, As we're swimming in some choppy water, they promise that downriver are some awesome rapids. I'm not impressed, as this is practically my backyard, and it's mid summer, not spring, when the water is high and wild. Then I remember the pills in my pockets, surely getting ruined by the water. I pull them out, and they are still in decent shape, so I pop them all not even knowing what they are. I think one of them is extacy, which I've never done before.

Going to start taking better notes throughout the night, instead of relying on memory. At least for the more exiting dreams, this one was kind of boring except for being on dream drugs, which was pretty fun.