dream fragment

13-07-11 I am on a beach and there are someone there that I am supposed to remember. The scenario concerns shared dreaming. I turn lucid at some point though the trigger eludes me and the vividness of the dream isn't great. The person running the show isn't who I expected. A couple of other rookie lucids are there with me as well. They all tell me their names and I find it important to remember them, but they are soon forgotten. Was there a Mark in there, and someone whose name begins with an R (Not supprising considering I readh MoShs shared dreaming thread just before bed). In any case the whole thing is a bit difficult to explain. The beach seems to be this gigantic hub and the leader is passing from one person to another assisting them, either with control or something else.

When I step in an start directing the show a bit, it is with great respect for the people around me. I say something like.

“Right, time for dream stabilisation, how do you guys normally do this?”
There may be some mumbling amongst 3-5 people standing by the waves before the answer is returned.
“Have you tried spinning?”
“Think I have done, but not in a while.”

I start spinning, but not your average spinning. I utilise a technique I have picked up in my non-lucids where I gradually spin with my body more and more parallel to the ground. People either try trampling me or try and jump over me and I become a bit playful and start doing some whirled spinning jumps up amongst the people standing right next to me. I turn around and spin around with my back towards the sand. Though this is fun I don't think I am engaging the scenario enough and I soon wake up.
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I recall only the dream after I turn lucid. I may have been lucid prior, but what is written is what I remember. I know that the dream was long prior to what I remember though. I am in some sort of hall. It reminds me of a mixture of a factory warehouse and a sports hall. I think of what the task of the month is and I remember it is about ”where the wild things are” and becoming their king.

I don't encounter any wild things to my memory, but I undertake a quest to summon their king and dispose of him. There are three pre-quests I have to fulfil before I can find him. These three quests will grant me three keys I have to use to get the final key. I start the first one but start thinking that I may not have much time left in the dream, so I decide to cheat by flyng up and grabbing the key from a wooden box with a narrow opening in it. My flying isn't really controlable at first but I manage to snatch the key before I start the descent.

I defy my lack of ability to fly as I head for a risen platform hovering above the floor where the King will spawn. ”I am dreaming I know I can fly!” and this thought makes it possible. There are four boxes on the platform, one at each corner. I put in the key and turn it. There is a mechanical vibration in my hand as I do this and looking out over the floor I can see four elements descending from the ceiling forming a square. I know the king will be in the middle of these. I look around on the other key hole boxes on the platform and wonder why there are keys in all of them, though i reason that if I hadn't cheated I would have had four keys in total.

After a short while the king makes an appearance, He approach from a gate on the lefthand side and as he makes his way towards the descending things he is ethereal at first. I figure I will have to wait until he takes on coporeal form to attempt an attack on him. At first when he takes on bodily form he is naked and very white, sorta vampyrish, however I am dreaming and have no fear so I jump down flying at great speed towards him. When I arrive he has taken on a bunny suit and is slightly fat. I tell him I challenge him and put up my fists preparing for a boxing round.

Before the fight starts we are interrupted though by 3-5 people wearing black cloathing, the leader seems to be a woman. I feel slightly frightful and grab the king and take him behind a shelf.

”Wasn't I dreaming, I am sure I was dreaming, there is no need to hide” I think to myself.

I look at my hand and as I do a couple of extra fingers start growing so I am reassured and take the king and walk over to the people. I also know that I can't really hurt anyone so I talk to the woman and tells her to grab hold of the kings legs.

I grab his head and rip it clean off and I am somewhat relieved that it makes the sound of clothing being ripped as this happens. He was only stuffed afterall.

I start walking towards the gate the king appeared from and think to myself. ”Damn, you got that ”where the wild things are” story completely screwed up, this probably won't count anyways”. ”Ah well it was mildy enjoyable in any case”. After this I wake up.…

I am in a room and a handful of attractive women are there and I am talking to Kaiser about Caroline Loven. I tell him that I have been with her 4 times. I am going through the excersise starting at 5 trying out 3, but decide on 4 (the actual number is 2). I am unsure as to how the conversation arose, but think we were discussing attractive women we had been with.

Skip

I look outside the window and am surprised to see a large red building move towards my left away from me. I think it a bit weird, but quickly someone tell me that TV2 is going to get their asses handed to them for this as apparently they are to blame. I recall the television show and don't find it particularly weird (Would have hated myself for missing this, if it wasn't for the fact that I had already had one lucid that night ^^).

10-07-11Something about sending out dream/love signals to people in Bergen. Sort of a ping back and fortrh, extremely inspired by my low period of not being attractive, what so ever.
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Something about a portal that looks a bit like Rift/the southpark interpretation of Ctuthulu myth. Very bright blue beam running from one point to the other. All have an organic look.

07-07-11 I am at a bridge somewhere, it is raining heavilly and I am with a couple of people. One of them is a black man who apparently likes to play football. At the bridge he is greeted by the coach of one of the teams, it comes to my attention that one of his personality traits is ”luck” (like the sims) and for that he is prone to fortuitious events occuring to him. In the rain and darkness he slowly turns his head to one side. I am expecting to find a tatoo that will indicate that he has been in the same army unit as the coach greeting us. I don't find it, but due to his personality trait the coach påerceives it and asks him to join the game, not as in watching it but actually playing it. We somehow communicate with one of our white mates (Not that skincolour is important to the plot of the dream, though I am trying to identify if I have any colturally inherited biases from my parrents, who would be described as borderline racists, hence I try and pay attention to these clues when I can) who is a mixture of happy and pissed off that this particular guy always get these opportunities.
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I am in Hornslet, in the street where the baker and old bar is. I am with my parrents and agin it is raining. We are packing up tents. I have a silent battle with my dad about who is better at this particular task, though I sense no hostility.

Notes: Though I don't remember how I turn lucid in the latter dream it is possible that it is a further development from one of the above. They all share the dark rainy atmosphere, though I don't remember which occured first. I do however remember a period of wakefulness in the morning, where I think about how long I have to sleep before I have to wake up to go traveling. It is possible that I have done a DEILD without really trying it, though I did repeat my MILD mantra in the morning wqhile awake. I also did this prior to falling asleep, though not with much ferocity.

08-07-11 I am lying in the bed, much as I am in waking life. I am moving slightly closer to ida until she starts laughing at me. The reason she starts laughing is because I apparently am making hand movements playing with my erect penis. It take me a while to wake up from this seing as I have dreamt about her and I tell her this and the fact that I haven't actually know I have been doing it. She laughs a bit more. And tells me I am doing it again. I have no idea and asks her if she is sure. She is. She decides that it is better to just come closer to me and lie in a spoon, which I am really happy about, I start stroking her body all over and notice that she is really soft, also I wonder why she isn't wearing a top, cause I am sure she weant to bed without one. I am happy cause I dared not ask this, due to ilness and was not sure I would be coming on too strong.
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I am in the same room and there is a brunette next to me, I believe it is ida, though as soon as we precede with the rather rough intercourse I believe it to be Anna from my study.
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I am with a blonde in a bed, she doesn't really wanna fool around, but end up wanting to give me a blowjob. She does so while the door to the room is open. I am not really feeling anything and wonder if I can get time to ”help her out” while she is not around. She ends up goong over to the door to close it a bit or at least look out and see if there is any immediate danger of us getting noticed. She thinks not. I notice it is Per Engholm standing outside and he is discussing with my granddad on the mothers side, who appears to be the hotel manager. I see him later fully dressed in a referee's outfit and he is gonna brandish out a couple of yellow cards to my gran as he has done something super illegal. This gives me time to get my blow job resumed, though as it turns out I aint all that up for it anymore.

07-07-11 Two fragments: I am meeting up with Ronja, we are outside of what I believe to be a street side café or similar. The sun is shining very brightly. When she arrives she compliments my looks, which include an almost bald head and stubble. Think we hug or kiss each other's cheeks, but there is a moment of “too close for comfort”
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“Are you sure it isn't just to escape people”
“Off course it is an escape from people, when I am dreaming”
“No, I mean, what you are doing isn't it an escape from people in general?”
*What do you mean”

I want to tell this man that I am interested in hearing what he has to say and I won't take personal offence. I believe the topic of conversation is either lucid dreaming in general or my upcoming Bac project on the same subject.

03-07-11 Testing out MILD for the first time produced an interesting result. I used the mantra “question reality – become aware”. After a while the mantra did start popping up fairly automatic. I am dreaming and I am continuously shifting between a scenario in the university campus I just took an evening walk in and a Diablo themed setting, from the catacombs with Diablo actually there. In the dream I am walking along a pathway paying attention to the foliage on the side. It is dark throughout the dreams. I think I may be lucid at certain times, but it is for very brief moments and I have limited recall of them.

The mantra keeps sounding in my head and I think I may be verbalising it as well. the first time I notice I am drifting in and out of sleep is when I am walking on the side of the road, after I hear the mantra I start checking, but the dream fades to “hypnagoic imagery” with the difference that I have no bodily perceptions and the background theme is a lot brighter than when I normally observe these images, still I am convinced that I am falling asleep and not dreaming. A common theme for these images would be the appearance of Diablo in the catacombs with me living the character actually being there, though sort of a birds eye perspective. When this happens I keep repeating the mantra and I would “wake up” back in the university park somewhere. I am stupid enough to believe that it was the place I was attempting to fall asleep.

This happens maybe 3-4 times and on the last time waking up in the university park I am naked or partially naked at least, I am wearing yellow boxers. I take routes that carry me over the grass I am trying to get somewhere home(ish). I run into a person I know from back home, he is passing by on a bike with one of his mates and I tell them not to pay attention to me. I am starting to get a feel for where I am headed and I have a remote in my hand that will teleport me to the nearest street light or something similar. When I get close to one the light of it flickers and I click the remote to sure enough pop over there.

I start walking across a path until I get to a point where I can see that my Mother's sister and her husband is packing up the car. Oh that is right they said they would be leaving soon. I briefly mention to them “so you are leaving now are you” don't know if I get a response or not, but the dream goes on. I am now talking to my grandparents who are sat outside a tent. My grandmother is picking on me saying something like “so it is OK to come home at 9 o clock is it?” I realise she means nine in the morning and I am a bit surprised that I have been gone that long. I start looking around and it is dark, like really dark, which wouldn't fit the time of nine in the morning. I start a discussion with them about this, and although my grandmother disagrees my granddad start coming around to the idea of it being overly dark.

There is another shift and now I am back at my computer in a room that is very different to mine, but it is still my room. I am at the computer and now all the Diablo shit that has happened seems to happen at once on the computer. I am fairly surprised for two reasons, firstly he shouldn't be in the catacombs, secondly I know the other times it has happened have just been HHs. He is running at me and hitting me so quickly, other monsters join the fight, they all die except him and in the end I run out of healing pots and die as well.

Notes: I wake up feeling really disheartened, for not realising I am dreaming although the mantra was clearly carried over. roughly 2-2.5 hours have passed in sleep so the REM period wouldn't have been that long. Now when thinking about it the next day, it is probably not that bad of a first attempt.
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I am in a race of sorts, where we all have to pick up a racing car with varying abilities and proficiencies, a bit like Mario carts. My vehicle is a mixture of a pig and an insect, and I know it isn't the fastest available, but I get a good start. At a point in the race I stop to marvel at I believe it is John Cleese, who is lifting his cart up to the second floor within a moving truck and running it through it so he can get out on the other side. I don't know why he is doing this, but the action does seem somewhat rational, like he might have picked up a card from a deck that tells him to do this.
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I am talking to someone about some activity that will excuse me from social interaction, and I tell people I like it, besides that it means that I can shower up to 5 times a day which is good.
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I am at a construction site, a big one and I ma there to test the lift going up to the roof where the actual construction is taking place. As I walk out I am a bit uncertain and frightened because there are no rails, it would be easy to fall down. I walk into the building and I get the impression that it is a stadium they are constructing. I notice that I have actually gone over an area where you can see down to the ground and it would be possible to fall between the pieces of wood supposed to hold the roofing so I quickly find a more suitable place to stand.

I speak with one of the people working there, and all of a sudden I am employed as a worker. I know I have no expertise in this area so I tell them, that they need to instruct me for whatever they want me to do.

We are putting on the roofing, it is made of plastic, it is blue and the way it works is that you slide your new piece under the one that has already been put down and make them sort of click together in a trench. I ask if gloves would be needed for that and the guy currently putting out pieces tells me it would help as the otherwise there is a risk of injuring your hand.

He tells me that he will probably need me to crawl out over the edge again and start putting down pieces out there. He then say that he probably wouldn't ask me to crawl in such an unsafe location, but I tell him that I don't mind. I have done worse when I was little and besides that the pieces of wood are so close together that it is difficult to fall through, yet I am a bit nervous still.

skip

I am on the ground with a piece of roofing and I am explaining to one of my mates that it is a different type of plastic than your average shed roof. It is more resilient and difficult to penetrate.

04-07-11 Fragments. I remember being involved with Kiersti from my study, started out with just saying Hi to her as she was sat on a sofa. Then progrssed to a kiss and after that we had a walk where we agreed that we needed to talk. We ended up doing some major petting in her hallway, but nothing more than that. I remember the various ways I tried to kiss her all felt a little different and I was trying to get the right balance of tounge.

Duki wanted to know how it went with her the day after that (note: he has played an awful big part in a lot of my dreams recently).
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Something about watching a football match at a mates house. We are watching on the small telly at first, but decide to switch it over to the big one. However the owner of the TVs is being a cock and make the image roll up behind the screen as we are watching. For some reason I actually find this football match interesting although normally I wouldn't.
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Something about kaiser on the phone talking to me that we should meet up at our destination and I should try to bring beers, or maybe he was going to try bringing beers.
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I am in a house with a lot of funny angles and shapes and for some reason I have keys to all the rooms so I walk around opening pretty much any door I come across. At one point I bump into Daniel's little brother fully dressed in the shower. He asks me what I think of the house and I tell him that it is a bit weird with all the funny angles, he said that he likes that and was struggling for words and I finished the sentence “it is what gives it it's charm” for him.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

31/11/10 It is after a training session, might even have been a match, and a similar crew to the basket people I am loosely associated with are there. We are playing some weird description of football, which is all for play and a way of gearing down after the game. We are going to a party that may have already started. Shaq is there. The entire atmosphere is quite jolly although the team I am on is getting our asses handed to us. Although I feel like an outsider and not completely within my rights to be there I still don't think I am the one performing the worst although I keep my mouth shut about that. We are having fun and we go down to the party find a couple of new balls and go upstairs again. I am hinting at some balls I would think are top quality for the game we are playing, but when I find one I was thinking about I realise it may be too slippery...

There is something about some changing rooms either after or before this section of the dream.

There might have been more to it, but I cannot quite remember...

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

22/11/10 Fragments

Battling Darth Vader
Using the force to steal an idle light sabre from him.
Just the two of us in a star ship.
He is planning to do evil.
The force is failing me, bar the telekinesis.

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Awakening in a dark side setting.
A girl is lying bound up on a medical table.
She is in a coma.
I am there in 3rd person view.
Someone is there with me, he is naked as well.
I think I refer to him ass my “uncle”.
The girl is my girlfriend maybe.
She communicates with my “uncle” telepathically.
She sparks lust in him he cums on the floor.
She is driving him towards sacrificing my arm for her to wake up.
She is promising nights of passion.
I refuse.
I am lying on the bed and she tells me that it is indeed her telling my “uncle” to take my arm.
I spin around and all of a sudden hold my “uncle's” neck between the blades of a garden shears.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

17/11/10 The dream was massive but I remember little before actually turning lucid.
There was something about a mini LAN event.
Thomas Marcusen (old school friend) was there.
Stoffer was there.
Then there is a massive park of some description, the sun is shining.
We are setting up tables for a public event.
I feel like I don't quite belong there, although I am a common face in the group.
There is a woman from my study who is sort of taking the lead.
I grab some milk and start drinking it out of the carton, but am careful not to let my lips touch it in case anyone else want some.
Think there is a quick thinking process about mouth-mouth transmitted diseases.
Rasmus is talking about how his brother has come home for the weekend.
He has gone to a festival and returned a day later without saying he was going, now with a woman in his bed, although this woman later is a man.
The boys and I are going to a fight between some random (played by the actor playing Cas is Supernatural) guy and Geaorge Foreman, who is actually Evander Holyfield, but we call him George.

The fight is messy and unclean, but the crowd seems to love it so an atmosphere is building and the fighters embrace it. George seems to have the upper hand and at one point knocks the other guy clean out, that is the first time we see it. Although we are physically present at the fight there is still a replay function and seen from another angle the other boxer returns to his feet very swiftly, which I find a bit strange. There is a break up and Cas takes the opportunity to throw George to the ground and gets a stern warning from the ref, however there is limited the ref can really do at this point due to the intense atmosphere surrounding the fight. George knocks him through the ropes and to the floor and at this point I am standing in the ring and start a chant that takes the crowd with me “To the Floor!”. George takes it to the floor and starts stomping on the poor guys face, I feel a little bad for this.

After this I am in a class room of sorts and here Cas is teaching something concerning sleep cycles. I feel very tired and I am walking around in a beige suit, hmm it has been a long time since I have worn this suit (technically I don't have the vest I was wearing either IWL). I feel like I have pulled an all-nighter, but I am there out of respect for the guy. We are old friends after all. It is a bit like a film scene where two main characters look at each other in silent understanding, except I don't understand at all why I know the man, but I know I am given the context of the situation. He is teaching something about re-arranging letters in words, that although slightly amusing seems pointless, but relevant somehow. He is walking around the class and spots me, I wink at him and he comes over. He abandons the class because we have something to talk about, which I think is a goodbye. We go to his flat and I lay down on the bed and shortly after so does he although he takes his clothes off first, which means it is getting slightly uncomfortable for me. We talk about something and towards the end of the conversation I give him a brief hug making sure he is covered in a duvet before doing it. I get up.

I look around and my eyes fall upon a glass covered surface. It is dark, but still the surface doesn't produce a reflection of any kind. Hang on a minute this is what I was just paying attention to in waking life. I am dreaming. I talk to the professor who is supposed to be an expert on sleep cycles, yet he has never heard of the topic of Lucid dreaming. I spend a lot of time rubbing my hands and activating my senses while I talk to him about lucid dreaming in order to stabilise the dream. I try flying through the window as a demonstration, doesn't work, damnit. Ah ok, just going to try to fly through it backwards, success! I am now in a park of some description, the sun is shining brightly and everyone in the park seems to be wearing a smile of peace and enlightenment. I run over the grass and while doing so I try and pick up a ball using Telekinesis, which I am only somewhat successful with (The ball moves in the direction I want, but can't keep up with my pace). I leave it for a bit and try and think about what to do. I am not going to call Mitzu, as I am afraid she will just end the dream prematurely so instead I decide to try out something new, to see if I can make lightning shoot out of my hands, which I can't although my arm starts throbbing in the effort.

I try and think if there are some tasks I should be doing as I am manoeuvring around the city paying attention to all the details to remain in the dream. Minka (very old and dear friend) appeasr on a bike and I think that there was something about being thankful, or was that last month? Who cares, I call out to her to stop, she is riding a bike. She says she will come back in one minute, I tell her we are dreaming, she stops pronto and gets off the bike. I tell her I am thankful for her always being kind and a good friend and hug her. I carry on down the street trying to get my phone to work, it sort of does, but I can't seem to get to the texting interface propper so I can't write kaiser, gah some other time maybe.

I fly around for a bit thinking about what to do, damn I have a poor creative imagination. Ah well, I recently had a dream about duelling Darth Vader, where I wished I was lucid so I expect him to pop up around the corner, which he does. He hands me a sabre and we kick it off and I demonstrate my very limited force powers to my friends as they appear. Although it is great fun being in a sabre fight it was actually more entertaining when I wasn't lucid, when the sense of fear actually meant something however I enjoyed it enough for it to have been worthwhile, I mean it is after all a light sabre. I realise I have been focusing too much on Vader and the dream starts to fade as I wake up.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

10/11/10 Party at the top floor, entered via fire escape, dancing as part of a spell, have to leave for a moment, I keep swirling and believeing, Pil is somehow better and more experienced than me, transfer of knowledge through breaking of the spell and the bond shared within, blood bond?, symbolic knowledge, knowledge of letters, someone there, knocking in the ceiling as part of the spell, call Daniel so he knows it is just part of the spell, mette and friends invite me in second time around, bump into Casper/Sauer on the way in second time, they are leaving, I care little, go inside Mette's place and make sure I invite peeps from upstairs, I am offered food, not the cheese as it really taste like cheese and mette thinks that is bad, I try and explain it is ok and she should give it to me, pil says the sameand is eating some of the cheese.
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I am in the woods climbing trees, the primary part of them are badly mutilated, there is a narrative going and I am being educated about the trees, some trees change as you get closer to the crown, others have parasitic entanglements native to them (and as such grow quicker!). I have a small retractable knife with me and I am cutting in the trees, I don't have malicious intent and what I am doing doesn't seem wrong (this logic later baffle's me and I remember I find it strange that I had to use a grass sort as the perfect wood for a bow). The season is a bit off for learning I decided and exit the woods right out into the streets where Thure is waiting. He explains that I should try and get Pil to teach me Magic as I might get experience and progress I tell him “Hah, so I can become a level ½ wizard!?” in a jokey tone although I contemplate telling him about the surges of energy I have been feeling lately. I say “If it was a fight where anything goes I would probably beat him.”
“Well actually I don't know” I continue sincerely
Thure joins in “Well he is actually quite strong.”
“Yeah and I have lost quite a bit of my mojo since the last time I worked out”
I challenge him to a sprint and he agrees. I almost beat him, but something happens towards the end that make me slip up. Some random guy asks if we are to do it again, I say yes, but I don't really feel like inviting him in so I select a distance that is narrow enough that even 2 people would have issues in certain points of the course. There is a countdown from 3 led by me and we are off again, I am in front most of the time, but Thure beats me towards the end, I just can't seem to be going any faster. The random guy shouts out “Why yes of course” during the sprint and explains that Thure won due to his running economy and the fact that he maintained a vertical posture in the beginning whereas I was flat out sprinting leaned forward the entire time. I look at him intensely as he seems to know what he is talking about and say to Thure “Again!” we prepare for another sprint. I wake up.

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Being stuck on a tropical island as I had to go back to get my clothes.
My mum was there as well.
Told her I was going insane.
She told me it was because of grandma we were there as longs as we were.
A broken toilet, tried to fix it, disgusting!
Finding various pieces of old clothes I don't know where are now.

Skip or new dream

On Bornholm, somehow it is in a different climate branch than usual.
Driving on muddy biking paths, running too.
There are crocodiles on all sides of the paths.
Driving in a golf buggy, bikers in the way, they don't seem to understand that I am not quite driving a car.
I loose my shoe, which is really a fish and it gets eaten by a baby croc.
This means I have to run through mud and crocs bare footed.

Skip

I am in Africa, on a shore.
In a documentary where they are showing ancient hunting techniques and how they have discovered that they are different to what previously assumed.
They are hunting crocs, and preserving them making sure they don't over hunt.
At a point I have to run across the shore on difficult cave terrain and stamp the crocs out of their caves.
I am a bit scared.
I end up knocking loose a big shield shaped rock, this defines the old king as remainging the king although he was just challenged by his son.
He gives me a set of 3 ancient (or not that ancient) mugs as a thanks.

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Sisse is coming down the street on a bike.
She tells me about how her mum is cutting up materials and making shirts.
She would like to sell this in Thailand.
I tell her I can help.
Something about Facebook.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

02/11/11 I was in a forest setting with multiple vehicles around me. Something about having three appearances to choose from I can only remember 2 of them, the first being Ben Affleck, who was also a supreme angel of darkness and the other I can remember was that of the guy supposed to be the temporary vessel for Lucifer in Supernatural (Nick). I speak to a black horse with a fierce set of teeth, it remembers this zombie servant that is escorting me and my companion around. He is allowed to touch it. Then I switch to the appearance of Nick and ask if the horse has ever encountered this before, which it hasn't and it is confused as to what it is supposed to do. I run into Ben Affleck in a doorway and quickly have to change face as I apparently have changed to his.

Something about a seriously bad ass Mexican officer chasing me and a woman through the same little forest military compound as before. I end up switching on some nifty awareness tricks I have to find secret aspects of buildings and hidden spots in the level.

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Flying somewhere to bomb the living crap out of it. Think it might be during second world war as the people we are “borrowing” the planes from are “don't know” that we are doing it. We are successful to an extend. A massive Hercules type plane coming over the horizon of the docks/airfield we are at.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

01/11/10 Mainly fragmented stuff have been on a week long break to see if I could reduce the amount of stress I had associated with dreaming (RCs, awareness checks and writing down). My recall seems to have improved slightly, but I have forced myself not to write things down, but here I am back again.

Was in a computer FPS like scenario, had a feeling I was in someone else's dream. Kept running over the same places looking for something, the key to get further with no success. I was climbing stuff.

Same scenery but I am supposed to be there, being followed by two teenagers, Jacob Bausager seems afraid of them, he borrows the plane and crashes it, it is my parents I go ballistic, I trusted him with it.

different people setting up various outlets to make money, Martin is one of them, I have one of his beers and help him out a bit. His mum comes and tells me I have always understood him, I don't understand this as I was horrible to him in school, we talk about his legs. Martin explains how I used to hit them, back in school when they were at their worst.

Drinking blood of a woman, she has betrayed me and I shouldn't have come out on top, but her blood gives me strength, when she is almost completely dry I get a narcotic rush and tell her “Now I know why they drain them completely” She replies that I haven't come close yet. I feel euphoric I feel like having sex with this woman, but I am not going to do it with her dead. I start pouring blood into the hole I have been sucking from, she asks what I am doing and I reply that I don't want to kill her. She sounds hopeful, but tells me that I will need to hypnotise her. I tell her I don't know how to do that and she explains that I will need to talk to Thomas (White Court Vamp, Dresden Files) about that.

OK a note here: During my time in Thailand I got attacked by vampires, they laid off the attacks as I stroke a bargain with the family patron vamp. I was suspicious then as to what was involved in the deal, but nothing so far has come up. This is my first vamp related dream since then and the only one ever with me on the sucking side. Although I try to be a good guy I must admit I am fairly interested in seeing if this is somewhat part of the same overall plot. IWL as per me writing this down I can't help but think “Is this it, am I turning now?”

(This next section I think I was more awake than in a dream, but I will write it down anyhows)

I am in the other guys dream as mentioned before, fairly positive I have just been awake. I am practising expectations behind doors, as a way of changing scenery (I am horrendous at dream control involving change of location). So the entire exercise for me here is to successfully explore a dream while lucid (A flowing change of scenery where I don't get caught up in my poor conscious imaginative skills to interfere). I keep thinking to myself “Damn this doesn't count, I can't even get into first person, so really I am just visualising all of this and not dreaming at all. Damn that means I will wake up shortly as well” (A pretty non-productive way of thinking!) It only lasts about 30 seconds to a minute.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

24-10-10 Smaller frags that all connect to an overall story I can't fathom atm.

Train travelling with my family to Amsterdam.

People getting off at various unintended stops.

Kid getting lost in Amsterdam (a theatre maybe?)

A kid, maybe myself, that demonstrates incredible intellectual reasoning capacity for his age.

Train travelling back, this time people get off at the right places.

I am buying a new phone, it is expensive as hell and has 3 screens when folded out.

Lisbeth, an old instructor from psychology, comments on this.

I manage to unintentionally steal another phone that looks more like a long lighter.

I look at a lot of phones, I get the feeling the company (or the woman trying to sell me stuff) is untrustworthy.

Ronja is there and the kid that is lost has some connection to her.

She is really worried, I try and calm her down.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

20/10/10 I was booting up WoW again (been clean for aprox 6 months now) and I couldn't wait to just get out the old death knight, play around with some random mobs and get into tanking again. During the installation there were videos of the various instances and raids, although thinking back on it they had nothing to do with the actual dungeons in the game.

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My death knight or main character is on a peer system somewhere looking for something. There may be flight involved, seem to remember looking for a person.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

18-10-10 I am at a beach and there is a very young kid, this kid belongs to one of my friends and she is panicking whenever he enters the water. This is understandable though as he cannot swim. He runs into the water and my cousin and I rush after him with the woman screaming in the background. My cousin only gets his green hat, and I dive into to pick up the kid and get him up. I ask him why he runs into the water when he knows it can kill him. He replies that I am always there to pick him up, to which I respond that I will and cannot possibly be for the entire future. I then start jumping down logically organised plateaus of different depths of water on the beach to find something that will be ideal for the boy.

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Something about coordinating travel in a tropical house with my family present.