Diary of a Mad Man

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The Dyson Sphere War (Epic Dream) Part 1 (Movie Type Dream. Minimal Awareness) I was walking the street as a nine year old after being told about stars. The streets were narrow and the houses small. Cars were electric and automatically guided and scarce. Most people did not use cars, they were for the elites, the few who contributed or ruled. No lights on the street. There was no need for them as there is no night in a Dyson Sphere. Forever daylight. The teacher had told us about the stars outside the sphere. They are the same as our shrunken sun in the centre of our sphere but you can see them, far away, so far that they looked like tiny spots of light. What a concept! I was not paying any attention to my surroundings as I was wondering about stars and how they would look like for real. I bump into the town’s fool. Although everything is provided to all by our society, the town‘s fool has not washed himself nor his clothes for a long time. He stinks of bitter sweet sweat (Like a Wendy’s Hamburger) and his face is blackened by too much sun and dust. “You’re the one aren’t you?”. “What?” I reply. “You know, the one“. “The one what, what are you talking about?”. He points at the sun and says “The sun knows and I know the sun” Part 2 (Movie Type Dream. Minimal Awareness) I am older now, mid 20s. There are some talks about the sun getting unstable. Something about radiation build up causing irregularly large solar flares. The elites deny it, life as usual as they say. Plans of evacuation are denied as foolish rumours started by radicals. People want to know about the ships and the talks of a liveable planet that could be used to save the people. The commoners fear that the evacuation plans are real but only for a select few. Talks of rebellion are in the air. Part 3 (Movie Type Dream. Medium Awareness) I am about 35. The world is now ravaged by civil war and various destructions from the sun’s fury. Mayhem in the streets, The evacuation ships are on the pads, and people are running towards them at various locations. My family and I are walking in the shallow sea to reach the ship on the pad at the docks across the bay. “We’ll never make it?” my sister yields. “Have faith” I say. For some reason, everyone is in a single file on the sea, walking and screaming towards the ladder of the dock. We walk pass them. “Hey, you can’t do that, get back in line!” someone says. I ignore the discontent and proceed on. I am now hovering instead of walking. The ladder is my goal! I get there quickly. I reach the ladder and climb up. Then start to help everyone up onto the platform. Suddenly, I hear a loud bang behind me and turn around and the ship is gone up in smoke. Someone - “The radicals, the radicals blew up the ship!”. I turn to the ladder and the town fool is there. “You are the one. You can save us! Only you can!”. “OK”. I run to the landing pad and transform into a ship. Though I am still a man. One by one, the people are transported inside. I take off. In the air, all the ships are under fire, some are falling and crashing. I am hit and falling as well, I turn on my back while falling, There is a ship above. Ship to ship. “We have room, Send whoever you can!”. I stretch my arms towards the ship, wrists together and palms open toward the ship. The transfer takes place as a ray of colour reaches the ship. Ship “We have them”. Me “Good luck!” and I crash. Part 4 (Movie Type Dream. More Aware) I stand up. I look at the sun. Massive solar spots form on its surface. And slowly take the shape of 666. Radicals cheer on “We won we won”. Me thinking - no you didn’t. I stretch my arms towards the sun, wrists together and palms open and a transparent light is projected towards it. The numbers flicker and rotate, slowly, frame by frame (flick flick flick like a series of still pictures) until the numbers spell 999. Radicals yield is despair. “Noooo!”. Part 5 (Movie Type Dream. Extreme Awareness) With my arms stretched out, I take off towards the sun. I am flying. I hit the sun and am now inside I wake up briefly (Heavy Panting. Possible False Awakening) and fall asleep Conclusion on next post…

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(Conclusion) Madness of the sun Part 1 (Movie type dream, medium awareness) I am inside the sun, it is black. In the background, a voice cries: “I’m insane!” Then a highly futuristic environment manifests itself in front of me (a lot of computer consoles. It looks like I‘m inside a giant computer). Then a bunch of entities also appear (No description possible). Entity “You are not one of us! You are not smart enough! You don’t belong here!”. To which I reply “You don’t belong here either, now what have you done?” Entity: “I was here first, this is my place”. In the background “I’m insane!”. I reply “If you were here first then why was there no one here. This should have given you a clue that you are not supposed to stay here, now what damage have you done?” (This doesn’t make sense to my “movie watching“ self). In the background: “I’m insane!” Entity: “I was here first, I built this place.” Me: “This place was not here when I arrived. You only think you were first. First, last have no meaning here”. In the background “I’m insane!”. Me: “Who keeps saying that?” Entity (Lying): “I don’t hear anything”. Me: “Tell me of your place then“. (Summarization of incomprehensible computer jargon. See myself in the 3rd person) Entity: “Well, I use this technology to create the environment. I enter requests here and I get results there“. Me: “Have you noticed the damage to the system caused by your requests?” Entity: “What damage?” Me, pointing on screen: “The damage there, there and there, can’t you see?”. Entity: “I don’t follow?” Me: “And you said I was not smart enough. Here, it’s right in your face.” Entity: “No, that always happens, it’s normal.” I enter a request in the computer then: “I’m insane!”. Me “There, see?” Entity: “That’s normal, it’s just background noise. Can‘t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs hehehe”. Me. “OK, I have heard enough. Time for you to leave”. I jump into the screen. Part 2 (Fully Lucid, Full Control, 1st person) I am inside the computer. I have no body but can see the environment as computer busses and chips. I travel a bus and get to a chip. Access Denied is written on it. I change direction to another chip. I pass through. Get to another…. This goes on and on for ever. I think the entity is trying to stop me from the outside. Everything starts to accelerate. I am now faster than the outside influence and am finally able to go through the right pathway. I finally reach the centre of the computer. The mother chip has 1001001 written on it (rel. Rush song: 1001001 SOS). Time stands still for ever. I can‘t move, I can’t think. Zero time. I force myself out of this state. Then slowly, very slowly, time starts up again. It looks like each single word of my thoughts are divided by an infinite amount of time. Must…. Reboot….The….System…. (Command)Reboot….Or….Stay….Insane. Chip: “I’m scared!”. Me “You’ll be OK. You always have been. You must reboot while you can, I don’t know how long I can hold it. I don’t know if I can make it back. You must”. Chip: “How do I know you aren’t lying?” Me: “I don’t know if I am lying.”. Chip: “OK, I can trust that.” Darkness… Part 3 (awareness) In the darkness now. There is nothing around. Who am I, where am I. I hear a voice “Are you OK?”. Me: “Who said that?”. A form appears in front of me and takes the shape of a 13 year old boy. The boy looks like someone with down syndrome. “It’s me! Don’t you remember, You saved my ass!”. Me: “I don’t remember anything, where am I, who am I“. Boy: “Thank you. Let me return the favour.” He winks at me and, with both arms and hands, point to his right towards a point of light. I am pulled towards it. The light grows into a logo (icon) of some sort. As I get closer, the icon transforms into some sort of space station. I reach it, it is enormous. I touch it and wake up. I panted and panted for 15 minutes. Analysis Next Post

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Analysis General This is the first dream I had as an adult where the environment was not reality emulating and the first dream as an adult where I can fully recall (though loosely) the dream. After this dream, most of my dreams have been easy to recall, including old ones I had as a child, before my 20 year drought. This dream seems to have unlocked the ability to take control over unwanted situations in the dream world. I guess kicking a whole lot of crap out of my mind allowed me greater control. This dream happened before the release of the second Matrix movie. The dream happened during the Solar Flare peak activities of the sun, late 2002, early 2003 The Dyson Sphere War Part 1 The scene is from an Old Science Fiction book I read as a kid. The Town Fool is a real person in my past, when I was a kid of about nine. The reference to The One is from the Matrix. The dream started as an overall view of the landscape, like camera panning from above until I enter the kid body. At the same time, general comprehension of the situation seems to enter my mind. My thought are dream related and so are memory of events that occurred to the kid in the dream. I found it intriguing that I only knew I was dreaming but had not control of was I was doing, saying or thinking. I also found intriguing that, when in the dream I have not concept of who I really am (the guy sleeping in his bed) Part 2 Solar flares real life influence. Part 3 My sister is the same one as in real life though here she is 12 when I am 35. IRL She is older than me. The ships are the same as the Matrix’s hover craft. Remnants of New Age crap I once held dear. I guess this chapter tell me even though I might have failed myself, I did not fail the people I love. I can Hover! Great. Part 4 Old theology crap resurfaces with the solar flare outside influence. Basic good vs. evil battle. Use of new age to conquer over old principles. Possibly the crap I knew and believed is not all that useless if it can be used the conquer the evils I have imagined. Part 5 I can fly! Even better. After having conquered the delusions of my surroundings that held me down, I am free. Now for conquering the delusions of my inner self, Represented by the inside of the sun. Madness of the sun Part 1 Since I cannot visualize my inner mind, it manifests as something familiar. The entities and the main entity are shapeless and indescribable. My mind cannot give them shape. I guess my ID figures it is safer for itself not to provide concrete objectivity. That way it cannot be harmed. Although it provided and indirect way for me to interact which proved to be its own demise. I knew computers in a both concrete and metaphorical fashion. And I knew software as well. “I’m insane” is the cries of my inner self unable to cope with the harmful “Threads” that have taken over it‘s operating principles. The thought principles of the entities are derivatives of the over educated morons I had to deal with in my life. These figures usually held more powerful positions than me. It seems that in my head, in order to regain control of my own thoughts and beliefs, I need to destroy the “impostoring” entity. Each action taken from the moron who thinks he is god causes damage to the truth. Reflected here by the “I’m insane!” response from the surroundings whenever the entity talks or performs an action. It is clear to me that the entity did not belong where it thought it did, in my head, So, since I cannot interect with it directly (it has no physical form). I need to deal with it indirectly. Part 2 The surroundings is influenced by the Lawnmower Man, I find the representation of my inner self. I kinda like the Rush Song used by the self to tell me it is in trouble. Such a reference would have gone unnoticed by the entity. The reboot statement causes a purge of the system, Getting rid of all that is unwanted from the subconscious. Mostly, all the “threads” that have usurped the powers away from its true owner. Part 3 When all have been purged, the only thing left is my own self. Pure with no influences. Empty space. The though of wondering who and where I am creates an entity that knows the truth. The entity is a derivative of the Kid on the Moon of the Dream Works film makers, with a touch of down syndrome. When I was a kid, a friend of mine and I had once imagined that such people are probably much smarter than us. We were just to dumb to understand them. Some time after this dream, I noticed the new animated logo of a local TV station (at the bottom right of the TV screen). It was almost identical to what I had seen in the dream. Did I see it before the dream? I could not tell. It was freaky.

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Lost Love and Lost Car I am at a party and need to go to the washroom (Too much beer). The washroom is nothing more than an old style urinal with a mirror on top of it located in the main entrance of the main lobby. On the same wall as the urinal is a door-less doorway that leads to the parking lot. So, while I’m peeing, I can see the people coming in and out of the place, they pass right by me, almost shoulder touching, saying hello like it‘s normal. I realize I am dreaming as I have been peeing forever. I am also starting to have penis farts. (Penis farts and long pee time are a common trigger for me to realise I am dreaming. Good thing I am not peeing for real.) A girl coming in from the parking lot starts to have a conversation with me. She is in the doorway on my left. Cute girl: “Hi! Nice penis!” Me: “Thanks, though I am having troubles with it right now” I start to have severe penis air pressure followed by urine; Very much like when you cut the main water supply from the house and turn in back on when the pipes are full of air. The urine splashes against the wall of the urinal with such speed and force that it splashes back at me. I am getting wet. Me: “Arrrgh, Dam” Cute girl: “Very impressive!” Me: “Yeah, it often happens when I’m dreaming” Cute Girl: “Are you with the party?” Me: “Yes, perhaps I’ll see you inside?” Behind me I hear someone clear her throat. Cute girl (Pointing behind me): “Looks like you have company” I look in the mirror. It’s S (S is an old love that did not reciprocate) S: “Can you help me?” Me: “I don’t know, I’m a little busy right now” Cute girl: “Looks like you have a decision to make. I’ll see you when you’re done” S: “Can you help me, I can’t find my car” I turn my head to her, Still peeing in the urinal: “I don’t know, I’m sort of having penis problems right now”. Thinking I’m going to have fun at the party if I ever stop peeing. S gets closer. Me: “You should stay back unless you want piss all over your little black dress” Too late, she gets some. “I warned you!” My penis is now a garden hose and getting longer and longer. I am hosing the urinal. The environment changes. My penis is now a full garden hose. It is now connected to the wall of a building. I am now watering some flowers. I am no longer me. S: “Excuse me, I can’t find my car. Can you help me?” Me: “Sure young lady, what kind of car is it?” We now travel from parking lot to parking lot, walking through homes and restaurants and hotels. Changing scenes after scenes. No luck. S: “You used to be so good at finding things” Me: “I can’t mind walk easily when there is no love” Fade out I am now washing dishes. S walks in, past the kitchen table and hugs me amorously. My arms are stuck on my chest between both bodies. She steps back angrily. S: “Why did you do that?” Me: “Do what” S: “Hug me like that!” Me: “Darling, it is you who hugged me. Look at my arms and look at yours” S: “But I… I am so confused” (She used to say that all the time) Me: “You know, you’ll have to let me go” S: “What?… But I don’t… I can’t” Me: “You must, this is killing me” S: “But I… I… I… love… you” (sobbing) Me: “Sorry, it’s too late” S: “It can't be” Me (Singing) “Walk away from me my love…” She turns and walks away as she fades out. I wake up. Dam. She made me loose the cute girl. Analysis: Pretty obvious that this was about unresolved issues with S. I know she loved me IRL from the things we did together. But she just could not deal with it. When I told her I loved her she said she didn’t know if she loved me or not. That was the end of that. I wonder if this was a loosely coupled shared dream. The evidence lies in the scene change while at the urinal (from my environment to hers, from being me to being an old gardener) and the confusion about the hug. A few days after this dream, I was watching Pinks. At the end of the show, I freak out as I hear the same song I used in the dream.

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Quick Precog Dream Originally posted in another thread I was lucid in the last Matrix movie. Before it came out. There was three of us, each one going through the subway ticket arms wall, whatever you call it. I decided to do it in a special way. I simply did a hand stand/roll over it. I hear. Cool, I never thought of doing it that way. That was the whole dream. When I saw the movie, I flipped. I was Neo’s bitch. Damned. I only take comfort in the fact that I was Neo's girl for only a few seconds, only for the stunt. Plus, It really looked cool. I did not know who I was, I only saw my hands on the floor and was aware of wearing leather and being very ummm flexible. It could have been worst, I could have been Trinity in the second movie getting it on with Neo. That would have freaked me out. Strange Language Originally posted in another thread I had a dream in medieval times. We were at a dinner at a lords manor or castle. The people next to me were speaking a language I could understand. The lords, at the lords table were using another “gibberishy” language we could not understand. I started to focus on the words and, all of a suddenly, I could understand them. I stood up and said, in their language: “Hey, I heard that, I demand an apology?”. Apparently they were talking derogatorily about us. That was the whole dream. I have no clue if what they spoke was real or not though.

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Possible Shared Lucid Dream Originally posted in another thread I once was in a dream that seemed like everyone around were expert lucid dreamers. We had gathered up, two clans, for a fight to end all fights. Something about a dream war that had gone on far too long (According to one guy I talked with). We where instructed on what to do to beat the other clan. Those of you who can fly, you will attack from the east, those who can teleport will plant their bombs before you arrive. You will take down such and such a target. Those who can only walk will provide the final onslaught…. And so on (Details evade me now, this was a few years back). I could fly in this dream so we all took off. We were, what it seems, thousands in the air. On the ground, I could see the rest of the people, thousands as well. Quite impressive. I crashed and woke up when I got truly lucid and decided to fly outside the formation. So I don’t know who won. It did get me thinking on the possibility that I was not alone in that dream. I mean this sort of dream I had never had before. Complete story line and background with a final outcome. It felt like an online game and some of the people in there seemed to take it very seriously. I felt like a newbie and was told to shut up when I would ask a question. Shared Low Lucidity Dream Originally posted in another thread After having sex with this woman, we went to sleep. I the dream, I was with her and we were trying to cook a meal. Nothing worked, the toaster would not work, only 2 elements of the stove would work and the oven totally blew its bottom element. It lasted for a while, repeating scene after scene, like a loop. Finally, the girl said, “I think we’re dreaming“. I then woke up. I was not lucid in this dream but the experience really shook me. I was breathing heavily like I‘d been running like a mad man. The girl, who was also awake now, said, “Well, that was an interesting dream!”. She got up and went in the kitchen. I remained in bed, still confused about what had happen and especially about what she just said. (Did she really say that or am I still dreaming? I wondered). Then she yelled from the kitchen. “The stove is working!”. I did not ask about her dream; I was too scared about what the answer might be. Theory on Shared Dreams Originally posted in another thread My theory is that there would be different levels of connectivity ranged from no connection to loosely coupled to identical. No connection: You dream your dream, I dream mine all characters are ID Driven. Loosely coupled: You dream your dream, I dream mine, our delusions bleed on each other though the dream seems like a non connected dream as my delusion are perceived as something totally different by you. We could meet and have a conversation but you would only hear your interpretation of my words. I’d look like a DC to you (Though he would use my intellect to answer your questions). You’d be in a house and I’d be in a hotel, I’d be in the house with you, you’d be in the hotel with me. Our intellect would meet but in different ways. Tightly coupled: We share common gathering places that look identical, save that you might see an object as being one colour and I’d see the object in a different colour or slightly differently. Same object type but different characteristics, I see a babe, you see a cow (no offence). Conversations would be shared in less diluted fashion but still differently enough for misunderstandings. When we leave the common area, we’d become loosely coupled. The common area could be a bar. Yours is in Washington, mine in New York. Inside, all is mostly similar, outside it is different. Identical: We share the same dream, we experience the same information with no “filter“ between us. Some minor details could differ but they would be irrelevant. Note: I don’t think it is required that both people sleep and dream at the same time to share a dream. And that’s not taking into account the Lucidity Level we might be at.

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DNA Solution (Can control my movements but not my words) So I appear in this dream. The surroundings looks like a huge aquarium park. The kind you see whales through the glass. The aquarium glass surrounds this huge room, I look through the glass expecting to see fishes, sharks and whales. Instead I see various shades of blue swirling peacefully. Looks like a nebula/fog/water combination. I see a man at a computer console in the centre of the room on the right aquarium wall. feverously looking at his screen. I can see he has something on his mind so I approach him. As I get closer, I see a DNA strand as wide as a whale, swimming in the mist of the aquarium. As I get closer to the man he raises his head and looks at me. Man: “What are you doing here?” Me: ”Just dropped by, need some help? Man: I’ve been doing this for year, I doubt you know more about this stuff than me!” Me: “Well, sometimes, knowing less helps you know?. What’s your problem?” Man: “We’ve been tying to solve this DNA code and we can’t seem to get anywhere near a solution! All these combinations.” Me, looking at the screen: “You know DNA code looks a lot like computer code. It’s hard to figure out what it does if you are looking at a bunch of 0s and 1s.” Man: “What? DNA is nothing like computer code!” Me: “Make words out of it. It will make sense” Man: “You have no idea what you are talking about!” Me, in a booming voice that nearly shatters the aquarium walls: “64 words! 3 bytes per word you wanker!” I fade out into another dream Analysis All I knew about DNA when I had this dream (2002-03) is that it’s like computer code and it has four letters to represent the chemical bonds. Part from that, zilch. The following weekend I visit my brother and see he has bought his recent Scientific American and the main article was about how to simplify DNA by making 3 letter words of the four letter alphabet of DNA, resulting in 64 possible words. Thinking I might have had a shared dream with my brother about an article he read prior. I asked him if he read the magazine. He said he didn’t. I also asked his son. He hadn’t either. How did I get the solution to a problem I never even contemplated? Did I tell the researcher the solution and he made an article of the solution he got in the dream. Well, the article was written when I had the dream…. Well, chalk it up on the shared dreaming board as an asynchronous shared dream. The man seemed important, though a pompous ass. So, all I need to do is figure out if there is an important pompous ass researcher on the DNA case that had a dream about the 64 words revelation. It should be an easy thing to do LOL. The booming voice I used I call the “voice of god” A multiple harmonic voice that produces sub harmonics but the foundation is still my voice IRL. I used it before in another dream though not from my lips in that one I should document that one before I forget it.

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Multiplicity of a Strange Kind or Demons? or just plain old stupid kids playing around? This dream I had after sleeping with this girl. I had not seen her for a few month after we slept together when I had the dream. It involves being every character in the dream at the same time and being aware of being all the characters at the same time. A strange feeling The dream starts, I am lying in bed next to this girl. Being Me We have just made love and the girl is sleeping next to me and she is having an agitated dream. I am concerned and lay my hand on her chest, felling empathetic. Being her I am sleeping, exhausted from crashing from my coke high and my exhaustive sex session with this guy. I am having a weird dream. I become aware of being the guy next to me and being something else. Being A Possessive Entity I am an entity possessing the sleeping girl, it was easy to get in as she was all coked up. I become aware of being her and being the man next to her. I am aware of my (The Guy‘s) hand on my (the Girl’s) chest. I am aware of a 4th me hanging around. A powerful me. Voice of god The entity me hears this multi-harmonic scary voice that resonates throughout my selves (<-not a spelling mistake) “Get out…. Get out of that body now&#33;”. I recognise my voice as the foundation of all the harmonics. Exorsism I start to puke (as the girl me) and exit through the mouth (as the “demon” me) and see the man me performing the “exorcism” as I hear the god me speaking. I am all these at the same time and aware of that. I feel all entities as being myself and being them at the same time. The demon me exits and is propelled outward, everything starts going by very fast (from mouth to off planet through stars through galaxies) then all is dark. I open my eyes (I am someone else) and put down this strange device I had on my head. My eyes see this game cartridge and my ears hear this strange person’s mother call out. “Stop playing and come have your supper.” As the strange person me turns his head and starts to move away from where he was, I see a strange computer like desk I was sitting at and I see the sky. There is no house, just the night sky filled with asteroids and stars, the computer and a table setting with two beings (the strange kid’s Mom and Dad) at the table. They have no form, Just two blobs of energy. The dad (Voice like the one I heard prior but less booming): “How many times will I have to tell you to leave those people alone&#33;” My spirit leaves the boy and returns to the computer and dives into the game cartridge (It has a picture on it. It is the Birthday Card my sister gave me IRL with the words “Now the world is yours&#33;” on it). I quickly return to my dream body, next to the girl. I am now only aware of being me. The girl wakes up and says. “Wow, I had this weird dream, I feel so strange yet so good now, I never felt like this before“. I wink at her and I wake up as we start to make love. Analysis Being multiple entities and being aware of being each one is not explainable and I don’t know what to think about that though it gave me a sense of what it could feel like being everything at the same time. I never took coke in my life by I have noticed that some people who do coke seem to be possessed when on it. Like they are no longer themselves. This thought has bled into the dream. So, the logical thing to do is an exorcism. I no longer believe in hell so the result of the exorcism brought up an interesting alternate solution to people being possessed, derived from the movie “The 13th Floor” or “The Matrix”, A stupid kid possessing people inside a computer simulation. Or some people of the future using unknown technology capable of linking them to the people of the past. The latter seemed more true when I was dreaming.

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Satan you sexy bitch you So, I become lucid in total blackness. The moment I become aware a form in front of me takes shape and gradually morphs into this incredibly sexy woman. She glows and is totally white (no other colours). She point to her left with her left arm and hand and index finger to a sphere at a distance. She says nothing, just looks intently at me and points. I ask: “What do you want?” Her: Nothing. Again, more insisting: “What do you want?” Her: Slams her foot down and points insistingly. Me, again: “What do you want?” Her, still pointing: “Go there!” Me: “No” Her, slams foot down and points: “Go there!” Me: “No” Her, intrigued and slamming foot “You will go down there!” Me: “Why?” Her: “You will go down there and work for me!” Me: “No” Her, tantrumly slamming foot: “You will go down there and be my slave!” Me: “You’re kidding right?” Her: “You insolent little piece of shit do you know who I am?” Me: “No, but I have a feeling your about to tell me” Her: “I am as old as time itself! Now I order you to go down there and be my slave!” Me: “I was there when we invented time. You have nothing on me!“ Her: “How dare you! I command you to go down there…” As she speaks, I erase the sphere she is pointing to and interrupt her. Me: “Down there? What are you talking about! There is nothing there to go to!” Her: “What!?” She looks to the sphere now gone. She fades away and screams ! “Noooo, It can’t be!” Me: “I warned you you fucking bitch!” End Of Dream Analysis It is my dream. I am free, that is all. I will not be enslaved to life and it’s trappings; slaved to a woman‘s need for things and forced to work in order to support that. Especially not in my dreams. I mean fuck off. So, satan is a bitch. The bitch is life and you are enslaved to it. If life invades your dream, kill it.

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Lost Love and Lost Car I realize I am dreaming as I have been peeing forever. I am also starting to have penis farts. (Penis farts and long pee time are a common trigger for me to realise I am dreaming. Good thing I am not peeing for real.) The urine splashes against the wall of the urinal with such speed and force that its splashes back at me. I am getting wet. Me: “Arrrgh, Dam” Cute girl: “Very impressive!” Me: “Yeah, it often happens when I’m dreaming” Cute Girl: “Are you with the party?” Me: “Yes, perhaps I’ll see you inside?” [/b] Hey man, You linked to this page of dreams in a "Shared Dream" topic and I have been enjoying reading your experiences. I often have long-peeing dreams myself (although I have never had "penis farts" LOL&#33 and it is more often than not holding me back from a party or other good experience- or maybe a test/exam. A strange parralell between these peeing experiences we have is that it eventually ends up wetting us as it gets out of control (mine turns into a mist that gets blown onto me) and even stranger that a grl is impressed by it! Once I even had a science-minded girl want to study it (and the ejaculation that punctuated the end of it) and asked if I had anymore. LOL. I wonder if this kind of dream is archetypal and descibes a common pychological state between us and others that experience them. Food for thought, lol, Rob.

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Ozzy you freak show, you and your family are starting to piss me off I had this dream in 2003 during the SARS scare. The concert I become lucid sitting at a Ozzy concert, the show is fantastic and I am enjoying it. I then become aware that I am dreaming while Ozzy sings “Fool Like you”. I am getting nervous and restless and when it get to the lyrics: “He’s hiding residing deep within the crowd A hand out he’ll pull you down” The crowd turns toward me and jumps me. I get killed I guess. The bed store I wake up in a bed store, there are beds all over. I am on the top bunk of a bunk bed and on the top bunk of another bunk bed a few beds away is Jack Ozboune. I am about 6 and so is he. He yells out. “Nice bed, hope you don’t piss it“. I start to piss the bed (both the dream one and mine… arrgh) and I wake up Awake Arrrgh, my brand new king size bed! It’s 3-4 am and it takes all my mental power to stay awake as I wipe the bed with a bunch of paper towels. I need to sleep. Can barely stand up, so, when done and after going to the washroom to empty myself (I don’t even feel the need) I go back to bed on the other side, far away from the wet spot. The concert part II I am at the concert again but now, it is held in a small white hotel reception hall instead of the Coliseum. I am standing in front of the stage with a few dozen people. Ozzy is right there in front of me. He is dressed like the guy in the Twisted Sister album but it’s him. He sings-talks while walking right to left on the stage all while the heavy music follows his every action, moods and words: Ozzy, singtalking: “All right people, who’s next. Who‘s next to be shown the door. Jimmy, where‘s Jimmy?” Two concert security guard bring Jimmy to the stage. The crowd roars in excitement. Ozzy, singtalking: “Now, Jimmy, you know why you‘re here don‘t you?” Jimmy, complaining: “There must be a mistake, I don’t see why or how” Ozzy interrupts in true showmanship and raises his right hand, exposing the Holy Bible he is holding. Ozzy, singtalking: “Aren’t these your lies that influence the mass?” Jimmy looks at the book and reads on: “But these aren’t my words, these aren’t my words at all!” Ozzy, singtalking: “Are you saying you did not write this?” Jimmy: “Yes, these aren’t my words” Ozzy, singtalking: “Then you should have carved your words in stone! Jimmy, you’ve done enough damage, now you are out of here!” He grabs Jimmy by the neck and pant bottom and throws him into a door of light that opened up from bottom to top. Ozzy, singtalking: ”And that takes care of that, now, who’s next, who’s next to be kicked out!” All the time the crowd cheers on at every word and action Ozzy makes. He turn to me, winks and says: “Are you happy with my decision?”, to which I reply “Only time will tell”. I jump on stage and we start off a duet. When the song is done, cheers go on and I wake up. The bed store part II I wake up in the bed store again, different bed but same situation. I get up. Now, Jack and I are walking around trying out beds as our parents shop around (He has his parents and I have mine, they don‘t know each other). Meeting here is coincidental and, being two young bored boys, we pass time playing the “find the comfortable bed” game. I find one and he finds another a few beds away. I become lucid then Jack tells me: “You again, hope you did not mess your bed, hahaha. You know, I don’t like the way you used my daddy like that“. And he goes on and says “Hope you don’t pssssss the bed hahaha”. I piss myself in the dream and IRL. I wake up. Awake part II 5-6 AM Arrrgh! I pissed the bed again and I don’t even feel like going. WTF!?!?! My brand new mattress only has one side. I can’t just flip it over. Fuck you Jack hehehe. Now I sleep on dried up piss stains. Analysis: Don’t even want to go there. Let’s just say goodbye to Christianity as we were taught. 3:16 my ass. A few weeks later I went to see Ozzy live (He came down to help out the SARS situation through his concerts). Not as good as he used to be and certainly not as good as in my dream. It’s the fist time I pissed my bed as an adult. I haven’t done that again even when I am peeing while dreaming.

[Jess]

Arrrgh! I pissed the bed again and I don’t even feel like going. WTF!?!?! My brand new mattress only has one side. I can’t just flip it over. Fuck you Jack hehehe. Now I sleep on dried up piss stains.[/b] What a bastard!

[icuurd12b42]

What a bastard! [/b] Hehehe, he was bastardly funny.

[icuurd12b42]

Hey man, You linked to this page of dreams in a "Shared Dream" topic and I have been enjoying reading your experiences. I often have long-peeing dreams myself (although I have never had "penis farts" LOL&#33 and it is more often than not holding me back from a party or other good experience- or maybe a test/exam. A strange parralell between these peeing experiences we have is that it eventually ends up wetting us as it gets out of control (mine turns into a mist that gets blown onto me) and even stranger that a grl is impressed by it! Once I even had a science-minded girl want to study it (and the ejaculation that punctuated the end of it) and asked if I had anymore. LOL. I wonder if this kind of dream is archetypal and descibes a common pychological state between us and others that experience them. Food for thought, lol, Rob. [/b] The pissing event seems to be designed as though to prevent you from enjoying or controlling the dream. I find that disturbing. Removal of control through biophysical trickery. Though you have control, you can't do anything but piss around. Once I forced myself to walk away from the urinals. I ended up walking and pissing at the same time while DCs complained or laughed their ass off. I just could not stop. I wonder if people with the same phenomenon have dream control issues. I wonder what kind of sick ego driven entity would implement such a laughable yet devilish scheme of control prevention and why.

[Daen]

Once I forced myself to walk away from the urinals. I ended up walking and pissing at the same time while DCs complained or laughed their ass off. I just could not stop. I wonder if people with the same phenomenon have dream control issues. I wonder what kind of sick ego driven entity would implement such a laughable yet devilish scheme of control prevention and why. [/b] Lol! That's damned funny! Piss walking. I'll remind myself not to try that (although the girls might like it) I don't know if it relates particularly to dream control as opposed to life control perhaps. I don't have problems with dream control although I rarely try and force my idea of what should be in a dream- I use a combination of going with the flow and increasing awareness. I would never assume my subconscious was working against me, for as you said, that would be disturbing. Sorry to hear about your new kingy... I did that on my first day of high school... what wusses we are. Lol Peace, Rob.

[icuurd12b42]

Lol! That's damned funny! Piss walking. I'll remind myself not to try that (although the girls might like it) I don't know if it relates particularly to dream control as opposed to life control perhaps. I don't have problems with dream control although I rarely try and force my idea of what should be in a dream- I use a combination of going with the flow and increasing awareness. I would never assume my subconscious was working against me, for as you said, that would be disturbing. Sorry to hear about your new kingy... I did that on my first day of high school... what wusses we are. Lol Peace, Rob. [/b] Me too, usually. These words triggered a thought... The peeing problem usually happens when I decide not to go with the flow; when I disagree with the storyline and decide to go against my ego's will (choosing option c instead of the given a or b options). The reaction is kinda like a pissed off film director punishing the actor for disagreeing about doing a scene.

[icuurd12b42]

Lois Lane and Superman 2003-2004 - After 2 dates with this girl. She ended the last date by saying: “I really like you, you are a very intelligent man but you smoke and I don’t think I could live with that.” To which I replied: “Sorry to hear that but smoking is my last vice and I don’t think I’ll ever let that one go.” She: “But it’s bad for you!” Me: “So is everything in life” She:”??” The weekend after the last date, I had a dream of a third date with the girl The dream date I drive to the city to pick her up. I stop the car in front of her house and she walks out the door. We meet halfway on her stone path on the lawn. Her: “So, where are we going?” Me: “My home town is having a fireworks display. We’ll go for a bite downtown and then go see it.” Her: “Is it far because I have to get up early tomorrow.” Me, thinking, great way to start of a date ”30 minutes. The show ends at 10:30 so we’ll be back early, around 11 - 11:15” Her, hesitantly: “Ok then. If I am not to tired after the dinner.” Me, thinking great, maybe I should drop you off now!: “Alright then” The dream fast forwards to the fireworks. We are both sitting on the hood of the car, I brought a blanket and she’s wearing it for warmth. I have my arm around her and her head rests on my shoulder. The fireworks go on in front of us. “It amazing”, she says, “Thanks for insisting I come”. I suddenly float away behind us and see us both in front of myself, sitting on the car with the fireworks roaring in the background”. 1st person now… The fireworks are over and we are walking back to my house. We are now in the house, on the couch, making out. I can see she’s really into it. She pulls away and asks: “What do you want to do now?”. I reply, “Well, do you what to have sex of watch a movie? Your choice.” She: “Well, it’s getting late, I should be going.” Me: “We’re dreaming, we can do anything we want!” She: “You can’t be serious. Now please take me home.” Me: “OK” So we get out the back door to the backyard. She: “Why are we getting out the back door, the car’s in front!” Me: “I know, I’m taking you home. It‘s faster this way.” I grab her by the waste and pull her close to my body. “Are you ready? Just look up and hold on.” She looks up and notices the stars are like a giant fireworks the entire sky, far away, twirling galaxies morphing into geometric symbols and glyphs. Some stars look like they are close, just above the sky. They are writing sentences (incomprehensible) in the sky. She: “What does it mean?” Me: “It means we’re dreaming and about to wake up” She: “Oh…” I see us both in 3rd person from above as I raise my arm and fly off. Back to 1st person view… We are flying and getting close to her place. “Fantastic” she says. I smile. We land at her door step. “Here we go.” I said. “Hope you had fun!”. “I had no idea!” she said “Will I see you again?” “No”, I said. “Consider this a goodbye gift. You don’t like smokers remember?” She, disappointed: “Oh, I see. Well, this is goodbye then?” Me: “Yep, that’s the way it goes. So long and take care.” I take off as she waves goodbye. Analysis Ah, sweet revenge. I like these “This is what you missed!” dreams. Shared or not, it was fun. Traded sex for flight. Nor a bad deal. I can always have sex IRL. Flying, that’s another matter. Amazing fireworks and firework like skies writing geometric and hieroglyphic stuff with stars is common for me. A few weeks later we had real fireworks (I did not know about it prior). The fireworks and the walking home was eerily similar (sans date though). It felt as though I was high on pot. The people around even said similar things as they did in the dream. All about how great the fireworks were so that’s normal but still contributing to the eeriness of the situation.

[icuurd12b42]

Dick in Mouth Disease! I’ve heard of the foot in mouth disease but this blew my top (literally). It is hilarious but, if you experience it, it is not fun. The Big Dick Dream (Warning! Twisted Sexual Content&#33 I am at the strip club in a private boot and the stripper is dry humping my crotch. She stands and does a little dance then suddenly gets on her knees then, looking at me with a big smile on her face, unzips my fly and starts blowing me. Her, between strokes: “Man, that’s a big dick you have there!” My dick in her hand grows and grows. It doesn’t stop. Me, trying to say “I know”: “I knmmmmph!!” My dick has grown too long and got in my mouth as I tried to speak. Me: “Hmmph Hmmph!!!” Girl: “Oh... my... god!” Me, trying to say “Get it out, get it out!”: “Gff iff oufth, hmmph hmmph, hmmph!!!” I grab my dick and try to push it out as she grabs it and tries to pull it out. She has her knee on my chest and is pulling and pulling. Nothing works. It is as hard as a iron rod. It wont budge. I stand up and start walking around for help. I am loosing breath as it seems I can only breathe slightly through my nose. Me: “Helphh helph, Iph neeeph toph getph laidph!!!!” Some guy at the bar: “Dude, you have your dick up your mouth!” The stripper, yelling: “Can anyone lay this guy? It‘s way too big for me!” No one answers, they just laugh. Another stripper: “I could if I can get his dick out of his mouth!” Me: “Hmmph, hmmmmpphh”, can’t breathe. Stripper: “This is serious people, this guy needs to get laid! He could die!” A bunch of strippers, waitresses and bar patrons all get together to try to get my dick out of my mouth; all pulling together. Like before, nothing works. Me, choking: “Stoph, stoph, iph’s nothph phworphkingph” The female bar tender yells out to the willing stripper: “Get this guy home and jerk him off!” The stripper and I walk out the bar and proceed home. On the street, people are pointing and laughing. On the sidewalk in front of us is a little girl holding her mothers hand and pointing at me: “Mommy, I’m scared!”. “Don’t look” the mother says as she covers her child’s eyes. Walking pass her, I try to apologies: “Hmmph, humph, I’mpf pforry!” I’m starting to loose consciousness from lack of oxygen. The stripper pulls at me: “No time for apologies, this is an emergency!”. We are running now. We pass the Quicky Mart. The sense or urgency is gone… I need some smokes so I get in. Me, politely: “Oneph phack ofph phlayers lighph phleaph” The man behind the counter: “Here. Are you OK!?” Me: “Yeph, itph awoll tphakhen phcare ofph” as I point to the stripper. Suddenly, we are in my bed. The stripper urgently licks me and jerks me off. “Hurry up, hurry up baby!” she screams sexily as I... hurm... suck my own dick (yuk). Finally it’s over, release. My dick returns to it’s normal size though I choke and die on my… excessive fluid release… and wake up. Analysis: Worst wet dream ever! Would I suck my own dick to save my life? Well, I got my answer. Another penile dysfunction (or over function) lucid dream. The stripper or prostitute theme lasted all throughout the summer of 2004. That was a great year.

[Jess]

OMG are you serious? That's one funny dream! I think I'd prefer sucking my own dick than to have it piss down my throat because I didn't go with the flow!

[icuurd12b42]

OMG are you serious? [/b] Unfortunately yes. On the bright side this dream served as a foundation for many erotic dreams for that summer. Though I never was lucid enough in those to have any influence on them apart from occasionally getting some. Too bad, I could have gotten laid almost every night that summer. That's one funny dream! I think I'd prefer sucking my own dick than to have it piss down my throat because I didn't go with the flow! [/b] Ah, I did not make the rapprochement before. Yes, fortunately I did not have a piss event during my extended protuberance. That would have been much worst.

[icuurd12b42]

Flight of the Drunken Master Sept 2nd 2006 (This Morning) Real Life: I had a great night at the local bar and walked back home (The bar with the Big Dick Dream). I go to bed. Dream: I wake up from sleeping on one of the couches at the bar. Man, did I pass out and dreamt I walked home? I am way beyond drunk. The Bar tender is closing the bar. It is 3:45 on the bar clock. Funny, Usually she kicks people out at 2 AM and she’s done closing the place down by 2:15. A few of us sometimes stay for a while but never that late. I need to pee pretty badly so I stand up and stumble to the washroom. I can barely stand, let alone walk. I make it through the chairs and tables, holding on to anything I can. Finally I am in the washroom. The bar tender is there, fiddling with some taps on the floor. “Hey“, I say jokingly, “no girls in the men’s washroom”. Her: “I suggest you do your thing quickly, I started the auto wash. It will start in 2 minutes.” The auto wash flushes the washroom area with a series of detergents and water. It floods the washroom with 3 feet of water and purges everything out through the toilets. In the dream, I know that. Such a thing does not exist of course. So, I go to the urinals (again with the urinals). I try to pee but nothing comes out. This is bad, I really need to go. I can barely stand straight and almost fall to one side a few times. So I decide to plant my forehead on the wall to steady myself. I suddenly loose balance and fall backward, falling on a toilet in a stall (Fuck I‘m drunk&#33. As I sit there, half dead drunk, the automated cleaning starts to flood the washroom. Still sitting, I raise my feet and piss in the flood, right at the stall door. Fuck the toilet. It all goes to the same place and I can't even move and I am drunk and I don’t care. I walk out the toilet (somehow) to the bar exit (Why am I loosing time. Fuck I‘m sooo drunk&#33. I can’t open the door. It is locked. I call the bar tender to let me out. She comes to unlock the door only to realize it is unlocked. I was pulling instead of pushing. I am totally drunk. Her: “It’s not locked. Hope you aren’t driving home. You could stay here if you want” Me: “I can walk. It’s not far” I walk out the bar. Outside, it is winter. Funny, I am not cold (’cause I‘m drunk I think). I see my car buried in snow. It looks more like someone drove a car halfway in a lake and the lake froze. Bah, I can’t use the car anyway, I’m too drunk. Lucid like I have never been (well once for 3 seconds), felt just like life. Wait a minute, this is my old car. WTF. Am I dead (The car is smashed up). Oh wait, I’m dreaming, I walked home, this is the dream. Am I sure? I don’t know, lets find out. Looking at the car I walk backwards and do a small jump with my right foot, pushing me up and backwards. I gently float for two blocks looking at my car and the bar getting more and more distant. I gently land. OK, I know I’m dreaming. Lets fly home. I push myself of again and start to fly 5 feet off the ground. Funny, this time, I am not flying like superman. I feel like I am being held by a parasail harness. I feel my feet in front and me slightly at an angle on my back. I feel the harness hold my back up. I wonder if I should do the superman thing a make my head got first. I decide not to. I never have had the experience of flying as though it was really really real. I float over the sidewalk. The road and sidewalk are covered with snow. A street snow removal truck turns the corner and sets up on the street in front of me at a distance. Not a big deal (I think) as I approach, he is on the street, I‘ll wiz by him. Suddenly, the truck extends a sidewalk cleaning attachment.. Now my way is blocked. I try to go right, then left, around him but I have no control. I get closer and closer. I see the blades swirling. Shit. I am dead. I see the truck driver freak out.. He has spotted me. Does he freak out because I am flying or because he can see that I am doomed. He backs up and trunk to the right and retracts his extension as I suddenly make a quick left curve around the blades. A bare miss. My eyes meet the driver’s and I see he is freaked out. His hands on the cold side window. OK. I am flying. Lets enjoy it. Alas, I turn right and hit an ice mountain. I am bounced around exactly like a parasailor would be. It hurts like hell for a fraction of a moment then no pain. Oh yeah, that’s right. I’m dreaming. I stop twisting around the invisible strings and fly towards home. I wake up. Analysis Peeing again? But this time I can’t pee. Talk about a complete 180. The girl in the washroom. She does turn on the urinals for a full wash cycle IRL at closing time. Though it does not wash the entire washroom. She once came in and turned it on while I was peeing. Same conversation. Repeated in the dream. There are a few parasailors in my area. That got blended in as well. My old car, I crashed it 3 years ago. In the snow, not in a lake. The only other time I was that lucid RLL (Real Life Lucid), it lasted 3 seconds. I was puking up a gold bracelet with little pendants attached to it. One of the pendants was my glasses. I woke up zoomed in on them. That is when I realized the true potential of Lucid Dreaming.

[icuurd12b42]

Giant Space Ships in the Sky! Sep 7 2006 (last night! yeah.) I am outside in a lounge chair with my siblings and my wife, having a beer looking at the night sky. Suddenly, I hear my wife exclaim “Look, a UFO!” We look at the sky and see a space shuttle fly by like a Cessna flying at about 200 m. My brother: “That’s not a UFO, that’s the new space shuttle. I wonder what it‘s doing here?” (It’s the new space shuttle that was supposed to replace the current one. The triangular one with winglets at the back) I become lucid realizing that this shuttle is not in service and that a shuttle does not fly around here at this speed and altitude and that I don’t have a wife and that I don‘t live in that house (My neighbour‘s). As I speak the following, I become RLL (Great&#33 Me, seeing an oval shape light fly across the sky from far off to over our head and beyond at about 1 km up. “That, on the other hand, is a UFO”. We all stand up and walk around the house to the backyard. (I am RLL and I saw a UFO! This is great!. I don’t say a thing and stay in character so not to spoil it.) As we walk to the back yard, we see, over the town, a huge space craft about 5 Km up. It must be at least 2 km in length and 500 m wide at the back and 200 m at the front. Shaped like this: 0000000000 000000000000****0000000************00000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 000000000000****0000000************00000 0000000000 (A mix of Battle Start Galactica and SG1) The ship is lit by moon light and town light from below. It moves slowly across the town and reveals, behind it, another ship of the same design. That one has captured the flying oval in front of it in a tractor beam. Or it is destroying it. The beam and the ever glowing oval light up the sky. Another ship, reveals itself and is flying from behind to second one, towards us. My family is starting to take pictures with flashes. “Don’t do that”, I scream, “they’ll see us!”. Too late, the 3rd ship starts shooting an invisible beam that cuts the ground in front of us, getting closer and closer. I see the dust rise where it hits and a few cm deep trench forming as it gets closer. It hits me and I uncontrollably start to venerate the ships as I dropped to my knees and bow to the ground with my hands in front, touching the ground (Muslim veneration stance) (Crazy. I lost RLL as I got scared of the coming beam). The beam seems to affect me through my spine where it hit me. I have no control as I am forced to venerate the darn thing. Suddenly, people appear around me and remove something in my back and I regain self control (at least my character does, me, I just wake up as he stands up) Analysis: Pure enjoyment! A real life lucid and I saw a bunch of UFOs. Man, if it was IRL, there would not be any difference. Update: I saw a kid movie the other day, Jimmy Neutron... The rubber chicken space ships looked very similar to what I saw in the dream. I also saw The Day The Earth Stood Still. When the UFO is glowing, that is exactly the first UFO I saw.

[icuurd12b42]

Nightmare on what street? Sept 16, 2006. This dream felt as real as life while I dreamt it. I really though I was someone else living another life. It was so disassociated that It took me a while to get the memories of it. Memories of it are sketchy (so this post will be too). I can only remember things here and there. Though I know that, while I dreamt it, it was as clear as day and as real as life. I began to suspect logically I was dreaming while many characters convinced me I was not or I was crazy until a woman told me she was sure she was dreaming too and she was sure I was too so I started to act up. She kept insisting I was dreaming while the others denied it. I denied it as well. I was so and so, I had always been there, this was real and so on… Things were getting weird while people around me said it was normal. I thought so too, logically, as they were very convincing. The memories I had in this dream were of the dream only. And the convincing was done using these memories. I had no feeling I was dreaming. Just alive in a life I was living and had lived. I felt everything as though I was alive and the DCs used that to convince me. History, school, breathing, pain, feelings, every trick in their book. I had no idea of who I was and was getting very scared to even try to wake up as some characters convinced me I would die if I tried. When the woman finally convinced me to try flying, I began to fly. I still did not believe I was dreaming. I did not have the usual feelings of “knowing”. I was just this guy who could fly. It was so real. As real as my previous RLL. With the exception that I thought I was a guy in a life, not a dream. I flew many places until the girl asked me to help her kill Freddy Krueger. I had no idea who that was. (Well, I know but in the dream I had no knowledge outside the dream). We fought in a hallway, I failed constantly. Finally, I told her that she was the one that should destroy him as she was the one with the firmer belief she was dreaming. She did and succeeded. I think she hit him in the head with a crow bar. He disappeared (broke apart) and so did she. I was now wondering around. I still did not know who I (the sleeper) was and did not know how to wake up, stuck in a life were DCs played me like a fiddle. When showing them I could fly to prove I was dreaming (and to convince myself), some convinced me I was dead (to explain I could fly) and could not wake up and if I tried I would cease to exist. Another tactic to keep me in line since they were now failing to convince me it was real life. Everything went real fast and I left the dream. I woke up much later, after a dreamless period (in which I got scared the DCs might have been right). I was so angered about those DCs and this life like dream where DCs control me that way. I had many years of dream memory. So I conclude the DCs used me for that much of their time and got angry at the though of loosing their reality when I wake up so they did all they could to keep me there.

[icuurd12b42]

Down Hill with Daily Planet. Sept 26 2006 Dream: I am Jay Ingram of the Daily Planet show on the Discovery channel. We arrive on site for an interview. A snowy mountain. The guy I am interviewing is showing off his invention. A 3 seat lounge chair sofa with skis. I sit down on the left side where the control rod is located, next to the inventor. On the last seat on the right sits Natasha. 1... As I sit, I ask: “Are you sure you want me to drive this thing?” Inventor: “Oh yes, it’s pretty easy, down to stop, pull to go, left to go right and right to go left or you can let go of the rod and use you body. Body forward to turn left, right to stop, back to go and right for right” (Huh?) So we are merrily going down hill as the interview goes on. Suddenly, I am me at the control, Jay is on my right and Natasha is on the far right. 2... Me, to Jay: “Are you sure you don’t want to drive, it looks pretty cool!” Jay: “No thanks” I don’t have the rod in my hand, I am sitting in the lounge chair, controlling the thing with my body. I get tired so I bend forward to get the rod. The apparatus suddenly veers left. I manage to grab the poll and regain control. I look at Jay: “Major design flaw wouldn’t you say?” Jay, scared: “Yes” I drive for a while then slow down and turn to Jay 3... Me: “Are you sure you don’t want to try, we are almost done, we are a 3rd of the way down” Jay: “No thanks” The path below shows a cliff in the middle and the path to go is on the right. I am trying to aim that way. Suddenly, the poll pulls away. I bend down to get it and we turn left. The poll breaks apart and we are now out of control going towards the cliff. I try everything but I cannot steer or break. Everyone is freaking out. “Jump” I order and we all do. The apparatus flies off the cliff. We all hit a snow bank before the cliff. We are saved. Except Jay went right through the snow bank and is hanging precariously over the edge using his elbows. I become him and carefully pull myself up. The only people here are Natasha, Jay and the inventor. I am Jay. The inventor screams about how he designed it so this would never happen and that I must have done something wrong. He is mad. Nothing makes sense and I wake up. Analysis: Repeated derivative scenes at marker 1 2 and 3. Not aware it was a dream though very life like. I am starting to suspect the amount of B6 in the energy drinks I had that day helped (10mg). It is the 3rd time I have life like dream this month and each time, I’m pretty sure, I had 2 of those during the day. “Hype” it’s called.

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Vacation in Tornado Valley Oct 1 2006 Life Emulation Dream. Not Lucid. The dream starts as I arrive by car at a Vacation spot in the mountains. On the dusty road. I stop the car and get out to take in the view. I am at the highest point of the road, looking at the valley below. The road snakes down the mountain to the resort below. I see the resort building, the adjoining lake, the small village further down and the various sites around the valley. Access to the valley is from the north and the south, using the same road that crosses it. I get in from the north. This is going to be great I thought. I get back in the car and drive to the resort. I am now in the resort entrance, checking in. I get to my room. It is small. It looks like a university dorm but it is tiled all around. Floor, wall, ceiling. During what seems a whole week, I enjoy the place very much. The lake, the café at the village, the picnic areas, dance bar in the resort and the trails in the woods. One day, a tornado forms at one end of the valley. Just beyond the famous village fountain. It formed gradually at first. Upon closer inspection, there is a blue cylinder at the bottom, holding the tornado in place. People in the resort and the village are getting worried as the road is now blocked in the south. Some people leave, some stay. A conference is held at the town hall. While in the conference, people complain and voice their concern. How is this going to affect vacation business and so on. How is it possible to have a tornado in the mountain. What about the blue cylinder? A large thundering sound drowns the voices. A guy shows up from outside yelling about a new tornado in the north. We are blocked in. I get out with the caretaker to check on the generator. We walk on a catwalk to a hut type storage and start the generator. As we walk back on the catwalk to get back, the whole thing starts to shake as another thundering sound and lots of winds suddenly scares us. I yell “Lets get back to the hut before is crumbles”. We make it back to the generator hut as the catwalk collapses. Looking out the hut, though the widely spaced framework of the hut, we see clouds flying by from all direction towards one point at a distance. Look at that, I yell. Where the wind meets, some clouds go straight up and others straight down and the whole system twists and forms a giant tornado. The scene repeats at various locations. We are soon overwhelmed by tornados. One travels straight at us and hits us. I wake up. Analysis: I had 4 tornado dreams similar to this one. One, I was in a glass house. Another, we were 4 houses in the blackness/nothingness and the tornado was made of light. Each day the tornado would hit and erase someone until I was the last one there. In another, we were running from many tornadoes from one fast food restaurant to another, eating at each restaurants. In all cases, they formed quickly and the weather seamed accelerated until the actual tornado starts. They all seemed very realistic and impressive. I all cases, I wake up when it hits me.