Thread: Lucid Files From Oneironaut's Matrix

10/03/2007
Dream Two:
"Basic Task Attempt"
The first thing I remember of this one is being in an execution chamber. Some guy was about to be put to death for some sort of crime, and I was one of the people in the "audience." (Is that what the call the groups of people watching this kinda thing?) Instead of sitting, I was kinda walking around the chamber. Near the opening to the chamber, I remember seeing this strange, black-shrouded figure just standing there, looking into the chamber. It looked like death, himself, but I couldn't tell because I could only see the figure from the side and the hood was pulled up over his/head.
In another small corner/room, somewhere near the chamber, a woman had followed me in. Before I even knew what was going on, she came up to me and started seducing me. It was somewhat dark in the room and there seemed to be a shadow over her face. It didn't take her long to win me over and, soon enough, we were making out pretty heavily in the small room. As things were heating up, I wanted to get a better look at her and so I planted her back up against the wall where a light was coming in through the window. When I looked up, I saw that she was probably 65 years old or so.

Instantly, I could tell by her expression that she was hurt by my surprise at how old she was, and knew that I was probably not going to let this go any further. All of a sudden, the realization came to me. I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, we can do something about that. This is just a dream, anyway." I put both hands above her forehead, saying "Let's try to bring you back a few years," and slowly brushed my hands down the front of her face. As they moved lower, I could tell that it had worked. She now seemed between about 19 and 23 or so, with short, purple and blonde streaked hair. She smiled at me and we continued to go at it. I pulled her away from the wall and slide around behind her, embracing her with one hand up her shirt, and one down the front of her pants, kissing the side of her neck.
I heard something outside and looked at the windows that surrounded the room on three sides. There was a huge group of people out there watching us. They started banging on the windows, obviously pissed off, yelling things like "Hey!! What are you doing in there??!" and "Get away from her you alien!!" (Whatever the hell that meant ) They had flashlights and kept shining them in our faces. We kept screaming at them to leave us alone, but they wouldn't leave. Finally, I got pissed off and stepped away from the girl for a second. I put up my fists in front of me and screamed "rrrrraaaaaaahhhh!!" pushing energy outward. All the glass windows shattered outward and knocked everyone outside on their asses, like I was a bomb that had just gone off. Even the girl in the room with me ducked and covered.

The sound of raining glass subsided and the crowd got back on their feet. I thought they would have left us alone, but they came back and kept yelling at us through the window. They said the cops were coming and we were going to get in trouble. I told the girl just to forget about them, because this was my dream anyway. Just as we started making out again, more flashlights appeared, attached to taser guns. Two cops had showed up and were ordering us out of the room. Finally, fed up, I said "Fine. You want me to come out there?" I left the girl in the room and flew out through the window. The cops kept telling me to get on the ground or they were going to taser me and I said something like "You guys just have no idea what you're dealing with here, do you?" I held up one hand and pointed at one cop's taser gun. Flicking my wrist, I made him point the taser at his partner and shoot him in the chest. No electricity ran through it, though. The guy pulled the prongs out of his chest and they both turned on me and fired. The prongs stuck in my chest and they felt like staples. Again, though, no electricity ran through them. What really hurt, though, was when I tried to pull them out. It was like they had reverse-hooks in them, like arrowheads, and tore at the skin when I had to yank them out. The cops kept firing them at me again, so I started to fly backward. I saw a power-line hanging over them and I mentally made on of the cops turn and fire his taser up at the power-line, trying to electrocute him. Again, there was no exchange of electricity. I didn't feel grounded in this dream, though, and it was beginning to unravel, so I decided to ditch the cops and fly away, before I woke up from trying to concentrate too hard.

I landed in front of a house in the neighborhood and remembered the haunted house task. The house looked more homely than haunted, and there was a porch light on, which definitely ruined the affect, so I turned around and faced the other way, trying to see if I could make it transform by the time I turned back around to look at it. While I was looking the other way, some guy ran up to me and said that the cops were chasing him, too, and asked if he could hide out with me. I said yeah and turned back around to the house. It hadn't changed. I thought that maybe I could simply change the inside into a spooky house. Reaching around behind me, I visualized my patented Ghostbusters Proton Blaster and swung it around in front of me. It was very faint and unsolidified, but it was there. I opened the front door and found...a normal house. There were a bunch of kids roaming around as I went from room to room. I opened one door and a couple in bed jumped at the sight of my gun and covered themselves up with the blankets, defensively. I left them alone and walked up into the attic, hoping to find something haunting around up there. After a while in the dark, I was disappointed to have encountered nothing. I phased back down through the floor and went to go find another house. On the way out, I tried to phase through the front wall but ended up running into it, instead. I tried again and, as I went through the wall, everything went black. I could feel myself waking up, so I completely relaxed and just tried to visualize the outside of the house. Soon, I was back on the porch, having more "teleported" to the front of the house, rather than gone through the wall.

I was getting really frustrated at how unstable my dream and control were, so I decided to just go flying for a while, as things weren't looking really promising on the whole "Haunted House" front. As I was flying down the street, I looked at my hands and they were wavy but, in the night, I really couldn't see much detail. I looked up at the sky, thinking about trying to fly into space, because, with all the instability, I really couldn't see this dream lasting much longer. I was just about to fly toward the moon when I heard some kid screaming hysterically "Mommy, mommy, I killed Daddy! He's Dead! He's Dead!!" I thought to myself that the kid's dad's ghost might be roaming around, so I went and landed right beside him. I said, "you killed your daddy? Where? Show me?" He said, "over there! He's dead!!" and pointed to an unlit house across the street. I immediately flew to the house and followed the sidewalk around to the front door. Sitting on the porch was an old man slouched over in a chair. From what I could see, it looked like he was missing an eye, but it was hard to tell in the dark. The guy suddenly stirred in his seat and groaned a little. He sat up and looked in my direction. Off to the side, I heard the kid, still screaming hysterically "You're supposed to be dead!! You're supposed to be dead!!!" like he was just as upset that his dad was alive, as he was when he thought he was dead. That's when I realized that, since the guy had been sitting outside, I wouldn't have completed the task anyway, because it was to go into a haunted house. So, still frustrated, I tried to pull out my Proton Blaster again and give the guy a good zap for getting my hopes up. It didn't really materialize, though, and the best I could do was kinda point my fingers at him and make a fake gun noise with my mouth.

He obviously didn't think it was funny, though, because the last thing I remember was him responding to that by getting out of his chair and kicking me in the nuts.
...Mean old bastard.

The dream then faded and I sat in a void for a little bit, having felt myself waking again, and tried to relax myself back into the dream. It never happened, though, and I opened my eyes and got out of bed.

10/05/2007
"LD at Kellen's"
I was at my old friend's house in Houston. Don't remember too much about this one, but I know that there was another family staying with us (besides my friend's). There were two kids in this family, and I was in charge of keeping an eye on them while their folks were out. Sometime during that period, I was walking down the hallway, toward the living room. While I was doing this, I looked at the wall and thought of wall-running (which is something that often goes through my imagination, in waking life). Instinctively, I decided to try it, as soon as I thought of it (as if my imagining it suddenly made me jump into it). I jumped sideways, onto the wall, and ran across it, down the length of the hallway. Everything moved in slow-motion, as if I was moving underwater. When I landed on the floor, on the far side, I knew I was dreaming.
I walked out into the living room just as the kids' parents came home. The mother asked where her son was, and I couldn't find him at first. We then heard noise coming from the fireplace, and I could see his legs dangling from within, as if he'd tried to crawl up the fireplace and gotten stuck. Obviously still, somewhat, attached to the dream, I quickly busted through the bricks in the fireplace and broke him out. Even though she was glad to have her son safe, the mother was freaking out about the damage that I did to her fireplace. I told her it was ok, because I was dreaming, and that I could fix it. I then pointed at the fireplace and moved my hand around a few times, visualizing the bricks realligning himselves, and they did. The fireplace was, soon, right back to normal.

Don't really remember anything past that, at this point.

10/09/2007
Dream Two:
"Neighborhood Watch"
I was walking across the ditch behind my old neighborhood, heading out to the road. My car was there, and had obviously broken down the night before. I had walked home, then, and decided to come back out, today, to check it out. While I was checking my car, another car pulled up behind me. This really cute chick gets out and offers to give my car a jump, to see if that would fix the problem. She tried to start her car and, at first, it wouldn't start either. It took her a moment, but she got hers started and began running the power to my battery. While we waited, we were talking, and I discovered she had this really defensive tone, like she didn't want me to get near her. Since we were pretty much alone in a field, off a dirt road, we ended up leaving her car running, to jump mine, and started walking around a little bit to continue our talk.

I was trying to keep things friendly, and even flirted with her a little bit, playfully nudging her with me arm, but even though she seemed nice, she winced when I got close and told me to keep my hands to myself. I stopped and asked her why she was so bitter. She said it was because guys like me usually ridicule her and tease her for "sounding white" (she was black, btw), and that she wasn't going to let me get close to her because I was probably just like all the other black guys she's met. I had to laugh at that. I told her that I can relate. I said, "Shit, I get that all the time. I grew up around a white majority. My best friend of 12 years is white. I was one of the only black guys in my platoons for 3 years of ROTC. Most of the people I chill with are white. You don't think I get flack for it, by ignorant people who just aren't exposed to that side? That's nothing new." She looked shocked for a moment, but then broke into a warm smile.

She was instantly infatuated with me, and we continued walking, a little closer than before. Suddenly, just as things were starting to go well, I looked around and got the feeling that something just wasn't right. There were no other clues, besides the fact that the situation just didn't feel right, but I realized I was dreaming. I didn't say anything at first, but she started talking and ended up implying that she'd like to go out with me. Somewhat disappointed, (but not really, because I was now lucid) I told her that that wouldn't be possible. She asked why, and I told her it was because I was dreaming, and she wasn't real. Of course, she was confused at this. I tried to explain it to her, but she just wasn't grasping it. Finally, I said "Watch," and I went over to the nearest tree. I gave it a karate chop, down at the base, and the entire tree came crashing down. She stared, wide-eyed, and asked how I did that. I said "I told you. None of this is real, including you." She felt a little disconcerted, and we kept walking. We came upon an older man in a painter's uniform, standing next to my old friend's house. I nodded to him, and he just stared us down. Walking passed, I saw that there was another guy with him, walking into GV's house...and he was carrying a gun. Instantly, I knew these guys were robbing GV's house at gunpoint. I smiled a little and told the chick to hang back a little bit and I'd be right back.

I walked over to the porch and looked over the fence. From the back room window, I saw GV's family held at gunpoint, through a ripple in the blinds. One of the "painters" came out, carrying something. In the most innocent, childish voice, I said "Heeey, guys (knowing there were at least two of them). What'cha dooooiiiiin??" with the silliest, mischievous grin on my face. He said something like "How about you mind your own damn business?" as he walked passed me. I gave him a snappy comeback and implied that I knew they were robbing my friend's house. He got pissed and turned around raising his handgun in my direction. Still lucid, I just laughed in his face. I said something like "Now what do you plan to do with that? Seriously, you have no idea what's going on here. Go head, man. I'll give you a free shot," and I urged him on with a with a few flicks of my fingers. He shot me once in the chest and it felt like someone threw a small rock at me. I just kept smiling. He raised the gun again and shot me once in the throat. That one kind of hurt (very little), but it was just a weird place to get shot, so I found it kind of uncomfortable, but I didn't show any change of expression. He raised the gun even higher, to my face. Just as he pulled the trigger, I reached my hand up and covered the front of the barrel. The bullet lodged in the barrel and jammed his gun. I laughed as the guy smacked the barrel with his other hand and forced the disfigured bullet out. Looking back up at me, I could tell he was scared shitless.

His partner suddenly came to the door behind me, yelling "What the Hell is going on out here?!" I turned to him and said "Your friend out here is wasting bullets! Those things cost money, ya know!" and had a good laugh. The other guy raised his gun at me, also, and I ran toward him, jumping over the small fence onto the elevated porch. While I was in mid-air, he fired a shot right into my chest, but it had no affect. I landed on the porch in front of him, and started walking forward, grinning. He fired once or twice more and I just reached out and snatched the gun out of his hand. His jaw dropped and he started shaking. he screamed out something like "A Devil!! You're a DEVIL!!" and ran passed me, toward the door. I laughed and stepped out after him, yelling "That's right! Runnn from the Devil!!" and fired a few wild shots in their direction as they scrambled off. The girl had been watching the whole thing from close-by, completely frozen with awe. I turned back inside the house and went to go free my friend's family, but the dream began to unravel as I walked through the living room. I tried to stop and focus, but it was too far gone.

I woke up after that, but damn, I love completely owning the badguys. That's always such a great feeling.

10/11/2007
Dream One: (pt 2)
"Gun Kata"
I was upstairs in the girl's two-story apartment. Walking down the hallway, toward her stair case, I suddenly stopped and wondered how I'd gotten there. I looked around and wondered if this was a dream but (even after waking up from a long period of sleep, and going back to sleep) everything was just so vivid. So solid. I looked down at my hands, and they looked just fine. I felt the banister, and it was just as solid as anything I've ever felt. I thought about jumping down the stairs, but figured that wouldn't be the best idea, until I was sure. Then, I tried something that I dont' think I've ever tried before, the nose-plug RC. I plugged my nose and inhaled. To my surprise, I could breathe! I thought I'd done something wrong, and maybe didn't fully cover my nostrils, so I squeezed my nose even harder, and inhaled. It was like my hand wasn't even there. I was definitely dreaming.

I went to the top stair and jumped off of it, trying to clear all the stairs at once. When I landed, everything was still so damned vivid, that it actually hurt a little bit, and I stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, but I realized that, had this been waking life, I would have seriously injured myself, so I was even more sure I was dreaming. I walked outside, and the same awesome car I had been driving in the first "half" of this dream was still in the parking lot, and there was a police car parked beside it. As I was getting in the car, the police radio sounded and I could hear dispatch say that there was some huge gang bust going down, and that all units needed to respond. Being lucid, I thought this sounded like fun.

The cops hauled ass to this spot, and I was right there behind them. It was another apartment complex. (Why are there so many apartment complexes in my dreams?) I just followed them in, on foot, and we came upon a HUGE firefight in a courtyard. Everybody was dressed up in suits, and it was just a few cops vs. some upscale crime syndicate like the Yakuza. Everybody had automatic weapons, and it was just a crazy amount of gunfire all over the place. Without missing a beat, I took the side of the cops (they were seriously outnumbered), and walked into the middle of the battlefield. I can't even remember what I said to the gang, but I suddenly draw all of their fire on me.

(This has to have been one of the coolest things I've done, while lucid, yet.) As all of these guns started shooting at me, I started spinning around and flailing my arms in a kung-fu motion, moving left right, up down, corkscrew flipping and ducking side to side, in rapid succession. While doing this, I tried to take my mind off of the bullets, and act like they weren't even there. The illusion created was that I dodged every single bullet that was shot at me, aside from one that I felt graze my hand but cause no pain. What I'd fallen into was an exaggeratedly-acrobatic version of UltraViolet's GunKata, and it was fucking awesome. Even though I was trying not to think about the bullets hitting me, I could hear them whizzing around my head, while I continued to move erradically, as fast as possible. At some point, someone started using a glowing disc as a weapon. They'd throw it at me and I would flip out of the way, and it would pretty much just ricochet all over the battlefield and kill a whole bunch of people, inadvertently. One thing that motivated me to keep moving was thinking of Spider-Man and the way he moves and the last thing I remember doing is jumping off of the ground, over the glowing disc, and landing, horizontally, on a wall, standing on it as if it were the ground and looking down at the body-littered battlefield, as the cops now had the advantage, and were taking out the last few of the gang memebers.

Absolutely incredible experience.
I woke up and it was daylight. I came to the PC to jot down some dream notes and decided to see if I could squeeze an extra hour or so of sleep in.

10/13/2007
Had a multivitamin before bed.

Dream Two:
"Advanced Task Completed!"
This one started with me at my computer. I'd downloaded some strange "3D Software" that let you rotate the camera views on video files as if they were in 3D space. For instance, I started watching The Matrix and, during every scene, I was able to move the camera angles around, in real time, so I could watch any part of the movie from any angle. It was awesome. Anyway, my buddy Mike came over, even though it was like 11:30 at night. He just showed up and mom got out of bed and let him in. He chilled for a while and I tried to show him this new software, but I couldn't find the Matrix movie. I then started looking around for other movies, but couldn't find any of them. After a while without finding any of my movie files, Mike ended up going home.

Later, I was watching TV, and there was a documentary on about a planet. It was a really weird planet that was shaped like a squared doughnut and had stripes running around it. The camera panned out from a really close view of the terrain, to a wide shot of the entire planet, and I soon noticed that I was no longer watching the TV, but I was as actually inside the program, and looking down at this planet from space. I instantly became lucid and floated there for a moment, looking at this odd planet. I figured I'd much rather be down on Earth so I figured I could fly down toward the planet and sort of "turn it into Earth" as I got closer to the ground. I flew down as fast as I could, breaking through the atmosphere and watching the ground begin to come into view. As it came closer, I saw it looking more and more like Earth. Soon I was coming down over a city scape, and the diving straight toward my house. I passed through the roof of my house and, before I knew it, I had landed in my room.

I remembered how I always had trouble flying into space, and figured that, since I came down from space so easily, I might be able to get back up there. I flew up and tried to rocket into space again, but I got stuck in the ceiling of my room. (DAMNIT I hate that.) I pulled myself back down and landed on my floor again. Trying to think of something to do, I suddenly remembered the Advanced Task, and my bathroom was right across the hall. I ran out of my room and into the bathroom, noticing, on my way there, that mom was sleeping on the couch with a blanket, which she never really does. I went in the bathroom and closed the door, looking in the mirror at my reflection which was, surprising, not deformed or disfigured. At first, I just asked it "Why do we dream?" and it just stood there and looked at me. It's lips never moved when mine did, and it just kinda looked at me, stoicly. I then remembered that I had to reach in the mirror and pull my reflection out, so I dipped my hands into the mirror, but I was feeling some resistance. It felt like the mirror was trying to solidify with my hands inside, and I couldn't get anything passed a few inches above my wrists into it. Curling my fingers around where I figured the back of my reflections head would be, I pulled back, trying to bring it out. I was only able to pull it out a little bit, to where the face was sticking out of the mirror by a few inches. I asked again, "Why do we dream?" Again, my reflection just stared at me, blankly, and blinked its eyes a few times. I got kinda frustrated and just let go, and the reflection snapped back into the mirror. I turned my head left and right and noticed that my ears were actually much smaller than they are in waking life.

Then, I heard my mom open my room door like she was snooping around, and this broke my focus. I lost lucidity, opening the door and saying "What are you doing?" She tried to explain something to me, and we got into an argument about privacy, but I forgot the dialog and the dream ended shortly after that.


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10/22/2007
Dream Three: FA
"Infestation"

I woke up in a false awakening. I looked over beside me and saw that I still had the bubble gum packet in my hand. I was like "WTF?! I brought this out of the dream world?!" (... ) I didn't even realize this to be a false awakening. I tore open the packet, thinking I would have some hashish, and found...chocolate. Nothing but little squares of chocolate. I was pretty pissed about that. I turned around to face the rest of my room and noticed that Twoshadows was there. She was sitting on the chair, watching TV. Again, I didn't even realize that this was weird, and we just started talking and watching the TV, as I continued to lay in the bed. Suddenly I felt this searing pain in my leg. It felt like a fire ant bite, but it was moving, traveling slowly around my leg. I reached down and smacked whatever it was, flicking it off of my leg. Looking down at the ground, I saw this tiny little dead black ant. I said to myself "there is no way that little thing caused that kind of pain. Black ants don't bite and ant bites are stationary, anyway." Just when I said this, I noticed something else on the floor, out of the corner of my eye. Before I could train my eyes onto what it was, I felt another searing pain in the palm of my hand. When I lifted my hand, there was this weird little, disc-shaped bug, with legs like tree roots and with green and orange markings on its back, walking across it. Everywhere its "feet" touched was like fire touching my skin. I freaked out and brushed the thing off of me. When I looked back at the floor, I saw 2 more, then 4 more. I felt another pain on my leg and jumped out of my bed. TS was on a chair that barely touched the ground, so I figured that she'd be alright for the short time that it took me to run to the bathroom and make sure these damn things weren't all over me.

In the bathroom, I brushed myself down with a towel, and found two of them. These two were easily 4 times the size of the other ones, and they were absolutely alien-looking. I smashed them both and looked at my hand and leg. I had these massive purple welts that were aready sticking up. I was still in some serious pain. I knew I had to get TS out of the room. Just when I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard her yell something like "Something just bit the Hell out of me!!" as she stepped out in the hallway, holding her arm. I said I didn't know what the hell these things were, but they were like nothing I've ever seen before. We both ran to the other side of the house. I was about to get some sort of pesticide from under the kitchen sink, when my mom came running out of her room, too, holding her arm and saying "Ahh...something just bit me!" Immediately, I these things were all over the house. I also knew that there was something wrong about this. As is customary for when I have time to think, during a dire situation such as this, I started wondering whether or not this was a dream. I didn't care about being lucid, or anything. I just wanted the pain to stop. I made a command to pull open my waking world eyes and woke myself up.

When I woke up, my palm still stung. My leg still stung. It actually took a little while before the pain to go away, which made me wonder whether or not I was still dreaming. I did a few reality checks, though, and the mental pain subsided. That dream was messed up, though. My skin has been crawling, the whole time I've been writing this journal entry.

11/01/2007
Dream Three:
"Hotel High-Dive"
I was in a huge hotel with Joe, Todd, Brian and about 4 other people; both guys and girls. This hotel had a massive swimming pool with a 60 foot diving ledge where you could jump from some of the higher floors. Someone pointed out that there was some kind of huge fish swimming in the pool. I looked down and saw a dark spot, about six-feet long, moving around in the water. I didn't think too much of it and we all just jumped in, having a good time. At one point, when I got dove in, I actually saw the fish up close. It was really vicious-looking, and had these huge teeth.
At the same time, I realized that I could breathe underwater and became lucid for a very short period of time. I swam back over to my friends and looked back up at the ledge again. I wanted to try a Full Gainer and walked back up to the ledge. Just looking down, and the fact that the dream was so vivid - even the ground was slick with water - made me lose my lucidity...and the nerve to try a gainer. I did a front flip with a half twist, instead.
Later, we all went up to the apartment, watched movies and raided the fridge.

11/17/2007
"Deja Vu"

Another dream of dying, last night.
I was in a house with about three other guys; friends of mine, in the dream, but nobody that I can really recognize from waking life. We were hanging out, when some other young guy comes in through the front door. He has this maniacal look on his face, like some whacked-out mad scientist, and starts telling us this “plan” he just put into effect. He dragged a body bag into the living room, and unzipped it, the body of some teenage boy stuffed inside. The guy said he’d killed the boy, to put his “plan” into motion, but I can’t remember what the hell plan he was trying to accomplish.

Immediately the rest of us started spazzing the fuck out, telling that guy that he was a psychotic freak and we wanted nothing to do with whatever the hell his “plan” was. A loud, female scream suddenly came in through the window, apparently from one of the houses next to us. The psycho looks at us and says something like “that must be his mother. Shit,” but in a really calm and almost businesslike way. The three of us, that already at the house when this guy showed up, suddenly scrambled. Running out of the house and shooting off in different directions, leaving the scene, immediately, just running through the neighborhood streets as fast as we could.

When I figured I’d gone far enough, I slowed down, pulled out my cell phone, and dialed 911. Just as I was beginning to say that I wanted to report a murder, I saw that I was actually walking straight up toward the house again (I don’t remember ever turning around and going back toward it), and it was swarming with cops cars and at least one S.W.A.T. van. Seeing that someone had already called, I told dispatch “nevermind,” and hung up the phone. For some reason, I was suddenly in this house again. The cops had this crazy guy cornered, and he had a machine gun, too. I got to the section of the house where I was right in the middle of their line of sight (no one had fired yet) and somehow triggered their firing on each other. (Don’t ask me how. I have no idea.) This guy was in one room, like a den, and the cops were in a bigger section of the house. There was nothing separating these rooms except a single vertical beam between two large sections of open space in the wall. When the firing started, the single guy on the opposite side of the beam from me, I tried to squeeze behind it. Not only was I too wide for the thin beam, but it was made of wood, so with the half-dozen or so automatic weapons went off, I was in the worst possible spot. I ended up getting riddled with bullets from both sides. None of the gunshots really hurt, but I could feel them going into me. I started to get that drained feeling that I usually get when dreaming of death, and I finally stumbled out of the way, falling over. I was then out of my body and panning away from it. The firefight had stopped and the cops were inspecting me. They lifted my shirt and I could see all the bullet holes that covered my chest. I forget how it happened but (according to my notes), as a disembodied spirit, I learned, as the cops did, that the whole Murder/”plan” thing was nothing but a movie being shot. We were just somehow thrown in the middle of it. When the cops were called, things got out of hand; the guy that was (supposedly) “doing a movie” had live ammunition, and it escalated from there.

Suddenly the dream reset. I was back in the house with the rest of the guys, and the “killer” came through the door with the body. We heard the scream and took off again, just like we’d done the first time. When I was pulling out my phone, I remembered that I had done this before. I realized I was dreaming, and what had happened the list time. Now lucid, I made my way back to the house. On the way there, I tried flying a few times, but was having trouble getting off the ground, more than a few feet. Back in the house, I walked back into the same room where the guys were having a standoff. I talked to S.W.A.T. and said something to get them to keep from firing on this other guy, then turned to face him. He was, all of a sudden, around a corner, instead of right in front of me. When I walked after him, he started shooting. I felt the bullets entering me, just like before, but continued moving forward, because I knew they couldn’t kill me.

Walking right up to the guy, I grabbed his machine gun and just took it from him, throwing it away. I then held him for the cops to come in, and take him down. It wasn’t until then that the guy actually started explaining that the body was a prop for a movie (there was still no evidence of cameras anywhere, now that I think about it), and that he didn’t really murder anyone. He said that the only reason he even shot at me was that he was freaking out because he was scared that the cops were going to kill him, and just reacted when I started coming toward him. That’s as far as I remember.

11/19/2007
Dream One:
"Shark Pier"
I was out on a pier with Todd and Brian, at night. While walking along it, I looked out in the water and saw that it was teeming with sharks. They were, literally, all over the place. I can't remember how (I think a section of the pier was rotted away or something), but I ended up falling in the water. As soon as I was in, I could feel the sharks circling around me. Suddenly, I propelled myself upward, flying out of the water and landing on the pier again. Both Todd and Brian both looked at me like "How the hell did you do that?" It was then that I realized I was dreaming.

Immediately I just started playing around, moving things with my mind. I aimed my finger at a few barrels along the pier and made a noise like a gun, with my mouth. The barrels rocketed into the air, telekinetically, disappearing into the night sky for a moment and then slamming back down onto the pier, like twenty seconds later.

I stopped for a bit and looked at my hands, to try to bring about a little more clarity, but I was having a hard time focusing my eyes on them. I heard Brian saying some smart-assed comment. Laughing, I turned around and pointed my finger at him. Picking him up with my mind, and swung him off the edge of the pier and dropped him into the water. Even though he was a DC, all I wanted to do was freak him out. So, when he started panicking, I lifted him out again and floated him back on the pier. That's all I remember of that one, though.

11/23/2007
Dream One:
”Tomb-Raiding, Kratos-Style”

I picked up some more B-6 and some 5mg melatonin, yesterday (I had only tried the 3mg tabs, before), and had the longest, most action-packed dream (and subsequent lucidity), that I think I’ve had in a long while.
[Edit: I could tell just by my notes that this entry is going to be long as hell. Sorry, to those that actually take the time to read it. It was an absolutely badass dream, though! ]

This dream was all over the place, and just shifted from one scenario to another. At first, Todd, some really hot chick and I were all driving down the street in a convertible. This girl was acting like the typical, movie seductress and was trying to get us both hott, while I was driving. She was sitting between us and had each hand on our crotches. It was all good at first, until she started squeezing my nutz (and damnit it hurt). I looked at her like “WTF?!” and she just gave me this psychotic, sadistic smile.

Needless to say, this killed the mood. Some time around here, I remember being back at Todd’s apartment after having dropped this girl of somewhere. We were sitting around with another friend of ours and playing DBZ Budokai on a 3D holographic projector, which was awesome. When we got hungry, he said that all he had was some really old pizza. We decided to check out, but when we tasted it, it tasted synthetic, like it was REALLY old. We trashed the rest of it.

Again, the dream skipped ahead. T said he had an opening at his job, which he just referred to as “The Firm”, and wanted to see if I wanted to check it out. We had been smoking at his apartment, and he just kind of sprung this one me, so when I went in to work with him, I was stoned. He walked in and got right to work and, this being my first time there, and being stoned, I had absolutely no idea what the hell I was doing and was really nervous. At first glance, this place was just an ordinary office. I can’t even remember what they seemed to do there, but it was nothing spectacular. Sometime while I was there, being the stoned clutz that I was, I got my hand too close to a paper shredder, and grabbed one of the leather gloves that I was wearing, pulling it through and shredding it into thin strips.

Now is when things got crazy. We got word that there was an emergency going on, in another part of the large office building in which “The Firm” was a single suite. Before I realized what the hell was happening, the employees of “The Firm” sprang into action. It turns out that the mundane jobs we were doing was a cover for some sort of counter-terrorism type group, that I had no idea about. The story was that some old woman was going through the complex just gunning people down, and we had to stop her. We were told that she wanted media exposure and so we were given fake video cameras with pistols inside them and told to take this woman out. We split up and roamed around the halls of this huge building, that looked more like a multi-story shopping mall. The woman was going through just capping people at random (she couldn’t have been a day under 80 years old, but she was carrying two pistols and obviously knew how to use them). Before engaging her, we were told that, according to her, there were bombs planted in the building that would be detonated if anyone tried to take her out (I can’t even remember what her “cause” was).

When we finally saw her, she seemed very receptive of us, spotting the cameras. She gave us a few waves and smiles and whatnot, and just kept on moving. Unsure of how to react, we followed her, camera/guns locked on her position. Around this time, security guards started coming in to the building. They had no idea how delicately we had to handle this situation, and they were about to stream in, guns blazing. I got in front of big, redneck looking guard that was carrying a shotgun, and tried to get him to stop. He shouldered his way passed me, about to confront the woman, and I gave him a shove, almost pushing him down the stairs. He suddenly turned on me and aimed his shotgun. I heard a loud “BANG” and actually thought I had been shot. But, when the guard fell, it turns out that one of the members of “The Firm” was standing behind him, and had shot him with the camera/gun to protect me. Now, (as if it was at all possible to make this long story short ), sooner or later, they ended up catching this woman, alive, and taking her into custody. I think she actually turned herself in, but I can’t remember. We (“the Firm”) were sent around the building to look for the explosives. I found myself on the roof of what was now a skyscraper, and it had turned to night. While looking for these explosives (ironically enough, after all of that shit had just happened), I finally began to notice that this couldn’t really be happening. I finally realized I was dreaming.

I was amazed at how vivid everything was, and how grounded I felt in the dream, already, and knew that this was due to the melatonin/B6 combination I’d taken before bed. From where I was standing, and took a huge leap, flying over edge of the roof and sailing all the way down to the ground. When I hit the ground, I created a huge shockwave that rolled across the empty landscape. Turning around to see the building I had just jumped from, I noticed it was gone. In its place, there was a huge mountain (that seemed to be miles away). This entire mountain was carved into a massive face with the mouth wide-open. The mouth, itself, was glowing, and it looked like the Cave of Wonders from Aladdin, except it was a human face, and not an animal face. I took to the air and flew toward the cave. I could see a few figures standing in the mouth of the cave, and landed near them. As soon as I landed, I was attacked by these strange creatures that seemed to be straight out of a video game – mythological-type beasts that you would see in games like God of War. They each had their own special types of attacks, including some type of bird that swooped in with its talons, and a Centaur that shot arrows. I had them completely outclassed, though, and made short work of these outer guardians.

The throat of the cave had two massive doors. They were gray, but I can’t remember if they were made out of metal or stone. In either case, feeling more and more like Kratos, from God of War, as I went through this scenario, I drove my hands in between the doors and pulled them apart. I walked into a huge chamber (that I won’t even spend too much time describing, for fear of turning this into a full-length novel). This chamber was crawling with baddies, though. They all began to converge on me, and the fighting started again. Taking a few moves from video games, I was fighting hand to hand/claw/teeth/etc, at first, but then started using magic. I stole one of Kratos’s moves, raising my fist and then slinging it down at the ground, slamming it into the earth and making a huge shockwave that went across large sections of the room, taking out many of the enemies. When I cleared this front chamber, I went to the back and found a hallway leading to another, even bigger chamber. As soon as I came in, the same thing happened – tougher, more numerous enemies started attacking me. I was a whirlwind, though. I was just moving from enemy to enemy, beating them into the ground. Arrows would fly from dozens of yards away and, while in the middle of battling one opening, and I would reach up and pluck the arrows right out of the sky with my hand, throw them away, and keep on fighting. I was using everything from the quake-fist, to telekinesis, anything I could think of, and I was having a fuckin great time.

Having cleared another chamber, I walked through it to find a hall leading to yet another even larger chamber, with even more enemies (typical video-game progression). What made this chamber really strange was that, in a far corner, some of the creatures were seen tending to a massive arm of an even larger creature. This arm was, easily, the size of a commercial airliner. It was sticking out of a wall, (obviously connected to something big) and was strapped down as if in a hospital bed. The long-nailed hand was moving up and down as the smaller creatures did whatever they were doing to it. When I was spotted and they all came toward me, the first thing I did was let out a massive stream of electricity, out of my hands; a wide net that covered almost the whole chamber and shocked the hell out of most of them. After fighting for a while, I figured that there were just so many baddies in this room that I could be in here forever. So, I created a scenario in my head where I could have some help. I rushed over to a wall that had stone drawers in it, like tombs. I slung open three of them, immediately fabricating the story that my long-lost brothers were buried in these tombs. Suddenly, they were there. They all crawled out of the tombs and fought with me. We completely destroyed everything in the room that moved, however I don’t remember anything about what happened with the huge arm.

There was a short sequence after this where “my brothers” and I were in a small chamber talking. I don’t remember what we were saying, but I remember feeling the dream slipping away, and looking at my hands to keep it stabilized. I was unable to do this for very long, and the dream faded.

I woke up for a moment. I had really planned to go to my computer and write down my notes from the lucid, but I was still too damned tired to bother getting out of bed (the melatonin). Before I could even realize how much of a chance, of losing memory of the lucid, I was taking, I fell back asleep.

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"Wheelchair"

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Had a dream about my old boss, Sheila, and a few of her friends coming back to work. In the dream, they had left the job for some reason, but then come back after a day or so. When I talked to her, she said she had a dream, the previous night, that she came back to work, and everybody was really happy that she came back, and it made her nostalgic, so she decided not to leave. Since we were on the subject of dreams, I started talking about lucidity with her, explaining what it was. <o:p></o:p>
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Later, I was in an office chair that, somehow, rolled around by itself, like one of those motorized wheelchairs, but I could move it with my mind instead of with mechanics. I was just riding all over the place, on that thing. I took it outside and was riding through an apartment complex. Sheila was still around, and I think one of the apartments were hers. There was a brief moment where I became lucid, but I was having so much fun on the chair that I just decided to keep riding around on it. I lost lucidity some time later. <o:p></o:p>

12/12/2007
"Desert Stormed"

This one was pretty intense. (and Long) I love dreams like this because, while I could never really imagine how I would really react, in these types of situations, my dream-self seems to react purely on instinct, and with the kind of bravery that amazes even me. It probably happens because I’m constantly trying to imagine what I’d do in a dramatic situation. My mind automatically begins calculating the best way to get out of something, or defend against something, but it’s the kind of thing that I’ve never really had to experience, except in dreams. So, while I’m dreaming, I think my contemplation of what I should do, turns into automatic action, and I experience doing it. I dunno; anyway…

I had some B6 before bed, and this dream was extremely vivid. It started back at my ex-girlfriend’s dad’s house, when we used to stay there, back when I was younger. We were still going out, in the dream, and I was using her shower. I came out, not wearing anything and went over to the bed and sat down. We started talking about something – can’t remember what it was, and for a minute there it seemed like we were about to have sex, but then I heard her dad talking to someone in the living room. The room door was open, and I could see that she was talking to a friend of mine, back then, who is now her husband. It seems that time had lapsed and, now, I was in the period where they were actually together, and he lived there with her, instead of me. Before he saw me, I covered the bottom half of my body beneath the covers. When he came into the room, my ex told him that I was just in the neighborhood and needed a place to take a nap, so she let me crash there. He started sparking conversation like nothing was wrong, so I just went with it. Sometime during his talking, I realized that I now had pants on, under the blankets. They were unbuttoned…but at least I wasn’t naked.

The dream skipped ahead and, for some reason, I was still hanging out with then, along with their (now) daughter, who was a few years older, in the dream, than she is in real life. We went to some place in the desert, on some sort of compound, where a lot of other people were just sitting around, chillin, waiting for some sort of show or something to start. While we were waiting, my ex’s husband asked me if I wanted to smoke, so I said “sure,” and offered to roll the blunt. The paper was all stale and kept cracking, and I was never able to actually roll it.

Suddenly, a huge group of dirt bikes and ATV’s pulled up into this compound, ridden by a group of psychotic S.O.B.’s that looked like they just came out of Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome or something. They stormed into the area with guns, rounding everyone up. I can’t even remember what they were going to do with all of us, but they pretty much made it clear that we were all going to die. They herded us all into one area, and were standing around plotting something. While they were talking, I spotted that one of their ATV’s was unmanned. Without even thinking twice, I ran over to it, jumped on, and tried to take off. While I was backing out, it started moving really slow, like I was riding a kid’s PowerWheels four-wheeler. It just didn’t do anything. So…while they gave me a “WTF are you doing?” look, I just inched off of the ATV, like I wasn’t doing anything. Lol.

They drew their attention away from me. I saw that the guy nearest to me wasn’t paying much attention. In one swift move, I grabbed his arm, stripping the gun from him, and cracked him in the jaw with my other arm, knocking him off the bike. I knew that my only chance was to get off of this compound and try to alert whatever authorities I could get to. They’d already made it clear that they were going to kill everyone here, so I didn’t think twice about trying to leave, knowing that my main objective would be to be able to tell the cops about these men and what was going on. I kicked-started the bike and spun it around, taking off in the opposite direction from the ground, and heading toward the compound gates. A bunch of guys began tailing me, on their bikes, one of them shooting after me with a handgun. I was grazed once, in the arm, which didn’t really hurt. He was closing in behind me, and I knew I couldn’t dodge his bullets forever, so I slammed on the brakes, causing him to lose control to avoid crashing into me. He fell off of his bike and I threw mine down, running over and picking up his handgun. I then jumped back on my bike, and had to kick it a few times before it started, as more of these guys were closing in.

The bike started again, and I took off. (Looking back, I was amazed at how realistic it felt, riding this dirt bike; trouble kick-starting it, frantically pushing up through the gears, etc.). There was another guy on a dirt bike coming straight for me, and he had a shotgun. He aimed it toward me, and I knew I wouldn’t get a shot off in time. Without even thinking, I pulled up the front tire, catwalking the bike and blocking the buckshot with the bottom of it. When I landed, I shot at the guy and knocked him off of his bike, stopping just long enough to pick up his shotgun, without stalling my bike. I kept on going, weaving away from more gunfire as I passed through the front gate, ready to make my escape.

Finally, I realized how insane this all was. I realized I was dreaming. I was instantly overcome with the most mischievous thirst for revenge, a sinister grin creeping over my face. Without even slowing the bike down, I just hopped off of the pegs and threw the bike forward, landing on my feet and letting the bike careen out in front of me. I turned around and, as the men drove up on their bikes, I just submitted. They started walking me back toward the “camp”, and I just grinned the entire way. I started mumbling things like “ooooh…you guys just don’t know…you just don’t understand the realization I’ve just had…the things that are going to happen to you.” The only thing I had on my mind was revenge, and getting back to the middle of as many of this little militia, before I could exact it. The guy heard me mumbling and said “what are you praying for, man? Ain’t nobody gonna save you.” I said, “no no..I’m not praying. If I was praying, I’d be asking God for help or something like that. I’m talking about what I’m going to do to you.” He said something like “Oh please…what can you do?” and he held his gun up toward me. I just laughed and held up two fingers, flicking them one way, telekinetically stripping the gun out of his hand, and making it fly off to one side, completely shocking the hell out of him. One of his men ran around in front of me, aiming his shotgun up at me. I held up one hand just as he fired, feeling the slug (or buckshot. Dunno) slam into my hand. Then, again, I pointed two fingers at the gun and flicked them off to the side, striping it out of his hand and slinging it off to one side.

Everybody started freaking out. Just to show off a little more, I looked at the front gate and took a flying leap, grabbing the top of it and pulling myself over and landing on the other side. None of them knew what to do. They just stared at me and started stammering about this “power” that I had. Finally, I said something like “Yup…and you guys haven’t seen the best part yet…” I began levitating and, holding off on waiting to get back to the main group, I was about to completely open up a can of lucid-power whoopass on these guys. But…as I was levitating and getting ready to own them all, I woke up.

I spent a few minutes trying to fall back into the dream again, but it was a lost cause.

12/19/2007
"With Patience"
I was chillin with Todd, walking the streets of Lake Mary at night. When we got around this apartment complex that was close to my old house, an S.U.V. pulled up beside us. Inside the SUV were three guys and two girls. After a moment, I could see that one of the girls was PatienceMarie. I said “Pati?? What the hell are You doing here?!” and she said “Were’ here to gouge out your eyes,” and smiled, sarcastically. For a second, I was just kinda like , but I realized she was just joking and said “Oh…ok, cool,” and started laughing. She asked if we wanted to come and hang out, at her friend’s apartment. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay long, because I had something important to do (don’t remember what it was, though). When we agreed, Todd quickly jumped into the seat beside her. I didn’t say anything, even though I’d kind of wanted to sit beside her, but it didn’t bother me much, so I went around to the back and sat with the other girl.

While we were at the apartment, watching movies, Todd was basically all over Patience - so much so that I didn’t even really get a chance to talk to her, but she was obviously eating it up. I was sitting with the other girl but I would rather have spent my time talking to Pati, since this was the first time I’d gotten to meet her, but I didn’t want to seem like a dick and ruin whatever fun they were having. Time passed and the two of them ended up going upstairs. The girl that I was sitting with started suggesting that she wanted to fool around. I was only partially interested, at first, until she stripped down. Heh. So we started to mess around a bit, and I’d lost track of the time. When I realized what time it was, I said that we had to go. I called out to Todd and Pati, and they both came out; Todd putting on his pants and Patience adjusting her clothes. They were both really upset that they didn’t get very far, and basically bitched at me about it, the whole way back, but I knew I had to get back and they would have probably been in there forever.

When we got back to the apartment where they’d picked us up, Patience was still pissed. She threw a bit of a tantrum and we got into a huge fight. She kept trying to walk away mad, and I was trying to reason with her, but then these three wannabe-thugs that she was riding with stepped in between us, drawing guns on me as if I was some kind of threat to her. Pati walked off, and I don’t know where Todd disappeared to, so it was now just me and these three guys, that were still holding me at gunpoint. They started cracking jokes about me (as “tough-guys” with guns do), and I began to get nervous as to where this was going to lead. Suddenly, that nervousness made me recognize that this had to be a dream, and I became lucid. Just to be sure, without saying a word, I simply levitate off of the ground, about three feet. All three guys looked at me in shock as I grinned back at them. I rushed them, quickly grabbing them by the arm, one by one, and slinging them through the wall of the nearest apartment. Before following, I stopped and looked at my hands, stabilizing the dream and trying to eliminate any chance of my waking up before I got to have some fun. I then flew in through the wall, chasing these guys down and throwing them through wall after wall, watching them try to run and scream in terror as I stalked them through the buildings and slung them around like ragdolls. Needless to say, I was having a ball.

The dream transitioned and I was still lucid. I found myself standing on a platform, with a bunch of people standing around me. A little Asian man that I recognized as Pat Morita; “Mister Miyagi” or Victor Wong; “Egg Shen from Big Trouble in Little China” told me that I this was a tournament of some sort. I was about to fight a major badass, but I was still lucid, and I was amped and ready to go. I looked at my hands, one more time, to ground myself in the dream, and everything came even more into focus.

This guy came out and, as far as looks go, he was pretty intimidating. He was wearing baggy white pants, no shirt with a slim but insanely muscular torso, and long black hair that strong down over his eyes, and hung down to nearly his waist. The fight started and it was amazing. (I remember reading horsebucket’s thread about Superhuman DC’s, yesterday and, besides the old blind Asian guy that beat me a year ago, this guy was the hardest DC I think I’d ever fought, while lucid). We were just going fucking nuts on each other, doing all kinds of flips around the platform, one-handed handsprings over each others’ attacks, trading punches and kicks, dodging at superhuman speed. It was crazy. At one point, I stopped on the opposite side of the platform and looked at my hands again. I didn’t want to lose the dream. My hands were still balled into fists, and I could see the blood (dunno if it was mine or his), pooling up in the crevices of my skin. The visuals became more solid, and the fight went on. There was one of those training dummy things that people practice Wing Chun on, that look like thisand the fight ended when I punched the guy in the chest so hard that he flew backward, into one of the pegs, and it impaled him from behind, pushing his intestines out of his stomach. Yeah, it was pretty freakin disgusting.

I had won, and a few moments passed. In this down time, I’d lost my lucidity. Suddenly most of the lights around us blew out. There was a huge commotion in the crowd, and it was obvious that something sinister was going on. This guy, that I’d just killed, had come back as a demon, or spirit, or whatever you want to call it. Even with a little bit of light left, I could only see him as a shadow, like the light never touched him. He started throwing these flaming darts of some kind at me, occasionally stabbing me with them as I tried to scramble away from this vengeful specter. He flew at me from behind and grabbed me by my head, pulling it back. With his other hand, he reaches his fingers down to my eye socket, and tried to dig in. I happened to wake up just as he was attempting to pry my eyeballs out of my face.

01/02/2007
"The Schoolyard"

I showed up to school high (yes “school high” not “high school”), and I was sitting in the back, trying to keep a low profile. I didn’t actually want to be high, and I could tell I probably looked it. I went to the closet in the back of the class (which was actually my old room closet in what is not Cierra’s room) and started rummaging around for something to speed me up, like an energy pill. I found one of those “brain stimulants” that are supposed to make your mind more sharp or whatever, and popped one of those in, then went back to my seat and tried to stay under the radar. We all had computers at our desks, and someone sent me a message that showed a video surveillance feed that was watching my desk from behind. The obviously didn’t want me to know who it was, though. After class, I stayed behind, looking for the camera. When I found it, I followed the wiring all the way around to an empty desk. I didn’t know who was sitting there, during class, so I decided to snoop around on the computer they were using, checking the Net history. I found a forum called “Jackson Forums” and, seeing this, I remembered exactly who was sitting in the seat – DV Member Universal Mind. He was trying to show me he had some sort of proof of my deviant behavior, and was going to hold it over my head for blackmail of some sort.

Going through the hallways, I grabbed a tape recorder out of my locker, just in case I saw him again. I ended up going to the restroom, and he walked in not long behind me. We were the only ones in there and, while I was in the stall, he started talking; spouting off about how he had dirt on me and unless I did something, like drop out of class or something like that, he’d give it to our teacher. He didn’t know that I was recording his confession, the whole time he was talking. I put the recorder away and figured I’d just wait for the right time, to exact my revenge. Later, there was a massive buffet in the cafeteria. I don’t remember much about this part, but I grabbed so much food that I literally had shit falling off my plate. Lol.

The dream skipped ahead, and I was in a college dorm. Todd was there. We kept playing pranks on each other, all night, and were having a ball at it. Finally, out of nowhere, while playing our jokes on each other, I realized I was dreaming. Just to prove to myself that I was, I focused on Todd and levitated him with my mind, and had a good laugh about it. Then, continuing the game, he stole my camera. (It wasn’t even a camera that I actually have.) I forgot how he did it, but it revealed that he had powers too, just like I did in my dream. Instead of actually going to look for it, though, I set the intention that it would be sitting right behind me and, when I turned around, there it was.

Another fast forward - and we were all in the auditorium, watching some kind of show, though I don’t remember anything about it. We got word that someone was going on, outside, so a very large group of us went out there. The gate surrounding the huge college-thing was huge and heavy, with 3 large slabs of metal as the gate. Since I was still lucid, I grabbed the slabs, telekinetically, and moved them off to the side. We continued through, to the courtyard. There was another group of people out there, lead by some villain. They all had powers and, by now, I’d learned that only some people in my group had them. I was obviously the only person that had no idea what was going on, because they started shouting at each other like they were rival gangs. Thing heated up and, before I knew it, all of my “friends” and the other group were running toward each other. A massive brawl was about to start, and I was pretty sure that my side, as a whole, were at a disadvantage. I ran to the front, right corner of my group and turned, looking at the space between the two converging masses. Focusing, I imagined a wall of telekinetic energy sliding out between the two factions. I could tell that things were going to get bad, and I wanted to do what I could to stop it before it got out of hand. Everyone stopped, suddenly, the invisible wall having taken effect. The main villain swooped down and began to attack me, and so I had to drop the wall to fight him. I don’t remember much of the fight, though.

Sometime during it, I had lost my lucidity. People were retreating back into the college-ish building, which had that old-time architecture (kinda like this), and I began to follow. When I got back inside, I was split from my group, and I asked the lady at the front desk where they’d gone. She pointed me in one direction and I started going down this maze of hallways that began to twist and distort, surreally. I looked into one room, from the hall, and could see a burning fireplace with human heads, on skewers, roasting inside of it…which was weird. Continuing on, I came to a door that was too small to get into. Then, it opened from the other side, and I could see that it was a panel that was down under someone’s seat, in the auditorium, and I couldn’t continue that way. I turned and found another room, which was dark. For no reason at all, I realized I was dreaming again. I tried to flip the light switch with my mind. It inched slowly and reluctantly over, and flipped to the opposite position, but no lights came on. I then tried to blink my eyes and make the lights just be on when I opened them, but I ended up opening my real eyes, and waking up.

This dream was just....I don't even know what to call it...haha...

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Dream Two:
"Nancy and the Mad Veterinarian"

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I was dog-sitting my best friend’s dog, Nancy, at his house. I was sitting out in the back yard with her, watching her run around, when she was suddenly struck by lightning, out of nowhere. I ran over to her, immediately thinking she was dead, as she lay there in the grass, smoke trailing up off of her body. When I got to her, I could see that all of the hair had been singed off of her body, and her skin had turned a dark blue. She was, however, still breathing, but she was very weak and could hardly open her eyes. <o:p></o:p>
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I scooped her up and carried her down the street to the nearest vet (and she ain't no skinny lil' terrier), coming to a building that I’ve never been to, before. It was really dark and ominous, but still, I knew that I had to get her some attention or she was going to die. Once inside, a nurse led me to a room where I put Nancy down on a gurney, and she began giving her a preliminary checkup. She asked me what &#37; chance I though Nancy had of living (and I still don’t know why she was asking Me), and I told her that I was thinking something like 20%. She told me that I wasn’t far off, but that there was one sure-fire way to save her. She said that I would have to have an operation to cut off my balls, and that the (mad) doctor would use them in a concoction that would save Nancy’s life. By this time, my best friend and some of our other friends and family had shown up, and were there when she broke this news to me (though I still don’t understand why, since my friend was here, I had to be the one to do it, and not him. Lol.) I looked at this chick like she was crazy. Even though I had absolutely No intentions of going through with it, I indulged her a bit and told her to go and get the doctor, so that I could talk to him. In the back of my mind, I was prepared to get in a fight, because something was obviously not right about this. She said ok and passed out these little flavored balloons that she told us to chew on while we waited. <o:p></o:p>
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A few minutes passed, and a weird-lookin dude in a white coat came in. He was really warm and engaging, and began explaining the specifics of what he was proposing, as he sat across from us. While he was talking, I began to get tired. At first, I thought I was just drowsy, but I could soon tell that it was more than that. I looked around the room and saw that everyone else was nodding off as well. We had been drugged, and were being sedated. Knowing that the drugs were kicking in, the “doctor” nonchalantly began telling us what was really going on. He just worked it into his spiel about the operation, as if he’d planned on telling us, all along. Apparently, this guy was hundreds of years old, but he looked to be in his early forties. He said that the secret to his youth was a concoction that was made with, among other things, the liquefied remnants of the testes, which he must take every so often. He said that I had fallen into a trap, and that my balls were going to be liquefied and mixed into the concoction that would be for his wife, to keep her eternally young and beautiful. (Everybody, say it with me…”WTF?!”)<o:p></o:p>
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I began to freak out, mentally, since I could not do anything, physically, as my body was becoming more and more paralyzed. I knew I had to do something, though, or I was going to have a really bad day. Finally, I began to become aware of my actual state. My panic brought me to recognize the familiar sensation that this wasn’t the waking world. I knew I was dreaming. I smiled a weak smile at the doctor and told him that this wasn’t going to work. He asked me “Oh, and why not?” and I said “because this is a nightmare…and nightmares don't usually work on me, because I’m a lucid dreamer, so go fuck yourself.” I focused my mind on the drowsy state I was feeling, pushing the drug out and clearing the cobwebs. I stood up, looked around at the others and said “All of you, get the fuck up. Got better things to do.” They instantly woke up and followed me out of the room. Obviously I was feeling generous, because I didn’t feel the urge to kick the shit out of him. Lol.

01/25/2008
"Serial Killer Fragment"
Completely lost a lucid dream. The only thing I remember is that there was a serial killer on the loose. He broke into my house and we had a bit of a showdown, but he couldn’t do anything to me because I was lucid and using TK against him. Unfortunately, that’s all I remember.


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02/02/2008
"Against the Window"

I was in a grocery store with Jesse, Bruce, my ex and a few other friends of ours. My memory of going through the store is really blurry, but I remember somebody stopping me and saying "...Greg?" when I walked by the bathroom. It was Mark, another member of our old crew, that I haven't seen in like 6 years. We all walked around the store talking to each other, because most of us actually live in different cities, now, and we haven't been together as a group in over a decade. I remember congratulation Jesse because he is getting married this May.

Later, we were walking the streets (I think I had a bike, actually, but I'm not sure). I ended up meeting this gorgeous girl with red hair, and she decided to tag along with us. Sooner or later, I'd broken away from the group, and her and I were back at her apartment. For a while, we were just laying around with each other, talking, and it was easy to see that mutual feelings were beginning to come on, really strongly. It wasn't long before we were in her room, stripping each other down. We started off really slow, kissing all over each other (emphasis on "all over" ) and by the time we actually got to having sex, we were both so heated that it was some of the best dream sex that I've ever had. Fuckin Phenomenal (no pun intended. haha.)

Where her bed was positioned, her window was right where the headboard would be if she had one, and the more I did her, the further I drove her up toward the window, until she was practically pressed up against it. Suddenly...she fell through it! And when I say fell through it, I mean, as if it was a hologram, she just phased through it, blinds and all - and we were on like the 5th floor of her apartment building so, without looking out the window, I knew that she'd fallen down to the street. A few moments passed, and she was suddenly back in the room. We'd continued going at it, like nothing happened. Then, the room door opened, and there was a young boy, about 5, standing in the doorway. Surprised, I was like "...who's that?" She said "Oh, that's just my son." Then, another boy, slightly older, walked up beside him. "And that's my other son," she said. Then, another boy walked up beside them, a little older than the first two. "And that's my other son."

I was like

We were covered by the sheets, and the boys came in the room, obviously wanting to play. I was really disconcerted by the fact that she had so many kids, and was obviously younger than I was, because I was thinking about trying to form some kind of relationship with this girl, and this was definitely a surprise. In my head, I was think "no way...this can't be happening...this isn't right..." and I remembered what happened about her having fallen out the window. I knew this had to be a dream. As the boys streamed into the room, one of them had a little toy gun that he was aiming at me and pretending to shoot. I held up one finger, pointing at the gun, and flicked it to the side. The gun suddenly flew out of his hand and smacked into the wall on the other side of the room, confirming that I was dreaming.

I woke up shortly after that, really disappointed about the chick having not been real, regardless of her 3 kids, because she was amazing.

...Oh well.


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02/07/2008
Dream One:
"Demon Boy / Basic Task Completed" - (w/ Dream Incubation)

(It had been a while since I'd tried dream incubation, so I decided to try to incubate the first thing that came to mind, which was a sex dream.)
The first thing I remember was walking through a neighborhood, at night. I came to a cul-de-sac, and ran into this really cute, thick-bodied sista with her hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and we started talking, outside of her house. She invited me in, and it was pretty much downhill, from there. We went at it for a while, in her room. It was good, but nothing really remarkable, really.

Shortly after that, I found myself walking through her house. I can't remember if she was asleep, or just wasn't around, but I was alone for a while. That is until I felt the presence of someone following me around. When I turned around to try to get a glimpse of this person, a hand reached out and grabbed me by the wrist. It burned on my skin like a hot iron (but the pain was dilluted). The arm was covered in blood, and attached to a young boy with a wicked grin on his face. He started attacking me, clawing at me with these really sharp fingers (his actual fingers, not finger nails). He began to disappear and reappear, kind of like teleporting, and though I can't remember him actually saying it, he made it clear that he was a demon, and continued assaulting me. Just when he was really beginning to wear me down, I realized that this was all a dream.

I grabbed a hold of him and we began to grapple a little bit, then I slung him back over my shoulder, making him crash through the wall behind me. The sky had turned to day, and sunlight poured in through the hole. I flew out of the house and landed in the front yard, just as the demon was picking himself up. I brought my arms down at my sides and tried to create an energy blast, but I couldn't get it to work, no matter how hard I visualized. Instead, reached one hand out and picked up a large section of the lawn soil with telekinesis and slung it at him, smashing him over the head with it, to stun him. Then, seeing that my TK was still affective, I pushed a hand out toward him, using a "force" type of push and making him fly across the lawn and crash into the outside of the house.

I don't remember if we continued fighting or not, but the next thing I remember is flying around, looking for something else to do (and someone else to have sex with, actually ). I looked at my hands to try to keep the dream stablized, and was surprised at how normal they looked. There were a few scratches on them, after having just gotten into the fight, but they looked normal, otherwise. Since there really weren't any people around the neighborhood, I practiced my flight control, and was having a little trouble controlling my speed. I couldn't really accelerate like I wanted to.

It was then that I thought about the task of the month. The first DC I came across was a man that was standing outside his house, watering his plants. I landed in his driveway and said "Hey, tell me something about myself that I don't know." He looked at me and replied "You're a dream character" with this really goofy grin on his face. I didn't really feel like getting into a debate with him, so I just kinda rolled my eyes at him and flew off to find something else to do. I figured that was good enough, since I at least asked and got an answer.

Don't really remember anything after that.

02/08/2008
"Fergie-Ferg"

(Had some B6 before bed and a really vivid dream.)
I was at some sort of parent/teacher event at a children’s school. I don’t remember whether or not Cierra was there, though. We were all watching the kids get up and do these presentations for the crowds, and I just remember being unbelievably bored. We had to sit on the tile floor while watching the show, and I kept making goofy faces at the kids around me, and making them laugh, when we were all supposed to be watching the show. While I was sitting down, Indian-style, I suddenly began sliding on the floor, like it was made of ice. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t stop myself, and the kids around me just started cracking up laughing, because they thought I was doing it on purpose. Soon after, they started doing it too, as if imitating me.

Later, the show was over, and all the parents and teachers were hanging around, mingling with each other. I’d begun to suspect I was dreaming, because of what had happened with the floor, moments earlier. However, I’d taken the B6, and everything was just so vivid that I couldn’t tell. I tried the finger-through-palm reality check like 6 times, while I was walking down the hall, and I just couldn’t push my finger through. Even so, I was beyond suspicious that I might be dreaming. (I didn’t even think of the breathe-through-nose RC) When the RC continuously failed, I tried one more thing while walking down the hall, I looked up at a post-it note on the wall, and tried to rip it down with telekinesis. It snapped down off of the board, as if I pulled it off with my fingers, and I now knew I was dreaming. I didn’t really have anything planned for my lucidity so, since I was surrounded by MILFs, I decided to pick one out of the crowd. Heh.

I walked into another room, and two chicks were lying on the floor, as if this was some type of slumber party. One of them was Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas. I sat down on the floor and we started chit-chatting. Shortly after, I reached behind my back and manifested a guitar. She started singing, I started playing, and we sounded great together. Between songs, I was tuning my guitar. Her friend spoke up and said something like “you guys sound awesome,” and Fergie looked over and said “…I didn’t even realize you were here!” We laughed and I started re-tuning my guitar again (which had a weird tuning mechanism on the neck, that isn’t on real guitars) while Fergie slipped over to her friend, and they started whispering to each other. Fergie was saying something about other guys that she had designs on, and her friend was saying stuff like “Yeah yeah, well you need to forget about all of that, because this guy is amazing!” talking about me. I couldn’t help but grin at that, as I sat and tuned my guitar.

After that, we started hanging out a lot more, during the gathering, and it was cool just having Fergie to hang out with.Somewhere around here, my lucidity faded, and we were all outside. There was a party going on, outside of the school, and all of the parents were allowed to drink. There was almost a fight between our group and a bunch of “thugs” a few yards away, but this really witty guy in our group made them all look ridiculous. Then, Fergie started drinking…A LOT. I mean this girl was just destroying the beer. She couldn’t even stand up straight and kept pounding booze like there was no tomorrow. Shortly after that, she staggered over to a trash can and projectile vomited like there was a fire hose full of Dijon mustard in her mouth. LOL! This was a big enough trash can, and she still couldn’t keep it all inside. It was enough to make me realize, once again, that I was dreaming. Then, obviously exhausted from having just puked up half her body-weight, Fergie just sat down on the grass, near the trash can, covered in her own vomit.

With Fergie having ruined any sex-appeal that she’d previously had, and my remembering that this was all a dream, I just left her on the ground and walked off to find something else to do.

I don’t remember anything after that, though.


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02/18/2008
”Mind Games”

I was a detective or something. There was a guy on the loose that had the power to create illusions with his mind (kind of like the guy in the “…projections” dream, but without the gear), and I had to catch him. Unfortunately, I don’t remember very much about this dream, at all. I do, however, remember becoming lucid in a parking garage. I had met up with this guy, and we had a bit of a standoff. At first, my lucidity was rather low, and I didn’t really try to exert any control, but then the guy tried to create an illusion around me. Everything started swirling, and he began to make me feel like I was being teleported to somewhere else. The garage began to disappear, and I could see the inside of a building, and a long hallway. This made me more aware, and I remembered that, since I was dreaming, I had the ability to overpower this transition, and I began to focus on getting back to the garage.

The illusion slowly began to fade away and, before I knew it, I was standing back in the parking garage. The guy had taken off running while I was distracted, and I started chasing him. I remember stopping and, after this dream had been going on for a long time, I began to try to set the intention to remember the timeline, when I woke up (which I obviously failed, because this is only a small part of the dream that I can remember). I began chasing him again and then was suddenly stopped by another impending illusion. I saw the same girl from the “…projections” dream, dying again. It took up my entire visualization, beamed straight into my head. I sat there trying to fight it off, and get back to the scene in the garage, and then I woke up.


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02/24/2008
"Spores"

I had went to sleep at like 8am, after tending to someone who’d got into a car accident, outside my house. Trying to fight the urge to sleep all day, I popped some b6, thinking it might help me wake up at a decent time, and give me some vivid dreams.)

There was an accident in front of my house, in the early morning (just like IRL). When I went outside to investigate, I saw a bunch of DV members hanging out, around the busted up cars. Mes Tarrant was there, and the first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a pretty revealing blouse and had the body of a super-model (which I blame on this picture ).

Sooner or later, I ended up becoming lucid, after noticing that I was surrounded by DV members. Understandably, the very first thing I did was look for Mes (), but I ended up getting so caught up in whatever everyone else was doing that I’d forgotten my intention, when I didn’t see her right away. I did take a look at my hands to try to stabilize the dream, because I didn’t want it to slip away from me. My hands seemed to pulsate a little bit, but weren’t very distorted, aside from that. Lucid Seeker was there, and invited everyone back to his house for a party, so I decided to tag along. His house was really run-down, on the outside, but seemed like a pretty tight pad on the inside. It was somewhere around here, where I lost my lucidity.

Now, this is where things got weird. Lucid Seeker had some strange plant. This plant spread spores around, that had two really strange properties. 1) Wherever a spore would land, another large plant would grow really quickly. It would be like watching time-lapsed photography and watching it go through all the stages, but within seconds. And 2) these new plants that grew would act like magnets and attract anything organic to them. I mean anything, no matter the size.

So, something happened and some of these spores were blown toward me, getting stuck in the fabric of my jeans. As I tried getting them out, they began growing. I could feel the roots spreading, and they were making me itch like fucking crazy (I blame that on the b6. I can tell, right away, that it was one of those all-too-familiar b6-induced itches that were more than just dream-related). Then, it started slowly: small things began becoming attracted to me, house plants and whatnot. I ran outside, trying to get these spores off of me, and then the lawn itself ripped up like Velcro and became attracted to me. I peeled it off, and noticed it was still following me, so I ran. As I was running, everything organic that I passed – grass, trees, animals, everything – began following me as if I was a magnet, drawing them to me. Sooner or later, it got to where I couldn’t stop running back, if I did, thousands of pounds of whatever has been flying after me would just crash into me and probably crush me under its weight. So..I just kept running…

03/19/2008
Dream Two:
”Sex and Suicide”

I was at some chick’s house. Her boyfriend was there at first, but he left and had gone to the store. Shortly after he left, this girl was all over me, trying to get me to have sex with her. I was really uncomfortable with it, at first, because I knew her boyfriend would be back soon, and that was drama that I just didn’t want. But, she said that they were swingers and that when her boyfriend got back, he could simply join in and she would take care of us both. Needless to say, I had no objections. So, I lay back on the couch and she started going down on me, which was phenomenal. After some time, she climbed up onto my lap and began to ride me. I then stood up and held her up by her thighs while she kept at it. Time went by and I ended up climaxing.

Her boyfriend never ended up showing up and so we were just kind of hanging out, afterward. While coming down, I began to feel everything unraveling. It was like the world was disintegrating before my eyes. Suspicious, I stood up and took a few steps, focusing my mind on levitation. My suspicious were confirmed as my feet slowly began floating up off of the floor. I had been dreaming. I stopped and looked at my hands, trying to stabilize the dream. I had gotten excited though, because my dry spell had been broken, and I could feel the dream continuing to unravel. It seemed that there was no fighting the fact that I would be waking up soon. I remember frantically searching my memory for what the tasks of the month were, and I remembered the “Prove You’re Indestructible” task. I was thinking: “How in the Hell could I accomplish that in the fastest way possible?” and the idea came quickly.

I ran to the kitchen. On my way there, her boyfriend was just walking in through the front door. My visuals were fading, and I was beginning to feel myself lying in bed. I threw open one of the drawers, grabbed a butcher’s knife and, just as my vision went black, I plunged the knife deep into my chest. It didn’t hurt, but I could definitely feel it, like someone punching me lightly. A few seconds passed and the feeling subsided. I was now staring at the back of my eyelids and had woken up completely.

(Damnit. I dunno if I’m gonna get credit for that one. I’ll have to see what Seeker says about it.

(Some more unremarkable notes, and a WILD attempt from today's nap)

03/20/2008
-Something about Todd and his family coming over late a night, while I was sleeping, and wanting to party. They sat around in my room for a while, while I was trying to doze off, and finally I had to kick them out. They didn’t want to leave at first, and I kind of felt bad. But, then, they ended up leaving. As I was turning back in to go inside, in the dark hallway, I became suspicious that I was dreaming and woke myself up on impulse. I dunno why.


03/21/2008
Nap / WILD attempt
I lay down for a little bit and tried to WILD, but I was also trying to stay somewhat vigilant of the waking world, because I was expecting mom to come home and have me take her to pick up her car from the shop. A little while after I’d closed my eyes, I heard mom’s boyfriend coming in the house. I immediately thought this was weird, because he shouldn’t be home until dark. Listening, still lying on my bed, I heard him go through the house and to the garage. He started the lawnmower and began mowing around the house. Still thinking about how weird it was that he was home, I got up from the bed and went over to my window, opening the blinds and looking outside. He’d stopped right by my window and had the loud-ass lawnmower idling. I was going to tell him to keep moving, because I was trying to sleep, but I noticed it wasn’t him at all. It was my dad. He was just sitting there on the mower, talking on a cell phone.

I was like “wait a minute…this isn’t right…wth is going on here?” I realized I had to be dreaming. Glancing outside again, I looked at one of my dad’s arms and tried to distort it with my mind. The arm wavered in the middle, like it was made out of putty, and I knew I was dreaming, then. Just for good measure, I tried to stick my arm through the wall in front of me. It was really solid, though, and I wasn’t able to get my hand through.

03/23/2008
”Water Dragon”

(WOW!
As promised, Moonbeam, this lucid dream is dedicated to you!! You should go into the fortune cookie business! Haha! This was one of the coolest lucids I’ve had in a really long time. I didn't get to bed until about 5am, and I had been having really strong HI, a few minutes after I lay down. I was hearing conversations and seeing people walking by or sitting around and talking. I decided to try to WILD, but ended up falling asleep.)

In my dream, my car was in the shop, and the company was giving me some bullshit about getting it out on time. A lot of my family was there, and I ran into my Australian friend Nicole, from my old job, and some of her family members. It turned out that the mechanics were supposed to be detailing my car, but something happened to where it got mixed up with the wrong work-order, and they’d (for some reason) shredded the entire roof off of it. At one point, I had been chewing on a pen cap or something small, and it broke into millions of pieces, in my mouth, and I tried forever to spit it all out, but I just couldn’t get it all. Anyway, in talking to Nicole, we discovered that our families were intertwined at some level, and one of my unfamiliar uncles was like one of her cousins or something like that. I remember being really happy to see her and, while she was talking to the shop owner about her own car, I was standing behind her chair and moving it around with her in it –swiveling it left and right and bouncing the back of it gently, like she was a kid or something.

Later, our two sides of the family got together and had a cookout. There was one guy there that kept giving me shit. I don’t know why, but he really didn’t like me. The drunker he got, the worse it was. Finally, he came over near me and sat down on the grass, obviously drunk off his ass. Without looking at me, he slurred something like: “You know…I was thinking about killing you. I still might, actually. But right now, I’m just going to sit right here.” Part of me wanted to just reach over and kick him in the face, but I didn’t want to start anything major at this family gathering, so, ignoring him, I began to walk away, still kind of fuming that I let him talk so much shit and didn’t say anything back to him.

After walking a few yards, through the crowd of people, I stopped, wondering just who that guy was, and how exactly I’d gotten to this gathering. I began to suspect that I was dreaming, and thought about trying to move something with telekinesis to confirm it, but figured that it was too unreliable a reality check at the time. Instead, I tried the finger-through-palm technique. At first, the finger wouldn’t go through, and I almost gave up. Then, I decided not to focus so hard on it, and relaxed. I put my finger to my palm again, and it sank right through, like it was made of liquid, and poked out the other side. I was definitely dreaming! Immediately, I turned around and began looking for the DC that had given me such a hard time, about ready to teach him a thing or two. Everyone was gone, though, and I was alone in the field. Wondering what to do next, I decided to try a scene change, to see what I could come up with. Before doing so, I looked at my hands to ground myself in the dream, bringing the world around me into extra-high definition. I thought about spinning, but decided not to do that, and thought up a new way to transport to another scene. I put one hand down on the ground, focusing, and began to pull it upward. At first, nothing happened. I set it down again, and concentrated on what I was trying to do. Then, when I pulled my hand up, this time, I materialized a wooden door that stretched from my hand to the ground, until it was big enough for me to walk through. I stepped through the door.

I walked into a new land that absolutely amazed me. Everything was made out of vibrant, larger than life color. It was filled with blues, pinks and greens all over, and looked like a really detailed landscape straight out of the movie What Dreams May Come. It was, easily, the most incredible dream landscape I have ever seen, and I just stood there, in awe, for a good while. There were a few surreal buildings around, and a rollercoaster in the background. I walked around to explore, and came across a car that was riding down a path. Without really interacting with it, I just kind of watched and zoomed in on it, with my eyes. There was a very religious air about the car – almost comically “happy” - and I could somehow tell that the man driving was a hardcore theist, maybe even a pastor. He had two children in the back, though, and they seemed less than “happy.” Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of something that looked like it was painted on the side of the car. It was a cartoon of the driver, and he was having sex with one of the children. Despite the “happy and religious” feeling of their commute, this stuck out to me as an ominous sign that something was wrong. My perspective then flashed, and I was shown the house that they were driving to – their house. Over a few seconds, the house, itself, then became darker, and more foreboding. I could practically feel the intense evil coming out of the house. I immediately knew what this meant. Those may have been the guy’s children, but he was a child molester and, as soon as they got home, as has happened time and time again, he would be having his way with his kids – who looked to be around 9 or 10 yrs old - behind closed doors. Sickened, I raced across the field and jumped into the air, landing on the hood of the man’s car. I tried to punch through his windshield, but didn’t do anything but crack it. Then, I concentrated on phasing through it and sank my arm in through the windshield like it was made out of water. Grabbing the guy by the collar, I yanked him out through the windshield, took him somewhere secluded, and proceeded to beat the crap out of him.

After that, I decided to go exploring again.

Once again, I was just completely amazed at the scenery. I kept reaching out and touching things just to feel them and how real they were, and continued repeating to myself “I’m Dreaming, I’m Dreaming, I’m Dreaming” so that I wouldn’t lose focus and lose my lucidity. Off in the distance, I noticed what looked like a tidal wave. It was standing some 100 ft high, but I couldn’t tell if it was coming toward me or not. In the back of my mind, I sort of “commanded” it to stay there, and it was more or less like a fountain – a wall of water that just sat there, in the distance. The water was a deep blue that looked more like dark blue paint that water. Wondering what to do now, I thought about the task. It took me a moment to remember what the other task was, and I finally remembered that I had to bring something to life. I wanted it to be good but I had no idea what I wanted it to be. I started walking around to see what kinds of things I’d have to work with.

There were a few old statutes here and there. One was of an alligator, but was really old and had grass growing around it. I was kind of weary, because I didn’t really want to give something life that was going to come after me and try to kill me. I was having enough fun without all that drama. I thought it would be cool to make a giant eagle come to life, but I didn’t have a statue of one. I tried to materialize one to have it fly in out of the sky, but the most I got, when I looked up, was a regular-sized eagle. I then remembered that whatever I gave life to had to already have been inanimate. Just making it appear wouldn’t count. Coming closer to the roller coaster, I looked in the lake beside it, and there was a giant stone hand that was sticking up out of the water. It was obviously a decoration, but it gave the feeling that there was a massive stone giant beneath the water. I thought about trying to bring that to life, but was kind of weary about what this massive giant would have been like, since I couldn’t see anything but its hand. Finally, I heard a voice over the PA system, advertising the roller coaster. It said something like “Come On Up and ride Hydra, the Water Dragon!!” I looked over toward the coaster, and found my target.

The roller coaster was designed to look like a blue dragon. Coiled around the track itself was a fake dragon body, which snaked in and out of itself and the trees around it, and came to a head that was down by the entrance. I was still kind of apprehensive, because this thing looked pretty damn fierce, but I couldn’t think of anything more badass to bring to life than a dragon. Heh. I didn’t have a really good vantage point to see the head, from where I was, so I flew up through the serpentine tracks, passing the coaster car, which had people riding on it, and sitting on a high platform that looked down at the dragon’s head. Holding my hands out, I focused on bringing the dragon to life. It was actually much easier than I thought it would be. The body of the dragon turned from a hard, painted stone, to thick, scaly reptile skin. I reached out and ran my hand across its body, feeling the scales beneath my fingers. Then I looked back at the head. The dragon, which had been mostly blue, turned into more of a red-orange color. It began moving its head around, as if trying to break free, but the struts and beams that had held the dragon in place, while it was a statue/decoration, still kept it held in place while it was alive, preventing it from going anywhere. With this extra security, I flew off of the platform I was sitting on, and landed on one a little closer to the dragon's face.

Remembering that I’d wanted to try interacting with DCs a little more, while lucid, I sat down and asked the dragon a question. It was something about the nature of DCs, but I don’t remember what I asked him. I don’t even know if I expected him to answer, but, surprisingly, it did. It had a very proper speaking voice, and sounded rather intelligent. A bit impressed, I asked it another question that I don’t remember, and it answered back with this really long response – something that seemed to be more of an attempt to sound smart by using the biggest words and concept it could (like talking about hypotenuses and isosceles triangles as if he was solving an algebraic equation), than anything else. But, I gave him in the benefit of the doubt as if he knew what he was talking about, even though I wasn’t quite sure he did. I asked him another question, and he sighed as if he didn’t want to answer, or my question was too hard to answer. I actually do remember asking him why he didn’t want to answer that one. He sighed again with a big of an arrogant “Oh, God. Do I really have to go into all this?” sort of flair. He then asked me “Well…do you mind of I ramble on and on?” as if the only answer he would offer would take six years. A bit impatient, I laughed a bit and said “No no no…that’s alright,” and I got up and flew off to find something else to do. Shortly after this, I began to feel something moving, on my neck. I sat still and I felt it again. When I put my hand up, I couldn’t feel anything, but when I felt it again, I knew it was coming from the waking world.

(A bit freaked out by this, I woke myself up, only to find out that it was just the ring on my necklace slowly sliding down the chain and lightly dragging across my skin, because of my position. I was a little disappointed, but excited about the dream. Even though it was only 2 hours after I’d lied down to go to sleep, I got up and typed up my notes on the dream. Then I lay back down and tried to WILD, but failed.)

04/05/2008
”Rooftop Bash”

I was walking through a mall with a bunch of people. For some reason, we ended up getting drawn up to the roof, where we had a huge party. Again, it was like a concert, with speakers the size of cars set up all over the place on the different levels of rooftop. We began running all over the roof and jumping from level to level, across gaps and whatnot. At first the distances weren’t too far, but then I came up short on one gap, and I fell off of the roof, thinking that I might have just made a fatal mistake. To my surprise, though, I hit the ground and lived. I didn’t even feel any pain. Immediately, I knew I was dreaming. I launched myself back up into the air, and flew to the roof. Once back up top, I began doing all kinds of high flips and acrobatics, jumping like 100 feet in the air and doing twisting flips, falling off of the roof and landing down on the ground below, and then springing back up to land on the rooftops again. I then would jump off of the roof again, and catch myself in mid-air, hovering with my arms crossed while the DC’s watched in awe.

Shortly after that, I heard one guy talking about his girlfriend, and how she’s sooooo fine and all that, basically bragging that she was his and no one else’s. He pointed to her, and I looked over in that direction. She was on the highest rooftop, dancing by herself like it was a platform in a nightclub, and yeah, she was damn fine. She had really bronzed skin, Latin, I think, and was all sweaty from dancing and glistening in the sun. Awesome visual. I went over to the edge of the rooftop that I was on, dropped down into the lower gap between the two and then launched back up toward the highest rooftop, to talk to her. For some reason, though, I kept falling short. Even when I tried to fly, I just could not get up there, and I was getting frustrated. I tried a handful of times, and then I was just like “screw it. I can find something better to do in this LD than sex.”

I landed back on the roof that I was on, and some other guy asked me to spar, so I said “Sure.” We started doing some really awesome Matrix-type moves, and fighting at amazing speeds. Once, I was backed into a corner, I turned around and did the wall running thing that Trinity does at the beginning of the first movie, where she runs up and across two perpendicular walls. This brought me to a position over the guy, with my momentum carrying me behind him. Passing him, overhead, I reached down and grabbed him by the head as I jumped off the wall, landing behind him and slinging him by the head into the wall across the way. He then turned and jumped over the wall, onto another level, and I followed him, jumping over the 10 foot (or so) wall, in one leap.

(That’s all I remember.)

04/11/2008
”Magic 101”

I was at a party, and I think it was Halloween. There was an inside joke running around where yelling “Free Ghost!!!” was supposed to be a hilarious reference to something, but I can’t remember what. This guy had a snake for a pet and I didn’t want to mess with it, because I knew it wasn’t a constrictor and actually had fangs.

Later, Todd and I were walking down a short stairway, leading out into a field, obviously on a school campus. We passed this group of teenagers. There were three of them and I just got a bad feeling, when we passed them, so I sensed there was some trouble brewing. No sooner did that thought come into my head, than they rushed us from behind and tried to rob us. I was worried for just a moment, until I realized that the weapons they were trying to rob us with were just lighters. We ended up smacking the kids around a bit, and wrestling them to the ground, I grabbed two of them in a chokehold, and Todd grabbed the other. We dragged them back to the on-campus houses, and took them to their parents (somehow knowing exactly where they lived), who chewed them out pretty good.

As we were walking back the way we came, we split up for some reason, and I began walking across a basketball court, right beside a fenced in tennis court. There were a bunch of huge roughneck brothas playing football on the basketball court, and I noticed that my walking across it would inevitably put me in the middle of their playing field. I tried to maneuver my way around them, without disrupting their game and/or get trampled over. I was gonna walk through the tennis court, but the gate was looked, so I stayed to the side of their field and walked around it.

Immediately after leaving the basketball court, I spontaneously realized I was dreaming. I passed a group of like 6 girls sitting down in the grass and drinking bottles of something. Just to double-check whether or not I was dreaming, I looked at a freckle that I could see on one of their backs, and made it disappear (what a random reality check, I know, but it was the first thing that came to mind. Lol.) I went over to them and flirted for a bit, shaking their hands and being all charming. They were drinking some kind of juice, that were named different little artsy things. I asked one of them what hers was called, and she said it was called “Creative.” I grinned at her and asked her “and are you creative?” She smiled a little nervously and said “Well…I like to pretend that I am.” Without missing a beat, I responded with “Well, imagination is the first step to creativity, so it looks like you’re on the right track.” They all giggled like crazy, and I told them I’d catch them later, and walked off, hearing them talking about me, as I walked away.

Seconds later, I could hear them all nervously running up behind me, trying to entice each other to talk to me. One of them reluctantly came up and asked me if I was a teacher (which, I believe, was because of the way I carried myself. I did feel like I had a bit of a regality about me). I thought for a moment and then said “yeah…” feeling like showing off a bit, “…I’m teaching a course in magic.” I asked them if they wanted to see a trick and they, and a few other people, gathered around. Still knowing that I was dreaming, I flicked my fingers and created a small flame. Then I threw the flame out in front of me, and it landed on the grass. People were mildly impressed, but ultimately not amazed, so I figured I’d have to do something a little more amazing. Right on cue, a black bird dove out of the tree we were under and grabbed the tiny flame in its beak. As soon as it picked up the flame, the entire bird caught fire, turning into what looked like a phoenix. It began to fly up toward the tree again, blazing, and I immediately pointed my palm at the bird and held it in place with telekinesis. I commanded the flaming bird to liquefy, and it began to drip like water, dousing the fire, and I then commanded it to freeze. With strings of water dripping down, the entire thing froze, leaving ice sickles trailing off of it. I then realized my hold on it, and it fell in the grass.

Everybody went crazy over it, but it happened so fast that I noticed a lot of people didn’t see the whole thing. Other people had recorded it on their cell phones, one of whom was my friend Vee, and we began going through the tape, to show the trick again to those that missed it.

(I woke up while checking out the video)


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04/13/2008
Dream Two:
"Waterwalking"

I was staying at RG’s house, after last night’s (IRL) party. There was some kid there, that I was in charge of looking after, so we spent a lot of time just playing games and whatnot. Later, RG brought in a sex tape that he’d made just a few minutes ago, with one of the girls that was at the party, and started watching it on TV. I was keeping the kid occupied so he wasn’t looking at the screen. Though, for some reason, I didn’t think it was strange enough to say something to RG, that he was watching a sex-tape with like an 8 year old in the room.

The dream changed, and I was flying low, over a bay area, with buildings to one side, and woods to the other, skimming just a few feet over the water. I was being pulled along by some flying gadget that was like a little box that I was holding with my right hand, out in front of it. I was holding onto the boy’s hand with my left, and he was being pulled along beside me. Behind me was another person, but I can’t remember who it was. It wasn’t RG, though. He was an older guy, maybe in his early forties, I guess using a little flying thing of his own.

This thing was pulling me along, really fast, and just zooming over and under bridges and whatnot - really exhilarating. But then, I realized how odd it was that I was flying without a plane, or some other aircraft. I knew that I was dreaming. I let go of the flying gadget thing, and brought me feet down beneath me, digging my heels just beneath the surface of the water and slowing myself to a stop, as if I was dragging them on concrete, still focusing on keeping myself on top of the water, and not falling in. I couldn’t help but feel excited at the fact that I was standing on the water (which I don’t think I’ve ever done before), and I stepped over to one side, and set the boy down on the tiny shoreline, behind one of the buildings. The guy stopped and stood besides him. He asked me how the hell I was standing on the water, without that flying thing, and I told him that it was because I was dreaming. As if to prove it, I stepped out further in the water and began to walk around on it. It was the weirdest feeling. It didn’t feel hard at all. It just felt like water, and I felt lighter than air. Every now and then my feet would sink just a little, and the top of my shoes would get wet, but then I’d have to concentrate a little more on keeping myself up above the surface.

After walking around a little, I flew up near the roof of the building – where the guy had ascended too as well, and he just kind of watched me hovering there, with a smile on his face. Then, I lowered myself down to the shore again, so I wouldn’t have to focus so much and I could think about what I wanted next. I didn’t really feel like the dream was holding together very well, so I tried rubbing my hands together. It didn’t work, and it actually began making the dream fade. I kept trying to think of other methods to stabilize the dream (I had completely forgotten about my tried-and-true method of looking at my hands until it was too late), and the next thing that sprang to mind was to feel around the texture of the dream scene. I put my hand out and began to feel on the rough cement walls, and across the cables and whatnot that ran behind the building. For a second, it worked, but as soon as I stopped touching it, the dream began fading again. Finally I remembered looking at my hands. It may or may not have helped, being that the dream was slipping away really quickly, but when I reached my arms up to look at my hands, I realized that I couldn’t see them. I could feel that my hands were right in front of my face, but they just weren’t showing up in the dream. No matter how much further down I looked, I could no longer see my body at all. Just the scene around me.

(Good news is, I had another lucid dream last night. Bad news is, it was freaking insane. )

04/14/2008
”Bad Moon”

(I swear, it’s fun to experiment with B6 at times, but sometimes it’s just not worth the consequences. This was easily the most brutal, intense, violent dream I’ve had in a while. I’d taken some B6 and melatonin before bed, making the dream incredibly vivid (and painful). It also didn’t help that the last thing on my t.v. last night was a werewolf flick called Bad Moon. I was hardly even watching it. It was just on, and I caught a few glimpses of it here and there.)

I was dreaming about JO. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, and we happened to start getting really close. At first, we were lying around, watching these visualizations on a huge screen, kind of like the Windows Media Player visualization, but much more complex and engaging. Along with the orchestra music, it was very relaxing. We were lying against each other and beginning to fall asleep. Moments later, we were in bed, still listening to the music and just talking softly to each other. (Because of who she is, I’m kind of uncomfortable with this dream, so I’m not going to expand on it, too much) Nothing really happened, though, we just lay there in bed together, curled in to each other.

The dream switched to third person, and I could see that I didn’t look like myself. I looked like someone else. I then saw this same guy who I’d been, with JO, in different camera shots, like a trailer for some dark movie. He was moving through the woods, and he had a strange shape to his face. He came upon this large house. Being taken, some sort of situation went down, and I caught an image of the heat from some kind of intricate furnace being pumped throughout this house, through the walls and everything. Having contact with the smoke in the air made all of the people that already lived at the house transform into werewolves – the intelligent, talking, but ultimately fucking badass kind. The newcomer didn’t stand a chance. He was immediately cornered and torn apart.

I remember something about telling JO what I’d seen, after the dream switched back to first person. (I never got another look at myself to see if I still looked like that guy or not) She was immediately terrified, and with this ominous sense of recognition. I can’t remember the exact conversation, but I think she said the werewolves were real, and they were apart of her family lineage. I don’t remember just how that part transpired, but I’m pretty sure that’s what it equated to.

The dream skipped ahead and, for some reason, I was actually entering that same house from the vision earlier. I didn’t recognize the house, at first, so I wasn’t really alarmed. I had Cierra with me, and I think we were looking for a place to stay the night. At first things went alright. We met the owner of the manor, who had a bit of a creepy air about him – something like Bram Stoker’s Dracula, maybe. But, still, nothing set off any bells. It wasn’t until we were getting situated in our room, that I got another vision. I saw the network of pipes and tunnels; the orange light of a burner furnace, and the thick, glowing smoke being pumped through the shafts. Everything came rushing back to me, and I immediately knew what was about to happen.

I knew it would be impossible for my daughter and I to get out of the house in time. I snatched her up from her bed and darted to another room. Miraculously finding some secret compartment in a wall, just big enough for her, I rushed her inside and told her to stay there, and keep quiet, no matter what she heard from outside. Then, I pushed the huge brass(?) block back in the way of the hole. I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could from that room. If I was going to be caught, I definitely didn’t want the werewolves knowing where I hid Cierra. Passing the most unsecured hiding spots, I came to a room at the end of a hallway. It had a closed door across from me and a closet door in the corner. As a last ditch effort, I headed straight for the closet door. Just before reaching it, I’d gotten a really bad feeling that I’d chosen the wrong direction to run in.

The very instant that though entered my head, the door that was across from the hallway I came in through burst open. Inward stalked three huge werewolves, standing upright. I instantly turned around and ran back the other way, crossing in front of them and hauling ass back down the hallway. I heard one of them order the others to get me, and could hear them sprinting down the hall after me. It didn’t take long for them to catch up to me, and they began mauling me, slashing and biting at me while I tried my hardest to stay on my feet. It was so vivid. I could feel their bristles of hair on their bodies, and their teeth felt like sandpaper grinding my flesh. Suddenly, out of desperation, I came to a welcomed realization. I yelled out “This is a dream!! I’M DREAMING!!” ‘Elated’ doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. Once completely over-powered by these werewolves, I now began to take them on, no longer afraid of them. I’d noticed that, now, they had shrunk in size – to about that of rottweilers, and now walking on all fours like dogs, but they were still incredibly rabid. My lucidity was still low, and I didn’t really have time to think, at all. These things were all over me, and they were just so damn fast. But I didn’t shy away from them anymore. They would tear painfully at my arms and legs, and I would pick one up and grab both its jaws, ripping it open and snapping its head backward onto itself. More of them came running into the room and, at one point, there were at least four or five of these dog/wolves on me.

The room we were fighting in had turned into the living room / kitchen area of the place I used to share with my ex. Violently fighting off these wolves, I staggered to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife. Things got really gory as I began slashing and stabbing as many of these damn things as I could get my hands on. They were still tearing me up, though – and make no mistake, when they bit me, it hurt. What made it worse was that these things JUST DIDN’T DIE. They were fucking indestructible. Obviously the “silver” thing didn’t work with kitchenware because the knife wasn’t doing a damn thing. I would tear these things apart – cutting them practically to ribbons until I was soaked in both my blood and theirs, and they just kept attacking. In the middle of the fray, I picked one of them up by the front legs, and swung it down, back first, toward the back of a chair, folding its body over the chair back and breaking the wolf’s spine. I picked up another one and held a front leg in one hand, and a rear leg in another, and swung the beast down onto one of my knees, breaking its spine over my leg. Another one jumped me and I went to stabbing at it like crazy with the knife, finally breaking it’s skull by ripping its jaw apart, as I did with one of the first ones.

Finally, I realized that I had time to actually breathe. The attack had lulled. I looked around the room and saw the more seriously injured werewolves still trying to get back on their feet. Now was the first chance I had to try to ground myself into the dream by looking at my hands. It didn’t really help the vividness, though, because everything was already incredibly vivid. I looked up, across the divider, now that I was back in the living room, and I could see three figures standing in the kitchen. Three of the werewolves had changed back into human form…and they were women - very attractive women, actually. They were breathing heavily and they, especially one in particular, looked absolutely terrified of me, which seemed to be the reason why they were hiding behind the divider that separated the kitchen and living room. The other, still dog-formed – and visibly mutilated – werewolves didn’t transform, but they were definitely not in any hurry to attack me either. The female in the middle began talking to me. I can’t remember what she said, but it was something about how I was like some kind of monster, because I was able to take on all of them at one time. She had this sort of awe-struck look on her face, like she was standing in front of a god. The one standing on her right still looked scared shitless like, if I would have taken one step toward her, she would have broken through the wall just to get away from me.

The one that did the talking began giving me some sob story, obviously to keep me from killing them. She started going off about how it’s not their fault they are what they are, and they do what they do. She told me about how werewolves killed her family before she became one, and yadda yadda. I don’t even remember if I was actually listening to her with any sort of pity, or wondering what I was going to do next, but the dream faded in the middle of her monologue.

(I woke up covered in sweat, with only about 3 ½ hours of sleep, but I had to get up and write this dream out. It was already 8:30, though, because I didn’t go to sleep until late, so there’s no going back to sleep now.)

04/15/2008
"High School Haunting"

(Another pretty scary dream, but I think my surge of interest in LDing is really paying off. It was short lived, but I had another LD last night.

I had big time REM rebound, after only sleeping for 3.5 hours, the previous night. I slept for 10 hours last night, and seemed to dream forever. I can't remember if this all part of a single dreaming session, or if I just entered and exited the same dream theme over long periods of time, but it felt like I was having the same dream for hours. )

I was in a huge gymnasium, during some sort of event. There were a bunch of bars and platforms all around, and I was able to do acrobatics really easily - flipping off of higher levels and spinning around the bars and whatnot. During a break, everyone had to hit the locker rooms, which were in these massive hallways that stretched like 50 yards. I remember thinking how strange it was that I saw girls and guys sharing the same locker rooms, but ultimately didn't think all too much of it. This part of the dream stretched on for a really long time, and we ended up going back out to finish the game/rally/whatever. Afterward, we came back to the locker rooms to hit the showers. I got to where my locker was, and the number had changed. It suggested that my locker was now way on the other side of the locker room, and that I had completely gone the wrong way, when I first came in. I knew that this couldn't have been right, because I remembered which way I'd come in, the last time. I said something outloud like "What?? This was my locker, right here. How in the hell did my locker change locations??" My old best friend from Houston, Kellen, walked up behind me and was like "You know what this means, right? You've been dreaming...this whole time."

I was floored. I found it incredible that this entire event, which seemed to have lasted well over an hour, was a dream. Kellen turned to leave and I stopped him. I said "Hey wait a minute...I need you to do something for me!" remembering something that someone had suggested, on Dream Views. "I need you to come back and remind me, as often as you can, when I'm dreaming! Just show up in my dreams every now and then, and tell me that I'm dreaming. Just give me some kind of notice or something. Anything!" I honestly don't remember whether he agreed or not, but he ended up walking away shortly after that. I left the gymnasium and went walking around the school to explore. My lucidity didn't last very long, and ended up fading around this point.

The dream skipped ahead, and I was actually in a classroom with a bunch of other students. Incredibly enough, I don't remember very much of this part of the dream, but it involved a really nasty and vengeful ghost. It would show up, without warning, and basically maul whoever was closest to it. It was kind of like in the movie 13 Ghosts, how sometimes you could see the ghost, and sometimes you couldn't. You'd just see what was happening. It was really freaky-looking; standing like 8 feet tall, with long hair, long finger-nails, sharp teeth and along jaw-line. It was also extremely violent. At one point, to make its presence known, it picked up a girl in the classroom and smashed her head down through the overhead projector, not only shattering the glass, but crushing her skull like a melon under its own power. I remember that it liked to frequent a certain hallway, and everyone hated to go through it, on their way to class. There was once when, as soon as I'd stepped into my class, I heard a stampede of students screaming and heading toward me from behind, because the ghost was attacking again.

The dream skipped ahead again. We were in the school at night, watching a slide show or some kind of presentation. Since it was after hours, we had all snuck in some drinks. This one girl was getting really drunk, belligerent, and just plain annoying, shouting all kinds of cuss words at people for no reason and basically acting like she was the shit. I kept threatening to lock her out of the room, in the hallway where the ghost usually dwells. She would shut up for a minute, but then kept right on going. Finally, I got fed up, so I grabbed her and pushed her ass out in the hallway, locking the door and standing by it. At first, she started pounding on the door and demanding to be let back in, calling me all kinds of names, but then her shouting turned to screams of "Oh my God, it's coming! It's coming! Let me in!!" and her banging became more frantic. I let her in and closed the the door again. The ghost never bothered us in the room.

We ended up wanting more drinks and something to smoke, so we decided to take a trip to Orlando to pick something up. I was driving with an old co-worker named Nina. I really don't remember much about this, but something went wrong with the bud transaction, and there were criminals involved. I think I ended up dying right then and there, because soon I was a ghost, bent on revenge. I'd caught up to the group of criminals that were about to commit something big that involved blowing something up and probably killing a lot of people in the process. As a ghost, I attacked them, wrapping the men up in the cables to their own explosives and detonating them. I just stood there, intangible, as the bombs blew up around me, killing them all.

04/25/2008
Dream two:
"Survival of the Fittest"

(Had I been on B6, this would have probably as feverish as my Bad Moon dream, but I was a lot more relaxed in this one, once I got lucid, and it was much more fun than frantic.)
I was hanging out in someone's backyard, in the middle of the day. It was a fenced-in yard, and instead of having a dog for a pet, they had a lion. I don't remember how it happened, but something provoked this lion into attacking me. I became lucid while trying to keep away from this lion and, I don't exactly remember this happening, but I know that the lion turned into something of a werecat. It stood up on two legs and squared off against me. Much like I had done in my LD where I'd fought Freddy Kruger (which I had been telling someone about a couple of days ago), I challenged the cat by focusing on my fingertips and making claws shoot out of of them. I charged the humanoid cat and we began fighting in the yard.

I don't remember much of the fight, but I know that, at one time, I had jumped up onto a picnic table. The cat run beneath it, and waited for me to move. Somehow, I automatically "knew" that it was waiting for me to take a step across the top of the table, so it could try to attack me from below (which is kind of reminiscent of the scene in Die Hard - which I'd just watched the other day for the first time in years - where John is hiding beneath a table and shoots at a guy that is walking over the top of it). To draw it out, I took one step over the surface of the table and quickly drew my foot back. The lion/thing crashed up through the bottom of the table, expecting to tackle me, but I was still in my position. He landed in front of me, both of us now standing on the table, and we locked arms with each other, grappling. I tried to throw the lion/thing up into the air, but for some reason I just couldn't focus, and I felt its real weight. He felt heavy, no matter how much I tried to remind myself I was dreaming, and I was never able to lift him off of his feet.

(I don't remember anything else, unfortunately.)