Thread: Lucid Files From Oneironaut's Matrix

06/15/2006
Dream Two:
“Dueling Dragon”

The next dream was in a large industrial yard, enclosed with high walls around every side. Everyone was hard at work building something or other and there was a long, inverted, conveyor belt over our heads, carrying these huge bell-shaped weights that must have weighed 5 tons a piece, easily. Sooner or later, I noticed one of the bell-shaped weights didn’t quite look right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, at first. But then the whole thing seemed to sort of unwrap itself, spreading a wingspan of at least 40 feet. It was a dragon, hanging upside down from the conveyor belt like a giant bat. The second I figured out what this thing was, it dropped down from the overhead belt and descended on the yard. People started running and screaming everywhere as this thing was bellowing fire all over the place. I remember that, while trying to get away, one of the huge weights fell from over top of me. I forgot who it was, (someone I know in waking life) but someone told me to get out of the way. I looked up just in time to see the weight and I dove forward, landing on the ground just as the weight smashed down behind me.

I think the impact shook another one loose because as I turned over on my back there was another weight falling down at me. I rolled to the side as fast as I could and just BARELY got away from that one. It was so close that I think it landed on the sleeve of my shirt. I got up, and was one of the last people in the yard. I saw that most everyone had cleared out through cargo doors on all sides of the yard, and most of them were now closed. The dragon was doing fly-bys and napalming the area with its breath as I was looking for an open cargo door. I had to run toward one of the closed cargo doors because they were under these tiny overhangs that would have given me at least some cover until I could find a way out of the yard. While I was making my way toward it, I was running parallel to a wall while the dragon was swooping in behind me and closing in. I looked at the wall beside me and had the sudden urge to try to run along it. Then I remembered how often running on a wall has made me realize I was dreaming, in the past, and I instantly became lucid. I dashed toward the wall and ran up it, diagonally, when the dragon was within a few feet behind me. I then did a sideways flip off of the wall that carried me over the passing dragon, and landed on my feet on his opposite side while the beast swooped back up into the sky in front of me. Ducking beneath the cargo door overhang, I gathered my thoughts for just a moment. With the knowledge I was dreaming, I then stepped boldly out into the center of the yard.

The dragon had landed before then, and was standing with its back to me. As I walked out further, it slowly turned its head toward me, and then the rest of its body. What happened next is a bit of a blur, but I vaguely remember the dragon exhaling a huge stream of fire in my direction. I then put up one hand and used the knowledge that I was dreaming to keep the fire away from me, putting up a sort of invisible shield between us. I also remember doing a little bit of hovering around the yard, and throwing some fireballs of my own at the dragon. (not really stopping to think whether or not fireballs have any effect on dragons, but oh well.)
Anyway, somewhere throughout this little battle, I was back on the ground and had forgotten I was dreaming. I wasn’t making any progress fighting this dragon and ended up looking for a way to escape. There were a few survivors of the dragon’s attack that were scrambling toward these vents in the ground. I ran over to one of them and jumped in.

A couple of other people and I spent some time trying to navigate these underground vents as they were getting smaller and smaller, the further down we went. Sooner or later, I was getting very claustrophobic and wondering just how the hell we were going to get out of here. But then, as worry began to hit me, I remembered once again that this is all a dream! So, even though I was a good 20-30 ft underground and encased in a concrete shaft, I flew straight up through the ceiling of the shaft, crashed through all of the earth above me and then exploded up into the yard again. I landed next to the hole I got ready for round two with the dragon but, instead, there was a 50 ft giant standing in the yard instead of the dragon.

This surprise stripped me of my lucidity again, as this giant started reaching down to catch me in its hand. I started ducking and dodging the numerous swings from this “guy,” and was again looking for a way out of the yard. One humorous thing I can remember is how Dumb this giant seemed. I mean he was “dduuurrrr ” dumb. But he was strong and he was fast and, at 50something feet tall, that’s all the advantage he really needed. I remember he was treating me like a toy and considered his trying to kill me as “playing with me.” Across the yard, I caught a glimpse of one of the cargo doors that wasn’t closed all the way. There was about 2 feet of space beneath it. I ran toward the door and could hear the giant’s feet as he thundered after me. Having no time to stop, I dove to the ground on my stomach and slid under the door.

What I didn’t realize was that the entire industrial yard sat on top of a single rock formation. It was a column which stretched up from the ground for what seemed like miles. As I slid out from under the door, I went over the edge (which was about 5 feet from all sides of the industrial yard) and grabbed hold of the side while my legs dangled over the distant cityscape far below me. The giant obviously didn’t know about this either. He comes crashing through the cargo door and the concrete above it. I think he almost stepped on me, because I let go and ended up falling down beside the rock column just as the giant was falling as well. I caught myself on something though and wasn’t that far away from the top when I stopped falling. I looked down and saw that the giant had latched on to something also, and was beginning to climb up toward me. I started climbing also, up and to the left, moving clockwise up the rock formation like a mountain climber as the giant ascended after me. It was the most insane feeling to be scaling this pillar of rock thousands of feet above the ground with a huge giant coming up after me. Make no mistake about that.

But, to make a long story short (as if that’s possible at this point) the giant somehow ended up losing his grip and falling down to the earth, from a distance so high that there were actually a few clouds between us and the ground.

Shortly after this, I woke up.


Dream 3:
“The Lucidity Effect”

Feel back asleep. I remember much less of this one, but it was still very vivid. I was telling someone about the dragon dream I’d had “the night before,” and was going into detail about how the dragon first appeared. (Now, after this, I’d noticed a bit of a scenery change, but I think it was a part of the same dream, so I’ll write it that way.) There was some commotion behind us, and someone had just gotten shot. It was then that I noticed that the scenery was set in the old west. We were outside of some really lavish building, like a mansion or theater or something like that, and there was a crowd of people swarming around the incident. I think either some little girls, or some young women were shot, though I don’t know why. (I do remember something about how they were standing close enough so that more than one of them were hit with the same shot) There was something about this whole thing that didn’t seem right, though. I just couldn’t quite tell what it was at first.

(It may have had something to do with not being able to remember what I was doing before all this happen that prompted this next part, but if you’ve ever seen the movie The Butterfly Effect you’ll get the concept.)

I figured out that by collecting some of the blood from the victim and doing something with it that (I think) involved gun power, (don’t ask me what the hell I did, because I don’t know ) I could send myself, and the three guys I’d been telling my dragon dream to back in time to before the shooting and stop it.

I think I mixed the gunpowder with the blood (or Something) but there was a bright flash and we were suddenly back to right before the shooting. We ran up to the crowded door of the building and jumped the guy that we knew had the gun, stripping him of it. However, history seemed destined to repeat itself, as someone else ended up shooting the girls. (It was the old west, and Everybody had a gun, of course.)

The transition into this next part is really hazy, but sooner or later, I was inside the building and there were four witches/sorceresses/whatever, each of them black, and wearing beautiful gowns. It felt like I was in old New Orleans or something. Anyway, I don’t think this was a separate dream because I think they were talking about the futility of my trying to change time. Something about how I was meddling with powers I couldn’t comprehend, or something like that, and basically threatening me with their own powers. Everyone else had disappeared, and I was alone in what I think was an elegant dining room, surrounded on three sides by these women who I could tell were really powerful and a wall, I think, on the fourth corner. I was definitely feeling like I was in deep shit, because they had me cornered, and I was obviously not going anywhere. But then, thanks to impending danger, lucidity kicked in once again.

I was still dreaming! I got a slight grin for a moment, but then put my game face back on. I started talking a little trash to these witches which they didn’t take very lightly to. I can’t remember what I said, but before I knew it, they were trying to kill me. They had absolutely 0 effect, though. Haha. Oh man, it was great. I started walking toward them one by one, simply waving off their spells with a dismissive hand. The first one, standing in the doorway to my right, shot what I think was electricity at me. I slapped it away and I think it shattered a wall-length mirror beside me. I forgot how I got rid of her, but she was the first one to go.

I walked around the room counterclockwise toward the next woman that was standing in the doorway opposite the first. She backed up into the hallway behind her just a little when she saw me stalking slowly in her direction. Drawing her hands back, she then lurched forward and unleashed a steady stream of fire toward me. Without breaking stride, I put up one hand and blocked the fire with my mind. Then, I pushed the flying blaze back out into the hallway and shut the door mentally, filling the hallway with her own fire and burning the witch alive.

Continuing on counterclockwise, I came to the next witch that was halfway between me and the last, she was near the wall between the two doors that were on the same side of the room and had nowhere to go. When she threw her lightning at me, I didn’t even put up my hand. I just decided that it wasn’t going to touch me, and it never did. The last thing I remember of her was her surprise right before I stepped up to her, grabbed her face in both hands and spun it to the left, breaking her neck. She dropped to the floor and I continued on walking toward the last witch.

This one, obviously the oldest, wasn’t as ignorant. She began walking backward, struck with fear, as I stalked her way. She was practically tripping over herself as she shied away from me, retreating out into another hallway which led to the main lobby. There was a high, twisted staircase in the middle of the room, quite beautiful actually, and it was surrounded by all of these chandeliers. Anyway, she began crawling backward up these stairs trying to get away from me, pleading for me to spare her and whatnot. I didn’t say a word, but just kept closing in on her as she wound her way backwards, up the stairs, to about the 6th flight or so. She ended up with her back against the railing which overlooked the large room below us. I leaned in so close to her that our faces were practically touching, staring maliciously into her panicked eyes. I can’t remember what she said, or what I said afterward, or even whether or not I pushed her away with my mind (which I think I did) but before I knew it, she was plummeting down through one of the chandeliers and to the ground below. If there was anything after this, I don’t remember it.

Damn, what a night. Haha.

06/20/2006

Had some Calea and Melatonin before bed. Dreams were very vivid, but I went to sleep late, so the melatonin made me too groggy in the morning to remember everything. Got the task done, though!

Dream One:
“Second Lucid Task Completed!”

I was in a bar. I remember feeling like a complete stranger in this place, and a lot of people were sorta giving me the eye. I kept to myself, and made my way to the counter, and started to order a drink. Behind me, the door opened, and the big 6 foot / 300 something pound guy walks in. While the bartender was just about to turn to me to take my order, this big guy walks up to me from behind and shoves me out of the way. Taking my spot at the bar and ordering his drink first. My mind began racing as I stared at this guy, knowing that he could probably crush me, if he wanted to. But finally, in my anger, it hit me: “I was dreaming!”

I stepped back up to him and we started to exchange words, but I forgot what we said. He kept talking to me dismissively, though, as if it was in my best interest to leave him alone. I didn’t, of course. I can’t remember whether or not he attacked me first, but all I remember is picking this guy up by the crotch with one arm and flattening him like a bug against the ceiling above the doorframe. And when I say flattened, I mean the blood ran out of him like I was ringing a towel up over my head. Unnecessarily graphic, but satisfying, nonetheless.

Now, with a moment to think, I looked around the bar as if to say “Hmm..well I’m lucid…now what?” Then I realized that, before falling asleep, I had been repeating “Gotta catch a butterfly. Gotta catch a butterfly.” The Task!!! That was my first order of business. Now, originally, I had planned to make some big elaborate scenario about either catching a giant butterfly or catching/fighting a butterfly/human hybrid, but this dream was feeling very unstable, so I took the easy route. I held up my hands as if I was holding an invisible basketball between them and began moving them slowly together. Just before they touched, the butterfly materialized in thin air and slipped down between my palms as I cupped my hands together and I could feel it rattling inside. Smiling, I opened my hands with a sense of victory and the butterfly flew out just as the scene changed.

Dream Two:
“Regime Change”

The next dream had to do with booting some third world dictator out of his regime. We were fighting outside of some huge building that seemed like it was made of nothing but huge crustacean shells, tree limbs, rope, ivory. All of that stuff. Something like you may see on a Final Fantasy game or something. It was in the middle of this large circular area that looked a lot like a colosseum, without the stands.

So, this was a war. The US was on one side, and there was a huge, organized, tribe of some sort on the other side. The details of this are sketchy, but I know that we had some natives working along with us as well. I do remember Donald Rumsfeld showing up once or twice, but I can’t remember what significance he was. At one time mortars started launching grenades from the natives’ side and they were streaming down over our heads. I noticed that the explosions from the mortar rounds were very small and disproportionate. Something felt completely wrong about this. One of my friends (I think it was Todd) was nervous about the mortars, saying something like “I didn’t know they had shit like that!” and I remember patting him on the shoulder and saying “Don’t worry man. This is just a dream, anyway.”

I was lucid again and decided to continue on with the war scenario because it was actually pretty entertaining. I went around marveling at the detail and intricacies of the shell-base that we conquered, as well as fighting my way to another enemy base, ahead of the front line, and scoping that one out as well. I was actually surprised at how well they were put together. They were primitive (like a Swiss Family Robinson tree fort without all the leaves) but Very elaborate. Sooner or later this dream faded into another one.

Dream Three:
“Shadowcat”

This one actually began with lucidity. I was in someone’s house, but I’m not sure who, and a couple of my friends were there. I was, at first, doing my own little thing and playing around with lucidity, sticking my hands into walls and whatnot. Finally one of my friends was like “whoa, how did you do that?” I can’t remember if I explained the whole lucidity thing, but I remember saying something like “Watch..” and I stepped over to one of the walls. I put my hand out first, and began to sink into the wall, stepping forward. One of my curious friends actually ran up to me and grabbed a hold of me, getting pulled into one of the walls behind me. Inside the wall (which was represented by pitch blackness), whoever it was started freaking out, talking about how being in a wall was “too much” and that he couldn’t take it, so I stepped back out of the wall and into the room with him.

All of a sudden there was a silhouette of somebody standing outside a window watching us. The second we noticed it, if I remember correctly, bullets started streaming into the room. The shock took away my lucidity as we all scattered. I pressed myself into a nearby wall (which became sort of my ‘power’ for the rest of the dream) and emerged on the outside of the house and confronted this guy. I can’t really remember what he looked like, but his size reminded me of the guy that I had fought in the bar in the first dream, though I didn’t realize it during this dream. I don’t remember my fight with him, but I’m almost certain it had something to do with pulling half of his body into a wall and leaving him stuck there, or something, but that part’s pretty much gone.

At the end of this dream, I was standing outside a house (the same one?) and I was still sticking my hand through the wall, fascinated by it, but not lucid. I was also using my mind to melt away the wall the same way my fingers would do when I touched it. It was caving inward with my thought as if my fingers were sinking into the wood like wax. My mom had come by and I showed her this ability in a very confessional tone as if I was exposing my “mutant power” to her for the first time. I remember her showing me that she was “abnormal” too, and had the ability to see through solid objects.

Don’t remember much after this.

06/23/2006
Second Dream:
"Organ Depot"

I was in some sort of hospital. (or so it seemed.) I was in an operating room, but I wasn’t the patient. There was a guy stretched out on the hospital bed, and a bunch of “doctors” going to work on him. It was obviously some type of surgery. Anyway, something was up with this guy’s anesthesia, and he kept trying to sit up on the bed. The docs just kept pushing him down, and then one of them broke out a rotary saw. Holding him down on the bed, they started splitting this guy’s chest open while he was obviously coming up out of the anesthesia. I was horrified with what was going on, so I ran out into the hallway. There were a few people in scrubs walking around, and the place really looked like an authentic hospital. But then I made the mistake of roaming around and trying to find the exit.

Every room I went into was more disturbing than the last. In one, there were these huge glass vats that stretched up to the ceiling. Inside these vats were skeletons, many of these brutally disfigured, some of them with flesh and innards streaming around in the yellowish liquid that filled the tubes. There were, what looked like, scientists tending to these vats, doing some sort of work on them. Whatever it was, it was barbaric, and I scrambled back out into the hall, again. I went from room to room looking for a way out, and this place was beginning to drive me insane. Another room had a bunch of stretchers scattered about where the dead were simply laying open, unattended. Another, much larger, room was filled with body bags, suspended from shelves like meat racks. There were hundreds of them in this room alone, some of them neglected and partially unzipped, exposing the decaying remains of whatever poor soul lay inside. A few of them were hardly even held in the leather sacks, gore dripping from exposed arms and legs as the cadavers hung halfway from the black bags. Again, there were people in scrubs walking around, tending to this disgusting inventory as if this was some sort of manufacturing plant - white walls and bright lights all around.

A bit panicked, I went up to one guy in particular that stood out from the rest. He was short, bald, probably mid-forties, and was wearing a more distinct pair of scrubs than everyone else. I asked him what the hell this place was, and he told me this was an “organ donor” facility, where “dead” people were stripped of their organs so they could be sold to the public. (I’d recently been watching a news story about how the Chinese had an organ donor program that would even take the organs from their prison inmates’ bodies after they’d been “executed,” but some of them before they even took their last breath. I’m pretty sure that prompted this dream.)

Anyway, this (pretty creepy) guy told me he would show me the way out. While we were going back through the room with all the rows of body bags, my disgust brought me to another level of awareness. What the hell was I doing here? This couldn’t be happening. This was all a dream.

I was absolutely fuckin Ecstatic when I realized I was only dreaming. So much so, that the first thing I did was strut through the rows of these body bags and workers, singing to myself and pimp slapping every scientist/worker I came across that had something to do with this barbaric facility:

(stride on up to the first person…)
“La la la, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” *SMACK!!!!*
(strut a little further down the row, to the next person…)
“La la la, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” *SMACK!!!!*

Hahaha. It was fuckin great.

Anyway, sooner or later I’d gotten tired of this place. I didn’t think spinning a new dream scene would be such a good idea, because I tend to wake up when I do that. So, I jumped up and flew straight through the ceiling. I came up into the hallway above me on (what I somehow new was) the first floor. I think I walked out the doors after that, but I don’t really remember.

Then I woke up.

Dream 4:
"Return to the Organ Depot"

I was back in the “organ donor” facility from the second dream. Just being there brought me immediately to lucidity. I also noticed that the two cowboys from the last dream (3) were there, also, though I think they were wearing more modern clothes. I decided to have some fun with these guys and give them the same sort of scare I had. On a random note, I remember one of these guys taking a hit of acid because I told them this place was like a museum and we were going to see a lot of really trippy shit. Haha.

Anyway, I ended up meeting up with the short, bald guy that I was talking to, the first time, and he acted as sort of a guide to take these guys around through the facility. I let him know that one of them was tripping, and he took a few steps to make his “presentation” more ominous and dramatic, being a pretty good sport about it and putting on a really disturbing show for the newcomers.

So we spent most of the dream just kinda roaming around and scaring the hell out of these guys with what this facility was all about. The one that took the acid was speechless, and had this expression plastered on his face the whole time. Haha. At one point, the sober cowboy (they were brothers) decided to get in on the joke. We ended up “losing” him during the little tour. He brother, tripping balls, started to get worried. Really worried.

Sooner or later, I had lost my lucidity, but I was still aware of the fictitious nature of this facility, and the joke we were playing on the trippin cowboy. The short, bald “guide” told him that his brother was on the “organ donor program,” and he was being “taken care of.” Haha. Man, did homeboy freak out after that one.

I think he started running through the halls screaming for his brother. We followed him back to the room with all the suspended body bags and one of the employees told him which bag his brother was in. He then ran to the bag and unzipped it. His brother’s partially naked and blood-soaked body slid halfway out of the bag and dangled there in front of him.

He lost it and started wailing and screaming “no! no! no!” and all that but, about 10 seconds later, his brother looks and says something like “HAHAAA!! GOTCHA!!!” lmfao. It was a riot.

06/28/2006
Dream 1:
“Payback”

I was working in a call center again. CQ and one of his brothers were in this one, as well as some guy named Masude. (sp) They have a friend named Masude, IRL, but this guy definitely didn’t look like him. Anyway, this kid Masude and I were had no problems in the dream, for a while. It was payday and I had a bunch of bills to pay. I forgot what the details were, but Masude had asked me for something. Some sort of information that I didn’t really think mattered at the time.

Later that day, I’d gone to check my money online and I noticed that my entire bank account had been wiped out. I went to talk to Masude, but he was nowhere to be found. I then went to talk to one of my supervisors to find out where he was(who were all supervisors at my current job) and began to get all emotional while telling him what was going on, because I was in a really bad situation. He pulled me into a conference room with another super, and it seems that they were already talking about Masude before I’d come in.

It seems Masude had walked off the job just a few minutes before I brought up my missing money. I was enraged to no end. They said that somehow, he’d used their computer system to hack my bank account and that he was “one smart SOB,” and that they would do whatever they could to track him down and get the money back. So here I was, dead broke and about to lose everything because I had about $2000 worth of bills due.

I was making my way home when I decided to stop by CQ and his brothers’ house. They were good friends with Masude, and I was going to try to get in touch with him through them. I pulled up and saw CQ’s brother D standing outside on his drive way. I got out and was like “Yo, where the fuck is Masude?”
D looked at me with a bit of surprise on his face and said “He should be here any minute, actually. I just called him.” I said “Well that fucker raided my account and owes me a shit load of money.” (apparently I had about $16,000 in my account.)

D’s surprised turned into a smirk, as if he pitied me if I had plans on calling out Masude. Shortly afterward, this sleek-looking black car pulls up next to the driveway. Much nicer than what I knew Masude was driving before. He rolled down his window as D was getting in the passenger side and said to me something like “Yo thanks for the cash,” or something.

I was so pissed.

I lifted the front of my shirt and flashed the handle of a pistol in my pants. Masude was like “Bitch, please.” He reached down next to him, pulling out an AR-15 assault rifle and leaning it out the window toward me. (Their whole crew has a shit load of guns, IRL, so this all played out pretty well) There was nothing I could do, so I held my tongue. They sped off, laughing.

I began walking home, vexed as all hell. On the way home (don’t know why I was walking and not driving) I heard tires screeching behind me. They were rolling up on me quick with what looked like the intention of doing a drive-by. I ducked into someone’s garage the first time they rolled passed, and I could see they were turning back around, down the street. The garage I was in had a dirt bike inside. I jumped on and kick started it, flying out of the garage and down the street away from them. They chased me down a familiar, Lake Mary road that I had been taking back home. I was able to stay ahead of them, though, and when I got to a certain section where I used to ride my old dirt bike behind the houses next to my neighborhood, I jumped off road and took the trails, slipping out of sight because they couldn’t follow in the car. I was hoping I would lose them, as I didn’t know if D knew where I lived or not.

Later that night, I was in my room at the computer, and was getting ready for bed, still heated about what happened that day. It wasn’t long before I heard Masude and D outside of my bedroom window. Obviously they’d found me and were talking trash from outside. I wasn’t about to be imprisoned in my own house, so I grabbed my gun and walked outside.

This part got kind of hazy, but we were standing outside. I don’t remember if we were talking about anything, or if they were just kinda there. Whatever the case, sooner or later, D’s big brother CQ shows up. They all used to split a big, beat up Dodge Ram they called “The Tank,” and CQ was driving that, except it looked much more like a tank, actually. His on-again, off-again ex was with him, also. There was a massive stereo system inside that was bumping Three-Six Mafia, or something. He stepped out of a side-panel door of “the Tank,” as if it were a minivan, or a small military vehicle, and had an assault rifle in his hand. He was there to back his brother up.
This dream happened 2 wake-ups ago, so I can’t really remember it what triggered it, but sometime about here, I became lucid. A few of my neighborhood friends were now standing around also. The situation changed immediately, and I was no longer intimidated by the other group, and of course, the money didn't matter, anymore because I knew I was dreaming. I started verbally attacking them and whatnot, especially CQ, because he was the only one I could see had a weapon. It seemed that he was so surprised at my sudden lack of nervousness that he didn’t know what to make of it. He’d actually begun to back up toward his “truck” as I walked in his direction. I was telling him about how his little (big) gun was useless against me and could tell he was so confused he didn’t know what to think. By the time I stopped in front of him, he was already halfway in his truck, backing in through the side door with assault rifle in hand. I stopped about 2 feet in front of him and was staring him down as his brother and Masude watched. No one knew what the fuck was up with me, and were just kind of stunned.

I then smirked at CQ and said “Tell you what. I’ll give you a free shot,” and patted my chest. He was like “….what?” I said something like “Go ahead…no sense in bringing out the big guns if you’re not going to use them, right? So shoot. I just want to make a point.”

He looked at his brother like “?” but then shrugged his shoulders and grinned. He aimed the gun up at me, the barrel about 12 inches away from my chest, and opened fire. He spit the entire banana clip at me at point blank range. But he was hit with shock and fear as every single bullet ricocheted off of my chest and flew back around him, scattering in all directions and ripping into his truck and even demolishing his stereo equipment, which sputtered and sparked and struggled to keep playing the song. (Hell yeah. Just in time for the opening of the new Superman movie. )

Everyone was in awe.

D, Masude and CQ all hauled ass out of there. I could hear the gangsta rap thumping in CQ’s “Tank” as they were leaving my neighborhood, and I used my last bit of lucidity to change it to the group Sublime, laughing and bobbing my head to the song “Summertime” blaring from their vehicle as they sped off.
Hahaha. Good shit.

07-07-2006

Damn. Went to sleep with the intention of completing the lucid task. I had a dream where I was in a house, by myself. It was the middle of the night and every now and then I would hear noises around the house, and I'd get up and start checking around for anything/anybody. It was pretty creepy, doing so. One time or another I found that when I went into the living room of this house there were a bunch of my friends there sitting around playing video games like they owned the place. I forgot why this was so strange, that they were there, but it was.

Sooner or later, I realized I was dreaming. I don't think there was anything in particular that triggered it, I was just standing around the house and became lucid.
I stopped for a minute and gathered my thoughts (which I'm going to start doing from now on when I can think about it.) I was wondering what to do with my lucidity and actually had to really stop and think before I remembered the task (even though I went to sleep dead-set on completing it.)

So I needed to get out into traffic. I immediately walked through the nearest wall to me, but wound up in another room. This room had a window and I started walking toward the window. I could see that it was night outside, and I figured that would be more of a problem than anything else, so I tried to change it to day, as I got closer. It didn't work. I thought about spinning a new scene but didn't want to lose my lucidity or wake up. So, I ran forward and jumped through the window.
Unforunately, while jumping through the window, I think I lost my lucidity. I don't remember anything else from that dream after about that point.

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07/25/2006
"Lucid Sparring"

Had a pretty interesting LD last night, but it was early-on during the night, so most of it is gone.
Not sure what led up to this point, but I was walking through the aisles of a grocery store when I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I don’t really think there was a cue or anything, I just knew it. At first, I continued walking, repeating to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” in my mind to keep myself aware of that fact. I was looking around at the different things on the shelves, leaning in close to them to check out all the detail.

I then remembered that I wanted to get some practice with making myself more comfortable in the lucid state, just to see if I could hold it longer if I wasn’t running around doing a lot of action. I sat down on the tile floor, Indian-style and began to relax as if I were meditating. I closed my eyes for only a second, but figured that might be a bad idea, so I opened them again, just kinda sitting there with my head bowed, focusing on solidifying my lucidity. It seemed to work, to a point, everything became much more vivid and realistic. Whatever haze was there, when I’d first gained lucidity, was now completely gone, and there was absolutely no distinction between the waking world, and the dream.

As I was sitting there, taking a moment to stare at my hands which didn’t seem distorted, except that the contours of my fingertips were much more magnified and detailed, some guy came walking up to me and got my attention. I can’t remember what we were talking about, but I think he asked what I was doing or something like that. As I was talking to him, I kept repeating in the back of my head “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming. This is all a dream. I’m dreaming, etc.” Sooner or later, the guy asked me if I wanted to spar or something. Can’t remember exactly how it began, but I got back up on my feet and we started sparring.

I was pulling off some pretty dope moves while fighting this guy, one of which was; I jumped toward him with a straight-on flying kick at his face, which he blocked with his forearm, I then bounced off of his arm, hovering in the air slightly like Cloud does in Advent Children while blocking with his sword, for about 2 seconds. Then, spinning my body around immediately after my kick was deflected, still in mid-air, I snuck in a rotating kick to the side of his head with the back of my opposite foot, flipping him sideways through one of the shelves beside us before I landed on my feet again.

So, the fight went on for a little while, without losing one tiny bit of the realism, but THEN, I’d noticed that my auto-suggestion: “This is a dream, this is a dream” had morphed into “Man I hope I don’t wake up. I have to keep from waking up.” As soon as I fell into this frame of mind, while squaring off with the guy again to go another round, I woke up.

I find that very interesting, though. The next time I’m lucid, I’m going to continue with my “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” repetition so that I can engrave it into my conscious mind. Hopefully it will stay with me throughout the dream, like it did this time. I’m going to try to make sure that Waking Up doesn’t even creep into my head, though, because it seems to kill the dream every time I think of it.

08/01/2006
Dream One:
“I Think Nana’s Lost It.”

One was this weird dream about Cierra, her mom’s grandma (who everyone calls Nana), and some girl I was with that wasn’t Cierra’s mom. Anyway, the four of us were sitting around in Cierra’s grandma’s house and she was really sick or something. She was also a bit crazy. I’m relaxing on this chair next to her grandma’s bed and Cierra, her grandma and the girl that wasn’t Cierra’s real mom, but seemed to have taken her place as her grandma’s daughter, were lying on the bed, just spending some quality time.

So anyway, Nana started rambling on about something about not wanting their little moment to end. She was going on and on about it, and I’d figured she was just a little depressed. She then seemed to come across this idea that caused her to get up out of bed and go make three cups of tea or something.

She came back, got back in the bed and gave the cups to Cierra and the girl I was with, and kept one for herself and was like “Now drink up you two,” as she was settling in. As she took her own drink, Cierra and ‘my girl,’ were just about to drink theirs. Then, under her breath, Nana said something like “ah, to think. We’ll be able to spend the rest of our lives together in this bed.” She was smiling happily. Too happily.

This caught my attention and obviously the attention of the chick I was with. She straightened up real quick and took Cierra’s cup out of her hand, putting her own down before she drank it also. Nana was obviously stunned. She started screaming “No! You’re supposed to drink it! You have to! Nooo! Drink It! You Must!!!”
I stood up out of the chair and the “girl” scooped up Cierra, pulling her off of the bed as they backed up toward me.

Nana had obviously put poison in all three cups. She’d wanted the moment to last forever, and it would have, but it was ruined. She began to convulse on the bed, grabbing the sheets and choking between screams. The three of us held each other, as it as actually pretty horrible to watch. But, even worse, her choking began to turn into fits of laughter, still gasping and gagging, her eyes bulging in their sockets. The laughter then turned demonic, growing louder and louder, still choking. The three of us were all becoming more and more freaked out, Nana’s body started to twist and contort with her spasms, her chest heaving upward toward the ceiling as if she was possessed and the devil himself was about to tear out of her ribcage. It was then that I told myself “Whoooaaahh!! I Need to Wake the fuck Up!” And I did.

It was that strange, instinctual lucidity that doesn’t come on until I’m in sensory overload from something that is just too friggin creepy to deal with, and my brain wants out. I couldn’t have stayed in that dream, if I wanted to, because the very second I realized I was dreaming, I was ejected from it on instinct.

After a while I went back to bed.

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08/02/2006
Dream Two:

Then there was a party at Nitrixx’s house. There were a lot of people there, and we were all Really fucked up. I was so fucked up, in the dream that I puked all over my shirt and pissed all over my jeans, simply because the world was spinning so damn much and I couldn’t find the bathroom. (which was fucking Embarassing ) Luckily no one saw my “accident” because I had wandered into the back room. I saw the bed and (as usually happens when I’m FUBAR and there is a bed in sight) I passed the hell out. I don’t remember passing out, in the dream, but it only makes sense.

Then had a false awakening. I was like “damn, that dream sucked,” as I’m looking around all groggily, trying to focus my eyes. It was then that I noticed I was still in my clothes. Not only that, but they were still soaked with piss and puke and I’m like “WHAT THE FUCK!”

I noticed that the room was different from mine, as it came into focus. It was still Nitrixx's room, and that was when I realized I was still dreaming. All of this happened really late in the night though (I know because I’d gotten up like twice before, during the night) and so I decided to wake myself up because I was worried about being late for work. (Well…that and the fact that I didn’t like the feeling of being covered in my own piss and vomit. >.> )

So I woke up.
It was only about 3:30. So I’m like “aight” and went back to sleep.

Fell back into the same dream, though the party was gone and I was wearing dry clothes. (Thank God.) I wasn’t lucid this time. Joe (Nitrixx) and I were just shooting the shit, really, and Todd was there. At on time, Todd and I left to go to the store, and we were skateboarding through the city (I don’t actually own a skateboard) Later, Joe replaced Todd and we were walking, instead. Out of nowhere, Joe’s like “Oh shit, I’m getting some of that” and walks into the grass toward an apartment complex beside us. Some guy was putting carts full of packaged food out in his lawn for people to just come by and pick up, for some odd, unknown reason, so we stocked up on shit and went back to Joe’s.

Joe had a huge dog, like a rottweiler, at his house (which is fucking hilarious because, in real life, he has a miniature pinscher that’s about 9inches tall. Rofl.) We pretty much spent the rest of the dream spinning and scratching records.

08/14/2006
Dream One:
"Superlucidman"

I was in some old town with a girl, and a few friends. There was a lot that had gone on before my first few memories of this dream, something that I think had to do with me using powers, subconsciously. Anyway, we were in this town that seemed to have a history of being constantly raided by “treasure hunters” and bandits. There was something (or a lot of something) hidden away within the mountains and desert which the town was built upon. We’d made friends with a few of the townspeople, one of which was this really attractive, short-haired chick, (that looked a lot like THIS picture of Jessica Alba) and were being invited to this major event at this absolutely incredible theater, or casino, or something. I don’t remember what kind of building was, but I know it was like 20 floors high, with a large column cut down the center of the building, from roof to floor, so that you could be on any level and, from the inside balconies, see any other floor in the cylindrical building. The entire place was decorated in ivory, gold, and white paint. An enormous chandelier hung from the roof, stretching halfway down the length of the middle area, toward the floor, a few stories away from the ground.

We were walking up a staircase to get into this building, a staircase that scaled up the side of a canyon, into the mountains. It was very narrow, but people were very patiently filing up toward the door. I was waiting to get in the door, looking out over this grand view while slowly moving up a few steps, when I realized I was dreaming. Again, there was no real cue. I was just suddenly aware I was dreaming. (That has been happening a lot more often, lately, which is good. ) So I kept repeating to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” as I continued on up the steps. When I got to the top of the stairs, I let my friends go ahead of me and I leaned against the wall near the doorway, taking a moment to still myself and try to solidify the dream (which I noticed was a little hazy.) I started looking down at my hands which seemed pretty normal (as my hands usually do in dreams) except that the contours were very vivid and exaggerated, waving around just a little bit as if I were tripping. My focus on this brought the rest of the world, in my peripherals, completely clear. When I stopped looking at my hands, I felt grounded to the dream to such a degree that I didn’t have to continue to remind myself that I was dreaming. (which is something I’d been intending to do, so I’m glad it worked. Heh)

I caught up to my friends and we sat down at one of the tables on a high level of the building. A show started but I can’t remember what the hell it was about. I remember thinking to myself that I felt kind of like Clark Kent, because I knew I was dreaming, and had all of this “superhuman” potential, but I was keeping it low-key, because I was really enjoying the dream, as it was.

Then, after a while, (inevitably) something sudden happened, like an explosion. Thieves were flooding the entire building with water, from the bottom up, trying to terrorize the townsfolk into giving them information that would lead them to whatever was buried around here. It was utter chaos of course, people screaming, panicking, falling over balconies and through crumbling wooden decks, landing in the water that was rushing in, hundreds of feet below. I think the floor under our table split apart or something, because, the next thing I remember was my date falling all the way down into the water that was rushing in. I remember diving down through the debris after her, the many tiers of the building whizzing up passed my body, before landing in the water, which only came up to about my shoulders.

It was then that our identities seemed to change into actual Superman characters. When I started looking around, I felt as if I was actually looking for Lois, instead of whoever my previous date was. (even throughout this change, I never really forgot I was dreaming, longer than a couple of seconds at a time.) When I found her, (can't remember if she looked like Lois or not) one of the thieves was pointing his gun at her back. When he fired, I dove in that direction with my arm out, catching the bullet in my palm just before splashing back into the water. For some strange reason, though, she was still hit. I think she died, actually. I remember coming up out of the water and seeing her dead and being like “WTF?! I CAUGHT IT!!” Before I could do anything about it, though the thieves did something to drain the water back through the underwater tunnels that snaked all through the mountains. I could feel myself getting sucked into a current. I tried to fly out, but couldn’t, getting pulled further under and toward a narrow hole.

Being in this water, and knowing it was a dream, the thought of underwater creatures crept into my mind (I just went swimming at Blue Springs over the weekend, and had a feeling that a “water dream” wasn’t going to be far away, since it’s been so long since I swam in that kind of environment.) Before I knew it, the water was littered with alligators. I ended up smacking into one that I couldn’t see, because the water was so dark, and it turned around and snapped at me, so we started fighting underwater while this current sucked us into the hole.

I lost lucidity for only a moment because the situation was getting so intense, and I almost started to freak out about not being able to breathe as this tunnel was completely filled with water, with no end in sight. Then I remembered again, “oh yeah, I’m dreaming.” I quit tangling with the alligator and began to head in the direction the current was taking me. I then sped up, sort of “flying underwater,” shooting through the tunnel like a torpedo, toward the light that I could begin to see up ahead. (to stay focused, I actually imagined what Superman would look like flying through such a tunnel, remembering the clip from the new movie that shows him flying really fast through a dark, narrow tunnel. My visualization was so strong that I actually saw a ghost image of him, in front of me, leading the way.)

I came out in the river that sat outside the town. And I was pretty pissed. It only took me seconds to fly back to the theater/casino place. The short-haired chick from the beginning was dressed like a warrior, now and was actually taking on some of the bad guys. From what I remember, she was pretty badass, too. The thief DCs were actually calling me Superman when I showed back up. (though I never thought to look at myself and see if I actually looked like him.) I ripped through the group of thieves like nothing, taking them all out one by one, not having to dodge any of their bullets because...well...I was Superman.

Much later (this freakin dream stretched on forever. Must have been the melatonin.) after I’d lost lucidity again, there was some romance building up between me and this chick, but it was always awkward because she felt like she would have been disrespecting her new/lost friend, Lois, by getting with me. We were actually on the verge of having sex one night when she started having second thoughts because of this. It sucked but hey, I can respect that. So even though the chemistry stayed there throughout the rest of the dream, nothing really came of it.

There was one more attack on the town for their treasure and I was instantly lucid again. The fighter chick kept saying she wanted to help, but this time the bandits had high-tech weaponry; lasers, droids, all kinds of shit. So I convinced her to stay out of it. The fight was in this wide-open, but underground, cavern. There were a bunch of machines that were drilling through the rock with lasers, trying to find out where this (whatever it was) was buried. There was this weapon that they threw out toward me that was curled up in a ball. I tried to use the heat-vision to melt whatever it was, but I couldn’t get the whole lasers-coming-out-of-the-eyes thing right. The ball unraveled itself and turned into this long, metal snake. I’m not sure what it’s purpose was but it was a nasty looking sum-bitch, so I didn’t want to find out. As it followed me around the cavern, I flew over to one of the lasers that was doing the digging, ripped it up out of the ground and swung it over in the direction of the snake, slicing it into sections with the laser.

There was even more after that, but I don’t remember

Dream Two:

I then had another lucid dream where some guys car-jacked me and put me in the backseat. When I’d realized I was dreaming I kept telling them that they couldn’t hurt me, because I was dreaming. At one point, they both pointed their guns back at me to shoot and I just calmly grabbed the barrels and took them out of their hands. I think they ended up jumping out of the car and running away. Haha.

09-01-2006
"Jason Returns"

Some girl and I were driving down a back-road somewhere, at night. If I remember correctly, I looked in the rear-view mirror and happened to see Jason sitting in the backseat. The second I saw him, he lunged forward and started trying to attack us from behind. I think the girl was driving, because I was trying to fend him off from the front seat, grabbing his arm as he tried to stab us with his knife. The struggle in the car caused us to slide off the road and crash into the trees that were along side it. I’m pretty sure we were knocked “unconscious” after the crash because I remember “coming to” (I use quotations because I’m sure losing consciousness in dreams is illusory) and it being dawn. The first thing I thought about was Jason attacking, so I started looking around for him, immediately. I looked out the window and saw him, strangely, just walking away into the woods, knife in hand, completely ignoring us.

The car was a complete wreck, so the girl and I started walking down this road way out in B.F.E. (“Butt-Fuckin Egypt,” for those not familiar with the term. Haha.) After a few miles, we came to this HUGE plantation-type house in the middle of nowhere. There were a lot of people living in this house, most of them around our age, and they took us in. We made a lot of friends there.

Nightfall came again and, before I knew it, old Jason was back. I first caught a glimpse of him walking across a doorway or something, in some dark, random hall. At first we were all being the victims as he was trying to just kill however many of us “humans” as he could (I don’t remember anyone dying.) It was around this time that I realized I was dreaming. I rushed Jason and began attacking the hell out of him with punches and kicks, ducking and dodging the swipes from his knife. Kicking his ass all around the room. I ended off with a nice combination of kicks that set him up near one wall and finished with a jump kick that sent him flying backward out of the window of like the 5th floor of this house. Having had my fun, I realized how he seemed to come and go with nightfall, so, I tested a theory and focused on the night, turning it into day time. When I looked out the window, Jason was heading off down the road, into the woods again, away from us.

During the day, fading in an out of lucidity, I remember telling people about the previous Jason lucid dream I had, and even about the strange coincidence of having the dream before having to take Cierra to her school because she missed the bus, the next day, and her school being named “Crystal Lake.” (Which is, of course, the setting of the Jason movies) After a while, feeling strong lucidity again, having been doing stuff like looking at my hands throughout the day, (in the dream) I got tired of going with the flow, and decided to have some more fun.

I looked at the sky outside and focused again, watching it change as I made the day melt into night. No sooner did the sky grow dark than I saw the large black silhouette roaming through the hallways. He was back, just as I’d expected. I hid behind a doorframe as Jason came stalking into a room where a bunch of us were (earlier) sitting around talking. Some of the people started freaking out and then I came up and rushed Jason from behind and we started fighting again. I kept kicking his ass and he kept trying to slice me, but I was just too fast for him. Suddenly the lucid task popped into my head, even though the last day for it was yesterday, and I thought about how I wished I’d ripped his heart out, last time I dreamed of fighting him, to complete the task, but didn't. So, not wanting the miss the chance, in the middle of a punch combination, I suddenly stiffened my fingers straight into a knife-handed strike formation and jabbed them straight into his chest, feeling them tear through his soiled leather jacket, his flesh and bone. Inside, I curled my fingers into a fist and yanked them back out.

Buuuuuut (there’s always a “but.”) I found out that he had no heart. When I opened my fist there was nothing but a strange ball of bright white light. It was like his soul or something. I sat there wondering what the hell to do with it. My first impulse was to just eat it, (don’t ask me why) but I decided against it, somehow getting the feeling that I didn’t want Jason Voorhees’s soul rattling around inside of me. Call me crazy.

Can’t remember what I did with it, but I remember turning night into day again, so I think it just disappeared along with Jason’s body.

09/07/2006

Well, I've been sick as a dog for the past two days, but I guess all of my screwed-up sleeping patterns were good for lucidity, because I had 2-3 lucids last night. My recall took a hell of a hit, though, since I can hardly remember them.

Dream One:
"Smash 'n Grab"

In the first dream (that I remember) Todd and I were in some jewelry store, just kinda browsing around and looking at their shit. Out of nowhere, Todd gets the idea that he wants to steal a huge necklace/bracelet set that was on display in one of the vertical cases, as a gift for his girl. At first I didn't approve, but I could see on his face that it meant a lot to him. After thinking it over, I'm like "Alright. I'm in. GO!"

Without another word he spins around and shatters the case with his fist, snatching the chain and bracelet. We both bolt out of the store and through the rear service hallways of the mall. We knew security was after us, so we decided we should split up, as we were running.

It was around this time I realized I was dreaming. I told Todd to pass me the jewelry, because I knew I could get out without getting caught, now that I was lucid. He threw them to me and headed down another hallway, to the internal staircase, heading for the streets. I kept straight, running toward the door that lead to the outer staircase. I charged the door with my shoulder, being on about the fourth or fifth floor of this huge mall. Not even breaking stride, instead of pivoting into a spiral, down the staircase to my right, I jumped straight over the banister. My body launched over the sidewalk a couple of stories down, trying to reach the opposite side of the road in one, huge, leap from the balcony, but I could tell I was coming up short. I was falling straight down toward the busy street, but then I focused my mind on controlling my fall, and the world slowed down around me, stretching a moment into seconds as I took aim at an oncoming car. Instead of landing in the street, I landed right on the roof of the passing car, hopping off of it and clearing the other lane, landing on the sidewalk I'd been aiming at before. (It's been a long time since I've slowed time down that much, in an LD.)

The cops showed up just as I touched down and I was instantly sprinting through the streets, running in a weaving pattern in and out of traffic as more and more officers were coming in from all directions. I jumped upon the trunk of another car and leaped from car to car, slowing time in my mind again, to keep my long leaps accurate, staying out of the cops' reach. I could see Todd, and he was manuevering up the fire escape of another building, obviously trying to get off the streets, now. I ran over to the nearest side of the building he was ascending and jumped up, grabbing the outside railing of the second floor, pulling myself up. I then stood on the second floor balcony, and jumped to the third, repeating the process until I was on the same roof Todd was, just as he was climbing up from the ladder, on another side. This is about where I forgot I was dreaming. I gave him the jewels back and we split up again, but I"m not all to sure what happened after that.


Dream Two:

There was then a scene change, or another dream where we were in an alley, somewhere, and there was a big guy doing something behind a chainlink fence. We passed him and he started talking shit, and some how or another we ended up fighting. At some point during the fight I realized I was dreaming. The guy picked up some PVC pipe, and I did the same. Even though I was lucid for a minute, I was still getting stuck in that attack-lag I get every now and then, when I'm fighting in my dreams. The cool thing about it was; Usually, when my fist slows down like that, as if I'm trying to punch underwater, the impact it makes when I hit the target causes no pain to my enemy. This time, though, I was able to power through that and, even though the end of the pole I was fighting with was slowing down, I would pull harder into the attack and conncect with the force I was intending to. Basically, it was like the world just entering slow-mo before each powerful hit. It was tight.


Dream Three:

Don't know how I got there, but the next thing I know, I'm in someone's bedroom. I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine, though. Was I floating? I think I was floating. Anyway, sooner or later, I knew I was dreaming. I wanted to get out of this room so I could roam around. I think that's why I was floating, because I was trying to fly out, but I can't be sure. Whatever the case, I couldn't find a way out of this room, so I decided to try spinning (which I also haven't done in a while.) I spun around a bit, trying to change the scene, but I couldn't seem to get enough rotation, because I was still floating, so every turn I was trying to make was like trying to turn around really fast while (of course) underwater.

I managed to spin fast a few times, and ended back up in the same room.

After the last time I spun around, I woke up in another dream scene, I can't remember what it was though.

Although I do remember a short sequence involving two guys breaking out of prison. They climbed over the fence, one of them with a rocket launcher over his shoulder, taking aim as he got to the top of the fence and firing off a round into the public streets. The whole thing had a very GTA feel to it.

09/07/2006
(continued)

Whoa, I just remembered an addition to Dream Three from my last entry. It's now 2 days later. This has been the longest time between having a dream and remembering it (especially a lucid) that I've experienced so far. Anyway, while I was lucid, in the strange bedroom place, trying to get out, I remember doing a DBZ style "power-up," trying to blast my way out of the room (which, of course, looks something like this



But, I didn't really feel focused. There was some doubt as to whether or not it would work, in the back of my mind, and so I ended up causing no damage to the room, whatsoever. Not even scorching the walls. It was after that, that I tried spinning.

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09/12/2006

DAMNIT. Completely lost a lucid dream, last night. Had some calea before bed and my dreams were all long and vivid, but I can't believe how bad my recall is after a night of such heavy dreaming.

I remember kicking ass on some go-kart track.

Then being in some sort of tunnel that was the setting of some kinda of dangerous game (I think I was lucid in this one. Not sure.)

Another one where I was playing some high-tech video game with a full-scale sniper rifle as the controller.

Being in a highschool and making (REALLY good) friends with this adorable spanish chick. I KNOW I was lucid some time during this dream. I even remember trying to keep myself calm so that I wouldn't wake up, and being surprised at how long my lucidity was lasting. I'm not sure if I did anything special with it, but if I think of anything, I'll update. Anyway, later in that dream, there was a lot of chemistry between myself and this girl and we were flirting alot. There was also a time where I went to secure a spot at a desk next to hers, went back out of the class room to go get my stuff, and got stuck/lost, wandering aimlessly between connected classrooms through brown doors because I couldn't find the doors that led into the hallway, instead of another class room.

There was a party after the school or something. A costume party if I'm not mistaken, because the girl had her face painted all red. I was in the bathroom getting ready and she passed me and got my attention, then showed me that she had chalk all over the ass of her black jeans and started walking off, to go change. I came up behind her and started messing with her some, slipping my arms around her waist as we walked down the hall. She giggled something, suggestively, about "having to get out of these pants" and, the last thing I remember was undoing her belt with my fingers, yanking it out through the loops and starting to take her pants off while we were hanging all over each other, in the hall.

09/21/2006
"Stetson / Zombie Attack"

Had some b-6.
First thing I remember was being at the "Heads vs Feds" debate, on the legalization of marijuana, that I'd gone to last night. (Because of the architecture, I made it a point to remember that this would be an interesting place to induce in a dream. Never thought it would happen the same night. Heh.) It was Stetson University, but I think it was in a gymnasium (which I’ve never seen) instead of the Hall, where it was irl. Todd was there, David C was there, and I think JD was there, also. I remember asking a question to the speakers, but I don't think it came out right, and I ended up having to clarify because people were getting the wrong idea of my position.
Sooner or later, (after what seemed like a while,) we ended up leaving. I forgot exactly where we were going, but I was in one of the back seats. Wherever it was we were going was out in the woods or the boonies, or something. Or maybe it was just a sort of park with a lot of trees, I dunno.

But, as we were on our way, and I'm not sure how it happened but, I realized I was dreaming. My first thought was to tell all the guys that I was with. I spoke up suddenly from the backseat and said "Hey, guess what, guys? I'm dreaming." For some reason I almost felt compelled to say "We're dreaming," but I realized that would only complicate things. Haha. I got no response, anyway. The guys just kept on driving/riding, staring off into the night.

As we were passing a small house, (or campus building, I dunno) I happened to catch a glimpse of a figure sitting in a lawn chair, under a streetlamp – more of a silhouette, actually. He was leaning back, casually, one leg elevated so that the ankle sat perched upon the other knee, with an air of sophistication, wearing a bent, wide-brimmed hat. Hanging from one hand, I could see the four, bladed, digits of a gloved Freddy Krueger. He simply gazed at us silently as we drove by. (Hahah. Figures. With all the Jason dreams I’ve been having lately, looks like somebody got jealous. Lol.) I say to myself that I’d rather not let him creep too much into my dream. Everything was incredibly vivid, at this point, and I really didn’t feel like dealing with him. (Even though I’ve already said it’d be fun to fight him, in another thread, not long ago. Oh well, maybe next time I see him. )

So we drove a little further and stopped somewhere in a wooded area of what I felt was probably a public park, somewhere, and got out of the van. From out of nowhere, as we were walking toward wherever we were going, zombies began simply showing up among the trees. (Maybe my subconscious was trying to compensate for the fact that I was still trying to keep Freddy out of my head. Heh.) Anyway, lucid, I’m about ready to whoop-ass on the zombies all hand to hand, expecting my “friends” to be doing the same but, all of a sudden, they (my friends) take off and start running like lil bitches!

I’m like “WTF!” I didn’t really want to sit here “alone” in the middle of the zombie-infested woods – even though I knew I was dreaming. So, instead of taking out the zombies with my fists and feet, I did a few quick movements and started blasting at them with energy from my hands, running after my friends and trying to keep with them as they thought of nothing but escape.

As I’m weaving through the woods, running after the group, I kept losing sight of them, behind the trees. It would be as if they would disappear behind one tree and reappear behind others. It got so disorienting, at one point, that I noticed there were actually doubles, and even triples of my friends zig-zagging through the trees, that I was trying to keep up with, while still conjuring up bright orange blasts of light from my palms and frying the undead as I ran, more and more zombies coming out of the woodwork. I knew that if I didn’t find a way to find single, static, versions of my friends, I’d probably lose them completely, and so I took off into the air to get an aerial view, at first using high fourty-something ft leaps to clear a few trees at a time – landing and taking off again, repeatedly, before actually trying to fly, level. I was surprised at how easy it was to stay right above the treetops, when I started flying. What was really tight was, during my search and without conscious effort on my part (or at least that I can remember) a small radar icon appeared in my field of view, with 3 red blips on the “screen.” I flew directly to those beacons and dropped down into a tree, crouched down in the limbs, in the dark until I was able to actually see my three friends heading toward me. I jumped down and met up with them as they came together.

I ended up losing lucidity around this time and, the next thing I remember, we were back at my house. Only it was my house in Canterbury, not where I’m living now. (Why are so many of my dreams taking place in my old neighborhood?? I’m sure there is a reason. Just dunno what it is. Maybe it’s because it’s the time period when my most fond and/or unusual memories are centered around. Dunno.) Anyway, we were all walking in from the truck, having just gotten back out the woods/park place. As we’re filing in the door, into my room, I turn around to see that, following my three friends, were all of their doubles and triples that were confusing the shit out of me, when we were running through the woods. I was instantly lucid again, having remembered everything that just took place, moments ago, after seeing all of these copies. Already annoyed with all of the tricks my mind has been trying to play on me, throughout this dream, I simply started fighting the entire group of twins/triplets, in my tiny-ass room; punching, kicking, slamming one of them through my mirrored-closet door, etc. The last thing I remember was going at it like 9 vs. 1 with these DCs, before the dream faded out.

09/25/2006
Dream Three
In the last dream, the first thing I could remember was being one of the TMNT. Pretty sure I was Leo we were on a long NYC street with tall buildings on either side. It was night time, and everything looked as detailed as a live-action movie, but the background and atmosphere were colored like a surreal CGI movie. At the far end of this long street, what seemed to be miles away, was a massive, red, Japanese-styled building that towered into the sky. The four of us took off toward the building, using combinations of all types of ninja moves to get from here to there; climbing fire escapes, jumping rooftop to rooftop, wall running high over the city street – all kinds of cool shit.(It was kinda like the trailer for the new CGI movie) Finally, I stopped at the edge of the last rooftop on the block, looking out over a long field which separated us from the Japanese building that was lighting up the night like a huge Vegas casino.

I stood there looking at the sky, which was a sort of neon purple, when I suddenly realized I was dreaming. The first thing I did was try to think of what to do. I’d new I planned on doing something, but what was it? I figured I’d have some fun while I was thinking, though, so I dove straight off of the top of the building, holding my fists down in front of me and speeding toward the ground. I broke through the earth and burrowed deep into the rocks below. As I was traveling through the ground, I suddenly remembered what it was I was trying to do. The Task! I have to get to the Crossroads! I wasn’t about to risk teleporting, so I figured my best bet would be to fly there.

I changed direction and arced back upward, busting back up through the ground and streaking straight up into the (still nighttime) sky, leaving a long trail of dust behind me. When I broke through the cloud-cover, it was still the dead of night. I could see the stars above and all the clouds were below me. As I was flying, I thought about the Crossroads. I remembered that it’s usually (always?) daytime there. Turning night into day would be my best bet. So, using the clouds below me as a veil, I shot myself straight down toward them, still holding my fists down below me like Superman - flying probably as fast as I’ve ever flown, but aimed straight down.

As I broke through the clouds, I could see the ground, and it was instantly day time. I was soaring down out of the heavens like a meteor and I could see that there was nothing but vast desert coming rushing up toward me. In the dead center of this desert, I could see the large grey disc. It was the reception area of the Crossroads. More details began coming into view as I plunged out of the sky…

….And, of course, just as I was beginning to thinking about landing on the grey stone surface, I woke up.

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10/03/2006

Really vivid Calea dreams last night.

Dream Two

In the second dream, the first thing I remember was being outside and going for a run. I was running down what I think was SR 472, out here in Deltona, which is a long stretch of road surrounded by woods. As I was running, I’d pass over these puddles of rainwater that I’d find my feet slipping in. Sooner or later, I actually started having fun with the puddles lining the road. I’d run toward them and then plant my feet so I slide over the puddles of water as if they were made out of ice. Sometimes I’d do half spins and shit while sliding across them. Just having a good ol’ time. I kept picking up long branches as walking sticks (as I usually do when I’m out walking) and screwing around with them.

At one point, a bunch of little kids started following me, basically doing whatever I did. I spent most of the dream just sort of running around messing with these sticks while these kids imitated a lot of the things I was doing. One of the sticks that I found on the ground turned out to be a baseball bat made out of solid concrete. Very strange, but cool, so I kept it with me as I ran. I remember running out into the street, once, and jumping straight over an oncoming car.

Went back to a populated area and wanted to try some parkour. I ran toward a staircase in an apartment complex and jumped toward an apartment windowsill on the bottom floor, kicked off of it and jumped up toward the outside of the second floor balcony, trying to bypass the stairs. I fell short of the balcony but noticed I was slowly floating down to the ground level, instead of falling. ”Hahaha. Oh shit, I’m dreaming,” I thought to myself. When I landed, I took a few steps back and then tried again. When I kicked off of the window, I soared all the way up and over the second floor railing, without using my hands, and landed on the walkway upstairs.
From there I kept running and jumped across a gap onto the roof of another building. Standing on the roof, I asked myself what I wanted to do with my lucidity. For a moment, I thought about trying to visit the Crossroads again, but then I remembered that it was now early October and the Lucid Crossroads task was over, so that would be pointless. Around now, I started losing the vividness of the dream and was starting to feel myself waking up. I looked at my hands, which stayed vivid, although wavy and surreal, while the rest of the world remained hazy, losing more and more definition. The only thing I could thing of, now, was sex with a DC. It was the first thing that popped into my head after I realized I wouldn’t have long before waking up.

I looked over on another one of the rooftops and there was a blonde chick laying down on it. I did a long jump over another gap and landed on the roof with her. We started going at it for a bit before I woke up.

10/10/2006
“The Possessed House”

Some friends and I were in a massive house. It was obviously an old one and made completely out of wood. I can’t remember what we were doing there, but some strange old guy was our host. We seemed to hang out in this house through the night (this dream lasted fuckin forever.Had some Calea Z and B6 before bed. Should have known I would be just asking for a dream like this) But, after a while, we’d become aware that this house was possessed. After weird shit happened, the old man with us explained how it was “alive.”

There were these huge organic tendrils, tentacles and all kinds of shit just lurking in every dark corner and room, trying to grab us, along with huge insects the size of everything from large dogs to people, coming from everywhere. The place was even infested with the “Tremor (movie) worms.” It felt like we were running around that house for hours trying to find a way out, but it wouldn’t let us. Every exit we would journey toward led to some new, twisted, scenario. One huge room seemed to tear away into an infinite void, the floor and walls broken away as if that section of the house was a doorway to space, itself. We had to struggle to get back to the door and “exit” the room before we were forever lost in the blackness that was sucking us further away from that door and into the void.

Back “inside” the house, (or out of that room, however you wanna look at it) we kept on the run, some of my friends actually being killed by the grasping tendrils that came from the walls, pulling them further into the house as if it was eating them. Occasionally, I’d see my friends again after they were “killed,” but I could tell they weren’t the same. They’d be possessed by whatever it was that possessed the house, and they’d do whatever they could to keep the rest of us from leaving.

FINALLY, after having waaaaaaaay too much of this crap, I started to realize what was going on. The old guy that was hosting us was in front of me, being the creepy old man that he was, and all of a sudden I blurted out “Holy shit, I’m dreaming! I’m dreaming!!” (…Thank God.)

He looked at me with an empty look in his eyes and said “No….You’re having a Niiiiiiiiightmaaaaaaaarreee!! and, as he did this, his eyes rolled back in his head and his face got all twisted and distorted and seemed to be melting off of his skull. The large tendrils that had been creeping around through the walls burst out of this man’s body and began spreading out to cover the area. I cocked back my arm and tried to throw some sort of light from my palms, hoping to fry the man’s (now monstrous) form, but nothing was coming out. The B6 and Calea were just making things all too vivid and the situation was too fucking intense. Control didn’t come easy at all.

We were on the run again. I had one friend left and we were going all through the hallways trying to find away out. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I couldn’t fight the Calea and B6 and pull my wits together long enough to find a way out of this dream, so we continued to do it the old fashioned way; searching and running. Sooner or later we found ourselves at the beginning of this loooooong hallway. At the end of the hall was a single window….and it was daylight outside. Just as I’d started to wonder if we were going to be able to make it through the hallway without incident, I could see the tentacles breaking out of the walls and ceiling of the hallway, starting to fill up the space, making a constricting tunnel of grasping arms waiting for us, should we try to reach the window.

I remembered a technique I’d been thinking of (while awake) to try out in just this sort of bad dream situation. I was able to focus for just a moment and pushed all my energy outward from my center, straining and growling a little bit to really exert force. My body burst into a blaze of my energy, as if I was a Dragonball Z character, creating a force-field around me. I pushed outward a little more and it started burning all of the things that were trying to reach out and grab us, without harming the friend that was with me. (Which, of course, looks kinda like this: )

Protected by this burning glow, I grabbed his wrist and did a forward dash, flying straight for the window, torching away the entire 50something-yard hallway of shit as we cut through it like a hot knife.

We smashed out the other side of the window and landed on a concrete walkway. It was a foggy, early morning. This was when I saw that the outside of the house looked like a big, inner-city warehouse or factory. With this moment of relief, I tried to focus and withdraw from the dream one more time. I closed my eyes and tried to pull all my senses back to the waking world. Wrong. When I opened them, the world around me was 150% vivid. Much more than before I’d tried to eject from the dream. I was anchored in that intense dream state that I’ve only experienced through B6 and Calea.

The tentacles were starting to grow back in the hallway and began trying to crawl out of the window toward us. I jumped off of the walkway and tried to fly out over the yard. I couldn’t get the speed I was looking for, and it was like trying to move through water, while flying. Thinking of the “tremor worms,” I think it would be a really bad idea to land on the grass, and that made me start to sink. The yard in front of the building was huge and I had a long way to go before I was out of it. I turned around, hovering, and tried to keep my feet from touching the ground, which was f’cking hard. I’d given up trying to get across the yard and ended up…eventually…making it back to the walkway. I figured it would be a better idea to keep to the concrete and make my way away from this place, since I was having so much trouble in the air. As we were leaving, a little girl, about 10 years old and wearing a black hoodie with the hood back, walked down the stairs at the end of the walkway toward us. (I think it was Cierra, a little older than she is now, but I’m not sure because I don’t remember her being with us while we were running through the house) She had this ominous look in her eyes and she looked at me, asking my permission (which is what made me think it was Cierra, even more than her appearance) to “take over out here,” as well.
The “house” obviously had possession of her.

I told her “No. You can’t.” She stared at me for a moment, obviously disappointed, and turned back around to walk back in the house. As she did that, she held a hand out beside her to trace her fingers along the wall, like little kids do, and I noticed that, instead of fingers, a few small strings of those tentacles slithered out of the hoodie sleeve and caressed along the wall. She walked up the steps and disappeared back into the house.

That’s all I really remember.

10/19/2006
”Thin Ice”

Can hardly remember this one at all. I really need to change my habits so I can get more sleep. I think it’s starting to take a heavy toll on my recall. (but knowing me, that’s easier said than done. )

It started off in a restaurant, with a bunch of my friends. There was a girl there that I was talking to and we got into flirting a lot. It was late at night and we were all wasted. (This was a sort of sports bar/restaurant place.) I remember that at some point, the girl I was talking to and I got up to get some more hot wings, and we discovered they were all out. In fact, everything they had was running out of supply really quick. Throughout the crowd, people started talking about ditching this place and going to another bar/restaurant. Damn near everyone just filed out of the place and before I knew it, we were at another one. Now, this is where things get really hazy and I can hardly remember a damn thing. I do remember calling Todd’s cell because he didn’t show up at this new bar. Through the confusion of everyone leaving, somehow a group of my friends got left behind even though I thought they had come with us.

Flash forward: SOMETHING “supernatural” happened in this new bar/restaurant. Damnit I wish I could remember what it was. The only concept that I seem to be clinging onto is finding out that there were aliens in this bar. I think I discovered one of them hiding in a dark game room area. But that’s a stretch. I don’t know. It’s all so hazy.
Anyway, what I Do remember, is that, by the end of the dream, we all had to evacuate the building and, as we went outside, I saw that the building was surrounded by nothing but ice and snow-covered mountains. It was as if this bar was built on a frozen lake in the dead center of the Antarctic, with absolutely nothing around for miles. The reason we had to evacuate was because the ice beneath it was cracking (which I think had something to do with the aliens). The entire building was sinking into this (completely Amazing-looking) spectacle of the frozen lake cracking and breaking and buckling beneath it. The girl I was with was freaking out because we were standing on this huge, deteriorating lake of ice and the cracks didn’t seem to stop. It was as if the lake was going to continue to crack until it swallowed us all, as there would be no way to outrun it, on the ice. I was calm, however. And I didn’t think about the reason why I was so calm until she asked me why I wasn’t worried about what was happening. And, even though I answered her knowingly, it was like the realization came to me at the exact same time. I replied, ”Because I’m dreaming.”

Finally lucid, I couldn’t help but stand there and watch the incredible sight of the ice completely swallowing this entire building as the crater continued to grow and spider-web out in our direction. Before the cracks got under our feet (I don’t remember whether I grabbed her hand or not) I bent my knees and then took off into the air, finished with this scenario and flying off to get into something else.

Didn’t get very far before I woke up, though.

10/26/2006

Wow.

Popped a multivitamin and smoked a little Calea before bed. The two dreams I remember were very vivid. The second one was absolutely insane and seemed to stretch on for hours (I love that about Calea, but there is the downside to the vividness, as I’ll cover later.)

Dream Two:
”John Mark Karr”

A looooong, insane, extremely detailed dream. If I didn’t jump out of bed early and make notes on this, there is no way I would have remembered it all. There are a few flash-forwards though, so there is still some shit missing. Oh well.

It started off at my old house in Canterbury. I was inside and Cierra was outside on the porch, playing. I was watching the news and they were talking about John Mark Karr, the pedophile that had been suspected of raping and killing Jonbennet Ramsey, the child “beauty queen.” (for anyone who hasn’t seen it on the news) Well, apparently, (back in the dream) they’d found evidence that he did do it, but he had managed to slip out of police custody, a while before the broadcast was aired. I really didn’t think too much of it at the time. I was walking through the house and happened to look out my room window to see Cierra playing on the porch. It surprised me to see that she was talking to someone. A man. A grown man. And he was knelt down and being really affectionate with her. I could tell, immediately, that it was him.

I ran outside. As soon as I opened the door, Karr took off running. I caught up to him, we had a short scrap, and was able to get a full nelson lock on him. I knew I would need someone to watch him while I called the police, so I walked him over to my friend Mike’s house, whose parents were the landlords of Canterbury. Mike wasn’t there, but his parents and big brother were. I pushed Karr inside the house and sat him down on the couch. Joe and Jody (Mike’s Dad and Brother) happened to be watching the news also. They took one look at Karr and was like “Is that…..?” I said “Yup.”

Without saying another word, Joe (who I’d classify as a redneck, if it wasn’t so insulting) turned around and opened one of the cabinets on the entertainment center. He pulled out a long-nosed revolver, cocked back the hammer and took aim on Karr, obviously in the mood for a little vigilante justice. I got in the way, though and talked him out of shooting him. I figured that it was best left to the police, that Karr would get what was coming to him and that Joe wouldn’t want this man’s blood on his hands, in the long run.

As we were waiting for the cops, something happened (I can’t remember what) where Karr had tricked me into grabbing this wooden block or something that was on the table. It had been busted on something and, when I grabbed it, hundreds of splinters dug into my hands. Seeing a window of opportunity, Karr jumped up off of the couch and bolted out the door. I ran after him and chased him through the neighborhood, to an unfamiliar street in front of a house where a bunch of roughneck island brothas were having a party. I caught up with him again and tackled him to the ground. The guys outside were wondering what was going on, and I asked one of them if that happened to have a pair of handcuffs on them. Surprisingly, one of them did. We cuffed him and they let me bring him inside, so I could use the phone. Then I uncuffed one of his hands and cuffed him to a table.

While I was in another room, using the phone, a bunch of the other guys were in the living room talking to Karr. When I came out, they were actually treating him like he was a good friend of their group, even passing him the bowl so he could smoke with his free hand. >.>
I walk out and I’m thinking “WTF is going on here?” but I decide that it’s best not to say anything because these guys would probably kick the shit out of me, if I got on their bad side. So, I sat down on the couch and hit the bowl a few times. I started talking to Karr, about his “problem,” and he was really calm and conversational - actually rather charismatic, considering the circumstances. If part of me didn’t want to rip his fucking face off for being a child-killing pedophiliac, I could see why these other guys were getting along with him. Since he was cuffed though, people were leaving him alone for minutes at a time, and I’d gotten up a few times as well. I did notice though that after a while, the wooden table leg was looking more and more worn. I got the feeling he was trying to get out of the cuffs whenever no one was looking. It didn’t look like he was having much luck with it, though.

I made the mistake of leaving him alone once more, though. I think it was to use the phone again. When I came back out, the handcuffs had been removed and Karr wasn’t in the house. I ran outside to see him just living it up with all these Jamaican-ish guys. It seems that one of them had a horse (A horse? Wtf?) and they were all taking turns riding it up and down the street. So they’d let “their new homeboy,” Karr, take a turn on it. Before I could even get a chance to say “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?” Karr took off. I started running after him….again. I guess he didn’t have it in him to steal the guy’s horse because, after he got about a hundred yards away, he jumped off and sent the horse back to its owner as I continued to chase him.

Before I knew it, it was night time. I was finally beginning to catch up to Karr, only, now, it wasn’t Karr. It was still “him,” but he was in the body of an old friend of mine, Mark, and was shirtless. (funny how he changed into a friend with Mark in his name, also.) Mark/Karr was running through a park, toward a small pond. There were a few people out there at the picnic tables, in the dark, and I was yelling to them to stop Mark/Karr, but everyone just got up and ran like he had a gun and they wanted no part of it. I happened to spot a nail gun near the tables and grabbed it as I passed by. Before Mark/Karr jumped into the pond, I fired a few nails into his back from a pretty good distance. He dove in and started swimming across but the nails in his back slowed him down long enough for me to run around to the other side of the pond with the nail gun aimed at his face, waiting for him as he crawled up out of the water. He had nowhere to go.

Another flash forward: It was the next morning, and I was at the police station. Karr had been arrested. (I didn’t see if he was in his own body or Mark’s) Cierra was with me again and, apparently, there were a lot of fathers of little girls who’d actually been molested by Karr in the station, too. We were supposed to be talking to the sheriff about this guy Karr and what a fitting sentence would be. I remember that we were all getting REALLY pissed because the sheriff was paying more attention to a political photo-op that he was having in his office than to all of us that were waiting to speak to him. Some of the men were getting really emotional, and even crying, because of the lack of compassion the sheriff was showing, in regards to their violated children. We finally got to go in and see him and he was still being really ignorant about the whole ordeal, like none of it mattered to him. Cierra tried to come in and talk to me but I had to send her back out. The police said they had a daycare center on the property so I had someone escort her there, so she could play. This is where things really got strange.

Shortly afterward, I was in a smaller room in the station with a group of these angry dads, much like a classroom, and we were filling out paperwork on these little desks. It was really quiet for a while but then I noticed someone at the back of the room was singing: “Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….” This immediately got my attention.

Before long, I noticed that the song was coming from someone else in the back of the room. The first person singing had stopped. It then shifted from this second person, to a third that was just a little bit closer up the row, then from that third person to a fourth; closer, repeating: “Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….”

My perspective shifted, momentarily, to third person. I was looking down on the room and I could see whoever was singing, at the time, reach out and touch the person in front of him, and that person, singing the same line, would then touch the person in front of him, and so on, transferring the song with each touch. (Anyone who has seen the movie Fallen, with Denzel Washington, would know that this is a Really Bad Thing.) Now, dropping back into first-person perspective, automatically, before the singing could spread to the person right behind me, I jumped up and bolted out of the room.

As I was running toward the daycare center, to grab Cierra, I realized what was going on. When Karr had changed into my friend Mark, it wasn’t some random dream glitch. It was actually part of the plot. JMK had found a way to shift his consciousness from person to person, by touch, just like the villain in ”Fallen.” Singing that song was his way of letting me know that.

I ran into the daycare center and the lady working there told me that Cierra had been terrified of something, but she wouldn’t tell anyone what it was. She’d been hiding under one of the bunk beds, since soon after she came in. That’s exactly where I found her. She looked up at me and it took me a little while to get her to come out. I kept telling her to tell me what happened, but she simply refused to, like she was afraid of telling me. I decided not to push her too hard, picked her up and we got the hell out of there.

Driving down the road, stopping at an intersection, I was just about to get into trying to get her to tell me why she was bugging out back the station, when I saw a van speeding toward the intersection, from the left. It tried to run through the intersection and slammed into another car that was crossing it, the two vehicles stopping dead in the center of the intersection. I looked in the van that was speeding, and it was Karr (still in Mark’s body, I think.) He had escaped from jail and stolen a van. He was just about to reverse and continue his getaway when another van crashed into him from behind, the pile-up closing off the street so that there would be no way for him to drive out of there.

A large group of Jamaicans (much like the group whose house we were in) jumped out and started talking shit to Mark/Karr for causing the huge accident with his reckless driving. An altercation was about to start that would have probably left Karr dead but there was yet another Flash Forward:

I was coming out of the police station for a second time. Karr was back in jail. Obviously the cops had shown up before things got too out of hand, back at the crash scene. Cierra wasn’t with me, this time, and I was about to get in my truck and drive off when a guy getting into the van next to me (who looked surprisingly like my mom’s boyfriend, who is, coincidentally, serving a lil bit of jail time) began singing: “Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….”

I spun around and looked in through the passenger window, just as he was getting in, through the driver’s side. He closed the door, casually looked over at me and gave me a victorious smile as he began to slowly pull away from the police station. I thought “Oh, HELL NO.” That’s when it Finally hit me: I was dreaming.

I think it was recognizing his face as my mom’s boyfriend that did it, more than anything else. While he was slowly backing out of the parking spot, I ran up to the van and jumped on the long step beneath the door, holding onto the side of the van. He continued to smile at me, confident that he was going to make his escape, and I simply smiled right back at him, knowing that this was my dream, and there was no way in Hell he was getting away.
To show off a little, I raised one hand slowly and pressed my palm against the glass of the passenger side window, still holding on to the side of the van as he reversed. I’d intended to slowly push my arm through the window like it was water, and climb in to grab him...but I couldn’t do it. I tried again. Nothing. It was as solid as waking world glass. I knew immediately it was the Calea/Multivitamin, I’d taken before bed. The experience was just too vivid for me to just “let go” enough for my hand to pass through the glass.

I thought “Fuck this,” and I cocked back my arm to just punch through the glass, but Karr swerved the van onto the street and threw it in drive, causing me to fall off of the van’s side rail just before he began speeding away, down the street. I landed on my feet and watched him drive off. I could see an intersection down the road and the first thing that came to mind was the previous accident scene. It began to come into focus as my form dissipated into a disembodied third-person perspective. The “physical me” was pulling up to the intersection, down the street, just ahead of “Karr.” I don’t know if I manifested the second van voluntarily or subconsciously, but the same van that smashed into Karr, during the first accident, came speeding down the road, behind him, once again.

It was Déjà vu as I watched the exact same accident happen, in third person, from about a hundred yards away. It was like I had caused a loop in time that ended up stopping Karr from getting away, yet again, which was Cool as Shit. Haha.

That’s the last thing I remember before waking up.

11/12/2006
Dream Two:
Both Tasks Completed!

YEAAA! BOIIIIII!

Took some NyQuil and, since I’ve neglected my multivitamins for the last day or two (cause I’ve been all hopped up on other meds), popped a B6, going back to sleep about 4am with the intention to complete the advanced lucid task.
This dream took place at a theme park / carnival, on the beach, at night. I had a bunch of my friends with me, though I can’t really remember who was there and who wasn’t. Walking around, everything was very surreal. It was like a twisted acid trip or something. A bunch of people had on some really freaky clown makeup and gothic costumes. (I had stumbled along a uhm…Disturbing youtube video that had to do with people in clown make-up, last night)
At one point, a bunch of us had gotten away from the carnival area and were walking along the beach. On one side: the wall of a tall cliff. On the other: waves rolling up onto the sand. Sometime along the way, I’d noticed that there were two crescent moons out over the horizon, instead of one.

Instantly knew I was dreaming, and I was so excited that I had to work to keep myself focused and remember what it was I wanted to do. I figured, since I was surrounded by my friends, now would be a perfect time to get the basic task out of the way. I ran over to the nearest DC (can’t remember who the hell it was, though) and said “’Ey! Am I dreaming?” He looks at me and says “No. What the hell are you talking about?” and just passes right by me. (another DV member’s post, where a DC answered him in almost the exact same way, was the last thing I read before bed. Haha.)

So just as this DC passes me, another one of my friends (I think it was Brian) speaks up before I even ask, rolling his eyes as if to correct the other DC, and says “Yes. You are” I pointed at him and said “Smart man,” grinning. Then I told the other DC I’d prove it to him. The sun had begun to rise over the horizon and I told him to look that way. Then I sped up the process and made a whole day pass by, to where the sun had just finished setting and the moon (only one this time, I think) was coming back out. I said “See? From night to day, and back again..” and the DC finished my sentence with “…in a matter of seconds?” He was convinced.

I remember taking a moment to look at my hands in the moonlight. I checked them out very carefully, looking for the detail of contours and prints and, when they appeared, they ran in odd shapes like (seemingly) Aztec symbols - much more angular than the smooth curvature of real fingerprints. They also began to stand out from my skin a little bit as if certain shapes sat higher than the rest. As we were walking along the beach some more, I started thinking about the end of the world task. I was wondering how I was going to go about inducing something like that. Would it be war? A meteor? What?

Without any fuckin warning, whatsoever, one of my friends was hit in the head with a sniper’s bullet. He goes down in the sand when, suddenly, a full-scale firefight breaks out and I lose lucidity. We were all suddenly wearing desert fatigues and armed with M-16s. There was even a Hum-Vee that rolled in out of nowhere. The snipers were positioned up on the cliff that we had been walking along side. I could still see the carnival off in my peripheral. A lot of my friends were killed in this firefight. I remember seeing many of them shot in their heads as we scrambled for cover. There were maybe 3 of us left when we finally took the couple of snipers out. My allies were getting into the Hum-Vee and I was coming up to climb on the back, when I noticed that there was an explosive that was stuck to the rear bumper and beeping. At first I could see it was counting down on a digital display and I yelled to my friends to get out of the Jeep. Then I heard it beeping faster and when I looked at the display again, the numbers were all jumbled. I started to panic because I couldn’t read the display, but then I realized that this wasn’t right. I knew I was dreaming, again. I was trying to hurry up and remember what it was I was trying to do, before, and where I was. I remembered that we were simply walking along the beach, and I’d just gotten lucid the first time.

Suddenly the beeping had stopped. The military concept (Hum-Vee and all) was completely gone, and I was back in my civilian clothes, walking along the beach at night with my friends, again. I had a hold of lucidity once more and didn’t really wanna give it up, so I decided to take it easy for a little while. We all walked back to the carnival. I think the friends that I lost in the firefight were still gone. I remember passing by a fun-house mirror and getting a really bad vibe from it, so decided to stay away from it. After that, I wanted to look at something to focus in on the detail and try to solidify my dream state a little more. I looked at the side of the cliff again and noticed that, etched into the grains of sand and rock, were twisted little evil clown faces, looking just a little too realistic for me to wanna focus on too long, so I kept walking. Tried looking at my hands again while on the boardwalk. At first I was seeing double, as if my eyes were crossed, but then I focused more and noticed that I had 7 fingers on one hand. This brought more clarity though and helped keep the dream from fading.

Walking around and drinking with a buddy of mine, we started talking to these two girls whose boyfriends came back and got all protective of them, so the girls kinda broke off from us so they wouldn’t get “in trouble.” My friend finally got so drunk that I had to let him go lie down and I kept walking, thinking about the end of the world task. I figured I’d have to just end it, myself, because I wasn’t sure how much more time I was going to have, to get this done. The sky had begun flipping from night to day, rather randomly a few times, while I was thinking. At first I was considering flying off of the earth and blowing it up with an energy wave, but when I tried to fly, I couldn’t visualize getting into space, and only ended up warping myself a few yards away from where I started. It was daytime when this happened, but a few seconds later - night again - I figured I’d just do it the best (and most efficient) way I knew how.

I began to draw up “energy,” clenching my fists and straining my mind to create a significant enough explosion to take out the planet. My body started glowing a bright yellow as I was still standing on the boardwalk on the beach. I visualized what my area looked like from afar and my perspective split in half. I was consciously in two places at once: seeing my hands in front of me and the area around me light up, in first person, and seeing a ball of light grow (me), near the beach below, in third person. Using the second perspective, I caused the glow around my body to intensify, really pushing with my mind so that I could really feel the energy I was putting out, putting everything I had into making sure this was going to be a big one. What started as the glow around my own body was now a Huge dome of light that spread out across the beach covering, easily, a good half a mile, in radius, that I could see from the far away perspective. Still I wasn’t sure about the size of the blast I would make so, to make the feeling more intense, I began to spin my body within the center of the growing light, whirling around like a turbine. From afar, I could see streaks of lightning beginning to crack from out of the light dome I had created, as the light grew brighter.

I was out of ideas on how to build this thing up any further than I already had, feeling the insane sensation of charging myself up this much, while experiencing the vertigo of having one half of my consciousness spinning at God knows how many RPM, so I decided to just let it go. Inside the dome, I threw my arms out to the sides and yelled at the top of my lungs, detonating the entire two cubic-miles or so of gathered energy, at once. Both of my simultaneous perspectives flashed completely white, before fading away into blackness. I don’t even remember if I heard the bang. Consciously, I hung there in the darkness for a few seconds, making sure that this was The End, and that I had taken out the whole planet.
Nothing else came back into my view before I ended up waking up.

[Edit: Just remembered a small detail. While walking back to the carnival, lucid, I was watching the waves roll up on shore and noticed that one of them was tinted with all the colors of a rainbow, each color taking up its own section of the striped wave. I pointed it out to one of the DC's and we just stared at it for a moment, fascinated, and kept on walking.]

Dude how the hell have you had so many.....

Originally Posted by Jdeadevil

Dude how the hell have you had so many.....

Hehe. Practice, I suppose. I was LDing for a long time before I came to Dream Views. I have my freaky, off-the-wall, there's-no-fucking-WAY-this-is-really-happening dreams to thank, for the most part.

11/20/2006
“Die Hard with Lucidity”

I popped some B6 and melatonin before bed and had what is probably the longest, single, lucid experience I’ve ever had.
Possible content influences: Just finished watching “Walking Tall” starring The Rock, which involved dirty cops – also just finished watching (coincidentally): “The Rock” starring Sean Connery and Nic Cage, which involved corrupt Marines – Also, my cousin was over here playing Grand Theft Auto on Friday (which spawned Friday’s dream) and I haven’t played my GTA in over a year, so it was fresh in my mind.

The first thing I remember, in this dream, is being on the top floor of a two-story apartment building, at night. I was outside, walking down the hall, and had just realized I was dreaming. I don’t even remember what it was that brought this to my attention. It was pretty-much just “Bam. Here I am. And I’m dreaming.”
I immediately forgot what it was I was doing, and decided to go explore for awhile, walking over to the staircase while looking down at my hands. They were very normal looking, except for waves of dark shadows flowing over them. Jumping off the top stair, I caught myself in the air and began to hover around the complex. Even though it was dark, I could tell that this definitely didn’t look like Cierra’s apartment complex, and looked more like the one I was staying in, in Georgia, like 13 years ago.

I found flying uncommonly easy, and just stayed a good 15-20ft above the ground, floating about. When I was flying toward another hallway, across a large section of grass, I noticed a little girl walking by herself. Since she was the first DC I saw, I hovered in a little closer and was about to speak to her. She looked up at me, looking exactly like the little girl that showed up at the end of my “Possessed House” dream (The one that I thought might have been an older version of Cierra), except that she was wearing a frilly, white and black dress, instead of a black hoodie. (I didn’t notice the resemblance though, until after I woke up) As I was approaching, her eyes suddenly flashed a bright orange. They weren’t really threatening, but just…bright orange. Knowing that I took B6 before bed, they deterred me enough to make me change directions and decide not to get involved, because I didn’t want this dream taking a turn for the worse.

I thought it might be a good idea to counter that potentially unpleasant experience with something a little more uhm…enjoyable, so I went flying around looking for chicks. With flying coming as easily as it was, I was feeling a lot of control in this dream. I flew from apartment to apartment (simply phasing through the walls). Eventually, I ended up flying back up to the second floor, floating over the railing and landing softly on the hallway. I noticed that there was a party going on, a few doors down from where I landed, and decided to check it out.

There were a bunch of people I didn’t know just hanging out at this apartment, a few of them wandering in and out, drinking. The door was wide open so I just stepped in, not really bothering to introduce myself. I started mingling with the crowd as if I knew them all and ended up talking to one of the girls – really cute chick. Sort of like Jessica Alba’s features with shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair. We slid off to one of the back rooms and got undressed (though I don’t remember undressing) I came up behind her and leaned her over a dresser. We went at it for a while, standing, and then I laid her on the bed and climbed over on top of her.

When we were finished, I was leaning over her, in push-up position, and my mind was starting to wander. I was thinking something about phasing through walls and ceilings, and how I’ve never tried phasing downward before. I told her something like “hang on. I wanna try something,” and then I held onto her and started making us sink down through the bed and the floor beneath it. (I’m guessing this was due to not really knowing what to expect but…) We sank away into an empty white void. I kept trying to think of something to fill the space with – some kind of new scene (even the apartment below us?) but nothing came into focus. Having considered this as proof of the phasing experiment being a failure, I focused on phasing upward instead. I jumped up as if I was jumping off of the ground and, before I knew it, I had phased up through the roof of the apartment complex and was now standing on top of it, looking out over the area.

The girl was gone and (to the best of my knowledge) I was fully clothed again. I know I took a moment to look at my hands again, right around this time, but I can’t remember what I saw in them. I do know, though, that I definitely felt more grounded in the dream state and more confident that I could take the some time to explore without having to worry about waking up. It was still night out and I could see an industrial yard about a half-mile or so away. I decided to check it out, jumping off of the rooftop and flying off in that direction. I don’t remember landing, but I was soon snooping around a warehouse where a lot of men were working. I could tell by their uniforms that they were military men. Staying out of sight, I was trying to see what it was they were doing, but I couldn’t.

Somewhere around here (and I don’t know exactly how this transition happened but) I was sort of “remote-viewing” into one of the nearby buildings. I think I lost lucidity here for a moment. I’m not sure, so I’ll just assume I did, because this part is so hazy. Two high-ranking officers were talking in a small room; one black, one white. The centerpiece of their conversation was the model of an airliner jet that was sitting on a table in front of them and, in particular, one of the turbine engines on the wing.

I knew immediately who these guys were: They were the two main villains from Die Hard 2. The white guy was telling the black guy about how his death (getting chopped up by the jet turbine in the movie) could have been avoided and what to do, next time, if such a situation should come up again. (which is pretty funny, now that I think about it. Lol.)
I was back in my own perspective again, still stealthily creeping around in the warehouse. I knew that these guys were all up to something big and I was determined to stop them. The feeling of impending danger brought me to lucidity again. The dream was still feeling hazy (after that disembodied transition) and I solidified it once more by looking at my hand. I focused on it, noticing the texture was kind of bumpy and calloused. The details of my hand became more and more resolute and, once I looked up, I could see that everything else had, too.

I don’t remember how the whole thing started but I was eventually spotted and the whole place went crazy. The two C.O.s were trying to make their escape in a jet (much like in the movie) only this time it was a huge fighter jet that looked something like the X-Men’s Blackbird with two, parallel cockpits. Pretty badass looking, actually. They were taxiing out onto a nearby airstrip and I was gun-fighting/running my way through the warehouses and industrial clutter in the yard, trying to catch up to the plane before take-off. I was hauling ass, too, on foot, actively pushing all doubt of catching this thing out of my mind, because I was lucid and knew I could catch up to it.

Suddenly I see a figure jump off of the plane and roll to a stop in front of me, sliding out of the roll and into a perfect stance. It was the white Officer, who was a martial arts expert, in the movie. He’d stayed behind to fight me off, while the rest of his crew got away in the jet that was now gaining speed and moving faster off in the distance, in preparation to take-off.

I ran toward the guy and we started going at it. Unfortunately, I don’t even remember how the hell I ended the fight so quick but, before I knew it, I was continuing to run down the airstrip, chasing after the jet. I could see the afterburners flare up in the night as it began to leave the ground. Following suit, I jumped into the air and started flying as fast as I could, a few feet from the cement. I could tell I wasn’t gaining any ground, though. I was stuck at like 70mph and the plane was pulling further away. I remember thinking to myself “COME ON!! How the hell do I go faster?!? This is my Dream! It should be easy!!” I tried visualizing the world in my peripherals as a motion blur and willing myself closer to the plane. That didn’t help at all. The jet was losing me.

I heard sirens behind me and, when I looked back, I saw a black Lamborghini, with police lights on, it tailing me. (The same one that pulled me over in the bowling alley dream? Apparently the cops were in on this “military” operation, as well.) I dropped out of the air and landed in front of the car. When the car skid to a stop, I obviously jacked it from the cop (don’t remember doing it, though) and, before I knew it, I was speeding down the airstrip, trying to find another jet. I remember the awesome feeling of hauling ass and shifting gears, letting go of the stick at one point to look at my right hand again in the, passing, airfield lights. This time, the hand seemed to have tiny boils and blisters all over it, but I was too preoccupied to worry about the details. I focused on the whole hand for a moment, clearing up the little bit of fog that had started to haze over the dream, met again with a sense of confidence that I wouldn’t be waking up too soon.

There was a long sequence involving me driving through some twists and turns of this “industrial yard,” looking for another jet. The military men that stayed behind were still out there trying to kill me. At some point, I was headed toward where I had a feeling I could find another plane when the car I was riding in got sprayed with bullets. The engine caught fire and the first thing I could think about was Grand Theft Auto. Anyone who plays that game knows that you have like 10 seconds, after your car catches fire, before it explodes. A million things ran through my mind. It started off with “SHIT! What’s the cheat code to put out the fire in GTA?!” Then I thought “Wait..this isn’t GTA! There is no cheat code! Ok, I should bail out! How do you bail out, in GTA?! Uhm Uhhhhhh…..Triangle! You Press Triangle! Wait! I don’t have a controller!!” As soon as I thought this, I looked away from the steering wheel and looked back, and a Playstation controller appeared, embedded into the vinyl. (Haha)

I slammed my thumb down on the triangle and was ejected from the side of the car, hitting the ground rolling, but feeling no pain. The car kept driving and, as I stopped rolling, I looked up and saw it crash into a wall and explode. (Funny that I went through all that, and all I had to do was open the door and jump out. )

So, I’m on foot again, dipping away behind all of the crates and industrial shit. When I was sure no one could see me, I took a moment to look at my hands, yet again. As I was walking and analyzing my hand, I remember thinking to myself “There is No Way I’m going to remember all of this when I wake up. I need key words or something.” I started backtracking over my dream, picking out all the little details that I wanted to make it a point to remember: It took a minute but I was able to remember certain factors, all the way back to becoming lucid in the apartment complex.

As I was thinking, (I didn’t really get a chance to focus on clarity, when I looked at my hand, because I got sidetracked) I noticed that I’d come across the other, dual-cockpit, jet. It was sitting in a docking station, steam rising from the afterburners, like it was ready to go. I crept over to it, and was just about to climb aboard, when someone started shooting at me. I had to jump back down off of the ladder as more people ran to help him, gunfire coming from all over the place. The firefight lasted a couple seconds, and I’d lost lucidity, during it. I remember beginning to get so overwhelmed that I had to completely abort the plan of using the other jet and (I think) blowing it up to kill a lot of the bad guys, that were now swarming around it, to get away. I (coincidentally) found another car in the industrial yard. It was some sort of suped-up racer. I only remember seeing it from behind.

The dream shifted and I was suddenly way out in the boonies, somewhere. I still had this sleek car and was stopping in at a gas station. I think I was still on the mission; driving out to wherever it was the black C.O. flew off to. Coming out of the convenience store, I saw flashing lights and heard sirens coming in my direction. The (dirty) cops were after me again. The last thing I remember is speeding away from the gas station with all these cops on my tail.

11/26/2006
This started off on a golf course. I remember walking on the course and just coming to a slow, gradual realization that I was dreaming. One of those things were you just kinda smile, subtly, and don't really make too much of it. There was a tree directly beside me so I took a few steps back and then ran straight up the tree, vertically, and up to one of the higher branches. Then I could swear I did a front flip out of the tree, but I can't remember, for certain. The tree was right beside a water hazard, so I ran and tried to jump it. It was about 15 feet or so, so I figured it would be no problem.

Well.....I almost made it. I made it to the other side, but landed with the lower half of my body in the water, hanging onto the side with my arms.

I think the dream shifted (or I simply don't remember what happened after that) and the next thing I remember is being downtown, at night. I was no longer lucid. I was wearing Todd's jacket (I had to wear his jacket the other night, cause I was completely unprepared to go out, when we decided to go out) and some chick was just talking mad shit about how scrubby I look in the jacket (even though it's a nice jacket). She was just going on and on, so I finally got tired of it and started really telling her off like she was some joke (wish I could remember what I said, cause it was goooood. lol) and she was soon out of the dream, but I don't know where she went.

I went to one of the bathrooms and some strange, creepy sequence happened that I dont' remember too much of. I know it had something to do with the lights flickering and something "alive" being inside this bathroom, which turned from a regular-sized bathroom to some vast labyrinth of white tile. (I'd played a demo of "F.E.A.R." for the 360, for the first time, last night) This only lasted a little while though, and the details are gone.

Sooner or later I was outside. It was still night time and people were drag racing their motorcycles in the street. I remember some guy crashing into a chain-link fence at the end of his run, and I think that was the only thing I saw in third person, in the dream, because I saw it from right up close when my body was actually back at the starting line. Some guy let me ride his bike, so I raced a couple of times on it. I really don't remember very much of the races, though.

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12/05/2006
I hardly remembered anything about this dream, when I woke up, even though I had momentary lucidity. All I know is that there was a house out in some rural town where some friends and I were having a party. There was a pool table in the house. I ended up leaving for a moment and then, when I came back, all the lights in the house seemed to be off, and there was definitely no party going on. As I was about to turn the doorknob and walk inside I suddenly realized that this was a dream, which explained the drastic change in atmosphere. I opened the door and my friend Phil (who we all knew as “one-eyed” Phil) who I haven’t seen in years, is lying on a pallet on the floor, watching TV. He’s obviously the only one in the house. I walked back outside shortly after talking to him for a while and was getting strange vibes from how dark and isolated the area was.

Don’t really remember anything after that.

12-07-2006
Dream One:
”Mario and Mertha”
This one was weird.
So, there was this guy who I can only identify as Mario from Super Mario. He was about 3 or 4 feet tall, and he was a real asshole. (He was even dressed like Mario, so I’d say it was him.) His trump card was that he had this really scary companion named “Big Mertha.” She was like 8 feet tall with a 70-something inch waist. (Think Andre the Giant with tits and like 45% more body fat. Scary huh?) Anyway, the scariest thing about Mertha was that she had the ability to just appear and disappear like she was the fuckin Candyman or something. So whenever Mario, who was often alone, would hear someone talking shit about him, he’d “call” Mertha, and she’d just show up and mangle whoever was talking shit about him/her.

At one point me, a friend of mine (Jesse I think) and Mario were at my old house. I think Jesse and I got into an argument with Mario and it resulted to us saying what we thought about him and Mertha. Before I knew it, I see Mertha’s big-ass hulk of a body stomping down the hallway toward us. We got the hell out of there.

Later, we were out in a park by a neighborhood near my old one (the park doesn’t really exist). I was sitting on a swing and Mario was being a cocky little bastard (emphasis on “little”) as he was talking to someone. I don’t think it was Jesse, but I know Jesse was still in the picture. Sooner or later, words started flying and Mario, whose lil’ ass would get wrecked by just about anybody calls up Mertha. She appeared and was towering over the other person, about to beat him to the ground. As I sat there, swinging and watching, I remember thinking “Jesus, here those two go again,” and was feeling a sense of pity for the person about to get beat down and irritation with these two assholes. That’s when I realized that this was all a dream.

I continued to swing lightly for a little while and watched as Mertha began just annihilating this guy. After a couple of seconds I’d about had my fill and hopped out of the swing. I walked nonchalantly over to Mario and Mertha, grinning. Without saying a word, I wound up and gave Mario a roundhouse kick to the face that sent him flying off into the side of one of the apartment buildings a few yards away. Mertha left the other guy alone and started trying to swing on me but I was too quick and I vaguely remember giving her a couple uppercuts to the jaw. I then stepped back and stayed on the defensive, ducking and dodging this giant’s attempts to grab me.

At one point, I wound up in a small alleyway between buildings and did one of those zig-zagging jumps where you jump from back and forth between two walls, kicking yourself higher each time, until you reach the top. Both Mario and Mertha (somehow) followed me onto the roof and we started fighting up there. I remember jumping from rooftop to rooftop, but not much of the fight. All I know is that I had them completely outmatched, and ended up knocking them both off of the roof.

Something I saw from the rooftop made me think of Spiderman (I can’t remember exactly what it was, though) and, having had my fun with Mario and Mertha, I decided to try sticking to the wall, so I scaled down the side of one of the buildings, sticking with my hands and feet. I dropped down onto an apartment balcony. I walked inside and, unexpectedly, I saw a bunch of my friends sitting around playing video games.

Things got a little hazy here but I remember summoning Mario and Mertha again, later on, to go another round. Some time after slapping them around again I woke up.

12/12/2006
“Slasher Movie-ish”
This one actually started off exactly like 12/11’s entry, but it was so abstract (and long) that, even with my notes, I can hardly remember how all the elements came together.
I was in the same classroom, same chair, and was having trouble with the same dude. I think we ended up become friends before the pencil incident even happened, this time. Again, most of the class went out and partied together but, this time, we ended up going to a house party at…my grandma’s house? At some point, I remember looking for my uncle C, but was only able to find my other uncle L, and I think he was sleeping on the couch or something like that.

Anyway, later, (and the weirdness begins) there was apparently a killer running around. He was taking a lot of my classmates out, one by one, in standard “ScreamIKnowWhatYouDidLastHalloweenThe13thonElmStr eet” fashion. We spent most of the dream running and hiding for our lives and periodically coming across the dead bodies of our friends, most of them gutted and/or skinned, leaving nothing but unidentifiable carcasses. We even started getting suspicious of one another because, even well into the night, we just couldn’t find who the hell was doing all the killing. Even so, I decided to stay with the largest group, thinking it’d be easier to look out for myself and each other. Some time during the night, someone that wasn’t in our group came running in (I think they were screaming, having just barely escaped the killer) and we all scattered, knowing the killer was probably on the way.

Most of us ran outside, heading out through the backyard. Coming away from the lights of the house, it was pitch black outside, and the backyard seemed to stretch on forever, like we were running into an endless void. Running from a savage maniac and into a space so dark that I couldn’t see the person in front of me brought about a sense of panic. This, though, also brought me to the realization that I was dreaming. It was a very low level of lucidity, though. I couldn’t even break the fear that I was feeling, knowing that there was someone trying to kill me (funny how I can realize we’re dreaming but, when in the middle of an intense situation, forget how easy it would be to get out of, if I could calm down and put my mind to it.)

While running toward where I knew there were a bunch of trees standing, even though I could no longer see them, because the area was so dark, I didn’t even want to look over my shoulder, back toward the house, because I was in fear of what, not only who, might be right on my heels. I thought up a half-witted plan of killing two birds with one stone. I was going to, while running, charge up a ball of light between my hands, hoping that the glow would light the area while, at the same time, giving me something to use against this killer that I figured was right behind me.

I dipped my shoulders down, still at a full sprint, and brought my hands beside me, spaced apart as if I were holding a basketball between them. I kept trying to form this ball of energy. I tried over and over. I couldn’t even get a fuckin spark. My mind was just racing too much, and I couldn’t focus. I had no control, whatsoever.

Then, just like that, lucidity was gone. The dream had shifted slightly and I was in the middle of the woods. There was just enough light coming from (somewhere) to see a few feet around me. There, in front of me, someone was up against a tree, staring back at me. I could tell it was the guy that had been doing all the killing. The only thing I really remember about this part was that there was this strange black substance, almost like a liquid, with a soft green glow around it. This liquid was obviously “alive,” and it was swirling around this guy in thin, glowing strings. It reminded me of Spiderman/Venom/Carnage’s symbiote costumes, all thick and stringy, but with a green light surrounding it. It was going in and out of the guy’s eyes, ears and gaping mouth, and I could tell that it was controlling the man’s brain. I wanted NOTHING to do with that shit, and I took off.

The dream shifted again, and it was daytime. I was now at my old Canterbury house, and had some friends with me. Before I knew it, one of them was dead. The body lay sprawled across my porch, split from neck to navel, body twisted in an expression that could only describe complete agony at the time of death. We ended up back inside the house where we all came face-to-face with the killer. He had a knife in his hand but, with about 4 of us left, we were able to overpower him. I grabbed the knife and we threw him down on the bed. My friends pinned both his wrists and feet and I jumped on the bed and sat on his thigh, making sure he would go nowhere.

Having completely forgotten about all the supernatural shit (because of the dream shift, maybe?) I started taunting and torturing this guy (like I’ve always envisioned myself doing to one of these slasher-movie killers, if I ever got my hands on one) making him pay for all of the carnage he’d caused. In the middle of my (pretty damn satisfying) moments of terrorizing this guy, one of my friends looked out the window and said “Shit! Cops!”

There was no way in HELL I was letting this freak off into police custody so, playtime coming to an end, I repeatedly stabbed this guy in the chest/stomach - I can’t even remember how many times – for about three seconds. And then we all ran outside to meet the cops and try to keep them from coming inside. I threw the knife down in the dirt near the body on my porch. I don’t know why. I just sure as fuck didn’t want to get caught holding it. If the issue came up, I’d just have to explain everything the best I could.

While we were outside, being questioned by the cops about the body that was on the ground, I looked over one cop’s shoulder and saw a car drive by, slowly at first. A mean leaned out the window a little and waved at us, smiling. It was the same man I’d just stabbed to death in my bedroom. He’d somehow gotten out the back door and was now getting away. I knew there would be no way to explain everything that happened, quick enough for the cops to do something about it.

Again, the dream shifted. I was walking down the sidewalk with some friends of mine. It seemed like it was early morning. I was in about the middle of the group, some people both in front and behind me. I suddenly remembered the man on the loose and got a bad feeling. I quickly turned around and looked behind me just in time to see an unknown figure rush in and spear-tackle one of my friends into the trees lining the sidewalk. I ran back to them, knowing my friend was about to get slaughtered. It turned out to be a prank, though, another one of my boys rolling in the grass and laughing with the one that he’d just surprised the hell out of. Relieved, I laughed, turning back around to face the way we were originally walking toward…just in time to see another one of my friends lying on the ground, having been killed by the murderer, when my back was turned.

The same car rolled slowly by, the killer smiling enthusiastically and yelling something to me about how, sooner or later, he was going to get me (obviously excited about my having “killed” him once). He spoke as if he respected me as some sort of worthy opponent and, as he was pulling away said something about how he can’t wait for the sequel, suggesting that my subconscious considered this reminiscent of a slasher-movie, even before the dream was over.

01/09/2007
Dream Four:
"Advanced Lucid Task Completed"
This dream was about a keg party I’d gone to, last weekend. The house belonged to a guy that I’d just met, that night, and the party was out in the backyard. They had a homemade half-pipe out back and everyone was just kinda hanging out, around it, getting drunk.

I don’t remember much about the dream, before becoming lucid, but I think it was just a recognition of being this being the same party I’d been to, a few days earlier, that made me realize I was dreaming. Immediately, I disassociated myself with everything that was going on and tried to think of what it was I wanted to do, when I became lucid. I’d completely forgotten about looking for the old man and the first thing that popped into my head was the lucid task. The snowman was the only one I could remember at the time but, seeing as how I was at a party, it would have been the perfect time to ask if there were any lucid dreamers around, to complete the basic task.

Anyway, I was looking around this snowless backyard and thinking “Great. How the fuck am I supposed to build a snowman? Do I make it snow? Do I just manifest the snowman? Do I just manifest enough snow to Make the snowman?” I figured that just manifesting a complete snowman would be kinda cheap, so I figured I’d make one from scratch. At first, I tried just making the round sections of snow appear, one at a time. I held up my fingers and tried a little wizardry, but I couldn’t get anything to appear, no matter how hard I tried. So then, I figured making it snow might do the trick, but that didn’t prove to be much easier. I started concentrating on visualizing a snow-covered scene. I was thinking about everything that I could associate with snow, convinced that, the more realistic that I could visualize it, the more solid it would all be and wouldn’t just be a fleeting concept of snow.

I was thinking off everything snow related, Christmas decorations, sleds, everything. Even before the snow, there were huge Christmas ornaments like Lawn Santas and shit just appearing all over the backyard. But I just Could NOT make it snow. I even stopped once to look at my hands and solidify the dream. I kept trying again, though, and finally got a hazy bit of snow to just layer the ground. It didn’t even fall from the sky, it just appeared. Then, “telekinetically” I started rolling some snow and sticks around with my mind. Finally, I made the snowman, but it was partially hidden behind the half-pipe. I walked over to it and, since the only light in the backyard was coming from the half-pipe, the area behind it was almost pitch black. I could barely even see the snowman, but I was able to manifest a carrot or something for the nose (can’t remember exactly what I used, but it was orange) but I don’t think I took the time to put eyes or a mouth on it. Next, I was thinking about bringing it to life. I’d never brought something to life in an LD, before, and I tried to make it as simple as possible. I simply decided that this snowman was now “alive” and then I just stood there, looking at the shadowy white figure and waiting for something to happen.

All of a sudden, this snowman comes to life and just starts straight-up assaulting me with snowballs. It was like the snowballs were just appearing in the snowman’s hands, as the ones before it left, and they were coming at me like machinegun fire. (This seemed completely random at first but, now that I look back on it, I’m reminded of that movie where Michael Keaton becomes a snowman and starts machine-gunning all these snowballs at some kids. It was like that but a lot more brutal.) It was so bad that, even though I was lucid, I had to run off to the side and duck and dodge all these snowballs because I was getting completely overwhelmed.

Somewhere around here, though, the dream lost all solidity and faded away.

After this, I had a bunch of dream fragments. The scenes kept changing over and over, and I would constantly realize I was dreaming, just in time for the scene to change again, and I’d have to find lucidity, all over, each time. There was one where I was in a school cafeteria and another where I was back at home and I looked in the bathroom mirror and I had this Weird head of hair. It was all shaved on the sides, but the top was like a poofy black S-curl from Hell, that was pretty much a shapeless mass of loose, untamed knots.

01/15/2007
Damn. A lot of dream activity last night. It was some work, just trying to remember as much as I could. I went to sleep after taking a multivitamin and was focused on realizing when I’m dreaming. What’s strange is that, the way some of these dreams chained together, it almost seems that they could have been the same dream but, as groggy as I was, the few times I woke up, during the night, it’s really hard to tell.

Dream One
”Tailless Meteor”
I’d say this was a MILD, but I don’t really remember whether I became lucid because of the auto-suggestion I was using, when I fell asleep, or as a DILD, due to some dream content. Whatever the case, there is a whole section of this LD that I can barely remember, as it was my first recalled dream of the night, and there was a lot going on, afterward.

I was with Joe and Todd and we were out in the sticks, somewhere, at night. I think Joe had his truck, but it was a beige color instead of dark blue/black. I remember that, throughout the dream, I checked my hands probably 3 or 4 times because the dream kept destabilizing. One of the times I looked at my hands, my palms had all these scars all over them, like razor slashes that had been healed over for years, but still protruded just a little bit.

Todd had gone off somewhere, and Joe and I were getting in his truck. I looked overhead and saw a meteor flying over us. It was huge and obviously close enough to us to be within the Earth’s atmosphere. There was no fire trail behind it, though and that disappointed me. I thought it ruined the whole affect of having a meteor pass overhead. I raised my hand and I tried to will a huge fire trail behind the rock, but I wasn’t able to do it before the meteor disappeared over the horizon.

The only thing I really remember after this was walking through a convenience store.


Dream Three
“Flying Around” / “Talking With Dad” / “Late For Work”
I was on a, slightly deserted, street, at night. Someone was with me, but I can’t remember who it was. As if a light switch had come on, I suddenly realized I was dreaming. The first thing I did was stabilize the dream by looking at my hands. I can’t remember what I saw in them, though. My next order of business was trying to find the old, blind Chinese(ish) man, so we could finish our fight. I remember trying the “around the corner” method, to see if he would just appear, that way. That didn’t work. I also tried to just make him appear in front of me. That didn’t work, either. Walking around with my friend, we came to where there was a store on the side of the road. Walking toward this store was some guy with a black jacket on. I couldn’t quite see what he looked like, though. I’m pretty sure he had a beanie on.

While this guy was walking, somewhat toward us, but not directly, I held up my fingers toward him and focused, trying to get him to turn into the old Chinese guy. The shit just Would Not work and I was starting to get frustrated by it. Then, for no reason at all, the guy that was walking, paying us no attention, walks straight toward the wall of the store we were standing on front of. Without breaking stride, he simply steps up against the wall and begins walking, vertically, up the front of the building, hands in is pockets, like this was completely normal behavior. My “friend” and I looked at each other like, “What the fuck?” and then looked back at the guy, just as he disappeared over the rooftop. Not to be outdone, I quickly levitated up into the air, stopping just a few feet higher than the rooftop, which was only illuminated by a bright street lamp a few yards away. The guy didn’t even pay me any attention. He simply kept on walking in his straight line, across the rooftop, and down the other side.

Still hovering in the air, I decided to go off and just explore a lil bit, so I started flying down the street, following this dark main road through a rural area. Traffic picked up, the further I went, a few cars passing under me. I kept trying to go faster but I couldn’t get any speed, while flying, no matter how hard I tried. It seemed the harder I concentrated on going faster, the slower I went. Another car came, speeding up from behind me, passing under me and headed in the same direction I was. So, holding out one arm in front of me, I imagined as if there was a long rope tied to the car that just passed me, that had to have been going about 60-70mph. Even though it was planned, I was kinda surprised when I suddenly picked up speed, being yanked by the invisible string. Flying behind the car was pretty intense and fun as hell. I was only a good 10-15 feet off of the ground, and felt kind of like a kite.

As we were passing a bunch of houses that sat on either side of the road, something (though I can’t remember what) drew me to one of them. I “disconnected” from the car and stepped down into a landing on the front lawn of the unfamiliar house. I can’t remember whether I opened the door or just walked through it, but not even the inside of the house looked familiar. That’s why I found it all the more strange to see my Dad, sitting on the couch with his head back and his eyes closed. Now, being completely lucid and knowing my Dad is dead, I didn’t really know what to make of this situation. Since the front door was behind the couch, which sat in the middle of the living room, I walked around behind it, eyeing my Dad, suspiciously. I wasn’t quite sure what my subconscious might have had in store for me, but I walked calmly, prepared for pretty much anything. As I circled around beside him, I stuck out one arm and tapped him on the arm and said, “Hey,” to see if he was really ‘dead’ in the dream. He opened his eyes as if he’d only been sleeping and looked up as if he was surprised to see me. He got up and hugged me and I told him that, even though I knew he was a DC, it was good to see him. I sat down on the couch next to him and then we just got into some conversation about how things have been going, with me. We didn’t have very many of those types of conversations when he was alive, so this was actually pretty nice.

I lost lucidity during the conversation and vaguely remember a bunch of my Dad’s friends coming over and all of us having a party. Things pretty much faded out, after that.

I then “woke up,” still at “Dad’s house.” (I very rarely fall asleep and wake up still within the same dream. I find it fascinating that it happened twice in one night.) I was not lucid though and remembered it was Monday morning, and I had to be at work. I checked my watch and it was 10 till 8:00. “Shit.” I was going to be late for work. I still had to go home, shower and change. I jumped in the car and, not really knowing where the hell I was, ended up going a good 10 minutes in the wrong direction. I figured this out and turned around, headed back toward my house. I knew there was no fighting it, and I was going to be really late, so I stopped in some convenience store that also sold hot breakfast like sausage and eggs and shit. I remember looking at the sky to see the sun coming up.

Finally ended up getting home and, when I looked at my watch, it said it was 9:30am. I was like “What? That’s not right. It couldn’t have taken me an hour and a half to get here.” I tapped on the watch a few times and put my ear up to it. It wasn’t ticking. Turns out it was broken. But then, I was trying to rationalize why it said 7:50, last time I looked at it. I don’t think I actually figured this all out, before I woke up again.

01/22/2007
”Fuq the Police”
Awesome lucid dream. Unfortunately, I woke up at about 4 o’clock, after the dream, and didn’t get up to jot down any notes before falling back asleep, so I’ve forgotten a few things.

So, Todd and I are on a road trip, somewhere. We stop into a gas station, late at night, and I slightly remember some small talk with a girl that was working there. We ended up leaving and getting back on the road. Soon, it was day time and we were driving down the interstate. I can’t remember what the reason was but, some time during our drive, a motorcycle cop pulls up behind us and turns on his lights. We pull over onto the left shoulder, instead of the right, parking on the wide, grass median, in the center of the two opposing flows of traffic.

The cop comes over and starts being a real dick. I think we had been smoking or something, because he tells us to wait over by his bike so he can search the car. While he is over at the car, I start getting suspicious of things, but not enough to realize I’m dreaming. Then, right on cue, the cop says “Well, well. What is this?” and he pulls out my dream journal, which happens to be in a notebook. (Funny, because I don’t have a paper journal, IRL) Laughing while walking in our direction, he begins thumbing through the journal and then, out of nowhere, just starts ripping pages out of it, tearing them to pieces and throwing them all over the median.

I was Infuriated. So much so, that even Todd was like at the cop. I could practically hear him thinking “Oohh, you shouldn’t have done that.”

I don’t even remember what happened next but, the next thing I knew, the cop was lying on the ground, face down. It was right around here that I realized I was dreaming (though I can’t remember if I became lucid and then took out the cop, or did it before. I think I took out the cop first, though). Anyway, the second I realized I was dreaming, I looked at my hands, which were hard and dry, to stabilize the dream, repeating to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming,” to keep the thought fresh in my mind. Todd was looking at me, wondering what was going on. I told him that I was dreaming, but that we still needed to get out of here because I had a feeling our trouble with the cop wasn’t over. Just as I said that, the cop was beginning to slowly rise from the ground. Since he was between us and the car, I looked the other way and the first thing I saw was the police motorcycle. My eyes about lit up like a kid in a candy store. I ran to the bike and told Todd to jump on. At first, I couldn’t get it started and the cop was now running toward us, closing the gap while I continuously tried to kick-start the bike (which is weird because police bikes don’t have kick-starts, that I know of.) Finally, as the cop was just beginning to come in range, I got it started and we took off. I remember how short and stubby the handlebars felt as I was pushing up through the gears.

We were flying down the grassy median, closer to the oncoming lane than the correct one. Suddenly, looking at all the cars whizzing passed us, to the left, it dawned on me: I’ve always wanted to try this in a lucid dream. Thinking of Trinity in the Matrix: Reloaded, I suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic, with the motorcycle, zig-zagging left and right as cars veered and skidded out of our way. Ah, man. One of the most insane things I’ve experienced in a LD and it lasted about 20 seconds or so, before I cut back across the median, to the right side.

We kept on riding until we were back in our town (though it didn’t even seem like our town.) We pulled up in some (unfamiliar) apartment complex, where my mom apparently lived. My lucidity had begun flickering during the ride but, as soon as I got in this unfamiliar apartment, the first thing I did was focus on my hands again and repeat “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming,” bringing my lucidity, and the scene around me, into much more clarity.
So, apparently, my DC mom was getting ready for a party and my aunt and some other relatives were about to come over. I was still thinking about the whole cop thing and was wondering if we’d seen the last of them. Todd suddenly got a call on his cell phone, which was this really futuristic pocket computer sort of thing. We thought it might have been the cops, but it was someone in his family.
A few minutes later, the house phone rang. Mom picked it up and then called me to pick it up. I picked it up and it was the police. I recognized the voice and, to be specific, it was Morgan Freeman. He told me, calmly, that the entire complex was now crawling with SWAT and that my friend and I needed to come out and turn ourselves in, before we made things worse for ourselves – in all his typical, soothing, Freemanesque nature. I found this hilarious, though, seeing as how I was now 100% lucid again, and figured it was time to have some fun more.

As we were heading out of the apartment, I was talking to Todd, coaching him on how he was just a DC and we both had “lucid abilities,” in hope that he was going to be able to do all the things I could do, as it would make what was about to happen all the more interesting. He got the picture and we both started walking downstairs. He was walking in front of me and kept going, even after I stopped, halfway down the last set of stairs. I glanced over to one side and saw Morgan Freeman standing in the hallway, dressed like his detective character in Se7en and facing away from me (while I was still slightly faced away from him) as if we were two arch-enemies in some gritty anime thriller that were having their last civil conversation, before completely obliterating each other. I can’t remember exactly what he was saying, though.
Finally, I came down the rest of the stairway and turned to face him. He, himself, was walking toward me. I started walking backward in the hallway, while we were still talking, backing myself out toward the field that was in front of the complex. As I was doing this, I was telling him that I wasn’t worried about him or the rest of the SWAT team, that I could see surrounding the field, out of the corner of my eye, because I knew I was dreaming. I tried to warn him that he really didn’t want to start a fight with us. He wasn’t buying it and was his cool, calm, collected self, dismissing my words as psychotic banter, of course. I looked back behind me and saw Todd standing in the field, waiting. When I looked back at Detective Freeman, I gave him a smile and suddenly began levitating backward, instead of walking backward, with my arms rising out to the sides. I said something like “Suit yourself,” and his face twisted in subtle surprise.

Hovering backward, passing Todd, I glanced over to him and said something like “You ready, man?” He said “Yup,” and suddenly levitated into the air, as well. Jesus, did we ever show off. We started flying around this huge field, watching the SWAT stand by and stare at us in awe. Neighbors started coming out onto their decks and balconies and we could hear them gasping and shouting. Pretty soon, we had the attention of everyone in the neighborhood. I hovered past one balcony and actually saw my ex and her husband (which isn’t that strange because they are, more or less, the only people I know that live in an apartment complex, at the moment) and they were actually cheering us on.
Now in mid-air, I held up one finger and focused, slinging my hand out as a bright orange streak shot out of my finger and exploded, down on the ground, though I wasn’t aiming for anything. Taking the cue, Todd began doing the same thing, and we started firing energy blasts in all directions. My purpose, really, was to see if I could get all the DC cops to run away screaming, and hadn’t really planned on slaughtering them. Some ran, others didn’t. I did end up shooting one guy in the chest and he just exploded. The rest of the SWAT guys standing close to him only stood there like statues, though. I moved on to their cars and started blowing them up, one by one.
Pretty soon, I’d begun thinking less and less of the cops surrounding us, and was just caught up in how much fun I was having, using these powers. I wanted to try something else. Something Big.
I looked up at the sky and was reminded of the Hammer of God (a huge satellite laser, from the game Gears of War, which I played for the first time, this weekend). I held my hands up to the sky, focusing hard on how to make this work. Visualizing this beam of light, I saw the clouds above begin to swirl, funneling just a moment before spreading slowly outward from the center of rotation. It had been near sundown and the sky was already growing dark so it was so much easier to see the bright white ball of light growing in the heavens. As soon as I figured it was well-enough developed, I swung my hands down toward the earth, as if I was pulling the light down from the sky with my fingers. A bright red-orange beam exploded down out of the sky, a few miles behind the apartment complex. I heard it hit the ground, in the distance, and saw the top end of a massive explosion budding up, over the tops of the apartment building in front of me.
I remember trying this at least twice, before waking up into a false awakening.

In the FA, Todd and I were telling Joe about the shared dream we just had, how we were both lucid and about everything we did. The day went on from there and then somehow, I don’t really remember how, but things began happening all over again and the FA melted back into the same scenario as the previous dream, all the way up until being back in the apartment complex and ready to face the cops again.

Good shit.