"You are a sinner." Take the life of another living being. 07.03.2010 44: 3.7.10; 9:17AM Part 2: Killed a DC, Plus a Bomb-Making Attempt. (DILD)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I was having a dream in which I was hanging out with some guys from the band A Skylit Drive, when (while talking to one of them) I suddenly realized in the dream that I had wanted to be lucid when I went to sleep, and realized I was in a dream. The guy I was talking to (who was supposed to be the drummer Cory LaQuay, but looked like Taylor Hawkins, the drummer from the Foo Fighters) asked me what I wanted to do, with a smile. The first thing I did was I wanted to change the scenery - we were in a brown-coloured room, that wasn't very appealing. I stomped my foot to make a change, but nothing actually happened, since I didn't have it thought out what I wanted to change it to. I then thought of my goal to assemble, plant, and detonate a bomb, and figured I could have one of the guys from ASD get the parts for me to assemble, since I didn't know what was needed, and they just might have that knowledge.
I didn't actually ask any of them to do it, but instead ran out of the room and through a series of hallways and passages, understanding it to have been a college building I was running through earlier in the dream to get to ASD's room. After a while, I found a kind of snow-covered playground behind one of the doors. Heading into the playground, I was running around along some oddly-sloped trails in an effort to go totally outside the building (I thought I was still inside).
At one point, I realized there was a man with a dark cowboy hat and thick aviator shades on, walking slow and suspiciously into the playground from where I had come in. I considered him a threat and immediately knew I had to make use of the bomb goal. I rushed to a pillar holding up a large playground structure, and (since I didn't have bomb parts) made up the ingredients to a bomb:
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To make a bomb, I made up that you had to create three lines in the snow, vertical and parallel, with two circles, one on either side of these lines I'd created, as shown above. Understanding these marks in the snow to be movable, I took the right-most line and crossed it over the other two lines, to connect them with the two circles.
This I believed would cause an explosion, so I rushed away from the pillar, diving under a bridge-like playground structure. Strangely, there was no explosion. When the man got close to where the "bomb" was, I started making bomb sounds in an effort to create some form of an explosion. Still nothing. I then willfully believed the pillar would explode right before me, but even then it didn't.
I saw the man go up to the pillar and pick up a pink bag; I understood that to have been left there by me when I "assembled" the bomb. I had to get it back from him at all costs, and saw him go toward a tunnel under the playground. The tunnel went inward toward the center of the playground as it went down, which meant that I was standing above where the entrance to the underground was, putting me above and in the path of the man. He had pulled something out of the bag and put it on his head, making him an easily visible target.
I ran and jumped from where I stood and landed in front of the man a ways, gripping the ground with my hands and feet to charge at him hard. I don't recall if I hit him with my body, but somehow he'd dropped some of the bag's contents on the ground. I felt as though I had a backpack on my back and believed that if I reached into it I would pull out a gun - sure enough, I had a pistol in my right hand aiming at the man's back. I shot at him, saying "bang," and he hit the ground, though without a wound. I procured the bag, seeing many of the contents that had spilled out all over the ground, and looked to the man. He had moved ever so slightly, and I thought about my goal to take the life of something. I shot him once again in the back, aiming for the same place (above the right kidney), and he reacted to the shot with a full-body jerk, and then no more movement. (Again, no visible wound.)
I had to get everything picked up, and thought of pulling out a wand and saying "Accio," Harry Potter style. I pulled out a wand from my right coat pocket - or, I tried to. There wasn't a wand in my hand, but I waved my hand around a bit as if holding one, slightly outside my vision, in the hopes of one appearing. I said, "Accio!", and ran toward the tunnel so the contents would be outside my vision, once again in the hopes that while I couldn't see what was happening, I might have a wish granted. I didn't bother to check if everything got picked up or not, and believed all of the items to be in my backpack.
I found myself walking into someone's house, with several women, Arabic in appearance, who were obviously a family. They were translating a card while I stood there, and saw that the translating woman's reaction to the message meant that it was of profound importance. She explained to everyone that (in short) one of the women in the room was the Pharaoh's daughter. Everyone looked to the youngest, an Arabic girl no older than eight years old, rolling around on the floor. I leaned over to one of the women, who was talking an older woman, and asked if there was a possibility that it wasn't the youngest one who was the daughter, meaning to imply that it could have been her, the woman I was now talking to. She, however, explained that the mother of the youngest girl had many lovers, meaning that it was possible none of them were the Pharaoh's daughter. I woke up thereafter. (The youngest girl very strongly resembled my cousin Tiffany.)
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