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      04/19/2006
      "Vendetta"


      Jesus Christ, what an intense dream.
      (Had some b-6 and a little bit of Calea before bed)

      Ok, so this was back in my old high school. A little while passed without anything unusual happening. We were all just sitting around BSing doing what high schoolers do. Sooner or later, (I was either walking through the hall, or in a classroom,) this girl that had been hanging out with us earlier was getting completely harassed by some wannabe thug. She kept trying to push him away, things escalated, and I think he ended up punching her in the face.
      Being the closest to them, (as I think anyone else in my group would have done the same thing) I rushed over and got in the dude's face, putting myself between him and the girl. He tried saying something about how I should move out of his way, and I said some witty little comment about not finding it necessary to retreat away from a man that beats on women. He lunged at me, and I remember taking him down, I just don't remember how.
      So after this we helped homegirl up and made sure she was alright and whatnot and began walking out of class, as the bell had just rang.
      While I was going through the hallway, the girl caught up to me just before I walked out the door. She tugged on my arm from behind and I stopped, turning around. She asked, shyly, if I would call her sometime, and I said "Sure," pulling my cellphone out of my pocket to take down her number.
      Before I could even get the first digit, this other chick comes from out of nowhere and just wraps her arms around me and starts forceably trying to walk me away from the other girl while sweet-talking to me about the "fight" I just had. I wasn't really paying all too much attention to this girl, but I held up a finger to the first girl and mouthed "wait there. One Second. I'll be right back."
      My intention was to take a few steps down the hall (that I was being 'led' through, actually) while this second chick said her peice and did everything she could to get in good with me, (as she was doing) but sooner or later, I realized we hadn't stopped walking.
      I said something like: "Exactly where are you taking me?" in a joking manner, but seriously wondering. She smiled all sexy-like and said something like: "Well I have a little something to give you, for standing up for that other girl back there, the way you did."
      Not one to refuse an invite like that, I continued to let her lead me on toward the gymnasium.
      When we walked through the gym doors, there were about 30 people in there; not really what I expected, given the nature of the kind of surprise I thought this girl had in store for me.
      By the time we reached the middle of the gym, I'd had time to cast my eyes around the room. Everyone here looked like trouble. Black and white alike, these guys were definitely from the wrong side of the tracks..and they were all staring at me.
      In the middle of the gym (and the crowd) the girl that was walking with me (or should I say 'walking me') let's go of my arm. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even look back. She just changes direction and walks off to one of the side doors of the gym and steps out...she'd set me up, and I had good idea of what was about to happen next.
      The guy who's face I'd busted earlier stands up from the bleachers with a bat in his hand and starts walking toward me. I didn't get too nervous though until Everyone Else in the Fucking Room stood up and started closing in on me as well, blunt objects in most of their hands, also.
      One guy came to the front of the mob and started to jenga, showing off that he knew Capoeira and that I was in deep shit. There was nowhere I could go because they were closing in on all sides, so I attacked first.
      I slipped passed the first guy and ran straight toward the guy I’d fought before and jumped straight at him, making sure I caught him off guard and got in range before he could swing his bat, kicking him in the face. He dropped the bat and fell backward, and I picked it up just as I landed.
      Not knowing this was a dream, I had absolutely no expectations on winning this potential slaughter, but I was sure as hell gonna give it everything I had, and that meant not sitting still. Having grabbed the bat, I dove to the side instinctively, someone else’s bat swinging downward without my noticing it. It hit the floor and the end splintered into a stake. (all of the bats were wooden) This having taken the second guy by surprise I think I cracked him over the head with the bat I had or something, because soon I was holding the full bat in my right hand and his ¾ of a bat in my left hand.
      There were no superhuman acrobatics or Matrixian effects in this fight. I made no moves that I know I couldn’t make in waking life. The only thing that kept me alive was the Speed. With my adrenaline as high as it was, my dream self was attacking and maneuvering just as fast as my brain could think, which kept me one step ahead of the mob. I was using the bats as if they were Kali sticks, criss-crossing them often, using the left mainly to block whatever/whoever was coming at me and the right for quick counter attacks. My main strategy though was to Keep Moving. I don’t think I stood still once since the fight started, and was weaving my way between and around these guys, trying to keep at least one or two of them between me and the rest of the mob so they could have no chance of circling around behind me.
      Damn this shit was crazy. Absolute insanity. Definitely the biggest scale dream fight I’ve ever had.
      At one point I did the double figure-eight thing that I know how to do with katanas where you alternate crossing both arms in front of you repeatedly which causes your weapons to create two nearly impenetrable figure-eights in front and on the sides of your body. (If you’re into martial arts you probably know what this looks like)
      Doing this caused the closest attackers to back up. A few of them tried to get some shots in, but kept having to pull back because they couldn’t get in close enough. I used this tactic to clear a path toward the door, angling my body left and right to seal off any attacks from the side. But I knew I had no way to protect my back, so when I got far enough through the crowd I swung the bats around once to either side to clear some distance in every direction before breaking for a run toward the door, cracking a few more skulls and kneecaps on my way. I didn’t make it, though, and wound up getting thrown to one side and pressed with my back up against one of the walls, bats crossed in front of me defensively, cornered by what was left of the mob.
      There was absolutely nothing more I could do at this point so I just started running my mouth, trying to get to these guys psychologically by declaring they have no honor and calling them cowards for having attacked me with the numbers they had. Adding to that, I made sure to bring their attention to how many of their group was, at the moment, writhing around on the floor in pain, and that the only honorable thing for them to do, after such a disgraceful attempt to jump someone, was to let me go. (haha can’t believe how quick I came up with that one! Lol)
      This took it’s effect on their collective ego, and they slowly, reluctantly, released their hold on me, staring me down and letting me move away from the wall. One HUGE guy (probably a 300lb mix of fat and muscle) didn’t seem to want to let me go like that and picked up a bat from the floor. He stalked toward me as the others (that could still walk) filed angrily out of the gym. I felt another wave of “Oh Shit” wash over me again as this guy got nearly nose to nose with me and cocked the bat back as if he was going to swing.
      Inside I wanted to scream like a little girl and haul ass to the nearest door, but I just couldn’t let myself break this guy’s gaze, hoping my display of confidence and conviction would turn him away.
      And it did. Frustrated that I didn’t shrink away from him, he threw down the bat and followed his friends out of the gym.

      (Anybody still reading? )

      So after all this, there was a dream that I don’t think was related. (but it may have been connected to the previous one, somehow.) Don’t remember too much, but I do remember being on a huge bridge in a semi truck heading toward a large city. There was something interesting that happened during this time, but I can’t remember what.

      Later, in either another dream, or another part of the last dream, (I think they were connected but still not sure) I was back at home, sitting at my computer. My aunt and cousin came over, and there is a guy with them, which I think, turned out to be my cousin’s new boyfriend. (just in the dream, not in waking life.)
      But here’s the twist. When we were introduced, I realized the guy she was with was one of the guys from the gymnasium fight!
      He flashed me a “Hello again” type of grin, and nodded a ‘wsup.’
      I nodded back, silently, but knew this could only be Bad News.
      The day went on and this dude and I still hadn’t said anything to each other, but he kept grinning whenever he could, and no one was looking, letting me know that the grudge wasn’t buried.
      Later that night (my aunt, cousin, and that guy decided to crash for the night) I was lying in my bed and saw shadows moving across my blinds from the outside. They were legs. Lots of them. I instantly jumped out of bed and raked my hand across the top of my dresser, pulling the katana down. When I unsheathed it, though, it was broken at the hilt (I also have a broken katana, but the one I pulled is the one that’s actually intact in waking life). So I put the katana back and drew my gold and silver daggers, cupping them downwards in my hands and stepping out into the hallway and into the dark living room.
      From this point on things got hazy, but I remember that at least one of these guys had a gun. (short 9mm like Joe’s new one.) I kept the lights out and made use of the hiding spots I know of in my house. There were about 4 guys that broke in to the house (obviously led here by the guy my cousin was sleeping with.)
      Luckily, though, they all filed into the house a little behind each other, which allowed me to silently take them out one-by-one with the knives without the next one coming finding out where I was hiding. (I didn’t even see the gun the first guy had until it fell on the floor after I stabbed him.)
      I remember then creeping back toward the room my cousin and the first guy were staying in. I was covered in blood, bordering on a nervous wreck and still wearing only my boxers when I cracked the door open.
      I opened the door, but for some reason can’t remember whether my cousin and the guy were asleep or having sex, but what I did notice was that 2 or 3 of the guy’s friends (from the gym) were sleeping in the room also.
      The thought of rushing in and killing them all in their sleep DID cross my mind, but then I thought about my cousin, and what could happen if I acted that impulsively. So, coming down off of the adrenaline, and emotionally drained from having just murdered 4-5 people in self-defense, I simply closed the door quietly, and trudged back out into the hallway. I figured I’d deal with the rest of them tomorrow, when there would be time enough to let everyone in on what was going on. I definitely didn’t feel right killing anyone in their sleep.
      When I walked back out to the living room, the kitchen light was on. (which wasn’t before)
      My mom was in the kitchen getting something to eat or drink. I groaned an exhausted “Hey mom,” and pulled a paper towel off of the rack, obviously struggling with troubled thoughts as I wiped all of the blood off of the daggers.
      “Hey son,” she replied, as she always does. “What’s up?” but when she asked that, she had a concerned look on her face, as if she knew everything that had just happened, and understood what I’d done, and was sympathetic, even when she answered her own question with “…slaying people?”

      That’s the last thing I remember, but G’damn what a dream. Lol.
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      Wow, holy crap haha. That was a pretty intense conflict... man, how awesome would it have been if you'd become lucid? Keep it up!
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      Lol. I know, right? Becoming lucid in the middle of that fight would have been tight.



      04/20/2006
      "On the Inside"


      Some strange dream that had something to do with a spy scenario in which I was working undercover as the hired help for some archeological theif. I remember how this guy was mad rich and had topless women and whatnot just parading around his warehouse while his employees worked uncovering stolen artifacts.
      Tom Cruise made an appearance, being his odd, eccentric self. Don't remember what exactly he was doing, though. I think he was supposedly a buyer of some of the stolen artifacts or something. Haha.
      Anyway, I ended up getting found out and had to escape from this warehouse while all of these workers tried to take me out. At one point the Big Man in charge of the operation had me cornered and was waiting for the right moment to tell his men to kill me, when I picked up one of the artifacts that this guy was running, and threatened to smash it on the floor. The guy practically broke out into tears begging me not to smash such a priceless artifact.
      I used that as my way out and backed out of the warehouse with the artifact held over my head, jumped in someone's pick up truck and took off.

      I then had a false awakening in which I was late for work. I'm supposed to be there at 8 and it was noon when I looked at my watch. Damn shame I don't have a digital watch, though, cause there are no numbers to distort and use as dream signs on my watch. :neutral:
      Don't remember too much of what became of this dream, though.
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      04/24/2006
      "N's Place and Dark Cierra"


      So I don’t exactly remember how this dream began, but sooner or later, I was hanging out with this really cool, older but still pretty attractive, Australian woman, N, that sits in front of me at work. I’d forgotten what the setting was, at first. I think all of us at the office were out getting drunk or something, but I can’t be sure.
      Anyway, this lady and I have gotten a pretty good vibe over the last about 9 months that I’ve been here at this job. She’s into consciousness and lucid dreaming as well, and we’ve been talking about that kind of stuff forever, now. (which may be a huge part of why this becomes a lucid dream) So, back in the dream, she invites me to her apartment to hang out. (I think she has a house in reality, but in the dream it was an apartment.) I noticed there was something strange about this whole occurrence, but I hadn’t figured it out yet. I was a little more aware of my surroundings, though, because something didn’t feel right.
      I parked in front of a long brown fence with a few missing boards in it, and took a look around. It was while glancing around the complex that I happened to look up, and see a bird flying into view from behind one of the buildings. This was normal…until I noticed it was being chased by a flying shark! lol.
      I instantly realized I was dreaming and didn’t want to get myself Too excited. I couldn’t help but grin, though. I’d remembered that I wanted to spend a little more of my lucid dream time just exploring the details of different things and places, and stood in one place for a moment, just looking around and marveling at the dream world itself.
      I looked back toward the fence I was parked in front of, and I could see pieces of a little, light-colored house behind it. Walking toward the fence, I began to peer through the hole in the boarding at this house. For some reason, as I did this, my peripheral vision began slowly growing darker. The atmosphere as I was looking at this house through the fence was becoming more evil. Shadows were creeping in all around this house and my vision was zooming in and distorting like that cinematic type of shot that pulls the camera in tightly on a person or object while the surroundings grow farther away. It was starting to freak me out and I could tell that any more attention to this house would have deteriorated my lucid dream into a horror scenario.
      I turned away from the fence and my vision zoomed back out to normal. The darkness went away and it was day time again. I’d remembered that I’d come to hang out with N. For some reason, I knew her apartment was on the third floor, and I figured, since I’m lucid, why not just fly up there instead of using the stairs? I looked up at the balcony I knew to be hers and lifted up off of the ground.
      I had to keep myself steady while hovering because I’m so used to flying fast in dreams instead of slow, and kept thinking about over-shooting the balcony and the roof all together. Haha. I did fine and landed on her balcony though and just walked in through the sliding glass door. The apartment was pretty big inside and I didn’t see anyone home at first. I roamed the halls a little bit looking for her, and heard running water coming from the bathroom. The shower was on.
      Still knowing I was dreaming, I wasn’t too concerned about privacy, exactly, and I walked over to the bathroom door, which was open. However when I got to the bathroom, though the shower was on, and the shower curtain closed, there was, what looked like, blood all over white tile floor.
      “Great,” I thought to myself. “Here goes my subconscious trying to scare the Hell out of me again.”
      I crept slowly into the bathroom, staring cautiously at the bloody floor and closed blue shower curtain, nervously anticipating what kind of startling surprise I would receive on the other side. I ripped back the shower curtain and found….nothing. The shower was running, but there was no one in there.
      Both relieved and even more nervous, I turned around and walked out of the bathroom, and down the hall toward one of the bedrooms. The second I turned the corner, N leans out from behind a wall and says something like “HA!! GOTCHA, MATE!!” and almost gives me a f’ckin heart attack. Lol.
      We ended up hanging out for a while, and since I knew it was a Dream Character, and not the real N….[Edited for Content. Hahaha]

      Sooner or later, this turned into an action dream, and I had lost lucidity. Next thing I remember, there was some sort of explosion or something at the apartment complex. It had to do with terrorism or something, and we had to clear out of the building as fast as possible. My daughter was instantly with us as we jumped in the car and sped away from this complex being over-run by jihadists. (Funny how dreams just change so randomly like that.)
      We’re getting chased in my Olds by some militants in a large truck, having a hard time getting away because the ground was suddenly rocky, desert plains-like terrain instead of asphalt. At some point, we were forced to leave my car and were running through the plains away from these guys.
      After a short while, I looked back as I was running, and N, my daughter, and all of the jihadists were gone. I was standing alone by some huge power station in the middle of nowhere.
      It hit me once again that I was dreaming. That’s why everyone had simply vanished. After realizing this again, I wanted to change the scene to something else. I started think of my lucid dreaming arena so I can teleport there, but made the mistake of closing my eyes to will myself there, rather than using the spinning technique, and paid for it.
      Next thing I knew I was back in my bed, laying on my side and facing the wall, and had obviously woken up. I felt a tap on my back and my daughter was trying to get my attention, saying that she couldn’t sleep and wanted to lay with me. I said ok and let her crawl into the bed, and I put my head back down. The very next moment, she was gone again, and I was feeling around the bed for her.
      I realized again that I was dreaming. Cierra wasn’t still here, because I’d taken her home, yesterday! It was a false awakening. I was still in my bed, though, and everything felt very real. I wanted to make sure I was dreaming, and so I started to slowly fly up from the bed until I was hovering a few feet from the ceiling. Then, out of nowhere, Cierra calls me again and completely breaks my concentration and I fall back down on the bed.
      She says the exact same thing she said before, and this time, as I look at her, there is a dark, foreboding shadow fallen over her face. I remember getting really annoyed. (When she was over this weekend, she was doing anything she could to keep from going to sleep and had gotten my pretty upset a few times because she kept trying to be slick) I kept trying to dismiss her in the dream (I’m not sure if it was because I knew I was dreaming, or just because I didn’t feel like dealing with it.) But she just stared at me from behind the shadow and repeating in a creepy monotone voice about how she couldn’t sleep and wanted to lay with me.
      I said something like “go back to your room” and she just kept repeating herself. So, fed up, I got up out of bed and picked her up by her armpits and marched her back to the room. But, as I was doing this, the hallway between her room and mine grow progressively darker as we went through it, the walls and ceiling taking on a deep black/red hue the further we traveled down it. This was followed by Cierra, who’s face was still covered in a black shadow, began laughing maniacally, in my face while I carried her toward her room, the laugh growing deeper and more sinister as the atmosphere grew more and more hellish.
      Again, I didn’t like where this was going at all, and I’d had about enough, so I told myself to wake up, and finally did.
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      04/26/2005

      DAMNIT. I completely lost a wicked lucid dream last night.

      I remember being in front of a mirror with a girl in the room like in my “Stuck like Chuck” journal entry, and that familiar scene brought me to a low level of lucidity. I looked at the mirror and was just going to walk through it, but something held me back, and I just put my hand out and sunk it into the mirror enough to know I was dreaming. The DC girl that was with me was actually happy for my achieving lucidity, as opposed to the LD that started off like this, where she just sort of faded into the background. And this time, having remembered getting stuck in the ceiling/floor in my last version of this dream, I flew straight up through the roof and out of the house with no problems.
      What followed was a Loooooong lucid. The kind of dream that when you fade momentarily out of lucidity because of something going on, you’re instantly able to remind yourself, with ease and no cues, that “Oh yeah, I’m still dreaming,” and continue on from there with no problems. DAMNIT I wish I could remember what was going on.
      I remember some sort of harbor area at night. There was gangsta shit going on, but I can’t remember what it was because I had to jump out of bed this morning. Spent like 15 mins in the shower just thinking to myself “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THAT DREAM LAST NIGHT?!?!” lol

      ….but damn…nothing more than what I got now.
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      04/27/2006
      “Capped” / “Dad’s Journal”


      I remember about two scenarios, though the details are sketchy so I'll keep it short. In the first dream, I was in a bar. Can't remember who was with me, but there was a guy behind the bar that I wasn't getting along with too well. I think he was being an ass to most of the people in the bar, but I can't be sure. So, sooner or later, we started getting into an argument about something and he just pulls out a gun and shoots me in the chest. (Didn't feel good, I can tell you that)
      The whole bar erupted in panic and everybody hit the ground, my self included. I kept from moving because I figured if the guy saw me still alive, he'd put another bullet in me.
      After a while, as this guy was standing on top of the bar, waving his gun around over the heads of the people that had hit the deck, my self trying to keep from writhing around on the ground in pain, someone yelled "CUT!!! Alright, great job, everybody!" and people started getting up again. I looked down at the blood all over me and there was no more pain, nor was there an entry wound. The painful shot to the chest had turned into nothing more than a movie effect.
      We all walked out of the bar and onto the midnight streets. It was a cross between the Orlando "strip," and the slum areas of downtown, and was deteriorating progressively as we walked the streets. I think there were only one or two people with me, but I can't remember. Sooner or later, we got to this crossed off area run by this neighborhood gang, and we stopped. We figured we'd taken a wrong turn, and had better start heading back the way we came, because this was definitely the wrong side of town.
      When we turned and began moving away as quickly (but discretely) as we could, gunfire broke out behind us. We started running as fast as we could while machinegun fire streamed in around us. Glancing at the wall just to my right side, I could see the line of bullet holes appearing within inches of me. Inevitably, though, one eventually caught my leg and I stumbled, struggling to keep to my feet just as my friends rounded the corner in front of me, and ducked out of sight. I was almost at the curve, but another caught me in the back, another as I spun from the impact of the last one, and another still. I crashed to the ground, with a dull pain all over my body. My stomach was wet because one of the bullets had gone through my back and out my stomach, and I was losing blood quickly.
      Prepared to die, I stared up at the night sky with a hand on the wound in my stomach. Gunfire broke out again, but it wasn't aimed at me, this time. One of my friends that had gone around the corner ahead of me came back, scrambling out of the way of the bullets and grabbing me by my arm. He picked me up to my feet and dragged me around the corner to safety, surprisingly without any of the other bullets hitting us.
      Don't remember much after that, though.

      (Gotta run. I'll jot the second one down at work.)

      This one was so weird I don’t even think I’ve got the concept right. It was something along the lines of finding a journal that was my dad’s. I was reading through it, and it turned out to be a Dream Journal. (obviously not a dream sign I was ready to recognize. :neutral I know my dad never kept a dream journal in waking life, but I’m pretty sure it was his.
      Anyway, my Dad was still deceased in this dream, so I kept the journal for myself and would read it every now and then. (Though I can’t remember any of the entries.) I remember going to bed at night or something (in the dream) and I was picking up the journal to read (or write?) something in it, and noticed that print was beginning to show up on the page as if an invisible hand was writing it.
      It turned out that my Dad’s consciousness was still “alive” somewhere and he was still having “dreams,” and these experiences were going directly into this journal that he’d left.
      There is a lot more to this dream, but I can’t remember a damn thing else. :neutral:
      Oh well.
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      about the second

      had almost exactly the same a pair of month ago, included me in bed reading the journal, except it wasnt my dad's but my mum's. I also "went in" the diary to visit a sort of ghost town that I thought were the ruins of new york - I had some control of myself but wasn't really lucid - I only knew it had been "her " dream or vision or something years before (in the 70s precisely )

      (she's alive anyway)

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      You know, I actually had the feeling of "going into" at least one of the journal entries also, but it was so vague and practically forgotten that I didn't even bother to type it in. Ii don't even remember the scenery, only that "feeling of being there," if that makes any sense. But at least I have a note of it now, since you brought it up!
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      yeah

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      04/28/2006
      "Gothiko"


      G'damn Calea (and melatonin) did it again. :sweat2:

      Ugh..I've only been asleep for two hours, but it's felt like an eternity. :neutral:
      I had this fucked up dream about some gothic guy I don't think I know in waking life. Don't ask me why, but I invited this guy into my house and we were hanging out for a while without anything too out of the ordinary happening, but before too long, we start messing with my blade collection, and I noticed that he was starting to get a little weird on me.
      Before I knew it, he was cutting his hand with my knives. Then he lifted up the front of his shirt and started slashing slowly across the skin of his chest. Completely bugged out, I started telling this guy to put an into that shit, and quick, but it seemed this guy had a bloodlust that he had no intention of stopping once he got started. After a few more seconds of this guy's self-mutilation, I'd definitely had enough. I was just about to tell him to hit the road, when he turned to me and told me to try it. :neutral:
      I'm like "You're fucking crazy," and he's like "Just do it," with this crazed, amped up look on his face. He was saying something like "It feels soooooo goooood.....watch.." and then he grabbed my arm and slung the knife down toward it, and I pulled my arm out of his hand, just in time.
      He tried again, but I caught his wrist with my other arm and he actually started fighting against me. I'm like "What the hell, you crazy motherfucker?!" as this guy's trying his damndest to slice me. It had gone from wanting to give me a little cut, to just wanting to draw blood however (and however much) he could. We started wrestling in my room, (which isn't very big) and I somewhat dragged him, still holding the wrist that was trying to stab me, over toward the closet. Racing through my mind were all of the weapons I had that could have proved useful at the moment. I looked up quickly and saw the full-length black tang of my short ninja sword sticking out from under my clothes. Unfortunate thing is, this guy saw it too. I glanced at him glancing at it, and both of our free hands jumped out at it at the same time. He curled his fingers around the tang, before I got to it, and I instantly grabbed that wrist, as well.
      I pushed him backward out of the closet, and we fell on the ground. I think this is where he dropped the blades, and I was able to get my arm around his neck in a sleeperhold and pulled him up to his feet. He kicked and squirmed all the way down the hall as I dragged him to the front door. I kicked open the second, glass door and walked him out onto the lawn. (It was midnight and the neighbors were having a party, which I should have noticed, because I don't have any "partying" neighbors)
      When I felt we were far enough on the lawn, I leaned back a little and lifted my foot, kicking him in the lower back as hard as I could to make him sprawl out onto the grass. Using the time I had, I Ran back to the house, closed the glass door and stared through it as the guy was running straight toward me. I fumbled with the lock a little bit, finally got it, and then closed the heavier door just in time to hear the guy slam into the glass door outside.
      At least he was out of the house. Fucking psycho. I ended up going back to bed.

      I awoke to the sound of snickering outside my bedroom window. (The last thing I ended up reading before bed was my "Vendetta" dream, coincidentally. I blame that for this part.) The gothic guy was back, and there was obviously more people with him. They sounded like teenagers or something, and he kept saying something to them like "I knew he was still up. He's in there. He's on that damn machine." or something like that (talking about the computer) I could hear them playing with the outside of the window as if they were trying to find some way inside. The last thing I remember was sitting up in bed, but then I opened my real eyes, and I was still laying down. The most fucked up thing was that the sound was the last part of the dream to go, so even though I'd woken up, I heard the bastards at my window!
      It took me a few good minutes of laying in bed and trying my hardest to think rationally about what the hell was going on, after the sounds faded away, before I was able to confidently get out of bed. Even now, as I'm writing this, I keep glancing toward my closed blinds. All this even after a good 5 minutes of reality checks after I woke up.

      Ugh....Gonna browse the site for a little while and see if I can't get all the creepy shit out of my head before laying back down to sleep.

      [Edit: Had another one that had something to do with a room full of beautiful women. Just my luck I'd forget the whole damn thing, though. :neutral: ]
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      04/29/2006

      Too...much.....alcohol.......can't.....remember... ....................dreams!

      [Edit: I do remember being in California and having to illegally, and repeatedly, cross the US/Mexico border and sneak around the surrounding areas, for some reason. Can't remember what that reason was, though.]
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      05/01/2006
      "The Pack"


      Ok, I can’t exactly remember how the plot to this got started, but it had something to do with Todd, Joe, and myself and we were searching for some kind of treasure or mythical artifact or something. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but it was hidden somewhere up in the mountains. The thing about this little quest was that we knew the areas were being guarded by werewolves, and that the treasure we were looking for was actually hidden inside the skull of one of these things, but that wasn’t too bad, because I’d realized, through conversation, I think, that we were werewolves also.
      We pulled up to a narrow passageway in the snow-covered mountains. We were in Todd’s Jeep, but I think it was a different color. We got out and began walking slowly through this area that was nothing but high stone walls and snow all around, and was leading into the mouth of a cave. It daytime out, and the sky was a bleak and realistic grey.
      At first, we’d been moving cautiously, not knowing exactly how many of these werewolves were out here, but we knew we only needed to kill a certain one of these things to get what it was we needed, so we planned on making this an in and out operation.
      As we were going in, the three of us saw something stirring in the cave. It only flashed by for a second, but we could tell that whatever animal was moving around in an off-section of the little cave was alone. Seeing the possibility for a 1-1 fight, Todd says something very Vegeta-esque like “This shouldn’t take long,” and suddenly starts running forward in the snow, throwing off his jacket as he sprints toward the cave and the large shadow within. He disappeared among the shadows and we couldn’t see him transform but, from the sounds of the two monsters fighting in the cave, it appeared he had, seconds before engaging. Joe and I waited outside for a moment, listening to them go at it, and keeping our eyes on our surroundings because we knew the sounds of struggle would bring more.
      A few moments later, all had gone silent. Todd comes striding back out of the cave proudly, back in his human form, and wearing the tatters of what was left of a shirt and pants (as far as can remember. The detail on what he was wearing was sketchy.) The thing was, he came out empty-handed.
      When Joe asked where the (whatever it was) was, Todd said something about “not doing all of the dirty work on this little trip.” I remember arguing with him about that because the whole point of trying to do this as quickly as possible was to get out before reinforcements came, and now, one of us was going to have to take the time to go back in. I don’t remember much of the argument, but I think we cut it short and decided to all go back in and get it, because we were there before I knew it.
      In the cave, Todd was still refusing to get the (whatever it was) and was standing with his arms crossed. Joe, looking at the werewolf corpse didn’t exactly jump at the chance, either. Finally I’m like “Fuck..I’ll do it..” I remember hesitating a little bit, because I had to stick my arm up inside this werewolf’s gaping mouth and pull something down from out of its skull. I just stared at the thing, not wanting to put my arm up between those jaws, and Todd said something sarcastically about us “having to hurry up,” mocking me for arguing about hurrying before taking my time with this part. Sooner or later, I got up the nerve and just shoved my arm up into the huge mouth of this thing and pulled out something, (I still don’t know what the hell it was we went up there for), and we started running back toward the Jeep.
      As we were running back, the inevitable happened. Just as we saw the Jeep in view, streams of these beasts came sprinting out of caves in the high mountain walls of the V shaped canyon we were parked in. There was no way we were going to make it to the Jeep in time, and we knew it. Their four legs were bringing them directly down the walls towards us faster than our two legs were letting us run toward them and the car.
      I drew back my shoulders and threw my coat in the snow. Leaning forward, I could feel myself transform, my muscles and bones expanding and popping into their new shapes, mind racing as if I’d just shot up pure adrenaline. I’ll never forget the feeling of running on all fours, paralleled by Todd and Joe, who had also transformed, directly toward the horde of other werewolves that were matching speed, in our direction.
      Our groups clashed in the middle and what followed was a massive battle between our side, outnumbered, and theirs; bones cracking, blood and gore spraying along the jagged walls of the mountain’s face, being slammed up against the Jeep so hard that it cracked the windshield and metal frame; just an all out war with the ferocity of a pack of rabid….well….werewolves. (felt very Underworld 2-ish)
      I don’t remember whether we actually won, or if we just managed to transform again and escape when there was a break in the action, (which could be considered winning, given the circumstances ) but, before I knew it, we were back in the Jeep and leaving the mountains, covered in blood from head to toe. As we were driving back, I remember that one of my teeth were loose. I worked it out of my mouth and threw it out the passenger window. Then I noticed another was loose, and I did the same thing. Then another, and another. Though my mouth was already bloody from mauling our opponents, it was starting to gush with my own blood as my teeth were falling out by the dozen. (I never had the common “my teeth are falling out” dream before now, that I can remember. It figures it takes such a wild situation for me to experience one of the most universal archetypal dream scenarios. Lol.)

      Later, (all my teeth had come back in but I’m still pretty sure it was the same dream) We were in some high-rise hotel suite at night. We were throwing a party that, I think, was to celebrate the victory (and money ) we’d made off of whatever the hell it was that we brought down out of the mountains. There was a hell of a lot of people there, good music, low lighting and everything. I can’t remember too much of the detail from then on, but the dream pretty much ended on a hazy, but much appreciated, party atmosphere.
      Good stuff.
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      05/04/2006

      Ugh. Can hardly remember a g'damn thing, lately.
      Uhm...Hmm...something about being at work and thinking I was getting drafted into the military, but it was another guy in the office that had the same nickname as me.

      Also, being in a club and dancing with some girl. Uh...shit...there was a lot more that went on, but that's about all I can remember.
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      05/09/2006

      Shit...all I remember is sex in a lawn chair, or something similar to it. I'd had some Calea and b-6 before bed, and I can remember dreaming for a long time, even remember something about being on a harbor at night, later on in the dream. It's all lost, though.
      I gotta break this recall dry spell. It's been a while, before tonight, that I had some Calea, though, so I have a bit more tonight, and the two-day dose should help out, some.
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      [Edit: I do remember being in California and having to illegally, and repeatedly, cross the US/Mexico border and sneak around the surrounding areas, for some reason. Can't remember what that reason was, though.][/b]
      lol was that a dream or a drunken flashback?
      Are you dreaming or awake?


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      LOL Hmmm.....now that you mention it.....



      Haha.
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      05/10/2006
      "Supernat"

      This dream had something to do with ghosts and/or demons. Most of it took place in somebody's house that was, I think, supposed to be mine. Other times we (don't remember who all "we" is, but I know Cierra was there) were out on the street, at night, driving around the town as this scenario was playing out. Can't remember what the hell was going on, though. When we were driving, there was a huge, dusk-lit church off to the side, as we made a left hand turn at a T-section, that stands out in my memory. I'd suppose it was relevant to the dream, though, because back at the house, we were dealing with all kinds of weird shit. I'm not sure what all happened, but I'm 96% sure the house was haunted. (or something. )
      I think Cierra was actually posessed by something, at one time, and that I was fighting off demons with two large handguns, Devil May Cry style.
      (Edit: I actually think some of the dream / demon fighting went on inside the church also)
      Hmm...I also remember sex with some chick in a bed in a back room, at the house...but I think this was before all the weird shit starting happening. Hell, I dunno.
      Also, at some point in time, as I was coming back in through the front door, after having a gunfight against the demons in the front yard, I think, I did become lucid for a few seconds. I just sort of came to the realization that all this weird shit was going on because this was a dream. Simple as that.
      But it only lasted for a few seconds, because I think that's when I saw Cierra, posessed...I think she had blood running down her face and white eyes, but I'm not sure.
      I remember using at least one "mind-over matter" lucid dream power when I was trying to get the demon out of my daughter, but have no idea what it was, or how I won the fight.
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      mmmh.. but who is that cierra always in your dreams??

      (maybe you wrote about it somewhere but could'nt find it)

      edit: may you adopt me?
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      Cierra is my 5 year old daughter. Hehe.

      And consider yourself adopted.
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      05/11/2006
      "Surreal Tournament"


      Had some more Calea before bed and had a much lengthier, more vivid dream, but it’s still my recall that’s suffering, so I only got the overall concept, and a few scenes that stick out, really.
      It was a bunch of friends, some non-friends, and myself. In some part of the dream, I was back in my old neighborhood doing god knows what. I remember my dad being in the dream for a moment, as we were getting up to go to work. Now that I think of it, I think I was younger in this part of the dream, and I was waiting for my parents to go work so I could reek havoc with my friends while they were gone.
      Sooner or later, with a group of about 30 people, we had met at this old broken down industrial building that was about ten stories high and surrounded by a small brown fence.
      The purpose of this meeting was that we were playing a game that was something like a paintball war except, instead of paintballs, we were using live fire weaponry. There was a board set up that had about 50 or so cards on it. On each card was a weapon. It was a free-for-all for about 10 seconds to get whatever card(s) you want, and then you would trade in your card(s) before each round started for whatever weapon(s) was/were on your card(s).
      There was everything from Desert Eagles, to AR-15s, to Uzis, to crossbows, shotguns, swords, daggers, you name it. One of the cards was even an old rusted muscle car that one could drive around the compound in and bust shots at whoever happened to be out on the ground level.
      Pretty wicked dream, actually, especially for being as vivid as it was.
      I know a lot of my friends were there, male and female, but I don’t remember who all it was. It was intense, though. I remember, at one time, this guy Marcus I know and I were having a shootout on one of the higher floors. I had gotten stuck with some piece of shit handgun, and he was coming after me with an assault rifle. I was in the stairwell and he was in one of the main rooms. Inside the room, the ceiling was messed up, and I could see through to the floor above. What sucked about being in the stairwell was that the walls were as thin as plaster, and as soon as Marcus found that out, he started shooting through the wall and I had to dive over toward the stairs.
      I ascended the stairs and came out on the floor above him. From there, we had another shootout, where he was shooting up through the equally thin plaster ceiling tiles that were filling the spaces in the beams that were holding me up and I kept having to back up away from one of the larger holes in the ceiling, so I could hardly see down into the lower room to get a shot off. Don’t remember what became of that, but I think I got him, somehow.
      When it was over, we were all going to a party and were all walking toward some sort of club or something; just a mass of a couple dozen people streaming toward this building from the streets. The only thing I remember about it is that someone was yelling something and we were all hyped as hell, and as we were screaming and shouting through the street like psychos, I threw my fists up in the air along with some of the others but, without looking, ended up smacking some hot girl walking beside me in the face with my arm. Haha.
      I apologized and hugged around her head with my arms like a giant bandage, laughing. She was laughing to and said something seductive about how I could “make it up to her later” or something, and her friend that was walking beside her, who wasn’t as hot, but oh well, said something about making sure we let her know when I “later” is because she wants in on it. Haha. Don’t remember too much after that though.

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      thaaaankyou!!
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      Welcooooooomee!

      05/12/2006
      "My Bad!"


      Long dream(s), but again, the content is mainly lost. I remeber it was some friends and I hanging out at a house at first. Some girls were over, and we were just BSing and having a good time. I remember, at one point, one of the girls was checking out my art portfolio on the kitchen table, but I don't remember too much of the conversation that stemmed from that.
      In what I think was another part of the same dream, Todd, Joe, myself, and a few others were trying to find out some crazy shit that was going on with the government and were in Washington DC, I think. The only part of this that I really remember is that I had a backpack with me, and inside this backpack, for some reason, was an Electromagnetic Pulse weapon.
      We were on a train (subway?) and were shooting the shit for a while, I guess talking about our reason for being there, in the first place.
      I don't know how it happened, but somehow, my clumsy ass trips over my bag or something and detonates the EMP. The entire train shuts down and comes to a screeching hault in the middle of the tunnel, and everybody's pissed.

      Note to self: Even when I tripped the EMP, everything shut off, accept the train's interior lights. Gotta watch for shit like that.
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      05/15/2006
      “First Lucid Task Completed!”

      Hell yeah. Of the very few things I remember from last night’s dreams, one of them happened to be completing the lucid task of the month.
      As of right now, I don’t even remember much of what I was doing before I realized I was dreaming. I had been walking down the street at night with someone, though I don’t remember who. We’d come to what I think was an intersection, and I had noticed that a building off to my far right side had caught my attention. I think I had recognized it as the large church that was in my "Supernat" dream a few nights ago. (After I awoke from that dream, I had wished I would have used that building as a dream sign, the first time, because I’d been concentrating on completing the task for a while, now.)
      Whatever the reason, I suddenly realized I was dreaming while I was still walking down the street having conversation with whoever was walking next to me. Without taking another step, I remembered the lucid task and instantly turned around, pushing off with my feet and launching myself toward the building. Flying toward it, I pulled back one arm and punched out at the base of the building, my fist and body tearing through the concrete of the wall, crashing through the center and then breaking through the opposite wall and ending up outside again. I turned around and saw the church crumbling down upon itself, as this part of the dream suddenly faded away as quickly as it had began and melted into something else.
      I remember much less about this other dream, but I do know that my dad was in it. I can’t remember what all was going on, but I do know that I was really enjoying being with him, and I don’t think I was lucid through any part of this dream. If I’m not mistaken, I was a little kid again, and we were sitting around watching tv with mom and just having a good time, but nothing really stood out as far as significance.
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      05/18/2006
      Only thing I remember is that this dream took place in some sort of old castle or something. I think it had something to do with vampires, but I’m not sure. The one scene that stands out was my being chased out into the courtyard at night by a four-legged creature that I can only remember as being a lion. I kept having to move as fast as I could and change directions as often as possible because this thing kept gaining on me. I remember being run up a tree, but then it followed me up into the tree also, and I was having to swing/leap from limb to limb to stay away from his teeth and claws.

      05/19/2006
      Damn, so much went on last night. Pity I don’t remember a f’ckin thing.
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      05/22/2006
      "Invasion"

      Calea and Melatonin.
      Was heading down the street to Canterbury-like house. I know this dream was a lot longer than I remember. I don’t even remember the order in which things happened, but there was a lot that went on.
      Somewhere near the beginning, I was with one or two other people, and we were leaving somewhere, a party I think, and were walking down this looooong dark road that led to a dead end, which reminded me of walking through my old neighborhood at night, but different.
      At the end of this road was my old house (or a variation of,) and my ex’s father’s house. (We used to live right next door to each other.) I remember something about going to his house, and the dream turning into some brief horror scenario that didn’t last very long and I don’t remember the details of, but I do remember referencing it to Silent Hill while in the dream. I think it was more just the atmosphere than any actual scary things, going on. But something weird was definitely happening inside my ex’s dad’s old house. Also the dream had something to do with me, and some girl that I don't think was my ex, in one of the houses in the cul-de-sac.
      Anyway, it had gone from night to day, eventually, and we were leaving the cul-de-sac and were walking all the way up the street again. This time, for no apparent reason, this little ankle-bitter dog came running after us. (not even sure who all us was, it was still me and one or two other people.) We didn’t think anything of it at first, until the dog jumped up and latched on to my arm with it’s jaws. I slung my arm down and the dog fell off, but what instantly back on it’s feet again, chasing. Then more dogs started streaming out from some of the neighborhood houses, toward us, and that’s when we finally started running.
      I remember ducking and dodging all these dogs as they took turns lunging at us from all sides while we ran, many of them sinking their teeth into us. I had grabbed one dog by the throat and tail and then yanked it upward with both arms, snapping it’s spine and tossing throwing it off to the side to fight off more dogs, which was pretty crazy.
      The dream had gone on for a little while afterward and, the next thing I knew, it was dark again. I was with a whole crowd of people and there was some major event that was about to happen. It was the landing of a UFO or some shit, and everybody was gathered to witness it.
      These robotic, bipedal aliens had gotten out of the ship(s) and at first everything seemed cool, but then, out of nowhere, all Hell broke loose, and they started attacking the crowd.
      I can’t remember what all kinds of weapons they had, but the ones that stood out the most were the “squid-bombs” from the Matrix movies. The robots would wind up the giant metal orbs and then sling them out into the crowd were they began exploding all over the place.
      Right around when the people started scattering, I was forced to move away from my spot and run toward a wall to escape the orbs without getting blocked by the mass of people scrambling for their lives. For some reason, I figured I could jump and run sideways along the outside wall of one of the old buildings to get passed everyone. It wasn’t until while I was running, horizontally, along the wall, that I fell into a low level of lucidity.
      When I jumped off of the wall, the very first thing I did was turn around and head straight back into the oncoming stampede of people. Weaving through the crowd as they ran passed me, screaming, I saw one of the squid bombs heading in my direction. It had flown over my shoulder and was way too high for me to reach, so, knowing I was dreaming, I caught it with my mind and slingshot it back toward the robots. It detonated at one of their feet and blew up a large section of their front line.
      The others kept launching these orbs, though, and I kept catching them (well, most of them) “telekinetically,” and slinging them back. A few of them were getting passed me, though, and sporadically blowing up a few of the people that were too slow to get away. Unfortunately, being so wrapped up in the situation, I lost my lucidity while fending off these attackers. It was a pretty cool scenario, though, so I’m not complaining.


      After this was another dream in which I saw my friend Aaron that I haven’t seen in a while, and have been kind of worried about lately. In the dream, I asked him where he was, and he told me that he’s been locked up. I know where his baby’s mom lives, so I’m gonna see if I can find out where he is and if there is any truth to this.
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      (Or see the very best of my journal entries @ dreamwalkerchronicles.blogspot)

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