Savy
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Notes: I've been having lucid dreams very frequently since eating shit on bike this summer and concussing myself. These almost always occur just after falling asleep and usually end with the sensation of choking, resulting in waking up. I also almost always drool during these events.

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I appeared, quite suddenly, in a long metallic looking hallway glowing with a strange red tint. I perceived that this was representative of some distant war fire.

In reality, I had just sent my friend a Facebook message before suddenly falling asleep. Instead of focusing on the still empty hallway I thought about that for a minute, then turned my attention to my physical body, which felt numb. I could feel myself drooling. Realizing I was lucid dreaming, I decided to stop wasting my time focusing on external factors and focus on the dream.

My first thought was to dream about fighting off a horde of baddies. A bunch of grunts wearing steel helmets and lamellar armor appeared. An axe appeared in my hand. I started to fight.

At first, I couldn't move quickly. Something in my mind was holding me back from fully controlling the dream. I thought "no, move faster" repeatedly until eventually, my dream self could move full speed.

My brain continued to try and derail my lucidity. At one point I conjured some fat dude in office attire to grab me and pull me away from the action. After thinking, very purposefully, "fuck off" a few times, he did so. Almost immediately after that, the part of my brain that wants to confound me conjured my dad and tried to turn my lucid dream into a nightmare.

He was being attacked by several grunts, his hand reaching out to me from between a door crack. I knew my dream was going to have him killed. I threw my axe and stayed one grunt, the other disappeared. My dad lay bent over unnaturally over a couch, I could tell part of my brain was waiting for me to interpret his figure as dead.

"Nope, he's fine," I thought. Dad sprung back up, totally untouched.

At this point, I started to feel the choking sensation and knew I wasn't going to be able to remain asleep. I felt like I couldn't breathe. The dream swirled out of focus. I began to hear my physical body making a choking noise. I woke up and breathed. My pillow was covered in drool.

Last night I had a strange dream.

I’ll start at the interesting part: I stepped through a portal into another world. I opened my eyes and saw that I was standing upon a shaggy hill, covered in a grey, dead grass. In the distance there was a hardpan desert, blowing with thin dust. Right before me, there was a creature, almost shaped like a man. He was skeleton-thin, with long limbs. His muscles hung like pockets of flesh from his bones, and his skin was loose and veiny. He face was hollowed, with a fleshy snout and hanging grey hair. His overall appearance was dull and colorless, such that he might blend right in with the desert behind. Despite his appearance, I was not afraid of him.

When I came through the portal, he looked up at me with empty sockets and said, slowly, “It’s only hard dust out here.”

We looked at each other, each obviously curious about the other. After a while, he spoke again, “Can I touch your face?”

It was a strange question, but I could tell he had never seen a being like me before and was curious. Taking his bony hand, I pressed it against my cheek.

“It’s firm,” He said, sounding suprised, “Can I touch your neck?”

Now I was getting a little creeped out. However, I didn’t want to offend this strange being, and so I started to take his hand to press it against my neck. As I did so, however, he stopped me.

“Let me touch it myself. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Hesitant, but still not wanting to offend, I consented and he touched my neck, putting a little more pressure than comfortable on the pulsing vein there.

Next he asked, “Can I touch your heart?”

I assumed he meant my chest, but now I felt scared. I tried to scramble back away from his outstretched hand, but my foot slipped on the dusty hillside. As I fell, his bony hand caught me in the stomach, pinning me to the ground with force. I could feel his skeletal finger digging into my belly button.

“Ooh!” He called out in delight, “There’s more here!”

At that moment, I knew that he intended to eat me to feed his skinny, malnourished body.

June 24, 2011

Notes
Staying at my grandmother's house currently. Slept a really long time. Kind of a crossover from World of Warcraft's Wrath of the Lich King, probably elements from reading too many fantasy novels.

Entry 013
I'm in a restaurant, and at first I'm eating by myself. As time goes on, though, I see a large group of people sitting to my right. I walk over to the group and realize that it's the entire Jackass cast. I sit down at the head of the table and join in on their conversation. They're so funny I'm practically breaking down in laughter. I vaguely remember going to the bathroom and something about Gene Simmons being in there or something.

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Now I'm wandering around some kind of deserted island nation. The ground is flooded with a thin layer of water about 2 inches deep, but my feet never seem to get wet-- It's as if I'm walking on top of the water. I see two girls here, both of them tall and skinny wearing athletic clothes. They appear to be sparring each other. The shorter of the two is obviously winning. I walk up to the shorter girl and challenge her to a boxing match. She's obviously several years younger than I am, so I'm not worried. She puts up a good fight, but I win.

Just as we finish our fight, I notice a huge ship as large as several mansions cutting through the water nearby. Suddenly the water around us becomes very deep, and I fall in, unable to see the bottom. As the ship passes by I begin to be pulled toward the rocky cliff behind me. There's some kind of whirlpool forming there, apparently caused because someone pulled out some kind of key stone in the cliff wall.

I'm swimming as hard as I can, but the whirlpool is too strong. I know I won't make it. Just as I'm thinking this I spot a loose rope coming from the side of the massive wooden ship. I grab hold and pull myself up to the side of the ship. Cut into the side of the ship is a platform with a metal dragon sculpture over the top of the entrance. Walking into the side of the ship is almost like walking into the belly of a monster. I pass through a hallway and eventually come out into the belly of the ship, which is apparently some kind of coliseum.

There are seats everywhere, and the area gives off a kind of ancient feel to it. The thick wooden columns and seats remind me of the viking era. Even though the coliseum is apparently ancient, all of the seats are equipped with modern-ish devices. One such device is a bone arm rest which has rolling letters with which to enter book titles. Why book titles? Not sure.

There is one section of seats in particular with glowing red glyphs above them, but these are empty. Only potential competitors are to sit here. As I look around I notice in the center arena a giant throne at one end. Upon the throne is a man with full polished steel armor, black cloak, hood and glowing blue eyes. In one hand he holds a massive, glowing blue sword, and I understand this is the "Lich Sword", a sword imbued with the power of the dead. This man is the king of this realm, whatever it is, and only the winner of the coliseum gets the opportunity to fight him and potentially take his throne.

At once I see the first match is going to be boxing. The first competitor enters the ring, and I see it is the girl I challenged and beat earlier. Without really thinking, I jump down into the challenger's seats and am teleported into the arena. Again, the battle is a bit of a challenge, but I still win. I'm teleported back to the seats before a kind of magical forge. The forge glows with a yellow light and a sword, similar to the king's Lich Sword, spawns there. I take it. This is my first prize-- the "Earth Sword".

Suddenly, I'm transported back into the ring. I was foolish. This is far from over. The same girl I just defeated reappears, only this time with a team of other people and a giant black panther. She and her team jump onto the panther. I realize I've been tricked. The girl was an agent of the king, purposely luring me into joining the tournament. I mount my own panther, but without a team. I don't think I can win.

I wake up.

June 23, 2011

Notes
Sleeping over in a hotel room tonight. Have been going to bed very early since coming back to the states. I haven't written any of my dreams down for awhile so I figure now's as good a time as any. At the last dream I started to become a little lucid seeing as I was waking up every five minutes to the sound of my mom's alarm clock. Recurring themes of school and crossdressing.

Entry 012
I'm in a cave, swimming in a clear underground lake. Around me I can see my old classmates swimming as well, though none of them are distinct. The teacher is a woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun and a thin, delicate face. Although I've never had a teacher who looked like her, she seems familiar. She pulls out an old photograph of her and her family and lays it on the rocky shore of the lake. "Bring me tokens, then we can move on." I don't know what she means, but I dive to the bottom of the lake and place a smooth pebble on top of the photo. My classmates bring other things they find and place them on the photo as well.

We're going somewhere now, we walk into a huge chamber with a waterfall.

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I'm in Tokyo, and I'm Japanese. For some reason I'm dressed up like a man and wearing a police uniform. It looks like my disguise has fooled everyone. Well, everyone but one guy. In Akihabara some otaku wearing a long white coat and huge coke bottle glasses spots me and knows I can't be a man. He starts to stalk me. I don't start to run really, but I'm definitely trying to lose him. I come to a tall tower. The otaku sees a baby nearby and steals it, knowing I won't run away while he's putting the life of an infant in danger. I somehow outsmart him and retrieve the baby, ringing the doorbell of the tower and giving it back to the confused Japanese housewife inside. From there on the dream morphs into some kind of parkour chase across Tokyo, with only occasional pauses whenever I think I've lost him.

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I'm with my friend Jane, and we're at some kind of anime convention. We're both wearing costumes that disguise us as men, but the people at the convention can tell from our faces that we're girls. We're wearing tight under-armor shirts with padded muscles and tight skinny jeans with sneakers. We look convincing. We're there for some kind of competition. We walk into a packed room and head for the makeshift stage at the front. We're in a line of other costumed groups. The audience appears to be picking its favorite groups from the line up, shouting whenever the ones they like are mentioned. Our names are called out and we flex and pose for the crowd. We get a huge response, we move on to the next round.

Next round and we're on stage with different costumes this time. Now we're wearing fluorescent pink and yellow pixie-cut wigs and matching tutus. Now we're competing against just one other group for the semi-finals. The last challenge is to dress up a girl from an audience to match us. I pick out a girl with brown hair tied up in a braid. For some reason Jane has left the stage and I have to do the makeup all by myself, even though I have no idea how. I spend the entire time allotted applying pink lipstick to the girl. Somehow, though, when she walks to the front of the stage, she looks just like us. We move to the semi-finals, but once there we lose because my design on the girl wasn't original enough. I have become somewhat lucid at this point due to an alarm clock, and I feel curious about how my makeup actually looks. I look in a mirror and look strangely old underneath the makeup. I can see wrinkles cracking the top of my upper lip and bags pulling down my eyes. It scares me.

I wake up.

April 30, 2011

Notes
I wasn't going to post this at all, but then I figure I've been neglecting my journal for awhile now, and so I've forced myself. Some familiar recurring characters here, also a carryover of my broker air con dripping into the dream. Kind of ominous, as per usual, and strangely unsettling, especially around Burnett and the house. One very, very memorable dream character whom I've never met before. I can still see his face in my head.

Entry 011
I'm laying down between Octavia and Burnett, with the rest of my friends on the other side of Octavia. At first I don't seem to noticed Burnett. We're laying down, but we're in a kind of stadium place. It's some kind of school trip, I think, and the rest of my classmates fill the stadium around me. The stadium doesn't really have seats so much as risers, so that there's no back rest or place for your legs to dangle down. Most people are sitting up, cheering someone on, but my group and I are laying down, looking at the night sky. Suddenly I hear someone calling my name, singing it, in fact. I glance to my right and notice a skinny-ish boy with chin length sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a distinctive, but cute, face. I don't know him, even looking back he doesn't resemble anyone I know in real life, but I can still see his face in my head.

I duck under the risers, swing down to the ground effortlessly. He's singing me a love song. I smile and watch him sing into his mic for awhile. Finally, I interrupt him, "Hey." I smile again. I take a couple steps forward and hold out my hand, palm-up. He looks startled, and stares at me for a few seconds with an expression of horror on his face. Before I can even react, he's twisting away, running. I'm confused, and a little hurt, but I don't really think anything of it. I go back to my place on the risers.

As I'm laying there, looking up at the sky, I suddenly notice Burnett is laying next to me. I say something to him, and we start talking. Ironically, we're talking about lucid dreaming. After that, I'm talking about some photograph I have with me. He looks at it in a way that makes me think he's seen it before, and that it has a greater significance than I believe it to. After answering one of his questions, there's a pause until I reply. Once I reply he grins. My answer seems to have made him happy. Suddenly, without warning, he plants three kisses up my arm. I'm dismayed. I realize that I had gotten closer and closer to him and that now we were only inches apart. He sees the look on my face, says, "I didn't mean it that way...". It's too late. I'm scrambling away until I'm hugging Octavia, who had been angry I was ignoring her.

When the event, whatever it was, ends, I walk home to a giant Victorian style house. It's empty, haunted in a way. There's a constant dripping from the ceiling, as if the house is in a perpetual state of wet mold and decay. My mom is in one of the upstairs rooms, and she seems to be very sick. I wait for a long time in the house, not sleeping even though I am tired and it's pitch black outside. I get the feeling I'm waiting for Burnett. Eventually, my mom calls me up to her room and tells me to go get some food for a party. This trip coincides with some journey I have to undertake.

I find myself on highway at night. The area around me is somewhat desert-like, but it's so black outside I can hardly see a foot in front of me. Eventually, I come to a kind of way-station. Here there are a bunch of vending machines that spit out hot fast food. I walk up to the McDonalds one, hit the number of the food my mom wanted, then punch in the credit card information. Sure enough the machine spits out some hamburgers. Behind me, there's a huge line and a menacing looking biker makes it clear to me that if I don't get out now there will be trouble. I run out of the way-station, and I'm back on the road, heading somewhere...