lucid

All night it's the same story. If I close my eyes I INSTANTLY fall asleep, but I remain in my room, like a false awakening that happens with no delay. The only reason I know i'm asleep is that I can immediately hear voices. Usually those of my roommate, one time it was Jake Paul (lol, I've never seen a video of his) and then for the last 10 or so it was the voice of a little british girl, standing behind me in my bedroom.

The dreams didn't seem particularly hostile, just generally weird noises, the british girl would just seem to dictate my thoughts, so if I concentrated I could actually control what she said, but it didn't make it feel any less creepy, just sitting there in my bed listening to some random little girl. It was pretty scare knowing that at any moment the dream could go south very fast, so I would just repeatedly wake myself up to avoid that happening.

It's 5 AM and I'm fuckin dead tired. Gonna watch friends for a while then try to sleep again.


Maybe I ate too much cheese for dinner.

I feel like I dreamt for 20 hours last night.

I'll skip past all that right to the lucid bit.

I was at a super fancy restaurant where two famous actresses were about to eat. I sat myself and some friend with me right at their spot. They joined us, and slowly the table began to fill with all my friends and they were gone. I was talking to them when this weird purple filter came over my vision. I turned to talk to vic next to me, but when he responded our bodies didn't move, it was a conversation between our souls. I was astral projecting within a dream. I freaked out and snapped back in my body and explained to my friends what was possible, still thinking I was in reality. The restaurant had an open wall to the sidewalk, so I walked out to the road and lay down, wanting to show them a car drive right through me. However, I wasn't sure if I was projecting or in my real body so I chickened out and lay next to where the cars drove. This was a hyperrealistic moment, when an SUV passed me and all my survival instincts kicked in, I was hyper present for that moment and it felt like reality.

I went back to the table, and I guess I realized I was dreaming because I just assumed control. I changed the restaurant into a private jet by snapping my fingers. There were still some tables of people left over that were right in the aisle when I made the change, so I just shoved them out and dissapeared them as well. Now it was just my friends and me on the plane, and a weird gangster in the back. He looked like a young 50 cent and tried to make a sexual advance on me, then told me he would kill me. right in front of everyone.

"There are always guys like this in my dreams. I guess it's the part of my brain that I can't turn off that makes me think every girl in real life is hitting on me." Good self-diagnosis sleep-me. I send that character to the front of the plane and curse him to stay in that position.

We have a long chat on the plane when I suddenly get a text from this girl that I've been holding out on IRL, and my control snapped away. She started sending me pics of her in an orgy, covered in lovers, to get back at me for not replying to her texts and make me jealous. I felt such a weird betrayal , she just kept sending these pics one after another. Then my alarm went off.

I have a date with this girl today and my dreams have left me with some fucked images of her.... life is so strange.

Two dreams did pass through my mind. The first, a nightmarish tale of sickness and betrayal. The second, a story of social order, loneliness, and super-ability.

ONE: The Sickness.
I was on a flight to a small caribbean nation with my cousin. I noticed I still had some cuts on my elbow and knees from a spill I'd taken in my dream last night. The plane was small and stuffy, and upon landing, we were greeted by a strange islander. Before we could do anything, he said we should come relax in the pool. He said it was good for the soul. The water was cloudy though, clearly never filtered or washed. I obliged him for the moment, and waited for my bags to be unloaded. I got in a cab and headed to the resort to meet my dad. Some time passes.
When I get to the resort, I sit by the pool and start unloading my gear to do a job. As I do this I look down and a deep sense of horror passes through me. Sticking out from the various cuts in my body were horrific tiny wiggling tendrils, like infectious parasites sticking their feelers out in the wind. I freaked out. Panick. I am infected and I will die soon. I look around and everyone is freaking. The guide for the island comes, and says nobody has ever seen this disease before. I sprint into the cab and drive myself to the airport. A doctor says nobody has seen this ever. They rush me on a private jet and away we go. Ripping through the sky, I look down and see the worst. My skin, no matter if it has cuts, now has these tendrils poking through every pore in my body. Whatever this is, it is now in my entire system. I am going to die. I run up front to check on the pilots, and they are both sleeping. I slap the pilot awake and he bumps the controls. We nosedive. Collision with the ground does not blow us up, but rocks me around the cabin. We come to a full stop and I crawl out. Two girls come to rescue me, and take me to a group of kids my age.

The disease seems stable now, shocked into hiding the tendrils. I spend some time with these kids, but I am not socially accepted. They find me weird, to come out of the sky complaining of an infection that had no signs of being real. At one point, one of the kids comes up to me and says "If you just chilled out more, people would like you. You don't need to be freaking out and analysing us all the time. Just chill and enjoy everyone's company."
I felt hurt but hopeful. I spent the next hour of the dream talking to everyone, actively trying to control my breathing and calm down, and listen. There was a girl who rescued me who I had a crush on, and she knew and made it very obvious she wanted nothing to do with me.
At some point, a car rolled up and brought bad tidings. It hypnotized one of the girls, and she began to attack the one I liked. She was throwing stones at her head trying to kill her, and I stood and caught the stones, trying my best to disable the girl without hurting her. While fighting, the tendrils in my body came out and turned into feathers. Bright red feathers, like some pheonix hybrid. I knew now I was not sick, just evolving. Eventually I managed to stop her. The girl I protected tried to thank me but I just shook my head and left. She realized how badly she'd treated me but it was too late, so I hopped in the car that came and left to find something better.

I woke up to drink some water, then went back to sleep.
TWO: The divisive qualities of flight.

The dream began on a pilgrimmage. I was walking with a group of people I knew from somewhere but couldn't recall. We were on a dirt path in the forest, and were constantly beseiged by enemies. Out here, we all had some ability to defend ourselves, and mine was necromancy. I was summoning skeletal warriors from the grounnd at a constant rate, and as a result my friends and I were the only people who could just relax and walk and chat in the woods as my skeletal squadron handled things for us nicely. Eventually we passed through the woods and through a barrier that stripped our abilities. And then we entered the commune. It was a school, a mall, and a living community. For some reason I was back in highschool, and chilling with my friends. The inside was like my elementary school but expanded greatly. At one point while walking through the school I realized I could fly. I knew it was a dream but the world was nice to live in so I just let it play out. My friends and I were called to assembly, but I didn't want to go.
I flew down the hallway and out of the school building. The mall zone opened up, and here I was free to fly around. My teachers saw me, and were not happy, but also could do nothing to stop me with such massive ceilings. I flew around in circles, ignoring all the yelling adults below, and then flew up to the top floor's center room, which was the chapel where people would get married. I entered a birdal suite and grabbed a slice of vanilla cake in my mouth, but I had just disturbed a wedding so I shot out of there like a bat out of hell. A female teacher saw me and couldn't help but stop yelling and laugh when she saw the cake in my mouth. I went to return to assembly but found it was over, and everyone was in the washroom. I went to take a pee but the urinals were too tall and I couldn't reach. I went into a stall and peed, thinking that if I was peeing the dream must be over. So ended my flying.
We went out into the halls for class. In the stairwell, that teacher who laughed was there and I realized how beautiful she was. She was close to my age in real life, and in this moment I realized I was not a high schooler. Being a dream, I wanted to just kiss her there but it would be weird with all these kids around. Instead I got her to come with me, and started changing the stairwells like in harry potter so we could get some privacy. The only problem was that I got so caught up playing with reality that I lost her.

And then I woke up.

In my dreams last night, my mind crafted for me a perfect tragedy. I will recite it now.

It begins with a simple thing. I am going to university, and it is my first day on campus. I am moving into my new dorm room. It's on the ground floor of a nice building I've never seen before, but as I'm bringing my bags in I realise that I am on a floor that is filled to the brim with pretty ghetto dudes, like my childhood neighbourhood. I have no problem with it as long as I stay unharmed. I get my bags and head to my room, not sure of what to expect. On the way down the hall, however, one guy starts paging me, asking me to give him my knife. This is because before going to bed I was thinking about the rap battle on Hollywood boulevard I had when that guy asked for my sunglasses.

I gave him the knife so he'd leave me alone and went about unpacking. The first day we had off, so I went to the movies. The theatre was full of people playing this iPhone app that was all about sex and crime and loaning money and making money. I'd never seen it before but it was like the next Pokemon go. Just as the movie started, some hoodlums went backstage and started screwing around with the operation, so they shut the movie off. I was hitting on the mum next to me but she had her sons with her and she had to keep it tame. After 5 minutes I just gave up on the film and left. I was going back to my room when I realised something. This app was more than a game, it used real world money and pretty much encouraged actual crimes to take place to offset the virtual ones made. As I walked down the hall the guy who took my pocket knife was begging another guy for a 3% loan. The dude shook him off, so he started following me along with another dude. They started yelling about how hard their fathers worked to get the money for them to attend this school. They told me to give them my easy money. I told them to kindly fuck off and make their own. They grabbed me and pulled knives. Somehow, in slow motion, I grabbed my knife from the guy then grabbed the other one, and stabbed them both to death while they held me tight. The knives moved in and out easily, and their grips slowly faded as they fell to the floor. What the fuck. I'm so fucked. I just killed two guys. I go to my room and call campus police, tell them I was being mugged and had to kill them. "Sounds like a likely story, two young black men attack you and you defend yourself, eh? You sure that's what happened there, son?" Fuck that guy. I'm no racist and I'm not about to go down for it. I flag down the officers he calls in, explain it to them every step of the way, and get the fuck out of there.

Then the story changes. Somewhere along the road after that incident, I bumped into Anna Kendrick. I saw her in a movie last night and was thinking about her a lot before bed, and here she was. I thought she'd be a huge diva in person, but this version of her was just so sweet and amazing. Like a movie character. And suddenly it was my life. I pulled off some grandiose romancing and managed to get the girl. She and I fit together like two peas in a pod, but more than anything she was just so beautiful I couldn't look away. After some time, we retired to my room. Passionately kissing her, we slowly disrobed, and I entered her.

And then I went soft.

For a man, this is pretty much one of the worst things that can happen. The anxiety that it causes pretty much secures the fact that you will not be recovering from this. She starts to blame herself, stating she isn't pretty enough, she isn't doing the right thing. I am just losing my mind. I'm still kissing her all over and generally enjoying having this absolute unicorn in my arms but I can also feel everything falling apart. We try and try, and we go to a hot tub and we try in there. Nothing. Finally, I say that I'll take the old man pill, and I know I have a couple left from when I did ecstasy and my guy gave me some as a 'backup'. I pull it out, pop one, and now I know we need to kill 30 minutes. A man comes from out of nowhere asking what I just did to the water, I try to explain it was a medication that I took but he thinks I poisoned the water, so we get out. We have lots of time anyway.

As soon as we get out of the hot tub, with the timing of a Shakespearean death, everything changes. Out of absolutely nowhere comes Javier Bardem. Before he speaks I know that something massive is about to happen and I can already feel the heartbreak. He approaches me as if he knows me. As if everybody knows me. I nod back to him, and he smiles. "Mr Bingus. Your work here has become most groundbreaking, and it has not been ignored by those in power. I have a proposition for you."

I know this feeling in my gut. Anna has her arm around me. She is shaken, confused, she just wants to go back to my room and feel loved, like it isn't her fault. I owe her this so much. I think to myself VERY clearly,
"No matter what he says, ignore it and go back with her. She is what matters. I am self-aware of this right now, and I will not allow this turn to ruin everything when I am so close to happiness."

Javier goes on to outline what it is he's offering me.
He tells me it will pay 2 million dollars.
Anna is very rich and money is no reason to leave her.
He explains that I will have a leading role in this.
Anna is my leading lady, I will be fine with just her.
He tells me there is a new research project opening up across the country, where all of the bright young minds in the nation are gathered together, living under one roof. And this is where I am to go.
It couldn't hurt to see what he's talking about. It sounds boring, and it might impress her. I agree to go see this place.

When we get there, it is basically everything I was not expecting. The first thing we see as we enter a classic old ratty residence is a room full of kids my age, all hanging out and playing music, exchanging scientific ideas. The ultimate creative session. Something I've never had. We walk further down the hallway and see art on the walls from the students. Very cool, I think. Then, at the end of the hall, I hear a familiar voice. And the voice pops its head around the doorframe. It's Anna. Anna M, from my actual life. The prettiest girl I know. She smiles, excited, and pulls me into the room.

"Check it out!"
"You're living here too?" I ask. I look around the room and Jessica is here too. And I can see other girls bags.
"Yep! And we're all rooming together. We're the film kids of this operation, and we're going to make a documentary about the amazing things that will happen here. And you've been chosen to direct it. We're your crew!" She gives me a big smile.

She hasn't seen Anna Kendrick yet. She's being very warm with me. I think to myself, how could this possibly get any better. A room of beautiful girls who will work under me, a whole community of the best of my generation. Against one girl. Then, as if god wanted to rub it further in my face, I look outside. Mustangs. Scooby vans. VW campers. It's the fucking 70's. This fucking town, for some reason, is still the 70's. That is why everything is so old here, the clothes so cool and the dorms so old school.
I look back at Anna Kendrick, who's in the room now, giving me this look like "Am I still worth it?" Her soul is being crushed. I am at such an extreme level of elation that I say the worst thing I've ever said to somebody.

"You know Anna when he came to the school to see me, I thought to myself, 'How could he possibly offer me something that would make me want to leave you?' Well, It's the 70s out there." I climbed out the window, jumped down to the road, and started checking out the cars. I want to start talking all about them with her, but before I even looked in the window I knew I'd made a huge mistake. I turned back and just started running.

I ran all the way back to my dorm, which I thought was across the country. I sprint down the hallways, around the corner and slam into the wall next to my door. I listen carefully and I can hear bags being packed. I open the door slowly, and she's right there. Immediately she starts to cry. I rush towards her, her hands coming up and her head shaking, thinking I would try a romantic kiss or something. Instead, I just hug her, hold her tighter than anyone in my life and just tell her how much I love her. How much I miss her and need her in my life. As we embrace, both crying, she says "I knew you would choose me over that shitty place." She breaks off and smiles, looking me deep in the eyes. Deep in my soul. She wants to kiss me. But this moment is empty. The moment she said that I knew in my heart of hearts that I could not choose her over what would certainly be the best time of my life. Her face starts to melt. I enter a powerful internal dialogue.

"She is convinced. She thinks my reality aligns with hers. I am drowning her, pissing on her soul. Pissing in her face."
As I say this, I see myself drag her unconscious body to the bathroom, drop her limp head in the toilet bowl and begin peeing on her face. This is the most fucked up, disrespectful thing I've ever done. And I'm not even in control.

"She is somewhere on the scale between love and devotion, and I have just come back, only to mix her a most powerful poison dart. Surely, this will kill her."
I slam the lid on her neck. Crush of bones.

I snap out of this freakish nightmare. I am still holding her. I can feel her heartbeat.
"Of course, Anna. Now I'm very tired. Let's go to bed."

the first half of this dream was really messed up. But at one point I was running and trying to catch up to chris. I was getting that molasses run we all get, and started thinking "this only happens in my dreams."

Well it was a dream. Before bed I set an agenda for my dream and step 1 was slowly count all 10 fingers. That worked great, but then it all went black and I went off into half waking.

This is gonna be a long one, but the second part is now undoubtedly my all time favourite dream.

The first dream I'll dub my journey with Newton. He and I were venturing around the dream land recounting the old days and filling each other in. Mostly though we were just making jokes and grilling everyone around us like back in elementary school. At one point in that, it got extremely cold and he was going to back out of the dream so I just started hugging him. We've never hugged in real life, and after a moment I said "I missed you man." He said he missed me too. Then, he kissed me. That was extremely weird given who he is but I knew immediately it was because I just miss his friendship and companionship after all these years. After that moment I started really looking around and did my classic reality check which is just to say "This is a dream". Well, that really worked. So I'm in a lucid dream, and it immediately goes into my old house. I don't know what to do but I know I gotta act fast or I'll lose the dream (clearly wasn't very medetative at this point). I decide to run through the wall. I smash it and it shoots me back like rubber. Then, I try again but at the last second shoot a portal gun portal from my hands. It works, but obviously I end up back in the room. For fun I put the second portal across the room and just run forward infinitely for a bit, before walking out the back door. I notice everything is black and white, so I head downtown to find colour. Well I found it alright because everything was balloon animals. I thought about sex, so I went into a sex club but still balloon animal people so I lost interest and lucidity.

Dream #2: Electric boogaloo.

It started with me on a cliff top. I was hanging with some old friends of mine, but i was searching for something emotionally. One of the guys started doing a tightrope walk between two power poles like a lunatic. Uncle dave was watching with me, but he was near the cliff edge and it made me nervous. He noticed and started laughing because the drop was only about 10 feet, I just couldn't see.

At this point I felt extremely lonely emotionally, so I decided to go to my old house and retrieve something I'd left behind for myself. On the way there, it began to become a video game. This is because of how much Far Cry Primal I've been playing. I was walking up a hill when I noticed a hunter and a medecine man accompanying me. Two enemy tribesmen attacked me but my party quickly killed them without me raising a finger. I didn't like this, so I banished everyone. I was going in alone.

As I approached the house, it became clear to me that there were people living here. This is when the dream became my most favorite dream. It was as if I was playing Dishonored as myself. A first-person magician assassin. My goal was to kill nobody however, and this was emphasized as I realized who was in the house. The house was a massive White House kind of like the ones you see on plantations in the American South. I knew which window was going to my bedroom, so I just ran wall jumped up and grabbed the ledge. as I looked inside voice in my head said “Oh no, looks like company.” There was a little boy of maybe 10 years old using a small toilet the corner. He didn't see me yet because there was a curtain dividing us but my Advanced senses had picked them up. Luckily, I had the ability to use the Sleep spell from Skyrim. I don't even know if there is a sleep spell but it was basically the calm spell with sleeping affect. I approached the kid and Prime to my sleeping spell. I missed. I missed another two times as I got used to the delay that it has as it moves slowly through the air. He kind of ignored me instead of screaming out which was perfect. He sat in the corner of his room looking at something and said why do you keep trying to hit me with that. I held my hand and prime the spell.

This was my first Lucid moment, although I have not realized it yet. Instead of just triggering the spell, I activated in my hand and then played with it as advanced around my fingers. I tried to entice him to reach out and grab the incredible blue magic ball. He was rightly suspicious, so instead I just slowly walked it over to him and he went to sleep. I open the drawers under the bed and was happy to find what I was looking for. An old box full of items from my past. The piece of paper that have been sentimentally signed by my friends in a dream the previous night, as well as some Wooden Spoons for my kitchen for some reason and a piece of paper make granted me the power to summon a shaman at anytime. The very last thing in the room was a knock at the door. Suddenly I realize that my brother was in the room with me, he was the one who said that we had company originally. He was definitely in there because earlier today in the middle of playing Far Cry he texted me something and it randomly was inserted into that experience. This mirror that exactly.I told him to get out of here, I was on a solo Mission and I would do this my own way. He had other ideas and was going to stay. The boy's mother knocked on the door and he woke up, so I hit him with another sleep well. Stupidly, when she open the door, my brother slammed it shut when I had been planning to let her walk in and then hit her with a sleep spell as well. When he slammed the door, I could see through a crack in the wall of the all the other adults for starting to come investigate.

So I said f*** it and jumped out of the window. I started shipping along looking in the top floor but all the rooms are full so I jump down to the basement. The basement was line with big windows, and there was a guy way down at the other end working on something. I walked in and grab some food supplies before I could put the guy to sleep I realize there was another person walking right toward me in the dark. And then suddenly a girl sprinted right past me without seeing me. This was again mirroring the strange thing that happens in Far Cry when you berserk an enemy, and other enemies will run right past you trying to get to them without seeing you at all. I exited the basement and climbed to back up to the second floor. There was a man in the room that I entered and I took him down. I knew he was a bad man.

When I next exited I headed up to the rooftop to check out my surroundings. I noticed that I was actually surrounded, and next to the house was an old broken down Barn. I somehow quickly got onto the roof I'm sure of what just happened, And as I looked around I saw that I was in the middle of a mass of moonshine running operation. The big house belong to the guy who ran it all. As I was looking around I heard a noise and turn to see a moonshine runner smiling at me. He asked me “what parts are you from boy.” I replied “nowhere in particular.” He asked me how long I've been running moonshine and I said it was my first day. Suddenly the guy running the operation looked up and started yelling of the gentleman next to me, apparently they were good friends. He got a good look at me and said welcome to the operation. Little did he know he'd seen me only 20 minutes earlier sneaking into his house. He was the man in the basement. He was too narcissistic to remember a face, and I was in the clear.

When nobody was looking I back stabbed the man on the rooftop with me and from him I took wings. These were small and shitty straw wings worn on the hands, the exact wings I had feared would be replacing the wingsuit in Far Cry primal. The guy running the operation made a big speech about how he was going legal, and was going to get everybody permits in order to run “high-income swap options” by the end of the summer.I don't know what the f*** high-income swap options are but I guess my brain made it up as the most generic trade good on the Earth. After he was done talking I flew back to the roof of the house, but was so disappointed in how s*** the wings were that I just took them off my hands and threw them down. This began my lucid dream. As I took them off I realized I can violate the laws of a video game, like simply dropping my weapon or ripping off items that usually you could never do.

I jumped down. On the ground I found a dead man with a sword that I plunged into his head. I walked past him and picked it up, walking into the basement of the house and encountering a man. Another man came flying into the room and I stabbed him through the chest and then put the first man to sleep. Suddenly there were 200 moonshine Runners after me, but I just calmly walked out as they didn't know who I was yet and all the witnesses have been put down and some way. I looked up and I was next to a high wall and I knew I couldn't scale it with my video game logic, so I took the sword and stabbed into the wall then used it as a launching point to reach the edge above me. I grabbed the sword back out of the wall and then scale the tree that was growing on top of it. And this moment I fully felt my body and knew that I was in a dream, because I had trouble running toward the tree and noticed that it was the classic molasses running the happens and dreams. Once I scaled the tree I looked around me.

There were enemies everywhere, crawling around looking for me. Nobody looked up to see me. I had stripped myself voluntarily of my wings, leaving me with nothing but my wits, my agility, and those sleeping spells. There was an entire forest to my right, buildings to my left, and a sword in my hand. I was about to have some real lucid dreaming fun.

My alarm goes off.

The dream starts with an insanely present moment. I can't call it lucid because I didn't bother to check, it was so real. I'm hanging out with my parents in their bedroom, and some random super sexy girl who I'm somehow connected with through school is with us. She's lying on the bed and my parents are talking about how we need to get on a flight with some alumni and go visit a retreat, but I'm just resting my head on this girls boobs like a pillow and I'm at absolute 100% comfiness. I come into full presence and actively try to store the memory of how comfy I am without every wondering if it is supernatural. We get on the flight, and it ends up slowly crash landing in a town somewhere. In the town we all go and chill in a park while they fix the plane, and some methheads come attack us and we fend them off. I realize the plane will never leave in time, so I sprint across town to the only car2go left and snag it. As I get in, a girl gets in on the passenger side thinking it's hers. She's from my highschool and wearing a nuniform so I just pull seniority on her and take the car. I start ripping it full speed on the highway when I go off the road. When I swerve back on, I cut off a pickup truck that swerved and slammed into a family SUV killing everybody. I am totally freaked out by this so I floor it, but all the cars around me are waving at me to stay with the accident. Fuck that shit, I didn't touch anyone so I'm just booking it out of town. I never took the pedal off the floor after that until I got back to the city.

Since I'm stuck with this cold I decided to just sleep in today and get rid of it faster. This brought on a series of like 20 dreams, all very fast and all divided up when my nose would get runny and I'd wake up.

The only one worth mentioning was my first lucid experience in a while. I'd say this was my most present one, as there were no visuals to distract me, just extremely loud audio and subtle physical. Once I realized I was in a dream, I reverted to laying in my bed just as I really was, but some childrens radio station was playing loudly from the other room, and my legs and torso kept lfoating off the bed. I couldn't figure out how to get the visuals to start, so I just chilled out. I woke up quickly after that thanks to my nose itching, but when I woke up I realized... did I just have to "open my eyes" to get it to start? Is it that simple?

Another Lucid Dream!

What a feeling. I actually forgot until I started typing this. I was with Chris and a few other friends, and we moved into an apartment in a new city. The city was super advanced and reminded me of New Mambasa from the Halo Series. Next door to us was a groupd of murderous bikers. At first I gave them free moonshine and got them on our side, but when I realized it was a dream I fully stopped time. I looked around my friends and yelled

"holy shit guys we are in a dream. Look around you, this is a real lucid dream. This is it, I broke us through"

I was definitely lucid, but I don't recall trying to grab control. As with my last few lucid experiences, I mainly sat in awe of the realism before returning to the dream state.

I killed those bikers, and then went on to join a movie crew. The film was an incredibly indie love story and Brad Pitt was in it with us. At some point a horde of girls saw us shooting but I didn't go up to them, instead I went kind of near them and never saw them again. Brad's performance was nothing short of incredible, and when we finished shooting he just seemed to humble about the whole thing. Suddenly, when he was talking to the lead actress (who was a complete newbie), He slowly released a tendril from his mouth, that looked like a long strip of bacon, made of sand. It entered her mouth and completely brain washed her, taking her over to the other side.

I ended the dream at this point, to avoid brainwashing of my own.

I was in an Italian town of sorts, and the world was against me. I had no money, and to join the film union that was supplying the town economy I needed a good reputation. A friend got me a job prepping the craft services tent. I was there prepping food when I realized I had to wash my hands. I left to do so and never returned, as I become trapped by a terroist situation that left me waiting it out in my room. I found out all the guys who left when I did were blacklisted for walking off set, but I was still fine for some reason.

At one point I decided to leave my house, and I started to fly up, when suddenly,

"This is a lucid dream, and I'm flying."

I try to struggle to enjoy it, which always has the opposite effect, and instead everything goes black and I lose the dream. I must look this up.

Chris and I were on the verge of something. I had found a material in my adventures that I knew had incredible potential, and I gave it to him. For a while we split paths, he studying and myself finding out more about the world around us. We were in some massive complex, a place had had a lot of inside and a lot of people. I met a lot of guys and girls, and my dad was in there working on something as well. Eventually Chris started hitting breakthroughs. We realized the substance was capable of materializing a small, new life form from another dimension or place, we did not know where/what yet. We knew we needed money and peace to finish this out so we did the only rational thing: we joined the games. This was like the hunger games, where men entered and fought with machine guns until the last stood, who would recieve money and a place to conduct their business. Chris and I found a black room with two doors and held it down, killing many. At the end we had won, and everyone congratulated us. Chris went back to his work, and I went to drum us up some fame. I met a girl who blew me away with her beauty, and she was working for my mother on some side project of hers. I went around a lot to hang out with different characters, but this girl would always be there, hanging out or working, at the place that I would go. Just a gift from god. I had lucid sex, which was nice.


Then I returned to the place of the tournament. Some guys who lost had found me and were furious, they wanted to settle the score in person. Instead I took control and beat them into the ground in front of everybody after taking a few blows myself.

I had a second dream later but it has been forgotten.

Dream Signs
Girls
Chris
Fighting
Dad

I had almost 20 dreams last night from waking up a lot, but I'll just enter one. I was in a penthouse with Arshia and Sasha. Sasha was dating Rob for some reason and he was coming back soon. I went to another room in the house that was just all windows and I started looking down at all the people in the street. I started thinking "If I was forced to snipe one person, how would I choose? Would it be random? Would I try to choose someone who looked like a bad person or a failure?" I couldn't decide, so I started thinking about somehting else. I could see the guys in the other room laughing at me zoning out the window, so I played a prank on them.

I jumped. I started falling out the window as they screamed and then caught myself and flew back up to the window laughing. I started letting myself fall and then flying back up a few times, then thought "This is a lucid dream!"

Everything went black

I assumed I'd messed up with excitement and thought I'd woken, when really I just entered another dream about graduating from the penthouse. Too bad.



Much later, a very very strange thing happened. I was downtown and was feeling spontateous. I was driving my brothers jeep around and tried going through a narrow road that would not fit. I lifted the car and carried it over a rail, but when I put it down it shrunk to a model. Some girls were making fun of me trying to open up and drive a tiny car, so I just gave up and talked to them. I started hitting on one as part of my real life practice, and then gave her my card before leaving to a family event.

Later on I was with tom on his computer when I opened up my facebook, and I had a request and message from a girl who knew the jeep ones. I was so confused. Was this real? I thougth I must be dreaming but instead of reality checking I asked tom to tell me if he thought it was fishy. I showed him and I even said "See, look, facebook looks exactly like the real thing, except for that big black box there that isn't normal" but I just brushed it off, so interested in what was going on.

Sadly I did not go lucid again, although I had some really cool, very vivid dreams.

Dream Signs
Flying
Girls
Tom
Driving
Impossible Physics
Graduation Ceremony

This was one of the most interesting and incredible dreams of my life.

The city of Purgatory. Run by the jews, inhabited by those who are too fearful or decidedly unprepared to pass into the afterlife, a strange and beautiful place has been built up in what was supposed to be a brief waiting room before one goes on the final journey.

Strange thing happened. I was in a regular dream, and all of a sudden I was on the side of a lush green mountain with a breathtaking view of the ocean and cliffs below. I looked around and saw a bunch of my buddies from higschool, and immediately said "Guys, this is a lucid dream. We're all in a lucid dream right now. Everything you can taste, touch, smell, anything at all is not the real reality." They believed me after a little bit of protest. The weird thing is that I never did a reality check or anything, I just knew the second it began. I jumped off the cliff and flew down, guiding my friends. We landed at the bottom of the mountain where a gas station was, and I began trying things out. I did my classic tactic of screaming "lucidity boost!" but my dream characters started trying to cut me off from experimentation. A guy started flying down the road at me extremely fast as a joke but it broke my concentration and I slipped back into dream state.

multiple dreams
Simon and I were walking around a city. Simon asks me if steamwhistle is fresh. I tell him its delivered fresh to your doorstep every morning back home before sunrise. he starts freaking out.

I am with Tia, we're super late for class. We try climbing up this massive tower in the center of the school to sneak in then realize that class is on the first floor today. I go in and it's my highschool class. I see that clark is significantly younger than he is now, and this puzzles me but I do not RC. Fuck! The kids start making fun of me fo never getting a keg for some party so I get aggressive with one girl and storm out.

I'm with my dad and brother, we're in a lamborghini bravo and they've decided to rip it GTA style until it is destroyed. I get very upset about this and blame them. We arrive at a big family party. The entire family is extremely rich, probably because I watched disorder last night. There are all these beautiful blondes my age wearing gold dresses and earrings and they start saying the most intimate thing they've learned from their relationships. When it comes my turn, I have no idea what to say. I make up a thing about how you need to be a good salesman to sell them on ideas like going places etc... to have a healthy relationship, everyones like yeah I guess... I leave because they start the dance music and I want the best possible dance clothes. I go into my room and spend like 15 minutes trying to change, but continually fail to find pants that are both stylish and flexible enough to dance like a madman. I end up with some tight pants that I will to be stretchy, but when I leave the party is over, and now I'm at a ski hill.

This is the coolest dream. I'm at this ski hill that has extremely famous escalators going up and down it. People apparantly will spent days and days on them, even a whole month. Everyone is friendly here because the whole point is to socialize so the ride isn't boring. I go up with this chatty blonde, and go down with another. There are girls everywhere but I do not RC. In all fairness I have never RC'd when I talk to girls in real life and this is the only RC I've ever had trouble programming, I don't understand it really. Anyway, suddeny girls like nicole and roxy from my deep past show up and we have a big heart to heart at the top, which is due to me reconnecting with Nicole and Eliza recently via facebook after all these years. Ended with me riding the elevator behind my crush.


Dreamsigns:
Beautiful Girls
Driving Fast
Social Embarassment
Greenwood