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I remember my mom and the notion of equitable return on gift

*fragment* In a house, different to any house I've been to before. Several familiar faces, leave in a car.

*fragment* Walmart, lost my Nintendo DS game in one of the loading dock areas, looked for it, was high on a mountain nearly all dirt roads.

*LUCID* Not exactly sure what went through my mind but became lucid w/o reality checks(I'm really terrible with RCs, well as far as habit goes.) Attempted to learn the best way to coerce myself into flying by using a trampoline, "super jumping", and other things as such.

*wake up* Almost forgot about logging my lucid and here I am.



As always, likes and constructive criticism are appreciated

-coolcat1711

12-31-2013 -- [This is an odd one with no magic, but several characters from the Harry Potter stories. I am a cross between Harry Potter and myself.] I am sitting in my second bedroom in the Hickory house (not as in I have two of them, but as in I moved from one to the other at some point in my childhood) with three friends from Hogwarts, trying to plan out how to deal with Voldemort. With me (I think) are Hermione, Luna, and a cross between Neville and Dave D, a friend I grew up with. I also may be including scheduling a security work shift in here somewhere.

I get a feeling that the girls might like me in a romantic sense, but if I try to get near either of them enough to try and touch them, they back off. Neville won't even shake my hand, and I find myself just about to start asking if I smell or something. I'm starting to feel really down and unwanted, until I tell myself not to make a fool of myself. I remind myself they may want to take things slow, or they may both like me, and both are backing off to give the other a chance. Or they could have no interest in me in that way, but I just don't know at the moment. I just don't want to make an idiot of myself over what could be a simple misunderstanding.

Meanwhile, they are all giving me warnings about my income taxes, and reminding me that some expenses of taking out a Dark Lord are tax deductible, while others will probably get me in trouble, especially considering how corrupt the wizarding world is, and some of the screwed up laws they have. I promise I will try to take it all into account, as I rescue Luna, who slips and falls in the mass of clutter in my room. In this dream it is just masses of worthwhile stuff, with nowhere to properly store it, as opposed to garbage. I also pet a couple of the cats which are wandering around, but then the other start to leave, and I am getting ready for bed.

Before I can lay down to sleep, I am interrupted. Padma and Parvati show up at the door, and Parvati explains she has an envelope she wants me to open up, and read, and then give her an answer to. On the outside of the envelope are three or four tickets to something, and inside I find a letter from Parvati explaining that she wants me to take her to the Winter Carnival on Tuesday night. It also says there are enough tickets to take up to six people, giving me a little wiggle room to keep things from possibly getting too uncomfortable. Chris T., a girl from my high school (and grade school for that matter) has an envelope as well, and seems to be a bit worried at first, but then mutters "it's Tuesday. Mine is for Wednesday," and settles down. I am apologizing for the condition of my room, and commenting on all the strange 70s tie designs I have hanging in my closet (which is located where the desk should be) which I think I inherited from my older brother.

I think about it for a few moments, and come to the decision that I need to get out more, and decide I will take anybody who wants me to, to the Winter Carnival, if they can accept my limitations. Since I am almost sure it is fourth year, the Winter Carnival seems to be an alternative to the Yule Ball. It seems to be the muggle version, with rides and games and shows, according to the information on the tickets. I lead Parvati off to the side to speak to her (after asking which is which, since they are identical twins) and start to explain things.

I explain that I am a very heavy guy who is out of shape, and tires easily, and say that I will be very happy to take her to the Winter Carnival, but she has to understand that I won't be moving all that fast, and will occasionally have to stop and find a bench to sit down on and catch a breather. She seems sort of nervous and iffy, as if she had somehow never noticed my weight, and was rethinking things, and seemed to be worried that my belly might keep me from even being able to hold her. I wrap her in my arms and pull her close for a hug, which seems to answer her fears, and she seems to be smiling again.

I soon find myself meeting the twins' mother, who shows hints of the past beauty that the twins now have, but she has aged a fair amount, and is now only fairly attractive. She seems to approve of Parvati's interest in me, and tries to calm my own worries by telling me they will pick me up at my door and drop us off right at the gates of the carnival, so I will not have to do any walking around except at the event, itself. Meanwhile, I am looking around for Chris to explain the whole thing to her, and to let her know I would be glad to escort her on Wednesday if she still wants me to, but I can't find her anywhere. I hope I haven't hurt her feelings while I was talking to the Patils. Meanwhile, I find myself looking at my clothes and wondering if I have anything nice enough to wear for this event.

12-31-2013 -- [Not enough detail remembered, but a quite cool dream, anyway.] I am at the Hickory house, trying to get some laundry done, and just kind of wandering around. I think mom and Melody are here, though I am not completely sure. Whoever they are, they are acting just a little strange, which has me worried. Whether it is some sort of mind control or some strange issue having to do with effects of the full moon, I am not sure, but in some way, I eventually manage to mitigate and reverse some of the strange behavior, even if it means wandering around in the neighborhood a little, late in the evening, with Barbara and Marvin glaring at me when I wander near their house.

Unfortunately that is not the only issue we have to deal with. Mom and Melody seem to be slowly warping into Amy and Rory Pond, and I think the 11th Doctor is around here someplace, though at the moment I am not him. We find ourselves kind of being attacked by giant mutant plants that look like they belong in an amazon rain forest or something. They have a bright red flower that is divided into three 'branches' with a central stock that somehow kind of sprays a mind control mist on people, taking them over, controlling their actions, and using them to take the flowers to more people. Turns out the way to battle the flowers is to grab them and thwack them hard on the central stock, which kind of knocks them out, at which point they kind of shimmer like one was looking at them through a heat haze, and then they turn into a more normal sort of flower and lose their grip on whoever they were controlling. So I free the Ponds, then the three of us run around and start bashing flowers all over the place, either hitting them directly on the stock with our fists, or bashing them against tables or walls, instead.

By the time we've got that incursion under control, I have turned into the 11th Doctor, just in time to find that the area we are in is slowly turning into a crowded and busy stadium, and there are people walking up behind us, trying to gently spray us with a different mind control mist, again trying to take everybody over. Amy and Rory (or perhaps Amy and River) have already started to collapse, but I try to throw myself into respiratory bypass, to avoid breathing the stuff in, as I start fighting back against those around us, and trying to free my fallen comrades. It's a minor bit of the usual kind of hunt and chase dream bits, as we fight our way free again, just to find we're now facing a fourth challenge.

It seems to be something in the air (all of these seem to be something in the air), but now they are somehow causing massive distrust between generations. Nobody over about 30 trusts anyone under that age, and vice versa. I am the odd one out, as I seem to kind of switch back and forth between the two groups in which I accept and am accepted, and Amy and Rory have enough trust for me that they can fight it off slightly. But we are running around in what I think is a small village in England, fighting off the rest of the town folk who are still under outside control, as we fight against bobbies, vicars, and regular people. Near the end, I may even find myself morphing into Harry Potter, hoping the Doctor may come to save us, as I wonder if my aunt's dislike of me could possibly be because of the mind control, though I know Uncle Vernon is just a jerk, plain and simple.

12-30-2013 -- On a college campus somewhere, probably Fullerton College, trying to finally finish registering for my CDL class, but every time I think I am close to finished, I find there is ever more that I have to do. So I am in the admissions office, filling out paperwork and trying to find out just how many more things I have to do, and they won't or can't tell me anything except the next one or two forms. It is maddening. I am running all around the building, being sent here and there for more forms, and finally get a little tired of it, and escape to a small office where I sit down to chat for a few minutes with Charles Purcell, one of the counselors from my high school. We're having a decent conversation, until we're interrupted by a couple of little who know him and are hugging and kissing him.

I excuse myself, and continue to wander around the school, where I find myself looking down some of the tops of some of the ladies in the office, enjoying the available view. In a small dining room, I come across several clowns and balloon artists I know from the Orlando area, and they are quietly discussing the latest news about the death of Don Caldwell, and I'm telling myself it can't be, as I try to find some paper in a nearby office, to write it down so I can do some internet research later and find out if it is true or not. I am hoping it is all a mistake, because I like Don. I am jotting down his age, which in the dream was something like 52 or 57, and a custodian walking by mistakes it for the number of a player on a sports team, and tries to strike up a conversation about it, which obviously doesn't work too well.

The dream is sort of lengthy with me continuing to wander around the office trying to get things sets up, though almost none of the details stick in my mind, and eventually I have left the building, and am heading on home to the Hickory house. I find myself on Crescent, just passing the nursery, pulling a wagon which for some reason I am calling a bus, as I draw it over the cracked and tilted sidewalk. For some reason, I start making odd wrong turns. I am directing myself with a compass, but I turn it so that north is whatever direction I say it is, rather than to actual north, as I find myself in odd areas from past dreams. I find myself in an area I remember driving another bus, which also involved goblins from the Harry Potter books, and the NCIS crew, though neither make an appearance in this dream. It is just the same area.

I soon find myself dodging around rail road crossings, and come to realize that I am somewhere in Tampa, when I find myself approaching a strange theme-park-like restaurant that seems to be a cross between Wolfgang Puck's and the Wilderness Lodge. It is either closed for the night, or perhaps has not yet opened, but if that is the case, the opening is drawing near. I head inside, anyway, though as I make it in, I find I am being chased by the guard collies that are watching the place. It is very strange being chased by about a dozen just slightly vicious, but highly gorgeous Lassie clones, but I am trying to get out of the way. I end up half swinging from the chandeliers, half swinging from vines in the trees which make up the roof of the restaurant, while workers who have spotted me come chasing after me. They are so determined to catch me that they are grabbing for anything near me, and seem to be pulling the entire place down around us. As far as I am concerned, this is not my fault!

As their net is closing in around me, I throw myself to the ground, and then slam through the kitchen doors, dodging this way and that until I make it outside and almost fly up and over a chain-link fence to safety. Problem is, while I have gotten away from the restaurant staff, I still find myself being chased by random smelly drunk people. Somehow I cause myself to throw up over this, which instantly causes them to throw up as well, distracting them so I can get away again. I am dodging around more railroad tracks, and soon find myself on a sort of roundabout, except this time I really am a train for a few minutes.

Soon I find myself on another sort of college campus (not the same one), where I seem to be trying to copy a forbidden record (possibly of Tom Lehrer songs) or perhaps trying to duplicate a very rare record so there is a back-up if anything happens to it, while getting ready to play it on the college radio station. They are trying to stop me, and recover the album, preventing any back-up copies from existing, though I manage to find a good place to hide it, nearly in plain sight. Meanwhile, I am still being chased, and dodging about here and there, while also kind of drifting in and out of sleep. Odd and entertaining.

12-29-2013 -- [This one was very detailed, but not all that exciting. Oh well, I still find it kind of interesting.] I am staying in a big house which I have dreamed of before, which is owned by BAM, and has a strange terrace-like area with bathrooms and a pool on multiple levels. I am being urged to hurry and get ready to go somewhere by a dark-haired teen who is probably 15 or 16, but reminds me of Auggie from Covert Affairs. It seems I have agreed to drive him somewhere and he is in a hurry to get there. He is going to be a little upset with me, because I decide I need to have a shower, first.

I start climbing down toward the pool, then back up toward the bathroom, but when I get there, I find that BAM is using the shower, and is just climbing out, and since we are no longer on good terms, I want to get out of there before she sees me and accuses me of spying on her or something. As I try to hurry back the way I came, I bump something, and she hears it, and starts to come after me, so I am hurrying, yet trying to stay out of sight. I manage to make it, and as I get back to my room I decide I will have to forgo the shower, and just start getting dressed.

Unfortunately, I am interrupted by another person who comes in. She is a teen girl, and I think she is the boy's sister. She is kind of pudgy, and most reminds me of the daughter from the animated series Wait 'til Your Father Gets Home. She is practically screaming at me, accusing me of eating her Totino's pizzas. I know I haven't eaten any Totino's but my own, so I come to the kitchen to check the freezer. I discover that actually all the frozen pizzas have been eaten, and whoever ate them then took the empty pizza boxes and stuck them back into the freezer to hide the fact that they'd been eaten for a time. I am very annoyed, and explain that I think Scott ate them all, and I am very angry at him for both stealing the food, and for hiding the fact in such a way. [In actuality, Scott is a brand new roommate who just moved in where I am currently living. While I do not yet feel comfortable around him, I do not believe he is stealing any food.]

Soon I am dressed, and am walking past the large dinner table, where a bunch of visiting relatives are sitting and chatting. It is an odd cross of BAMs relatives and those of Joe L's family, and as I pass, I give a nod to the kid wanting a ride to follow me. We walk outside, and approach a small red sedan. I have a lot on my mind, and am thinking about a work shift, and without really thinking about it, climb in, start the engine, and drive off, leaving the kid standing there. I realize it a few seconds later, as I find myself driving along a busy tourist strip that seems to probably be Highway 192. I realize what I have done, and make a u-turn to go back for him, just to stop almost immediately because he has been running behind me, and almost managed to keep up. I stop the car and let him get in, then start apologizing profusely.

Then there is a time jump, and we are back home, having already finished whatever errand I was taking him on, and perhaps even having finished the work shift I was thinking about. The kid is now spending time with his family, though there may be a small bit about a missing cell phone that gets me thinking about the situation with Scott forgetting his cellular phone at work. I find myself sitting across the street from the house, trying to build a strange model of a roller coaster out of those old orange Hot Wheels tracks. It is supposed to be a short shuttle coaster sort of ride, except it is a small, complete oval, including a loop, though I am having problems making it all fit together right with the coaster station. A woman walks across the street from the house to see me, and she looks like Cindy L, but has the current negative attitude toward me of BAM. Somehow one or both of us is somehow shrink-wrapping a book or something, and I try to give her a serious compliment that just fails to come out well, but we still manage to end on slightly better terms.

12-28-2013 -- I am Harry Potter, and while doing a Runescape herb run, I have discovered that I have the ability to bring chalk drawings to life, like in Brandon Sanderson's teen book The Rithmatists. I have been working on it for a while, and am finally starting to get it all working, and decide I am ready to start teaching it to my friends.

Hermione is getting nowhere, because she is just simply incapable of believing that chalk drawings can come to life ... it doesn't fit her view of the world, even if she can see the proof of it in my own attempts. Ron is getting slightly further, managing to make his small drawing of a butterfly float a little unsteadily by somehow crossing his drawing with wingardium leviosa, but it is a very limited success. Neville is turning out to be the expert of the group, quickly surpassing even me, as he manages to bring his chalk plant drawings to life. He is really something.

Flash forward in time a little bit, and we are running around, fighting off Death Eaters in a setting that seems very reminiscent of the Chinese Bakery dream I had which either never got entered, or perhaps was only a fragment. The location and feel seems to combine the Death Eater fight with more hints of Runescape, and just a bit of the whole spy thing from Covert Affairs (a show I just started watching today). I am doing an herb run while under heavy fire from the Death Eaters, next to a large building.

I suddenly see a large chalk-drawing pumpkin-like vine sneaking up on one of the Death Eaters from behind the building. Rather than come directly at him, it has grown to circle the entire building in just a few seconds, and pounces on him from behind, wrapping him in vines and somehow not just capturing him, but starting to take him over.

The scene is shifting to become more sort of the Calico Square in Knott's Berry Farm, as Neville's chalkling has kind of taken on a complete life of its own, and is grabbing real life plants, animals, and even people, and mutating them into a half-whatever, half-chalkling creature, creating a new species. Thankfully it seems to have a sort of a sense of morals. While it takes over any plants it wants to, the animals it takes over seem to be damaged or abused, so that it's new species may give them a better life, and it is leaving us alone, but only taking over, mutating, and controlling evil humans like the Death Eaters. We're still a little nervous about what Neville has done here.

fragment 1:

I was in an elementary school-like classroom but it was filled with university students like me and we had all just finished the course. I had gotten the highest grade and then the teacher asked us to do an extra project where we had to 'dispatch a tree onto paper'. Whatever that meant. Everybody started looking for dictionaries to look up the word dispatch so that they got the true meaning of the project. Everybody started drawing a tree on paper and some strange guy, I'm not sure why thinking back on it. It's not like the guy was part of the instructions but everybody drew him anyways. I was really worried it would hurt my grade because I didn't quite understand the instructions then everybody got up and left. The teacher told me that she just made all that up about dispatching a tree, she just wanted me to draw whatever came to my imagination.

fragment 2:

I was hanging out with a bunch of people at a party and one girl got murdered in front of everybody. They all decided to cover up the murder and I didn't like that very much, I thought about killing the murderer. We made a plan and had to run from the police. Later on we were gathered around a fire outside and the murderer tried to kill me too, but she acted like she was just playing around by trying to stab me in the face with a knife. Then she murdered again.

fragment 3:

I was feeling pretty bad still about that girl that got killed in the previous dream and so I was being all depressed. There were people in another room that were part of the group that saw the murder, so they knew about it too but they were acting fine and having fun. I isolated myself and tried to sleep, wouldn't work. A lot of the dream is missing here. Then we were all in some room hanging out together and I still felt really sad about that girl that got killed. I decided to try to WILD and so I laid down and went through the steps. Suddenly I opened my eyes and the outline of the previous dream was all that remained from it, and the DC's disembodied voices. I could see ancient Egypt outside so I tried to get outside but the other DC's voices pulled me back to the previous dream. The dreams blended into one. Outside one side of this van we were now in was ancient Egypt with these beautiful, naked, dark-skinned goddesses walking around and the other side was some parking lot to a supermarket. I used telekinesis to see if this was a dream, something moved but I thought it might have been the wind. So I tried making some sunglasses fly through the air in circles, it worked. I left the van towards the parking lot and expected to meet a dream guide. There was a woman in front of me holding a clipboard. She was Chinese, young, and very pretty. I asked her what she had to show me and she said she was the manifestation of my depression and guilt. She ran into the supermarket and started eating all kinds of poisons, saying that it would kill a part of me. I didn't like that so I told her to stop and she asked me if I was sure then disappeared. Another dream guide dressed like an up-beat 80's business guy appeared and started talking to me about steps that I now needed to take. There was a whole team of dream guides there now. I remember that I stabilized once and he repeated my mantra before I could, then said, "But it's all bullshit isn't it, you're irritated, you're uncomfortable, and you think you think you're going to wake up". I knew he was right, and so I tried to change it. He let me know that it was okay and that we would talk more later. I woke up, and still heard the main dream guide's disembodied voice asking me why did I think that my stabilization didn't work. I realized that I was only saying the mantra and going through the steps of stabilization without actually feeling it and making it my reality. I think I DEILD'd here. Back in the supermarket again and the dream guides were now a bunch of weird, shoplifting DC's. I looked at some of the food the store had and there were these waffles in plastic wrapping, like they were candy. I ate one of them, it was delicious. Then I helped one of the DC's steal some stuff. There was a cop outside chasing the DC I had just helped so I turned him (the cop) into this one actor and it made him have the biggest, most peaceful smile on his face. He looked up at the sky and said, "Aw shucks, ".

I followed the shoplifting DC into a zen garden and then woke up.

12-27-2013 -- The first thing I can remember of this one, I am driving down a highway, possibly with Ron and Mary. We're in separate cars, but driving right next to each other, and though it feels like we're driving down the middle of the state, we're also approaching the whole Palm Beach / Fort Lauderdale area, which may mean we were driving down the turnpike, though we may have eventually changed to I-95. I think I am delivering a package down to Lauderdale.

As we continue driving along (what is now looking like a fairly busy surface street), we are suddenly facing a car heading straight at us on the wrong side of the street. We swerve around it, just to find ourselves viewing a couple more cars crashing into each other. Then another car on the wrong side of the road, followed by two or three more cars in a wreck, then two or three more going the wrong way. There are police everywhere, and we can't figure out exactly what is happening, though it very well may be cars exiting a freeway the wrong way to avoid a big pile-up or something. All I know is they are creating an even bigger mess out here.

Suddenly there is a greenish station wagon like the one I used to drive flying through the air, turning end over end as it crashes to the ground, followed by a line of 10 or 12 cars going the wrong way at high speed, sending everybody insane. As we swerve every which way to avoid them all, Ron and I look across at each other, and can see we agree. We swerve into a parking lot, and park our cars next to each other, both pulling forward to the second space in the row we're in. We climb out of our cars, and are now walking forward, trying to find out what is going on. I find I was driving a compact red sedan.

As we walk back toward the street, the cars continue in their crazy patterns, and we spot one guy running away from the cars on the wrong side of the road, but unfortunately he runs right in front of a diesel truck and it is horribly messy. The shoulder we are walking on sort of drifts away from the road for a few yards, and suddenly we find ourselves in almost a sort of concrete tunnel, looking up at a short ladder (four to five feet tall) that lets us climb up to a gate that we can open to step back on to the street. Ron and Mary decide they have had enough, and just turn around to walk back to the car, while I decide to continue on. Because of my size and shape, I am having a difficult time climbing the ladder, and first have to put down the painting that I seem to be carrying.

I hand it to somebody standing there, manage to climb up, and then ask him to hand it back to me. He refuses, instead asking me why I think I should go out there. I try to explain it is OK, I have a professional drivers license, and he demands to know exactly what kind of license, where was it issued, and more. I say after I get off the ladder, I will show him the license. He asks more and more questions, getting ruder all the time, and I decide I am not showing him anything. He has no right to know, anyway. I demand he hands the painting to me, and he complies with poor grace. I then point to a large bottle of multi-vitamins that also belongs to me, and is sitting on the ground, and ask him to hand me that, as well, and he refuses. He is being a real ass, and I am severely ticked off, and I finally pronounce a nasty curse against him in the name of Jesus, and stalk off, though a few seconds later I am feeling more and more bad about it.

I find myself thinking, and realize that God is not bound by space and time, and start to realize that, though unlikely, it is possible that all these accidents and car wrecks could possibly have been caused by my curse against the guy. I am thinking of trying to get to the Cheeburger Cheeburger location in Boca or Lauderdale, since they closed the one in Orlando, but as I continue walking along, I realize I am not going to get very far walking barefoot through all this wreckage, and decide I better turn around and get back to my car. I am going to need it to get very far.

As I am walking back, I find a very long Doctor Who-style scarf that I know is mine, though it is closer to the colors of the one Tom Baker wore than either of the ones I made. As I make it back to the strange little concrete tunnel and the ladder, I find everybody has left, and as I climb back down I find my bottle of vitamins, but the nasty guy opened it and pooped in it, so that bottle is now wasted. Ick! I continue back to the spot where Ron and I had parked, just to find both cars are missing. I expected Ron and Mary would have driven off, but I am wondering where my car is, and am annoyed to fear that my car has been stolen yet again. But I notice a nearby police station in the parking lot, and wonder if it may have just been improperly towed away. I walk inside, gingerly stepping over all the broken glass from the accident in my bare feet. Inside the police station, I find a long line, including a lot of very tough looking guys, including a big black guy who threatens to kill me if I don't wait my turn in the line. While I am griping, he tells me to shut up as he doubts I have any problems worth complaining about, and I suddenly tear into him about how often (in my dreams) my car gets stolen, and how sick I am of it!

there were platforms that represented different elements of my life. one was meditation, another was school, another was family, each one was connected. they all projected different out comes in my life.

there was another part to my dream i can't remember now

The whole evening I am thinking of R.

That night I dreamt that I was at R.'s place and we made up. The feeling were so real and intense. Especially this feeling of release when he hugged me and told me he was sorry for ignoring and hurting me. It felt so good. All I remember is that we were standing between his bed and couch, hugging each other.

I wish dreams would come true.

Strangly that night Mum dreamt as well that she was at his place. But we were sitting at a table in her dream and she was talking to him, telling him, everything is ok and nobody is mad at him and that he should contact me.

On this day R. deleted me on Sykpe. It seems like there is no way back for us right now.

That night I dreamt that I was at my parents' place. While looking out of the dining room window the sky turns grey and looks like in the "Talespin" - Intro. There's a terrible thunderstorm and I can see the yellow airplane. It climbs pretty steep and I think to myself, why is it out there flying in these conditions. Suddenly it falls out of the sky and crashes into our front yard. I run outside and it is such a small airplane. "Piper Cub" I think to myself. I help the pilot get out. Grandma is there. Grandpa is there (even though he is dead in reality). They don't talk. The pilot doesn't want my help. I tell him about the latest crash I had and he agrees to accept my help. Suddenly R. is at the crash scene as well. I just look at him.

This is all I can actually remember from last night's dream. I will try to go in order. The dream was very lucid, but I had no control over it, save in one instance:

Scene 1:

Is a party scene. My girlfriend and I are staying at a resort sort of thing. And it's night time, and all the guests have gathered for a party. There's food, alcohol, music, the works. The entire room is light up in yellow/gold. Apart from certain furniture, the chairs, dinner table, dishes, cutlery, etc, are all gold. There's a fire going. Everyone's boisterous. At some time, I get tired, and decide I want to leave. But my girlfriend refuses to leave, as it's pitch black outside. There's no lights on the pathways to our room, and she's terrified. She's never been like this, and I try to calm her down as best as I can, while trying to find out why she's terrified of the dark. She gets near to hysterical and tells me that if I continue to inquire further, it's over between us. Well, we go back inside, and she gets more comfortable. Then I try again, but to no avail, and she says it's over.

Scene 2:

I'm holding a thick, black snake as big as my body. It's segmented, and has red glowy eyes. It's supposed to be extremely venomous. Since I'm the one who caught it, I'm tasked with removing it from wherever we are right now. I don't really remember. I'm taking it outside, and i'm conscious of the knowledge that I've had previous snake dreams before, and am torn by 2 choices: I could either let the snake go, or I could let it bite me and see what happens. I'm staring at the snake, taking a good look at it while I'm thinking it out. Eventually, I let it go into the night by throwing it away, and the dream ends right there.

I awake in a dream, tied down to a stone altar by snakelike parasites which burrow in and out of my feline flesh. There are two other cat-men which are dancing around, both lions like me, one black and one a dark gold. We are on a hilltop somewhere in what feels like ancient Ireland. What the fuck? :eek: Am I in Stonehenge? There are four black pillars curved inward toward the altar. Altar. Alter. Alter and Mylynes.
"[B]These are MY LINES, MUHAHAHAHA!"[/B] says some asshole from Nowhere. Nowhere. I have to get back to Nowhere. Fuck this dream! I become lucid!
I turn 15 different colors, then settle on flaming spots and iridescent tiger stripes with a great lion man. I rip off the imaginary snakes and leap 500 feet into the air with a great, [B]"FUCK YOU TWO!"[/B]
"Draw!" says a voice from Nowhere. Instantly, Mylynes, Alter and I are back in a Training Room in the Battle Pyramid, which has been altered as a Hyperbolic Time Chamber to accelerate my training. There are shoji doors around us. We are wearing gi (the basic Asian martial arts uniform.) We bow to each other. I summon a Japanese dining table with zabutan (sitting pillows) and mountain tea (Chinese tea poured over a statue of a castle). We sit in silence as I pour the tea with my big lion fist. The tea smells like rivers and mountain air. As the tea flows down the three good luck tiers of the tower, I hear a small waterfall, and the laughter of children in the flowing liquid. We catch the tea in our cups as it falls off the corners roof of the Japanese tea castle. In the corner that is odd, the tea flows into the moat. A tiny green tea dragon swims in the moat, and turns to me, smiling.
I sit down, and align my chakras. I breathe deeply of the tea. I feel the steam on my face, creating condensation on my fur. I smell everything the leaves smelled from when they first budded on the branch. I look in the tea cup. I see bits of leaves sitting at the bottom of a clear liquid that changes colors from brown to green, back and forth. I look at Mylynes. He is a white weretiger with blue eyes, wearing a dark grey hooded cloak. He somehow grins at me mischievously and maliciously simultaneously.
I look at Alter. He is a blue-black werejaguar with one brown eye and one pale blue eye, almost white. He is wearing a dark brown hooded cloak. He seems to have a serious demeanor.
I go out-of-body, and look at myself. I am a black werelion in a dark red and black cloak.
"Hail the Dark Lords of Xhaos."
"All Hail!"
"Hail Eris, Goddess of Khaos!"
"All Hail!"
"Hail the Nameless Gods of Outer Darkness!"
"All Hail!"
We drink the tea. It's liquid DMT. Who made this? Me? What the Hell? Suddenly, I am tripping balls. Colors are melting into each other, speaking to me of other dimensions, dimensions where red and blue have sex so we can have purple, and all secondary colors are lovable mixed love childs, baby! Lines are ripping at my mind, simple, 1 dimensional short lines, shredding my brain to bits with their simplicity. Alter roars, and a string of one's and zero's come flying at me. I feel naseous. No, I don't. "FUCK YOU TWO!" I shout, regaining lucididity. I make a box around me, a white box, casting out astral parasites with violet flame, I spin in place and summon my kundalini energy to rise within me. I become golden, and make the landscape becomes the land of Nod, a primal, savage garden, a tropical rainforest growing over mountain and valley with waterfalls and uknown undiscovered creatures burrowing, flitting, fighting, living and dying on the Green Moon.

Fragment

Something to do with superman fighting a number of Tanks in a downtown/city area.

Lucid Dreams

I count these as two lucid dreams since in some respects they were separate dreams and I actually got lucid, lost it, then got lucid again.

I was at some apartment with S. Supposedly this was in the near future where we had graduated high school and started living on our own. (I'm graduating this spring.)
I can remember getting lucid through the old nose pinch reality check, stabilizing the dream a little, telling S that he was a dream character.
It was at that point that I picked up a ball that was lying around the room. I began to use dream control to do this trick where I would change the color of the ball by closing it in my hands, looking away, then opening my hands and the ball would be a different color.
The other dream characters didn't really seem to care, and for some reason I wanted to entertain them. I thought about a daydream that I'd had yesterday where I picked up a handful of dirt and closed my hand, when I opened it a bunch of butterflies flew out.
I wanted to try the same trick with this ball, it was the perfect sort of thing to try in a lucid dream. I closed my hands around the ball and thought about what would happen when I opened them. I thought I felt something crawling on my hand. It was ready I opened it.
No fantastic butterflies. All I managed to do was change the ball from plastic into putty. I wasn't disappointed however and began experimenting with the putty; how it felt and looked in the dream world. I could tell I was losing the dream and going to wake up.
False awakening, I'm in my own basement. It looks really realistic, but I decide to do a reality check because this looks like a false awakening.
I do the nose pinch again, but for some reason I did it for a really long time, like 10 or 15 seconds. Okay, I'm still dreaming. I decide I want to go outside and practice some more advanced dream control. (I don't get why I didn't just teleport by dream spinning, I seem to forget that I can do that...)
That said I begin making my way upstairs and paying attention to the fact that this dream, unlike the apartment dream beforehand seemed to be much more vivid. I was excited by how I could make out the patterns on the wood paneling we have in our basement.
I get upstairs, and decide to summon some dream characters, or maybe my dream guide for help. I think that the best way to summon someone would be to call them on the phone. I look at the phone list on the refrigerator and all of my waking life friends are there. I can't seem to find any unusual numbers that I would want to call, so I decide to go outside.
S is back and he has pulled up in his car. I decide to get in with him and a bunch of random DCs. We all pile into the back of his car and drive off. After a minute I realize that this was a stupid idea and now I'm stuck in this car, and can't really move, and I'm going to lose the dream. I wake up.