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I never thought i'd post here, but
This dream i had was so powerful to me (emotionally) that i actually made an account to post it. It is straight out of my phone's memo.

Pre dream:
That night i set myself for sleep as i usually do, opened the window slightly to let the cool air come down on my warm, blood red blanket.
I took my shiny chrome earphones and wore them, a gentle push to secure it in and proceeded to plug it into my phone that was playing
a calming winter wind sound. There i am, listening to the howls of the winter wind, my brains weight fades away to the center of my body
and spreads across my back. The wind faded, I feel as if i was floating on a cloud with random thoughts coming in and out of my head.

Dream:

Stage 1:
There I am, walking with my friend Kevin towards my house, it was a very dark and quite night. I reach for this familiar looking
buildings gate and open it, the coldness from the handle reached my hand and made me shiver. Across the hall i see the elevators, but
there is something very different as i look into one of them, there she is, a beautiful girl standing between the cold, silvery steel doors as
they close. The warmth told me i knew this girl, i try to smile at her with a confused look on my face, so confused that i can feel the muscle
from underneath my eye. She smiled back and waved with her pale, soft skinny arm. I saw myself reach out for the elevators button,
it turned bright red as i pressed it, but none of the elevators came and all i heard was the sound of tension between the steel cables
and the elevators as they moved.


Stage 2:

Its Kevin, i hear his voice calling out from my right shoulder. The elevator is here. I look up to see her there, i feel that same heat generating from
within my ribs. An uncontrollable pulse in my neck keeps accelerating the longer i stare into her eyes. Everything stops, i take a deep breath and
ask if we have met before. Like an immature teenager she smiles wildly with her naked soft lips and says no, we haven't. I smile back and stared
into her blue hot flame eyes. The pulse in my neck is accelerating even faster and i feel it burning my blood tight skin, the walls around me
are falling apart and Kevin has fallen with it. The overwhelming sensation overloads my head and fades me away.
I open my eyes, nothing but dark void. Am i blind ? i ask myself, the warm orange light coming from the lamp across the brown walls answers my question.
She is standing to the left of the lamp, she asks me if i want anything, I open my mouth trying to reply but nothing is coming out so i just sit back
and observe her moving across the room. Her naked feet move across the thick red carpet towards me, i feel my body lowers down as she sits
beside me. Her soft lips are moving, but no sound can be heard, i can't resist the urge to kiss her so i reach for her lips with my eyes closed
felt her lips as i kissed them aggressively and uncontrollably. All i see is the image of our tongues wrestling in saliva, i feel her warm soft thighs
rubbing the top of mine, i inhale her peach scented hair and reach for the back of her slim neck.
The warm orange light turns off and instead, its a flickering cold blue neon light coming from the bottom of what looks like a door. The light
is coupled with steam, is she taking a shower?. I look around me and find a pink lighter and a little LED keyring that lights up whenever i
press on its sides, i closed my eyes. The bright pink lighter morph into a pink handle of some sort, but my attention was taken away from it as i hear the door
open, the same door that i could see the lights coming from. Its her silhouette and steam radiating from her body as she walks towards
me again. Nothing, but a fluffy purple tower is on her skin that is covering her private parts which makes the blood rushes to mine.
I extend my arms and put my hands on her wet thighs and feel her soft textured skin as i make my way up to her private part, her body
contracts as soon as i rub her and i can feel her thighs pressing on my hands. Blackout again.


Stage 3:

Rough powdery texture on my face, i open my eyes to see myself on a warm side walk. I stand up and notice a shadowy black
car with two men in it, drops of sweat scattered on their blue uniform as they dripped from their tired heads. I look to my left
sun burnt shoulder and see the same girl again, she is standing there in a distance looking confused. I walk up to her and wave with my heavy arm.
She smiles, suddenly yells out, i can see a vein filled with rage blood on the side of her neck, i tried to ask what, but
she turns away. I tell her to look me in the eye, but all she does is tell me to get away from her, look in my eye, look in my eye,
and with a cracked sad voice i say look in my eye for the last time and she does, she stares into my thoughts, i feel like a god,
i feel like a devil, i feel like i just found everything, i feel like i have lost everything. All ends when she walks away. I could care
less. A crazy looking man in his 30s laughs hard, his burnt black hair vibrates as a breeze hit us both and i ask him what happened.
"Two people meet, two people complete, two people drop, one walks away, one gets his body blown away." Wanna know who ? he asks
I feel sudden adrenalin rush in my body, i am scared, i feel terrified, i feel the sweat in my hands dripping away and tell him please
be it not me. He laughs again and says its her, for some reason i feel comforted, i laugh too, LET HER BE i shout and look over to see
her walk away and about to explode. In the far distance all i see is a small figure of hers, her light scarf is dancing with the breeze, too bad you're dead i say,
she throws something in the air and runs towards the wall. I feel my feet vibrate and a sudden wind hit my face, sharp dust
particles like crystals rips my skin away, whatever she threw must of been that bomb that crazy man was talking about. I look over at the worry lines on his forehead and i ask how did she know she was going to explode ? what is going to happen now ? before he could answer she jumped out and got him into
a head lock, her arms was squeezing his sweaty, slippery throat and tells me to reach out for his bag and throw it to her so
she can tell the cops, he tells me better not unless i want to die. I pick up the dusty black bag without a clue as to what i should do, i start walking slowly
hoping to see the cops, but at the same time i don't want to die. In the far glare I see what looks like a garage with four guys inside of it
i walk inside and the cold air hits me, everything is dark as my vision hasn't adjusted yet, she has dragged him here into the garage, i don't
know what to do, i want him dead, but i don't want to risk dying. I twist my arm and put the bag behind my back, i feel
an edge from within the bag pushing against my back. As i'd hoped, she gets the hint and walks to the other side to grab
the bag hoping that he wont notice us. I see a motion in the side of my left eye, it is one of the guys, he grabs her off my side and pushes
her at the wall, the other two hold me, they know what we were planning. I take a deep breath and tell them to leave me, they do
but everything turns into huge vibration to me as i feel the crazy mans shout from behind me, goose bumps all around my back
i start shaking. He reaches for his gun shoots her in the head all in one move, looks at me, my pulse stops, i say NO!!! he shoots me, i feel no pain
as i crawl into a dead position with fear filling my lungs not air, i am drowning in my own blood. He must of missed first 3 shots, but hes shooting more, 5 more shots and runs away. Is this how im going to die ? i hope that i die, is this a dream ? no it is real, im going to die. I stay on the ground
waiting for death to take me away, i know that i am damaged, i feel my left jaw numb and a sharp pain drilling my neck, my teeth are
cracking under tons of pressure, i can not unlock my jaws. I stand up, i see a mirror, left jaw is broken, my face is deformed, i know there is a bullet in the back left of my head, but i'm too scared to touch it. I feel my face screaming in pain and agony, but nothing is there,
just the muscles holding on tight. I better die, i do want to live like this, not anymore. I drop on the ground just outside of the
garage and wait for my death. Is this real ? am i dreaming ? no, it is very real, my life, is gone. a far sound of car brakes, i look up, why
haven't i died yet? its the shadowy car i saw earlier. "You'll be fine kid, animals survive that shot, lets get you to a hospital" he tells
me, but i don't want to live like this, i want to die, is this a dream ?? i ask him. No replies, he just walks away. I get in the car with
the other two cops, they look at me with a shocked face, but trying to hide their face expression. I'm holding my jaws shut gently
and ever so carefully so that i won't feel any pain. Blood drops from the side of head meet their fate with the rest of blood
that i gathered in my hand. We're here he said, i get out and see a dental office sign, sick people and depression filled atmosphere,
I panic yet once again and yell IS THIS A DREAM ? PLEASE TELL ME, IS THIS A DREAM!!. No answer, thoughts overwhelming my head,
wait a minute, a reality check is all i need. I looked at my dry blooded hands to see 2 missing fingers, i must of lost them during
the shooting, i check again, same thing, my hands are the same, i'm not dreaming i cry out loud. Everything in my head comes to
sudden stop and a very cold wind fills my lungs, i look at my hands again, the missing fingers are there, I AM DREAMING.

END: There is more after i figured out how i lucid, i will tell you the rest if you guys are interested, meanwhile, hope you never have this dream, unless you'd like one for some reason.


additional info: I usually lucid 4-10 dreams, but this dream i can never understand.

So I only remember one of my dreams from last night and vague fragments of others, which are slipping away now. The reason is, I was woken up by someone calling me and they said I had to go into work, I had to be there in 10 minutes, etc. So I was straight up and out of bed with no time to think about my dreams They called me again like 10 minutes later and said I didn't need to come in so I could have stayed in bed

For the past three nights, my dreams have been really bad, but very obvious, in that they've either contained something I do in real life, something that happened in the past, or something I've been thinking about. Usually my dreams aren't so obvious, but just recently, even the ones that were more symbolic, have still been pretty shallow and have obviously related to what I've been thinking about during the day. Last night I had a dream that a friend was trying to kill me and my bf. It relates heavily to what's been going on in real life. Obviously he hasn't been trying to kill us, but in my mind, he's metaphorically trying to kill something that means a lot to both of us. I've been going over it all day, so it was no surprise that it worked its way into my dreams.

Anyway, he was trying to blow us up. He'd been explaining this huge plan he had to kill us and how brilliant it would be. I was tied to a bomb, which look like a car battery and we were in some underground bunker. My friend looked maniacal and his face was misshapen and covered in blood and gouges. We had to be tied up somewhere and then I was tied to this bomb. Throughout it, I had this feeling that nothing much was going to happen, I don't know why. But then, my bf got some scissors and started cutting himself free. Our friend was outside doing something villainous. He gave me the scissors and then I started cutting off the strings that were attaching me to this bomb. As I did so, my naturally clumsy nature interfered and I knocked the bomb all over the place. One of it's wires came out and it started spitting and flaring. I could hear it counting down. It wasn't like it was counting down, but I could hear the explosion coming, everything was getting slower and slower (or faster and faster, I can't remember which). I got up and started to run and I could hear it behind me and I could feel my friend trying to stop me and I was running through doors which were so heavy to pull open and then I finally got into this concrete bunker, where I knew I'd be safe. Then I can't remember if I woke up or if I was still asleep, but I had different endings play out in my head. I felt angry at my cowardice at leaving my bf behind, so in one ending, I took him with me when I left. In another, we both died together. And then in another one, the friend died. Then in a different ending, the friend was injured and crawling around on the floor, but he was still alive and he was after us and we were hiding in the bunker, but he knew we were there. Authorities came and found us, but I always had this feeling that he was out there, waiting.

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It's the only dream I can recall from last night, because I couldn't sleep for about an hour afterwards and I was going over and over it in my mind. I can't remember my other dreams very well, because I was woken a bit roughly and had no time to let them sink in. I think maybe I need to talk to this guy, though Either way, I'm only going to think of good things today.

Lula x

I had a couple awesome dreams last night, so I figured I should note down one of them

For some reason I was a female spy, and this lesbian chick kept on clinging to me

Not today, I thought, and shoved her away

So we end up traveling through a whole bunch of tunnels, shooting people as we pass by just for the hell of it

I got trapped and betrayed by four other people that I knew IRL, they all wore the same outfits so I trusted them. When one collapsed I ran to help him, but then he flipped over and clamped my hands together with futuristic cuffs, next thing I know my feet are bound and they threw me and locked into a small cage where I was baked to death

I find myself at the start of the dream, knowing what would happen if I get tricked again. One of the members collapsed, and instead of running over and trying to help him like I did before, I kicked his head and broke his neck. I threw the other chick at a group of people then sprinted by them into a nearby room. I look into a hole in the ground as I run by and see a shirtless man in the sewers running from something. I turn back, sprint down into the underground path, meeting up with the man. At that point I look down and notice I'm me, and the refugee was my little bro. I become lucid, but I failed to keep the dream stable and woke up, sigh

I’m in my basement at home. I go down the stairs. All the furniture is gone and the whole thing is just empty. There are a bunch of people there … people I don’t know from real life. We all start dancing in a circle. It kind of dimly occurs to me that I’m dreaming, but I think at that point I wake up. That’s all I can remember.

01-25-2013 -- [Earliest bits are faded, but much of the later bits I can remember pretty well. This dream came after about four hours of sleep, and actually involves waking up in the middle of it, and falling back asleep and going back into pretty much the same dream.] Earliest bits, I can barely remember hints of BC and Disney shows, probably at Videopolis. Then things shift to a setting of a kind of college campus crossed with the Cathedral-like setting with a huge stadium / lecture hall area in it that I have dreamed of, frequently. Though it also seems to be shifting into almost a warehouse setting.

Anyway, I have some of my stuff in a big semi-trailer sitting at the docks, though the set-up is kind of weird. Where the trailer meets with the tractor, the connection almost looks like a sort of top, with a screwdriver head for a power drill sticking out the bottom, and kind of floating just an inch or two above the tractor, somehow held in place by a self-generated energy field. I'm kind of unloading a couple of bags of my stuff that is on the trailer (kind of think of duffel bags and my old green hiking backpack), while I may be supposed to be keeping an eye on the truck.

Something seems to be going wrong, and at first a tiny bit of smoke seems to be rising from both ends of the trailer, but then it is getting thicker and darker, and it seems almost like a fire is starting to spring up. It seems to be growing and spreading, and I don't know what to do about it, so I start running to one of the nearby buildings to try and get some sort of help. There I find a security guard who asks me if I have run all the way across campus to properly notify the main office, and I'm thinking that with my size and shape, if I did that, the entire thing would have burnt down before I could get over there, and it would be very irresponsible of me. But that's what he thinks I should have done.

On the other hand, he gets some others, and they come back with me to the loading docks to fight the fire. It is getting worse, and we can see smoke and flames coming from the trailer, and the top seems to have stopped spinning, and is now making a sort of grinding sound as the screwdriver head on the bottom snaps out to a 45 degree angle, and the trailer collapses perhaps six inches to be right on the tractor. Those fighting the fire are now hosing water over everything.

Another truck has pulled in, absolutely ignoring us fighting this fire, and have started unloading their truck, and and dropping huge crates of supplies around and even on top of my duffel bags, and I am running around, trying to shift the crates or move them to be able to get my stuff, so the guys unloading the truck are trying to lecture me about how I am not part of the union, and am not allowed to help unloading the truck or something. Idiots.

So we're down in the loading bays, and it is wet, and hot, and sticky, and an utter mess. I glance over, and there is a sort of a square tunnel in the wall (kind of like the one tunnel in the old drainage ditch where it ran under Dale) and I think it leads somewhere where I can get out of the water. I walk through it rather quickly, and that was a mistake, because it turns out it was covered in spider webs, and I find myself covered in webs and dozens of big, dangerous spiders.

Thankfully, I am dressed in a thick, yellow firefighting suit, so the spiders can't reach me, and I am brushing the webs off, and crushing all the spiders against the suit, coating it in a green coating of slime. Once I manage to kill them all, I start to remove the suit, and then I am stupid enough to walk through the tunnel again, and get coated in spiders again. But I no longer have the suit on, and as I start to crush and scrape spiders off of me, they are all biting me.

Within moments, my hands start to swell up with these large blisters of bubbling and swelling flesh that get bigger and bigger before they pop, splattering ooze everywhere. It is very disgusting and halfway painful, and I am rushing to a sink, trying to wash everything off. Thankfully the tunnel leads into the university (or whatever this place is) hospital, and they help dealing with my hands, which are soon lightly wrapped in bandages.

But soon I am back out in the loading dock area, still trying to get my stuff, including managing to lift the trailer up a few inches, long enough to pull one of my bags out from under the collapsed end. [About this time I woke up, but since I was short on sleep, and sleeping poorly, I did not write the dream down, only tried to remember it, then drifted back to sleep, and back into more or less the same dream, though the loading dock was turning into more of a full warehouse than just a loading dock.]

Somehow they are unloading another truck or two, and among the things they are moving around, are a couple of beds, at least full-size, yet made up, and ready to sleep on. They pick them up, shift them, and then repeat. Oddly I see something flying through the air, and I immediately fire with a gun I am holding. Somehow it is a sort of a laser gun, and yet it ejects cartridges as it fires, and what I've shot turns out to be a bed flying through the air that crashes to the ground, by lands on its edge, standing up. Odd.

Somehow we're out in fields, with some low-growing, young plants along the lines of corn or something, and other fields that seem more like the wet rice fields. Some of them are the right kind, some of them are the wrong kind, and we are kind of walking between them, trying to cull the wrong kind and strengthen the right kind. Meanwhile there are two groups of us, and hints of two leaders that are friendly, yet opposed to one another (kind of like Tecumseh and the Prophet from the Alvin Maker tales).

Both groups are in the fields, and they are supposed to agree, but one of the brothers is trying to betray the other. The other calls all the people together, and calms everybody to stop the betrayal, but then he wanders off, because he needs some time to himself.

We are standing at the head of a sort of river, dotted with small islands, and the bad brother is trying to start up the betrayal again, by standing by the river and trying to part the water, like Moses. But he can't do it very well. He doesn't have the power or support, so he can only part a few yards of water.

The other brother isn't there to stand against him, so I step in, hold out another staff, and gesture for the Prophet (who now seems to be a third group) to speak, and he leads both groups to walk along the banks of the river, one on each side, and to be separate, rather than fighting each other, and they go off, kind of embarrassed.

01-25-2013 -- [Have no idea what this was about, but since there was nothing graphic about it, I am posting it anyway.] Somehow I am at the Hickory house, back a couple of decades ago, and I am somehow watching a porno film that was filmed, in broad daylight, in the front yards at Vinnie's house and Robby's house, and I am wondering how this happened with none of us knowing about it and freaking out about it. Then somehow things shift, and they are filming it now, and I am trying to get together with the females, but just to talk, not why you would expect. Weird.

Then I soon find myself out driving a small vehicle (think along the lines of a golf cart or something) down a slightly winding sort of paved path like a sidewalk leading through a park or something, while I can hear sirens in the distance, coming from the main road. I continue along the winding path but soon flashing red and blue lights are getting closer and closer in my rear-view mirror. I pull my golf cart off to the side of the path, and hope I am not in trouble.

The cops stop in another golf cart, but one that is made to look like a police car, and they ask me about a suspect they are pursuing. I don't recognize their description of a very short-haired female, and they don't seem to believe me, but they continue on their way in pursuit of her, anyway, and I then pull back onto the path, and continue, as well.

Eventually I reach my destination, which seems to be almost a sort of small bank, or perhaps store. I have gone in and done what I needed to do, and as I turn to leave, I spot a woman two people behind me in line who looks very much like the woman the cops described to me, and I figure I will call them as soon as I get outside, and let them know that she might be here.

But as I reach the door, I find the cop starting to open it. I nod my head at the woman in line, and kind of roll my eyes questioningly, and he nods. It is who they are looking for. So I head out the door, and he heads in. As I am walking down the block, I find myself really staring at the police cars because they have some odd sort of warning on them about a killer axe or something. The cops are glaring at me for looking, like they think I have too much interest or something, but I'm just trying to figure out what it is about.

I think I find myself in Europe, driving around a bit with perhaps Jeff G, who is driving really badly, and soon we end up at a sort of a cross between a really old cathedral or monastery, and a museum, where the whole axe murder thing took place. Somehow there is a model of the monastery inside a glass case, and I am lifting up the glass case the peer really closely at the model, while the curator glares at me.

He really doesn't like me, and is glaring at me something fierce, while I notice he is missing his nose, and looks slightly like the Spinx, while there are signs around the placing asking people not to ask about his nose or something. I gently set down the glass case and tell him I was just studying it, and I didn't (and wasn't) going to touch it. I also say I wasn't going to ask about his nose, gesturing at one of the signs, while everybody else around chuckles. He glares at me, and gestures for me to get out, so I leave.

A little more driving, and then maybe a little bit of a street crossing, and I find myself, still somewhere in Europe, meeting with some thugs about some possibly hot computer equipment, and I and one of the thugs are talking back and forth about some sort of circuit board with an 'avocado' connection. And the boss, who has never heard about this, is demanding to know what it is.

I am explaining that an 'avocado' connection is a board that is manufactured out of such weak and poor material, it is like trying to force a thin slice of avocado into the slot on the circuit board without it breaking.

01-26-2013 -- [This was the first dream I had of the night, after only about 3 hours of sleep, and less than four hours after I took my 5-HTP, which is probably why the first part was so fragmentary and hard to remember. I shouldn't have been dreaming quite that early, anyway. So most of the best parts of this are gone.]

I was wandering around the outside of a sort of shopping mall or something, I think. I was thinking of heading inside, but wanted to use a certain door, because it would somehow give me rights and ownership and stuff. There was somebody kind of shy and unassuming (think Vir from Babylon 5) who I was trying to kind of help, but as I led him toward the door, and he figured which one it was, he suddenly ran ahead, to get there before me. I was annoyed, but not worried, as his getting there first wouldn't change anything that I would get.

So I open the door and walk inside to a classroom, where it turns out I am to attend a class as a kid. Complete shift of dream. Anyway, I walk to maybe the second row, and walk down it to the third or fourth desk, and start to take a seat, but almost immediately I find myself (and my desk) at the front of the row. One part of what the teacher seems to be doing it rearranging the desks and having us shift about here and there right in the middle of class.

It is a female, and it isn't Delores Umbridge, but she kind of reminds me of her in personality and looks. We each have about four pieces of colored construction paper on our desks, and we are supposed to use one each for each thing we are doing today. The first thing she does is give us a test that seems to involve some sort of mnemonic phrase to remember something, but it is something really long and confusing that shouldn't be, like KISSOYRCEFNRYBI for keep it simple stupid or you'll really confuse everybody for no reason you bloody idiot, or something like that. You're supposed to write down each letter, what word it stands for, and how you are going to remember it, or something.

I don't really get it, as it seems rather stupid to me, so I haven't managed to keep up completely, and suddenly the teacher is mad at me, and takes away my test paper, rips it up, and tells me I will have to redo it later as make-up homework on my own. Meanwhile I am worried I will be short a piece of paper, since she took mine.

Anyway, she moves on to the next test, which is something to do with bacon, and we all now have a slice of bacon. She is warning us that if we lose our bacon, we'll have to replace it, though we might make things work out with something like Sizzlean or something. And I am very protective of my bacon. But while I am protecting mine, a tall blonde girl who reminds me of Tina H. from Hickory steals the bacon from one of the other students, right in front of the teacher, and she doesn't do anything about it, and the class just continues.

Next thing I know, as I am sitting there, the same tall girl comes up, and just pushes my desk back about three or four seats worth, then places her own desk in front of me. What? I shove her desk out of the way and move mine back to where it was. As the girl starts to push mine out of the way again, the teacher notices the fuss, and comes over to see what is going on.

The girl starts to explain the spot at the front of the row is the best place to be, and she is going to be in the best place, and since she lives on the same block as I do, I ought to know better than to try and stop her, but I keep doing so, so she has to keep pushing me out of the way, until I will stay out of her way. And the teacher just kind of smirks at me and walks away, as the girl starts to push my desk out of the way again.

I have had enough of this stupid class, and I no longer care. It may get me thrown out, but so what? I keep pushing the girl's desk back out of the way, and call her a bitch, waiting to see what will happen next.

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Some sort of really brief fragment where I see a picture of all of the current Doctors still living, and suddenly have the perfect idea for a multi-Doctor story involving all of them, and go rushing off to write it, so I can submit it to the BBC.

01-26-2013 -- [Bad night of sleeping, nothing but fragments.] I am staying at some sort of hotel or something, just a block or so from some place with a pool, and decide to go swimming. Walk over to the place and reach the locker room, only to find I have forgotten my towel and swim trunks, so I have to walk back to the hotel to get them.

I return to the place with the pool, and go back to the locker room, and get dressed for swimming, but when I get back to the pool I find out there are massive amounts of people around, hundreds and hundreds. There are so many people that they have to wait in line for a couple of hours to get in the water long enough to swim maybe a single lap. It just isn't worth it to bother waiting around. So I head back to the locker room.

The two locker rooms are very close, and while entering the door of one, you can see people standing there changing in the other, but I don't quite manage to catch on to the fact I am dreaming. I start to change back into my regular clothes, but somehow I have tons of money with me. It's all in small bills like it is tips or something, but still, huge amounts. I'm stuffing the stuff in my pockets, and it will all just barely fit, and two very tough looking guys seem to be talking about rolling me when I leave the place, so I'm trying to take my time.

By the time I exit the locker room, the place seems to be changing from a gym or a YMCA to something like a rather seedy looking bowling alley (albeit still one with a pool), and I spot a woman wearing a bikini that looks like the Princess Leia number from Jedi, and unlike many, I still don't really find it an attractive design. I slowly make my way to the door of the place, and out into the parking lot, really keeping an eye out for the toughs. I don't see them at first. Instead I see girls that work for the place directing traffic as it exits the parking lot, and I am beginning to feel safe.

Then I notice that those 'girls' seem awfully tall, and rather grim, and all seem to have very deep voices, and I begin to suspect they aren't girls at all, but the toughs waiting for me, and I decide I better go back inside and wait for a while. Somehow I have been resting my hands in my pockets, and when I take them out, one of the bills I had been carrying is stuck to one of my hands. It drifts to the ground, and I am thinking of picking it up, but somebody is following me, and I decide to ignore it. Too bad, I think it was a tenner. I hope the person who was following me is a good guy, and will pick up the money and give it back to me, but it doesn't happen.

I stumble back inside, and find the place is getting darker and darker as it gets later and later. And all the people are starting to look less and less like bikers and toughs, and more and more like demons and creatures and monsters. A couple of hours later, while I have sat there munching on some fries or something, and more and more people, including the staff have been muttering more and more about me under my breath, and it is now almost completely black, I decide I probably have to go, no matter what.

Some troll-like creature seems to want to pick a fight with me because I try to compliment his son, who he is carrying, but I manage to smooth it over. But as I am approaching the door, another three or four creatures (mostly tall, demonic sorts of things) start to loom threateningly over me. Finally I seem to realize I am dreaming, though I don't quite get there 100%. [I know it isn't real, and I can do anything, but I don't actually think to do anything much.] I try to warn them, something like "I don't suppose you can just leave me alone, and we can avoid trouble? No? Well, I tried to warn you."

I grab the first one, and a rough twist and I snap its neck, then I start grabbing its arms and legs one at a time and wrenching them so violently that I break those and disjoint them, as well. I grab the second, and squeeze it until it's head pops like a pimple, before I toss it aside, and grab for the third one. By the time I have destroyed the third one, the fourth one is backing away, and all kinds of monsters are muttering about how mean I am.

About this point, I wake up for a few seconds, try to set the dream in my mind for writing down later, and drift back to sleep, and back into almost the exact same dream. I am still walking through the same bowling alley, with demons and things cringing away from me, but there also seems to be a clown convention or something, and a woman I don't know is talking about my friend Petey, and how great she is, and how she has like 10,000 Facebook friends, and must be the most amazing person ever.

And Petey herself walks up and explains she just friends everybody she meets while doing gigs, so most of them are just bare acquaintances, and it doesn't really mean much of anything. Then I walk up and say something like "Though she does have a few friends on Facebook who really are friends, friends. Hi, Petey!" and she greets me. She then asks "What are you doing here?" and I start to tell her about the monsters, and the other lady starts to talk about the convention, and I realize she wasn't talking to me, so I turn around and start to exit the place again.

As I make it out to the parking lot, most of the demons and creatures are still cringing away from me, but one (looks like one of the Rune blood creatures from the Runespan in Runescape) is trying to start a conversation with me, and is saying something about it is too bad I didn't get together with a cute girl I'd met inside. I look at him and say "But when I was talking to her, there were only two magical signatures around, mine and yours. And since I know I wasn't her, since I was talking to her ...." and I kind of glare at him. "Uh ... well ...." and he slinks off, abashed. Weird.

Feels like I have been in this dream for a long time. Spencer and I are caught up in a North Korean camp or something. We go through a bunch of lines and stuff before something happens and everyone is able to escape. Spencer and I make a run for it but we can't fit up the ladder. So we jump into the bay/moat. Somehow I get pulled back out, and the supreme leader or another powerful North Korean is there with several unnamed guards. He of course tells me of his evil plan before I ultimately escape and set out to foil it. Sometime during that Spencer faded from the dream, and it never crosses my mind. I get a boat from somewhere, and sail Minecraft style for what was apparently a long distance. I reach a snowy place that is called Naria (according to the NKs), and stumble around in the couple night before coming to a place whee the snow is much shallower. I slide down into it and find myself sitting outside of a shelter of some sort, made from stone and maybe wood. My heart sinks and I hear myself say "No...". I don't know why. Then I wake.

I don't know why I keep having this dream but I had another dream where nicki minaj perfromed infront of a bun ch of white people. I didn't get to see there faces on this one like I did the first one. this was just a fragment tho, nothing else from what I can remember happend. I had a few dreams last night that I can remember, this is just one of the images I remember.

Women in a Store

I was in a dorm room, but I think it was also a restaurant. It was very crowded. I had a football in my hand, and I pretended like I was going to throw it. Then a pretty, long, straight, dark-haired waitress type held up her hands for me to throw it.

I was happy to throw it. There were lots of people in front of her but I made a perfect throw over their hands and she caught it. Then she threw it back to me. I caught it, but so did someone else. I fought for sole possession of the ball, but couldn't get it. I told the girl that I did catch it though, meaning I didn't miss the ball.

I was going down the street in a car that you propel with your feet like in the Flintstones...or something. I never saw the vehicle, but that's the best I can imagine it. The only thing is that I didn't propel it like Fred in the Flintstones. I moved it along more like a scooter or a bike, but it wasn't like that either. It was more awkward.

Anyway, I passed a store with an open front. There was a man on a cell phone tossing a large, foamy, red football up in the air the way I toss a ball to myself when nobody is there to throw it to. I had passed him and stopped to check out the ball. I wanted it, but realized that it wasn't a quality ball, so I'd rather not have it at all.

Then I payed more attention to the store. I saw jerseys hanging from the ceiling. The store was packed with hanging clothes, but that was just the opening to get people's attention.

I decided to check it out, and once I started to go in, I was already in the store. It looked like Hobby Lobby the way the aisles and light looked.

There were about 4 or 5 older ladies talking. One mentioned something about weather this was a dream. I thought about that myself and decided to RC. One of my fingers looked a little funny, but I had five fingers. This always happens to me, so I always count them until I have six, which I did.

I walked up to one of the ladies and told her it was a dream alright, and started copping a feel. Her breasts were wrinkly, so I said, "Hold on." I wanted to be polite (to my DC ) and not let on that I wanted younger breasts. I left and found some people in a line waiting for service.

There were three attractive ladies. I turned their faces to me for a better look and only one was really that attractive, so I took her out of line.

I took her to a room with a table and lay her on it, then I started making out with her. It was a great kiss, but unfortunately it was the best part of the dream.

I decided to take off her clothes. I looked down where her pants or dress would be and she was in some kind of plastic case. I lifted up these latches all along the case and opened the lid like a plastic, top loading file box, but there was just more plastic under the lid. I was pissed.

I tried to take it off but was just wasting my time. I took my pants down instead and sat up near her face and made her give me a hummer, but that didn't last long. Someone peeked in the door and the DC didn't want to cooperate.

Then a man and some lady came in. I didn't want to get in trouble, so I was going to kick their ass. I went up to the lady and said, "I'll get to you later." Then I went up to the guy, but then I was outside the room and didn't need to fight him; I was still in fight mode.

I ran up to a table focusing on belief, jumped onto it, and jumped off it and started flying. I became heavy, but kept flying until I went up just a bit. I started fighting some short black guy, though it wasn't really fighting. It was more showing dominance. I asked, "How can you fight me when I can do this?" I was flying all around him, though I was so heavy, he could grab a-hold of me. Not my finest lucid hour, but it was still fun.

Then I was outside. A lady came running up and screaming. Something was wrong with her little boy, so I lay her down and tried to make her give me a hummer. She didn't fight, but I didn't really get a hummer either.

I did first consider helping the woman and her boy, but it was a dream, so I decided against it. I wonder if the dream would have been more interesting if I had helped her. Maybe next time.

Anyway, now my friend J. F. is with me giving me advice on such occasions. I asked him if he'd been looking in on my dreams. He said, "I've been paying attention." The point was, he thought I shouldn't be making people give me hummers, or at least not when they are in need of help. I was offended that he would and could spy on my dreams, but I thought it was interesting also.

I wondered how he did it. He said you take a diaphragm-and he held up some little something between his fingers. It had cartoony sparkly lines coming out from it like it was glowing. This scene repeated once or twice. I don't remember what he said he did with this "diaphragm."

Anyway, it was time for us to fly off and help the lady. We all went in that direction, but the lady had to run. J.F. and I flew. I was still heavy, so we pulled me up a bit, though I saw him pull me up from third person as I was flying. He grabbed onto the flying person by a coat, probably a coat I've been thinking about lately.

Then my dream ended.

This dream was full of inspiration of what I've been thinking about lately, including inspiration from CanisLucidus. I should track my lucids inspired by intention after talking to my DV friends. There have already been several instances, mostly, if not all by MoJoe and MrDreamsX.

it was awhile sense I had this dream so I might have forgotten a lot of details but in this dream there was a supposed shooting at my community college. One thing I want to note is the fact that my college in my dream looked nothing like the real community college I attended but anyways I was sitting somewhere, I'm not exactly shore but all of a sudden we heard rapid gun fire. I was the first to get allerted but then everyone else seemed to get the idea and started to move out of the building. I went through a couple halls then came out side. I remember thinking wow this is actually happing where I'm at. I'm suddenly outside and I see a guy who was wearing what looked to be a tan, pink and orange colored camo outfit telling people to move. Later some guy goes to this corner and says he found where the gunfire was coming from. Apparently it was just making noise and no real gun shooting occured. I go over there and I see some black object but I can't make out what it is. I'm not sure if I even remember it correctly but a little later, I'm not exactly sure what happend next but I remember becoming lucid at this point. I'm talking to a few dream characters and then suddenly I say, "wait, a minute this is a dream right". the dream characters just look at me but they also seemed to have loss their facial detail a bit. I'm standing next to some ledge where the grass is and then I fly out in the open. I looked at something, I'm not sure what it is but then I see some clock for mation on my hands. little words circles around along the outside lines and I kapt looking away and back to see them change. I fly for a bit and then nia, a girl from my old church appeared out of nowhere, I don't remember exactly where she came in at but I remember her appearing in the dream and I try to kiss her before the dream ended but I couldn't do it for some reason. apparently dream lag was the culprit like it is all the other times I tried to kiss a dream character.

Day 3 of multiple lucids in a row.

A little scary

I became lucid in my parents back yard, there was no one there, but there was a bunch of cars. I looked in this jacked up F-150 and then a kid appeared in it before my eyes. I thought for a second No one should be in my dreams!. Then I walked up there and opened the door, poked him in the face, my hand went through it like he was a ghost, and I woke up.

Dream time: 1 minute
Time 10:45-1:30
vivid: 8

A little forgetful

I am in a locker room and I become lucid I forget a little bit of what infinity looks like, so I start searching in there. I started going through the rooms and found a friend of mine. He told me he wanted to be my dream guide. I politely refused, and he got mad at me. He kept telling me what it would be like and how fun it would be, but I told him that I was looking for my DG right now. After arguing, I woke up.
Dream time: 15 minutes
Time 1:30-2:45
vivid: 9


They see me rolling, they hating, patrolling they try to catch me riding lucid

I woke up, RCed and laid in bed SSILDing. After a while my mind trails off and I am all of the sudden looking around this house. I catch myself as the story is coming around me. I am dreaming! I start walking around looking for something to do... Can't remember my major goal, I need to teleport, better wait till I know where I want to go. My friend that wants to be my DG comes around and starts telling me what to do. I ignore him and think I should get in a car! I always have fun in cars! I start getting in and he tells me that if I get in it I will regret it. As he does, the dream starts losing stability. I rub my hands together and shout "Stability!" Everything gets clearer and stable. I jump in the car and it is not moving very fast, when I hit the peddle, it just barely goes. A car swerves out of the way from hitting me. I don't remember how this one ended completely because I am in a car in the next one as well.
Dream time: 10 minutes
Time 2:45-3:45
vivid: 10


Close!

I am running around looking for cars to break into and I realize I was just doing this in a lucid dream. That means! I am dreaming! I walk up to a car that is locked and I just pull on the handle and open it (Like a Boss). I start losing stability. I rub my hands together and yell "stability!" works like a charm again. I get in the car and holy crap there is someone next to me. She starts to say something, but I just ignore her. I need to get to infinity! I start driving around. Noticing that all the cars are avoiding me. I hit the gas pedal and it just barely goes not good enough! I touch the pedal lightly and imagine it revving up like it did when I slammed on it. As I press harder it really gets going and I start flying through traffic. What to do, what to do. Oh! I can go at oncoming traffic! They are all dodging me anyways. Every single one of them dodge me, and I am going fast. I pull on the steering wheel and start to fly. I do a U turn in air and drop onto another street. This street will take me to infinity. I keep going, and the street ends at a graveyard. How did this happen to infinity?! I wonder. I get out of the car and start walking around. I can't think of anything fun to do, my whole plan was get to infinity. I keep losing stability and regaining it by rubbing my hands together and shouting. Nothing comes to mind of what to do until I see a car drive by, I always have fun in cars. I stop it by jumping in front and then open the door. As I sit down I start losing the dream. I try to regain it, but I am too late.
Dream time: 30 minutes
Time 3:45-5:00
vivid 10 (11 sometimes)

Just a strange place

Me and my wife are at this strange apartment complex and we keep going in and out of our room. There is a drawing, and this man comes up to me and says something in Spanish. I grab my wife since she speaks Spanish and I don't. The man waves her off and she just leaves. He says it in Spanish again and I tell him I can't understand.
He said "it is fine to reply in English, I understand you."
"I don't understand you though." I reply
"Well I don't know english, if the drawing comes up your name will you give it to me? My name has already been drawn."
"I don't think so."
"Makes sense to me." My wife replied.

Our name was drawn and she gave it to the man that pretended he didn't know English.
time 5:00-7:15
vivid: 7

fragments: I remember fooling with my sister's broken drawer handle. I remember playing need for speed and GTA 4.
Dream: Me and 3 other people were on the top of my sister's bunk bed, there was a table & I think somehow one of my teachers was in the room. there was a window by where we were sitting. I woke up and purposely went back into the dream with a goal. I can't remember what. It had changed, there was no window, table or teacher. Me & the other 2 people were talking when 3 little african girls ran into the room pulling at our feet. I woke up again at some point and went back into the dream again but this time there was no bed on the top bunk it was a rectangular fenced cage, we sat on an air conditioner. Then a boy and his friend came in. One was in a wrestling singlet and pulled me through the cage and onto the ground to wrestle with me. I won and ended up dislocating his leg & breaking his neck. I heard someone mention the news & an autopsy. Then as I turned around to look at him he was healing.

- I'm on the beach lying down and watching the ocean with my dad Sarah and Matt
After some time has passed I noticed the water was starting to come in fast , pas I try and get up I notice I am paralysed , my dad grabs my hands and pulls me as fast as he can to out run the water , he eventually gets me to some caves , and the paralasis where's off , Sarah is saying omg Kurt Kurt are you ok , i am totally knackered but I reply yeah yeah I'm ok thanks to my dad , we then here some loose stones falling behind us in the Cave , we all look over and see a opening , a crack in the rock begins to open , a hidden door , inch by inch it opens , when of a sudden it becomes clear that there is something stood there , as it gets rises to shoulder height we know its not human , it's grey skinny and has a very bizarre bone structure .
It has red eyes , we are all freaking out , it looks at me and in my head I hear some sort up building up sound like. A strong vibration or humming , I then get pulled in mid air towards this door and creature as if it did it with its mind , as soon as I got close enough it grabbed me and pulled me it , the door behind us snapped shut and I was locked in , I could here everyone banging on the cold rocks ,shouting my name .
It then took me into a cave room where more creatures the same as the one at the door , looked at me , and was touching me , they seemed to be inspecting me , looking at me how you would a piece of meat , checking its quality , they were licking there lips , one bit me , I woke up.





Sarah and Matt are two of my closest friends just Incase you wondered who they were