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October .18th .2012

MAP 1

Mantras;

1. I attract dreams that help me astrally project.

NOTE: I have omitted two of the suggested mantras because I think I've got a grasp on their intended goals. They basically drill the dream journaling routine in your brain. I've got that covered.

"Nuked Blues"
Keywords: high heels, k**** high school, activities sign-up.
I am taking a friend upstairs to see Ferguson. When we get to him, I see that he is in bad shape. As if someone stuck him in the microwave. I am surprised and embarrassed at the state of him.
Players & Connections: A close friend
Event Sequence:

1. Up the stairs
2. Inspect the plant
3. Question reality
4. Accepted reality
5. Embarrassed by failure

Symbolism: Seemingly literal.
Signposts: Poor quality reefer.
Questions: Why was I embarrassed by the state of the plant as opposed to just upset.
Thoughts, feelings, and guesswork: I prematurely trimmed a tiny piece of Ferguson to test. I used a quick-dry method involving a low powered microwave session. I'm guessing that this dream was telling me that if my plant turns out unimpressive, I can not know if it was my premature trim job, the nature of the plant etc.

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MAP 2 Omitted
MAP 3

Mantras;

1. I am a spirit body, capable of experiencing dimensions beyond this.
2. I have the ability to separate from my body, return safely and remember.

"Potluck"
Keywords: Party, food, embarrassment.
I find myself at a party. I believe it is at some version of Ken and Suzette's. There are countless dishes of food. Amanda C. and Guy are here. They are together. I think I ask her if she's out of Ashland for good. I'm sitting on the couch eating the plate I've made; mac & cheese, stuffing; a roll shaped like a hot dog bun. I remember being one of the first to eat after the food was set out. I see a funny shaped glass bowl. It has many contours and etched lines. I realize I'm at my dream home when I'm standing outside the living/dining room area. I have a ladle full of some sort of beef stew. I taste the edge. I consider rinsing the ladle off in the theoretical sink. I probably would have just put it back but I sense someone saw me and it's my oldest sister. She is in the room to my left, partially hidden by a white wall partition. She sits in the corner of an over sized, maybe sectional couch. We exchange words. I'm embarrassed that she caught me double dipping and try to laugh it off. She tells me that she will bring me a bowl to put the soup I've touched in.
Players & Connections: My older sister and overeating.
Event Sequence:

1. At gathering
2. Run into DC 1 and 2.
3. Question DC 2 concerning real-life events.
4. Assess and select food.
5. Sit and eat.
6. Question ethical behavior.
7. Sense entity.
8. Converse with DC 3.

Symbolism: 1st to eat,
Signposts: Poor decisions met with shame.
Questions: What's going on brain?
Thoughts, feelings, and guesswork: CLASSIFIED

I took a nap and had a dream. I recounted it to a friend, so I'm just going to copy paste that recount rather than retype the whole thing again

I don't remember much of the dream at first,

though later during the dream I "remember" and earlier part of the dream, so it may be a bit confusing

THe earliest I can actually remember I am sitting in a rectangular tent

THe tent seems to be in yellow with green banners

and it's a very canvas type cloth like stalls from the Renaissance festival, no surprise there because that's where I've been all day

there are wooden benches all around the edges of this tent, and people are sitting on them listening to a woman in the center

the woman is very small and graceful, and she turns as she addresses the entire tent,

so while she's talking with her hands and turning. it almost looks like she's dancing

and she's talking about the future of the craft

and how we need to be teaching our children, or it will die out. That the majority of craft members were younger folk who stumbled into it
in the dream a notebook is passed my way

and it's a planner, turned back a few months to an old month, and in the notes is written a single line asking me what I think of the womans speach

I look the direction the notebook was passed from, and sitting almost caddy corner to me is a really pretty boy with long dark hair and a thin almost feminine face

He smiles gently, he looks younger than me, but in his movements and facial expressions he looks much older

I take the pen that's in the spiral of the book, and write that I think she's right and I have heard the same from another high priestess

then I pass it back to him, and he writes back asking me who I heard it from, and passes it back, I write it I heard it from, he then changes the subject to my hands and tells me he can't help but notice how small they are, to which I start to reply, but then my attention is brought back to the lady in the center

she's talking now about how most of the council members are old and none of the newer folks can relate to them, and that we need more young council members that the newcommers can relate to

or else we'll never keep new comers in the craft and it will die out

Then the guy whos been passing the notes speaks up that he is the youngest council member, and that the second youngest council member is five years his senior, and the one after him is 10 years his senior

Then I realize that I am not helping the case for younger people being responsible enough for a council position if I'm passing notes back and forth like a child

so I close the book, pass it back to him, stand up and walk out of the tent

I start to walk up a grassy path up a hill, and I see my dad who is VERY anti craft, lol

and my younger brother, only instead of being 22 like he is now, he's 10

and they're waiting for me at the top of the hill. They ask me where I've been and I tell them, but then instead of getting angry my father tells me I need to go back so that I can learn more and find out how I can help

He tells me that while it's true I am not helping by passing notes, there are ways that I can help, and if I just stand up and walk away, that help will never be realized

SO I turn around and start to go back. I have to step over some train tracks to get back, and as I do a cloud starts to cover the sun, and it's a HUGE dark cloud, and I can see as it slowly covers the sun the shadow it casts moves over me, and then down the hill in front of me until the afternoon sun looks like evening

I look up into the sky, and it's suddenly very stormy looking, and I get a bad feeling, like something bad is going to happen. I wonder for a moment if a plane will crash from the sky or if lightening will strike the place on fire

But then I remember the tent of witches, and that in my heart I really do believe in magic and I have seen it work in the most direct indirect ways possible lol

so I decide to continue back to the tent where I am sure everyone's energies will keep everyone safe.

My father starts trying to talk me out of it though, telling me that I can just walk away like I originally planned, he didn't think it was safe to walk back in a storm

to which I tell him that my help is no less needed just because it's storming. IN fact, if things are rough, they need my help more.

and I start walking back, confident that I will be safe when I have reached the tent.... the wind blows and the scarves I'm wearing fluter out in front of me, and I look up to see people stepping out of the tent some fifty feet away... then my kids came into the room and woke me up

i was in this expensive looking house, visiting someone of there or possibly there on vacation. I remember trying to escape someone or something. Then proceded to go outside and there were kids who i thought were from my camp but later realized they were from a television show. cant quite remember what my dream was about. Also i went shopping and there was someone famous there and the isle i really wanted to go into was closed off because thats where the famous person was and i couldnt get those items i needed

A dream fragment. I remembered more but I didn't write them in. I forgot to recall.

I've prepared food and other essentials for a trek through Mataki, in New Zealand. IRL I went here to the Mataki Lodge (my school's property) once last month. For some reasons I have to do the walk again and I'm going with the same teacher who led my group, except that this it's just me and him. I walk out of the Lodge and he was waiting for me. I really don't want to do the walk so I'm quite relieved when I woke up.

Spoiler for Additional Details that would only make sense to me:

There was some kind of a shop in the Lodge, it looked like the house shop in the house I stayed for holiday two weeks ago. There were no one inside, but I used my money somehow, like it's a game.

Portal (7:00)

Someone has opened a hellish portal in my basement. Creatures are crawling out of it, and I have to hit them with spells that fire balls of energy. I jump around the furniture, which quite large in proportion to my body.

Gold Model (9:20)

I'm trying to infiltrate an enemy base. It's near an outdoor carnival of some kind. I'm trying to find an elevator. I'm pretty sure it's here somewhere, but it's well hidden. There are people walking everywhere; they're mobilizing for some kind of attack. Eventually I find an express elevator of some kind. It takes me to a room full of high-tech jet-packs. A couple of soldiers are in the room, and I recognize them. Bad news. They're picking out which jet-packs to use in the coming deployment. They spot the one I arrived in and get very excited, because apparently the "Gold" model is quite good. I suppose it makes sense that the leader's personal transportation would be the best model available. They start coming my way, and I'm worried I'll be seen.

My sensey gave us tea and i went to wash hands. I saw hands, remembered about RC, made RC, and went outdor to my neighbour. i noked the door, there were several teens. I said trick-o treat, is here anybody from DV? One blond hair girl said -yes, me. I ask - what is your nick - she answered, but i don't remember and i ask - what is your real name - she said angelika. and i flew away to the other neighbours. there were several old women and they sold something. I said trick-o treat, is here anybody from DV? one of them said - no, but somebody from DV lives in thouse houses. I moved to the 3- story building, but two o three of the old women followed me and tried to steal my attention. I said them several times to lie down, but they stood up quikly and follow me again. i killed one of them with a gun. it was very cruel with blood and cries. then i went into the entrance on the first floor. there were very old doors and i noked to the all four doors. several people opened, i said trick-o treat, is here anybody from DV? and even tried to splash some rice. one man said that one of DV mamberes lived in his flat, but at that time he wasn't in. I asked - what is his nik - he said - VEHIPOLIS and a ask about real name - he said - SUPER. May be sent him a massage? I said - no and went outdoor and exit a dream.

Waking dream "worm" with soft exoskeleton. Moving straight ahead away from me. I kinda follow like a whisp of smoke wanting to gently-touch little-long creature.

About a centermeter tall, girth 1.5 centermeter and about 15 centermeters (6 inches) long.

Maybe I was following in a little white mouse body.

The worm thingy never wiggled. It moved in a straight line. I saw no feet but it was not slithering. So, it may had millions of tiny millipede feet directly under body out of sight.

When a small catapiller is stung by an ant it gets a bit paralised and cannot curl around it self for protection. May be this little "thingy" normaly can wiggle and sway but wasn't doing that while "I" was curiously following. I was looking down a bit on the interesting worm. So I wasn't an ant, I was more the size of a mouse.

I was in a school room, having just had an experimental genetic splicing method tried on me, and I had to awkwardly explain to a suited man that I thought it was maybe a good idea in theory but as it was they shouldn't try it on lots of people. I felt stronger, more alive, but I thought it wasn't ready yet, or maybe people weren't.

I think these connected into dreams, but I had such a lazy weekend, that I didn't even care to write down my dreams. I can't remember these dreams being particularly interesting, anyway.

I was in the bathrooms at my tech school. All of the toilet stalls were very dirty. I was trying to find a stall so that I could go poop. I ended up barging in on this guy who was. [Clears Throat] Doodling with his Wong, if you know what I mean.

A fragment that fairly accurately played out the scene from the scene from the last star wars movie where Obi-Wan and Anikin are fighting on the lava planet. I was Anikin for awhile then I flew out of his body and watched Obi-Wan cut my arms and legs off.

Something where someone handed me a plastic shopping bag with a woman's breast in it. There was some other stuff in the bag too. I was really grossed out and wanted to get rid of it.

Something about building a huge sort of Roman/Greek looking city that involved all of these stone bridges going though these mountains. It became this video game like Minecraft after awhile.

This last one was actually more of a dream. My dad was really upset that some guy at his work was better at math than he was, and he had spent the entire night trying to figure out these equations. I looked at it, and told him that the math was really easy.
He handed it over to me, and then I realized that I couldn't figure it out. I went and got math notes from my backpack, and a calculator. I spent a few minutes looking over the equations by myself, but couldn't figure it out.
Also know that I didn't actually see anything on the paper and the equations because it was a dream.
I asked him what the math was for; what I was calculating. He showed me where the math was, it was a trivia question on the back of a cereal box.

Had a very vivid dream that I was in the middle of a film, which seemed real at times, as if I forgot it was a film where we were trying to prove that this woman was a fraudster of some sort, an elaborate ploy was devised and an aiport - there was a lot more to it than this, recall not great.

Fragments of a dream where I was in a landscape flighting some sort of entities, although I was able to defeat some of these 'monsters' they would come in greater waves of numbers so eventually I bailed and hid.

Strange dream of being with CL and her old neighbour's dog was being relaly aggresive towards me. It eventually leapt at me and missed me, it went over my head although I could feel it's paws on my hair. Went upstairs with CL and NE, weird situation ensued...

Last night I had a few dreams but i didn't try to remember them so ive ended up forgetting. There is only one dream that i clearly remember because it was vivid and very clear.

Last night I woke up around 5 AM and i attempted to do a wild but i just couldn't clear my mind. Id get small vibrations to indicate SP but it wasn't enough. Eventually I ended up falling asleep and I had a dream where I was still sleeping in my bed tryin to clear my mind when all of a sudden something started tugging at my leg. I didn't think anything of it at first because i thought it was a SP indication but then my leg started to raise up slightly and something began pulling me out of the bed. I realized this was actually happening and I immediately freaked out, ran out of my room and jumped into my Moms bed I went to sleep next to her still freaked out but she didn't even notice I was there like she couldn't feel me. I woke up after i closed my eyes on her bed.

0928/12
3:00
Non lucid
Notes
Lucid

Part 1
Actually woke up from sleep. I lay still and tried to remember my dreams.
I remembered a fragment of a line of metal fold out chairs with some people filling some of the seats. A big person in the middle chair had a red hooded sweatshirt on. Something was going on but I can't remember what.
I was to tired to get up and write this down or try WBTB so I settled on doing a MILD
Tons of colourful imagery flowed through my mind.... Houses, a Lion, other animals, and landscapes. Then I saw to ovals(one blue and one orange) with holes in them form into the tops of two industrial like containers. Both were about the size of a trash can but were slightly skinnier and had straight sides.

They were made out of metal and had minorly complex rods and levers to open and lock them shut. The origional ovals had transformed into a second layer that resembled the top of a smooth shiitake mushroom (no flat spots but not to rounded either). The tops still had holes in them and covered a flat lid that shared a ceiling surface with the containers. The shiitake like covers attached to the underlying lid via welded tabs around the circumference of its curved base. I think that some sort of filtering vent contraptions were hidden between the curved top lids and the flat ceiling lids. The lid assemblies also had heavy duty hinges that connected them to the containers. The two containers colors (blue and orange respectively) were very vivid. Over all the shape of each container was like super cylindrical salt or pepper shaker with contraptions on them, larger and fewer holes in the top, and a ceiling surface.

I liked this imagery and the two containers became dozens of vivid blue and orange containers all laid out in front of me. Then this faded and I thought I'd get up to use the restroom. False Awakening

Part 2
I spun my feet out of bed as I lifted my body up. I floated effortlessly on to my feet and realized that I was dreaming. I stood beside my bed and then dizilly made my way over to the middle of my bedroom. Even though I knew I was dreaming I also felt that I was trying to WILD for some reason and I felt disoriented. I decided to lie back down because I found the disorientation to be uncomfortable. I stumbled over a laundry basket and foot board that don't exist in real life. I fell face first toward the bed, hovered about 4 inches from the covers, and then sank a little.

I awoke for real, did a reality check, and got up for a minute.

[Sunday, October 28th, 2012]
(This is the last of a series of dreams, and the only one I remember vividly. There was one dream of me on a desert reality show with a multitude of challenges. Before that I was at a strange shopping mall.)
I'm at my old house, everything is identical almost. Everyone is doing their own thing in the house, Brent is on the computer and playing games, Casey is watching TV in the living room, Mom is in her room. I'm wandering around the house.

I walked out into the kitchen and turn straight into the computer room. I want on the computer pretty bad. But I forget about it and walk away.

I walk to the bathroom.
I turn on the shower, as I need one bad. All of the water droplets that hit the tub turned brown. I couldn't explain it. But it must be because the shower floor is dirty already and its just becoming clear with water? I cup water in my hands and splash it on the tub until its clean and I get in.

After I clean myself and soak for awhile, I wrap a towel around my bottom-half and walk into my Mom's room and begin talking to her.

I was on a gameshow sort of thing for a week, but I got kicked off or fired the last day on a Friday. It was supposed to keep going and they'd add new members all the time but I didn't make the cut for some reason.
It took place in the middle of the desert.
I complained to my Mom about how I had lost, but how I was excited that I was going to be on a cartoon remake of the show that would air this weekend! I wondered to myself how I would be portrayed on a cartoon.

I walked into the old bedroom-
Brent was playing Nintendo 64. "I wish I could play guitar hero though..."
I suggest to him, "Nathan has Guitar Hero for the Playstation 1! Maybe we could borrow it!)

Casey was telling me about how he wanted to play an American Idol sort of game that he used to play when he went to camp once.

Just then we looked out the window, the whole family, and we saw dark clouds in the distance, looming over the mountains. Mom had her boyfriend over, who was like a combination of Gordon, Ed, Dad and all of the rest of them. My Mom's boyfriend complained because he couldn't hear the storm, because of the all of the TV's and receivers and VCRs and DVD players humming and buzzing. I worked to turn them off, but had immense trouble for some reason. Only some of them would turn off, and some would just reset when I hit the buttons. I gave up as I couldn't turn off the last satellite receiver.

We worked to put the blinds and livingroom curtains back up. It was more complex than it should have been.

We went around the house fortifying all of the windows and doors and closing everything for sure. I went to the back bedroom, by the old computer room, and checked the window. The one on the left (that normally doesn't exist) was fine, but the one on the right above the bed was creaked open a little. I worked to close it as much as I could when I noticed it was raining... or leaking through the window or something. It was wet around the window.
I through my shirt off and tried wiping off the window and putting it up against where it leaked.

Casey walked in and said, "The whole bed's soaked!" He was right, the rain was dripping through the ceiling! It was happening everywhere. Water was leaking through everywhere. I grabbed a towel and set it over the bed to cover the blanket and anything else. I went to the closet just as my Dad walked in. I quickly made sure I was turned away so he didn't see my tattoo.

I thought to myself, "Had he seen my tattoo earlier?" I quickly put on a purple shirt I found in the laundry hamper. I grabbed more towels and layed them over the bed. I walked out into the living room and saw that the wall was covered in rain drops, continuously being dropped. The rain was getting in somehow, as if our house was made of paper.

<dream ends>

If you don't want to read my semi-log on the tulpa, just look for the next set of "===" and read the dream below.
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Well fuck, forgot an important concept to be aware of. If I try to make my tulpa exactly like a fictional character, or even a person in waking life, obviously that causes:

Inferiority complexes
Identity Crisis

which equals

CHAOS.

FUCK. DAMN IT LINK, why didn't you go through the obvious. But......ugh, having an attachment for a tulpa to look like some character you like in the short term is so compelling, but in the long term, it obviously will be a detriment if you aren't open to it being free to alter and change....like a "results may vary," and not being suppressive of it.

I don't mind what my tulpa looks like, I don't mind if she wants to use other forms. I think I need to rethink this whole deal, and go back to realizing that being so fixated on the exact replica of someone is not going to be good, especially if they'll be with me for the rest of my life.

Which means I have to be open-minded on what form they want to take.

Alright...just calm down Link, just take this as a step towards improving interaction with your Tulpa.

Also, I know someone is going to think I'm crazy making a tulpa, but that's your own opinion. Not going to live forever, so might as well take the time in this life to do as many things that can actually be a benefit to you.

People think "imaginary" constructs are absurd and that you're crazy, but who's to say that something that can actually be created into a reality, your own reality of course, is crazy? What makes you think that you have the audacity to declare with such pride, as if you know all the secrets to the universe and what can happen and what can't happen?

We're all fucking clueless, no matter how much knowledge we obtain. That's the point, elevating above your Bullshit meter that constricts you so much, that you start seeing that all that really matters is how you see reality in your eyes.

That reality even in this universe isn't something static....you only make what's static by what you choose to be static in your life. Friends that come and go, friends you want to hold on to, same goes for family.

But of course, having room for doubt is ALWAYS necessary when going into concepts like Tulpa.

BUT, it should only be a beck and call case scenario. And with that logic, GO forth, and go beyond the techniques for creating a tulpa, and use mind, body, and spirit to make it a reality.

Don't let other people who are afraid to experiment, rationalize, LEARN from mistakes, improve, EVOLVE mentally get you down on these things.

There's too many people to worry about things like that. Be happy in your endeavors, be happy in the experimentation, and by all fucking means, be happy in going into the unknown, and expanding your knowledge.

We can spend our lives reading textbooks, going by preset convictions, but if you really want to fucking evolve and not be some kind of clone, do yourself a favor, and realize the potential is OUT there.

You just have to get over yourself on "no I can't do this because I might go insane!"

Insanity, in my opinion, shouldn't be a detriment. People who don't give a fuck about what others think about what they're doing get shit done.

They don't let other people's words get to them and constrain them from doing something. They go out, explore, expand, learn, love, become enlightened, and most importantly be happy.


Okay, here's the dream I recalled last night

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10.28.2012

Wear this on Your Head (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember for this is what I'm walking in a dark area, and there's a sign post you would see on the ground (the ones where you unfold them and are balanced and touching diagonally to each other) under a street light.

I go to that light, and there's a man who offers me some kind of head accessory. It's black, has a thin frame, and he tells me,

"Just wear this on your head, and make sure the ears are pointing outward."

I honestly don't know what that even means.

10-28-2012 -- [Darn it! Some dreams with great possibilities from last night, but I can remember almost nothing of them! Guess I have to post them as fragments again, and lump two or three together, rather than do them separately. Meanwhile, I have been having dreams to write down for the last week, but haven't had the time to post them, and won't for a couple more days. Will eventually be able to catch up again.]

Fragment 1 -- I'm kind of in a sort of nature area, and I am kind of being forced to do something, but I have no idea what. I get the feeling it was all sort of Harry Potter related, and also had something to do with cats, which makes me suspect it also had to do with Mcgonagall, but I can't remember almost anything, which is very annoying.

Anyway, I soon find myself in a ride queue at Disney, and one of the people who works on the ride turns out to be the person who was forcing me to do something I didn't want to do in the last bit, and I get my revenge by coming through their line and doing something every week to annoy them. These are long, detailed things, but I can remember almost nothing of them.

I think one time through, I was talking spoilers about the ride, telling everybody what was coming, which had them mad at the staff for not stopping me. In another trip through, I was somehow firing stickers out of a sort of air cannon and onto peoples foreheads, often blocking their eyes and/or glasses and making it much harder for them to see. I took the end of a long strip of stickers on a roll from the souvenir stand, pulled it out into the line of people, and told them they were getting free stickers, which led to them wanting those stickers on their foreheads.

The whole thing was driving the female cast member nuts as she tried to catch me and throw me out, while fighting with all these people. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I came walking in with a leather belt tied around my head, the tail of the belt stuck down my throat, which somehow caused me to projectile vomit non-stop. I vomited on everybody and everything else in line, but when I tried to vomit on the cast member, she tried to duck into a sort of stairwell, and found herself trapped there. I vomited a huge amount down on top of her, and somehow it caused an explosion and vomit suddenly spewed back out of the stairwell, flying everywhere, even hitting me. Yuck. But it drove the cast member nuts.

Somehow this led to me kind of getting together romantically with another cast member, an attractive blonde. There was a ton more detail than I can remember, and instead of being gross the whole thing was actually quite funny, but I just can't remember it well enough to do it justice.

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Fragment 2 (right before waking for the day) First bit I can remember is walking back on forth on Crescent past the nursery, kicking a little sand, worrying about red ants, and a vague memory of somebody stuck up, snotty, demanding, and perhaps alien arguing with me.

I'm pretty sure I kind of tell them off, and start walking toward Buena Park. There's detail here, but nothing I can remember. The tiniest hint of kicking something metal as I walk along. By the time I am ready to turn on Hickory, I glance across at Tom's house, and somehow I can see a reflection from the pool of an attractive blond swimming in a white, semi-transparent suit. [Think Leslie Easterbrook in the swimming pool scene in the Police Academy movies] I think it is Tom's mom, even though I seem to remember her being a brunette.

Somehow I suddenly find myself in a sort of meeting in a room that I kind of feel is at Fullerton College. It still has something to do with aliens, and in fact as we are discussing them, Hawkeye Pierce (from MASH) starts saying what he thinks, and a hanging red light bulb starts to swing toward him, somehow drawn to him. Its hard to explain, except it is some sort of alien tech that is drawn to the aliens almost magnetically, and in what we've been dealing with, we're worried he is somehow becoming alien. So the light that is kind of pulsing hypnotically also keeps swinging toward him when he speaks, but not toward anyone else.

Soon we're all walking across the campus, spreading out and heading in different directions, spreading information or something, then I find myself in another group meeting, though this time more out in the open. Oddly enough, we're now Starfleet personnel, and I am not sure, but I may be Riker. We're trying to figure out what we're going to do in regards to the aliens, and reactions have been spread in two directions, either for or against the aliens. The 'against' group, my group, has won, so we get to decide the response.

There is a lot of argument along the lines that we should take command of them or something, but Picard is here, and reminds us that would be against our oaths to the Federation, so if we went that route we would be forced out of our commissions. I start on an impassioned speech about how we won't go that route, as I, for one, am not willing to give up my position over this. But my voice is very limited, and nobody seems to hear me.

One of the opposition is starting to argue about my position and our decision, and he is overly tall, thin, and bald. I think he is probably from Mr. Homn's race. He is making an objection to what I am saying, until Picard starts walking toward him, poking him in the chest, and saying something about how actors are wonderful people, but since he is just acting, and not being honest about what he thinks, he should shut up.

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A short one from yesterday: Somehow I am Spider-Man, and I find I have to tear my way through a sort of a strong, thick plastic wall surrounding a ball pit in a play area. There is a little kid watching me, and hoping I can fix everything. Problem is, the flexible plastic shield is very strong, and I have to really exert myself to finally manage to tear it, and find myself falling face first into the ball pit.

Soon I find myself staring up through the colorful balls, catching glimpses of my surroundings in the gaps between balls. Somehow I seem to be fighting my way through a corridor to reach a sort of female ogre who I have to fight. As we're fighting, she is slowly kind of turning into Wonder Woman. And I am slowly turning from Spider-Man into Harry Potter.

Wonder Woman has an equally attractive teen age daughter who is kind of rebelling against her (teens, go figure) and since as Harry Potter, I am also a teen, we are kind of close. Somehow it seems Wonder Woman has kind of adopted me, at least unofficially. As things heat up between WW and her daughter, she somehow starts singing something about how it is only because she loves her, and "that's the way it should be." Its nice, but kind of dorky. Then everybody goes to take a nap or something.

Soon it seems that my Godfather, Sirius, decides he wants to check on me. He has somehow broken into the house, and is trying to sneak around silently without being seen. I am watching him silently from around a corner. He doesn't know the layout, and he ends up outside Wonder Woman's bedroom door, and her boyfriend (who may be Batman) comes out the door, and is upset to find him there.

Sirius tries to pull his wand, and the boyfriend kicks it out of his hand, then gives him a big kick and sends him flying. He turns around, and finds himself picked up and tossed to the ground by Wonder Woman before they realize who it is they are fighting, and let him go.

Sirius is on the ground, looking up at Wonder Woman. She is not wearing her hero garb, but street clothes, and seems to be in a gray skirt down nearly to her knees. He grabs on to her to try and pull himself up, not meaning anything by it, but what looks like a gray skirt turns out to be made of dozens of thin strips that part under his hands, leaving him pulling himself up by more or less grasping her (admittedly very attractive) butt, in a pair of semi-small (but not quite thong) pair of panties.

Sirius falls back to the ground in shock, turning crimson from embarrassment, while I just stand there laughing my head off at the whole situation!