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Im asleep in my bed focusing on my breathing, when all of a sudden my body went numb and everything went completely silent. i then heard buzzing sounds and continued to focus on my energy aura increasing, i lifted my astral left arm and tried to peel of my sleep mask (i normally wear) on my face. but i kept pulling and pulling away until im just touching my eyes??? hmmmm.....last time i checked...i was wearing my sleep mask. or am i really awake and my sleep mask came off??? after all this trying to put my understanding into whether or not im dreaming i finally get up off the bed turn on the light and notice my sleep mask is gone? real funny brain. but im too aware, and refuse to become lost into fucking oblivion! so i walk over to my mirror and focus my energy into becoming a crow. i felt my arms become wings, my head become small, and my nose and mouth became long and curvy into a dark charcoal beak.my body shrink and it became filled with glossy black feathers. im now fully formed as this intelligent mischievious little bird, and decided its time to spread my wings and fly off into the night! i cawed 4 times and flew out my window into the night skies, i landed on a telephone pole and begin cawing away, it was very foggy and my city (here in Detroit Mi) looked a bit different? am i even at home anymore??? not feeling afraid nor having any thought at all..i cawed a few more times. i then noticed a beautiful raven flew a few feet away from where i was, and landed on top another telephone pole. she gave off a energy that felt familar, she flew closer to me and cawed back (i somehow understood what her cawing meant). she seduced me to follow her.. we flew thru the skies cawing and cawing away..no longer worried about tomorrow, only worried about today. we flew thru this abandoned building and landed atop a old dresser. a white homeless man begin screaming and yelling at us to leave his building. he swatted at us with his cane, but we flew around higher cawing at the man warning him to stop or else he will meet his impending doom! so me and the female raven flew thru the building with this homeless man chasing us and screaming at us at the top of his lungs to leave his shack..when all of a sudden he tripped and landed in a pile of rubble from the house and laid there catching his breath, we were in some old beat up bathroom. there was a shower rod i landed on and begin pecking at it, the man now laying in the rubble near this tub did not know what would await him.. the female raven landed on the bathroom sink and cawed at him he begin to get up from the rubble when all of a sudden i pecked one last time at the shower rod and it fell directly on his head. me and the female raven cawed at the man and flew out of the buiding into the foggy now early morning skies, we both landed at a nearby home and i projected back into my normal self and to my amazement..this beautiful raven projected herself into her normal self. (and boy was she attractive) fair complexion, long black wavy hair, beautiful bedroom eyes, a pocahontas nose, and juicy doll shaped lips. mmm this lovely lady was my type to the fullest! please do not take this the wrong way boo.. but uh.. can i seranade you??? she nodded and we entered (what i believe to be her home) a huge house very nicely decorated with antique statues of birds, such as..hawks, crows, ravens, owls, robins, bluejays, sparrows, ect ect. she then set down on a couch and asked me what my beliefs were, i told her i am very spiritual and believe no matter what religion you believe in, we are all worshipping the same God. she got up from the couch and gave me a hug filled with so much love and peace that it become so intense that i started to feel myself being jolted back into my original body! awwww....why did it have to end there!

This should have clued me win that I was dreaming, but it didn't. I was watching an episode of Supernatural during the morning. It was one I hadn't seen before, so I was confused as to why I was seeing it at this time (as new ones always run on the the network during prime time, and not on syndication.) For a small time, I seemed a part of the episode. Dean had a bunch of cash, and I think he might have been gambling. There was this creature who took the form of a corgi. We shooed it off, but at the end of that episode it was revealed that the corgi was actually the key to defeating the main boss creature.

Another dream was where I was to be some sort of donor or host to a vampire couple. Something to do with that I had not consumed blood or what not, and I guess that made me viable. I was then riding an ATV to this town. My group and I found this healer, and she was going to teach me to remote view. She attached this blue stone to an RC airplane and told me to tell her where it went. My first shot didn't work that well; I said it flew into some power lines. Later, as the sun was setting, it was a beautiful sunset with all sorts of colors. A rainbow assortment of clouds. I asked the lady about my piece of orgonite that I had, and I don't think she approved highly of it. I got the feeling she preferred crystals. The orgonite mentioned is one I actually have.

Ok last night I had a nonlucid dream about zombies. I was at my parents house in Sunnyvale, and we were all stationed in different rooms, fighting them off. They were coming pretty slowly, I guess because it's such a small town. Like one or two an hour. I was stationed in my old bedroom with the bay window. I had the curtain up only on the left pane (closest to the front door). I also had that same window open. Reason being, when they came stumbling toward me (quite quickly, may I add), I could impale them immediately. I had the stool from mom's kitchen, painted sky blue instead of brown oddly, and I would jab the zombie with all four legs when they came to the window. Cool thing about this dream, you can stab them anywhere, like a human. Doesn't have to be the head. However, some of the zombies were starting to adapt. They could talk and carry on fairly normal conversations, even with humans. We still knew that they were zombies mind you, it's just that they were getting good at trying to talk their way out of us killing them. So one lady came to my window and was telling me something, I can't remember. I hesitated and she got in the house, as far as the utility room. I knocked her down by the washer and dryer, and stabbed her straight in her heart. She seemed upset by this, as black blood spilled from her chest. I think I would have felt bad about it except I didn't have time. I heard noises from the front door of the house. I ran to the living room, and saw by the front door (which was all glass, with 2 large glass side panes, stupid parents!!) gobs of zombies trying to bust through the stained glass. I froze, realizing I had forgotten my impaling-stool in the utility room! As I could see the zombies growling and pounding and trying to push through the glass, I was oddly rational. I asked myself, "What is the nearest thing to me that could double as a zombie-killer?" Then I looked to my right, toward the livingroom fireplace: FIREPLACE POKERS. 2 sets even. I always wondered why mom insisted on 2 sets, now I know why (or at least, I thought so in the dream. I mean, in real life she always had 2 sets of fireplace tools by each fireplace in our house. In real life I still don't know why, but in the dream, it was like providence. I w2as meant to use them to kill zombies). Anyway, I picked up both pokers, and ran to the kitchen. Only 3 zombies were able to get in, and they followed me into the kitchen. The leader was a male, and he could talk too. He was trying to engage me in a conversation. I started to falter at first; it was hard to kill something that seemed so human and docile. I was getting entranced by the conversation, and I thought of the woman in the laundry room. But the talking zombie said something about my son.. like, some comment he had read from Chris on facebook or something. Then I lost it, I shoved one of the pokers straight into his lifeless heart, twisting it as such to make him buckle to the floor. The other 2 zombies behind him vanished, along with the remaining outside.

The doorbell rang, and I rushed to the front door, expecting more god damn sentient zombies. But it was two older chinese people. They looked worried, because they were looking for their daughter. When they described her, I asked them if they were referring to Elsy, a girl that works in the sushi department where I work. They said yes, that's her. Which is odd in retrospect. because Elsy is Mexican. I told her parents that I would tell her that they were looking for her when I saw her at work the next day.

Weird thing number 1: I was just reading on dreamviews the last 2 days about a post where people were asking if they had ever killed in a lucid dream. I never killed anyone in a lucid or nonlucid until last night.

Weird thing number 2: Elsy is Mexican, in my dream her parents are Chinese, in real life she makes Japanese sushi. Hehe, my crazy head

I had a regular non-lucid dream about some people. I can't remember if they were close to me or strangers. I can't remember anything at all, to be honest. Just that my dream may have been about people. And I tried to WILD again but I wasn't patient enough and gave in to the sleep.

I went to a drug deal with my best friend jamie (he's like my big brother in rl that im secretly in love with) and sean (a drug dealer who's also a friend of mine). while we were at the drug deal i got nervous and i hugged sean. He was shirtless and he has niice abs. and then on the way home i used jamie as a pillow. thats all i remember. but the dream was nice

I was taking a nap today and I had a pretty cool dream. I don't remember all of it but a few portions of it.

First I remember being in the room with the three stooges and they where in color, but they seemed to change to black and white once in a while. I think Moe once had a small black and white head and a big colored body. They just kept walking around my house. I remember being in this big garage and there was a big red dog. (Like Clifford from the books) While thinking about this, I know this big parking garage. It is the same garage that has been in a few other dreams of mine. Shortly after this, there was a party for the dog. I think it linked to the garage somehow.

My family members where in it, making fun of it and it looked sad. So I got angry and punched my uncle int he stomach a little bit and told them "I wish he would grow bigger and eat all of you!" they just laughed about it. After that was done I went to a certain closet and there was a big mutated like wolf. It looked like the extinct Dire Wolf. It growled something terrible like I never heard before and was on the verge of attacking. I was moving around it some but it never did anything and I escaped from it.

I don't remember the rest right at this moment.

I remembered another one.

I'm at this dorm-like place and I'm walking from one section to the other with other students. We're on the outside walking on this really narrow walkway heading towards a door which leads to the next section. I'll never forget that walkway because it was surrounded by water! Like it was constructed over a pond or something.

Now I'm inside the other section and I'm walking down the hallway. There are students, boys and girls, going in and coming out of their dorm rooms but this doesn't feel like an ordinary college / school / whatever. And that's I remember.

This morning I could only recall like (one image) flash of my dream and that was me sitting on a bench looking down and there was this green bug on me. I wrote this down and then pretty much forgot it. Well later that same day I had a sudden urge to go to the park and read. I found a spot on a bench and began reading the book The Dreaming Universe. I had a feeling looking at the green and browns of the leaves below me that they somewhat familiar ..well anyways I opened the book, and it was at the part about synchronicity and how the future influences the present. The author gave a personal anecdote and then talked about how it is synchronicity that reflects aspects of the dream in waking life . Well I decided to stop at that moment and travel home, and right then I looked down and saw a green bug on my leg and had an instant flashback to my dream. It was identical to the picture of my dream I was able to recall and wrote down this morning but had forgotten about.

I have been very stressed out with work situations. I have sort of lost focus on LDing and my journal. I have had about 12 LDs I did not journal in this time. Many were other world lectures and there fore had no plot and little I could record here. I actually was allowed to teach as an assistant in one, so it was sort of special. I had some basic short ones, but not interesting enough to go back and detail them individually. Stuff like my cat getting sprayed by a skunk, me lifting a pick up truck full of gravel and spinning the truck so it became full of Maragreta drinks instead, and so on. I plan on taking part in the competition thread, so I need to get back into the swing of things. I will start actively recording the LDs starting with any that happen tonight, but I think I will drop any kind of numbering system.

I was listening to a homemade audio induction with ambient background I made in ableton. It energized me listening to it. It became 530am still hadnt fallen asleep. Turned it off and fell asleep an hour later. Dreamed I was on a dock with a friend. He had some baggies with gold flakes (illicit substance). I told him no thanks I was good. Fell off into water and turned lucid. I started soaring through water but then almost immediately my alarm clock went off and I had to pull myself out of the dream.

I drifted off but remained aware and heard this drumming pulling me in. I think it started as me drumming with some friends but then it was just a drum in front of me, and the drum started singing a higher pitch tone song. It reminded me of a shaman who was playing a drum and transforming in a dream I had a few weeks ago. This drumming was pulling me in and I was aware, I felt intense energy rushing through me and particularly building up at the sacral chakra. I managed to float up some but didnt keep the LD stable enough. I was flying a bit but it was fuzzy and I came out of it shortly after.

(This is an older dream I never posted.)

I was behind a hill with my aunt and some other guy I didn't know. We where driving in a big red truck and stopped just behind the hill. I was walking around and came over the hill and noticed a large tornado. I tried to show them both where it was but it went behind a hill before they could see it. Later we went into a town and they where talking about how I was good with tornadoes. In the town a siren was going off, and it was raining and we rushed into the truck. I said how I wish I had a dominator with us so we could get inside the tornado.

Pretty cool dream. Sorry for the awful picture.

Normal Dream
Lucid Dream

Night 33

I. I was in the school parking lot waiting at my brothers truck for him to come out so we can go home, as I was waiting when some people I knew came up to talk to me. I remember one of them telling the other how I won like $2,000 on a $20 bet. I then got into the truck and started driving around the parking lot while I waited for my brother. As I was driving, something woke me up, and I tried doing a DEILD. It worked and I was back in the dream driving around, I became lucid as well and did a RC to make sure, it worked. I remember I started driving really fast, and I hit another car head on and pushed him to the side, and I continued to speed to the end of the lot. I spun out at the end and the truck was going to go into the ditch but I made it stop in mid air, I wanted to make it go back onto the lot, but I couldn't do it. Instead I was like floating as the truck fell into the ditch, my body went through the truck. I fell to the ground and started to walk back to where all the people were at. The environment around me changed and I was on a road going through a forest that leads back to the parking lot. I was yelling out to stabilize the dream and increase the vividness, I was looking up at the sky, it was blue with some feather clouds. There were a lot of cars driving on the road, and I decided I will try to stop one and use it to get back faster, but they were all going like 80mph and I could not stop any. Then the dream changed again and the road turned into train tracks, I started running to get back fast. The dream ended here.

II. I was at my friends house, it was a dark room and they were playing Super Smash Bros when their mothers came in and asked us if we had seen any cats, they were missing, we said no and they left the room. I looked around and found one of the cats sleeping in the corner behind a chair. The cat woke up and I was petting him, I remember the car started being playful by scratching my hands and biting it, and my hands were like ice cold for some reason so it hurt really really bad. The moms came in again and I told them I found one of the cats, and then the dream ended.

Dream of: 11 April 2012 "Light-Held Swords"



Late at night in a dark parking lot, I was sitting alone on the passenger side of the front seat of a car when a brown-haired fellow (probably in his late 20s) dressed in brown stepped up to the open window on the driver's side. I had met the fellow earlier and I knew that his name was Steve, although I really didn't know him. As he began talking with me, he reached inside the car and took a red pack of Marlboro cigarettes off the front dash, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. When I asked him to give me one, he said that he had taken the last one. I then reached into the upper-left inside pocket of the jacket which I was wearing and I discovered a couple cigarettes.
When he continued talking and mentioned something about our going out and doing something, I began thinking that he might be gay and that he might be coming on to me. I quickly let him know that I wasn't gay and that I wasn't interested. He answered that he wasn't talking about him and me getting together, but that he meant we could find a couple girls, and he averred that he knew a couple attractive girls with whom we could have sex. That two girls would simply have sex with us sounded a little strange to me. When he clarified that we would first have to buy them a little heroin, his proposition made more sense. He figured we would have to buy $50 worth of heroin for each girl (who I imagined would be in their early 20s). I thought I would want to see the girls first - I certainly didn't want some skank. He said the girls were attractive, which I thought was definitely possible. I thought that as soon as we would meet the girls, I would want to establish that if we gave them the heroin, they would have sex with us.
As I thought about his proposition, I began to vividly imagine the scene where we would meet the women, although I never had a vision of the women themselves. I could see two little metal cans (perhaps five centimeters tall) which contained the heroin. The place which I envisioned was a bare grimy room with a few pieces of furniture. I envisioned the women as being artistic and I thought that while we were in the room, they could paint a painting of the sordid little room. I could clearly see the painting of the room taking shape, and I thought I might even add a few piles of brown dog feces to the painting to emphasize the decadence of the scene.
Suddenly, however, as I looked at the painting, it was as if a bright light went off in my mind, and I thought of adding something else to the painting: I would add several rays of bright light streaming into the room from different points and at the end of each ray would be a little hand clutching a sword sticking straight up. Simultaneously, as I envisioned the light-held swords, I thought how my thoughts of the rays of light seemed to somehow originate or be connected with imagery from some dreams which I had lately been reading online by a woman who went by the name of "the Messenger". The imagery of light seemed to derive from her dreams and the addition to the painting of beams of light holding swords seemed fitting.
The preceding dream is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts*
Copyright 2012 by [email protected]

Again, I have to add this to my "crazy dream" collection.I'm starting to wonder if my nasty headaches have something to do with opening up a barrier in my spiritual receptivity. I know that's out there, but I've noticed I'm more inclined to pick up on such when I have a migraine. Maybe I have a migraine because I'm receiving that information....Whatever.....

Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was sitting in a restaurant in Asia somewhere, I think Japan or one of the Koreas. I was wearing a white formal suit with the tie/bow. I was seated at a table next to a four/five foot wall, and was only several seats away from the entrance and the big front windows (which were to my left). To my right was a long walkway and it went back into the kitchen's behind large metal swinging doors.

I was there with a colleague/friend who was Chinese and apparently worked for Chinese intelligence. We were talking about something important; about our mission, and how "they wouldn't see it coming".

One of the cooks came out to us and was talking to us. He was an older man. He asked me if my soup was okay and I told him that I thought it smelled funny. He freaked out and offered to taste it for me to see what was wrong. He took it with him back to the kitchens where he tasted it and almost immediately began gagging and reacting badly to the poison that he had ingested. I looked at my counterpart wearily, before we got up and left, with nervous smiles on our faces.

The dream faded out there and then back in.

We were in a near empty office in a tall building in a large city. To my right was a window that looked out into the rest of the exterior office cubicals. It was dark, and there was a screen on that had green on it and what looked like codes for something. In the office, I was hacking into a locked computer (you know how you put a password on the computer user? It was like that, only military/government grade encryption). My Chinese colleague burst in saying that we were running out of time and I was getting anxious that the files wouldn't download to my external hard-drive fast enough.

The numbers 666 7109 came up, and I jumped in excitement saying that these were the codes we needed.

Somewhere in there, someone mentioned a plot of something (assassination?) against Hu Jintao and at some point I was also viewing a lot of this from the 1st person perspective of the Russian Prime Minister and president elect Vladimir Putin, as if he had something to do with all of this.


And then I woke up. Those numbers are going to bug me. Big time. All I know is that those codes were really important for some reason and that whatever was going on was a time bomb waiting to go off.

I also marked this as both lucid and non-lucid. I was lucid and had some control over my actions, but at the same time the plot and conflict seemed predetermined by something else.