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1. I am stealing things from my old High school, for some reason. I am pushing around a large garbage bin (empty of garbage) and shoving anything I can in; computers, books, etc. Several people look at me with suspicion, but I manage to disappear into the the crowd of students. I pass by the art room, and I see my old art teacher inside. She looks up at me, and we make eye contact. I almost keep walking, but then I have second thoughts and decide to go talk to her. It's a bit awkward because I said that I would go visit her, but in nearly 5 years, I never have.

2. I am at my boyfriend's house, scrambling to get ready for work. One of his friends is over, writing a dream journal entry on Dream Views. We talk a bit about dreams as I am trying to figure out how I will get to work on time. I can't believe that I didn't become lucid while discussing dreams and Dream Views. Wow.

Last night I had researched about lucid dreaming. I know what it is, but after gathering more information on it, I decided to try it. There were lots of people saying how easy it is to disrupt a lucid dream or turn it into a nightmare (pussies), but I did it anyway. I thought I'd make it a project, for...some time.

Before falling asleep I practiced a technique I'll call sensory awareness, where you have to make yourself aware of your surroundings so your dreams can become clearer (or something like it). I did this for ten minutes, before marking the letter A on my left hand and leaving an empty book open on the left side of my bed. It only took twenty something minutes before I wasn't awake.


Hot pursuit. Me and this other random cured this old couple of old age and were getting chased by the police. The now young African guy kissed me on the cheek before him and his girlfriend were in another car, which was now roadblocking our way (llol). We drove onto the foot path with three solie vans facing adjacent to it. They closed the path behind us helping us escape. I kept driving and took a corner where I was out of sight, and walked up a hill next to a staircase into Wellington. I met my friend Aiden who told me how his girlfriend was bitching about him moving house. Nothing apparently made sense, so it's obvious I was dreaming.

I was at my Mother's house for a short while. I held up a case of video games I found. I remember seeing Metal Gear Solid and some others, and this real violent game labeled 'VB' or something. Usually within my dreams I'll understand something without it being said. Perhaps I was in control. I was soon looking through a spirit guide while she was making dinner. I noticed the lights weren't on, despite seeing (It was meant to be dark but I suppose my mind was being generous). This was one of those dreams of mine that gives me this weird chill down my back, as if the house was haunted (which it was in this dream).


Naturally curious, I walked into a bathroom not belonging to this house. I walked in and the mood changed. The bathroom was quite airy and everything had this weird blue tinge. I tried 'flicking' a light switch, to see if I was awake. There were about five of these in the same bathroom, to which none of them worked. I then peered into the bathroom mirror to see myself. My face was quite weird looking...I don't know the right words to explain it. My face was disproportionate and pale. Indeed a grotesque contortion. I quickly left as the bathroom was all kinds of fucked up and scary.

After leaving, I went to the backdoor to feed an animal something (at this point my dream was slowly fading). I was then at my Dad's house. He had his feet spread out, moving side to side like a goalie. I think he was trying to test me or something but soon gave up and told me to take my laptop out the bedroom.

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Then it had ended.

I shortly woke up, not remembering anything that had happened, but I kept my eyes closed and waited to see if I could remember everything (a technique). A surge of images shortly rushed in and I remember having the dreams. I don't know if I was fully aware of my dreaming state, but I knew it didn't take place till around morning, knowing REM sleep kicks in then. My dreams seemed to be heavily influenced by an artist called Steinvord (search him) I was listening to before sleep, talking to my parents about driving and watching ghost footage and stuff. Dunno aobut the other stuff.


I had some? control and relatively good recall over my dreams, so I guess it went okay. I give it a rating of maybe four or five out of ten, as it wasn't entirely clear that I was in control. Neither was it clear it was clear. I'll have to try it again another night.

With added calcium.

Reoccurring theme of being back in school and in danger of not graduating due to failing a class.

This time I was back in Tustin High and was in an english class with a female teacher. As usual, I am in danger of not passing the class because I had not been showing up. I fear that I have missed assignments and quizzes. I see myself at home in my bedroom, waking up not in time to attend class, and trying to figure out if I can attend a different session as if it was a college course.

I attend class on the final day, and the teacher was giving her final speech to the class. In the middle of the speech, sudents begin to leave the classroom as if the class had already finished. I stayed until the very end, then leave the classroom. The location of this classroom was across from Mrs. Doyle's classroom.

I exit the classroom and the school appeared to be empty, like one of those days where I stayed late after school for 7th period. I run into Oleg, my friend who I have not seen since 5th grade. We talk and I tell him about my concerns with not passing the class.

We walk across the campus to another class, this time a wood shop class. Again I have the feeling that I may not pass this class either.

11/25/11

I was in the grassy area outside of my neighbor's house at the end of my lane. A man, a little boy and I were talking. The man was trying to teach us to fly. I'm not sure if I was lucid at all, but I guess I was aware enough to realize that I could fly. At first, I jumped into the air and imagined myself being a bird that was lifting and falling with the wind currents, and it felt pretty cool. Then I thought, "Hmm, what if the wind stops?" Then I found out- the wind died down and I fell back to the grass. Next I tried to pull my arms in like a chicken and I imagined that when I stretched them out, they would be big white wings I could fly with. Sadly, it did not work. Finally I ran very fast down the lane and jumped, but my body felt heavy the whole time and I think the dream faded.

Within my dream, I had a dream that I died. I woke up from that dream in my dream, and told my friends that I had a dream that I died. We got in my friend's car and started driving - and got in a car accident. I was really dead this time, and I asked my friend if there was money in the ghost world or not. They said no, and I replied asking if we could go to the mall to all get new outfits.

I flew back home to say goodbye to my family. I kept trying to find ways to communicate with them, but it was harder than I thought. I went on my laptop and turned the webcam on and took pictures of myself as a ghost. I looked slightly distorted but still recognizable. After that, I flew to the back porch and saw my cat. I tried petting him on the head, but he looked slightly confused and sad and walked away.

My mom was talking to my sister about a yard sale they went to, and they got a shirt with a bunch of random designs on it, one being a gravestone. They were talking about how ironic that was.

Back in the ghost world, I was trying to always have the ability to watch over my family. I tried to find some 'dream guides' to assist me, and couldn't find one easily. I started reading words that were floating around, and it kept saying stuff about black magic.

Im with my friends, Andrew and Landis, in my mom's bedroom and i have all my homework spread out on the bed, Landis is sitting on the ground reading, and Andrew is just talking to us. Andrew randomally brings out handrolled joint-looking cigerettes and says lets smoke them. i tell him no because my mom will be coming soon, but i guess that didnt help. We started smoking these cigerettes in my mom's room. i take a couple puffs and then i realize that im smoking a cigerette! and i HATE smoking, espically cigerettes. My mom came home about 10-30 mins later. I was soo paranoid thinking the whole room smelled like cigerette smoke i took all my homework and left the room. My mom was angry because i didnt hear that someone was at the door. It was was another friend, Brandon, it was early in the morning, abbout 5 AM. Around that same moment my cousin Robert calls me, and we talk. Im soo happy because i havent heard his voice in years. Robert plays my favorite arabic song through the phone, by the artist he showed me years back, and i put it on speaker and i start to dance. (:
Later that same day, my whole family that lives in Arizona were at my Aunt Hilda's house, and i see everyone enjoying themselves. Brandon and his family were there too. Brandon then brings up how me and my friends didnt let him in the house in the morning, and everyone started laughing. Brandon's mom became angry, and with an agressive tone asks me, "why didn't you let my son in your house earlier? Look how tired and exausted he looks!" Brandon was sitting, spacing out, but looking directly at me. Brandon then went inside because his mom recomended he get some rest. While still sitting there i see Jenny, a girl ive had feelings for i dont even know how long. I had this feeling ive never had just looking at her. I felt like the happiest guy in the world just seeing her. Jenny looked Completely Different, but in my dream she was just herself. She looked alot older than how she looks now, around her 20s. I started to realize now, gazing at her, what was making me feel this great happiness and love that ive never felt about anyone before. Jenny was Pregnant, about 7 months. I couldnt wipe the smile off my face once i saw her. While sitting here spending time with my family, i said to myself, "look how great life is." i then look down at my hand and see im wearing a ring! (but in the dream its all normal) MyMy happiness just cant stop knowing how lucky i am becuase my beautiful wife is pregnant. I see Jenny walking around serving my family and being great with everyone and everyone loving her. She is wearing a blue and white trimmed shirt that are specially made for pregnant women and blue shorts still showing off her great legs. She was just walking back and forth and i just couldnt take my eyes off her. I then tell her to come to me and then i give her a hug while still sitting, and at that same moment i look at Sandra, Jenny's sister, and shes telling me to kiss the baby.(Jennys Tummy). i laugh with her even though shes across the room and kiss Our Baby. <3 Then i wake up.
The End

11/26/11

NON-LUCID---Explaining

I’m sitting in my English class I had as a Sophomore in Cypress Lakes High School. There were random people, but the two that were noticeable was my English teacher and a girl who was really beautiful.

She had an Auburn dye to her hair in waking life, and she had the same in the dream. She was also wearing a apricot-yellowish shirt with blue jeans, which I believe was the same when I met her in my class.




The teacher was talking to us about something, but I couldn’t remember what. The teacher then decided to give us cookies, but she only gave to her favorites first. A guy next to me on the left had a cookie in his mouth before she gave them out, but she still gave him one.

She gave me one as well, and the girl with Auburn dyed hair as well, and everyone else had to get up to get something else.

I think that was a memory from real life when I was a junior at Cypress Lakes High School when the same teacher offered me some dessert (like some type of fudge) afterschool when she was talking to my AP English Language and Composition teacher.

I was going to move to another school, so I decided to meet some of the teachers since my father had to work before he picked me up.

Then I had another dream where Mark Zuckerberg, co-creator of Facebook, was apparently showing Jim Halpert from the show “The Office” what project Facebook was going to be like. It seemed Mark was a bit younger at this time.




Jim was a bit skeptical about Mark, and when he was looking at the Facebook demo, he was shocked to see a logout button. He literally asked Mark “There’s a logout button?!?!”




Mark smiled more and more as the guy finds out more on what he could do.

That’s all I remember for that one.

I had another dream where I was in a video game or playing it. I think I was trying to kill some type of machine again since it killed me before. I remember the environment being bright as day, with yellowish tiles as the surface.

The vividness was probably equal to PS3 graphics. That’s all I remember.

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Slept for a long time this morning and had plenty of dreams. Had a couple of beers the night before which must have resulted in me having some REM rebound. Got lucid but struggled to remain in the dream.

00.00: Sleep

12.30: Dreams and fragments
*I'm standing on a dock, fishing. The lure I'm using is copper and is great for pike. My dad shows up behind me as I cast. "Getting anything?" he asks me. "Not yet" I tell him. I can feel something tugging at the line and I start to reel it in. I spot a big silvery fish in the water. "Whoah!" I say and pull it up to the dock. I grab the fish and put it on the dock, it's a very big salmon. I decide to let him go. A I catch yet another salmon, this one even bigger but once again I let him go. All of a sudden I can feel a big jerk. I spot the fish surfacing and it's enormous. I get a big scared as I pull it up to the dock. It doesn't give much of a fight but it's still heavy.

"Can I just grab him in the gills?" I ask my dad. He nods and I do. It's the biggest cod I've ever seen. "This one's a keeper" my dad says and brings out a knife. I sit ontop of it as he stabs it in the head, killing it instantly. What a rush! I realise that fishing with a rod is not as effective as a net. I find some net lying around and jump into the water. I swim across the lake with a friend of mine, we're going to place the net across the lake.

*I'm in darkness, just beyond SP. I start imagining a scene and an alley appears infront of me. It's pretty narrow, with cobble stones under my feet. I start going down the alley, taking a few turns here and there. 'Having a gang fight here would be cool' I visualize a few shots going off. A sharp right turn is coming up. The wall gets smattered with bullets. I stop and head back the way I came, entering a door on the side. It leads into another alley with a few people in it. They're all black and wearing blue sport shirts. 'I guess I'm with the Crips.' They're shooting at some people further down the alley.

I decide to take them down. 'Fighting like Wolverine would be cool.' I run towards the group of people. They all shoot at me but I ignore the bullets and deflect some with my hands. With a closed fist I punch each and everyone once in the chest, piercing them with invisible claws. They all fall down but I don't stop. I keep on running through the alley, touching the walls. After a while I can hear my laboured breathing. 'I guess I'm fully in the dream now.' I enter a corridor which leads into a big hall of pillars.

Two guys are talking up ahead. I imagine having a gun tucked into my pants at my back. I grab it and pull it out. It's a glock. I shoot them both, one of them dying but the other one doesn't go down. All of a sudden he's telling me to follow him. I grab the dead guy's jacket. It's white as snow. "Come on! We gotta hurry!" he tells me. I pull the jacket off and put it on. We start running down the hall, it's pretty big with a circular shape. The unknown guy runs ahead of me and keeps disappearing behind pillars. 'Focus! Gotta remain in the dream.' I worry about the dream coming to an end. However it doesn't, atleast not for a minute or so. We continue down the hall and it keeps changing each time we arrive at the same place we were at in the beginning. It's like we're going back in time, pretty awesome.

*I'm playing the new COD game and my friend G is there. I take out a few guys with sniper. He starts whining about who's played the most. We check replays of all the maps recently played and draw the conclusion that he's been playing more. I play another game with a big shipwreck in the middle of the map. I get up on the ship and inspect it.

*I'm at a dinner with my cousins all around. I get into an argument with my sister about something ridiculous. She leaves the table for a while and my mom asks me why I always have to get into an argument with her. I explain that she's the one who starts them. I eat some toast and start talking to my aunt. Her son is about to get a spanking. "This is embarrassing" she says and covers her face. "Meh, don't worry about it" I tell her.

*My brother Morgan is wearing a Darth Vader costume. He's missing the helmet though and he asks me if we should get going soon. I guess we're going to a costume party or something.

12.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I haven't felt like taking any supplements lately, atleast not until I've had a proper lucid off them. I think that lucid was just that, and I think I'm gonna take some G+C tomorrow morning. Perhaps finally achieving my task of finding my dream weapon and smash things with it.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

DJ Log: November 26, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am cutting some bright copper tubing into various lengths, than standing all of the pieces in buckets. When I touch the cutter against the tubing, it plays a musical note and the frequency is adjustable by moving the cutter along the tubing. While watching a guitar tuner, I align the cutter with the desired note, then squeeze and cut the tubing.

DJ Log: November 25, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am negotiating a used vehicle purchase from the farmer up the road from my house. He is selling a friend's work van, a GMC cargo van with ladder racks and utility shelves inside. He also has an older Ford 4x4 pickup for sale, but for some reason the van seems more interesting.

He insists that I ride with him to plot out a test-drive path through one of his fields. I get into a small 4x4 pickup with him and we ride off into a field. He blasts through a relatively flat field and says, “This can be a highway test drive.” When we get to the end of the field, he drives up over a couple of dirt hills, then turns around and heads for a large dirt mound. We follow a well carved trail over the mound and through several mud holes. As we're climbing a steep slope at a lateral angle, he says, “This can be the off-road testing area.”

Once we get back to the van, I look it over closely. There are large adhesive signs on the sides that peel off with little effort. I get into the driver seat and look at the dashboard. It has a huge array of control knobs and dials, much like an airplane cockpit. I get out, thinking that this thing is way more complicated that it needs to be. I shut the driver door and walk around to the passenger side. When I open the door, the dashboard has the standard controls and a regular steering wheel on it. I say to myself, “That's more like it...” just before waking up.

After waking, I am a bit mad that I didn't notice the sign. Also, I would NEVER buy or own a GM or Chevrolet product.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was watching some kind of documentary or TV show about a man who had some kind of really bad disease. But I was also, somehow, in the scene, helping the man. The man's disease may have been terminal.

The man was really overweight. He had dark olive colored skin. He wore a running cap and a white, long-sleeved shirt. The man and I may have hugged or something like that. The man seemed to be really grateful that I had been helping him.

There was another scene that I'm pretty sure I wasn't in. It was more like watching a TV show. The man was standing outside, embracing a girl with his right arm. The girl was probably the man's daughter. The man and daughter were surrounded by news reporters.

The man mentioned something about his appearance. It looked awkward somehow. This was, the man explained, because he was going through sex-change therapy. The chemicals he was taking were giving him a more "feminine" appearance.

I wondered why the hell this guy was taking chemical sex-change therapy at this time. He was apparently dying from a disease. Plus, he had to take all kinds of chemicals in hopes of getting rid of this disease. Now he was taking chemicals for a sex change? It seemed like too much for his body.

Dream #2

I was in a living room with my brother. We were probably watching TV. I was laying on the floor. My brother sat on the couch.

My brother told me, "Sit up and give me the device."

As if I had no will of my own, I sat up, as if to get my brother the device he'd mentioned. My brother seemed to gloat about this. He knew he had the power to control people's minds and actions.

I told myself my brother wasn't really controlling me, and that I would get him the device, just to show that I liked my brother and I wanted to help him.

The device was up on the top of the entertainment center in which the TV sat. It may have been just to the right of a VCR or a DVD player.

The device was some sort of rocket shaped like a stick. But its propulsion mechanism wasn't an explosive. It was like a clear lens that used some kind of electronic process.

My brother had attached a camcorder to the rocket. He was going to film what the rocket did. The rocket and the camera together looked like a bottle rocket.

The rocket was made only for destructive purposes. I knew that my brother's first use of this rocket was going to be to crash it into the face of some woman on a TV news program.

In my mind's eye I saw the rocket crash into the newswoman's face. The rocket may have lodged itself pretty deeply into the newswoman's head. It had to be pulled out. When the rocket was pulled out, I may have seen a view of the newswoman's mutilated face.

??.11.2011

New Terms (WILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

New deal: you continue to protect her, but she gets to go wherever she likes and do whatever she likes. In addition, I’m no longer subservient to you or anybody else, and in return I’ll try my best not to kill you.

Waking up, in my bed at home, though I know I’m actually on campus. I hear music playing outside. People laughing.

As I get up, I see her at the foot of the bed, simple, flowing, white dress, knowing eyes, and beautifully styled, brown, shoulder length hair.

“Mae?” I ask, just to be sure.

“Of course. Come one, let’s go downstairs.”

I extend my hand, and she takes it, giving me an anchor to the dream, as we walk down the stairs, out to the deck, into the cool night air. The hearty laughter of my father reaches me, and I know I’m entertaining guests.

I stop when I sense it. Something isn’t right.

Mae continues onwards.

“There’s some people here tonight.”

“Who?” I ask, suspicously.

“You’re mother, you’re father, and. . . Hades.” she states it in a hushed tone, as if knowing the distress it would bring me.

But instead, I grow cold, determined, as I move down, to the lower deck, previously obscured from view by a white, decorated, awning. The hot-tub gone, a long circle of comfortable chairs has replaced it. Mae takes a seat near the god himself, whose blue flaming hair and cartoonish appearance I can’t help smirking at. There are two open chairs, one between Mae and that slime-bag, the other next to my father.

“Ahh, good to see you. Please come have a seat.”

Grinning, he motions to the chair next to him. I take a seat next to my father, and make myself comfortable. The grin fades from his face, and the conversation starts to pick up again. I teleport to the chair next to Hades, making the point that I’m very much in control of the situation.

“Why are you here?” I demand.

“To make sure you understand the terms of our new agreement.”

“What? I thought part of that was everything goes back to the way it was and I never have to deal with you again.”

“No. . . That’s not the case. See, I’m here to remind you that we can still work with one another.”

I see a few cats in the yard.

“How’s Kaomea?” I ask casually.

He goes silent, as I effortlessly summon death and wipe one of the cats from existence. I turn my attention back to him.

“I take it these aren’t real?”

“What?” he looks at me like I’m crazy, then realizes I’m talking about the cat, “Yours is the only realm that names those things.”

“So, no, then?”

“What do you think?”

“I wonder what would happen if I did that to you.”

The dreams starts to waver, and I reach my hand out, placing it over the god’s head, using his blue flaming hair to anchor me in the dream, letting him know exactly where he stands.

He, and all his lackiess, stand up and start moving back into the house.

“I think we’ll be going now,” he states, trying to retain his composure.

The dream is still falling around me; the only one left on the deck besides myself is Mae. She approaches me, when I see someone watching us from the neighbor’s deck, about one-hundred yards away.

“Who’s that?” I ask Mae, pointing in the direction of the newcomer.

“Her? I’m not sure.”

I teleport up to her and Mae is quick to follow.

“Who are you?”

She straightens her posture, “Me? Just a princess.”

“Pfft, yeah, alright. Now, get the hell out of here.”

“Is there a problem?” She asks snottily.

Mae interjects, “You. You’re the problem, and I’m tired of your kind oppressing people like him!”

It looks like the two are about to rip each other apart, so I step in, “Woah, Mae. As much as I’d like to see how you fight, this is my problem, I’ll deal with it.”

“Fine. . .” Mae moves backward.

The dream shifts, as the fight ensues. I find myself inexplicably in front of a monitor, the self-proclaimed princess on the other side. Odd, but I don’t care.

Drawing a blade from my side, I immediately know how useless it will be, so I hurl at her, looking down, finding my true sword just at my feet.

I draw it and see my foe, through the screen, transformed, grotesque, surrounded by purple energy tendrils in the form of snakes. She lashes one out at me, locking my weapon in place.

“Chidori.”

Unphased, I imbue my blade with screaming lightning and instantly cut her tendril.

Pointing my katana, I try something new, “Chidori Stream,” and jets of razor sharp lightning fire from the tip of my sword as I slash her in half. Then in quarters; then eighths.

Nearly dead now, in some sort of half-defeated limbo, I try something else on her. Striking with an open palm thrust, I exclaim “Hadoken!”

A burst of blue energy erupts from my palm, immediately exploding in a blast of smoke and blood, blowing her into oblivion.

The woman gone, the dream shifts back, and Mae is there, floating at my side. Unmoved by my display of power. . .

??.11.2011

Initiate (Parts 1 and 2) (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There’s so many of us.

But still plenty of room to fight.

One at a time, they all have to fall, else I’ll be the one to go down.

Still, I can’t help enjoying the thrill of battle as I face my first opponent, a looming giant of a man, with sad, soulful eyes and the strength of a monster. With one hand he’s able to catch my true blade and hold it firm even as I charge it with screaming, vibrating, blue energy.

“I’m impressed. You should be in pieces by now. . .”

Time moves forward, as do my battles. The refined, razor sharp steel of my pure white, twisted-dragon-hilt katana, reduced to a blunt club against these foes. Tearing down my Vizard mask, with every strike I release a torrent of black energy, tinted red by my gleeful fury. Teleporting in and out, around my final enemy, I brutal beat him down with one wicked slash after another, into the ground, into darkness. *

It’s over. Three of us are left standing, all of us drenched in blood. I realize we’re the same, though our methods may be different, and it makes me sick.

“I’m done with this,” I say to them.

“Done with what?” One of them asks, suspicion and paranoia in his eyes.

“This,” I motion to the battleground around us, coated in warm blood and the bodies of countless slain warriors.

Walking off, I catch one of them say, “And you call yourself an eight!”

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” I comment back, not even bothering to look.
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Daffodil is her name. A beautiful golden retriever, my new friend. We had spent so much time together, bonding, all in preparation for this moment, as I stand before an invisible committee.

Crouching down, stroking the top of her head to the flowing golden fur on the back of her neck, I do it quickly. My knife enters her throat cleanly, and I slide it through quickly, smoothly, minimizing her pain. But as she lies there on ground, bleeding out, I see I’ve missed the jugular. I correct my mistake immediately, ending her quiet whines, her suffering, my first task.

Now create yourself a human DC, and do the same. I hear his sick voice in my head.

No, that’s stupid. I have no issue killing illusions of my own creation.

You will do it, or you’ll fail. Him again.

But it’s pointless.

Then you fail.

. . . Fine. But I do it my way. . .

Calling out, almost immediately, I find myself a DC. A young boy named Jerry.

“Do you like baseball, Jerry?” I inquire.

“I sure do, mister,” he replies hesitantly.

“I’ve got a friend who’s really into baseball. Excellent pitcher; throws a pitch the Japanese call The Great Equalizer. . .”

And just like that we’ve formed a bond, Jerry and I. We walk for a bit, before I tell him I’ve got something to show him.

“What’s that, mister?”

I can hear he’s nervous as I draw my knife, the one I’d used a short time ago.

“This is my knife. Nice, isn’t it?

“What do you use that for?”

“Oh, killing, mostly.”

He steps back, fear on his face, and I know how much this is going to suck for both of us. So, with a flash, I activate my Geass, imprinting my will over his own. Now all Jerry wants, with his entire being, is to die by my hand. So I oblige, placing my hand on his shoulder and slashing open his throat. To quicken things, I drive my blade into his stomach and drive it upwards, destroying his heart, without breaking any bones.

He’s dead before he hits the ground.

Things begin to fade. . .

Creative. His voice, sickeningly friendly, breaks the silence, keeps me tied to the dream.

He was just an illusion. I told you already, killing DCs is meaningless.

Really? Then I suppose you wouldn’t have any trouble killing a DC of your mother? I can almost see his twisted grin.

Nope.

To prove a point, I whip up a DC who looks just like my mother, cut her throat like the others, hit her onto the ground, and stomp her skull into bits, her brain into mush.

I feel no remorse.

You have issues. He seems stunned and taken aback.

Like I said. Just a DC.

11/25/2011
I am working with a guy to unclog toilets. The plunger isn't working well. Also ew.

We were tricked by some evil guy. We're working as a team trying to disable a bunch of atom bombs in the middle of a large city. There are dozens of video game cartridge shaped bombs (like the oooold Atari 7800 ones) covering the outside of a large metallic cube, which is taller than I am. I try taking the bombs off one by one, but there are just too many, and we are almost out of time. I drop a bunch of the bombs in the bay, but it's not good enough.

I'm waiting at the train station, but the 'train' is just a single carriage with a seat on top that could hold two. I get on and hold tight to the handles. The rail is like in Minecraft and has glitches. The track goes through a solid block. I jump off, but the cart goes through. I manage to get back on afterwards.

For some reason, I'm off the train before quite reaching the station. It's a major station, and there are a lot of lines crossing and going different directions. I try to navigate through to the right train and have to cross tracks. I get stuck between two tracks, with two trains going by me at the same time. Scary.

At the station, I'm looking through the shop to buy something to make me feel better. My parents are there. They think I want them to pay. I really don't, and I feel guilty anyway.

I get on another train. This one is a real train, but it's an old style, and there are tables and chairs like at a restaurant instead of proper seating. I remember something about an odd device. I sit in one of the chairs and drink from a glass of water (wait a second, was this someone else's glass? ick). I look out the window. A bunch of people made really impressive Minecraft-ish structures in real life. I stare and stare as the train passes by them. There are so many, so beautiful, so impressive. How could they accomplish so much in just 6 years?