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This morning I recalled a dream.

Went sleeping 01:30

The dream:
It all started on a flight station. Me, my sister and her boyfriend were gonna order some tickets as we would next day fly to another country and have a couple of days vacation.
We was order tickets through a touchscreen computer, first my sister and her boyfriend made an order for their tickets. Then it was mine turn and I choosed which date I want to fly and then it was not much more to fill in, not what I could see anyway.
We then went to get our tickets and headed home for packing bags and stuffs.

When I'm home I am looking at the ticket and I can now see that it's also written what flight home I have choosen. Was it only 2 days in the other country we would be?
I asked my sister when we are coming home, as I hadn't filled in on the touchscreen computer of what date I want to fly back, because it made up a date automatic.
My sister then make it clear that I have been order my ticket wrong, that I should have picked 1 more day in the other country (idk what country we were going to, but a warm place).

I start packing my bag fast and wonder how many pairs of pants I need, I thought that about 5-10 pairs would be enough for 2-3 days ()
Then I reach the phone and call the airport and asking if they can change it, so I can stay one more day in the country as my sister and her boyfriend would.
But the girl on the phone is telling me that it's not possible as I already have order and taken out my ticket.


And then the dream recall faded.


Woke up 06:30
but kept on sleeping to 08:00 and first then wrote down what dream I'd.

Dream 1
I was jogging in the greenway I could feel the strain in my legs, it felt like I had been jogging for a long time. I saw Brock Lesnar jogging too. A I jogged I came up to a sort of platform that went up in a spiral and as I climbed it I could feel my thighs burning. An old lady was very impressed.

Dream 2
There was a warehouse near the greenway and Omar was there with some other guy. I think Stringer Bell was there and I think they had a gunfight also.

Dream 3
In the Bronx there were crips walking around and they saw some bloods and chased them into a narrow path. Then more bloods and crips showed up there crip girls and blood girls, some younger members showed up in shopping trollies and were pushed down the hill to attack.

It was just weird.

Dream 4
Batista was in bed with a woman and he said something about being cheap. It turned out that is was a promo fro his appearance on Donna (I imagine that she's a talk show host or something). He was wearing a purple shirt open like Vic Vance's leisure suit on GTA:Vice City. The camera zoomed out and I could see a studio and "Donna".

Fragment
I was defending a space station in Combat Evolved. I was holding a rifle and had shot some grunts.

14.11.2011

Contract (WILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Journeying downward, into the dark, the depths, from which there will be no return, I make haste in my flight.

Curved, snaking passageways, of naturally-hewn black rock, mark my ever descending path.

At the end, at the lowest reaches, a god awaits me. And he's thrilled to see me.

First, a test: a battle, versus a cloaked wraith.

I draw my sword from my side, and begin my assault, flashing steel hitting it's mark, but to no avail. I toss it aside, as the wraith strikes with its own blade.

Why do I bother with these anymore? I think to myself as the enemy's weapon strikes my flesh, and stops without making a scratch. It seems almost surprised.

I grab it from the ground at my side. I draw it, five feet long, my true sword, white sheath and ornate, dragon-like grip, given to me by a close friend, so many dreams ago.

My smile is demonic as I lash out, cutting through the wraith as if though it were nothing. Piercing and slashing, every cut is wonderfully perfect, joyfully precise. As I sever the wraith, bit by bit, the god is all but ecstatic.

But there's a problem.

Someone else is here.

“I'll take care of it,” I say, preparing to wipe the man in the shadows.

But the god responds harshly, forbidding me from using that ability in his presence.

Probably for the best, I think, darting to the spy, eviscerating him, and ripping my blade across his throat.

I switch to his perspective and watch myself stand there, powerful and absolute, long, beautiful blade in hand, the god just behind. I feel the warm blood erupt from his open neck, our neck, drenching us in a wet, red warmth. I solemnly experience his demise, fading as he does. . . slowly. . . painfully. . . without hope.

13.11.2011

Specks of Light (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Constant tracing.

Stuck between infinitely constraining parameters.

This is my dream.

Again.

And again.

And again I trace, searching for a way out, a way to break free, but there is none. I'm confined within myself, and I WON'T FUCKING HAVE IT!

I call death upon my constraints, little points of light, wiped out of existence, one by one until only a void remains in my rampage. But soon it's filled, as millions upon millions of shimmering lights are drawn around me.

I could do it; wipe them all out in a single swipe. . . but what are they? Why did wiping those other specks tear at me the way it did?

I'll stop. . .

For now.

12.11.2011

Close to Home (Non-Lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My brother is here. As is my mother and father.

I find this somewhat unusual, as I wander through my home, and they interact with me so jovially.

But no matter.

In the garage, now, I feel like practicing some guitar, so, using my TK, I pull it from my upstairs room, phasing it through a few walls on its way to me. Unfortunately, the neck is screwed up, most of the frets are missing, and the strings are incredibly short as result.

Just a glorified bowl.

I take a look around, noticing my brother coming down the stairs behind me. I doubt he'll have an issue with it, so I fill up the guitar with cocoa rice krispies and milk and start to chow down, moving out of the garage, towards the driveway, only to have my father stop me sternly.

He warns me about watching my behavior, and suggests I head back inside.

I oblige.
______________

We're hosting a house party, and there's lots to do, especially in the kitchen and out back.

Cleaning needs to be done, and things need to be cooked.

I help the best I can.
______________

Sitting on a cheap bed, in what seems to be a dank hotel room, I notice the dark outside, the sketchy neon street signs, and wonder what I'm doing here. . .

11.11.2011

Enter: The Messenger (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's someone outside, roving the grounds of the ancient place of worship. Meeting them in a field, patchy grass, yellow and green, I demand to know them.

“Oh, just a god,” he says, nonchalantly.

Oh, how rich, I think as I laugh a long maniacal laugh, the likes of which chills even my bones.

“A god, you say?” I can't help smirking.

“Yes, god of messages. Zeus' personal messenger, as it would so happen to be.”

“Ha. Right,” I say, lifting off the ground, preparing for what I believe will be an easy fight. “You won't mind proving it to me, then.”

He smiles as he draws a blade of energy from his side. I match his with my own, switching to my Energy Sword with a press of a button.

SKWISH!

We clash.

SKWISH!

And again.

No one is gaining ground, so I toss my blade aside and draw out a Katana from it's place at my side. His sword transforms into a rapier, much to his surprise. And much to my surprise, he's more than adept with it, skewering my stomach in due haste, my Katana unable to even scratch him.

FWI---

I try to start up a volley of teleportation assisted attacks, but. . . I can't. All I see after each attempt, instead of a vulnerable back, is his smiling figure, all too ready for me.

Screw it. I toss my sword aside.

“Bankai!”

My energy surfaces and bursts from my body in a blue flaming jet. He's still smiling. The bastard.

Even as I twist and contort his body, tearing into his throat, he grins, unaffected.

And in a moment, I'm distracted. There's some monsters nearby that need taking care of. . .
______________

You shouldn't do that. I hear him in my head.

Screw you.

With a wave of my hand I release all the lock, the controls, sending this bus of a plane down a long and bumpy road, crashing it, stranding the passengers.

That's it. I'm done with this. I'm going to kill him.

Making my way to the main compartment, I'm bombarded with insults and complaints from the passengers. I ignore them the best I can, searching for that damned messenger, who was here moments before.

The insults continue, so I shut up everyone in the room with a wave, zip, and press of my fingers, binding their mouths shut with a few well placed Ats. Except for one girl who somehow remains free from my control.

I'm gonna get it, she tells me. I'm gonna be in for a world of trouble when that messenger from Hades gets back, she insists.

“What? What do you mean, Hades?”

But she won't answer my inquiry as she continues to shout at me.

“SHUT UP!”

She won't.

My alarm wakes me.

This one involved Slenderman D=

So the dream started with me and my cousin sitting in my house, watching TV. Suddenly, there's a blood-curdling scream from upstairs. We run up and see Slenderman standing over my mom's bed, with nobody else in sight. Slendy teleports in front of us. I desperately flail my fists at it and ask my cousin for help. He says something about terms of use being subject to change and runs behind Slendy to hit it. Suddenly we're downstairs again, with Slendy in the middle of the living room. I run up to it and grab it's head and start to twist it, trying to snap it's neck. I wake up.
Also, Slendy was wearing a blue (instead of black) suit, kinda like the Tenth Doctor's. Odd.

Delted

4/26/2011
I woke up laying in my bed and Jordan walks into my room and stops at the foot of my bed. Then I ask her, "Jordan, can I have a hug?" She kind of laughed unexpectedly, and said "Sure." So I got up, took off the blanket, and gave her a hug. Then I ended up picking her up and falling into my lounge chair, and she started laughing and telling me to stop, playfully. But I let go of her waist and she still acted as if I was holding on. She didn't get up until I told her to. And then someone, it must have been an administrator from my school because Kourtney(I didn't see her face and she disappeared right after)gave him something for the school. And then I got a little book to give to him too, and he rejected it and told me to keep it. After that there's a gap in the dream, but I must have asked Jordan something bad, because she said, "How could you ruin this house of God?" And then it got blurry and started to fade, I think she said, " We'll see" sometime after that." It trails off from there.

4/25/2011
My first attempt to enter a LD/Sleep Paralysis
I laid down and relaxed, started to meditate, keeping my mind awake but letting my body fall apart from my mind. After about 30-35 minutes, I started hearing weird thumping noises. Then I had an OBE, and my "body" sank a foot into the bed, while my head remained on the pillow. After an excitement awakening, I must have drifted off and woken up 2 hours later. Then sporadic dreams throughout the night that I couldn't recall.

M I R A G E

Me And My Family Are In A Car.(In A City,Maybe New Orleans) My Parents Mention Something About Cousins And A Picture Of Their House Is Flashed Several Times(Except,Their House Seems Abandoned,Rustic,And Run Down.)The City Scene Shifts To An Indoor Rollerskating/Wrestling Arena/ Paintball Store.There Are Gym Mats Everywhere.I Am Then Taking Rollerskating Lessons From A Black Male.(I Actually Met This Guy In Real Life At A Local Skatepark ) After Awhile He Says '"Let's Take A Break." The Scene Shifts,The Black Male Is Trying To Sell Me Paintball Gear Or Maybe Rollerskates.Later, We Watch A Wrestling Match Between A Very Buff Woman And 2 Buff Men.Someone Screams And I Look Behind Me.The Wall Is Completely Gone And A Stormy Ocean Has Appeared.Very Gloomy.Lightning Strikes And Then A Huge Tsunami Hits .It Crashes And I'm Blind For A Few Seconds.When I Regain Vision,A King Figure Comes Out Of The Water With Followers.They're Carrying Candles And Chanting.Everyone,Including Myself,Start To Huddle.The Scene Shifts As Were Walking Into A Hilly Forest Area. My Deceased Grandfather Appears And Is Connected To Me By A Harness And Rope .As Everyone Continues To Travel Uphill, My Grandfather Disappears And We All Arrive At A House From One Of My Earlier Dreams.As We Arrive I Begin To Here Very Loud Noises.(Like Chainsaws And Lawnmowers). I See A Truck With Lawncare Equipment.(I Later Discover Once I Wake Up That The Loud Noises I Heard Are From My Mom Using The Blender In The Kitchen)When I Look At The House I See My Grandfather Sitting On The Front Porch Steps ,Smiling.

-End Of Dream-

2 interesting memories of this weekends dreams. firstly i got lucid in my most recurring park/festival dream. i was with russ and bruce and just had a sudden realisation. i was in the park and we were facing a cliff. i stabilised by clapping and prepared myself to learn something as we approached a group of people on the edge of this cliff. this is a good sign because sometimes i will turn away or be overwhelmed when it feels like im about to learn something. anyway dont remember much else from that dream.

last night i woke up then managed to go straight back into a lucid. i just imagined myself flying, pulling myself through the air and out of my body. suddenly i found myself floating above the gardens of my local town centre. it was real as this is now and some lads were joking with me saying i would have to fly higher than that to be able to escape. escape what i dont know but i just had a little banter with them then it fades. so great to have that repreated reminder that literally all you have to do to have a full on wild is to just focus on doing something in a dream while forgetting about your physical body

I was in the kitchen that I know think might have been the kitchen or some room from a ranch I visited some time ago. Me and my mom were there and on the table was a huge Disc Jokey(DJ) thing. It had two giant record type things and I think some ports and stuff for iPod and discs and stuff. I remember my mom leaving and I stayed there to try and figure out the system and I remember getting annoyed that I needed two iPods when I only had one so I couldn't mix songs. Soon after that is when I woke up I think but It was annoying because it was my alarm.

Date: ?? -Zombie Invasion- Semi -Lucid


Me And A Group Of People(That I'd Never Seen Before) Rush Out Of A Dark Courtyard(Filled With Zombies),Into A Dark Rustic Building.Once Inside, We Barricade The Entrance.Someone Passes Guns Out.We Travel Up Stairs In Effort To Find An Escape.We Don't Ever Find One.In Panic,(I Knew I Was Dreaming Here) I Jump Of The Huge Stair Case And Die.I Then Kind Of ,"Spawn" In A Beautiful Scenery On A Top Of A Mountain.I'm Riding Down The Mountain On A Type Sled With Wheels.I Then Force Myself Awake.
-End Of Dream-

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning!

23.00: Sleep

05.30: Fragment
*I'm on one side of a battle front and there's a commander on the other side. I spot him with my sniper and shoot him in the spine. He goes down, but everything has the feel of a game to it. He gets up and gives me the finger. People all around me laugh and I wave to him. Next thing I know I'm in a big warehouse with antiques and glass everywhere. I jump around and do backflips, landing on goblets carefully. The gravity is a bit off and it feels amazing. Forceez is there with me, we jump around for a while doing insane stunts. I grab a plate and balance on it with my feet in the air. "I take back what I said about me having bad muscle coordination, I'm awesome at this!" I say happily.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

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