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08/22/2011
Dream One:
"Escort Servicemen"

I was a soldier, during a modern war, and we men were going through some trial, where we had to choose wives from a crowd of random women, and prove ourselves worthy of them by escorting them through this sort of 'bonding' exercise. That exercise consisted of leading them into a hostile area, reaching a checkpoint at about 100 yards, and then escorting them back to our camp. The twist was that we men were given blast-resistant suits, and the women were made to remain in their civilian clothing. With our flack suits, we men had to shield our prospective women with our bodies, while escorting them across the killing field, constantly maneuvering ourselves to block the bullets and explosive blasts barreling in on us from all sides.

The conditions were hellish, moving from cover to cover, but getting tagged by all kinds of ammunition, while we staggered through the explosions, bullets zipping by our ladies' uncovered bodies. We did our best to traverse the field, but I watched many couples die in their attempts, either blown apart by ordinance or gunned down by shots to unprotected areas. The smoke was blinding, and the explosions were disorienting, but my future bride and I had finally made it to the end of the field. This was like the hornets' nest, and the resistance greatly intensified. I don't even remember the moment at which we hit the checkpoint and began our way back, but we were soon huddling back toward camp, fighting off the continued barrage.

It was then that I noticed that I couldn't feel the woman in my padded arms anymore. Looking down at the hollow between my arms, I saw that she was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I knew what happened, stopping in place and turning back to face the checkpoint. It was now being swarmed with enemy combatants, and I knew that I had somehow lost her in the fray. For a moment, I tried to muscle my way back toward the checkpoint, but I was getting hammered with heavy machine gun fire and RPG's - smoke trails streaming out from the 'hornets next' and detonating on and around my huge, cumbersome flack suit.

Finally, caught a glimpse of her, through the smoke and flames, she was being hanged. I can't remember if I actually saw her, or just a silhouette, but I remember the image of her dangling from the noose, before being cut down and then impaled on a spike, as if to be propped up for show. At this point, I knew there was nothing I could do and I turned to make my way back to camp, feeling absolutely horrible about my failure...and still getting rocked by explosions and assaulted with gunfire. On the way back, I found another woman on the ground. Her protector had been killed, and she was down in the dirt, completely helpless. I lifted her to her feet and shielded her as I had done with the other woman, guiding her the rest of the way back to camp to meet up with the rest of the survivors. I don't remember anything that happened when I got there, though.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
I was on a stretch of dirt road which ran alongside a highway - the two roads separated by a chain-link fence. I had to get from one side of the dirt road to another, on foot, and there were a few people with me. The thing was, whenever we'd try to get across this stretch of dirt and grass, we would get killed by some psychopath who was roaming the area. Then, we would have to 'restart' at the beginning of the stretch, and try to take another route, or move through a little more quickly to try avoid the killer. I remember that he would kill really disturbing ways, and I recall one time having my entrails carved out of my body with a spoon.

There was also a female voice narrating the entire dream's details, like a commentator on some 'shocking video' show. That's about all I remember of the dream, though. I don't know if I ever ended up getting passed that stretch of road.

Dream (Fragment) Three:
All I really remember was that I was skateboarding with some old friends. I've never been all that great at skateboarding, but I was rather impressed with myself, in the dream. I pulled off a few ollies and one flip trick where I stood the board up vertically and balanced on it, but for setting it back down on the wheels.

Sean and I were all packed for something and were travelling somewhere (probably a mixture of me helping Sean pack for college, and packing myself for Japan in RL). We each had two large suitcases (which I really do have for Japan...) and we were heading into this really rickety old train station/tunnel. The train was already waiting for us, and it turned out to be only a little rollercoaster-like car on an open track. The seats of each sections were wide enough to fit about three people, so Sean and I squeezed in the middle and put one suitcase each next to us, and one suitcase each under the seat in front of us. A girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail sat there. She greeted us, but I don't think she said much else. Somehow we found out (maybe the girl told us) that this train was headed for a furnace at the end of the line. People supposedly put their luggage and garbage on this train, some to be incinerated and some to be magically transported to wherever it needed to go. However, Sean and I didn't know how the magical process worked and we didn't want our stuff incinerated...The train began to move slowly, and I could see that it looped back and into a furnace not too far away... One seat moved into the incinerator at a time, and the train stopped each time. However, Sean and I couldn't get off the train yet, even though it would have been very easy to hop off at any moment as it was moving slow enough and there wasn't anything but dirt below; but we were waiting for something...
Finally, the ride we were apparently waiting for showed up, in the form of the mother of one of Sean's wrestling buddies. We saw her drive her blueish SUV up right outside the tunnel and park, waiting for us. The blonde girl had disappeared by now as we sprang into action. Sean had to hop off and run outside to make sure it was okay with this lady that we put all of our stuff in her car, but by the time he got back there was a small baby-gate blocking the entrance to the train tunnel. He could have jumped over it easily, but it would have severely slowed our progress. Instead, I agreed to grab our luggage and toss it to him over the gate, where he would put it in the SUV. Our car was already nearing the furnace and I started to panic. I quickly grabbed a suitcase, ran over to the gate, and tossed it to Sean, but when I returned to our car the luggage had multiplied. I didn't take time to question it, I just knew I had to save it, so I grabbed as many random things from our car as I could and brought it to Sean. I kept going back and forth, and each time I returned there was more and more stuff on the seats, now mostly toys and junk from when i was a kid... it seemed to be taking forever for me to grab this all by myself, and I was becoming frustrated. Finally, as the furnace was getting very close and I could feel the heat now, i was nearing the end of our stash. The seat two ahead of us jerked into the furnace as I scrambled to grab the last large suitcase we had. I ran it to Sean, feeling relieved that I had gotten everything, but as I glanced back I noticed still one last suitcase, still under the seat in front of ours. I raced to grab it - it was heavy and nearly to big to fit under there - but I yanked it out just before that seat moved into the furnace... I dragged this last suitcase over to the gate, my arm hairs singed; On the other side of the gate Sean was in much less of a rush than I had been, so there were still suitcases piled on the ground on his side. I hopped over the gate and proceeded to help him pick it up. This is where Mom woke me up.

I've been too busy to record or remember my dreams, but here are three that I dreamt over vacation. I don't have time right now to write them out well, but here is just a quick rehash of what happened.

In which I try to prevent R's death but end up complicating things and causing a sort of time paradox...

I returned from a solo vacation to discover that R had died while I was away. He was gone, and what I remember most about the dream is the feeling of the nothingness his absence. It’s really hard to imagine nothing; that’s what it was like trying to comprehend his death. It was so unsettling and impossible that my mind started racing, looking for a solution to this problem. No one could explain how or why he died, just that he had and that it was permanent. I could not accept it. Something deep down inside me was shouting through the despair that it isn’t really that way. There is something I can do about it. There is something that is not quite right. I searched his Facebook account and retraced his steps the day he died. The last thing he’d done was walk down to the store near our house. I clicked on a video that showed his last moments. He walked to the drinks cooler, opened the door, then collapsed, dead, on the convenience store floor.

Since I keep a time machine in my bedroom, I traveled back in time to the moments before his death at the convenience store to see what happened and if I could save him. What I saw was a small demon hiding among the soft drinks in the cooler with its pitchfork ready to strike R down as soon as he opened the door. “NO!” I shouted just as his hand reached out toward the cooler. R turned around and the demon disappeared. I’d done it! I’d saved him!

R was amazed when I explained about the time machine, but he was not relieved to be alive. He explained that he’d found out earlier that day that he’d contracted the Ebola virus and that he would die a gruesome and slow death from the disease. He’d made a deal with the demon to kill him so that he’d have a fast and painless death instead before the Ebola symptoms started taking their toll. Then he started bleeding from his eyes.

I couldn’t stand to see him in this state, so I went back in time even farther, back to the day that he contracted the Ebola virus in the first place. But somehow I got the dates and times mixed up and I arrived just after he’d contracted the virus. It was too late- he was already infected.

I suggested going back in time even farther, but R pleaded with me to just let him die. Originally, he only had to die once- just by the demon’s pitchfork. But now there were two more of him, the R in the convenience store bleeding from his eyes with the onset of the disease and the R who’d just contracted the virus who would fall ill shortly. And because I’d screwed up his bargain with the demon, there was no relief. He would have to die two more times- both gruesome and slow deaths from Ebola.

In which I claim I am having an out of body experience but really just dream that I am...

I dreamt that I was lucid and decided to fly away from our campsite and over to my own house where my friend was house-sitting while I was out on vacation. I asked her if the mouse infestation had her freaked out and whether or not it had rained. She didn't seem troubled or surprised that I was there. Instead she seemed a little irritated, as if I were a nuisance that she had to tolerate. She explained that we are not close enough friends to dream share. I told her that I wasn't trying to dreamshare- I was having an out of body experience. She was awake and I was visiting her in my dream state.

She rolled her eyes at this and explained that I was certainly not really visiting my house out of body. She said I was just dreaming that I was and that I wasn't even really lucid. For proof, she told me to look around the room and tell her what I see. I described the green walls, the bed that she was sitting on and the fireplace.

"Do you have any of those things in your own house?"

I realized I was dreaming for a second, but then when I turned to look out the window it did look just like the window in my living room looking over onto my front porch. Her bed changed and looked like the futon in my living room again, and then I started to think that I was really having an astral projection after all. I was just having trouble focusing on it.

"If you are really in your own house", she told me, "then go down the hall and see what the rest of the place looks like". Down the hall there were a few more bedrooms with people in it. One had an middle aged man who looked sort of like an elder Pablo Picasso sitting on a bed in a room that looked like my Great Grandmother's guest room. I tried to talk to my friend again to get a grasp on what was happening, but I couldn't make the words form correctly and I kept losing track of my thoughts. My friend just sat on the bed away from me, petting a dog and singing to herself. The dream meanwhile morphed into something else.

In which I have a miracle baby and face the horrors of life...

I was at my friend K's house when suddenly my water broke and I went into labor. We called the paramedics who rushed us both off to the hospital. A few minutes later, I gave birth to a full-term blonde haired blue eyed baby that looked like the kids in Village of the Damned. The doctors were amazed because I had shown no symptoms of pregnancy whatsoever. I had not gained weight or even missed a period. K said that if she hadn't just seen it, she wouldn't believe it. By then, the media was there too. Everyone was calling the child a "miracle baby" as if it were some sort of messiah. I was more skeptical. I thought perhaps it was a tumor.

Anyway, the doctors whisked the child from me and took it down to the NICU which was a series of barges along each sides of a long pier that stretched far out into the sea. K was troubled by this because she thought the baby would be better if it were allowed to rest with me. The doctors refused to let me see the child. So K and I escaped from the hospital through its back window and ran down to the pier.

It was a horrible sight. There were dirty sailor men who looked like the harpooners in Moby Dick that had tied donkeys to the planks in the pier. They were slicing body parts off the live donkeys who were screaming in pain and then butchering the meat up for sale. Farther down the pier, people walked along shopping for the fresh donkey meat. The conditions were completely unsanitary. The meat was sitting in the sun with waves splashing over it and flies swarming around it. There was sewage in the water and litter all along the trail. A fat woman sat in front of the meat in dirty underwear, picking her nose. She asked us if we wanted to buy anything. The barges along the pier doubled as incubators for the babies and as garbage dumpsters. The stench was unbearable. The child I'd given birth to was crying on top of a heap of waste and composting branches along with dozens of other babies. I wanted to save all of them because it was the right thing to do, but I didn't feel any real emotional bond with any of them- not even with my own child.

K kept shouting that the babies should be breastfeeding and that nursing is the most important thing one can do for a baby. I told her she was overlooking the bigger picture. In these circumstances, maybe it was more humane just to let them die.

This dream was during a period of a few days that I didn't pay much attention to my dreams due to a little bit of real-world stress, so here is a fragment...

I remember going mini-golfing by myself in a place where there were lots of other people already there, in groups, in couples, with their kids... I felt sort of out-of-place but perfectly fit-in at the same time. Anyway, I started talking to some other guy there a couple years younger than me, who had come there with friends but split up with them for some reason. We were in the middle of a casual conversation when my friend Adam (my usual DM in RL) came up to me to tell me about a new DnD mission he had for me in the DnD world, a different dimension, but that i had to keep it under wraps. He left really quickly. Apparently I didn't keep this new mission thing serious, because I started bragging to this other guy about how I play DnD and about how much I loved it. I knew I shouldn't be bragging, but I couldn't stop my dream self from doing so...This other guy told me that he played DnD, too, but not as long as I had, so we had a conversation about DnD.... I think later on we both had to work on the mission together, and the other guy ended up being smarter and stronger than me. I don't remember any of what the mission was, but I distinctly remember waking up feeling incredibly ashamed that I had opened up my big mouth in the first place.

This dream made me wish I could go back to the days where I was quiet, too shy to talk to anyone. Everybody assumed I was smart because I did my homework and got all A's, but I never had to say something and have it proved wrong... Whereas now I'm a little more open, but don't know how to say what I really mean a lot of the time, so I end up sounding like an ass or trying to make myself look a little better than I really am, and turn out to be an idiot. I habitually open my mouth even when I shouldn't.

I went on a mini trip to my parents house so I was unable to write for a few days, but really I didn't sleep that well there so I don't know that I could even remember my dreams...but here is what I remember from last night after I got home and just fell into my bed.

I was a video game character...I think Sims Medieval. I was actually the character, but I knew I was being controlled by something. It was weird because I was in a medieval era, but I was being told to do things like water skiing. I kept wondering who was controlling me and why they cared to, but I never did get lucid to where I knew I was in a dream. I just remember feeling like I didn't like having to follow the directions I was being given.

I was in rp when a gun dealer kept shooting his customers. He killed this one guy with a pistoo, and he dropped his Galil, so I grabbed it and killed the gun dealer and ran off. Then after a while the guy kept chasing me around. He was either looking for the assault rifle I took or the money printer that I stole. For some reason he kept finding me and it really creeped me out. I went into this room past that tunnel in spawn and hopefully he couldn't find me there. I have this glitch where I can see through walls, and I saw him come over and then stop. I was wondering why he stopped and panicked a little. I ended up ontop of the jail building and realized how he kept finding my me. He had this device where you can detect the printers with a hear vision of some sort. As I kept running, I saw that cars were also detected my the device. So I thought, maybe I could hide the printer behind these two Chrysler 300's on top of this roof. I crouched down behind them, but then saw him coming so I said screw it, and flicked what I thought was the printer. It was my phone, and it wasn't the guy. So I ran over and said I meant to drop the printer and tried to grab my phone. He said, lemme look through the photo's first, but then realized that the pictures woud probably just all be cats.*

Not lucid - Lucid

I don't remember the starting dream very well but I know I was at a street of a good friend (which I visit quite a lot) but the street was closed at the end so I had to walk around it, I then noticed that all the other streets where closed at the end too (they had build extra houses at the end).

I thought it was strange so I did the nose pinch RC and I could still breath so it was a dream, but I had wondered during the day if that means that your real breathing is the one in your dreams (which it probably is) so I paid attention to my breathing and I felt my real body (What I experienced as my real body) which made the dream instantly fade.

I did the regular DEILD method next, just laying still I noticed that I still had my dream arms (I could move them very easily), so I started rubbing them together to make the use of my dream bodies senses and before I knew it I could actually see my hands and I got out of my bed.

Which was a false awakening, I luckily thought doing the nose pinch RC again but this time not paying attention to my actual breathing. I noticed the dream was very vague so I paid attention to my left hand and the more I paid attention to it the sharper it got. Until I could spot some birthmarks on the inside of my finger (which I don't actually have) and there was a weird line through my vision like with a old VCR where the tape has been damaged, But the sharpness of my hand amazed me.

As soon as it was sharp/clear enough I continued to walk through my house, I walked downstairs where my family was but I remembered I should summon a sword for my dreamgoal but I didn't care enough and was too fascinated by the vividness of it all, I went back up the stairs again to look for fun things to do... when the dream vaded. My vision was gone but I could still feel the floor onder my feet so I knew I just had to stabilize. I rubbed my hands again and when I could see them I would look at them closily to regain vivedness again. I still had the birthmarks on the inside of my middlefinger so I thought lets continue the dream and do my dream goal.

But before I could start it vaded too fast to do anything about it and I woke up for real this time.


I also remembered myself writing down a Call of Duty like dream that I had, but when I checked my dream journal there was nothing there. So I actually dreamed about writing in my Dream Journal.

Lucid
Non-lucid

My memory picks up whilst I am driving in an odd area, not familiar to me. The streets are fairly crowded and it appears that I am in a large city, simply without the big buildings. I find myself driving behind an older lady while going down the on ramp that allows you to enter the highway. For no reason, I decided to do a nose plug reality check and it had worked. I was now on the highway, and I was aware that I was in a dream. I then jumped through the back of my car and landed on the highway. I see multiple cars coming toward me, and I simply walk right through them and they continue on down the road. I look up and to my left and I see a bunch of large advertisement signs scattered across the view of the city that I am able to see at the time. For whatever reason, I decide not to go into the city, and I then attempt to jump inside of passing cars as they are heading toward me. I soon find that this is not working, so I turn and run behind a car at an amazing speed. I just jump right through the back of a car, and I am now sitting in the back while the driver and the passenger are starring at me with a confused look on their faces. I don't notice who the driver of the vehicle is, but the passenger is a girl and we do a few things, then I awake from my dream.

Lucid
Non-lucid

My memory picks up walking down past an old friends house which lies close to the railroad. I eventually make it down to the house that sits on the corner not far from my own, and I am leaning up against a white car speaking to a man that was out walking his dog. All of the sudden the dog begins to speak, but in English, of course this startles me and I then ask the owner of the dog if he just heard what his dog said. He says no, and then we casually carry on with our conversation, at this point most of my focus is directed toward the dog while I am speaking to the man. The dog then says something else in English, and I try my best to ignore it. The dog then says another thing and this time there is no doubt in my mind that I am either crazy, or in the presence of a dog that can speak actual words. I begin to worry and I start to walk toward my house which is close by. Once I enter my house I then find myself sitting with two of my friends and my cat in my living room.

While we are talking, I am still thinking about the dog and the whole ordeal so going through various explanations I find that the only logical one is that I am in a dream. I then do the nose plug reality check and quickly find that I am in fact dreaming. I levitate my friend up to the corner of the room and I then set him down, then I levitate my cat around the room and set her back down on the couch next to my friends. For some reason I then get the thought in my head that I never went to bed, therefore how am I dreaming? I begin to question what happen to me in my waking life to induce a dream.

I go upstairs and I find my dad sitting at his computer desk within his room, I go over to him and ask him if he could attempt to wake me up. He says sure, and he goes over to my room which is across the hall and he looks as if he is moving something around in my bed, possibly me. He says that I am apparently not moving so I tell him to call an ambulance and I close my eyes and try my best to awake myself. It appears that it has worked, and I am within the confines of my own room. I then think that it could possibly be a false awakening and I then attempt to do another nose plug reality check. The reality check works, and I am once again aware within my dream.

I look at my dream room, and wander around a bit in awe. The room within my dream looks just like my room in my waking life, it was amazing. I looked out of my window, and then plunged myself through my window and into the air flying toward town within my city. Not long after I took flight, I awoke from my dream.

all i remember is meeting this kid dota in a part of my town called nab behind a random telephone pole. i cant remember why we met there but he said it was a sick hiding spot and i looked at his ninja 650r street bike and i instantly thought if i were to ride that right now i would crash

i drempt iwas back in my first day at school with the new mind set i had and i saw all my friends as younger. Later we were all chillen on the field and there were 2 young girls delivering water to kids nd i was given a water and then some speaker came in and started telling me about his story i told him mine nd somehow we ended up in my house but were able to go riht back to serra with out group

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

14-08-11 Nap: I am in a house a big one. I walk towards the large living room where Ida and Ruth are talking. I sneak close and they don't notice me. The only reason I do this is to see if I can, which I can.

I decide to go through the kitchen on my left to another room, just to sneak around the house while they don't know I am doing it. When I get to the kitchen I stop sneaking as much and take some larger leaps, which makes the floor squeak a bit. But since I am further away now I know they won't hear me.

When I get to the other room I start realizing I am dreaming, the situation reminds me of my last attempt where I think I started taking control too soon and sort of pulled myself out of the dream.

I need to check though and now Ida and Ruth have arrived and they are looking at each other on a sofa. Ruth is wearing some pink top and loose bottoms. I decide to make them kiss each other and she starts leaning up towards Ida, who has a slightly higher ground wearing gray. Ruth puts out her tongue and Ida teases a bit but doesn't seem to mind it, though she seems a bit surprised that they are actually doing this.

Wow I am good, I think to myself, I can make two women make out in front of me as foreplay for when I join in. Too bad two women together doesn't do it for me.

I decide to just go with it. The dream has stabilised a bit and I can move around easier now. So I grab Ida from behind and drag her to the window. She starts mentioning that we have discussed this and she wasn't interested. I explain that maybe if I had been a bit more like this, taking what I want she would have liked it. Besides, my dream, my rules.

The dream quickly starts fading, but I recover, this is why I took her to the window to try and focus on the scenery while at it. I try and remove her trousers, but this proves difficult as they are very tight jeans. I imagine her to be wearing a summer skirt instead which eases the process.

The dream is starting to wobble in and out and I have to exert a lot of focus on the surroundings to keep it stable.

Though I manage to get her pants off, when I am “out” they have reappeared again as some big scary granny panties so I just flick them aside and manage to get a couple of thrusts in before the dream fades.

Notes: Stupid sexual dreams, not a good RC at all, what a waste of a lucid.

15-08-11 I get teleported into a gorgeously decorated church. I am not alone, there is a vampire with me. The church is quite famous though I don't know which it is. I am amazed by this. And I start laughing in wonder, I look back and see if I am the only one experiencing this reaction.

The vampire, who looks like Bill off true blood, does seem a bit impressed, however he isn't only happy and excited. His face is lighting up and he is in agony, didn't think of the whole vampire on sacred grounds thing.

I rush to him kneel down and put my hand over his face and throat and keep chanting “your spirit is welcome here”. After a while he settles down relived of the holy pressure and a thought occurs to me. If he was feeling the effects, why wasn't I, being half vampire myself. I look back and see a bunch of sorcerers walking slowly towards us.

One of them seems as surprised as I am at my freedom from the pressure. Then she looks a bit to her right and breaths out a bit of mist.

“Thank you Jake/Jack” I whisper and think of the ghostly spirit that is accompanying us. I recall who they are and address the people walking towards us, being confident that I could annihilate them should a confrontation arise.

“The Order of St. Giles right?” These people are vigilant vampire hunters, we are however not here to cause trouble and we don't wish unnecessary bloodshed. I explain that the man lying wounded on the floor is a good man, though he is a vampire.

I manage to persuade them to listen out for a second and next we are sitting around a table in a booth towards the front of the church. This time Erik is there as well and it seems like we have earned the trust of the order (In the Dresden Files they are known as the Fellowship, but hey, my dream).

I tell him that we will get his memory restored in no time. He sort of looks at me blandly, but looks grateful as well.

The scenery starts moving about quickly and I think I switch character. I am moving away from the church and it is dark around me. The streetlights don't produce much surrounding light, but sticks to an unnatural cone straight down.

I keep moving away from the church eventually going under ground, where I have to move under some metal fences for quite some time. On the other side the character I am, a little blond chubby boy is given a spell that for some reason is dangerous to vampires. I am not quite there to witness exactly what happens, but a big bad ass vampire in a black long leather jacket appears.

I think he deals with the person who gave the information away as I retreat bellow surface the way I came. I wonder on the way back how illogical this is, as if he was chased by a vampire he would be dead soon enough, though I rationalize that maybe big baddie didn't know which direction I went.
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I am in a rather big city. Lasse F is there, though the chronicling of the dream is slightly off.

I meet up with a woman I know in a shop, I don't know her name though. She has some markings on her lower left face, but I am left in doubt if these are permanent or just some recent light scaring. Her hair is shoulder short and approaching black in color.

I dunno exactly what we are talking about, in general I think it is just some small talk to get to know each other. I think we are in the same school. We leave the shop rather quickly and continue the conversation on the street, where we depart soon after.

I am at the same spot in the streets now I am talking to Lasse F. I ask him quickly what city in Europe he would consider the best architecturally. I am expecting something like Barcelona or Amsterdam, though he doesn't answer with any of these cities.

I don't hear what he says at first, and when I ask him what he said he seems unwilling to repeat himself.

The dream is working towards a big meet up of a line of characters, some I know and some I don't. I remember not if this actually takes place in the end or not.
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I am in a book shop of some description and all of a sudden a battle between a death eater and a harry-potter-like character takes place. I am not sure if there is an actual battle or it is just pretense. The Harry Potter character is a woman/girl with spiky hair of a dark color.

I sit back silently knowing that I could take them both on and get out on top.
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I talk with a couple of friends about the way people have gone traveling and are unlikely to come back. One of these is Minka and her brother gets used as an example of a person that has left and isn't coming back.

I mention Anders as a person that has come back, and Skovborg might be in the room, he himself as an example of a returner.

16-08-11 At Annegrethe's birthday I notice a song from Thure that involves doing something with quite a lot of fruit. On the sheet of paper it proclaims that he is my flat mate and 17 years old, which surprises me in a couple of ways.

First off I don't recall there being a song from Thure at that actual party, second of all Thure is older than 17 years old. But as I start to question these things my mum interrupts and asks if the song is from Thure, and how awfully nice that is of him.
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I am in what seems like an American city on fire. There is a background commentary on this is now we are seeing the results of the last decade's extensive use of violent computer games.

The city is in ruins, there is rubble all over the place and where ever you see people they are carrying either hand guns or rifles. The scenario is simple kill or be killed. Shoot on sight, humanity has lost it.

I stop myself gun in hand. I decide to throw it away and start walking around the city with caution, as far as I am aware I am the only one to get the idea that killing is baaad mkaay.

I am standing in a driveway under a tree. It is morning time and I am speaking to someone. I soon identify the source of the voices as coming from the camper parked in the driveway.

It takes a bit of time to convince the voices from inside the camper that I have decided to take up the path of non-killing. They decide to trust me and let me in, however I have to enter the code myself.

This turns out trickier than just entering a combination into a key pad. The combination is to be entered under the door to the camper. There is a slit wherein a series of motives have been carved in the wood. These are not visible though, so you have to feel out for them. I can't remember all of them, but one is a freaking samurai warrior to give some hints of the difficulty.

I am however getting verbal assistance so I make it, though I am also told during the process that the code is a work in progress as one of the voices keeps cutting new ones.

I finally get in. To my surprise the voices of the men I have been talking to doesn't belong to two grown up men. Rather the people in the camper are all packed in a little wooden box. The voices are from the two eldest fetuses (feti?). They are lying face to face in the box with tubings running down by their bodies helping them survive in some sense. The tubes continue upwards to the top right corner of the box where there is an assortment of smaller fetuses, though these aren't sentient as the two largest ones.

I go outside again and through the branches and sticks of the tree in the driveway I spot a woman. She looks at me and there is a small hint of fear upon her face. I hold up my hands palms outward to signal that I aint carrying and I have no intentions of hurting her, she looks quickly away and back at me.

I don't know if this woman ends up joining the cause, but when I get to the van there is a woman, I think I met before (just noticed I didn't, but that was how the dream explained her presence). And another one that has approached her from the street, intent on non-violence as well.

We get in the van preparing ourselves for the ride to get out of Hell Town. We take off and I am driving. I give a rats ass about red lights or otherwise traffic regulating signaling, under the assumption that if I was to adhere to these remnants of legality I would be the only one and stand out. Besides a moving target is always trickier to hit.

When I take a right and run through a red light under an approach way to the higher free way system I hear sirens behind me. I have a cop on my tail.

I take a right out over the harbour, except that it is a pedestrian system and the roads I am driving on are narrow as fuck. Multiple times one or two wheels of the van are in the water. I pull the handbrake and spin around and start driving back.

The diversion worked the cop continue straight ahead and I don't allow for much time to pass before I drive out into traffic again.
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I am at a party in a two story building. On the deck below there is the bar and speaker system. The speaker system is set up a little bit weird as it is pretty much central on the floor, with satellites on the walls.

I think Mikkel L is there (which would make sense seeing as my family and I talked about him that evening). He is somehow involved with running the party and the sound system.

I think it might actually be my room for a short while, because someone mentions the good quality of the speaker system and I tell them that what my flat mate has next door is a hell of a lot better.

Skip.

I am now upstairs and it is a freaking nightmare. There are mainly two types of monsters up there and I believe I can only take on one at the time.

The monsters are pretty stationary or slow. The stationary ones have a long energy tongue that looks like a vortex or wormhole if you look down it. The problem with the scenario is that if I decide to take on the monsters on their turf I am always in range of the tongue bitches.

However I have an ability. I have some kind of rope or tentacle myself that I can shoot out of my chest that will then pull me towards my designated target. So my strategy becomes run in and get attacked from multiple sides, then hook onto a target get close and pull it to the corner I have already cleared.

On the last trip in I am getting sucked at from 3 directions and the target I have selected is on a shelf above me, plus there is some sort of big ass cable across the ground I will have to get over. I get over the cable and take a shot at tentacle tosser, but miss. I am now standing taking hits from all over so I have to do something quickly.

I run under the shelf of the target and wait there, now out of range from the other monsters in the room. As I expected soon enough the target peaks out over the edge in order to take a couple of swings at me. Bad move, mofo! I now have a route to shoot at and though I aint exactly confident that my own tentacle (that seems more of a mechanical thing) is strong enough to pull it down I come out on top. I then rush to the cleared corner with the monster and kill it. I have taken up a rather unusual way of killing these monsters, I think I am actually biting vital chunks off of them.

Skip.

In the same room on the same floor I keep doing these labs, It might be during my monster hunt that I decide to take a break from the heroic parts of a heroic tale.

There are women there. And they are have the hots for me. I notice one of these women and start making out with her. I do another lap, this time intend on finding something a bit more exotic (read nude and willing to get close to me) and find her on the next lab at the same corner I used to drag monsters to.

I am already naked myself and I put my arms around her waist and spin her around so she has her back to me. She doesn't resist, in fact she reacts completely opposite.

I wake up.
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Pre-sleep: I sense a numbing sensation in my body as I wake up and decide to sleep again. The hypnagoic imagery is of a helicopter view of tree tops that slowly form into an encompassing forest.

Soon enough the sun appears to give the entire scene some lighting. I try and act and I wake up.

I remain calm and soon enough a similar scenario arise, trees slowly moving by until the scenario is that of a forest.

This time the sun is ahead of me and causing some extraordinary visual effects as I am looking at outlines of trees in the background as well as some dark shrubbery off to my right.

The evolution of the dream continues till the point where I am walking with two mates a bit ahead of me. We are having a conversation and they start mocking me for not exerting control although it is my dream.

I start explaining that the reason I aint doing anything is for the dream to stabilize, but the fuckers have tricked me into destroying it, by talking, and the scenery vanishes and I see the back of my eyelids and wake up.

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