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Ok, so i'm a predator in this dream.

I wake up on some sort of table, restrained. I get angry and break through the restraints. There is a scientist there, as snap the restraints i grab him by the neck and snap it.
Another scientist runs away and an alarm sound starts. I dont care about the alarm, i have to find my equipment and my weapons, i re-equip my wrist-blades and my armour, which means i now can stealth. Its weird, every time i stealth i seem to imagine a keyboard, im pressing ">" - this is what i had it binded to when i used to play AvP or AvP2.
There is someone i must protect so i am sneaking around the facility, i turn into a corridor, behind some military guy with a gun, i tap him on the shoulder, he turns.... As he does so i un-sheathe the wrist-blade and stab him in the neck as hard as i can, i rip his head off, then continue my search.

I am searching for my shoulder-cannon (as we all know its f*cking imba!) I know it is located in a big room, with lots of huge storage boxes, and it is on the top. They know i am coming, its probably a trap but i need it.
I walk round a corner and get spotted by a guard, i dart backwards, lay on the floor and activate stealth. He comes round the corner and doesnt see me. I get up and decapitate him. suddenly marines are firing at me and i dont know what to do.... I run straight for the marine, i take a few hits but open him up from navel to chest... Theres not much blood and i cannot see his insides, i find this strange, but am glad.
I reach the room with the boxes, im high up and just about to get my shoulder cannon but i wake up =[.

I had a terrible night sleep, spent 2 hours trying to wild, gave up and went to sleep, woke up again, fell asleep again, then remembered this epic dream!
I think part of this was in deep dream state, but I don't know how much, it starts blending together after a certain point.
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I am boating through a swamp river, heading to some sort of cult initiation process. I arrive at some sort of platform off to the side of the river, there are two guards next to the river, and at the top of a rising pathway, a high ranking member of the cult. they want me to do some sort of task, I walk twords the cult leader, becoming less and less me as my mind starts to slip, but my conciousness remains. I grow to monstrous size and pick up the cult leader and flick him off of his trophy platform



I am about to leave, when I notice the platform is a much higher rank than I thought, and would be very valuble, I put it in my back pocket. the guards, once dispatched, have cheap plastic platforms, I put them in a different pocket, as to sort them, I feel they would be very useful when capturing people.

-dream skip/missing time/something-

I am sitting at my computer, I notice that there is an update for a game. I install the update, and play the game to see what has changed. I am sucked into virtual reality without noticing. I spend a few days interacting with- an intelligent man that tells me several things I don't remember or understand, he surprised me with his intellect. two women that seem to have a thing for me, and often do things I didn't expect, and an eccentric little girl that is very entertaining with her over the top antics.

I am actually somewhat sad that I'm awake now, because It was a lot of fun hanging out with them.

-meshes with the above somehow, don't know exactly-

the demon causes me to become a machete terrorizer, I start attacking people I know in my place of work, I remember trapping people in a room with me, it seems to be covered with cake, at least I hope it was red cake, I would just walk twords them, making threatening movements with my machetes, until I got bored.

-I forgot the above scenario, and became me again-

I am part of an investigation, the police are trying to find the identity of the machete murderer. I make up excuses, equally to myself and the police, about how I couldn't be responsible for the murders, despite a growing mountain of evidence. as the investigation continues, I suddenly regain the memories of the machete rampage I had. I am overcome with guilt and grief, I turn myself in to the officer, who is not surprised of my identity, then I wake up.

This morning I tried to get back in LDs doing a WILD attempt, failed, then ended up trying a DEILD and failing aswell. Nice. Here's my dreams.

1: Playing some sort of video-game which was a character in a little cart trying to pick up gems. At an intersection I had the choice to change directions. One of the levels offered had a lot of gems and was the only one where you could amass 10000 points. I try it out but its not the way I saw it before and after amassing all the gems which are now grey-colored, I still dont have all my points. I see a little square that says to add something on the track (a ladder maybe). I click on it but soon the track becomes covered with little ladder. Then I see another button that says Meditate to recover points and building and 2 days. Random. The dream ends with me asking a girl to put bubbles on my arm. Random. Through all this time, A-Punk was playing (I remember picking it out of my Ipod). This is where I woke up to try to WILD with no success (even when I was close to REM)

2: I'm at Alex's house sitting in a red bed with other girls, one which I remember to be Justine. I am carrying my drumsticks with me through this entire dream. I end up going downstairs while thinking about how I should Jue about her movie shes trying to make (in real life, she wants me to help her do a remake of Hunger Games). Downstairs, in the corner of the room, a drum set lies. It instantly catches my eye . I am constantly trying to go play but somehow I cant, its out of my reach (maybe because its his father's). Sometimes its accoustic, sometimes its electronic. For a brief moment, I see a little cartoon girl with pink hair playing the piano in the other corner of the room. Twice, girls (Marie-soleil dumas, catherine ramsay) come to Alex's house to give him milk and lettuce that they have in extra (lol wut?). Somehow I manage to reach the drum, but its not "real". The pads are made of some weird rubber and there is absolutely no rebound. I cant play properly. Then I realize im playing with a spoon hitting inside another spoon. I turn around and see Alex has a cool-looking electric guitar. I ask him why he wants to buy one when his father already has one, but I dont know his answer.

3: I am playing Super Smash Bros Brawl until I realise there are about 40 extra character choices I didnt know of. Most of them are locked until the game crashes (in RL, my CD is damaged and crashes).

4: In an F1 race, people are interviewing the winner of the race (which is me). The thing is, its a special race. At the end of the track, there is a trivia question where you must pick the right path to win. I dont remember what the question or answers were, but there was about 10 answers. I chose the right one and won, but decide to backtrack and jump back in the race. In my car, I drive forward until I see a racer coming the other way. I let him pass and follow him to the finish.

5: I dreamed about Combat Arms too.

I am standing in the mirror after Jesse's lame birthday party at the movies. At this party I left as soon as the movie started and went into the school field and was doing something with the garbage. I got back as soon as the movie ended. Anyway I am looking in the mirror and my teeth are massive. My upper right teeth are not attached to the roof of my mouth, and are just free floating. After a long time I start thinking that this is weird. I nose plug and try to breathe in and I can. I don't believe it, so I do it 2 or 3 more times and can still do it. I realize its a dream but its a pretty sluggish realization. I drift into a non lucid where my dad is gangsta now and riding a motorcylce right behind our car.

WBTB-30 mins ish this time, read a bit from a latin book to jog my mind, and meditated for 10 mins before setting my intention and vis. Took me a long time to fall asleep again. I had the intention of stabilizing the dream this time, but didn't work out.

I am walking outside in the courtyard of a party, and people are at tables eating dinner. This just doesn't happen to me in real life. I think that its a dream, and also think that anything I want to happen will happen. The cute blonde girl I've been wanting smiles at me and walks over. I lose lucidity here. She climbs up on a ledge/balcony and asks me for something I can give her? I don't follow her inside as she climbs into the house through the window or some door, but wait for her instead. The next thing I see is her hanging from the balcony from her neck in a noose. Why did she kill herself? Earlier in a very tall building where you could see the stairs go all the way up many of us were watching and waiting for her to come out of the washroom, because something seemed wrong. Something about her dead relative who created a pill who could bring ppl back to life. Lazarus? I was walking strangely earlier and she commented jokingly but with interest and I told her I'd explain later. She was Latino then, not white and blonde.

I am sitting back to back with her now, or someone like her watching a movie with lots of other ppl. There are two halves of the ppl facing eachother. I am happy that I'm making some connection with this girl. There is a brunette in front of me beside who I think is a boyfriend, who shyly slips her fingers in between mine. Its awkward and I'm not sure she's my normal type but I kindof like it.

I have a false awakening where my friends are at my house in my sisters room making all kinds of noise and breaking things. Conners shoe flies off and almost breaks a grandfather clock that isnt usually there. There is a black guy in my room that I don't know, and he is floating and has his hands on me. I'm afraid of him and think he's gonna hurt me. Either way I want these people out of my house but can't do it. He has a knife pointed at me, and I take it from him. He's saying things to me and I want to stab him, but know that it won't even do anything.
I 'wake up' and go into the computer room where my sister is. She is dressed as if she's about to go to a club but its daytime. She seems annoyed. I am on the floor sitting, and my mom is there too now. Something breaks and we try and get our dogs out of the room without them stepping on glass.

Between Sleeping and Waking: Dream Diary of the Man Who Doesn't Make Sense.

Monday, July 11, 2011:

Day 2: The Man on the Balcony.

I was in a massive dome, filled to the brim with people I had and hadn't known throughout the years. I was amazed at this meeting, for I hadn't anticipated to see these people again. Just as quickly, a thought came to me.

"I must be dreaming".

Then, quickly my perception of the scene changed. I was then aware that this room, these people, had all been bred from a single source - my mind. They were dream manifestations of my attitudes and personality, and I knew it. As I looked about the room in amazement, the folk had smiled at me. Yet, even with that realization, I was at a rather low level of lucidity. Though I knew I was dreaming, that still didn't stop my interactions toward others. I still thought I had a social reputation to maintain, in spite of knowing that I was dreaming.

In accordance to this, I had faintly whispered, so as not to disturb others, "Awareness now".

Obviously, not much had happened. I had then ignored this, moving outside with a few DC friends (whom I didn't know previously). We were on top of a large, steel, balcony. There were stairs directly to our right, and the dream characters had set off to use those. I, however, had opted for a different method of reaching the ground floor.

"Do you know what's more fun than using stairs?" I asked the two DCs.

"What?"

"Jumping off the balcony".

And then I quickly got up to the balcony and, in spite of feeling coldness in my veins, attempted to bring myself to jump directly off, knowing that I would land on the floor without harm. Upon getting up on the balcony, I felt nauseated. It wasn't necessarily the pain that concerned me, but the speed of the fall. This isn't specific to my dream. In waking life, I am terrified of many amusement park rides - particularly roller-coasters.

Come on! I prompted myself. Jump! You'll be alright.

I couldn't do it.

I then lost lucidity.

Between Sleeping and Waking: Dream Diary of the Man Who Doesn't Make Sense.

Sunday, July 3, 2011:

Day 1: Under the Radiant Stars.

All was empty, and twilight had settled on the silent, stone courtyard. It was there that I sat, the cool marble underneath my butt welcoming me, the courtyard's sole visitor - or so I had assumed.

"Hey," rang a low, musky voice.

I walked over to what seemed to be a man in the ground, his head and arms protruding from the earthy barrier beneath. Chunks of flesh had been ripped from his blue, ripe skin. And yet, the strange thing was, he wasn't at all frightening. His aura held a strange wiseness.

"You know, this is all a dream".

I stood, my mind and face in total contemplation. But, honoring the man in the earth's suggestion, I took my index finger and thumb. It was then that I had pinched a piece of my forearm.

Nothing.

It was as if my arm had been replaced a piece of flabby rubber. No pain could be felt whatsoever. That was when I saw the truth in the man in the earth's statement. Sleep paralysis had befallen me. That could only have meant one thing.

"I'm asleep," I said, astounded at my new-found dream body. "That means..."

At this realization, I had laughed and laughed like a child, with exclamations of "I did it!" spurting from my mouth. At last, after many weeks of reality checking, I had achieved lucidity. This had marked my very first lucid dream. Then, I had remembered from my waking life that, during a lucid dream, the only limit is the imagination. With this, I jumped as high as I could. I was amazed at the height my particularly light-footed jump had scaled as I came back down, landing on both feet with ease. But, I knew what it was that I truly wanted to do, and that was to fly. And so, I sprung myself forward as far as I could.

I then promptly landed belly-first.

Now, had I attempted that stunt in my waking life, I surely would have shattered every bone in my body. Luckily, that wasn't the case. I quickly got back up on my feet, and pondered what it was that had caused my inability to fly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man with long blond hair to the side of the courtyard, sitting in an old chair and rocking forward and back.

I walked up to him and, without second thought, asked, "How do you fly?"

At this, he looked at me for a moment. Not in frustration, but in patience. He then said...

That was when I awoke in my soft wooden bed to the footsteps of my schoolmate and the iridescent, dull light that had shone in from the nearby window. Though I was sad at not hearing the man's words, today was a day like any other. I got myself out of bed and went to get my books for school. I was a bit sad that I had woken up so quickly, for my lucid dream had just begun. Yet, this feeling of sadness was quickly replaced with one of eccentricity. I had my first lucid dream. Very few in our society could truthfully say such a thing. Yet, I questioned my new-found consciousness. I had remembered that text read would generally be jumbled during a dream. At this, out of my own curiosity, I checked the textbooks on my writing desk for verification that I was awake. As I looked at the title and author of the first book I saw, I noticed that the name and author seemed to be gibberish. However, I craved further confirmation. I then opened up a book and looked at the text of its pages, which held multiple words, which I do not remember now. I quickly lost myself in the reading material.

Then I woke up again.

One strange dream that I had I remembered as though it wasn't a dream, but obviously it was. I don't really remember what was going on, except that Laura was there, I think, and the moon was revolving around the Earth at an extremely accelerated rate. Also, in the dream I had recalled that the moon had previously been moving very slow, and I feel as though this might have to do with how the moon has seemed especially large in the sky in real life lately. Laura was also there in real life when I noted that.

Another strange one was I was with some friends. I remember Daniel Snow, and I'm pretty sure there were 2 other guys. I think maybe Jerry was one of them. We were in Daniel's car, I was in the passenger seat, and we were driving and we drove past a car that had Tommy Crisafulli driving it and we all looked back and I guess made rude remarks or something. Then we went to get some food. I'm thinking that this was supposed to be Radford, but the layout and people didn't match at all. So we drove up to Dalton and kept driving through it, even though I was pretty sure we were supposed to be walking. At some point, I realized that we weren't still driving, and that the car had been collapsed into a small, light-weight chunk of car that I was still sitting on and Jerry(?) was behind me pushing it.
I was a bit hungry, but I was determined not to get any food, so I got myself a drink. I asked the cashier for a drink, and I think he got confused, because he said something about one drink and something, so I was like "what? that's more than one drink should be" or something and he was like "well, alright, $1.50". Honestly, that whole part is a blur.
After that, I keep walking, and there's a security officer standing around and I don't see him looking like there's a problem, so I guess the whole car thing wasn't an issue.

Okay this dream doesn't make any sense whatsoever. And I've usually refrained from posting dreams like this or worse here. But here it goes.

The whole dream took place in third person perspective, like a side scrolling video game.

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So apparently I had lost my main study book and the notebook I got with it. So I was ordered to go to the principals office to fetch new ones, which I would pay for later. Upon getting in to that room (wooden walls and floor with metal structures holding them there, a couple of bookshelfs with some odd items on them, and a red carpet on the floor), he told me he had no finnish version of the books left. I'd be forced to do with the swedish version. Too bad I can't read swedish.. at all. So I was kinda disappointed with this. So I decided to go look for the originals I'd lost. Found them nowhere. So apparently this was a space ship and I saw it now. I went to the waste processing facility to look if my books were there. Nope. I accidentally opened the airlock. There was me and one other guy now in space with him looking at me with an angry face. End dream.

My dad got me something from CVS. It was a green cube shaped thing that was supposed to help me get better at guitar. It had a hole in it, so I went to exchange it. I did, but I wanted to buy a piece of candy while I was there. I picked out green tootsie-rolls, which were actually gum, and twizzlers. When I got to the counter the lady told me how much everything was. All of it was ridiculously expensive. I didn't want my dad to be mad that I spent so much so I was trying to decide what to put back. Somehow ice cream got added to the pile along with a bag of chex mix. I couldn't decide what to put back. It seemed like about an hour of standing there. I would up not getting anything at all. As I was walking out I passed a huge arcade game in the middle of the store. On the screen were two dinosaurs/monsters fighting. By the exit of the store there were two crane games. A girl about 9 years old was trying to win something. As I walked out of the store I saw my dad. He asked if they let me return the broken cube thing. I said yes and showed him the new, orange cube. He gave a maniacal laugh and we left.

This dream was very long, but i remember bits and snippets of it, so here we go.

STORY: I was trying to kill all the evil people blah blah blahhhhh


Here are the frags i remember.

DURATION OF FRAG: 1-1 min 30 sec

I was walking down a grey path with trees all around me and there large leafs coming on the pathway. Soon it led me to a LARGE area and a cutscene happened of a lot of enemies appearing from purple portals that were floating off the ground. At the top right corner of the battle field, there were gauntlets i had to get. I ran to them while the enemies were teleporting all around me trying to hit me, but ,missing. I soon reached the gauntlets and they gave e the ability to become invincible while flying. So i began flying and beating the crap outta all the enemies.

DURATION OF FRAG: 1 min

I was on a LARGE elevator and the princess (she had a brown-red face and blue eyelashes, she looked very egyptian. SHe was thanking me for all the hard work i did saving the kingdom from all the enemies, and the 3 boss battles i dont remember SOon the elevator went up and the dream ended (BEST ENDING )

DURATION OF FRAG: 3 min?

I was racing someone and my mom was telling me to lose or something. I dont remember it.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was in a car with either my mom or my sister. We were going through some mountainy area, probably just outside town. My mom or sister was probably the one driving. We were winding up some hill on a wide road.

We passed a car crash, which was just to my right. The car looked pretty huge, like a van, but maybe twice the size. It was completely wrecked, smashed, and burnt. It may even have been upside down. I may have thought that it was smashed almost completely flat. The car was surrounded by huge police or medical vehicles.

As we passed the front of the vehicle, I tried to see inside. I couldn't see any bodies, so I assued that the police had pulled the people, living or dead, out of the car by now.

But then I saw a body with its top half laying out of the driver's side (?) of the car. The body was burnt beyond recognition. It looked all skinny, dry, and featureless. It had a greenish-brown color, and its skin was more like ashy rock than skin. Its eyes were just slits, and its mouth was a gaping hole. The body was probably still smouldering and smoking.

I felt like we had known the person in the car crash. The person may even have been a family member. I felt like we should have determined whether this was the person I'd thought it was. But we kept on driving.

We were probably heading toward some kind of suburban neighborhood or residential complex in a small town in the hills just beyond us. We may actually have pulled into this neighborhood.

I know that there was so much more in this dream, but I can't find it in my head
All I remember is that me and my best friend we're walking somewhere.
He didn't say a word, but I was speaking and speaking like crazy. But after every 2-3 words or so, I kept losing my breath. I had to stop, take a deep breath and move on. I could breathe trough my nose, it was like I was having a bad cold, it was impossible to breathe trough it.
Could this be some sort of dream sign?

i had 2 dreams last night and this is the first recall i have had since taking vitiman B6 on saturday (which i am not going to take anymore).

my dream started when i was in my doctors surgery in the waiting room and i started looking around, all of a sudden i look to my right and my lawyer has just pulled up a seat next to me and when i look ahead the surgery is filled with jury's and judges and lawyers (i have a court case coming up) so the judge looks at me and asks me to explain what happeed in my own words but when i go to speak i have a very high pitched voice and i constantly try to clear my throat and after a few miutes of doing this i try harder and when i do this i now have an incredibly deep voice. i look round at my lawyer as if to say i cant do this and he asks me to sit down.

my warning was that i was in my fiancee's house and her mum is giving me and her brother money for dinner and puts 10 nnotes in front of him and says that is for your kebab, as she puts down 5 for me and looks for another 5 i start to feel really ill at the thought of a kebab i then wake up and run to the toilet with quite an upset stomach!

Dream Journal entry #2

Dream Fragments

•I was in a photo booth where the pictures didn't turn out well.

•I was on a roller coaster.

•A group of my friends in my class were trying to jump a gap which I could see was too big,but they still tried. None of them made it. I went down a long staircase back down.

A nightmare

I was Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. I was accused for killing a bearded man who they said was Moses. And I did kill him. For no reason I had punched him bloody until he stopped breathing. I saw a man who looked like Jesus with loads of guards behind him. Jesus looked furious and he ordered the guards to get me. Pure fear coursed through me and I ran for my life.I passed obstacles with ease,but so did the guards. Wall jumping,vaulting,diving etc. Suddenly I felt annoyed of being chased and I felt like I pressed some kind of mental off-switch. Nothing happened. I didn't worry. I told myself that it takes a while.However,even after a while nothing happened. The panic came back to me as I keep running from the guards who are right behind me. I started to feel like I was being held back,and my running gradually slowed down. The next thing I knew I was tackled to the ground. I was held down with an enormous force. I received an almighty blow to the jaw. Then a man with a long dagger (a notched cinquedea) appears. I am lifted upright with my legs hanging a bit. The man with the dagger,well,does his thing.

I dreamed just long enough to feel a millisecond (or more) of pain.

This was written 22nd of June,2011

I was going out with this guy and we had sex, then broke up for two months. I found out that I was pregnant and had told my best friend who asked me who the father was. I hadn't even thought of that, and told her that he was the only person I'd ever done it with in my life. She said that I should tell him. I was really nervous but I asked him to come to the cafe because I had to speak to him. I can't remember why we broke up but I think it was because he thought I was cheating (I wasn't though). We were sat at a table and he asked me what I wanted to tell him. I said that he was the first person I'd had sex with and he asked me how many people I'd done it with since. I told him that after we did it, he was the only person I'd done it with, and I wanted to keep it that way. He didn't know what I meant so I told him that I hadnt had sex with anybody else, ever, and would only want to do it with him. He said that he didn't believe me because he thought that I thought he was rubbish at it and that I'd prefer to date some footballer or something. I said no, because he was sweet and kind and he did as I asked, instead of hurting me, and that I loved him. I told him again that I didn't cheat and nobody would come close to how much I loved him. He took my hands from across the cafe table and said yes, he would take me back, and that he never stopped loving me throughout the months we weren't together. I asked him that if I was pregnant from us having sex, would he have stuck with me and the baby. He said yes of course. Then I took out a positive pregnancy test out of my bag and showed it to him. He was shocked, and said that he loved me even more now. Then I said I felt really sick and we rushed to the toilets (he came in the ladies with me) and I was violently sick.
The next day we went to both our parents houses and told them the news, and they were very happy.