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I was at my grandparent's house (which didn't actually look like my grandparents house in any way) an I went into the attic. There were ten beds, each occupied by someone trying to lucid dream, except the one nearest the door, which I lay down on. I started to try to lucid dream. It was very dark, but I could see a bit.
This was the layout of the room
- -
- -
- -
- -
x -
_

With - being a bed, x being me and _ being the door.

After a while the person at the far end of the room (also on the left side) left, and I moved to take his bed. Someone else went into my original bed. They were playing binary beats (though as I have never used them I do not know if they sounded accurate). I then went to sleep (in the dream) for maybe half a second, but when I opened my eye's again most people had left the room and it was a bright. I asked the guy in the next bed to me what had happened and he told me that it was morning. I started down the stairs to get breakfast, and that is pretty much all I can remember apart from a flash back of a huge plate of fried eggs. When I woke up from this dream (for real) at 4 in the morning or there about, I thought about it, and wheter it could have been a shared non-lucid. I also remembered hearing the words 'I want to move from (name of the room we were in) to reading room 5 9. I felt that reading room 5 9 was very important.

Nightwalker

I am in my apartment. I am dreaming. How did I get here. I feel a creepy presence. I turn, and I see it’s just my reflection. Just a seven foot tall lanky demon in the mirror. I scratch my chin. Oh, hey that’s me. That’s right. Nightmare time. MUHAHHAAHA!
I summon seven mirrors. Each one has a different Self or version of me... Timelyst Knight, my Future Self Lord of Knight, the immortal android from the future, with an adamantium body, and symbiote armor. Soulkyst, my Vampire Self, with pale lavendar skin, and long white hair. 3Juargawn, my Beast Self, God of Nothing, the Jaguar-Man. Peter Pan, my Inner Child, who resides in my Inner World, NeverWonderHell. I see the other mirrors changing into different forms... Solgawn, the Minotaur from another dimension, Deathgawn, my Demon Self...

Aha, my Angel Self! How profane! I pull my angel self out of the mirror like a suit, and become an angeldemon. I writhe in pain as my angel helmet burns into my flesh before finally fusing with my skull. I wield the Flaming Sword of Michael, and it burns itself into my hand. I scream it pain as it fuses to my hand. Feathery bat wings grow out from my back. My skin is half red, and half covered in tiny white feathers. I feel like I am going to vomit. I spin around, and the dream changes. I am in Hades. Gawn is sitting upon the throne of Hades. He is continuing a conversation, gesturing in disgust to an animal in a cage next to me. “...and furthermore, I have no energy to feed it, unless you would like it to feast upon you. So- what have we here? Nomad?”
For some reason, I am about three feet tall. I bend over and cough.
“Stand up, you!”
I stand before Gawn the Dream Warrior Master, my father-in-law, and look him in the eyes, with one yellow eye, and one red.
“Holy shit. You actually did it. You’re one crazy fucking bastard, man. I give you that. I definitely give you that. Holy fucking shit. Hey, that’s what I name your angeldevil demonangel whatever form: Holy Shit. HAHAH. FUCK YES. YOU LOOK FUCKING CRAZY. LOOK IN A MIRROR.” He summons a mirror.
I kind of look like Two-Face, but, angel and demon.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Nomad?”
“We are all one, Father-In-Law.”
“Oh, there are no laws, cut the bullshit, son. lol.”
“So, you thought, ‘oh, hey, I am a badass. I am going to infect the Hive Mind with the Ultimate Coolness. Since we are all one, I will just prance through the Dream Plane as an angeldemon doing the work of Gawn?”
“Something like that, Your Honor,” I cough.
“Someone give this man a drink of water, or hm.. pomegranate juice, I heard he likes that. And don’t call me that, you little weird alien boy.”
“I grin,” I grin.
“And do stop narrating out loud everything you do.” DOH! “Now, walk with me through these cartoony purpley grey caverns, and we shall speak of dreams and other dimensions, but mostly... Nightwalkers.”
“Uh... what’s a Nightwalker?”
“You, apparently.”
“Is that like a Nightstalker?”
“No! Nightstalkers are ignorant demon posessed fools! Or infected children, or weak minds, poor things. Nightwalkers are a different breed. You will see.” Gawn leads me to a giant door with letters carved in the purpley grey rock: NIGHTWALKERS in yellow letters. There is a note nailed to the door which reads: If you like be one Nightwalker, take an application to the left of the signe. If not, go away. After you take the application, throw it away, because you are not fit to be a Nightwalker. Lol.
Sincerely,
The Nightwalkers
P.S. I’ll haunt your fuckin dreams, bitch.

I then realize the door is Wounded Paw, the Native American Dreamwalker I saw in my dream so long ago. “WOUNDED PAW!” I shout. He morphs into a human and grins at me. He creates a portal, and we walk through together. We walk up a flight of stairs. The stairs rumble then grow slippery, which I ignore, until they feel like living flesh beneath my feet. Gross. Eyeballs roll down next to me. Then, a river of blood, pus, and vomit. I begin to smell it. I summon a clip over my nose.
“Okay, this doesn’t scare me, it just grosses me out.”
“FUCK YOU! YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!” Wounded Paw grabs me by the throat, and shoves me into a dream where I am in an insane asylum, trapped in a straightjacket. I want to do an RC, but I can’t move my hands. Fuck. This must be real. Yeah, it looks real. How the fuck did I get here. Oh, right... dreams. I told too many people that I can do dream sharing. The government said I could either work for them, or they would drive me crazy. I ignored them. Little did I know they just made me look crazy, as a form of imprisonment. This is making me crazy! Being here, locked up. Goddammit. I should’ve never told anyone that I have been contacted by aliens. Of course those alien fuckwads are not going to save me. Fuck them. Shit shit shiT! AW SHIT.
Xaphor appears. “Dude, you are SO DREAMING.”
“No, I am not. I am going crazy, and you are a figment of my imagination.”
“STOP BEING AN IDIOT. WE HAVE THINGS TO DO. TAKE OFF YOUR COSTUME, AND LET’S GO, NOMAD.”
“Okay, I am just going to ignore you Mr. Figment. La la la...”
“Oh! You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh, good he’s gone.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, I can’t see you.”
“Because I am invisible.’
“Soon, I am going to stop hearing you.”
“No.”
“La la la.. I am just here in this padded room by myself.”
“NO YOU ARE NOT! STOP TALKING LIKE A RAVING LUNATIC, AND LISTEN TO ME. THIS IS A GODDAMNED DREAM, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! AA! YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF!”
“Whoah... that was really loud.. I actually felt the sound in my chest...”
“That’s because, I am real.”
“Are you a ghost?”
“No!” he shouts materializing in front of me. “I am your Dream Guide, he says, breathing hot dragon breath in my face. I feel like I just got sunburned. Ow...”
“Okay, this is obviously real, so how did I get here?”
Xaphor leaps upon my legs, and bites my face. I scream in pain, and writhe out of my straightjacket, ripping it off and Xaphor, flinging him across the room. He hits the wall and smiles. “That’s th spirit, Nomad. Now let’s kick some interdimensional ass.”
“Stop trying to make me sound crazy, demon!” I shout, becoming a demon zombie.
“Why are you morphing?”
“I don’t know, Xaphor.”
“You are in Nightwalker School.”
“Holy shit! I forgot.’
“Yes. Epic PHAIL! on your part. Looks like Wounded Paw is not going to hire you.”
“Dude, I don’t even know what a Nightwalker is. Gawn doesn’t tell me shit! It’s annoying.”
“You should trust him. He is the Dream Warrior Master.”
“I do trust him, but that has nothing to do with being curious.”
“Maybe he doesn’t think you are ready.”
“What is a Nightwalker, Xaphor? No riddles.”
“You made it up.”
“Oh... uh... no I didn’t! What the fuck?”
“A Nightwalker is a dream invader, a Nightmare Inducer. A Nightwalker induces two types of nightmares for two different reasons. One nightmare is the Adventure Nightmare. A Nightwalker will invade the dream of a non-lucid dreamer to induce lucidity and recall through fear or amazement. The other type is Pure Vengeance. In this type of Nightmare, the Nightwalker will invade the dreams of an evil person, to avenge the victims of their evil deeds. These dreams are the ones in your Hidden DJ that you have in your dreams.” Xaphor reads from a book.
“Uh, what is that book?”
“Your book.”
“What’s the name?”
“Dreamwalking: Oneiromancy for the New Millennium.”
“Kind of long.”
“Meh.”

missing time

I am in a dojo. I am learning basic martial arts. “Time to get back to the basics, Nomad. Time to have lucid dreams in Alpha State. Valerian, Choline, use whatever aid you can. Melatonin, vitamins... just do it all. nothing is cheating. Mother Earth provides us with such things for dreaming. Electronics are machines made by man’s mind. Amazing. Do not fear of relying on such devices. When the time comes for you to become a cyborg, choose wisely a company known for quality, such as Yamaha.
As soon as he says “Yamaha,” I lunge at him, knowing he must be some Templar fuckwad trying to infect my dreams with Consumerism. “FUCK YOUR PRODUCT PLACEMENT, BITCH!” I shout, as I leap upon his chest, and beat his ass. It’s Gawn. “It’s Gawn.” I stand up.
“Yes, I know who I am. You don’t have to tell me, idiot.”
“”Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud?”
Gawn rolls his eyes. “Actually, the founder of Yamaha is an avid lucid dreamer, who dreams about quality, and perfection. He plays every saxaphone, drives every motorcycle in his dreams after the engineers come to him with their designs. He has taught his top designers to lucid dream. In fact, its a requirement for all lead engineers of Yamaha to be able to lucid dream at will.”
“Are you serious.”
“Yes.”
“So, are you saying I should work for Yamaha?”

“No, I am just saying when you buy your cyborg parts for your body, look for a company with a reputation for quality. Wake up! You are dreaming.”
“Oh, right. I forgot. Thanks. Oh wow. I am. Gawn, I have to wake up, an write this down.”

“Do it.”

this dream felt like it was 5 hours long. it was one of the most vivid dreams i have ever had.

The dream started out at recess, i as talking to my friends. I'll just say it was the asian one. Everything in recess looked normal, the skies were clear and the sun was shining. The grass was green and the tar was black. Soon my asian friend was gone and i was searching for my other friend. I found him and began running to him. he looked exactly the same and was wearing his brown jacket. I then had a hose and was spraying it all around the black top. My other friend was also there. Soon i almost sprayed the water from the hose on the Librarians books. She looked at me with a stern face and i said sorry and began walking quickly. My hose vanished and i soon resumed talking to my friend. My other friend was nowhere to be seen and when i turned around, he was walking away, so i ignored him. He soon saw me seeing him walk away and returned to the 'group' of 3. Soon we talked about going to the moon started and POOF...

I exited a launch pad to the moon. I was on the moon with my bro. We saw WIND blowing dust away. There was flying dust everywhere O_o. My mom said something like i have to stay here for all summer or something. then they left (THANKS MOM ) My bro was excited and i was sad. So i popped in LittleBigPlanet 2 on the PS3 there and I began playing. Dust continued to blow on the barren lands of the moon around me. I had DLC for the game so i began playing that. I had to like move lights to mirrors refelcting them to complete puzzles. Sometimes when i looked left, i would see my kitchen. My bro was warming up ice cream in the microwave (WTF?) This went on for about 3 hours. Until i went in the cupboard and found his ice cream and put a bite of it in my mouth. Then he saw an took it from me and began eating it as the dream faded........

A LOOOOOOT more happened, but i dont remember it in detail enough to explain.

May 31, 2011
Lucid Dream 238: Funeral Fun
Series: Friends, Episode 13
DILD



I was at a funeral and all of my classmates from high school were there. For some reason, the funeral was taking place on the front lawn of my childhood home. Apparently, a girl from my class had died. It was "CW," a girl who only attended my school for a single year. Me, Cliff and a group of girls we knew, were walking around looking at the flowers and pictures and whatnot. The girls seemed uninterested in everything and were laughing and making jokes. I could see some close friends of CWs sitting on the porch, looking at the laughing girls with disgust. I walked over to the porch and sat down with them.

I commented on how disrespectful some people could be and started talking about CW. I told them that I didn't know the details of her death and I asked what had happened to her. They told me she had wrecked her vehicle into a creek that was only a couple feet deep. Her pants were hung on the luggage rack, so she was trapped underneath the vehicle and drowned. One of the guys sitting there, GL, got up and dramatically acted out what had happened on a nearby vehicle. He hooked his belt loop through the luggage rack, clutched his throat, acted as if he was struggling to catch his breath, and then let his body go completely limp. It was quite an unusual scene, but somehow I stopped myself from laughing at his antics.

Suddenly, I was now back in my old high school. My friend Ryano looked at me and said, "Lets get lucid!" I was a bit startled by this sudden comment and looked around my environment. I realized that I definitely shouldn't be in high school. I knew I was dreaming.

I got out of my desk and walked out into the hallway. The teacher was yelling at me to come back in the room, but I ignored her. I ran down the hallway and noticed an extremely attractive girl sitting in the lobby. Knowing I couldn't fail, I purposely said the cheesiest line I could think of, "Are you ok? You didn't hurt yourself when you fell from heaven, did you?" She smiled at me as if I was the smoothest dude on the planet. I then decided to throw out my friend JTs drunken pick-up line, "Hey, you wanna f*** me?" With emphasis on the "f*** me." She stood up and began kissing me. I picked her up against the wall and slid "myself" inside her. Suddenly music began playing in the background. It was a very slow and romantic song and the lyrics went, "Now, now ba-by...love don't hurt...now, now ba-by...love don't hurt." I thought it was a bit odd, but I kept pounding away anyway. The dream started to fade, so I stopped and stabilized.

I decided I was done with pointless sex and wanted to do some wall running, matrix-style. I took off running along the nearby wall and then jumped to the adjacent wall and began running along it. All in one smooth transition without touching the floor. I continued wall running up and down the halls. A few times, I lost my balance and had to start over. The bell rang and students began flooding the hallways. I decided to get a little mischievous. I started flying around kicking people, tackling random people, and even stopped to make-out with a pregnant chick, lol. At one point, I noticed I was wearing really tight spandex super hero pants. I started floating around the hallways shouting in a cliche super hero voice, "Make room for Captain Yoshi!" People began taking pictures of me and letting out some cliche "ooooohs" and "aaaaahhhs" as I posed in cliche super hero poses . The dream faded soon after and I wasn't able to hang on to it. I awoke.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



June 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 239: The Not So Shared Dream Experience
Series: Friends, Episode 14
DILD



I was sitting in a room with my friends Mike and Diddy. We were talking about lucid dreaming and Inception. I told them we should try to share a dream. I explained to them how to WILD. I then laid down on the couch and they both just laid in the floor. I closed my eyes and almost instantly, started seeing through my eyelids and sat up on the couch. Mike and Diddy were still asleep in the floor, so I woke them up and told them we were lucid.

I told them to follow me. They got up and I dove head first out of the nearest window. We flew around in the sky for a bit and then landed in a large field. I asked them, "What should we do?" Mike said, "What do you usually do?" I replied, "I dunno, I usually do random things like make tornadoes, or fight things, or f***." Diddy wanted to make tornadoes, so I held my hand out and acted as if I was a powerful wizard. I shouted, "Come forth! Demons of the sky!" Suddenly, the sky got dark and lightning started flashing. A funnel cloud formed and touched down at the other end of the field. I held out my arm, concentrated on the twister, and started moving it across the field. As I slowly moved my arm, the tornado moved along with it. It seemed to lag behind my motions quite a bit though. I sent the twister into the surrounding woods. Trees were being uprooted and tossed around the area.

Mike and Diddy summoned their own tornadoes and they started dueling with them. They were trying to bump each others tornado out of the field and into the woods. Mike's tornado had a red tint to it and Diddy's had a green tint. I then brought my tornado around and back into the field with theirs. I challenged both of them to a 2-on-1 twister battle. As their tornadoes approached mine, I split my tornado in two, by holding out both arms together and pulling them apart. I then moved the two twisters on either side of the other ones, and pinched together, swallowing them up in the process. The four tornadoes had combined to create one massive tornado that was under my control. I slung it through the woods with my arm, and it left a trail of destruction behind it. I told Mike and Diddy to follow me, and then I took flight.

I flew directly at the massive tornado. Mike and Diddy shouted from behind me, "What are you doing?" I shouted back to them, "We are going to fly into it, come on!" I approached the tornado and could feel the wind resisting my flight. I was now flying in slow motion as I got closer and closer to the twister. As soon as I touched the funnel cloud, I was sucked into it. I caught a quick glimpse of Diddy and Mike as I spun around and around the twister in a violent manner. The wind was intense and my vision began to blur. I suddenly woke up on the couch that I had fell asleep in. I woke Mike and Diddy up and we started talking about how awesome the dream was. I was thinking, "I actually shared a dream...that was awesome!" A few moments later, I woke up in my bed and realized I had actually been dreaming the entire time and hadn't really shared a dream.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



June 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 240: Yoshi, The Train Conductor
Series: Friends, Episode 15
WILD



After writing down the previous dream, I headed back to bed. I felt SP kicking-in, so I just went with it.

The transition was fairly short. My body started floating above my bed and I could hear some static and muffled conversation. After a bit, I saw through my eyelids and everything had stopped. I new I had transitioned into the dream. I saw someone walking toward me and noticed it was my friend Deej. I sat up in my bed and noticed he looked super pissed. He pointed his finger in my face and said, "If I was your parents, I'd whip your ass!" I laughed and said, "What the f*** are you talking about? Lets go fly!" He seemed to snap out of it and followed me out onto the back deck.

We both took off running and leapt into the air. We flew around for a bit, but I was struggling with my flight control. I seemed to move perfectly in straight lines, but my turning was very slow and unresponsive at times. After a bit, we both landed on the road side. I told Deej I was going to pull a Kobe and jump over the next car that went by. I tried to imagine a car coming around the corner, but it didn't work. Suddenly, Deej shouted at me and told me to turn around. I turned around and saw a train coming up the road. It was a very odd sight to see a train riding through a neighborhood. I waited until it was just in front of me and I jumped into the air. I only jumped about half the height of the train, so I kicked off the front of the train to get an extra boost. I landed on top of the train and turned toward the front. I held out my arms and felt the wind blowing into my face. It felt really awesome.

I looked around and noticed there were many bars on top of the train that looked like handles. I crouched down and grabbed two of the handles and began steering the train around the neighborhood. I could feel the physics of the entire train within my grasp. It was really cool how heavy it felt when I turned, and how I could feel the many cars behind me slowly following suit. I looked back and never saw the end of the cars. This train was huge. I decided to try and make it fly. I pulled up on the bars with everything I had and the front of the train lifted off the ground a bit. It was crazy heavy and I could feel the weight of the train in my grip. I pulled extremely hard again and this time I managed to lift the first few cars off the ground. I woke up as I strained to lift the rest of the train.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Had a couple of actually pretty awesome dreams last night, but I'm so pissed that I didn't write down or couldn't recall more of a lucid I know I had early on in the night. Might have been so early in the night that the REM period ended. Anyways I was also up and had a bit of an adventure.

01.30: Sleep

02.15: Nightly Adventure
*I wake up and jump out of bed. I grab a pillow and hold it up against the headrest of my computer chair. Phew! I blocked the path of the shots before they were fired. I stand there and hold the pillow firmly against the headrest so it won't shoot Monica who's sleeping.

07.30: Fragments
*I'm lucid. I'm with a few other people and I show them my telekinetic powers. I grab a steel beam of some sorts and throw it over my head. My dad smiles at me. I grab the beam again and a small, black ball. I throw them around simultaneously in different directions. Multitasking!

*I'm talking to a doctor, and for some reason I'm speaking english. I try to tell him that I need someone to look me up. I tell him about my nightly adventures, how I have hallucinations almost every night and I haven't found out why yet. I say that I'm a Dream Guide and very educated when it comes to dreams and such, but I haven't met or read about anyone who also has them.

07.30: WBTB 10 minutes

9.30: Chased by monsters
I'm inside of a big skyscraper. A huge monster is attacking the building, and I open a wooden door and close it. It won't shut properly so I have to try three times before it shuts. I can feel the world change. I open the door and look out. I have teleported to a nearby place on the ground. I can see the enormous monster destroying the building from outside. The building itself is huge, as tall as a skyscraper but just as long. The monster looks something like this.



On a walkie-talkie I can hear my coworker yell as I watch the monster jerk and jump into the huge hole it has made. With insane speed it crashes through the building, spraying debris in all directions. The last thing I hear from my coworker is a scream. The monster pops out on the other side of the building and I decide to get its attention. I whistle as loud as I can. The monster twiches its head and looks me straight in the eye. I know how fast this thing is so I close the door quickly.

Three times to teleport. I open it slightly after the first time and can see the monster outside of the door already. Oh shit I won't make it! I close it and can feel the monster trying to prevent me. I open and close it a third time and teleport away. I lean against the wall and open the door again. I know the monster will have morphed into something less harmful. A small girl appears and looks into the small room I'm in. I grab her arm and drag her into the room and teleport away. I end up on a muddy field, on a sign it says: "Woodstock". I push the girl out the door and teleport away again.

The dream skips. I'm now watching different coworkers, how their days started. I want to find out who's responsible for the monster incident. One guy seems to be harmless, but another one has a strange feel to him. They're Asian for some reason. I go into 1st person mode and I'm in some kind of slum area, near where the teleport ended up the first time. I can see the big building nearby. I immediately run down into the basement, there's something dangerous coming for me. Down at the sewers, a man is lying half-buried in the sand.

He looks very frail, and there's barely skin left on his bones. Two small boys are with him and they appear to be his grandsons. I look behind me at a green door, knowing something bad will come for us any second. "We have to go!" I tell them. I look behind me again and all of a sudden some watery liquid starts seeping through the cracks of the door. The boys picks up their grandpa and we start running. I get some liquid on my feet, it feels like oil.

We run through a maze for a while until we arrive at an arena of some sorts. Grandpa has been forgotten and me and the two kids jump over stacks of rubble and crates to go as high as possible. I see a path above the ground on some construction beams. For some reason we're not going to run anymore, but face whatever's coming. We start building traps with concrete steel on the only walkway there is.

A very big guy in black armor appears.



He starts walking on the pathway and we all release the concrete steel we've tightened. They smack him on his legs, doing absolutely nothing at all. He starts laughing at our futile attempts to stop him. I'm holding a couple of soft spears which has green feathers on them. I throw them at his face, aiming for his red glowing eyes. He starts laughing even more and reaches for me with a huge hand. All of a sudden he cries out in pain, a spear jutting out from his eye.

He goes down on one knee, clutching his face. I take the rest of the spears we've got nearby and hand half of them to the boy next to me. "Throw these in his remaining eye when he comes at us" I tell him. One or two must hit, we've got like twenty spears each. With a roar the man reaches for us and we throw as many spears as we can, I start stabbing him when he's close enough but nothing happens. He grabs me and holds me tight.

I wriggle loose and start clawing and punching him in the face. Again the man laughs at me. Once again he grabs me and holds me tight, I'm screwed this time. The third boy who had been completely forgotten had apparently been preparing some ultimate attack. I watch him as he loads up some crazy gun that emits some futuristic sound. I say his name and the man turns around and gets a full on blast in his face.

I'm dropped to the ground, but the big arm holding my ankle is still squeezing it hard. It hurts alot and I scream in pain. After a while the hand lets go and I breathe out. I try to move my wrist (for some reason my wrist got hurt) and it feels like I can't move it properly. When I turn it, it sounds mechanic, like I've got a prosthetic. "You can do surgery on your wrists now" one of the boys tell me. Like I'm giving an OK to do it finally after all this time.

09.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! What an epic and long dream. Too bad I didn't get lucid when I was in it, that evil guy would have been obliterated.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was on vacation with my dad at a waterpark. I was waiting in line for a waterslide when I realized I had my contact lenses in still. I told my dad I was going back to our hotel room to take them off. When I got to the room I realized I didnt even have them in, and was wearing my glasses. I turned around and there was a lady on the couch. I knew that she was my dad's girlfriend, but in the dream she looked different. Her kid came in and said something really nasty so I told him it wasn't nice to say things like that. And boy his mom got pissed at me for saying that. She started saying things like that she was going to marry my dad and make my life miserable.

Now we are in the car, me and my brothers in the back, my dad is driving, his "girlfriend" in the passenger seat. It was actually my stepdad's car, although that isn't what made me lucid. For some reason I just realized I was dreaming and did a noseplug RC. It worked, but I still remained unsure, and not wanting to do something stupid like jump out the window, I just stayed in the car. Still though, I'm happy to have this semi-lucid after days of terrible recall.

I am sitting with MoSh in a kind of trashy house. We are playing poker, drinking and smoking cigarettes at a card table. Asuka is doing dishes. There are some kids playing in the next room. MoSh is overweight, and looks pale and tired. He suddenly stands up, overturning the table and says, “Fuck this dream!”
“Fuck this whole Inner World!”
He destroys all the illusion, until it’s pure energy. He takes a deep breath. We are all colored energy, so is everything. “It’s beautiful,” I say.
“I feel fine, I feel good. I can leave my Inner World like this. It feels like truth to me,” he says.
“Okay,” I smile. ”
“Now, lets go into those tunnels.”
We teleport into a great cavern. “Of course our archetypes take over this meme here,” MoSh says. “Just like in waking life... One person sees a tool, another one sees a weapon, but it’s just a rock.”
“Right. Interesting.”
“So, because this is not my Inner World, we are not in an Energy Place, we are in a Cave, but on Earth, if we said we were in a Cave, it truly would be, but it also is a place of pure energy.”
“That makes sense.”
Suddenly MoSh turns into a Green Mage. He has a white staff with a claw holding a glass orb with glowing lights in it. He points it to the center of Hollow Earth, and we go rocketing through the tunnels.
We step through an arch into a lovely garden. A Naga approaches with something in his hand. He blows sleeping powder on us, and says, “Go to sleep.”
We pass out in a field of poppies.

In this dream, I and dream friends are exploring with geologists and expert spelunkers, the Labyrinthe. We are called subterranauts, and mainstream society is now as interested in exploring The Labyrinthe as much as outer space. We also have camera crews with us, for publicity, of course. We build waystations in the caves along the way, and we travel for two months, before MoSh and I finally find ourselves tumbling down a strange slippery tube. At first I resist, then I realize I cannot, so I just go with the flow. Raven, a black moth, flies down after us. She has radio transmitters on her back. I end up a muddy mess in a huge cavern. I am surrounded by reptilians off different colors. Torches are dimly lit. They hiss at us derisively.
One of them wearing a headress which looks like its made of dried gills of some amphibian points at me with a strange staff with a skull on of a human.

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“What business do you have in The Labyrinthe, Surface Dweller? Do you think you can so easily contact your allies in the Inner Earth? First you must sojourn through the Dead Lands.”
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“What are the Dead Lands?”
“Here! Our Domain! You ignorant fools call this the Dead Lands, for all who enter here die.”
“Why do you kill everyone? Why not make peace?”
“You idiot. How can you survive in our world? You need the sun.”
“We have mastered genetic engineering. We can adapt to whatever we need to.”
“So you Imperial Surface Dwellers come to invade our world?” the leader asks menacingly.
“No, we come in peace, and for exploration. Our desire is for peaceful contact. We have made peace on the surface world, and have come here to spread it.”
“Lies!” shouts the shaman.
Suddenly, I am out of body, and I feel a parasite on the back of my neck. I send my silver centipedes to attack it from the inside, and rip it out, smashing it on the ground. I fall over coughing.
“Ah, you have wisdom to see you were infected, boy. Maybe we can talk.” Some of the Lizard People grumble quietly. I heal the wound, and stand up.
I bow. “I apologize, my lord.”
“I am no lord. We are all equals here. I merely have the most knowledge of your race.”
We have come here seeking friendship and wisdom, if you have it. Our world is at war, and the whole planet suffers because of our ignorance and waste.
“What you do has little to do with us. We have been here longer than you, and we will be here when your race is gone.”
“What can you do to help?”
“What can you do to help? You’re the human. You think they will listen to us? They won’t believe you. They will say you are crazy. Are you still going to tell them. What if they imprison you? Threaten your family?”
“Shit. You have a point there.”
“Listen, there will come a time when 80% of the human race will believe in other sentient life from other planets, or even this one, which of course makes so much more sense. This is the tipping point. Then, your race will be ready, and we will manifest. Begone!”
The lizard man makes a portal, and pushes us into it.

I vibrate, rolling around.... I leap up out of my body. AHA!

I AM DREAMING, AND I KNOW IT!

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I am a minotaur surrounded by my Minotaur brethren. Daygawn?
“Yes, Solgawn, my brother. Tonight, we shall battle on the GREEN MOON!”
“Who shall we battle?”
“All.”
All the minotaurs are masters of different elements... fire, earth, water, wind, light, dark, and love. We step outside. My yard... is as big as a park. There is a large matte black craft shaped like a predatory bird outside. We board.
One of the female minotaurs is hitting on me, and I like it. I guess because I am a minotaur.

The ship opens a portal, and we fly into the wormhole. Astral parasites try to stick to it, but they get electrocuted, and burn off. The Wyrm laughs.

We arrive hovering above the Colloseum in the Outer Lands. There are a whole bunch of people randomly fighting below. They point at the ship and stop fighting. We descend on small silver disks. “We are the Gods of War. And we have come to kick some ass!” I shout.
The warriors all cheer, and we leap down off of our disks, and cause earthquakes as we land. The warriors tumble about, and attack us.
It’s pure chaos. I am spinning two hand axes. I shoot them out, and bring them back. I feel invincible. I hear Raven saying something to me. I see there is some nightmare beast in the astral plane in her room. I make a portal, and bounce the fuck out.

Someone grabs my ankle as I go into the wormhole. I see it’s the female minotaur that was hitting on me. “I am your Selene, in another dimension, Solgawn. I am Moonlove.” We make out and spin in the wormhole. We arrive in Raven’s bedroom. She is asleep. Her astral self is backed into a corner, frozen with fear. There is some gross astral demon, like a slimy shadow in front of her. It gurgles something in some ancient dark speech.
I shoot an axe into its back, and it screams in fury, and tries to turn to me, but I yank on the chain, and plummet my hidden blade into its back, slicing down the ribs. It screams again in pain, and tells me I am going to burn in Hell. I wrap chains around its neck and torso, crushing it. My chain becomes a steel snake. I look into the eyes of the demon. I see fear hidden by anger.
“I am Hell.”
I cock my fist back, and my witchblade forms over my fist. Tiny hinged blades appear on my fist, and clack against the armor in anticipation. I growl, and spiders and centipedes crawl out of my mouth and cover my body. I begin to cry, as if in grief. The demon is confused. I laugh, and the demon is angered. “So weak, so easily manipulated.”
“I am evil incarnate,” says the demon.
“lol,” I respond.
“What?”
I plunge a rotting cyborg vampire fist into the demon’s face, then remove the silver disk on my chest, and suck the demon through the black hole on my chest into another dimension. I then notice Moonlove has formed a shield over Raven, and is healing her. “Oh, you too, Solgawn. Covered in dark energy. Gross.” She sends pink and red healing energy to me. My symbiote eats the rest. I see Hetfield standing in the corner.
“You are in 1982, Time Traveler.” I am shocked. “You summoned me. Therefore, the gods of rock and roll look down on you with favor. They have bestowed boons of thunder upon your very soul.” I look into Hetfield’s eyes, and I see the history of his soul... He was born the second son of Thor, god of thunder... Lightning is everywhere. I see him rock and roll through time eternal. He just gives me a knowing grin. “Your love for Raven, and desire to heal her soul, has brought you back to this time. See, this is the time when you were separate, after you rejected her as a Dream Character. You wanted to believe, but you were afraid you were crazy. Raven never thought you were crazy. But, that didn’t matter because you did, Ancient Sun.”

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The words “Ancient Sun,” give me a flashback in my mind...
A tiny piece of a sun, solid light, spins out of a sun. “I am a soul!” it proclaims. “I am sentient! I am immortal! I will journey forth through this timeless place, and learn the mysteries of all! I love everything!” I realize I am that little light thing. I feel everything, every emotion in the universe... All the grief, pain, anger, desire, confusion, rage, passion, love, evil... It is all mine, and simultaneously belongs to nothing and no one... I am all, and nothing. I glow every color, and spin through the universe inhabiting beings to experience their being-ness.

“Raven often called you, but you refused to come... and then when the demons came, you couldn’t help. You wouldn’t accept help, and you wouldn’t fight. We let the monsters make you lucid, but still all you did was call out to Jesus. That would be you. When your love chakra burst open, your love for Raven opened your ears to hear her cry for help from the past. You are a Time Traveler, naturally, and this is what you will do. You will go into the past dreams of your close friends, and heal them and battle with them, from the future, just as your half-soul came to this timeline to help your friends, your family.”
Raven takes her hand away from her face, and looks around. She first looks at Hetfield, then Moonlove, then me. “You big minotaur-man. You remind me of Nomad. Are you his uncle... or...?”
“Something like that.”
“You are him. Hey, you’re from the future!” I can understand a lot of things adults talk about, you know. I am smart. So, don’t try to pull any fast ones. Nomad is not talking to me. He keeps telling me I am a figment of his imagination. IT SUCKS!” Raven starts crying. I kneel down and turn into my human self in my white desert clothes. She runs to me, and I hold her. She is so tiny at this age. “Can you please tell him? Tell him I’m real. You’re a Time Traveler, now we will Place Travel. Let’s go right now.”
“Okay!”
There are some little fairies hovering around Raven’s head. Raven holds my hand, and stands looking straight ahead. The fairies make a mirror portal. The mirror is blank. Raven says to the mirror: NOMAD!
My boy self appears on the mirror. (This is the age I went crazy for a year when the Greys contacted me in the forest.) I am trying to fend off a gang of imps with a cardboard shield and sword.
“Goddammit! Attack them boy! You can form greater weapons!” I urge my boy self. I turn into a great black warbeast, boar, jaguar, and wolf. Raven leaps upon my back, and summons a white and blue sword. Hetfield places a winged helmet on her head, and she grows angel wings. I roar, and Raven laughs. I leap into the mirror.

In the wormhole, I let my toungue hang out like a dog, as I glide on invisible currents to my past boy self. We descend from an epic sky portal on a silver disk, and alight on the ground in a cloud of dust before my boy self. Raven leaps off my back, and spins her sword into a double bladed staff. She grins, and lightning forms around her teeth. I growl, and my hackles raise. Some of the imps cower, other ones scowl at us. We attack. Raven becomes a white blur, and slices the demons in their guts. I run around and toss them around like a terrier tossing rats, breaking their evil necks. I summon the caduceus, and become an archangel. I summon my winged helm, and large angel wings grow out of back. I summon the flaming sword of Michael. I separate the sword into two, then levitate the swords vertically above my wrists, wielding them with invisible indestructible astral tentacles from my hand chakras. Fuck. Yes.
I whip the swords around like fucking toys. They slice through the demons like a hot knife through lard. An army of demons attacks us from all directions, swarming around us. I summom the Moonblade and toss it to my boy self. “NOMAD! WIELD THE MOONBLADE IT IS YOUR DESTINY!”
“But, I can’t-" my boy self says as he catches the blade. Suddenly, white light crawls over his body, then beams from his eyes. He floats off the ground, and white light shoots out of his mouth, eyes, and pores.
“MOON LIGHT, MOON BRIGHT"
Hetfield descends from the sky, and the gods of rock and roll bless us with THUNDER. BOOM! Raven thrusts her arm to the sky, and her robe becomes black as a winged obsidian sword descends from a thunderhead.
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She siezes the sword, and it is struck by electricity. There is a dark red gem like a ruby, which absorbs the lightning, then it crackles up the blade. She leaps upon a rock and proclaims. I am THE RAVEN KNIGHT, AND I WIELD THE RAVENSWORD OF AGES! I laugh at how amazingly epic she is.
“BANISH DEVIL”
My boy self slices a demon in half, then a portal floats up out of the eye of the blade, and pulls it into another dimension.
“WITH SACRED LIGHT!”
My boy self roars, and becomes a spotted jaguar-mandrill creature.
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He summons a shield, then beats it with his sword, screaming like a crazed banshee demon. We kick ass and take names as the demons come at us by the hundreds. Selene flies around, as a portal, transmitting all the ones we slay into another dimension. Hetfield floats above, laughing and charging our weapons with lightning, and our strikes with thunder.
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I see young Nomad fling his shield like a boomerang, and it decapitates mofos.
Raven’s blade dances around her with telekinesis, as she spins and casts thunder spells.

missing time

The three of us are sitting in a field of wildflowers on the Mountain in New Eden on the Moon. “...and so you can come here anytime, me!” I find myself saying to my boy self.
“I want to know everything you have to tell me. I want to know the truth about everything. I want you to train me. I hate these nightmares. I am tired of being afraid of everything in my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!” my boy self says, and cries. I hug him. It feels very very strange. Raven runs to us, and hugs us.
“The most important thing,” I tell my boy self, “is that you realize that I am real, that Raven is real, Xaphor, everyone. We are your friends, and we want to help you and protect you.”
He nods, and says, “I will never forget you, man.”
“I am you,” I laugh, but for some reason, I am holding back tears.
Raven’s fairies open a portal and they hold hands and walk through. Raven blows me a kiss as they fade away.

“Oh my god, that was insane.”
“Yes, it was,” says a voice from behind me.
“Sar-” I turn, and see a reptilian red skinned snout protuding from a brown hood. “Xaphor, greetings, brother.”
“Did you forget I am your High Priest right now?”
“Sort of.”
Xaphor grumbles in annoyance. “And I supposed I am supposed to tell you what you are supposed to do next.”
“No.... Yes.”
Xaphor sighs and doesn’t say anything.
“Well, that’s what Sarnox always does.”
“I am not your dog, I am your dream guide. USE YOUR MIND. REMEMBER!”
I sigh in annoyance, and sit down and meditate.
I see Xaphor’s red dragon-gargoyle face float in front of me. “Use your mind! Use your mind!”
(right now there is a song playing, the lyrics: I won’t forget who I am. I won’t forget you.)
I see the Temple of Nothing, and open my eyes.
I stand up, shouting exuberantly, “TO THE TEMPLE OF NOTHING ON THE GREEN MOON!”
“You and your theatrics,” Xaphor rolls his eyes.
“But, OMG SO EPIC DUDE!” I say creating a portal.
“Uh... it’s not that far. We can fly.”
“And fly we shall!” I shout, turning into a sky blue dragon. “Climb upon my back, brother!”
“I have wings.” Xaphor tosses the robe aside. “I am a dragon, remember? I can fly.”
“And so you are, and so you shall!” I say, leaping into the sky.

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We fly over the forest canopy until we arrive at the Temple of Nothing. There is no one there. We alight on the landing pad. I look around, confused.
“Okay, here’s a hint: YOU CAME HERE AT THIS TIME ON PURPOSE BECAUSE YOU ARE A TIME TRAVELER, AND YOU WANTED TO GET HERE FIRST.”
“Oh yeah.”
Xaphor flashes me an image of a meditation in a dream where I told him I wanted to do that.
“Remember now?”
“Dude, yes.”
“Alright good.”
“Thanks for the ‘hint,’” I laugh.
“Smartass. Look! Here come the dreamers! Quick, change into some more recognizable form, or you will confuse anyone who has any semblance or remembering you from a previous dream!”
I watch the dreamers float down the dark rainbow road. “Huh? Oh right.” Hyu appears next to me.
“Nomad, I think I did it! Am I here? I think I am.” I transform into a catgod. “Why did you do that?”
‘I don’t want to confuse people.”
“Huh?”
“No time to explain. Here come the other dreamers, Hyu! This is going to be a massive shared dream. Unfortunately not too many people will remember it, but we are trying. And more and more people keep showing up. The momentum is building. Atras sparked something... something like dry tinder.”
“Astral? Astral ass?”
“No,” I laugh.
Suddenly a bunch of dreamers run up the steps of the temple. “Oh shit, where are we? Oh shit! Oh my god! Is this a shared dream?”
“YES! YOU ARE ALL DREAMING! NOW HAVE SOME POMEGRANATE JUICE FOR EPIC LULZ!”
I quiet my voice and broadcast to all their minds. “Calm yourself. Do nothing. You are dreaming. Sit down, wherever you are, and touch the dream, touch the ground with you hands. Pick up the dirt, and look at it. Stay here with me. Inhale nothing to know that you are dreaming. Take a deep breath of the dream air.” I quit broadcasting.
Surprisingly, a lot of dreamers listened to me. They seem to be calmly meditating, maintaining their Delta or Theta state. I can tell which person is which. Some of them stand up, and walk around. They look at the flowers, and smell them. I give people pomegranate juice. I float up to the top of the pyramid. Atras is waiting there for me.
“Dude, how can I remember this dream?”
“Hmm... how about wake up right now?”
“But, I don’t want to do that. This dream is too epic.”
“Okay, then when the dream starts to fade, wake yourself up.”
“I will try it. For now, I want to smell a flower in a dream. Atras floats down, and starts smelling flowers, then eating them.” I laugh and the dream fades.

Non-Dream/Lucid/Non-Lucid/Dream counter

DREAM 1: I was walking in the street with Bear (from Bear in the Big Blue House). Before going to his house we decided to visit our friend (it was...a mouse ). At first I though he would be afraid of me because I'm big (not like Bear is not ). After we said hello to each other, Bear presented me to the mouse. He said I'm Quarter and I was like "WTF". I tried to tell them my name is not Quarter but no one actually listened me (-_-). While we were still going to the house I told him I'm Christian not Quarter.
We decided to go through my school because it was the nearest way to the house . Bear went to the left side where he met his family and friends and I went to the right where I met my peers waiting to see in what high schools they entered. Simona came in and asked me what's with the bear. I told her all about Bear and stuff. She laughed a bit at first .
Then George came in (When I talk about George imagine a big purple monster with fangs all over his face and a cock in his head...that's how he looks like in the real life!! ... Just kidding . You can imagine him as an ugly nerd). He wouldn't let me go with Bear. Simona saw him and kicked him right in the butt . It was my occasion to find Bear.
After finding him, he wanted to go in the right side. I was a little bit worried that my peers would laugh if they see me walking around with a big bear . I told him "Bear, why don't we go left? It's faster there!" (You imagine, I'm not that idiot to make him feel bad and just tell him that I was worried that my peers would laugh if they see him). He agreed and we went to the house.
DREAM 2: I was at the home. I went to my room and I saw coming from there little rat looking animals. I was a little worried and I called my mom to come here and see what's going on. She said that those things lived on our house for a long time. They were 2 and one came on my shoulder. When I saw him from a closer look he was actually a monkey...more likely a mini-monkey. He was like 2 cm small.

I wish scrawlings wasn't so accurate of a term... I don't fully know what all of these writings mean.

1) Captain Jack Sparrow or someone inspired by him is in a commercial. He appears to be a marble statue with the Captain's face. He is a christian, or at least is helping the church. Sounds almost like V for Vendetta. Rebel? "Smite the body". Self inflicted tattoo harm. The situation graduation.

2) Team Fortress 2. Bucket of chicken item that ups speed.

3) Andre comes up and tells me he made a new friend. Talk about drugs. Captain Jack is here?

4) Geek hobby store. Two of my male cousins (from different parents) are passed out drunk on the stairs. I'm about to play a miniature game of a sort.

5) I am conscripted into a real life swords and vampire (fantasy battle?). I'm some form of captain.

6) There is a creepy and scary little girl outside the window. I walk through a hallway and cast a spell to keep her out of my dreams. It's a massive and ornate house, almost clue like. I'm not myself. There is a waterfall fountain in the center of a large room decorated with stones. I flirt with a girl in a wet dress, but get shot down.

8) Graduation? Clothing is same. Speech? (More words that I can't actually read in this one...)

9) Dad plays iphone strategy game.

10) Had been a kitchen fire and a wooden table is burnt. Another fire starts and I grab an extinguisher and try to put it out.

11) No recall...

12) No recall...

13) Dad and mom going to return Daisy (our new puppy)

Just a usual day. I wake up and get ready for school. While I'm eating breakfast there is talk of a flood in that is headed straight towards us. I ask my mother what we should do about school, but she says me and my sister will be fine.
We are about to leave, so I run upstairs to get something and notice our upstairs has changed into a office. People begin running and screaming as water smashes through the windows and wipes people away. I quickly hide around a desk, and then pass out.
I wake up where I passed out and run downstairs to see where my family is. They are sitting watching television, so they obviously didn't drown. The clock reads 1:10 P.M., so we obviously missed school. My mom says she called us in sick so we could stay away from the flood. I quickly wake up afterwards.

i went to a party that lasted three days but i didn't remember any of it. from what the other partygoers told me, i got around. and i got a tattoo. it was a cheetah on my back. my mom came and picked me up and was just like, "whatever"

i'm going to an Eminem concert with Dillonj and Randall. the concert is on the third floor of a bank. the first floor is a normal bank. the second floor is a party type thing. a buncha middle aged women in gowns smoking and putting on makeup. Allie is there. me and Dillon have been talking about Jo and Freddy. we finally make it to the third floor. Eminem is fat and gross with nasty looking facial hair and a beer belly. plus he can't rap. Dillon and i decided to leave but Randall wanted to stay, which wasn't surprising.

It might be just stress, or lack of sleep, but I have been having trouble remembering dreams lately. They all have been hazy ones that I can barely remember. Hmmm

The Orphanage
I am 8 years old, a little girl standing in the lawn and watching a house engulfed in raging flames. I know I am not really this little girl, I am just sharing her body for a short time, but that doesn't mean I can completely block out what she is feeling. I am in control of the body right now, the girl, Jessica… her name is Jessica… wants nothing other than to pretend none of this is happening. Time seems to be missing. Then there are firefighters and cops… it is all very confusing. My mom is dead. My dad is dead. Everyone is gone. The man talking to me says there is only one thing to do with me now, I know he means an orphanage. He takes a drink from a glass that I suspect is booze and then throws it in my face. It stinks. He is suddenly angry, he says I should have burned with the rest of them, how dare I survive? He throws a lit cigarette at me and the alcohol ignites instantly. I wake up just as I start feeling the searing pain and hear the sizzle of my skin burning and even smell it cooking…

I am in bed now, I am still a little girl, sheathed in sweat. I can still smell and hear my flesh burning… but it doesn't hurt. Wait… that's not me burning… someone's cooking bacon… I roll over in bed. I hear the sound of other children sleeping around me, there are many others in this room. I am on the lower bunk, there is another kid above me, there are six bunk beds crammed into this tiny room. It makes it really hard to move around. I smell eggs, bacon, and pancakes being cooked now. Of course those aren't for us kids… I close my eyes and try to sleep.

There is a hole here, as if time passed, and then we are in a different place, there are a lot of creepy looking men there. A man, she is my foster mother, says today I will be visiting Uncle Frank. I get a shiver at the mention of Uncle Frank. So in a room alone with Uncle Frank I immediately think he is the creepiest guy ever. He says he has candy for me, he knows I like his candy. Yuck. He pulls his pants down. I tell him to put that disgusting thing away before I make it rot off. He gets a surprised look, probably at the statement and the defiance in it. He has not taken action so I repeat my threat. He says he won't take that shit from a cock-sucker like me. I say he was warned. I walk over to where he is standing with his thing sticking out at full attention. I pull some squirmy things from my pocket and sprinkle them on his member. They are maggots. He freaks a bit and tries to brush them off, but the maggots are eating their way into his favorite body part. He is in panic, screaming and trying to get the bugs off, they are spreading rot through the flesh. The door opens and a couple people come in, one of them is my foster dad. They don't understand Uncle Frank's panic since only Frank and I are able to see the infestation.

Non-Lucid Insanity
I am walking down Camino De Mañana towards the freeway interchange, which is relatively new. I am taking a walk. I see someone else there, and the first name that comes to mind is Walms. What is Walms doing in Tucson? I speak his name and he seems a bit annoyed. He says Walms is dead, how many times does he have to tell me? Wait… if Walms is dead, that means I see dead people! Awesome! I plan in my mind how I can be the next Melinda Gordon, the Ghost Whisper. He says I'm clearly not lucid. He asks if I am feeling ok? Not really. I haven't been lucid since forever. My mind is a fog as thick as pea soup. And I see a dead Walms. He repeats that there is no Walms here... Hukif. He is Hukif, try to remember that. Remember? Yeah... I do remember now… Walms died and that whole situation sucked on many levels. And Walms played his dreams in permadeath mode, so he stayed dead... which led to a permasuck situation. Then there was Hukif who announced he hates me, but no big thing, I hate me, too... which sucks. People suck. I suck. I pause to count the number of times I have used the word 'suck' in the past five minutes. I tell Hukif sorry... you don't want to hear me bitch. People who bitch too much suck. Hukif says I lost it. Yeah, I have. No lucids. No time for lucids. No time to journal, or to have read other DJs. But I still get messages about posts… Hukif is having as epic recall as ever… so many lucids. I want to FA like Walms used to. I need to go back and jack his FA before he permadeathed. Or buy them. That would be worth paying for. Lots of isk. Hukif says I'm dreaming right now. I say I would settle for one FA per night. Hukif seems bored. He says he is going to go fight something assuming he can. Of course you can, why not? Find someone and AAAHHH!!! What the FUCK is that? UBER YUCK! Is that SNOT coming from his giant oozing nose pimple?! Are those cockroaches coming from his mouth to eat the snot? Is that white pus coming from the moldy spot on his forehead full of squirmy maggots? GROSS! That is sooooo UBER GROSS! Hukif says it's cute. I think I'm gonna hurl. Instead I laugh at the absurdity as spiders crawl from a festering wound on its arm. I can't stop laughing. The creature looks sad to be laughed at, that look makes me laugh harder. I can't stop. Hukif asks what I would pay for FAs. Lots. Lots and lots of isk. Isk? Interstellar Kredits. With isk you can buy almost anything. Fine, here. But I owe him one. The creature distracts me from Hukif when it vomits slugs... Yuck! I start laughing again. He eats his slugs. I feel like laughing and puking. I laugh. Hukif grabs my arm... I feel a sobering surge of dark energy. Not a bad thing. He says now you will FA. The creature's eye falls out. He eats the eye, it rolls up inside the head and back to the eye socket. He plucks it out and eats it again. The cycle continues. Hukif looks irritated and tells Nomad to quit it. Nomad? I laugh more and laugh myself awake.