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0:40 GMT

Lunatic girlfriend and her lunatic brother
Trying not to be spotted by some lady I know. I run and turn left on a corner of a street, but she spotted me at the very last minute and follows me. I then jump to top of the building and hover from roof to roof, trying to escape her, but she also has the ability to fly and keeps following me.
Then dream transforms and we’re inside her house. She is now a girl in her 30’s and I’m her boyfriend. I’m running from her because she is totally mad and wants to kill me. I go from room to room, in this very long endless house, but exit door is still far. She is about to catch me, when I enter a room where her very old aunt sleeps in bed and I hide from her by lying down on the bed too, covered with the blankets. But she finds me and gets me out of it. She has a huge scissor in her hands and she wants to stab me. She is mad, crying, accusing me of abandoning her. I have no chance, so I use reverse psychology and tell her I’m running because she is looking mad with the scissor on her hands, but that I really love her and want to stay with her. She drops the scissor and says “Really?”. “Yes, in fact I love you so much we should marry!” And she becomes quite another person, a beautiful sweet lady and I honestly feel love for her. I convince myself if I don’t do anything wrong, she won’t explode and it might work. But when we’re hugging, she wakes up from this trance, grabs the scissor again and recalls “Wait... You started running away from me before I started chasing you! Were you trying to leave the house? You bastard!” Oh no! I have to run again for my life. When I reach the kitchen, there’s a window opened through which I escape to outside. Her brother is just arriving and seeing this scene. He is a big muscled guy and he is just as nuts as she is. She screams at him, telling him I’m abandoning her and he threatens me saying he is going to find me wherever and kill me.
I decide to go stay with my mother. She works for some important politician, so I go meet her at her work place, like the parliament or something similar - it’s a palace. When I arrive there, there was an horrible accident (was it?) – she slipped on top of a stone staircase, she bumped with her head on a stone fountain and tumbled down the stairs. She was a mass of blood and broken bones. She was still alive and mumbled some words. I have a vision of the lunatic brother of my lunatic girlfriend grinning and saying he is going to make my life a living hell.

“Corrida” and sexy girl
I’m with my mom caught in the middle of some "bulls running" event (corrida) at night. There are 4 enclosures – one with bulls and three others connected, with people. They are waiting for the bulls to be loose to run along with them and bully them. [I grew up watching these things in the nearest town, where it is tradition, but I always hated it and today I’m totally against these kind of animal abuse. People act moronic on these events and call themselves brave for beating and driving a poor animal crazy.]
They are about to lose the bulls on our enclosure and so they ask people there if they are ready. I say no, to please wait, because we’re there by mistake. But they think we’ve chicken out and try to convince us to stay. I say that I stay if they let my mom go out. They give us some seconds and I try to rush my mom out, but we have to climb the fence and she’s not very energetic, but one bull is getting closer to us. He is not enraged, he is walking slowly, but he clearly will hit us with a blow from his head if we don’t move fast. I have to do some acrobatics to escape on time. Outside the fence we meet my BF. We pass in front of some bleachers full of spectators and everybody is very excited about something. We look up and we see a very hot girl in tiny outfit cheering for something. Both people on the bleachers and people on the ground are drooling at her. She has nice boobs and she is pretty, I admit it. She makes me fell ugly. Even some Hollywood star that is around – I think might have been Angelina Jolie, but can’t recall for sure – is looking jealous at that girl. I then smile – we women are never happy to find a woman that is hotter than us J

2:45 GMT

Evil twin cat and evil bird
At home with my cat. Some cat apparently looking just like him comes in and my cat attacks him. I try to split them up and then I see this other cat is like his evil twin. Just like him, but with one big eye, with no eyelids, ocular globe is transparent and the pupil is red. He also has a deformed leg covered in greyish crusts. He looks ugly and evil. But then the cat just leaves the room looking so sad and lonely that I feel extreme compassion for him. I realise maybe he is not evil, just ugly as hell, so I grab my cat and let the other come in again. But the poor cat does indeed emit some bad vibes. But it’s not his fault, it’s like this role was imposed on him, but he just wants to be loved. Anyway, he is not used to have normal relationship with people and other cats, so he is always causing trouble and freaking me out by sneaking behind me with the “evil” eye. He gives me the creeps. I try to find out where does he come from and find a box at my door, where he came from. The box is very small, but when I pick him up to put him inside it, he gets shrunk to the size of a trinket and becomes inanimate. So I decide to keep him locked there. Unfortunately, when I opened the box, some small bird statuette, which was also inside, gained life and escaped. It’s such a tiny bird and I don’t worry, but when I’m outside in the street, talking to someone, the crazy bird starts attacking us and follows us everywhere.

4:45 GMT

Stopping tsunamis
I’m with some girl friends doing something on some terrace with a view to the ocean. They say something about how nice the place is and I joke saying “Let’s hope there’s no tsunamis hitting!”. When I say this, a giant wave forms and is heading to land. They freak out but I feel this is a dream and I get lucid. I tell them not to worry, because I will work my magic. I stop the water by pointing the palm of my hand towards it, like Neo did with the bullets. More waves form, bigger and scarier, but I get to stop them all. Then I don’t recall very well, but I think more things were thrown at us, because I remember blowing up a few things in the air with my thought, to protect us. Then some kids playing on the beach come to me, I’m their new hero and they ask me all sort of questions like how did I do it, if they can learn to do the same. Then they ask if I can make appear things and I say yes, although not all the time. I ask if they want me to make appear something and some funny kid asks for a pool of mud and mango.”I’m sorry, what? Mud and mango? What for?”, ”I don’t know, can you make it?”, “Why not, let’s try.” So I concentrate on creating a pool of mud and mango. This amuses me a lot. It works and the kids jump all happy on this pool with a green-yellowish goo in it. They seem to be having fun and I decide to go inside it too. It feels nice and I think “Well, it must be good for the skin!”, so I spread this greeny mud on my arms. I think about doing something else more productive with my lucid, but I sense it is weak and as soon as I try something not so “dream-like” I will probably wake up, so I just enjoy the lucid mud bath until I woke up.

6:00 GMT

Waking Nomad posts
Just a brief recall of navigating on the web and finding a website where Waking Nomad was posting regularly and I wondered why he is not posting on DV for some time now if he does post somewhere else. [Not that it would be my business to know... lol]

Interrogated by a “doctor”
At my grandma’s house, with my mom and some lady doctor around the kitchen table. The doctor is telling me the results of my lab tests indicate I have had recently a viral infection. I tell her those are not news, because since the last 3 years all my tests have shown the same. For sure it is no viral infection or else it is a chronic one. She is surprised to know that and then she asks all sort of questions: if I feel sleepy during the day, if I have a really busy schedule, if my work is stressful, but then she starts asking things about my work, the NGOs I work for and I wonder where she is going with that and why is that relevant for my diagnosis. I get up, considering this conversation is over, but my mom, who now reveals not to be my real mom, but some older lady I’ve never seen before, is telling how we are poor and she gets food from the food bank everyday to keep me going but she fears I’m not having the right nutrition. I am now feeling this is definitely not my life because I know who I am in RL. Don’t have time to become lucid though, because I wake up.

8:00 GMT

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was near "my car" in the woods. It was almost night. The sky was a dull, dark blue. I was all alone.

I may have been planning to sleep in my car for tonight and, perhaps, for a number of nights. I may not, though, have thought this was the right place to sleep. I may have been planning to drive my car somewhere else.

At some other point I remembered one of my male friends talking about living in some other town. He was complaining about what a boring town it was to live in.

He said, "The thing is, it doesn't have a road that leads directly out of town, up to the mountains. You have to take all these roads that wind around town. It's really hard not to stay stuck in town. And that gets really boring.

"Not like Boston. Boston has a road that leads right out of town! It's easy to get out of town and have fun."

At some point I saw a view of "Boston:" a town at the base of some deep-green mountain range, with its "main road" running along the side of the town and a little bit up the slope of mountains. There may have been houses lining one side of the road.

I thought how I didn't quite agree with my friend. I thought the town I was thinking of sleeping or spending some time in was fine. But I didn't want to disagree with my friend and look uncool (even though my friend wasn't really around, and I was just "remembering" a conversation with him).

I may now have been standing on the outskirts of a pretty big mountain town. I stood in the parking lot of some hotel. The hotel building looked kind of like a restaurant building.

(I've seen a building very much like this, in a space very much like this, in at least one other dream.)

Dream #2

I was in some bookstore. The bookstore was huge and mazelike. After winding my way through a few areas, I found myself at a manga section.

There were two thin, Japanese men shelving some books near the manga section. They both had a mild intellectual look, with casual, short haircuts, big eyeglasses, and nice, button-up shirts. They spoke back and forth with each other in Japanese.

I didn't want the guys to think I was just another American who only knew about Japanese culture through manga and j-pop. But I was also really curious about what manga the store had. In particular, I was looking for a copy of Tezuka's Phoenix series.

When I got over to the manga shelves, I heard the men laugh back and forth with each other. I "understood" their Japanese. They were basically saying exactly what I didn't want them to think about me. I got ashamed and thought I would leave the section. But I figured if I was already here, I might as well stay.

But I got bored pretty quick. It was all a lot of new manga. I had been looking for some really old, classic manga. Some of this stuff didn't even look like manga. It looked like airbrushed versions of American comic books with medieval European themes. Some of the books were tall, thin paperbacks with really glossy covers.

I was on Belle Isle island and I was wanted by the evil authorities, so I had to flee, but I knew that if I took the ferry they would catch me easily, so I had to find another way. A relative told me of a fisherman who often took people to the mainland, so I went to the beach and found him. His ship was really a small rowing boat. He agreed to take me to the mainland and didn't even ask for compensation. Thanks to him, I crossed to and fro Belle Isle many times.
Later, I was in my grandparents house, which is on the peninsula closest to Belle Isle. I had taken a clandestine cat with me from Belle Isle and I had to hide his presence from my relatives, but for some reason the cat had to stay outside in the front yard, so every time my aunt came out I had to go and shoo the cat away so she wouldn't see it.
Later again, me and my friend/crush John managed to get introduced into a secret branch of my bank. But then, we had to get out to spread information to other underground resistance members. We had pretended to be a couple, so stay in character I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek and he was all embarrassed, saying something like: "You've done enough now!"

Influences: my research into Resistance in occupied Finistere during WWII

05/12/10

I am in this game. (INNER AWARENESS) It’s one of those dreams where I dream I know the area and have been there before (INNER AWARENESS, beat the game before, So I am a small as a mouse, and I think I was summoned to where I was by Pinky and the Brain (INNER AWARENESS, FORM). I was following this zipline that probably had some every-day purpose since I was so small. I was together with a girl. At this point I didn’t know much about her. When I got up to an upper floor, I triggered this cutscene where a guy started talking. I never saw him, but the girl spits and say “pfft, you’re just a butterfly!” in a pissed off voice. We venture into a corner that is a dead end and back out. Then there is a memory lapse.

Suddenly I stand at the end of the game. I dunno, in the dream, I think the game is F.E.A.R.(INNER AWARENESS) It really felt so recognizable in the dream, as if though I should know what game it is. First, I am with a boy. I am possessed by someone, standing in an ominous plane, and I kill the boy, quickly and deadly. Then time jumps back and this time it’s the girl standing in front of me. This time I see her, I fall absolutely in love. In hindsight, she wasn’t that beautiful, but I felt in the dream as if though she had proven her worth as an admirable person in the memory lapse. I perceived her as highly intelligent and loving. Jesus Christ was I wild about her in the dream. Physically, she looked a bit like Hermione, but her hair was less flowing, and more boxshaped right around her face, from where it extended to long, fuzzy hair. She was wearing a slightly futuristic battle armor, slightly akin to a F.E.A.R. clone’s armor, and she had a rifle. She says something I can’t remember, but it was sympathetic and smart. But of course, shit happens. This is the same scene as before, like an alternate ending. So this time I kill her, while possessed. I don’t know who possessed me, but I sort of saw Paxton Fettel lie dead on the ground a couple a times, along with other bodies I don’t remember. It might have been his dying vengeance.

Now that was fucking painful, and if it wasn’t enough, I get to rewind and see the fucking last ending, where I kill her again, painfully. It was painful the first time too, not like with the boy. I slap her across the face repeatedly, with inhuman speed, until she dies.

God damn it. And I was one of the most happy people when falling asleep that night, what the hell.

Inner Awareness 42 Action 70 Form 53 Context 47

So I'm having a series of these FA's. I wake up in my old room, and it's pitch black but I know somethings in my bed. I try moving and immediately feel something bite down on my arm. Same happens over and over, but each time I more details on what's doing it. Every time there's two lions (one male one female) and a bear in my bed, and they're just ready for me to panic and make a sudden movement. Growling, roaring and then biting down on my left arm or left leg. Sometimes there's just one or the other, but either way the same thing happened. Wake up, noticed something was there, GROOOOOWL, followed by teeth in my arm or leg.

Eventually I get up and I cool out, and the lion and lioness are just just pacing the bed, waiting for me to make any sudden movements, and I don't. I slowly make my way out of bed, and they follow me and enter the bathroom before I do. I close the bathroom door on them and lock the door, and it's followed by another FA. *I'm back in my bed again with the animals around me, but this time the lights are on, and all of them are being nice to me. I'm petting them etc, and the recall gets kinda hazy around here, but I find myself fighting on another planet.

I'm along side someone in a green space suit and some spider like robot that creates barriers and is firing lazers at some monstrosity of a machine. We're just unloading rounds on it, and the spider keeps rebuilding shields and pulling in all of it's legs into it and rolling around dodging the really big missiles. Suddenly the huge green machine of death starts flashing this red ray that shoots everywhere, but it doesn't do anything visible damage. *I feel my skin tingling, and the guy in the suit says "you have to get out of here now", and he threw me a mask. *I stopped and said "I'm not leaving without you two". The guy urged me to leave, and I started running while covering my face with the mask. I don't know what was going on with my skin, but I had this feeling like something awfully bad was going to happen. I started breathing from the mask, and woke up in my old room again.

"You're kidding me!?" I said to myself. The animals weren't there this time, and I had this wtf feeling about everything that was going on, so i decided to check my arms and legs. *Lo and behold, I had the same cuts and puncture wounds from the bear, the lion and the lioness. *My pants were ripped and there were parts where skin were hanging off and everything. *The wounds looked like they had several days to heal up. My brother came in, and started talking to me. "So you're a Galactic Sentinel now huh, I heard you passed the test". I said "so all of that stuff was real"? "Yup", he said. Still looking at my wounds, I started telling him about the different animals that were in here with me. He told me he was thinking about taking the test to become one himself. He had this old early 20th century styled book with him that was about Galactic Sentinels that he started flipping through. I walked out of my room, and checked the bathroom for animals totally expecting something to be in there as the dream faded.

I had a dream or two last night.

I was at school, and the principle was going to give a speech. I was on the stage (behind the curtain so the audience couldn't see me) The speech started, I don't know what all was said, but then someone in the audience said that I should have to go and sit in the audience. The principle told me I should
I said "Well why? I'm not doing any harm here"
then the audience said I should have to go down there and sit by myself(I guess being up there was really offensive, and I thought that was cool)
"I already am sitting by myself"
They said I should have to return my bike as well
as I was walking down, I saw the bike that was there "It's not even my bike"
Then someone wheeled up the bike I used. so I took it and put it away.
This was the same dream or not, I don't know. I was looking at the pictures on the wall at the school. I was thinking some were good, but some could be better. There was a picture of my friend Brandon, I explained to him how awesome it was. He looked jolly. I think he had his arms crossed. Then he walked away, I started talking to my other friend Nathan. We started talking abut videos, he was going to make some fake trailers, I told him I had part of one made, and if he wanted to finish it he could, he had to leave, we were heading in the direction of his house, there was snow, and I lost one of my shoes. We said bye, and I went back to get my shoe. I returned to the school, and I guess there were different rooms that were Ghostbusters games for like SNES. If you stepped into a room you were just in the game, when you stepped out, you were in the hallway again. There was a voice over describing the games, I found there were good and bad things about the first and second games (I think there was a third, but it was no good) So the first game had better game play, but the second had a cool main menu screen, there was the Ghostbuster car driving around, in both games i hink there was the theme song. But the first games menu was just cubes building on each other filling in the screen. I played the first level, a few more too I think, I think at some point I tried beating the levels over again quickly so I would regain where I left off. anyways the first level I was like a tack, and I had to jump on the wall, then I changed to another character that used a rope to swing off the tack through the door or something. Thats it

Note: My main plan right now is to get consistent with my ability to WILD using my new light /sound machine, which I need to find the settings that work best for me. MoSh wants to continue with more Harry Potter dreams, so that is kind of a plan, so that will be my main goal for my WILD… to meet up with MoSh in a Harry Potter dream. I put on my new light / sound machine and slipped into a WILD… Yay for WILDs!

I am at Hogwarts, I am in the halls, though I am not sure where I need to be going right now. I start walking down the hall, trying to figure out where I need to go, when a woman comes up behind me. I recognize her, it's Andie from my dorm room, my other two roommates are there with her. I look at them and try to remember what their names are, there is a woman with short red hair named Shanara, and there is another woman with long blonde hair named Marie. I am not really sure where I remember their names from, but I am certain of those names. Andie asks what I am doing, she says we had better get to potions quickly before Snape gets mad. Marie says Andie is too worried, Snape never gets mad at Slytherin students. She says we could wander in there half way through class and Snape would just ignore us. Andie says Snape won't overlook something like that for anyone, not even the students from his own house. Whether Snape would let that much tardiness go or not, we hurry to get to the classroom, which is in the dungeons. I sit next to Tigress, who is sitting in a row behind MoSh and Asuka. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit down behind Tigress and me, Draco sits down to my left (Tigress is on my right). Ron leans forward and whispers something to Tigress, I don't hear exactly what he says, but it is clear Tigress is not pleased by it. She says, much more loudly than Ron, "How about you shut the fuck up and mind your own business?" Hermione is next to Ron, she gives him a disapproving look, but says nothing. Harry isn't paying any attention at all, though he is giving dirty looks to the back of Draco's head. Draco turns around and smirks at Harry, saying he hopes Harry stays in the tournament long enough so that Draco can show everyone what a fraud the great Harry Potter really is. Harry responds with a very unimaginative, "Shut up, Malfoy." It looks like he might say more, but Hermione elbows him in the ribs as Snape walks to the front of the room, apparently to keep Harry from getting himself in trouble.

Snape's lesson goes smoothly apart from Goyle screwing up his potion by adding too much of one ingredient and too little of another, which resulted in a blast of colored smoke from his cauldron that colored his face and hair a hot neon pink. Snape makes fun of Goyle a bit, but says the color will wear off in time. Goyle wants to know how much time, Snape responds it should be long enough for Goyle to figure out the importance of following directions properly. Goyle looks over at Draco as if blaming Draco for not being there to help him with the potion. At the end of the class, everyone leaves, and now it is time for lunch. Draco asks me about preparing for the tournament, I tell him maybe Vegeta will be available after we eat lunch. Draco doesn't seem to care about eating lunch, he says he just wants to make sure he is able to crush Harry Potter like a gnat in the tournament… not just beat him, but completely humiliate him. I roll my eyes at that, but I don't say anything since it seems at least Draco is trying to keep his hatred of Harry confined to the tournament. I tell Draco he won't get very far in training if he is malnourished. We head into the great hall, where there is an informal gathering for lunch, by which I mean people are coming and going as they choose, sitting wherever they want instead of at specific tables… Draco goes and grabs a sandwich, proceeding to wolf it down in record time, but I linger a bit longer to eat my lunch before we leave the great hall.

On the way out of the castle to look for Vegeta, I spot a familiar and much hated face, it is Delores Umbridge. But Professor Lupin is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, so what is that bitch doing at Hogwarts? I wouldn't have been able to miss her if I had been trying, as she is wearing a bright pink dress that looks a bit like Goyle's face after his potion accident, and one of the ugliest hats I have ever seen, the hat is white with a bunch of pink feathers in it that make Umbridge look like she has a dead flamingo on her head. WTF? I voice my 'WTF' a bit too loud, and Draco seems to think I don't know who Umbridge is, so he fills me in on that. He says that woman is Delores Umbridge, she is one of the tournament judges. He says he doesn't know who in the ministry she has dirt on, but even his father had been unable to persuade them to remove her from the judges' panel. I ask why Lucius wants to get her off the judge's panel, Draco said the woman makes his father sick, with all of her sickly sweet behaviors that are so clearly put on that someone who is both blind and deaf could spot her as a fraud. Draco says that the only thing she and his father agree on is that mudbloods have no place in a school of magic. I shoot Draco a dirty look, but I don't say anything since he isn't actually calling a specific person a nasty name, and I figure if I start contesting every single annoying thing Draco does, he'll just end up getting pissed at me and that could screw up my attempts to get him to behave at all and also my chances of healing him.

Umbridge disappears around a corner, I wonder where she is going, but I figure it doesn't really matter at this time since I have other things going on and I don't really have time to play with Umbridge right now. Draco and I go out onto the grounds to where I have seen Vegeta before, and we find him there now, he is there with MoSh, Hermione, and Cedric, while Ron and Harry are watching, though they don't seem to be speaking to each other, each one is making a clear and deliberate effort not to look at the other. Vegeta smirks in our direction, about as close to a smile as I usually see on him, and says we have two more to add to the class. Ron says if Draco and I are coming, he is leaving, he can't stand the stench. Vegeta glares at him, which results in Ron turning so pale that his freckles look like holes in his sheet-white skin… Vegeta tells Ron that he is obviously too weak to join the martial arts class after all. Ron gets annoyed at that and says he is not weak, but Vegeta says Ron can't even control his tongue. "One must first learn civility before learning the martial arts," Vegeta says, it sounds like he is quoting something from somewhere, "and one must first know good ethics before developing powerful skills. You would do well to remember those words." Ron points at Draco, "But he's always saying Hermione is a mudblood and insulting me and Harry and…" Vegeta interrupts him, saying it doesn't matter what Draco says or does, that is no excuse for Ron losing control. He says anything Draco does will be dealt with, but this time it was Ron, not Draco, who had opened his big mouth. Draco is about to crack up laughing next to me, without even looking in our direction, Vegeta says, "Malfoy! Do you find something about this amusing?" Draco stops laughing instantly and says no, nothing is amusing, since it is clear Vegeta is not pleased by Draco's laughter. Vegeta says then Draco should stop laughing and get ready to take training seriously. Draco looks over at me and asks how it can be that a muggle is putting off such a powerful energy presence… I tell Draco that magic isn't everything, Vegeta has his own type of power, and it is definitely awesome.

Everyone that will be training is now gathered around Vegeta, Harry, Hermione, MoSh… it looks like everyone is there except Tigress, I'm not certain if she is absent on purpose or not. Ron is still lingering off to the side, Vegeta says his class is not limited to tournament participants, so if Ron is ready to man up and behave in an adult manner, he can stay with the class. Ron hesitates, but then he scoffs at the class and walks away towards the castle, making another remark about filthy Slytherins. I can see Vegeta really made an impact on him… NOT! Now the training starts, it isn't a particularly long training session, I think it was just a chance for some of the students to meet up with Vegeta and see the kinds of things they can learn from him. Everyone there is clearly impressed, though Draco tries not to show it, acting like the things Vegeta is doing aren't anything that he hasn't seen before. Vegeta ignores that attitude issue and continues with his lesson. Since the first challenge is to have no magic used, Vegeta is sticking to the physical techniques of martial arts, saying the techniques he is showing here are from the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. We get to the point where Vegeta has some of the students try some of the simple techniques out, I see more people have gathered around as time goes by, either drawn by the activity or maybe they had planned on coming after they finished eating lunch. After we are done with Vegeta, it is time for classes to start again, so we head off for Transfiguration class. The rest of the classes during the day pass uneventfully, so much so that I have very few memories from them.

New guitar vid






flying doesn't equal lucid...

I'm with Asuka, HP and crew on a hill... our hangout it seems. Asuka tells me to RC. I float up a bit and then down. "I do that all the time... it's not a dream" Asuka facepalms. Ron taps me on the shoulder, he seems to be avoiding harry.

"Hey... Tell harry I said blah blah blah blah" Ron says.

"Grow some cojones and tell him yourself... it's not his fault his name was pulled from the goblet.. It's not what you think."

More HP stuff.

I remember vaguely being with Harry and hermoine in some room with a large table it was a supper for the three of us because we are the gryffendor participants in the tri wizard tournament. We are discussion strategies and what not. I seem tog et along with Harry well. I made him laugh somehow but I forget.

Music

I was in some weird music hall. I was given an ibanez bass to play. I was fingering a fairly difficult bassline from vivaldi's Folia. (the line is impossible to play on guitar unless you finger pick it.). anyway I was finger picking the line pretty tightly. Some guy said I should jam along with the what the other guys were playing.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are #067300, and lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1. Nightmares are dark red, #8b0000, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Sweet! I stopped a nightmare with a lucid dream! Harry Potter seems to be a recurring theme these last two nights.

Harry Potter Nightmare

I was Harry Potter. I was being moved to my house from somewhere else because Voldemort was growing stronger and it was more dangerous. I was with the Order of the Phoenix.

We took off, and immediately Death Eaters fired spells at us that turned limbs into fruit. None of us got hit but Hagrid, in the face. Because of his half-giant genes, he didn't die because of his head being a pineapple or something, he just had a sliver of skin turn green from between his nose and eye down to his chest. He grew more sinister.

We lost them and landed at Hagrid's shack. There was me, Lupin, and Hagrid. There was a Death Eater tied up. We were interrogating him. After a few moments Hagrid began approaching the Death Eater intending to eat him. This was began his fruity affliction messing with his head. He kept making excuses to eat him. ("Just one bite!", "No, I'm not getting closer, you're just seeing things!", "Just let me eat him!")

Lupin knew it wasn't safe so he gave me three purses with important items inside them and apparated me to my house. I was alone. I smelled the air and sighed of relief. "Home sweet home," I said to myself.

I looked inside one of the purses and hid the other two, just incase. I saw an iPod Touch. I took it out, zipped the purse, and then hid it. I looked through the apps on it, and saw an app called Remus1422. I opened it and saw a bunch of cryptic messages in letters and numbers. This had to be the secret way the Order would communicate with me. I couldn't figure them out.

I heard a soft noise from outside. Oh no. What if Voldemort knows I'm here? I hurried to the garage, closed the door, and locked it. I prayed that the sound was a false alarm and not Voldemort, because I was totally alone. I waited. Suddenly I heard a noise. I turned towards the closed garage door and Voldemort, laughing, was sliding through the bottom with use of magic. Already half of his head was into the garage. I panicked.

What do I do?! Wait a minute... I'm dreaming! I got excited, and felt a rush inside me. I pointed at Voldemort's head, now inside the garage up to his neck, and yelled "Die!", and his head promptly fell off. I was so happy with myself that I opened my eyes in real life on accident and the dream faded to reality. I was awake, at 2:52 AM.

I am happy with myself. I stopped my nightmare! Although I woke up anyway, I wasn't afraid. I would have not been able to get back to sleep for hours, or maybe even all night, if I hadn't turned lucid and prevented the nightmare.

Ok, I need to play a little catchup first because I forgot to write down my dream from yesterday (Fortunately, I still remember it).

Was riding with my family in our van coming back from thanksgiving vacation. We were driving through a desert (there was moderate traffic) and passed a rocket launch site. A rocket was in the air above the launch pad, but I immediately knew something was wrong, it appeared to be out of fuel. The rocket came weaving back down earthbound and actually crossed above our van and smashed into a cliff to the right. It exploded and tipped over a car behind us. It looked as if they were severely injured inside. I don't remember much past this point (and I'm kinda kicking myself for A CRASHING ROCKET not triggering an LD). Eventually I woke up, but fell back asleep into the same dream. The visuals around me were very Simspon-eque (sharp outlines, and I think I even saw Homer and Bart at one point). Most of this dream is vague, but I do remember an indignant woman yelling at me to call an ambulance because both her arms were chopped off.

Now, for my dream last night.

I read CrazyInsane's WILD technique for lucid dreaming and I wanted to give it a shot http://www.dreamviews.com/f79/**craz...rial-**-87710/, I lack a device that sounds an alarm once and stops so before I went to bed, I looked at the clock on my cell phone and stated "I will wake up at 3:00am" Unsure if this would work or not, I fell asleep. Unfortunately I moved around alot when I woke up this morning so my dream recall wasn't what it should have been. Anyway I remember speaking with some friends about a girl they wanted to set me up with. I was trying to decline their offer because the girl in question is a gigantic slut (In real life). All of a sudden, I woke up! My own alarm clock in my head actually worked... the bad part is, I wasn't able to execute the next steps of the CANWILD method because I woke up in a fairly uncomfortable position and was thirsty. I drank a bit of water, repositioned and fell back asleep. The dream picked up where it left off, thought I can't recall the details, I just know it did. At one point in this dream, I was at my school for something, but again, I just can't remember the details.

I'm going to continue experimenting/practicing using my biological alarm clock, and work on dream recall a bit more (I blame today's fail on having to get up at 6:30 am after going to bed at midnight).

I'm fighting or running from something. At first it's just a black dog that keeps biting me and I keep trying to take it off me or break his neck. The girls from inside the house leave me alone. He bites harder into my leg or arm. I finally succeed to rip its body apart and throw it. An old lady in the corner of the street says it will come back, stronger, darker, as a boar. A man who is followed by death like in the Final Destination movie enters the house.
I get to a bar and sit at the table with C. and C. There is a lot of smoke. I tell them the smoke is a very very bad sign.
I'm living with my cousin in a trailer at an intersection. She sometimes goes out in the street dressed in the pijamas. I change myself inside.
I tell myself "How real, how alive this dream feels!". My cousin and my aunt are with me. I know it is a dream, I think I fell asleep near them, so I tell them to wake me up, just a bit, to wake me up so I can gain control of the dream and that's all. They don't answer. I keep telling myself, Maria, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Maria. I can't get control like this. I feel IT coming. I can't transform IT. I start running up a hill, climbing houses, doors. It follows me everywhere, it bites my feet.
It keeps getting bigger and I keep getting smaller in my parent's room. It transforms. I can see it will become something big, so I try to turn myself into an elephant. I can't. It becomes an american helicopter. It shoots me. I think that if it kills me, I would wake up, so it's ok. It doesn't even hit me. My parents are in their bed. My mum comes at me to check who I am with a knife. There may be blood on it. I climb to the roof, to the dark night sky that is full of stars. I tell myself "It's the sky, Maria, I can control the dream!"

I had some dream about the x-men while in class and something else about freddy kruger, and a third dream about blood transfusions...being held captive in some sort of lab until I became strong enough to break free. It was really weird.

12/06/2010
"Invasion Evasion"

(I watched Skyline, for the first time, last night. It was an 'ok' movie, but the visual effects were tight as hell.)
The earliest thing I remember was being in a camp-like atmosphere, with a few friends, in a trailer. Someone had a dog; like a lab mix or something, and I was playing with her, rubbing her belly. After a short while, the dog began to get really agitated and started glaring at the door. Some creepy shit happened, where a person came to the door and then turned into an alien, and we had to escape the trailer. I believe we pushed the creature into the bonfire and burned it, but this part is all really hazy. Soon after, I was alone, and running through the streets. The major attack had already begun, and there were larger aliens - dozens of stories tall - walking amongst the buildings and roadways. The city was completely destroyed and, no matter where I went or tried to hide, these things would always find me. The creatures that were too big to fit inside the buildings, would send out these long tentacles (like the ones in the movie), and snake them through the buildings to find me. I ended up dying, over and over, in this dream. Every time the tentacles would find me, they would either pull me back into the main body of the alien, or just splatter me all over the place, wherever I had been hiding.

After respawning a couple of times, I knew I had to get out of the city, so I began to make a bee-line toward the edge of town, sprinting as long and hard as my body would allow me - and I remember being able to run for miles, without losing steam. But these tentacles were relentless. An alien could shoot the tentacles from its "hand", and the rope-like appendages would literally travel for miles - seemingly to endless distances - through the air, to chase their target. Again, I died quite a few times, while trying to escape the city; simply respawning again at the beginning and continuing to run, taking another route. There were times that I would try to steal cars, and some of them would have this "gunk" on them. Whenever I drive those cars, the "gunk" would begin to spread around the outside of the vehicle, trying to 'cocoon' itself in this alien sludge. I would see this happening and have to bail out of the car, before it completely encased me. What's more, is that some of these droplets of "gunk" would actually spring to life, and form whole aliens - each maybe 10 feet tall and built like bipedal elephants - which would then join the chase. Running from these things kind of felt like maneuvering through the game Prototype.

It was like I was the only person in the city, and this entire alien force was centered on me, the whole time. There were just so many of them, and I was beginning to feel hopeless. After having to repeat this scenario, over and over, upon each death, I just wasn't feeling very confident that I would ever get out of this Hell. Suddenly, thankfully, just as despair was kicking in, I realized that this all had to be a dream. I was still on the run, though, as these things just weren't letting up, and anytime they would catch me, they would just annihilate me before I could do anything about it. Still respawning after each death, I took to flying, instead of running. It took me a little while to get up to speed, in my flying, as this dream was very vivid, and I was having a hard time manipulating it. I tried some telekinesis on the pursuing tentacles, but wasn't able to affect them.

Once I got the hang of flying, though, the flight/chase sequences were absolutely sick. The easiest way I knew to keep my speed up, was to imagine myself as a missile. The thing was, though, that these tentacles were just as fast, so just because I could fly, didn't mean that I was getting out of the city an easier. I was empowered by my lucidity, though, and was more having fun with it, than frantically fleeing for my life. I weaved through the city at breakneck speed, an expanding trail of tentacles, following closely behind me. It was one of those zigging, zagging, dizzying, high-tech chases that you would see in any major, sci-fi blockbuster - just screaming through the sky, with impossible agility. Sometimes I would land on the street, to gain my bearings - pivoting and then launching off in another direction, just as the tentacles whipped passed me and then arced around to follow once again. I remember being chased at just the same height of some of the tallest rooftops, and then dropping toward the ground, head first, to try to throw off the oncoming appendages. I was going so fast that there was a single moment, there, where I worried about 'what happens if I'm not able to pull up, in time?' Even though I knew that I was dreaming, I wasn't really looking to slamming headfirst, into the street, so I pulled up on my own trajectory, as I could, nearly skimming the ground and then continuing to rocket down the street, the tentacles still keeping pace at every twist and turn. I also recall that the aliens could talk, and they all spoke with the same voice - as if it were a collective consciousness - which reminded me something of the Joker, from The Dark Knight.

I don't really remember whether or not I ever made it out of the city. I don't think so, though.

12/04/2010
"Kumite"

I was in an underground fighting ring. It was more like a Naruto tournament, really, than anything else. The fighting platform was something like the one used in Bloodsport; elevated at the ends, and a short drop to the ground. Throughout the fights, I did take my fair share of hits, but - on the whole - I was completely owning everyone. I ended up beating 3 guys, back to back, and had them all piled up on the ground, at the far side of the mat. The martial arts moves we were pulling off were just awesome. The floor rules were something like those in WWF, where you could touch the ground, outside the mat, but for only a certain amount of time. In the middle of an exchange, there was a moment where one guy knocked me forward, off of the mat. I landed on the ground, in a crouch, and immediately sprang back up, backward, toward the mat again. In the air, I rotated my body around to face the guy and whipped a flying spinning heel at him, knocking him off of the mat, while I landed on top of it. Pretty sick.

We then started getting into magic and other, physics-defying, signature moves. The last guy I fought had moves where a bunch of hidden blades came of his uniform. Another one was where a bunch of "ghosts" of himself flew in and attacked from all angles - kind of like Cloud's new 'Limit Break', in Advent Children. The guy was really hard to beat, and I actually don't remember who won.



12/05/2010
Dream Fragment:
Vaguely remember hugging TamiDoll, and just hanging out with her.

11/30/2010
Dream One:
"Punks 'n a Bat"

I was in some sort of older city. It was modern, but just seemed like an old, sea town. The Keys, maybe. MJ was hanging out with the group, and there were a bunch of punks that were going around and starting shit with people. They came up to our group, and one of them started hitting on MJ. She dismissed him by saying something really slick, and he didn't like it. He stepped up to her, as if he was going to hit her, and I stepped between them. The dude just got in my face and glared at me, anxiously rocking side-to-side. He was shorter than me. I could see in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than to fight me...but he was scared. Had I been someone smaller, he would have relished the chance, but he saw the way I was looking back at him; cool and calm. He knew that I knew I could kick his ass. From behind him, his friends moved in closer, silently signaling to him that they had his back. I knew my friends were standing behind me, as well, so I wasn't really too worried about his squad. He ended up trying something on me. We made a brief exchange of movements, and I ended up dumping him over the short, rope fence on the marina, and into the ocean. I don't really remember his friends trying anything at the moment.

Later, I was walking through the streets, by myself. Still, obviously, in this old, red brick town. Cutting down a wide alleyway, I came upon the same kid from earlier. This time, he was alone, as well. He had something in his hand, though...a baseball bat. We were walking straight toward one another, at the time that we noticed each other. Recognizing me, he ran toward me. I wasn't going to run from him, and the best thing I figured I could do was slip into a range a little too close for him to effectively swing the bat. In a somewhat surprising mood, knowing that he was going to swing the bat as soon as I came in range, I slid to the ground, leaning backward to let the bat pass right over my head. I goofed, though, coming to a sliding stop in front of him after having not traveled far enough. He looked down at me and swung the bat down in my direction, from above. I rolled to the side and stood up, rushing in toward him again. He took one more swing, but I was already in too close. Bracing my left arm for an impact, I swung it up in an outward block, taking a shot from the lower half of the bat while I stepped further in. Confident that I was going to be too close for him to do much damage with it, I completely ignored the impact, now face to face with him. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to just step into his attack like that. I caught just a glimpse of it, when grabbing him by the collar, just before dropping him to the ground with an immediate hay-maker.

Once again, I ran into the boy and his entourage, later the same day. They wanted absolutely no problems, and were trying to act all nice.


Dream (Frag) Two:
I had put together an experimental, makeshift ultralight, in front of my house, out in Canterbury. Apparently, this thing was remote controlled. I don't even remember whether or not it had a seat in it. I had a companion in this dream, who was a small, talking, shape-shifting animal 'demon' (I watched The Golden Compass, for the first time, last night), which just kind of scurried around me, the whole time. Not sure whether or not I could have actually ridden this ultra-light, I took it for a test flight, using the remote control and driving it around the grass around the ditch outside my house. The body of this 'plane' was made out of a lawnmower. And since I couldn't yet figure out how to fly the thing, it was going around in circles and actually mowing the grass. Lol. I finally figured out how to get it in the air, and it took a short flight over the ditch, just before rounding a huge tree, quickly descending, and smashing into my friend Jesse's mom's house. However, instead of being Jesse's mom and dad, who lived there, it was Todd's mom, and a different husband than the one she has now. Pretty random.