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18.08.2010

Assigning a job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A more decent night. Hopefully my subconscious is digesting all the new changes in my professional waking life. One fragment and two lucids.

First:

- I had to assign a job to someone.
- Everything looked normal and I had one applicant.
- The applicant's profile was not the best, but I assigned him the job.
- I called him over the phone.
- It was afternoon.

Missed dream signs:
- Unknown.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Unknown.

I went to bed extremely tired and had this dream-

I was instantly in a canyon chasing some dude up a rock that looked like a giant big building. As I followed him half way up the rock he said ready to skydive he then jumped off opened his parachute and ran then I jumped after him but he got away. Then it took me toward rail road tracks and a western town and then big red text said CANNOT PLACE OBJECT HERE I then woke up.

I went to bed last night tired and had this dream-

I was in a normal looking house when a guy came up to me and said do you want to be level 100 on runescape (which some of my friends play) the dude was kind of fat but I said yes and he got me to level onehundered in one press of a button. Later my friend did the same thing (he plays runescape) then instantly me my mom my friend and his parents were in a retro suffers car. And my mom said thank you for the day mr. and mrs. darlingg shmucks I then proceeded to wake up.

Continued from previous post.
(Abridged)

Don juan tells me to focus in the corner of the mirror i can see 2 others of me in my perphials.
DJ Shatters the mirror by whipping his tentacles at it. There are 3 of me that i can see now in the room. We face each other and morph into wolves. we circle each other and say "We know who we are... Naga Nagual." We run fast around each other and create a vortex we all get pulled in. Don Juan is laughing. The dream Diverges.

Dream 1: I am walking with Don juan in the desert. I am telling him that I don't see like Naguals do. He says that I do. I say then how come I never recognise energy bodies in the waking state. He says that I already do but i'm just not paying attention to it. I say that's impossible. He laughs.

Dream 2: I am in don Juan's shack He gives me a pipe and I smoke it. It's like ice coated smoke smoke. "What is this shit?" "Little smoke" He says and then tells me I will see the guardian of the otherworld. He puts a fried egg in front of me. In the yolk is a man walking around playing guitar. I can't speak so I telepathically tell him I dreamed this before months ago. He laughs and says there is only the dream of right now. The guitar man turns intoa gnat. I am suddenly inside the yolk staring at a large beast with spike hairs and giant wings. It flies up and away and then comes back and charges at me. I scream and find myself in Don Juan's shack. "He didn't accept you" he says.

Dream 3: I am with Lonewolf, Raven knight and Waking nomad. We are helping lonewolf meet the black fists. I see lonewolf whip his tentacles at one of them and the black wraith looking guy dies.

Dream 4: I am in the same scenario but this time Lonewolf punches the black fist guy in the chest, his hand goes right inside the man's chest and he pulls the heart out and eats it. He laughs. i think "WTF, this was ages ago. I thought I never intended to go there."

I am now officially a 1/5 of the way to the 100th Wave. Yay! No dream. Awww! I did realise that it has only been 20 days. It felt so much longer. Really 21 days ago I was in my Pre Dreams. Now im in my Post Dreams

I am getting more and more scared of fluctuating results when I actually do stuff in the day. Or even worse, when I stress for the next day. I see to always get a crappy day, then an awsum day, then a crappy day. I guess today's gonna be great then, since last night was a fail. Ld perhaps? Dunno. Wel see

Countdown: 12 nights left

I am so excited to share this with you, even though it was really short. :/ But here's my 3rd lucid: *giggle*

Now, before the series of dreams and then my FA, I had woken up and decided to WBTB. I just went to the bathroom though. Then I laid back down, and tried to think of nothing. My mind kept wandering off but I tried to keep as many thoughts as I could out of my head. It kept going on like this until I fell asleep I think, when I had the dreams. At the end of the dream before my FA, I saw an iPad that didn't look like one far away. I looked closer and it had the cover of my phone around it. It was a red cover. So I sorta thought to myself. "Hmm..this is weird.. do you think maybe i could be dreaming?" Then the dream ended. That's when I had the FA.

ONCE AGAIN, this dream was hardly controllable. I really didn't feel like I was in it, I just remember feeling the RC. All of my LDs so far i have had little controllability (if that's a word) and little feelingness.

ANYWAYS...

I woke up in my bed, It was really dark except for the dim light on in the bathroom. Like I was taught, I did a reality check to (just in case it did happen) catch a false awakening. As soon as I plugged my nose and breathed in I thought, "Holy crap I'm dreaming! I've never had an FA before!" After this, for some reason I started daydreaming about Taylor Lautner with blonde hair, lol. And once again, I was scared that I would see something scary around the corner, or that something would pop up freaky, or that I would be just plain afraid. I don't know why. I guess it's just because anything can happen in a dream. And to my bad luck, my alarm rang. I woke up with a start. I was happy that I got lucid for the third time, but not happy it ended so quickly. stupid alarm!

I'll post the dreams I had last night in the "MILD Class Dream Entries" post. Thank you for reading DV members!

My dreams are fixed again.

1. We were in a contest where the loser had everything in their house destroyed by a robot. I'm not sure what the winner got, but I lost the contest. A robot came and destroyed a flat screen television, a couch, and a chair. While it was destroying the house, I was hoarding garden gnomes in my basement so the robot couldn't get them. Sadly, the robot busted down the door and destroyed all of my garden gnomes.

2. I went to see Harry Potter: Order of the Phoenix in theaters. I gave the guy my ticket, but he said that since the movie technically didn't come to theaters for another 5 seconds, I couldn't see the movie. I basically ignored him and went and saw the movie anyway. I got in there, but it definately wasn't Harry Potter. It was something else. I don't remember anything, nor was it a lucid dream, but it all felt so real. I can't really explain it.

3. I had two of the same dog (I have two dogs, but in the dream I had two of the same dog). One was a demon, and one was the real dog. I had to decide which was which, and I did this by their dog tags (my dog doesn't wear a dog tag). The demon had a smiley face on his dog tag, while I knew that my dog does not have a smiley face on his.

I can remember absolutely nothing!

I think my dreams are broken.

I was working at Office Depot, and before my shift was to start I was given a scratch-off card because the company was giving out some money in a sweepstakes to its employees, and told to scratch it off when I was ready. So, I walked outside the door, and took a look at it. Apparently the max amount one could win was 7 million!!! So I got kind of excited at this point and daydreamed(daydreaming in a dream.....mind boggling) about getting that 7 million. I scratched it off, and the amount of money I won was 7,128 dollars! Nowhere near 7 million, but it would buy the car I was saving up for! I ran inside to tell my manager, and she told me to log on and get to work and that the amount would be transferred to my bank account. So I went to the computer, and when I tried to login the computer got glitchy. Now, it is normal for the computers at my work to be extremely slow, but at this point I got very nervous and remembered that technological issues can be a sign you are dreaming. I really really wanted that 7 thousand, so I sort of willed the computer to work as it always does, and it did. So then I was like, "sweet, its not a dream!" and I went and told all my coworkers the news. The dream ended and I woke up disappointed but quickly fell back asleep.

This time I was working in a store that reminded me of Wal-Mart and I was stocking stuff(on the east side of store) and talking to a hot coworker. After a little while of doing this I got transferred to the opposite side(the west) of the store. Strangely, my Grandmother on my Mom's side was there in an assisted living sort of area, upstairs in a clothes section(in the north side of west). It was closed off but she had windows. Looking out her window, I saw a trail in the country and some people, and I also saw my Papaw, who divorced her years ago. I went out and talked to him and told him about what was going on with her mental health as of late and he gave me a message to give to her. I looked at it and it was a request to let him help her. So I went back to my Memaw and told her that he thought he could help, and after some initial emotional tug-of-war I sensed flowing through her, she decided to go with him. So he took her and left. Then, strangely, in the back(south area of west) of the store we were suddenly being sieged. So all the workers got together and boarded big moving platforms to fight the intruders and drove them back. Then the dream ended and I woke up to my alarm clock.

Wednesday 18th August 2010
I was waiting in the reception of what was apparently the college I used to attend, however, it had a completely different appearance. The walls, carpets, as well as the general atmosphere was completely dull. As if the white walls had faded over time. No lights, whatsoever, lit the hallways.

I walked out of what appeared to be the main entrance; the doors, old and rusty. The sky sporting the same barren, tea-stained colour scheme as the walls inside.

Upon my return, I was met with the site of the main entrance being cordoned off with what looked like yellow police tape. I wondered fleetingly what was going on, however, I let this pass and walked into another door on the other side of the building and made my way to the library. I thought that since no one was being let outside that it would be packed and at first it appeared as such.

There were a few computers; some turned off and some in use. There were students sat on the floor in groups chatting with each other. The blatant lack of books was also surprising. And the more I travelled to the back of the dark 'library' I noticed more empty chairs and tables and I seated myself next to a friend of mine. Greeting her with a friendly "hello."

At that moment, a male approaches us, introducing himself as a priest. It was then that I stopped seeing myself in the dream and instead followed the perspective of the priest. He strolled outside the door into what looked like a barren wasteland and there sat a rusty old caravan which swayed slightly due to a strong breeze. He appeared to be looking for someone.

What he said next was hazy, however I know his sentence ended with "...in the graveyard."

I remembered my dream when I awoke, but laziness coupled with being tired from the day before resulted in my not recording the dream until 30 minutes of dozing had gone by, at which time I had forgotten the dream. *dissapointed in myself* But I guess thats life.

Not a whole lot of recall tonight, just remember the last part of the dream:

My Aunt and I had to go into a building to retrieve somethings that we absolutely had to have. We had no choice. The problem was, the house was infested with thousands and thousands of bees. There were bees everywhere. The house, on a side note, was a two story, white, abandoned wood house that looked to be about 30 years old(unsure because the disrepair of the house may have made it look older.). There was a white mailbox(the style with the red flag that you lift up) outside the front. No other houses were visible when I was looking at it from in front of the house, indicating that it was not a big city or a suburban house, but rather a small town house. It may have been a house I lived across from for about 5 years when I was younger. It was inhabited by a scary lady who got angry about everything, and as I recall, her house was almost identical. At any rate, I was putting off going in the house because I really don't like small things that can sting me, and also because my aunt is allergic to them so it would be potentially lethal for her. While I was putting it off, my mind created a random bug and it appeared on my arm. A friend from highschool comes up from nowhere and tells me the name of the bug, which I cannot hear clearly, and tells me that what it does is inject a toxin that morphs into a random virus when it bites people. I realized that I should be scared to death, because it could be anything from a stomach bug to AIDS, but I just look down at the bug on my arm and think to myself 'that's not good' in a rather disinterested, detached way. The bug looked a lot like a mosquito, but with some strange coloration and bigger. It was about the length of the width of a fingernail. After thinking to myself that the situation was not good, I woke up.

It was sort of a mild nightmare, in that I woke up frightened but not terrified.

This has by far been one of my favorite dreams of my life. Anyway, here it is.

I went on a vacation with my family to Europe. On the vacation I met someone who told me that I had the ability to transform into a canine(not specifically wolf or dog, just canine...hard to explain) He brought me to his clan, who could all do it as well. He told me of their history, that there were three clans. Their was the Protector clan. They did everything in there power to keep the race alive and defend from threats. Another clan, a neutral clan, did next to nothing for anybody, had no name or respect, and merely stuck together and went through life like a normal human. I got the distinct impression they were looked down upon and began to feel the same way as my mind began to adopt the pack way of thinking that dogs have and I understood how selfminded they were.. The last clan, the avengers, where a group who settled the scores. They would take any offenses to the clans into their own hands and take revenge for those offenses. Upon finishing the relation of their(our) history, we journeyed to meet the avengers. Once again, the "neutral" clan was completely dropped off the radar. When we got there, we met with their leaders, one of whom I knew from highschool, we had been good friends, and we greeted each other as such and were glad to have the same ability. He invited me to be in his clan, however the protectors wished me to stay with them as well. After a moment, the leaders of the avengers decided that we could decide that later, but that for now we should have some fun. So they took us to a Night Club they owned on their turf that was solely for our kind, and we partied. There were people playing hockey in an arena inside the club but with a regular ball instead of a puck, and at one point they accidentally shot the ball off into the dance floor, near which I was standing. I saw the ball and decided to try out my new form again(I had done so often in the dream, especially on the journey to the avengers) and I jumped through the air towards the ball, changing into wolf form midflight, and landing beside the ball fully changed. Some girls by the bar thought it was cute that I was so fastenated by my new form and commented on it saying, "Oh look! He is still fascinated with his fangs!" and then giggling. I felt a little like a noob, but in a welcomed sense, as though I would be mentored and taught in a fun, teasing manner. Everything was playful, I imagine this was due to the effect that the wolf form had over our mind. Attempting to pick up the ball, I realized my mouth was too small to pick it up so I changed back into a human as I picked up the ball in one smooth movement. With practice I knew I would eventually be able to hold the ball in my mouth. Beautiful girls, comrades, shots, and a fun atmosphere occupied the rest of my dream, and I never was required to choose a side that night.

I expect very much to revisit this a lot when I get down LDing and Dream Control. This has filled my thoughts a lot over the days following it. I may write a book.....a very memorable dream to say the least. The fact that my mind was affected by the experience was amazing. The vividness extended farther than sight and sound....Does anyone else have their mind/thoughts affected by shapeshifting?

All of my dreams last night were non-lucid, but at least they were fun! I love dreams with good visuals, the mundane ones I've been having the last couple nights have bored me.

#1
In my first dream I'm standing in a tunnel at night. The ground is made of uneven cobblestones, and the walls are made of brick. Outside the tunnel I can see rain falling, and the brick walls are dripping. There's a man standing in front of me, and I have the sense that he's dangerous. My dream self knows that I'm a shape shifter, and that if I had any energy left, I'd be able to transform into a crow and escape, but I'm exhausted. The man takes a few slow steps towards me, and drops his shoulders and bends his knees. His shape ripples and suddenly he transforms into a white leopard, and leaps towards me with huge claws out.
The shock of fear wakes me.

#2
I'm unaware of my surroundings, but I'm sitting with someone I think of as an instructor, and she is telling me that I need to summon a jug. It seems we sit still for a long time, but she is patient. I close my eyes and when I open them again, there is a large ceramic vase in pale blue sitting on my lap. The instructor tells me, "you must turn it to silicone." I hold the vase in my hands, and then it's not a vase anymore, its a sticky puddle of transparent blue goo in my hands.

#3
I'm standing beside a man in a room that is really a giant computer. There is no screen, the images project in 3D into the center of the room. The man with me is a repair man. At the right angle, the image projected is a huge, fluffy cloud in brilliant shades of purple and pink, that seem to sparkle and glitter. But when the angle isn't perfect, the image breaks down into geometric shapes. They're hard to explain, I have sketches in my dream journal. They are square and rectangular frame-like shapes, in different sizes. They are arranged in a row, not quite touching, with the open middles forming a tunnel down the center. The size of each frame mimics the contour of the cloud.
The repair man tries to tell me that this break down is normal, that the image is only meant to be seen from a few sides, but I'm angry and I argue with him. I'm convinced that it must be broken. I don't remember who won that argument, I think I woke before the end of it.

#4: my favourite dream of the night
The dream started with a huge party, some kind of club, but my memories of that are nearly non-existent. What I remember is after everyone else was gone, and the room is shadowy and empty, and I'm afraid. I start to walk, hoping I can find the way out.
I leave the club floor, and walk into a room that is even bigger and darker, and is full of close-together square pillars. There's a woman in the room, wearing all tight black clothes, with black hair slicked back from her face, wearing too much black eye make up. She sneers when she sees me, and some how I know she's not human, and she's going to hurt me. She starts coming towards me, but she's moving slowly. She's wants to play cat and mouse with me, and she's obviously confident that I wont be able to get away. But the pillars make the room like a maze, and I manage to hide from her until I find another door to get out without her noticing.
I'm in a room that looks like a church now, filled with pews. There's a blond woman standing up on the altar, although there is nothing there to mark it as an altar except that it is raised from the floor. Like the other woman, I know that she's not human, but this one is more obvious. Her hair is knotted and fallen in her face, and she's snarling. She starts towards me as soon as she sees me, and I cant move.
A huge man steps out in front of me, and the blond's leg explodes in blood. I don't know if he shot her or something else, but she falls to the floor, and throws back her head and roars. The man grabs my wrist, and his hands and fingers are huge, his fist encloses over half of my arm. He drags me between some pews and through another door. I know that I knew him once, but he's different now, he's monstrous like the women were but he's still trying to help me. He's pulling me through dripping tunnels, and in the enclosed space he seems even bigger. He's tall and has wide shoulders. He's wearing a brown leather coat. I don't remember what I want to say to him, but I call him 'Red.' He doesn't say anything.
The tunnel changes, and we're in a huge chamber, full of rows and rows of seats. There are people in them(real people, not monster people) and they are unconscious, hooked up to tubes and wires. He lets go of my arm but I keep following him as he goes to the end of the room where there is a control panel. The door we came through(although I don't remember going through it) creaks, and I quickly hide behind the man, crouching, peering through the gap under his arm. The woman in black enters, still sneering, and starts a slow saunter down the aisle.
I don't know what happened with that woman, if there was a confrontation that I just cant remember, but the man starts the controls, and after that I don't see what happens to us anymore. The blond monster woman somehow got to this chamber before us, and when she realized we were coming she dragged herself into wiring inside a wall. Now I can see her, and when the man turns on the machine, she explodes in bright yellow electricity and flame. It is like the entire world is yellow and orange. She is writhing, and it looks almost like dancing. It's caught in flashes and sometimes time turns sluggish, so that her movements are alien. Her mouth is open in a scream, but her voice isn't human and it sounds almost like high pitched, keening music.

#5: the really weird one
In my last dream, I'm going to an expensive school on a scholarship. Although I'm thinking of it as a school, its really just a pool. But all the other kids in that pool hate me, because I'm on a scholarship. They keep pulling me under the water and trying to drown me. After this has happened a few times I crawl up out of the water and pout. This dream me is only 12 years old, and it's weird to be so young again.
A pool guy comes over and asks me if I'd rather swim in the channel, which was a long narrow strip of pool beside the real pool. I know that it's not for swimming in, but since he offered, I accept, and there is no one there to try to hurt me and I'm happy. I want to hug the pool guy, and suddenly he's in the water beside me so that I can.
I think to myself that I need to thank him properly, and then I'm walking up the driveway to his house. When I go inside, it is small and cluttered and full of people. The pool guy takes me into the backroom to meet his dad, but when we go into the bedroom, there is an old man's head sticking up out of baby swaddles that are held by a nurse. She unrolls the swaddles and the same head is on a tiny baby's body. Then he stands and his body changes into a wrinkled, red skinned old man body. He's swinging the blanket that he was swaddled in, and it's smeared with yellow shit. He starts to yell that living by the pool keeps him young, but then he stops and says very calmly, "I have to poopies" and walks through another door in the room.
I go back to the living room and then someone knocks at the front door and the pool guy goes to open it. It's the mother of one of the girls who was trying to hurt me at the pool and I'm afraid that if she sees me she'll berate me. The pool guy's younger brother, who is closer to my dream age, asks if I want to leave. I nod and he tells me to just slip out. I do, and no one notices, and I feel better back in the sunshine. I start walking towards home, and details fade, and then I wake up.

I was standing in an older structure, indoors I think, and there was a fish tank, about 20 gallons. There were dark rocks at the bottom and lots of dark plants. There were two fish. A red fish with white stripes and a black fish with smaller, yellowed-white stripes. They were swimming and I was talking to them, but I can't remember what I was saying.

Suddenly, another, smaller tank appeared. The fish were suddenly in this 2nd tank but the water was VERY low. They were struggling against the plants and rocks at the bottom of the tank. I ran to an outside faucet on the wall and filled up a plastic, fast-food cup with water. I poured it into the tank, but when I did so, it overfilled the tank (even though it was at least a 15 gallon tank). The fish were floating at the top of the tank and almost slipped out. I dipped the cup into the water and took out a cup full and poured it into the 1st tank, which suddenly was empty and the red fish was in there. The water was suddenly carbonated and was fizzing and the fish was squirming uncomfortably. I ran the faucet again and filled up the cup and poured it into the tank and the fish was ok. Both tanks had enough water and I just left it.

At certain points, I was a fish and was in the water too, but otherwise I was a human watching the tanks.

Suddenly, I was walking along a sandy path beside a fenced area. The fence had wooden posts and three wooden slats with wire covering them. I was on the outside walking with a stranger, who sometimes was my fiance but other times was an older man or woman.

We were walking to look at some rare species. The fence was lined with eucalyptus trees, and it was extremely hot and beyond the trees was dead grass over rolling hills that went on for miles, but in my mind, the hills dipped down and there could have been a mountain or some barrier not too far off.

We got down to the end of the fenced area, where a fence ran the width of the area and another 'pasture' began on the other side. There was a gate here on the closer side. Inside, were about 10 six-legged half insect/half goat creatures. They had a brown, exoskeleton and they were trying to push over sapplings to get in the shade. I remember pulling out some sapplings and throwing it over the fence to them for shade. They had insect like heads and four legs which they stood on and then two front 'arms' that had pinscers at the end like a praying mantis.

The other person, a stranger, was telling me about how rare they were and how they were trying to revive the species. I was very disturbed by the little creatures.

We continued to walk and in the other field, which had less trees in it, was what looked like a man. He was barely clothed, but I didn't notice that. He was maybe 30, VERY skinny, and had stringy, oily, yellowish hair shoulder length. He had PALE skin, so very white, but blotched with dirt and sand, and his eyes were puffy and red. His eyes were yellow and his eyelids and cheeks were brilliantly red in contrast to his skin. Even the whites of his eyes were reddened.

I noticed I was now inside the fence, although not sure how, and that he was glaring at us. The stranger told me to stay away, he was dangerous, but then we noticed one of the six-legged creatures (we'll call it insectus) was in the field 'grazing' in the corner. The stranger was alarmed, and the humanoid (we'll call them Karjas) noticed the creature too.

The stranger tried to shoo the insectus out of the gate (there was a green, metal pipe gate suddenly) but I turned and noticed a 'pack' of Karjas running our way from across the field. I somehow 'knew' that the Karjas and Insectus were 'at war' and that they were disgusted that an insectus was in their field.

I turned and started running, but I was sluggish and barely leapt through a slat in the green gate before they enveloped the insectus.

I 'awoke' and time had passed. Lots of time. I 'knew' the Insectus race had been killed off and the Karjas had taken over. The fences were down and there were 'structures' what looked to be really tall, lopsided wooden house-like dwellings, where the eucalyptus trees had been. The Karjas had grown in size and there were hundreds of them. They were not tall white, some were black, but an ashen black, with greyed short hair. There were also olive skinned ones that looked the most human. These were usually children. They were clearly not human, due to their skin and their red eyes. They wore neutral colored, tattered clothing and were 'migrating' it appeared, toward the currently uninhabited dwellings.

I was suddenly in a 'secure' area about two hundred feet away, with real humans in a group, and the Stranger was talking to a group of Karja women seated on benches. The women were wearing office attire, suits or slacks, and all appeared human. The stranger was saying that these Karjas had been living amongst humans, working with them and living with them, to study us. These would be 'spared', the stranger indicated.

I was sitting with the Karjas on the benches (made of earth at the time) with grass on them, and there were three rows. On either side the wooden fence appeared again, forming an aisleway, but there was no wire, just one single wooden rail that was made of what appeared to be natural, thick (1-2 inch) branches, not manufactured wood.

Suddenly, there was dust and beyond the benches the aisleway was sandy and Karjas were bursting through the fence onto the aisleway and then beyond into the new fences area. However, on the other side of the aiselway the open space extended only a few feet where there was a very TALL, impassable fence bordered by thick, tall, dried brush that looked like sugar cane almost.

I watched the Karja's race across the aisleway into the new area and 'understood' that it was a game of sorts. They were being willed to make it to the new area, like a challenge. I watched the Karjas run through the fence on the second side. They didn't stop or bend for the one rail. They just ran through it like it wasn't there. I suddenly realized it was some sort of forcefield because the Karjas were stuck on the other side and couldn't pass back into the aisleway. For now, there were only young Karjas running through, about 12-15 years of age. Although, I saw other Karja, older and younger, coming from the fields.

The atmosphere became more urgent as Karja realized they were trapped. A tall, viewing tower appeared where a real human watched the Karja being confined. I saw a younger boy, maybe 8 or 9, sitting in the sandy aisleway. He was laughing but distressed, and he appeared blind. His eyes were glassy and grey, with no pupil. He had large teeth. He was playing in the sand and he was indicating he needed help to cross. I knew that they were being confined, and I sat and couldn't help him be enslaved. He had dark hair and ashy, olive skin, and appeared to be a younger, more human-looking Karja.

I was back with the Karja, assimiliated women on the benches. A little time had passed, because the Karja were now all standing on the other side of the fence, in the field again, but they were all wearing chestnut colored, leather harnesses on their chests. We somehow could control them. They were silent and stood in order. Younger men, maybe 20 or 30, stood in front and their skin looked more normal and their hair was brown. But their eyes were still red.

The stranger was there, and indicated we had enslaved the 'zombies'. They weren't really zombies, but they appeared to be not-living, it was true.

The assimilated Karja women were sitting and were sharing their 'experience' as humans. I was seated at the end of the benches, away from the stranger, and I noticed that there were women Karja that weren't wearing the leather harnesses. Their heads were shaved, and their eyes were darker and more human, but they looked old. One black woman sat beside me, and her head was shaved but very short, ashy grey hair was growing. Her skin was very ashen colored, almost a milky grey, not black.

She was sitting in an olive green, canvas material shirt and beige pants of the same material. She had no shoes. A young girl, maybe 17, was sitting on the middle bench. She was talking to the older, black Karja. She was wearing a pink tank top and her hair was brown. She looked very tired. She was irritable. She was telling us how the humans had been asking her about men she wanted. About how they had given her a home to live in and were selected mates for her to reproduce with to create a superior race. She said it was 'chaos'. She was very upset, because she wasn't free, but because she was the most human looking Karja, she was being used to breed. The men were being used for labor and the women who could reproduce were bred with human men. But the humans tried to make it seem comfortable by trying to get their 'type' of man and making the home comfortable.

I woke up then, thinking how utterly horrifying it was we were breeding these creatures.

(DREAM ON 8.17.10)