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23.05.2010

Doppelganger (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I should really get back to writing down some non-lucids again. I've been having a few good ones lately (and not so many lucids), but they're always so long! Anyway, this was an odd SP/FA thing- triggered once again by the bright light shining through the blinds in my dad's house.

I thought I was awake, but not quite. My mind wasn't working like it should, extreme fuzziness is the only way I can think to describe it. I was aware enough to realise what was going on though. External stimulus (the sunlight) was making its way into my dream again (maybe to tell me to wake up). I was getting blinded by the light coming in, and I could barely move. The fact that I could move at all convinced me that I was still asleep, and not in sleep paralysis, awake. I opened my eyes fully and looked up.

There I was staring back at me. It was a complete copy of myself. He had longer hair and was smiling slightly. It was pretty unnerving, to say the least. I was having some trouble getting out of bed, so I held out my arm to my doppelganger to see if he would help me up. He took my hand and pulled. It was strange- his hand felt slightly wispy, not altogether solid. It did the job anyway, and I made it out of bed to stand, wobbling by the window.

20.05.2010

Bohemian Rhapsody (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a kind of country forest park, running through a hedge maze. It looked like late afternoon- a nice day, but slightly cloudy. It felt like I was taking part in a race, or sponsored run. There were other people in the maze (I could see over the walls, they weren't that tall), all jogging along at their own pace. I could hear music playing from the finish line, so I assumed it must be close. It was Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody", one of my favourite songs.



I found the exit to the maze and took off running down a well-worn, rocky path which led downhill. Right then, I had a feeling that I might be in a dream. The situation (of running through a wooded area with my own personal soundtrack) seemed very familiar to me, and at the time I thought I had dreamed of it a few times before. (Upon waking I have no memory of these previous dreams)- MrDreamsX might find this interesting! I tried to float my way down the hill and take longer, floating leaps, which actually worked a bit. I glided a bit between touching the ground, but it wasn't enough to turn me lucid. I looked at my left hand, but I didn't pay enough attention to it to even RC properly. So I kept on running. The song ended as the ground leveled out, and I ran into a strange bog/marsh. I could see the finish line on the other side, so I ran straight in. My friend Pearse, who had evidently just finished the course, came running back from the finish line swinging his shirt in the air, and dive-bombed into the deepest part. I laughed. He said,
"Hey John, Jess is over there, her and Craig had a fight!" Jess is my girlfriend, Craig is a friend who I do not trust around girls! I waded out the other side of the marsh and crossed the finish line. Craig approached me.
"Hey man, what's going on?" I asked.
"Nothin', just finished," He replied. I shrugged and walked past him to find Jess wearing a towel. She was upbeat and nothing seemed to be wrong, so I didn't worry. We both went and jumped into the marsh.
Here I woke up- I think because of the sunlight shining through the blinds- which always wakes me up at my dad's house. -It also quite often leads to interesting SP situations, and this one was the same sort of thing. I lay completely still, not quite awake. I wanted something to focus on for a DEILD, and Bohemian Rhapsody was still in my head, so I let it play. This time however, it was Weird Al Yankovic's version! (It's much faster and zanier) It was playing in perfect quality, as if I was wearing headphones. It came to the part, "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye!"- In the Weird Al version there is a "hawk-spit" sound thrown in there which I always find humorous, so to test my capabilities I had the spit noise play three times for extra emphasis. It sounded awesome. After the song ended I had nothing else to focus on, so I gradually woke up.

19.05.2010

Bionic Suit Commando (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In the last few hours before I woke up, I went from dream to dream, through different scenarios- while at the same time occasionally falling asleep within the dream and turning up somewhere else.

To begin with, I was back in school. I was trying to get myself organised for a formal I thought was happening tonight. I was on my way into school when I realised I hadn't even gotten myself a tux yet. I decided to take the day off school and get myself said tux. I went back home on foot and got out the yellow pages. For some reason, I was drawn to a tuxedo rental shop called "The Bank of Gestapo". I wasn't put off by the name, and called them up. -Or at least I tried to. I heard someone on the line before I even finished dialling, which turned out to be a woman from the Student Loans Company. This could have been a subconscious reminder to apply for next year's student loan... It's getting to that time of year! Somewhere around here, I fell asleep.

It felt like a very easy WILD, so I became lucid from here on. It wasn't great quality lucidity, in that it didn't click that the level above this was still a dream. Anyway, I found myself on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. I was seated at the very left side, in front of the main window. Captain Picard was on my right. (I watched Star Trek for the first time in years yesterday ) We were descending through a murky atmosphere towards an enemy warship. I saw a shape in the gloom. It was the ship. It looked a lot like a TF Lander from Star Wars. Captain Picard had a short negotiation session with their leader by radio. It seemed we were here to pick up a "high-value target" - a person. The enemy ship wasn't happy about this, and said they were going to fire on us, before cutting off communications. Our ship was unarmed, and there was no hope of escape. Picard came up with a desperate strategy.
"Take us closer," he said. "Right up so we can see into their bridge." We came within a few feet of their bridge, so the two crews could see each other clearly. I put my feet up and gave the enemy captain the finger. Their ship had no option now but to back down. Firing on us would damage/destroy their own ship. They backed away, and we followed, keeping close until they landed... in the street down the road from my old house.

No sooner had we touched down than a man jumped out the bottom of the ememy ship and started running.
"There he is!" said Picard. He pointed at me, "After him!" I had a vague idea in my head of what I could pull off here, so I pressed a random button on my dashboard which looked like it could have been "eject", and I was shot through the floor of the bridge, through some mechanism and out onto the street. Except now I was wearing some kind of very lightweight mech suit. There was an extra foot's worth of machinery below my feet, which enabled me to run incredibly fast, and some apparatus around my chest. I took off running after the target until I came to the end of the street, where I took a left. I saw him ahead of me, on a bicycle. I charged. The suit would rattle uncomfortably when I was picking up speed, but once I reached the highest speed possible, it eased a bit. I ran down the middle of the road, passing cars going in my direction, and causing lorries to swerve off the road to avoid me in the other direction. As we passed the train station, I was gaining on him significantly. Then I started to lift off. I was flying a few feet off the ground, going even faster. Then he took an unexpected left into a large grassy area. I touched back down to give myself more friction for a sharp turn.


I wore something like this... maybe with less firepower though.

The target jumped off his bike and ran into a huge crowd of people who seemed to just be hanging out on the grass having picnics etc. I didn't loose sight of him, and he was quickly apprehended by the scruff of his neck.
"Gotcha," I said triumphantly. The people all around looked at me fearfully... then agressively. I levitated off the ground and raised my fist at them threateningly. "Don't try anything," I said. They started to advance on me anyway. I looked up for any sign of the enterprise. It zoomed overhead right as I looked up, and switched on its tractor beam. The target and I were lifted off the ground and out of harm's way. A few seconds later we were inside the Enterprise's bridge. I threw the target down. Mission accomplished.

Then I remembered that I had very little time to find myself a tuxedo for tonight! What was I doing sleeping?? I sat down in a chair and tried to wake myself up by closing and opening my eyes, trying to force myself back into consciousness. It worked, and for a few seconds I was very confused. "Tux? What the hell? I don't even have a formal to go to!"

18.05.2010

Nooo Not the Sea! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a really disturbed night's sleep last night. Throughout the night I woke up dozens of times- many of which were false awakenings, and I always felt stressed about something. I don't know what I should be feeling stressed about, but something definitely wasn't right!

One DILD I remember quite clearly happened at the beach near my house. In real life the beach is a dump (not literally, just a mess), but on this occasion it was completely clean with just the odd piece of driftwood lying about. I was walking towards the bottom with my brother and a few other people, and we got to the part where it becomes a grassy bank. The huge rocks that are usually at the bottom of the bank were gone, so the water was quite deep right at the base. Also, the bank itself went right into the water, with grass all the way in. I was walking with the sea to my left, on the left side of the group, so I ended up having to walk along the steepest part of the bank. I felt myself slipping on the wet grass, so I threw myself down flat and tried to grab hold of something. It didn't work, and I kept sliding down towards the sea.
"Shit, somebody help me out here," I said. My brother stuck out his arm. By this stage my legs were already underwater and I remembered I had my phone in my pocket and it was about to get soaked..
"Hang on a second," I pondered. "That's the ultimate dreamsign." I checked my hand, and couldn't believe it. "Don't worry!" I said to my brother, and let go of the bank. I floated out from the land on my back, looking up at the sky. A part of me still found it painful to think of my phone getting wet, but I just smiled about it.

It was right here that I either woke up or had a false awakening. Woke up feeling like there was something important happening, but couldn't make any sense of it. :S

17.05.2010

Nighttime Car Ride (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I WILDed when I went to sleep last night. I was probably only able to because I had no sleep whatsoever the night before, and had a short nap a bit earlier. After a while I started to see the inside of a car. Rather than be too "gung-ho" like I've been in my last few WILD attempts, I just looked rather than touching things and thinking too much.

The car solidified and I was sitting in the passenger seat. It was a dark night and my mum was driving. I specifically remember wearing a black t-shirt. I don't know why it was important, but my mum and I had a short conversation about it. There was something menacing about the opressive darkness outside. There were no streetlights, and the car's headlights weren't much good. As we turned on to a residential street, I decided to put on the radio for some mood-lifting beats. I didn't have a song in mind, but Guns n' Roses' version of "It's Alright" came on. I think I listened to it earlier in the day.

It had only just reached the first line of lyrics when I heard a buzzing. Then an excerpt from a song in the the Tenacious D movie cut in.
"Oh the dragon's balls were blazing as I stepped into his cave!" It was my ringtone, and it woke me up. God dammit Darren...

14.05.2010

Deep Trouble (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This one was incredibly long. It felt like it lasted five or six hours, maybe more. In reality it couldn't have been more than an hour though. I'll try to condense it a bit.

It began with a school trip. Me and a load of friends/acquaintances were on a coach. It was driving through lots of small towns which looked like they were still in Northern Ireland. It was a pretty miserable day. Raining a lot, some traffic. The coach journey lasted about an hour, then the teacher told us to get off. Everybody was carrying a huge rucksack, and my arms were full from holding a really big sleeping bag.

What followed was a lengthy walk down some slightly-flooded streets. I kept collapsing from exhaustion and sliding for a bit. One time I tripped and nearly went face-first into a pile of soggy dog shit, but I saw it coming and shielded myself with the sleeping bag. My friend Hugh helped me up and we continued on. We arrived at a strange school a while later, soaked to the skin and about to drop. For some reason I was now wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. I saw it in the reflection of a door. We walked through a couple of classes, seemingly knowing where we were going. The last room at the end of a chain of rooms was ours. Most of the people from the coach were already inside and sitting at desks. I started talking to a girl who arrived just after us about how fucked I was. During that conversation my legs gave way and I ended up on the floor. A receptionist leaned over a counter and stared at me.
"Name?" she asked. I tried a couple of times to tell her my name, but kept spelling the surname totally wrong. It frustrated me, but I got it in the end. She told me to pick a table and pull up a chair. I instinctively ripped off most of my soaking clothes and wrapped myself up in a duvet I found in my backpack. I joined a table with a few of my friends at it and started writing something in a notebook. I can't remember what it was though.

A while later, after some missing time (but definitely in the same day), I was walking back to the coach. The weather had cleared up, and apparently the environment had changed completely. I was walking through the MW2 map, "Rundown". I started off passing the house at the top of the hill and walking down the steps into the enclosed courtyard. I was very angry about something, so I got out a LMG and started shooting at people. Snipers in ghillie suits kept trying to sneak past me, but I nailed them all. For a better defensive position, I ran up the wooden stairs and into the room at the end of the building. I camped at the top of another set of stairs and shot a huge number of snipers who kept trying to run up to me. I had a feeling that this was going to get me into deep trouble, but I didn't care, I was still pretty angry. Soon I heard sirens outside. I looked out the back window and saw a SWAT van pull up. There was a bit of a standoff for a while, but then one police man climbed up on the balcony and talked me down. I calmed down and handed over an Xbox controller. (lol) They put me in the back of one of the NI-exclusive white police vans and brought me to my old school.



I had to wait outside in the rain before I could see the principal. It was night time now, and they were setting something up in the main hall. It looked like a presentation of some kind. The sprinkler system was activated in the hall, and was soaking everything. I wondered why nobody bothered to turn it off. Here, I noticed my two front teeth were extremely wobbly. They weren't sore at all, but if I wanted to I could have just pulled them out. I was very concerned. I thought to myself,
"This is a textbook dreamsign, I fucking wish this was a dream." I honest to god believed it was real life. I based this on having lived an entire day, something I assumed would've been impossible had I been dreaming. After a while I was led into the hall and told to sit in the front row. I tried to ask somebody what was going on but I was afraid of knocking my teeth out. So I kept my mouth shut, causing it to fill up with saliva and blood. Not nice. I would have swallowed, but I was afraid I'd swallow my teeth, which were getting more and more precarious.
"Fuck this," I thought, and got up to go to the bathroom. I took a left when I exited the hall, towards the music department, where I knew there was a toilet. For some reason the music department was gone, replaced by an outdoor concrete football pitch. There was a game of women's football going on. My friend Stephanie approached me, and understood (from my miming) that I needed to find a bathroom. She directed me to a concrete out-building at the other side of the pitch. I ran over and tried to open the door. It was locked.
"Just a minute!" I heard somebody call. I was impatient, so I banged the door. It opened and out stepped an awesomely-hot girl I knew at school. I facepalmed. I didn't have time to explain, so I rushed past her and closed the door. I locked the door, which used a padlock :S and basically opened my mouth above the sink. A thick, slimy red goo poured out, along with some tooth-pieces. I was still disappointed that this was reality, and I thought to myself,
"I really am screwed here. This sort of thing never happens to me in real life, what bad luck." I kept spitting out red gunk and reached for a towel. As I did, I performed a lazy hand reality-check. It didn't look right. "Wait......" I said out loud. I examined more closely. I couldn't get a decent view of my hand at all. It was totally blurred!
"THANK FUCK FOR THAT!" I yelled. I wiped off my face, turned round and punched the door open, breaking the padlock. I threw my arms in the air and whooped. The participants in the womens' football game looked over. I swaggered triumphantly over and proceeded to organise a giant orgy. I was so relieved I felt I could do with blowing off some steam. Pun intended.

10.05.2010

Re-run (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another one where I don't remember becoming lucid, or doing a reality-check.

Strangely, this dream took place in the same school gym as the "Get Psyched" dream. The setting helped me remember it was a dream, since it's a place I haven't been in several years in real life. I started humming, and found myself singing Muse's version of "Feeling Good". I went on for a few minutes, but then realised I was just singing the same part over and over.

The lucidity was very clear. There was a definite feeling of being in complete control of my own body which I always remember from high-quality lucids. I thought about doing the task of the month- "jump off a skyscraper". I decided the best way to get to the top of a skyscraper would be to try and use my version of DEILD from within the dream. I closed my eyes to block out the gym, and visualised the roof of the skyscraper from The Matrix. I bent down and "felt" the concrete, but then the whole thing seemed to dissolve. My surroundings were gone, including the gym, and I wasn't quite sure what was going on. It felt like my head was fizzing. I quickly reminded myself to do a reality-check in the event that I woke up.



The next thing I remember, I woke up in a bed in the gym. I didn't bother to do a reality-check. I have no idea why. It was like I had just been reset completely. I sat up to see beds all around me. Beside mine was a cage with a small white mouse in it. I spent a while playing with it.

06.05.2010

Very Lifelike (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember the start of this one, so I'm just going to assume it was a DILD.

I was standing in a residential street at night. It was raining very heavily. Thinking about it, I might have figured out I was dreaming from being "floaty". As in, gravity wasn't working how it should, and I was gliding a bit with every step. It's always a fun way to catch a dreamsign- "Hey I'm flying a bit! Oh, dream!" Anyway, I thought about doing the task of the year, and I really thought it was within my reach this time. It was a really stable dream, and I reckoned it would last a good while. I wondered about how to time travel. There were no DeLoreans in sight, and I couldn't be bothered asking random people if I could use their time machine again.



I ended up having a false awakening- in the very same street! I caught it, and started talking to a girl who sat down on the pavement beside me. I don't know what she said, but I remember thinking that her reactions and conversationalism were very lifelike -in a way which made me slightly doubt I was dreaming. How could a construct of my own mind seem to have independent thought? I kept trying to predict what she was going to say next, or figure out what part of me her words came from, but I couldn't make any sense of it.

It's a bit strange to me that people talking on their own fascinated me so much when they have always done it in my non-lucids and I've never wondered about it. I suppose being lucid opened my eyes to the curious nature of it.

03.05.2010

Sandscraper (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This just came back to me while I was flicking through the forums and saw the task of the month. I remember attempting it at some point during the night.

I was climbing out of a pool of water in the desert, holding on to a sandstone pillar. I started hauling myself up the side of it, thinking about the task of the month- to jump off a skyscraper. I hadn't looked up to see the top of this structure, so I thought if I kept going I'd get pretty high. I climbed for ages, and when I reached the top of the pillar, I jumped on to a larger one which went up farther. Unfortunately I have no idea what happened next, or if I completed the task. Real bummer.

PART 1 - CROCODILE DODGING WITH G

I'm walking through a water filled area with my friend G. I have to swim from one platform to another to stay above. When I get there, G informs me there are crocodiles in the water.

A bit further, walking along, a crocodile lunges out of a small puddle at me, about three times... but it's kind of moving in slow motion, and isn't coming at me full force, almost as if it's "pulling its punch."

I tell G that, "I need to get my old narcissism back, become A (old nickname from HS), I've become too understanding."

ANALYSIS

The crocodiles "pulling their punch" makes me think of a sheltered environment, being coddled, not exposed to "the real."

The narcissism bit seems literal. I actually do think that sometimes.

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PART 2 - CAPTURED

I'm walking home, turning a corner just down the street, it's dark... a shady character starts coming right my direction from the other side of the street.

When he gets close, I say, "you lookin'?" referring to drugs, to make him think I might be useful somehow, so he won't attack.

He says, "what you got?" I hesitate, wanting to leave options open, making sure he thinks I have something he wants so he won't attack. "Uh, could be anything..."

He realizes I'm lying and decides to mug me. I take out some money and say I'll leave it on the ground for him to pick up once he backs up a certain distance, to ensure I can escape.

He goes along with it at first and gets close anyway and holds me down. I'm held captive, and taken to his group's apartment. I look around for anyone who might sympathize with my plight, but no one shows any sign.

In the light I see the original attacker guy is buff, bulky, with a buzz cut. I remember one other guy, skinny, wife beater, tattoos. There were others, sort of a party atmosphere.

I'm able to get a look out a window, but I see that the next building is too far away to jump to, we're too high up.

I either escape or am rescued, I don't remember. I'm now at the apartment of the "good guys." Similar party atmosphere, everyone is just chilling. They're into magic.

I see someone who looks like someone I work with, K. She is a "good person" and would fit into this culture. It turns out to be her twin sister, my hope for some type of familiarity is dashed.

Someone suggests I call the cops. I wonder why I hadn't thought of that.

I'm on the street (downtown somewhere). I see a cop, 50s, gray hair, mustache, cop hat... I tell him what happened. I don't remember his response. I don't remember at what point in the timeline this took place, it may have been later.

I'm back at the "good guys" place, and the "bad guys" break in - turns out they know magic too, except they're way more powerful than the good guys with it.

The original guy who attacked me is riding a flaming horse. I'm helpless, and think this is probably it for me.

ANALYSIS

This is the second time in a row there's been a shady character who I've tried to fool by leading them on with drugs associated with this same corner near my home! The previous time was on July 30th, before I started recording my dreams online.

"I'm walking down the street to work, it's dark, a shady Muslim dude (in full gear) heads in my direction presumably to mug me. I distract him by asking if he knows where I can find $1000 of weed to play on his self interest. He goes along with it, says we would have to leave the country. We drive the rest of the way and park outside my work. I ask how I would contact him in the future to make him think I was interested in the long term, so that he'll let me go for now. He knew I was lying all along, however, and became angry."

I feel like trying to "trick" the "attackers" is what got me sucked into the web (captured in last night's case)... like I was being punished for being deceptive. They both went along with it at first... like a test to see how deep I would dig my own hole.

This may link up with the message promoting sincerity from the "free beer" dream two days back. I feel this is applicable to me in that I tend to be hyper-aware of managing the impression others have of me, fundamentally out of fear that they won't like me.

The message that stands out, in essence: being deceptive out of fear is a trap that creates your own personal hell from which no one else can ever save you. This must be my "conscience."

I should focus on cultivating honesty; asking myself more in making decisions, "Do I feel good about doing this?"

Broken Teeth

Comment Dream Lucid

I was stood outside my room. Inside my room was a wood panelled room, Godfather-esque. Various shady dealings went on inside. Outside however I was left to my own devices with a mirror. My teeth kept falling out, the entire left side of my mouth collapsed and I was left, vividly, with a handful of broken teeth. I'd look in the mirror and was able to open my mouth as wide as a cat to see the damage. I was terrified, showing people the handful of broken teeth, looking at the carnage in my mouth. It felt so real. I woke up petrified about my teeth and went straight to the supermarket and spent a tenner on toothpaste, mouthwash and toothbrushes.

Comment Dream Lucid Dream

Oh, joy! I think I may have had my first LD this night in a long, long, time (8 years or so?). Before I went to bath I read about meditation on the internet yesterday. I then took a bath - which I normally never do - and relaxed. In the mirror I told myself why I would have a LD. Afterwards in bed, I spent some time on DVs (reviewing the my previous DJ entries, reading others', and rereading the chat log of the first MILD-1 lesson) and went to sleep. "I can Lucid Dream" must've been one of my thoughts. 'twasn't long, but it's a start:

I'm in my room at my mum's house (which I do sleep in atm) and for some reason realize I'm dreaming. I then see if I can float, which sort of works. I run to the attic, to the room of one of my two little brothers and fly out of the window to see how well I can fly. It is now that the vividness increases, but also that I can't remember what happened next. I'm not saying this was a full-blown lucid and entirely vivid, but I remember saying to myself: "I'm dreaming this" and making the decision to go the attic.

[EDIT]
I now remember I flew out the window, dived down and just before I crashed into the ground took up and flew about. I then thought about changing into a wolf (a thing I have done before in my dreams. I love the feeling of sprinting around, close to the ground with huge leaps). Couldn't really decide though whether I wanted to fly or run around, and my mind was still discussing whether it actually feels more like a wolf or a frog. I think the chaos is what made me lose control and ultimately lucidity.

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I'm in the bus riding home and I think I've got a girl seduced. She has black hair and, obviously, looks rather nice. When I get home though, and fetch the drink I offered her, I find her and my other brother (not the attic one) happily humping along. Whore. I run away and sit in my room, feeling crap.
I decide though, I'm not going to give up that easily and at least tell them what traitors they are. Fortunately, when I re-enter their room, I see now what a monster the girl really is. She's fat and has tons of boobs and asses all over her body. Iew. (Wtf @ my mind) In a strange twist of fate I think it would be better if I just became a second Indiana Jones now (I'm not even a Jones fan) and start looking for secret caverns. After some time I find a huge labyrinth in a kitchen somewhere. By figuring out a poem I found somewhere, I know the exact way to traverse the maze (left, right, then crawl through a small hole). Later on I have to fight some monsters and at the end a giant Majin Buu. I'm not even into DBZ, and the monsters looked like this:

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I dreamt of Minecraft, haha (I've been playing it heaps lately). I worked out how to make a bow (because I haven't been able to get online to find the recipe, and I couldn't work it out last night).
I was also able to load the worlds as bitmap images and view them in MSPaint.

I was walking somewhere in some city with my board game club. We had heard of some place where you could show that you had certain board games to get rewarded with some unique candy that you couldn't get elsewhere. After a while we entered a house. It was like one of those apartment block houses as seen in umeå. Next to a door into an apartment was a scanning thing where you were supposed to scan the bar code of the board games. It was only possible to get the candy reward if you scanned a type of game that no one had scanned before. Also, the stock of the candy was not unlimited so we felt that we probably wouldn't get any candy.

We scanned the first game which was a really common one. Despite this, it got approved! Tistou's name was shown on some electric device (spelled wrong, however.) and that meant that he should go behind the counter (yes, a counter had appeared with two girls standing behind it that was working there.). Since there was no way around the counter, he tried to climb over it but the staff complained and showed him a hole in it where he was supposed to crawl. He did.

Next up was another game that we scanned. It also got approval and the screen showed a name. We couldn't see who's name it was because of some disturbance but we guessed it was my name so I crawled inside as well.

In there was a kitchen with some random people in it. They showed me a nearly empty tube of chocolate sauce and a bunch of papers that was lying in the pantry. I did as I was supposed to, which was to grab a sheet of paper, tear a part from it and squeeze out some chocolate sauce onto it. Then I could lick the sauce from the paper. Apparently that was the unique candy, lol. I explored the area a bit and it had a very slacky feel to it. There were only young people there.

Somehow I was in a couch with some random dudes in front of a tv. A movie night was upcoming. On the screen they showed a commercial from a new pirates of the caribbean film that wasn't really a sequel since it had nothing to do with the old characters or plot. I think it seemed to be lame. A discussion started on which movie to watch and I jokingly said "lord of the rings!". One guy was like "Oh, yeah, good idea!!" and pulled forth vinyl discs with all three movies in the trilogy in extended version. The other persons were like "Oh, nooo! That one takes ages to watch! damn!".

Then I don't remember anything more.

#957:
Date: August 4th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes


I'm at a strange sort of Foo Fighters concert, and it seems I'm part of the band and on stage with them. The concert is set in a gigantic room, and the stage is surrounded by a massive pool, above which are many beams and platforms that form a sort of obstacle course. After a while, I end up on on the obstacle course, but fall off from one balance beam, into the pool.

I swim for a while, and the concert seems to end. The audience (there are seats outside the pool) cheers, and for some reason all the band members take off their clothes and jump into the pool. I end up chatting with Dave Grohl, and I feel a bit like I'm left out of the band, even though I'm supposedly a member. He hands me a bunch of books, which somehow remain dry despite the fact that we're still swimming, and I apparently have to return them to the library.


#958:
Date: August 5th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

Unfortunately I'm having some trouble remembering this dream. Basically, I was back in middle school or high school. I found myself in late August, 2001, but I was aware of my life and events through 2010. Somehow, I had been sent back in the past (and, it seems, made younger too), and I was aware of it, at least partially. I was confused at how I got here, and kept wondering if this was real (but it did not occur to me that I was dreaming).

I was in a sort of courtyard near one of my old schools, and I decided that I should try to convince someone that I really had been sent back in the past, in hopes that they could help me. For some reason, the character of Gretchen from Donnie Darko was around, and I ended up talking to her about it, also wanting to go on a date with her at the same time. I explained my story (or at least, what I could make of it) to her, and told her that I'm aware of some events that will occur and that will prove I'm not making this up. I tell her about the 9/11 attacks that will occur soon, and I might have mentioned the war in Iraq. I don't remember much after that, except feeling confused and maybe "warping" to other places/times.



One last fragment, I had a dream where I was with a bunch of people from my old high school class, and we were in some kind of PE class where we had to bike around a park. I somehow found a way to "air-bike" -- I was just floating/sitting in mid-air, as if on a bike, and pedalling, and I would go forward with great speed. It was quite a fun experience, and for some reason I wouldn't get tired no matter how hard I pedaled.