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Saturday 18th April 2009
Sitting on the right side of the bus towards the middle, I handed my friend a pile of sketches I had done and she leafed through them.

Suddenly, while the bus was moving, a man clothed entirely in black jumped through the doors. He just appeared to be a speeding blur. He rushed up the aisle and back down again. A few people screamed in pain, and fell limply in their seats, blood pouring from their fleshly opened wounds. They'd been slashed with a knife.

Those who were left alive carried on as if nothing had happened, while I sat, desperately wondering to myself if they'd actually noticed what happened. Even the driver continued with the journey with out so much as a second thought; he didn't even stop once.

As the journey continued, panic still present in my mind, the blur of a man jumped in again while the bus was moving and swept up and down the length of the bus. More people slumped in their chairs, blood trickling down their slashed torsos and chests.

My heart rate sped up dramatically.

How could he possibly do that!? I thought to myself, shifting irritably in my seat.

I went on to wondering about if was actually hiding beneath or on top of the bus. I looked foreward, seeing an old lady with grey hair slumped in her chair, utterly lifeless; among the rest of the people who had been killed. My gaze then traveled out of the window. The bus weaved through cars on the busy roads and it was getting dark outside, and I was becoming more frightened with every passing minute.

Soon enough, we had finally arrived in the town centre. I didn't want to wait to get to the bus stop, so when the driver had stopped at a traffic light, I yelled down the bus, "Hey, is it alright if I get off here?"

"Yeah, course you can." Came the cheerful reply, as if he hadn't even realised the killings that had so fleetingly taken place throughout the journey.

I jumped off the bus and onto the pavement, slowly realising I had left my bag on the bus, but the bus had already driven away. I decided that when I got home, I'd find the number for the bus station and ask if my bag had been given in to lost and found.

06.21.2010

Ignore the Death (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My father and me sat on a couch in any house and watched soccer on TV (I thing Croatia played).
I sat on the right, my father on the left. Further on the left was the entrance door.
A guy appeared on the left between the door and the couch. He had a pistol and he wanted to kill us. Nobody had a problem with that and it seemed like he was a good friend of my father. The talked and joked around. The killing was just something, what had to be done and wouldn't have any consequences. Kinda like bringing the trash out once a week.
I prepared myself fro being shot while the guy pointed the gun at me. I thought, I have to force myself to think about something else. I closed my eyes and just waited. I feeled nothing and opened my eyes some seconds later. "What? That's all?", I asked.
"Yes, that's it."
So you only need to ignore the death to survive.

Wednesday 15th April 2009
All I heard was a booming and irritated voice yelling, "Why don't you go and learn some manners!?"

06.19.2010

Super Scribblenauts (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I played some Super Scribblenauts and summoned a "Gentlemanly T-Rex" or something like that.

06.13.2010

Industrial Park (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Patrick and me walked around at a place, which seemed to be a mix between an old closed industrial park and one of thos places in Hollywood were all those studio-buildings stand side by side.

06.13.2010

Spore Wars (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I walked through a warzone, which looked like an adventure in "Spore: Galactic Adventures". I walked to the other end through crates and explosions and started attacking another creature.

06.12.2010

Dream Fragment #4 (Gun) (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I had the case of the PlayStation 2 game "Gun" in my hands and toied around with it while I was listening to someone. As I looked at it, I noticed, that I crinkled and damaged the cover.

06.12.2010

Wild West - Level 1 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a big wooden house in the wild west.
Classic music was played and a lot of gentlemany people stand and sat around and talked quietly.
I ought to go into a room and someone told me to act very gentlemanly. I was nervous and opened the wooden door.
I went into the room. There was a couch and a big table with 8 chairs.
A few men stand and sat in the room and talked quietly. Nervous as I was I forgot to greet them right. I just lifted my hand and said "Hi".

It was like a videogame, I hadn't done it right so I had to start from the beginning again.
So I stood in front of the door again. I went in there and shook everyones hand and talked a little bit with them.
One of the guy had claws on his hands like Wolverine. He put plasticcases on them to don't injure someone.
As I talked to him I noticed, that his whole right arm was a artificial limb.
Then I noticed 2 guys hiding in a corner of the room. I told someone by whispering and suddenly I stood in front of the door again...
I went in the third time, shook everyones hand, talked to everyone a little bit and ignored the guys in the corner. We all sat down at the table and started talking about something very serious.

Tuesday 14th April 2009
With the Easter holiday from college slowly nearing its end, I began worrying about homework; namely history and classics.

I picked up my files and folders and took them into the kitchen and slipped everything out of the plastic sleeves to reorder them to organise them into different sections. While emptying my folder, I happened upon a black book entitled HISTORY, which was written in huge white letters across the top. I slipped this into the very first plastic sleeve in my folder and turned to the next one.

At that moment, my sister walked in, "Can I have one of your yoghurts, please?"
I became irritated at her request, "I thought I told you I didn't have any!" I seethed.

Opening the fridge, my sister pulled out a red yoghurt tub.

"Yeah, you do!" she retaliated, producing the evidence in her hands.
"Okay, okay. What flavour did you take?" I inquired, looking at the label, it read STRAWBERJA.

Letting my sister walk out of the room with it, I thought nothing of the incorrect and downright odd spelling and grabbed a raspberry yoghurt out of the still open fridge.

Monday 13th April 2009
Throwing my overpacked bag next to the bed in the guest room of my sister's boyfriend's house, I left to walk into another room where a PC was stood in the corner beside the door.

Alone, I searched for random videos using non existant search engines and each video appeared not only on the monitor, but the huge wide screen TV which was affixed to the wall.

As night began to fall, I walked in to the guest bedroom. The curtains were drawn tightly closed and the light was off. And dragging myself upon the high window sill, I sat within the darkness the room had to offer. As I looked out into the small room, I noticed something in my peripheral view. A person. A person sat right next to me on the window sill. Turning and studying he rmore, she looked rather like an old friend from Secondary School, with her long dark hair which was tied back into a high pony tail, accompanied by pale, ashen skin.

Thinking nothing more of her, I turned my gaze back on to the floor at the opposite end of the room and noticed something else. Small, round, black eyes were accentuated by the midnight coloured darkness.
"What the hell is that!?" I thought aloud.

And running my eyes across the rest of the floor I realised the whole floor was covered in mice and rats of varying shapes and sizes. They were all feasting on bags of hay and sawdust which had apparently appeared out of nowhere and had been verociously ripped or chewed open its contents now decorating the navy blue carpet with hughes of yellows, browns and beige.

A scream tore from my lungs as I drew my legs up against my chest and wrapped my arms around them. Trying to draw as much defense from the position as possible. All the while my mum's voice echoed in my head like a memory, There's no point in hiding in a high up place, they could just climb up to get you.

The girl sat next to me didn't once react. She just stared. Out of everything in the room, she seemed to be the only one painted in the thickest of darkness.

Suddenly, I was back in the room with the computer I had been in earlier, sat in a crouching position near the bed as if I had been hiding behind it.

I slowly straightened my legs and began out of the door, meeting the mum of my sister's boyfriend on the landing.

"You can go grab something to eat, you know." She offered with a friendly smile.
"Oh, thank you. I was just about to." I replied, returning her smile.

Upon this short exchange of words I started down the stairs.

Thursday 9th April 2009
Sitting on the bedroom floor, I grasped the control pad firmly in my hand, engrossed in the game I was playing. Nevertheless, a friend and my sister interupted me by walking in front of the TV and requesting that we'd watch a DVD. Hiding my annoyance, I shifted into a more comfortable position.
"You'll have to watch it in the living room then, I'm using this TV." Came my noncomittal reply.

Plucking the DVD out of the cabinet on which the TV sat, my friend and sister left the room leaving me to play the game in peace.

Waking up in my bed, the wall I stared at looked practically normal, only the slight distorting blur giving the fact that I was still dreaming away. From prior experience and by reading up on the matter, I knew that being able to control myself while in a false awakening was difficult. But in spite of this, I decided to try and get up. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on staying in the dream and when I was certain I was ready, rolled out of my bed and landed, crouched on the floor.

I sat still to make sure I wouldn't lose control by acting too hastily. Gingerly, standing up, I concentrated on trying to fly, and slowly but surely, I began to steadily float upwards. Unfortunately my excitement at this was cut short, abruptly by the top bunk of the bunk bed which had hindered my path upwards. I was lodged underneath the top bunk and had immediately lost control.

Wednesday 8th April 2009
I was playing a computer game. I never saw myself but could hear myself --and my sister -- talking over it. I appeared to be playing as a male character wearing a white shirt with diagonal blue stripes trailing across it, accompanied by a pair of blue jeans.

Making the character walk over to a small rectangular pond with a fountain within it, music began playing. Despite my liking towards the song, my sister showed dislike towards my taste in music.

06.12.2010

Chased in the wild west (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A little group of people and me were on a long balcony of a high wooden house in a fort somewhere in the wild west.
We were chased and ran along the balcony. It was a dead end and the only way out were to jump to death or somehow manage it to climb down. I was the only one who was brave enough to climb. I jumped from roof to roof. I had a lot of luck, that I got it.
I rand outside of the fort into a forest. I saw a dark cave and hide in there, near the entrance.
I sah a big bear in the darkness walking around and I tried to be quiet.
Soon a chase came in and looked around. I waited until he moved away from the entrance and then run out into the forest again.

Tuesday 7th April 2009
Standing by a choppy sea with the tide threateningly striking the shoreline, myself and the rest of the students in college who study geography were standing by. Apparently simply engaging in idle chat.

The odd thing about this "beach" was the fact that it lacked sand, rather, it was just a cement ground with a few-and-far-between scattering of cobblestones breaking the monotonous gray with dull shades of purple. Behind us were ruins which were pearl white with shadings of a beautiful pastel purple. The pillars curled up into arches that stretched higher than anyone below could reach. Despite the fact that it was night and the sky was painted with prussain and ultramarine, nothing about these ruins appeared ominous, but calm.

I, however, wasn't talking to anyone. I stood alone and affixed my gaze to the ever advancing tide. Watching as the white foam surrounded the feet of the seemingly oblivious students. Nevertheless, snapping out of my trance, I turned and headed through the looming -- but not in any way menacing -- archway. I walked down a steep path which was surrounded by short-cut grass and at the bottom there, scattered around, were various ruins which were slumped towards the ground with smaller pillars pressed haphazardly against them; as if the slightest touch would send the pillars tumbling down the side of the cliff and into the sea. This was odd because it suggested that the whole area was surrounded by the sea.

I sat myself down on a slab of rock which protruded from the grassy surface and glanced into the sky. There I saw, flying in the air, a blimp that had been burst. But in spite of that, was flying quite normally through the night sky. Then stood at the top of the steep pathway was a group of my college friends who were still talking. I stood and started back up the path, the others leaving back through the arch before I reached the top.

I stopped.

I could see panicked students running away from the hostile waves which now beat onto the shore with incredible and relentless force. I turned on my heels and looked down at the ruins again and spotted a small flight of stairs leading down to somewhere. I can escape through there...

Suddenly, we were in an hotel. I stalked through the halls and into the bathroom which had a row of toilet cubicles inside. Stepping into one I began to adjust the green top I was wearing, convinced it didn't fit properly. Opening the cubicle door and staring into the mirror directly opposite, I kept tugging at the top.

Unhappy, I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom next door. It was in complete darkness except for the golden light which now seeped in though the crack of the ajar door. There were two beds, one of which was already occupied by someone, sleeping.

Following suit, I walked to the bed on the right of the one currently in use.


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[Fragment] Corrupt
Tuesday 7th April 2009
I was playing a game on the Gamecube and a message appeared saying that the memory card was "slowly being corrupted."
Unhappy about this, I suggested to my brother that we should quickly copy the data onto another memory card so we wouldn't lose it.

Monday 6th April 2009
A college friend was sleeping over at my house. After slipping on a pair white pyjamas and a matching housecoat, he slipped into bed and fell asleep.

Meanwhile I was on the PC browsing the internet.