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Dreams starts off with me having problems with my family. I felt something was off with myself as my head felt unusually active. And I felt unreasonably angry, I was arguing with my father and with my brother which escalated in to fight with him. As this happens I felt even more distraught and my head began to vibrate intensely. It got to the point that my entire body felt numb and weightless and I began to float upwards off the ground in a horizontal position about a few inches off the ground.

I remember screaming and making random sounds that I could not control. I look at the wall and could only see words that were affiliated with the bible. It said something about God and saw many symbols of satan. I then feel body back on the floor, I was standing. Every word that came out of my mouth was unintelligible. I sounded distorted and focus my intention on my brother. I had pick him up and hang him outside attempting to murder him by throwing him outside the window. My father and some other person that I have no knowledge of yelled for me to stop. I somehow gain enough control to violently toss my brother back on the room floor. My family look at me in confusion and my brother began to speak by saying he would never forgive me. I couldn't completely tell what was going on but was then finding myself leaving the house away from them.

I then eventually after the dream change began to show great signs of lucidity. I knew now that I had been dreaming but was still somewhat receptive to the feeling of fear. I went back to the old home I grew up in. I wanted to make sure that I had dreamt this and that it didn't happen in real life. I went to the old mirror and did the palm rc. Where my finger should go through my palm. I didn't several times while looking in the mirror but it wouldn't work. I began to feel sick to stomach. I knew that I was dreaming and that the dream must've not been working for the rc. I decided to wake up.

This dream once again occurred this morning, 23 August 2012. It contained some brief moments of lucidity, and was interruped when I woke up around 6 am.

We begin in a university classroom, which for some reason looks very much like a classroom in a high school or elementary school. I'm sitting in for a social studies class, on the political history of the United States or something, and in contrast to my regular courses I don't find this interesting - I find it VERY interesting. Most of my friends in my program have already left. The teacher continues an explanation. By 11 am (or is it 1 pm?), I'll be beginning my first day in Physics class. My phone rings.

The person hanging out outside appears to be me, but I can't really identify with this person, so maybe it's my alter-ego. For sanity purposes, I'll refer to this individual in the first person.

I'm doing an extreme sports stunt on a bike, not a skateboard. The scene shifts toward somewhere else. Suddenly, the police catch us, and we're denied permission to enter my next class.

I don't want to go with the cops, I think. Yet my phone prompts me to, and I enter the principal's office.

Somewhere along the line, I'm walking in a hallway on campus in what seems to be a big environment building. I suddenly realize that I'm dreaming, and begin to look around at the walls, the windows, and the students.

I drift in and out of consciousness, of sleep. The waking-life version of myself seems to be paralyzed, so I drift back into sleep, with much effort. The scene changes.

I'm in the principal's office, and a thought drifts into my mind. I think of writing these things down, to publish certain things on Twitter when I wake up, with codes B, C, and D. The D code refers to detention, while the B code is something later on in the alphabet. The D code says to the teacher:

"Am I in detention, or am I free to go?"

This is something that I picked up from a video showing how to deal with the police. Rule number one is be calm and don't be crass.

I'm given a list of options, from life in prison to one day free to whatever else. The best option, they say, is Baptism.

The official looks rather puzzled and pauses for a moment, but after a while says that I'm free to go. I remember the buildings on campus, but I never make it to my physics class.

At home, it seems that my dad has lesions on his neck, which look like cancerous lips protrouding from the base of the chin. We go to the doctor, and then suddenly I'm in this waiting room.

I remember a TV commercial about healthcare options. Even though I know trhat I'm lucid, I think it would be wrong to change the scenery while I'm walking through that hallway again. So I walk up to the reporter at the receptionist desk:

"Hi, I'm looking for healthcare options for my dad".

The reporter, who seems to be African-Canadian, shakes his head.

Flashback - in a dark cave dismantling something to the next level.

The doctor finds that the lesions are cancerous, but traditional chemotherapy would have done more harm than good. A new emerging field in medicine, nutshot oncology, has proven that these lesions are treatable by other methods.

Have a nice glass of glastnost!

Jail or Baptism?

On YouTube, the number of likes are hidden, but it's wavering around 50%. A certain scene is depicted, and the likes rise above the half-point mark when we win, and fall below when we lose. It shifts in a gyroscopic circular manner, like the Moon around the Earth around the Sun, and then the Moon will be flung away, pulling Earth-Moon out of its orbit.

"But the Moon has been around for four billion years!"

In high school, I send some people an email with facial icons for each of their respective profiles. For some reason, the guys' images are larger. I tell him not to skip class.

In social studies class we talk about "nutshot porn". That's gross.

As I walk outside my residence room in the morning, it's chilly. Yet, for whatever reason, my sweater is wet and damp.

I wake up early to go swimming.

This dream was mainly about trying new dream drugs. And the great place I started the search was at the school. (obvious)

05.07.2012
Dream drugs
I am walking down the road with some girl on a blue bike. I don't know where we are going, but she wants to show me something.
Since I take the time to notice my surroundings; a road, grass and a perfect blue heaven, I also take the time to wonder if I'm dreaming.
With a practiced hand I plug my nose. I can breath trough it.
Yes! Finally! I am filled with content. I finally caught a dream in the act. It was hard to believe first that I actually was dreaming, but in the end I didn't wanna deny it either. I had missed to many shots at being lucid.
Since I have no specific plan, I leave the girl and take another way. She follows me, so I decide to use the technique I found at Dreamviews.com: simply turn my back to the dream character and forget about their presence. And she disappeared - both from my focus and my dream.

The next thing I recall is being at my school, in the wardrobe. People are changing their outfits for a play they're having. I'm in it, so I write a note behind my ear to remember to change my clothes before the show; it might be fun. In the meantime, the drug issue returns. I try to figure out which person that is more likely be a drug dealer at my school. I suspected Ludde would know, but he would deny me it. I still went over to him, to ask for drugs.
He laughed at me. And this is the first time; I mean my very first time; I have used mind control in a dream character (DC). And it worked. He froze in his laughter, with a blank stare directed towards nothing. His mind felt empty, like a puppet I had stuck my hand into. He was under mine control.
Not to be mean, but he is not the most interesting person out there. And now that he was mentally handicapped, there was no way he could direct me to the dealer. So I let go and went out of the wardrobe. (strange - Ludde was in the girls' wardrobe..)
Outside, there is a hall with two large windows and gray walls. On a bench in the hall, flocked by students, sitting by a table was a guy in a cap. He seemed larger than the rest, and handed out things to certain people. I had found my drug dealer.
With victory in my lead, I went over to him and talked to him. I remember we said something about dope, and pills. Then I tried fishing out a 100 dollar bill from my pockey, but all I found was 2bucks. And I gave it to him.
He opened up a board, slipped the top lock aside and opened a set with many white round pills. He fingered out a large one, and gave it to me. Besides me, somebody else handed him 2 bucks, and he gave them another large white pill. Lucky me. Now I went out of the crowd, and took a look at the pill. It looked like nothing special. Almost a little like a pain killer. I also considered if it would do any damage on my rl pain, but quickly vanished the thought away. This was a dream, with no connection to my real life body. I lifted to pill to my mouth, and tipped it over to swallow it. I instantly felt comfortable, and a bit happier. As I walked towards the wardrobe, I also acted a bit goofier, and more open towards other (talking more).
I thought it was a shame though, that I hadn't taken LCD. I will never ever insert illegal drugs into my body in my real life. It ill ruin your brain. But in dreams drugs aren't real, but you get the effect. Or some of it. LCD would have been interesting to try.
In the wardrobe, people nagged about me having to hurry and blablah-. I barely got in to the show in time. At the show, I met a cool guy/ or became a cool guy. I still ain't sure. I think both; that I suddenly got a multiple personality disorder of some kind. I don't know his name, but being him was nice.
At the show we goofed and laughed around together, and thus the show was a failure.

The next thing I remember must be when we walked down the street. It was later in the day, and some girl had joined us. This time I think I were the guy, and a "friend" of "me-guy" had joined me, together with some girl. The girl seemed a bit like Andy, only more innocent and more "into" thing. She was cool.
I now remembered that this guy might carry some drugs, and popped the question.
"Sure" he said. He had understood I wanted LCD, and fished something out of his jacket pocket. I decided that I wouldn't take it if it was a needle attached to it, but luckily it was some orange fluid in a tiny bottle. I popped it open, and drank the contents. Instantly, I became a lot more goofy. A tingling sensation took place in my upper stomach area and I wondered if I'd feel this good and happy with my life as I woke up. (This is not the real life effects of LCD. Scary/happy hallucinations are the general effect. And off course a destroyed brain and empty wallet.)
I looked at life in such a bright perspective, as we went over to a grassy hill. The girl sat on top of something that felt and looked like a gigantic mushroom. The boy popped an idea. I was into it, but not the girl. She jumped off the mush and left us alone. I returned to the feminine form, and my friend went away, chasing the girl.
This time, I think I decided to give the whole drug thing a time-out. I could barely hear a mower in the distance and knew that the sound came from the real world. Some guys were cutting my meadow again. (turns out I was right: the guys were back when I woke up. They left the field of white flowers alone though, I am grateful they did.). Due to the drugs, I didn't care much more about it and continued down a path leading to a swimming pool. I tried to return to my guy form, without success. I felt that I might be waking up.
The next thing is a bit personal, so I'll leave that part to the blanks..

Other than that - there was a part of my dream where I was at a house. Erlends little brother showed up. At first I had thought it was Erlend, but I was wrong. He had hockey hair and liked to play Zelda with Erlends little sister. (E has no little brother. That is all from my imagination..)

Then I woke up! Glad because of my success ^^

I finally had enough recall to write about last night & day - that's right, it seems that my sleeping pattern has organically turned into biphasic. I don't mind, I've always been drawn to that kind of sleeping. I used to try polyphasing heavily back some time ago, but that didn't really succeed. Anyway, I'm still not fully satisfied with my recall. I remembered a lot, but for the most part it was just fragments. I'm going to write here the longest fragment.

Shootin' Cops
Date: January 10th, 2012
Lucid: No

I don't think I was in my own body in this dream, it was more like being in some charismatic dude's body. I don't know what I was searching, but I opened some kind of coffin and it tilted towards me, so that some stuff got all over me. It caused weird, tingling sensation in my body.

Then I transformed to our house's kitchen. There was some woman there. I told her about my sensations. She said that she needs to do something to me. She used an odd word that I didn't understand, so I can't exactly tell what she said. I feel that there was something supernatural going on there, like I've gotten some kind of curse over me from the coffin and she had to remove it.

She took my hand gently and held it and we had a beautiful, silent moment there. But it had to be ruined, obviously. The cops arrived to the house with their lights on and sirens howling.

Oh shit. My alter ego knew that he was in trouble. He stayed calm and picked up the lady. I was thinking like I was creating a plot twist, that "they must keep touching, or else whatever the woman was doing won't work." So on some level, I knew it wasn't real, but my brains wouldn't tell me what it was and I wasn't smart enough to realize it's a dream.

So now I was there carrying in the woman with my masculine alter ego body. I went to the back of the house and jumped out of the window with her, thinking that we'd could get away.

Not gonna happen. For some reason couple of police were laying on their backs in the backyard and got up immediately after I jumped down. They started firing at me. Brutal, they'll just fire at me despite me carrying an innocent civilian? Anyway I get a pistol from somewhere and start firing back. To my surprise I hit, and then I remember like I've read, that this guy is an excellent shooter. So it's a book now? Mkay...

After killing the first two cops the rest of them run behind me and keep firing towards me. Dream started fading, but I still remember that I wasn't hitting them anymore when the dream ended. I remember being frustrated, but not really scared - I still knew that it was something not real.

I was standing out of the door frame of a small-ish vehicle floating out in the middle of a lake. Two other people were with me, whom I didn't recognize but I knew they were my friends, one guy and one girl. I wasn't myself, for the most of the dream. I felt like a guy. My consciousness kept flickering back to myself, but for the most part I felt like I was a guy I know in real life named Shane.
The three of us were on a mission to meet someone - Satan. Images of magazine covers and internet articles flashed in my mind's eye with 'Satanism' and similar titles in big bold letters. I knew that the writers of those articles knew very little of their subject matter, that it was all just religious hype and media frenzy... but I knew. In fact I was on my way to meet the man right now.
I could see a small group of figures across the water, hovering above the surface, all in white tunics and slouchy pants pulled in at the ankles... like the style of clothing Indian men sometimes wear. He was among them, feigning unawareness of our approach. Suddenly my two partners had to use the bathroom. They didn't know whom we were approaching and thus weren't afraid, but they jumped out of the car and swam back to shore. I grit my teeth in disappointment that they had left me at the most inconvenient time. I couldn't fight Him alone, and he knew it, too. As soon as I took my eyes off of my friends' backs, I knew he was coming for me. Before I was all the way turned around to face him he was already hovering over the hood of my car - it was a blueish SUV, I think. My breath caught for a second... his grin and pitch-black eyes could freeze the blood, but... the rest of him...
He was bald and pale, with soft features, and the glowing white tunic only served to make him appear more harmless. He wasn't here to kill me. My male consciousness opened his mouth and began bad-mouthing the king of the underworld, causing me to mentally face-palm. As stupid as it was to use sarcasm against the man who was probably the inventor of hurtful language, I couldn't stop my alter-ego. Our opponent's grin turned sour at such disrespect; he and my alter-ego shared a heated conversation which I cannot recall, but then I knew it was time to stop this. His slight unamusement did not prevent his tunic from emitting an almost-blinding glow from the sunlight.
I ducked our body back into the car and began frantically shutting the doors and windows. It didn't help. I knew He could drown us in a second. He didn't though. Instead he forced the passenger-side window down without hardly a twitch of a muscle, and lowered himself to stare me in the eyes. My alter-ego broke loose with insults again, much to my displeasure. Lucifer's frown slowly turned upward and my heart began to thump against my chest. Suddenly the passenger side door (upon which I was leaning) flung open as Lucifer took a mid-air-step backwards. "Oops, your door is open," he chimed, in the most soothing, melodic male voice I have ever heard, and he floated away with a soft chuckle. Only then did the car begin to sink. I quickly crawled to the driver's side and opened the door. As I stood up to jump off, the water began to get wild and I could see my friends beginning to wade back to the car, too engulfed in conversation to notice the danger.
"Guys! Don't come any closer!" I called to them. They stopped, confused, as I jumped out and swam to them. I was surprised at how fast I could even though I usually can't swim at all. just as I had reached them and stood up to explain what had just happened, my male friend noticed our sinking car. He placed a rough hand on my head and dunked me under water again.
"THIS is for letting our car go to waste!" he growled at me as I struggles to get out of his grip. I was not afraid of drowning, but I became even more angry the longer he held me underwater. Finally he released me. I stood up and passed him to hide myself behind a building nearby on the beach.
Lucifer hadn't meant to kill me, though he could have in an instant, I reflected. But my friends had just deeply hurt me by not even giving me a chance to explain myself and blaming me after I had come so close to Death. I would just let them go back out to try to save the car, and let them face the same peril I had just escaped from. I would never speak to them again.

1/20/11

Really long lucid last night. I know that I only had 45 minutes left to sleep, yet the dream felt like it was around 2 or 3 hours. Time dilation was obviously involved.

1- I Attempt to Visit the Antechamber of Insanity
((There is a lot that happened prior to this point, in which I am non-lucid, but I can't recall what it is. Something about packing to go on some sort of vacation. I make a point of packing my laptop in case the hotel offers free internet. Somewhere along the line, I become lucid. I think of my goals, and decide to visit the Antechamber of Insanity. I wonder how to get there.... A portal might be useful, but there's no guarantee I can even make one, and I have limited time. Instead, I stand on a chair and climb through the ceiling (I've learned my lesson about flying headfirst into solid objects), willing myself to end up in the AoI.

When I pull myself through, I feel that I am on a wooden floor. However, it is too dark to see anything. "Does this mean my mind is filled with empty darkness?" I ask myself, half-jokingly. I think I sense Madison nearby, which is a good indication that I'm in the right place, but it doesn't count if I can't see. Madison tells me something, but I can't hear her.

Suddenly, I'm on a shelf above my future step-mother's kitchen, looking down on her and my dad while they're cooking. I feel like a ninja.

Jilda looks up and spots me, nearly dropping the pot she's holding and letting out a startled shriek. Without a word, I drop down and go outside.

As I'm walking, I pass by a dog that is in a cage, yelling at me. (Not barking, yelling.) Wanting to test out my dream control, I point to the dog and tell it to turn into a human. It changes from a quadruped to a biped, but retains all of it's dog-like features. Interesting. I tell the dog it's stupid for not being able to transform, and show it how easily I can turn into a wolf. I begin to run, forgetting about the dog and taking joy in being a wolf, when the dog (who is now completely human) jumps on me and starts attacking me.

I instantly turn back into a human as the dog boy painfully rips my stomach open. I feel blood begin to pour out of me. Angered, I pin the boy to the ground and start tearing at his throat and stomach. Although he is bleeding profusely, he's laughing as if this is just a play fight.

I stand up and examine my wound. It has already healed completely, but my stomach is still red with blood. I wipe it off...

...and have a false awakening. I am in the back of a truck with my dad and brother. We seem to be going on that same vacation from earlier in the dream. However, I begin to notice that some things are a bit... off. First I see some things that I KNOW were in my dream, then I see islands floating in the sky. It seems normal, but a part of me says that it's not.

I begin to read the signs as we pass, to see if they change or say strange things. A sign that should say "speed limit" instead reads "cookie monster." Okay, that's definitely not normal. I examine some billboards, and find that I'm having trouble reading them. That's strike two against reality; time to RC.

I become lucid with a nose pinch RC and exit the truck. I go off exploring, but most of that is lost in memory.

Non-lucid again. My brother is watching a video on YouTube. "What are you watching?" I ask.

"This really cool thing with Justin Bieber in it!" he exclaims and shows me.

"Justin Bieber?" I burst into laughter. "Why are you watching THAT?"

"'Cause he's a really awesome singer! Uhh... just don't tell anyone I told you that."

My mom walks up and I become lucid again. I am trying to prove to her that this is a dream, but even though I stick my finger through my palm she doesn't believe me. Stupid DC...

Later, yet ANOTHER false awakening. My brother is still going on about that Bieber kid. "I thought that was a dream," I mutter to myself, confused. I am contemplating telling my friends about his strange behavior, or saving it for when I need dirt on him.

11/30/10

1- A New Level of Narcissism
I seem to be a different person than my RL self, in an alternate life. A guy around my age is with me, an old friend who obviously wants to be more than "just friends." I am discussing a problem that has recently developed.

About a week previous, I split into two separate people. There are now two halves of me, and we act exactly alike in every way except one: She seems to have inherited the devious side of me, while I contain the more inhibited side. I fear whatever evil she is planning. Although we have grown inappropriately fond of each other, I worry that she will eventually kill me in whatever endeavor she is pursuing.

As I am discussing these concerns with my friend, I have a flashback of the day the split occurred. I see myself lying in bed, gripping my grandmother's severed head while tendrils of dark energy seep from my eyes and mouth. Once it recedes, I see myself and my friend go off into the woods to bury the head.

At the end of the dream, my double is embracing me from behind. I have another brief flashback (but one that I choose not to share. ) I ask her if she intends to kill me. "Is that what you've been worried about?" she asks in a somewhat soothing voice. I realize that, while I don't trust her, she will most likely spare my life.

Wow... That's a new one.

9/19/10

1- Evil Sophie
((First, an explanation. Sophie is another of my "alter ego" characters that I use for writing. No, I do not have dissociative identity disorder. ))

Sophie turns evil and wishes to join an order of evil magicians that we had read about in a book. She signs us up for a summer camp so she can kill some people. "Not my problem," I think, but upon arrival I realize that I will be the one to pay for her actions since she's using MY body. I forcibly regain control of my body and cast her out. She becomes a small white cat.

I pick her up and pet her, whispering things in her ear. "You look cute as a kitty," I giggle, and she bites my hand to express her annoyance. One of the camp girls asks if she can hold her. "No," I say, "this cat is rather unpleasant." As if to emphasize this, Sophie viciously bites my hand again.

I was going to attempt to pretend to be Sophie while at camp, but she had put HER age down, and no one is going to believe that I am 13. Instead I signed in as a late arrival and ended up sharing a cabin with a girl named Natalie. While I am asleep, Sophie takes on her human form and kills my poor roommate. I wake up shortly afterward. "Not my problem," I think once again, and have a brief conversation with Sophie as she is removing Natalie's bones from her body. Some of the things she is saying make me slightly uncomfortable, so I leave the room to have an early breakfast.

I am speaking to a boy named Roy (who Sophie intends to kill) about the language of the elves from Tolkien. Suddenly I realize that if I don't tell anyone that Sophie murdered Natalie, when I was clearly a witness, I will be considered and accomplice. Darn...

I tell the headmistress of the camp about Sophie's deeds. (In her human form, Sophie was a known camper, since she DID sign up.) Th lady doesn't seem very concerned, even when I tell her of Sophie's plans to kill Roy.

One of the other campers informs me that Sophie has put a "lunar microwave" (whatever that is) in the bathroom.

((Ahahaha! This dream is ironic, because Sophie is the LAST one of my characters I'd expect to turn evil. ))

9/13/10

1- The Split
A strange lady is after my alter ego... I get the notion that she's not entirely evil (as we share a somewhat humorous banter while she stalks us) but all the same she wants Madison dead. Somehow the two of us (Madison and I) end up splitting into two separate yet identical entities. Rather than kill us both, the lady tries to figure out which one is which. Until she does, the danger is over.

((Not very long, but I really enjoyed this dream.))