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10-10-11 Intentions were simple meeting up with people from the IOSDP (secretly targeting Katsuno, though he isn't the target till next Saturday =P).

“You a Wizard or a Witch boy!?”

I am put in a situation where I have to choose my professional progression path in the field of magic. There are two ways to go. The first is the wizard way, which involves evocation magic and direct energy channelling. The other is the Witch way, which relies more on potions, rituals and props though it is equally as powerful.

I am with someone that may be my parents and they may have been ghosts. I remember the male, which I believe to be my dad looking at me looking like a zombie with bright red eyes. I am walking amongst some streets that have a winter/autumn feel to them, it is quite cold. I leap up onto one of the buildings, defying gravity a bit using wizardry powers.

I get a simultaneous narration on what it will be like if I choose one profession or the other. It goes even further to explain that even beneath the two main categories there are further specialisation. One of these paths is that you have to work under conditions quite harsh and this is examplified by me receiving a strong cold wind in my face and I understand this to be the standard working condition of this particular path.

My POV shifts so I am not myself any more, rather I am now my dad or the zombie/ghost version of my dad at least. He/I sit down and I basically tell him that the windy conditions aren't the right choice and that we should be patient and wait for the right path.

There is more to this dream before this part though I don't remember much of it.

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The dream shifts to something else, though thematically there is still something about ghosts. In particular there is a guy who is creating a water slide attraction. He is a ghost himself and the nature of the water ride is that he takes people for a drive in a train underwater.

People who are in the train have their eyse at the surface level of the water so they can see for themselves what it is like to drive through water (!?). The dream might have awoken me slightly or at least increased my cortical tone, because I keep having these sensations of having various plants pulled over my eyes inside my eyelids, which is scary and very uncomfortable experience. (one of my biggest fears is having my eyes slashed by reeds).

There are two girls sitting down on a bench outside the lake where the water attraction is. They are eating sausages with a lot of ketchup and mustard while I am preparing an explanation on the water attraction. I go on to explain that the attraction has existed for about 3 years and it was tough in the beginning. The way it works has changed over time to the way it is now where the driver is underwater driving the train between two layers of ice.
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“Balloon/Free(Jet?) flight instructor stylez!!”

I am on a patch of land that looks quite fertile and green. It is surrounded on both sides by water. it is daytime.

I am a flight instructor having radio contact with a number of people who are trying to learn either balloon or free(Jet?) flying or a combination of the two.

Out in the field there is a crucial point where you have to have taken off before. Otherwise you will get stuck in two trees with branches crossing each other over the flight path we have to take. There is another instructor on my team who complain about this, seeing as there isn't a lot of runway to take off from before reaching this spot.

I rationalise that by throwing people out in the deep end they will become better pilots later on, though he doesn't really agree with this. I back this up with a particular psychological theory. He says a word, which I hear as Lenin, which I explain that he is not entirely incorrect about this as I am referring to Russian psychologists. He then starts laughing and explains that this wasn't the word he said.
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“Kaomea, Katsuno and an Airport”

I am walking through a street with a lot of people with various kinds of shops. Food, clothing and souvenir shops. The general feel is that the shops are put up for some kind of event and aren't there normally.

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I am walking through an airport terminal with Pil. There is something weird about the situation so I shout out for him to wait for me while I do a reality check. I look at my hand and I don't notice anything particularly different, I pull my thumb into the palm of my hand while I am looking at the back to see if I can make an additional thumb grow.

I can't do this and I shout out “Bah I can't even make an additional thumb grow”, but I still keep looking at my hand and all of a sudden I see that half of it disappears so I only have 3 fingers left.. like a turtle hand.

I spend quite a lot of time trying to calm myself down as I have a suspicion that a lot of my lucids end because of over excitement. So I am standing there looking at the surroundings. The terminal has quite a modern feel to it. The floors and general look of the place is rather metallic though the designers have also found some room for plants. It is fairly bright outside.

I then start working on my goals, but obviously my memory is not playing ball with my intentions. I start walking into the terminal while I shout out “Pil!” intending on finding Pil. Pil comes around the corner, but then I remember that he wasn't the guy I was supposed to meat up with, so I shout out for “Kaomea” and she also appears from around a corner. She looks younger and paler than her picture (and compared to how she has looked before) and seem to have quite a naïve expression on her face. I don't really have anything to say to her. She is all dressed in black.

Then I recall that it was Katsuno who signed up to be the mark for dream invasion, though I am cognizant of the fact that it isn't until next weekend I still shout out “Katsuno”.

I start walking out and jump up towards a sign to see if I can fly a bit, which I am not that successful with, though I don't really care. I continue walking out and there are a lot of plants intertwined with the industrial metallic look of the airport terminal.

At this point I ask Kaomea if she is actually Kaomea or just another DC, and she confess to being a dream character. I think I stop her before she runs off because I need to see her eyes. I have a suspicion that they are yellow, which could indicate that it is Mitzu playing up and they are, but I don't continue the conversation, also she doesn't really feel like Mitzu. Then I might have punched her in the face down an escalator.

I then find Katsuno who is a fairly tall Caucasian male with black hair, not really short, but not long either though it isn't spiked. He is dressed in clothes that would indicate that he is German, a tracksuit maybe(?) (think I primarily infer this because I know him to be German, rather than an objective attribute of his clothes).

Katsuno is talking to someone at the same time as he is walking, maybe another couple of walking with him. I Say “Katsuno”, but instead of responding to me he just keeps on talking to these other people. I get slightly annoyed with this and decide to not waste further energy getting his attention, but then he actually grabs me around the shoulders. I say “I am Dennis, we are dreaming together, this is the goal we are trying to achieve” he replies “yeah I know, I can't believe how vivid this is!”.

I am then walking outside and inside the terminal towards the exit there are some shops with yellow umbrellas over them, I believe they are 'Tuborg' umbrellas but I don't stop to check for sure. I continue walking outside.

Once outside I start thinking about the TOTM and recall that it has something to do about trick or treating. I want to do this at a private door, but I can't seem to find any amongst all the shops. So I look down one way of the street and expect there to be a private door behind me when I turn around. It doesn't really work, though I get the feeling that I won't have to walk far to find one.

Then my memory plays a trick on me and I recall that I have to do something with a shoe. So I walk up to one of the people at the shops and ask her to remove her shoe. She is wearing white priatey clothes and I kneel down to remove her shoe. However I think it might be difficult to get it off, but I mentally remind myself of not acting stupid putting barriers up for myself. So I end up getting off her shoe, it is a white shoe, and I put it on the muddy ground and then the shoe turns into 2D and I wake up, under the commentary of a narrator.
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“FA”

Unsure if I have a FA, but I recall attempting to WILD by making a dream manifest around me. I am not sure though if this memory is from waking or sleeping condition though I suspect this to precede the lucid from the airport.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign Thoughts

It's been a while. Remembered dreams pretty often, but not enough of them to make any sense of them.

Using powers at home dream

Don't remember much of this dream. Somewhat vivid, bad recall.

Don't remember anything of what happened until I was lucid. I was at home in the kitchen. My brother was going to bed. "Come back!" I said. He walked down the stairs. I kind of knew he was just a DC, but this was more fun. "Why?" He asked.

"You're dreaming."

His eyes lit up. We both made Harry Potter-style wands in our hands and did stuff. Don't remember what.

I did not remember my dream goals.

I woke up at 7:10 ish, went back to sleep, under the strange premonition from some other dream I had that night went to bed at 3AM. (I went to bed at a normal time that night lol)

Spooky dream

This dream is one of my darkest, scariest dreams. I have had it before, I swear I recognize it, whether I remembered it or not at the time. It is always dark as night and the ghost always gets me somehow. After I woke up for a while I was scared whenever I would open a door or turn a corner the ghost would be in front of me. This dream happened

As usual in most of my dreams, the beginning is fuzzy. I'm walking around in this... Place. How do I describe it? It is always black as night. Never day. The grass has a bluish green tint. It is a post-apocalyptic world of some sort. Most of the time, I'm in first person, but occasionally I'm in third person, like a video game. I have weapons and such. No one speaks my language until I do this power that shoots out blue light. on the ground. Anyone who stood on it spoke my language. I had to do it several times. I could also touch someone and

In third person perspective, I went into town. The dream switched to first person. Briefly, I saw a "ghost" pass by inside the tavern. It was this old person with a stubby top hat like in xckd, with a square head and a neutral face. It was an ethereal bright but transparent green color. He was not looking at me. As the ghost passed, he faded into view and out. it was a little weird, but did not scare me.

Someone I had to talk to was in the tavern. The tavern was dark. He was another adventurer type. I touched him so I could speak to him and then told him I needed him on a quest. We didn't know each other's names, nor did we need to. The culture of this place was like that.

Dreamskip. Still pitch black night. Me and him are getting horsemounts. We had found a bunch of horses in the wild. Each horse has its own symbol type thing and that gives it its own special abilities. The symbol glows on the horse's back. We have to use up "loyalty" points to make the horses loyal to us. We put our hands next to the horse we wanted's head and shiny green snakelike ribbions shot out of our hands into the horse. Those green things were loyalty points. Now we could ride it. We started riding. It was crazy but fun. The horses were really fast. We rode through a dark forest. The ghost "passed" again, this time looking straight at me with a frown on his face. A surge of fear bolted down my body. "Did you see that? I asked."

"See what?" he replied. "Nevermind..." We almost got to our goal: Kings Dominion. It was overrun with bushes and trees. One of the coasters collapsed in the distance. I could see the Eiffel Tower to the right. One of the coasters was straight above us, completely on fire. It briefly lit up the ground as we kept going. We crawled into one of the coasters. The adventurer guy was ahead of me. We followed the track, over to the side. I saw the ghost again frowning at me, almost to the point of being angry, fading into and out of view as it glided along the track to my left. I was really scared at this point. It was cramped. He crawled through a little hole the track went through. I followed. Once I got into the hole, I looked ahead.

I couldn't see him.

"Where are you?" I asked. "Over here, said his voice. It sounded a little strange. I looked behind me. It was the ghost man, gliding along the tracks, straight at me, wearing a sinister, evil smile on his face. I heard my adventurer partner's voice screaming inside the ghost's evil laugh as he sped towards me.

I woke up in extreme fear. I immediately checked if I was dreaming. Negative. I usually forget to do that.

Almost caught up to my present dreams.

I know I had many dreams this night, but I could hardly remember any of them, and I woke up feeling rather unsettled after each one.
Here is the only part of a dream which I can recall.

I was crouched down in a bright room, on top of some bunk bed similar to that which I had in my previous dorm room. Then it turns out I was in some museum, and the bunk bed was now a hard, white ledge. Suddenly a ghost fazed up through the ledge with a moan, and I was so startled that I kicked out at it (my feet went right through it) and screamed, but the only way to get away from it was to go through it. I didn't though; we just stared at each other. I could only see its torso, but it was the bloodied ghost of a Japanese man in a military suit. He had no eyes, but his eye sockets were larger than normal, and black, empty space. It seemed he stared at me for a long time with his eyeless gaze, and I got the feeling he simply wanted me to know his anger and his pain, his torture.

Some time later I was with my twin sister Frankie and Sean; Sean was sort of off to the side, not really listening while I told Frankie about what I had seen.
"You kicked it good, straight in the eyeballs!" she said, so loud and clear that I nearly woke up. "Yeah, that one has a pathetic moan," she said as if she had worked in that place for a long time and knew of all the ghosts there. I think she felt sorry for this particular one.

I was at some sort of casino type of thing, and it was full, my friends and family were there too. Anyway so i see my cat (that died a few months ago) and im so excited to see it because it should be dead.. so i run up to it and im hugging it and so excited.. but no one else can see it except for me and my sister.. So i came to the conclusion that its my cats ghost. But either way i was happy to have it back for a little while.

Good morning, everybody.

Dragon #1

It was black night. I was walking to a cafe, probably because I thought I was going to meet some friends there, in particular my old friend ML. I may actually have known ML was going to be at the cafe, though he hadn't invited me. I may have decided to show up at the cafe, in spite of his not inviting me, just so he'd know I knew.

I was in some small shopping plaza, possibly at the edge of a smallish residential area in a suburban town. The shopping plaza was three stories tall. It was a series of buildings, kind of like office buildings. The shops were all connected to each other by outdoor balconies. I stood between the buildings in a big, concrte courtyard. I felt like the cafe was in the basement level of one of these buildings.

I may then have been out by a bridge, somewhere near the banks of a river. I was working on some kind of box, like an electrical box attached to some kind of short, stout, concrete pole. The "box" may have been something more like a simple switch. The switch may have been in decent condition, but the metal base around the switch may have been really rusty. I may have heard some weird, whistling sound, which may have frightened me.

I was in some room, probably with three other people. The room we were in felt a little like a living room. But the room was so big and empty and cold-feeling that it seemed more like some kind of business room. There was a huge window-wall looking out on the black night.

One of the three other people was an older man, probably dressed nicely. He was like a boss to the rest of us. Another was a woman, about my age (early 30s), dressed like a business woman. The third person was probably a man.

The boss told us something we should get started working on. But he told us, as he seemed to be leaving the room, that we should avoid going down to the bridge. The man now seemed to be touching a glass case, trying to get an electric reaction out of something else in the case.

The man told us that certain monitoring equipment was picking up a strange noise down there. The noise, the man told us (although I heard it at the same time) was like a phone picking up, with a conversation way in the distance. But the noise would soon turn to a shrill buzzing. This kind of noise indicated ghost activity, though I don't think the man said this directly.

I suddenly remembered my own experience near the bridge. I didn't tell the man about it. Instead, I tried to question the man more on the characteristics of the sound. I got a little more info from the man.

The person who had had the ghost experience was now a woman. After hearing the info regarding the ghost bridge, the woman seemed to have become distracted and dazed. The man had told the other people to keep the woman from going to the bridge. But the woman was definitely going to try to go back.

At first it seemed like the people were all staying in different cabins in some kind of wildnerness area. The woman snuck away from her cabin without anybody noticing. She was running down through a well-manicured but large garden area and down to the bridge. She wore a Victorian-style dress, probably white on top and pale, sea-blue on the skirt. She also had red hair, done up and back in a round, Victorian style.

Now it was like all the people were staying in one big mansion. But the woman had escaped the mansion. She was riding a bike on a garden path between two rows of very tall, euonymus-type shrubs. At one point, she turned a corner. As soon as she turned the corner, a man, also dressed in Victorian clothing, stood up and began pursuing the woman.

The man knew what path the woman was taking. He also knew paths he could take as shortcuts, so that he could cut the woman off, even though she was on a bike and he was on foot. There was water somewhere, coming from something like a fountain or a lawn sprinkler.

The woman was riding through a section of path with the hedges so thick on either side that she couldn't see anything else. Suddenly the man grabbed the woman from behind. He pulled her off her bike, spun her around, and embraced her. The man acted like he was in love with the woman -- maybe he was. The woman and the man embraced and kissed.

The man and woman were now in a bedroom. But now the man was a woman. The two women were kissing, and it looked like they were going to end up in bed together. But the first woman broke free of the second woman. She took on a dazed kind of attitude again and said that she had to go away. It was pretty obvious that she was going to try togo to the ghost bridge, though she may not have said it.

The second woman lay down in bed. She was partly frustrated that she hadn't gotten to have sex with the first woman. But she was also frustrated that she hadn't been able to keep the woman from trying to go back to the ghost bridge.

The second woman now pulled a hood over her head. (The second woman also had red hair, though her hair was darker than the first woman's hair.) The woman wore a pale sea-blue nightgown. The hood was a part of the gown. But it was a wizard's hood. The woman said something like, "We'll see about that girl! She thinks she can just go like that when she's been kept from the place. I'll pay her back for acting that way."

The second woman lay her head on her pillow. It looked like she was going to fall asleep. But I felt like she was going to try and perform some kind of magic action against the first woman.

I now sat in a cafe, which was more like a waiting area in some place like a college or a hospital. It was like the ghost bridge incidents had been from a movie I'd been watching, and that I had just now been deep in a reverie regarding the memories of that movie. I had also remembered some background tune from the movie, and I was humming it to myself.

I sat on the arm of an orange, thickly cushioned chair. I was looking out a big window, to some lawny area like in a city park. It was daytime, and the light was bright grey outside. A skinny, young, black man sat at a picnic bench near the window. I knew the man was following me. He couldn't come into the cafe for some reason or another. So he had to wait outside for me.

I was kind of sick of being followed around by this guy, and I was wishing there was some way I could stop him. But I also seemed to be really preoccupied with the imagery of the ghost bridge "movie."

Somebody else in the "cafe" started brashly humming a terribly out of key tune. It suddenly drew attention to the fact that I was still humming the background music from the ghost bridge "movie." I stopped huming as soon as I realized that I'd been humming loud enough for other people to hear.

I sat there silently, still staring out the window, though I couldn't see out the window very well anymore. My focus was more on the man, who kept humming horribly out of key.

I looked to my left, to the man, who sat in a chair, reading a newspaper. The man was old, from some Latin-European country, I guessed. He wore an orange polo shirt. He was short, and he was good looking, but he also looked kind of mean and rude. Another old man was sitting at the end of a couch, directly to the first old man's right. This man was a little taller, pale skinned, a little overweight, and bald.

I looked away from the old men. I figured that now that I'd stopped humming, the man would also stop humming. But he only began to hum even louder! I was like he was trying to annoy me, rather than trying to say anything about how I'd been humming too loud. I was getting kind of mad, because the guy just kept humming louder and louder and more and more off key.

But, finally, the second old man said, "Look! You don't like it when people do things like that? Then don't do those kinds of things yourself!"

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream started in my house. I was in the hallway of the second floor, but one side of this hallway wasn't walled-off, and instead it had a half-wall that overlooked the first floor, which went out from underneath it for another ten feet or so. The walls were beige and the half-wall was topped off with a smooth, rounded section of dark wood. The floors, as they've always been, were hardwood. The first floor must have been twenty feet tall, judging from how high up the second one was.

I was standing up against the half-wall, with my elbows resting on with wood on top. I wanted to leave the house but I knew my dad wouldn't let me; he was in an irritable mood. The tall wall I was facing had a large, vertical rectangular window made of one solid pane of glass. If you were to look below the window, you'd see the front door of the house. It was a set of white double doors with brass doorknobs. I peered over the wall to look down at them; it was fairly dark in the house though, because the lighting was dimmed. Light was coming from a room to the right on the first floor, on the wall adjacent to the one with the door, though. My dad was in that room.

I looked out through the big window and it was clearly nighttime; the sky was pitch-black. The only thing I could see were distant street lights. I did see a two-lane road right in front of my house going perpendicular to it, but that's because it was right near the house.

The dream skipped and I was now downstairs, right in front of the door. Right there, I became lucid. Wanting to avoid a possible scrap with my dad (because the dream had a slightly dark air to it), I called out to him; I sort of knew he was still in the room to the right. The light was still on, too, letting a flood of yellow into the main room, the one I was in.

"Dad," I said, "I'm leaving now! I'll be back in a bit."

I expected him to oblige and simply say 'alright', but that didn't happen. Moments later, I prepared to open the door and summon the indoor "arrivals" terminal of an airport, and that was when I felt an invisible hand on my shoulder. I didn't summon this hand; I'd simply forgotten all about my dad, but the dream obviously had other ideas. The hand freaked me out slightly but I shoved it off, saying, "dad, this is a dream and you have no business doing that. Get lost." I kept my cool because I was aware enough that I was dreaming, and that nothing could hurt me.

"You're not leaving!" I heard him shout from the other room; his voice sounded hollow but not echoey at all. I gathered up my visualizations again and was about to open the door, when the floor gave way. It split in two, and I could hear the hardwood snap as I plunged right-side up into blackness.

Okay, so I was pretty much totally unnerved now, but I still managed to keep my charade going. "What did I say?" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes as I fell down through the blackness. I crossed my arms. "Put me back, NOW!"

The lack of visual input must have been what caused the dream to end.

08/04/2011 Thursday morning



***I remember dreaming in a dream, maybe lucid dreaming in a dream…

Dream 1 – (early in the night I think) I was in “my grandmother’s room” (IWL never seen before). A bed was to my right. Something about having a blanket that I was holding all four corners of, and the “ghost” (was like an unseen force) had filled the blanket and was pulling me up, over the bed. I was fighting it to bring it back down and not get pulled away. I managed to do that, and was back on the bed…something about a small stack of books on the bed.

I moved around maybe, and discovered that D was under the covers trying to sleep. I apologized or felt bad, that I had all that going on over him while he was in bed. There was more, that’s all I remember.

Dream 2 – I was sitting on what I thought was a bus, seemed like Seattle, with rows of people in front, behind and to my right. A couple of guys were on my right, and I watched one of them pull a didgeridoo out of a cover, while inserting a cardboard tube (like a wrapping paper tube) into the center of it. I was wondering why he was doing that, and he cut and spread the bottom of the tube in the bottom of the didj. I thought that he was doing that so someone else could play and not get their spit all in his didj.

One of them began playing, and a window like a puppet theater opened in front of us. “They” were putting on an “art” show for us on the bus. I wondered if we were moving, and if everyone was okay with just waiting on the bus and if anyone was concerned about being on time.

I noticed at some point that the seats were now more like chairs, like the sort of egg-shaped melamine chairs with metal legs.

The show was a couple of guys showing various things. At first I saw them show a couple of big mushrooms, that looked like paper mache. Then some crazy visuals, I remember in particular a big copier spinning around behind the guy, as some kind of filler until the rest of the show was ready.

Someone said something like, “You don’t have your line ready yet?” and a woman scrambled to get her part of the show ready. Then I was behind the scenes, and whatever got plugged in, and there was something like a doctor’s examine table in front of me, and three women who were maybe not real, made of plastic-like stuff, somersaulted from and over the examine table and skipped off to my right. I think one was hot pink, one was cyan, and one was yellow.

This was a weird dream. We were in my house, which was laid out almost exactly the same on the inside, however outside was different (although, still similar). Rather than being the corner house, we were in the middle of the block. Also, rather than being on our street we were on a different street, directly in front of the elementary school a few blocks away.

The dream (really, a nightmare) featured an evil spirit that took the form of a white moth. It was quite insistent we not live in the house, and did everything it could to get us out. At one point we left the house, and a giant tree (while large trees are common in my neighborhood and we have one in our yard, this one was excessively so) got shaken so hard a large branch fell almost hitting us, crushing the chain wire fence before rolling into the road. I’m rather sketchy on all the details, but this is the best I am able to remember them.
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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was watching my oldest nephew playing a 3D version of Pac-Man. The view was almost like the old version of Gauntlet, where you could see thed action from above. The maze seemed to be made out of blue bricks, with a slightly darker blue stone floor. The corridors were full of pellets -- not just a line of pellets, but tons of pellets throughout the corridors.

Pac-Man was a kind of small, yellow sphere that wobbled all over the place. Pac-Man almost seemed as small as the large power pellets. The ghosts were also small. I watched Pac-Man eat a couple of ghosts early on in the game. Something about the view at that point reminds me very much of the old arcade version of Pac-Man.

After Pac-Man ate the three ghosts, he ended up getting chased by a number of other ghosts. He very narrowly escaped getting caught by a ghost. I'd even thought he had gotten killed. He then meandered through a few curves, then along the top of the maze.

Finally, Pac-Man went down a long, straight corridor. First, the corridor was just stuffed with pellets. Then it was stuffed with both pellets and ghosts. The ghosts stood still, just like the pellets. The ghosts were big, too. They were almost like statues.

Pac-Man could move past them, even touch them. He only had to make sure he didn't get their attention somehow. If he did, they'd come alive. Then he'd either have to evade or fight them.

At the very end of the corridor, things kind of emptied out. But Pac-Man found two ghosts. Both ghosts were blue (maybe all the ghosts in this long corridor had been blue). These two ghosts were Pac-Man's friends. One seemed to have a French-sounding name. Another seemed to have a Japanese-sounding name. They both spoke to Pac-Man with kind of high, digitized voices -- kind of like Robocon, telling Pac-Man they'd defend him.

An enemy suddenly appeared. It was kind of small, maybe as big as or a little bigger than Pac-Man. It appeared to be a ghost or spirit wearing armor. The body looked like a normal body. But the head had huge horns (also armored) coming out the sides. The armor was bone-white. The enemy looked a little like an enemy in an original Nintendo game, like Ghosts 'N Goblins.

Pac-Man shot the ghost with some kind of jelly-sphere bullets. The enemy may have touched Pac-Man's ghost friends, causing them to turn transparent. Eventually, Pac-Man defeated the enemy. He now got to advance to the next level.

The next screen looked like a blue mansion in a dark blue night. The mansion looked run down. It was probably a haunted mansion. The view closed in on the balcony of the mansion.

Something happened, and my nephew explained it to me. He said that Pac-Man had been something in his first life and something else in his third life. It was like Pac-Man was in his second life right now. He needed to come here to either fulfill or change something in his second life so the destinies of his first and third lives would be okay.

Dream #2

There were two different princes in two separate kingdoms. The two princes seemed to be living in medieval Europe. Thed two princes may have known each other. They had both gotten in trouble in very similar ways, and they were both getting to a point in their lives where if they didn't change soon, they'd never be able to live up to their full potential.

The mother of the first prince explained the prince's situation to him. The mother and the prince were in the prince's room. The mother was brutally frank with the boy, who was probably in his late teens. The mother then left the room.

The second mother was now in the second prince's room. This prince wore a strange, big, puffy headdress, like fortune tellers or genies in movies sometimes wear. The headdress had alternating strips of black satin and multi-colored, possibly flower-printed satin.

The second mother and second prince were almost joking with each other about what a mess the second prince had made of things. But the mother then got serious. She told the boy he really needed to change his life before it was too late. She also said something like she would discuss what she meant in more detail later. She then left the room.

The boy's father walked into the room. He was Billy Dee Williams. But he acted very feminine, and he may have been a little skinny. He may also have been wearing a tight, black sweater and tight, black pants, like a modern dancer, completely out of character with this medieval setting.

The father seemed to be in love with his son like a woman would be in loved with a man. He got really close to the boy, almost as if to kiss him, and asked the boy what it was that got him in trouble, and what the mother had told the boy. But the boy couldn't quite say what the mother had said. He was actually waiting for the more serious discussion she'd have with him.

Wed morning 06/28/2011

120mg lithium
1 Natra sleep
250mg choline

My mother gave Toni and me each windchimes. I held mine up close to my face, saw that it was blue, and it was weird dreamlike all I could see until I moved it away from my face, and then I could see that the top of it was a light blue pac-man ghost with a glass shard hanging from it in the middle of the chimes nearly the same color about the length and breadth of my forearm. I don’t remember what Toni’s was.

There was also something about flying a flag, that I can sort of see in my mind and it wasn’t really a flag...and my mom gave me some clothes that were too big that I thanked her for, and Toni was saying how if they were ...some kind of particular size, (the right size) then I’d be even happier and somehow as she was talking it was like the clothes in my hands were changing to the right size and also changing into capri jeans that I like.

Dream #1 of the Night:
I am up in bed reading at around 1:00AM. Suddenly I hear the front door in my house open and slam shut. I am terrified and begin to scan my room for a weapon but I can't find one and settle on using a sharp pencil on my bedside table. I open my bedroom door and see a young boy sitting Indian style in the hallway. I am taken aback and attempt to stab the palm of his hand. This doesn't hurt him. I notice he is fiddling with a pencil himself. I realize that he is glowing slightly blue and I now understand that he is a ghost and become frightened again. I quickly start asking hi)m questions without giving him time to answer until I come to my last question, "are you a good guy or a bad guy?" He looks at me, reluctant to answer. I am uneasy knowing that he looks so reluctant, so I shout to my parents to help me yell and him to get out of the house and never return. I look back and he is gone.
(I woke up after this, I consider this dream a nightmare as I am frightened of ghosts, especially ghosts of children.)

Dream #2 of the Night:
I go to my ex's house, "N," to collect some of my things. I have so many things there that it is taking me a long time to get them all together. Without notice, people start to show up and Nate whispers to me to hurry up before I embarrass him. People keep showing up and we start to have a party with a lot of smoking. I try to play a game of cards with N and a few others but the game never starts. Later, I go outside and see little boys all around my car. The were out to get me and had placed a bunch of empty juice containers on my car to somehow "get to me." I shoo them away. Even later, the party is over and I am still at N's, kneeling over a dying man. He doesn't want my help so I do the best I can to help anyway and call "Dr. Quantum" to come to the house and tend to the man. When the Dr. shows up and the dying man realizes it is Dr. Quantum, he is suddenly better and stands up. He proceeds to rant to Dr. Quantum about how the doctor owes him money.

In another haunted house, but I'm there with a baby girl. The address said that this place was an esthetics boutique. At first the ghosts are subtle and almost gentle, touching my hair lightly. Upstairs we are submitted to various attacks, from gentle to violent. One bathroom has a lot of "loot" in it, so I collect some large gems, hiding them in my clothes.

There are some old journals that the ghosts have written, so we read some of them and look at some of the old pictures in them. We talk with some of the ghosts and try to console them. One of the ghosts is interested in machines and he tries to "cen" my baby (I have no idea what that means), but I don't allow it.

As we are on our way out of the house, one of the ghosts tries to push me down the stairs. I get a sudden sense that that is what happened to her, how she died, and I feel sorry for her even though she tried to kill me. I notice a raven that is sitting quietly in the room observing us.

April 30, 2011
Lucid Dream 224: The Best Kind of Slushie
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 7
DILD
around 3:00pm



I was sitting in my living room and I thought that I saw a vacant chair move on its own. I stared at it for a moment and determined that my eyes were playing tricks on me. I stood up and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the chair slide out of my vision. I quickly turned my head and saw the chair sliding down the hallway. I freaked out a little and thought I was being haunted. I heard a dog barking outside of my front door. I turned around and saw a black demon-like dog. I took off running for my gun. I grabbed it, turned, and shot the dog between the eyes as it was leaping toward me. The dog crumbled at my feet. I thought, "Wait a second...a bullet can't kill a demon-dog." I kicked the dead dog a few times, but it didn't move. I thought about the events that had just occurred and suspected I was dreaming. I performed a nose pinch RC to confirm.

Several more demon dogs had entered the house, but I ignored them. I dove headfirst through the sliding glass door and took flight. I flew over a couple mountains and picked up some massive speed. I found myself flying over a highway. No matter which direction I flew, I couldn't get away from the highway. Knowing I wasn't going to make it anywhere, I decided to get some help from a DC. I landed beside the road, stuck out my thumb, and began hitchhiking. The first vehicle that passed just stared at me and never slowed. I wanted to attack him, but I decided not to. Another car approached and I could see them slowing down. It was an SUV. They stopped and the passenger opened the door. It was an older lady in her 50s and the driver appeared to be her husband. She told me to get in the front seat with her. I jumped in and said, "You guys are on your way to the party aren't you?" The nodded and the woman immediately began unzipping my pants. I figured, "F*** it," and I let the older lady suck me dry. During this I had a false awakening.

I woke up in the back seat of my car. I immediately knew I was still dreaming and was surprised at the strange location for my false awakening. I melted through the front windshield and took flight. I flew for a bit until I saw a lake below. I put my arms tight to my side and began to free fall. I landed beside the lake and noticed that there were college students partying all around the lake. There was a large building off to the side of the lake. I entered the building and found myself in a gymnasium. There seemed to be some sort of fencing competition going on. I walked through the gym and exited the other side into a hallway. A random DC walked up to me and said, "Hey Zack! You were going to get a slushie weren't you?" I was a bit taken back, but I said, "Sure..." I then followed this DC to the slushie stand.

Once we got there I decided to make it interesting. I'm not sure what the DC ordered, but I stepped to the counter and said, "I would like the Psilocybin Slushie." The girl at the counter made my slushie with grounded up shrooms. It was red and I immediately began drinking it. It tasted like a normal slushie. I followed the DC and we arrived at a set of bleachers. I sat down and finished off my slushie. A few moments later I started tripping balls. Everything around me looked like th movie waking life. I could hear the tune of "Nuthin But a G Thang" playing inside my head. It felt like my head was actually a music box and my ear was slowly rotating around like the handle (of a music box).

There was an attractive chick in a cheerleader outfit sitting in front of me. I placed my hands on her shoulders and she leaned back against me. I bent my head down and began kissing her and rubbing her thighs. I ran my hand up her skirt and began rubbing on her. She started moaning a little and then started singing a strange song about cocks. I can no longer remember the words, but it was quite amusing. I unzipped my pants, and she sat on me. I awoke from the dream as I was pounding her from the bottom, reverse cowboy style.

Series Details
Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! WBTB's are damn hard when you're exhausted. I woke up six hours into sleep and intended to WBTB. I think I managed to stay up for around a minute before I went back to sleep and had a few dreams. Woke up again and did some mantras, which resulted in me getting lucid in a pretty cool way. Second time ever I get a Dream Induced Wild Induced Lucid Dream. Or whatever you want to call it.

23.00: Sleep

05.10: WBTB 5 minutes

09.00: Fragment
*I'm playing World of Warcraft with my friend Jonas.

09.00: Carcrash becomes nightmareish
I'm at a cabin far from my home town. Me and my friends have been partying with alot of other people, and we want to get out of there. There's seven of us total, and the cab driver pulls up. "I will not take more than three" he tells me. "Why not?!" I ask him. I'm so pissed. We will need to get three cars then, it's going to be very expensive. He gives me a bullshit reason. "Give me one logical reason, anything that makes sense". He tells me something I can't remember, but I don't accept it.

My friend Eric's brother comes out of the cabin. He starts arguing with Eric. Now we're nine who needs a ride. I get in the cab anyways with three more, including my coworker Kimmo. The cab goes in the wrong direction. Alot of cars are heading towards the other direction. "There's alot of cars going home from town at the moment" the cab driver says. I figure this is another way to Stockholm and just sit back.

I'm in the middle seat in the back, and suddenly we slow down. There's a white van coming towards us up ahead. "He'll move" I say. We're not going more than 10/kmh and the van up ahead is closing in fast. A second before impact I close my eyes, and our car is thrown back violently. I hold on for dear life and try to push my body against the seat to minimize whiplash. The car starts flipping. I'm not hurt all. "This is like a roller coaster haha!" I manage to say with force. The car stops upside down. "Is everyone okay?" I ask. They all say yes.

We crawl out of the car and I cough some. I take a look around. We're infront of an old house. Instead of doors and windows are pitch black holes. It's got an eerie feeling to it, and I spot something infront of the door. A grill with vegetables and sausages. It's still sizzling, which means someone is around here. "Hello?!" I shout. No answer. I enter the door but quickly go back out again.



Dream skips. I'm once again infront of the house, but this time it has windows and doors. I'm with a bunch of kids and my coworker Niclas. I spot movement in the window on the second floor, I also hear laughter. We all enter the house and Niclas takes a right, I check out a few rooms on the first floor. I get a weird feeling from this place. I follow the others and arrive in a huge room, with a staircase going along the walls upwards. I run the stairs, the kids are laughing for some reason and I can hear Niclas whistling. "Nicke! Where are you?!". I reach the top and realise most kids have disappeared. And my coworker is nowhere to be seen. Five or six kids are left on the top, and they're disappearing one at a time. "Let's go! We have to get out of here" I say and start running down the stairs. An eye appears in the corner of my eye all of a sudden. It's green but quickly turns into blue, then brown. It's the eyes of all the kids who have been taken so far.

09.00: Ice cream time! D-WILD
I wake up in the same house. I'm on a hard school chair and next to me is a guy with a thin moustache. He takes two metal screws and fastens them on his armrest. "Two now, you better step up" he tells me with an evil smile. I haven't gotten lucid yet, no way I'm letting him beat me. I lay back and relax, it's kinda hard since the chair is digging into my hip. Perhaps I should WILD...

I'm standing on a street leading into town square in my home town. I start running and force myself to go faster with every step. Soon I'm running faster than a car, awesome! I jump and start gliding, but I can't maintain the height and I scrape my stomach on the ground. I don't slow down though and I fly a few feet above the ground. The town square is up ahead, and I intend to fly into it. I try to imagine an invisible ramp I can take off on, but I fail.

I stop flying and run and jump the last bit. I enter town square, and there's people everywhere. To fly I have to jump and fly straight up first, and I make a few mini jumps before I'm airborn. I fly straight up and then in circles. I remember that I usually wake up when flying and I start rubbing my hands. I fall for a second. My hands are needed for flying it seems, but I force myself to be able to anyways and soon I can do it. I keep on rubbing my hands and look at them, pale with four fingers.

I get tired of flying and let myself fall. I land on the roof of a grocery store, denting the metal beneath. I jump down onto the ground and enter the store. There's people everywhere here aswell, but I just jump over them and start walking through the store. I wonder if I should teleport... Nah, the hard chair I'm sleeping on will probably make me lose the dream. I almost lose the dream, but I manage to stabilize it by rubbing my hands and focusing on my senses.

I arrive at the fruit stands, but instead of fruit I see rows and rows of ice cream in buckets. Different flavours, except vanilla.



I want that. "The vanilla is all the way in the back" a store clerk woman says. I start walking towards the back of the store. A guy in a wheelchair digs out a few buckets of vanilla from the back of the freezer. I grab one and bring out a spoon from nowhere. I take a big scoop and put it in my mouth. It tastes great. I scoop out a huge chunk and realise there's no way for me to put it all in my mouth.

I imagine my mouth being twice as big, and I eat it all up. There are other flavours infront of me and I run the spoon over all of them, combining them. Gorging oneself on ice cream is wicked. I eat the combo and take a last scoop before heading towards the candy. I reach the stand and dip my ice cream into the jelly hearts and then the pralines. Like huge sprinkles!



09.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I woke up from the lucid, lying on my back. My drool was almost making me choke and I had to swallow alot of it. Might have been why I woke up.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

April 17, 2011
Lucid Dream 219: The Bears' BBQ
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 11
DILD
around 9:00am



I am sitting in the living room and my dad is there with me. The power flickers on and off several times. It is night time and a thunderstorm is raging outside. I kept getting weird feelings like something was watching us. I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water and I looked out into the nearby hallway. It was pretty dark and I couldn't notice anything at first. I suudenly saw the outline of what looked like a small person. I felt the fear jolt into my chest and I just reacted. I took off running after it. The silhouette of the munchkin took off running away from me and entered my room. I went in after it and saw it trying to hide behind several things in my room. I managed to grasp the munchkin, but I heard an evil laugh and it turn to smoke in my hand.

I was officially freaked out, so I returned to the living room. My cat walked in the room and under my feet. An identical cat walked in right after her. I thought, "I know I don't have two cats...what is going on here?" I looked and noticed the imposter cat right away. Here eyes were the same color unlike my actual cat. I heard a slam behind me and a dog had slammed into the sliding glass door. I walked up to the glass and the dogs head penetrated right through the glass like a ghost and was snapping at me and the cat. I was getting freaked out because I knew this was some sort of hardcore haunting. I thought, "Man this can't be real." I mindlessly raised my hand up and performed a nose pinch RC. I was, in fact, dreaming.

I thought, "Oh thank goodness!" I felt some massive relief and looked at my dad and said, "Don't worry, its just a dream." I ignored the random ghosts that had popped into the room and dove through the sliding glass door. I took flight. I flew over several mountains and was just looking for anything interesting. I flew over a small village and noticed that there was a trap door right in the middle of town. I landed to investigate.

The trap door was made into the earth right in the middle of town. I opened it up and there was another door. It slid open to reveal yet another door. After sliding open about 7 or 8 doors, a DC looked at me and said, "Pull it out of the ground this." I pulled up on the handle and a "flip-book" of doors came up out of the ground. I would have been opening doors forever if I wouldn't have pulled up. Underneath the book of doors, there was a dead body. I tried to move the body out of the way, but the hand of the body grabbed my wrist in dramatic fashion. I had actually thought that this would happen, so it didn't frighten me in the slightest. I pulled away from the body and the hand ripped clean off of its arm. I noticed there were maggots all around where the hand had ripped off. I shook off the hand and left the not so dead body alone.

My friend Cliff was now with me. i walked around a nearby wooden shed and saw a huge pull. I nodded toward Cliff and we both took off running. Cliff shouted, "Cow tipping!" as we ran toward the great beast. We slammed into the bull and plowed it. It fell over hard and skid several yards while letting out a surprised, "Moooooo." As the bull scrambled to its feet I jumped up and landed on top of the barn. I noticed a stream about 40 yards in front of us. On the other side of the stream I could see a lion walking around. I jumped down off the barn and looked back over toward the lion. I now noticed that about 30 grizzly bears had surrounded it. They were all standing up on two legs and were doing a weird dance in unison. They began to close in on the lion while performing a well choreographed dance. The lion let out a final roar when the bears all dove into a pile on the lion.

Dust soon covered up this oddity. I just watched as the dust cleared. The grizzly bears were all spread out wide and there was one in the center. The grizzly picked up the lion which was now tied up. It then slammed the lion down on a huge outdoor grill. The grizzly backed away. One of the other grizzlies tossed a small, round, ball to the grizzly in the center. This grizzly began dribbling the ball real fast and the ball suddenly burst into flames. The grizzly then shot a fade away and the fire ball fly high into the air. It landed on the grill and the lion caught fire. The grizzly slammed the grill shut and I could feel the dream fading. I decided to just go ahead and DEILD....

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!