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Gun Game

Firearm situation with teams of people against each other
I am with friends it is very tense like an action sequence
Arming myself with various weapons and matching clips/ammo
Have long x-ray scope I can snipe with, on some random rifle
Take out two of the other team on the rooftop of the opposite building
One enemy is in our building
He casually walks through the door of our hotel room wearing a silver vest and smiling, he looks like liev schreiber
I unload both clips of the auto pistols I have that look like pez dispensers
He seems fairly unaffected and I instantly think he's cheating
He shoots me a bunch with his auto but they feel like bbs or airsoft pellets while saying he messed me up really bad
He has also stolen several pairs of my colored glasses and pulls them off his hip and hands them to me, I note they are colours I don't normally don't have like white and several brighter shades of green
(Note: I hardly play fps games and do not own a firearm)

Nooooooowiiieeeee!

I am in a dark large house on the second floor that has banisters wrapping the walls covered in fancy paintings
A toddler maybe 4 or 5 runs at me shouting a play name for me "Nooooowwwwiiiiieeeee!" and they hug me like they are glad to see me after some long time. I say thanks I really needed that and the dream fades

White Carpet

The room becomes a very nice house
I arrive out front of a very open all-glass wall seated in a rock wall with the front door wide open
I realize I just woke up on the driveway with my head on my pillow
There is a man who looks like Anthony Fauci sitting in a small round car that looks like a jetsons car with wheels, he is watching me stand up slowly
I pretend to be ready to work, so I wave as I carry my pillow inside
The foyer is all glass and opens to an ultra-wide stairwell leading down into their home
The wife is in a flurry is getting ready to leave for work
I tell them the service guy is here because I don't know what work I'm doing
Now realize I am doing contracting work for a friend
Long open floor concept spreading three of four rooms across and she wants all the white carpet ripped out
I say no problem as she leaves for work
I go outside to call Chris to double-check he's coming with the truck
I am transported to the work warehouse and I'm hanging onto the back of the truck while talking to two other female employees
One is obscured by a forklift
We are back in front of the house
The woman is finally leaving the driveway
It is a very ritzy neighborhood and I see other fancy cars driving by
For some reason, I ask her if the Bidens live up here
I go back inside and start ripping the carpet up
It is double layered and I realize it will take twice as long
It's also double-sided with a black suede flowers pattern on the underside
I now notice there is a difference of off-whites between the carpet in the kitchen and the carpet in the middle room as I haphazardly start to rip it up with a pair of scissors I found
Realize I don't have any of my tools or kneepads and it's going to be a long day

WBTB- Drank some blue lotus stamen tea, awake around 30-40 min
Dream is nonsensical and a mishmash of the previous locations and people I interacted with. Did not get it written down

Fragment of trying to journal my dream on my phone with little success
Continually delete what I typed and tried several times to just get a single word to input correctly
The dream fades and I wake up realizing I never journaled my dream

Had several dreams last night, only one was Lucid.

First dream took place at an unfamiliar house, but in the dream the house belonged to me and it seemed as if this place was part central. All of the dream characters were strangers to me. Just your standard party dream with drinking and being stupid. Things got out of control eventually and faded to the next day where me and some dude were talking about maybe not having another party the next night. [ This is funny because I had just joined this site and my dream was full of strangers celebrating ] Later in the dream I was throwing a football with one my old college fraternity house brothers. I was telling him about the time i smoked dank and passed out standing up hahaha. He was like, "Yeah dude you can't hold that shit in too long or you will fall out". I have started actually talking outloud to characters in my dreams, and this has become a trigger because I wake up but stay in the dream state, because I can hear myself talking in reality, but the dream keeps right on playing. I have been tempted to try to stand up and remain in the dream state. For some reason I resort to whispering to dream characters because once I start talking out loud, I can't go back to mentally thinking what I want to tell everyone in the dream. So, later on in the dream it turns into my typical first person shooter [ Playing too much Farcry will do that] I rocket launchered a semi carrying a load of canned ham...then had to explain to police why my dream boiled over into reality and that I didn't really mean to shoot a RPG into traffic [ false awakening]. Then i woke up, saying WTF?

Recorded at 9.00am

I'm at old house with Dad, Jane and Tim. A TV infomercial is on TV. It's explaining about water distillers, but not getting into the proper benefits that'll catch your attention. Either Jane or Tim look as if they're intrigued on what they just saw on the infomercial and wanted and dialled some numbers on their phone. As they're dialling the number, they change the channel on the TV to horse racing. I then realise that they were calling up to put some bets on the horses.

I'm with Dad and we're being chased my being with guns. I think I start to shoot back and forth with the enemies. I shoot someone near the stairs on the map with the tall wires above the map.

Dad and myself are near the bottle-o near the settlement.

We must have hired a trailer to transport something. It was a strange set up. Dad had to sign some documents for for trailer. I was after some water for my veggie shake and didn't really want to request distilled water in particular as not everyone drinks it. Dad speaks up for me and says that he only drinks distilled water. One of the men says he's we have rain water and goes off and fetches it for me. I'm stoked that he has some rain water but start to think about it's purity and how long it's been sitting there. There's also a huge tub of rain water sitting in the garden. It doesn't look the freshest as it looked to have a whiteness to the surface. The man hands me a small bucket of his freshest water which looked clear. My cut up veggies fall into the garden and I pick them out and put them back In my blender cup. I worry that the veggies would be extremely dirty but i put them in anyways. I pour the water into the cup and fill it up to much. I see the man come over and put a container of water back inside a container of water. I try to do the same as i finish doing what I was doing and feel a little confused and clumsy trying to do what he did.

I walk over to the table and see that Dad who looks like I Sabrina from the talent show The Voice (Australia). I notice that he's done about half of the form. The form was like a rating system but was a little strange they way it was set out.

Dad must have been upset when asked to come back down to the office to go over some final things to do with the trailer. He didn't do it and just wanted to go. The men were not happy about this and I think we started getting chased again like earlier (or what happened earlier with the gun fighting was actually this, not sure).

Dream Fragment:
A little girl shows me her phone and what she had just searched for on safari. I show her my phone browser, which has the exact same thing she searched for. She become a little upset thinking that I checked her phone without asking for her permission. I felt as if I had a 3rd eye moment.

Side Notes:
I need remember to take my time and think about the dream I just had for more then 10-15 seconds. I usually just fall back asleep expecting that I won't remember it.

In a high speed pursuit with 3 friends in the car, I sit in the passenger seat, grabbing onto the armrest of the car as we weave in and out of traffic. The roads are snowy and very slippery. A police car rides up along side us, and nudges our car into oncoming traffic. We dodge the traffic, but the police end up in several head on collisions, taking out all of the pursuing police.

We stop to get gas, and everyone waits inside the car except the driver, who goes inside to pay. We forgot the police were after us, and a cop car is parked just to our right. Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see a female cop sneak into our car. Then the driver is definitely arrested at gun point in the gas station. My friend jumps into the driver's seat and takes off back onto the highway. Not soon after we reach highway speeds, we spin out of control and wipe out off the road with the police close behind us. Pulled from the car, we are driven to some sort of prison.

Each of us is put into a separate cell, but instead of a regular jail, it is a strange hydraulic mechanical room with hot fluids and steam going all directions through pipes. It becomes clear that we are going to be brutally tortured with these high temperature fluids. Before they can come into my cell, I close and barricade the door. I noticed a steam nozzle right outside the door, and I attempt to make it open to buy me some time, but none of the controls seem to do anything. I turn a big valve, and suddenly the room starts to fill with boiling sewage. Not what I had planned.

I spot a ladder and climb up it as fast as I can to get some distance from the poo liquid. At the top, is another level, sort of like a hallway, and my friend from the car is up there! "That was a close call with the hot water" I tell him as he shushes me, pointing to the 3rd level above us where a guard is patrolling, unaware of our presence. We sneak up to the next floor, and whack the guard on the back of the head with a fire extinguisher, knocking the guard unconscious. I take the gun, and notice that this guard was the same cop that snuck into our car earlier at the gas station.

The boiling sewage begins to fill the second level and continues to rise. We climb up to a fourth level, and run to a door at the end of a bridge/hallway. Reminds me of Metal Gear Solid. I open the door, and see a massive room, with huge pipes below. We are looking down on it from about 5 floors high. Very low lighting down there. There is one guard, dressed in camouflage, and holding a mean-looking grenade launcher. My friend and I are quiet as I wait for this guard to patrol into the open so I can get an easy shot on him. He's not doing it, so my friend takes a flashlight, narrows the light beam, and shines it to the far side of the room below yelling, "They're over there!" I think he just gave away our position, but it actually worked. The guard looks right at where the light was, and walks into the open. I take 3 shots at him, and just hit strong body armor. The guard swings the grenade launcher our direction and fires a shot. I close the door just enough to deflect the grenade down the hallway we came from, where it explodes, killing the guard we had knocked unconscious. I quickly try to fire more shots at the guard, but for some reason, the gun doesn't work. It almost does, everything feels right about shooting, it even kicks back, but no bullets are flying through the air. The guard also seems unable to fire at us. Really low on ammo, I concentrate hard, and manage to fire 2 more shots, hitting the guard in the chest, and then wake up.

DILD
Dream ended - 8.40am
Time Lucid - 30 seconds
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I remember being in a room. I could hear someone making noise in the distance, as if it was in another room.
Someone said to me that it was Lyoto Machida (MMA/UFC Fighter). He yelled out to us to let us know what he was doing. I think he was running the water in a bath, and it may have been the pipes rattling.

Lyoto Machida - UFC Fighter



[Scene Change]
I was on a platform in the middle of the water. We were all playing around with each other. Someone decided to raise the stakes, and pulled out a gun. The gun was a grenade launcher which explodes on impact. One of guys shot two people off the platform. The two people that got shot had left there gun's and ammo behind, as if it was a video game (Battlefield 3). I walked up to the gun and ammo, and tried to equipped the gun, but instead equipped the ammo. I tried again, and now had the gun in my hand. I shot the grenade at the feet of two people, and they went flying off the platform. They got back up onto the platform, still alive. I was lining up one of the guys and he was too, ready to shoot each other. I freaked out as I thought I might have been shot first. I was rolling around on the floor while still aiming. I ended up bailing and rolled off the ledge. As I was falling I tried to shoot him.

I was picked up by an inflatable boat. I was getting rushed to a medic as I must have been hurt. I suddenly realised that this wasn't right and that I must be dreaming. I didn't use a RC as I was certain it was a dream. I was now yelling out orders to the driver. The boat turned around and bounced off a wall. I willed the boat to go fast, which worked. I launched myself into the air to fly. I was idle in the air and saw a lot of people on a wooden deck. They must have been having a gathering. I flew towards the deck and started to fly higher. I could see everyone's head raise up in awe of me flying.

Dream ended.

Dream Fragment 1:
On a huge wall with two other people. We're outdoors and on one side of the wall is a huge robot sentry. We walk along the top of the wall to a sort of portal, and go in, and are then in a small room with a tomb lying center in the room. The tomb was labeled King Arthur and someone was trying to steal from the room.

Dream 2:
I was in a small hallway as a ladder or gaurding a ladder. Feel envious of the Soldiers that keep running by. End up leaving and sneaking behind and following soldiers through a huge complex. We arrive at a set of blast doors and we all dart through as they close behind us. On the other side is a bunch of gun fighting,. Theres already a few soldiers in position and we join em. Female soldier beside me is shouting orders and hands me a pistol. I'm trying to stay in cover, while the rest are brazenly standing and returning fire down the corridor.

Eventually gun shots stop and it we are still alive. The blast doors behind us open and everyones cheering. Then an explosion happens down the corridor and hundreds of zombies come rushing through. There's shouts from the soldiers to seal the room, but it's too late. The zombies rush through the meger defences and out into the large complex. I'm in a side room viewing this when one comes in with me. The floor starts falling away so i jump and grab onto piping in the overhead. The zombie does as well, and then lunges for me, and i wake up.

I'm at a bar, or a party and some random guy comes up to me and starts talking about a time when I smeared french onion dip in his face and he beat my ass for it.I couldn't remember that moment for the life of me, and had no idea what he was talking about. I figured maybe he was drunk so I went along with it. Then he goes and retells the story to some random dc with his arm around me... I took his arm away and said "I'm pretty sure I was drunk if it happened, and you wouldn't stand a chance it happened now. He kept talking crap, and a fight ensued. I was punching him with everything, and eventually I grabbed the pool table, and broke his legs with it. There is more to this dream...I remember hanging out with some women or something, but I can't piece it together.


I'm driving down the main street in our town, and there are all types of theme park rides set up at the car dealerships. I mean these things look like something I wouldn't even get on. One was a big ball of seats that sling slung hundreds of feet in the air. It was moving, but there weren't any people in it. I get to this rural area that I don't recognize, and talk to a few DCs. Two of the girls came with me in the van, and I told them I was on a mission. I told one of them to drive, and we get to a huge factory. They don't believe that we're going to find anything, but just when one of them says that, We come across a crack plant. It was really weird. They had huge bags of cocaine wrapped in aluminum foil. All of them went inside and came out with guns. They started shooting, but nothing was happening. I ran back and searched through my backpack for my guns (told myself they'd be in there from the beginning but they weren't). Another dc told me they were in another bag, and I searched it....no guns. woke up.

So I'm at this war torn area that has been over run by zombies, and there are several factions there that are fighting....mainly for their lives, but each other too.

Random Civilians: it's their city, and they plan on defending it
A group of secret security: I'm pretty sure they're related to what caused the outbreak in the first place.
Random mercenaries: They're trying to help out the remaining civilians and get a little target practice. I think I may be with these guys.

I'm walking down a road in the middle of this huge city, debris is cluttered everywhere and it looks like something out of the end of a transformers movie minus the robots. I see one guy wearing Vietnam era cammy's and it has all this writing over it. He's talking to himself, about things that's been going on. We started talking, and he said he only wanted to find out the truth behind what happened there. We came across some important documents, and took them to one of his hiding spots. There were weapons laying on bed, and it actually reminded me a little bit like a room in my grandmothers house. Anyways, the guy starts reading and he says the project started when they decided to build 45 houses underground. It's not really safe here, so the guy tells me to grab some weapons and roll out. I grabbed a shot gun, and some sort of submachine gun and draped it across my back. I was so disappointed that this guy didn't have any katana laying around....they don't run out of bullets.

But there's no time to dwell on that. One of the secret security people rushed in the room. He was wearing a black motorcycle helmet and all black leather. He shot at me twice and I dodged both times, kicked him in the shins and shot him in the face. Apparently I was dreaming in pg, because he died, but there wasn't any gory damage done. We got separated and I got infect some way. I met up with A, and someone else. They didn't want to kill me, but I told them they would half to. A was talking about finding a cure or some crap, and I slapped her in the face as hard as I could and said "just get it out of the way". She still didn't want to. We were at the city limits of town, and supposedly it had some sort of invisible force field around it, but I was able to pass through.....

Meanwhile in a total unrelated dream

I'm talking on the phone to Kaomea, and we're talking about what should we do when we met up. I think we were bouncing ideas off of each other, but we didn't come up with anything set in stone. All of a sudden I asked "what if things got sexual?"..."cause you know, I get like that sometimes". She told me she didn't mind. I didn't mind either, but I didn't want to make it a goal, nor did I want to get her upset about something that could have just randomly happened out of force of habit (can't even count how many "plan B moments" I've had).

Something happens here....because we're in the same car, and I don't know who's driving, but we're both in the back seat.

I want to say it's a white girl driving, but again.....I can't really picture it that much anymore. We're having one of those general "get to know you" conversations at this point, and she asks me about music. There's rap music playing at the moment, and I told her I could give her an example of what I like. I pulled out my cellphone and opened Pandora. I played an instrumental song that had rap influences, but the beat was more complex. My phones speakers were filling up the car like it was connected to the sound system. I stopped it.....waited. Played it again, and I got the same results.

D, and J are with me. We were scoping out this crowed building full of mobsters. I think they called a meeting together, and we were sitting near the entrance. J started randomly hitting his panic button on his car. Over and over. One guy was getting pissed. I had something...like a mirror. I used it and flashed it in his eyes. He kept talking trash, and we all gave each other that look, and started rushing all of them at the same time. I went for the trash talker...he had to be about 6 foot six. I was hitting him with straights and elbows. Then the guy pulls out a 22. I backed off ducked around the corner, saw D disarm a guy with a .45 and point it at the other dude. We continued to wreck shop on these guys while backup came to handle the situation.

I came in another room where a kid was at, and I swear she had drugs on her. I frisked her, and she was clean. Someone else was watching me, and I told them "damnit I quit". I wasn't going to write up this long drawn out report about how we ended up in a gun fight without finding any drugs. My plans were to move to California and handle the rest of the case my own way, since I remember they said that was their main base of operation. I met up with the guy who was the girls father, and he was offering me these 12 packs of stimulants for the drive over there. I'm wondering where he came up with all of that crap, and I've never even seen most of the stuff there. Either they're banned, or just don't exist. Maybe this is our guy.....

I'm at my house and K is there. She's complaining about crap at work and I'm thinking "wow must be really stressfull serving drinks and making tips all day". I keep it to myself because she really seems upset about it. As she talks to me, I'm flipping through this huge erotic book. It's like full of amateur and and crap. Then, something catches my eye. It's me. I'm in the bathroom with two chicks. A redhead is riding me, and another is watching. One is completely naked, the other has her jean skirt hiked up, and I have on my green "1up" shirt. Damn, how did they find this? Maybe there was a third girl or hidden cameras. Shit! I'm in a book looking like boss, doesn't matter, had sex.

I look up at K and try to contain myself while saying "how bout I'm in this book". She continues rambling about her issues and tells me she doesn't know where she got it from. J comes over and he's using my computer, and I tell him about the book. It takes me a while to find it again..hahaha I checked the index and there was a "BBC" section. I turn it there and I see the same pictures and there's like a woman's confession of how she loves a black cock that was supposedly from one of the girls I had sex with.

Shit, I need to find these chicks. Wait wait wait. I don't remember banging two hot chicks at the same time recently. It couldn't have been a dream because there's pictures of it. I must if been stone drunk! Damn, that's crazy.

I check the Internet to try and find these chicks when I learn some people turned one of my dream journal entries into a movie.

There's a grenade flipping through the air heading right towards a city in slow motion, and all of a sudden a bullet grazes it at just the right angle to make it drop straight down. The grenade falls into an empty plot of land and explodes. A guitar riff goes off, and "ELITE" and "SNIPER" smashes in from opposite sides of the screen in blue letters. All while showing the charred remains. Yes! I exclaim as I continue to watch. There's an office with some guy talking about business. I'm not totally sure what it is exactly, but I notice that it takes place in the future. There's a weird free floating television, and then, he says something about a car sale. "I remember a car salesman in the future", "these guys got it right"! I keep watching and there's some kind of attack on the city and I'm with special unit. We're taking out the enemy in key locations and making sure the people who are affected get evacuated. Meteors are dropping from the sky and I tell this chick to leave the city. She was panicking and crap and then just went and pulled out my junk, turned around, hiked up her skirt, and put it inside her. So I'm pounding her and there's this other chick who's getting off on watching us have sex and I'm thinking to myself "why sex now? I didn't have sex in that dream until after the mission". I'm a bit confused because the girls in the movie look a lot like the girls in the book.

Did I dream it all all up? Did all of this actually happened? Is my memory all jacked up? What's real? I hop on DV and make a post about the movie and the book. I tell them they"re going to have to pm me for the pics.

Side note: I think the movie was based on a dream I had called "island heat". I killed a lot of people along with this exotic sniper chick and we ended up having epic sex. Maybe they changed it to the future because of my other dreams. I'm not sure why they changed it to two hot chicks either. That one exotic chick with her thick columbian accent was amazing. Also, i've been having a lot of underwater dreams lately.

07.11.2012

Gunfight and Fashion Assassination? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took two tablets of Halls Cherry Cough Drops, each containing 9.8 mg of Menthol. I woke up with an erection, so I guess that's because I had a REM cycle or something like that. I doubt it was the Menthol though.

I can't remember any romantic or sexual dreams unfortunately, and I believe I slept for 3-5 hours. I slept around 1-3 AM, and woke up around 6:30 AM-6:45 AM Canada time. (So one hour ahead compared to Texas time).

I'm sucking on two more tablets because I'm going to attempt an WBTB, each 9.8 mg of Menthol as well.

In case anyone is wondering why I remember so much, it's because I closed my eyes and tried not to think about daily life (though it still was on my mind a few times, but I guess I can get away with that by trying to keep up a daily draem journal that helped with recall tremendously....even though I'm still a newbie compared to some great people with amazing recall like Hyu, Melanieb, Kaomea, and such.

The color of the atmosphere was orange, so the sun must be now setting at the time in the dream.

I'm standing outside in a field, the whole dream is blurry, everything is a rush. I'm frantically trying to avoid men who have costumes like the common enemies that I forget the name of, but the outfit itself was the black version of it.

It wasn't exactly like it, but it didhave some features of it. The grass was very high in this dream, it was a faded brown, and looked like wheat. It probably was as high as to reach my chest. While I'm escaping, I have moments where I'm walking backwards and shooting at random people in the same black outfits.

I'm using an Assault Rifle on one enemy, and I feel like I'm not damaging him at all. For some reason, I feel as if I get some logic in and realize I have to aim the guy at the guy instead of just firing out of range.

The gun sounds were diluated and slow, probably because some moments of gun fighting were literally in slow motion. This created augmented pitches of bullets being fired, and I believe I die a few times in the dreams, but had a dream resets each time.

I finally reach a dead end, and I quickly turn around, things get a little faster, but not too fast, normal-paced now. I see a black helicopter coming in my direction, and I feel like the person inside is trying to shoot me. I quickly aim my guy and the window, but I couldn't see anything beyond that.

Then I did something crazy, I literally zoomed in to the window naturally. I don't know if it's because I'm still feeling the adrenaline from having to avoid and kill some enemies, random luck, or just a natural skill I never paid attention to.

The insides of the window of the helicopter went from blurry to crystal clear. Things went in slow motion again as I'm preparing to shoot the man in the helicopter with my new zoomed in HD vision skill. I think the helicopter crashes, but it doesn't explode or anything, it just grazes the ground hard and is probably stopped by a wall.

The dream shifts to where there are several men and myself inside of what seems to be like an old-fashioned garage. Things still feel sketchy for me at the time. I have a feeling I have to start shooting these men before they shoot me.

There's a man looking in front of me, he has brown hair, looks like he's in his late 30s, early 40s. He's wearing a jacket, probably gray or a faded swampish green one that does all the way down his ankles or knees I believe. He's wearing some bland shirt and pants as well.

I presume they were gray too, his visage is what I remember better, since I am aiming my gun at it.

Back to his face for a moment, it felt animated, like a Oblivion/Skyrim-esque type of animation to it. I believe he had brunette hair, or a very dark red hair, and his facial composition was wide and cheeky.

He was probably chubby based on his facial composition, but the jacket and everything gearing my attention towards his head instead made it difficult to analyze more before I shot him.

As I'm getting ready to shoot him, he opens his eyes in shock, and I believe he says something like,

"No.....he can't do that!!!"

Too late. Bullet pierced right into his forhead. There's probably a 2-3 second delay time for me to collect my thoughts, and for the other men around us to react to this as well.

I feel there's a dream reset here, because the man I shot in the head was in front of me again. Maybe I was shot somewhere after shooting him the first time.

I aim my gun again, but this time it's a slightly different weapon. It's a semi-automatic I believe, and I aim for the guy's head again. Same reaction he gives me, and he dies.

I don't see his head being splattered on the floor, just a bullet wound that gets pierced into his head deeply again. I believe the dream resets again at some point, but I'll just skip those because it'll just lead to confusion on the recall.

After I kill the same guy in front of me, I believe I shoot the other one to the right in front of me as well after he heard the gunshot. There's one guy on the left of me, and I threw a cold water bottle at him as a distraction.

I see that there's an open entrance to some random room within the garage, and as I'm getting ready to get out of there before things get sporadic, I lied to the man and said there's a bomb inside of it.

I don't really wait to hear his reaction, but seeing as a lied, no explosion happened.

This part gets weird, I'm in the mental conflict of whether or not I've shapeshifted (dang it Alyzarin!!!) or if I'm inside the body of someone else other than myself, or if I'm watching someone move around.

The girl that I feel I'm the embodiment of looks a lot like Azula from the Avatar. She has the agility like Tai Lee, but then again, Azula herself is in a completely different league than Tai Lee with her tact and all that.

I honestly believe I'm Azula right now, and this is still occurring in the same dream too. I'm trying to run away from whoever it is that's chasing me. I don't look back at all, and I have to move around these really small gaps that would require someone with a petite structure to even wiggle through fast enough.

And Azula's body is the perfect match. I find it weird that I would take on a female persona....hmm, don't mind at all.

There's definitely someone chasing me, and the person is a female as well. But now I'm confused on whether or not it's Tai Lee from Avatar: The Last Airbender, or another person taking on the visage of Azula.

Both of us are wearing the red outfits in the episode of Avatar where Zuko, Azula, Tai Lee, and Mai were at beach for a temporary vacation while Ozai made plans for his world domnition thing.

I'm moving around, and I feel very flexible and sexy in Azula's body. All the walls are gray, and the flooring is tiled and has either a very light gray or white color with a faded hint of gray.

Sorry if I'm getting to specific with simple things like that, but I need to start paying attention to things like this more.

I'm really high above the ground, and I'm going around corners in this really narrow route I'm taking. It feels like I'm in a maze or something, since I'm constantly going left and right, and having to go back to a certain location to create a mental map of where to go next. There's some areas high off the ground to walk and brace my back against to carefully sidle to the side to here and there during my escape.

But I couldn't just stand there, or rather, have my legs on the sides of the wall to keep myself high off the ground for too long, because the same girl in the red outfit following me has tentacles as arms. These tentacles with really huge suction cups have a light pink color to it on the bottom.

As for the top section of the tentacles, it was probably dark violet, or a very dark shade of pink. She extends her tentacles to my feet, very smart thinking there, and I believe I try to spread my arms out and hold on to the sides of the walls with my hands.

I don't really feel a grip from the tentacles, I feel like I've shifted consciousness to where I'm just a spectator, and the body of mine manages to do some tricky moving to get her feet from the girl's tight grip with her tentacles.

My consciousness is shifted back into Azula's body, and there's finally some surface to walk on, and I believe the female with the tentacle arms is gone now. I see the body that I'm in from a different perspective, and Azula slowly elevates her body upward from being on the ground after trying to get loose from the lady's grip. Then I'm back in a first person view again, and I see some kind of red dress in the center about 10 feet away from me.

To the left of it had some black text on the wall or like the stands where a first place winner would be at the center and higher than 2nd and 3rd place being on the sides.

Anyway, the words were "First .........." something something. I get a feeling that this is some kind of fashion company brand of clothing in front of me. I start formulating that the lady with the tentacles was trying to assassinate me for some reason when I woke up to recall this dream.

DAMN IT! I know I remembered what was the rest of the fashion name brand when I woke up, but it started to fade away too quiickly...ugh......

Something tells me that this was associated with someone I know here on DV....maybe someone is the daughter of some CEO of a prominent fashion company?

Hmmmm, and the color of the red dress being the only set of clothes standing out in the middle reminds me a lot of Kaomea for some reason. But it's probably just all silly stuff, and maybe it's because I was glancing at Soap Operas like the Bold and the Beautiful and the Young and the Restless hours during the afternoon.

Hm....I wouldn't think Kaomea is the daughter of said CEO, so I guess I'll just put this dream as random since I don't like interpreting non-lucids anyway.

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07.11.2012

Wrist Infection (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting down with a group of people, probably all females, and the place is kind of darker than it should be if we'er in a classroom. I can't really pick out distinguishing features of people's visage, but I do notice my father is coming from the back.

He goes up to a random girl that's two seats away from me. He's wearing a grey vest, and he has some hair under his pits. He's sweating a lot, and he has his glasses on.

He's telling her about something on her wrist that she has, probably looks like an infection because there's slightly bigger bump on it. My father disappears, and then the dream shifts to where I see pictures of what I assumed to be the same girl. She was overweight, and I'm not sure if her face was like a mole or something.

I'm sorry, but she wasn't attractive to look at in the first place.

Most of the pictures involved her being in a forest, and her hair was dirty blonde as well. I would say her age was around mid to late 30s.

She mostly wore a big white shirt, probably to conceal unwanted creases of her stomach from showing, and wore black sports long pants.

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07.11.2012

Chopped up Herbs? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Someone helps me chop up some herbs. The dream itself had a Runescape-esque kind of setting to it, but it still was a realistic setting for me.

It feels like I'm walking around a house made of wood, and it's very fancy too.

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07.11.2012

Lucid Sex Attempt Fail (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took another 2 tablets of the Halls Cough drop, so that's another 19.6 mg before the WBTB.


I don't know how I do it, but something makes me do a nose plug reality check. I was able to breath through, and I had a "wtf" moment when I did realize I was dreaming.

I think I was trying to call out someone's name before I was lucid. The room that I'm in is very bright and has white walls and floors all over. Things are a little blurry, but as soon as I rub my hands a bit, things become vivid now.

For some reason, as I'm headed to exit through a door, my thoughts were,

"Eva's Bedroom"

"Eva's Bedroom"

"Eva's Bedroom"

"Eva's Bedroom"

I kept doing this affirmation until I finally opened the door.

No fucking bedroom, but I do get a garden. It's nice and green, bright and sunny.....DON'T FREAKING TELL ME I'M HAVING A HAPPY DREAM LIKE KAOMEA IS.

WHAT???

NO MAN NOOOO, BEDROOM NOW.

Dream fades before I could decide to do anything else. I feel your pain Kaomea. This really sucks! I think I really was on the verge of a happy dream.

Oh, and as I was waking up, I felt myself on the edge of the bed I'm sleeping on, literally. I convinced myself without thinking to not worry about it, and my body had this urge to just go ahead and lean over, but I knew I would hit the ground, I would most likely fall straight head first in waking life.

But I think this was a false awakening, and I do a nose plug reality check.....but I think this was somewhere between the dream above, because the lucidity was very short, obviously because I was too damn horny to find a bedroom.

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Oh well, still have 5 Cherry flavored Halls tablets, and two more packs with 9 in each, so maybe better results tonight. n_n

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07.11.2012

Ordering Take Out (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I think I'm driving some kind of vehicle, and my mother is to the left of me. I go to where you have to pay first when you made your order. You have to pay in quarters, and the paying medium itself sucks.

It's this close from falling off, and when I do insert a few coins, the slot was in the wrong position, so the quarters were not recognized in the little screen that showed the price in increments each time you put a quarter or whatever small change inside.

I grab the coins out of the awkward spot, and put them inside the right place, and it starts recognizing everything.

I forget what I ordered though.

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07.11.2012

Getting a Job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I go up to another slot machine, and I wanted to book in confirming that I arrived at the place on time. It said "10:9" or something like that, and I assumed it meant I worked from 10 AM to 9 PM.

But when I looked at my white card with various times on it, it said "9:9." I try to find someone to ask if there's some kind of mistake, and a person finally explains to me what it means, but it still doesn't explain the abnormality. Then I see some short man wearing glasses, a gray suit, a light gray dress shirt underneath, and some long black corporate office style pants.

He looks Indian based on his skin tone, but he has a classic American accent. He elevates his nose and mouth a bit, and I just know he's going to be pissed off. He asks us with a slightly elevated tone on what we're doing here just standing.

Obviously this guy is our boss, and I politely respond to him that I wanted to make sure the amount of hours I'm working is right. He goes back to a normal tone and realizes the situation I'm in. I eventually asked him if I can work part time.

I think he's skeptical at first, but he smiles and says that I can. But I don't think he understood what I requested. I didn't mean part time just for the weekends. I mean part time for everything, and not full time for the week or anything like that.

Ugh......

Glad that was just a dream.

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07.11.2012

Airport Brochures? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Bleh, don't really care much about this dream. I'm inside a building, with white tile flooring. The walls are made of glass, and I think there are some fancy stuff hanging on top, but I'm too busy looking at someone to get the details of what's above.

The girl looks like someone I know in waking life, let's call her Am.

"Am" apparently did something bad in college, don't know the exact reason, but her mother looks ashamed of her. "Am" has to go to the airport to hand out airport brochures, something like that.

Too lazy to tell the rest.

So i went to bed thinking about visiting The World That Never Was, or Neverland, and sort of thought out how a continuation would play out. Who I would look for and now the places would look....etc etc. I mainly focused on Neverland because that dream was so bizarre. Who knows....maybe the Lost Boys were pirates now.

I'm outside in grassy parking lot next to a brown truck with a couple of people. The guy who owns the truck is a friend of a friend, and he's some kinda drug hustler. I'm very cautious of the situation, and I want to leave before I hear too much or get involved. Just then the guy says "I need some bookends to guard my stuff". Before even questioning "who the fuck says bookends", I'm given a choice of weapons to use to guard his truck. There's a full automatic shotgun, and some long range rifle. He's asking me if I know what they are and how to use them. Oddly enough I had my M-16 with me and told him that I'd be fine with Kasha. The rest of the people leave and I'm left there with one other guy to guard the truck.

I see a truck that circles the parking lot, and there's a couple of guys on the back of it. As they pass by, they eye me and the other guy up and down, like they're looking for trouble. They make another pass, and stop the truck right in front of us. This one guy, couldn't have been older than 18 pulls out this long 22 that's modified into a rifle. He points it at me, and starts talking trash. I placed my hand over the barrel and moved it out of the way, and tried to convince him that he needed to do something else with his spare time. He got out of the truck and pointed it at me again, and I shot him in his right arm. Now they feel like the need to call the cops and paramedics and all that jazz, and I'm running through all the details in my head. Even if it was in self defense, I don't have a weapons permit....so I may be screwed. I'm talking to D's parents about the situation and .....yeah things change.

I'm in a building and there's a lot of people there. Both D's are here, and maybe J. I see a bunch of girls in purple scrubs, and they're looking at me like "don't they know you"? I told them "nah, they're most of my friends have graduated, these are new". Just then on of the girls comes up and yells my name and hugs me......then another and then another. The last one kisses me on the lips, and says thanks. I look over at my friends and say "You see this shit right? All over me....but as soon as I try to make a move they'll shut me down". Hell, I didn't even recognize those girls...the last one was amazing though. Chocolate skin, and eyes that would make you forget the world was even created.

I'm watching a debate between Abraham Lincoln and Elvis Presley, and they're going back and forth and Lincoln says something that Elvis doesn't like. Elvis walks up to him and starts yelling, (he sounds like Ronald Reagan for some reason) and headbutts him in the nose. Then security comes out. They have yellow suits with white rifles that look like M-14's that shoot rubber bullets. I started complaining to a girl who I was with about how I hate that security is a reactionary method that gets worse because of "one guy that had to mess it up for everybody". I think I remember being in a car.......more weirdness ensued, but I don't remember now.

three dreams...all pretty intense in some form, but all forgotten slightly due to the fact that I was too lazy to get up.

I'm at some highly populated place. It reminds me of a casino, but there are beds there. Everyone there has been partying and what not, and it's time for the night to just about wind down. We're all about to go to sleep in various huge beds that are lined up, and the girl next to me is getting freaky with me. We're making out, and it starts getting really intense....but something goes wrong....I don't know. I get this vibe, like nothings going to happen...even though something should happen. I left my bed and saw A and talked to her about it. She said I was over thinking it and just needed to go for it. When I came back, it was pretty clear that the girl was really drunk....I didn't want do go there if she was in that state.

I also remember being backstage at a play or something, and the stage was almost full of people....I don't know where this fits.

I'm at my house with one or two other people there. Someone gets killed, and we're talking about it. Jason shows up, and he's not wearing his mask. His skin is wrinkled and brown and worms are coming out of it. I put a few football moves on him and get out of my room. I haul ass out of the house, and lock the door behind me. That ought to by me a few seconds....but someone may end up dying because of it. I see an old car...maybe a Z series parked in my yard. It flashes it's headlights....and I think about getting in, and realize that it hasn't even started. There's no way, I'm getting in that car. Well it's time to go on a little jog...Jason walks, so by the time I get tired, he could have killed a whole bunch of people elsewhere. At this point, I'm laughing to myself...and something switches.


I'm with Freddie Wong, and we're trying to take out this helicopter. We have these futurist colourful guns that almost look like toys. People are running everywhere and panicking. I think we're on the patio of some restaurant. Bullets are flying everywhere on each pass, and we're just laying into it. Finally the chopper comes to a crash, and some guy jumps out of the exploding debris with the blades attached to him. They're spinning around him, and he's running right as us. Behind me his nothing but water...in front of me, is death by helicopter blades. I want to say Freddie ran in the building, or jumped in the water. I ran at the guy, and at the last second jumped, shot my gun at the ground, and the explosion catapulted me over the the guy. And I shot him in the back, causing a huge explosion. I spent the rest of the dream with a few dc's at the restaurant.

I'm in a war...reminds me of world war one. I don't know exactly how many people are with me, but I'm working in tandem with one other guy. I'm a decoy of sorts. As I peg off people out in the open, he waits around a corner. If any of my shots miss, then I run back and he takes them out.

This works pretty good for the duration of the dream, until this huge guy comes around the corner. He's muscular, about 8 feet tall and he's wearing a camouflage tank top. He doesn't carry any weapons, and nothing's having any effect on him. This guy is like a slow moving brick wall, and after putting my entire clip in him, he's still coming at me. I duck around the corner, in hopes that my battle buddy would finish the job. He got off a few rounds before the guy grabbed his face and smashed him in the wall.

Dang, I think he knocked a couple of bricks loose with that attack. I don't see the rest of my squad, and something tells me running will only delay the inevitable. I grabbed my rifle by the barrel, and swung at him. He didn't even flinch when it cracked against his skull. The butt shattered into splinters, and I kept swinging the remainder of my weapon. He wasn't trying anything offensively...he was just standing there taking it. I hit him in the head once and heard something crack. I immediately followed that up with another. The cracking noise continued and made sounds as if I were breaking dishes. The scene started changing right before my eyes...slowly back and forth from war scene to my kitchen. In the kitchen scene I could see my cabinets and it looked like I was swinging at them.

Finally everything solidified and I was in the kitchen. Broken dishes everywhere....was I hallucinating? Sleepwalking? I checked my pockets, they had macaroni in the fifth pocket. I was wondering what the hell was I up to. And then I woke up for real.

I'm in the desert, and I'm just putting rounds into this huge guy with my sniper rifle. He's really close, so I'm just aiming from the hip at center mass.