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No TF2 in this dream fragment, sorry. But there were some amusing things that happened withing the thirty-or-so seconds of the dream, so I'll post it anyway.


I was observing a mostly dark storage room, with dim light glowing into a break in the rectangular crates. In the center of the area was a chair with a man tied to it with rope. There was another man walking slowly beside him, relaxingly pointing a revolver at his chest, and giving him some kind of lecture. The sitting man said something witty, to which the standing man bent over and whispered in his ear.

"Well," He hissed. "How about your wear this bullet... AS A HAT?!"

That's all I remember. Funny.

I remember starting off in a dungeon of a facility like alcatrez which was elevated on a very tall hill and the hill was surrounded by water.

I was with my Dad, brother (taterking5), and my uncle (Jwhitley's dad). We were in the dungeon but I never could figure out why. We kept trying to find a way out until we discovered the window bars came off.

We looked out the window and the drop to the ground was too high and jumping would surely end with feet in your brain. Below our window ledge about 1 story below us was a water flume coming out of the facility. We details iced to see if we could aim for that.

My dad and bro went first. My dad made it to the flume, but my bro missed entirely and crashed into the ground. We all panicked and couldn't believe what had happened when suddenly he reappeared next to me. Turns out when we die we return to the previous place before death! We didn't ask why.

My dad jumped and landed on another hill 2 stories below the flume. After many deaths and revivals we all made it to the ground safely. We looked out to the water and we were all on a beach. I then had a strange sudden realization that 2hat had just happened couldn't have been real and then became aware of the dream.

Everyone and everything started getting brighter and fuzzier and I thought I was waking up and panicked and dove into the water. Everything slowly became normal again except I was sinking and couldn't surface. I was telling myself I can't drown in a dream as I was swimming back up and eventually overcame the sudden pull toward the ocean floor. I came up out of the water and everyone was back to normal and not fading like before when i thought the dream was fading.

I got back up to the hill and started trying to summon lightning on the horizon but had to give up because I saw some prison guards running towards us. I separated from the group and started to swim away from the facility and towards land. I went toward the road and started running. I saw a wall that extended as far as I could see and realized I was walled in and I was not free yet. I then ran to a guard station and tried to determine how I was going to get past the two guards at the station. One was on my side of the gate and one was outside the gate. I saw that the one on the inside of the gate was standing with no weapon and the one outside of the gate was sitting down but I couldn't tell if he had a weapon or not. I grabbed a stick and slammed it into the head of the guard on my side of the gate (if I wasn't in such a rush I probably would have thought to try and do more dream control). I knocked out the guard when the other stood up with an RPG.



Then time moved in slow motion when he went to squeeze the trigger as I dove behind the station booth. I saw the explosion go off with dirt and chunks of concrete flying everywhere. I knew he would have to take the time to reload it so I ran around the booth, jumped over a wooden fence (went from concrete walls to a wooden fence somehow) and jump on him with a rock and beat him with it until he was unconscious.

I then heard sirens going off so I guess the guard called for reinforcements before I beat the crap out of him. I ran to get to anything that could get me away and found a red 2011 Silverado crew cab like my dad's and for some reason I thought it was my truck. I ran to it and the keys were in it along with a bunch of airsoft guns in the back seat and airsoft gun pistols in the door pockets. I told myself that I could just use some dream control to make them real guns. I then realized that the road was the same road as the livingston camp grounds that our Church goes to for a weekend every year and I saw my cousins Ben and Brett riding bikes down the road and they looked at me and gave the nod (you know raising your head to acknowledge and then continuing with whatever you were doing). I started the truck and started backing it up and then I woke up.

I can't believe I didn't try more control, I guess I was just afraid of getting captured or waking up that I just decided to continue on with the dream with no fear of death knowing I was dreaming...

08/25/2011
"Chop Shop Cop"

I was an undercover cop, investigating activity at a chop shop that was running all kinds of import cars. Apparently having been on the case for a while, I was pretty familiar with some of the gang members who were running the cars, and was discretely gathering information from them. MJ was in the dream and, at one point, we had walked off from the garage, and up a dark hill. (I don't know if there are gaps in my recall, or if the dream changed from night to day, erratically.) She led me through some tall brush for a while, and I began to wonder where we were going. It turned out that she had a pack of cigarettes hidden back there, and was just trying to get away to smoke. For some reason, it seemed like we weren't supposed to be back there, because she quickly ducked down, when we saw some passers-by, and I followed suit.

The next day (or what might have been the next day, since the sun was out again), the police force did a full raid of the shop. When a firefight inevitably broke out, we cops had the advantageous position - having pretty much surrounded the gang. So, when the lead started flying, we were just tearing these guys apart. They started breaking out guns from crates and secret compartments in walls of the garage. I remember carrying both a Mac-11 sub-machine gun and what I believe might have been an AR-15 assault rifle. Even though we were obviously winning, the firefighting was extremely intense and chaotic. At times, it just felt like I was spraying recklessly into the fray. The assault rifle seemed to have a very slow rate of fire, and I actually got frustrated with it to the point where I just threw the assault rifle down and started spraying again with the Mac, which was just dropping people like flies. There were a lot of females in the gang, but very few of them were actually doing the shooting. Even though I was spraying wildly, I was trying my best to keep from hitting the unarmed, but in the end, I'm sure I got a couple of them, inadvertently.

Once the fighting was done, Method Man (rapper) showed up and turned out to be one of my partners on the force. He helped us round up the survivors of the firefight, so we could take them in. That's all I remember.

08/23/2011
Dream One
"Autobots Abroad"

I was Optimus Prime. The other Autobots and I were being summoned by the humans' governmental leaders, to be shipped off to far-away worlds, individually; each distant planet harboring some sort of elite Decepticon 'monsters,' that we were going to have try to destroy, before they came to Earth. There was a lot of contempt for this mission, because we didn't think the humans knew exactly what we were going up against. These weren't any ordinary Decepticons. They were ancient badasses, and even I wasn't sure we would stand our chances against them, on our own. For some reason, though, we had to do what the humans told us on this one.

I got to watch the others depart - even able to see their landings from a disembodied perspective - watching them crash down onto their assigned worlds like fallen meteors. There was a particularly nasty customer left for me, and I was the last one to be shipped away. I don't really remember much of the flight through space, but I do remember first seeing the planet that I had been dispatched to. It looked like almost any other planet, though I can't remember what color it was. Its one unique characteristic was an enormous storm cloud which literally sat 'above' the entire 'northern' part of the planet. It was like a cloud hovering over a snow globe, in that it truly seemed as a separate entity from the planet, itself - like an ominous growth atop the sphere, black and forboding, and seemingly poised to eat the entire planet whole.

I don't remember anything about actually landing, or facing off against the Decepticon giant.


Dream Two
"Soap"

Friends, family members and I had been taken at gun-point. There was this little faction of forgettable villains who were going to use me in their scheme to help spring one of their associates from a local prison. Apparently, their plan involved fitting me with some device - which was disguised as a bar of soap - and having me trojan it into the prison. I don't exactly remember what the device actually did, but what I do remember is that they were planning on getting it into the prison by shoving it up my a$$. As one might imagine, I was not down for this.

They, however, didn't really care about my opinion. I was told that, if I didn't comply, they would kill all of us without question. I was chained up by my arms, and some woman stood before me (looking a lot like Emma Frost from the new X-Men movie). I could see the plans for the device, printed on the wall behind her. She moved in closer to me, bringing her hands up and snapping on a pair of latex gloves. I knew that this was not going to be pleasant. Suddenly, though, I realized that I was dreaming! I was just completely creeped out by this situation, though, and the first thing that I did with my lucidity was instinctively cause myself to wake up.


Dream Three
"Market Melee"

I was an employee in a grocery store. There was quite a bit that had gone on, already, that I don't remember, but I soon became aware that there was a faction of ninjas and other assassins coming to kill me. I can't remember how I found this out, but I remember walking through the aisle, pushing a stock cart, while explaining to my older, female boss about the killers that were coming for me. She had been walking with me, accusing me of stealing beer from the freezer. Shortly after the accusation, though, she admitted that she found out it wasn't me, but Keifer Sutherland (who was apparently a co-worker) was the guilty party. Again, most of this part I've forgotten. Soon, though, I had become lucid, and anticipating the insurgency.

I don't remember much about when the assassins first started showing up - only that they were mostly a bunch of generic ninjas. I thought about my previous dream, and figured that the assassin concept might have been left over from my prison-scheme escape. They would attack in small groups, but I was just completely outclassing them with martial arts. And there was one female ninja, in particular, to whom I remember giving a vicious spinning heel kick to the face, and at one point, I was walking around the store with a pair of padded nunchaku (like the ones I have IRL, only black instead of white) taunting my attackers with a practice toy.

I remember one break I took, between skirmishes, to rub a stuffed bear on a nearby shelf, taking in the texture and using it to try to solidify the dream state. It worked a bit, but then I got into more fights, and my clarity began waning. At one point, I almost completely lost the dream. I could feel my waking world eyelids, and I tried to keep them from opening. In the dream, things were fading to black. I relaxed and held my eyes closed, but moved my ('real') eyes, as if looking around the room, trying to bring the grocery store environment back into view. After a bit of focus, and taking a brief look at my hands, things were much more vivid again.

There was a short break in the fighting, shortly after, and what seemed like an intermission in the dream. I was no longer lucid, and riding in a car with a girl who seemed to be a mix between my baby's mom and MJ. Apparently, this girl and I had an infant daughter with each other. She looked a lot like my ex's (MJ) daughter, and even had her daughter's lazy eye, but her eyes were a bright, almost neon green. In the car, I saw the mother being really rough with the baby and, when I went to say something, I noticed that it was just a baby doll in her hands, and the child was safe in her seat. Soon, we were back in the grocery store - baby and all. What I had come to find out was that this baby was rather advanced at her age, and some of the gestures she did, like waving and smiling, were just really surreal to see coming from a kid as little as she was.

Some time around here, my mom had showed up in the dream. I noticed that there were a few strange men following me. Until this time, I had forgotten about the initial onslaught of ninjas, but I was quickly reminded by the shadowy figures looming behind me. I remembered that I was dreaming, and this faction was apparently still after me. I left the child with my mom and drew my followers up near the front of the store. A few stray girls from around the store began to follow along as well, like groupies, which I thought was funny. Now that we were up near the check out counters, I turned to let these guys know that they'd been following me long enough. These particular guys were much more like thugs than ninjas (and kind of more-closely fit the look of the goons from the previous dream), one of them dressed in leather with a biker's vest. We had one particular exchange, where he kept telegraphing that he was going to throw a foot sweep. I kept waiting for it, and when it inevitably came, I hopped over it and twisted at the hip with a roundhouse kick to his face. I remember looking down at him and seeing a pool of blood forming beneath him as he lay there. It looked strange, though; like a crystalized liquid. I reached down to it, and actually picked up the whole red puddle at once, as if it were made of glass. When I got it a few feet off of the ground, it instantly turned back into liquid and splashed down on the ground in front of me.

There was one more opponent that I remember, after the 'biker.' He was dressed to the 9's in a blue tuxedo, slick black hair tucked under a matching top hat. He stood confidently with a magician's wand in one hand. From inside the leather vest of the downed biker, I removed a shoge. I knew I had no experience with a shoge in waking life, but since I was dreaming, I wasn't the least bit worried about it. I began whirling the chained weapon like a pro, using a few generic wrist twirls, and the weapon became a bladed blur. As nonchalant as could be, the magician raised his wand and began spinning it in front of him, between his fingers. I unleashed a barrage of swipes with the shoge - still rotating it around in something of a figure eight - but he blocked every motion with the effortless twirling of his wand as if it were a baton.

This stand-off was the last thing I remember.


Dream Four
"Dirty Pool"

I was on a high wall, on the backside of a power plant or something. Murky water/waste was running out of a tube below me - set high in the wall that was standing on - and falling down into a run-off pool. Todd and I were messing around on top of the wall, telling some jokes that I can only remember had something to do with Jean-Claude Van Damme. In the middle of one of my impersonations of him, I ended up falling over the railing nearest to me. Somehow, on my way down to the dirty water, Todd caught me by one leg and pulled me back up onto the wall.

Below another section of this wall, there was a wire-mesh platform suspended over the pool. There was a commotion, and we moved over to get a closer look. Two fighters were circling each other on this mesh, with a crowd of onlookers around them. I can't remember what he was doing, but something tipped me off that the fatter, shirtless fighter (apparently the reigning champ) was cheating. I started yelling accusations at him from my perch, and he was getting visibly annoyed. After 'winning' his fight, he finally called up to me, challenging me for running my mouth, and not coming down to fight him and prove that I had room to talk. At first, I just waved him off. I might have caught the guy cheating, but I'm not stupid, and I know that this guy had the size to just destroy me. Just when I was wondering how to get out of the situation with some dignity, I realized that this had to be a dream. Immediately, my timidness disappeared. I smiled down at him and jumped over the railing, from where I was standing, dropping down toward the mesh platform. It was a good 20ft drop and, halfway down, I tried to levitate before touching the mesh. I wasn't able to pause in the air, but I landed without even bending my knees, with the platform giving just a bit under my weight. It was a relaxed stance that felt a little awkward, but I held it, because it made me cool, as if showing off that I was completely unfazed by this dude's challenge, or the superhuman leap I had just taken.

Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the blow-by-blow, during the fight. All I can remember was that the guy was so slow and sloppy, and I was just completely destroying him. He would lunge and swing and flail - but not hit anything - and I would just be all over him, slinging quick combination counter-punches. I ended up winning, but don't really remember anything after that.


Dream (Fragment) Five
All I remember is riding a folding chair down Palm Springs Road, in Altamonte, like it was a luge. The road was on a steep incline (which it's not, in waking life), and I was just zooming. It was so much fun and intense. I didn't have any brakes, so I had to lean left and right as hard as I could, at breakneck speed, trying to dodge traffic. There was one time where I was unable to hold my line around a sharp turn, just as an 18-wheeler was coming around the corner, toward me. Careening out of control, ended up going under the bed of the truck, and sliding out the other side before the rear tires had a chance to run me over. That's about all I can recall.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! My intentions yesterday paid off. Got my desired lucid after a short WBTB six hours into sleep. I got jerked out of it though because my arm was hurting so much. Although I'm still satisfied to have my first WBTB during a workday to be a success.

21.00: Sleep

03.00: Running
*I'm with my brother Martin and my sister Madde. We cross a big bridge going over a river, and something I can't recall is lying on the ground. Might have been a human, anyways they take care of the cold and wet thing while I feel like picking up trash. There's plastic bags all over the road and I pick them all up. As I grab the last one, my siblings comes running towards me again. "Run!" they yell and we all run. After a while of running we reach a few gates, that are closed. I turn around and watch my dad wearing a "Scream" mask come towards us. I threaten to hit him with my elbow. He laughs at me and takes the mask off. I get a weird, anxious feeling. It feels like something really frightening will show up any minute.

03.00: WBTB 5 minutes

04.10: The mad teenager MILD
I'm at a house up on a small mountain, perhaps thirty feet up from the pavement below. I can hear people shouting all of a sudden. "Why won't he leave us alone?" some girl asks her father as I watch a few people enter their houses below to my right. A few seconds later, a chubby teenager with a shotgun appears. He starts pumping rounds into the house and the windows break one by one. He reloads the shotgun quickly. He's got some backpack on his back in which he probably carries his ammo.

I realise I can't stand where I'm at, he'll see me and kill me. I retreat to the side of the house behind some rocks. I can still see his head as he turns it my way and starts shooting the windows of my house. I get up and run even further back, but he notices me! He tries to shoot me but I duck behind cover. After a salvo I can hear him reloading. I quickly look up from behind my rocks. He cocks the shotgun and starts shooting again, wasting all his bullets on the rock.

"Alright then, how about this?!" he yells at me. I peek and watch as he turns his shotgun around, and points the stock at me, only it's not a stock but a big hole. I realise it's a bazooka and throw myself to the ground. I hear a loud "thump" and watch above me as a grenade the size of a grape lands twenty feet infront of me. It explodes in a cascade of fire, a very slow burning fire. It's molotov or something like it. Another "thump" sounds and this time it lands just ontop of my rock, spraying my neck with some hot liquid.

I hold my neck, it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. "Alright it's time for an air ball" he says and starts explaining the next thing coming up. It's a ball that will release alot of air, fueling the fires and making them burn up in a flash. I realise this will probably kill me. "Don't worry, I have nerfed them a bit with copper wire, so they're 10% less effective" he says and I can see a label infront of my eyes, it's got the name of the copper wire, what it does and the cost. It's pretty expensive.

I can't wait to get out of there, so I stand up and look at the crazed teen. He holds his gun down into the ground for some reason, but I don't care to find out. I jump over the next rock and head into the forest lying behind. The gravity seems to be off, and it feels like I'm on the moon.

I realise I'm dreaming as I grab a wooden framework with my hands and swing far into the forest. I jump on a few logs more. Hmm, I don't want to do payback with super powers. I gotta find my dream weapon. I feel my right hip, trying to find my curved katana which should be hanging there. I seem to be wearing alot of shirts though, and after I've removed a few layers, I only feel skin. It's not there. I feel on my left side for a small shuriken bag, but nothing. God damnit!

I start heading back anyways, but I take a longer path that turns in an arch, which will eventually flank him. I jump through the forest at a high speed. How to find my weapon? I take a look at a few rocks, perhaps I can find them under there using passive control? I see a small shack up ahead where the forest clears up. I jump over a dirt road and walk up to the shack. It's a very old shack, looks just like an old kitchen but there are no walls except the one infront of me. It has alot of drawers and cupboards on it.

I see two big black and white posters hanging on them. They both depict super heroes of some sort, with claws like "Vega" has in "Street fighter." I open one of the drawers, they're super old and dust is everywhere. It has nothing in it. I open the next, this one has a few kitchen items in it, aswell as old rusty saw blades. They're tiny though and they won't do. I open a few more drawers, and in the biggest one of them I find some stuff that looks atleast a bit promising.



I pick them up, they look exactly the same. It's two small sickles that have been folded to fit in the drawer better. I jerk with my hand and they open. They're rusty and very thin, but it's something. I look some more in the drawer and find a whole bunch of very thin, small throwing knives. I pick them up. I throw one on the wall, but it doesn't do much and just fall to the ground. I put the bunch of knives in my belt and hold both sickles as I hear a shout. He's getting closer. I intend to face him head on, but I haven't realised the light was going out. I walk onto the road when the dream begins to fade.

I wake up in pain, my arm under me, fast asleep.

05.30: Fragments
*I'm playing WoW with my brother Morgan. He's going to do some high level instance, and wants me to come. I don't care and just play my own instance instead.

*I'm with a few friends at a park. My brother Martin is there and he's setting up a big tent. A dog appears and ruins his attempt and I call the dog to me. I scratch it behind its ears. Some guy shows up and tells my two friends that they're allowed to stay at some hotel for free because they've helped him or something.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements: 200 mg B6, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

Tasks completed
NORMAL BASIC ACTIVE BASIC PASSIVE ADVANCED PERSONAL

Find my dream weapon and smash things with it. (Not fully completed)

That's it! Did find a few weapons, but didn't smash things with them. Also I don't think that was my dream weapon either. I'm waiting for the "right one" so to say. I'll know when I've found it. Task only half completed, if even that. Also I think I know what I have to do next time. I need to reach down into my pockets and dig deep for whatever I want. I can't just summon a sword by my hip just like that. It's not a part of my normal self, so I have to use a bit of passive control to get what I want. Pretty sure I can find something if I dig around for a while.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

So I recently caught a sickness over the weekend, and that probably caused a dream that actually made sense AND was fun.


I was at my friend's house, in the back yard, which was a forest of tall pine trees with little sun coming in from the top. The forest floor was completely blanketed with pine needles, and some other foresty things. This area of the neighborhood was a popular place to build tree houses, I could count at least three from the back yard.

We walked around, talking mostly about Minecraft I'd imagine, since we were both addicts. Then My friend paused, and so did I, as a group of knife-wielding people walked into the yard from around the corner of the house. There were about three, walking in a triangle, the one in the center leading them.

"That's John," My friend whispered, referring to the leader.

John approached him and pushed him out of the way, onto the ground. None of the group seemed to acknowledge me. John picked up a bronze horse bust from the ground. "This looks important," He noted, and walked off with it.

The dream transitioned to inside of the house, in a blank hallway with guns laying on the ground. A rifle, sniper, pistol, shotgun, and SMG. We were arming ourselves for a second encounter. My friend took a pistol and SMG, and I took the shotgun and sniper.

We were outside again, and my friend was tweaking around with the SMG.
"Look," He said. "I made it work." I didn't know it was broken, but then I remembered a false memory of it being broke. He shot it into the ground to demonstrate, but it was so inaccurate he had to hold the weapon sideways in order to make it fire in front of him.

I heard voices from the front yard of the house.

"Looks like we're being hunted," my friend said. He moved to to the corner, and gestured for me to follow.

We heard laughter from the other side of the corner.

"Ha, they think we cant see them." John said, moving out from the corner, with a pistol. He now had five people following him. My friend moved out first, targeting some of John's followers, kicking one in the face.

I rolled closer to John.

"Gentlemen," I said, striking the pistol out of his hand as I rose. I primed the shotgun and pointed the barrel at his face.

John smirked. "You wouldn't."
I considered this. I moved the barrel to his shoulder and squeezed the trigger.

Click.

John laughed.
"Crap," I mentioned, and simply hit him over the head with the shotgun, knocking him out. I pushed his body aside before it finished falling. I zigzagged forward, striking somebody who was aiming a pistol at me in a nerve, and then kicked him in the solar plexus, just to be safe.

I was teleported to one of tree houses, which was little more than a platform. I was laying down, aiming with my sniper. My friend had taken down one, and the remaining two were trying to surround him. I sniped one in the thigh, and he tipped over. Knowing I'd soon be noticed by the other, I abandoned by sniper, unclipped my shot gun from my belt. There was a zip line to the tree a few meters to my left. I got a running start and jumped towards the zip line, narrowly catching it. I grabbed both ends of my shotgun and used it to slide down. Halfway to the end, I released my grip, did a flip towards the enemy, twirled, still in the air, and kicked him across the face, propelling him several meters.

I landed on my feet, panting. My stomach muscles tensed. I said something witty, which I forgot, and the dream ended.

08/22/2011
Dream One:
"Escort Servicemen"

I was a soldier, during a modern war, and we men were going through some trial, where we had to choose wives from a crowd of random women, and prove ourselves worthy of them by escorting them through this sort of 'bonding' exercise. That exercise consisted of leading them into a hostile area, reaching a checkpoint at about 100 yards, and then escorting them back to our camp. The twist was that we men were given blast-resistant suits, and the women were made to remain in their civilian clothing. With our flack suits, we men had to shield our prospective women with our bodies, while escorting them across the killing field, constantly maneuvering ourselves to block the bullets and explosive blasts barreling in on us from all sides.

The conditions were hellish, moving from cover to cover, but getting tagged by all kinds of ammunition, while we staggered through the explosions, bullets zipping by our ladies' uncovered bodies. We did our best to traverse the field, but I watched many couples die in their attempts, either blown apart by ordinance or gunned down by shots to unprotected areas. The smoke was blinding, and the explosions were disorienting, but my future bride and I had finally made it to the end of the field. This was like the hornets' nest, and the resistance greatly intensified. I don't even remember the moment at which we hit the checkpoint and began our way back, but we were soon huddling back toward camp, fighting off the continued barrage.

It was then that I noticed that I couldn't feel the woman in my padded arms anymore. Looking down at the hollow between my arms, I saw that she was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I knew what happened, stopping in place and turning back to face the checkpoint. It was now being swarmed with enemy combatants, and I knew that I had somehow lost her in the fray. For a moment, I tried to muscle my way back toward the checkpoint, but I was getting hammered with heavy machine gun fire and RPG's - smoke trails streaming out from the 'hornets next' and detonating on and around my huge, cumbersome flack suit.

Finally, caught a glimpse of her, through the smoke and flames, she was being hanged. I can't remember if I actually saw her, or just a silhouette, but I remember the image of her dangling from the noose, before being cut down and then impaled on a spike, as if to be propped up for show. At this point, I knew there was nothing I could do and I turned to make my way back to camp, feeling absolutely horrible about my failure...and still getting rocked by explosions and assaulted with gunfire. On the way back, I found another woman on the ground. Her protector had been killed, and she was down in the dirt, completely helpless. I lifted her to her feet and shielded her as I had done with the other woman, guiding her the rest of the way back to camp to meet up with the rest of the survivors. I don't remember anything that happened when I got there, though.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
I was on a stretch of dirt road which ran alongside a highway - the two roads separated by a chain-link fence. I had to get from one side of the dirt road to another, on foot, and there were a few people with me. The thing was, whenever we'd try to get across this stretch of dirt and grass, we would get killed by some psychopath who was roaming the area. Then, we would have to 'restart' at the beginning of the stretch, and try to take another route, or move through a little more quickly to try avoid the killer. I remember that he would kill really disturbing ways, and I recall one time having my entrails carved out of my body with a spoon.

There was also a female voice narrating the entire dream's details, like a commentator on some 'shocking video' show. That's about all I remember of the dream, though. I don't know if I ever ended up getting passed that stretch of road.

Dream (Fragment) Three:
All I really remember was that I was skateboarding with some old friends. I've never been all that great at skateboarding, but I was rather impressed with myself, in the dream. I pulled off a few ollies and one flip trick where I stood the board up vertically and balanced on it, but for setting it back down on the wheels.

This is my first entry, and my first time in any sense attempting to record a dream, having had one.

It's only recently I began remembering my dreams, and only that because of a brief reading about lucid dreaming.

I'll start backwards because it'll help me remember:

The final segment was my mother revealing some information about the downfall of a friend of mine's family. In real life this friend of mine I saw last night at a party and he is headed off to the Cayman Islands to teach Cello - maybe that was why he was in my head.

It was just an oblique about the success of this guy's older brother, who displayed great academic achievement, as opposed to some of the other siblings who were more along the lines of great musical achievement. He was already publishing articles as head boy at the private school he went to - before the family collapsed. I suppose all this provoked in me was an extra sense of sadness at all the potential some of these kids had, and the distruption their various life trajectories underwent, as they ended up having their home life and family taken out from underneath them, and the effects this has had on them. All this was being told me on the day before a set of exams I had to do, which stayed with to the point I was sitting on the dewed grass of a green that was familiar yet unfamiliar of a university which was similar yet different to the one I went to.

Then interestingly came a focus to my own home. Which was unrecogniseable and yet familiar. It was labyrinthine, with loads of rooms I had never seen before and yet which seemed vaguely familiar. One which sticks in my head was a cored nursery which was the only room which looked unused but was being kept for that purpose for some peculiar reason. Maybe because my mother still hopes sooner or later a cousin on or somesuch will bring a child over.

Then comes the basement, which seems to have been where I was. It seems to have been some kind of a workshop for me. It was full of wooden cutout figures that had painted faces; curiously grotesque and horrific yet comical and almost funny as well. It was darkly lit and mostly cement, with a cool, almost wet sense to the air. A backdoor to the basement opened out to a dry desert road going around the side of a mesa. On a layby slightly below this road I was building a very large gattling gun out of rather ineffectual materials. In some cases there was metal, bullets, cables, things which in themselves seemed to overheat and break far too quickly. Meanwhile some important structural parts of the machine were being done in cardboard, and I didn't see how strange that was.

Anyway that's it in reverse order.

I was in a desert. Very dry, sandy. I had a gun in my hand and a couple of Ocarina of Time characters were next to me. They were also holding guns. We came to a hill and tented right there. Then a hoard OF ZOMBIES APPEARED!!! Everyone shot at them and we ran back home

I was at my house in my parents' room. My dad said he could play guitar and said he'd show me how to play sometime. But he never did

At this doing i became semi-lucid
In a forest, I saw one penguin in a cage and three baby penguins holding on to the cage. The father said, "Run run!" And so they did.
They came upon a glass with people inside it and screamed, "Help help!" But no one came. They ran into a room with shelves and found a turtle. They picked it up and ran into another room. Here they found a TALKING turtle. They switched the turtles, making them handle the talking one. The forest turned into my house and one of the penguins turned into me. Whore-ay. And I took care of the turtle and we went to some castle themed amusement park The end.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I'm not sure if I should be pissed, or happy. Just woke up from the longest lucid dream I have ever had, but sadly I only recall two thirds of it... Had another LD after falling asleep aswell, and the dreams were very entertaining for me last night. Lots of recall, and four of my set tasks completed!

01.00: Sleep

06.00: Kicking some ass
I wake up in bed and someone's standing next to it. I freak out for a second before I recognise him, it's Fredrik from my old class. "Hey man!" he says and takes a big swig of beer. He's clearly very drunk. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him. I can hear them partying up above, and figure he came from there. He sits down in a chair next to my bed and spills some beer. He lights a cigarette.

"Get out!" I tell him. He refuses to get up and burns my sheets. I grab the chair he's sitting in and throws it into a corner next to my sofa. "What the hell man?" he asks and kicks at me, hitting my balls. "Ouch! Get out!" I tell him and flex. He kicks me some more. "This is your last warning!" he kicks me again. I slam my elbow right in his face. Dropping him to the floor. I pummel the shit out of him with kicks, knees and elbows. After a while I grab him and throw him out of the apartment.

A minute later, the doorbell rings. I take a look in the peephole and I can see three guys standing outside of my door. I recognise atleast two of them as my brother's friend and one of his friend's older brother. I open the door and they want to come in. I invite them in and realise I have to talk my way out of this mess. "We want you to explain what happened" one of them tells me. My mom is in my apartment with a few kids now, and they're making alot of noise. We walk into a room and I'm trying to remember exactly why I kicked their friend's (or brother's) ass. The kids are still making alot of noise, and I can't remember properly.

06.00: Flying and falling MILD
I'm lucid, and have been for more than ten minutes already. I'm with two other people, one whom I think is my grandma and the other one is my friend Eric. As I have been using one super power already, telekinesis, I figure it's time to use another. "Let's fly!" I tell them and start to float. I grab Eric with telekinesis and make him fly aswell. My grandma seems to know what to do, but we're not ascending quickly. "Wow this is a stable lucid dream, I've been lucid for what, ten minutes now?" I ask my grandma. "About that yeah" she says. I remember my current task, to free fall.

I look down at the ground below, we're atleast 40 feet up. I let me and Eric go, and we start falling. "Wooohooo!" I say as we fall towards the ground. Just a few inches from the ground though, we're stopped by some invisible force. "God damnit" I say. Pretty cool though to have superpower survival instincts. I jump a bit and take off again. This time, I bring out a big rubber band, and fling it at my grandma while still holding it. It attaches itself to her, and I drag myself upwards. We fly upwards into darkness for a while.

The dream skips. I head through a door into a corridor. My three friends Eric, Felix and G are just behind me. It's like we've just come to a house up in the sky from flying. I spot the silhouette of two naked girls in a window. We all hoot a bit. I look around, we're in a living room. My friends take a seat in the couches and chairs and turns on the TV. I sit down in a corner. "Can someone turn on the light? This dream is so dark, and I'm afraid of losing it" I say. Felix flips a switch, making the room brighter.

I sit down in a couch and watch some TV. Eric starts talking some really random trash. I get up. "I don't feel like wasting my lucid, I'm out" I say and walk up to a window behind him which is open just a little bit. I throw myself out the small crack and free fall once again, but this time a pine tree is in the way. Several branches smack me in the face before I land on the ground head first.



I get up and check if I'm injured. My arms and my neck actually hurts. "Cool!" I say and turn around towards the house again. Two kids comes out from the back door. I wonder what I should do now, with so many tasks done. I remember the girls in the window. I give each kid a big smack in the head and they fall down, then head inside and close the door. I'm in a laundry room, and there are prison bars infront of me. I can see stairs behind them. I grab the bars and yell. "Johanna!" The dream begins to fade. I have no idea who that is.

06.00: Fragment
*I'm with my family on a big ranch. We're walking down a muddy path along two electric fences. I spot several big cows on the other side. Two farmers appear and they tell us this place is even bigger than we think.

09.00: Fragments
*I'm fishing with my brother. I catch a pike and reel it in. I soon catch another one. I try not to get entangled in all the weeds growing everywhere.

*I'm with my friends Jonas, Felix and G. We're fishing at the same place I was catching pike in a previous dream. I watch as Felix reels the lure in, and a big pike is following it. Just as it breaks the surface, the pike goes for the lure. The fish flies through the air, over the road we're standing on and into the sea on the other side. We all cheer and laugh our asses off. I spot a fish with an eye on its fin, it looks like a silvery salmon other than that. Jonas grabs a knife and tries to stab it, breaking a couple of sticks someone has put up when he fails.

09.00: The invading kids
I'm at a cabin by the woods. It's dark out, and my family is there with me. I spot something moving in the dark woods. We all run on the porch to the end and head behind a table that's on its side. "My face got all warm" my brother tells me. "I know I saw a car." All of a sudden, we hear an explosion and a blinding flare shoots out from the woods and hits our house. Its white light lights up the night. My dad appears, and I know we have to defend the house. I spot a rifle with a scope on it standing against the wall. My sister grabs a desert eagle and my dad some black army gun. "I want the rifle" I tell him and grab it.

I head down the stairs and as soon as I'm down, a girl comes rushing in through the glass door.



"Freeze! Hands in the air!" she yells at me, pointing a big rifle in my face. I aim at her but I can't just shoot a little girl. I let my rifle go and hold my hands up "Okay, I don't want to get hurt, I give up, ple..." I smack her weapon down on the ground and drop her with a legsweep. My mom shows up, she was in the room next to me. "Take care of her" I tell her and I take my foot off the gun and let my mom stand on it instead.

I can hear a shot go off and turn around. Her older brother, but not much, is shooting at me from outside. He's got a rotweiler barking by his side. I head behind a counter. "Where's the ammo?" I ask my mom. "I don't know" she tells me. The boy fires another shot and I respond with my own shot and reload with the spring. A solid feeling. I spot a box of golden ammo lying on a shelf, but it's in the middle of the corridor. I wait until the boy fires another shot before running towards it and stand behind a small pillar. Another shot is fired and I grab the box of ammo and head upstairs again. I tell my family about the kids.

09.00: Sexfest MILD
I'm watching some big ass orgie go on in a bed. There's a famous porn star there, and she's going at it in ridiculous speed. Like someone's fast forwarding a movie. All of a sudden, there's only my friend Eric and a girl ontop of him, myself and another girl left.

Spoiler for 18+:

I'm naked, and the girl starts sucking me off. It feels way too good though and I ask her to stop after a while. "Do you swallow?" I ask her. "No I don't, you have to come in my hands" she tells me. She gets off me and brings out a bag of red, plastic bag shutters.

Okay, this doesn't feel right. Does she intend to clip those over my balls? I check the time, it's the year 1998. Neither me nor Eric had girlfriends back then, cool. I wipe myself off a bit when I get lucid.

I figure what the hell, might aswell play along. "Alright, blow me" I tell the girl. "Hold on, what will you do for me?" she asks me. "Will you go down on me?" "No way I will, you're probably disgusting down there" I tell her. I can't believe a DC is refusing me! This has never happened before. After a bit of arguing, I agree to go down on her. "Do you promise?" she asks me. "Yes! I promise..." I tell her. She clearly knows I'm not going to do it, because I know it.

She keeps stalling, and I don't have that much time. "Okay then" she says and starts giving me head. Just as she begins, the dream begins to fade. I spiral down into darkness, but the feeling is still there, but vague. Soon I can't feel anything and wake up.

09.00: Escort to MTG shop
I'm with another guy, escorting him through a very grim looking city. A guard dressed in a formal suit appears. He salutes and marches on. "Some routine" I tell the other guy. I've got a black rifle in my hands. We head through a small alley and arrive at a square. Several people are there, most of them looks like bums, dressed in black and hoodies. The entire place feels like "Knockturn Alley" in Harry Potter. I head into a store which I know sells Magic the Gathering cards.

I can't find the deck I wanted to buy though and I head further into the store. A girl on a chair puts out her feet so that I almost trip. She giggles. "Do you have trouble seeing or what?" I ask her. She looks at me, and her right eye goes all red, and I can see laser coming out of it. She's trying to blind me. "Knock that shit out or I'll smack you" I tell her and grab her arm. "Don't fucking look at me" I say and let her go. I grab the decks I can find and ask the guy behind the cashier for the price.

"When will we play?" The guy I was escorting asks me. "Why not now? Anyone in here who wants to play a game?" I say out loud. A Chinese guy tells me he wants to play, and shows me a very rare card. It has all kinds of strange rules I don't recognise, and everything about the card is different. We listen for a while as he explains the rules, nothing makes any sense.

09.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements: None

Tasks completed
NORMAL BASIC ACTIVE BASIC PASSIVE ADVANCED PERSONAL

Recall atleast 6 dreams or fragments in a single night
Use any kind of superpower
Ask a DC for something
Free fall from a height that would normally kill you

That's it! What a crazy ass night of dreaming for only 8 hours of sleep. I hit myself when I couldn't recall more of that lucid, it would have been the most epic lucid up to date. I know I had a very nice time, and the length of it was incredible. I'm only used to a couple of minutes of lucidity.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Inspired by 'America's Got Talent', one of my first dreams was about some wily buddies of mine doing an acrobatics stunt show. We were all in a matted red-floored arena. We were doing acrobatic butt-painting: not that we were painting butts, instead, we were painting WITH our butts.

It went like this: buddy number one would dip his butt in paint, and then do this super diving board stunt that would launch him hundreds of feet into the air. On the way down, he'd smack his painted butt onto a canvas and make a big ol' paint smear. Everybody would start cheering. All things considered, it was very impressive and clearly required some highly exacted and specialized skill. Go him.


Next thing I know, I'm in the mountains with my Dad, and we're hunting these cool birds that look like gray pigeon-parrots. I'm shooting a shotgun with dense rounds of bird shot. The gun is hard for me to handle at times, and at one point I get afraid of its weight and power in my hands and discharge it into the gray mist of the forest. Soon after, my Dad and I see one of the pigeon-parrots fly towards us with what seems to be a broken wing. We go to rescue it.

While standing next to the pigeon-parrots, the scene morphs, and Father and I are on a truck in a small mountain road. Some guys in the car next to us ask about the way to Camp Chawanakee, an old Boy Scout camp I used to go to every Summer.

These were my first decently vivid ones in a while... some weird shit, bro!

So in one of these dreams, I was at some kind of theme/thrill park - but this park was in the forest, and everything was built out of old wood, and the paths were dirt. There was a "ride", or more like a tour, that I went on that involved walking around this old wooden enclosure that was extremely humid. I had some notebooks and back-to-college items with me, and everything was getting all wet and fucked up. It was making me so angry! There were these little Lilo-and-Stitch creatures too (in that they looked like Stitch... never seen the movie) that had these fleshy crowns on top of their heads. When I wasn't too busy trying to save my notebooks and getting soaked by the hot dripping air, I would look up at one of these guys and that fleshy crown would open up to reveal some kind of luminescent glowing fairy thing. Later on, me and another visitor had a great little chat about religion.

In other new, I dreamed of going to war. Kind of. This section was wrapped around some kind of conspiracy theory... I THINK it went as follows, kind of: all that our military truly has access to is bows and arrows, and all this stuff we see about guns and tanks on the TV is just a big computer-generated lie, and our military hasn't had access to such technology since the Atlantean War in '92.

Anyways... I was somehow armed with an automatic rifle despite this conspiracy, and was involved in a trench-style standoff between my unit and oncoming military. Who were also armed with rifles. The shooting was very video-game-like. With digital crosshairs and such. I took a few out with headshots and it was damn satisfying. Towards the end, there was kind of like a "boss level" where tons of enemy guys rushed at me. I wasn't scared because it had become far too much like a video game.

There was also a segment that started out with Dad being angry at me and making me run laps. Don't remember what for. Eventually, that seamlessly morphed into some kind of scene in which I was atop a wooden tower with an annoying woman-friend of mine, while watching a riot/and/or/party burning on the street below us. Burning, like fire.

Finally... a really disturbing dream slash nightmare managed to sneak in. It was inspired by my reading about the inefficacy of evil Chemotherapy before bed. (Something to look into, by the way: the FDA works to serve Big Pharma, not the individual: they have been systematically preventing the release of natural and effective cancer preventions and cures for at least the last decade-and-a-half: they profit off of keeping you sick, not curing you...)

Moving on, in this dream I saw a bunch of old people thrown into this bare, concrete room as they underwent Chemotherapy and were subjected in their delirium to toxic drugs, pissing all over each other and dying slowly in this cold room, each one blindly hoping for a cure... God, I don't know if I want to go on. :/


Circumstance:
7.5 hrs sleep
Hemp protein/rice-milk/tomato/avocado/Spirulina/Chlorella smoothie before bed
Woke up around 6am to go to the bathroom, which gave me a good chance to review and commit to memory the first part of the nights dreams.

03.08.2011

Invading The Alien Structure (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the same hallway from my previous dream -- except this time I knew it was inside the skitter structure. (These are the big buildings over cities from Falling Skies.)







I turned around the corner and was with Hal & Tom Mason. (Drew Roy and Noah Wyle)











We all had G36C guns with iron sights. We ran down an empty hallway only to hear a skitter.

It was shot in the head once and killed. Around the corner was a garry's mod general prop -- triangular prism this time. Some knights on horses came running down the hallway and Hal curled into a ball to fit inside this prop -- as it was no-collided (visible but passable, like jumping inside a pool of paint.)

They left and he continued forward -- as did I. THey came back and I jumped into this prop. They were on white horses and reared them directly over the prop. However, they never came crashing down on me, and instead turned and ran off. I got out and saw no sign of them.

Dream fades.

02.08.2011

rp_downtown yellow warehouse (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yet another dream about rp_downtown from Garry's Mod.

I was inside the yellow warehouse. I built a 2nd story out of general props and ahd shelves and covers which opened by a keypad. The storage room inside was mirrored on the other side as well, and there was a trap door next to the one on the side it shouldn't be.

Metro police came and were searching for printers. "You don't have a warrant," and they left.

People tried to raid through the back entrance and I was shooting them up with an m3 shotgun.

I jumped over the super admin's head and shot him. He died. Another person came and killed me.

02.08.2011

Bundle of Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was engaged in an m3 shotgun fight with somebody. I killed them and another person came up. I jumped over them and shot them in the head.

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Jordan Mencel decided to take off from his regular music and was singing a concert. He sounded absolutely terrible. He was autotuned, but it was like... 15 cents flat every time. It sounded very raspy.

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Metro Police from HL2 came into my house to search for money printers.
"You can't prove that. You need a warrant. They looked pretty intimidating, but I wasn't giving in one bit.
"You need a warrant. You can't prove I have anything."







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cut mp3. Those two words say it all really. Nothing to explain here. Cutting mp3s in FL Studio 9 or 10.

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I was in my old theatre teacher's class. We were in the auditorium doing something for a play.

No clue what she failed/should have passed.. All I know is what I was thinking.
A girl failed and was crying hysterically. She couldn't understand it either. (neither could I, she should have passed with flying colors). The teacher said "appreciate your the talents you have and quit crying over this."

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Another girl from this same class was playing a rock concert. She was playing guitar. She wore a short pink dress, it was mega hot. Haha.

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I was in a minecraft world (though it wasn't cubed or 16x16 texture. It was like real life.

"I need some dirt blocks to finish this." I said.
The skidder looked at me, made a few futuristic noises, and said "over there." He was holding a minecraft block (or rather, sphere) of the globe.







I went over and grabbed this ball of dirt and carried it and continued building my dirt wall.

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