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(in the same week as Golden Gate Death, a previous dream)

It starts off as a school stress dream. Me and one of my friends from my class have our final (during finals week) and we can't find a place to print our papers. etc.

The dream shifts

My friend is still there, I am pretty sure he is just a carry over from the previous dream.

We are taken hostage, by a man with a gun. He is wearing a white shirt and has black hair. He is having small talk with my friend about something. I tell him something like "you wont get away with this."

In the distance I can hear a fancy party going on. All I can see are shadows, and hear feint music and talking. I say something like "you can fire that gun because they'll hear you." He says something like "oh yeah..."
He shoots me in the stomach. I don't feel the pain but I feel wet, and I feel it extend as a bleed.
The party continues to go on with no one noticing. I am confused on how they could not hear something so loud.

I try to get their attention, and yell "Help!" I feel myself become weaker.
No response. I feel my body being drained, I am getting tired, but I know if I fall asleep I'll die.
"help.." I yell noticeably quieter. The gunman mocks me. "You can never reach them now"

I know I am going to die no matter what now, it is to late to save me. But I can at least not let that asshole get away with just shooting me and going on his merry way.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself "HELP!!" I scream until the fabric of the dream fades and I wake up saying "help"

I felt empty all day...

(from years ago)
(I could feel everything)

I was late for history class and was running to try and make it. I open the door to see that everyone is there and the classroom is different. The right side is the room is a normal almost cliche looking classroom setting, but starting a little right of the middle of the room a circular section of the classroom was replaced with water that extended into a vast ocean on the right. In the distance (still close enough to see clearly) there were a row of large arcs facing toward the classroom.

My first thought is: "Crap I didn't study!" (apparently an arc with oceans is some kind of exam XD)
It is my turn to "take the exam" only there are a bunch of steps I have to go through first in order to complete it.
I am partnered with a random kid from class, and the first think we have to do is attack each other with a series of kung fu moves while underwater. (I assume this was part of not studying since I did not know what they were or what the objective was). Whoever had the edge would get a head start to the arc, and the object of the "exam" was to blow up the arc before the opponent.

The teacher sees I do not know what I am doing and sighs. He begins to explain the kung fu moves again, but briefly. I feel confident that I understand. Their are 3-5 strikes in all (I can specifically remember) the last one being an upper cut, bringing both players to the surface. I stand their waiting for it to start, and as soon as it does he hits me with all the strikes in quick succession before I can even swing my arm and find my self floating with swirly eyes on the surface of the water as he swims toward the arcs.

I get my equilibrium back and swim slowly for the arcs. I figure he has a head start anyway so why hurry and get myself tired. I get to the arc and rest my hand on it. This is the point I realize "Hey, I'm dreaming. I don't need to do anything special to blow up this arc if I want. I can just punch it and it will blow!" When my arms was fully cocked and ready to release a huge punch, I forgot I was dreaming and punched the boat with my ineffective assault. It hurt: "Ouch! Why would I do that. Why would I punch a boat?!" (This was funny when I woke up for real XD) Now that the fact it is a dream is forgotten I move on. I see there is a ladder to my left and climbed to the deck.

At first all I see is my face in shock, then I get a look at the deck and it is covered with different kinds of guns. I realized that my opponent had about a 10min head start and was probably decked out with guns right at that moment. I looks around but did not see where he was. I reached down slowly to grab on of the guns, and a bullet shot right through my fore arm. I fell to the ground to avoid getting shot more and grabbed a gun per hand. He was suddenly dressed like Neo from the Matrix practically and as I had predicted, armed with tons of guns.

We exchanged heavy fire. I was shot 6 times in all (right forearm, left side, right calf, right shoulder area, left thigh, and another place I don't remember) and I got him twice before he fell back below deck. He might have thought I was dead, or would die, but I was not sure.

I followed him down a ladder into the ship, but he had already gone into a different room. In the room is a bed with sheets and a blanket and a table covered with teddy bears. I was confused and walked toward the table. I heard a rustling in the other room, so I darted under the bed, and peered out from underneath the hanging sheets. He came out of the door and up to where the teddy bears were. He opened one up and I could see that it was filled with C4. I was shocked that he would be cheating so epically and decided to try and trap him with his own trap. I came out from under the bed quietly and began to ascend the ladder, he heard my footsteps and tried to grab me to keep me in the ship. I kicked him down off the ladder and climbed onto the deck. I shut the top and ran into a leap off the ship into the ocean. I landed with a big splash, and felt the pain of salt water in my wounds. I heard the ship about to blow, and began to swim for my life. It blew. The explosion become a extending golden sphere that was growing fast. I was getting tired. I finally was so exhausted that I just curled up in a ball for protection under the water and hoped for the best. The explosion creeped up to an inch or so away from me before it receded.

I swam to the pier where my friends helped me out of the water.

After I woke up every place I had been shot was a large dense muscle cramp and I had to get in a hot shower to ease the pain. It was worth it though because I passed my exam as far as I know XD

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a couple of dreams last night, but I was too tired to write them down. I did use the G+C combo this morning during a tiny WBTB, and had two dreams afterwards.

23.50: Sleep

07.00: WBTB 10 minutes

09.30: Fishing
I'm with my mom and my brother and we're down at the canal. We've just come back from something and returned to our stuff, some of it stolen. I try to find worms and lift up a metal plate on the ground. Thick purple worms are trying to slither away but I grab them before they have a chance. With a handful of worms I go back to my mom who's already fishing. "Help me out, I've got a big one!" she cries out to me and I grab her line. I can see a huge silvery fish struggling in the water and we pull it up on dry land.

It's a fish that no one eats, and I try to remove the hook. The fish has swallowed the hook and even thought I try to wiggle it out, it's still stuck in there. I take out my knife and tell my mom there's no other way. I stab the fish hard in the head and miss its brain. Some guy who's with us pulls the fish to the side, making my blade cut in an arc into the brain.

09.30: Weird dream
I'm at work with a few coworkers and we're all playing paintball with pink paintball bullets. Snusknicke drives up to me in a large white bus, and tells me to get in. I'm amazed we can afford such a cool vehicle. He drives like a maniac and pulls the handbreak at the end of the street. We spin 360 degrees and slam into the wall of snow by a gate. A large plastic decoration of some sort on the roof comes off. Again we go really fast down the street and I pull my window down and hold up my paintball rifles.

No one shows up and with the speed we've got, I'm sure we will crash. He drives the bus off of a hill and down into a creek. "If we die, I'll see you in Nangiala" I tell him and hold on for dear life. Instead of crashing through the windshield at impact, we bounce up again and fly over the trees. After some airtime we finally land the thing on the ground. I get out and look back at the annihilated bus. It's upside down.

Some Spanish dude tries to run away with a few plastic cups and I tell him to stop. I inspect what he's holding and after a while I tell him he can have them. Björn is there instead of Snusknicke and we get in the bus again. I open the fridge and check if anything's left. Everything's in perfect order, but it's all upside down. I have no idea how the soda's and food are even able to stay like that, but I don't think much about it. We go up some stairs to a room, and stay there for a while. Suddenly we can hear voices outside. Björn tells me to be quiet and we stand there for a long time, just listening. "Bar Eneng! Bar Eneng! Bar Eneng!" the people outside are chanting.

"Do you think we should stand on one side each of the stairs with a knife ready?" I ask Björn. He tells me to be quiet. I realise they probably think we're ghosts and I can see silhouettes outside. They must have seen me through the white linen cloth draped over the windows. Björn tells me to follow his lead and put a white cloth over us. Apparently we're going to pretend we're actually ghosts. Walking down the stairs, he holds up a speaker. "This is insane" I whisper to him. I feel like we're walking in slowmotion and people downstairs are watching us. I'm sure we're going to get busted any second.

Suddenly some kind of menu pops up and I can see different quests being completed. Just like in WoW. All quests are turned in except for one. An old woman walks up to me and asks me where her daughter is. I have no answer and she pokes me with a thin black rod. Our plan failed. From this point on, everything feels more like a strong thought than a dream, as people start pulling guns on eachother and we barricade ourselves in a room.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

01/11/2011
"Turf War"

I was in a hotel, I believe. My mom and Cierra were there. Mom had come out of the room, in a pair of roller blades and a black spandex outfit. She had lost a lot of weight and looked amazing. (She has been working out really hard, lately.) She told me that she was going for a skate and asked if Cierra and I wanted to tag along. I remember just being really proud of her and not being able to believe how much younger she looked.

Later, we were all walking through the hood. I had eventually become lucid, but I don't actually remember how or when. At some point, we came across a large gang milling around, outside of a house. They told us they were preparing for a war, and that a rival gang was coming to their block, to try to take over. They were pretty much recruiting everyone that could, to help fight, and since I was lucid, I figured what the hell.

Along came the insurgency. An enormous group of hoodlums came walking up the street, toward us. I didn't exactly count, but there were definitely 50 or more; tightly packed together, so that they all fit between the curbs of the two-lane street. Immediately, I broke ahead of "my own" gang, and started stalking toward them - smiling. I belted out something along the lines of :"Are you motherfuckers crazy?? You all have no idea what's about to happen, do you??" They didn't even give me the courtesy of a response. They simply opened fire. I continued walking forward, the bullets slamming into me me with all the brute force of pebbles at a concrete wall. I was calmly closing the gap between us, silently reveling in the can of whoop-ass I was about to open on these clowns. Suddenly, from off to my left, a huge dog came sprinting in toward me. I don't figure that it belonged to any of the other gang members, but that it was just a neighborhood stray. Before I could even react, it snapped it's jaws down on my right hand, pulling and tugging at me with the total force of it's body-weight. It really didn't hurt very much, but I couldn't ignore the raw power that was behind the rest of the dog. Even though I knew I was dreaming, and had dissociated from the biting sensation on my hand as best I could, the dog was still causing me to stumble back and almost trip over myself, trying to get free.

I don't remember anything after that.

01/08/2011
(Still been playing a lot of Modern Warfare 2, so I've been having quite a few dreams involving firefights, but my recall has been pretty shoddy and I haven't been remembering very much lately.)

"Blades and Bullets"

This dream was like a massive round of Team Deathmatch, and it was absolute chaos. It was night out, and the match was soldiers vs. ninjas. Everywhere, people were just running around, taking each other out. The ninjas were using every nook and cranny that could, to launch surprise attacks, whenever possible. We were on some sort of compound, that really didn't have very many walls, but had lets of wooden beams and banisters. It kind of looked like it might have been a Japanese compound, but I can't be sure. The battle was just fast and intense, there wasn't much time to seek cover or anything, just run and gun, whether down on the ground or running over the conjoined rooftops of the compound. Sometimes, either time would get intel on enemy meetings, waiting for large numbers to show up in one place before launching an ambush and taking out as many people as possible.

The last thing I remember is a huge swinging log trap coming down at me. When I dove out of the way, it flew passed and smashed into the base of another enormous tree, causing it to topple over...right toward me. I got up and ran like hell just as the tree crashed to the ground.



01/10/2011
Fragment
Another Call of Duty type of dream. I was in the city street at night, fighting waves and waves and waves of opposing soldiers, which were coming in from all angles. It was a lot like the "Body Count" Spec Ops mission on Modern Warfare 2. I took a lot of bullets, and this dream was actually very painful (though I believe I was wearing armor, so I was able to keep fighting). I also had a partner in this dream (I had played this mission with Todd, recently.), but I'm not exactly sure who it was.

★★★★☆

01/12/11

Darth Vader is quite literally on ice, lying frozen in the bathtub. All part of your regular Wednesday morning kidnapping attempt. The plan is to free Vader from the control of the Emporer, and to take our chances with a renegade Sith Lord. (Large-scale mayhem is the most likely outcome, but to Parker, that might just be the most interesting one.)

I'm stripping the Stormtrooper uniform off of some poor, dead bastard when a man in a black flight suit rounds the corner. He freezes for a moment, processing me, half dressed as a Stormtrooper and the body half undressed... I shoot him in the head with a blaster pistol.

"Everything okay in there, Nate?" says a voice crackling through the earpiece.

"Everything's fine, Eliot." I reply, putting a hand to my ear. I scowl at the second, inconvenient body for a moment before a new plan starts to form in my mind.

"Parker, are you in position?" I say, pulling on the gloves of my uniform.

"Nate?" says Sophie, concern in her transmitted voice, "What are you thinking?"

I smile as I slip the Stormtrooper helmet over my head. "We're going to steal a Death Star."

Leverage. Scare Factor: 2.

First ever lucid c:

I woke up in a false awakening, walked into my living room and lifted up my hand. I counted six fingers and became lucid. I got pretty excited (and I'm surprised I didn't wake up) I tried to summon wings because I thought flying would be hard, but it summoned a weird bird with a light blue head and a brown body. I killed it and it disappeared. Instead I took a deep breath and started flying and it was a success. Then I tried out telekinesis, but failed. So then I tried summoning George Lopez to no success. I said "Damn, whenever I try to summon George Lopez, nothing happens." My dad then said "Wiggle your toe." I tried this and summoned George Lopez. He came knocking at the front door. Then I was going to go out and explore, but I was quickly trampled by people coming out of limos. (it's like my subconscious doesn't want me to go outside for some reason, any time I tried to I was trampled by more and more people coming out of limos.) So then, noticing I wouldn't be getting out any time soon, I decided to see if anything changed in my house in my dreams. When i went into my sister's room I saw Peach, Daisy, and Mario having a threesome, so I just ran out and cringed at the thought of that. I grabbed my friend Gabe out of the storm of all the people and with him, tried to teleport to the roof of the house. Instead we teleported into a helicopter with exploding loaded guns. I, naturally, threw those guns down on whatever unlucky guy's house they would hit. Then all the non-exploded guns exploded and the loud sound woke me up.

It's a shame I woke because it was so funnnn! I wish I could have explored more and noticed I could do anything in it, but I guess I didn't. >_>

01/06/2010
Fragment One
I was hanging out with some chick who was kind of a cross between AF and LK. AF's real life boyfriend was this hybrid girl's boyfriend in the dream, and they had a son who I believe was representative of LK's real life son. He was not happy that this girl and I were such good friends, and he had a really shitty attitude toward me, the whole time I was there. The last thing I remember is the infant son almost falling off of the bed, at one point.


Fragment Two
I just remember being with family and friends, at Kellen's old house.


Dream Three
"Hang Time with Michael Jordan"

I was on some sort of assassination job. The objective was to kill a High Value Individual, framing one of two factions within a military base. This would effectively cause what one of my commanding officers called a Civil War," within the facility. I don't really remember much about this dream, besides taking the shot, through a set of bars, and hitting the HVI, center mass.

Later, I was in what was basically a cross between a mall and an airport terminal. I had to pull a "drop" job (literally), which consisted of dropping a bag full of something illegal over the second-floor railing, and down to someone making the pick-up, below. It was ridiculously obvious that we were doing something illegal, but...that was the plan. Lol. After the drop, we were making our way out of the building, and security was buzzing all around us. They knew that something had just happened, somewhere in the mall/airport, but they didn't know what, or by whom. We slipped right passed them, and walked out to the parking lot.

Outside, randomly, I ran into Michael Jordan. Lol. He was just on his way home from doing some shopping, and making his way to his car. Almost surprisngly, I became lucid at this encounter. (Considering everything that had just happened, before this, I find it funny that all it took was meeting Michael Jordan, to make me lucid. Lol.) I started walking and talking with him, for a while. I told him about the fact that I was just dreaming, and he just quirked a skeptical eyebrow at me. It's hilarious, but he pretty much just looked/acted exactly like Michael Jordan! Lol. He said something sarcastic, like "right. Sure you are..." continuing to walk beside me, at a relaxed pace. I said something like, "don't believe me? Watch," and I levitated into the air, moving around in front of him and hovering backward, while he kept walking toward me. I grinned at him and said "See? You're not the only one who can fly, Mike," laughing. He raised both eyebrows a bit, otherwise seemingly stoic. Though I could see that he was impressed, he didn't quite say much about it. He just kept walking, looking up at me.

I turned around and took aim at a car, a few dozen yards in front of us, reaching up toward it with one hand. Focusing my mind on the vehicle, I flipped my palm up, and slung my arm upward, grabbing the car with telekinesis, and hurling it through the air, over us. It soared to a good 30 feet in the air and then nose-dived toward the pavement. The car smashed into the parking lot, head-on, crunching itself nearly flat and toppling over. I couldn't help but note to myself how cool it looked.

Michael and I finally reached his car, and he asked me something about whether I planned to just follow him around, the whole time. I shrugged and simply said "I might as well, I'll probably be waking up soon, anyway." (Dunno why, but I just sort of had that feeling.) What's even funnier is that his car was an old, beat up, paint-stripped Pontiac Firebird, which wouldn't have surprised me, if it didn't even make it out of the parking lot, from the looks of it. We got inside, and it was just filled with all kinds of garbage; empty drive-thru bags; bottles; cans; etc. Settling into the seat, I was just about to look at my hands, to try to stabilize the dream, but I ended up waking up, instead.

01/03/2011
Fragment
Something to do with having to fend of some attacker, using the knives from a kitchen set.



01/04/2011
Fragment One
I was in an enormous food court, filled with people. The only thing I really remember is trying to get some Chinese food, and the woman behind the counter didn't speak a lick of English. It took forever to get her to understand what I wanted. I tried to say something to her in Chinese, and had to repeat it 3 or 4 times before I realized I was speaking to her in Spanish, and not Chinese (which makes sense, since I don't really know any Chinese/Mandarin).


Fragment Two
Something about a shooting? I had to kill someone, for some reason that I can't remember. I believe it was self defense, because I remember being really upset about having to gun this person down. They had gotten drawn into some situation that involved and XBox360, I think. I remember a sign which said to turn off all 360 'transponders,' so that no more people would come, whatever the hell that meant.

12/31/2010
"Live Fire"

This dream was basically a live-action first person shooter. It was 100% realistic - as in; I was running around, in real life, literally trying to stay alive, and not just playing some video game. It was also very intense. Along with your regular, gun-toting bad guys, there were supernatural elements thrown into the scenario as well. Not only that, but I also had to square off against "bosses" like the Terminator and RoboCop. Throughout the ordeal, I was sometimes forced to ride around the suburbs, stealing cars and whatnot, to get to my objectives. I remember that of my missions had something to do with someone's family. I went to their house, armed with some kind of sub-machine gun, I believe, and showed up just as the wife was putting her kids in the car. While I was coming up the driveway, she turned and spotted me. Immediately, as if on instinct, the woman swiped her hand down, snatching up a handgun from her side, and just started blasting away at me, forcing me to dash away for cover.

Later, I had to face-off against RoboCop, although it wasn't the original RoboCop. It was my cousin, Mario, walking around as RoboCop. Not only did he have the trademark armor and automatic pistol, but he also had a shoulder cannon with the red, triangle-shaped, laser sight that the Predator uses, its three beams clearly visible in the air, whenever he was surrounded by smoke. There were also these "ghosts" or "reapers" or something, I had to fight against. They were see-through spirits, which floated around with scythes, which were the keys to their power. With the scythes, they could control time and space, and the weapons would essentially grant wishes for whomever was good enough to steal one of them. The wraiths used them to rewind time, whenever I would kill one of them, bringing their brethren back to life and forcing me to try and kill them all over again.

It seems I have created my own zombie course similar to the kinds of zombie courses from Call of Duty's Nazi zombies layouts

I have created my own course randomly generated by my brain one day in a zombie dream i had and ever since I have had many zombie dreams on that same course. It seems I have created a dream I can't stop reliving. This is the first time I have had this happen more than twice.

The zombie Course has a bunch of metal shop buildings on hills with farm machinery spread around (like back-hoes and dump trucks). There are perk machines and gun outlines on walls too (just like nazi zombies from Call of Duty). In the back of the course on top of a hill there is a single roomed house with a staircase to a second floor but no roof and the windows are all just open squares in the walls. The second floor is good because in case of emergency, the zombies come up the stairs and we jump out the window of the second floor and can make a quick get away.

I enjoyed this level because of the huge wide open area to run around and the trucks and tractors I could drive to run over zombies.

Anyways... On to the dream.

Mostly just killing zombies with my dad next to me and we started running out of ammo and had to jump out the window.

I remember me and my dad each using a different tractor to run over a bunch of zombies until they ran outta fuel so we ditched the machinery and ran to a metal shop building.

In that building I remember running into a small room about the size of a 3 car garage. A zombie dog which looked a lot like my old dog that died 2 years ago (which is funny cause the dog died and now in my dream its a zombie) along with a huge group of zombies came into the room and we had no ammo.

I suddenly felt this odd feeling and I don't know how, but I realized I was dreaming because of that feeling. The dog jumped with its mouth wide open and fangs facing me and I raised my hands and pushed them forward (like using the force) and the zombies all stopped like time stood still and the dog slowed to a stop in mid-air with its evil eyes and fangs still facing me.
BTW: My dog was huge. Chesapeek retriever and she was all muscle.



Picture is close to it but not as evil as the one in my dream.

After that, I felt some pride and strength inside of me and then everything suddenly started to become blurry and then disappeared.

I did not wake up but do not remember anything dream wise after that.

So I've been MIA on here for a while, but rest assured, I am back.

GUNS!- So me and my dad were going to go shooting. We loaded up our SUV with tons of shotguns, sniper rifles, and my own rifle. We then proceeded to stop at Safeway for food. When we got there, it was seemingly abandoned. My friend Kovach came up to me and wanted to hold my rifle, but I said no, because it was loaded. He tried to make a grab for it, so I jumped back and slammed the butt of the rifle into his face, knocking him down. I then aimed it at him and told him to calm down. After that was resolved we ended up having a party where everyone was happy and getting drunk, which I guess wasn't a good idea because everyone was loaded down with guns. Later on some police came and arrested my father. Not sure why.

Fight! - I dreamt I was having fighting matches in my room. I was doing well, and with each opponent I beat I became stronger. Later in the dream my friend wanted to wrestle me, which is odd because he's much smaller than I am. I ended up throwing him through the wall of my room >.<. He was a bit peeved at me afterward.

Fragment- Dreamt I was on IRC and had to decide on a rather serious topic, however, I can't remember what it was.

I had to be executed by being shot in the throat four times - by myself, then by someone else, then myself, then the other person again, and then I'd be dead. It didn't really hurt when I did it, but it was worse when they did. After the third shot, I went on MSN on my iPod to say goodbye to N and my mom. The time on my iPod ended in :69.


Yes, I am writing this from the future, because I had another dream with a kinda similar theme.

12/08/2010
"Blackmail: Return to Sender"

Some goons had kidnapped my daughter. They were using her as leverage, to blackmail me into coming along with them, and helping them commit an armed robbery. With no other choice, I went along with it. I don't remember very much of the whole situation, at first, but it involved being something of a point-man in the heist, within a massive house. The squad of thugs were charged with keeping the people in the house at bay, while I was supposed to be the one who actually went in to steal whatever was in the safe. It wasn't long before the occupants of the house began fighting back, though, and soon there was an insane firefight going on. I wasn't fortunate enough to be given a gun so, once I had what I came for, I had to haul ass through the house, ducking and dodging as guns were blazing around me. For the most part, the folks in the house were completely outgunned, and there were innocent people dying all around me. The inhabitants figured me to be one of the bad guys, so I ended up having to grab a pistol off of a dead man and shoot my way out, rounding the stairwell and rushing down, level after level - covering my own ass with frantic shots until I made it to the ground floor.

I rushed outside of the house, gunfire still crackling in all directions. As I was running, a van hurriedly pulled up beside me, and the door opened. Still at a sprint, I jumped inside the van and we sped off. I had completed my mission and got the goons whatever it was they were searching for (though I don't remember what it was. The whole thing felt much like Cobb's attempted escape at the beginning of Inception). All I could feel, was that the victory was a bit dubious. I wanted my daughter back, but I felt horrible about all of the people that had to die for me to complete my objective. To make things worse, I was greeted with the old bait-and-switch, for my services. The goons refused to give my daughter back. They said that they would need me for another job or so, before they would consider returning her to me. Needless to say, I was furious. I was not about to be made into a lap dog for these bastards. I knew I had to do something about this.

Half-heartedly, I agreed to the mission. It was supposed to be another armed robbery, much like the last one. I was told that the head guy was going to be there, himself, so I had a 'plan' on how I was going to end all of this. It was half-baked, but it was the best I had. Somehow, I had the luxury of having Todd be my transportation to this heist. We were in a car that I don't believe was his Jeep, and he was driving. We had to circle the neighborhood a few times, and wait until the goons had already secured the house, which seemed like a cross between an old house of mine, in Houston, and my Grandmother's house, in Daytona Beach. Also inexplicably, I knew that there was a rack of weaponry waiting for me, down the street from the target home. My "employers" didn't know about this, and it was my intention to get close enough to the leader of the group to take him at gunpoint, and bargain his life for that of Cierra.

Making one of our rounds, we stopped over at this rack of weapons (which was, amusingly, set up right beside a house - all out in the open) and stocked up. Todd already had a handgun and ammunition in his car, just in case, but I needed to get my own. Going up to the rack, though, I saw that the only gun it had was a model of a real piece. I didn't even think it was functional, but for some reason, I packed it anyway. There were no bullets on this rack of weapons, but Todd's bullets were able to fit in my 'model' gun, and that made me a little more confident that it would fire. After loading it, I didn't dare test it, though, because we were in a neighborhood, and couldn't draw too much attention to ourselves before getting the job done. I also grabbed a samurai sword from off the rack, and slung the sheath over my shoulder. We went back to circling the block. On what I thought was our last pass, we saw the goons storm into the house. I knew that I was going to be on, in just a few moments. Todd was beginning to lose his nerve about having any part in this, though. I told him that he was going to have to stop and wait for me, but he didn't want to stop. We just kept driving around the block while I argued with him about how I had to go through with this. Another pass. Now, there were people streaming out of the house, some of them dragging their bullet ridden bodies under their own power, clinging desperately to their lives. I knew that there was going to be no other chance. Again, I told Todd that he had to stop, so I could get this done before the cops came. And, again, he doubted the situation just long enough to role passed the house again. Sure enough, on our next trip around, there were cop cars in the driveway. I knew that, If I were to go in now, I would have bought myself a 1-way ticket to prison. It was too late to complete the job as ordered, anymore...I had failed.

Then I got a phone call. The leader of the goon squad said that he wasn't even present, during the heist. He had been testing me, and I let him down by not completing my task. He told me to report back to him, because we had some things to 'discuss,' and it was the most ominous thing I had heard in ages. He still didn't know that I was armed, though (if you could call it that). We drove down the block, still in my grandma's hood, and I got out. I didn't plan on making much small talk...at all. I was going in there determined to get my daughter back, by any means necessary. Clutching the gun and sword, and making my way up to the door - practically on fire with anticipation - I suddenly realized that I was dreaming. I was absolutely ecstatic. Lol. All fear instantly disappeared. This entire scenario had just done a complete 180, and now, even though I was fully aware that this was not reality, I damn sure wasn't leaving the scene without settling the score.

I burst into the run-down old house, immediately stepping in and waving the gun around. There was one guy on a couch to my right, another standing in a hallway to my left, and the leader was directly across the room from me. He sat in a chair, smuggly, with a gun in one hand, and my daughter in his lap. She sat rather stoically, looking at me with a calmness in her face as if she was just waiting patiently for this to be over with. I glared at the leader, beginning to walk toward him (before this time, I had never actually seen him, and he reminded me a lot of Victor Sweet, the dementedly egotistical bad guy from Four Brothers). The guy on the couch suddenly threw out his arm and aimed his gun at me. I aimed back at him and tried to pull the trigger. Nothing. I squeezed it harder. Still nothing. Even though I was lucid, the gun was still acting like a damn model. I just couldn't squeeze the trigger. Even when I clutched it with two hands and both index fingers, it wouldn't budge. I thought that it should be easy, since I was lucid, but no matter what I did, this gun just would not shoot. Frustrated, I began taunting the guy on the couch. I dared him to shoot me, telling him that he could take all the shots he wanted, but it wasn't going to stop me from killing every single one of them, beginning with him. I began to slowly walk in his direction.

He fired. Anticipating the attempt, I swung my hand up in front of me, imagining the bullet hitting my palm and snatching it out of the air. He fired again. My other hand raised, slapping the bullet off to one side while I continued on toward him. His shots came in quicker as I advanced, and I simply stopped paying attention to the bullets, stalking toward the increasingly terrified man. His bullets pelted lightly off of my chest like grains of rice against cowhide. And out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the leader was getting uneasy, too. He tried getting my attention stalling me with some talk about how he "knows me" from somewhere, but I completely ignored him. I would get to him...in time. But for now, I was relishing in the moment.

By this point, I was standing right over the man on the couch. He had stopped shooting, and his eyes were wide with fear. He was shaking. Again, I tried to squeeze off a few rounds into his stomach, from point blank range, but the gun I held was completely useless, and I just didn't have enough control of the dream to overpower it. I finally threw it to the ground, having had enough, and reached around behind me to pull the samurai sword out of the sheath over my shoulder. The last thing I remember, before waking up, was the look on the goon's face when he realized that he was about to be carved into tiny little pieces.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID SEMI-LUCID

Good morning! Didn't get much sleep last night, and therefore I had zero recall. I do have two cool dreams from this weekend. Tonight is sleeping night, and I will be taking B6 before bed. I am going to take Calea this weekend, and not G+C as I said yesterday. I will smoke a joint of it, then drink the tea for full effect.

Life of a Gangster
I'm in a rectangular room with a few other people. We're all just chilling and ofcourse, dealing drugs. I seem to be someone else, as my skin is black instead of white. A remote is infront of me, and there's cocaine on it. I am just about to let someone try it, when the police kicks in the door. It's just one guy, telling everyone to freeze. Everyone panics and heads for the door, knocking the policeman over.

I quickly throw the remote on the floor, making the cocaine go away, and head for the door. The policeman is now on his feet and he's telling me to stop. I knock him over and run out. Everyone is going the same direction, and I get this brilliant idea to go the other way. To do the least unexpected! I run to the right and end up at a fence. I have to run back like ten meters before I can dash away at full speed. The policeman still hasn't come out and I look behind me as I run to see if he would appear. I round a corner without seeing any blue, and I slow down.

I walk around the neighbourhood for a long time, having a hard time staying upright. Darkness arrives and I walk down some stairs. Looking behind me I see a silhouette of a man, but I know it's not the cop. Another gangster perhaps. I hear something on the parkinglot I've just come to and I look around. A small boy comes out from between two cars, and points a gun at me. I reach out with my hand and tells him to relax. He recognises me and puts the gun down. I can see a body on the ground between the two cars.

Apparently I'm some kind of respected gangster, and we handshake in a gangster kind of way. "Respect kid!" I tell him and he smiles at me and head for the stairs. I take a closer look at the body. He's dead as a stone, and I spot a glock and some sunglasses. I pocket the glock and try to pick up the glasses, but they break. Suddenly I can hear the police nearby. I run towards a road and try to hide my own gun from oncoming traffic as I try to cross it. I have some very soft and baggy pants on, and it's almost impossible to put it behind my back in my pants.

I cross the road and end up on a smaller road leading into the woods. I stop after a while and look back at the road, twenty meters back. A car pulls up and I decide I need one. Two young guys are in the car, and they pull down the window to ask me the way or something. I take out my gun and put two bullets in the head on the guy in the passenger seat. He doesn't die, even though there is a hole right in his forehead. They get mad and speed off. I continue down the road and I notice an intersection.

"For fuck sake! Will this dream ever end?" I ask myself and walk out in the middle of the road. "Oh well, I'll just make it end" I say and pull out my two guns. The glock one is empty, but the other one still has a few rounds in it. I start shooting at cars and hell breaks loose. Cars screech all around me as I shoot through their windshields. With a big jump I jump up on a bus and stand on the roof. I throw myself backwards, hoping the dream will end...

I am in a room with my cousins and I'm doing an experiment on Astral Projection. Apparently I'm doing it right now, and I'm making them hold up playing cards behind my head. I guess correctly all the time, but it takes a few seconds for me to recognise the card they're holding up. It's like I'm seeing them through a mirror. I can see a mirror on the wall infront of me. "Wait, we need a wall without a mirror" I say and look around. There are small mirrors everywhere.

Cool lottery
I've won a very weird lottery. A couple of wheels like in jack vegas are spinning infront of me, and the first one stops. It's a picture of a house and I can tell the category is "House-related items" The second wheel stops and there's a rooftile on it. The third wheel stops and a large triangular window appears. I get to see how it would look like on a house. It's just like The Sims. I can tell the window is very expensive and I think about selling it right away. A screen pops up, telling me to text message a certain code to a number. I try to remember the phone number but it disappears before I get a chance. I get anxious and asks if anyone had a chance to memorize the number.

Amount of sleep: Around 9 hours

Supplements before bed: Nothing

That's it! One of the longest dreams I've recalled that first one, pretty cool aswell! B6 tonight. Sweet. We'll see what my mind has in mind, höhö.

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