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05-10-11 No intentions, not even to get lucid, though maybe with a hint of wanting to remember dreams. Stoned.

“Underground Potterish showdown”

I am in a Harry Potter like universe. I am Harry to begin with I think, but then something happen something about an adventure and a person shifting into a black jaguar or similar.

I then become one of the twin brothers I think and we are supposed to go to this theatre or school and scare up the evil kids who are voting capital V. Throughout the dream when I am this brother I recall comparing my wand with my brother's, which I believe is the elder wand. Or at least something stupidly powerful.

Mine is.. quite the opposite. It s fairly long and thick, though it seems made of plastic or candy. It is made of all sorts of transparent coloured tubes that are wrapped around the main shape to give the wand in it's entirety a rather complex look. It is flexible as fuck though, which sort of surprise me. I remember thinking “I really like this wand” although I am not a wand guy. I even thought about that during the dream “I really don't like wands, but this one..” Anyways enough of me talking about how much I love my stick, and on to how I use it!

We head to the theatre and walk through the doors. I can't recall if we have any problems walking in, but I don't think so. There is a wall immediately behind the doors and we walk around this and find another set of doors. I ward myself with a spell that will nullify the first 3 offensive spells that hit me, by drawing my wand in a half circle around me and saying something in a tongue I didn't knew I know. Though I remember not what I said the language sounded dark side, and it ends on a defensive word like “defendarius” “Repeltor” or maybe it was “reflector” (though this last word I used in a later dream and I might just be confusing myself). I only become aware of this 3-spell-limitation in function later on when I am battling the kids and I think to myself “Gee I wonder how many charges are left on my shield?”.

So my brother and I slam open the doors and find a crowd turning their heads in surprise. I can sense that I am becoming angry and I start slinging out spells, though I think I am aware of not wanting to kill anyone, they need to be hurt enough to get scared. I seem to remember some sort of slicing spell that will cut them a bit, but not kill. We are walking down a centre isle and as we get to the bottom of this and are standing around the people I say something more in my dark side tongue and take off in flight to my left, which is also where I spot Voldemort. I am not particular afraid of him though he is looking at me, and this is also the time I check up on the status of my shield.

The dream skips a bit though this might just be due to the violent battle that ensues. In any case I find myself outside the theatre and it was apparently located on this ledge. The surroundings have a dark feel to them, unnatural dark at that. Like it is a city underground, which would explain the fragmented memories of walking around underground/sewer tunnels.

The feel is exactly like this:



However imagine that the platform is naturally attached to the tunnel where the POV is, instead of the mechanical “arm” that is holding it up, and on the platform is the theatre in question. I am looking at the theatre from a distance up in the air and I can see the tunnel I am supposed to go to. The place is collapsing (further) into the ground.

I hear my cousin's voice, she is asking me “Will he survive?” she is referring to my brother, who is not as close to leaving the theatre as I am. I see him jumping between the broken pieces of rubble and fly down and grab him and his dog (?) under my right arm and reply “Sure he is” in a cheeky voice, while I pull him into the tunnel, safe from the fall.
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“Powerless Christmas, Angels and Wizards”

I am in my parents' house in Hornslet and it is Christmas time. I am looking for some paint I used to play with when younger painting role small figures. I need to get this paint to Pil, one of my friends who needs to paint a character for a role play he is playing at the minute. I might as well grab it while I am there, as I have bought a figure myself recently, in fact quite a large one that is supposed to depict “the queen of blades” combined with some sort of fallen angel.

The figurine I am holding is separated into two pieces, which is bugering me a bit because I have to hold onto two pieces rather than one, which is just mentally demanding. At the same time I don't really want to attach the piece if it means it will be trickier to paint the figure.

I am walking around thinking a bit about where I have left the paint, though I am somewhat positive that it will be in a box on the attic of the main building, though it is entirely possible that it is on the attic of the added apartment building.

I walk into the guest room and I see the light flicker. I look a bit closer and it does it again. The light is fairly yellowish compared to how the light would normally look. It flickers again and this reminds me of that one Christmas where we didn't have power (never happened) and the scenery changes to being of the parking grounds of the church, heavily clouded and with light snow falling.

Skip.

I am now in a field with a bandit group or similar and we are out collecting wood. It is still Christmas time and the group has no power either, which is why we are collecting wood. I am the second in command and the leader is not there. I get the feeling I am somewhat stupid.

We are trying to get the wood back to camp via an alternative route that involves tying up all the wood in a bundle and sending a small monkey across a puddle of water with it. However as the monkey is crossing the water the knots around the wood loosen and the wood ends up all over the ”shores” of this little puddle. I notice the monkey sitting across the puddle with an attitude that looks like he is giving up.

I do a little speech to my men saying that the only reason we are out on this shitty day and the Christmas is bad is because we have no power. I rally my troops and point at a theatre all of a sudden standing in the same field. “There is power right there, and I am going to take it” I say. The theatre is in fact a nuclear power plant that has been shut down for unknown reasons.

I walk to the door, which is one of those double swing doors and the door knobs have a red diode light in the middle of them. I kick the doors in, I think I have to do it twice, but I manage to get in. I feel a sense of aggression rising again. We are faced with a wall we have to walk around (a bit like the previous potter dream) and when we are around this wall I am faced with an angel in human form guarding the door. I throw a spell that will make me immune to angelic attacks and continue past the angel, without thinking more about her leaving her speech less.

In the hall I see a wizard standing on my right hand side, I think it is the brother from the previous dream. He is about to react so I mumble something dark side again (this time the ending word is “...Reflector” which will make any spell he throw at me return in his face).

I keep walking down the centre walkway towards a band playing down in the bottom of the hall. I know I can pick up the microphone stand telekinetically and this is the point where I think “hang on a minute..” Loads of people are panicking and trying to get out of the theatre/powerplant. Some are running past be back the way from which I came and others are running further into the building, maybe towards exits unknown to me.

I put out my arms in a defensive, yet apologetic gesture and say “Whoah, whoah, whoah... Lucid... Lucid” in order to get the people to calm down and realise it is just a dream. It doesn't work. Then I see someone that doesn't look like a DC run past me and I grab him asking him if he is another dreamer, he say yes. I ask his name and he tells me it is “Shakira” which makes me suspicious and I say “Shakira, really!?” “Tjakira/Tchakira” he corrects me. His appearance has now changed from a blonde man with short cut hair to a man with long grey/black hair.

I leave him and head back out again. I fly a bit after having thought about why I am walking about like a looser, but I decide to not fly that much any more anyways. Back towards the entrance I am faced with the wall I had to walk around to get in. I decide to fly against it and through it, but end up slamming right into it, though it happens really slowly and without pain.

Someone behind me is laughing at my efforts of going through the wall, but I don't really care. I just drop down and walk around. as I am closer to the exit the dream starts fading. So I, quite aggressively, slam my hands out to either side and start feeling up the walls, which feels like tile, wet and cold as well as breathing through my nose. The air is equally cold.

Slowly the dream comes back and someone, maybe one of the twins from Hornslet, is walking in the building. Outside the weather has changed quite dramatically. It is pissing down and windy as fuck. I feel how the rain is slamming against the side of my face, the cold strong wind making it really annoying.

I think to the dream “Is this a way of telling me that the dream is really unstable?” and start throwing pathetic fireballs the size of shirt buttons to cookies into the sky. The way I throw fireballs is by charging them between my cupped hands at my chest. They don't even look that hot and the last one (think it is number 3) I can barely see. Now I can only see the rain.

I wake up.

Notes: I am starting to put up wards around myself, which I suppose is a good thing when it comes to dream travelling.

This dream was very odd but was adventurous as usual.

Harry Potter again
It started with some building and me running from something or some one and I don't remember know why but this is common. I was running through the building trying to find a place to hide when i found the closet (no I'm not going to Narnia). I jumped in and it was filled with coats and clothes. I used to remember when I was a little kid we would play hide and seek and we would hide in the closet and bury ourselves with clothes and we were hard to find. So I crawled into the wad of clothes and then I froze. I waited for the bad guys to come and then the clothes started constricting around me and were attached to the floor. I was stuck in the clothes and stuck to the floor. Then, the closet opened like a box and I was in a cave full of giant spiders. They were about the size of a medium sized dog and were moving all around me.

I thought I was doomed when a broom appeared like from Harry Potter, and the clothes let go of me. I grabbed the broom and flew away and tried to find a way out. I flew out of the cave and realized I could fire lasers from the broom tip so I started flying in and out of the cave firing lasers at the spiders until I had killed all of them. I flew back outside and then noticed a queen spider inside the cave and flew in after it to finish it off. After killing it, I flew out of the cave and there was a futuristic tank shooting fireballs at me (same shape as a wraith tank from halo). I remember flying away from it and getting in a car with some of Harry Potter's friends and we drove away.

Lil Wayne fps video game
I remember getting out of the car and seeing a crowd around a video game store. I went inside with my friends and then a lady came out and pointed to us and said Lil Wayne wants to see you. Everyone in the crowd looked disappointed that they didn't get picked. When we went into this room, there were recliners, beanbag chairs, and food stands around the room with Lil Wayne sitting on one with a PS3 controller in his hand. He said wassup I'm Lil Wayne and Immunah give you an exclusive preview of meh new game! I had never heard of it and I forgot the name but it was a first person shooter! We all sat down and started playing. It was a weird game. It was like planes, guns, experience points, tons of different weapons, etc. The best first person shooter ever but I was terrible at it. It seemed that everytime you kill someone, you get killed by someone else. There weren't many places for cover. After that we said thanks and walked out the door and went to sight see around the city until I was reunited with my family.

Odd thing is, I don't care for rap music and I only saw an album cover of Lil Wayne on a Jukebox yesterday and that must be how he got in my dreams.

Restaurant on a cliff in paradise
So my family and I were sight seeing and I was tired and starving the whole time (completely normal). Then we found a balcony that led to a rocky cliff side on the ocean. Everyone decided to jump in and swim for a bit despite my starvation. I jumped in and complained we need to get food I am starving. They said that we were already on our way to the restaurant and it was at the top of the cliff. I looked and everyone was climbing this impossible cliff and I went with them. I started climbing and it was easy at first but then the cliff got steeper and steeper to climb until i was practically leaning backwards unable to hold my feet against the wall.

I said that I'm not going to make it and everyone else was doing fine and said I was just complaining and then I looked at the water and realized I was dreaming and said okay I'll just fly. I jumped off the wall and glided to the water like a flying squirrel. I was trying to fly out of the water but I would just jump out of the water a foot high and then go back in. I then found a small square foot of concrete that was an inch thick and got an idea. I focused on it and turned it into a firebolt broom from the Harry Potter movies.

I started flying around and then I woke up to my phone ringing in my room.

Odd how I've had so many Harry Potter dreams recently... 3 in 2 weeks.

I have been lucid 3 times within 5 days and that is a record for me. My average before was 1 per 2-3 weeks!

In an effort to make my dreams more vivid, I experimented by taking two 100mg tablets of vitamin B6. I didn't really notice any change as far as my dreams being more vivid.

I recall having several dreams last night, some being easier to remember than others. All I remember of my first dream is being talked to about some kind of paper or contract. It has to do with something from work and it concerns my union. A man was telling me and my co-workers about the contract and that if we sign it, it would be a good thing but that we would be going against the rules of the company (or country) and would be in danger of going to jail. Despite the threat, in my dream I was one of a few guys who signed their paper.

My second dream was kind of weird. Me and some friends, which included Ron Weasly from the Harry Potter movies, had a small backpack filled with explosives which somehow accidently got mixed up with the backpack of a kid who was on a field trip with his class. He and his classmates were in three inflatable rafts which are tied together and drifting single file down a small creek. The teacher is in the lead raft. We are communicating with the boy who has our backpack via a walkie talkie. Ron somehow sneaks onboard the middle raft without being noticed and tells the boy, who is in the raft bringing up the rear, that "there are 75 lbs of explosives inside that laser." By laser, I think he means a flashlight or toy or something, not a real laser.

In my last dream, I find myself drving past an assortment of odd looking buildings that, from the road, look like large souvenir shops. I remember having talked to an old lady (Grandmother type) who wanted me to pick up some kind of magazine that one of the shops sells. Suddenly, I'm inside one of the shops, walking around looking at all the items on the shelves and also keeping an eye out for the magazine. The floor is uneven and I walk down a wooden ramp into one section where a woman designs, makes and sells wedding dresses. There are some magazines on a rack, but the title of the magazine is different from the one my friend wanted, so I leave them alone. The woman is in a small room or office talking to someone, and I remember wanting to hurry through there before she sees me and comes out because I'm afraid she might think I'm wanting to buy something from her. Thankfully the next section of the store has western wear, boots, etc., stuff that is more suited for men and I'm hoping that the woman will see that I'm still walking and not follow me. I'm heading for a section in the very rear of the shop when another section off to the right catched my eye because it's full of some of the most beautiful furniture I've ever seen. There is a display of circular coffee tables in the middle of the room. Each one seems to have been carved out of a single block of wood and each one is different. One has horses (bucking broncos?) which are holding up the top of the table. Another one has a train. Each table is polished to such a high gloss shine that they seem to almost be glowing. That is all I remember because that's when I woke up.

6 Aug 2011

I remember having a full dream but I have no memory of the dream though it was quite long. After this, I had another dream which was also quite long. I don't remember anything up until the point when two girls I know go off to some place to help in the production of two Nintendo DS games. Upon their return, they are asked a few questions. The wording is blurry but the first was, "What was it like to work on the games?" The second was, "Have you tried out the games?" And the third was, "Do you have copies of the games, may we have a copy?" The answers are unclear to me but I have a distinct feeling that two games were added to my collection despite the fact that I had no physical embodiment in the dream, I believe that I was just an observer and did not take part in any actions. Some time after this scene, we were discussing names, particularly names from the French comic book 'Asterix et Obelix'. Somebody compared the common ending 'ix' from the comic and mentioned Bellatrix Lestrange from 'Harry Potter' and commented on her French name and possible French origin. Someone questioned whether a female name would end in an 'x' in French. Then I needed to go to the toilet.

It started on a train and I was with all the people from the Harry Potter series. I was Harry Potter and I acted like I was him. My wand was a short sword with a wooden blade sticking out of the handle. When we arrived at the station I learned I was in a tournament and had won the last tournament. Drako was at the station with his dad and started mocking me about how he had kicked me in the face in the past and how he was better than me. I then replied how I've beat him in every wizard dual tournament and won the previous one.
I left to find my friends. We sat in a restaurant and the Malfoys sat right next to us. Drako was arguing with his dad and suddenly he dropped his wand and it rolled under our table. We tried to get it for him and then Jenny dropped her wand under the table and Drako complained to his father about how the wand was useless anyway. We were about to leave when I heard Voltemorts voice say someone will try to shoot Harry Potter. In this moment I floated out of Harry Potter and was like a spectator on a fps video game.
Jenny got up and left for no reason and Harry decided to leave too but found Jenny's wand. He said he needs to find her and as he was leaving I heard Drako's dad say to Drako here son you can use my wand and Drako replied "It's about time." Harry Potter was leaving and I saw Jenny coming back and she had like an odd glare in her eyes and I saw her carrying a small pistol and I knew she was cursed. I hurried to get to Harry Potter and when I did he was going up some big stairway that led to the upper level of the train station that kinda looked like airport.
Then, Jenny came through the hall way and had the gun. She pointed it at Harry and he tried to talk some to her and tell her not to do this but she wasn't replying. He pointed his wand at her and disarmed her pistol. She laughed and said I can just ask for another one. She looked up and held her hand up and said some stuff I didn't understand and black and red swirls of light started circling her and a gun appeared in her hand. She pointed it at him and laughed. He disarmed her again and started saying that she can resist him and needs to come back.
She said Harry I was testing you. See? The gun was actually a black and red T.V remote control. They hugged and I thought maybe I could control him again and when he got to the upper floor, Harry and his friends sat at a table and I floated into him and I wad in control again. Nobody noticed...
I gave Jenny her wand back and I looked at mine and was wondering what the blade on the side was for. I found out that it moved and there was a button on the handle. I turned the blade around and around and then pressed the button and it spun around like a fan and everyone at the table was amazed. I bragged, cool my wand is a wand, a sword, and a toy! A few people laughed but most were not and looked a little jealous. Then Hermione whispered "Harry, it would be better not to brag in front of your friends." Then there was some talking and then I woke up.

Joshdamighty

It started on a train and I was with all the people from the Harry Potter series. I was Harry Potter and I acted like I was him. My wand was a short sword with a wooden blade sticking out of the handle. When we arrived at the station I learned I was in a tournament and had won the last tournament. Drako was at the station with his dad and started mocking me about how he had kicked me in the face in the past and how he was better than me. I then replied how I've beat him in every wizard dual tournament and won the previous one.
I left to find my friends. We sat in a restaurant and the Malfoys sat right next to us. Drako was arguing with his dad and suddenly he dropped his wand and it rolled under our table. We tried to get it for him and then Jenny dropped her wand under the table and Drako complained to his father about how the wand was useless anyway. We were about to leave when I heard Voltemorts voice say someone will try to shoot Harry Potter. In this moment I floated out of Harry Potter and was like a spectator on a fps video game.
Jenny got up and left for no reason and Harry decided to leave too but found Jenny's wand. He said he needs to find her and as he was leaving I heard Drako's dad say to Drako here son you can use my wand and Drako replied "It's about time." Harry Potter was leaving and I saw Jenny coming back and she had like an odd glare in her eyes and I saw her carrying a small pistol and I knew she was cursed. I hurried to get to Harry Potter and when I did he was going up some big stairway that led to the upper level of the train station that kinda looked like airport.
Then, Jenny came through the hall way and had the gun. She pointed it at Harry and he tried to talk some to her and tell her not to do this but she wasn't replying. He pointed his wand at her and disarmed her pistol. She laughed and said I can just ask for another one. She looked up and held her hand up and said some stuff I didn't understand and black and red swirls of light started circling her and a gun appeared in her hand. She pointed it at him and laughed. He disarmed her again and started saying that she can resist him and needs to come back.
She said Harry I was testing you. See? The gun was actually a black and red T.V remote control. They hugged and I thought maybe I could control him again and when he got to the upper floor, Harry and his friends sat at a table and I floated into him and I wad in control again. Nobody noticed...
I gave Jenny her wand back and I looked at mine and was wondering what the blade on the side was for. I found out that it moved and there was a button on the handle. I turned the blade around and around and then pressed the button and it spun around like a fan and everyone at the table was amazed. I bragged, cool my wand is a wand, a sword, and a toy! A few people laughed but most were not and looked a little jealous. Then Hermione whispered "Harry, it would be better not to brag in front of your friends." Then there was some talking and then I woke up.

08/24/11

DILD + DEILD

Recall: decent

I was able to practice flying with a broomstick. I had good control and alright speed. I wish I could go a little faster and I still had trouble getting into space.

I started out as a cop driving around. There was someone else in the passenger seat. I come to a red light, but I don't want to stop. I realize I can just turn on the sirens and go through. While I am looking for the light switch, I blaze right through the intersection. Like 3 seconds later I find it. There are only 2 buttons on the center council and one is the lights.

As I flip the siren on, a guy ahead of me in the other lane stops so I can pass. This is a pretty good deal. Then another cop behind me sees my siren and turns his on too. I am worried that he will find out I have no real reason to be using the lights. Further down the road there is an entrance to a tunnel. It is blocked off by cops; there appears to have been an accident. I add my car to the road block and exit the car.

As I get out, I somehow become lucid. First step: find me some bitties. I am walking into the tunnel and there is an area next to the road where people are standing. The tunnel is shaped like (l-). The hyphen is an area with no road. So I go over and find a girl. I tell her that we should find someplace to go. I head back to my car because I think it will be more private. However, we get in, and there are people around. The back of the car has very large windows and people are just walking around outside it. I decide to take this moment to try using a lucid pill. I reach into my pocket and pull out a little capsule. I break it in half and eat the white, powdery contents.

We try a few more cars with no luck. There are people everywhere. Eventually we find a small yellow table on top of something. It is a child's toy table that is raised up on some platform. I decide to screw the privacy and go ahead right there. I am bigger than usual and once I am in, she giggles. Someone on DV said to focus on your breathing to help stay in the dream during sex. I take deep breaths and try to mimic my breathing while asleep (not sure why). I only get 2 thrusts in before the dream fades to black. I can still feel her back on my hands.

DEILD

I return to the tunnel and decide to leave. I remember that I wanted to try flying with a broomstick. At the entrance of the tunnel, resting against the wall, is a beat up looking broom. It has worn away red paint on the handle, and you can see the underlying white. I grab the broom and expect a force to thrust it forward. It does, and I'm off. I am not riding the broom, more having it pull me. I have my arms fully extended holding onto the broom, and my body is still stretched out. It was kind of like superman flying, but while holding a broom.

I have pretty good control. I can fly laterally without losing altitude as well as turn on command. My speed felt like 40 mph, not super speed but fast enough to go places. I try to go faster by imagining a stronger pull by the broom, no luck. I pull up and see how high I can go. I still stall out before reaching space. Eventually I turn and I am somehow over this vast ocean. I am flying low over the waves and they are HUGE. I want to try and fly through the waves so I do. I can feel them slow me down a bit, but I am still cruising through them. I never come out wet on the other side.

After a few waves I come upon some guys surfing. I wanted to try this out. I didn't have surfboard, but I had a broom. Good enough, right? A big swell hits and I try to stand on the broom. It takes me a second to balance myself, but I get it. The broom is backwards with the brushes pointing forwards. I surf for like 50 ft. until the wave dies. I get back down and wait for another. This one is even bigger. I get up again and ride it out. The other surfers can accelerate away from the wave somehow. I can't, the wave has to keep pushing me forward. We hit the shore, and I leave to do other things.

I somehow end up indoors and I want to try to fly to space. There is a little gap between the flights of stairs in this large, wooden staircase. I fly through the first few floors but then the gap is gone. I have go up flight by flight and eventually decide it isn't worth it.

I ditch the broom and somehow end up with a wand. I want to try some spells. I yelled the first spell that came to mind and pointed at the ceiling overhead. "PETRIFICUS TOTALIS." A large hole blasts open in the ceiling. I realize that the words I'm saying don't really matter. As long as I have the expectations and intent, it will do what I want. I remember stupify actually does that, though, so I give it a go. "STUPIFY." Another large blast blows away a section of the wall. I am pretty excited with these spells. I start walking away and I pass Jonah. I feel stupid yelling Harry Potter spells around him, so I keep quite. I don't think he heard me earlier. I keep walking and the dream fades.

I "wake up" in my bed and try to DEILD. I am worried that if I don't write down this dream, I may forget it. It was pretty cool. I am pretty sure I can still remember if I DEILD one more time, so I go for it. However, it is really an FA as I hear an old man's voice. He is telling me to write down my dreams and won't let me DEILD. RIght after he finishes his little speech, I really wake up.

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Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

15-08-11 I get teleported into a gorgeously decorated church. I am not alone, there is a vampire with me. The church is quite famous though I don't know which it is. I am amazed by this. And I start laughing in wonder, I look back and see if I am the only one experiencing this reaction.

The vampire, who looks like Bill off true blood, does seem a bit impressed, however he isn't only happy and excited. His face is lighting up and he is in agony, didn't think of the whole vampire on sacred grounds thing.

I rush to him kneel down and put my hand over his face and throat and keep chanting “your spirit is welcome here”. After a while he settles down relived of the holy pressure and a thought occurs to me. If he was feeling the effects, why wasn't I, being half vampire myself. I look back and see a bunch of sorcerers walking slowly towards us.

One of them seems as surprised as I am at my freedom from the pressure. Then she looks a bit to her right and breaths out a bit of mist.

“Thank you Jake/Jack” I whisper and think of the ghostly spirit that is accompanying us. I recall who they are and address the people walking towards us, being confident that I could annihilate them should a confrontation arise.

“The Order of St. Giles right?” These people are vigilant vampire hunters, we are however not here to cause trouble and we don't wish unnecessary bloodshed. I explain that the man lying wounded on the floor is a good man, though he is a vampire.

I manage to persuade them to listen out for a second and next we are sitting around a table in a booth towards the front of the church. This time Erik is there as well and it seems like we have earned the trust of the order (In the Dresden Files they are known as the Fellowship, but hey, my dream).

I tell him that we will get his memory restored in no time. He sort of looks at me blandly, but looks grateful as well.

The scenery starts moving about quickly and I think I switch character. I am moving away from the church and it is dark around me. The streetlights don't produce much surrounding light, but sticks to an unnatural cone straight down.

I keep moving away from the church eventually going under ground, where I have to move under some metal fences for quite some time. On the other side the character I am, a little blond chubby boy is given a spell that for some reason is dangerous to vampires. I am not quite there to witness exactly what happens, but a big bad ass vampire in a black long leather jacket appears.

I think he deals with the person who gave the information away as I retreat bellow surface the way I came. I wonder on the way back how illogical this is, as if he was chased by a vampire he would be dead soon enough, though I rationalize that maybe big baddie didn't know which direction I went.
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I am in a rather big city. Lasse F is there, though the chronicling of the dream is slightly off.

I meet up with a woman I know in a shop, I don't know her name though. She has some markings on her lower left face, but I am left in doubt if these are permanent or just some recent light scaring. Her hair is shoulder short and approaching black in color.

I dunno exactly what we are talking about, in general I think it is just some small talk to get to know each other. I think we are in the same school. We leave the shop rather quickly and continue the conversation on the street, where we depart soon after.

I am at the same spot in the streets now I am talking to Lasse F. I ask him quickly what city in Europe he would consider the best architecturally. I am expecting something like Barcelona or Amsterdam, though he doesn't answer with any of these cities.

I don't hear what he says at first, and when I ask him what he said he seems unwilling to repeat himself.

The dream is working towards a big meet up of a line of characters, some I know and some I don't. I remember not if this actually takes place in the end or not.
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I am in a book shop of some description and all of a sudden a battle between a death eater and a harry-potter-like character takes place. I am not sure if there is an actual battle or it is just pretense. The Harry Potter character is a woman/girl with spiky hair of a dark color.

I sit back silently knowing that I could take them both on and get out on top.
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I talk with a couple of friends about the way people have gone traveling and are unlikely to come back. One of these is Minka and her brother gets used as an example of a person that has left and isn't coming back.

I mention Anders as a person that has come back, and Skovborg might be in the room, he himself as an example of a returner.

I only remember a fragment, like my previous Lucid Dream (Why do I only forget Lucid Dreams?? )
Keep in mind I haven't watched or read Harry Potter books in a looooonggg time and I'm not really that into it. But from how the non-lucid part went (me walking with a wand), it transformed to me performing Harry Potter spells, because I knew what to expect from different spells and would give me better control over my dream

Lucidity:
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I remember walking around with a wand. I did not have full lucidity, as my brain was not completely in-sync with my normal waking life brain (I wasn't thinking the same) :L <> :S.
I was walking with lots of people I disliked, when I realised I was dreaming, and, the evil selfish person I am, decided to torture them > Yes, I had a really narrow mind during the dream! haha! :L

One by one, I killed them all while they begged me to stop -.- I'm so evil. When I reached the last person (before I woke up), the killing curse didn't work, so I decided to use the Torture one. When it shot through the wand, however, I woke up. Yay for wasting a Lucid Dream :L -.-

08/11/11 Thursday

Harry Potter
I wake up in bed and realize it is time to go to school. I don't really want to get up… But I drag myself out of bed. This is the next day of final exams. I have an Algebra final and a History final. I am sure I'm going to flunk the History final, all those stupid dates I can never remember. Oh, well, better get to it and get it over with. I go out to breakfast, which is waffles! Yum! I eat waffles with my dad and a friend who has been visiting. My father is James Hetfield, my friend is Harry Potter. I finish getting ready to go to class and head out, walking to school with Harry. I have the feeling we are being followed, being watched. By something or someone unfriendly. I look around, but everything looks normal, it looks like a normal morning in a normal neighborhood. I still can't shake the feeling. Still, nothing happens, and we get to school ok. Dudley looks absolutely miserable, he isn't even paying much attention to Harry and me, he is harassing some geeky looking kid for test answers, I think he is afraid of flunking. The day passes slowly even though it is a shorter than normal day, final exams have a tendency to seem that way. But I finally find myself walking home with Harry Potter. I still have the feeling we are being watched… and this time I would have sworn I saw someone hiding in the shadows on the way home…

Visiting MoSh
I am in a house I recognize, though I know it is not my own. I do not live there, it is a house belonging to a friend of mine, who I have come to visit. My mind is a bit foggy… I came to visit MoSh! MoSh and Asuka! I am already in the house and I see Asuka in the other room, so I go in there and say hi. She says hi, then she says MoSh isn't here yet. She says MoSh doesn't really need to worry, she is doing fine, but that's ok to go ahead and have some healing. She says she thinks MoSh should be in on it, though, he's been stressed. I say ok, then we wait for a bit for MoSh to show up. MoSh finally shows up, at which point we go out into the garden area behind MoSh's house and have a mutual healing. Basara shows up just as we are about to begin and joins the group.

08/12/11 Friday

Final Final Exam
I am on my way to school on the last day of class, the last day of final exams, then no more… then we get a summer break! Yay! I am walking to school with Harry Potter. This time I am absolutely certain that we are being watched and followed, and I am getting sick of it. This has been happening all week, who the hell is out there? What do they want? I look around very closely, trying to see who might be there. Harry notices me acting strange, and he is watching me closely. He finally asks what I am doing. I tell him I saw someone back there, I want to know who it is. I see movement in the shadows, and I head over there to see if I can find out what is going on. There is a bit more movement, but when I get there I don't find anyone. Apparently they saw me coming and don't want to be seen, that just makes them even more suspicious. I am getting a bad feeling about the place, though, as if there is an aura of dark energy remaining. I start thinking I need to get back to Harry, he shouldn't be out there alone, what if they're after him? I go back out to Harry, he is waiting impatiently, he says we'll be late if we don't hurry. I continue to the school with Harry, and the feeling that we're being followed has passed. The dream continues, but the only thing that happens for the rest of it is I go to school and take a bunch of dumb tests before meeting Harry and going home. I am actually a bit surprised, but I don't notice the feeling of being followed on the way home. Maybe they decided to quit since they'd been spotted… well, if that's all it took to make them back off, maybe they weren't really any kind of a threat after all. Somehow I am not completely convinced.

Wet and Wild
I am with Alicia and we are at a water park of some kind, though it isn't one I have ever been to before. I look around at the array of slides everywhere, and lots of people having fun. We climb to the top of a tall tower that several of the slides come off of. I ride one first where it is a really steep drop, I ride it on a large inflatable tube. There is a period of near free-fall and then it feels like I am gliding over the surface of the water like a hovercraft. That's how fast I was going. I get off, then follow Alicia back up. We get on a narrow yellow slide. This one is unusual in that there are numerous points along the slide where it is possible to change slides, to hop from one to another, or veer off on a side slide. I jump off of one and end up on a platform with water falling all around it. The platform is rotating, and I wait for it to get to the right spot to get on the next slide. Alicia is waiting for me at the bottom, she is having so much fun. I am, too. She says she wants to try one of the other series of slides. There is the yellow one we went on, then a larger green one, and an even larger blue one, I want to go try the blue one next. But for some reason they are announcing on the loud speaker that we all have to go home…

08/13/11 Saturday

The Man In Black
I wake up in bed with a feeling of incredible freedom… I roll over and think I don't have to go anywhere or do anything today. If I really wanted to, I could stay in bed all day. Of course I don't want to spend the entire day in bed… this is the first day of summer vacation, there's no time to waste. I get out of bed and get dressed, I want to go outside and do some stuff out there before it becomes unbelievably hot. I find Harry Potter in the other room, though he doesn't look too happy. I ask him what is wrong, and he says he would prefer to spend the summer here but… I ask what the problem is, nothing here to stop him. I am wondering why he seems to be looking for problems with his staying with me instead of going back to the Dursleys. I say if he really wants to go back, I'm not going to stop him… The two of us go outside for a short walk, just enjoying the weather… which is very nice. We have walked a short way when someone steps out of the shadows… It is a man dressed in black, all black, black jeans, black shirt, black hoodie. His face is in shadows and hard to make out. He has a gun pointed at Harry and me. Harry asks what he wants, says we don't have much money. He says he had wanted to find Harry alone, but he doesn't really care, it's just one extra bullet. He fires his gun at Harry, I use telekinesis to stop the bullet in mid air. I do that without even thinking about it, after all there wasn't time to think. The bullet is now hovering about an inch in front of Harry's face. Harry is staring intently at the bullet, clearly unable to believe what just happened. The killer fires three more quick shots, all three bullets are hovering in front of Harry now. I fire the bullets back at him with telekinesis. One bullet hits him in the left shoulder, one in the right, and the others in the torso… he does not go down. I tell Harry we need to get out of there, we head back towards the house. I look back and see the cloaked figure finally fall to the ground. I wonder if he is dead. Well, there's nothing to tie Harry and me to him. We get back to the house, and I tell my father what happened. He says it looks like it is starting. I ask what is starting. He says the reason I am here, of course. Harry is wanting to know what is going on. Hetfield says he will tell us everything, just give him a bit of time to sort through things… we'll talk later.

08/05/11 Friday
I am in school, I know it is Friday, and I am impatiently waiting for the class to come to an end so I can go home. I fidget in my seat, willing the time to go by more quickly, completely ignoring the paper in front of me. I have all weekend to do that homework, there's no hurry. Something hits me in the back of the head, it is a wad of paper. I pick it up and look at it. There is a note scrawled inside that says, "You are having a cow." Wtf? I look around the room and see there is a boy a couple rows back from me looking at me. He points at me and mouths the word 'cow' very clearly. Weirdo… The bell finally rings and I get up to leave. I brush up against someone as I'm gathering my things and she gives a mock scream. She says something contaminated touched her and she needs to be disinfected before she catches whatever it is that makes me so gross. Another idiot. I already know for a fact that the school is full of idiots. I ignore the idiots and leave the classroom, heading for home. In front of the school there is a group of five boys picking on one boy. Bunch of cowards… I head over to the group, I recognize the boy getting picked on… and I know I don't like being picked on, so neither does this boy. One of them, a particularly fat one, is saying the smaller boy probably wets the bed, how pathetic is that? I comment it is about one tenth as pathetic as a group of five idiots picking on one person. The fat one turns around and says no one asked me, so get lost. I apologize for my mistake… six picking on one, since the big one is clearly fat enough for at least two boys. The fat kid says he isn't fat, he has big bones. I say wow… he'll never have to worry about breaking a bone, then… those bones aren't big, they're HUGE! The fat kid says he's not opposed to hitting a girl, so get lost before he beats me along with Potter. I say I'm not opposed to kicking him in the… wait… Potter? Harry Potter? He looks at me blankly. Does that make you Dudley Dursley? Yeah… who wants to know? I tell him I read about him in a scientific journal… the first known human being to exist with absolutely no brain at all! He says that does it, I'm going to get pounded. He takes a swing at my face, I catch his fist in my hand and twist it over into a very uncomfortable position. He lets out a cry of surprise and a bit of pain. I tell him he has one chance to run home to his mommy before I kick him in the nuts so hard they get lodged in his fucking nostrils. Someone is coming, it is a teacher, asking what is going on here. Everyone is instantly on their best behavior. Dudley whispers to Harry that he will get it later on… and then to me that I will get it tomorrow. Um… tomorrow is Saturday, retard… I won't be seeing you… Harry says that was worth it to see Dudley get shown up by a girl. I invite him to come to my place. He says he can't come home with me every day forever. I ask why not, my dad won't mind. And it's not like his aunt and uncle give a shit… He can't argue with that, and we head back to my place together. I tell him there is a technique to being able to fight people like Dudley… and I know someone who can teach him if he wants to learn. He seems very interested.

08/06/11 Saturday
I am in the back yard of my own house, though it is not the house I live in now, it isn't even a house I recognize. My father is there with me, in fact, my father is James Hetfield from Metallica. Also there with me are Harry Potter and Vegeta from Dragonball Z. Hetfield goes into the house, leaving Harry and me there with Vegeta. Vegeta is giving us a martial arts lesson. He says it doesn't matter how large your opponent is if you know the right techniques to handle ourselves. So we spend a while out in the back yard working on exercises to get in shape and martial arts techniques. I am thinking I am at least getting some exercise for a change, and maybe this time I will even be able to stick with it. Somehow, even though Vegeta and Harry Potter are there with me, and James Hetfield is my father, it never occurs to me that I might be dreaming until I wake up.

08/07/11 Sunday
I am in the back yard of a house that is clearly not one of the places I have ever lived in my waking life, but it is familiar to me as my home. This entire dream consists of practicing martial arts with Harry Potter, Vegeta is the instructor. For some reason it never once occurs to me to do a reality check…

Note: In spite of doing reality checks periodically during the day and telling myself to do them when I am dreaming, I never seem to do them anymore. If anyone has any ideas on how to get back into the habit it would be really helpful, I used to have frequent lucid dreams and now they're gone…

08/08/11 Monday
I am in bed and waking up, the alarm is going off, I don't want to get up… it is too early… why is my alarm going off now?! I sit up and look around the room, there is some light coming in the window, but it is clearly still early in the morning. I drag myself out of bed and get dressed before dragging myself out to the other room. Someone speaks to me from the door, says this is the last week of school, come on, get out of bed. School… wtf? I have school? What is going on? I sit up and get out of bed, not sure what to think. I get dressed and when I go to brush my hair I see I am about 11 years old. My mind just falls into the routine of going to class now, all thoughts of dreaming gone. Eat breakfast, walk to school. I am walking to school with Harry Potter, who apparently spent the night at my house last night. The entire time I am walking to school I get the strange feeling that someone is watching us… following us… am I just being paranoid? Nope. About half way to school a group of five boys blocks our path, one of them is Dudley Dursley. They seem ready for a fight. Dudley says no one humiliates him in front of his friends… I say no need to, he makes a complete fool of himself on his own. He turns red and says he's going to pound me… then he comes at me. I use leverage and strength I didn't realize I had to flip him over and onto his back, then I step on his fat neck. Try that again I'll rip your dick off and shove it so far up your ass that you're giving yourself a blowjob! All five of them look shocked that a girl just did that. While they are shocked, Harry and I continue to school where all my classes go predictably boring. My last class is over, and I am ready to head home… but wasn't I supposed to meet Harry and walk home with him? I look around for Harry for a while, then I finally find him. I'm not sure what made me check… but I find him in a dumpster. He has had his ass kicked… by Dudley and his gang, no doubt… I help Harry out of the dumpster, at first he is mad at me, saying Dudley was beating him because of me, then he is upset, saying he tried to use Vegeta's techniques, but they didn't work… I tell him it takes time to train to fight. I focus on healing a couple of his injuries… the healing works. We walk home together, I am plotting revenge on Dudley, but Harry wants to learn to fight and take care of things himself.

08/09/11 Tuesday
I wake up in bed and know right away that it is time to go to school. Time to get up and get ready to go. I pull myself out of bed, I currently have no awareness of my normal waking life, and no idea that I could be dreaming right now. I come out of the bedroom and have breakfast, I don't want to go to school, I never do, but this is the last week. Yay! I am walking to school with Harry Potter, and it feels like we're being watched. This seems to be a common occurrence now… nothing happens before we reach class, though. No one shows their face. I wonder if it was Dudley and his goons, and they are too cowardly to show their faces. Most likely. Classes today are preparation for the final exams, so there isn't much time to think about anything else. I get really bored with going over material for final exams and I end up doodling again, though this time I am more careful about getting caught. I am doodling plans for a puzzle game I have had in mind, though I am not entirely sure what I plan on doing with the idea. I will figure out that part once I have the idea finalized.

08/10/11 Wednesday, Dream 1
I am in an office, I am there for a job interview. I have no memory of how I got to be there, and I can't even remember what job I am interviewing for. Of course this results in me being about ten times as nervous as I usually am at an interview, and that is never a good thing. I look around the office a bit, it is a really fancy office. I am there by myself, I wonder when the person interviewing me will arrive. I get nosy and look around on the desk. It is a massive mahogany desk, clearly an antique… it is well polished and there are many items on it. I note the items consist of some antique looking pens, a couple bottles of ink, several rolls of parchment, and what is most notably absent is a computer of any kind. Actually there is nothing electronic at all. Weird. I sit there and wait for a few minutes until the door finally opens and a man walks in. I do a double take as I recognize the man, it looks like Professor Dumbledore. I am doing a double take when he comes over and says he's sorry to have kept me waiting, there was some urgent school business to attend to. He introduces himself and says he is pleased to meet me, Quintus has told him a lot about me. Quintus? I am wondering who Quintus is, Dumbledore continues. He says Quintus has said I have held such positions before and performed admirably in them, and he is inclined to believe Quintus since they have been friends for so many years. Who the fuck is Quintus?! I am struggling with this question, but Dumbledore doesn't seem to notice, he keeps talking. I am hardly hearing what he is saying, though I am somehow answering, not even aware of my answers. Finally I am leaving the office, and Dumbledore is saying he is required to speak with someone else, but he really feels he has already made his decision. I wish it was that easy to get a job in my waking life…

08/10/11 Wednesday, Dream 2
I am in school, I am taking a test. It's a final exam. In this dream I spend the entire day going to two different classes and taking final exams, then the school day is over. I get to go home early, though the idea is for me to go home early and then study for the final exams still to come tomorrow. What fun, I am so glad class is almost over for the summer. Outside of the school I meet up with Harry Potter, and we are walking home together. Harry says something about that he really should go home one of these days… he can't move in with me permanently. I ask why not, as long as my dad doesn't care… and it seems pretty clear that his aunt and uncle don't give a shit. Harry says the Dursley's would probably be glad to get rid of him. I say then the problem is solved. Unless someone complains, there is really no reason he can't just stay with me… unless he really prefers living with the Dursleys. He said no, he would not prefer that. I say let's get home, I need to do some studying for our final exams tomorrow. Maybe we can help each other out. Sure, sounds great. The whole way home I can't shake the feeling we are being watched, though I never see any sign of anyone following us. I wonder if Dudley might be a problem… it seems Harry notices me being paranoid. He says if I'm looking for Dudley, don't worry, Dudley is still back at school trying in vain to finish a final exam… when he probably got stuck on the first question, the one where he's required to put his name.

I'm sitting in my room trying to go to sleep, when I realize, I've just gone to sleep. The dream is still in it's infancy so things are just forming. I have no clue on what to do...no goal....no motivation or anything, so I head outside. Off in a distance, I see a tornado forming, and for a second I lose it and think "what if that's going on in real life". It finally touches down, and starts twirling everywhere, ripping everything up in it's path. Eventually it reaches me, and I'm standing directly in the middle of it. I looked up and made a circular motion in the exact opposite direction of the tornado, and it reversed it....causing it to suck back into itself. The clouds formed a dome, and lighting was coming out....the entire scene changed and I found myself in hogwarts.....wtf? All I wanted to do after that was wake up.

Note: I am continuing to use the dream hypnosis programs, and from last night's dreams, it seems they are at least getting more interesting even if I haven't been lucid… One of the hypnosis programs I have is specifically for lucidity. I believe I will try that one next.

Orphan
I am on a street in a rather shabby looking neighborhood, it looks like the people there don't have a lot of money to keep the place looking nice. It does seem to me that there are things that could help it be nicer without spending money, though… I find a plastic bag and I start collecting recyclable trash that I find lying about. I can help clean the neighborhood and also help the environment by recycling… and if I find lots of aluminum, I might even be able to sell the cans and make a little money, too. With what feels like a win-win-win situation, I continue collecting trash. I am walking past a small house when the front door bursts open and a child comes running out, screaming.

It is a young girl, looks to me like she is somewhere around 10 years old. She is screaming, and run straight to me, screaming something about someone trying to kill her. A man and a woman are following the child, they look about middle age, and the man grabs the girl. The mother says something about the girl always exaggerating, she's going to be grounded, not killed. But there is a look in the woman's eyes… and in the man's, too. A crazy look… these people are stark raving mad. They drag the screaming child back into the house. I'm not going to let this go, there is something very wrong happening here… do I have enough to call the cops? Probably. I look in my pocket for my cell phone… it's not there. Damn! Where is it? I certainly don't have time to go for help… I sneak up to the house and peek in a window. An empty kitchen. The door is unlocked. I carefully open it, I hear screaming inside, from down below. A basement. I go inside and follow the sounds of the screaming. I find the basement, which turns out to be a quite cozy and comfortable room, complete with a fireplace.

There is a screen over the fireplace, and the girl is inside. The man and the woman are holding the screen in place, keeping the girl inside. The man cracks the screen just enough to throw in a match… the wood inside bursts into flames. Without even thinking about it, I telekinetically throw the man and the woman away from the screen, slamming them into the wall, hard. I spot a blanket on one of the chairs and use it to extinguish the fire on the girl. The woman is coming at me with a knife. I throw her back against the wall. When the girl came out of the fireplace, she had succeeded in spreading the fire to a couple other places including a rug and one of the chairs. The fire is quickly spreading. I take the girl and hurry upstairs and out of the house. I am on the lawn in front of the house looking at the girl, seeing that she has some serious burns, when the fire department arrives along with some paramedics. It seems someone called the fire department, what a quick response! A fireman asks me if anyone else is in the house. Just the crazy psychos who were trying to burn this girl alive… the fireman is shocked and sickened. The paramedics take the girl off to the hospital. In time the fire is put out. One of the fire fighters says they were unable to save the parents. I wonder if they really tried… I decide I don't really care. I wonder what hospital the girl was taken to. I want to see if she is ok.

Harry Potter
I am in school, it is a normal math class, and I am taking notes. This is math I have learned before, and I actually don't know why I am even in this class. It is a basic Algebra class.

Since it is easy for me, my mind wanders off and I find myself doodling on my paper instead of taking notes. I am sketching a picture of one of the space ships from EVE Online, and then I start making some modifications. I think I am coming up with a rather cool looking space ship when I get caught.

The teacher is walking up and down the aisles between the desks and sees me doodling instead of paying attention, and she gets mad. She says I should go to the principal's office. There is a boy sitting not far from me who apparently had the same ideas as I do, he was also doodling. The instructor tells him to go to the office with me… and is there anyone else who thinks they don't have to pay attention? Some students snicker, a couple hide what they have been doing. The boy and I leave the classroom and head for the principal's office. This all seems odd to me, I glance at my reflection and see it looks like I am about 10 or 11 years old… and that is the age the other students look to be. I look at the boy with me, he has thick dark hair, and when he brushes the hair from his eyes I see he has a strange scar on his forehead, like a lightning bolt. Harry Potter! He asks what I was drawing. I tell him, managing to not react to the fact I recognize him. He says he was drawing a castle. He says that class is so easy, and the instructor is so boring. I agree with him. The principal addresses him as Harry Potter, that's really his name? And she addresses me as Raven Knight… one afternoon of detention for both of us. Harry doesn't mind. He says maybe that means Dudley won't be waiting for him after school. Math was apparently the last class of the day, so we go to detention together, and spend the time doodling some more. Harry's drawing of a castle looks awesome. He also likes my space ship drawing. We leave detention and go to leave the school. There are four boys standing around the flagpole. Harry groans. I ask if he wants to come back to my place, I could show him some of my drawings, if he needs a good excuse, we can say we're studying. He seems unable to believe I invited him, he asks if I'm not worried Dudley will see me being nice to him. I say of course I'm not. We head in the opposite direction, taking a shortcut across the athletic field to get to my house. We go into an average looking house not far from the school. James Hetfield is waiting there to greet me.

He smiles and asks who my friend is. He says his name is Harry, I say we met at school today… I skip the detention part. I introduce Hetfield as my father. I ask Harry if his parents won't be worried. He says his parents are dead, and the Dursleys sure won't worry… they may be hopeful that he got kidnapped or killed. But we call them anyhow. I talk to Mr. Dursley. Harry doesn't want to. I tell him Harry will be spending the rest of the afternoon at my place. He grunts. I say Harry's staying for dinner. He grunts again, and says Harry can move in with me for all he cares, then hangs up. I tell Harry he has permission to spend the night. Hetfield looks over at me, but doesn't say anything.

a long long epic of a dream scattered into fragments as i woke.

i am in another world, no not really... like another dimension of our world. like a narnia but less fantastic.

i follow a group of like 5 people i know, including heather and my mom.

near the end of it, we enter this house. its a shitty apartment of two old folks, grandparent types. think florida retirees. but their house is all batty, literally they love bats and spiderwebs and soft goth decor. they show us pictures in an album of something, not their children or whatever like normal.

i look at the pictures and hold the pages up. me and heather start tearing off the pictures like stickers. we tear off the borders like stickers too. we look at the lady and realize by doing this, we tore her apart and now she is very very thin and we see now she is made of photographs like a photo mosaic:



for whatever reason we are being detectives, looking for something, trying to find these people guilty. we can't though, so we just make friends with them. when its time to leave, i immediately fear the outside. previously in the dream, it feels like, i encountered something spooky out there and now wanted protection from the door of the house to the car.

i don't want my mom for protection so i ask the old lady. she doesn't want to really because she is so thin and worn because we took her photos. she agrees anyway and i take her hand. as we open the door, she says dont let the dog out. well, i do anyway on accident.

the dog, made of photographs like her, runs out and into the fields surrounding the house. i don't really care and just go to the car alone, brave enough. while walking toward the car, the sky flashes lightning and i speed up and hop in.

scene note: i want to describe the scene for memory's sake and future reference for myself.

outside the house, there is a dirt patch leading to a shitty garage/shed next to it, attached almost. then about 200 feet of yard area/field. our car is parked at the edge of this, almost in the woods surrounding the house. the house is in a weird center of this giant forest. the trees are mostly dead looking creepy ones, a few coniferous here and there stretching up into the sky. its dark out and all very scary.

in the car, heather in the back seat, my mom driving and someone else in front of me. there is a bee on this persons shoulder and i freak out. the bee isn't black and yellow though, its grey and black. he rolls down the window and it flies out.

driving along, i look out and see a dragon. i keep telling heather to look. at first it was just a big white bird that i thought looked cool flying, but as i noticed/put my attention on it more, it "became" a dragon (looked the same, my mind just labeled it different). there were two kids flying on it and heather said it was Falcor (neverending story). my dreammind reminisced flying on a dragon.

we drive to this room somehow, or maybe we are just there, or maybe i forgot a lot. but we are in this giant room like the room of hidden things in harry potter. there was so much junk in it, ceiling to floor.

we play around for awhile and then i get 3rd person POV. we are not who we think we are! we are now players from guild wars, we are all in a dungeon (looks the same though). we beat up some bad dragon and hundreds of chests fall from the ceiling and onto the platform where we are. the characters all rush around (i have my own but am "watching", not actively participating and have no control) to get all the chests. theres a cut scene and it shows a final giant dungeonmaster boss ultimate chest fall from the mouth of a dragon.

one lady rushes over to it and gets it. it transforms into a changing station, she goes in and comes out with the best armor ever ever ever. i've never seen it, but it looks pretty elegant.

back to me, heather, my mom, and the last party member. we are in the room and i jump from the platform and fall to the ground. i look up at a godfigure who isn't there physically and smile. "its over isn't it", "yep".

scene switch to me walking on a narrow newly paved road with nothing anywhere else around me except a "longboarding bar" where people take a break from boarding. this is the heaven of longboarders, a place of only new pavement and a snack shop. i am waiting for something.

jack comes with his car/longboard (huh) and is telling me how to exit this world. i have to do a slide into the portal at the end of this long stretch of pavement. ok! i get awesome speed going down the godperfect hill and slide into it, transitioning into waking life! i wake up!