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This was the night of November 3rd/Morning of November 4th

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Pre-knowledge:
I went to bed around 6AM (Was up late drinking with my friends.) Only got about 4+3/4 hours of sleep. The dream got more and more vivid as it went on. I got more and more aware/lucid as it went on as well. I'm not quite sure whether it started in a street, my room, a mall, or the computer labs at my school. I'll just explain all scenes and how I think they go together.. Again, I will label violent/scary/weird parts in RED

The Dream!

I was at home, in my room. My sister kept bothering me. My friend Jesse came over. My friend Jesse is a pretty big stoner, so I asked my mom for $20 for marijuana.

We went out to this street for I don't know what reason. We were near a car on the side of the road. Two black guys kept talking to me about money and I said something along the lines of "Hey everyone has a use for $20 in today's society!" I turned around back at Jesse and my sister and there was a giant tree I had to go through to get to them.

In the next scene, its my sister, Jesse and I at some sort of store. We were just messing around at the store. Opening random items, tasting things we had never tried before etc. I was eating some sort of Ice cream with my hands as I walked down an isle. The isle slowly turned into the entrance to the computer labs at my uni.

There was a cop there, so I devoured whatever was left in my hand. I talked to the lady at the front desk to use the computers. She yelled to a teacher that his shift was starting soon (I had shown up for class.) There were a lot of chairs along the side of the wall, where people were sitting/studying. I noticed the lady was talking to my Composition teacher who was sitting in one of these chairs. For some reason I got really absorbed by his face. There were suddenly two of him and his face kept changing.

I became lucid somewhere around this point.

He started explaining some concept to me and I was envisioning what he said. He got to a climax in his speech about "YOU NEED PHYSICAL STRENGTH!" I was then on a beach. Me and a group of five people were at one end of a rope, and six on the other. The other team was pulling us pretty slowly. The rope went around a pole in the middle, so both teams pulled in the same direction. We were fighting over a very beautiful naked woman.

I gained some strength and in one big jolt, won the game of tug of war. All the other competitors disappeared once it was over. It was me and this beautiful girl on a tropical island. The island was completely square with beach on all sides. Nobody could get off of the beach as the rest of it was ALL thorns. I kept trying to have sex with this girl, and the scene kept getting creepier. It got really stormy. We turned around one of the corners of the island and down the beach I saw a very strange figure. It was a giant monster. I grabbed the girl and said "It's okay it's only a dream."

I tried to make the monster go away, but I kept focusing on it. It was still slowly approaching. I saw a ton of eyes looking at us from the thorns. The monster kept changing form/shape which is why I was attentive to it. I realized I was paying too much attention to these details, so I turned 180 degrees. Everything disappeared without attention on it. The day went back to normal and the things were gone. I ended up talking to the girl/teasing her in the water. Because I was lucid, I wanted to know what its like underwater, so I tried summoning some goggles. I wanted to explore.

It didn't work, so I turned around and to my luck, there was an ambulance floating in the water. I kept trying to open the things on the ambulance knowing there would be goggles inside. I couldn't open it, so I just ended up going underwater without goggles.

It was beautiful. The color and clarity were so vivid. There were small white fish as far as the eye could see. There were pink streamer like seaweed strands floating in the current, like they were hanging down from the top of the water. The ocean bed was covered in coral and other wild life. There were giant snails and there was a very tall coral formation. There was an octopus on the side, and a mermaid laying on top in a giant white anemone.

At this point, my phone woke me up (Stupid low battery .) I didn't want to waste the day away, so I didn't go back to bed. I am ready for REM rebound tonight!

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

It was daytime. I was at a vacation resort in some country like Mexico. The buildings around me were colorful, and set up like shops that bordered around a large, square-shaped central clearing. They had arc-shaped entrances instead of doors.

I walked over to one building and it had two basic, long cylindrical metal poles coming up out of the ground, with a clothesline going from the top of one to the other. A foot or so down the poles, there was another clothesline. Hanging from these two clotheslines, slightly overlapping each other, were white shirts (mainly t-shirts). I looked at them, and browsed for a few minutes. I recall seeing one with a t-rex on it, but the colors were too faded so I didn't want to buy it.

The shopkeeper walked up to me while I was looking. He was wearing some sort of apron around his waist, and a light blue visor.

"Why are the colors so faded?" I asked him.

"They're 3D," was the reply, and he pointed to the shirts. I looked back at them and the layout of them changed, although I didn't notice this in the dream. Three Breaking Bad shirts, in the middle of the clothesline, stood out to me. I went to them right away because I'm a fan of Breaking Bad.

The first t-shirt on the right had a portrait of Gale, one character from the series. It showed him from the shoulders-up, his two hands holding different objects - one was a marijuana leaf, and the other was a bag of what I presumed to be crystal meth. His face was intent and almost creeped me out a bit. I looked at the t-shirt in the center next. It had a very small picture of Jesse Pinkman in his hoodie. It was probably only three or four inches big. The last t-shirt had a picture of the Breaking Bad logo, with the smoky green background. The edges of the image blended out into the t-shirt, creating a nice transition. All three t-shirts had the faded colors, so I was still put off from buying one, but then I looked closer at this shirt. I moved myself up and down and realized it was three-dimensional, and almost played a short clip like a movie as you moved your position. You may have seen those "movie" bookmarks in a Hallmark or other cards store before. That's what they were like.

★★☆☆☆

09/29/10



Jesse is my third cousin once removed. Or something. We don't really get along. In this universe, however, we apparently travel together like the brothers from Supernatural.

Jesse and I have been abducted by aliens. I'm looking around the room, which appears to be a workshop. There are sturdy wooden tables are laid out at right angles throughout the room, and they're covered in various projects, models and mock-ups. The concrete walls are wallpapered with sketches and equations. Also, we're in a space station orbiting Earth.

"Welcome!" says one of the aliens, as it moves towards us. He has his skinny arms raised in welcome. His skin is blue on the top, and fades to peach underneath. He has a dome-shaped head, and a wide smile. "Welcome to our benevolent kingdom, humans! Our benevolent ruler sends his greetings."

"They're kind of friendly, aren't they?" says Jesse, under his breath.

"So... what do you want?" I ask him.

The alien smiles wider. "I'm glad you asked. We have many questions about your civilization."

Jesse puffs himself up, and I make a gesture with my hand. "Go on."

"We need to know, specifically, about the Catholic church." he says. He brings us over to a model of my hometown's cathedral. "Our benevolent ruler came to know of this society through the storyteller called 'Dan Brown'. You see, our society is an advanced, rational civilization. Our benevolent ruler believes that we should 'add some chaos to the mix', and has decided to use your Church as a model."

"I'm Protestant." says Jesse.

"I'm not." I mutter.

"Nevertheless, you have been chosen to grace us with this information. It is a great honour," he says, meeting my eyes.

I read his intentions there. Once he has his information, he'll have no more use for us. We'll be disposed of, lethally.

I smile brightly. "Jesse, why don't you tap into humanity's collective consciousness and bring up the data our host is asking for? I'll help clean up, and answer any questions he has in the meantime." Ignoring Jesse's flabbergasted expression, I turn back to the alien scientist. "Would that be satisfactory?"

"Humanity has a collective consciousness?" asks the alien, looking interested.

"Humanity. Has a collective consciousness." says Jesse flatly. "What the flying fuck -"

I grab him by the arm and whisper in his ear. "Meditate. Gather the energy we need to teleport the hell out of here."

"So!" I say to the alien as I pick up a rag. "What do you want to know?"

skip

I throw down the rag next to Jesse. He opens his eyes and blinks up at me.

"Not that I'm upset you're trying to save our lives," I say, "But if this takes any longer, you'll be paying in chores for a month."

He glares. "I could just leave you here."

"You can't kill kin." I tell him.

Scare Factor: 2/10

Some quick backstory, for context.

Selina is a girl I knew in high school. She showed up once in a previous dream. The two of us never spent much time together, but we got along fine. From what I remember, Selina is a very nice person.

Jesse, I also went to high school with. We didn't get along, and though we're distantly related (small towns, eh?), we really don't share any of the same viewpoints. At all.

I met Zoe Killion a few years ago, at a fine arts-related event. We've been friends ever since. She has a younger sister, whose name is (not really) Ava.

This dream relates to Nomad's RPG. Vaguely.

09/18/10



The good of one, versus the good of many.

We are in a forest, surrounded by tall, black-barked trees. The edges of the clearing are choked with thick underbrush, and the lilac leaves and tall grasses tickle against the back of my t-shirt. The sky is streaked with the orange of the setting sun, which is hidden by the trees ahead of me.

The group is gathered in a large circle, sitting cross-legged on the ground and facing inwards. I look around the circle, cataloging each face. I know all of these people. All of them are my age, and they're from all over the world, these people I've met in waking life.

We've been stranded here, I realize.

"It'll be one of them," says Jesse, pointing at me and - Zoe, sitting to my left. "Look at you two! Your spots are right next to the forest! Anything could come by and grab you."

I'm lucid, not even feeling the need for a reality check. I frown. I can feel the dark, wolf-like presence lurking in the shadows behind me. Wordlessly, effortlessly, I call up a wall of mirrors on the other side of the clearing, confident that I'll be able to see the creature coming.

I recognize the mirrors as a part of Nomad's first task, and I decide to stay here to play out the rest of the game. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror: short blond hair, black clothes... everything gets a little fuzzy.

Who cares about the many? I just don't want it to be -

"- anyone," says Zoe, a bit sharply. "All we've been told is that one of us is going to die."

"And if that happens," says Jesse, "Then the rest of us will be safe until tomorrow night!"

Half of the table stands up at these words, shouting at each other. They're leaning across the round, stone table, ready to escalate into violence.

The sunset is fading into darkness.

Selina is standing up, ready to play the mediator. To get everyone to calm down, and work together, and I see my opportunity.

I squeeze a hand into a fist under the table, and Selina collapses, dropping to the ground like a marrionette whose strings have been cut. Her internal organs have been liquefied, some of her bones have been ground into dust, and I'm pretending to panic along with the rest, pushing through the crowd as someone yells "WHAT HAPPENED!" and "Did you see?" and I'm pressing two fingers against her carotid artery, checking for a pulse that I know won't be there.

"She's dead." I say quietly, and the faces around me reflect both horror and relief.

The rules don't apply to monsters.

I twist open the back door on a blue van, crawling in the back to reach for a case. It's orange, and the outside is covered in foam. My fingers sink into it as I lock it, latch it, make sure nothing is going to open it by accident.

"Everyone's still trying to figure out what happened," says a voice from behind me.

I crawl out of the van, resting the case upright on the bumper.

"I mean, one second she was alive, you know?" says Ava, rubbing her left arm with her other hand. "Everyone thinks it was something supernatural, a new kind of monster from the forest."

"It probably was." I say.

"That's the briefcase." Ava nods at the orange case I'm holding. "The one that'll kill us if we go near it. So, it's safe now?" She makes a grab for it.

"Don't touch that!" I snap, hitting her hands away. Idiot, of course it will still kill you! It's just that nothing is going to attack you outright - at least for now.

I slam the door shut on the van, and walk away from the camp, still carrying the orange case so I can hand it over to my employer.

I'm on no side but my own.

"We're leaving!" says the Matron as she paces the inside of her ship, the flowing fabric of her dress trailing behind her. "Get the rest of the crew."

"And the survivors?" I ask.

The Matron growls. "I meant to capture all of them, but we're on a deadline."

I nod, and turn to leave.

"If you should happen across Miss Killion, of course," says the Matron coldly, "Bring her to me."

I pass Ava as I leave the ship. She has her arms crossed, and is guarding the gangplank. She winks at me, and I allow myself a small smile.

I'm certainly not on yours.

I hit the drunk crewman over the back of the head with a bottle. It shatters over him and he collapses to the ground, dead weight. His equally drunk friend, who was about to attack me, looks from the unconscious man to the razor-sharp bottle neck in my hand. The man stumbles away, apologizing, and promising to go back to the ship.

I sigh, and pick up the unconscious man, swinging him into a fireman's carry over my shoulders. I turn to Zoe and nod in the direction that the man just ran in. We start walking.

"So let me get this straight," says Zoe. "We're working with the bad guys. Who want to kill me."

"Because the Matron has the only transportation off the island."

"Who wants to kill me."

"She won't," I say, grinning.

You really should have seen this coming.

"You can't touch her." I say. I'm feeling gleeful, and I'm sure that I'm radiating an air of smugness that's setting the Matron on edge. Well, that and the fact that I stole away her first prize in manipulation.

"You can't do this." She hisses.

Except that I can. If I own Zoe's soul, the Matron can't touch her. I would be obliged, even within all of the complicated truces and agreements we have with one another, to pay back any harm threefold.

I don't actually own Zoe's soul. But the Matron's not about to question my integrity. She has too much to lose.

The Matron's sulking is so pronounced that I have to laugh. "I'm the devil!" I tell her, "Did you really think that I wasn't after anything for myself?"

Scare Factor: 4/10
Rating: 7/10

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

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

Notes:
Every once in a while, I experience dreams that create intense deja vu sensations, which is pretty intriguing to me. This dream is an example of that.

I had just walked into a public restroom. It was the kind you'd find at a McDonald's restaurant or a gas station; the cubicles were light, pale blue, and the sinks were white. As for the lighting, it was a bit dimmer than one would normally see in a public restroom, but it wasn't too noticeable and certainly wasn't an issue. The room itself was shaped like a rectangle; the entrance was along one of the longer walls, over to the right. Right when you'd walk in, there were four or five stalls in the light blue color in front of you, a few feet back against the other long wall. To the left, walk down the stalls and past them; you'd get to the sinks. They looked normal.

I needed to go in a certain stall and get something I'd hidden there earlier. I entered the stall furthest to the right, against the corner of the room. For some reason, although I wasn't lucid, when I opened the door I expected a mirror to be on the back wall. The stall itself was fully closed, and there weren't any spaces underneath the dividers or door; finally, it was a bit narrower than a real cubicle but still spacious.

I closed the door, sliding over a basic metal lock that was fairly rusty, and turned around to face the mirror. I can't remember exactly what I looked like, but I do know I looked fairly normal: blue eyes, brown hair, normal clothing (I can't recall what I was wearing, either). My hair was a bit messy, with some flyaways and stuff, but that was the extent of it. I looked into the mirror for a few instances, drew back, and then smashed it with my fist. Since I've used invulnerability so much in my lucids, I think it carried over into my normal dreams, and this one was no exception. I felt no pain, and saw no blood as my hand practically blasted into the mirror and into the concrete wall. The mirror shattered into larger-sized pieces and fell as one whole object onto the toilet. Behind it was a section that was punched-in because of me, and there was a small hole inside that area. I pulled a tightly-folded square piece of yellow paper out.

The dream skipped and I was now in a mall-like setting: light-colored floor tiles, high ceilings, a few leather chairs in the aisle for people to sit down in. I was at the end of one wing of the mall, in a small Starbucks-like store right next to a major department store that was similar to Sears. It looked almost exactly like this (see the green sign on the left? That's where the store I was in was located).

The Starbucks had a few bar tables against the walls, and a coffee shop-like atmosphere. The cashier desk was not against the wall like in a normal cafe, but by itself in the middle of the shop. There was nothing else around it; everything else, including the chairs, was against the bar tables. I was with one other person, a guy who was a bit older than me, and we were crouched down behind this cashier's desk, peering out the sides to see if anyone was coming. I knew that there was a big crowd coming after us, trying to kill us.

I was also saying something extremely bizarre out loud. It wasn't just strange because I wasn't lucid, but also...

"I've had this dream before... I know exactly what to do this time".

I felt like I'd been in this dream before. I recognized the coffee shop, the mall, and the mob, and I also knew that another person would come and ruin my chances of escaping those people. I was expecting him to come, and I knew what to say this time so I wouldn't get caught. Last time, Jesse Pinkman (from the television series Breaking Bad) had come with a friend of his and asked where to hide the body of someone they killed. I'd told them to stash it in the car, which somehow caused the mob to find me and end the dream.

Jesse and his friend appeared. They were both wearing dark gray hoodies and jeans, and Jesse was carrying a garbage bag with what looked like a body inside it. "Hey," Jesse asked with an anxious expression, "what do I do with this thing?"

"Bury it," I said after a brief hesitation.

They walked off, leaving me and my accomplice (just a guess) still sitting behind the bar. "We don't have to worry about the group of people anymore," I told him. "I fixed the dream."

When I woke up, I realized I'd never dreamed of a scenario like that before, and the deja vu was generated entirely by the dream.

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

I was in a large house, my house. But it wasn't really my house; this place was big and looked like a lodge. The walls were smoothed logs and the floors were hardwood, yet it didn't look like one of those old-fashioned cabins. It was almost modern, even though it was made of "traditional" materials. And I lived here.

I was at the table with my sister and father, eating some sort of chicken and tomato dish off clean white plates. I realized that this was a dream and decided to not even consider the fact that I might not have any control. After all, I was going through a bad dryspell control-wise, and I didn't want to have a crappy dream control experience again. I decided to test my control by asking my father, "hey, is this a dream?" even though I knew very well that it was. I expected him to say no, and that's what he told me. "Well, I'd be able to stick my finger through my palm if this was a dream," I replied. I pushed my finger through my palm and it came through the other side, after a bit of effort. My dad chuckled and leaned back in his chair, but my sister didn't say anything the whole time.

I got up and walked away from the table, hoping to summon someone and practice a bit of dream combat. I was prepared if my dream control were still to be in the process of coming back from the dryspell. I was now in the middle of a new room in the lodge; it had high ceilings and a set of stairs along the right wall that led up to the second floor. I didn't go up the stairs and just decided to summon Jesse Pinkman, a second main character from the television series Breaking Bad. I used my sneaky tactic of turning around and expecting the person to be behind me, eliminating the need to search all over for him; this is what I do whenever I summon DCs now. I did this, and wow, I was in for a surprise. He was behind me, looked normal...

But his clothing choices were a bit bizarre.

He was wearing a white t-shirt, baggy pants, and a sweater. This was all right, but underneath the slightly transparent shirt was the top piece of a yellow woman's swimsuit. I turned around immediately and tried to forget about that sight. It scorched my eyes, and it made me laugh pretty loudly. I turned around and tried the technique again, and he was still the same but with slightly longer hair. I had to do this once more and then he was wearing what I wanted him to: a yellow hoodie, slightly too large, and baggy blue jeans.

We basically practiced some karate-like moves the rest of the dream. I'm not going to attempt to explain them, because it's pretty hard to, but they were pretty hardcore! At the end of the dream, a few seconds before I felt it starting to fade, I managed to blow Jesse away with invisible energy emanating from my hands.