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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

At my mom's place and there is a big event going on. There are groups from several disciplines, from chemistry to politics. I am going around ensuring people have what they need. In the political group, there's this awful fascist guy who seems to have an interest in me. I hate him, but I am enjoying his attention and wondering how I can use it against him. I am picking up some of my personal documents from the dining room table by the window when the chemistry group barges in with lots of large posters and rolls of paper with formulas and in a frenzy about something urgent. I leave them be and I go around meeting other groups, when something bad in the chemistry group happens and some chemical or biological sample is released. It drives some people out of their minds and they start attacking others. Then it spreads and I realize it is a zombie attack. There is no escape from this full house, so I open the window behind me and use the rope from the shutters to rappel down the building. I enter through the window of some other house where apparently I have family or friends. They are just enjoying their rest and I tell them to gather food and prepare to leave because there is a zombie attack just starting. They don't believe me, so I go look outside and indeed many have already reached the streets and are climbing peoples' windows and balconies and going inside their houses. First we close all windows but one has some problem and I am unable to close it before having to fight off some zombies trying to come in. Finally we put some heavy furniture blocking it to gain some time and I tell the others that our best chance is to go up onto the attic and stay there with food and water for some time until the first wave attack is over. Some of them agree with me, some don't, and some girl starts making a lot of noise with her insistence in going out and I worry she'll attract more zombies. When we open the door to go upstairs we listen first if there is any agitation. There isn't, but then a couple ladies who don't look like zombies, attack us in a different way. They drop two ladybugs' bombs on us. Basically it's like two bombs full of ladybugs that release thousands of ladybug which immediately stick to our skin and orifices. I have my ears clogged. This is just a distraction, because soon after we start getting attacked by the zombies. Predicting this, I run to the kitchen to get a sharp knife and hand other knifes to the rest of the group. Then a couple zombies also bring knifes and try to get close to slash me. I fight them both and manage to stick the knife on the brain and neck of the first one. He makes some comment when he realizes I got him, like not believing I got him. The other one I think is his brother, so obviously he gets pissed. We fight and I win, but then I am overwhelmed by a constant flow of anime characters with katanas and other weapons and I don't understand why they are so intent on killing me. At some point I am fighting maybe ten at the same time but already managed to steal at least one katana from the arm I cut off of someone. On one hand the katana on the other still the kitchen knife. Then I start levitating to fight them in the air and only a couple of the have the same ability, greatly increasing my odds.

Non-dream stuff - woke up at about 10:45, remembering mainly one non-lucid dream.

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Dream sequence:
The first part I can remember is in an underground tunnel, with a road. It was dark and there were old sodium-type lights, the orange streetlight kind of lamps. There was also this area that joined with the tunnel.

There were no cars and I went through the joined area and there was a man; I stabbed him in the back and continued on forward, running I think.

Then my "view" changed, from the same height as him, I could see the man lying face down on the ground, with a lot of blood under him, and with his face in a state of surprise and shock, eyes opened. But then he got up. Now he was naked, and he had tattoos, he also had a 9mm type pistol and he was scared and paced backwards toward an elevator. My view followed in front of him as he got into the elevator.

Inside it was mostly chrome/steel, maybe with one mirror. It was very bright inside the elevator and the man was still shaking; he made it go up, I think. My point of view changed to be behind him, as the lift arrived.

There were some bodyguard types in a dark room and he asked them for help, they were like his henchmen; I can't remember what happened here exactly but then he walked into that room and then another, and the other guys were gone again. And in the other room was me, and the man was surprised to see me. He got a katana from somewhere and tried to cut my head off, and succeeded, but only for my dream self to disappear and another to reappear in the same place, taunting him. I explained to him, this was his dream, and he could not get rid of me (which doesn't make sense 100% and also I failed to realise it was a dream... )

He kept trying to cut my head off, the same thing happening repeatedly, and he was obviously getting frustrated.

Then the dark room was not a room at all anymore; we were outdoors in a japanese-style house garden and it was day, with a few clouds. He still had his katana but I was at a distance now, and I had a weapon now too, either a katana or a naginata. I rushed to attack him with confidence and he struggled to predict my moves.

I can't really seem to remember the ending.

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Notes:

• I don't really know who the man was, but I remember his role was that of a criminal leader or something. He had long black hair, but I do not remember his clothes, when he had them.
• The elevator is a common recurring dream-sign, though it usually involves me rather than someone else.
• As far as I can remember, most of the setting was dream-generated.
• I spoke to the man about the nature of the dream, his dream, even. But then I didn't realise the nature of my own dream; it is as though I was a dream character to this dream character man of mine.
• I did not feel pain from the beheading but perhaps remember feeling a slight pressure from the blade initially.

Dream
It was me, a girl and a group we belonged to. The world had a certain feel to it and I had the perfect analogy before but I've forgotten... Like sort of steam punky but very 21st century, possibly like Shadowrun? Though not quite as dark.. The girl in our group got captured, she was in debt and some mobsters had taken her slave to pay it off. I think it was about $50k? I tracked her down to a club place and led her outside, she hopped on a motorbike which was driven by another girl from our group. She drove her away back to our base while I stayed. I turned to head back into the club, I had to talk to the boss man and sort out paying her debt off. The man was easily recognizable, he slightly resembled my friend Jareth in his facial features but not quite. He wore a yellow jumpsuit with white lines down the side, it stood out quite a bit. I think I lost him at one point and found my friend Daniel who pointed me to the downstairs area of the club to find him. I head down the steps, the guy is hiding from a steam-punk swat team that showed up. I start talking to him, he's go blood dripping down his face from an encounter he already had with the cops. "About the debt of my friend... I want to help pay it off. I can.. Be hired, to take out people for you" I felt a bit bad about it, I'm apparently quite powerful and I didn't want to kill anyone. "Uhh shit, yeh she's got a big debt to pay" he responds. I point over at the nearing swat team, the scene is a bit different now since we're outside and he's hiding in the back of a truck that has its door open. "I can take them out, how much will you give me per head?" I think we come to an agreement, so I hop off the truck and draw a futuristic looking katana into my left-hand (I'm left-handed). The swat team lines up and slowly encroach towards me, I'm just walking towards them at a casual pace now.. I dive forward swiftly and slash at the man, the swat team members all wear this incredibly thick black metal armour. I'm able to cut through it at the joints, I aim at the mans legs and dismember them both in one swipe. I move on to the next and draw a second (normal-looking) katana into my offhand. I start hacking and slashing wildly, they've opened fire but the bullets just seem to miss me completely. I'm completely unafraid of the bullets, as if they're bending around me by my will, allowing me to brutally murder the entire swat team. I then wake up

I liked this dream, had a cool theme to it and a pretty awesome story. Like how the main character had an interesting perception of good and bad, he was willing to protect his friend and pay off her debts by killing for the bad man who she was in debt to, rather than just killing the guy. Shows that he was willing to resolve the issue in an 'official' manner (despite it all being against the law, which he clearly doesn't abide by). I just found him interesting, even though I was essentially him in the dream. I wonder if I'd make decisions like that?

Night of 4/17/14

Slicing up imperial guards with my katana

I was fishing, almost caught a dog who tried to eat my lure
dead/cooked fish on the ground, I had to hop around barefoot

I was going through a breakup and my child was being taken away from me. I was the wife?

Ice in the streets, went skating

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm walking with a girl to an apartment complex and I was trying to avoid some guys but she didn't want that so we went straight. The guys stare at us and I feel very uncomfortable. We get into the apartment complex and the guys are sitting on the stairs. I go upstairs looking straight and I manage to do it without any problems. The girl gets stuck and the guys try to rape her but I run to her and save her then we run upstairs. I get out a katana (god knows from where) and I keep the girl in the back while I hold the katana close to their necks. The "leader" says that if I don't give them the girl they're going to find me later and kill me. I tell them that they can't possibly kill me. They say "challenge accepted" and then they fly away.I'm suddenly on the street that is in front of my apartment. I see people trying to kidnap her but I protect her and then we run fastly into my apartment. The girl disappears but I don't seem to care. I look outside the window, it's night and there is a guy in a tree looking straight at me(He had red eyes). I get really scared and I run into the bathroom. I start to cry and bang my head against walls, I beg to wake up. I stay still for like 3 seconds and I said: [COLOR="#008080"]Wait, wake up? Is this a dream?! I do the "count the fingers" RC and it works so that confirms me I'm dreaming. I walk out the bathroom and I go in the apartment complex's hall. I stabilize there and I tell myself that I shouldn't wake up. The dream ends and I wake up.[/COLOR][/COLOR]
Dream 2(fragment):[COLOR="#008080"]All I remember is that I was walking down a street and I was amazed by the dream's vividness. I kept saying stuff like : Now that I'm lucid, I need to do something good in this.[/COLOR]

24.6.2013

Enough (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The waves came in hard, sweeping me off my feet. Swimming against the tide at an angle, I try to regain my footing near the shore, but the unusually steep dropoff made things exceptionally difficult. The best I can manage is to grab hold of my baby sister’s raft and circle my father who hadn’t been phased by the tide.

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I make chase. Through the palace, the ramparts, the temple--merely a game. By the end, I’ve claimed two of the three boars...but I had never been invited to play.

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A crowd had gathered. My father lay upon the throne, sword through his throat, feast laid before him--still alive. Tears hit my cheeks and anger welled from the pit of my stomach. The culprit stood near my dying father, cold, emotionless--I understood why. Falling to my knees at his side, he managed a smile, telling me not to worry, he had been bested and that was that. But I in turn consoled him, pledging vengeance, pledging to finish what he started, assuring him of my abilities.

And so I turned to the warrior without a name, the warrior who possessed skill enough to slay my father... The challenge I set forth: first to seven hits, or last alive. Solemnly, he agrees, pulling another sword from his side. I grab a pillow sitting beside the throne. In a flash he strikes, slashing high--jugular to hip. I step out, parry with the pillow, and push away. A quick turn precedes his follow-up, but I’ve already trapped the reverse-handed strike, allowing me to parry again and make a hit on his midsection. “Hit,” I clarify, now standing a few paces away, pillow in hand.

Surprised, he takes a more cautious approach, circling me slowly. “You don’t know what I can do.” I tease, almost mockingly, before teleporting behind him. But he’s ready for it, dodging my feathery attack while launching his own counter. I jump back, putting us both right where we started.

Dropping the pillow, I broaden my stance and stomp the ground forcefully, tossing up a few small stones into the air. With a few quick jabs, the stones fly towards him; two make contact. “Hit. Hit.” Sensing an opening, he closes in, but I move backwards gracefully, bending water from the earth to deflect his blows. I flick my fingers. “Hit,” and again “Hit,” the water splashes against his face.

Clearly flustered, he fights water with water, pulling it from the earth as I had done. But I capture it in the air, whipping it around in a gust of wind: “Hit.” And that was that. He walks over to congratulate me on my win, sword still in hand, but then I remember, That was only six. Before he can end it in a single blow, I teleport into a flanking position and strike him with another pebble, sealing my victory and fulfilling my pledge...

The first dream I remember having involved me driving down the road on a single-track road. I looked to my left and saw 2 cats, one on either side of a gateway, perched on columns, both staring at me oddly. I looked back to the road and saw a cat about 10 ft in front of my left tire. No time to steer avoid it, I just hoped that I wouldn't hit it. As it came closer, I clenched up as I felt a thud... I heard the cats on the columns (and others, I assume) meowing loudly, almost angrily, when I saw fourth cat about 300 ft ahead jump into the air and sort of divebomb toward my windshield. I was scared for what was about to happen and as the cat came closer, I realized: "Holy shit, cats don't fly.." I went lucid. Unfortunately I don't remember much of the dream from the time I went lucid. I just remember the cat disappearing out of the sky, and that really familiar feeling that comes with lucidity in a dream. Shortly after, I was no longer in my car, and I remember jumping over a building (I usually attempt to fly in my few lucid dreams, but usually end up jumping really high and landing). At some point I believe I lost lucidity, because I don't really remember much else.

In my next dream, I was meeting my father at one of his friend's houses, I believe. I don't remember why he came up (He lives about 3 and a half hours away from where I'm staying now), but he had in his possession a bag of cocaine, which he was debating on letting me have for the longest time. This is completely out of character for him, as it's an old habit that he has long since kicked, and something he doesn't want to happen to me. He ended up giving me the bag, which I figured was a little more than a quarter-ounce of coke (about 7 grams, which is a lot of $$$). I remember him getting mad at me for even accepting it, because he knew I was going to sell it, and disappointed that I even knew people that I could get it off to. I remember putting it in a secret pocket in one of my hoodies and eventually leaving (there was a lot more conversation I don't remember, but unimportant).

There was a time-lapse which I'm not sure if I should consider a separate dream, or whether it was even related to the last, but I ended up at my mom's apartment (where I currently reside). When I open the door and come in, she comes from her room to greet me, and I can almost immediately tell that something is wrong with her. She's drunk, and it's extremely unsettling because she's been almost 3 years sober now and I didn't think she was on the road to relapse. After exchanging some words with her, I see some middle-aged dude emerge from her room and I stop talking to her, since she's not saying anything important due to her intoxication. I immediately ask, "Who the fuck are you?" and he said he was her friend. After a short interrogation, I came to the conclusion that she recently met him and he pretty much brought wine over, not knowing she was a recovering alcoholic. I told him to get the fuck out my house or I'd be forced to call the cops, and he told me something like since it was her apartment, he wasn't going to leave unless she said so. The next thing I remember about the dream was the most unsettling. I'm not sure how it got there, or why, but there was a katana in place of where my guitar usually sat propped against the wall. I told hold of it, and threatened his life unless he left the place immediately. He taunted me, saying the sword was probably dull. For some reason, he picked up a pillow off the couch and I took a slash at it, cutting it cleanly into two. His face, I remember, was priceless. He was scared out of his fucking mind, and that's about all I remember before waking up.

The last two dreams I'll classify as nightmares. Both of my parents have a long history with drugs and alcohol, and it isn't coincidence that they both relapsed simultaneously. I think it's a deeper fear of mine, because I care a lot of both of them, and I know what would happen (especially with my mother) if they did. My dad I wasn't too worried about, because I'm pretty sure he can handle himself. Plus, the fact that he just gave me 7~9 grams of coke is pretty cool, because that can fetch a pretty penny nowadays. Looking at the dream involving my mom, I was really surprised that I was so protective of her, to the point of threatening another person's life. My mom told me after I woke up, that she heard me in the middle of the night. It's been awhile since I've had a nightmare this realistic, as most of the time it's something that doesn't really have a strong possibility of happening, and for that matter, doesn't seem so real. I was legitimately scared for my mother's life here, and I think that's what drove me to the point I was at when I was ready to take that guy's life in her defense.


I had trouble falling asleep that night before dreaming. I'm sick right now, which has a lot to do with it, but I used the mantra: "I will have lucid dreams tonight" repeated about 150 times before I quit counting, just trying to keep dreaming in my mind before falling asleep. I remember trying to picture something specific as well, which was originally a giant horse*** (big enough to step on buildings), which eventually morphed into a giant cat. This may have some relation to my first dream involving cats, but I can't be sure.

***I figured trying to picture something completely unrealistic and keeping it in my mind before going to sleep might trigger that thought manifesting itself in my dreams. I figured a horse the size of king-kong is something you don't see everyday, and should immediately tell me that I'm dreaming if I were to see one. The horse ended up becoming a cat as I lost focus while succumbing to sleep, and it's possible that it did have wings; like the cat that triggered my lucid. I can't recall at this point. I'm not sure if this is a common method for triggering a lucid dream, but it's something that seems to give me results and will continue to keep trying as I document my results in my DJ

This dream I barely went lucid at the very end, but it still counts i guess. I was in this guys house and he was setting up this fall out shelter in his basement that he was preparing for the apocalypse or something like that. So these people start coming in the front door and he says oh shit its immigration or something lol, nothing about the dream told me we were illegal immigrants but i think thats what he said. So we start running downstairs to the shelter and they start chasing us and we keep going down for about 5 floors through all these different rooms. Then once we finally get the shelters we put these big crates of food in the shelter and he puts in the code and closes the door. And I say hey whats the code because he locked me out but he doesnt respond. So I go out this sliding glass door to the outside when i get this hint that I'm in a dream, so I make this katana appear in my hand and thats when I'm near this bush thats under a porch. The main person chasing me is this boss, its this lady thats fit like a gymnast and she jumps down off the porch and i slice her head off with the katana, but the only thing thats left is her hair which looks like brown clay with little pieces of hair stuck to it.

I also had another dream where me and my brother were in someone elses house and there was cleaning maids there. Then we took off our shoes and walked down the hall and there was a bearded dragon that was much bigger than mine (i have one as a pet) and i was thinking why mine isn't as big as this. Thats all I remember before waking up.

Then I had a third dream, and I had just seen the movie sinister the night before. And all through the movie when i was watching it i was thinking id be carrying around a shotgun the whole movie. So Im in this hallway that looks like a room from Resident Evil 1 and I see one of my friends across the hallway so I walk towards them but there are a set of stairs in the middle and this small person with the mask of Mr. Boogie comes up the stairs and I blow it to the ground with a double barrel shotgun. Why am I using so many weapons in my dreams? pic related, its the guy I shot in my last dream with the shotgun

Deadpool

I remember being chased by something or someone and thinking "man if zombies show up I'm gonna go nuts". They show up out of nowhere and I'm running through a mall. When I got outside I saw hundreds of them. Jumping off buildings gnawing and people and all sorts of things.

The bad news was everyone was gonna die. The good news was, I just so happened to be deadpool. I pulled out two katanas and ran directly into the crowd and went on the offensive. Blood was flying and heads were rolling. Eventually I met up with some people who weren't infected and they were filling my trail of blood.

We arrived at a kitchen and once everything was dead, decided to take a break. Someone was hungry, but I was trying to tell them that they'll probabaly get infected from the food.

Also, my swords were weird. They were semi translucent....like they have been in some of my lucids.

I was visiting weird planets with Yuya as I often do in a rather deep dream that had been going on for multiple hours.
Then this happened:

There it is, a feeling all too familiar that I have not experienced in a long time.
I am scared... so fucking scared.
Fortunately my body reacts on its own, powering up and thus protecting me from the overwhelming pressure off the aura that has just appeared.
I know this feeling all too well, even though it has been such a long time since I've last experienced it.

This is very unexpected.
I have lately gone out of my way to get into trouble, because there is nothing like the fear you experience during a fight where your opponent is actually strong enough to kill you.
But in such fights, it is more of a mixture of fear and excitement you are experiencing.
The feelings of a true fights are difficult to explain, but there's a very special vibe to them that is oddly fascinating.

But this... this isn't.
There is no excitement, there are no feelings associated to those of a good fight.
This is pure fear.

Usually I gradually power up during fights, trying to find a good balance so that I am on a similar level to my opponent, because that makes things most interesting.
But this time I'm not. My body instinctively powered up all the way.
And I will need every single bit of strength if I want to survive this.

Fucking Templars who hunt me down because the god from their delusions told them so.
If only they weren't so ludicrously strong.
I can't afford anything less than a perfect level of concentration.
The first time I encountered one of them, I had both Yuya and Silver with me and I still came close to dying on multiple occasions.
To top it off I only managed to win the fight by using an ability that I can only use once every few years.
And that was a stray Templar, possibly weaker than the one I'm facing right now.
http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hyu/...dragons-18805/

The second time I was in a room full of portals, and managed to make a run for it.
This time I won't have a choice. We'll have to fight.
They are so fast that I won't be able to draw my phoenix wings without creating a very short opening, inevitably resulting in my death.
Yes. They are that fast. There is zero room for errors.

"The true lord demands your death Anassasi."
"I couldn't care less about your delusions."
"Oh but you should. Your death is inevitable, regardless of how much you try to resist us."
"The Templars will hunt you for all eternity."

He plays with his staff in a taunting manner.
It's odd. Regardless of how much hate there is during a fight, if both parties have considerable strength, there is always a certain degree of respect. Even if it is only the respect in your opponents strength.
And an element of excitement, because only rarely do you have the opportunity to go all out if you are this strong.
But with Templars there is none of that.
There is only the urge to survive.
And them? I'm not even sure if they have feelings at all besides hatred for certain dreamers.

I know that WakingNomad has encountered them as well. I used to call them Paladins, but after reading that he calls them Templars, the term has somehow emerged into my dreams.

Yuya has casted her water spheres and her aura is clearly on edge. But even like this there is an inexplicable beauty to her aura, even if she is ready to kill.
If only our truly overpowered abilities would work against them.
They are immune to both my dragon eyes and Yuya's water extraction technique.
I'm not sure if they have any water in their bodies.
They have a certain artificial look to them. Maybe it is because they never show any emotions besides hate.

"Today the dragon will die."

I grip my katana tightly. It is fully of energy and vibrates strongly in my hand.
I am perfectly focused on him. I am waiting for the slightest of changes within his aura.
There is is! A small twitch... and he is gone.

He appears right in front of me, but I was perfectly prepared for his blink and am already midway in my own blink, bringing me only slightly out of reach of his staff.
It hurts!
I had forgotten that any proximity to their aura causes a feeling of pressure so strong that you think it could burn off your skin.
But it doesn't feel like the heat of fire, it is what I assume it would feel like if you got an acid burn.

It's go time.
I charge towards the Templar and clash my sword into his staff.
I cannot comprehend how their staffs can deflect such power. It doesn't feel like they charge any energy onto them.
Any material should easily break in such a situation if you don't.
Yuya is throwing her spheres against him, and occasionally casting high pressure water beams into his direction.
But they are simply deflected by his armor in the same manner his staff is deflecting my sword.
It is so frustrating.

My aura is right at the edge of hurting my own body. The vibrations are only barely bearable.
I see the sky red and the clouds burning. My blood is boiling.
In such a state I need to be careful not to accidentally damage my own body.
Yuya is pushed slightly outside of the battle my various pressure attacks.

"Do you know how we kill a dragon?"

A device on his staff activates and my katana is teleported and trapped against it.
He smiles and charges at me with his staff.

"The last Templar who thought so is long dead you fool."

This trick may have worked once, but I'm not falling for it again.
I cast my katana away and re-materialize it in my hand.
He didn't expect this. Maybe I can force a small opening.
I skillfully bring myself into a better position.
Yes! This is perfect, I got him at a dead angle.
I charge all the energy into my sword that I can manage and swing it against the right side of his abdomen as he passes me.
I can feel it clashing against his armor and releasing all of its energy. A perfect hit!

Coldness. Shudder.
I blink instinctively, but slightly too late.
A sharp pain emerges from my left shoulder.
How did he manage to reposition himself like that?
He was to my right and I clearly hit him hard.
How did he manage to cut into my left shoulder?
And why the fuck does his staff have retractable blades?

The situation calms down as we all got some space between us.
Fuck, I have to fight on my own for a split second and I'm already wounded.
I feel blood slowly streaming down my arm.
Usually the dragon aura would naturally take care of it and close the wound, but there's something about a Templars aura that prevents such in-combat healing techniques.
I cast fire onto the skin surrounding the wound and burn it shut.
It hurts, but I have so much adrenaline in my body that it isn't as bad as it sounds.

Then I notice that Yuya is wounded as well, though only superficial.
She has a small cut on her left arm, and she appears to have frozen the wound shut.
This is not going well.

I inspect the Templar in the hopes of spotting some serious damage dealt by my last attack.
There is a dent in his armor.
Are you fucking kidding me? I landed a perfect hit!
I hit him so hard that the changes of air pressure around him caused extensive damage to the ground surrounding us.
But his armor? A fucking dent?
How are we supposed to beat him?

The fight continues, but it quite frankly isn't looking good for us.
He manages to land near-hits on us with nearly every try, whereas all of our attacks bounce off his stupid armor.
If only Silver was here. But he isn't, and he won't come.

I'm starting to become exhausted.
Templars don't seem to suffer from this issue. The longer this fight will drag on the worse our situation will become.

Alright. Time for more risky tactics.
I lower my katana slightly, giving the Templar an opening if he charges me head on.
And sure enough he comes right at me.
Time nearly stops. I see him slowly approaching me during one fast leap.
He's moving so fast that pressure waves are building around his body.

Yuya's aura is clearly alarmed. She is very worried about me... and... so am I.
Was this really a good idea? What was I thinking?
I haven't used this ability in years, I can't even remember it properly.
It's to late to question it now... just go with it.

I slightly lower the dragonic energy in my body. Any hit now and I am most certainly dead.
I shift all the energy into the right side of the blade of my katana.
Then I rapidly focus phoenix energy within my body.

This is a horrible idea. It is so dangerous to do this.
Dragonic energy is demonic in nature, whereas phoenix energy is divine.
Like fire and ice. Matter and Antimatter.
Any mistake will rip my body apart.
I do not have the experience I had a few years ago, and even then, as mad as I was, I respected and feared using both energies at the same time greatly.

My eyes and my dragon tattoo begin to hurt intensely.
They are being attacked my the divine energy.

I increase the phoenix energy until it reaches the same level as the dragon energy.
Then I funnel it into my blade as well, but on the other side.
I now have two independent energy circuits running through my blade and body.
But they draw their power from the same source: my aura.
I need to divide my concentration.
Half of it to make sure I do not kill myelf.
The other half to coordinate my attack.

My katana begins to vibrate heavily.
I turn the dragon energy into heat. A heat greater than that of suns, probably only matched by the pressure within a black hole, something only a dragon can do.
With my phoenix energy I do the exact opposite. Absolue zero. The temperature at which everything stops, an ability exclusive to wielders of divine energy.
Both touch only at the edge of the blade.
This causes the laws of physics to break down.
Such opposing forces cannot occupy the same space, yet they do at the very edge of the blade.
An intense pressure vortex forms around my blade because the air surrounding it no longer has any idea how to act.

I swing my katana at the Templar, who is now only centimeters away from me.
The intense pressure emerging from my sword closes the opening I gave him earlier.
This has to work. This is one of the most powerful techniques I know of, and I am risking my life to perform it.
It is not a dragon ability, nor is it a phoenix ability.
It is my ability. Mine alone. A combination of powers only I could use on the most extreme level.
If this doesn't hurt him nothing will.

As I swing my katana towards him. I no longer manage to contain the force within.
Some energy leaks out, causing intense vortexes around us.
It emits a pure, blinding light.

And then, they finally clash.
My katana and his staff.
The explosion of energy is beyond anything I've ever experienced.
My senses shut down to protect my body from the intensity of the situation.
It is like witnessing the big bang. The emergence of a sheer infinite supply of energy from a tiny point in space.

My senses slowly recover...
The energy in my body is completely unstable. Both the dragonic and phoenix circuits have completely shut down.
As my vision normalizes I can see the disaster I have caused in front of me.
The entire landscape is partially frozen and partially on fire.
A huge crack in the landscape, starting at my feet, reaches kilometers into the distance.
At some points it is multiple meters wide.
And that was caused by nothing but the side effects of my technique.
The energy released by the attack was all directed perfectly towards the Templar, none of it touched my surroundings.

I turn around, still in slow motion.
He must be dead. Please be dead.
As I turn I notice my katana burning in a bright blue flame.
It is vibrating at an immensely high frequency, emitting a very high pitched tone.
No other material would ever have been able to contain the energy needed for this attack.
It was forged using parts of my dragonic and phoenix energy,
designed specifically to be able to hold these forces for short periods of time.

And then I see him, turning around as well.
Our eyes meet.
He is not dead.
And he is angry. Properly mad.
He swings his fully intact staff back into an attack position.
We are so screwed.

But then, a flicker of hope.
The chest plate of his armor shatters and drops to the ground revealing a long cut reaching all the way from his shoulder to his abdomen.
But even though the wound is deep, no blood is coming out of it.
He is clearly wounded though.
But so am I.

My aura took quite a hit. It wasn't him though.
Even though I controlled both energies perfectly I still damaged my aura.
But the damage is low and mostly superficial.
Small arcs of lighting are shooting across my body because of it.
I'm still operating my aura at the absolute maximum. The arcs are caused by energy leaking out of the tiny damaged spots.

But then all the hope I just gathered vanishes.
A second Templar emerges from a portal.
And the first one doesn't even seem to be in that bad of a shape after my attack.
We need to run. We need to run now.
But I don't know how.

Energy emerges from below the ground. Yes! There's still a chance.
During the short downtime Yuya managed to collect a huge concentration of water below the ground and cast her Leviathan.
It bursts out from below the ground and both the Templars disappear within it.
An attack of truly godlike proportions.

But this won't be enough time. It'll buy us maybe a tenth of a second, not enough to cast my phoenix wings and get us out.
I need to buy more time.
I blink towards Yuya and summon the huge phoenix wings on my back, and focus as much phoenix energy as I can.
I will block a single attack.
This should provide enough time for Yuya to draw a portal.
Maybe portaling will buy us enough time for me to use the phoenix teleportation, which they cannot follow.
This is one of the situations where it is truly advantageous that we share our thoughts.

I stand strong before her, surrounding us with a divine energy shield.
I'm putting all the force that I have left into it.
Yuya is casting a portal on the ground in the mean time.
Point one of a second... come on!

A beam of light breaks the Leviathan body and hits my energy shield hard.
A purely energy based attack.
The ground around is disintegrates under the force.
Only the parts within my shield remain intact.
But I won't be able to hold this for the tenth of a second we need.
It will collapse too early.

I start shrinking it to conserve energy.
Right now it is encompassing my huge phoenix wings. I won't need those to survive.
I shrink it all the way down until it only protects our bodies.
My wings burn to ashes as they touch the outer limits of the shield.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
How long can a tenth of a second last?

My wings are nearly completely gone now.
We are kneeling, the shield diameter is down a meter and a half.
And then finally the portal forms below my feet and we fall through.
We enter the wormhole created by the portal.
Blood from my broken wings streams into it.

It goes far... very far.
Yuya casted a portal towards a location much farther away than I've ever been.
This might buy us the time we need.
We emerge from the other end of the wormhole, onto a barren planet.
I immediately summon the phoenix wings on my left arm and try to make us enter the fabric of space and get us home.
Yuya nearly collapses under the exhaustion of having casted this portal right after the Leviathan.

The wings materialize and I can sense our bodies shifting into the fabric.
Both Templars appear out of nowhere closely in front of us.
But this will work. This is enough time.
The wound I caused on one of them is already in the process of healing.
What the fuck? How... ?
The other one smiles at me.

"Run little dragon! Run! We will get you soon enough!"

Followed by a maniacal laughter.
Finally we disappear into the fabric of space and are transported to Haven.
As we emerge, we drop to the ground exhausted.
My entire body is shaking, either from fear or because I pushed my body too far, I'm not sure.

"I'm sorry. I thought we had more time."

I knew it would happen. Somewhere deep within I knew it would happen after I fought the first one of them.
He was weaker, sort of a run-away or something, no longer obeying the Templar collective.
I never imagined that the others would be so much more powerful.

"I need to become stronger... much stronger."

She looks at me in a very sad way.
I have never seen her sad before. She is always so happy and full of energy.

"I'm so sorry. I did not bring you back for this, I don't want you to have to fight again."
"Of course you didn't. But it is inevitable. I will have to fight. I will have to fight again."
"If this is what it takes to be here again then I will fight... "

I look at my still shaking hands.
I am so strong already. So immensely powerful.
Yet, I still stand no chance against them, no chance whatsoever.
Not even in a two on one fight.
I think about the journey ahead of me.
I'm going to need help... I'm going to need a lot of help...

Deal's a deal.

New color, to boot.

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6.4.2012

Enter: Unknown (????)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM LUCIDISH DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After some hypnosis shenanigans, I fly off to a dangerous area off-campus, one guarded and maintained by ancient spirits of the past--and predictably end up needing to defend myself; as I'm failing to cut through some obstacles with a Katana I manifested, a woman appears and and teases me about it, making me rethink my approach and attack the problem differently and much more successfully.

7.4.2012

Holding Back (????)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM LUCIDISH DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After a town-wide Nerf war, my GF and I find ourselves traveling through a temple in a strange society filled with warrior-like scholars who challenge us each to a sparring match; my GF handles herself well against one of the school's intermediate disciples, but when I ask to face their best fighter--the head-teacher's second in command--I'm forced to hold back everything to avoid killing him, which makes him feel insulted.

A lot of what I "remember" from the early part seemed more of a blur as a bits of my dreams do, usually the times when i'm alone and there is nothing being said (i vaguely recall an... "everywhere storm" on the US and another shark themed dream passed by in the blur last night)

But yes, all of a sudden I was like... driving around this sity, had just taken an off ramp and was driving around looking for something. It was dark, and for some reason I was particularly trying to stay away from "skunks" (what i generally call their calls). I managed to pass through the town with only seeing glimpses of them going in their own directions.

I remember the feeling of urgency growing rather strongly in this dream, that I needed to find the freeway and and backtrack or go somewhere else. Another thing I must note, wasn't the first time I'd been to that city. First time driving around there.... but I can pull back having a dream some months where I was running around it barefoot or something.

. . . . . (catching flickers of a memory) nah.... that was... hmmm For some reason I'm remembering a lot of.... aerial acrobatics.... which is something i generally don't do (matrix-status jumping around/over homes/buildings)

Anywho after the driving dream ended.... there was one more dream for me to have.

Once again another hotel/motel (may have been a motel in this one, looked more like it). As the dream started, I'd just arrived with a 2 others. For some reason me and one of them expected someone to be waiting inside.

One of the two followed behind me (for some reason, some people in my dreams... may as well just be a dark shadow with no detail XD..... I just don't see them, i know they are there, but I can't place what gender they even are .) The other went to a side window to look inside. Before doing this I of course "pulled" 2 swords that I own, (one being my main, but the other wasn't the other one from the previous, which would explain what happened in a few moments) I have my main spkatana, and i toss my old oceankatana to the person i arrived with about to go for the window. Now armed we proceeded

I went straight for the door, opened it about an inch, and then kicked it the rest of the way open. At this point, me and the follower only had t otake a few steps in. Just being me, I naturally decided to just pear around the door (against the wall where the door sits when fully open), and.... I couldn't even see them but he was there, just as with those i'd came with.... I could but couldn't see him. Within the second I saw the othersword, the angel-wakizashi (naming em for later reference) flying right into my face, I remember pulling back just in time to see the blade extend past it and the eventual hand and handle of the sword which is how i knew which one it was.

I grabbed the person and pulled them away from the door, one of the others was about to help me with em while i had them locked up, to which I yelled at them not to. I tripped the person/thing up and followed him to the ground, both of us still also clutching the Wakazashi (short katana for those who don't know), a smooth as butter I turned it towards his chest and sunk it down into him. I vaguely remember me/those with me asking who sent him... But I don't remember hearing any answer. Pretty much when I woke up.

May go and type up some other entries while I seem to be in the dream remembering mode, an have the day off. Have missed a lot.

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27.12.2011

Intervention (WILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After meeting up with a close friend, we sneakily escape notice during an assault on a nearby high school, but instead of running I decide to take matters into my own hands, burst through the back doors, and show those thugs what happens when you disrupt my lucids; when all was said and done, we put their still-living heads in a large case for proper disposal at a later date.

Note: Embedded videos should offer some insight into what influenced certain elements the dream. They should also be pretty cool.

17.12.2011

Aggressive Negotiations (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Me

”Turn around. NOW!”

I scream at the driver of the sedan, as an irrational fear takes hold. At least, it seems irrational, but trucks never come down this way, never two of them. What's more, one is all but blocking the road out of the neighborhood. Clearly something is about to go down.

As if suddenly realizing the danger, the person driving turns around, unusually slowly; we’re headed back home, to my court. Thankfully, we get there pretty quickly, and I'm plopped in the street as the car hastily drives off. Before departing, the driver left me with the task of blending in at a nearby Christian High School.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

No big deal. I’ll be able to skate by today, stay uninvolved with the afairs of these kids, and be out of here in no time.

Entering the door on the left, I find myself in an office-like recepetion area. The secretary, behind a glass pane, informs me that I’m not allowed over here, “All the kids are supposed to be on the other side.”

Originally Posted by Me

“Sure thing,” I smile warmly to alleviate suspicion.

Outside again, I enter the right-most part of the one-story, tan walled building, only to find myself in an almost identical area, with an almost identical secretary. From the back of the room, a middle-aged woman walks up to me, grinning broadly.

Originally Posted by Creepy Lady

“Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you," she make a large, hurried motion, "Quickly, come this way.”

Not really sure what to think, I go with it, and follow her into a small room where a young girl is sitting, handcuffed to a table. There’s an empty chair across from her, I sense it’s for me. Sure enough, as soon as I sit, the woman leaves me to my own devices. It’s clear I’m meant to interrogate this girl, find out what she knows, etc.

Originally Posted by Me

“Hi there.”

She doesn’t respond.

Originally Posted by Me

“Well, if you don’t want to talk to me. . . is there anyone you do want to talk to?”

With a thought, and a bit of direction from girl’s own mind, I make a few holograms appear beside her, shifting through those she seems to want to speak with. She gives a name; I don’t recognize it, but I’m able to create a representation of her desired point of contact and bring that representation to life. Of course, it’s under my control. Oddly, I think she knows that, but her fervor and crazed look tell me speaking with this image of her superior, a small, red, impish demon in a classy suit, would be the only way to get a peep out of her.

What follows is a less than ideal double-reverse interrogation session. Each of us indirectly scrambling to find what the other knows, giving up only what we know we can, all in the ruse of a communication between allies.

She knows about the recent assassination attempt on my life, is saddened to hear of its failure, but is pleased various other atrocities back home are panning out nicely. Once it’s clear I was revealing more than I was getting, I pause the image.

Originally Posted by Me

“Yes,” I say, “I know you know, but nothing said on my end was a lie. No propaganda. You really do work for someone like that, idolize someone like that.”

She makes a snide remark I can’t recall, and I respond with an outrageous outburst that has her questioning my sanity:

Originally Posted by Me

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I’M HARRY FUCKING POTTER.”

I pull out a wand and destroy the projection of the demon in a shower of sparks; her look says it all. That’s when I notice it, at the door behind me, a presence of ill-intent. I stand quickly to see a green form dart past me, out the window, to the street beyond. By the girl’s gleeful reaction, I know this won’t be good. Drawing a blade, I go to the thing's exit point and see a green monster, spherical, with a gaping maw across it’s center and a face within that.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

It doesn’t look like it wants to get close. . . And I really shouldn’t go outside. It might be a trap.

So, I do the next best thing, make some adjustments to my katana, stick it out the window, and rapidly extend the length of the blade, shooting it out into into the inner face of that green wretch. It seems as shocked as it is in pain. A few quick, long-range swipes later, and the monster is no longer surprised. . . or in pain.

Suddenly, the roof of the building tears away, and I’m face to face with. . . a clown?

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“There you are.” The pointy faced, garishly dressed, figure states plainly. He's casually wielding two large, black and red scythes. Seemingly, he doesn't take me seriously.

Originally Posted by Me

“I assume this is a rescue attempt. Or are you here for me?”

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“Don’t concern yourself with the details,” he jumps from his perch, “It doesn’t matt--”

Before he can get out the words, I’ve already spotted an opening and severed his legs from his body; there's not as much blood as I'd expected.

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“Oh, please.” The clown is unamused. Rightfully so, as a new set of legs immediately takes the place of the old ones, slinking out of his baggy, red and yellow, pin-striped pants.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

Interesting.

He comes at me with the scythes, bringing them together to form some sort of long, narrow drill. Again, he’s sloppy, and I’m able to avoid the attack, removing an arm in the process. Un-phased, he regenerates and grabs his scythe before gravity can even affect it.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

I wonder if his torso is that resilient.

In the air now, I close in quickly and engage in an armed grapple, locking down the movement of his scythes. He begins to form his drill, and I’m forced to readjust my grip to avoid having one of my hands blended up.

Originally Posted by Me

“Mae, now.”

An ethereal spirit bursts from my chest and impales the clown with her sword before disappearing as quickly as she came. The clown looks confused and, to my delight, wounded. Seizing the opportunity, and making a bold move, I break away, just enough to free my blade and create another opening, which I use to plunge my blade into the fool’s side. He’s too wracked with pain to do much as I brutally impale him, again and again, dragging my razor-sharp steel through his body.

But still, he lives. I realize I'm going to have to step things up a notch if--


Damn alarm.

??.11.2011

Dragon (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I see it: the cause of the rampant destruction, taking place just down the block. A green dragon, female, on a tyrade, clearly looking for someone, I can’t help think that someone is me.

Figures. I think, making my retreat into a nearby flat, flying up to the second story, fire-breathing giant right on my tail. Unfortunately, I quickly find I’m not as safe as I’d like to be when the dragon bursts its head through the wall.

I don’t want to deal with this right now, I realize suddenly as the dragon exclaims her joy in finding me. I walk up to her, reminding myself this is a dream, and walk out the door to the roof-top balcony. Hopping down, it’s clear the dragon isn’t going to leave me alone simply because I’m not interested in fighting. A burst of flames hits me hard, but fails to phase me.

Fine. I’ve got some stuff I wanted to try anyways.

I pull a katana from my side and throw it to the ground in front of me. Another, and another, I pull from the air beside me. Tossing them around me. Raising my hands, I direct my TK at the lot of them, but. . . I’m meeting some resistance. Inexplicably, I can only manage exerting control over one, so I figure I’ll just go with it.

With a thought, I fling the blade at the dragon, whirling it through the air, toward her heart. It strikes a glancing blow before flying off to the side, making a shallow cut, minor damage it seems. I bring it back around for another strike, but the dragon is producing weapons of her own, hurling them at me in much the same way, but with a much straighter path. I’ve only got a moment to react, but although the energy behind the attacks is palpable I manage to fully deflect them without much effort.

After some more back and forth, she tells me she’s impressed.

By what? I can’t help wondering, I haven’t even done anything yet.
Deciding I’ve had entirely enough of this unnecessary fight, I take to the air, slowly approaching the dragon. Deciding to finish this, I activate my Geass forcing an imprint of my will onto hers; my wishes would become her wishes, my will, her will. For a moment I feel it work, but again, I experience that same resistance as before. She puffs a bit of agitated smoke at me.

Dammit.

Not skipping a beat, I land some quick, devastating blows, get her in a lock, mess up her neck, and drop her to the ground. She doesn’t get up immediately, so I figure things are done and begin moving back into the city.

That’s when she starts to get up again. . .

______________


I’m on a Torchwood investigation, leading a three person team to the site of the most recent rift activity.

It’s the flat from before.

One of the women on the team, my partner, goes to investigate the scene of the fight from earlier. On the roof-top balcony, I show the rookie how to break in the Torchwood way, using a specialized lock picking device to get us through the door and into the room in question, where we’d find exactly what we were looking for.