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Morning of February 6, 2018. Tuesday.



In this dream, I sustain the water induction stage and create the concept of a world flood, but I am mainly focused on how many different ways the dream state can render it wrongly while remaining vivid and while I remain at least partly lucid.

The setting seems to be a large city. I have a lot of fun walking and running on the surface of the ocean and riding the tidal waves toward the city, which is mostly already covered by floodwaters. I also go underwater at times (though my dream self can always breathe underwater, as it is just the dream state and the dream self’s “physical body” is just an illusion anyway).

There are some obvious errors in rendering which I focus on with amusement.

At one point, I am swimming, but the water’s surface seems solid, though soft. Still, I slide over it on my stomach, somewhat unrealistically. In the distance, I see the tops of skyscrapers, though barely visible, emerge from the water and then sink again. This is based partly on the slope of the water’s surface changing at times.

At another point, I realize that the skyscrapers are miniature buildings. Some of them are not even as wide as my computer desk but imply a number of windows on each side. Still, I see them as normal buildings. Lesser waves, caused by my swimming, the water dynamics being far more realistic at this point, hit the buildings and I hear glass breaking, with the illogical impression that the small pieces of glass are going down to the bottom (inside) floors of the skyscrapers. I find interest and enjoyment in this situation for several minutes (mainly because it is the semi-lucid dream state and I can create and destroy whatever I want, the breaking glass sometimes sounding more like wind chimes).

At another point, I find amusement in how there is a dry area between a number of miniature buildings (again, still implied to be a real and normal-sized city) with the water somehow kept back by an invisible wall in this particular area (at least one city block implied), though it is not perceived as an invisible wall by my dream self, only an erroneous dream rendering, which I actually start to make fun of in my dream. That is, I am making fun of the dream state and its inability to be consistent or render the setting realistically in this particular case, actually speaking aloud (my dream self’s voice that is) to the dream itself.

I play around with the setting and various dynamics for a long time before waking. I mentally will new buildings to appear at times, and then bring the floodwaters to them. There is no evidence that the city is inhabited by miniature people. I am the only one present in my dream manipulation. There is not even any indication of RAS mediation, dominant or otherwise (though this is mainly because it is not the last dream of the sleeping period, where things like needing to wake and go to the bathroom are not yet dominant factors).

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Morning of January 26, 2018. Friday.



I become aware of being in the living room of the Cubitis house. (No threads of my present conscious self identity are extant at this time.)

My father is alive and as he was in the 1960s. I have no recall of his death in 1979. He is standing near the north end of the living room. I am sitting closer to the kitchenette.

A television is on for a short time. It shows a group of teenagers yelling and going into a school building. “I never really liked school,” I tell my father, “I would have rather gone to a labor camp, chopping wood or laying bricks.” My father seems passive but expresses mild interest in what I am saying. Eventually, I decide that this is not entirely true, as I did not mind elementary school so much. (This is mainly a result of the typical failure of viable memories in the dream state. I did not really dislike school as much as my fictional dream self implies here. It seems to be a reference to when I actually did chop wood, use a fence pole digger, and help build a fence instead of going to middle school for a short time, when the “outdoor classroom” was first being designed and built in Florida.)

Eventually, I get the impression that I can influence the movement of the curtain on the east window, closest to the kitchenette. Although I am not lucid, I start to notice that the curtain responds directly to what I say aloud (similar to how a real-time scripted dream works, and yet, again, there is no lucidity at any point). My father goes to the southwest bedroom as I remain in the living room. After I am sure I am controlling the curtain, I call to him to show him what I can do, but I do not see him. The situation is interesting but somewhat eerie. “Up to the ceiling,” I say, and the curtain obeys, swaying and moving to become flat against the ceiling. “Twist around,” I say, and the curtain twists itself around. “To the right,” I say, and the curtain slowly moves toward the kitchenette. I do this about twenty times, with at least five different instructions, and they always work.

I become distracted by a noise in the backyard. Looking out, I notice a tidal wave, all along the eastern horizon, approaching from a distance. It seems to be nighttime, but I can see the whiteness of the high foamy wave.

“Tidal wave, there is a tidal wave coming,” I yell. I do not see my father come out, but I am trying to warn him. Soon, the tidal wave hits the house. I can feel the house shake. I see and feel water coming in through the east windows. It flows quickly throughout the living room and my bedroom, and yet there is no direct impact of water on my body, only some cool refreshing splashes. Still, I yell, seeing that several high stacks of paper with documented dreams, under my bed, are apparently soaked, and I slowly recall Zsuzsanna’s dream journals as well. There is wetness, but no indication of flooding over the floor at this point.

I yell in annoyance just as I hear Zsuzsanna and our children on the carport. I get the impression that they had just returned from shopping or the library. Zsuzsanna calls out to me, wondering what is going on. There is no indication that the tidal wave had affected their approach to the house, or that they had even seen it (which of course is ludicrous if one wants to force logic on dreams where none exists).

She and our children walk through the front door. “Everything is wet,” I say loudly. “Not everything?” Zsuzsanna asks hopefully. “Everything,” I confirm. I wake at this point, with Zsuzsanna standing near our bed in reality and our youngest daughter nearby. I am somewhat confused as to whether our oldest daughter is in the area since she had been in my dream, though I do not see her.

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This dream is partly a beautiful connection to a fully lucid childhood dream, “The Staged Bull” from 1971 (as well as several other dreams). Both dreams use curtains as the division between the dream self and the conscious self and the perceived danger of RAS (as the waking alert factor), familiar autosymbolism for the waking transition. In this dream, my subliminal focus on reinduction brings a tidal wave (also a circadian rhythms factor) rather than the usual passive connection to water rising at the beginning of most sleeps. (This is also an association with the indoor rain we had in real life after our roof was torn off, though in reality, our dream journals did not get wet.) The typical doorway waking symbolism is utilized by RAS here, with no recall that Zsuzsanna had never been to America, let alone Cubitis (and as I have written before, I believe this is to prevent dream memories from being mistaken as having real-life meaning other than when prescient). My father wanders off to a bedroom (dream state indicator) and my control of the curtains seems like an amazing breakthrough in adding one more thread of dream knowledge in validating the autosymbolic meaning they entail. (Both autosymbolism for liminal space division and an association with control of the dream state as an implied stage, which also has curtains, yet also has the association with stage of sleep.) In previous dreams, I had chosen to “freeze” tidal waves and nuclear explosions in order to sustain the dream state and make it last for ten to fifteen additional minutes.

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When I woke up in the middle of the night I remembered this dream. I was back in school taking tests, after I had finished a test, I would move to another seat in the class where there was another test and I would do that test too. There were some other people there too, who I recognized as old classmates from highschool, doing the same thing. I was fine up until the last test when I ran out of time for class was over. The teacher let me finish it after class, but I wasn't able to finish it before the dream shifted.

I was wandering around the school now, but the school had morphed into a different building now, not sure what, I just know it wasn't a school anymore. I ended up in a somewhat bigger room where people were gathering. The details get hazy, but there was some sort of commotion and this one guy pulls out a gun and starts shooting at the others. The guy in front of me was in between me & the shooter, he turns and runs toward me. As he does he gets shot in the back three times. The gunman is out of ammo at this point and some people restrain him. Just as I'm thinking the guy who got shot would be ok, he slumps down to the floor dead. I was trying to help this guy before he dies, and looking at the extent of his injuries. Now that he is dead I try to resuscitate him.

My dream vision begins morphing at this point to where its like I have x-ray vision, but in a campy way. I can see the insides of people, although all my DCs now look dead, but I know its only the one guy in front of me who is really dead, not the others. I can see everyone's skeletons and their internal organs. Only their internal organs look campy representations of organs, like instead of real lungs, they look like balloons, etc. So the gross factor is really minimal. So I begin working on the dead guy who was shot, and I give him CPR. I'm pushing on his skeleton looking chest with my hands, I'm not really liking it but it has to be done. I know he is revived when I see his "balloon lungs" start breathing on their own. I'm glad that he is alive again, and to get my normal mode sight back again, my dream automatically morphs over into a different scene.

Now I'm somewhere outside, but near the ocean. My previous efforts have made me become lucid now. My dream isn't quite stable, and my dream characters start to panic as weird weather appears and there might have been an earthquake too. Some of my DCs are saying it is the end of the world and it is God's judgement and stuff. Although I'm seeing it all happen, it doesn't phase me one bit. Instead I start hearing what sounds like the voice of God speaking to everyone, me too. I get an idea to get out of the area, so I say let there be a big wave I can ride. As if hearing me, a big wave appears in the ocean. I was somehow able to leap over onto it and surf it with my feet all the way across the ocean to what I thought was Europe. There isn't any end of the world stuff going on when the wave gives out on the shore and I step calmly off. The only odd thing was I couldn't sense any people around, at least there was no one outside. It was eerie feeling.

I walked up to this church, "willing" for people to be inside. Once I opened the doors and went in, I did find people were inside. Even my cousin was there and it looked like I was back in a dream from earlier in the night although I don't remember the details of that earlier dream. It was as though the tidal wave had took me back into an earlier dream I had and I found that quite interesting.

Morning of June 16, 2014. Monday.



This is one of those dreams that seems somewhat lucid in a tentative experimental sense; vivid and with an energy that seems close to “purifying”, and yet not fully lucid where total conscious control is utilized - thus I remain mostly a witness.

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It starts out at a level where I feel energetic and very well, almost with a sense of ongoing “completion” and "perfection” regarding my life’s path. I am not sure of the location. It is probably a more integrated composite of several houses including our present home, sister Marilyn’s older house, and Cubitis, as is sometimes the case, yet such composites always vary from dream to dream including in directional orientation. The overall layout is most similar to Cubitis, yet the essence is more like our last home on Barolin Street. My wife Zsuzsanna and I are involved in some sort of educational work, but my sister Marilyn appears and so does brother Jim. Even though both relatives (from my mother’s side) have passed away, Marilyn makes an unusual comment about Jim being there and points it out in a way that she “knows” something is not quite right. It does not even seem unusual to me that someone who had died is now at the house pointing out how somehow else had died. It seems to be about midday.

Jim seems very cheerful but soon starts talking about a tidal wave approaching, excitedly pointing in its direction and talking about its force and size. I am able to see the large wave coming from about two blocks away but it does not seem to be a major destructive force. This one is only slightly above rooftop level as it approaches. I am somewhat annoyed by the idea of having some of our belongings damaged by water, but it is not a dominant thought. I get a clear feeling that I will just have to deal with it and am I neutral in the implications after a short time. The wave hits and water rushes through the house in a somewhat exhilarating sense (as if it was almost an enriching event). I notice other people outside yelling about it, but not in terror; more like mild surprise.

A little later, I go outside to the direction where the wave had approached from and the scene and landscape changes dramatically and it is also now late in the evening. I am in a state of lucidity but witness-only awe relative to the various types of ways the world can end, all occurring at the same time (which seems very amusing to me for some reason, almost like some sort of unlikely gag). I have no fear or worry at all and feel a positive energy; almost enthralled to near physical pleasure. Jim is now very happily swimming in the ocean to my left (apparently much of the world has been flooded). Zsuzsanna and I are standing on a balcony-like area or more like an elevated area of a Medieval castle.

As in many past dreams of semi-lucidity relative to ocean scenes, I imagine the creation of a plesiosaurus-like sea serpent which materializes in a fairly short time and rises from the water. Above us, but towards the horizon - at about a seventy-degree inclination (common for viewing in-dream events in the sky) there are odd events occurring near and on the visible but dim sun even though it is fully nighttime. The sun, though, seems to be behind some sort of odd "filter” or unusual static (unmoving) squarish gray cloud. Slightly to its right are several small meteors moving horizontally to my right in sparse clusters, all different colors (red, green, purple, blue, etc.), seemingly fizzing across the sky almost like the appearance of sparklers (perhaps to also aid in the end of the world along with other events I seem to be aware of, such as earthquakes, Earth going out of orbit, volcanoes, etc.), but I am not sure if they are close or farther out in space.

I call happily out to Jim about the sea serpent behind him. He cheerfully turns and swims in the opposite direction, directly towards it, and deliberately swims into its open mouth as if that were the best thing he could do with his life. He even makes an extra attempt to make sure he is aligned properly to the jawline to get eaten as quickly as possible. This strange behavior seemed expected in the back of my mind. Meanwhile, meteors are hitting in the distance.

Later, my dream seems to shift and I am with some unknown people (or composite variations of male classmates from high school) in a casual street scene. One asks me if I had been “damaged”, referring to my childhood and relationship with my brother Earl (died November 29, 2007 at only 67), and my response is a cheerful confirmation that I had not been. He was not mean-spirited or abusive in any way, even though he did steal from family members at times.

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Morning of March 14, 2013. Thursday.



In my very vivid dream I am walking west with my family (wife Zsuzsanna and children), but seemingly in Brisbane instead of our present home. To the south (coming from Brisbane) is a tidal wave far in the distance rising up over the buildings. I tell everyone else on the streets to run and I keep saying that a tidal wave is coming. I then say, however, that we need to get to the hospital which is only about a block away in our present real-life location but does not fit the in-dream location. I say that because it is the tallest building in the immediate area in real life otherwise and I am thinking of getting every member of my family to the roof.

However, the event is getting closer and closer (probably with more speed and height than realistically that far inland). Firstly, I worry a bit about my youngest son, but he is close and is still with us. I see other people running but they do not seem very frightened.

I soon feel an amazing sense of cool water rushing down heavily onto me and see bits of foam everywhere. As we are trying to get up the wooden steps to the second-floor level of a building (the first floor is likely fully open with just storage space as are a lot of homes here) and with a taller building just behind me, it is an amazing feeling, incredibly vivid in terms of weight and pressure and overall sensations. However, I am fairly certain that had it been real it would have knocked me down and swept me away, but it is refreshing, even exhilarating, in-dream. It only causes me to bend down a bit as it hits me.

We manage to get up to the living room (there seems to be a “mirrored” flight of steps on the opposite side from where we entered). It appears to be a couple of Aborigines dressed in business suits (man and woman, about forty, facing each other at about twenty degrees) and standing near the front of the room. The television is on. I get the sense that one or more people had entered before us (through the opposite “mirrored” side) and may have already left or are in a different room. Another tidal wave comes, but it does not seem that dramatic. The water seems to be about waist-high outside.

Thursday, 2/7/13 Bed 11:30pm - 6:45am

DR 3:09 I'm modding posts

DR 4:07 Visiting gramma in K. I'm standing on a bank of a wide river with an engineer. They are filling up the flat plain with more water. I look to the right and there is a huge tidal wave of muddy water coming closer. It's winter time. People are throwing 4 squares of plastic to the water and putting a plastic sheet to top of them to make a raft. I put some MREs on the raft and we are filling up watter bottles. The wave is soming faster now and it's closer.

DR I'm telling my mom that I just woke up from a 15 min lucid. I recall flying in the air, chasing one DC flying on a stick and asking him who he is. I remember realizing that my lucid is nice and long and it started to destabilize as I was saying that.

My mom joined LDing forum and I'm reading responses to her post.

DR I'm walking through a yard with freshly planted vegetables. There is a few plants pulled out of the ground, with roots and dirt still on it. I pick one up and start eating the dirt, while I ment to eat the green part. It tastes gross. I'm helping the gardener and I toss these pulled out plants into a garbage container. Then i realize, he probably just didn't plant them yet, so I take them out of trash can.

As I'm walking away, my feet are sinking good 5 inches into the wet ground.

I just watched Hansel and Gretel so the flying and eating dirt is most likely from it.

DR 6:40 I'm called back to work at 10pm to work on stuff that was cancelled earlier. I drive there thinking about rain that's suppose to start.

08-29-2012 -- Fragments, nothing but fragments. I don't know what is going on with my dreams. A bunch of nights of incredible dreams of length and clarity and great storylines, and then nothing but fragments. And I can't see anything different about what I have been doing to prepare for sleep on the different nights. Oh well. I don't usually bother noting fragments, but a few of these struck me as interesting, so ...

Something in a hotel, may or may not have been working security. Big, fancy hotel. Lots of time between floors in elevator or on escalators. Stop by fancy restaurant inside. All I can remember.

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In my 2nd bedroom in the Hickory house, staring at a phone wire running about five feet between two spots on the wall. Somehow that phone wire is a train route in Railroad Tycoon (guess what I've been playing a lot over the last few days) and since the phone wire is a double line wrapped together, but only a single wire of it is being used, I am pulling the ends of the second wire free, and then attaching them to the same screws as the first wire. This gives me two train lines between the same cities, doubling the load capability, and therefore increasing the inheritance somebody is going to get from this train route. (Am also afraid I am going to electrocute myself.)

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I'm in a classroom somewhere, sitting at desks and somehow working on some sort of science project. One of the people here is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And there are a couple of nerds presenting ideas they've come up with. Their ideas do some great theorizing about a wide range of scientific theories, but get nowhere and accomplish nothing in the real world.

Somehow I am a super genius, and take each of these ideas, and string them all together to make things that will change the world. Amazing stuff. We're building working models of things, and one of them somehow ejects something at high speed and force, and suddenly one of the nerds has a hole in his chest. I manage to convince him it is not important, and that his body will heal it without any trouble, and to just keep working.

By this time it is a big, fancy business, and not a school room, and we are just getting ready to leave for the day when we're attacked by crooks who want to steal our ideas. We're fighting for our lives, and me, Buffy, and another tough guy (probably a vampire) are easily fighting them off, but they decide to pick on one of the nerds. They shoot at him, and I try to throw myself in front of the bullet, since it won't do me much harm, but I'm too late. He's dying. I think we have to turn him to save him.

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Somehow I am at the beach, out swimming in the ocean (Atlantic, not Pacific) and I've been swimming for some time. I'm coming up on a lifeguard tower about a half a mile out, where there are some buoys stretched out to mark the limits of how far people are allowed to go, and a life guard stationed there to enforce, and rescue those who need it.

I'm not quite there, and I am getting tired, so I swim over to one of the ropes stretching out from the shore to the buoy, and just start pulling myself along it. About this time, I notice my feet touching the ground, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm a half mile out, here. No way I should be able to touch the ground. And I start thinking about the hurricanes, and suddenly realize there must be a tidal wave coming. I start hurrying for shore as quickly as I can.

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I'm in a bedroom, no idea where this one is. I am naked, and crouched by an unblocked window that is very low in the wall, so I am barely covered. The window opens out onto the street, and it is broad daylight, so this is probably not a good thing. Doesn't bother me too much, though. There's an attractive girl here who is also wearing nothing, and I am enjoying the view. A guy walks in, and he is wearing only a shirt, and an I glance down, he seems to have the lower body of a woman. That isn't right! So I take a firm look, and good, the dangly bits that should be there, are there. He takes this to mean I am coming on to him, and he seems to like it and is approaching me, so I have to quickly explain.

Somehow I seem to be watching a cartoon, except it is happening here in the room, instead of on a screen. There is a green and yellow polka-dotted blob-like creature that is trying to rob a filing cabinet in the middle of a building late at night. To see where he is going, he opens his mouth and a beam of light comes out of it. On the wall, you can see shadow outlines of a creature in his stomach (squirrel, weasel, maybe ferret) holding the flashlight. He opens one of the filing cabinets and a mermaid pops out and lands on the ground. She can't speak, and she is using her hands to cover her breasts, so she can't really do anything except glare at the strange creature. For some reason, I think it is J.K. Rowling.

Meanwhile the guy in only a shirt is trying to read my dream journal, and I am trying to stop him. I suddenly realize this is very odd, since I am usually annoyed because there aren't enough people reading my dreams on the computer, yet I don't want him reading them here in real life. He is commenting on how he doesn't want to read the dreams about the Vatican (don't think I have ever dreamed about the Vatican, not being Catholic), and is trying to find a piece of blank paper. I don't have any in my dream journal, so I think I may have to grab some from the printer.

DATE: September 2, 2011
LUCIDITY: 1/5
COHESIVENESS: 3/5
FUN/AWESOMENESS RATING: 3/5

I was with a friend in a maze of clearings and paths through a forest of palm trees next to a sandy beach.



I looked over the treeline in time to see a massive tidal wave rising maybe a hundred feet, rushing through the trees toward us. The peak stretched inland, blanketing the sky, but I don't know what happened to the foot of the wave. I contemplated diving in and somehow beating the force of the rushing water and swimming through to the other side.

Most of the wave escape is a blur. I remember being inside a huge, warped version of my house, next to the ocean. The back wall of the kitchen was several metres tall, and I was on a ledge near the top, clinging to a little metal ring in the wall with a few other people, hoping that we were high enough to avoid the tidal waves, which were still sweeping over the beach toward the house.

When the waves passed, my house returned to normal, and I was standing in the sun room with another person. My house was supposed to be some kind of store, and this other person and I were the employees. I had just finished my shift and it was around 6pm, but my coworker had to stay until closing, around 9pm. We were staring out the window as jets flew by overhead, putting on some kind of air show. I have no idea how long that went on, but we lost interest.

I think my coworker might have been my brother. I thought about staying to keep him company, and we ended up hanging out in the living room. I don't remember what we were talking about, but at some point I went upstairs and looked out the window, and saw two furry dark figures in the yard. It was getting dusky, but I could still see them well enough to decide that it was a porcupine and a raccoon. I hadn't locked my chickens in the shed for the night yet, so I ran downstairs and grabbed my boots on to go get them.

I dashed out the back door and skidded to a stop. Somehow I hadn't noticed through the window that there were several other figures in the yard. One was a black bear, and the others might have appeared human at the time.

I started yelling to scare the bear away, but for some reason it wasn't bothered. It seemed to be really smart and aggressive, and it started moving toward the open shed door. My brother ran out onto the deck next to me with a sledgehammer in his hand, and slammed it down on the deck. It sparked as though it had scraped against metal, and the noise finally startled the bear a little. It started moving away from the shed and back down the driveway, so we kept screaming and making noise to scare it farther away.

The bear disappeared around the corner, and the yard was momentarily still. Then a large group of people from inside my house suddenly spilled out onto the deck with us. I wanted to close the shed door before the bear or any of the creatures returned--and we knew they would eventually--and a couple of the people joined me so we would be safer together. As we ran down the stairs into the yard, I vaguely registered the pitch-black forest at the edge of the yard, filled with glowing green eyes. I don't know what kind of creatures were waiting in the woods, but somehow I knew that they would stay out of the yard long enough for us to close the shed door and get back inside the house.

I dashed into the shed and found that a couple of the chickens were up on their perches, but one was still down on the ground. Apparently this chicken was living some kind of human double life and had accumulated some debt. The only way she knew how to get out of it was to kill herself, so she huddled down in the wood shavings in their pen and threw some shavings on her back. I picked up my debt-ridden chicken and set her up on the perches with the others, and turned to leave the shed quickly.

I hadn't even noticed that my friends had disappeared while my back was turned. Two vampires, a woman and a man, had snuck inside the shed and were waiting for me. I knew the man was the leader of his vampire clan, and that the bear had actually been him in disguise. The woman looked a lot like Anne Openshaw from Supernatural episode 1.20:



I backed up until I hit the wall as she moved closer, and soon she was so close she was nearly pressed against me. I don't remember what happened at that point, but somehow I managed to grab the top of the metal trash can next to me, and started hitting her in the forehead with the rim. It clearly just shocked her at first, and was a bit annoying. I kept driving the cover into her forehead, leaving marks on her skin, and she didn't even try to stop me. I don't remember if I killed her like this, or if I drove a wooden spear through her--but next thing I remember, I was tossing her corpse to the side, and then I had a makeshift spear in my hand, ready to go after the leader.

The leader was laughing a bit, but seemed like he was drunk and only half aware of what was going on. I stabbed him once shallowly, and he looked a bit stunned, so I tried it a couple more times. Finally, he started to fight back, stumbling through the open door into the yard.

I chased after him with my spear, struggling to keep up and drive the spear in farther. He ran along the edge of the yard toward the pond, quickly slipping out of my reach. I thought I had lost him before managing the fatal blow, but as I watched, he suddenly slowed down and started stumbling around drunkenly on the spot.

I closed the distance between us and drove the wooden spear straight through his torso this time. He collapsed face first on the ground in front of me, and I drove the spear through him a few more times before I was finally satisfied that he was dead. At that point, I woke up.

8/13/11

DEILD

Recall: good

The dream started in a car, as I was traveling with Sam. We were going from town to town looking for something. We find out that there is a brothel nearby and we decide to check it out. Before we went inside, we had to sit and wait outside in the dark. There were a ton of other guys stretched over a half block just killing time before they can go in. I sit down in a white plastic chair next to some people I don't know. Some dude goes up to me and points at the chair I'm sitting in saying, "is that seat taken?" A little confused, I said, "The one I am sitting in? Yeah. Its taken." Another DC laughed at the stupid question. I decided to move away from these guys so I pick up my chair and move around them. I see that the guys around me are sitting in a pink, inflatable couch.

The dream skipped and we are inside. The whole group of guys are still waiting in this room. The room had a bunch of red velvet it was all pretty fancy looking. Finally, someone walks into the room who works there and calls everyone's attention. He throws out these slips of paper. I look around and see that a few landed by me. I grab one and look at it. It had some weird markings and appears to have been torn out of some other magazine or newspaper. There is a 4 digit number written on there that I cannot make out. I am pissed because apparently we are randomly assigned girls instead of choosing....always a dangerous game.

The head guy comes over to me and sees the pile of 3 other numbers by my feet. He jokes that I'm hogging all of the numbers. I grab him some numbers and he hands them out so everyone has one. I start walking with him downstairs, still a little confused about this whole process. He asks me if sometimes my words aren't observable as quickly as my thoughts are. I get the gist of what he is saying but I say, "what?" anyway. He says another convoluted statement, but I know he is asking about my stutter. I am just at a brothel, I don't want to talk about this, so I tell him that. He is a host, and I am a guest, so he politely drops the subject.

We enter a room with a bunch of couches all lined up. I sit down and there is another random dude. Three girls show up. The most attractive one goes to the other guy (figures...). There is a decent looking brunette and a blonde who was a little thick. She had a really round face. Apparently she was new and needed training so I got a 2 for 1 deal. She starts giving me the low down after seeing how nervous I was. This was the part where you just got to know your hooker (on a side note: get to know a hooker is a good idea for a TV show). She said that light arm touches and linking arms are ok. She also mentions something about kissing, and then she dives right in. We made out for half a minute or so. It was nice at first, but then my tongue kept hitting teeth and hard palate. We start talking for a bit. The girls kind of switch off talking to me. I notice they laugh a lot at my terrible jokes, but I guess hookering has to involve some acting.

The guys are asked to leave and talk with the main host again. I go over and sit next to Sam. The host hands us some cards and starts to talk turkey. He is talking about how much it will cost and other rules as I look at what he gave us. It was some sort of bill. The first thing was a 4 drink maximum. Some drinks were written below it, and they matched the drinks I "remember" having. I didn't drink anything but I thought I had. The total was $45. I didn't think that was so bad. Apparently we still had another "date" part of the encounter coming up, and I was pissed that I used up my drinks. I had no idea that going to a brothel had so much emphasis on the date/talking part. Sam raises his hand to ask something of the host. I look up, and he asks if this date part is required. It is, and Sam doesn't look happy with that answer.

I lose the dream, and am laying in my bed. I'm pissed that the dream ended before anything good happened. I spent so much time at that damn brothel. Then I feel stupid that I missed a bunch of dream signs.

Before I know it, I'm back in the dream and outside the brothel. I immediately start running and looking for something to do. I decide to stop, stabilize, and calm myself for a bit. I plop down onto the ground. The ground is some white, powdery stone; it looks like I'm in a quarry. I look up into the daylight, but don't see a sun. I decide to take a lucid pill to increase the dream length while I'm here. I reach into my pocket and grab a good sized pill. I try to take it, but I can't swallow it without water. So I just break it in half and eat the powder.

I wanted to try to crash the sun into the earth, but there was no sun. I go for the next best thing and stretch my hand to the horizon. I focus hard and slowly raise my hand above a mountain in the distance. Nothing happens, so I look to the side while still pulling. Then, the ground shakes. I look back and this tidal wave of lava is now launching into the air over the mountain. I pull it towards me, and this big, red behemoth is approaching rapidly. It formed a long river of magma as it flew across the sky. As it began to arch down, it looked like a blood-red rainbow; it was beautiful. The river of lava crashes like 30 ft. from me and flows along the ground. The DCs around me were terrified. The river is expanding and flooding up to where I am. I jump back, just as it almost devours my foot. I scramble away, and look back. It appears to be receding now. Within a few seconds, there are only small pools of magma scattered around the quarry.

I turn around and there is a camera flash. There is only one guy standing right be behind me. He looks at me and says, "I know you're dreaming." I didn't like how he snuck a picture of me and knows this fact. He doesn't seem like a DG and seemed confrontational. I make my move; jumping at him, I am able to wrestle him to the ground. I stand up and suddenly there is a black SUV with like 5 more of these guys in suits. I look up and try to fly, at first I fall back down. On the second attempt, I take to the sky.

I can feel propulsion coming from my legs as I am heading for the stars. I level out and fly over grassy terrain. There were beautiful rolling hills. My legs start to bend in a sitting position and suddenly I'm flying in a plastic chair. In this position, I lost all of my thrust. Eventually I start losing altitude and land outside this building.

It is a construction site, and I start up the scaffolding. Jonah is there, and he is hiding from these people. There are a bunch of men in suits. We duck out of view, and I have an idea. I look to the horizon again and raise my hand. A towering pillar of water crests the mountain and guides toward us. Seconds later, impact. The whole building is rocked as I cling onto the nearest object. I stand up and there are massive holes in the walls. No sign of the enemies.

I get sucked out of the dream so quickly I couldn't prepare for another DEILD.

I was in an RV and saw a tidal wave heading right for me. I quickly realized I was dreaming because tidal waves are a huge dream sign for me for some reason. I decided to get the hell out of there because dream or not being pummeled by a tidal wave sucks. I was then in a city somewhere in Mexico. I was walking and looking around and everything was getting fuzzy and starting to go out of focus. Then I noticed the street. I could feel its rough and rigid texture through my shoes. It felt so real that I began dragging my feet along the road and was astonished by the extent to which I could feel all these little bumps and ridges. When I looked back up the dream was one of the most vivid I've ever had, things looked very real. So stoked about my lucidity I began wandering the town.

I entered a house and remembered that people some times practiced things in their dreams. I had a test coming up, so I decided I'd try and study. I began searching for a textbook for about 10 seconds and then thought to myself, wait, study in my dream, this is stupid lol. So then I left the house back to the streets, and this is where things get really weird. I decide I want to have sex because I can't think of anything better to do at the time and there's already plenty of women walking around so I wouldn't have to do much work. I approach one, who happens to be the hot girl from sex in the city (talk about schema interaction, looking for sex while in the city = girl from sex in the city haha) and tell her we're going to have sex and I start to think of where we're going to do this. I then see this chair that looks sort of like a chair at the dentist crossed with a massage table and I walk her backwards onto it. I climb on top of her chair and she turns into an open magazine with a picture of her in it. WTF?! I shout. I go get another girl and she turns into a magazine before we even get to the chair. Finally I find some woman who is going to perform oral sex for me, as we are walking she begins to rapidly age until she looks like some broken down old crack whore, and that's when I just give up and wake up shortly after.

started at the entrance of a hotel, it was dark and had an underlying sinister feel to it.
i ask for a single room, the indian guy shows me through to the stairwell, i realise the stairs have no banister and there are no lights, a thick black scum is visible on the walls, like blood had been left there for years, he just says, go right down to the bottom and then take a left.

I go, as i approach the room i notice that they are small boats (each individual room)

I go back to the reception to meet Elise, i she seems upset, we continue to the room. when we arrive i realise the sliding door to the room does not lock correctly. i sit down with elise and i want to hold her tight, but she tells me that she no longer wants to be with me, i begin to cry louder and louder this feels so real. real emotions were going through me.

during this i notice the boat starts to rock bacwards and forwards, increasingly unsteady, itr gets really bad, i go outside onto the deck to see what is going on .

I look around to see that we are in the middle of a huge ocean, with other boats, the sky is dark, i fall out of the boat, the water isnt too cold. i just manage to get back onto the boat and the water settles.

I go inside to find elise writhing in pain on the bed, i start to hear strange noises coming from all directions. i am holding elises hand tight, as i turn to hold her body, she dissapears! i quickly get up, the room has changed somehow, its bigger and the sky is brighter outside, i notice strange zombie like beings entering the room. I punched one 3 times till it dropped to the ground where i stamped on its face till it was a bloody pulp, each time i kicked or stamped they let out a violent high pitched scream, non human scream.

i escaped out the side of the boat, however it was no longer a boat but the side of a building.

I followed the path killing any wierd thing on my way, i remember the sounds they made when i killed them, a strange echoing scream, really high pitched.

Suddenly i am on another boat, something like a boat tour, we were looking for a special cave inside a mountain like some form of treasure (something magical) the sea was very choppy.

Me and one of the staff get off the boat and begin ti hike up this steep hill, it was green at the bottom with trees and plants, as we progressed up the hil it bekame steeper and steeper as the quantity of trees also decreased.

It became almost impossible to climb, i nearly slipped a couple of times. this didnt stop me, we were so content on getting there. as we rounded the corner i noticed we were up extremely high, and we coulod see the boat down below, the sea was really bad at this point!

We plan our next move it is a big jump accross a gap in the mountain, the gap drops down to solid ground. i went first, i just about made it.

The other guy gives it a go. he starts to scream and shout, he almost missed it, but now he is holding onto the ledge with one hand, he drops... i think i remember falling off, but i am not sure.

I remember a huge struggle and a couple of people were lost at sea, and there were huge tidal waves.

But i managed to survive and was returned to my hotel room.

The rooms had changed again.

This time all the floors were wood, a huge area open to the sky completely wooden floor, the sun was out but strangely the sky was thick grey .

each individual room had only a sheet hanging down as a door i felt very melancholy being here, although it was bright and sunny it just felt strange.

i went inside the room to find elise there, i was so happy i thought i had lost her forever!!

we decdide we need to leave straight away. I grab her hand and we start running.

as we run a strange man steps out of one of the rooms, i dont know how or why but they could read my mind and speak to me telepathically.

He asked me where she has gone? i realise that elise had vanished again, i can hear her, crying from another room but everytime i get close to that room i hear her crying from a different one.

There were more than one of these wierd bald characters with scarred heads that could mind read.

Eventually i found her and we ran out of the exit, up the stairs and out !!!!!!!!!!!

SO MANY DREAM SIGNS HERE!!! SUPPOSE I JUST NEED MORE PRACTICE WITH REALITY CHECKS

The dream starts off with me standing at the edge of a river. On the other side there is a fight going on between a team of strong looking men riding big cats (lead by someone who looks like Heman) fighting some other dudes on horses and chariots. I cannot see any of their faces because they are wearing animal masks, but there is a man with long black riding a Siberian tiger that I keep looking at. For some reason he seems familiar to me.

Suddenly I am in a stone built circular city that is an island of itself and in the middle of a turmoltuous sea. There are many waterways on the lowest level of the city to allow water to flow through, but occassionally there are mini tsunamis that rush through the tunnels and often flood the lowest level of the city, which sometimes even sweeps people not quick enough to move away. There are only two to four levels of the city, depending on what area you are in. The center and the east areas of the city are wealthy and technologically advanced while the west and south edges of the city are downtrodden and poor. The north edge of the city is a huge wall and many breakers to protect the city from the turbulent water and to lessen the inpact of the many tsunamis that hit.

I am at the northern edge of the central part of the city (the "downtown" if you will) looking up at this glass box cars that move along rails in the air, like elevators that move horizonally instead of vertically. I am wandering around looking into shop windows because I am too poor to buy much and I meet a man with long black hair outside of a small museum. He is handsome and really nice and I do know it in the dream but he is the young man I saw the other day riding the tiger. There is an instant connection between us and we spend all day wandering the streets and talking and he asks me out to which I respond positively.

We go on a few dates and I learn that the is the son of a wealthy bookseller in the eastern part of town but I am too embarassed about where I live and always arrange to meet him downtown so he doesn't know I am poor. We develop a quircky way of expressing our feelings but saying "I have a confession to make..." and then revealing something deep and personal. I am able to tell him everything I feel except that I am poor and live in the western edge of the city.

I am totally crazy in love with him and even travel to his father's bookstore in the east (where he works) to visit him one day. When I first enter the bookstore the entrance hall is stacked with old war books and the such and I see one book cover that says "Sexual Trauma for Police Regarding..." I cannot see the last work but I think it is "Women." There is an old man milling about just outside the store. He looks like a scruffy Gordon Pincette and he eyes me warily. As I leave the store a mini tidal wave hits and floods the lowest level of the city.

Inside the store I meet my boyfriend and ask when he is getting off work, to which he says 2:30pm. He then asks me if I would like to go out with him for the weekend to the only hotel on the island city to which I say yes. I visit the resturant beforehand to determine how nice of a place it is and find that it is so posh that I will have to go out and buy a new dress, which will not be easy because I do not have a lot of money. On the weekend my boyfriend treats me to a wonderful meal and then we return to our lavish hotel room and drink wine and make love all night.

The next day my boyfriend is called away unexpectedly and we have to cut our weekend date short. He has been called away because the heman crew needs him, but since his identity is supposed to be a secret I do not know this. He makes up an excuse about his father being ill. Later in the week I drop by his father's bookstore to see him but he is out and I am confronted by his father, the Gordon Pincette character, who is unhappy about his son's relationship with me and tells me that I have to stay away from him because I am a distraction. When I ask what that means the father threatens me and says that if I see his son again, or tell him about the threats, that he will have me killed. I am scared and heartbroken and run home. I do believe that the father could kill me because he is very rich and has a lot of political power in the city

That night I am working on a soapstone turtle by candlelight (it is how I make money) when I hear two men fighting outside. There is a terrible scream and I open my window and look out to see the two men, both whom I do not know; one man running away and the other man laying on the ground badly bleeding. I run outside and try to stop the bleeding but the man dies just as the police show up. They see me covered in blood and try to arrest me, but some of my neighbours come out and tell them that I was just trying to help. The police take me downtown anyway and after questioning me all night they release me in the morning.

While I am walking home I run into my boyfriend and he asks why I have been avoided him. I say that I cannot tell him and start crying which caused him to insist more. He tells me how much he loves me and misses me and I turn away from him, saying that I just cannot see him anymore. I run away from there and to the northern point of the city where the breakers are and contemplate throwing myself into the sea. The two police men who questioned me earlier suddenly show up just stand there and watch me from the highest platform.

In the distance I can see a tsunami approaching rapidly and I make no effort to reach higher ground because I am so depressed that I do not care if the water takes me away. I can hear the policemen shouting too me to get off the breakers and back onto the safe platform but I ignore them. There is a pole nearby and when the water hits I wrap my arms around it at the last moment and avoid being washed away. Afterwards the policemen make their way over to me and asked how I survived because they say that they have seen many people try to grab the pole and get washed away anyway. I remember saying something about crossing my arms around the poll rather then just hugging it or something but the dream changes and the policemen suddenly disappear.

My boyfriend is there instead and he puts his arm around me in comfort and says "I have a confession to make..." and than proceeds to tell me about his secret identity as the tiger riding man. I also say the confession line and than tell him that I am poor and live in the western end of the city. He tells me that he doesn't care where I am from and wonders why I ran away from him earlier. I tell him about his father threatening me and he doesn't seem surprised at all. My boyfriend tells me that his father knows about his secret crime fighting life and told me to stay away from his son because he was afraid that his son would forget about being a crimefighter.

I am relieved and happy, but still feel unsettled about something I cannot describe when the dream ends.

Hurricane and the Moon Bus

I was on a bus, probably going home from school. We lived on a beautiful tropical island that was highly populated. All of the buses were double-decker, but the top floor consisted of a bunch of portals that linked up to other buses. For example, there were about 50-80 miniature portals that were labeled as such and when you went through one you would be teleported to the corresponding bus number. It was pretty cool.

When I was on one of the buses, the bus driver called me to the front and gave me some sort of shovel. He said that he admired one of the properties that was on the beach and told me to stick a shovel in the sand real quick so that he could find it again later.

I ran off of the bus and did as I was told. I buried the white shovel thing into the sand and then looked to the horizon on the beach. Yeah, this was a really nice view. I looked to the right a bit and noticed a funnel cloud forming in the sky! On the deep horizon I saw dark clouds gathering and huge tidal waves forming. This didn't look good, so I decided to inform the others.

I ran back to the city, which wasn't too far away from where I already was (the island was incredibly small and was densely populated). As I ran back to the school yard I saw a blue bus. On it was written:

NOMAD'S MOON BUS

I giggled. I know - I should have done a reality check. But that didn't even cross my mind. I just thought it was pretty funny that he would be here.

After that little incident, I continued running back to the school house.

I told them about what was happening, and they verified my encounter by telling me that it was on the news that a hurricane was coming. We had no chance of evacuating and the school house was too old to be truly prepared for any disastrous weather.

We were lined up against the more sturdy walls. The ceiling was old and decrepit and looked like it would collapse under any weight from the giant tidal wave.

I found Joe upstairs. We started talking about how good/bad the chances were that we would survive this. They seemed pretty low. We were on a tiny island with no real storm shelter, there was a tornado, a hurricane, AND a tidal wave coming at us. Plus the tidal wave was probably large enough to engulf the entire island. Yeah, we were pretty sure that we wouldn't survive this.

Lost At Sea

My dad and I were on a sail boat and we were lost somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. We had been lost here for about a month, and in the dream it really felt as if that was the case.

I was trying to pick up radio signals. After days of searching, I finally managed to find the correct frequency. The station was for endangered sailors needing rescue. I sent out a signal and the station came back with a recorded message saying that they were on their way. I wasn't sure if they were actually coming, so I tried finding another signal.

Between the 2nd and the 3rd dial I heard someone talking with a tan voice. I tuned in on them. They didn't seem to be interested in sending out a search party to look for our boat but rather to keep us company.

I was standing at the waterfront of a beach that had lots of sharp rocks and debris shrewn about. It looked like it had recently been devastated by a hurricane or something. My appearance in the dream was young and slender and with flowing silvery white hair. I was wearing a lavender-coloured dress and a white apron and my feet were bare.

There were random people standing amongst the rocks and garbage. They watched and did nothing as a huge wave came suddenly from the sea and almost washed me away. I somehow regained my footing and turned to see another wave coming. It was bigger then the previous wave and I yelled at the people on the beach to run and get away from the water - but no one seemed to take me seriously (or even acknowledge the approaching wave for that matter) and I assumed that the people were all washed away while I ran for my life away from the beach. For some inexplicable reason I could run faster then the incoming tsunami.

When I was too tired to run anymore I found myself in a grassy field. I could see the beach in the distance behind me, but there were no huge waves or flooding or even debis anymore; it looked like just and ordinary beach. In front of me there was a small Mideval looking castle and beyond that - maybe a mile or so away - there was another small castle. There were armored knights on horseback riding between the castles but they were not attacking each other or anything. The knights would just gallop their horses from one castle to the other and then turn around and do it again.

I went into the castle closest to me and most of the rooms were devoid of people - but the people I did come across were seeminly paralyzed in mid-action and could not move. They were like statues but they were neither made of stone nor frozen like ice. I came across an old man who was holding a letter and though frozen in place he could still talk. He asked me if I could take the letter to the other castle across the field. I said that I would and he asked me if I would bring him some tea from the next room. I went into the next room to get the tea but when I picked up the tray that had the tea silverware on it, one of the horseback knights came galloping through the room and told me to leave. The knight then grabbed the tray from me and spurred his horse out of the room.

I apologized when I returned to the old man but he said something that upset me so I ran away. I ran seemingly endless halls until I found some stone stairs leading down into thick darkness. I ran down the stone steps and found what was very much like subway station. There was a small group of people waiting on the boardwalk and I joined them just as the train was pulling up. The subway train did not look like a standard "subway train" by more like a large submarine made of thick clear glass.

The glass train flew up out of the dark tunnel and out into bright daylight. It soared over a vast "s" shaped lake where the water was crystal clear and the lake's fish and other water creatures could be seem swimming around. There were also many small fishing boats in the water and I was jealous because I wanted to be down there. I remember commenting to someone sitting beside me on the size of the fish. The train suddenly entered another dark tunnel and when it came to the station it was not a modern platform but a thick undergroud forest.

The trees were oversized and deciduous, the roads narrow and maze-like. I wandered aimlessly at first because I was lost. Eventually, I ran into a male elf that appeared to have come from Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings triliogy, but I was upset because it was not Legolas. I followed the elf for a while as he walked through the forest because I was lost and I figured that he would lead me somewhere. Eventually he dissapeared up a tree at a fork in the road.

There was a left and a right path. I headed left because I could see open sunlight and that direction felt warm. I came out of the forest into a trialer park that was occupied by domestic cats and not people. The first three cats I saw looked sort of like dark grey occelots with glowing, firey orange eyes . I walked down the singe gravel road until I came to a hill. I turned around and there was a large pet superstore. The trailer park dissapeared (faded out) and now there was only the superstore floating in space in front of me with the front doors wide open. I did not have a choice but to go in really.

I was appalled by the conditions in which the baby animals were kept. They were in cramped honeycomb shaped crates (with one baby animal to a cone) behind large panes of glass without food, water or litterboxes and all of the little animals looked absolutely miserable. I started crying because I could not do anything for the suffering baby animals and I was also upset because no one else in the store seemed to care about the poor conditions in which the animals were kept. It was set up almost like a museum display: each crate was numbered and people stolled along gazing at the crates behind glass at their leisure.

I came across a side corridor and followed it until I found myself in a large warehouse or barn or something. It had a corral for sick and deformed baby animals and on the inside the coral was an oriental woman. She handed me a thin bamboo stick painted black and told me to start beating "the black one," pointing to a listless long-haired kitten. I was appalled and horrified and I picked up the kitten and cradled him in one hand and grabbed the long switch from the lady and hit her a few times with it. The dream ended here.


The large wave coming out of the sea, almost washing me away is parallel to my near drowning incident that happened when I was about 4 or 5 years old.