Had kinda strange night, waking up numerous times between all fragments and dreams. First fragment It was a cold afternoon, I was in school at maths. Teacher called me and gave me some task to do - it was really hard and I didn't even knew where to begin. She said that I'm screwed if I won't be able to do this task at final exams. Second fragment It was dark night, I was in some park lit by lanterns. I walked on small paved path, coniferous trees all around. There was a little stream with tiny bridge which I walked through to get on the other side of park. Heating and Departure An evening was coming. My house was on some rocky wasteland, it was considerably changed. The boiler building was turned into a huge steamworks, a factory with enormous furnaces. With father we loaded bags of sawdust using shovels and dropped them into furnaces. We loaded them up so they won't need any additional fuel for month. Then my older sister appeared, driving a gigantic truck modified for moving on extremely hard terrain. It was a truck with some additional railings and hydraulic devices. The railings joined it together with two smaller trucks. Family packed and departed, driving through rocky wastelands and then through desert. I stayed at home to keep watch on everything, but knew that the departure would be longwhile. Kid Tim It was midnight, there was some grand festival all around, perhaps it was new year's eve. It was really cold but there was no snow. I was on my possession, looking for some kid named Tim. I took my car and drove to city and parked on main square. I wandered around, still looking for that kid. I wasn't quite sure how he looked, I only knew that he looked similar to me when I was a child. After some time without any results I drove back to my possession through backyard gate. There were many people gathered there as for some reason they chosen it as a spot for watching fireworks. My car suddenly broke, I went out of it and looked at it - there were many strange rectangles on it's surface that were lighting up in waves. A police officer came closer and said that I should check papers of my car. He also mentioned that they haven't managed to find that kid Tim.
Morning of November 8, 2015. Sunday. In the first part of my dream, I am riding in a helicopter (with an unknown male pilot) with my wife Zsuzsanna, seemingly late at night. The view is peaceful. Later, I am in a very unusual setting that is seemingly bilocated with my Cubitis backyard (where I have not been since July of 1978), implied to be where the back part of the shed would have been, though with a very different perspective. I am mainly only aware of a singular huge monolith. There are several roads going straight up the monolith and it looks like some sort of mining operation where perhaps they are mining the top of the monolith. Fairly heavy traffic occurs on a few sides, going both straight up and straight down, all the vehicles defying gravity. From here, the vividness intensifies, although I now seem like an immense giant (nearly as tall as the monolith) with the cars, trucks, and utility vehicles only about half the length of a finger (by my perspective only - they are still “real” vehicles and people implied to be at a normal size other than only suggested as miniature relative to the scale of my backyard), though I can still see all the intriguing clear detail, including the beams of the headlights and such. It all looks amazing. The depth perception is also enhanced and the awareness of distance at a very large scale seems quite “realistic”. I watch the activity and seem to float around for several minutes. In the last segment, I decide to play around with the scene (even though I am not lucid in any way). I focus on one silvery-gray pickup truck going straight up the side of the monolith and nearing the top and I mentally make it “come off the wall”, so that it then just falls backwards from off the vertical road. I anticipate a fiery explosion on the ground below as I watch it fall (about three feet away from my giant’s perspective), but that does not happen. It just hits the ground upside-down with a metallic crunch. This is disappointing but my dream starts to fade from here.
Morning of September 21, 2015. Monday. This is a long dream with a clear and maintained perspective, though never lucid. I am in Brazil and speaking Brazilian Portuguese throughout, though there is also a consistent awareness that everything translates into English in “real time”. It starts out in a slum near some markets at the top of a higher hill though I eventually find my way to a different area where a Caucasian male (probably in his early thirties) is attempting to sell a pickup truck to an older Brazilian male. I interrupt their conversation, saying that I can sell him the truck he needs. I tell him to wait where he is and I will bring it around (from behind a building at an intersection). No truck exists yet, though I know I can just manifest one and sell it to him (again, even though I have no lucid awareness). I go to an area out of sight from the other males and see at least one outdoor cafe. There are a lot of people around. I mentally focus and a dark blue pickup truck appears, and some people are somewhat surprised. I drive it back the short distance to the other males and show it to the potential buyer. He seems interested but I tell him I have another one I can show him. It seems important that the truck can be driven on an incline and this vehicle may not be powerful enough. I go around and mentally will another pickup truck into existence. This one is smaller and of an orange color but it is a newer model than the previous. When I take it to the potential buyer though, the bed is apparently too small to hold as much as he needs it to. I then remember that modern new products are not only not made very well (or made to last very long), but that there has been a problematic trend towards miniaturization of everything. I tell him that I will go and bring back a third pickup truck which I am sure he will find suitable. I go around to the cafe area again to create a pickup truck out of thin air for the third time. This one is a red one from the 1950s. When I bring it around (being careful not to hit any of the obstacles coming out of the parking lot and into the street again), I notice that instead of a cab, the front now looks a bit like an oversized steering area of my old Red Flyer wagon and the seating area is external. Still, I am able to control it and steer it without falling off the front, though it is an odd way to drive a vehicle, almost reminiscent of a stage coach. The potential buyer looks at the bed and I notice a lot of pillow stuffing in the back covered partly with an old worn dark green tarpaulin. This seems a bit annoying and is evidence it had been used a lot previously, but after a few minutes, the older male wants to buy it, because it is large enough and useful, and he needs one right away to carry on with his jobs. He asks me how much and I say “a hundred and fifty dollars”. He pays me in Brazilian Real. His son gives it to him and he gives it to me. It is in a small thin envelope that looks like it may hold airplane tickets instead. At this point, the other male that was first trying to sell him a truck looks at me and says that he cannot believe it, though he does not seem angry. He probably wonders where I got all the trucks. I have a slight concern that the people on the other side of the buildings will reveal that my trucks came out of nowhere like magic, which may bring about confusion or gossip. I decide to leave the region for now. From here, my dream shifts, though remains in the same general setting. There are soon many more people around. I am aware of an unknown female of about forty holding a penknife up to her throat as she is walking around. It seems she may be intent on committing suicide as well as perhaps infecting other people with her blood and I know that I need to be away from any blood spray, though nothing actually happens and I am able to leave the area without incident. There are some curious plays on lucid dreaming (even though I am not lucid at any point) and sleep in this dream. Firstly, there is the creation of three vehicles to drive (out of mind power alone) that even have “beds”. The last truck’s bed even has pillow stuffing under a cover (which I do not even catch represents the sleeping process itself). The “interpretation” is, that although I am creating vehicles to steer out of nothing (with the enhanced change and focus on the Red Flyer’s steering section), I still do not become lucid even when my dream relates to metaphorically “driving the bed”. I find this dream very amusing, including with the “Brazilian Real” as the currency used. One hundred and fifty dollars relates to Dunbar’s number. “By using the average human brain size and extrapolating from the results of primates, he (Dunbar) proposed that humans can only comfortably maintain 150 stable relationships”. The small envelope that looks like it is for airplane tickets probably is a nod to the waking process (or leaving my dream). I am not sure about the woman at the end unless she simply represents cutting off the dream state.
First dream - fragment I was at a school disco. There was a blonde girl that wanted to dance with me, but being a horrible dancer I refused, and slightly pushed her back when she was still insisting on. I went to the other room, and stood there for a while. I went back after a while, and met a friend. There were classmates in there too. I saw a second frined, he was dancing like he had an attack. Classmates laughed from him. Second dream I was a pirate. With crew we stopped the boat close to the shore, and went on to steal something. I went off alone and met a girl and two other pirates, standing upon digged out holes. The treasure was stolen. Pirates run for a van, as the stolen treasure were transported out with trucks. With the girl, we ran to closest vechicle - a wagon pulled by two horses. We drove, while a disco music played in the background. First I tried to learn how to steer it, and managed to steer them in the right way. We drove through the outskirts of city, and to the city centre. When steering, I somehow managed to tangle the reins. We crashed in with a car, and escaped. In need of a quick vechicle, we tried to steal a motorbike, to no success. Angered, I ran to police vechicle and stolen it. We drove to some kind of canals. We waited for the right moment, and when truck appeared, we drove with a high speed. I shouted Carmageddon! when close to crashing with the truck, but I missed. We waited again, and when we were close to the truck, I jumped inside it's cabin. I fought with the driver. Suddenly he flewn out of the truck with jetpack. I was trying to hold on, but he punched me in my face. Instead of falling down, the driver tied me to the jetpack, and jumped out. I somehow found out how to control it, but I crashed. Nothing happened to me. I went back to the girl in police vechicle, but couldn't find her. After a while I saw a "Mission unsuccessfull" text that appeared, and my view changed to third perso. I was a CJ from GTA SA, running around the canal.
I had woken up for a FILD but it ended up not working out, but instead of falling asleep with my tail between my legs I decided to meditate as I slept. As I breathed in I said to myself "I will..." and breathe out "...lucid dream" over and over again. After a little bit my mind would wander off, yet I'd still be breathing and it wouldn't feel as if I was, several times I did a reality check though I was still in reality, but eventually I felt myself in the dream and when I checked it... success! I then got up out of my bed and thought to myself "man its dark in here..." I tried to turn the lights on with my dream powers but to no avail. I went outside... although I don't remember going through my house or front door. I was on the porch and I rubbed my hands together and shouted "Dream clarity!" and it got H-D! It was crazy. I wanted to explore my neighborhood, but I felt a bit awkward that I was in my underwear and a shirt (I don't wear a shirt when I go to bed, btw). I tried to summon clothes on me but it didn't work, but I guess it did make the shirt for me. I remember walking down the road to the community center, but the walk was abnormally short, I believe I shot ahead several times. When I got there I just looked around, it was early morning outside. Like 6:30am kind of morning, where the sun had just gotten up and it was some-what bluish. I went around the back of the community center over to the basketball court, and the fence semi-surrounding it was larger than it regularly was and I decided to leap really high on it. I began to worry if this was real life again, but I realized "I have a shirt on, and I don't sleep with a shirt, and there's no way I could jump this high in real life..." I hopped down over the other side and saw a car go down the road that was at the other end of the basketball court, it was dirt (irl it's been paved for like a year now). I then was leaving the community center when I made it clear again cuz it was fogging up (rubbed my hands). On my walk home to go do more things I was thinking all the stuff I could do, and how to do it. Then I saw a friend leave my yard in an old white chevy with red stripes down the side, then another friend leave in a white truck behind him (irl that friend has a red ford ranger), my friend asks me "did you see this truck on site c6?" (he was implying it was a new truck) I said "yeah" and he drove off. I was getting in my yard when I felt myself slipping, I rubbed my hands together trying to delay the inevitable, but to no avail and I woke up. I'm happy because I had control. Usually I'm too excited to rub my hands, stabilize the dream, etc. etc. but I did my goals which were 1. stabilize the dream 2. shout dream clarity 3. try to stop myself from waking up (I was prone to letting myself lose the dream). So excited to keep practicing!
Weird tube kayak: the dream: Had a dream I was going kayaking with my friend and his dad, and so I had to get my big two seater kayak because irl its the only one my dad lets me use, but I didn't want to use it because after a while I got super tired of paddling with that hulking beast, so I went inside and tried to get my dad to let me use the one-seater kayak, which for w/e reason looked like an intertube-kayak hybrid and was sitting under this tree in my yard. He was in the living room on a couch and his computer was beside the couch which is weird because his stuff is in his room. He was watching some remix made from a TV show like game of thrones or something. I asked him and he said something and went outside. I then got on his computer and got on facebook and asked a guy about a hamburger, but he replied sarcastically thinking that I wasn't serious but I didn't tell him I was for whatever reason. Then I had to explain to someone why Trucks and Mini Vans were good vehicles. September 21 fragment: Also I remember at one part finding my lost dog out in the woods. Dammit it got me again!
Updated 09-21-2014 at 06:51 PM by 69189
Drifting Lucid #7 NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am in a big field. I have a lot of brothers who all have big beards. We are all driving in our cars, old trucks. It seems to be snowing. Suddenly I drive my moms a-series but cant seem to get up the hill. A little boy keeps running infront of my car and I get mad. I am on a journey with Gandalf and have to crawl through a small pipe. I get lucid and I am back on the field in a shed. My dad is cooking something and I try to stabilize by touching the ceiling and looking at it, but as soon as I let go I wake up..
Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. Dream 1(fragments): There was some talk about games and level-making and something about timing. Then dream faded and i was in some HH/FA hybrid state where i could see a room with closed eyes, felt more like HH, i also saw my snout. I tried to DEILD/make it actual dream, but with no success. Dream 2(fragments): I am playing some game. then i wake up and get up room is different and i feel the dream, but then it fades. Dream 3(fragments): I woke up and decided to try DEILD but multiple people were distracting me with blankets and videos, eventually i woke up properly. Dream 4(fragments): I was with a group of people and there was some talk about 'Trance kid' that we had to find. Then i suddenly got teleported. I am standing on what appears to be invisible platform floating in the air, the platform is above a highway and there are alot of cars and trucks, one grey truck near me. I realize that i am dreaming and apparently all cars and trucks drive but also they are kinda static relative to platform. I explore the place walking on this invisible platform/floor and then suddenly i am in some version of my room. I go ahead and phase through balcony door, which also had slightly broken glass on the right side. Then i fly with wings to metallic roof of one of small buildings and land into quadruped stance, dream shortly fades.
[Home from work around 3pm. Sleep from 3:15pm to 9:15pm - deep sleep without dreams. Sleep again at 12:15am, alarm set 4am. Woke with no dream memory and back to sleep immediately. Woke around 6am.] Dream 1 Finally, I get to take a nice hot bath and just relax for a bit. My tiny cat Harley is sitting in her usual spot on the side of the tub staring at the water. Suddenly, she overcomes her fear of water and just jumps in! She's so cute, swimming around in little circles but as she settles down and just sits in the water, I start to panic the water level might go over her nose and she would drown. I drain a bit of water from the tub and almost regret it as the chilly air hits my skin. She must have felt it too because she climbs up onto my chest and curls into a wet, furry ball. Perfect, I can get some more water back in here now. Dream 2 I'm living in my grandmother's house again and my bedroom is downstairs. I just bought a futon and want it set in front of the TV, so the room needs a little rearranging. Time to take a break and get some homework done. There's a paper due in History in three days, so probably time to look at that. Looking at the assignment for the first time, the question follows a "what would you do if" kind of format but the scenario is incredibly vague. How close to this scenario do I have to stick? Can I change the plot? Characters? What we're doing? There's no way I can write it like this. [For the life of me I cannot remember what the question was, but I was having a lot of trouble!] Well, at least it only has to be three pages long. I'll just ask the instructor tomorrow and bang it out. Mouth falling open, I realize I've made a gross mistake. The paper isn't 3 pages long, it's 23 pages! Oh. My. God. NO way I can get this done in time. Panic sets in. Dream 3 Finally given the opportunity to open my own business, I open a drive thru restaurant from my bedroom window. Aaron, my latest trainee from the manager program, is working with me as well. The night has been slow, business-wise, until about 5 minutes before closing. I would love to serve the guy, but he's driving a semi-truck and there is NO WAY that's fitting in the drive thru. After explaining that to the driver, he gets very irate and demands I bring out some coffee. To appease him, I ask Aaron to get him a cup. "But we ran out of coffee, remember?" Oh shit! He's right! "Then give him some food. Just something to get him out of here." "Bitch! I don't want any god damn food. I ASKED for coffee! You dumb or something?!" At this point I am tired and in no mood to deal with this guy. Starting to lose grip on my temper. "Sir, there is no need to be rude. I'm very sorry, I do not have any coffee right now. I am more than happy to get you something else but if you are going to continue yelling at me, you can leave. Thank you." I close the window, lock up, and turn the lights off. Hearing the guy peel out of the parking lot, I double check to make sure he's gone but now there is two more semi-trucks outside. What the fuck? Half hour later, now that everything is clean and we are ready to leave, the two trucks are still outside. Seeing me, the drivers get out and walk towards me. They look very similar - mid 20s, maybe 6 feet tall, shaggy brown hair, light skin, dark eyes - so I conclude they are brothers. One in a leather jacket starts hitting on me and dropping cheesy lines which his brother find hilarious. Thoroughly annoyed at his obnoxiousness, I curtly tell them, "We're closed and I'm going home. Night." The second brother threatens to do damage to the house or something if I do not serve them. Of course, I still refuse. Out of nowhere, leather jacket man starts throwing up and cannot stop. The brother, and then myself, start to panic. "Call 911! What's wrong with you?!" For whatever reason, he takes his time picking up the phone. In attempt to calm down Mr. Leather, I sit down and put his head in my lap. However, he then throws up on me and the smell is so ghastly I'm about to be sick. Fighting to keep it down, I yell again, "Did you call the fucking ambulance? Where is it?" A few minutes later it finally shows up. The EMT jumps out of the back and yells, "Does he have insurance?" Since when do EMTs ask for insurance?There's no answer so he asks again. "Yea, yea, of course he does. The card is in his wallet." He reaches into his brother's pocket but pulls out three wallets. "Wait, is that my wallet?! You guys are thieves! This is why you didn't want to call for help!" Then I see a small Latino boy by my front door. As the EMT calls the police on the thief, I walk over to the boy, but as I get closer I see he is terrified. "Como te llamas? Como estas?" "Estoy bien..." He switches over to English and I'm impressed with how intelligent he is and how he has almost no accent. He explains the guy stole something from him, a very fancy painting, and now that he's super sick, the boy is worried he might never get picture back. "Don't worry hon, I'll find it for you." The scene changes and now the thief is locked in jail. Well, he's not dying at least. I found the picture and gave it back to the young boy. He was so happy and his smile so brilliant with gratitude, I remember seeing sunshine in the background. Dream ends... Observation After each dream, I remember retelling each one to someone. I don't know who and they didn't say anything. It seems this happens a lot in my dreams lately. Is this how I might be remembering them so vividly when I wake up? Hmm...
*Note* My dad's truck (in real life) has room to seat 3 in the back seat My dad was taking me and my sister on a trip and for some reason there was only room for 2 to fit in the back. While driving, Justin Bieber (who, btw, I can NOT stand) needs a rid so for some reason my dad gives him a ride. Just before this happens, I realize that this guy, who I REALLY like and haven't seen in about 2 years since he changed schools, is in the back seat sitting next to my sister and then Justin Bieber enters and has to sit squished next to me on front passenger seat and I shove him over to the side and tell him that he'd "better not touch me" and to stay on his side of the seat.
Been trying ADA still, and the Tibetan inhale-exhale prior to sleep. Also tried to remember the day's events before sleep. ~ 8 am I am running away from someone or something. Or I think I was going to accompany someone who was running away. We were going to an island, but the boat trip is only available twice a week. The name "Mary Uzawa." Mom and dad inside the mall. They have a stall there, selling food I think. They decided to leave it for some time and go upstairs to watch a movie or eat. ~ 4 pm I keep thinking of USB or money deals or businesses. I'm not sure it's completely legal. A lot of travel, via bus or car. Two huge trucks, one is concealing something, the other isn't concealing the huge, rainbow-colored spiral. I told someone that they should have covered it. The response was that they couldn't find anything that covers it. I told them they should have waited for me then. I am in front of some kind of salon or office. Three people were talking, two men and one woman. One mentioned that they should get a raise. One responded that they are in the city. The first man said that it shouldn't matter where they are; they should get a proper raise as well. Someone mentioned about the place being near some kind of trouble, like a riot. I am in the sea. I and some people walked along an aisle with dry goods for sale. Some are clothing.
When I was around 16, I know one of my first real lucid dreams was where I walked out on the road and waited for cars to come by. The first one came, I grabed it like superman and stopped it. It got crunched up in the process but I wasn't hurt. I proceeded doing this with several more cars until I was satisfied. There was a pile of automoblies in the road and other cars were stopped in both directions, not able to get by. My dream took place near my parents house out in the country. By gaining my super strength ability, it also made me gain my dream invulnerability. That is like a resistance to being hurt and killed in my dreams. I still feel pain of wounds, but greatly decreased almost like an awareness of being hurt instead of actual pain.
Note: Embedded videos should offer some insight into what influenced certain elements the dream. They should also be pretty cool. 17.12.2011Aggressive 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.
Updated 12-25-2011 at 01:23 AM by 25167 (Writing was atrocious.)
Had one dream in multiple pieces....the power of the snooze button One piece was a bunch of women being rounded up and shoved into trucks. (something to do with studying women history and the feminist movement? ) I see Gloria Steinem in a wheel chair being pulled up to the bed of a truck. I run to her grab the arms of the chair and roll it to the end of the truck. The chair is already tied in, and I know I am going to get nabbed any second. I tell her that even if I can't help her now I will get help her get out of this. (I think we were in a team in a earlier part of the dream I don't remember). She leans forward and says "What can you possibly do to help me now?". It seemed like a harsh question, and I was hurt that I was failing her. I decide to read her the license plate number of the truck. I look down but am having trouble deciphering it. (Not enough trouble to get lucid....but you know... - _ -). Surprisingly the numbers do not change after multiple viewings and after a bit I finally get the whole number to her. It was 48484867. I get dragged away. Second part: I was in some sort of prison that looked more like a dungeon. It was made of green brick and the entire surrounding seemed moist. I was in a wheel chair and was suddenly confused why I needed one. I tell the person I am with that I can walk and that I walk all the time. I go to stand up and my legs feel week. My calves can not support my weight and I become quickly unbalanced catching myself on the chair for support. I am confused as to how this happened (the memories were of myself walking irl, so CLOSE to being lucid DX) Third part. I am leaving some kind of class and know that I am being forced to go to this one location. My surroundings look like a large scale college campus all made of orange brick with small patches of grass and courtyards. As I approach where I much go I get some kind of vision of what happened their before: An evil man is talking to a girl in a stone chair and he describes to her all the torturers he will present her with ending with impaling her over and over until she can take no more. I see that the only way to stop him is the yell the word "claws" and say a four digit word that has relevance to me. I think I could say 4867 because that was the end of the license plate number. I begin to get frightened as I approach the same location as the vision. I see the chair and the workshop the man walked out of. I walk in not knowing what will happen. A creature appears made of brown feathers and earth and sleek black claws. I jump, and let her begin walking me backwards toward the chair. She looks at the walk where there is paper with something written in Spanish. She has some kind of reaction to it and I begin to see a human face of a young Mexican girl. I ask her if she is a Mexican girl, she seems to understand what I am saying but does not respond, she continues to guide me to the chair. "Did he do this to you once? Did he make you this?" I ask. She slows her pace and begins to think about what she is, and how she got to be that way. We begin to talk. I am still scared out of my mind because I know that the man will come out when he pleases and I can not leave, but I thought if I could help this girl we could escape together. I think I can use the numbers I saw in my vision to stop him, but who knows if it will really work. We talk and talk until I wake up.
7:36 AM A large building similar to a mall but with the exterior masonry and such on the inside. Running around, jumping and grappling through different paths. Bricks, colors, textures, etc keep changing. Need to get to the parking lot to my nisan because trucks are beginning to crash through walls. I reach my car have. Have to crash through a wall to get out.
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