Mortal Mist

[Everything But the Eyes]

Everything But the Eyes

Can't say I remember what triggered the RC, but something had. It went something like this: If __________ _______ ____, then I must be... yup. I get excited, but not crazy excited. I've gained quite a bit of control over the initial excitement. I look around me. I'm in a modified version of the same room I sleeping in. In RL I'm sleeping on my grandma's couch, but in the dream I had risen from an odd circular bed in the upper floor of the room. Once I turned around I found that the similarities between this place and my grandma's house had ended behind me. I was in a wide hallway with many doors. I picked a random door, not really sure of what to do. (I may not have been totally lucid at this point because the first thing that occurs to me now, in waking, is to utilize a door to go somewhere more interesting like the woods or something.) Nonetheless, I find myself in some bedroom. The room reminds me of a house that I was at for a party once. At this point I wake up.
Not. I'm back in the room with the odd circular bed and I do another nose check just to be sure. This time though, things are messed up. I can't open my eyes all the way. They are squinted. I try to open them, telling myself that these are not my real eyes, but it doesn't work. Then, like a virus, the paralyzation spreads to my legs and I fall to one knee. I say to myself "Mind over Matter! Mind over Matter!" but nothing works. I wake up. 

Commentary

In regard to the second half of the dream with the "virus", I think that there are two possibilities to explain what happened.

1.) My eyes were slammed into my pillow and as a result I couldn't move them. The resulting anger could have re-routed my attention away from the dream causing me to go into paralysis and then waking. For this to be true I must have rolled over before the false awakening because my eyes were working fine before it.

2.) I was simply waking up after the second awakening and communications to my eyes were hindered by this process.
Either way, the important take-home message here is that I have mastered control over initial excitement. Yay me. 

[Highlights that I Recall:]

Same recipe as last time.  That's working pretty well.  Unfortunately I did some of my journaling FA's and I think I forgot a lot.  And now I didn't type it up til a long time after I woke up.  But I didn't accomplish any of my goals, so what I lost was "routine" lucid stuff.  (I don't like losing it, but it was fun at the time.)

Highlights that I Recall: (I woke up really thirsty lol.)

--I'm on water-slide type ride.  It's just me riding some small thing that goes down this twisty chute.  There are beautiful, smooth, water-worn rocks everywhere.  That's all I can see, the rushing water and and different-colored rocks, surrounding me all around, like a tunnel, but somehow lit with bright light from somewhere.  Suddenly I go blind.  I'm pissed because I want to keep looking at these rocks, so I yell, "SIGHT!!!", and my vision comes back.

--I leap from the ground to fly.  A false start, and I fall back after just a few feet.  I feel how stupid it is that I can't fly sometimes, and when I take off again, I soar into the air without a problem.  I see a massive river, and a waterfall bigger than the biggest one IRL.  I'm a little frightened; it's so huge and powerful, I feel like I could get swept up in it, but I push the fear aside and fly low over the river, planning on plunging down with the water.  As I reach the edge, right before the moment I'm going to become one with the water and mist, the scenery changes, and I'm soaring over a desert.  I can see far away plains and mountains and valleys.  It's beautiful.  I fly and appreciate the view.  It's one of those things I realize that I could never, ever experience in any other way than in a dream.

--I have a glass of extremely cold, delicious water.  I drink and drink, and it keeps coming.  It's a never-ending glass.  Water has never tasted so good.  I'm amazed that dream-water can feel so real.  I don't need to wake up and get a drink, if I can just drink water like this in my dream.


FA

I wake up and go to the bathroom for a drink.  The water is not as good out of the tap as it was in the dream, of course.  The strange thing is that Mondo is in the bathroom.  That's not possible, because he sleeps in a kennel.  I reckon I must have been dreaming so hard, it has stayed with me even after I woke up, like a hallucination or being delirious.  It worries me a little bit, but I figure it can happen sometimes.  The dream-Mondo starts biting me, very annoyingly.  Dream-Mondo doesn't obey my commands to stop fucking biting me!  But then he goes away, so I now I think that I am really awake.  Just a little glitch of the mind there for a few moments.

I look for a pencil and paper to write my dreams.  I know I have three dreams to write.  I know I wrote three down before, when I was still in bed (I really did that; those above), but I know now there are three more that I don't want to forget. (I only remembered one of those, so I think those are the dreams I lost, if they really happened.) It's very annoying; everything I pick up to write with doesn't work.  How can I have so many dead pens in this bathroom!  I hear Tom get up and go to the kitchen sink to get a drink.  I wonder why he did that; he could have come in here.  It doesn't seem like something he would do.  I wonder if I am disturbing his sleep.  I hope not.  I can't see a thing.  I'm pretty sure that I turned on the light when I first came in, but it's not on.  This is this most annoying thing that has ever happened to me.  I try again, flipping it up and down.  Nothing.

How stupid can I be!?  I leap and fly out of the bathroom window, into the dream woods that always surround my house.  I fly down the path, then decide to land and do some super-fast running.  I run like the Flash, so fast I know I'm a just a blur amongst the trees.

The forest things out, and I am in a very expensive neighborhood. Beautiful mansions, each one different.  I pick one out to visit, and land in the yard.  Now I crawl like an animal, moving low to the ground towards the house.  The ground feels very mossy and spongy beneath my hands.  It feel so good and so interesting I crawl along and concentrate on this, squeezing the ground with every step.  I wonder if my real body is like squeezing my pillow or something, and that's why it feels like this in the dream. (I don't think so, after I woke up.  I wake before I can get to the house.)


Dream-Hand Deformity Diagnosis (the one dream I remembered of the possibly three I was trying to write during the FA)

I'm with a group of people, like at a party.  I don't know any of them.  They are standing in groups and talking, acting as if they are perfectly real.  Why do DC's do this!?  Why do they think they are real!?  It's so weird!  It's crazy!  How is it possible!?  I yell, "THIS IS A DREAM!!  IT'S ALL A DREAM!!".  A few people turn to look, then turn back to each other with raised eyebrows and knowing little laughs.  They think I'm nuts, or maybe partied a little too much.  

I need some evidence. I look at my hand--it is as hideously deformed as a dream-hand has ever been.  It's lumpy and misshapen, like a potato, with different sized fingers sticking out at odd angles, and lumps of flesh hanging off it.  Perfect.  I grab the nearest DC and tell him to look at this, and I shove my hand in his face.  Nobody could deny what I'm saying once they see this monstrosity of a hand.  He grabs my wrist and examines my hand, turning it this way and that.  He then announces that I suffer from some long latin-sounding hand-disease.  I just shake my head and walk away.  It's hopeless.  This group of DC's is completely unaware.


Fragment That I Can't Remember Where it Fits In

I see the moon, big and bright and beautiful, low on the horizon, thru the trees.  I look away, and when I look back, it's gone.

[Flying with Maria and Back to Grandpa's House]

G/C + LT


Flying with Maria and Back to Grandpa's House (INRALD)

I am on the couch, trying to sleep. I've had no apparent break in awareness since turning off the TV at the end of my WBTB. Yet I feel a second pillow jammed against the left side of my upper back and head. But I don't have a second pillow with me? Every other indication would seem to suggest I am awake, but I can't be? I roll over and do a time check. I can' t make out the clock on the VCR. I am obviously dreaming. But with that revelation, I realize that my motor control is  terrible and the dream is becoming unstable. I relax and try to stabilize things. In my haste, I forget to look for the tree door or any other signs of what I "should' pursue. Instead, I only remember my goal to try to find Maria on the porch ( a hint being offered in my last lucid that perhaps this would make sense? ). I go outside and it is quite dark. I reach over to the chair and feel a female dream character. I allow her to take my hand and we walk toward the door. I get a subtle sense of Maria's IDENT, but not an overly strong one, as if I might have a very small piece of her consciousness with me?

We exit the porch and hand in hand I gesture for us to take a leap into the air. We do just that. At first, my leap dominates the flight pattern and strength but then her powers catch up and overtake my own and together we ascend to a nice altitude. Similar to the one other time we were flying, she eventually takes a position sitting across my lap and we just enjoy the floating feeling. Scene change ...

She is still sitting across my lap. but there has been a complete scene change. I am in a house that I do not recognize at first. Maria and I have some small chit-chat. Nothing so profound that I remember it now. I look down toward my lap and the end of my black shirt is covered by dandruff flakes of all things? I feel very self conscious about this as she notices as well. I change my look and perhaps the flow of conversation as well? At this point we don't have much to say to one another. It is more a sense of being happy to be together on the Other Side, if only for this brief time. I reach up with my right hand and hold her face, closing my eyes I give her a subtle kiss on the lips. Scene change ...

I am sitting in the same place, but my dog is with me, OK, that was an odd scene change! I get up, now curious as to where I am. I realize I am at Grandpa's old Bayside townhouse. It is night time, and I decide to walk down the stairwell. I am about to exit via the front door when I see another half flight of stairs that was not there IRL. I assume it leads to the rec room, but also realize that going downward sometimes leads to the past. For those two reasons I take that route. When I get past the stairs and move down the hallway, the rec room is exactly as I remember it, couch positions, decor and so forth. And it's been some 30+ years since I was there. I open the slider and go out into the modest fenced in back yard.

Sasha follows me and I walk around looking for anything interesting that might catch my attention. Nothing special arises. Instead, I say good bye to Sasha, giving her a pat on the side and kiss on her head, and I once again leap in the air. I begin to fly toward Bayville, knowing full well it's a pretty significant trip (maybe 25 miles?) As I fly, the details of the scene strengthen. But oddly, the busy Queens NYC scene changes to more of a mountainous terrain. After the scene has totally changed, I slowly feel the scene slipping away. I push with my legs to try to hasten my flight, but it's no use. The scene washes out as I hear the loud and distinct sqwuaking of a large crow. I wake.


Notes:

As I briefly mentioned to Maria over e-mail, I think I need to rely more on cognitive recovery (mine and hers) as opposed to the low lying fruit of flying, or a nice little emotional moment and kiss, etc ... I am sure we can do better. I can think of any number of things to try:

1) Ask her for my key, and ask her why she has this, what is she trying to do with it. Basically get her thinking about the key and its significance.

2) Pass her the eternal key and basically do the reciprocal thing. Ask her how I got it, why I have it, etc ...

3) Get her thinking about a particular scene we find ourselves in and ask her why we are here?

So many things we can try.


Then of course there is the issue of where to find her? I have been jumping around a bit too much I think, forcing the issue. I do genuinely think that the mansion we have found ourselves in does represent a joint mindspace, and is almost certainly our best bet to get fully and jointly lucid together. but how to get there:

a) make a request prior to dreaming, to find a doorway to the mansion?

b) use a portal to pull myself into that scene (but here, I need a landmark, perhaps the bannister of the twin staircase?)

[Labyrinth of Darkness]

05/17/13

Labyrinth of Darkness
I am in a dark passage that looks like something out of a medieval dungeon.  I am not exactly lucid, but I have the mindset that I am playing a video game.  I somehow pull back and view my own character as if from outside.  I am me, dressed in black Assassin's robes.  I must be playing some new Assassin's Creed game.  I go back to 1st person.  I can sense where my target is, but this time it isn't a target to kill it's a target to rescue.  If I can avoid being seen by the demons here I will be better off.  This is a stealth mission.  So I quietly sneak down the corridor, following the closest route to my target.  I see movement down the corridor and I move into a dark alcove just in time to avoid being seen by a really ugly guard as he walks by.

With my dark robes he doesn't notice me at all.  He looks a bit like a human sized troll… and he smells worse.  I continue down the corridor, watchful for any other guards.  I hear the screams of someone being tortured.  Is that my target?  I might have to fight to get him out after all.  I follow the direction of the screams for a bit and I realize I am going the wrong way.  But I am close to the source of the screams now… I have to check it out.  I peek through an open door into a torture chamber with all sorts of nasty indescribable devices.  There is a bald man chained to one of those devices being tortured with fire by three more of the troll things.  They laugh every time he screams.  I plan to go into the room and try to stealth assassinate two trolls at once and then hopefully get the third before he raises an alarm.  I am about to do that when what looks like a demon enters the room and tells the trolls to back down.  They immediately hurry away into a corner as if they are afraid they will be next to be tortured.  The demon addresses the prisoner as Robert de Sable and says he must apologize for this treatment.  I do a double take… the prisoner is a Templar leader?  The demon says someone must have made a mistake, he had left explicit orders for Robert to be brought directly to see him as he has a business proposition.  The demon acts as if he has just realized Robert is in pain, and waves one taloned hand.  The scene shifts.  Robert is now standing in front of the demon, no longer chained, and his wounds are healed, and he is in his usual Templar armor, I can recognize him now.

The demon says he wants Robert to work for him.  Robert asks what if he doesn't want to.  The demon says if the answer is no, he will simply go and leave Robert to his fate.  The troll demons in the corner are muttering to each other.  Robert immediately tells the demon not to go, he just wants to know what he would be doing for the demon.  The demon grins evilly and says he only wants Robert to do what he likes to do best… kill Assassins.  Robert mutters something about Altaïr.  The demon laughs and says revenge against Altaïr may come later, but Robert's first target is actually one of Altaïr's descendents… an annoying Assassin by the name of Ezio Auditore.  The demon says his power will allow Robert to crush Ezio like a small bug, but they would discuss details in a more suitable location.  The trolls in the corner are hissing in anger, they want their prisoner back.  The demon just glares at them and they cower back.  Both the demon and Robert leave through an exit on the other side of the room.  I think something should be done to keep them from going after Ezio, but I still believe I am playing a video game and I am not at a high enough level to challenge that demon.  He would crush me like a small bug…  So I make a mental note to find a way to help Ezio as I continue to track the target of my current mission.  I finally find where my target is.  A troll guard is standing by a prison cell door.  I sneak quietly over to the cell door and stealth assassinate the troll guard with my hidden blade, charging the blade with light energy in order to make it more effective.  I use a Harry Potter spell alohamora to unlock the cell door and I go inside.  There is a man huddled in the corner under white robes.  Is he an Assassin?  He is my target.  I go over and tell him I'm there to get him out.  He says if he had any strength he could open a portal.  I focus on transferring some energy to him.  He looks up at me, now looking more like a wizard than an Assassin.  He stands and opens a portal.  I can see it leads to somewhere green and alive.  He says to hurry before the demons sense the portal, they hate it when someone escapes the Dark Realm.  He goes through the portal but before I can follow him I wake.

[Escape From Jerusalem]

05/16/13

Escape From Jerusalem
I am lying on a blanket in the middle of a green field.  I look up at the clouds passing through the blue sky, I see that one of them looks like a cat.  I sit up and look around.  I am by myself.  I remember my dream plans.  Healing.  I have been making it a habit to do some healing on Nomad's girlfriend Winter to try to get her fibromyalgia under control.  Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be helping.  But I guess I'm not ready to give up trying.  So I open a portal to the healing springs on the moon.  Nomad and Winter are already there, so I go through the usual process of healing with the song Voices.  It makes me want to fall asleep in the dream, but I remember that there is another plan.  To share an Assassin's Creed dream with SJ.  As if he already knew what I wanted to do, Q appears and says he will send me to the proper instance of Jerusalem.  He snaps his fingers and the scene around me changes.  I am now standing in a back road of a city that looks like Jerusalem from Assassin's Creed.  I am just missing SJ.  I use the song Dream On by Aerosmith to initiate a shared dream.  I focus on SJ, and after a bit a woman appears.  She is dressed in dark Assassin robes and is looking around at the city but doesn't seem to notice me.  I ask if she is SJ, she says yes.  Now to find Altaïr.  Of course that could be difficult in a place the size of Jerusalem, especially if he doesn't want to be found.  I figure Q probably sent me to a place fairly close to Altaïr.  SJ and I walk out into what looks like a busy market place.

There are vendors all around selling their wares, people buying, it is very crowded.  I see what appears to be the main gate out of the city not far away.  There are Templars blocking the way, which is getting quite a few people more than a little pissed off.  I look around the area and I spot one of the game hiding places.  Five robed scholars approaching the gate.  But the middle one isn't quite right.  The differences aren't nearly as visible as in the game, his weapons are mostly concealed beneath his robes.  I can see the tip of the sword hanging down below the robes, but that is it.  If I didn't know what I was looking for…  The group of scholars approaches the gate and tries to pass through but the Templars block the way.  After briefly arguing about it and then getting threatened with execution the group turns back into the market place.  I see a bench nearby, so SJ sits on one end and I sit on the other.  As I expected, Altaïr sits right between us and looks over at the gate, watching the Templars closely.

SJ is staring at Altaïr.  Maybe he sees her from the corner of his eye or maybe he just senses her watching him, but Altaïr turns and looks at SJ.  SJ hesitates briefly, then holds up her left hand with the ring finger bent over to indicate she is an Assassin.  I can't see his face, and it is too loud to hear if he is speaking, so I don't know how he responds.  But after a short time he turns and looks over at me.  I copy SJ's hand gesture to indicate I am also an Assassin.  He looks at me closely for a bit, perhaps checking my identity with his eagle vision.  He seems satisfied that SJ and I are both Assassins.  He says it is important that he get out of Jerusalem as quickly as possible before Robert de Sable meets with Richard.  SJ indicates the gate.  He asks if we know how many Templars are out there.  I say it's not enough.  Altaïr says he'd been hoping to avoid a direct confrontation with the Templars but there is no more time to wait.  So all three of us go over to the gate.  Templars get in the way and say no one enters or leaves.  The Templar who spoke eyes us suspiciously.  Two more Templars join him when we seem unwilling to leave.  There are three of them, three of us… three stabs with three hidden blades, three dead Templars.  The others don't seem to immediately realize what has just happened.  We are halfway through the gate before some Templar sounds the alarm, pointing at us and yelling that the Assassins are here, don't let them through.  So now a fight begins.  I look over at SJ and see she has produced a sword from somewhere and knows how to use it.  She kills a Templar as I watch.  The next thing I know Altaïr yells to look out.  I turn just in time to see Altaïr's throwing knife embedded in the neck of a Templar who had been coming at me.  I need to pay less attention to SJ and more attention to the Templars!  I dodge an incoming attack from a Templar and counter strike with my Witchblade sword, taking out another Templar.  We are fighting our way towards the stables.  Altaïr is after a horse.  So we fight our way to the stables, leaving a trail of dead Templars in our wake.  Then Altaïr is on a horse, tearing out of the stable at full speed and running down a couple Templars who had been blocking the gate.  SJ and I kill some Templars trying to get to the horses to give chase.  I see Altaïr disappear into the distance.  There's no way they'll catch him now.  I have just killed another Templar when I wake.

[Do You Know Where You Live? (]

N + alphaGPC + LT

Another lousy night. Mostly insomnia due to work stress. I did have one nice HI sequence and one LD. The HI sequence was just shy of being a WILD, as I did not feel embedded into it per say. It was dusk and the sky was a burnt orange. From my disembodied perspective I found myself flying over the ocean. To my right was land. To my left, uninterrupted ocean as far as the eye can see. As I continued to fly hugging the shoreline, I began to approach an oil rig, just a few hundred yards off shore. As I continued to try to relax and just let myself become further embedded into the scene, it broke up as quickly as it began.


Do You Know Where You Live? (DILD)

I am in the garage, alternating between polishing the old Dodge Charger and my old brown couch that I lucid dream on. Of course he couch is just a velour material and should not be polished with car polish, and even in a dream state, this finally dawns on me. I also realize that the polish left on the hood of the car has dried much too quickly and has hardened into a thick semi clear shell that seems impenetrable. I do everything I can to try to remove it but fail. I wake (FA).

I get up and mill about the TV room some. I note the time as 2:12 am. Hmmm, that is much too early, I must be dreaming. I begin walking over to the kitchen convinced I will find the tree door. As I approach this next room I get some head/neck vibrations. When I round the bend the scene surprises me. It is daytime, the kitchen table is gone and the wall does not contain the tree door. Rather, the area where I expected the tree door to be is flanked by two recessed windows, like the ones that lead to the porch. Curious? So I walk over, back into the wall and just slip through. I turn and feel for the bannisters and begin to walk downward. But the scene is still void like, only the tactile sensations of the bannister and stairs ground me into the scene in any sense. I get to the bottom and state out loud "please bring me to a scene meaningful to Maria and I". Within moments a scene begins to form. I find myself on the floor sitting in front of a woman who is standing. We appear to the in a large bathroom and there is a wide doorway that is open and leads into an adjacent room with a full red brick wall.

I get up and take a look at this woman. I don't get a read on her IDENT, but she seems sentient and self aware. I find myself drawn to her and pull my arms loosely around her waist. I am trying to place the face at it seems familiar. She reminds me some of Rachel Griffiths from "Six Feet Under". She turns away from me, we decouple and she heads over to the vanity. I had a few questions in mind, but I am most intrigued by where we are. So i ask this question in a rather round about manner, asking "Do you know where you live?". I lose this dream and lucidity and carry on in some non lucid sequence I do not recall.

alcohol has been causing very interesting dreams for me lately, and a higher rate of lucidity

What are MB's clothes doing in your dreams? Is there something going on here that we should be made aware of.

well its complicated.  We first met on ChristianMingle a few years back


...... and here is where it gets weird, turns out all this sex stuff actually did incubate a sex dream.  I woke up and thought "well there's no way I'm posting that!"
                                                                                                                                                                                         (so here it is)

... and no, I did not put any conscious intent into making this happen

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I'm walking through a suburban neighborhood at night. Lots of people are out on their lawns and porches and what not, when a truck barrels into a house in the most disastrous kind of way.  Things explode, people are maimed.  I seem to get lucid as some kind of way of dealing with the horror of the situation (does this happen to anyone else BTW).  Barely lucid though. I still feel like I need to help everyone and things are serious, but now I figure I can go work some magic since this is my dream.  One woman in particular is very maimed.  Her spine is clearly shattered. I pick her up and sort of will her to be fixed. This being done I immediately start thinking about sex. I consider having sex with spine injury woman but this seems entirely too depraved.  Fade out
         Then I'm in some sleep away camp type place (I think the camp had something to do with skiing).  Semi lucid.  Its nighttime now and a bunch of us (no one familiar) are in the basement.  I'm still all about sex and it seems that a handful of women have come to the basement because it has somehow been established that I am the go to sex guy.  The first is a brunette woman I find neither attractive or off putting but she's first because she is the most unabashed and gung-ho about the whole deal. We go at it for a while, I think twice. The next one is blond - maybe a bit more attractive to me. She holds off at first but then comes at me in full readiness.  The first woman was so enthusiastic I just kind of went along with things but this one asks me to take her. So I do.  In two ways.  The second of which is a bit of a challenge because....... (drum roll please).... I have, in fact, made myself hugely endowed for the sake of this dream. Some counselor or authority figure comes by at the end.  The brunette hypersexual girl is mouthing off to her, brazenly refusing to deny what we were doing.

    your welcome

went to bed half drunk.  I don't know if its the REM rebound effect or just my synapses firing in desperate dehydrated confusion

       My mother is driving us home from somewhere. Home to the house we moved out of in 1990, She cuts through this nearby Christian school. We stop to get a snack at some outside cafeteria. She sits with some unsuspecting teenager and starts talking to him incessantly. I forget what about.  At first, she just seems a bit quarky and talkative like she can be, but she gets more and more intense, talking about what this kid has done even though she doesn't know him, getting more and more nervous until she is very distressed and talking faster.  I start to worry that she's having a stroke or some medical issue that can cause sudden personality change. I ask if she's OK but she just keeps talking.  By the end, she seems genuinely mentally ill and tortured. I can't help her.  Its terrible. I become lucid, as a way out I think. 
       "Mom, this is just a dream. I love you.  I'm going to wake up now."
       (then in and out of an FA)
 
           Walking along the wood on a dark road.  I become lucid. Something is pulling at me and just I give in and go limp.  I'm swept away into the air floating kind of sideways on my back.  I look at the tree line and sky. Its very clear and beautiful. The stars move and pool together and slowly form an enormous human image, taking up the whole sky, his chest rising from the horizon.  It was some kind of Hindu god. Shiva I believe.

Loop - walking along a similar road.  This time I get a little help with the lucid part.  A branch from a tree falls.  Its full of those helicopter like seed pods which keep the branch floating while somehow still staying attached. it bounces off the ground, then up again. It brushes my leg then floats into the woods.  Yep, dreaming. Again same thing. I feel a force and give in. I float in the same way.  This time I go through the woods a before halting to a hover in some backyard, looking at a plain white house.  The upstairs part is illuminated from the inside with moving fields of colored light, presumably emanating from whomever is living their lives in that particular house.  The different colors are different emotions.  I can feel them too. They are all positive, life affirming emotions. Excitement, joy, others I can't name but feel wonderful.
       I start thinking. I remember the empty and painful experience of the previous dream with my mother, and I am genuinely astounded at the range of all we can experience in life.  I start to wonder how the feelings of this house can be so overwhelmingly positive.  "must be something to do with the foundation" I think.

        FA - in some room with brother at some camp or seminar type place. Sleeping on the floor. Still lucid.  I start floating and walking and sitting on the walls. FA - My brother has been watching me and apparently I was actually walking on the walls while sleeping. - interesting - (then, at some point, my brother has become a clear and intelligent African tribesman with tribal tattoos on his eyes, but its definitely still my brother.)

      FA - still lucid. This time I'm in a hallway with many bedrooms. It looks like the wing of the hospital where I work and work people are there, but here, they're not work people, but lucid dreamers at some kind of gathering (they're probably from MM).  Its ironic though because for the most part they're not lucid.  I see Lynn from work (maybe the wisest person at work) I look at her. She's lucid.  I explain how I think its weird with all these dreamers and only the two of us know its a dream.  She's more even keeled. It doesn't strike her as odd. Then there's some piece where I realize I'm not myself.  Someone has left food and clothes and notes for me but they are labeled "MB".  I slowly piece together that in this situation, I actually am this MB.   
       Lucidity fades.  We all go to this big cafeteria. Its still the people from work but we are now joined by a whole bunch of patients. 100 or so. The dream has shifted from a dream gathering to an autism gathering, more like an autism celebration.  The food and tables are very classy and there are uniformed waiters.  I'm sitting next to Peter, who is worried that he will clear the table and destroy all the food and plates.  I try to talk him through it, and he seems to manage.  After the meal, its apparently time for a group song.  A few of the autistic kids start singing some kind of hymn - mostly the word "alelluyia".  People slowly join in.  I notice some Down's syndrome kids there too, also getting into it.  One table stands up and starts cheering on this little down's girl who is rapturously singing.  The sound builds into this state of special needs extacy, until the sound is literally vibrating everyone and everything in the room. Its unbelievable.

[F]
All I remember is an almost movie like fragment it even seemed edited like a television show trailer.  It centered around a man who was travelling in time or between dimensions.  The scientist was played by the actor John Noble who most remember as Dr. Walter Bishop from "Fringe".  He was travelling through time/dimensions but while he does its taking its toll on his body.  I remember someone saying that for some reason it destroys his skin the more he does it.  The scientist is so obsessed with still jumping through time he ends up destroying his body and making some creepy looking artificial skin.

[L/F]
I am standing in the street of an urban area with lots of tall old buildings.  I look down the street and see two stealth helicopters flying only a couple feet off the ground winding around a corner.  I assumed they were going toward something dangerous.  I decided to follow them and see if I could help.  I jump into a car and start heading in their direction and for some reason figure it would be faster if the car could fly and I didn't have to stay on the streets.  The car starts to lurch upward like a slow moving blimp.  I decide its going far to slow and I should just fly there myself.  As I jump out of the car mid flight I realize I'm dreaming.  I start flying in the direction the helicopters had went at a much faster pace.  I end up getting blocked by a couple buildings that are about twelve stories tall.  I realize when I fly too high I tend to wake up out of fear of falling.  I fly up to the fourth or fifth floor of an abandoned building.  I grab onto the side and slowly fly up but also stabilize myself on the building.  I remember holding on and the concrete of the building was really rough wet and cold.  I make my way to the top of the building and stand up to look around.  I'm in a large city but a rather run down part of it with old buildings and empty lots.  Last thing I remember is looking down off the building at a faded painting on a wet cement wall.  It was of some white ducks with their reflections just below them in water.

[1973 Chevy Impala]

G/C + LT

In a bit of a slump. Not going to spend a lot of time writing these up.


1973 Chevy Impala (INRALD)

I am on the couch trying sleep when I realize I don't feel quite right. I roll over, my mobility all screwed up. I relax and try to work through it knowing full well I am dreaming of course. I head to my traditional portal wall and there are toys and the stereo speaker in the way. I nudge over to the far right, place my hands and soften the wall. I work my way through trying to feel for the thick rich bannister of our mansion. But I am not getting anything. Instead, I reach for the bannister of the Bayville house basement so as to at least break out of the void. I find it and walk up the stairs, the scene stabilizing as I do.

When I get to the first floor, the bathroom door is closed. But within a moment it opens and my father walks out, looking considerably younger. He greets me and we chit chat for a moment. I exit the front door and walk around. He follows. When I get to the garage I notice two cars. The car to the left is our '73 brown 2 door Chevy Impala. I have never driven this car as we got rid of it before I was of age. So I am excited by the possibility of that now. I ask dad if he's got the keys but he does not respond. So I go inside and check the usual car key places, realizing that those spots might not have applied so many years ago. I wake (FA).

I find myself on the walkway of this same house lying down on my side. I feel a few drops of rain coming down on me, and a few wet spots accumulating on the asphalt of the driveway. There are no bushes, flowers etc ... so clearly this is a memory of a time in the summer of '79 when we first moved in. Dad walks over and starts to tell me about his various landscaping plans. I lose the dream.


Nice Abs (DILD)

I am at a commercial gym in a large room. Most of the people are hoarded into one side of the gym and apparently are doing a yoga class. I am on the floor, just stretching a bit. The is a gal to my left that is on her back, also stretching. As she crunches her torso upwards I realize that she has incredibly good abs and no body fat in that area to speak of. It's so unusual I realize I am dreaming. While overly developed abs are not normally a turn on for me per say, the rest of her body is sufficiently feminine that taken as a whole, she's really hot. There are so many people around, I wonder what I should do? I lose this dream.


Grandpa/Grandma's Bayside House (DILD)

I am in the old Bayside Queens NY house. It is night time and I am alone. I need to use the bathroom and head over to the one on the main level next to the kitchen. i don't close the door all the way. I realize at about this point that I am dreaming. I no longer need to pee. So I open the door and start exploring. It is dark but I remember my way around. I figure that since it is nighttime it makes sense that I am alone downstairs. If I am going to meet up with anyone here, it will be upstairs. So I head that way and climb the stairs to what is effectively the third floor of their old townhouse. But as I get to the top floor, the dream begins to fade. It fades and I lose it before getting a reasonable chance to search the rooms.

[Search for Nomad]

05/11/13

Search for Nomad
I am on a long driveway in front of a nice house.  I am thinking it's mine even though I've never seen it before.  There is a huge yard around the house.  I see rolling fields of grass and wild flowers with a forested area in the distance.  I look around a bit more, the grass is tall and blowing in the wind.  There is a tree with a wooden swing hanging from it.  I can hear the birds singing all around though I can't see any of them.  I entered this place through a hypnosis program so I am already lucid.  I think I have plans to continue healing Winter since I don't yet know if she is feeling better or not.  I focus on opening a portal to the healing glen.  I go through the portal into the healing glen.  I see the crystal golem in the glen seeming to be tending to something.  I don't see Winter or Nomad.  I ask him if Nomad and Winter are around.  He says no, but if I need healing...  I say I'll be back after I find Nomad and Winter.  I focus on a portal to the healing springs on the moon.  The portal opens and I go through.  I am alone again.  No one is there.  The pools look very inviting.  But where are Nomad and Winter?  I wonder where they might be.  Has something happened to them? I focus on a portal and on finding them.  I will open a portal to wherever they are.  I focus, but nothing happens.  I wonder what could be wrong...  I decide to try to bring them to me.  I focus on my altered lyrics of Dream On by Aerosmith.  The song plays through, but still nothing happens.  I try again, focused on Nomad.  Still nothing.  I wonder what could be wrong.  I wonder if they are sure ok.  I am trying to think of another way to find them when the dream slips away and I wake up.

Dark Tower: Defenders
I am near a small camp just near a rundown looking town.  It is night time and the stars shine brightly above.  I am not alone there, I am there with Roland, Eddie, and Susanna.  One of the first things I notice is wrong is Susanna has her legs.  I think that is really odd, as in the Dark Tower books she is missing the lower part of her legs.  In spite of that difference I still recognize these people from the Dark Tower series.  They apparently realize I am there because Roland motions me over.  He says the people of the town are too scared, and they believe there is nothing that can be done about the attacks that come.  He says they are also too afraid of being infected, which is actually a valid fear.  He asks if I, an assassin, will stand beside them until the end if needed.  I hesitate, wondering how he knows I am an assassin, but then I tell them I will stay with them.  He asks if I would happen to know any other assassins I could call on, we will be seriously outnumbered.  I think of several.  My first thought is MoSh.  I use Dream On by Aerosmith and focus on MoSh.  MoSh appears out of nowhere, much to Roland's surprise.  Eddie and Susanna are talking to each other off to the side.  I focus on the song and this time I try to summon Nomad.  Nothing happens.  I focus harder but nothing happens.  I focus on summoning Spike.  He appears, then asks where the bloody hell is he.  He asks if I just teleported him.  He says he's always glad to see me, but next time give him some warning before pulling him in.  I think about that and decide he is right, it is kind of rude to just grab someone…  Now I am hesitant to summon anyone else, and Roland takes my pause to mean I am done.  He says the only direction the enemy can approach from is west, so we need to guard the narrow approach from the west and not let any of them pass.  Everyone spreads out, the area is mostly desert so vegetation is sparse and I can see the others take up positions.  There is some light coming from the east and I can now see that we are in a narrow canyon, and there is indeed no way around us.  Things are approaching.  They look like big trolls.  And there are a lot of them.  The silence of the morning is broken by gunfire.  I check and realize I have a gun.  That's a first… so I start shooting at the trolls as they charge through the desert.  They seem heedless of the fact they are dropping as fast as they can come.  I shoot one as it is about to reach me and it practically falls at my feet.  In the brightening day I can see worms wiggling around in the head wound… YUCK!  Its whole body is covered with those worms.  I can see why the people in the town were worried about infection.  The trolls just keep coming, it almost seems unfair to be using guns on them when they don't even seem to have the intelligence to realize they're dying.  Finally they seem to get the picture and the ones farther away are retreating.  I wonder what will keep them from coming back, or if they will actually remember this canyon as a bad place to be.  I am thinking about asking Roland when I wake.

[I ‘wake up’ in the same location entirely aware that I am dreaming. I feel oddly calm and untroubled. I have the momentary urge to remember lucid goals but the urge floats lightly away like a strand of spider silk on the breeze. I walk into the midst of a nearby crowd. They are looking into the night sky but not to the stars. They are waiting for fireworks. Some are complaining that it is taking too long. I point to the section of the sky with a nebula that looks kind of like the butterfly nebula. The earth jerks and suddenly the nebula is right in front of us. It wavers slowly like there are heat waves between us and it.Everyone is amazed that I brought the nebula so close. I am surprised that the DCs are finally impressed by my dream abilities. But I didn’t bring the nebula closer to us, I brought us closer to it. I try to explain but none of the DCs understand it. I then do this a few more times, simply point out the place I want to be and the entire planet moves there. They try but can’t do it.I use a finger to pinpoint a spot in the sky. When I move my finger the starry sky slides from side to side, as if I am using a touch screen. This also isn’t me moving the sky but me anchoring myself in the sky to move the planet. The DCs still don’t understand. They begin to inquire if I am a god. “No.” I keep telling them. “There are no gods, only dreams and dream masters. We’re in a dream.”To further demonstrate, I leap into the air and fly straight up. As I come back down I am engulfed in flames as I renter the earth’s atmosphere. It doesn’t hurt but I do feel an unusual sensation flickering over my skin. It is sort of like millions of ribbons of faint electricity are running over my body. I fly around engulfed in flames for a while and then land. Most of the DCs are gone.I wonder what time it is where I am sleeping. I look to the bench where I’d laid down and am surprised to see my body still laying there. It doesn’t feel like it really is me laying there. I poke at the sleeping me and she stirs. I wonder if I will wake iwl if I wake her up here. I decide to test this out and very viciously shake the other me awake. She sits up and looks so miserable and tired that I think I should have left her sleeping. She stares at me with a look that is the epitome of murderous rage. I can tell by her eyes that she is contemplating how to kill me for waking her up. “What time is it, where you are?” I ask suddenly to distract her. The look on her face changes to one of deep thought. She raises a finger to the sky and places it onto the moon, which hangs low in the Western horizon. The moon turns into a white faced clock with black numbers but no hands. She slides the moon clock across the sky, a comet like tail trails along after it. The other me sets the clock very low on the Eastern horizon. “Does this mean it’s almost morning?” I ask.“What else would it mean?” She asks bitterly. “I’m going back to sleep. Don’t wake me again.” She lays down and immediately dozes off. I turn back to the clock and wonder about the different things it might mean, though I’m mostly sure it means it is nearly morning. What the hell else could it be? I pace and consider the scene. “It’s always East and West.” I say out loud, “Hardly ever North or South. This time... a broken clock moon in the east night sky... a night sky full of strange stars and nebula. Two sleeping mes and a lucid me. What am I saying here?” I keep repeating these questions as I pace, I’m sure there is a hidden meaning. I want to figure it out before we all wake.]

LD Within a Dream - DILD

Staying at hotel, in room most of the time and not allowed out. I either sit by the window staring outside or pace the room.
Have to shower but sister goes in first. She takes a long time. I’m left roaming the hotel. There are no stairs, we have to climb from level to level. I eventually climb to my floor and to my room. I gather my stuff to shower and have to climb to the shower this time.

While in there, it dawns on me that one wall is all window. People can probably see me showering. I’m not too disturbed by this except that it also dawns on me that there might be kids out there who can see into the shower. Don’t need to be traumatizing them with my nakedness. I  lower a screen over the window and everything is okay.

Done showering I climb back down and outside. It is night. People are gathered around looking up at the sky. There are several large, multicolored nebulae in the sky. They also look very close. I think I may be dreaming, but instead of biting my finger to check I lay down on a bench outside the hotel and go to sleep.

I ‘wake up’ in the same location entirely aware that I am dreaming. I feel oddly calm and untroubled. I have the momentary urge to remember lucid goals but the urge floats lightly away like a strand of spider silk on the breeze.

I walk into the midst of a nearby crowd. They are looking into the night sky but not to the stars. They are waiting for fireworks. Some are complaining that it is taking too long. I point to the section of the sky with a nebula that looks kind of like the butterfly nebula. The earth jerks and suddenly the nebula is right in front of us. It wavers slowly like there are heat waves between us and it.

Everyone is amazed that I brought the nebula so close. I am surprised that the DCs are finally impressed by my dream abilities. But I didn’t bring the nebula closer to us, I brought us closer to it. I try to explain but none of the DCs understand it. I then do this a few more times, simply point out the place I want to be and the entire planet moves there. They try but can’t do it.

I use a finger to pinpoint a spot in the sky. When I move my finger the starry sky slides from side to side, as if I am using a touch screen. This also isn’t me moving the sky but me anchoring myself in the sky to move the planet. The DCs still don’t understand. They begin to inquire if I am a god. “No.” I keep telling them. “There are no gods, only dreams and dream masters. We’re in a dream.”

To further demonstrate, I leap into the air and fly straight up. As I come back down I am engulfed in flames as I renter the earth’s atmosphere. It doesn’t hurt but I do feel an unusual sensation flickering over my skin. It is sort of like millions of ribbons of faint electricity are running over my body. I fly around engulfed in flames for a while and then land. Most of the DCs are gone.

I wonder what time it is where I am sleeping. I look to the bench where I’d laid down and am surprised to see my body still laying there. It doesn’t feel like it really is me laying there. I poke at the sleeping me and she stirs. I wonder if I will wake iwl if I wake her up here. I decide to test this out and very viciously shake the other me awake. She sits up and looks so miserable and tired that I think I should have left her sleeping. She stares at me with a look that is the epitome of murderous rage. I can tell by her eyes that she is contemplating how to kill me for waking her up.

“What time is it, where you are?” I ask suddenly to distract her. The look on her face changes to one of deep thought. She raises a finger to the sky and places it onto the moon, which hangs low in the Western horizon. The moon turns into a white faced clock with black numbers but no hands. She slides the moon clock across the sky, a comet like tail trails along after it. The other me sets the clock very low on the Eastern horizon. “Does this mean it’s almost morning?” I ask.

“What else would it mean?” She asks bitterly. “I’m going back to sleep. Don’t wake me again.” She lays down and immediately dozes off.
I turn back to the clock and wonder about the different things it might mean, though I’m mostly sure it means it is nearly morning. What the hell else could it be? I pace and consider the scene. “It’s always East and West.” I say out loud, “Hardly ever North or South. This time... a broken clock moon in the east night sky... a night sky full of strange stars and nebula. Two sleeping mes and a lucid me. What am I saying here?” I keep repeating these questions  as I pace, I’m sure there is a hidden meaning. I want to figure it out before we all wake.

I don't.


Note: Previously, I was the one with murderous intent toward other alternate dream mes. This dream I am on the other side of that intent and it was kind of scary and disturbing.

[TV Show]

I did the gm, alpha-gpc, rhodiola, and nicotine at bedtime, followed by guarana and ginseng at WBTB.  Again that resulted in long complex dreams before WBTB, and great vibes and lucids afterwards.

TV Show (not well recalled, but was very long and detailed at the time, and again inspired by Vex's dreams lol)

I am watching a TV show starring Johnny Depp.  It's about these aliens who live in the same time and place as humans, but neither is aware of each other.  They are like in different dimensions or something.  The aliens have colonized the Earth, so it's on Earth, in Earth peoples' homes.  Every so often, an alien or a human becomes aware of the other.  The aliens look like normal people when it shows them in their own dimension, but when the humans rarely sense or see the aliens, they are like the little big-headed, big-eyed typical alien, except they are very dark-colored, not silver, almost like a negative of a typical alien.  It's the same when the aliens see the humans; they look weird like that to them too.  It's as if neither sees the other as they really are, or as they see themselves, because of the dimension thing.  Johnny Depp is a person who gets a glimpse of the aliens, and the show is about him trying to figure out what's going on.

HI

I'm lying there awake, feeling not yet sleepy enough to try to WILD, just incubating what I want to do.  (Find pj, give him a phrase; I forgot about the rock at that point.)  I "hear myself" telling Tom how Danger Kitten scratched me when I walked by her, and I feel my dream-arm reach out and demonstrate.  I am surprised because I didn't even think I was close to sleep.  I go on just thinking about what I was thinking, but realize I would WILD probably.


Eating Clouds (This was a monthly goal at DV a loooong time ago.  I can't remember if I managed to do it or not, but maybe my SC was "showing" me that it doesn't ignore my goals.  It's just very, very slow at delivering them, lol.)

(I can't remember the very beginning; I think I fell asleep when I was trying to WILD.)*  I'm in a city.  It's dark, and I'm in an industrial part of town; not much activity at night time here.  I think I'll fly, and immediately I shoot up into the air.  Whee, that was fast!  I go higher and higher.  I see the city spread out before me.  It's like Los Angeles, just enormous, stretching as far as the eye can see.  The stars get brighter.  Cool, I'll go to space, it's been a while!  

I come to the first misty clouds.  They grow thicker as I go up, til that's all I can see around me.  I reach out to see what they feel like.  I break some off.  I can't describe the texture; it's not like anything IRL.  It's like foam rubber, but much more easily torn and squished.  I put some in my mouth to see what it tastes like.  Kind of bland.  The texture is the most interesting thing about it.

I go higher, and the clouds thin out.  But before I get to space, I'm plummet back down again.  Bummer!  Oh well, maybe next time.  I feel like I still have the cloud-stuff on my face.  I wipe it off, and look down at my sleeve--I did, there is white stuff smeared on it.  

I'm in the same boring industrial area, so I start walking.  I come to a residential area.  The first place I see is an old folks' home.  Boring; don't want to go in there.  I come to a place where the houses are big and nice.  I see one that is the most beautiful blue I have ever seen.  Cerulean, the color I just like to stare at when I see it.  I realize some people would think it is gaudy, so big and blue, but I love it.  It's all lit up, inside and out, which makes it stand out in the darkness.

I think, that's the one, and I walk towards it.  However when I get closer I see "For Sale" sign in the yard.  Darn, it's empty.  (I wish I would have gone in anyway, and checked it out.)  I turn away, then think, I should read what the sign says.  It has a picture of a woman's face, the realtor, and the phone number is written as a word, the way they do phone numbers sometimes to help you remember.  It's 1-800-SCAMMER.  I laugh because I think it's appropriate for a real estate agency phone number.  (I didn't realize til I woke up that it has the right amount of digits for a phone number.  I should call it lol.)

I walk around in the dark.  The grass is wet.  I see a toad jumping around.  Then more toads.  It's kind of yukky, walking in the wet grass, trying to avoid stepping on all the toads.  So I walk to the next house; also big, lights on inside, obviously occupied this time.  I squeeze in via the little glass windows on the side of the door.  I almost lose the dream.  Things are going dark, so I reach down and touch the floor.  Cold marble, good.  I don't instantly come back, so I continue to feel around.  I find a piece of paper and crumple it.  The feel and the sound of that bring me back to the dream.

I walk across the foyer and look into the house.  There is a big family here; older people and grown kids.   They look up in surprise at me.  I say, "Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean for you to see me."  The people in the older generation react badly to my presence, yelling at me and threatening me and telling me to go away.  But a couple of the younger ones tell me that it's OK.  They realize I am an entity from somewhere else. I tell them it's cold and dark and wet out there, and there are a lot of yukky toads; that's why I came in.  A man in the younger generation tell me that I am welcome.  A young woman sees my hesitation, and comes to me and hugs me and tells me it's OK, and says it must be awful out there, alone, in the dark.  I say, oh, it is, I don't want to go back out there!  I'm playing it up for them, a poor lost wandering soul, so they will want me to stay, lol.  I can tell the younger people are curious, and would like to communicate with a ghost, or whatever it is that they think I am.  

?  (Gap in recall, probably wake up with DEILD). I am wandering around the house.  It's dark now, and they family has gone to bed.  I think thoughts that I don't want to think.  I think about the dream I had before, and wonder if it really were possible for different entities from different dimensions to occupy the same space without being aware of it.  I begin to see shadowy figures, also moving around the house.  I look down a flight of stairs, and as I see one of them, it sees me as well.  It scares me.  The figure approaches.  I tell myself, OK, this is stupid, just don't think stupid things like that, just ignore them.  Even if they are here, and I think there is a possibility that they are, they can't hurt me.  I can just wake myself up if they try to do something to me.  But what if they have some kind of power, and can keep me here?  STOP IT!!  That's not possible!  I block all the thoughts, and ignore the entities.

I hear somebody talking in one of the bedrooms.  I find it and go in.  It's the girls' room.  A man is there, trying to wake up one of the girls.  I wonder why he is here.  It doesn't seem right.  He has a gun.  What should I do?!  I go to the other bed, where the woman  who welcomed me earlier is sleeping.  I think I'll wake her up so she can call for help.  Then I hear the man saying it's time for the girl to get up to go to training, they have to be there soon, and they are going to be late if she doesn't get moving.  I realize they are in the army reserves together, and he is picking her up for that.  He doesn't want to wake the rest of the people, but he doesn't want her to over sleep.  I am relieved that it's nothing bad.

OK, whose bed to get in...the cute guy who invited me in, or the equally cute girl who hugged me....?  Maybe some of both?  I feel like Frankenfurter, but less perverted, and without the costume, lol.


WILD

I wake from the last dream, and try to WILD back in.  I feel too awake.  I begin to visualize body movements, since I had got my arm out earlier.  I end up moving all dream-arms and legs as I lie there, twisting them all around, like I'm dancing in bed.  This is stupid!  Just get out.  I relax, and go back into a dream.

I'm in the city again, this time a shopping district, with some apartments.  A girl is walking two big rottweilers, and having trouble with them.  I approach her and say hi.  She is friendly, but her dogs keep biting me.  It's painful, but I realize it's shouldn't be, so I try to ignore it.

We walk and talk.  She has evidently been shopping, and she pulls a black cloth belt out of a bag.  She holds it up and asks me, "What do you think?"  I say I guess it's nice, and she realizes I don't understand, so she takes out the white outfit it goes with. Oh, she just made black-belt in karate!  Cool!  I congratulate her.

We sit down to talk.  I say, check out my martial art moves.  I begin to do kicks in which I jump way up high in the air, with a lot of hang-time.  I do the most impressive karate-type moves I can think of.  She is open-mouthed with amazement.  Then, to top it off, I tread-air (like treading water but in the air) in front of her.  She is beyond stunned now.  She says, "You're so beautiful!"  I laugh, both flattered and thinking how silly it is to be flattered by my own mind.  But what the heck, if that's what SC wants, it's fine with me.  I swim thru the air to her.

*Delayed Recall:  This came back to me later, then I forgot to write it down.  When I first got there, before I flew, I saw the moon, huge, on the horizon.  I just knew I was going to get there.  But I lost it, then got trapped in the clouds.  I really thought I was going to get there this time.  :(

[Dark Tower: Ambush!]

05/09/13

Healing
I am lying on a blanket in the middle of a field of green grass.  I lie there for a few minutes, looking up at the blue sky as clouds drift by.  It is very relaxing.  I am lying there relaxing when I feel something wrapping around my right wrist, it feels like a snake.  I hesitate just a little too much before sitting up.  A snake thing wraps around my other wrist.  I look around and see I am not alone there, I am surrounded by Templars.  The places where the snakes… more like tendrils… are holding my wrists are burning.  There's some kind of dark energy pulsing through the tendrils.  The tendrils are extending from two of the Templars, right out of their right hands.  One Templar says there's nothing I can do to stop it now, they own me.  I form hidden blades on each arm and twist around to cut the tendrils.  There are many more tendrils heading my direction from all the other Templars.  I form Witchblade into a sword instead of hidden blades and cut through the tendrils as they try to grab hold of me.  There are just too many of them, they're all coming too fast.  I won't be able to hold them off for long.  I get another idea.  I put the sword away and let the tendrils wrap around my body.  I focus on the song spell Whiplash by Metallica, sending the energy back along the tendrils to their source.  The backlash of energy knocks each of the Templars back on their asses.  They are recovering quickly and sending the tendrils out again.  I start to set off an Immortal Fire spell, but I don't get all the way through setting it up before I am grabbed by the tendrils again.  I use Phantom Lord by Metallica to create a wall of fire around myself, the tendrils burn off.

During the time the wall of fire is protecting me I am able to complete the Immortal Fire spell.  A blast of energy extends out from me, destroying my own wall of fire and all the Templars standing around the outside of it.  When the energy clears I am alone in the field.  My first goal is the usual healing.  Since I wasn't able to find Nomad and Winter on the moon earlier I decide to try the healing glen first.  I open a portal and go through to find out my choice was correct.  Nomad and the crystal golem are standing near a levitating Winter.  I go over to them and focus on the healing spell Voices, directing healing energy through Winter.  Golden energy is permeating the entire area, flowing through everyone there.  It feels very relaxing.  I hadn't realized it but I had been quite angry at the Templars for intruding on my earlier peaceful dream.  I realize how angry I had been as I am calming down now.  I am so relaxed I feel I might fall asleep.  As the spells are coming to a close I really do fall asleep and wake up in bed.  

Dark Tower: Ambush!
I am in a comfortable looking house with three other people.  I don't remember the name of the one, but the other two are Roland and Eddie.  The third man is staring at me with his jaw open.  He says he never actually saw a walk-in walk in before, now he's seen everything.  I tell him there's one more to join us.  I think about getting MoSh into the dream.  I have had an idea for improving the chances of shared dreaming so I decide to test it out with someone I know I can make a connection with.  I focus on the song Dream On by Aerosmith, but I change the lyrics from "Sing with me, sing for the years.  Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears.  Sing with me, just for today.  Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away," to "Dream with me, dream of the years.  Dream of the laughter, dream of the tears.  Dream with me, just for today.  Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away."  I focus on the alternate lyrics while keeping in mind who I want to make contact with.  After a brief pause MoSh appears in front of me, looking a bit disoriented.  Roland says we really need to get moving now, before Balazaar's goons come after us.  Eddie seems to want to talk to the other man some more.  Roland tells him to talk as we go.  He asks who can drive.  Eddie, then me, then the other man, and finally MoSh all say we can drive.  It appears Roland is the odd one out there.  So we go outside to where there is a car and a truck parked.  I am hoping I didn't lie, I am not familiar with driving a stick shift… I need not have worried, it is an automatic.  MoSh, Eddie, and the other guy all get in the truck, which I find a bit odd… there is more room in the car… I decide not to worry about seating arrangements.  I drive the car, following after the truck, Roland is in the seat beside me.  Roland is silent for a while, then he finally asks where exactly it is that MoSh and I come from… is it from Eddie's world?  I don't have to figure out an answer for that, however, as the truck in front of us blows a tire and skids off into the ditch.  I slam on the brakes just in time to keep from hitting the row of spikes on the road.  We are under attack!  I wonder how they had time to set up an ambush.  Roland is out of the car in an instant with his gun drawn, he takes out two of the goons before they can react and take cover behind a couple vehicles hidden alongside the road.  I get out of the vehicle quickly, but not fast enough.  We are in a shootout.  But do I have a gun?  I don't see a gun anywhere, I am dressed in my Assassin robes, I have two hidden blades… didn't anyone tell me not to bring a hidden blade to a gun fight?  Shooting is going on around me while I look for my gun.  I want to help out somehow… so I sneak off to the side and into the trees.  Maybe if I can just get behind them…  Someone shoots at me, but he misses and leaves himself open to be shot, I think he gets shot by MoSh.  So MoSh got a gun and all I got was hidden blades?  I focus on summoning a gun but nothing happens.  Shit.  The shooting continues.  I circle through the trees, and I spot a pair of goons approaching with the same idea I had.  I climb up into a tree before they see me.  Then as they are passing below me I jump out of the tree and do a double assassinate on the two goons before they can circle around behind Roland and the others.

I think that might be why I couldn't summon a gun… if I had, I wouldn't have been sneaking around and found these two!  I go to continue circling around behind the other goons when there is an explosion.  Someone must have ignited a gas tank.  I see smoke rising from the trees ahead, but then the dream fades out and I wake partially…  I doze back into the dream, not lucid now, and time has passed.  I am with Eddie, Roland, and MoSh and we are in a nice looking house talking to Stephen King, which I think is pretty awesome.  I wish I had one of his books to get signed.  MoSh is looking around the room.  Roland is saying something about Stephen King creating us.  I tell Roland that I don't think Stephen King created anyone, but he can see into other worlds that most people deny the existence of.  Influence events?  That seems likely, let it be written, let it be done.  But create real living people?  Only a god can do that.  But I really want to know how he can see the other worlds, because I want so badly to see the other worlds while I am awake, to have final proof that they exist…  Then I ask Stephen King if he could write me a door… a door from my own house into my inner world, or a door to any world where magic works, really.  Because if I just had my powers I could go anywhere.  A short story would surely do.  Make the door appear in June 2013, please.  In the home of Raven Knight.  And not locked, or write in a key with it.  Stephen King looks at me strangely, and then I wake up.
 
Dream With Me
I am in my own room lying in bed.  I sit up and stroke a furry animal by my side.  The animal pikas at me.  Pikas?  I feel another animal beside me, and this one vees when I pet it.  "Pika!"  "Vee!"  A pikachu and an eevee.  I get out of bed and do a reality check, which is something I am trying to get in the habit of doing every time I wake up in bed.  I pinch my nose and find I can still breathe.  I'm dreaming!  My first thought is to just go outside and fly somewhere, I always like flying dreams.  I think for a few minutes, then I remember I had a goal of trying to share a dream with a couple people.  I decide to try my new song spell to reach someone I haven't dreamed with before, or at least not much.  My first goal will be to share a dream with FH.  I remember he wanted to get to the moon so I will do it from there.  I open a portal.  Nothing happens.  I wonder why it's not working.  I look at my closet door for a bit and then open it.  My closet door leads to the moon.  I go through the door to a place at the base of the tower.  The door vanishes behind me.  I focus on the song Dream On by Aerosmith, but I change the lyrics from "Sing with me, sing for the years.  Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears.  Sing with me, just for today.  Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away," to "Dream with me, dream of the years.  Dream of the laughter, dream of the tears.  Dream with me, just for today.  Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away."  Now I just have to focus on who I want to make contact with.  I realize I have absolutely no idea what image to focus on.  I focus on the idea of bringing FH to the moon as I focus on the altered lyrics.  At first nothing seems to be happening.  Then someone starts to take shape.  It's like a malfunctioning transporter on Star Trek.

The image forms a bit, then disappears a bit, then forms again.  I try to get a good look at the image but I am failing.  A man, I'm bad with ages but my guess is in his 30's, dark hair, his hair is short, might be slightly receding… he is average build and height… the image is so non-descript, this could describe countless men out there.  I wonder if that's what FH really looks like or if that's just how I picture him… I think the image is going to come into focus but instead it disappears.  I drop an Italian curse word… Cazzo.  I was also going to try to share an Assassin's Creed dream with SJ.  Key note being Assassin's Creed.  I focus on the alternate lyrics again, and this time I have a clear image to focus on.  Pretty, long dark hair…  Maybe I can pull SJ into a dream and shift this dream to an Assassin's Creed setting at the same time.  So now I focus on the song, and on both of us being in an Assassin's Creed world.  The scene around me does shift.  I do teleport.  I find myself in a place that looks like one of the cities from Assassin's Creed, the original game.  I think it is Jerusalem.  I am standing between two buildings, out of sight of the main walkways and streets.  Perfect, I think SJ would like to meet Altaïr.  As I am focused on the image of SJ someone starts to form in front of me.  Then I start questioning myself… what if we get attacked by a hoard of Templars?  If we get surrounded and attacked, would that make it a nightmare for her?  No… I don't think so.  Give her a sword and she could play virtual reality Assassin's Creed like I have done in previous dreams where I wasn't lucid.  So I keep focusing on SJ.  She is materializing, it is working!  Someone rudely shoves me out of the way, I lose focus, and SJ disappears.  I look and see Altaïr has pushed me out of the way.  I step back out in front of some guards that are chasing Altaïr, and they run right into me, we all fall down in a pile.  The guards quickly get up, several of them are cursing at me, and they continue in the direction Altaïr went… but I figure he is probably long gone.  I am thinking about trying Dream On one more time when I wake.

[Changing Paths?]

G/C + LT

Background:

- While I rarely dream about malls, they have been playing an important role when Maria and I try to dream share

- My first car was a 1976 Dodge Charger, or more precisely, this was the car I learned to drive on around 1984 or so.

- I have since had a few cars, including a '94 Dodge Spirit, 2000 Jeep and a 2011 Kia Optima.

- I got my MS degree at the Univ of Florida Gainesville iin 1992. My brother in law is a prof there presently in the school of business


Changing Paths?

I have two series of INRALDs, where I find myself on the couch and realize I am dreaming. Each similar. I get up, the scene is not stable and I realize that the tree door is not there. But as the scene is not well formed, I close my eyes and feel my way over hoping to feel for the intended door. But all I touch is the picture that hangs there and an exceedingly smooth wall, smoother than the real thing. I decompose the wall and enter it, finding myself in a voidspace rather than my intended location of Maria's Rec room. I lose lucidity.

I next find myself in a mall. I have the sense that K and A got here much earlier than me and that I was supposed to rendezvous with them. But the plan is unclear and for some reason it does not occur to me do the obvious thing and just pull out a cell phone? As I continue to walk around this mall, I realize that it also has elements of a University campus. It's an odd merging of scenery and situations. I happen upon a large room with a movie screen. I have a seat to see what is playing. The room itself is rather full of people. But the movie is a bit all over the place and it is not holding my attention. The grey plastic seats are terribly uncomfortable as well. A guy starts complaining out loud about how much this sucks. I agree, so I get up and leave.

As I continue to walk around the mall, I realize it's getting late and it is just about closing time. So I decide to head back to the parking garage and find my car. But I have only the most vague sense of where I parked, and how I got here at all? I leave a Sears store and it's night time, perhaps about 8:30 pm or so. I walk to a garage that has levels both above and below ground. I go down thinking my car is there. But I am confused by which car I have with me. At first I think it's the Spirit. Then I realize it's my Jeep. But regardless, I can't remember where the hell I left it. I walk up to the ground level and leave the garage. There are several guys lowering a white small car into a hole in the ground that leads to a lower layer of the garage. The nature of the hole (dimensions) and the manner in which they are lowering it is reminiscent of lowering a coffin into the ground. I continue walking and finally find myself along a street during the day. I find my Optima parallel parked along the side of the road. "Oh ... thank goodness". I walk over and recognize my car but relate to it more as a Cadillac, somehow thinking it has more value than it really does.

I get into my car and realize there are a bunch of teenagers with bats and other weapons who are descending on me. I keep an eye on them in the rear view mirror as I wait for a line of cars at the light. Once the light changes and cars begin to move, I gun it, literally burning rubber in the process. I turn a corner and head down a road. An old, beaten up '76 Dodge charger pulls out from a side drive and nearly clips me in the process. I continue to drive, glad that I have just avoided two non trivial problems. As I continue, I no longer am in my car. Rather, I am jogging down the street pushing a large white file cabinet that is on wheel. It's about as high as my chest, and about 2.5 ft x 2.5 feet wide.

I continue pushing this white file cabinet down the street when I realize that this is Gainesville, and specifically an area near the University. I can't believe how run down it is. It's basically a ghetto. I don't feel in danger per say, but I feel badly what has happened to this otherwise descent town and bad that L is stuck here teaching. I get to the dead end of this road and it terminates onto a four lane road going left/right. I am going too fast to see all the signs clearly, but there is some indication that I can pick up route 287 and get home from here. But I can't figure out which direction it was. So I turn right and enter the traffic flow, stopped at a light. I am in the right most lane behind a car. I panic a bit, wondering how I am going to keep up with the other cars in traffic, pushing this large white file cabinet in front of me. But when traffic begins to move, I find myself on a side walk with other pedestrians. I get the sense that I have traveled far from the original inter-section when I finally ask someone "which way was going to take me north on 287, this direction or the other one?". This person confirms that I am going the wrong way. So I turn and jog in the other direction, still pushing the file cabinet. But within moments I am back at the inter-section. It turns out that I did not waste as much time and energy as I thought and I am actually back on track to get home.