For a while.

For good.

From now.

It’s not good for me, I’m not good for it, lets end this.

Two boys and a girl, they’re young, the oldest is 10-ish. They’ve been left in jungle-type area to fend for themselves. They’re sleeping outside, eating what they can find, they start avoiding contact with people. Maybe because they fear they’ll be taken home, maybe because they fear to be split up.

Chapter two -

The kids find a run down cottage, they can’t get into it. By now the oldest is 12 or 13, they can fend for themselves just fine, and they’ve got some outside shelter. The area they’re in, it doesn’t rain too much. There’s been no contact with people at all for a long time now.

Chapter three -

Another kid has joined the group, a boy of around 5 or so. The children, unable to find a way into the cottage and unwilling to draw attention to themselves have been sheltering beneath it, as it’s slightly raised off the ground and has a hollowed out area underneath.

Chapter 4 -

The oldest is now around 16, and used to taking care of the younger kids, another young child has joined the group and they’re doing as well for themselves as they can, not brilliant, but they don’t know any other way. One of the younger children breaks into the house and goes through the stuff. The house which is now inhabited by an old man.

Chapter 5 -

The child is found in the house, after some debating, authorities are called and the kids are, in their own words, “rescued”, and the dream ends.

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There were other bits. One of the kids planted a load of palm leaves by the road, for some reason, partly leading towards their rescue. The group had gotten fairly big near the end, a good five or six kids. The older kids taking care of the younger ones, no fighting within the group, that I noticed.

The ones who were young at the beginning of the dream aged appropriately, but never hoped for, or even wanted to really be rescued. They’d been abandoned too young and simply knew no other way to live.

The dream was clearly split into five chapters. I don’t know why they didn’t find the house to begin with, maybe they were in a different area, maybe they simply weren’t looking. Chapter five was titled “The Rescue” but I don’t know what happened to them afterwards.

Was a kid, walking through a building of corridors, didn’t know hoe I’d got there, as far as I knew, I’d fallen asleep in class. Came to the end of the corridor I was in, there was different corridors, statues and such. The room I came out into was a massive hall, massive ceiling and running through it, like a sewer from a game, was a river of magma, there was a guy standing by it. (Think a little like the bit between the bank and auctionhouse in Ironforge, not that it was based on there I don’t think.)

I attacked and after a scuffle. managed to knock him into the lava and I ran onto the next room, he respawned from the lava behind me, with all fireworks and shit, waving his arms around and shouting and all that, but didn’t attack me again. Before I knocked him into the lava he had two knives and was dressed in brown. I guess this is what I get for watching Heroes and then moving onto Dexter.

In the next room there was a guy dressed like a super hero, blue spandex costume, rather overweight. (I blame the terrible porn chibi was throwing at me just before I went to bed) I fought him too, the guy in the previous room was the leader of the group, but this guy was stronger. He was different through, in that he could only move forward, not backwards. There were rules binding each god, different rules for everyone, his was a movement rule, meaning he could only move forward. I think I won, but barely.

I know I failed later on, but I don’t think it ever went into specifics how. But because I’d beaten the first guy, I’d passed. They were gods, and they were gonna make my character into a god too, if I survived it, most people didn’t beat the first god. The first god was the one training me, because he’d lost first, but spandex-guy helped a little.

I survived the training too, my rules were no communication. I don’t know what the rules binding the first god were, but it was interesting.

I was woken up then pretty much, but it was a really awesome dream, If I could draw, I’d draw comics, but I don’t feel I’m good enough. Maybe I’ll write out all these properly one day and get published and be famous. :p

I remember falling asleep, or I remember thinking I remember falling asleep, my body goes all pins and needles right before I drift off, maybe I feel this every night but only when I have a lucid dream do I remember it? I can always feel back to my body in these dreams too, like you might focus on an arm or a leg to see if it hurts slightly or not when awake, I can feel back to it and, interestingly, feel what position I’m sleeping in. Feeling back to my body, it’s always all pins and needles. I like that though, I’ve never had it wake me up. In lucid dreams the thing that most worries me is always the possibility that I’m not dreaming, and that I’m actually walking around just freaking people out.

But yeah, I remember waking up in bed and going “huh, is this a dream? Sure feels like one.” I checked my hands, and they were normal, then I checked them again, still normal, checked them again cause I was sure, and a finger was missing. It didn’t last long after that though, I got up, (always a weird sensation, like someone in a bad sitcom who’s just been hit by a car and is now watching themselves) walked to the door of my room, tried to see if I could push myself through it (It worked last time…) then, failing that, opened it, stepped out into the hall. I made sure it was still a dream so I didn’t wake up mum, and then realised it was fading.

That bit was interesting, I didn’t wake up, I just realised it was fading into another dream. I don’t think I tried to prolong it or anything, just let it go.

It’s well short now. Feels fluffy too.

Gonna dye it tomorrow to hide all the grey. (Which doesn’t show up on crappy webcam photo, yay)

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It was dark, night time or late evening. I Was going home with mum and we were outside the front door. Funnily enough, it wasn’t the front door of any house I’ve ever lived in, maybe what this house looks like in my dream-world? It was a house with houses attached on both sides, and no front garden, the world was really grey and dark, contrasty. Have you ever noticed that things in your dream-world are always very different to what they’re like in real life, but they’re always fairly consistent? At least for me they are anyway. Like in my dreams there’s a river and a train station near my old house, but I’ve not dreamed about here enough to know what it looks like.

Anyway, was outside the front door, and just suddenly I was really, really scared. The whole atmosphere just suddenly went really oppressive. Like, something is coming and it is big and you better damn well panic. Later on in the dream I described it as waiting for the storm, or being in the eye of the storm, the dead calm where in just a moment all can be chaos.

I was basically running around panicking, blocking up all the windows, wondering what was gonna happen, I think I thought I was gonna die. I tried to phone grandma, I was that worried (I’d never phone anyone normally, I’m terrible at it, I even had to ask mum for her number) but she wasn’t answering her phone, I tried to go online to ask if it was just me feeling this but nowhere I went had anyone to ask. (I was trying the neoboards for some reason but could only find a single UK board and it was devoted to battling ;p)

It carried on like that I guess. There was a bit later on where I was in a supermarket, I think I was trying to buy food for somebody, maybe granddad, and mum’s old boyfriend Glenn might have been there too. The oppressive atmosphere was still there. It started to fade towards the end of the dream, but I was still glad to wake up, something I very rarely am.

Normally I’m not scared in dreams, no matter what. I had a dream once where I was being strangled, and even then I was curious to just see where it went, and a bit miffed when I woke up. It was really, really weird.

That’s what I get for trying to give up and sleep 6 hours, I suppose. :p

Thinking of buying myself a proper, expensive hairbrush, what with all the money being saved on shampoo and conditioner. :p Plus I get the feeling the hairbrush I have at the moment sucks.

Hair is only greasy along the parting at the top, at the ends it’s all nice and dry and stuff, hopefully it’ll all be like that eventually, once my head’s calmed down. I’m considering washing it every other day instead of every day. It takes like, three hours to dry… But maybe a good hairbrush could help with that too. I’ll stick with this routine for now. It forces me to put away time every day, which is nice. Before I just showered when I started to feel dirty enough or when I felt really annoyed. :p

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I had an awesome dream this morning, there were several people all in this big country house, looked like it hadn’t been touched (or even dusted) for 100 years, they were locked in and trying to get out, doing detective work, finding hidden panels and stuff in the walls. But the best bit was, I was half dreaming I was watching it on telly at the same time as being one of the main characters. (A woman.) It looked like Murder She Wrote, it was rubbish quality and everyone was dressed like it was the 80s. I was enjoying it but mum woke me up. All the characters had split up and I was the woman, she’d just spotted a hidden compartment in the top right corner of a room, and was about to start climbing the wall to see what was behind it when I woke up. (It had one of those gym things against it like you got in school, folds away flat against the wall when not in use)

Was fun.

I was dreaming I was lucid dreaming, walking down the road, in the dream I was walking in reality, but I was asleep too, lucid sleepwalking, I’ve had a few days that’ve felt like that… Walking where I knew I was walking, but seeing it differently, I guess. I walked to the alleyway at the end of the road where we used to live, and I picked up an unused cigarette from the floor and put it in my pocket, to prove it had happened, to remember by. Maybe this would have cropped up as an item later in the dream?

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“I wouldn’t like to say” she said, looking around nervously, sharing a glance with the other woman, “it didn’t end well, that’s all I can say” the two women were heavily overweight and the boys weren’t sure if they’d been on the mission or not, they may just have been part of the anti-voucher lobby. “Shall we go to bed now? Long day tomorrow!” the subject was expertly changed.

The house where it all started out, although I came to the dream just before the ship touched down in the store and this was recounted to me later by the old women and remembered by the boys, that house was a temple, the object of worship a printing press. The mission of the group of people in the dream was to get the man who owned the press to stop printing vouchers, the printing machine had been in use for hundreds (ish) of years and now they wanted to put an ordinance on it to stop it making vouchers, strings had been pulled to elevate one of the party to the position high enough to pass it, but this mission had to be carried out before it could be done. It was all a bit steampunk. I think the mission was to find a certain man.

Even in the dream we thought it was a daft mission, but an adventure is an adventure. The man who owned the press just shrugged, he barely ever printed vouchers anyway. The printing press itself looked a bit like a pipe organ, it was in a very narrow room. Maybe this part is because it was situated in the house next door to our old house, and from the front, the only bit I’ve ever seen is the hallway and stairs. It was sort of the shape of stairs, and it was golden and brilliant. (I used to go in there a lot when I was a little kid, it was full of nursing students and they used to all babysit us, but we never went through the front door, always the back, as we shared a garden)

Eventually they did explain, after the ship (It was flying through the endless abyss, but that wasn’t known at the time it was happening) touched down at the shop, a fog set in, everyone got separated, the boys, lost, went to the back of the store and down under the floor, something to do with a spinning power-ball, and falling through the grate and somehow not getting chopped up by the fans. This was kind of how, in a game, sometimes something will kill you and sometimes it won’t, you have to try and see because it’s never consistent between games. hey went under the floor and into the abyss and onto the chocolate coloured cube, but not before the tin-man had told them how to protect themselves from the tiny hatching spiders. (Not that I remember the tin man being there, but that was how the boys told it so I guess there were bits hidden from me, the tin man certainly wasn’t there in the bits I saw) the rest of the group hung around, and when the spiders hatched, none of them knew what to do except scratch. Many hilarious photos of the party scratching themselves in inappropriate places were taken and posted online, who by, I don’t know. Maybe in the same vein as there’s always somebody taping a disaster on their phone.

Eventually, the party ended up on a ship, which later crashed, and they were all frozen to death in the period of a few minutes, I don’t know if that was a result of the crash or if they would have frozen anyway. The ship wasn’t a good place to be anyway, it was just that they had no other options. There was an indication that the party could have been on the Princess, what the boys named the gigantic ship they saw while waiting on the cube, an ironic name really. The Princess, an ugly monster of a boat, being bigger than the Palace. But I only saw it from the boys point of view.

The boys meanwhine were stuck on the gigantic chocolate coloured cube, for any time from days to years, they saw many things in the abyss, there were mountains maybe in the far, far distance, and things both flying and landbound. When I say abyss, I mean it was a gigantic space where gravity didn’t always apply, but I don’t mean it was a black featureless void, the ground was a light brown gravelly rock, there were the were mountains, the sky was a greeny colour, with lighter coloured spots, speckled. Nothing grew there though, so there were more things flying than not, all going somewhere.”Once we even saw something as big as, maybe much bigger than, the palace, touch down. Maybe it was picking somebody up, maybe it was dropping somebody off, it only took the space of a moment anyway.” It looked like one of the dragons from Narutatu, and they weren’t entirely sure it wasn’t just a gigantic monster, and not a ship at all. Or maybe they were the same thing. The palace may have been the ship the party was on, but it may have also been one that was much bigger. It was the biggest thing they’d ever previously seen anyway.

To the right of them, on the ground below, there was lava. In the center of the lava was an island containing the statue of liberty, a little worse for wear but easily recognisable. One of the boys discovered they could jump off the cube and towards the statue and almost make it, and if he hit the lava, he would respawn on top of the cube. Eventually he managed to jump far enough, and his brother followed them. But they were lego people when they landed?

Walking up to to the statue changed things, they climbed the rubble and in to inside, where there was a store. To pass the store, they had to play a game. The women later told them that the game may have won them the neverhand, which, when coupled with the small clock hand they already had and put into the statue, (which also had a resemblance to bigben), would have made the statue give them more time. More time for what, I don’t know. It was never said.

The game was that they had to run the store, it was full of people but the people wound down so quickly, so you had to touch them to get them going again and they all started off still, the two boys were running round the store, tagging everyone, getting them to start up again, but the people were destroying everything, the staff were fairly useless (touch once to wake up, touch twice to get them to man a till, touch twice again to get them to work the shop floor) the people were just ripping shirts and items of clothing off the racks and tossing them everywhere, the aim of the game was to make a profit, but I never saw the number shift away from 40. The store where this took place was very similar to the one that the ship touched down in, and a bit like every clothes shop you were ever dragged into as a kid, lots of angry mothers wanted the best deal and lots of bored children following them meekly.

You could dress the people too, by tagging and item of clothing then tagging them, the kids would just go along with it but the parents would later rip it off them. I didn’t try dressing an adult. :p

Eventually, I was (one of the boys) tagging somebody by a door, when somebody tossed a jug of water through, almost splashing me, the boy got angry at this and charged through the door, which activated what happened with the old women, and soon after that I woke up. The old women were back on “earth” though, back in reality,

All this dreaming took the space of less than two hours. I loved it. I didn’t want to forget. I love my brain sometimes.

I’ll try properly this time. I’ll follow the naps as closely as I can and tape over my volume control again. Maybe I won’t be on such an adrenaline high the second time around.

And In the other experiment, one thing I have noticed about my hair is it takes absolutely forever to dry now. It’s not itchy or smelly or anything, it just stays damp for ages (I checked, it doesn’t smell of anything) It feels oily at the moment, but I had a shower an hour ago and it ALWAYS feels like that afterwards before it’s totally dried, even with shampoo and conditioner and who knows what else. When it’s dry, it’s not as dry and frizzy as it normally is, but it’s not yet as bad as I was expecting, it still looks normal.

It does seem to be tangling easier than normal though, normally I can go days and days without brushing it or anything and it still looks exactly the same, but now it seems to be knotting up at the back a bit if I neglect it for a day.