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Thursday June 2, 2015

Pizza In The UK

I was out someplace during the day in the UK. I was heading across the street to a sop that I noticed was a Pap John's! Papa John's in the UK? Awesome! I thought even as my shopping partner crossed the street with me. He was either Mark A. Sheppard or Crowley!

We were inside the shop now, standing at the counter, ordering our pizza!

Friday June 3, 2015

Ash the Cat

I woke up, feeling that feeling of something in my room. I was in the near dark, and I focused on Ash, the cat who was sleeping on my bed close to my head. A dark, grainy and shadowy funnel was coming out of the cat, the grainy stuff getting sucked inside Ash! When the stuff was all gone, that feeling vanished and Ash slept on and I soon went back to bed. 

raditus

Saturday June 4, 2015

Bedside

I was on my side, in the dark. Someone went to place their hand on my side and I intercepted them, grabbing their arm and hand gently. They spent some time holding my hand, and I took turns holding theirs, running my thumb across the back of it, feeling their knuckles and the backs of the bottoms of their fingers.

Btw, i do not share a bed with anyone, so it wasn't me holding anyone's hand for real in my sleep.

raditus

Sunday July 5, 2015

The Travel

I went oversees to Europe. I was in France or something and visited either a bookstore or Library and got a bunch of books. Soon, days or more later, I had to come back home. I almost left my bag filled with books, but went back and got it in the nick of time. At one point, I was crossing a busy city street and nearly got hit by a blue car.

Zorro: Out of The Window

I was suddenly finding myself in Los Angeles. I see the characters running around an interacting from the 90s Zorro TV show! I realize that I was in the Pueblo from there! I watch events and stuff happening around me even as I go around, living in the area temporarily, trying to fit in.

Later, due to cultural ignorance, I inadvertently tick off the then-in power Alcalde, Luis Ramone! I was in one of the building, a fairly large one, when it happened! He stalked after me, not yelling or anything, but I could tell he was angry! I back up, trying to talk him out of it, but he wasn't having it! At one point, I try a door in the place, but it was locked and I nearly got grabbed! I find a window and desperation made me think - Zorro does this regularly!

I climb out the open window, holding onto the sill with both hands, body dangling out the window into the Pueblo street below! Luis stares at me in complete shock, then yells in shock more than anything, "You're not Zorro!"

"Yeah? No (Crap), Sherlock!" I actually retort. He leaves the large room, presumably to get help to capture me from the outside!

I look down below me, see the ground car below me and notice that the ground below had some downtrodden hay scattered in the area. This is gonna hurt! I thought, screwing my eyes shut. And I didn't even get drunk first! I was gathering my courage, knowing the impact was going to be jarring on my legs, when I woke up.   

raditus

Wednesday July 8, 2015

Spaced

Earth itself was hurtling through space. It was leaving the Solar System at such speeds that everyone in a period of a few months watched at nighttime as planets would go slowly past us. At one point, people were flipping out that we were passing too close to the sun. I saw it was huge, red, but too dim.

It was Jupiter and really stupid people swore themselves silly that it was our sun!

Thursday July 9, 2015

The Bus

I was a long, nearly silent bus ride. Some people had gotten off the bus, even as I was on it. Josh, Toby and even maybe Jed from West Wing were the ones. I was sitting next to either Clark Gregg or Phil Coulson during the rest of the bus ride.

raditus

Sunday July 19, 2015

The Library

The Astral Library was under some kind of soft lock down. There was a guy there that was the spitting image (and audio) of Martin Sheen! He wasn't Martin Sheen because I asked him. 

Apparently, as the guy told me, a huge fight broke out between two groups of people earlier. He was visiting there too when it happened. he said others were as well, and when it broke out, they bailed. As a result of the fight, indefinitely, all the bookcases and books were hidden from view because they tried using the books to hurt each other.

I saw the actor Misha Collins appear. Not knowing if it was real deal or a construct of sorts, I told him that he wasn't dreaming, that he got there using astral. he asked what was the place, and so I told him. I also told him what the other guy told me.

Crowley showed up and even introduced himself as such. I think though, that it was a constructed made by myself because I equate Misha with Castiel from Supernatural, naturally. The look that Misha gave "Crowley" was priceless. He slowly turns his head, staring at Crowley. He had the most picturesque expression of shock, awe and horror!   

Some conversation came up between Crowley and I, and some knowldege he apparently had about one of my previous adventures came up.

"How do you know this?" I asked, shocked for a moment.

"Because I'm-" Crowley began, in his trademark arrogant way.

"Yeah, yeah, because you're 'The King of Hell!'" I cut him off, imitating his accent and arrogant way of speaking! Crowley is stunned into silence. Misha is staring at me like 'Are you Efffin nuts?!"  The Martin-Sheen like guy is no longer part of the group, he went off on his way to look for his information back just before Crowley showed up.

Misha and I get back to talking and he is interested in doing this type stuff, Astral, but never really had much luck with it before because he tries too hard or something. He remarks that I must have really cool adventures and I tell him I've been to both cool and scary places. I finish up with reminded him that he is not dreaming, we are having this conversation. He agree with me giving information that can verify it. 




raditus

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

IQ test

I was in some white place, some sort of institutional room. I was left alone to take some sort of test, IQ test I think. I got a high score Can't remember how high. A guy came in, dressed in a suit. I didn't tell him the truth about the high number, instead telling him a lower one.

I think my results I told him were starting not to pass the smell test, for he had me retake the test. The same results I got, and I lied to him again. For some reason, I knew if he found out about my high score, something bad would happen.

This happened again and again, the same man in the same suit kept coming in. HE was on his way to me once again when I finally woke up and clambered out of bed. 

raditus

Saturday July 25, 2015

Garfield, The Fight, And The Pancakes

I was back home, currently was staying at friend's house,. I was laying in my bed when I realized Garfield the car was laying down next to my head. My mom comes into the room, in a fit because someone ate syrup with our pancakes.

I get snotty and sarcastic and say to her, as she turns to leave the room to go up the hall "Oh, I guess whoever ate them were supposed to eat them dry, choking to death to suit you and make your lifelong dream finally come true."

raditus

Sunday July 26, 2015

The Ride And The Compliant At The Job Site

I rode somewhere for a long way, most likely based off my real life sojourn yesterday for 300 miles away from my starting point. The bus, didn't take one for my real trip, stopped at this historic little town square type thing. There was a university right inside this little place. The brickwork and the way most of the buildings were styled sharply reminded me of my town back home. We got off the bus and were taken through this little tour of that small area.

Can't remember much of the tour, it seemed like a hokey little cookie-cutter tour you remember seeing from TV shows and movies. One last part, this guy happened to be on the bus with the rest of us and he happened to grow up in this very same area. He added this bit of trivia that our tour guide either did not know or refused to share with us. he last part I remember him talking about was clearly about the University.

In the gist of his speech, "The University had rumors of being haunted." Even as he took his travel and shopping bags out of his seat to sit down, he added, "Most of the staff didn't like that stuff being leaked; It led to underemployment and then over-employment."

The only things I can think of is that the underemployment came from the people who took the rumor at face value and got scared of the possibility of ghosts running around the place. the Over-employment was probably from thrill seekers that only wanted the jobs at that Uni to encounters the ghosts. While this was cool that they might have "Got butts in the seats." it wouldn't be so good for people who desperately needed a job and would actually get the work, but couldn't get one as the jobs would be filled.

raditus

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Back Porch Freeze-Out

I went outside on my back porch. Hank Griffin, Nick Burkhardt and Sean Renard came out there with me. The day was cold and wintery. It was overcast, but no snow currently falling. It must have been a blizzard recently, for the branches of nearly every single tall tree on the property was covered with snow and ice!

The back porch was covered, except for the Witches Cauldron right smack-dab in middle of the porch! With this, seeing the brewing rotten mess inside that looked nearly like Frank and Beans, we all came to the conclusion that Adalind Schade was here very recently! 

Saturday August 15, 2015

Mouthing Off About Hairstyle

There was this big ship in outer space. I heard this one guy is dying on it, as he was attacked. I mounted a rescue attempt and got the guy out onto my ship/base. I got him into the medical wing and Zoe check him out and started getting him medical attention.

Later, I got into the large medical room to check up on the guy. From what I saw then, I figured what happened. The scary guy who'd nearly killed him was in the medical room. He'd already killed the guy Zoe and I rescued, evidently snapping his neck! He turns, faces me, and says some off colored comments, the last of which included Lube.

I stood defiantly in my B pose, cracking off with, "Oh, now I know how you get your hair styled so well!" I then made a reference to the Lube.

He was ballistic, charging at me, shouting and bellowing! I ran for it down the ship's corridors! I shut one of the huge doors, slowing him up in his chasing after me!

raditus

Wednesday August 19, 2015

The Author

I was suddenly in middle of my dream, not realizing it was a dream. I was in the woods, on a wide and well maintained path. This path was redolent of one of the stone paved streets off from Goldshire from World of Warcraft. The only difference was that it was less like and many more trees, many of them dang right near the path! There were some fences alongside the path. I walked down this road, taking in the scene. I come across this guy, he is having his foot up on top of the fence section, bent over. Something came loose on his boot and he is fixing it.

I stop right where I am on the path, in shock. I am still away off, but I recognize the clothes he is dressed in, recognize the man himself! Still in a heady form of shock and wonder, I step forward a few steps. I am going to totally spoil everything if I tell him anything!

However, I can't but help stammer out in shock and awe, almost as if I quite couldn't believe it myself.  "You're the Author!" Indeed, to all intents and purposes, it is the character from Once Upon A Time! At the same time, I realize that due to his attitude and behavior before with others, I could have placed myself in great harm. My surprised elation, however, overtook my caution!

The Author jerks his head suddenly over to my direction. His face is the epitome of shocked surprise, and not the elated variety I was feeling! The look was only momentary. His looked was masked by a look of resolved.

"No, I am not an Author," he replied, while still fiddling with his boot. "I am Issac." he added, turning his head again to look at me.

I nodded, as if agreeing that I was wrong. In my heart, in secret, I knew I was right. Issac was the Author's name! I dropped the subject however, not wanting to freak him out. I see that he is having trouble with his boot.

"You need help?" I ask.

"No," came the reply.

I nodded to myself once, then the dream went black.   

raditus

Thursday August 20, 2015

The Hannibal Zoo

There was old buildings, almost Italian, abound. This area, this huge area was just sidewalk, like a courtyard or something. It was daylight, seeming like a little after midday.

Some people came out of this building, with bags, alluding the fact that they have been shopping. The people were already talking as they are going past me. They seem like that are talking maybe French, maybe Italian. I stood by, no one noticing me. I stared hard at the woman, feeling a surge of both awe and horror! The woman, to all intents and purposes, looked like she was Bedelia Du Maurier from the Hannibal TV show1

The scene shifts, only to find myself march up to a large estate with a small group of people, Bedelia being one of them! We entered the place; it was huge and extravagant on the inside! The dining room had it's door opened and from what I saw it was expansive on the inside. The dining room table was expansive as well. A man was dressed up, walking around the table, setting the table for a huge meal. The man stopped what he was doing even as I stopped in my tracks to watch him. He stared me down, quite like a cat or other predator when they see something new and unusual for the first time. I stopped watching, walking on with more calm than I actually felt. The man was Hannibal Lecter!

Later, I find out the horrid truth; Hannibal has been luring people inside this massive estate to keep them each in separate rooms. One wall in each of these 'cells' has been completely replaced with large glass walls! It was like a zoo exhibit for the people he didn't cannibalize! I somehow got out of mine and came across another person' cell. I helped her sneak out, then the dream ended.

Thursday August 20, 2015

Lava and A Meteorite

On Earth, near San Francisco, a Meteor touched down. It came in at such speed that hit hit the water, went down and punched a hole right through to the Magma layer. There was a full on volcanic activity in San Fran, the lava coming out of the water! Lava was coming out across freeways, making people have horrible accidents as they either punched their brakes suddenly, or served trying to miss hitting the lava!

raditus

Saturday August 22, 2015

Horrible But Amazing

I did an AP to this other place I went to recently. Not the place, the business atmosphere I have usually been going to. I was in an expensive office. Modern architecture, and nearly all glass stuff. Nearly all of the vases and such were glass. Most of them see-through, some others still glass, nearly see through but other colors. There was a man, with tall and a wiry frame. He had an expensive suit. Him and I were talking to each other, but I was slightly wary of him as he was dangerous. I did not know much about this man, only that fact: Dangerous!

Another man came in before. This new man I knew slightly better than Mr. Dangerous. By reputation only though; I never had the time to actually meet this man and sit down and chat with him. A hard butt, but okay. Dangerous in his own way, but not like the other!

Dangerous tells me he is going to take the newest arrival. I thought most of that was going to be sex, so I got a little iffy about sticking around and seeing the personal moment. Dangerous tells me not to leave, that I should be honored to even be let to see what was going to happen.

Mr. Dangerous opens his mouth. A smoky, color mist stuff comes out. It acts like a tendril of thick smoke, but more than one tendril!  They are nearly wrapped around one another, heading a bee-line for the new guy! The new guys stands there, eying the stuff in horror. When the stuff gets at least three feet away, he bows over, gasping for air. He straightens up, still gasping like a fish. The same type of smoke comes from him, but a different glowing color./ The two smoke ropes clash, wrap around each other. It goes on like this for a few seconds more, then Mr. Dangerous recalls his mist backwards. It gets sucked all back up in him, even the new guy's mist! Nearly as soon as New Guy's mist is devoured, his body falls down, either knocked out or dead.

I stand there, rooted between shock, awe and horror and the guy collapsing! After awhile, Dangerous opens his mouth back up. He slowly ejects New Guy's mist. Instead of going back to it's body, it falls down on the floor not even three feet away from Dangerous. To my astonishment, it forms into a complete copy of New Guy, down to what he was last wearing! Dangerous calls his assistant in to escort New Guy away, to get him oriented, also to clean up the corpse./

"What is going to happen with his . . . other body? What will your aide do with it?" I ask.

"Burn it." Dangerous replied. 

raditus

August 24, 2015

Beside Troubles

I woke up in a room in another house. In my original house, I don't have a window that is right across from me. This new window was, and plus had about five feet foot space between that side of the bed and it. It was also dead bang on lined up for the most part with the head of the bed. My window back home is not straight across from where I put my head down on my bed. It is father down, stopping just after the foot part of my bed. My real window is just a square, plain affair. This new window could be akin to a Bay Window.

Instantly, when I opened my eyes in this darkened strange room, I saw that there was this man standing a little ways away away from the window, meaning he was not having back up completely against it. The man was old looking, maybe seventy or so and looking right at me! As soon as I registered the fact that this somehow menacing man is suddenly there, someone quickly rushes at the guy pushing him back towards the window sharply. One instant, they push him back; the next, he fall down like a tons of bricks!

I leap out of the bed and rush over to see what happened. Where the two men pushed him, there was this sharp and thick nail jutting out one of the parts of window frame. This is were the guy struck back-first, impaling the back of his neck at the base of his skull! Apparently, this guaranteed a quick and soundless death!

The two people that rushed and attacked the man in this manner were Chaz and John Constantine, the TV show versions! The reason I got before I woke up why the killed the guy was that he was really a spirit dude that meant no good whatsoever. 

raditus

August 27, 2015

The Sword of Azor Ahai

I went somewhere with my family. A very large trove of things had been left to us, so we went to claim them.

It was huge, filled with miscellaneous things. One thing that caught my eye was this huge sword. It's wasn't huge in the way it had a thick blade, but the whole thing was long and sort of skinny. It seemed way better make and materials than my real life Master Sword replica. I immediately called dibs on it to the rest of my family! The sheath wasn't like the mass produced affair on my other sword; this was a proper sheath with burnished leather and furs! It even had the strap loops used for holding it on a belt or something!

I cradled it as I carried it back to the vehicle, as I didn't have anywhere on me at the time to belt it to my side. It felt warm, surprisingly warm! Not like just warm from storage or even the furs; like this sword had been set in the same room as a roaring fire and had sucked in the residual heat! No matter how long I held it, the sword and sheath's heat never abated! The heat was easier felt, as at that day, it was either late September or October.

Later, maybe days or months, my family gets a knock on their door. I am called forward by my mom, who says it's for me. This lady is asking about me, and a sword I have obtained. She looks like the Red woman from Game of Thrones, but I am thinking,  Nah; that would be nuts! I go fetch it, the heat still in it. I draw it out of the sheath, showing her. I do some fancy moves that I have been able to do with my other one. Nothing too fancy, just a few twirls. She looks mildly surprised. I let her know about the comfortable warmth that never went away, and by this time she is outright shocked. She demands at that point, that I must travel with her, that it was unusual that I was a female and able to wield it. I kind of get mad, thinking, what, and a woman can't hold sword – wth? It was to be a long road trip – just her and me. My parents somehow agree and we leave. Some nonsense images and dialogue at this point, dealing with strictly road-trip stuff.

Later, and I'm talking much later, we end up out in the middle of nowhere. It is very cold, snow piled up, and snowflakes even gently falling down around us. The sword is strapped to my side. Not really keeping me warm unless I unsheathe it, but the woman doesn't want me to, yet. We get to this small, half done it ruins that seemed to have, at least at one time, been part of a much bigger place.

A decent sized fire was going, and someone was walking around, getting stuff done.  We came up to midway to their back, the woman veering off, seemingly parting ways. I unsheathed the sword, the warmth fully felt now, doing the moves that I had done at the house to show the lady the sword. The figure slowly turned around in a way that said, What now? I've got work to do.

I stopped in shock, but not before he saw me do the last part of the moves.  The guy was Stannis Baratheon, TV version, in his armor and cloak! He stared at me in shock as well, but more because of my sword. I gawped in shock and growing dread, it dawning on me that maybe I shouldn't have gone with the lady far from home! Stannis was supposed to have freaking died!

"How did you get my sword?" He demanded sharply, and not-to happy.

I stammered to him about the sword being 'left-behind' in some inheritance things that were left to my family. The lady showed up sometime after, and took an interest because the sword is always warm to my touch. Soon, he was talking about Azor Ahai. Apparently, that used to be Stannis' sword!

When the lady isn't paying attention, he comes nearly Listerine close to me, kneeling down slightly so he could be level with my five foot frame. He tells me quickly, and in no uncertain terms that I cannot trust Melisandre!

Later, it seems though that his advice kind of went unheeded. I wasn't buddy-buddy with her, but she started training me in some things, such as how to channel the powers of Azor Ahai or something. I even, once to test an experiment, managed to fire a laser-like projection from the sword like Link from Legend of Zelda. Melisandre was stunned in awe. She walked away to try to find out what happened, and Stannis walked up to me, not happy I did that.

My training was done for that phase apparently, because Melisandre and I were on the bus home with the sword.

raditus

August 28, 2015

Paperwork

I and a bunch of other people were in some kind of institution that reminded me sharply of a school. Part of that was the fact that in some of the parts of the place were scores of little lockers set into walls – just like as it was at my Middle School! There was this huge room with tables resembling the old lab tables from my childhood. People were in there, sitting down, some with their bags and other not. Nearly each person had a stack of at least two papers in front of them, filling stuff out in pencil. My rl best friend Cheryl was there too, so I quickly took up the empty next to her. As we filled in the paperwork, we talked quietly, trying to find out what was going on. I was sort of tense, scoping out further information on my surroundings. The doorway to the large room was wide, very wide. There was nothing resembling a main person's desk. Instead, there was a large desk right outside the doorway, off to the left if you were inside looking out. However, the desk was not that far over, so you could still see the two people and they could see you clearly if they turned around. This desk was made in such a way that it was like two desks built into one unit, a little clear riot like visor on the front.

The first person was a tall woman who I supposedly knew real well. She was a good person. There was supposed to be someone else I vaguely knew, but he wasn't here, someone else was substituting for him. The instant I processed who it was, I stopped short, instantly feeling myself start my pre-flipping out and not in a nice way. I stopped, stocked-still and was forcing myself not to. I only got the one glimpse of the guy sitting at his spot at the unit. When I walked past the  unit on my way into the room, making my body relax so I wouldn't be tense – a fact that I was sure he would pick up on!

The substitute was Roan, from Nikita!

I realized, with a rush of fresh fear, that Roan could have very well bumped the previous dude off! I knew, even as I returned to Cheryl, filling out the paperwork, that if Roan even  suspected that I had an inkling of who he was, I'd be dead as a door nail! Plus, he'd have to 'take care' of anyone else in the room, even Cheryl! I sit there, getting back to filling my work out. I am fairly distracted now, taking quick breaks to stare at Roan. The way the seating for the two people was such that they kind of sat at an angle, so we were looking at most of their back but we also could see a little bit of their facial profile. I stared hard, mentally noting that Roan even had his black glasses on. I always, irl thought Roan was hot and thanked god that he didn't turn around fully in his chair to catch me staring at him!   

The paperwork was some kind of thing we had to fill in to 'get in' to somewhere.  If it was best, then only a few people would be chosen. It tucked that we had to write it by pencil. My actual handwriting is sloppy, so I have to take my time when doing this so to make my writing neater. Cheryl and I talk again, but I keep all mentions of Roan or the substitute situations quiet and to myself. Cheryl notices the new guy, but doesn't mention it which is the way I am comfortable with.

I have to sign my name, first and last, throughout this document, but sometimes I get rushed and mess up, making some letters of my name sloppy. I use a gift which I seem have been able to move my hand in an arch movement towards a target and make things happen. In this instance, I do this, but limit the hand movement to a very small one. That one letter I messed up on pops off the paper. By popped off, I meant that the letter vanished suddenly and quietly, quite like it was connected to a light switch and someone popped the power to off.  This left no evidence that that letter was ever written down, and thus I rewrote it correctly.

I had to do this a couple of more times. Cheryl saw me do this, but said nothing to no-one. Each time I do it, I couldn't help but glance over towards Roan to make sure he didn't see it happen. I don't know how Cleaners of Division react to superpowers, but I figured on there being no small freak out!

A lot of people get done and pack their things up, turn the thing up to the woman who is now sitting next to Roan and then they leave. I am close to getting mine done. Cheryl gets done and leaves, saying she'll call me later on the phone when  we get home. Some more people leave, but I decided I needed a proper break. I leave the room, do bathroom break and come back.

Down the hall, I meet the woman. We have a friendly conversation. She is leaving for the day, and my papers needed to be turned in my the end of the entire day. She tells me when I get done, just to turn them into Roan. But she didn't use his real name, she used Gus. When she said his 'name', he glanced up quickly, ascertained he wasn't being called over, then went back to whatever work he was doing. I knew straight away Gus was the name cover, that it was still Roan – and of course she didn't know any of it!

"Good bye and good luck!' She calls out even as she walks away down the hall the other way.

"Thanks, and have a great day!" I call out amiably.

Just before I reach the inside of the room, I hear her voice call out, even further away, "You too!"

I am sitting back down in my spot, marveling how this Roan weirdness today didn't ruin the friendly attitude between the woman and I! I got back to work, a slow buy steady pit of dread forming in my guts. I had to get this done by today. Which meant I had to go up to Roan and turn it in. Which meant he might be able to see how tense I was!

Another problem; I couldn't rush, but by the rate the last few people were finishing, turning in their things and leaving, I would be the last person to turn the thing in. Meaning, I would effectively be alone with Roan! That prospect terrified me deep down in a primal sensation. I was more afraid of ending up dead of really anything else. The dream faded slowly even as I finished up the last of my work.

raditus

August 31, 2015

West Wing

I was at some gathering with many of people. I move slightly up ahead and off to the side. I was watching, then gaped in open amazement as I realized who was speaking.

"Jed Bartlet?" I ask in awe. He turns, sees that someone is recognizing him, then absolutely beams, then waves! I return the wave. His presentation continues and I stay and watch.

Later, I am in a large cafeteria, up at the line, grabbing some food. I am chatting away to CJ and Toby as we all are getting out food. The dream ends.

Who's In The School?

I had to escort a frantic kid around the school at the end of the school day. Something happened earlier in which I found out that Doctor 12)and Clara were at the school. He was a substitute teach and Clara the class assistant.  It happened to be this classroom that the kid was nearly getting into tears about.

What the kid's back story was that she already got permission from her parents, her best friend's parents and the school authority that she could ride to her best friend's house on the friend's bus. What happened is that morning, she went on her first ever period. Her parents made sure that she had a 'survival pack' with feminine stuff to take to her friends house. Somehow, during her last class, the care package came out of her backpack and it got lost in the classroom! We were looking for this classroom, that was supposed to have The Doctor and Clara in it. I can't find it, and the buses are already lining up outside for the end of the day.

"My parents are gonna kill me!" She wined.

I found this one class, asked the teacher inside where the other room was. In the dream, the Doctor coincidentally used the last name Capaldi as his alias. The teach gets really snotty and stated in such a way, "Gee, Let me guess, I believe he would be in the classroom, that's you know, between two classrooms. You know, just that spot. Probably got a filter or something going?"

I rolled my eyes, stating the the girl even as I ushered her out of that room, "Come on, he's useless."

We were still lost, then I woke up.

raditus

September 1, 2015

Victor Versus Roan

I spent all day, waking day watching Nikita episodes. I found out beforehand that  there was this character named Victor, played by Harvey Keitel, who had nearly the same job to do as Roan The Cleaner from Nikita.

I had a dream this morning that I was on a train, being hunted by Roan. I ducked  inside someone's 'room' so that hopefully Roan would pass by and I could slip out when he passed, backtracking the way he came. I kept the door halfway open to the passage so I could see if he passed by. Three other people were sitting in the room. They stared hard at me when I flattened myself against the wall near the now opened door. Two of them, of what quick looks I got of them, were strangers.  The third, I kind of give myself a small shake when I think recognize him; it looked exactly like Victor The Cleaner!

At that instant, Roan was patrolling down this very same car. In my mind's eye and because the strangeness of dreams, I could 'see' Roan through the wall, some type of gun, creeping along! I nearly needed a new change of pants when I realized the gun was a tranquilizer gun! Roan was under orders to capture me, alive!

He was almost to the door, not once looking over or showing interest in the half-opened door! "Come out, come out, where ever you are." Roan actually verbalized, taunting me!

I went back to quietly and silently flattening myself back completely against the wall. From the tree, it seemed as if they heard the creeper in the hall taunt me! Victor looked right at me, coking his head silently, kind of like a quizzical dog! I just closed my eyes, hoping that now there wouldn't be two cleaners after me! Roan might not have the go-ahead to kill me, but Victor might decide things are getting dicey and kill the both of us!
I heard Roan's taunt father down the 'hall' and could no longer 'dream-see' him. This meant he was no longer in very close range! I barreled around the corner, out into the hall and purposefully went the other way!

I heard a boisterous, "Hey!" I whirled around, seeing 'Victor' was the one who called out, to me! Roan was father back and he too suddenly turned around. He saw me, his eyes going wide behind his glasses! He started charging down my way, acutally pushing people rudely out of the way! I ran the oppiste way, also pushing people. I made it out of the car, not hesistating to jump off the train!

I ran a few feet into some bushes, and the train was comping to a stop. Roan came  out and also jumped off! Victor, having taken advantage of the stopping train, jumped out from the next car down! Victor was focused on Roan, however, sneaking up. Soon Victor was taking shots at Roan!

I was still hidden in the same bushes, watching the entire firefight done completely  with silenced guns! Roan and Victor can't seem to shoot one another, each of of them managing to take cover. They both run out of ammo and soon, Roan bellows in anger, sounding like a wounded bull! They get into a tussle and I soon see Roan yank out his Karambit blade.

I see Roan go to work, using nearly the same fighting style he actually used with it in an episode. I wasn't that close, so I didn't get to see the actual wounding he gave Victor. I saw blood flipping out quickly, Victor, slumping over, dead!

I throw my hands up to the mouth, bellowing into them in horror, upon realizing that I effectively had gotten another man killed! Roan quickly rubbernecks, trying to find the source of the sound. The dream ends before he can find me.

raditus

September 4, 2015

Shootout

The Killjoys from the TV show landed on Earth with Lucy, their ship. Sam and Dean Winchester saw them, then they all started shooting at each other. Sam and Dean thought, rather erroneously, that these Aliens were what came to Earth after the darkness hit! Somehow, Sam slowly realized that the three were not what the brothers thought they were.

Even as the shootout was happens, Sam shouted out, "Dean, we have to stop!"

"Can't do that Sammy!" Dean barked in reply. "Kind of busy trying not to get killed!"

Eventually, both sides stopped firing at each other, when the Killjoys realized that the two guys only fired on them from a misunderstanding.

(This whole thing was because my sister told me something about the upcoming Supernatural season about an Alien or something. Killjoys and Supernatural just wrapped into one.)

raditus

September 5, 2015

Night-time Escape

It was at night, but it was kind of more like late dusk. I was in a car with someone, but I didn't see who. We had just pulled down of this parking lot of a shopping center when the driver noticed someone was trying to chase us in a car – a car chase!

We drove fast, the parking lot on one side of us and trees close in on the other side. The trees on our right side was more akin to the barrier of trees that sometimes you find on the roads that are two roads that are completely parallel to each other. The trees were so thick that you hardly could see them in the day, this I knew from sudden dream knowledge, and even much less in the dusk! I saw though, beams of lights through these woods  - another car that was very fast, trying to patch our speed! They seemed to be slowly winning!

"They're still back there, we haven't lost them!" I bark out to the driver. He asked something quickly and I replied with, "No, they're still gaining!"

We cranked up the speed, blasting down the winding, dark road. I would have to answer the driver's questions, hurriedly snapping out what turns or other roads I thought were coming up.

Suddenly, the scene shifted dramatically, as did the 'graphics' of the dream. In now has the top down graphics of a game. One road we turned on to hastily road. It ended quickly at a ravine that neither of us knew about. There was some bridge we rammed up on. We came at it in such an angel that the SUV we were in flew up in the air and came down just as sharply. We bashed on some boulders that were around this bridge.  When we came down on these, the whole car blew up in a spectacular display of fire balls, spewing parts of the SUV everywhere! This death scene replays three times then stops.

"What the hell?" I mutter. It turns out the whole time, I wasn't in any car; I was standing around, playing an arcade game! "Man, I have to do that all over again!" I whined.

raditus

September 6, 2015

The Back Yard

I was running through my very large backyard. I was running diagonally, seemingly heading to the corner of the woods that let to a mini path. In this short, wide area that led from the back part of yard had a travel trailer and some little odds in ends IRL. It has long since been cleared as well. In my dream, I am frantically running across the lawn, shouting for my father, frantic trying to find him.

"I'm over here, girl!" I heard my father's shouted, cheery reply. His voice sounded like it was coming from the woods near the start of the clearing, and not the short clearing itself. Girl was his name for me, just as Pumpkin might be to other children to other parents. Even as I am running, tears starting in the corner of my eyes, and feeling a sense of slowly gathering dread, because far off behind me, in the sky, I start to hear the faraway sounds of propellers!  "What's wrong girl?"

raditus

September 12, 2015

I Am Terrified That Certain People Will Find Out

It first started off in my house. I am in my living room and some sofa, a proper one, is on the same side that we have the windows. Both windows were closed, the drapes closed tightly. I was with someone on the couch, having sex with this man. I do not see his face, however as he is behind me but have a massive 'suspicion' on who it is. My 'suspicion' is based on my guilt, on me having to look up frantically towards the kitchen doorway and the hallway opening, terrified that a certain group/team of people will blunder in, catch us in the act, and know I've been seeing this man – a man who they ALL hate!

The scene shifts, as do my surroundings. This time, I am in a multi-room place. There is this very long hallway, wide and that ends in another large viewing like room, and at a very large window. These whole bank of windows at the other end make the whole place light up in the hall with sunlight. Each room is about the size of my room, with doors that lock. Inside the rooms is a very strict, modest affair. There are no decorations of any kind, and no cabinets of any kind. The only thing that is in there is a spartan, cot-like bed, each flush against the same direction of wall, across from the door, but angled in such a way that the room layout, including the door is very reminiscent of many trips I took that led to me making 'friends' with that certain group of people, including being in a strange relationship with the guy they all hated!

One room I went in, straight in and shut the door behind me. That guy was on there, already on the bed. We got right into intimate stuff again. I was still spooked, however, on our relationship being found out!

"If it bothers you that much," He began. "Then get up and lock the door."

I got up, hurrying towards the door. I had just locked it when I woke up!

raditus

September 16, 2015

The Kick

I had Ap'ed to an area in Wyoming. Two spirits, already dead and not anyone doing AP, were being bullied and harassed by another spirit, bur this guy was so powerful he might have been another AP person who liked bullying others.

The town it was set in, this bully would patrol around randomly. If he got word that there was any 'fresh meat', aka newcomers, he woould hunt them down and terrorize them. I got 'hunted' by him within mere moments of my arrival. I ditched him and found this other guy. He was nice and claimed he knew the patrolling man. He said there was this large house where this old guy was completely dead, but was a true spirit.

I made my way and indeed, the spirit was in the house. This guy was mostly see-through, and sometimes you couldn't see him at all, except using the sides of your 'eyesight'. We managed to talk and he allied himself with me temporarily. We found his son, who was also in the same state like his father. The bully and my team found each other at the same time.

There was a huge show-down, and the bully had no choice but to flee. My team and I thanked each other and said our goodbyes.

# # #

In my next dream, I visited someone named Khlyen. In other dreams, we've met each other before, but has to keep our meetings secret. This is because he ticked off a bunch of people whom I also talk with. If they find out, I can imagine they'll be super mad at me and never talk to me again. Not to mention there is another guy who wanted me to spy on Khlyen and I told him where to get off the first time he broached the idea to me.  ever since then, in my dreams, he would try to find ways to irritate me to get me in serious trouble. The guy who has it in for me is in a position of authority, so I have no help and have to take his sarcastic, caustic attitude.

# # # 

This happened when I was on the cusp from sleep, but still half-way astral.

It was in the dark of my room. I was laying there, awoken suddenly. At the same time I felt someone standing over my bedside. As soon as, and I mean at least a nanosecond of me feeling this, I made my astral legs pop out of my physical body, lashing out in some version of a martial arts kick. Next thing I know my astral legs actually connect with a mass! At the same time, there came grunt of pain, a man's grunt, then I got the sense that the person by my bed was sent flying sideways across my room by my kick, through my wall and never came back. At the same time of the kick and the grunt, there was a flash of forked lightning things across my field of vision, behind my closed eyes.

Immediately after the incident, my lower half fully reintegrated back into my physical body and I went back to full-sleep. 


raditus

September 18, 2015

Night Out Leads To Territory Dispute

I met up with Roan from Nikita. He didn't kill me or anyone else I knew, but it seemed like he was determined to spend time with me. This didn't seem like anything intimate, but it seemed like maybe he was given a mission from Division to protect me. The downside? He wouldn't let me leave his side whenever I had to go out into the public. Also, he really wanted to teach me different things, like how to use a cellphone that was out of battery power, or how to poison someone that attacks you and is your proven enemy! Once, my own mother had to be dropped off at our town's courthouse at night. Roan was driving his car. I was in the backseat, she was in the passenger seat. He dropped her off and she said she could catch the night bus home. He didn't say yes or no and he drove off.

Later, Roan and I are back at the house. I am in the bathroom, actually using the toilet. I hear, somehow, my best friend's grandfather clock start chiming off the the hours! The bathroom door opens, and Roan walks right in the bathroom! He doesn't look at me, just stands at the sink next to the bowel, cleaning up - like co-using bathrooms is normal for this guy! Meanwhile, I am still sitting down, taking the sound of the clock in, which still hasn't ended.

"Is something wrong?" Roan asks. I guess he notices me acting like I am listening to something.

"I hear a grandfather clock that sounds like my best friend's."

He lifts his head slightly, seemingly try to hear it. "Hm," He remarks, then gets back to getting ready. I do not know if he hears it.

As the bell continues to toll, I feel funny. Like something sinister is coming up at me, my arms feeling quiet funny, like the same something is getting ready to grab me! I shoot a panicked look over to Roan, but he seems oblivious. The tolling stops, and so does the creepy feelings.

Roan and I are back in the car, this time me being in the front with him. We drive past the courthouse to see if mom is done, but she is not. We come home, Roan going straight to the back bedrooms. I am left in the living room, which has it's light on. I need an item that is across the room, nearly on the  floor. I go past this one area and look down. On the floor, in midst of stuff my family has to move around for possible moving irl, id my friend Cheryl! She is sleeping. She starts to stir as I step softly past her.

"Go back to sleep, Cheryl." I whispered, terrified that Roan will come down the hall just as she'll open her eyes. I know what kind of stuff he'll do if he believes someone has seen too much and I do not want my friend dead! " For the love of God, go back to sleep!"

Later, Cheryl is gone and I go to the front door because I hear something outside. I open the door into the night air. I hear a helicopter far off, but I get the sense something really bad is outside, and how this house in it's targets! I slam the door closed and back up quickly. The white little curtain hanging up in the small window next to the door suddenly gets a mind of it own! It lashes out, blocking the door from closing. At first, I don't realize what's happening, thinking maybe it accidentally got snagged in the door! I pull it free, trying to close the door again. This time it happens, again, this time wrapping around my waist, holding me close to the open door like a person would do!

I freak out, twirling around and away from the door suddenly, hearing a loud RIP! I tear down the hall, knowing that whatever is out there will come into the house! A long strip of curtain is stuck to my arms, mindlessly flopping, trying to wrap gently around my arm! I tear into my room, to get Roan to protect me, knowing he'll be able to to!

"Roan! Get up Help me!" I all but yell. Roan is on my bed, reclined back, chilling and reading his messages on his phone. At my yell, he looks alarmed and starts to get off the bed quickly.

"Mindy, what's wrong?" Irl, I get so freaked out, I start holding it in, shutting down in communication. Roan must have spent an already huge amount of time with me, because he seemed to know when I was breaking down. "Mindy, tell me. Now's not the time to hold it in."

"Something's happening! I start to get freaked out even more, because I could feel that the thing entered the house and already was coming down the hall! I run to my door and go to slam it.

"What's happening?" I hear Roan ask.

There was something invisible there, it was too late. It was likened to a wind, slamming my door back open. Roan just stood there, next to my bed, staring agape like an idiot because he'd seen the door bounced open, like it struck something! I dodged backwards, even further into my room.  I was only half-right, the thing being sort of able to be seen. I saw only a bit of mouth on the thing. I was thinking that if Roan got into it with it, it would feel true pain and get kicked up one wall and down another! It stops, twists what would pass for its head over in Roan's direction. I know the thing can see him.

It makes a sound, a sound of derision, like Roan was weak and would not be able to stop it! It then speaks loudly, snarling out in this scary voice. The voice sounded like  a mix between a wild beast and wolves. It reminds me sharply of that time that dream about the spooky creature that confronted me in my basement and said it actually wanted me! But this thing sounded like it was actually ticked off!

"SHE IS MINE!"

raditus

September 20, 2015

Another Conglomerate

A man was lying down on his bed an his dim room. Suddenly, he grows a bunch of hair everywhere and looks like weird. He stumbled around, out of his house and people are like WTF.

# # #

Nick Burkhardt from Grimm: He had to go track down Wesen acting badly. I was with him. We were in broad daylight, in town proper of my town!

"We got to make sure they don't catch us, that group of Blutbaden." I made mention.

"Good idea," Nick muttered as he holtsered his gun, upping his walking past, walking past me. 

Later, Nick got in a fight with the Wesen group he was tracking. Nick was killed.

! ! !

I started experimenting with Calea Zacatechici, not for any buzz, but to see if I could incorporate it with many of my occult workings, as I have never tried this before.

raditus

September 21, 2015

Buses, Trains And Teleportation

It was daylight. There was many people milling about near many train cars. I  picked a train, entering one of the cars. I had to wait in line, but once I got inside, I went from car-to-car, even entering the car that usually has dining on it. It was this place that I saw the Khlyen was stalking towards me! He was wearing his fancy black clothes, the reverse apron, and the black outer-coat! He eyed me with this victorious look that made my bowels nearly turn to water!

He was on the other side of the dining car, walking slowly, arrogantly towards me. I knew it was a bad idea to let Khlyen catch up to me! I whirled around, darting forward, pushing past many people in the same car. I got out to the next car. Luckily, it was not lined up with people at the entrance. I was able to stand in the doorway of the next car and turn around. The door of the previous car was wide open and no one was in the way. I got full view of Khlyen, walking with sturdy, sure steps after me! He also got full view of me, smirking – the victorious look across his face making him look downright evil! This reaffirmed the fact that I could not let Khlyen catch up to me at all! 

The scene shifts and I am father down the train line, somehow having miraculously not been caught by Khlyen! I see my dad, who had been dead for some time now, walking along the way I had been. He was wearing his nice work-shoes, his dark brown pants and his lighter colored belt! His shirt was one of his nick, dark gray work shirts. The work shirt and pants were all an ensemble he had to wear when he used to work in our hospital's local Stockroom.

I just stop and look on agape in amazement, also having to weave and step because now there are many people. I go to walk towards him, which I see Khlyen walking right next to him, his six foot frame towering next to my dad's 5.4 frame!

Khlyen is no longer 'stomping' after me, but seemingly in okay conversation with my father. I do not know what lies Khlyen told him as to why he was seeking me out, but the evil victory look is gone. Instead, he looks amicable towards my father. I feel kind of jealous, wishing I could have a civil conversation with Khlyen and not have to be terrified of the victorious, desirous look that he gave me when 'chasing' me down!

My dad gives his little, embarrassed laughter which I remember so well from when he was alive. "I don't where she's gone off to." I hear him remark to Khlyen. "I'm sure she wasn't being rude. She and nearly the rest of my family are extremely shy."

I feel down, knowing for sure now that I can never announce myself to my dad, he'll 'turn me in' to Khlyen! I turn back around and continue my train car-to-train car sojourn! At one car, I chance look behind me. Many people are filing into the previous car behind me. One is my father, I see just a hint of his work shirt.  I don't go to him, knowing that Khlyen might be sneaking behind him, using him has unwitting bait!

At this point, I was able to recall Zoe from her mission I accidentally left her in on the Astral into my dream! I had her on default stealth-mode on her mission, meaning that nobody but me could see her or hear her. Normally, we communicate through our Human/watcher link, sending thought-dialogue to one another when any others are around. This is to prevent me from looking 'kooky' when I am, to all intents and purposes, 'talking to myself' But this time, we opt for completely verbal, as there are so many people around us anyway that they wouldn't be able to pinpoint who I was speaking to! One last time, through the link, I let her know a quick run-down about Khlyen and what was happening.

"That really sounds bad." She replied. 

"Yeah, but I don't want Khlyen finding you out, for sure." I mutter. I happened to turn around and see Khlyen, far back inside the car, eyeing me like prime rib again! ^Stay cloaked, Zo. I need your help, I can't outrun this #$@$!"^

^I can teleport you within short distance so there's minimal recovery you have to do.^ She replied. We resorted to mind-talk again so Khlyen wouldn't even be able to hear anything of our plan, or find out my 'powers'! I know what she means. Short-distance Watcher teleportation makes me a bit staggered, but long distance, 100 miles or more and even in astral I get staggered like I am hammered by drink! I can't afford to be down and out and have Khlyen snatch me! ^You'll have to get out of sight or he'll see you vanish!^

I see him getting closer and closer, walking in that way he was doing, because he was so sure he'd be able to catch me! I used a sudden influx of a bank of people to duck out of his sight, Zoe doing as promised. I wasn't much farther ahead, but saved loads of time by not having to push over people. We have to do this many more times, each time a short distance away from the previous. The dream ends even as Zoe is still teleporting me everywhere.

The Undercover Hitchhiker

I am at my house, at night, in my yard. It was a bit chilly in the air – maybe late Autumn. I am dressed up very warmly, with a backpack strapped to my back. The backstory, this dream-knowledge I get sometimes when 'landing feet first' in midst of an already unfolding adventure, is that there have been a spate of kidnappings at night in my town. The people being kidnapped were all  teenagers running away from home. The common link between them was that they apparently were all seen trying to hitchhiking out of town!

Since some people told me before, irl, that I looked a bit younger than my actual years, I was going undercover, by myself, to pose as a 'teenager' hitchhiker, on this very night. Zoe was there, walking up next to me.

"It's two fifty five." She verbally told me the time of night. "Nearly three in the morning; We waited too late tonight. The kidnapper is most likely holed up, sleeping. We can try again some other time." Her and I were in my backyard, Hum and and Watcher, looking up at the night sky. "I got word that some detective is coming from out of town to help the cops."

"Maybe." I replied. "But I want to be able to approach this guy and give him answers to help him."
We suddenly heard some far off, approaching up in the air that seemed like it was a helicopter. It sounded off though, like a loud muted next of hornets. Like fifty entire swarms had been dunked into a deep pool and you couldn't still hear the noise! A swarm of helicopter lights were flashing through a bank of trees, but were moving as one!

"What the Hell is that?" I demanded.

"I do not know." Zoe replied. "But maybe we should go back in the house until it goes away."

"Good idea." I mutter, us doing exactly that. I have to use my parent's bathroom five minutes later. As I am going into the bathroom, Zoe following me, we heard it through the walls, circling around and coming back!

"Maybe whomever is flying them heard our plan." Zoe comments.

"It has to be that." I reply before waking up.