I had a dream about my teacher again. I don't know why he's stuck in my head. I suppose he is kind of cute.
Anyway, in this dream we had just gotten out of class and as I was leaving he took me aside and started kissing my neck and stuff. Of course, it was very enjoyable, but it felt like it had been going on for a little bit. Like this wasn't the first time. I kept telling him he needed to be careful because we could both get into a lot of trouble, not to mention, he could lose his job.
He really didn't seem to care and kept touching me. Ahhh... thinking about it now... sorta gives me butterflies. I need to stop thinking about how cute my teacher is. If he keeps getting into my dreams I'm afraid it's going to be really weird in class for me the next couple of months.
lol I feel so badddd. I suppose every married woman has a fantasy, right? It's just a matter of not actually trying to make it happen. That would end up very embarrassing, I'm sure. Luckily, I'm not in highschool anymore and I know it's just my own imagination. I don't think this is a bad thing, since I know better than to believe it to come true.
Needless to say, it was a nice dream. I do feel a bit guilty, but hey, I wasn't lucid.... >.> right?
I fell asleep at 4am and dreamed about The Sims and one of my professors. (I'd seen this professor the other day around town and said hi, remembering that spring break is over and I go back tomorrow ). So I had gone back to class and he was trying this new thing. He wanted us to play The Sims and create ourselves or something. A starter house.
I remember thinking, really? I've been playing this game for 12 years and you want us to play the original version. (I really have been playing that long, I just counted it up and Wow, I'm a loser. lol) Anyway, in the dream I was all big-headed and knew I would be the best player there. lol. I realize how silly that sounds, but I was really excited to show my "simmin'" skills.
So I play for a little bit and remember thinking how weird the first game was since I've been playing the third for so long now. So simple and I really might as well go make myself a paper doll house and put on a pretty pink school girl dress.
So I'm sitting at this computer for a while and I'm looking around at other people playing the game. Their screens look different than mine and not in any physical way in how they appeared, but they seemed different, brighter and more new than mine. Still, not in appearance, I guess in my head.
I don't know, dreams are so weird.
Anyway, a few people start getting up and leaving and my professor is telling them goodbye, see ya thursday. I get up and say, wow, is it time to leave already? I start grabbing my things and realize that a few students had stayed and were sitting in a circular group on the floor in the middle of the room. My professor was with them and they had looked at me when I spoke. I saw that the clock on the wall read 5:42, but it wasn't a digital clock or anything so it looked a lot bigger than usual and it's a fuzzy picture, but hey, I knew the time. I realized we still had another 45 minutes of class left.
I asked him if we could go and he said yea, that's fine. I turn to leave but I notice the look on my professor's face. His eyes are bright and he's smiling at me. I stop and say, well, I guess I can hang out with you guys for a bit. I go to join the group and wake up at 6am with my son in his bed, ready to eat some breakfast.
I was actually enjoying the dream. So I was little upset to wake up from it. I really don't know why, it wasn't anything spectacular. Sometimes good dreams don't even seem all that great when you're in them, but when you wake up, you realize you were having a good time.
I need to quit playing The Sims, but they do have an interesting way of working into your dreams. When I was 12 or so my aunt had the game at her house and we didn't have a computer. I'd stay with her for a week or so every now and then and I remember getting really hooked on that game. She'd let me stay up all night and play it.
When I had gone home the next few weeks I kept having dreams about playing. I remember even at 12 that playing in the dream was a lot more fun than in real life. I knew I could do so much more with it in my dream. Interestingly enough, that's around the same time I had my first lucid dream.
When I recall the dreams I had about The Sims back then, I think I might've been lucid in a few of those. Of course, definitely not realizing what it was or how important it would be to me later on in life.
I can't remember too much.
I was walking around a grocery store in nothing but a towel. I heard the name of the store several times but it's nothing I can remember, and it was a really long name for a grocery store. I saw a sign on the wall that said they were hiring. When the manager saw me he was shocked to see me in a towel, but he anxiously walked over to a box where applicants would put their apps. He was asking me if I had applied and I said no. I asked him how many people he was hiring and he told me two. He told me he just needed people to do prep work. I saw that he had already had two apps in so I just shrugged, "I don't really need a job, sorry." I said.
Then I walked around the store some more, but I don't remember much of the detail. I grabbed a fresh onion and started eating it in the store. Nobody cared. On my way out to leave, I recognized the produce boy as this guy I used to work with in fast food. He smiled and I waved. I grabbed a bell pepper and kind of floated over the stand of vegies. The guy checked behind himself real quick to see if the manager had seen me.
The last thing I remember before I woke up, Floyd and Harry, from Dumb and Dumber, were given their shaggy van (with class) back and they were being promoted to MIB by some old lady who seemed really familiar, like she had been in my dream the whole time, I'm not sure.
sigh. how exciting, right?
I had a dream that my hubby and I were packing up boxes (we're getting ready to move in RL) and I went into our bedroom. When I walked by the bathroom I noticed something unusual. I walked inside and the tub was filled up with water. Not only was it filled up with water, but it was like... filled up PAST the line but it wasn't over flowing. It was like looking at water through an invisible tub, if that makes sense. Like glass was surrounding it but it wasn't. As I was staring in wonder at this piece of work, I noticed that I was standing in water. The whole bathroom was now an invisible force holding up water. I pulled the plug out of the tub to let it drain. Then I noticed something else strange. The water was now only water-like on top, on the surface and it was just air below. It's so hard to explain.
Anyway, I stepped out of the water-filled bathroom and ran down the hallway. "T, I think we have a big problem. I let the water out of the tub and now it's flooding our bathroom and bedroom." He ran with me down the hallway. The water was in our bedroom now and we were trying to save our stuff. I picked up my son and told T to get our clothes and stuff together so we could leave and that I would get my son's stuff. He said ok and then we both started to leave the bedroom. T put my son down in the hallway and we stared in horror at the door to the bathroom. There was a strange shadow figure standing behind it. I picked up my son to protect him from whatever it was and T opened the door. There was nothing there but the strange water.
Then I turned suddenly down the hallway and there was something, I think, standing by the baby gate that we keep there. I couldn't look at it directly, like it was in a blind spot. But my first instinct told me it was alien. So without hesitation I ran towards it to attack. ( I always, ALWAYS, approach aliens like this in my dreams.) I remember thinking, oh my god, it's happening, it's just like in my dreams. (stupid.)
I went to kick it down and woke up making a strange sound in my bed, kicking my leg. I was too scared to go back to sleep right away.
After finally convincing myself that it was just a dream, I fell asleep.
I had a long and interesting dream about one my teachers. She's my online teacher and I've only met her once on campus in person, but her name was different and it started with an L. I had been on a stage with this girl that I used to be best friends with in high school. We were goofing around, spinning around on chairs and stuff. I thought we were going to get in trouble but Ms. L was laughing at us like we were her favorite students. We were there for some kind of audition, but we never did anything but spin around on chairs, goofing off. We were selected anyway.
Then we were living on some kind of campus with Ms. L. Ms. L and two other teachers lived in this little area where there were three houses. There was a gate though. I went to visit Ms. L for some reason and rang a bell at the gate. I didn't know which one I had rang because they weren't labeled. I was hoping I'd get lucky though. I waited for a while and kept wondering if I should have come this late. I realized it was like nine at night. Finally I figured nobody was coming and nobody had heard me, but I was thankful they didn't because I didn't want to get in trouble. Before I turn to leave the lady who lived on the right side was checking her mail. She was kind of rude, but I said, you're Ms. (something) right? She was like yea, you should go to bed now.
So I turn to leave and I ran into this kid. (This kid looked like a character in the X-Files episode I watched right before bed.) He wanted me to follow him so I did. He broke through the gate and everything is hazy after that. I remember it feeling like some sort of video game, like we were in a pinball machine. Then he took me into this room and he started throwing knives down at this person on the ground. He wanted to kill the person, but he was just messing with him. I was begging him to just let me out and I swore I wouldn't tell anyone what he was doing. I was trying to act nonchalant about it, like "who cares what you do." but I planned to call the cops if he let me out. I was really freaked out. He just kept throwing down the knives and this poor victim on the floor had knives sticking out of his skin and he was crying and screaming for help. I didn't know what to do.
I woke up.
M a y n a r d.
But I'm going to be selfish and keep that part to myself.
I really don't feel like explaining the entire dream, but there is one part that is bothering me. In the dream, my fiancee's ex-girlfriend came by while he was sleeping. Her hair was purple instead of blonde and she wore a strange hippie/hobo outfit that matched her hair. I didn't even know it was her until she started to leave. She came to the door and was trying to keep her head down while telling me to give 'these' to T. 'These' was a portfolio of paintings she had made and had wanted him to see. I asked her who she was and she just hurried off. Then I realized who it was and called her by name. She turned to look at me, but continued to leave. As I was standing in the doorway, I called T's name to wake him. She protested with a gesture and was gone. I went back inside and hesitated about opening the portfolio. I decided not to and laid it on the counter. I went off to one of the bedrooms. I was talking to someone (my ex I believe) but he actually looked and sounded like my fiancee. He was commenting on what just happened, saying, "that was weird." When I went back into the living room, the portfolio was torn to pieces. My "ex" picked up some pieces and said, "Wow, these are actually really good." I was scared. I hadn't expected my fiance to wake up so soon or what kind of reaction he would make. I wandered down the hallway after hearing his voice. He was talking real muffled and I thought it was him crying for a moment. He was in the bathtub and I peeked it. I felt bad for him and asked if he was okay. He directed all of his anger at me by shouting at me to leave. I began to cry.
Then in the same dream, but much later, one of my REAL ex-boyfriends was trying to hook up with me. I don't know what this was all about, but I wish I hadn't had the dream about my fiancee's ex, those are ALWAYS bad for me. But, I think about my Maynard dream and smile.
No lucidity yet during this break. I have been enjoying my dream time though. I suppose I do have moments of lucidity that I can hardly remember. I just get brief flashbacks randomly throughout the day. I love those feelings.
During these brief spurts of lucidity, sometimes, I am just lying there and everything is beautiful like an acid trip. I smile and my body begins zooming through some sort of portal (you could describe it as). It's such an amazing feeling. I may not be fully lucid and able to prolong and actually do things, but I know I can still do it when I'm ready to start again.
I wish I was like some on here that can become lucid every night, any time they want. Props to you guys and your contributions to this awesome community of dreamers. It's been a year since I've joined and not a day goes by that I don't think about lucid dreaming. Motivation is always there, it's time which is the problem.
I've always been interested in lucid dreaming since my accidental lucid dream when I was 11 or so. It's always been a goal to become better at it. I always felt kind of weird for it though because I didn't know anyone else who was practicing this. So it was an off and on interest throughout my teen years. When I found this forum I was hesitant about joining and posting. I was welcomed with the warmest greetings and made some awesome friends who share a passion for dreaming and all other things expanding consciousness.
I guess this post is really just to shout out to the community. Iím still here and checking in.
To businessóhereís a glimpse at my dream life as of late, not any particular order or dated either.
The first dream I want to share here is yet another alien dream. =/
I was living with my two sisters and my sisterís husband. My oldest sister, D---, was asleep in the bedroom with her husband and I had come home late. We were all living in my house, but it was hers. Anyway, it was late and I snuck inside. I went to the bedroom and crouched down behind her bed, smiling. I have no idea why. I began to hear someone at the door and knew it was my other sis, De----, coming home late also. I ran down the hallway to greet her, knowing Iíd probably scare her. I went around the corner and ran into her and we laughed. Then I saw something move behind her. It was really small and I feel like if I hadnít said anything, then nothing would have happened. But I did say something, ďWhoa, what was that? Did you see that?Ē She had no idea what I was talking about. I shh-ed her and turned her around to look. I pointed at something in the dark and suddenly it ran around the room and towards us. It was really short, maybe a foot high but I knew it was alien. I canít remember any details about it because it was dark, but it was wearing a cloak, and suddenly I find myself thinking about Nibbler from Futurama. It was really scary, though. We freaked and moved forward in the dark to spot it again. It had run around us and was standing to my side. I was so scared I woke myself up.
When I did wake up I woke up gasping for some reason and really freaking scared. My fiancť woke up and had to soothe me for a minute. Alien dreams reallllllly freak me the fuck out. Pardon the language.
After describing that dream Iím having trouble recalling other ones, except for last nightís, which was just weird and uninteresting. The main mission of mine in the dream was to find water, tea, milk which is the usual dream content when I drink (tequila in particular) the night before. And some girl wrecked my strange little car. I didnít care, I laughed when she did it and then I told her to get me some sweet tea from Sonic. Ha-ha. And that is all for now. Keep dreaming friends.
I didn't get much sleep last night. I remember one dream and pisses me off. I "woke up" on my couch and instantly knew I was dreaming before I even looked around. I knew I was dreaming because I could feel this dread and I want to say "fear" but it was just a heavy feeling, being in the dream. I've been wanting to become lucid, but when I was presented my chance, I didn't actually want to be in the dream. I was irritated rather than excited.
The second I was lucid I got up and walked to my front door; already wanting to wake up. I don't know why I went to the door, but I guess in the dream I knew it would wake me up if I opened it; so I did, and woke up.
It's like my dream-self doesn't want to be lucid. I felt completely different about lucidity when I was in the dream than I do in waking life. Any thoughts as to why this happens? Is my subconscious telling me that I don't need lucidity right now, but sleep? That is how I interpret it.
[Two finals down and three to go; wish me luck.]
I can't really recall the first dream very well, but I woke up at 2:30 am, freaking out for a good second. I remember something to do with my fiancee's parents and then being in my car driving down this dirt road in the middle of the country some where. I reached down to scoot the seat back because I was too close to the petals, and after I did that I had more fun driving. But then I noticed I was driving over little round objects, along with other little cylinder-like red objects. I got a closer look and realized they had timers on them, and they were all over. In the two fields, left and right, next to me, I noticed some evenly spaced bombs (I had assumed they were ALL bombs.) I don't remember getting out of my car, but I was suddenly running down the road, trying not to bother any of the red things. I wanted to make it to a safe area before they went off. I got to the end of the road and I knew time was getting close, so I started crawling down on the ground, still with the red things. For some reason I was going much slower and I knew that I was dreaming, but I didn't become lucid, if that makes sense. I started throwing as many as I could of the red objects far away from me and eventually jumped up on the couch, that was the trees a minute before. I woke up on my (very uncomfortable, back-killing) couch.
The next dream, the most significant parts I can remember, anyway, I was at my ooooold job, Sonic. Everything was different and I was wearing some strange hawaiian looking dress. I asked one of the girls, who I knew, if we had uniforms and she told me that we didn't have uniforms anymore. I tried to answer the switchboard a few times, but the customers were getting angry with me because I could not hear what they were saying. I swear one of them was speaking english and suddenly switched to spanish. I was trying to speak back in spanish, but then my boss came over to me and took over. I started crying because I felt like I couldn't handle the job, but I knew I couldn't quit this time for my son's sake. I went on working some more, but the most interesting part was the lightning. There was only one strike, and I saw it along with one person standing beside me. I could practically see my whole town, and that lightning struck once and the lights everywhere began to go out. I knew what was happening. One girl ran outside, she was wearing some strange space suit. I ran after her, I guess to get her ass back inside, but she had ran all the way around the corner. So I followed. When I looked up in the sky, there was a strange donut hole in the cloud. Like this:
I said "Oh fuck." And I realized that Sonic was hovering over much of the city and we were very high in the air. I noticed this when that hole in the cloud began making several layers, like something was shooting through them. The girl had passed out or something. I ran to get her, and carried her inside. I shut and locked the door. That's when something threw one of those red objects at us. Somehow it had gotten inside. I made everyone go to the back of the store. When I looked up front again, I noticed that my son was playing near the bomb. I ran and got him, crying.
That's all I remember now. I attribute the vivid dreams to the excess amounts of choline and some binaural beats.
The other night I was dreaming that I was at my house with my fiance and my son. UFO's had been being spotted all over the area and were abducting people. They were coming and leaving and then returning. Upon one of their returns I knew I was next. I started telling my fiance that we needed to run, now. Right then, a bright blue and white light shone through the door.
I started getting a telepathic message from them and they were telling me not to run, not to hide. I didn't listen, I took my son and started running outside towards this really big RV. When we got inside, there were other people there from the area and I got behind the wheel. There was this strange ball that was used to control the vehicle. Someone was trying to tell me how to use it but I was in such a hurry that I just started driving it. It was moving so fast and I had to use the ball to slow down. I ended up driving down this ditch and felt like I was just gliding above the road.
Had a dream the other night about an old house I used to live in when I was a little girl. I had walked by it and realized that I could go inside. It was really dark inside and I crawled in through the window. I started finding lots of things that we used to have and many of my toys from then. I found some cd's that were my sisters and soon realized that this house was connected to another one. There were toilets, sinks, and bathtubs appearing all over though. They were high-tech looking, and one toilet had a strange looking sink right next to it; it looked more like a fountain.
Can't really remember much else. Vivid, vivid dreams.
I had an austrailian accent the other night. I was slightly angry with this lady and I was raising my voice; that's when I noticed I was speaking with an accent. I thought, hey, wait a minute... I'm american.... Cool!
And it really was cool, I had convinced myself in the dream that I was austrailian. Unfortunately, I didn't become lucid.
Last night, however, I should've been lucid. I have been telling myself before sleep that if I see Bill Hicks, I will become lucid. I did see him, he was doing some signing thing... It was strange now that I think about it, because he wasn't acting like you would normally expect. It's like he knew where he was... kind of creepy, to be honest. I remembered he looked at me once and he saw my tattoo. He didn't say anything, but he payed particular attention to me. I should've known it was a dream.
I just seem to keep telling my subconscious, no, don't wanna be lucid.
And oh yes... Tomorrow I will have been with DV for a year. =D
Time flies, when you're having fun, right?
Last night, I had some long and vivid dreams that I attribute to some good wine and some tequila (what a mix, right?)
The first dream was about some sort of plague, or virus that had spread. Very cliche. However, it was just me and my son and we were staying in some sort of hotel with a bunch of other survivors. Everybody was cautious of eachother. There was a main apartment where a man lived who sort of ran the whole thing. He was the leader, or the person who was keeping tabs on people and what not. I was a second hand to him. He trusted me and I trusted him. I went up to his place where some others were and I remember I kept discovering these vents under the carpet and I was cutting out the carpet so that the vents were showing. We didn't know what these meant, but we thought that the "others" were somehow infiltrating us through them. A few girls showed up. One of them was "infected" so we thought. We started testing her. I could tell she was infected because her pupils were dilated so big that you couldn't see any color. She was really scared and I was trying my best to comfort her at the same time I was trying to figure out if she were sent. The other two were crying.
I remember making it back down to my apartment with my son. I shut the door and locked it. The place looked exactly like a portion of my house. The middle bedroom, small, and a small bathroom connected to it. There was an armchair and a crib. I think I had a T.V. also.
Something changed in the dream and suddenly I was exiting and entering through a door on top of my place that lead to a street. The street was full of broken down cars and it was chaotic. People running around, being chased. I was sitting at the top of this with my son below me. Two people approached me, I guess they were my friends. They wanted me to come with them somewhere but I told them I couldn't because of my son. Then this guy walked up, perfect looking. He was attractive but that's not what I mean by perfect, I can't explain it. He was just caring and he offered to watch my son while I went with them. I told him thanks and that he was amazing for doing this for me. He said he enjoyed kids and that he would take care of him and protect him. I kissed my son on the head.
That's the last of that dream I remember.
The last dream I had before I woke up, I was at school. It was kind of like high school. I had just left one class and was on my way to another and there was a woman in a little booth selling necklaces. For some reason I thought they were really pretty, even though they were very child-like. There were green and black beads strung on a string. I was really interested in one that had turquoise beads with black. I was talking to her and we had some sort of connection. She was really cool. Then she asked me something strange, and somehow it was related to the necklaces. She said, "Do you have dreams often?" I laughed and nodded. She then asked me, "Do you remember them?" I said yes, and then I said "I actually practice Lucid Dreaming," she gave me a funny look and I went on, "The first thing I have learned to do is to remember my dreams." She seemed interested and gave me a knowing look.
I haven't thought about lucid dreaming in a while and I feel like that should have made me realize I was dreaming. I hate that.
I went on to my next class and I took a seat. It was Biology class. I noticed a couple of friends of mine, M and S. M was talking to S and I was just watching them. Then my husband came into the room and woke me up. I hadn't realized I had been sleeping straight for almost 10 hours.
There was a storm that was going to hit the town I live in. The news reporters were saying that they expected at least 100 families to be wiped out due to being low on the ground. I told my parents immediately that there was a storm and they needed to get to higher ground.
I woke up reciting a poem, but now I can't remember what it was. I do remember the word "about" rhyming with something else.
I totally did it in an elevator last night with Hyde from That 70's Show, unfortunately, I didn't get to see it happen... =/
Lot of sex dreams lately.
I looked out the window and up to the sky and there I saw a giant Yoda floating down from a huge white cloud. His skin was all shiny like he was made of plastic (looked like the Toy Story martians). I yell at T, "OMG! Yoda's here!" He laughed at me like it was a joke. Then I said, "No, I'm fucking serious. Look for yourself, Yoda's coming to the door." lol
Sure enough, Yoda knocked politely and suddenly my excitement vanished. I tried to push him out the door because he was really creepy in person. But he came inside all non-chalant and polite, like he was the pope.
My sister comes over and she accuses me of sleeping with her boyfriend. I say she's crazy and that I'm her sister, that she needs to believe me. T's in the bathroom. I thought my sister had left and I went into the bathroom to find them kissing. I'm enraged. I punch T in the face, pretty hard. Then I start yelling at my sister. I couldn't believe what she had done. She didn't care. I told her she needed to leave now. T starts to leave for work but he has my purse over his shoulder. I follow him out and keep telling him to give me my purse. Then I see that my sister was in the car that he was going for. I get angry again and say fuck it. I take off my engagement ring and throw it on the ground. Then I go inside.
Later on, I'm sitting in a church I used to go to with my parents when I was younger. My mom and dad are next to me but my mom keeps speaking over the pastor. That's when I realized she was drunk. My dad's scolding her and I tell mom we should go downstairs. Finally I get her to come with me and we go into a playroom. I had my son with me and I put him down and he started crawling all over playing with toys. There was a pool in the basement of the church, a really fancy pool, and my sister's there. She keeps leaving her cigarette underneath the table, like hiding it. I keep picking it up so it doesn't set fire. I realize that my sister's drunk too. We're sort of getting along for some reason.
Then there's some sort of graduation going on for a school choir. For some reason, I'm in their way and one of the people setting up the graduation keeps telling me to do things. I don't know why I was helping him but then I go to find whoever has my son. There's a ton of people around all of a sudden and I'm working my way through a crowd. Finally, I spot my son in this guy's arms that I used to work with. I freak out for a second cause the guy's kind of retarded and I didn't want him holding my son. I walk over to them, and he hands me my kid. Then I tell W, my son, that we're gonna go swimming. And I go into the pool with him in my arms.
Been reading a lot about "2012" stuff and the other natural disasters that are happening right now, earthquakes and hurricanes, so I'm not surprised that I had a dream last night where the world was washed up by the ocean and somehow Batman swooped in and saved us all. <3 danananananaaaa thanks Batman.