Total sleep time: 5hrs
Dream recall method: whatever I could remember
HI: A motorboat that leaves tracks on sea’s surface
Fragment1: I am looking at some kind of spacecraft, parked in a large hall. A female DC is sliding horizontally on the thing with great ease, I wonder how she manages to do that.
Fragment2: I am walking in a nice park. I enjoy being there and take the time to perform some stretching exercises.
Dream3: My mom arranges for us to meet in Milan, so I have to catch the plane. I start packing my things, including make-up, grab the bags and am ready to go. I get on a car and we drive to the airport, it is dark outside. On the road we meet one or two horse riders, I decide to go back, and we see some more riding towards the car. One of the horse riders falls and we stop the car to avoid hitting him,we get out of it. I am trying to go somewhere. As I am looking at another street, somebody tells me that there is no point of doing that because the Queen cannot wait? I suddenly realize that I have forgotten my passport and phone charger, so now I know why I want to go back. Out of nowhere, James Bond appears on the street (a mix of Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig). I don’t like the way his eyes look, he feels like a rather unpleasant person, but he has really beautiful hair. He behaves like a real gentleman, tries to help me by suggesting we can use the cops’ car to go back get my things and then drive to the airport really fast. Two cops appear; I try to convince them to give me their car because I forgot the passport and will miss the flight. They almost agree, and then I tell them I also forgot the charger, so they change their mind. To prove to them I am not lying I open my bag and show them there is nothing there, but they still don’t believe me.
Updated 04-03-2013 at 03:01 PM by 61764
I was in the mountains. I saw snow. There was a short, flat, building. 3 powerful men, apparently powerful enough to change the world are in the scene. One of the men is a James-Bond type and is sitting down, with a pair of dice in his hands. Reminds me of the World War 2 photo.
06.21.2012Asian James Bond (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Feels like I'm watching a movie here, but at the same time, I don't know....I'll just tell it out.
I'm inside a large vehicle, I would like to say it's a limo, but it's a little wider than that, so maybe it was some kind of really wide van. There's this newbie soon to be James Bond who is Asian. He's wearing your classic black suit with a black bow-tie I believe.
Seems he's a bit flirty with M, and she's not really taking it well. She tolerates him for a bit, but then he starts opening his legs towards her, and then scoots even closer to her.
She gets a gun, shoots him in the head. Daniel Craig and a few others that I can't recall start laughing.
What just happened here???????????????
Oh, and they we're eating some fancy meal as well._________________________06.21.2012Body in Laundry Bag (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I can't remember much from this. I remember someone coming after me since I remember feelings of fairly intense fear and having to dodge quickly.
I'm running around in some kind of open base outdoors, and in order to get out of this place, I have to throw some of those spark things that shoot up so that the extraction helicopter knows where to land or drop the ladder for me to climb up.
Problem is, that same person chasing me knows I'm trying to do that, and he's doing everything in his power to stop me. I have to throw the sparks at several yellow squares, and I seem to be doing good job throwing right on the spot while running for my life.
The dream shifts, and I think I killed the person and had to put him in a bag. I open it slightly to make sure he's dead, and it seems there's come extra clothes with his body that I need to get out. I don't know why I needed to get clothes of the laundry bag stuffed with a dead human corpse......
_________________________06.21.2012Where's my Textbook? (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I'm waiting outside of a hallway upstairs to see who my new teacher is going to be. I see that one student has the same room as me, so I follow him, and he looks at some paper, and the teacher comes in, and the student is happy.
So I'm assuming this teacher is going to be awesome. I sit down, and more students start coming in. I'd say there were 15 students at most, since I only focused on who was on the right, left and front of me. Some other staff member comes in to talk about textbooks, and then I realized....
Crap, where's my textbook? I look around and see everyone else has their own textbook, and I was worried we might have an assignment or homework even.
I look to the left, and see students were handing out the textbooks that were on the left side on the ground.....WHEW!
I get my very own textbook, and I forget what happens next.
Remember something about a white circular platform, it was spinning, and James bond was standing on it with his gun out.
I’m driving along a road, though I’m not sure where this is.I’m seemingly in the middle of nowhere, no identifying features in sight. Theroad is paved with dark asphalt, and either side is a flat landscape, mostlygreen grass. The sky is grey and I can’t see beyond the horizon.
The vehicle I am in comes to a cliff edge, though stillthere are no identifying features to help me figure out where I am. The roadmakes a sharp descent over the cliff and spirals down the side in a verticalmanner. This road is impossibly steep,and spirals down for a long distance. I’m glad that I am in a rental vehiclebecause I don’t believe my SUV could handle the very narrow walls or roadway,or the low clearance. I can’t believe a road was made like this.
The spiral ends like the way it began, suddenly, and nearlyvertically, which would be impossible to transverse for most vehicles. Thevertical road intersects a horizontal road which leads to a vista of the ocean,surrounding mountains, and beautiful landscapes, and I realize I am in Hawaii!Immediately everything is in super-bright color and vivid detail, and I standthere looking around in awe of the scene.
I follow some other tourists towards the obviousdestination, a boat that is designed to show the local area to visitors. I walkout and I am on an open deck, the air around me is warm and the breeze isstrong. The boat moves out in to the water, though it never gets very far fromshore. Off to my left is a giant tanker, and as I pan my head right I can seehundreds of boats moving swiftly in a traffic lane, or some organized line ofboat traffic. The boats vary in size, shape, and function, and even ahelicopter is sputtering along on the water’s surface, which seems normalenough.
Many of the boats are spewing quite a bit of smoke, and atone point I thought there was a fire aboard a boat or two, but it turned out tojust be an incredible amount of thick black smoke.
I pull out my digital camera and take a few pictures. Thehills to the left, the sky and water, the boats, it’s all very colorful and Iwant to show it off.
Behind me and around the deck are rows of seats, and Ialternately sit in one and stand to take occasional pictures. At one point Iget up and start to grab the camera of the man next to me, which is on thefloor, and clearly not a digital like mine. I immediately apologize, tellingthe man, “I’m very sorry! My camera is just like this, and even the flash, butI left them back in the vehicle. Normally I would be taking pictures like thiswith that camera.” He seemed to understand, and turned back to converse withthe man next to him.
The boat returns to shore and I walk off, wondering what I’mgoing to do now. I look out and up and the landscape is a total tourist trap. Alarge waterslide dominates the hill in front of me, and I walk towards theamusement park. I don’t recall seeing it before the boat ride but here it is. Iturn around and look to my right and I can see shops and a city hundreds offeet below the hilltop that all this fun is located on. I walk back in thedirection of the boat, or docking area, and I encounter a group of people whoseem especially interested in one man in the center of their group. I recognizehim immediately as James Bond, but he now has long hair which is pulled backinto a ponytail. He appears to be in excellent shape, and slightly taller thanin the movies. His physical age looks like someone in their late 40’s or early50’s who has been taking care of themselves.
“I recognize you! You’re James bond! I love your movies! I’dreally just like to…shake your hand.” At first he seems reluctant to shakehands, as though he has been doing it all day, and perhaps he was expecting meto ask for something more. When I don’t request anything else he finally shakesmy hand.
While we were outside we are now inside some room where hechanges his outfit slightly, to something more appropriate for outdoors.
“You want to see something? Come with me, I’ll show yousomething.”
He leads me out of the room and to a river, or water chute,where he has me climb behind him on to a jet-ski type of machine, though atfirst I think we’re still on land. We take off at a fast rate of speed and nowwe are on a wide, slow-moving river, headed upstream. The pace is incredibleand I struggle to keep hold and not lose grasp of my camera. The scenery isbeautiful!
We leave the city and the amusement area behind and proceedfurther in to the hills, all of which are lush with greenery. On some, whatappears to be fir trees cover the hillside, and among them hikers and outdoorenthusiasts can be seen enjoying the beautiful landscape. Even more bizarre isthat some hills have snow on them, some are top-covered and some have patchesof snow all the way down to the waterline. I attempt to take several picturesand some come out and some do not. My shutter is working slowly and does notcatch every image timely.
On my right and in some valley below us we pass a school,and perhaps a church or cemetery, though I never see any graves. It matters not;I’m too busy being in awe of how beautiful and lush Hawaii is. I’m takingpictures left and right, wanting to show everyone back home that Hawaii isnothing like what we see on television. As I understand it, Mr. Bond has brought me up a river and deep in tothe region to show me the real island treasure, something tourists never get tosee.
I understand why people live here, and why it’s one of thecalmest urbanized areas in the nation. I contemplate staying.
The ride takes some considerable time, and we pass numeroushills and valleys, all of which are some of the most vivid colors I have everseen. When we at last come to the end of the ride we are on a high hilloverlooking Honolulu. Beyond the city I can see the ocean and the mountainstypically seen in postcards and movies.
James Bond dismounts the vehicle and steps on to a woodendeck and continues on in to what appears to be a motel room or somethingsimilar. I get off the vehicle and look around for a second. We are no longeron water when the ride stops but as I approach the motel area I feel like I ambeside a canal, or on some wharf. The lighting is dim, and the area seems seedyand unsavory, like one might expect from a dark alley in Venice at night orsome fishing community where people shut their doors and windows to avoiddrunken types.
I walk up to James who is on the sidewalk outside the roomand I suddenly find myself face-to-face with a beautiful young brunette woman,and she stares right in to my eyes. There is an odd mix of attraction and fearin her eyes, and she runs on past me. She is dressed in a pink nightgown thatdoesn’t reach her knees but doesn’t look smutty either.
She disappears around the corner about fifty feet down fromus and James asks me if I want to follow. I nod and he says, “Yeah, you do, Ican tell.”
We run to the corner where we last saw her and make anabrupt turn to our right. The hall becomes dark, but it clearly leads up to adoor which I take for a bathroom. “Ha!” I think, we know where she is now, thiswill be easy!
I reach for the door and yank it open, but excitement turnsin to shock as I see the woman is held around the neck by a large, surly manwith bad teeth. He is holding a large knife and is clearly upset, and angry atour intrusion. He must be who she was running from and he must have corneredher here, or this is what I believe at the moment.
In a moment of bravado I grab for his wrist, attempting togain control of him and his weapon, but he is faster than I expected and heeasily sidesteps this move. He regains composure and lunges forward with theknife, and I have to duck swiftly to avoid a deep penetrating stab. He pullsback and I start to come up, and again he stabs forward with the knife, and itis pointed right in my face.
“Easy!” I manage to say. “I don’t want to be stabbed in theface! Calm down!” At this point I realize he has me at a disadvantage and Imust wait for another opportunity. Oddly enough James Bond is nowhere to beseen and I feel abandoned. This is going to be really tough if I have to takeon this guy by myself, and the girl will suffer along with me.
I am staring down the length of the knife, waiting while theangry man decides what to do. Behind the man is a view of a bathroom across thehall, and this opening is draped with a shower curtain. Behind the curtain andunseen by the angry man I can see James Bond coming up behind him, about tostrike him hard with a blunt object, and my spirits are momentarily lifted.
Mr. Bond makes his strike, but somehow the angry man becomesaware of the attack and strikes him in the neck with his knife. He pulls it outand James’ hand immediately goes to the wound. Bright red blood sprays out, andstarts pouring down his neck and shirt as he collapses at my feet. He appearsmortally wounded, and this is when everything seems really grave.
I look down at his figure and then kneel down to help him.Something about the whole situation seems really familiar, and though I shouldbe horrified at this scenario I am no longer afraid. In fact, I am amused, andthe whole dream borders on lucidity.
I’m holding him up slightly from the floor, staring at thebright red blood, and then I lean in and whisper, “You can stop now. I saw allthis on Bourdain.” The familiarity of the situation becomes apparent to me as Irealize this whole scene had once played out on Anthony Bourdain’s show, NoReservations, which airs on the Travel Channel.
He doesn’t seem to realize what I’m saying and again Irepeat, “I saw all this on Bourdain.”
He starts to get up, and he tells the angry man, “You canstop now.” The angry man releases the woman and loses all trace of hostility.The whole scene had been created for my benefit, an amusement made most real. Ihad felt threatened and was prepared to do whatever was necessary to defuse thesituation, up until I realized that Mr. Bond was using a corn-syrup packet toappear like fake blood on his neck.
It was very impressive, and I felt a little bad that I hadended the scene. James walks off and out of the room, slightly dejected.
I walk out of the room, also, and back towards the way wehad come from. I have to descend a stairway to get back down, though it had notbeen there before. Each stair is pastel-colored, pink, blue, and yellow, an oddcolor-scheme.
At the bottom of the stairs and to my right is an opendoorway. Inside the doorway is a large drier with its door open, and sittinginside the drier is a beautiful young woman in a medium-dark green outfit,curled up and watching TV. I pass on by but then think perhaps I have hadenough of James Bond and I would rather spend it with the girl in the drier. Iturn around and head back to her and I’m about to ask if I can join her companywhen I wake up.
6-year-old Taylor Swift (not famous yet, but getting there) and a 6-year-old brown haired girl (nicknamed Brownie in this post) are both adopted by a lady (Grandma). Taylor is the favorite, so Brownie is my charge/buddy. She's really sweet, but a bit jealous of Taylor. So us two are outside in a park playing, and Taylor and Grandma are inside a CD shop that has no walls about 50 yards away. There are four boys playing basketball next to us, and the ball hits D in the face. He gets all mad, throws the ball the opposite direction, and screams at the boys that if they touch the ball again he will kill them. (D in real life is so nice I'm having trouble believing that it was him) Of course, the boys go get the ball again, D runs after them, I scream at them to stop but they don't, I run and take Brownie with me so she doesn't have to see, eventually the boys outrun D and D passes out from exhaustion and the boys escape mostly unharmed. We run back to the CD shop, I see a bunch of bald men throwing spears at targets mounted on trees. A James Bond-looking guy comes and shows the spearmen his missile launcher. My mind switches to the one of a spearmen, and I'm forced to shoot the launcher. I refuse to shoot anyone, so I shoot a boulder. My mind switches back to my dream character, and I grab Taylor, Grandma grabs Brownie, and we run. Grandma calls me Deida, but as we run a missile comes shooting at us out of the blue. It goes all slow-mo and I avoid it by inches. Another one comes but it isn't slow-mo, but it passes us and hit a brick wall. My view shifts and I see it coming out the other side of the wall, heading toward two freaked-out cartoon sheep.
I always wake up right before something bad happens (luckily)
This a dream from yesterday, actually. But, yeah..
I saw a man, he looked like James Bond.
I was curious, so I walked over to him. I said "Hello". He said "Hi".
I asked him "Who are you?". I looked at him.
He just looked at me, like I was stupid. "You don't know who I am?"
I shaked on my head.. I had no idea.
"I'm protecting your mind, when you're sleeping" he told me.
.. and I woke up.
These dreams were a little fuzzy
Race for James Bond
I was involved in some sort of race to France I think it was. There was more dream before this I just don't remember it. Somehow, because there was traffic, I was convinced that I could beat all of the other cars on foot. After running on the highway for a long time, which changed and curved frequently, I arrived...first. The highway was almost like a video game highway in the way that scenery was always changing to keep things interesting. It wasn't like a real highway in the way that its long straight and boring. So I won the race and then I headed inside. It was a large ball (The dancing kind) and my dream turned into a watching experience. I was watching James Bond as he hid on the balcony level with a jade figurine on his head. His lady friend walked up to him and asked him what he was doing. He explained that at this ball, they were celebrating the purchase of the last ancient arabian sky scraper. He was here to stop the moving of the sky scraper because that would leave the arabians with nothing, which would effectively piss them off, sending the world into WWIII with nukes and the likes. This would cause catastrophic earth quakes in America, the likes of which have only been nearly seen in California. A quick reel played in my head of old fashioned cars almost running into new pot holes except the reel was of noticeable bad quality with horrible actors and visual effects.
Suddenly I was in my house with my friend Tre, and another guy and we did a rap battle. I remember that I asked if we would switch off every 4 or 6 and he said 8 then switched off at 4. This irked me...
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I was so exhausted yesterday that I knew I would not do much dream recall this night. I actually woke up in the middle of the night, with dreams floating in my mind, but I just couldn’t care less and turned to the other side to go back to sleep. In the morning I was feeling a bit more refreshed and wrote down a few, especially because they were one of a kind.
22:30 GMT - Sleep
1 wake up, recorded no dreams
5:00 GMT – 2nd wake up
Dentist waiting room and cinema
I’m with my mother on the waiting room of a doctor’s office (I think the dentist) and for some reason to have an appointment we need to have a key (?). My memory fails me a bit on this part, but I think for some reason they didn’t want to give us a key – maybe the key was the equivalent of making an appointment, maybe they didn’t want to give us one, because they had the agenda full? Anyway, I think my mother got to steal two keys without them noticing and we just left all happy with the achievement. Then she invites me to go somewhere, like the cinema, which I think is a great idea, but I am worried that my light summer clothes will be uncomfortable when we leave the cinema to the cold night.
Performative arts camp
I enter a bus full of youngsters. We are on a trip to somewhere. I don’t know anybody. They are clearly from different countries and nationalities but not one looks welcoming to me. I look for an empty seat and I found one by the aisle by the side of two other girls (there’s 3 seats on each side of the corridor, like in an airplane). The chair in front is reclined and I have very little space to fit. I have a black backpack in my lap and it’s really cool because it has a flexible screen on it, showing continuously the Matrix code animation. That seems to attract some attention, but still, nobody gets friendly with me.
We all get out at some kind of camp and soon I realise it’s like an artistic camp. We have an auditorium and some kids are rehearsing a play, others sing and I just wonder what am I doing there, since I have no artistic talent. But I see other youngsters also looking a bit lost, so I chill, thinking I should not worry and should just watch and go with the flow.
Then a girl makes a dramatic entrance in the auditorium. It’s C.L., a friend from my childhood and my neighbour for many years. She was always a drama queen, so this suits her. She is wearing a very theatrical dress, like a wedding gown but with splashes of colour. She is singing and heads to the stage where she makes some theatrical show.
James Bond emotional
Then I have a strange dream that I am watching a James Bond movie (but the movie is like floating in the air, because there’s no TV). By my side is my dad sleeping – he always falls asleep watching movies. But in this James Bond instead of the action, sex and espionage, Bond is having a candid conversation with his father and it all gets very emotional. The even weirdest part is that meanwhile my father has awaken and is crying because of the movie. I feel doubly eerie with so much strangeness and this leads me to awake. I wake up in my bed and someone is by my side. But instead of my boyfriend it is still my father that is sleeping there. What? I take some time before I understand I’m still dreaming, then I really wake up (I hope).
6:30 GMT – 3rd waking
Toilet drama (again) and a fake enlightenment
I woke up, wrote down my dreams and apparently I’m still awake and I go to the toilet before going back to sleep. The toilet is totally different from the toilet in my (real) home, but I don’t notice that at all. I feel totally comfortable with this version of it, as if I have used it my entire life. I just notice after using it that the flushing is not working. I check the cistern and it’s dripping water. I try to discharge at least some water but it really isn’t working, so I try to take the cistern cap to check the mechanism and eventually fix it (did it many times), but the thing is seriously jammed and I stupidly put my foot on the toilet seat to push and I end up with my foot inside the toilet, with the water, urine and mushy toilet paper all around my foot. Yuck!!!
I am disgusted and I think to myself – “My god, the shit that happens in my dreams is starting to happen in RL!”
[Usually in my dreams I get lucid because I simply know that I’m having a dream - no need for dream signs or reality checks, it just happens. This time I had no idea I was having a dream. I was totally, absolutely convinced this was real.]
So then I thought “It’s a good opportunity to practice reality checking. This way in my dreams I will remember to do it every time I’m on a toilet again facing yucky situations like this, as it recurrently happens.”
So I decided to put my hand on the wall trying to go through it and I was absolutely amazed when my hand started to sink on the dissolving wall. I couldn’t believe it! It never actually occurred to me “After all, this is just a dream!” No! Instead I believed that I was actually manipulating real matter like in dreams – I was convinced I had had a little enlightenment! It felt awesome! It felt amazing! It felt... Ohhhh, now my face is also sinking in the wall! And all of a sudden I open my eyes and it’s just my hand and face sinking into the pillow... Oh, crap! What a disappointment... I really don't know if I should classify this as a lucid dream. It was more of a wrong-reality entrenchment, so I'll call it a reverse-lucid, but it had all the characteristics of a lucid dream. I was fully aware and conscious, I simply mistook that reality for this reality. Freaky.
I just had one more quick dream. It was early dawn, it was summer and I am at home. My father is staying there to. We both wake up because something strange is happening outside. I go to the window and I see snow falling and coming through the window. There are a few people on the street also amazed at it. Everybody is in summer clothes, it feels warm and even the snow is just at ambient temperature. How can that be? I just have a quick thought that even climate change cannot cause warm snow in summer and that there must be more to it, something more bizarre. I start having a bit of lucidity and that's when I wake up again.
7:30 GMT – Wake up
Updated 08-27-2010 at 02:59 PM by 34880