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    1. Saving Someone From an Unjust System, Can't Understand Anyone at Work, and Weird Life Sim

      by , 08-24-2014 at 02:56 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in a school. It reminded me of the elementary school I first attended when I moved to the town I grew up in, but it wasn't an elementary school. It was more like high school or college. I was taking a class. I remember the class being over. There was a guy who wasn't doing as well who got forced to stay. They put him in some holding chamber.

      I wanted to rescue that guy. The system was super fucked up. I was with some others at this point. We were on some adventure to get some magical thing (I can't remember what it is) that granted wishes. We were going to wish for a giant something that started with the letter C that looked like a Zamboni, the thing they use to clean the ice at ice skating rinks. It had something to do with breaking the guy out.

      We found the magical thing. It lit up when it spoke with its disembodied voice (it had no mouth or anything). We wished for the Zamboni thing that started with a C. Along with it, the world gained a layer of very slick ice and snow. Someone commented on how the first layer of ice would melt and refreeze, making it extra slick. We were riding the Zamboni thing outside in the town. It was nighttime.


      ~

      I was at work at the bakery. They were having some roller skating day/party thing, but no one was wearing skates. They were just scooting around the floor on their socks. I asked someone about it, and found out that apparently, the manager said that since someone got hurt last time we couldn't wear skates to the skating nights anymore. I then saw a skating rink with people just scooting around on their socks looking bored as hell. Yeah, I wasn't gonna participate. This was stupid.

      I then was behind the counter helping this customer. It was a tall, lanky gentleman with poofy MC Hammer type pants. I don't remember what he was wearing on top, but it didn't match the pants. He kept handing me things he wanted repackaged, even things that weren't from my department. He handed me a package of raw chicken and right as I thought he was done, he handed me a package of pepperoni slices that already looked like half had been removed. Everything he said to me, I had to ask him to repeat, because for some reason, I couldn't understand him. I repackaged the chicken in one of our plastic containers that we have in the bakery, and wrapped some plastic wrap around it. I was trying to find a way to reprint the chicken label, since in the bakery we can only access the bakery label printing menu. I finally found a way, though, but I felt like it took me forever. I found the meat department label printing menu, and it had all these cuts of meat to choose from. I don't remember which one I ended up choosing. I finally finished with parachute pants man, and he thanked me. He seemed like he was in a hurry, but he was grateful for my help.

      I then was behind the counter by the bakery cases that have the donuts and artisan breads. My manager, Shannon, was there. Her very long hair was down instead of up and contained in a hairnet. She asked these two other girls that were with us if they knew how to do cookies. One said no, so she asked the other. I don't remember what the other said. She then turned to me and asked me something, but again, I couldn't understand her and had to ask her to repeat herself. I still am not sure what she said.

      I then was in the back, and there was a long line of clothing hung up on a rope that went across the middle of the room. I was going through them. They were Dallas and I's clothes. I remember seeing specifically some brown halter top that was hung up weird. Four things then fell off the hanger. I commented to Shannon about it at some point later, saying that 4 things fell off the hanger.

      I then was playing this game that was like a life sim, but with dogs. You could actually pick the animals you wanted. It had graphics similar to PS2 graphics. I had two golden retrievers. It looked like they were in a hamster cage. I was seeing them from a top angled view. They would get it on, then the female would develop big breasts for breast feeding. Then, two pups would be there, and then, they'd be gone, and the cycle would just loop over and over again. I thought it was happening way too fast, so I went into the settings and changed the amount of days that it took? It was weird. I changed it from 12 to 10. I then got a pop-up something saying, with a voice, that I didn't have any animals. So I went through a drop-down list and picked bunnies. This voice then told me how to masturbate the female bunny by sticking this stick thing up into it. The bunny turned over and it looked like it just had a big hole in its tummy. I stuck the stick in there. I actually felt it, too, like it felt rough and scratchy when I did it, but I was doing it right.
    2. Being Pursued By Murderers, Brief Lucidity, and a Crowded Skating Rink

      by , 08-08-2014 at 03:12 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was in a grocery store with many other people. Two people had been let in that wanted to murder us, an older guy and a younger girl. One person had already gotten pretty much killed; his head was being held on only by this full body cast. I knew that once that was gone, his head would fall off. I "remembered" it as if it had happened before. I was being pursued by the girl, probably of about 18-20 or so. She was skinny and had her blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail. I was on the ground in one of the aisles, and she was trying to stab me with this sharp, yellow crystal. I kept avoiding it and was trying to fight her off. I think I may have gotten hit a couple of times, but I can't remember for sure. I was yelling for help quite a bit, hoping someone would hear me.

      Eventually, I fought her off. I got the crystal from her hands, so now, she had no means to kill me with. We were both standing up now, facing one another. I remember looking at her face and she just had this evil smile. I also noticed she was wearing some sort of uniform; I remember dark red being one of the colors in it. We somehow got her and the guy out of there. I remember speaking with the guy whose head was beheaded and being kept alive.

      Later, we locked the front glass doors. We were standing by them, and I saw the two murderers standing outside, trying to get in. I was talking to someone, telling them NOT to let those people in no matter what. They would try to coerce their way in. They'd try to play on their pity. But they were NOT good people and would kill us. I knew the girl would come back after me. I thought about her getting another crystal. I believe the guy fought with a crystal as well.

      I remember at one point seeing the guy who got beheaded without his body cast. His head slid off his body, or almost did.

      I then was in a garage somewhere. I saw Dallas in the doorway, and realized, out of the blue, that I was dreaming. I said
      "Dallas! This is a dream!"
      He had started to speak to me during my exclamation. I wasn't sure if he had heard me. He then said something about it being a dream, so I knew he had.
      I went up to him, and felt the dream was going to end soon; it felt a bit unstable. I examined my hands, focusing on their detail, and it worked for a little bit. I was standing with him and started to remove my clothes, when everything around me gained a faint white aura.


      I then woke up.

      ~

      I was at the skating rink I used to frequent in my youth. The rink was much smaller than I remember; they had re-done it so it now it was much more cramped, and you could barely skate on it if there were too many people. There were many people there, mostly kids. I looked at the rink from the side area and thought about how cramped it looked, and that it wouldn't be nearly as much fun now that it was like this. I'm pretty sure I had skates on. I remember seeing some of the employees that patrolled the rink, skating around on the crowded rink with the kids, guiding them over hurdles and such. There were just too many people. I wanted to skate freely, not cramped up with a zillion little kids. I also had a point where I wondered if I was too old to be there. I felt kind of weird being one of the oldest people there.

      I was there at some point before the rink opened. I wondered if I could skate even though it was closed. There was no one there at least, so I'd have it all to myself.


      ~

      I was dreaming something this morning when my husband was about to leave for work. He was stroking my shoulder IWL, and I kept falling in and out of sleep. I finally woke up so he could tell me goodbye and that he'd see me later.

      ~

      I know I dreamed way more than this last night, and I told myself I'd remember, but alas.

      Though I am happy for the lucidity I've been having lately, even if it's just brief. I have been lucid WAY more lately than I have in a very long time, dare I saw ever. Usually I'm lucid on average once per week when I'm focused on it. I've been lucid every other night just about. It's been a huge change of pace. I'm happy for it. Hoping it continues. I guess I just need to keep doing what I'm doing, meditate more regularly, and use more intention.

      Updated 08-08-2014 at 04:57 PM by 32059

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. Britain Nukes Us, and Finding a Secret Passage (aka isn't Kasey Kasem Dead?)

      by , 07-25-2014 at 12:07 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      Something about a roller coaster.

      I told myself when I woke up from this one, I'd remember. I told myself to just remember "roller coaster". And now, that's literally all I can remember. -_-'

      ~

      I was with some other people, though I couldn't say for sure who they were. We were taking shelter somewhere, though; America had been bombed by Britain. They had dropped a nuke on us.

      Wherever it was that we were, there was a lot of radiation in an area of the room. Most of it was coming from this thing on the ceiling that we called a "generator". It had something to do with the bombings; it got moved during them, and absorbed a lot of radiation. It was this black and white metal thing that looked kind of like a moon rover. I remember getting close to it a few times, and being warned not to.

      I want to say the room we were in had some sort of anti-gravitational property in it; I feel like when we would get close to the generator on the ceiling, we were floating to it.

      Then, I was talking to my mom. She was telling me about something her and Windy, a woman I know from when I was in college, something about what they did during the bombing. I asked my mom about what Katie did.
      "I mean crazy Katie," I said. I was referring to my old roommate from college.
      I don't remember my mom's response.

      I remember thinking about the exact area that had been bombed and wondering if the people immediately died on impact.


      ~

      This dream took place post-bombing as well, but that was not the focus of the dream. It seemed that some time had passed after the initial bombing, maybe a few weeks.

      I was outside somewhere, and I wanted to go do something. It had to do with my brother. I went to go speak with my doctor about this. It had something to do with my right foot; I wanted to tell her that something was wrong with it.

      I put this giant black roller skate-type thing on my right foot. It was my brother's. I started to skate and walk to wherever it was that I was going. I entered a building, and into this room that looked like a lobby. It was spacious with lots of couches. I approached a lady sitting on one of the couches. She was my Doctor, Dr. B, but she looked kind of like a teacher I had in college, Dr. D. She was wearing a white lab coat over her clothing. She was also working on charts. I got her attention, and she looked up. I told her something about my right foot. She looked at me as I told her, but she seemed concerned, or like she thought that something else was wrong instead of the foot. I thought about how contradictory it was that I was telling her about a foot problem, and yet, I was wearing this giant roller skate on the affected foot. She then went on to tell me something.
      "They're bruised," she said.
      She was referring to the bottom of my rib cage on the right side. I "remembered" getting it x-rayed last time I was there. I guess the results were in.

      I then had two of the big black roller skates instead of just one. They were made for skating on carpet. I skated around on the carpet inside for awhile, feeling how easy and effortless it was. I hadn't skated in years, so I thought it would be more difficult to get back into it.

      I then was on the phone with someone, looking for this secret entrance to somewhere. It had been a place my brother liked and was very well-known at, but my brother was out of town with his fiance'. I feel like I was supposed to have a purpose for going to the secret place, like I was supposed to be trying to fix something that was wrong with me. The lady on the phone had asked me if such-and-such (can't remember what she asked me), and I said no. She had seemed slightly irritated, but hid it well, and continued to direct me.

      I got off the phone afterwards, and I found the entrance somewhere in this rocky area, I think there may have been water there too. I had been there a couple of times before, but it had been years. You had to be very precise upon entering it though, or you'd go the wrong way. I slid down this smooth rock slide, but ended up in the wrong place. I had to go all the way back around and start over.

      I remember being back where I started, and there were so many different ways you could go. The whole area was rocky, and it was like I was in the middle of a circle with my options all around me. The someone that I had been on the phone with then offered their help. It was a woman. I had to follow her. She was showing me a shortcut so I wouldn't have to go all the way back around. I followed her to the secret place. The shortcut she took should have seemed obvious to me, I thought. Duh. But I am not good with directions. -_-'

      Anyway, so I was there, in the secret place. It was the skating rink I used to frequent as a child. I was skating on the skate floor. There were a few others there, mostly people who worked there. I skated by them, as they were all standing in the same area, close to the benches on the side of the skate floor. I was then asked about my brother, about if he wanted something, or wanted me to have this something, I don't remember for sure, or what the something was. Not entirely sure I knew what the something was when I was in the dream either. I told them I didn't know. They were going to send Kasey Kasem to ask; they knew my brother loved Kasey Kasem. I told them that he was out of town with his fiance'. So they had Kasey call him instead. I heard him talking on the phone, but I did not see him.
      "Hi, this is Kasey Kasem," he started, as he so often did on the radio.
      He started to ask my brother what he wanted to ask him.

      I saw my brother sitting at a table at a restaurant with his fiance', talking on the phone.

      I then wondered if this was a different Kasey Kasem, since the real one died. I thought maybe there was someone that worked at the rink that went by that name.


      ~

      The Kasey Kasem thing could have easily been a lucid trigger. Gah. Oh well.

      I think I'm going to try getting back into meditation, if I can discipline myself enough to stick with it. That really seems to help my LDs, while also making me feel better all around. I'll see what I can do. I can easily take 30 minutes out of my day to do it. Just gotta stay focused.

      *EDIT*

      Just remembered a fragment.

      I was handling a few small birds. They looked like finches.

      The Noobies!-finch.jpg

      As one jumped on my finger, I felt its small talons digging into my finger. I expected this. It was alright, though; I was caring for the birds.

      Updated 07-25-2014 at 03:24 PM by 32059

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment