non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP A family friend comes ask for help. Their kid is being victim of revenge porn: some guys took got of her topless and there is a video and her data posted on a porn website. I take the case to a friend who is both a detective and a hacker and he assures me he can take it down. I am relieved because I wasn't sure if it was possible. I tell the good news to the family and they are overjoyed. They offer us a place to stay while my friend sorts this out. In the process, we find other women in the same situation and we help them. There is gonna be a school reunion party and I am at the venue to help out with the preparations a few days in advance. I find a vending machine that is broken and giving 10x more money than what we put in. I start mining it and others who find out feel it's disonest and judge me, but I don't care. At the day of the party I get all dressed up, very sexy with a very tight tube dress, one shoulder off, my long hair flowing. I prepared some treats at home with the help of my mom and as I walk to the place, carrying the treats, I start stumbling upon school colleagues who bullied or despised me. I see some jaws dropping when they recognize me, the guys are elbow bumping each other. I put the treats I brought on a table and I go meet some ladies I know. They are preparing to take a group photo. I wonder how long it will take. Someone says today is the day my crush will ask me to dance, but guys don't seem to be interested in dancing at all and I honestly just want to use the vending machine as I came prepared with a purse full of coins!
I need to remember to update my LD count on my profile. So last night was exceptionally memorable for whatever reason, and I also was privileged to wake up a lot in order to write them down, but was able to fall back asleep pretty quickly. It's a shame that college is starting up again so soon. Don't get me wrong, I love college, but it's hard to get enough sleep. This time, though, it's going to happen. I will figure out a way! Okay so last night's dreams: Dream 1: A new romance novel is coming out. A middle-aged lady (pale skin, black hair) of about 45 falls in love with like a 23 year old man. She decides to cast a spell to make him a bit older, but only by 2 or 3 years. Hmmm. Non-lucid. Dream 2: Non-lucid. I was in some sort of park or playground, by a large open entrance to what looked like a sewer. There was a guy there with superpowers, and a group of friends. I was standing by the sewer entrance, and there were tons of flies and rats. The rats were slowly being driven insane by the contamination of the sewer. I watched one panicked rat as it was slowly devoured by the flies. As the illness started to take control of its mind, its eyes started to turn hostile looking. Now, I think that rats are kinda cute IRL, but in that dream I completely flipped out. Turns out, I can fly, so I do, towards the group of people and away from the rats and flies. ._. Someone in the group of friends "fell asleep to see if we truly cared" - I don't recall that though; it's just in my dream journal. I also think that I was someone else in that dream, or had a different appearance. This doesn't happen to me too often. Dream 3: I became lucid a short while into a dream where some of the people were anime characters and the rest of the people were normal. A friend from college (Dylan) was there - not in anime form though; he looked normal. I got really excited and asked him if he knew that we were in a dream. He said something along the lines of "Well yeah. You know not everything is real right?" And I said "Yep!" and went to the kitchen for some reason. :') Lots of anime people all around~! I think I asked some other people about that as well. There was a vending machine by the kitchen, and my mom was there, getting me milk and apple juice. Why, when I am a fully grown adult? I have no idea. But for some reason, I'm getting really annoyed because my mom got like 3 apple juices and 1 milk, but I wanted more milk than that. I was getting confused because I looked inside the vending machine, but the milk was completely gone. I think that this might have been either part of another dream, or my lucidity had faded by this point. Dream 4: In another dream, I think I was trying to sleep in some room, protecting myself from spiders and a bear in another room by putting blankets and stuff under my bed so that way the blankets would deter them (underneath my bed, a hole in the wall led to another room where the bear and spiders dwelt). Weird stuff. Non-lucid. Dream 5: I was going to be sold into slavery, but I didn't care because I quickly realized that I was in a dream. Randomly. It's weird; I didn't do an RC or have any dream signs or anything. I just knew. I realized that I wasn't wearing any shoes, so I made some appear. They were black and another color; I don't remember which though. A lady led us into a room, into a spaceship or something that was supposed to take us to the place where we would be enslaved. I was there with a bunch of girls and only a few guys. Tess (my tulpa!) was flirting with me and hitting on me, and other girls were there too occasionally taking part. We were all in a really good mood and I think it's because I knew it was a dream. :') Dream 6: A split second dream. Tess and I were in front of a revolving door at some mall. I was lucid during this time, but then I woke up before I could do anything.
I'm in some kind of hotel. I walk alone down a hall and enter an arcade room. It's small and there's about 5 or 6 games. Two of them are being played by two girls that i know. I walk up to them and try to talk, but they ignore me. I take a closer look at one of the games being played and it strikes me as odd. The character has the body of a steak. Suddenly the character changes and it has the head of deadpool, but the body is skinless and bloody. The boss character goes behind deadpool and starts stabbing him. With each stab, deadpool swells up and cries out in pain, louder and louder. After a minute or so the character completely explodes. I back up and walk to the other side of the room. I see and vending machine with iced coffee and decide that I want one. When I go to reach for money I notice a sofa with something under it. I get down on my hands and knees and find 3 child purses. I pull them out and dig in them. In each one I find a 5 dollar bill. I get excited. Then in the last purse I find pictures of kids and baby pictures as well. I think it's weird, so I get up and throw them away on a trash can. I then go back to the vending machine but then remember that I can't get coffee cause I'm vegan.
First dream - fragment I was in a big city with my older sister. It was new years eve, and we were going through the city at night. We were going to a big festival, but we've ended up in a disco. My younger sisters friends were partying there, I was drinking wine. After a while we've went out of there. Second dream It was in the flat house of my eldest sister. I was standing on a balcony with my older sister. She was surfing the net, and suddenly she told me that the flat standing in front of us belongs to different developer than the one we're in. Then she told me that our neighbor wants to know if our wending machine works. We turned round and looked at huge, yellow vending machine. She pulled the coin inside it, and it opened. She grabbed one pack of cookies, and I told her that she can take two.
Fragments I was standing in a building like Westfield. I also remember things merging and appearing out of nowhere. Once again there was a transforming vending machine. It was probably Coca-Cola.
Im driving around in my car, i head into a car park and get out of the car, its really sunny and really hot. I see an old school-mate who seems upset, i go to comfort her, she tells me how her baby died and i feel so sad. I ask her if shed like to go for a drive to cheer her up, she says yes. We get into the car and drive around for a while and she makes a move on me, suddenly we are having sex in the car. i drop her back off and drive around a bit more, through a city scape. Lots of streets. I find another car park so i stop off there. There is a vending machine with lots of people queueing for it. I head towards it and there are two girls in front of me chatting, i almost walk into the back of one of them, i laugh and she turns around. I explain the situation and she smiles. We carry on to the vending machine. Its finally my turn and i buy winegums and vimto chews.... I get into the car and wake up
Making Love I was making love to a gorgeous woman, but she wanted to stop. Then I was in a high-school setting. (In waking life I am in trucking school). I wanted to get out of there so bad, so I left about three and a half hours early. I was afraid at first, but later it seemed I wasn't going to get in any trouble. -- Delivering Nothing I was delivering something in a ridiculous personal vehicle. It was like a go-cart or something. I was driving on the highway and I was the only person on the road. I got off at an exit, looked back, and noticed I left the trailer at home. I was going to have to go back home to get the trailer, but instead I ended up in line at a strange machine. I needed a ticket or something. I put in 2 quarters and got a card with two rows of mirrors, one red card with information of some sort, and two halves of a red card, but they weren't ripped. I didn't understand what I was supposed to have or what help any of this stuff offered, and the tickets I got seemed so random, I decided to pay another quarter to see what I would get. I never put in the quarters though. Instead, I dream-skipped into a room with some acquaintances from high-school. I told them I had seen R.B.--someone we went to school with. One of the people asked, "Where does he work now?" I told him I didn't know, or that I didn't ask. The guy rolled his eyes at me as if to say, "You talked to him, but you can't answer the most basic question about what he's doing?!" I explained to him that R.B. and I never hung out in school. We weren't friends, but I had talked to him, so if you want to "go" (fight), we can go right now. I walked up on him and he was a foot taller than I was. I wasn't scared at all, but I said that since that would be immature, than just understand that I didn't know where R.B. worked, so just leave it at that. As an aside, there were two cute girls there. I got a good look at the blonde. She was nice to look at. I then walked over to a cubby hole and found some information I had lost. There were pads with drawings on them and a bunch of other written journals and stuff. It was all very familiar, and I was glad that I had found them. In waking life, I don't have the stuff. I guess it was a false memory. I collected all the material into my arms and that dream ended.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was watching a commercial that looked like it was from the 1970s. There was a black bakckground. In the foreground was a side-lit vending machine. The vending machine was basically a clear, plastic bubble atop a red, rectangular stand. Inside the vending machine were little robots. They were toy robots. An announcer said that the robots were made in Japan. There was a close-up of the robots. They looked like they were made of wood rather than plastic. They seemed to have been made in two or three pieces. A main piece was c-shaped, like an old telephone receiver. Then there was a rectangular shape that revolved within the c-shape. Atop the c-shape was possibly a small, marble-like head. The toy was red with yellow squares running down it. I found something wrong about the toys. They seemed to be projecting a strange message about the body to children. I couldn't believe that the toys were made in Japan. So I tried to get at the toys, for a closer look. I was now on a stage, where there was blue light, like a fake sky, somewhere in the distance, blocked by a number of black scaffolding pieces and stage walls. I walked into a dark, black corner of what now may have been a room. I saw a vending machine. It was huge, and the top half of the sphere was missing, so I crawled right into the bowl of toys. Somehow I found out that the robot toys had actually been made in Germany. But I didn't seem to be able to grab any of the robot toys. Instead I grabbed what I thought was a robot toy, but which ended up being a thin, long pillow with a pink, plushy casing around it. The pillow actually spoke if you either pressed some part of it or pulled a string. The pillow had said something strange, so I tried to make it speak again. I pressed the button inside it and bent it and played with its string. I may finally have gotten it to say something, again something strange. Dream #2 I was in a car with my mom, possibly on a grey day. We had driven up to some hotel, which looked more like a series of townhouses. I was apparently going to stay here for some amount of time, for something like a vacation involving my family, but not quite with my family. We walked into the front office so I could get checked in. Along the left wall there was a whole display of pornographic programs for sale. I picked out one that looked particularly interesting to me, a lesbian porn flick. Apparently you had to get a big card, which was like a DVD, and then a smaller card, which was like a calling card. The larger card was yellow. The smaller card was purple. On its front were photos of pin-up style girls. On it back was a description of the film. Some of the language was porn-like and hot. But eventually the language became the description of some piece of classical art in a museum. I thought, Don't they think that kind of language is a real turn-off? I had walked up to the front desk, where my mom was talking with the worker, a pretty, Asian girl. Behind the desk and in some rooms off to the left, everything was dim. I was suddenly on the phone with my grandmother. I was telling her about some kind of bad thing that had happened in my family, something involving either my brother or sister getting really angry. I was walking around in one of the side rooms, which was now like my mom's living room and kitchen combined. I was kind of getting sick of telling my grandmother about the incident. So I told her that my mom had lunch ready, so I was going to go and eat it. I could see the lunch -- something like a birthday cake with white frosting and blue sprinkles -- being set on a counter cluttered with books and other things. My grandmother was already pestering me to call her back in five minutes. I told her I probably couldn't. I had hung up the phone. My mom, my brother, and I were all in a room like a living room in an apartment. My brother pointed to a picture on the wall and asked if that was by Henry Darger. I said it was and then looked over my right shoulder at it. The painting all seemed to have been made on wood. It looked like it was four large fragments, not quite the whole painting, all within a wood frame of the same thickness of the wood on which the painting was done. The painting was mostly white, and it depicted little girls on a battlefield. My brother had been concerned that this was a fake Darger. I tried to assure him it wasn't. On the opposite wall, right near a corner around which was a dim room, was another Darger fragment. This was painted on a huge block of material that looked like cardboard. The painting depicted two children in a deep, green forest. But the two children were just bellies and legs -- nothing else. They looked like the bottom half of Homer Simpson, except shorter and with green pants. The fragment was shaped like a patch of camouflage, and it hung like a lone puzzle piece in a much larger, rectangular frame of the same cardboard material. I looked closer at the thick fragment. All the colors of the painting appeared to go straight through the carboard, as if you could slice the carboard at any width and find the same picture. My mom started getting hysterical. She said I wasn't paying attention to her problems, and that I'd pay for it. I acted like I didn't care. But then she said something like she had a lot of ways to make me pay, such as getting me arrested. I turned away from her. We were now in something like a subway car. Three kind of trendyh, young men all walked up to me. I thought they were going to start trouble with me, as usual. But they asked me if I wasn't the guy who "that tall, blonde guy had hit on the head on the train." I said I was. They all kind of cheered me on. They said they had all been watching me, and that they thought I'd handled the situation really well. I was trying really hard to remember the situation. But all I could remember was that I didn't get intimidated and I was ready to fight the guy, but that he had walked away. I made some body motions, swinging my body back and forth and holding my fists up. The guys mimicked me. I was kind of hoping the guys would get off the train. I felt like the situation could easily change and that the guys would decide they didn't like me. I tried to change the subject. One of the guys was wearing a t-shirt with the Superman logo on it. So I asked the guys about Superman.
I am in a dark cave-like building with my brother. I am fighting him with weapons from the PSX game, Ape Escape. We each have something like five lives and I beat him the first time with the stun club but he gets me down to one life. I then kill him again after he respawns so he now has four. After he respawns I think, "damn, I should have used the time net, he's going to kill me now." Sure enough, he kills me with his stun club. Later, I am looking at a vending machine trying to figure out what to get. The dream ends.
I was at summer camp with my friend Michelle. I had my suitcase. We had to change for something and I wanted to go into the cabin so I could put away my clothes and use the bathroom, but I also wanted to text my boyfriend without getting my phone taken away. When it got inside, it looked like a very plain house. A couple people came in, an older woman and another teenager, and asked us what we were doing. I said I had to put my clothes away and use the bathroom. I was outside, possibly in a gazebo in what might've been a schoolyard. I was sitting with 3 other people; two black guys and one white girl. I recognized the girl as a classmate of mine, Elodie, but I didn't recognize the two guys. Honestly I don't even remember the one's face. The other, however, was considerably hot, with a smooth chisseled face. He was smoking a cigarette. He asked me my name, and I told him my name was Dani. Then I asked him his name. He told me, but I couldn't hear him. All of a sudden I was in my old middle school's gym, at archery practice. Elodie and one maybe two other people were inside of a vending machine. Elodie was asking me to explain my shooting to her. When I mentioned about the distance, she squished herself against the glass to see. As I was waking up, I received a card, like a credit card, that would open the glass of the vending machine.
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