My Dreams

[theroguechemist]

I saw this new forum, and I have to post...

Starting with the earliest:




(Post all the hell you want) -- (Comments are welcome)
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[theroguechemist]

8:48am Jan 1 - My so-called L.E.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec-->all i remeber is realizing i'm dreaming... details are sketchy. i remember it was clear then but now i forgot. I was running down a street... a cop was running along side me. I easily ran past him and thoguht / said "wow, you really suck ass," because i knew i was dreaming. I stood there, in awareness, wondering what to do. The dream began to fade, and at the last minute I remembered i had to spin. I twirled and it is at that point i believe I lost my lucidity. Wait.. no. I THINK I kept runnning. IThen slowly my lucidyt fades into a normal dream.

Somehow we design/make a cop car. We decide to drive around my neighborhood. There are an unusually high number of cars out. Now were going around our block travelling a thousand mph... we're back home in 5 secs. I was driving... It all was clear... thinking that fast, driving.

Later real cops come and talk to us. We go back to eating our pizza[wtf?] homemade. It's very good btw. :). They ask us questions and eventually leave.

Later I wake up and go on 1 of our computers to dreamviews to tell you all about my L.E. I was 80% sure I had one.

False awakening. I really wape up @ 8:48 and I suddenly notice I feel only about 60-70% sure I had an L.D., because of the false awakening(then i write down).

[theroguechemist]

Dream 1 - Me &amp; Jeremy breaking into garage place... dad waking up

Walking in backyard... dad seems a little wasted. (doesn't car what we were doing).

Dream 2 - Slept over at Jeremy's house. many hot girls sleeping there too. woke him up. "jeremy .. jeremy.. get up" etc.

Car stereo -- linux/windows/mac... haha

Dream 3 - In the kitchen, secretly - (most likely the mentality of bob), eating an oversized choco-chip cookie. :). People in porch. 'food'

[theroguechemist]

I woke up like 20 times tonight. 2am checked watch, 5:30am..

at a friend's house. mexican party or something (?);

carlos in [our] basement: 3:06am listening to music.

me/jeremy on comp tv... reminded me of adobe, pinnacle.

me, Name1, Name2, and Name3 [sorry guys] all had a shared lucid dream... we were at school. no one was there. wandering halls. Name2 jumping off walls. We're lucid! Pulled out a uzi. Shot the cameras. All of us then had guns. I felt ... awoken? etc.

lucidity once again, Level of awareness slightly less, but, I remembered the 1st dream, and took advantage more.

At school again... lunch. i eat the 'cart. Stupid taco crap. Cookie placement is wrong. I eat milk, frieds, 2 cookies. We discuss. 9 dollars in hand. She said 8. I said 10. Flashing/fanning bills.. illegal money is in it

I went back to our tabel, (this is as if I woke up from that lucidty, then went to school the next day), and we starting discussing our "shared" lucid dream.. They didn't experience it.

[/dream]

We had a shared LD? cool

[theroguechemist]

"Stats":
Inner Awareness: 3
Action: 10
Form: 5
Context: 23

Reality Check
When I...
1. Go to school
2. See a hot girl
3. Some is out-of-context
4. hear my hourly chimes
5. feel so inclined to
6. eat.

Goals
In-dream Goals:
1. To learn to remember my intent for Lucid Dreaming
A. Focus my intent
B. Constantly engage in knowing I'm dreaming.
C. Wake myself up with a burned-in impression of the dream
2. To learn to hover: jump, try to stay in air
3. To learn to fly: Move myself. Fly high, low, fast, slow
4. Awareness of my awareness and ultimate lucidity.
5. Summon a door to change setting/scene
6. To indulge in LD details
Out of dream:
1. To improve my recall. [done]

B. Less sketchy, more story-like dreams[done]
2. Record dreams immediately upon awakening.[done]
3. One lucid dream a week
4. To recall 1 dream a night ( &lt; 7 per week)
5. More than 7 a week (7 -14 a week)
6. 2 or more per night (14" a week)

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/9/04:

2 girls talking to me -&gt; talked back. band room - drums - leaving

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bowlling tournament..
rolling it off this bed?! (drawing)
foam balls
I ask for a real one when I win
for pictures

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Bathroom schema.
Computer terminals as stalls
two(dif than ^?) girls again.
talking to me. one was very hot.
she was on a forum, i read a bit of her post.
I was trying to start my computer to hack the shell..
green, "hacking" skin

My brother, who is to the right of me, loads Socom 3, online, plays (showing everyone). the intro is tight. Sun/magma monsters made of light terrorizing a planet. They are charging an opposing force of futuristic machines and tanks. Falling through rock because they are hot and they melt it as they walk. Desert scene. Awesome massive assault.

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/10/04 (Sat to Sun) : 3am-11am

At my house... Nicole was there. We were going to go to a nude beach... For some reason we made our own at the end of my driveway by covering the area with a red tarp with a large X taped to the top. It began to rain everytime. So we ran back inside the garage (she was in the wagon -- I pulled her). In the garage we didn't know what else to do but make out. Did that. heh :). Dream truncated..

Vague recollection: coming home(my family) from some boring event or another. i asked to cook the Frescheta Cheese pizza. did that. My sister heads to the bathroom. I go to my room

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/11/04 (Sun to Mon): 11pm - 6am

At Jeremy's hous, summertime, outside with [kid] family playing, or what you could with, a cheap electronic RC plane. Jeremy mockingly says I broke it. I wanted to keep the frame to make my own good one, and the base (or so until I found out it was merely a lawn chair). I say we should just go to Walmart and buy a kickass one and return it later. I'm sitting in an inner tube with my hands over my eyes, as Jess BBguns a ladybug on the front sidewalk. Jeremy goes and kicks it saying "Hell..". We all go inside; his mom is considerate, his father is sleeping. I believe that was "it".

P.S. Walmart was a recurrent dream, a dream-only department store, a construct of my mind. i saw towering isles, endless isles. Clearence buckets of toys. No personnel. Try to remember...

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/12/04 (Mon to Tues): 10:30pm to 6am

Night of 1/13/04 (Tues to Wednes): 10:30pm to 6am
I had some loose dreams

Night of 1/14/04 (Wednes to Thurs): 11pm to 6am

Night of 1/15/04...

At Jeremy's, in his room. Playing PS2 on bigscreen. Spyro? Icecream sandwich... There's more dreams but I can't think of it all.

Night of 1/18/04 (Sun to Mon): 3am to 11am
(Recording as of 3:33pm) I was at a familiar dream-construct department store. Everything about it seems familiar to me. i was in the back, dimly-lit toys/electronics-merged area. I believe I was looking for a PS2 headset thing. Then Andy, Matt, and Andrew come walking by. New, cool, fresh (blue), clothing. Blah. Forgot the rest. Stupid wasted weekends.

"The more I become like you, the easier it is for you to become like me..."

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/19/04 (Mon to Tues) 10:30pm to 5am
We're driving aweful fast, down CR 43, me &amp; my mom, in a Caravan. Running errands I'd say. Now we're cruising back up to town, too fast in wet waters. It's dreary outside... Wet, sprinkling, grey boring clouds, depressing. Going to Monticello, illegal cross-lane-change on the turn. Tony is there, comments. We're going to the Tony's house for a BBQ ribs meal. Now it is me, Rachel, and Tony, possibly dropped off, possibly deserted, alongside the road. We are near a trail in the woods. The weather is different now, snowing, slushy, and cold. All three of us have a sled in our hands to carry.
We begin our trek. I naturally become a little enraged with my mom not letting me know to bring outdoor "snow stuff." The others mildly laugh. We rest for a second. The rest resulted from failed attempts to slide on our sleds through the snow. Mine was a flat wooden shape. After a brief halt, we continue again. Tony leaves Rachel's sled a short distance behind as she goes and picks it up. There's [dog?] poop on it. Nevertheless, we continue on.
The weather has changed. It is not hot, but enjoyably warm. No longer do we bear our snow slothes or sleds. Tony is a bit ahead, trying to peer over a large, earth-mounded corner. I start walking around... I notice a strange -- earth. A claylike, adobe, a mold. Rusted in color, I see the markings of two giant [beast] bear prints. I call Tony. We speak not of it to Rachel.
We pass the bend-in-the-road and are at an unpassible point. Earth and a giant tree (made of the same dream-earth) block us. Tony is, unsurprisingly, already in the tree. He looks down on me with a fear in his eyes. I see many more prints. Others, too. He motions for me to go first, and I do. I need't only to climb a mere 6ft tree base is all. I am followed by Rachel, and then Tony.
There is a rocky, earthy, cavish, overgrowth cliff to our right. A sharp veer right, alongside a lakeshore, the path leads. I feel no one else will, so I run by, pulling an arc, to catch a glimsp of the corner. There is a standing fear in me also.
I am relieved. I see the campground. I tell my companions, now 4 -- two guys, two girls -- one perhaps Amy. We walk up to the camp. There are fires. There are people. Many cabins and what you'd expect to see.
A man gets up and walks towards us. As we are approaching this camp and this man, I whisper to Tony for him/us to remember to acquire the root password. ("?"... For a campground. Ha.) He greets us. He is very old. We tell him that we are here for the BBQ ribs party. He asks of us, pointing at a tiny grill, what will be cooked. Tony mutters something. Then the man points to a bigger grill with the same question. "Ribs" we say.

I wake up. 1:53am. I think, "Whoa, I drempt all that in only about 3 hours?!" I glance again. 4:54am. I wake up. 25 minutes of writing later, here I am.

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/20/04 (Tues to Wednes) 11pm to 6am
1/21/04

I'm at my dream-construct school, 2nd instance? Possibly an Holtz english class, merged with Meyer, but I start bleeding out of my mouth and nose. My fingers are now covered in blood from touching it. I rip open my chest--a nice, clean cut. No pain. No gushing blood. I pull my heart out. It's white/tan, fibrous, trangular prism-shaed, extremely small, about a large marble. I split my heart open, and laid it in my insides, to absorb blood again. I close my wound. "um.. i kinda .. have, to go to the nurse" i say..

I walk to the middle school, takes about 10 sec (time frame). I go to the nurse. She asks me to show her. i lift up my shirt. The wound has partially sealed. I don't want to open it again. I want to let it heal. I tear it open again, no pain, but a weird feeling nonetheless. My heart is there, still small and shriveled. I can't remember what happened next. Possibly back in school

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/23/04 (Fri to Sat): 10:30pm to 8:30am; 10:30am to --
W.I.L.D. testing.. no luck

Night of 1/25/04 (Sun to Mond): 10:30pm to 4:30am
I, and finally Jeremy and I both, we sneak oout of this super fancy hotel room. We're running up to County Road 98. he has an old telescope (think Columbus). There was some background. He was a pirate captain? His ship? The other "side"? There's a boat out there, to the right of 98, a gothic scene from Pirates of the Caribbean. A cop comes. They tell us to go back. We do. We're now approaching the school, the cops pick us up again, drive us to a door. There's a door open in the back of the school. When we go through, we are back in the lobby of the hotel. We ask the front desk, I do, where [my last name] is. They point somewhere. When we get in, my paarents are up. They see nails embedded in our arms. (1 on each bicep). They take them out. Ouch. VERY peciliar feeling. My dad gets up, "What's goin' on? Oh, ish".. ha

I'm 16!

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/27/04 (Tues to Wed): 11pm to 6am

Making ice cream in home ec type thing. Each person = own station. I already forgot my flavor I was making. I was at the end of say Cub foods (a store) isle. I walked down to Zimm and Kristi, on a perpendicular aisle, asked what to do with the oil in the recipe. I tried looking for it, found only a useless void of plastics and dream "filler" (how predictable). She said we're not using oil. Krisit was making pecan Chips-A-Hoy cookies. No cornstarch/haystack. Just vanilla ice cream. For volume. There was this Spanish dude and some short, mildly hot white girl flirting en español. Something happened and I woke up immediately and directly to my alarm, dream sequence = ok.

Before: Outside, backyard. Trail. Mountainside. Game scene-graphics spawning. Vast hills/mountains, fog. distant, tree covered. Very very cool. Stepping up that on tree at the corner of the trail to see the biggest mountain... We went back home. Going out again--pitch black. unsecure, i was scared. My mom wanted to go. I taped a weak trianlge of tape police tape for security around our back door. Raining, wind.

I spent like 20 minutes trying to repair this gigantic, 6ft tall wine/liquor bottle, 4 different layers, straw down spin. i walked by it: "almost broke that: what if?" next this I know, i'm on the floor trying to fix it. (this is what happens sometimes in my real life and is spawning my suspicions about how real reality really is). Tiny beeds inside wooden tray... Stacking it all up.

Calling card phone by my garage. Me &amp; (who else) Jeremy phreaking. I try unscrewing it. Failed. Stripped the screw.

Additionally, I'm sitting on the porch. a mom, dad, and 2 little girls walk in, mom&amp;dad desert and try driving off in red van. i stop them, trying for about 15 dream minutes of this. Back by my brothers' old fort with unfamiliar kids, that spanish kid from before... I run &amp; pull the mom out of the front door. Dream is resolved.

Up by garage. Tiger (our cat) and two turkeys. Jeremy gently holds one by the neck... I touch a turkey's back, and whatta ya know, it almost bites me. then the cat and the turkey are fighting. It was great. Turkey scrathes my waits. Vivid pain.

Bowing our heads for a Christian prayer. I look up, a glance, Name1 isn't praing, as expected.

That's 7! Count 'em! 7 dreams en 1 night.

Note of expected. I always find, in my dreams, in writing them down, and sometimes in real life, that when I expect something to happen, even if I merely think about the notion of it happening, I find it really does happen. it's so crazy. And yes, I always reality check when this happens.

[theroguechemist]

Night of 1/29/04 (Thurs to Fri): 10:45pm to 5:45am

At school library. Uploaded My-Computer to download.com. Technie showing everyone Perl scripts. Name1 with PHLAK. Jeremy crashed our 4wheeler into Jeff's tree. :pissed:. Same expected thing happening here. He jumped off, and it went boom. There, back at the library. Pictures of rape(?) scenes in medical room that doesn't exist... Locker rooms right there. I had two locks, 0 clothes. Not my locker. Not the real lcoker room. 4wheeler not broken... etc, etc.

[theroguechemist]

Night of 2/10/04: 11pm to 4:45am
Awesome dream. I'm standing before a blond haired girl, about 15 or 16, who is robed only in a two-piece swimsuit. We're standing at a bus stop or something with others. I look at her. She's so beautiful.. She says, "You're hot.. nice abs too". . "You too, " I say. "And you have boobs" .. hehe.. Something like we haven't seen eachother for a long time, since childhood, and we're catching up. She goes on to explain a quiet kid at work and why he has to make verything so awkward. Dream fades. Walking around them people (at the bus stop) as my usual self.

There's that ladybug that's on my floor (in real life).. In my dream, I saw it get up and start crawling again..

Going down County Road 10... My aunt gets mad about God and Jesus Christ. I think I step up to her..

[theroguechemist]

2/29/04 - 2am to 9:20am

I was dreaming. (Naturally, that's what you'd expect :)) .. Dreaming, inside a dream that is to say. I was at this girls house, in her room. She had to go somewhere. I let all my inhibitions go, "Let's have sex." She turned. "Let's make out; or kiss." She walked over. We kissed twice and she said, "what? no tongue?"

Then that dream went away

I'm at my house, in my room. A friend is supposed to me coming over. Doorbell. I grab (2 shirts, black, soft) under my nightstand and I grab the nike and run downstairs. My mom says, from the family room, "what, no one got that?" The screend oor is open, it's summer, and warm. I see a truck parked in the yard, I'm thinking it's probably my friend. It was ^that girl. You don't know how clear she was.. very realistic. As I get on my shirt. We go outside into the garage, talking about her dream. I say "it's amazing, we had the same dream." I contemplate inhibitions, like I did in that^ dream.. She's confused about that same dream thing. We didn't have the same dream, according to her. So i tell her my version. She had this giant foam rocket thing she wants to build. 1lb motor.. That's all i remember.

[theroguechemist]

Well that was an easy 16 posts :-D. I don't really record my dreams anymore, 'cept for the "good ones". Or lucid ones, which i haven't had any. I don't really care, just focusing on remembering dreams. Sometimes they're interesting enough by themselves.

I bid thee farewell with a collection of writings entitled "Manifesto 2"
[quote]Manifesto 2
1:01am - i'm so cold...

I had a dream within a dream today. I awoke from said dream, and i encountered the subject of the dream in what i knew to be real life. We had the same dream. She was so real. That reality was so real. I only awoke to a world i've come to know as reality. the waking life, and the real world.

It isn't real anymore. My distinctions between what is real and what is not have been fading. This reality I am in right now does not feel real. Dreams have been implanting false memories and past recollections into my mind for as long as I can remember. I do not know which are true and which are not.

I can't help but suspect this all is not real. The definitions of what i now know about life are dematerializing. Reality is fading...
1:28am -
There are times I will be blissfully living this life.. I see things, and they are just like a dream. I see things that shouldn't be happening in real life; things I've only seen in dreams. There are instances in life I will think of an event, or action. And a moment later, it happens. Just as it would were I in a dream. Perhaps conciousness itself is an illusion caused inadvertantly by some higher, other, dream state. What is real? What defines real? What if nothing were real? What if this world is more than a dream yet less than real. What if this universe is not real? Not real... What is real? What defines real? A "concious" decision? A blind conciousness that you and I both know is so easily subverted by "dreaming"? How is a dream not real? How is reality real? It is not.. An illusion..

i stare blanky at the stars. i stare for minutes. they disappear. i can't help but feel this, this all, is not real. When i question my reailty, it seems so much to me like a dream. How will i ever really know? I pinch, squeeze, and twist my skin as hard as i can, clenching my teeth, using anger as a sedative. i sweat profusely. i hold my breath for 138 seconds as my body violently shakes and convulses. the pain... it's so warm. My tolerance has risen. There is an alert to my brain, I feel this pain. But pain is an impulse, a message. Pain is not real. The effects are warm and numb. I'm not so cold anymore.

[theroguechemist]

Another dream-- This one was cool.

It was dark; stormy; a vast arena. An arena I could perceive that seemed too big for a normal human's eyes to see. Gothic scene, like that of Lord of The Rings. I was standing on a giant human chess board. The other pieces there composed an evil force. To the straight of me, I look up, and there is a seemingly endless staircase to a castle, no, fortress. A staircase made of brick, modular, suspended in midair. There were occasional empty spots of the enclosed staircase, serving as windows. At the very peak of this staircase, from the windows, came light beams. Light that would touch a player and move him/her. When I looked up at this site, I saw the light flashing in random directions, and lightning in the clouds. There was a raging sea to the far right of me, which contained a more powerful, single-entitied beast. I only remember a washing and twirling effect of these evil entities into the center of the board in a lurid blue color. I woke up.

This wasn't even a nightmare, it was cool. I don't have nightmares. I wish..

[Berserk Exodus]

Your dreams are enjoyable, you type clearly. I wish I could recall as well as you.

[theroguechemist]

Think it, be it... It happened. I had a pASUEDO ! nightmare on elm street.

No, better than that. A complete psychological test to my entire mentality. It was awesome! :-D The dream lasted 20 years, a third of my life! It was extremely in-depth, vivid, and real (aren't they all..). The dream probably lasted for what seemed to be a good 2 hours, but my sense of time, for obvious reasons, was distorted. I woke up and didn't move or talk for the next 30 minutes. Amazing..

So (paraphrasing my rather paultry dream journal description), it was circa 2003. Well, I mean to say 2004. It was dark, I was at home with my sister; the rest of my family away at my cousin's. Worldwide power outages ensue, the zombies are coming... (it sounds retarded but it was cool)

A friend from school had gotten killed just outside our house... My sister and I drove to our family. There was chaos in the streets, fires, rioting, people standing on the streets. That's all I remember from back then...

The world struggled desperately to restore order... For a while it worked. Really it only blinded us into thinking we had fixed something that would never go away. There were frequent reports of zombie attacks and related issues; it was a part of life. I remember going to shop with my mom at the supermarket... That day I savagely deserted her as a mother would desert her child (no jokes here..).. I weeved in and out of aisles... And that's the last I knew of my family...

Since then I've been living with a group of nomadic companions. I don't know their names, it doesn't matter. The people come and go, names are irrelevant. It's sometime 2020. There was a great resistance movement against the zombies a while back, I whitnessed the failure of it all... And now the world is gone.

We were sleeping in a deserted 19th century hotel, a few stories tall. A zombie had come, and we tossed him out the window to be devoured by a grizzly bear down below. Later that night, our leader (me being somewhat second in command) woke me up. We had to leave. They were coming. We woke the others up quietly. Stealth was crucial. I was supposed to take a small portion of change, I refused. Much too noisy and risky, so I proceeded to coax a companion to take it. He was hesitant. He wanted me to take it, but I left. I let him die because of the change. He died.

A few weeks later, I'm somehow an "undercover" zombie at this small warehouse with food in it. A zombie supermarket, hooray. So me and another are stashing food for our clan, and we leave out a back door. Others are waiting in a van parked a few hundred meters away, but they are behind a fence, a poor misjudgement in the plan, and they have to drive around a block. So we run. Run furiously for a hundred meters at a diagonal. A zombie chases us, followed by a whole slew of them. At the diagonal intersection, the van of our people hoard out. There is a panic, but no one is killed.

And how great, my alarm for school. THANK YOU ALARM... eh.

Very good dream.


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Edit 3/26/04--I just saw 'Dawn of the Dead' last night. That pretty much described it all. Kinda weird... PRECOGNITION!!!!!!!!!!!111!!1 no.

[theroguechemist]

yes, got a girl pregnant.

telling her parents..

thinking about the consequences..

glad to wake up. :)

[theroguechemist]

Earlier:
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec--><!--sizeo:9--><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:100%"><!--/sizeo-->In the last 25 minutes of my awakening, I've successfully retackled all the major concepts of my life. All of my mentality. I'm a new person.

Last night, I had 3 dreams. I don't remember them. Well, that's a lie. I remember just enough about them to know that they were more or less pretty unexciting (as my mind would conceive). Their content is not what is important to me. It is the mood that they impose on me once they are gone. &nbsp;

I went to bed worried about life's matters. The dreams always change me. They bring out the true wandering atheist in me. &nbsp;

I had checked my reality. I had smiled, I had roamed, waving my arms. Free expression. I took a shower, one which was spiritual more than cleansing. I resolved so much today. &nbsp;

I am resolved to not care about this life! I was getting so caught up in it all, trying to learn more programming faster, being frustrated about forgetting some of it, not remembering spanish, school starting in two days, applying for a job, getting a girlfriend. But those are mortal things to me. You can easily get confused with all those things, but you (I) always have to remember the ultimate fate of it all. I look forward to death. I do not see my original "static matter" and rotting corpse... I see a spritual experience. I see ending friendships, rembering the past, smiling, happy to die. Not as if I want to.. I do, but it's not that way. I will be ready to die, and I will smile. This, this death of mine, this is it. It is finally here. I will smile.

Music. A mortal thing, I had thought. Music is only so extensible. It can only change your mortal body's mood. It won't truely change you.

I had cared for a baby as well. And I changed it back into ordinary matter. &nbsp;

I am anew. &nbsp;

Lets let this last.<!--sizec--></span><!--/sizec-->
What was I on? :P

[theroguechemist]

Had a cool dream today.. Is as follows

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec-->Waiting on this avenue, 5th St style, Monticello style roads. Lots of people. Joy in air. Summertime. A day outside.

I'm in this building alongside the street. My mom says to wait in car. That one guy is by there. Hitting on his girlfriend. She leaves. I get into the car, and in a moment he gets inside too. I say "I'm only in here cause my mom said it'd be a while.." He says "oh."

The car starts moving. I'm steering from the passenger seat. I pull a U-turn at this T-style intersection.

Now we're going downhill, faster. I turn off the car. We're still going about 30mph. We pass the inn/building place where my mom is at. I fumble into the driver's seat. We pass the plaza-type place (I guess you'd of had to see it :)). Nice.

Now it's a beach to my straight/left. Lots of people. Giant sandstorm thing about 100 lateral feet to my left, about 100 or 200ft tall. Kinda like them Moses-sea-splitting-movie-make scenes. I didn't really notice anything was wrong. We were still going forward in the car.. I kept staring at this.. wall. It stretched for miles. People were running. It was approaching slowly, towering, collapsing. Wall of sand. Tital wave. Canyon.

I turn around the car. I am running with the people, back to that road, parallel to this wonderous thing. The awe! I kind of think a narrative thought as "The people ran desperately, and as I drove."

I started driving with these people. Meanwhile, the wall approaches. It's so big, Spectacular, Monumental. There's a low-pitched roar of the movement too. The driving is only so much better; we're driving on sand.

Now we're about to where that road ended (plaza just ahead on that road), and suddenly, the wall, parallel, to my left (not the sand thing, the .. other .. bounding.. wall... thing.) ends, and there is a beach to the left, and a wave comes in.

The sand wall engulfed us all; we were so close...

--Alarm--
Ooh, and more dreams
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec-->In my room; w/ laptop and gameboy SP as b-day presnt. jake (a cousin) was then there

at a friend's house. Watching John Titor on tv. (A movie). I'm uncomfortable, so I sit on this non-functional chair. So I get a stool. Then when I return to this place, it is now a twisty-computer chair. (--&gt; &lt;-- close to lucidity i suppose) Kept leaning back and hitting something behind me.

That movie--.. BEHOLD, i have discovered the true identity of 'John Titor', it's that one 6th sense kid! Honest! haha.. The movie--he was bringing back a lot of lined-paper from his future (i suppose for chronological -- .. -- ACCORDANCE). Stuff like papers, documents, journals. Just about 11 single sheets.

Then I have scribbled (notably with a big arrow from the phrase "gameboy SP"), "hooked it up to my laptop, continued john titor movie"

heh.. I wrote that with a yellow colored pencil under a blacklight (looked like pencil!).. imagine my surprise..

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[theroguechemist]

4 girls.. 1 shower.. interesting dream

I was running across this college campus thing, trying to physically beat this other guy there. We were racing for a job opening. I got there first and I walk in. It's a hairstyling place or something. There were three booths or whatever to my right. Each had a very strange object. On the last was the manager herself. She was 'hip', skinny, about 35, black hair, kind of scary look to her, maybe a smoker.

The next thing I know this last booth morphs to a gateway, a hole in the building to the other business, it just so happens to be an exact parallel of this lady's business, with her twin sisters there. I'm standing by not 1, but now 2 twins of my own, for a total of four people. Quadruplets I believe.

So now we all come together, or so it would seem as my mind camera zooms out to include all of us. There's rivalry between these two business/sides. But then, the girls morph into a much younger, naked, blond, looking women. We come very close and it's like everyone is groping each other in pure darkness. This portal to the other business than morphs into a shower.

The girls are undressing me, and I finally notice I am in my swimming trunks. When those come off, I am now aware of only one female, crouching below to my right side. I touch her and she stands up and faces me. I hold her close to my body and that's about it.

Everything in the dream then "morphs". By morphing, I mean, these things change their relationship to me, as they are totally different objects, but it is as if it "was like that" the whole time. This is where it gets stupid.

The shower morphs into my little pet mice "home" thing, the girl(s) morph into this moldy toadstool/toy thing inside this "home", and for some reason or another, I can recall looking at a section of my floor in my room and remembering it was covered in bits of that same mold. Yellow stuff.. The "job" I had raced for, this then morphed into a purposely-sought-out detention from school.. And the last thing I remember about this dream was sitting in 2nd hour class at school, with this kid in front of me, J.T., . well, I get this note from the right, it's yellow like a detention slip but it's something else. I can't remember. I motion for J.T. to take it but he doesn't want it. As if it matters, I remember there being a nickel being passed along with this note.



Other bits and pieces from the night: A small snake on the corner of my bed.. Being outside with a friend, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and I told him not to (he would never do this in real life), but he insisted anyway and my mom came out really pissed..

[theroguechemist]

It's been a while... This place is getting too damn big :?

Anyway, as to finally regain my legacy:
(holy sh8t, did you guys know you can press Alt+b/i/u and more for the tags? amazing.)

the dream
background: it was centered around a school scene. there was a weird moss/alien organism/[spaghetti noodles and green stuff] infestation at the school. It emitted a potent vapour that, when inhaled, caused oneself to be infected and eventually turn into the noodles. a hopeless takeover of the world.

after much *dream*(encountering the moss, walking around, etc) of stuff, i found myself in a classroom. I grabbed my books and just walked out of the classroom. in the hallway, i just dropped my books all over and kept walking slowly, like a stoner, moderately staggering, with a fixed, empty gaze (like shock).

i was leaving.

that's all i chose to remember.

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Yeah, big plans..

[theroguechemist]

Why this dream owned so much: ditching, stealing, nitrous oxide, nudity, and guns.

I took two melatonin 3mg pills before bed at midnight, woke up at 5:45am for school and slept until 6:30am.

I was dreaming. Joel &amp; I had ditched. We were in my car on Highway 10 in Elk River. The 30mph part. Out to my right there was a cooler like that at our school, but instead of milk it had whip cream cans. Boxes full of them. I grabbed one but chose another instead that had more of a lid on it. As we drove a little more there was a guarded checkpoint thing in the road. We stopped and the staffman eyed in the car very suspiciously. We then drove on.

The dream scene changes and now I can sense vast open air and we are on a shipping port. We're sitting on an empty crate after grabbing a turkey sandwhich stacked up on another crate. I finished about half the sandwhich when I bit some bad meat and then a guardsman "catches" us. For some reason "we are caught".

The guardsman is now two federal agents escorting us--Agent Smith from the matrix and some black guy. Coming to a parking lot, I ditch left and Joel then follows. They get in their unmarked cruiser and quickly chase me.

I dodge in between two parked cars, then crawl over one space left. The feds open fire onto the car 2 right with a mounted minigun. I stand up after and am like, "Wow, that was cool."

Then we are all standing there--the four of us. I start sobbing and walking towards the black guy, lean right, and I grab his pistol and point it at Smith.

"Don't fucking move."

I think that the gun may not be loaded or "armed" so I check for a safety switch and hit that, then cock the gun, and I shoot it in the air. I do it twice more. "Wow, nice shit they give you--no recoil."

Then I lead the hostages (I thought against leaving them there to call for backup) to the federal car but there is no chain fence like in cop cars. Joel says, "hey what about that?" and points to a hot girl getting into her car. We walk over and invite ourselves in.

Joel is in the front passenger seat with his arm extended outside holding a sitting, naked, hot woman. I'm behind the driver's seat (a girl) with a dowel fingering the naked girl. We drive somewhere or something.

Now Joel got separated and I'm at Jeremy's house drying to dial up to the internet. His net doesn't work so I'm like "well fuck that" and leave. I go to my house and get on the net there. My website suscription ended _that_ day 10-11 hours earlier it says. Stupid boring shit happens and I wake up.

[theroguechemist]

I'm thankful to Dreamviews that I can say I've remembered my dreams for the past week.

Today's dream(s): Campfire style deal, with dark, black skies and stars out. I hear a "Oh my God! What is that!" and I look/hear in that direction. There's a big rocket/spaceship launch that crashes into the earth, spewing thousands of gallons of liquid oxygen and hydrogen in the air, which soon explodes in a only-in-a-dream realism of sound/color. You really had to be there. This soons engulfs our forests/trees.. right by our house. Oh my God. The house is going to burn down. Instantly I'm running inside as memories of all the "what if the house burnt down"'s come pouring into my mind. I grab my money, I'm staring around my room.. What to grab!? Anyway, so nothing happened of that.

Playing paintball. I suddenly realized where they would be, and I looked over to the lounge-hall and zoomed in, I see him, zooming in, so slow, I fire, I fire again, I get hit. Pretty coold dream. (That's just a part of it)

Anyway, there's one more but it's pretty weird/interesting. I don't think it'd make too much sense if I transcribed it here today.

Well, have a good life!

[theroguechemist]

God-damn! Zombies again!

The plot/mood: Zombies taking over the world. Desperate struggle for survival. As before.

Mixed chrono's and recollections. Sorry.

Earlier: Took 2 tabs "ecstasy" (Bunk shit -- codeine + acet), 150mg 5-htp, 6mg melatonin, 4mg b6, 40-50mg caffeine. Go vitamin supplements!

Fell asleep at 1am, woke up at 9am. This is early for me.

In the dream, I remember being at school. There was this girl following me [seemingly again.. as if I realized, in the dream, that I've had a dream like this before]. I continued walking past/down the line of buses. She turned around. I followed her, secretly. I know this girl. She is attractive. She eventually turns off into some appartment buildings. I don't remember much anything more.

I'm at school, I missed the bus because of said above. I see a teacher there down by the district office. I was going to walk home (6 miles) but it seemed unreasonably far and uncomfortable with my large pack. I saw this teacher dialing on a payphone. I found at least 4 quarters in my pocket (from before.. idk). I called my dad/sister to pick me up as I start walking home.

I remember food/groceries... Probably not.

I'm at a home/mansion construct (interesting??).. No, it was somewhat of a motel/resort. My cousin's family and him were there. We were staying in rooms. I don't remember much. A zombie infected one person here, posssibly a relative. The face was unrecognizable (as I found out later). It was that double-faced agent/alien on "The Arrival". My sister and I were now on our driveway, at night. We got in her car (which I remembered to be parked there in the garage from our trip home from school "earlier"). She was driveway backwards (not too well I might add!). It was night. She turned on her bright lights as the [first] zombie starts chasing us, and I turn my head and steer.

(Hey I remember driving a stick-shift in this dream!!! I was doing good!!! It was in a double-dream because my brother asked "how'd u do?" while I "imagined"... Only 1 mishap! I was great! I knew I can do it!) Good ole Lucid Dreaming is great. Like that Rehearsel for the Living. Great stuff! I'll have to see if it helped! (I've only driven 1st gear...)

Anyway, backing up into this T-intersection/hill, hard brakes, zombie slams front of car, we accelerate and turn right, running over him. I know we can't kill him. But it still hurts them!!! lol... If you can't kill them, at least make them suffer.

(Now I remember making a deal with one cop-zombie. I ask that he can wait and just do it a little while later. That and peacefully or something. He brings out this tiny device. It has about 6 different colored holes in it with an accompaning needle. He says, "Red, orange, red.. green blue." I am curious. "So these are all different poisons?" I ask. "Yes. But we use this specific combination for the results that you have been seeing" (is what I concluded in my mind at least. ) Good guy, he was. Letting me off with just a warning! (metaphor) :)

(Reminder, on tv, a day before, I witnessed "The X Files"... About zombies. And a drug that slows/stops respiratory conditions. A state of paralysis.)

Another clipit: In this camp-area. My uncle and his wife have this giant (only in a dream) house/tent/snap-together-garage "kit" style building. Steel skeleton, clearish plastic walls... It becomes known, yes, the zombies are outside and are coming in. We are shaking the walls and pills are falling and sliding down, and coming out. Two unnamed varieties (OxyContin??) and one is by the name of Percodent. Or something. Opiates, I do believe. I was excited and shaking the walls feverishly, desperate to get every last pill! lol... I remember huddling on the sides scooping about 3 handles of assorted pills into my left shorts pocket. We escape out the back and follow my uncle as he leads us out the back door and through a secret trail in the woods (ooh!). It is night.

At the end of the trail, we're still not "OUT" of the camp and there are still more guards. So I remember something of the sort of... They got caught, I'm outside with that cop-zombie pleaing for a till-the-days-over extension, looking at my "friends" in this lighted, empty train car.

The extension is granted. I feel relieved. I was kind of hoping for some sort of "ID!" or "BADGE!" to carry around to show all the other would-be attacker zombies to not to kill me, but none was given to me. That's okay, I ran into no troubles.

At home, I believe I do that double-dream, practicing my manual transmission driving. EZ! I remember talking to my sister. I remember downing 2 percoden pills remembering it'd make for a good "trip"... (Hey, I "knew" I couldn't die from these so why not take two to alleviate some future pain?) I remember talking/showing/sharing to my cousin our stories of the day, the pills I found, telling him that "dude I don't even want no weed right now." I don't smoke weed. "Earlier" he gave me this "code" to "hook me up" at school. I believe at this point/paragraph in the dream, my conciousness became tired of the dream and started to sway from the storyline... And then I woke up. Lol, oh yeah, and remembering "I'm not going to die a virgin!" and trying to take care of that too. Yep. :D That and a strong desire that these horrible turn of events would turn out okay and there would be no more zombies and I would be left with a shitload of pills. Lol..

Have some cool dreams now... I did!

[theroguechemist]

*Bows, thanks everyone for the page views.* I'm almost winning! haha..

Frankly, I don't really care because dreams are pretty meaningless (in the sense that YOU don't have any connection to them) unless they are your own; I find it difficult reading other peoples' dreams. Anyway. Three dreams to update.

El Dreame numero uno (That's spanish for "get off the phone"..it is, seriously!)
So what happened. Ah yes. I remember being at my best friend'se, which, in all the best dreams, was morphed in a sense that doesn't exist in real life. (It doesn't look like that in real life). But of course, I didn't realize it and become lucid because I'm an idiot! ("You stupid idiot!" *slaps child*) jk. I found a prescription pack of OxyContin pills and got excited about it about it and woke up.

The 2nd dream that I felt about enlightening you all about
Well this one was just odd. All I remember was a crazed mix of somewhat being at school, or like on a field trip, or just at a party (because I go to lots of parties.. (sarcastic? only kind of)). I was railing coke. Totally weird. But awesome. Subjectively, I don't remember much of the experience. I've found that in my dreams experiences I've never experienced.. well my mind isn't that creative enough to put something in there. So it's kind of a nothingness. Anyway, the only thing I got out of this is a view that shooting coke at school would be so cool. To try and just have fun for a day. But anyway. Yes. wee

And finally, number 3
Well this one was last night. I was at a friend's house sleeping over. It was this insanely cool First Person Shooter / Strategy duplex gamemode game it was so cool. First thing the main menu well like I went into mini missions/training exercises. Well on the screen when you select the mission it shows a 3d aerial view of the 'course' with the enemies on it, etc, some had huts.. Idk that selector thing was neat. I chose one with 2 enemies. Game starts. I get fragged by a grenade! That fucker! Restart. (mind you, I'm now the character, not just playing the game). So I restart and run down and dodge the grenade. We walk around the thatch fence and I shoot one guy with a sniper rifle, and I charge the other dude as he blindly aims a pistol at me, firing. I got him. Anyway, so that's all I really remember.

Have fun and uh.... I don't know. NOFX is a good band. I SToLZ ThIR Cd!!!! (jk)

Today is looking to be a beautiful day! I'm going to go outside and do something today! Weee...

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[theroguechemist]

Two dreams today my friends

I remember a guy coming to my house in his car. Appearantly this was an angry neighbor that was pissed off with my continued fast driving through the neighborhood (hey, come on.. 55 isn't that bad :D). Anyway, he was looking at the car in the garage (that I always drive) and was writing the plates down.

This one was cool. There was this girl, and this guy. His name was Happy. These two are going out. Happy is appearantly a drug user or a person with "problems" in his life. Happy is a negative influence on this girl's life, who wants to get out of it all. She wants to stop. But she loves Happy, who's a really great guy despite his problems. So she goes and checks into this apartment complex without telling him, but she runs into him on the way. What proceeds is a cinematic-style slideshow of clips of these two spending time together, laughing, and having fun. Happy then follows her back to her new room, but when they get there, the girl says "Oh, hang on, I forgot something in my car." The girl splits and never comes back.

Then I woke up and to a phone call at 1:30pm. I had to drive up to town to get a laptop to sell on eBay from a friend. I had to be there in 10 minutes, and my sister says she needed her car in 15 after that. I took a shower and drove, like 80. Passed this one speed-limit-following truck in a no-passing right before a turn. :shock: lol.. Like the second I got in the other lane it turned to a no-passing zone.. heh

Yeah.

Anyway.. goodbye.

[theroguechemist]

Awesome dreams, from what I remember...

The earliest was of some sort of sporting event, a show, an Olympics. At first there was some sort of running.. Or something. Then that ended and like curtins were pulled over that small portion of the gym and the runners were packing up and leaving. On the main floor tennis started. I was playing this game of tennis for a little while. Then I strolled on back behind the first curtins (they were a maze, with tunnels and doors and whatnot) and saw/remembered that runner is still here, now finally leaving. He was sitting on the floor untying his shoes and putting them into his bag.

The next thing I remember I'm at some sort of beach house. A very small, cramped quarter's house with steep, creaky staircases and whatnot. A friend was there too. Anyway, I remember me somehow having about 50 ecstasy capsules. I was happy and elated. So I *somehow* ended up with about 25 of these *dissolved* into a solution of a water bottle which I carried around. I took a swig, about 1 capsule's worth and had a pretty good, mild night. The next day I wanted to do it again but I realized I couldn't because of the nature of ecstasy, with all it's "losing it's magic" if you repeat it so soon... Then I began to feel sad for a few moments realizing I don't have any more [convenient] capsules and I had to dissolve them all. Then I remembered I didn't.

Now imagine if the hours/classes of a high school day, were seemlessly molded/matched/corresponded with a room of your house. Try to let your mind wander on that and pretend those concepts can be linked. I was in "1st Hour" room of some house, and there was this kid I kind of know sitting on a piano bench. He asked, "Are you rollin'?" I said "yeah" and made some very obvious gestures to connotate the meaning, of which he did the same. That was a cool moment for me. Later that "day" I started questioning this event's reality. Did it really happen? When did this happen? Was this this morning? Wow... It feels like it was a dream... Damnit. And so came a very intruiging feeling..

Now I was driving my school bus, and everyone on it home. For some reason. That I don't remember. I was taking a left on this road (yes, this isn't my bus's route, yes, these people don't ride my bus..), but I took it too wide and eventually landed the bus into the ditch, with about 2 feet of thick, dense mud. I put the bus in reverse and backed out, turning, now facing "right". I went "right" (which was straight at the time), and this girl, probably Christy, told me to just pull into a house and turn around. Good idea. I did that and there was some guy outside looking at me. Anyway, did that. Then we were driving across that intersection, past it, down the road a little bit, and we have to stop or something. Christy runs up to the house on the left, for some reason. Then there are all these people I know from around where I live and such. They're on bikes and saying "just ditch her, lets go home right now". I just remember them biking off into the distance...

Now I'm on that same road, but it's the hallway of a hospital. Someone I know, say that runner from above, or the friend in the hours thing, was a doctor and does surgeries and whatnot. So I walk in and I see like 5 coolers/cases of organs and whatnot and my acquaintence grabs one and runs off. I grab one too and start walking into the hospital, I'm at a corner of two hallways, and down both is utter chaos. Yelling, rooms full, surgery in the halls, pushing, etc.. I see this fat kid that is pretty much an ass to a lot of people (at our school) and he's a cop. He says something. So then he shoots down the hallway towards me. "Well get the fuck down then!" lol So I lay down.

Now I'm in my mom's car, seemingly being detained, like I was on the floor above. Funny how the "concepts" of a dream morph the reality/surroundings.. Anyway, this kid was still there, but now were on the road again, the cars at the intersection. I'm behind the driver's seat crouched down looking at all these weapons in there, anti-tank ammunition, armor-piercing bullets, exploading, fragmentating volatile weapons. I see that last one sitting there, pointed at that kid. I'm looking around for stuff to hit the firing pin with. I see the gear shift, and then I understand to use the seat belt buckle. I hit it, it fires, explodes near him, he starts running towards me and firing as I (just now realized) to get out and instead of RUNNING away, just to take the damn car! So I did and I'm basically gone. I'm speeding very very fast and now the theme is "end of the world" and who gives a fuck. I swerve on the turns, I'm going abotu 150 and slowing down from same-lane traffic I almost rear-end someone. I turn left, and I slide the back end of the car, just like in the movies!! Suddenly everything in this dream was basically fullfilled and it ranked to be kick-ass. I was getting on this other road without stopping and I see no cars going left, but there's a car coming right that would hit, but I'm moving and I know I'll be hit but I keep going.. going.. BANG I'm hit, twist, and I'm fine and the car still drives...

I woke up a little later.

[theroguechemist]

At around 11pm or so I ingested (6) 2mg B6 + 3mg melatonin tablets, about 3/16" in diameter with pop and chips. DXM has really messed with my abilities to swallow things via liquids (pop usually), so the chewed up chip "paste" worked great. None of this matters however, wtf am I saying.

Anyway, I went to bed at around 2am, reluctant to stop programming. I've been at it non-stop for about 2.5 days now, eating about 3 meals between it all, changing clothes about once or twice, and showering little, only about 2 times. Programming was manifesting my life. But I remembered melatonin [can] act to reset your sleep schedule, so I knew I had better get to bed as soon as possible to avoid further screwing up my sleep schedule.

The bed was cold, as these shitty "summer" days have been going, but I fell asleep in about .5 hours without usually staying up later, brought up by mental activity pre-sleep (THINKING).

I woke up at 8:36am, the earliest I've waken up in quite some time. I remember it was a slow, peaceful wake up. I had just dreamt that I was in my room, but my friend had slept the night over (he has left for CA about a week prior), and I had a false awakening, explaining to him my weird dream. It was weird, this concept, to be absolutely sure of awakening and even recalling a dream. Heh. Yes, I awoke slowly and when my eyes opened I saw the sleeping bag I had thrown out of the center of my room; it looked amazingly convincing that there was a person inside. I was unsure whether my friend really was there, if it was my brother, a friend of his, etc... I fell asleep a shortwhile later.

I remember getting a friend's gameboy advance. He wanted me to sell it on eBay for him. While "inspecting" the unit, I now notice that it had manifested itself into different forms, sometimes an SP, sometimes a DS. I remember going through the entire User Interface of the thing trying to make the screen brighter, to little or no avail. After I did I wanted to keep it for myself. I remember the box he gave me, about the size of a briefcase, but the filler was auto-store nuts and bolts, in small boxes that were kind of falling apart. That was kind of shitty, "What am I going to do with these?"

Next, I rememeber staying at a friend's house. This house, of course, was different in some ways than in real life. We were watching a movie, him, me, his sister, and his parents. I probably would remember a lot more about this movie as I feel that this dream spent some time in this scene. Anyway, I eventually got called over to the washroom by this girl, of whom I know. This girl and my friend apparently just took a shower together, but, my friend already has a girlfriend so I was disturbed a bit. Anyway, this girl and I then took a shower together. I won't say much more (nothing happened, ok!? lol) but it was really cool. I really thought I was concious through it all, it seemed so much like real life. So much. Ha. Then my friend's sister got mad because she found out about it and we all had to go back to watching the movie.

I believe this is where the dream scene changes from that room to inside of the movie. It had a very '60s theme to it, greasers, old fashioned cop cars, deserted and shitty playgrounds. I remember being one of these frat members, or SOMETHING, I do not know. It was a club of some sort, an association. Anyway, maybe a school. We were ditching and leaving for a "meeting" across town and everyone was running. Then I started sprinting. I was the 2nd fastest one! That sand really sucked, then it got windy. I remember initially doing some limbo [running from cops?] or something beforehand.

I woke up at 10am, again, slowly. I heard life awaken downstairs, starting with the microwave, probably for hot water, for coffee. I remember hearing someone walk into the bathroom, just about as I was going to leave to take a shower, and hearing someone throw up. Probably my brother, heh. Weird feeling then ensues.

Amazingly, but a little unsurprisingly (as I've been away from it for almost eight full hours), I don't expliciting want to program right now. But I will as I have an agenda of fun, easy, stuff to code today, registry!

This is the earliest I've gotten up in over a month, 10am.

That's it, DreamViews. 'Till next time, I'm out.

[theroguechemist]

Preparation: Had watched an episode of "Family Guy" in which Brian gets addicted to cocaine and goes to rehab. Went to bed at 1am, woke up at 7am to an alarm, got up and to my computer at 8am.

I was with a friend, and another person. Us three we're sitting down in a field near a highway, a place that is near my house, at night, illuminated by the repeated flashing of the radio tower's lights, starlight, and the moonlight. There were a few assorted marijuana pipes and bongs surrounding us, and little 6" tall table for working. My friend had purchased a gram of cocaine. He had it here and took out (2) 50mg bumps, for a nice first dose of .1g. I don't remember what he experienced, but it was nice and over in about 10 minutes. Then my friend had to go somewhere, for a little bit. We saw a police car drive by on the road near us. We sat there, silently, and watched. Then another policed car proceeded on the same path. This time I held the bag of cocaine. Finally, more cop cars followed, a total of about 7 or 8. The side of the cop cars said "Vancouver". I took a hit of cocaine. Suddenly, this dreamlife seemed to enter fast forward motion, and I could think very clearly, like spawning multiple threads of thought in my mind. We were waving and yelling wildly at the cop cars, who we concluded were on some sort of convoy to Vancouver, so we were like k3wls and welcomed them to our town. Then I was flying a helicopter around wildly and doing tricks. I was flying under this bridge.

Then I entered a very cool mindspace. I wasn't lucid to realize I was in a dream, but I realized I had all the capabilities of a lucid dreamer to control my surroundings, being able to contorl this energy, this matter to whichever ways I wanted to create horrendously vivid and lifelike visualizations. I visualized my future path with the helicopter under this bridge, pausing time for a split second as this thought spanned only an infinitely small amount of time in the real world (dream).. Then I questioned what it'd be like to write a 3d book. Well I was in this 3 dimensional book allocation and started creating sentence indexes all over that were located in a 3 dimensional universe exactly like ours, but shifted so that it is completed invisible to us. In this way, this 3d book was made up of purely sentence indexes.

With all these things happening almost simultaneously, or within about 30 seconds, I woke up from the speed and excitement of it. Very cool.

[theroguechemist]

Just replying to an online message board using a gateway tablet pc, brand new, using wireless internet available 24/7 at a Quality Inn in the great city of Winona, MN. (w00t)

Anyway, the one and best dream I had was of I was at a friend's house, on his computer, during like 3am. I dunno what I was doing.

Then I went out driving in my car because I was board and no one was online. I was speeding and whatnot with loud music. Then I came up to this intersection of a major highway and I saw a Krispy Creme's and I wanted to go buy some, since I did have 20 dollars (conveniently). Well I pulled into there and then I see a cop right there and he gets on his mega phone and is all "pull your vehicle over. illegal left turn. blah blah blah i am a stupid cop" anyway so I pull over. But so does some other person. It wasn't me who broke the law. So anyway then I meet this girl in the parking lot of krispy creme's but I can't exactly remember what happened. Just a bit of stuff but I remember becoming lucid and realizing, in an ecstatic thought, "This is the best fucking dream ever!", like everything was just compounding and conforming together to make a great combination... So good, this dream was, I woke up, at this fantastic $98/night "Quality" Inn, and I reviewed the dream in my head. Then I went lucid [again] and realized I just had false awakening and started recalling a dream (this has happened to me before, like 2-3 dreams back (up there ^^^)).. But *then* I realized it was all in my head and I actually *did* wake up and start recalling my dream... Wow, so that's the first time I geniunely thought the real life was a dream world. Probably attributed to the disorientation, confusion, and/or grogginess of waking up.

Well, that's all I feel like explaining, and sadly, that's all I remember from this night. G'night DreamViews.. Till Next Time..

[theroguechemist]

Few more today.. The night started off normally; came home from work, was bored, decided to munch on some melatonin. Well, I finished 23 pills in 6 minutes, downing it with a Mello Yello pop. For a total of: 69mg melatonin + 46mg vitamin b6.

When I first woke up during the night, my clock said 2am-some. I realized I woke up from a dream. This dream was a genuine nightmare! It was pleasing to wake up and realize it wasn't real. Anyway, the dream was about this..

It was at my house. It took place outside of the usual 1st-person camera, it was somewhat omniscient. Every morning inside this dream my body would be outside, on the lawn, dead/drugged cold inside of a heavy body bag, or a duffle bag style thing.. And each time my family would go out and find this bag, and open it, there would be a very haunting note inside of it that was reminiscient of some sin I've committed sometime in my life or another. Sins I've totally forgotten about. But the note was attached to an object. This object only intensified the authority of the words, meaning "they speak the truth". Anyway, I would come to and be haunted by these riddles. They were cryptic, but made sense; I couldn't even begin to try to transcribe one here, because I've forgot. And this process would repeat for what seemed to be about 5 continuous days in a row. And when I was walking inside I was reflecting upon the entire situation. It was as if a satanic person has been watching me my entire life, a Godlike powers to perceive all my thoughts and everything. But then I pondered that it could be some super-natural being (with accompianing super-natural powers) that was haunting me, something straight out of a movie. And that night, I kept reflecting these thoughts, desperate to not fall asleep, or at least stay concious through the process, or something to learn more. When I feel asleep in the dream, I woke up in my bed.

After realizing it was a dream, a nightmare, I looked at my clock again, it read 5am-some. I don't know if I dozed off again or if I just misread it the first time. Probably the second.

Another dream of mine I was in a great department/grocery store. I was working there, with a coworker of mine. He was trying to steal stuff. It was like, we'd turn off the power to the store and get stuff, then when it turned back on, the security cameras would be off for a few seconds which gave us a window. This dream was a bunch of deliberation and talk of security procedures and trying to find weaknesses in it. No big deal.

Another dream "clipit" I remember is a tiny baby kitty transforming into a full grown leopard, screaming and howling at some other beast.

And the best part of this night that I can recall (besides the nightmare itself) was recalling the nightmare to a friend inside the dream. This is a prevalent feature I am finding in my dreams. I have about one false awakening per "good" or "long" dream of mine, in which I find myself either mentally or verballing, to a friend, recalling the dream and reflecting on it. I woke up and I got an eerie feeling, remembering that I had already recalled this dream...

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It was neat though, because in the morning, I'd wake up at about 8am. For the next two hours I'd lay in my bed, too lazy to move or get up, and doze off into sleep again, having a dream "clipit" that lasted maybe 10 minutes inside of the dream, while in real life, when I awake again, lapsed only about 4-12 minutes. So needless to say, I had a fun time with this time. And the best part of it all, when I finally did get up (10:20am), it was still on the early side of the day; it's not like I slept it all away [again].

[theroguechemist]

I was in this very strange house or mansion. I remembered it, I must have had a dream here once before. I climbed this ladder on the wall and reached this small ledge where I could sit. This was like the library or something, and I found a few more special books up here that seemed familiar. I must have thought I had taken something or was under the influence of something because I remember that this dream was completely pschedelic in nature. I had trouble seeing and weird thoughts and concepts would come to life. I can't even explain it. Psychological testing grounds. I was staggering around, when I'd focus on a point I would be transmitted there, I remember feeling like I was glued to the floor. It's hard to explain, I don't even know what exactly happened or what I was feeling..

Anyway, I strolled on and found myself in a hotel room, probably 3rd floor. The dream was probably here for a little while but then I went out and found this arcade. I must have been with friends because I was excited and ran into the arcade, thinking of what fun / havoc I could find here. There were pinball machines, them big stuffed animal grabber things, shoot-em-up games, and there was a popcorn machine in the far back. I wanted popcorn! It was self-dispensing for like 1 dollar. Then we found another popcorn machine, a lot fuller, but it costed 6.79 for about the same size. Anyway, we ran into a rival "gang" there or something.

Then I remember talking to a female friend for a little while in this dream. I can't remember what about but it didn't really matter, it was a fun time.

I don't remember much more of anything really, but I have an impression that I had about 3 more dreams after this that I can't recall. Perhaps they will spring to my mind sometime today.

[theroguechemist]

The last few days have been pretty fun...

To start, I have had no work since Tuesday... until Tuesday, so the break has been awesome. Friday night a movie never materialized because people were unorganized and stupid (My friend and I were going to eat 3 special brownies, respectively, each.. heh). I didn't make it up to the football game because I didn't have a car by the time I got done with a game of C&amp;C Generals against my friend, whom of which I won. Fun game. Later that night Cassy and her fam picked me up and we were going to just watch a movie at her house. lol.. That never happened, we all fell asleep after playing Red Raction on PS2 and watching Conan.

The next day I left by 11am because my mom needed her car back. Oh yeah, I didn't get picked up, I drove over there, I forgot. Well my friend Jeremy didn't need 65 dollars for his cellphone anymore because he wasn't going to go to the store that day. Instead, I stayed home Saturday and played another multiplayer game of C&amp;C Generals (4 against 4). My computer can barely handle that game as it is... (Stupid Gateway.com crap my dad ordered that practically doesn't even have a video card in there)

Well I talked to Sam and Lauree and Cassy and we all went to Team America: World Police (one of my favorite movies of all time) at 4:45pm. I went to town to eat breakfast, a 6" subway (because I was stressed for time) sandwhich, then picked up Cassy. On the way to pick up Sam and Lauree, I was going about 82mph thinking about how I'm so lucky I haven't hit any animals or anything, because that's about the only thing that could fuck this up (speeding). Not more than 5 seconds later, a deer sprints across the road from the right ditch; consequentially I slow down considerably. I see another baby deer about to make the trek but I speed up because I sense if I don't I will collide. It is true and it turns away.

Us four bought tickets to "A Shark's Tale" and walked into Team America, as we're all underage. After the awesome movie we went to Walmart, which was pretty uneventful. We left and I bought everyone Culver's (which was a measly 12-some dollars). Then I went to Holiday and bought some more gas for my mom's car, which was running on empty. We didn't know what to do so we drove to Monticello, about 20 minutes away, so I could get my work schedule. On our way there on Highway 10 I find a car to be riding my ass. I speed up, now to about 75mph. Finally as he can pass me, he does, and I look, and just as I'd hoped, a car full of teenagers, with one looking out the window all funnily. This is cool, my first true encounter with someone reckless enough to race me.

Over the next 5 minutes I make a slow accent to pass him. I do, in the right lane. Lol, of course, we look back at them all funnily too. Well then I'm like, "Fuck." because now I'm in front of the guy, and I can't slow down (otherwise I'D LOSE!!), going about 85mph, going past the government center for the county and a pretty populated part of town. Anyway, I set aside my fears and continue to excessively speed.

Sometime later he passes me. I pass him. He passes me. I pass him. It was fun. The only thing that was missing was us swerving from lane to lane trying to get around each other. :D (Because THEN I would be a *real* racecar driver)

Anyway, the Inferiors turned off and I ended up being the winner (in my own little world, of course). I loved it!

Got my schedule, happy that I don't work Sunday (today). We dropped off Sam and Lauree. Got back to Cassy's and saw Jeremy and Davina (his girlfriend) there trying to watch bananaphone on Ebaum's. We tell them all the fun stuff that happened tonight, like how I ran over a car battery going 55mph and fucked up the bottom end of my mom's new car. Or like how we saw Mrs Sass and Ms Engh (Jeremy's "Favorite" teacher, heh) at the theaters. Anyway, we convince them to go see the movie, but first we go to my house and watch bananaphone. Not that great compared to the movie.

Movie was fun, we were by far the loudest group there. They turned ALL the lights off at the very end (it was past midnight by then) and my pop fell off the ledge, lol. Great stuff. Then we got on a mission to go get some condoms! We went to about 3 Holiday gas stations before we found one, back in my home town. I bought three and came back to the car. We all blew em up as big as they'd get (which is huge) and tie em. Too bad mine popped! Anyway, then we hit up my neighborhood and I stuff that thing in someone's mailbox. Nice way to wake up to a Sunday, I'd presume (We put all the Subway/Culver's garbage in some other kid's mailbox too). They dropped me off and got another person with the last condom.

I went to bed at around 1am, and I woke up (rather, got up) at 3pm. The morning was, like always, scattered lightly with occasional wake-ups.

But guess what guys... I went lucid! I'm so proud.....

There was no reality checking, no questioning, no nothing. I just knew. I loved it.

I was standing on this county road with about 4 girls lined up, about 15 feet away from me (If I had to super-critically analyze/paint a scene). At that moment I just realized "Hey, since I'm dreaming.." in which, to just, you know, in case I wasn't dreaming, I just double checked by thinking about what has happened so far, etc. I totally checked out one of the girls without any inhibitions, and another.. I walked to her, put my arms around her, pulled her close, and we kissed for a little bit. Awe...... Nah, but it was cool. So real! Like, real. I could taste the lucid difference! Got lucid? I did.

I drempt so many different dreams tonight... However that and the most recent one are the only ones I could truly remember with any degree of clarity.

The last one we were putting through our neighborhood going to our grandma's (do I really have to add that [No, her house isn't located where we were trying to get to]?) on a boat, as all the road's were covered in about 3-4 feet of water. I wanted the front, as did this one girl from my school and I think my cousin. After about 10 minutes of dream I was appauled by how slow we were moving and I got out and started pulling the boat forward. We got to this one kid's house, (which is real/true/accurate/etc) and he was having a party/celebration, a big thing. I walked into his house and I peered inside at the table of food, saw my beloved pickles, and I snatched one while looking with the awkward "Yeah." stumbling/fumbling gaze that only I've perfected to .. well, perfection.

I left, talked to some other people, felt guilty of how I acted (I hit a revelation, go figure) eventually. I went back in and my cousin and I were now sitting at some table with loads of food on it. Everyone had plates but I'd figured I didn't want one since, of course, "We're just stopping by". I ended up devouring a feast! Fried eggs, bacon, ... and like tons of other stuff I can't remember. Good stuff why of course!

(And, to all those curious, I did wake up feeling pretty full.) ;)

Yeah, that's about it. I just figured I'd update with the stuff's that is on my mind and my first real lucid dream.... in for like ever. like who carz if im k3wl.

[theroguechemist]

It's been a fair amount of time since I've posted in here. Might as well get another one in... I fell asleep at 6pm on my bed after being cold and extremely bored today, after school. I'd just like to write about one specific part of the dream.

In the dream I was at my friend's house. There were many people our age over. People kept spontaneously appearing during the dream and that mood became evident as I noticed the house was becoming increasingly smaller and more awkward to move around in. At some points it was like crawling through a jungle gym/maze thing and we had to climb over stacks of tables and through tunnels. Kinda neat, actually.

I'll omit some parts of this as they aren't really important or that I don't care much... I remember a point in which I was laying down on the ground, in this alcove of the house. I had a blanket and a pillow and I was just resting and laying down. Davina was there and she was with me as Jeremy wanted her and was pulling her arm. She kept saying "nooOOoo" in that kind of tone, heh. Later in the dream and for a while after the dream I didn't realize that this was actually part of the dream too; it didn't happen to me in real life.

Jeremy's dad said it was time to clean the chimney as he came home with the chimney sweeper ball thing. He opened it and I took it to the room with the chimney in it. The device was a large globe of pseudo-metallic bristles with a bit of cleaner or powder on/in it. I slid it across my right arm to feel it. It felt good at that point -- I realized I had some sort of rash/itch on my wrist. Because of this, I kept scratching my hand with the device. After about 30 strikes, I realized I had made a mistake. There was some chemical in it and I was having an allergic reaction or something. I knew this when I looked at my wrist and the area was glossy and sparkly. At that point my arms started to go numb, and then my legs, followed by the rest of my body. It was quite overwhelming but I knew it would eventually pass. I was completely numb and starting to panic. I could hardly breathe. I tried to swallow. I could not. My throat was constricted...

As this feeling faded I noticed yet more people were showing up at this house. It was quite entertaining. I was sitting next to Jessica for a while not realizing it was her until someone pointed it out and told me that she came up north again.

Anyway, eventually I woke up at 6:30 in my bed really hot, sweating, and panting with my breath, to the point of drooling. Just one of them dreams...

The interesting thing that I'd like to mention is that one of the very first things I realized upon awakening was that my arms were still indeed numb! This is because I was obviously sleeping on them. (It should be noted that, as of recently, my extremeties go numb in otherwise healthy, free-flowing blood body positions a lot more readily for some reason.. ) Anyway, I thought it was cool that I was perceptive of my waking body and explored my bodies real state, while in the dream state and performing lucid inquiries into how I felt. All without waking up.

No lucidity, that wasn't the point today..

[theroguechemist]

Just a short one, but it's been a long time since I've even remembered anything clearly.

I walked into RadioShack and asked for a job. Almost immediately I started "working," greeting people, asking how they are, and if I could help them find anything. I was totally kicking ass, too. I ask this girl, about my age, if she needs to find anything. She's standing before an assortment of varying gauges of different copper wires and is asking for a "really old one" that will be compatible with her "really old" radio or something. I fumble with a few empty words to her and then pull a "but perhaps my coworker, Turner, will know.." as he walks over. Blah.

Anyway, so now I find myself driving down this county road near my house traveling about 50mph. This girl was to the left of me, in the driver's seat, as we were (somehow?) squeezed into the same seat with my driving.. Well that felt pretty good, heh, but then toward the end of the driving experience (which lasted about 5 minutes), I'd always ask her a broad question like "So how'd new year's go?" with meager, negative aroura replies like "ok." with nothing else. heh

I had a few others, but, of course, I just had to eat breakfast first before recall.. :roll: