Thread: Nomad's Dreamtime

NON-LUCID

I am with Raven, WarriorTiger, Loaf, MoSh, at a house party with a pool in the back. People are grilling.

There is someone waving a paddle on the roof.

"DUDE DUDE DUDE! It's me, Portalboat! I am trying to intend to dream with you. Did it work? Are you a DC? Why is Raven an Assassin, and everyone else looks normal? Why does Loaf look like he wants to eat me?"

Loaf turns into a vampire and growls at Portalboat, then goes in the house.

Portalboat: yeesh!

"I'm real. Why are you on the roof?"

"I don't know. A better view? Maybe I want to be a bird." He changes into a giant pigeon, then back to a human. He looks dizzy. "I feel weird."

"Ah, you have what I call, shapeshifter-sickness. It's like car sickness. You get used to it after awhile."

"Hey, Nomad, LOOK!" Portalboat mounts his paddle like a broomstick, and flies off into the sky, with sparkles flying out behind him. Then he reappears on the roof.

Markus appears, and he and Portalboat spar for a bit on the roof. Markus jumps down, and talks to Raven.

"Why don't you come down and join us?"

Portalboat jumps off the roof and starts dancing with the paddle like it's a cane. A top hat appears on his head. He takes his hat off to me, and a rabbit jumps out. I laugh my ass off.

"What is that about?"

"I don't know. THIS IS A DREAM! I CAN DO ANYTHING!"

Portalboat explodes and reforms. He grins at me, then his face turns green. He walks to the bushes and pukes.

"Hey, go easy on the shapeshifting, buddy."

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine, I just... water..." I give him a glass of water. "I'm fine."

Loaf comes out of the house, a vampire wearing a checkered apron. "Who wants some chocolate? My slave-bot made this."

Raven: Slave-bot?

Loaf: Oh, she just cooks and stuff. I meant to say servant-bot! I mix up words a lot in dreams! Didn't mean to sound creepy.

We eat the dessert. There is all kinds of chocolate. Chocolate cookies, fudge, candies. I take a piece of fudge with chocolate and butterscotch chips with caramel swirls. We remark how delicious and rich it is.

The servant-bot comes out of the house. She's wearing an apron. She says her name is Marylin. Loaf turns into a wolf cub. Marylin pets him. He jumps into her arms and falls asleep. She takes him in the house, and sets him on a couch, and tucks him in. He morphs in his sleep to a full grown man, but is a little werewolf-ish.

I go to the kitchen to grab more chocolate. Marylin says Loaf is the best dream-baker in the world. I say Gabrielle is the best on the Moon.

The dream fades.

For this entire dream, I did not become lucid.

NOTES

I am in a snowy land. Yellow R/C helicopter chasing me. I hide amongst treetops since the snow is deep. It's warm beneath the wind.

I annoy the pilot with a red R/C car.

***
In a government base. An Old White Man asks if the car is bugged, and will it make a good spy.

He tells a woman that we will be safe. (She's my mother in the dream, but a different person.) He says we will be watched and protected 72 hours a day with 42 guards.

NOTES

I am in my old house on H street. My cousin gleefully says he is going to switch rooms with me.

Nap Dream

In the Body of Carlos Santiera

I am a different person: Carlos Santiera. I am in South America, sipping a drink at a cafe, with my son, who's about 7. A Colombian drug lord with a big black moustache sits down at our table. I feel a threatening presence behind me. I feel like I am not to look the drug lord in the face.

His mistress joins us a few seconds later.

"So, Mr. Santiera shaman-man. I like your son, he looks like good, strong, smart young boy. I offer you, one thousand American dollars for your good son. Why do you sneer? No one sneers at El Espritu! Listen, I will take good care of him, make sure he is cared for, and well-schooled. You may visit any time you wish. You see, I have no more sons of my own. They were all killed by the FARK, may they all burn in hell," he spits. "I just want a son of my own, a son like your boy. I know you are poor man, and cannot always feed this good boy. Let me have him, until he is a man. Then, he will be yours again."

"Listen, friend," the mistress speaks. "El is a good man. He is not going to rape or torture your son, or make him a slave or drug mule. He just wants a boy of his own."

El Espriritu frowns at his mistress, and stands up.

"I am going to have a cigar over there, mi amigo. Think about it, and we'll talk in a few minutes."

The mistress whispers desperately, "He is an evil man! I am his slave. He kidnapped me off the streets of Cairo." She says to my son, "He will rape and torture you. He just wants another drug slave, and sex slave. He's completely insane. Help me."

El returns and sits, and the lady changes her tune. "So, you see," she smiles. "He is a good man."

I lunge at El Espiritu, and tackle him to the ground. I no longer fear the threatening presence. My son changes into a full grown man, and pummels him in the forehead. I sit on his chest and pummel him in the eyes and mouth. He becomes a Caucasian with blue eyes. He doesn't seem to be getting hurt, but he does not resist either. I get frustrated, and I stand up, and kick him in the ribs with steel toed boots. The woman walks over and spits on him.

My rage wakes me.

Dreams of the Father

non-lucid (as all the entries in this journal are.)

abridged

I was with a man and a girl. (I think it may have been MoSh and Shawna.) We were deep underground in a basement with a lot of pipes. We had some strange objective to get the girl to follow us through the pipe in a certain pattern. The pipe was open at both ends, big enough to crawl through. There was a grate in the bottom of the pipe. Everything was painted orange.

An alligator, (who I recognized upon waking as Soulgawn my dream-father) was chasing us all around the pipe. I felt a sense of urgency, but no fear. The girl did not follow us correctly. She almost fell out of the pipe, but Soulgawn caught her by the scruff of her dress in his mouth. It reminded me of The Rescuers old Disney movie.

The man grabbed the girl, and took her away. I blocked the path between the man and the girl and Soulgawn. Soulgawn changed into a man. He was an Arabian man, with dark skin and black hair. He was wearing a vest with no shirt, and baggy pants, and wielding a scimitar. He was floating in midair, smirking at me. I grabbed a loop on a wall to swing and kick at him, but I kicked in the physical plane, and woke myself up.

***

"I saw this in a dream!"

I am on Facebook. My sister sends me a picture. It's a joke. It's a test. You are supposed to name the object in the picture. It's a bridge. If you don't know it's a bridge, you're an idiot.

Now I am in the picture.

The bridge is a across a waterfall. It's enclosed by glass.

I am in a futuristic city. There are huge glass walls in the building I am in, with huge steel beams painted red. I am going down an escalator. I think, "This looks like something I have seen in a dream!"

I zoom outside. I am watching some lame Disney short. Everyone is cartoon animal-people. I am in a cheesy castle. All the people have sparkly designs on their armor. I look for inconsistencies in the film, because Disney annoys me. I noticed they messed up on one of the colors of a flagpole, when the camera pans up, and goes back down, one of the flagpoles is a different color. AHA!

The dream somehow fades into the alligator dream above. (I remembered the last dream first, so that's why I wrote it first.)

Everything was so vivid and detailed, I had no idea it was a dream. I don't remember the rest very well. There was something about being outside in the sky... Falling, floating? flying? skydiving? damn, I don't remember.

Cool! I go into pictures and TV screens a lot. I just get Pulled in. I think i can use them for a gate to contact someone, or to enter their dream.

Originally Posted by Man of Shred

Cool! I go into pictures and TV screens a lot. I just get Pulled in. I think i can use them for a gate to contact someone, or to enter their dream.

Yeah, I noticed.

What's weird is, I rarely dream of computers, but I am online often.

I have never logged on to DV in a dream, but I am on this site so much!

I know you said Disney annoys you...but reading your last entry kinda makaes me want to watch a Disney movie. Your description of Soulgawn after he changed is something straight out of Aladdin.

No Reaction

I am with my cousin Dustin in my future car. We just got in it, after we parked it on a dark road in a neighborhood. The rear passenger window is cracked.

"Dude! Someone tried to break into my car!"

No reaction.

"Dude! Someone tried to smash'n'grab my car, man!"

No reaction.

"Well, I guess I have to go to City Mill for a wrench or screwdriver or something. You want to drive?"

No reaction.

"Well, I guess I'll drive."

No reaction.

I guess he was a DC.

Did you get a good look at your future car? That's weird that your cousin didn't react. Usually even DCs react in some manner, although it might make no sense...

Originally Posted by Raven Knight

Did you get a good look at your future car? That's weird that your cousin didn't react. Usually even DCs react in some manner, although it might make no sense...

It looked like a simple compact car. It was an old Volvo, I think. It was tan.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

It looked like a simple compact car. It was an old Volvo, I think. It was tan.

Oops... I tried to break into your car... had no idea it was yours, or it would have been more effective to just wait for you! I was not lucid, and looking for a car to get back home before my mom found out I had gone out on a vacation without telling her... somehow I thought I could get back before she noticed me missing, but I couldn't find my car! And I guess I didn't think she'd notice if I came back in a different car... The window wouldn't break, though, only crack.

Originally Posted by Raven Knight

Oops... I tried to break into your car... had no idea it was yours, or it would have been more effective to just wait for you! I was not lucid, and looking for a car to get back home before my mom found out I had gone out on a vacation without telling her... somehow I thought I could get back before she noticed me missing, but I couldn't find my car! And I guess I didn't think she'd notice if I came back in a different car... The window wouldn't break, though, only crack.

BWAHAHAHA!

Oh, the things we do when we are not lucid. I don't know why I wanted a wrench or screwdriver to repair a broken window!

NOTES
I am at the Florida Nature and Culture Center of Nichiren Buddhism.
glass rooms
Tibetan throat singing
buddha statue

four monks in white playing a dream-game with a ball and pinkies
I think, "People always play weird games in dreams," But do not become lucid.
half dead pig, hollowed out organs.
is it dead?
someone put it out of its misery
girl argues with me about the pig

wake up.

***

I walk into a head shop
clothes piled everywhere, people live there

There is a pipe on the table. I consider stealing it.
"third head shop I walked into with clothes everywhere."

They say the owner is gone. They are just hanging out right now.

Some chick is about to take a shower. John closes the door with her and me in the room. I think a dude is in the shower waiting for her. I leave

Chaos Game! Chaos Game!
they melt broken glass
John is there, acting gay mockingly
Morghaine is there. it's good to see her

***

In a victorian house. There is a chick there with her hair dyed red. (I met her at a psychic workshop.) Her hair is curly instead of straight. She looks melancholy.

I hear two friends arguing that are going through a divorce.

Night before last

NOTES

I am a different person. I am pure Filipino. I have long dark brown straight hair with some dyed blond and auburn. I am singing, "It feels good to be Asian, again!"

I have a White goth girlfriend. She has purple streaks in hair dyed black, and has pale skin. I jump on her on my bed.

non-lucid

At a party at my house. (Not a waking life house.) An ex-lover, S., is drunk and jumps on me, kissing me sloppily. She says, "Hey, let's do it." I don't answer one way or the other.

Synchronicities:

A female friend broke a two year sex fast with a drunken one night stand. My girlfriend, Angel, had a dream about betrayal (but it was about work.)

I am with my girlfriend, Angel, but in this dream we are friends. We go to someone's house. I have a secret crush on Angel. I find my girlfriend in a back room which is a combination of my ex-wife, and my best friend, Nate's first girlfriend. She tells me what she likes about me. I want to give her this old gold ring. I can't figure out why I want to give it to her. Is it my old wedding ring? Is it my engagement ring? Wait, I'm a guy... I tell Angel that my girlfriend and I are going for a walk, but we'll be back. I feel like we're in Eastern Europe in the 50's. Everything is stark in the neighborhood. I look at the ring. Now it's a Hawaiian bracelet? For some reason I want to hide the inscription. I still don't know exactly why I want to give it to her.

I really want Angel, but I feel she's out of my league.

***

I am in Eli and Jonathan's house. (They don't live together in waking life.) They are in a huge bed that is as wide as three king size beds. I wonder if they are gay. They act silly, and roll across the bed. Two young people pop their heads out of the bed. Chris and Corie? MoSh and Raven? Eli and Jonathan laugh. Eli says I can have something on his dresser. (I can't remember what the object is.) It's a weird slumber party.

Kicking Ass
I am in a library. There is a creepy pervy man bothering young ladies. I leap upon him, knocking him to the ground. He writhes and spits in anger. I restrain him while others help me beat the crap out of him. His flesh is like foam rubber. He turns into Jai (an acquaintance of mine.) His left eyeball foams. I am disgusted.

***
The Alien Sky

I am outside at night on another planet. The sky is full of strange colors like the aurora borealis. I see strange things, maybe spaceships, streaking across the sky. There is a gas giant looming in the sky. I guess I am on a satellite of the gas giant. I think about how I love my dreams. A lot of other dreamers are standing next to me, staring at the sky... Raven, Angel, MoSh, Allison, mowglycdb.... We gaze at the beautiful night sky in silence.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

07.10.2009

John in Aina Haina (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking with my friend John who now lives in New Hampshire, in the valley of Aina Haina on Oahu. I started singing some silly Bobby Brown song from the '80's. "Now who is that?"

"Bobby Brown!" he said and laughed. He started singing. He mimicked Bobby Brown perfectly. I realized he was a badass singer. I started beatboxing. He started going off in some Boys II Men, song, then Bel Biv Devoe, then Michael Jackson. I was amazed.

This Italian boy has soul! We walked down the street. I was beatboxing loudly, doing high pitched singing, and deep growling beats like Rhazel.

How the hell do we sound so badass? I bobbed to the beat and danced down the sidewalk. A nurse in scrubs got out of her car, and eyed us quizically.
"This is a badass dream. I don't want to forget this song. I'm hot, too."

Holy shit! This was a precognitive dream! My friend John came to visit me in Hawai'i. He met my girlfriend, Angel, who is a nurse. I had this dream on October 7th, but I didn't meet her until December 4th!

I am at a house party. I am laying on a bed cuddling with some strange woman. I am also touching Angel. She looks at me and smiles. She looks pleased. A dude with a red plastic cup walks up to us, and says to leave his girlfriend alone. I say I like the way she feels. He says, "Not her, her," and points at Angel. I realize it's Angel's ex. I kick the red cup out of his hand, and he gets pissed. He begins to morph into some creepy monster, but I incinerate him with my mind.

Angel says, "That's not very nice!"

I shrug and say, "Meh, it's my dream."

Funny how we both recently had dreams about being with another woman, and then having our main ones be ok with it.

abridged

I am walking down an alley in a strange city, the same city I was in a couple dreams ago. I feel like I am in England somewhere.

I was past some blokes toking the reefer. I want some weed. A guy walking ahead of me says, "here!" and he tosses me a roach in a paper crutch. The roach falls out, and the weed spills. I try to pick it up. He says, "It's not worth it, mate, just let it go."

"No, no, it's still good. Aha, see. I have it. We can put this in my piece. I have one at home."

"It's all yours, homie."

He walks away.

I go to my house which is a tiny old two bedroom cottage I live in with my parents (in this dream.) I go to my room. I look for my pipe. I can't find it. My father walks by. I scoop up some weed quickly that I see lying on the floor. I keep finding more and more. Cool! Shit. Cool! Shit.

I find about a 1/4 ounce, lying on the ground, loose. I wonder if my father sees it, but ignores it.

***

I am with my mom in Hawaii on another island. She is driving me around in a minivan. I am a teenager. I complain like a spoiled brat. For some reason, I want to shower. I think because I am covered with saltwater, and I don't like that sticky feeling. I tell her I want to go home. She tells me to rinse off in the public outdoor shower. I tell her were are near none, because we are on a mountain now. She pulls the car over to a look out point and says there are public showers down aways for the hikers.

ABRIDGED

I am in this strange city I keep appearing in, in my non-lucids. I am in a seemingly abandoned building. I find some old crayons on the ground. I take a purple one, and turning it sideways, scrape it across an indoor wall. A woman pops her head over the wall, and yells at me about graffiti-ing her wall. She asks if I have crayons or spraypaint on me. I hide the crayon and lie. She disappears.

I ditch the crayons.

***

date unknown

I look in the mirror. My hair is buzzed short instead of long. I have downy hair on my chin instead of a goatee. I have girl make up on. I have soft features. I bat my eyelashes. I look like a drag queen, sort of. Why I am so pretty? What the hell is going on?

***

A few nights ago

NOTE: This was a shared dream between Angel and I, but she virtually never writes her dreams down.

I am in my old house in Yarmouth. My ex-wife is there. There is dark energy like black mold dripping from the ceiling. I yell at her to get out. She looks sad. She turns into a hedgehog, and rolls into a ball. I kick her out, literally. She hasn't done any laundry. All my clothes are dirty.

I walk around the house, multiplying myself for some reason.

I go in the cellar, and strip, throwing my clothes in the wash. Angel appears. She's also nude. She tells me to get out. I ask her what she's talking about. She says all N's (her ex) friends have to leave. She doesn't recognize me. She throws a fireball at me. My energy field deflects it. She harumphs and disappears.

PASSIVE DREAM

This dream was very long, but I forget a lot of it.

I am in a house. I step on a creak. There is a loose floorboard. I pull it up. There is rotted wood underneath. I pull it up. Layer after layer comes up. Angel tells me to put it back. I say it's not safe. She says just put it back for now. I put it all back.

***

I am watching people bodysurf, bodyboard, and surf waves up and down canals. I am hovering about twenty feet above the water, but I don't realize it.

***

I am in an art gallery. The owner is going on an on about how tough the copper-and-glass hanging sculptures are. To demonstrate, she attempts to do exercises using a big rubberband that is somehow tied to the sculptures. She annoys me. I admire the craftwork of the copper and glass butterflies.

Christians come in. One boy is talking to me. Other Christians enter. They do a "happening." (A theater piece that happens in a non-theater setting.) They have cheesy zombie make-up on. They pretend to be zombies to deliver their message. I am disappointed that the boy is a "zombie" now, because we were having an interesting conversation.

***

My high school and college is the same school. I have a strange feeling: happiness. When was the last time I was happy in school? Was I ever. Now I am!

***

I am on the bottom floor of a Canadian mall. There are strange big fat people wandering around. They seem non-human. They all are huge, tall, with round heads and buzzed or balding hair. A lot of them have Halloweeen make-up on. They blend in with the humans. For some reason, I think one of them is my girlfriend. That's my girlfriend? She's so huge. I am afraid to talk to her. She looks to be about 6'2" and 350 pounds. She is balding. I see another woman with a t-shirt, with two basketballs covering her breasts. Then I realize they are tattoos. She is ginormous. I feel grossed out.

I find Angel. She is lying on the floor with blankets with her good friend D. She asks me if I want to hang out. For some reason, I don't recognize her as my girlfriend. I imagine her to be with some hulking Marine. (I'm a skinny bastard. Well, not rail thin, but I am a skinny bastard.) Angel smiles and bats her eyelashes at me. I am insanely attracted to her. I really like this chick. Does she have a boyfriend? I feel like D is nudging me to say yes, so she can play matchmaker.

***

This was one long dream, but, I only remember fragments.