Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

11/22/2005
"Interceptor"

Well, I've been awake for about 14 hours now, so I can hardly remember a thing.

I remember gaining lucidity about 2 or three times during the night. I don't think either of them had RC's, I simply Remembered to realize when I'm dreaming, and I did. At some point, I remember flying. I'd planned to get to the sun so I can complete the advanced lucid task, (which was to fly to the sun, break off a peice, and bring it back to Earth) and I was flying higher than I think I ever have. It was daytime, and there was a lot of huge white clouds set against a bright blue sky. I don't remember too much of the flight, but I remember being intercepted by someone before I was able to reach the atmosphere. I don't know who this guy was, but we started fighting in mid-air for some unknown reason. I remember him either kicking or punching me downward at a 45 degree angle that it sent me down toward the earth like a meteor. I was able to gain a pretty good amount of flight control, which is a good improvement for me, and I was able to skim my back a few inches above the ground and come to a smooth hover, looking up as the guy came down toward me. I don't remember too much of the fight near the ground, but I remember pulling off a move that I did in one of my recent nightmare-turn-lucid dreams. I grabbed him by the throat, jumped into the air with my other hand cocked back and spiked him down toward the ground with my fist like a volleyball. He wasn't able to right himself and slammed into the ground, making a crater in the earth that swallowed him beneath the settling rocks. I think I tried to make my way back up to the sun after that, but I don't remember anything else.

11/23/2005

Calea, b6, and Melatonin....WHOA. Talk about intense dreams. Too bad it was such a disturbing dream, otherwise I might have actually enjoyed myself. Something about a dog of mine (I don't really have a dog) I think this dog of mine died, somehow and turned into this weird demon/dog thing. I remember at one point trying to embrace it while the mofo was going all psycho, trying to bite me and shit. At one point it sank its teeth into my arm, and insted of panicking, I went along with the bite to keep a hold of the dog so it wouldn't escape. (Why? I don't know.) I think it had something to do with the bite, but holy SHIT did my back start itching. Even after the dog had disappeared, I was left with this excruciatingly horrible itching, burning, festering sensation on my back that would not go away. It was as if the skin of my back was boiling itself, but there was no heat, simply this tormenting, unpleasant feeling of blistering tissue all over my back. This lasted for some time. I remember that the dog came back later in the dream. It just sort of showed up, trying to get all psycho on everyone again. Not sure what happened to it, after that, but I soon woke up, covered in my own sweat. I remembered the transition from sleeping to waking and the weird sensation on my back, though it was persistant throughout the entire dream sequence, faded simultaneously with the dream scenario and was completely gone when I awoke, partially wrapped in my sheets but soaked in sweat.

11/27/2005

I remember being in space. Though, I came to find out that this wasn't "actual space" I was actually manipulating this "space" with a Blender 3D interface. I was creating the universe, as it were, neurokinetically, while watching the meshes I created turn into planets, stars, etc. Unfortunately, I didn't use this space scenario to help me complete the lucid task of breaking off a peice of the sun. It would have been a perfect time to do it, because, other than this, I don't think I've ever had a dream in space.
Oh well.

12/05/2005

My Dad was in last night's dream. I remember being in the kitchen, and making myself a drink while he was talking to me. At one time, he asked me a trick question, something about what I thought of his being here, though I'm not sure he specified what he meant. I say it was a trick question because when I answered, he simply gave me a "the hell you talking about" look and then explained how he wasn't "Really" there. He was only in my head at the time. This upset me that he would ask such an obnoxious question, and I told him so, more or less. Finally, I went back and sat down with a drink in my hand and was watching TV. The new Harry Potter movie was on tv (even though I've never seen it. o.O&#33 and I started watching it for a little while. This dream was weird because I had elements from so many diffferent waking world things mixed in. At this point in time, the house was no longer mine. It had melted away seamlessly into the home of my dad's best friend in houston. At one point, Todd's dog came out of nowhere and stepped on my foot. One of his nails went into my sock and got stuck, then, to get it out, he started repeatedly biting and scratching my damn ankle until his foot got loose. Shortly after that it was day time outside. We were still at our friends' house and were outside in the culdisac (sp) riding on some kid's dirtbike. I rode down the street and was met by a military vehicle coming toward me. I spun around and raced back to the house, looking back to see more vehicles joining in. When I threw the bike down and ran back inside, I looked back again. Snipers were taking position on the rooftop across from us. I only had a few seconds to close the door and tell King (my dad's best friend) what was going on, when there was a short knock at the door and one of the military came inside. I forgot what the point of his visit was, but at one time he found a weed pipe and just looked at all of us for a moment. Me and a shorter person (probably my cousin mario, because the house and neighboorhood had seemed to change again) told me to come outside and help me with something. As he went out, he was whispering to me about getting the hell out of here. I told him it wasn't a good idea because there was snipers on the opposite roof. He realized this then and we went back inside. After the visit from the military, King was left pretty shaken up, even though I still can't remember what they were talking about. A while later, as darkness was falling, I was riding with Todd on some back road, it was nothing but a clearing around us and high grasses. In the middle of conversation, I looked off to one side and saw King walking aimlessly through the grass away from us, a hopeless, defeated sort of gait to his walk. With one final step, he fell forward and disappeared. I screamed for Todd to stop the car and we both got out and ran over toward where I'd seen him fall. Sure enough there was a massive gorge behind the tall grasses, and it seems King had just committed suicide. The only thing I could think of was that I had to search for him to make sure he was alright.
Lucidity hit me, momentarily, just as Todd was asking how I planned to get down there and search for him. I didn't have to do any reality checks, I simply began to realize I was dreaming. So I prepared for the long flight down into the gorge by pumping myself up with the phrase "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming." I ran forward and dove off of the side of the gorge. However, instead of flying smoothly down into the gorge, I got No Air at all, dove forward, face planted on the inclined side of the gorge, and rolled and tumbled down about half way until I slid to a stop. (Yeah, that sucked. lol.) Todd came down behind me, walking, laughing, saying something like "Oh that was smooth" or something along those lines. lol. Anyway, I decided to just walk down the rest of the hill since my momentarily lucid attempt to fly did nothing more than hurt my pride. We looked around the bottom of the gorge and found no one and lucidity started to fade.
We were at the far end of the gorge and it dead-ended into a large metal grate. Behind the grate was a jet black tunnel that was a good 15 feet high. I was looking into the tunnel, wondering if we would have to get through the bars to continue our search. Suddenly, there was a low rumble. Something was getting closer, coming through the darkness of the tunnel toward us.
A brief rush of lucidity came over me again, as it usually does in dangerous situations, and I grabbed Todd's hand and jumped into the air, flying straight up as a flood of water came gushing out of the grate with a force that would have swallowed us both and swept us off down the length of the gorge. (Funny how, when becoming lucid, my first instinct was to escape and not to realize that the water was actually not a threat. I think the mind's will to Survive First, question later, was pretty prevalent here.)
While flying up out of the gorge is when I noticed the sound of my alarm clock going off and woke up.

12/06/2005

I remember two dream scenarios from last night, though much of the detail has been lost since I had to hurry up and get here to work. The first dream was the most intense. It took place on some strange, off shore, structure. Like a rig or something. There was a long sequence of exploring this mysterious, seemingly abandoned place, though I don’t remember who was with me. Sometime later, we realized we were being hunted through this structure by these things the resembled Yautjas (Predator Aliens) There were a lot of close calls, almost getting caught and killed by these things. After a while, the only way away from them was to sneak my way to the outside of the rig and jump overboard. Diving into the insanely blue waters of the middle of the ocean, no land in sight at All, I just began swimming as fast as I could away from the rig. But, of course, it was out of the frying pan and into the fire. As I was swimming, I’d began to realize that there was something in the water with me. Something Big….Something REAAALLY big. Tentacles flew up around me; tentacles so large that they were each about as wide as a tree, and so long that I could never see the full length of any of them. What made it even worse was that this wasn’t just an octopus or giant squid that was trying to get me, this was a horrific Monster. (Think of the creature in the movie Deep Rising. O.O!) It was attacking me from below, shooting its tentacles up over my head and trying to pull me down. At one point, it succeeded in crossing some of the tentacles over the top of me and pulling me down into the depths. While underwater, I could see this beast that was drawing me down further into the darkness, and yeah, he was an ugly sum’bitch. The thing is, I have the distinct feeling that I got away from it, rather than being drawn all the way down and eaten…I just don’t know how.


The second dream had something to do with Adonis from high school. I can’t remember exactly what happened, but it wasn’t anything Too out of the ordinary. Both of these dreams were extremely vivid. I do remember Adonis was leaving his apartment complex in a red Honda, and was doing so in such a rush (for whatever reason) that he caused an accident in the parking lot. Lol.

12/22/2005

I'm not sure if this all happened in more than one dream, or it was just a dream scene change, but they had intertwining subject matter so....whichever. First, I remember that there was a dream going on, something completely normal, hanging out with friends or something like that. Then, something happened, something very usual, but I can't remember what it was. I think there was weird, paranormal, shit happening. Ah...now I'm remembering...there Was paranormal shit happening, but in the middle of all of it, my dad comes into the picture, and just starts talking normally, as if everything was fine. I remember looking away, cringing with sadness while my dad was talking, and one of my friends, a girl, but I can't remember exactly who, looks over to me and asks whats wrong. I told her that my dad has been dead for two months, and there he is in front of me talking to me. Then I brought it up to my dad, but I forgot most of the conversation that followed. I do remember crying and hugging him and telling him that I love him, and him doing the same.
Later, I was in school. (Not sure how I got there, or what was going on before I left, and not only did I miss my dad as a dream sign, but this should have been a clue, because I haven't been in school for years.) We were sitting around in our desks for a while, being obnoxious, and for some reason a massive brawl broke out. The detail was live-action, but there was a very anime-ish feel to the action. I remember doing some really sick acrobatics from desk to desk, landing on the teacher's desk and looking back over my shoulder, with a broken table leg in my hand, to a girl behind me that was crushing desks out of her way with a sledge hammer, chasing after me. lol. Everybody else was fighting their own little battles, about 30 people throwing down in a classroom. lol. It was wild.

01/06/06
Dream Arena and War Time.

I remember two dream scenarios. The first of which started off in the Lucid Dreaming Arena. It was a little different, as to be expected, but I could definitely tell where I was. I couldn’t tell if there was a group of my friends in the arena, just one friend, or just an opponent, but I remember that I wasn’t alone. Not only was I sparring/fighting against whoever was in the arena, but the arena itself was creating its own obstacles. I remember that the floor was a blackish color, instead of the white floor that I’d modeled, but I don’t think that makes much difference. The walls of the arena were shooting lasers, flames, and all kinds of wicked shit at us while we were fighting/sparring. I remember a long snake of fire that would string along the ground at high speeds, making us have to jump over it while still fighting with each other. I do remember being lucid for at least Some point in time, while in the arena. Though I don’t remember too much about lucidity except for a time where I tried to do an aerial over one of the trains of fire and I thought it was strange that I couldn’t land on my feet, even though I was lucid. I ended up landing halfway between kneeling and falling over. But oh, well. From what I remember, this dream was pretty cool while it lasted.

The second dream started off in some sort of bar. It was myself, I think Todd, another guy, and two or three girls. We were shooting the shit, having a good time in the bar, flirting with and kissing on the girls and whatnot. Very nice, subtle, atmosphere.
This dream, however, took an interesting turn. It seems that the group I was with, myself included, was actually in the military. We were in a war zone and were on some sort of leave while we were at the bar. I remember leaving the bar at night, and the next thing I knew it was day time, and we were back on duty, guys And girls together in a co-ed squad. We were up in some sort of tower, keeping watch and talking about politics. In this dream timeline, Bush was president still, but I can’t be sure that the war was the current war in Iraq. Anyway, he had reinstated the draft and we were conversing about it. I remember that my view was something like “It’s one thing to go to war because you’re willing…especially a war such as this one, but to Force people to go to a war that was not a war of necessity, is…” I think “maniacal” was the word that I used. As if on cue, a few rockets streamed overhead, far too high to be of threat. But our attention was drawn down below. I got up from the spot I was leaning down against and peaked through the railing of our tower. A large truck of enemy ranks was parked down below, the enemy fighters beginning to file out onto the sand like roaches abandoning a shelter. I remember having an HK MP5ish weapon at first, and firing from where I was just wasn’t getting the desired effect. The funny thing about switching weapons, was that it was like switching weapons in a video game. One weapon slid out of my field of view until another came up in its place. (lol) I kept cycling through my weapons until I came to…a rocket launcher!  Shoving the barrel between the rails, I fired at the truck. The explosion was so massive, and so close, that I had to pull my face away from the railing because I could actually feel the heat from the blast all the way up into the tower, which was a very intense feeling. Though I’d taken out a lot of foes with the rocket launcher, we knew it wouldn’t be long before they stormed the tower. We grouped together back to back, guys and girls together, waiting for the coming onslaught. However, when shadows started to flicker on the railing, showing that the enemy was ascending, guess who came up storming the tower? Fucking Ninjas! For some reason, this didn’t seem strange (neither did the fact that it was instantly dark outside once again), and we broke into close-quarters combat, switching between short-range fire and martial arts. Wicked fight scene up in the tower. I do remember one guy from the opposing team seemed to be the leader. Slick, collected-looking guy who sat down on one of the rails with his arms folded and just watched us. I do remember one or two of my squad members running up to the guy to take him out, but he was so smooth that he kicked and grappled them out of his way without even getting up from his perch on the railing, and went back to watching the fighting, folding his arms. Everything after that is pretty much a blur.

01/09/2005
“Canterbury Kong”

This dream started off back in my old neighborhood, Canterbury. My friend Melissa was there, even though she now lives in New York. Anyway, we were hanging out in my old neighborhood, though I can’t remember how long we were there, or who had started off with us in the dream. Next thing I remember, we were getting chased by something in the darkness. (it was night out) I don’t quite remember what these things were; wolves, demons, hell if I know, but I do know that there were a Lot of them. Mostly all we could see were shadows closing in on us after we’d started running. They were filling the streets behind us as if the darkness itself was flooding out into the roadways of the neighborhood, toward us. While scrambling through the driveways and yards trying to get through my neighborhood away from whatever was behind us, I started to realize I was dreaming (most chases usually get me lucid more than anything else) So, grabbing Melissa's wrist as she ran behind me, I ran straight toward the nearest house and jumped into the air. The jump was high enough to where my foot landed on the edge of the roof, and we started running on the top of the house. At the other edge, I jumped another great distance, a good 30ft, clearing the street beneath us and coming to land, still running, on the roof of the house across the road. We continued these exhilarating rooftop-to-rooftop long jumps, and I could see the end of the neighborhood up ahead. Turning my eyes to the rear, I looked down through the passing trees and could see countless four-legged bodies streaming through the streets behind us like black floodwaters through a small town. At the last house on the block, still clutching M’s hand, we dropped down to the ground, and ran toward the busy night-time streets before us. It would have taken too much time to stop and wait for traffic before crossing the streets and those Things were right behind us, gaining. So, taking a few long strides, I jumped into the air again, dragging her with me while clearing the packed, 4-laned road and landing on the other side.

It was around this time that I woke up from the dream. It was only around 4:30am, and I had another hour and a half before I had to get up. So, I set in my mind to continue the last dream scenario from where I left off, noting that it’d been years since I tried to do this, but it was worth a shot. Drifting, I fell back asleep.

When I began dreaming, M and I were still on the run. (It had worked…to a point.) Instead of being where we were before, in Florida, we were where she lives now. New York. I also noticed that we weren’t being chased by those four-legged things any more, and we stopped near an alley to collect ourselves for a moment. Though the ‘things’ were gone, I still had the distinct feeling we were being chased, I just couldn’t tell by what. My answer came in the form of a thunderous footstep, one that shook the very ground we were standing on. I remember poking my head around the corner to see what the hell that sound was...and who do I see? Who do I see standing what had to be a half-mile away, who was still so tall that I could see the top of his body over the few buildings between us? Yes. King Kong, himself. (I guess my subconscious is getting back at me for having not seen the movie, yet. Lol) So, this big bastard notices me noticing him and breaks into a full sprint after us. Yup. It was time to run again. I grabbed M and we started hauling ass. Now, for the first part of this second dream, I entered it non-lucid, but, again, the chasing began to make me look for ways to escape, and that desperation began to make me realize I was dreaming. I had low-level lucidity once more.
There was a skyscraper nearby, and I was about ready to try this jumping thing again. I don’t quite remember too much of the trip to the top of the skyscraper, but I know it involved scaling the side of the building with M with a mixture of acrobatics, high-jumps, and all that good stuff, till we made it to the top. The top of the building was completely flat, with no detail, but the surrounding view was outstanding. Bright lights and nightfall as far as I could see. Unfortunately, I had absolutely no plan for what to do once we got up there. Before I knew it, a giant hand arcs over the side of the building and wraps around Mel, pulling her out of my grasp.
I turned around, staring directly into the eyes of this giant ape as his head ascends to the level of the rooftop, giving a roar that almost knocked me off of the building, while holding Mel up over his head. My lucidity was flickering with the situation, each intense little event making me forget that I’m dreaming an simply search for a way to survive. But as he was about to make his way back down the building with Melissa in his grasp (Heh. Guess she’s all he was after. Lol) I remembered, holy shit, I’m dreaming! I devised a plan on how to take down such a massive beast, and it came within seconds, my love for anime paying off once again, in the clutch. I planted my feet and drew up energy, cocking my arms back down by my side. Mimicking Goku from DBZ, I said “Kame..Hame…Ha!” and fired a humongous blast of light blue energy out of my palms, nailing this big fucker right dead in his left eye! (mwuahahaha!!) With the shock, he drops M out of the air and I catch her, losing sight of the ape as he loses his grip on the side of the building and falls down to the streets below. Around this time, my lucidity was waking me up, I was wondering about what time it was, and whether or not I was going to be late for work, and I faded out of the dream just as I was hearing the loud crash from the multi-ton ape hitting the concrete below.

01/11/06
Rollin’ Party Animals.

Todd and I were at a party somewhere. For some reason I got the feeling that we would go from one part of the house, to the other, and it would transform into a completely different house, but would still be a party atmosphere. The change was so drastic, that I remember going outside, in one area, and it was a house out in the middle of the woods, but going back through the house, and coming out another end, it was a second or third floor apartment party.
Anyway, I don’t remember too many details of the dream, but I do remember how one guy’s girlfriend was hitting on me a lot, and he was getting a bit pissed. At one point, she walks up to me in the middle of the room where a bunch of people are lying around, wasted (It turned out to be a rolling party) and she turned around and asked me to give her a back rub. So of course, I agree, and soon I’m rubbing her back and shoulders, still standing, her boyfriend glaring at us from the couch.
Now, in waking life, when I’m rubbing someone’s shoulders or back, one of my pet peeves is when shirt fabric gets in the way of an, otherwise smooth, massage. So, as I’m kneading my fingers down through the collar of her shirt, she just decides to take the whole thing off, obviously caught up in how good the shoulder rub felt. So, shirt off, I start working my fingers down her back and she, as if Really just caught up in the heat of the massage, continues taking the rest of her clothes off. Sooner or later, homeboy gets up off of the couch and breaks us up and gets in my face. (tall, skinny brotha with a beanie on. I can’t remember what nationality the girl was.) He tried to intimidate me by puffin up his chest and chewing me out for messin with his girl, but I simply laughed in his face, told him that his girl was all over me all night, and that I wasn’t That interested in her to begin with, but if she wanted me to keep going, that was her prerogative, not his. Also, I let him know that his tough-man act wasn’t working and the best advice I could give him was to sit his ass back down. Lol. So…he did.
The party went on a little longer, though I can’t remember all of the details. The girl had gotten dressed again, but we were hanging out for a while.
When the party was over, I remember standing out on the balcony, trying to get Todd not to drive home yet, because we were all trashed. For some reason, though, he was already downstairs in his car, and trying persistently to leave the neighborhood. I think I had planned on staying a while, and would catch a ride later on if I had to, because a few people were staying the night. (Wonder what My focus was on.  Hehe.) Anyway, as I’m trying to yell at him from the balcony to come back upstairs because he was too drunk to drive, he loses track of what he’s doing and slams into a parked car! Lol Of course the cops come. I remember it being a tough looking lady cop. Todd tried to be slick, and play it off as if he ran into something like a pole, having moved his own car away from the parked car he hit, as not to draw attention to it. He said something like “Oh well I’m just on my way home and I had a little accident, that’s all,” trying to keep the cop focused on the damage to his own car. But, quick as this chick was, she took a look around and walked over toward the car that Todd had hit, squatting down to take a look at the damage to the fender.
“Well…” she said. “You’re definitely on your way somewhere…but it isn’t home.”

After that, I woke up.

01/12/2006

Last night’s recall is very fragmented. I feel like I was dreaming quite vividly for a long period of time, but I just can’t remember most of what went on. I remember that most of my surroundings were pretty normal. It seems that most of my dream(s) were spent just hanging out with people, friends and strangers, but having a good time. I remember that some girl had a pet snake, a bright yellow one, and that, even though I’m pretty good with snakes, something about this snake made me apprehensive to touching it.
Now, I’m not sure what it was that triggered lucidity, how long I was lucid, or even some of the things I did while lucid, but I do remember realizing that I was dreaming at some point in time. I declared, out loud, that I was lucid dreaming, and someone around was like “Yeah, me too!” in a mocking sort of way, getting a little laughter from the people around. I was like “Yeah? Can you do this?”
I tried to levitate. Unfortunately, I couldn’t at first, and only gave a slight hop, and my feet met the ground again. More laughter, of course. The other guy said “Sure!” and he did the same thing, hopping up and down just like I did. Ok, that was kind of embarrassing. Lol. So I tried it again. I jumped higher and was actually able to float slowly down toward the ground. I remember getting this more of an amazed reaction from people around me, but most of the dream is lost.

01/16/2006
"Dream View of a Vampire / Lucid Landscape Exploration"

I was in a run-down town at night, with no clue how I got there. Looking around me, I was in some sort of attic that seemed to be candlelit, if I remember correctly. After a while, I’d made myself out of the attic, where I suppose I’d been hiding before, and quietly crept through an unfamiliar house. Finally, when I was discovered, I was met with fear and hatred. The people screamed when they saw me, throwing things at me while running away. After a while, there were enough people that had come to aid those who were, I guess, the owners of the old, broken-down house I was in. They were finally able to force me outside. From there, it was only getting worse, there was a sort of mob that was violently trying to force me out of the slums of their city.
I was a vampire, in this dream, and it took me a little while to figure it out.
This is interesting because I’ve never been anything other than human in a dream, before.
Anyway, the villagers were throwing stones and farm tools and whatever they could at me to get me to leave. Shortly, something was calling me away. There was a presence in my head that was pulling me to leave the town and head off in one direction. Without thinking much about trying to fly before I did it, I just jumped in the air to escape the angry mob and flew off toward what seemed like a telepathic call, glancing back once to see the torch-lit mob fading away beneath me.
I was heading toward a castle that was high over-looking the town that I’d just fled. At this time, I can’t remember whether the castle was on a hill, or was actually hovering in the sky on enormous rock, but I do know that the castle was large enough for me to feel like a tiny speck against it’s broad face. Soon, I was landing upon the numerous front steps, making my way inside.
Most of what went on inside is a blur, but it turns out that this was the haven for the vampires of the realm. This one, massive, building functioned as an entire community, within. For the most part, the vampires remained within the walls of the castle, but were known and feared in the villages around them.


After a while, I think I was hovering around the rooftop balconies of the castle during the night, I’d begun to suspect that everything going on just wasn’t natural, and I reminded myself that I’d recently planned to ask myself, when something appears strange, what I was doing a little while before, and I came to remember that I’d went to bed not long ago.
I instantly knew that I was dreaming, which explained the weird things that have happened. I also remember that the next few times I got lucid, I’d planned to walk around my dream world for a while, and simply observe it, and learn a little bit more about what I experience before I go off on too many more adventures.
I wanted to change the scenario from night to day, so I could have a better look around. For some reason, while trying to do this with my eyes open, I couldn’t get the night to fade. I closed me eyes, willed the night to disappear, and opened them. It was suddenly Day time, then. I was standing on what seemed to be a sort of desert plain, a mixture of sand and tall grasses around me. I remember the impression of a lake close by, and there were odd rock formations in the, not to distant, distance. I remember flying for a little while. Not really too far, just hovering around the same area, still lucid, trying a bunch of different maneuvers. After a while, I landed again, and found a bunch of mole hills on the plain. Shortly after, I saw the mole, itself, and tried to catch it. (This isn’t too odd, as we recently found a mole outside our house that has been digging up our yard.) After I finally caught the mole, I began walking around with it in my hands, examining it and how real it felt, though it looked like a mixture between animation and real life, I noticed. I think this is because I’ve never seen a real mole before, yet, so I guess the only thing my imagination had to go off of was T.V. renditions.
Anyway…So I’m walking around, carrying this mole that is somewhat squirming to get out of my grasp. I happen to take my eyes off of this thing for just a moment, taking another look around, I think, and when I looked back down, the damn mole had turned into a porcupine! Shocked, I tried to put the thing down as quickly, and calmly, as I could, but by this time it was already pissed off and had jabbed me with a few of it’s quills. I dropped the porcupine and backed away from it, pulling the quills that had stuck me out of my arm. The porcupine wasn’t done though, it seemed, and started following me. Freaked out by this spikey little bitch following me around, I turned to dash away from it and tripped, falling to the ground with a few of the quills still in my arm.
What’s worse is that, when I fell, the tiny stones that littered the sands around me seemed to have instantaneously turned into large, discarded, porcupine quills. Before I knew it, they were all over me because I’d fallen in the dirt and I was writhing to pull them out, beginning to panic and lose lucidity at the same time. I do remember, as I was being overcome by these things, that there was never any true Pain, more like a mental annoyance, like how it might feel if we never felt pain in the nerves of our injured body parts, but only that uncomfortable mental awareness of an injury that we feel beneath the surface.
Thankfully, I woke up shortly after this.

01/18/2006

Some little badass kid was running around being annoying. We were all in a sort of classroom, but as old as we are now. I remember getting fed-up at this annoying little kid that was making all kinds of irritating noises, so I got up, walked up behind him while he was in someone's face annoying the shit out of them, and slapped him in the back of the head.

..thats about all I remember. lol.

01/20/2006

There was a lot going on in last night’s dreams, but I only remember bits and pieces because I had to rush and get ready for work before writing everything down. There were a few different scenes, but most of them seemed to take place in my old neighborhood, in a party atmosphere. I remember picking up the new ninja sword that I’d bought and having a sword spar with CQ in one of the back rooms, just because we were drunk and stupid. After a while, I picked up the sheath to my sword and used that in my left hand as if it was another sword, and he did the same. We were joking around, but I do remember accidentally slicing him across his arm with the sword. He didn’t seem to care and kept on fighting though. There isn’t too much about this scenario that I remember, other than that.
Also, there was a room where two girls, myself, and another friend of mine named J (from work.) J was already with one of the girls, and the other was calling me over to her. She was more adorable than fine, which isn’t bad. We started making out and whatnot, and all I really remember about it was how annoying her tongue and nipple rings were as they were grating against my teeth. Lol. Small price to pay, though.
Another part of the dream included D from Deland. I guess we were at his house or something, because we had a lot of land around us, and he was getting his dirt bike out for us to ride. I remember watching him ride for a while and waiting my turn, anxiously. It has been a while since I’ve ridden a dirt bike and I couldn’t wait for my turn. But, ironically, as he came back and I jumped on ( I remember how heavy this thing felt in my dream) I spent the rest of the dream trying to kick-start the damn bike. I’d kick it over and over, get it to crank, pop it in gear, give it gas and ease off the clutch….and then it would just stall over and over. Lol. Damn if I didn’t get screwed out of that dream.

01/23/2006

Tarzan-ish jungle dream. I was being chased by people with high-tech weaponry and was able to move through the jungle like the Tarzan from the Disney movie, but the dream had was in live-action and I wasn't actually taking on Tarzan's persona. It was more modern times, as I could tell by my clothing, and I think the fact that the beginning of the dream was taking place in the jungle came before I discovered I could navigate the trees so acrobatically. I think at one point I fought I giant supernatural beast in the middle of the jungle, but I don’t remember anything about it.

01/24/2006
"Fragged"

This dream was in Canterbury again, at G's house, but she wasn't there. T was with there and we were sitting around shooting the shit. After a while, I remember hearing something in one of the back rooms. The house was very small with a hollow floor, so every noise was always heard through the whole house, and we could tell, in the dream, that there was someone there with us.
I'm not quite sure where we had them hid, but we both pulled out large handguns, like Desert Eagles, and I threw in a magazine, cocking the slide back once. We opened the door and went in the room. For a room that is a modest size, in real life, this room seemed to stretch on into another house; a dark labyrinth of old wooden columns and floorboards that seemed more like a massive horror movie attic than the suburban duplex that it represented in waking life.
Slowly, we crept around the area, hearing subtle noises and knowing that there was something hidden among the shadows. We ascended a small flight of stairs (that didn't exist in the real house) and into another dark level, weapons still drawn. Passing an assortment of pipes and wooden beams that were, themselves, shrouded by the lack of light reaching our position, I heard a sound right beside me.
The second I turned to wheel my gun in that direction, the wall exploded out toward me, the electrical wiring connected to it breaking and strobing the, once-blackened, area with white hot sparks. I could see a bright red flash of metal towering in the chaotic light before me, a large robotic arm whirring as it instantly shot up in my direction. In what seemed like less than a second, a metallic tentacle had launched out of the end of the arm, encircled my body once or twice, and held me in place. My right arm raised, as did T's and we both started busting off rounds into the face (and I use that term loosely) of this huge f'kin robot that has me in the grip of one arm. It was all happening so fast that I have no problem admitting I was scared shitless.
The firing was short-lived, however, as the robot's head focused in on me. A number of bladed and spear-headed weapons rotated outward from behind the robot's back, all aimed ominously in my direction as my finger squeezed over and over on the trigger. I only had a good one or two seconds to process what was about to happen, staring death in the face in the form of about 3 robotic-arm saws and 2-3 other nasty-looking sci-fi weaponry. The arms lurched toward me simultaneously, and I was splattered beyond all identification, my perspective changing momentarily, into a disembodied view of my remains splashing all over the wall behind me, and hearing T screaming something, even though his words were muffled by the fading of my senses as everything faded to black.
Suddenly, I woke up on the wooden floor, hearing the sound of T shooting. Panicked, and wondering what the hell happened, I turned over on my back to hear what the hell the noise was. That robot was standing RIGHT OVER ME and starting to attack again. Jumping to my feet I rolled out of the way and stood up again. Terrified, after having just been crushed like a grapefruit, I panicked, stil having no clue what in the hell was going on. Having a bit of a breakdown, I sprinted for the stairs. T was right on my heels, calling after me and wondering what I was up with me. I didn't stop running until I was out of the house, and almost collapsed to my knees because I was freaking out. (I've never lost my mind to fear like that, before, dreaming or awake. It was a strange experience.)
He was trying to calm me down, and I can just remember shouting something like "oh my god I fuckin Died! I just Died! What the hell is going on?!" Bear in mind that we were standing in the middle of my neighborhood at dusk waving guns around and I'm losing it.
T said something like "It's alright, man. You can just resurrect wherever you are. No need to freak out."
I stopped for a moment and was like. "....huh?" (Well if This wouldn't have been a good time to realize I was dreaming oh well.)
I didn't even have time to focus on his words. There was a loud noise seeming to rise from all directions at once. A sound, subtle at first, like a jet engine or something. "Is that...a plane?" T asked. We searched the sky and found nothing. Our eyes were then drawn to the house just as the side door flew open.
We didn't even wait for anything to come out of the house, breaking into a synchronized sprint as soon as we saw the door open. Rounding the side of the house, we took up hiding places in the open carports of the two houses next to each other, behind the house we were originally in and took aim at the corner of the building, waiting for this big ass robot to come 'round the corner. Instead, it was an 11 year old boy name Brian that used to live in the neighborhood.

In short, he came around the corner and we walked out to meet him, glad as hell that it was him and not the robot thing. He wondered why we had guns and told us that everyone was still waiting for us, inside. Going back around the house, we lookd in the window and saw all our friends sitting on the couches watching tv and waiting for us to come in. >.> Weird, embarassing, shit.

I also remember a false awakening where I woke up in a mix between G's room and my own and I still had the gun from the first dream under my pillow. After lying in bed and playing with the weapon for a while, I woke up for real.

01/27/2005
“On the Catwalk, Yeah.”

There was a massive enemy base that seemed to be deep in a cavern, somewhere. Some sort of spy operation went wrong and my team was found out. I remember steel catwalks and railings all over, and once we were found out, we were being chased by guys with guns, swords, and some fanged beasts that they obviously controlled. I don’t remember much of the dream at all, but I do remember sliding into a darkened spot between two large crates or pipe grids or something.
The rest of my team had continued down the catwalk away from the people chasing us, and I’d planned to wait in the shadows till they passed, and ambush them. Something happened, though, and I was found in this spot before I could get the jump on anyone. I slid out from between the pipes and started to fight the first couple of guys that came toward me, all while trying to make my way down the length of the catwalk also. I remember that the fighting was very fast. I was fighting the first guy swords-to-swords ( I think we both had two) and the enemies that were coming to back him up were shooting in my direction as well, so I was having to move so fast that I could block not only both swords from the guy directly in front of me, but I was also deflecting some of the bullets that were streaming in from my opponent’s back up with my blades. (Now that I think of it, it reminded me of Cloud fighting Yazoo and Loz in the forest on FFVII. Matter of fact, he kinda reminded me of Loz, except he had a pair of black goggles pulled up on his forehead.
I don’t really remember how I got passed him, but pretty soon I was on the run again. As I was running the length of this catwalk that was suspended over water within this cave (think of the Cavern stage on GoldenEye for the N64), narrowly missed by the bullets that were coming at me from behind, I had a brief moment of lucidity. While running, it simply hit me that this was a dream. I didn’t question it, I just knew it.
This was very short lived, though, because as I turned around to make a lucid stand against my pursuers, these beasts, whatever they were, were rushing in toward me in a pack of about three. I don’t even remember what they looked like, exactly, but now that I remember how much the action was reminding me of Advent Children, I think they resembled the Shadow Creepers that Yazoo and Loz were summoning in the movie.
Surprised at their rush toward me as soon as I turned around, I panicked and braced for a clash with them, losing my lucidity just as fast as it had come on and going to war with this pack of creatures. I don’t even remember the fight with them, but I do recall getting overwhelmed, and noticing that the men that controlled the beasts were closing in also.
With the rest of my team way too far ahead to be of any help, and these beasts too fast to outrun, I broke free of their group attack, ran to the nearest railing of the catwalk and dove off, head first, into the water below to make my escape. I didn’t get very far before I woke up.

01/30/2006

Weird house where objects seemed to materialized out of some portal.

False awakening where the time on my alarm clock was different from the time on my watch.

Small orange cat.

02/05/2006
"Waiting Room"


Well, I remember being lucid in this dream, and I remember that I held the lucidity for what seems like one of the longest times ever, but I went to sleep drunk and hardly remember everything that happened. :sweat1:

I was on an elevator, and I think I hit lucidity while I was inside it. There was something in my coat pocket that had gotten me lucid, something like a DreamViews button. (Or is that a Crossroads button? I forget.) Anyway, I would keep sticking my hand in my coat and rubbing the button with my hand to keep reminding myself that I was dreaming.
I remember taking the time to notice how realistic everything felt. When the elevator doors open I stepped out into a typical office setting and walked over to a desk with one hand still rubbing on the button inside my coat to keep the dream from fading. It seemed that I was in some place that was conducting PK experiments. Interested in what this experience would be like while lucid, I signed myself in.
Taking a seat in the (empty) waiting room, I picked up a magazine and started reading it. I've never actually made it a point to do the reading reality check, before, and it didn't even occur to me that I was able to read about two entire paragraphs with no problem whatsoever, until I was about to start on the next one. I stopped and was like "Wait a minute. Isn't reading supposed to be all hard to do while dreaming? I thought the letters were supposed to be all messed up and change around and shit." Its obvious that I don't have too much trouble reading in my dreams, (I never have,) however, when I started back over from the 1st paragraph just to double check, the entire text changed, and the magazine was suddenly about a completely different subject! lol. It still wasn't any harder to read, though.
Don't remember too much after this, either, but I distinctly remember having had the sensation of being lucid for about 45 minutes - 1hr. I'm also positive there were other dream scenarios that I had last night, but I don't remember any of them.

02/07/2006
“You’re dreaming, son.” / “Lost”

Very long and vivid Calea dreams last night. However, I can only remember pieces of them. I’d waken up at regular time, a bit surprised at how potent the dreams were, but as I’d laid there and tried to recall everything that happened, I ended up falling back asleep. Having awaken again, almost late for work, I’d lost damn near every bit of the dreams that I’d recalled before dozing off again.

In one dream, I did gain lucidity. I was in Daytona with my family, (possibly my Aunt K’s house) and there was a party going on. A lot of my family members were there, and there was, at first, nothing out of the ordinary. But, when I turned the corner to step into the living room, my eyes skimmed over everyone that was sitting on the couches, and I did a double take.
My Dad was sitting on one of the couches.
I noticed him, and stared suspiciously at him as I was walking by him, without breaking stride. The moment I looked at him, he looked at me and said nothing, but we kept our eyes locked until I crossed the living room and over to the dining room table (which was on the opposite side of the living room from the dining room in my aunt’s house, and actually seemed to morph This side of my aunt’s living room into the dining room at my Grandmother’s house.)
When I got to the dining room table, I simply stopped and gazed at my dad for a moment longer, and he back at me. I could tell that our expressions were mirroring each other; stern, straight faces. Analytical stares. I was suspicious of him, and he was silently telling me that I Should be.
It didn’t take me forever to realize it, and I turned to the table and picked up a post-it note and pen. On it, I wrote. “I’m Dreaming,” and, for some reason, started to write on it as if it was my journal, stating how I realized that my Dad was a dream sign. (I’m not sure why it was that I felt compelled to do this, but I did.) I folded the paper up and put it in my pocket. My dad had walked up to me, by then, and we started talking about something. Unfortunately, whatever it was we were talking about is a part of the dream that I lost. Lucidity faded shortly after that and the dream ended.

The second dream had something to do with being stranded on an island with a few friends. I’m not sure how it was that we got there, but I do remember experiencing how we got there, and that it was really dramatic, but I just can’t remember any of it. Anyway, we were on this tiny section of beach that was right in front of the mouth of a cave. We set up camp in the cave a built a fire, sitting around and conversating about our situation. There is Something about this dream that was really mystical, but it’s eluding me. Something about the each in front of the cave that we were in. But damnit, I can’t remember what it was. Anyway, the main thing that I remember about this dream is that it seemed to last for about 2 days and nights, fragmented, of course. But I remember that we’d gotten stranded in the day time, spent the first (COLD) night freezing our asses off, despite the fire we’d built in the cave with us. The next day is when the mystical shit happened out on the beach, but DAMN I just Can’t Remember what it was! It was, however, going into the second night that everything is lost, and I think the dream ended. But, again, so much was lost when I fell back asleep the second time, that I really can’t be sure.

02/09/2006

Fighting the guy with the amazing kicks and iron foot.

Chillin with Nina. (myspace)

02/11/2006

Massive UFO hovering over Central Florida. The Et's were received as benign, and I remember having some conversation with them. (They either Looked human, or were using human bodies as vessels, but it wasn't until night time until I got to talk to them, and there was always a sort of shadow over their faces. Something about the two that I spoke to seemed Very familiar, but I couldn't make out their features.) Don't remember too much cause I went to sleep hammered, but I do remember something about the anti-gravity systems of the huge ship over us (and those that started showing up worldwide) emitting a sort of wave of energy that was slowly, and silently, irradiating us. It started altering our moods, over time. (I began to get more and more Angry as the dream carried on, for, at first, no apparent reason.) This was a very long and vivid dream, but my recall on it sucks. Don't remember too much more of it.

02/13/2006
"Stuck like Chuck."

Didn’t sleep very well (or much) last night, so my recall is shit, but I do remember a few key points of last night’s dream. (I can only recall one dream)
This was in someone’s two-story house, though I can’t recall who’s it was. The girl involved in the dream was someone that I know, and am really close to, but still don’t recall who it was. Anyway, for some reason, I was staying the night at her house (which was also the house of her Sig-Other) and was sleeping downstairs. Sometime through the night, she came downstairs as I was laying on the couch and she crawled over on top of me. We’d curled up watching tv for a moment and ended up making out. (Damn I wish I could remember who it was. Think it was M, but I’m not sure.)
Well anyway, her spouse never did end up coming downstairs, so things were getting pretty hot, but, finally, she decided to put things to a stop before it got a little too far out of hand. I had no complaints because this was understandable, (sucked, though. Haha.) and we put back on the few clothes that we’d shed.
Now, sometime after this, I started questioning what was going on. Before I’d gone to sleep last night, I’d been pretty serious about noticing when I was dreaming, and not letting an opportunity for lucidity slip by me. I don’t know why, but it was f’kin difficult as hell to find lucidity in this dream. I got up from the couch we were on and, I think, went into the kitchen. It was Really dark in the house, and I think I tried the light switch and it didn’t work. Even that didn’t tip me off, though. (I’d recently flipped a light switch at home while awake, did a reality check, and found out I wasn’t dreaming. The light was blown. Lol. This might have had something to do with not realizing I was dreaming yet.)
On the way back from the kitchen, I passed a large, full-body mirror that was over by the fireplace. I’d stopped for a moment and looked at it, completely unfamiliar with this mirror, and realizing that no one I knew had a mirror like this.
I was beginning to get the feeling that this Had to be a dream. Still everything was just So Vivid (the Calea) that I just could not tell if what I was seeing was real or not. So, I tried a few more reality checks. First I put my hands up and tried to push the fingers of one hand through the other palm. Nothing. I tried a few more times and it just wouldn’t budge. Then, I looked over at the mirror again.
The reflection just stared back at me, completely normal. I stepped up a little closer to the mirror and put one hand out. Leaning forward, I felt the cold glass as if it was 100% authentic. I pushed forward a little more, trying to stick my arm through the mirror. It resisted as a real mirror would. I tried again with a little more confidence that I could walk straight through the mirror if this was a dream. I was actually able to sink my arm up to about the elbow, this time, into the surface of the mirror, but then it seemed to get stuck.
Annoyed, I pulled my arm out of the mirror and glared at it. The girl, whoever she was, was looking at me from the couch, obviously wondering what I was doing. By this time, I was convinced I was dreaming, and frustrated with the failing reality checks and mirror test. So finally, I just said “fuck it,” and looked straight up at the ceiling. Determined to make Something out of this lucid dream, I planned to phase out (ala the matrix twins. Thanks for the idea, Placebo! ) fly straight up through the ceiling and into the night sky above, and continue my experience from there.
I bent my legs and imagined myself going through the ceiling and through the roof. But, when I actually jumped up, I remembered that this was a two-story house and got myself caught in the split-second concept of having to go through the second floor as well.
I think this was the kiss of death, though, because I ended up getting stuck IN the ceiling/second floor woodwork. I’ve had this feeling once before, and I liked it even less, this time. If you can imagine what it feels like to teleport from one place and end up inside of a wall, that’s what being stuck in a floor feels like. It sucks.
Anyway, I tried as hard as I could, but just couldn’t pull myself up out of the ceiling/floor. I even tried to visualize the sky outside, and was only left with a split-vision perception of both the brown, grainy woodwork of the house, and a high-altitude view of the city I was in.
It was in trying to bring the mid-air vision completely into focus, that I woke up.

02/15/2006
"Ni--er me this, Ni--er me that."

So I was at this family gathering/party thing of some girl that I was friends with for years. (From our relationship, it might have been A, but I can't be sure) The tables were being set, and we went to sit down. As we were sitting down, she seemed really upset and I asked her what was wrong. She said something about wondering when "that guy" was going to stop looking at her. I leaned my head over to one side a little bit and saw some really grungy hillbilly type guy just straight up staring her down from the next table over. He wasn't being casual about it, either, the man was grillin her hard. I asked her how long he'd been staring at her, and she said all night.
This girl's sister, who I was also good friends with, came and sat down on the other side of me from her sister, and we let her know what was going on.
We ate, and the man just kept staring. I don't even think he ate. After a while, it was getting late, and everybody was just kind of crashing wherever they were. The two girls and I had stretched out on a pallet on the floor, and were just kinda lazily laying all over each other like close friends are proned to do. As the tall one slept (the sister of the girl who was being stared at) the one that was (and Still was) being stared at got up and went to the bathroom or something.
While she was gone, the strange man (finally) got up from the table and started walking casually to the kitchen, and passed the pallet we were laying on, on his way. I hadn't fallen asleep yet and was just kinda laying there staring at the ceiling with the taller of the two girls asleep beside me. As the guy passed by, he started mumbling something about calling me Ni--er over and over and saying something about hanging me or something, if I ended up fuckin the two white girls that I had been stretched out on the pallet with.
Now this wasn't even part of the equation because I was only friends with these two chicks and that's it. We were more like family than anything else. So, casually, I answered back to him that who I fuck sure as hell wasn't any of his business, but if he threatened me again I would stomp the shit out of his ass.
I forgot what he said after that, but he turned around, away from the kitchen, and started walking back toward me. I jumped up to my feet before he got too close and got ready to fight him. By that time the few people that were still awake were all laying around watching. Before he got too close he stopped, talked a little more trash, and then acted as if he had scared me and turned back around to walk back toward the kitchen. I shook my head at how pathetic this guy was and turned back around to lay back down on the pallet. I just happened to look back over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of this guy running at me from behind to blindside me.
I took a quick step to the right and let my foot lag a little bit, tripping this dude from beside me as he stumbled passed.
Suddenly, we were outside. I didn't even notice the transition until right now, as I'm writing this journal entry, and there were A Lot more people around watching us fight.
It's safe to say that I straight up Destroyed this guy. A bunch of people that knew the man, and obviously didn't like him, tried to jump in, but I kept getting in between them because I like fair fights. Anyway, yeah, I destroyed this guy pretty bad.
The two girls came up to me after the fight. The taller, older sister, was pretty much against all the fighting and at first started to complain about how "guys always have to fight" and blah blah, but I told her about how the guy came at me from behind, and she'd began to understand.
The shorter girl (the one I was closer to) hugged me and thanked me, then we left the guy in the parking lot (that we'd been teleported to, without my knowing,) and went off to find something else to do.
Woke up shortly after that.

02/16/2006
"Untitled/Blazing Trails"

I remember two dream scenarios, but only vaguely. The first dream, I was in a hotel room or something. It seemed to be just a really small area, compared to what was going on, inside. There was this huge humanoid thing that was trying to annihilate me by stomping on me as I tried to escape this tiny enclosure. (Went to sleep after watching Doom, UnderworldEvo and parts of King Kong, all for the first time, so I’m not surprised. Lol) I don’t remember whether or not I got out, but I do know that this thing was so heavy, it would stomp it’s feet at me, I’d move out of the way, and it’s feet would put massive craters in the floor. It’s fists were cracking the walls whenever it was swinging it’s hands at me and missing.
Big ugly fucker, too. -_-
Second dream was much longer, but again, I only remember bits and pieces of it. Me, T, and someone else had dirt bikes and were driving them through my neighborhood. (I passed some kids weaving through the cars driving down my street on a four-wheeler, on the way home, yesterday. That’s probably where that came from.) At one point, the power lines on the side of the road snapped. (Don’t ask me why.) And we had to slalom out of the way of the wires as they snaked around wildly, setting fire to the trees, landing in puddles of rainwater on the road, electrocuting pedestrians and all kinds of crazy shit.
Don’t remember too much other than the basics, though.