Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

11/14/2006

Dream One:
I was at a bowling alley with a bunch of my friends. My mom was there too. Everyone in the bowling alley was sitting around getting hammered and bowling like the bunch of drunken idiots we were. Bowling balls were flying All Over the f'ckin place: skipping lanes, ricocheting off of walls and rails, etc. Some people were just chucking their balls down the lane, making them bounce once or twice before crashing into the pins.
This one guy was trying to pick up a spare of one or two pins. He cocks his arm back and launches the ball with one hand like he’s throwing a basketball down court. It never even touches the ground and just slams into the pins, knocking them down. He throws his hands up like “HELL YEAH!!” and I’m thinking “Haha, that guy’s a freakin maniac.” All of a sudden there’s a loud CRACK, from the pin area. The bowling ball had struck a support beam. The damage caused the entire wall and ceiling over like 8 bowling lanes to collapse. Tons of brick, wood and stone slabs came crashing down onto the lanes, blocking most of the people in the bowling alley from finishing their games. (Lol)
Needless to say, they had to close the bowling alley and we all got kicked out.
As we were leaving, the cops were showing up. Of course, we were all drunk as hell, so the cops were trying to arrest everyone that was trying to drive home. I tried my best to stay out of the cops’ eye, and snuck casually to my car, trying to hide my face as well as I could and think of any way to keep myself incognito.
I got in my car and drove off. Just when I was almost out of the parking lot, this cop skids up to me in a Lamborghini. She tells me to get out of the car and is all like “You really thought you were going to get away from me?” I didn’t know what to say. She says “How much have you had to drink tonight, Ma’am.”
In the back of my mind I’m thinking “…..Ma’am??!!”
I looked in the mirror and, apparently, I had subconsciously manifested a disguise and was dressed as a woman, to avoid the cops as I was leaving the bowling alley (though I don’t remember doing this). I quickly figured that, since I was dressed in drag, I might as well play it off and try to get out of going to jail. I turned on the waterworks and started crying like I was going for an academy award or something, talking about “I only had a few drinks, I swear!” blah blah blah, really putting it on.
The funniest shit, though, was that I woke up before finishing my act and noticed that I was actually (fake) sobbing, when I opened my eyes. Hahaha.

Dream Two:
This one involved a party in my backyard (though it was different from the yard we have now). There were a lot of people there and we were just chillin on the back porch acting like fools. There was also a friend that lived a house away who I think was having a party also, and many of us were constantly jumping the fences to skip from yard to yard. Everything sounds pretty normal, so to speak, but then came the twist (that my mind never fails to provide).
Between our yards was a stretch of shallow marshland. It was about 25 yards wide and surrounded by our neighboring fences. In this marshland was an infestation of 6ft alligators and venomous snakes. Those of us brave enough would have to cross this section of land to get from party to party.
Oh, man, it was fuckin Chaos.
People would line up on both fences to watch us, one at a time, try to run and zig-zag and jump across all these snapping jaws and striking fangs. I don’t think anybody made it across without a little bit of action. I remember making at least three trips across, myself. On one pass, I ended up with like two or three vipers having bitten into my legs (very vivid dream, and it HURT). They even got stuck with their fangs in my skin so that I had to unhinge the snakes after I got over the fence.
On another trip, I high-stepped all the way across and made it to the other fence, just about to swing my legs over, when a gator reached up and grabbed my left shoe in its mouth. I was wearing my Lugz (which have thick soles) and it bit across the bottom, so it couldn’t close its jaws all the way. Straddling the fence, I had to reach down and use my hands to pry the damn thing off. I think I got bit on the hand and lost the shoe in the process, but I made it.
On another trip (this was great) I noticed a gator was running after me as fast as it could and I started to worry on whether or not I would get over the fence in time. I jumped up to the fence, lifted a leg to the top of it and looked back behind me at the same time that I was throwing my body over the fence. I noticed the gator had jumped and was actually flying through the air toward me with it’s jaws open!
Without even thinking, acting on pure reflex, I reached back with both hands as I was falling down over the fence, caught the gator’s head like a wide receiver making an over-the-shoulder-catch, fell over the fence into my friend’s back yard and drove the gator Face Down into the yard, landing with all my weight on top of it. The gator’s skull shattered inside of its skin like glass. Everyone around screamed “YEAAAAAAAHH!!!!” and started clapping. I got up and poked the carcass of the alligator with my foot, satisfied at the way it felt like a boneless, gator-skin jacket.
The party carried on like normal and, at one time, one of my friends asked if I wanted to spar (which I can Never say no to, haha.) He picks up a pair of swords, though I’m pretty sure they were fakes, and starts to take a stance with them. I picked up a broom and snapped off the end over my knee, throwing away the bristled end and starting to whirl the broomstick around like a bo staff. I don’t remember much of the spar, but I ended up waking up shortly after that.

Dream Three:
I was some kinda animal. Me and a bunch of other animals were digging in the earth to escape (something/someone?) and at first I was the only one too big to fit into the hole we were digging. After a while I think we made it big enough or something, I don’t know. This one is a complete blur.

was that I woke up before finishing my act and noticed that I was actually (fake) sobbing, when I opened my eyes. Hahaha.[/b]

Too funny....

I noticed the gator had jumped and was actually flying through the air toward me with it’s jaws open! [/b]

You gotta love those dream animals. Flying gators...flying sharks.... love 'em all. Oh, and I can't forget the digging Oneironauts....

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Too funny....
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Funny...and.......a little bit awkward, actually.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

You gotta love those dream animals. Flying gators...flying sharks.... love 'em all. Oh, and I can't forget the digging Oneironauts....
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Lol. Imagine if National Geographic did a story on Dream Wildlife. How insane would that be?

Hey...I had yet another dream with you in it.

You need to check it out...

By the way...where are your dreams?

Hehe. Cool dream.

And I've been kinda out partying lately (it was my birthday weekend ) so I've neglected the journal a little bit because I haven't had the greatest recall over the past couple of days. Lol.
But I've got a couple notes down from friday and a really long lucid last night, to post, as soon as I get the chance.

Well, Happy Birthday!

And I look forward to reading your LD.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Well, Happy Birthday!
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Thanks!

11/17/2005
Dream One
Something about being at Disney World with Cierra and a group of other people.

Dream Two
Todd and I were living out some sort of real-world Grand Theft Auto. We had an island mansion as our HQ or something. I remember, at one point, being chased by the cops and their helicopters while having to swim across the water, toward the city. Everything looked realistic but was in third-person perspective and had a real video-gamish feel to it. I only remember a glimpse or two from this dream, though.

11/20/2006
“Die Hard with Lucidity”

I popped some B6 and melatonin before bed and had what is probably the longest, single, lucid experience I’ve ever had.
Possible content influences: Just finished watching “Walking Tall” starring The Rock, which involved dirty cops – also just finished watching (coincidentally): “The Rock” starring Sean Connery and Nic Cage, which involved corrupt Marines – Also, my cousin was over here playing Grand Theft Auto on Friday (which spawned Friday’s dream) and I haven’t played my GTA in over a year, so it was fresh in my mind.

The first thing I remember, in this dream, is being on the top floor of a two-story apartment building, at night. I was outside, walking down the hall, and had just realized I was dreaming. I don’t even remember what it was that brought this to my attention. It was pretty-much just “Bam. Here I am. And I’m dreaming.”
I immediately forgot what it was I was doing, and decided to go explore for awhile, walking over to the staircase while looking down at my hands. They were very normal looking, except for waves of dark shadows flowing over them. Jumping off the top stair, I caught myself in the air and began to hover around the complex. Even though it was dark, I could tell that this definitely didn’t look like Cierra’s apartment complex, and looked more like the one I was staying in, in Georgia, like 13 years ago.
I found flying uncommonly easy, and just stayed a good 15-20ft above the ground, floating about. When I was flying toward another hallway, across a large section of grass, I noticed a little girl walking by herself. Since she was the first DC I saw, I hovered in a little closer and was about to speak to her. She looked up at me, looking exactly like the little girl that showed up at the end of my “Possessed House” dream (The one that I thought might have been an older version of Cierra), except that she was wearing a frilly, white and black dress, instead of a black hoodie. (I didn’t notice the resemblance though, until after I woke up) As I was approaching, her eyes suddenly flashed a bright orange. They weren’t really threatening, but just…bright orange. Knowing that I took B6 before bed, they deterred me enough to make me change directions and decide not to get involved, because I didn’t want this dream taking a turn for the worse.

I thought it might be a good idea to counter that potentially unpleasant experience with something a little more uhm…enjoyable, so I went flying around looking for chicks. With flying coming as easily as it was, I was feeling a lot of control in this dream. I flew from apartment to apartment (simply phasing through the walls). Eventually, I ended up flying back up to the second floor, floating over the railing and landing softly on the hallway. I noticed that there was a party going on, a few doors down from where I landed, and decided to check it out.
There were a bunch of people I didn’t know just hanging out at this apartment, a few of them wandering in and out, drinking. The door was wide open so I just stepped in, not really bothering to introduce myself. I started mingling with the crowd as if I knew them all and ended up talking to one of the girls – really cute chick. Sort of like Jessica Alba’s features with shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair. We slid off to one of the back rooms and got undressed (though I don’t remember undressing) I came up behind her and leaned her over a dresser. We went at it for a while, standing, and then I laid her on the bed and climbed over on top of her.
When we were finished, I was leaning over her, in push-up position, and my mind was starting to wander. I was thinking something about phasing through walls and ceilings, and how I’ve never tried phasing downward before. I told her something like “hang on. I wanna try something,” and then I held onto her and started making us sink down through the bed and the floor beneath it. (I’m guessing this was due to not really knowing what to expect but…) We sank away into an empty white void. I kept trying to think of something to fill the space with – some kind of new scene (even the apartment below us?) but nothing came into focus. Having considered this as proof of the phasing experiment being a failure, I focused on phasing upward instead. I jumped up as if I was jumping off of the ground and, before I knew it, I had phased up through the roof of the apartment complex and was now standing on top of it, looking out over the area.

The girl was gone and (to the best of my knowledge) I was fully clothed again. I know I took a moment to look at my hands again, right around this time, but I can’t remember what I saw in them. I do know, though, that I definitely felt more grounded in the dream state and more confident that I could take the some time to explore without having to worry about waking up. It was still night out and I could see an industrial yard about a half-mile or so away. I decided to check it out, jumping off of the rooftop and flying off in that direction. I don’t remember landing, but I was soon snooping around a warehouse where a lot of men were working. I could tell by their uniforms that they were military men. Staying out of sight, I was trying to see what it was they were doing, but I couldn’t.
Somewhere around here (and I don’t know exactly how this transition happened but) I was sort of “remote-viewing” into one of the nearby buildings. I think I lost lucidity here for a moment. I’m not sure, so I’ll just assume I did, because this part is so hazy. Two high-ranking officers were talking in a small room; one black, one white. The centerpiece of their conversation was the model of an airliner jet that was sitting on a table in front of them and, in particular, one of the turbine engines on the wing.
I knew immediately who these guys were: They were the two main villains from Die Hard 2. The white guy was telling the black guy about how his death (getting chopped up by the jet turbine in the movie) could have been avoided and what to do, next time, if such a situation should come up again. (which is pretty funny, now that I think about it. Lol.)
I was back in my own perspective again, still stealthily creeping around in the warehouse. I knew that these guys were all up to something big and I was determined to stop them. The feeling of impending danger brought me to lucidity again. The dream was still feeling hazy (after that disembodied transition) and I solidified it once more by looking at my hand. I focused on it, noticing the texture was kind of bumpy and calloused. The details of my hand became more and more resolute and, once I looked up, I could see that everything else had, too.
I don’t remember how the whole thing started but I was eventually spotted and the whole place went crazy. The two C.O.s were trying to make their escape in a jet (much like in the movie) only this time it was a huge fighter jet that looked something like the X-Men’s Blackbird with two, parallel cockpits. Pretty badass looking, actually. They were taxiing out onto a nearby airstrip and I was gun-fighting/running my way through the warehouses and industrial clutter in the yard, trying to catch up to the plane before take-off. I was hauling ass, too, on foot, actively pushing all doubt of catching this thing out of my mind, because I was lucid and knew I could catch up to it.
Suddenly I see a figure jump off of the plane and roll to a stop in front of me, sliding out of the roll and into a perfect stance. It was the white Officer, who was a martial arts expert, in the movie. He’d stayed behind to fight me off, while the rest of his crew got away in the jet that was now gaining speed and moving faster off in the distance, in preparation to take-off.
I ran toward the guy and we started going at it. Unfortunately, I don’t even remember how the hell I ended the fight so quick but, before I knew it, I was continuing to run down the airstrip, chasing after the jet. I could see the afterburners flare up in the night as it began to leave the ground. Following suit, I jumped into the air and started flying as fast as I could, a few feet from the cement. I could tell I wasn’t gaining any ground, though. I was stuck at like 70mph and the plane was pulling further away. I remember thinking to myself “COME ON!! How the hell do I go faster?!? This is my Dream! It should be easy!!” I tried visualizing the world in my peripherals as a motion blur and willing myself closer to the plane. That didn’t help at all. The jet was losing me.
I heard sirens behind me and, when I looked back, I saw a black Lamborghini, with police lights on, it tailing me. (The same one that pulled me over in the bowling alley dream? Apparently the cops were in on this “military” operation, as well.) I dropped out of the air and landed in front of the car. When the car skid to a stop, I obviously jacked it from the cop (don’t remember doing it, though) and, before I knew it, I was speeding down the airstrip, trying to find another jet. I remember the awesome feeling of hauling ass and shifting gears, letting go of the stick at one point to look at my right hand again in the, passing, airfield lights. This time, the hand seemed to have tiny boils and blisters all over it, but I was too preoccupied to worry about the details. I focused on the whole hand for a moment, clearing up the little bit of fog that had started to haze over the dream, met again with a sense of confidence that I wouldn’t be waking up too soon.
There was a long sequence involving me driving through some twists and turns of this “industrial yard,” looking for another jet. The military men that stayed behind were still out there trying to kill me. At some point, I was headed toward where I had a feeling I could find another plane when the car I was riding in got sprayed with bullets. The engine caught fire and the first thing I could think about was Grand Theft Auto. Anyone who plays that game knows that you have like 10 seconds, after your car catches fire, before it explodes. A million things ran through my mind. It started off with “SHIT! What’s the cheat code to put out the fire in GTA?!” Then I thought “Wait..this isn’t GTA! There is no cheat code! Ok, I should bail out! How do you bail out, in GTA?! Uhm Uhhhhhh…..Triangle! You Press Triangle! Wait! I don’t have a controller!!” As soon as I thought this, I looked away from the steering wheel and looked back, and a Playstation controller appeared, embedded into the vinyl. (Haha)
I slammed my thumb down on the triangle and was ejected from the side of the car, hitting the ground rolling, but feeling no pain. The car kept driving and, as I stopped rolling, I looked up and saw it crash into a wall and explode.
(Funny that I went through all that, and all I had to do was open the door and jump out. )
So, I’m on foot again, dipping away behind all of the crates and industrial shit. When I was sure no one could see me, I took a moment to look at my hands, yet again. As I was walking and analyzing my hand, I remember thinking to myself “There is No Way I’m going to remember all of this when I wake up. I need key words or something.” I started backtracking over my dream, picking out all the little details that I wanted to make it a point to remember: It took a minute but I was able to remember certain factors, all the way back to becoming lucid in the apartment complex.
As I was thinking, (I didn’t really get a chance to focus on clarity, when I looked at my hand, because I got sidetracked) I noticed that I’d come across the other, dual-cockpit, jet. It was sitting in a docking station, steam rising from the afterburners, like it was ready to go. I crept over to it, and was just about to climb aboard, when someone started shooting at me. I had to jump back down off of the ladder as more people ran to help him, gunfire coming from all over the place. The firefight lasted a couple seconds, and I’d lost lucidity, during it. I remember beginning to get so overwhelmed that I had to completely abort the plan of using the other jet and (I think) blowing it up to kill a lot of the bad guys, that were now swarming around it, to get away. I (coincidentally) found another car in the industrial yard. It was some sort of suped-up racer. I only remember seeing it from behind.
The dream shifted and I was suddenly way out in the boonies, somewhere. I still had this sleek car and was stopping in at a gas station. I think I was still on the mission; driving out to wherever it was the black C.O. flew off to. Coming out of the convenience store, I saw flashing lights and heard sirens coming in my direction. The (dirty) cops were after me again. The last thing I remember is speeding away from the gas station with all these cops on my tail.

daaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn that was a long lucid my brother! crazy! you got an ill imagination. I liked the part when the playstation controller appeared in the steering wheel and you hit triangle to jump from the car haha! that made me laugh right there doggie! dope dream, dope details, hot shit. I cant wait to experience this




oh yeah happy birthday O

Originally Posted by BPolar

oh yeah happy birthday O
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Thanks, man!

Yeah, that shit was funny as Hell!
...actually, it was pretty intense and frantic, going through it, but when I was recalling the dream to write it down, I was like "Oh man, that's good shit. Haha."
I love just letting the dream content continue, while lucid. My brain can usually come up with some sick scenarios, so it's fun to just go through them as if they were really happening, only controlling/changing things every now and then. Heh.
It does make it harder to stay lucid, though, which sucks. I usually end up getting caught up in the moment and forgetting it's all a dream, which makes it a gamble of whether or not I'm going to remember again, during the same dream.
Oh well, the shit's worth it. Heh.

And you're on your way, man. You've already progressed a lot in the passed week, alone. Just keep doin what you're doin!

Cool dream!

We sank away into an empty white void.[/b]

Hey! That's like the white void that I fell into in a fairly recent LD. Remember...when I let myself fall off my balcony?

I remember thinking to myself “COME ON!! How the hell do I go faster?!? This is my Dream! It should be easy!!” [/b]

I am saying that to myself a lot in recent dreams...but instead of going faster it is usually flying higher.

(Funny that I went through all that, and all I had to do was open the door and jump out. )[/b]

Funny...That reminds me of an LD that I had where I was in a car, too, and instead of just stopping and getting out, I made myself concentrate and make the scenery outside the car change. Then I had to make the windshield disappear. Opening the door handle didn't cross my mind.

Well....good job on another LD!

Wow, I am really impressed dude. Probably one of the longest lucid dreams I've seen on this forum (or maybe I'm not looking around hard enough ).

How long have you been working on this lucid dreaming stuff? Or has it always come natural to you?

Thanks, you two.

Opening the door handle didn't cross my mind.
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Hahahaha.
Funny the way that works, isn’t it?

How long have you been working on this lucid dreaming stuff? Or has it always come natural to you?[/b]

Well I’ve been doing it, on and off, since I was a kid. Getting away from nightmares, and stuff. Before long I started getting all “adventurous” and staying to fight them, teaching myself to control flying and all that good stuff. I got kinda good at it for a while…but then growing up got the better of me, and nobody “grown” talks about their dreams much, so it pretty much wore off.
I got back into it around high school and was able to work on control with a little less trouble than a lot of the newer LDers seem to have. It still phases in and out, though. Sometimes I have Great control. Sometimes all of my attempts fail. Just depends on what’s going on in the dream, and where my head’s at.

11/21/2006

Major success with dream chaining, last night. I’ve only tried it a few times, but it usually seems to work pretty well. If I can remember to, I’ve got to experiment with this more often.
It’s really hard to remember the order in which all of these details happened, because the context of each dream was so similar, but here goes:

Dream One
“C.C. pt1”
The first thing I remember is walking down a long stretch of road. It was an altered version of one of the streets in my old neighborhood (Canterbury). I was with a few friends of mine, and my ex, and we were just walking around shooting the shit. The first thing that really stood out was that there was a brown, picket fence that ran across one section of this road (only in the dream), where it branched off into another street. I noticed that a stranger, that was walking the same path as us, turned to take the other street and just walked right through the fence as if it wasn’t there. This caught my attention, but everyone else didn’t even seem to notice.
A car rolled slowly past us and I turned my head to watch which way it went. Again, it passed straight through the fence with no problem. This was starting to make me suspicious. Something supernatural was going on and I seemed to be the only one paying it any mind. Everyone else seemed intent on ignoring it so I kept walking and ended up looking back one more time. Apparently, having the “supernatural” on my mind left an impression, because a zombie came walking out through the fence, in our direction. He was definitely a zombie (ripped clothes, rotted flesh, blood, gored, all that good shit) but the funny thing was, he walked like a normal human being – a business man, at that – flaring the lapels of his soiled coat, with his hands, as if he was trying to remove the dust from them. Eventually he caught up to our group and walked parallel to us, without saying (or moaning) anything. No one else thought it was strange but me, so I kept quiet and just continued walking.
We got to my house and there was a car in the driveway. My ex’s friend CC (who is adorable and I always loved hanging out with) was at my house. She ran out and greeted us and gave me a hug because it’s been a long time since we’ve hung out. My parents weren’t home so we all went back in my house (I remember asking how the hell CC got in my house in the first place, cause it was locked, but got no answer) and just chilled for a while, playing the Playstation, listening to music, etc.

Woke up and thought it was great seeing CC again. It was only like 3:30, so I tried to slip back into the same dream.

Dream Two
“CC pt2”
We were all back in the neighborhood again, hanging outside between my house and Jesse’s house. I remember much less of this one, but I know it was night time. I don’t think I had any shoes on. Someone was talking about all of us walking up to the strip mall that was about a mile from the neighborhood. It was cold out and I remember having gone back to my house and grabbed my big-ass bed comforter to wrap around me, and walked the streets wearing it like a cloak. Haha. Don’t remember much more of this one.

Woke up again at about 5:00 and wanted to try once again. Laid back down, thinking about the old neighborhood, and hanging out with CC, and went back to sleep.

Dream Three
“CC pt 3”
Either this one was the longest, or I’m getting the timeline confused. It was daytime again and most of the same crew was there, CC included. We were all walking toward the conjoined neighborhood, where another friend lived. One member of our group had a skateboard and was doing a few tricks around the neighborhood. At some point or another I asked him if I could ride it. I got on and started speeding around the neighborhood, which soon turned into an entire city. The next thing I knew, I was laying on my stomach, on the board, and racing around at like 90mph, skidding around corners and whatnot. It was like being in a racing video game, with the camera set on “dash cam.” Felt a lot like San Francisco Rush, actually. At one point, I went around a sharp left turn and headed toward a ramp. I flew off of the ramp, flew OVER a 50+ story office building, feeling my stomach turn as I plummeted back to the earth, landing on the street, still riding the skateboard like a boogie-board, and kept on riding.
Sooner or later, I was back in the old neighborhood, and we had made it to our friend’s. I remember the house was all cluttered and it was hard to find a place to sit. We sat around smoking and drinking, and I spent most of the time flirting with CC. The friend that lived there (though I don’t know who it was) came out of his room and was zipping up a firefighter’s uniform. I asked him what was up with that and he said that he was in Fire Explorers (a volunteer program where you train to be a fireman and, basically, do many of the things they do). I told him that I used to be in Fire Explorers and he said he was at Fire Station 21, which is the same one I was in. We started talking about Explorers for a while. I also remember that he had a black cat. I went to pet it and it let me. When I pulled my hand back it reached out with a slow, playful swat with its paw, at my hand (as pets usually do when they want more attention) but when it did, the paw just about doubled in size and these huge fuckin Razor claws extended and contracted, during the unthreatening gesture. It kind of freaked me out and I left the cat alone for the rest of the time we were there.
Later, we all went back toward mine and Jesse’s houses. We were hanging out in front of them and the Fire Explorers friend (who was now back in street clothes, I think) asked if I wanted to spar. We grabbed some makeshift staffs from somewhere and started a light-contact spar. If I’m not mistaken, I had a single, long staff, and he had two short, smaller ones. Hard to remember the details, but I know I had him completely outclassed. We were fighting around a big tree by my friend Janika’s house, but it had a huge hole in the base. It was like the tree was an upside-down Y, and we moving around and through the triangular “tunnel” in the middle of it, to add a little more drama to our spar.

11/22/2006

Well, this would be a great time to have that "Private Entry" option that we used to have, but oh well:

Did a little audio experiment, last night.
Woke up after a "dreamless" first few hours of sleep and decided to test my AVID method. Threw my headphones on and went back to bed, listening to a...uh...specific...collection of videos on my computer, and ended up dreaming about sex the whole fuckin night, which is exactly what I was trying to induce. (the smart ones can fill in the gap)
I went to sleep preeettty drunk, though, so I don't remember very many of the details.

Started off with this chick (can't even remember what the hell she looked like) and I driving in a speedboat. We were headed toward this gorgeous island that had a lot of resort hotels lining most of the shore. The only surreal part of the dream happened when I looked out to one side, over the water, and saw the tail end of a sea-monster curling down into the water. (Whatever it was) was huge. The tail, itself, was at least 30 ft long, and about 3 ft in diameter. It was all black with large spines and actually looked like the tail of a huge Xenomorph.
I only saw it for a second, though, just before it dipped back under the water. I also remember a strange occurence where the boat went over a sandbar and did a 360, skimming over the sand like some sort of hovercraft before hitting the water again and continuing to head toward the island.
From that point on, the only thing I remember is me and this girl being in a hotel room and going at it like fuckin rabbits (no pun intended). I lost track of how many positions we hit or how long we were getting into it. I do know that I woke up at least twice during this sequence (with the audio still playing in my headphones) and fell back asleep, chaining into the same dream, the same hotel room, with the same chick. One of those times that I woke up, I felt like the dreamsex had lasted at least a good 30 minutes. I looked at the clock to see that it had only gotten from 5:00, when I checked it the first time, to 5:09, when I woke up and checked it again.
Sooo...pretty much it was just sex-sex-sex, all night (though it was day time throughout the dreams), on some exotic island, with a little dream-chaining on top of it.
Good times.

Sounds like quite the night.

Lol. Hell yeah. One of the most enjoyable experiments I've tried, actually.

All in the name of science, right?

Is there any other way?

Hey Oneironaut!

you should know that you and twoshadows made a cameo in a recent dream of mine. Gonna type it up now! stay tuned!

Originally Posted by CoLd

Is there any other way?
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Heh. Absolutely not.

Originally Posted by CoLd

stay tuned!
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Will do.

Been a while since I've had time to get in here. It's like an adventure overload when I come in after a while and read all the dreams I missed. Damn I envy your dreams. Instead of telling myself i'm going to remember all my dreams before I go to bed I'm now going to tell myself to dream more like Oneironaut. I want some action too!

Another excellent batch of dreams. Like I said before, I never leave here disappointed.
You have one amazing mind.

Originally Posted by Vex

Instead of telling myself i'm going to remember all my dreams before I go to bed I'm now going to tell myself to dream more like Oneironaut.
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Haha. That's awesome.
Thanks, Vex. For what it's worth, I hope I can inspire you to start having some more action-packed dreams!

Hey man, I just realized that you were in my dream last night. Weird. Check out my journal in a bit when everything's updated.

11/28/2006

Not a damn thing. I know a had a wild one last night, but I can't remember anything.

Oh well. I got a little something for my birthday so, odds are: I won't be in the right frame of mine to have the best recall, for another day or so, until it's all gone.

lol @ "a little something"

I had a super long LD last night, and although you didn't actually show up in the dream, I thought about you...