Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

12/21/2006

Dream One
“Hardly working”

I was at work and just clowning around with a bunch of the girls. (I work with mostly women) They were hovering around something that someone had set on Nicole’s desk, which is the desk right in front of mine that’s near the center of the office, so most things on display get put there. I couldn’t tell what they were doing at first, but they were giggling like crazy. When they moved I could see that one of them had thrown together a bunch of nicknacks and made what looked like a massive blunt. I shook my head, laughing at how they were acting like little girls (which they all do. Haha).
I don’t really think any of them smoke, though, so it kind of struck me as weird. Ivis asked me if I smoked and I showed her my nearly-empty smoking tin. (that I, for some reason had with me, at work??) I was like “Why? Do you?” and, to answer, she pulled out a tin just like mine, full of bud, and scooped some of hers into my tin, along with some rolling papers, and just smiled.

Some time around here, I noticed that I was only wearing my bathrobe.
I didn’t even think too much about it. I just stood up and turned around, facing the wall, and began to put on some clothes that just happened to be down on the floor, beside me, using the long back of the robe as a cover. I figured not doing so would have been…inappropriate. Haha.
As I was just about to pull up my boxers, I noticed that one of the girls was suddenly standing right beside me, leaning in to get a peek around the side of my robe. Can’t remember who it was, though. She gave me a seductive smile and commented on how “big” I was. I just gave her a passive grin and continued getting dressed.

Later, we were supposed to have this conference with some of the big-wigs from the top of our corporation. The main conference room looked more like a large classroom and had a wall-length window that led out onto the roof of the floor below us, that protruded out a few yards. In the middle of the conference some of my friends and I just got bored, so we got up and walked out onto the roof to enjoy the fresh air. The building was somewhat of a skyscraper, instead of the 6 story building I really work in.

Dream Two
"City to City"

Was with a bunch of my old friends from Lake Mary. I can’t remember where we were going, but I was driving and my car was loaded down with people. We had to stop somewhere and I was letting a friend out of the backseat. There were so many people, though, that he was having trouble getting out. It was like he was wedged in a cramped spot and was trying to get himself unstuck. Finally, he pulled so hard that he popped out of the car like a cork from a champagne bottle, ripping out my entire seat, that he was obviously still seatbelted to.
He just crashed down onto the street, with the chair, lying on his side like some fighter pilot who ejected, still attached to the cockpit seat. We were all clowning the hell out of him.

Later, Jesse called me and asked if I’d come pick him up. He said he was with some chick but, between the two of them, they didn’t have a car. So I agreed and, car loaded with people again, I drove out to Deltona from Lake Mary (which is weird because I live in Deltona, not Jesse. He obviously lived there in the dream, but lived in Lake Mary, in real life.) and once we got to Deltona, I knew something wasn’t right. I pulled over to the side of the road and called Jesse’s phone.
Instead of saying, “wait a minute, you don’t live in Deltona” I said “wait…are you at your house?” (still thinking he lived in Deltona. Damn fucked up dream logic. ) He said “nah, I’m at this girl’s house in Lake Mary.”
"Shit," I thought.
Without telling him that I’d driven about 30 miles, all the way out to Deltona, I just told him we’d be there soon. We stopped at a house in Deltona for a minute and I was sitting on the couch, talking to Jesse on the phone again and getting directions to this girl’s house that was back in Lake Mary. (It was either my house or Todd’s, since we are the only two that I know live in Deltona. It didn’t look like either of our houses, though) I was writing the directions down in my sketch pad and Todd was laid out on another couch, in his girl’s lap. He was asleep and she was rubbing his head smiling at me and saying something like “Awww. Isn’t he just adorable when he’s asleep?” I rolled my eyes at her and got off the phone with Jesse, about ready to make the ride back out to where we just came from.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

12/21/2006

Dream One
“Hardly working”



Some time around here, I noticed that I was only wearing my bathrobe.
I didn’t even think too much about it. I just stood up and turned around, facing the wall, and began to put on some clothes that just happened to be down on the floor, beside me, using the long back of the robe as a cover. I figured not doing so would have been…inappropriate. Haha.
As I was just about to pull up my boxers, I noticed that one of the girls was suddenly standing right beside me, leaning in to get a peek around the side of my robe. Can’t remember who it was, though. She gave me a seductive smile and commented on how “big” I was. I just gave her a passive grin and continued getting dressed.
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haha gotta love how sometimes those embarrassing dreams can work in your favor!

Originally Posted by ranma187

haha gotta love how sometimes those embarrassing dreams can work in your favor!
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Hahaha. Right? If anything that embarassing every happens in waking life, I hope it goes over just as smoothly.

12/22/2006
“Party at Grandma’s”

This started at my Grandma’s house (my dad’s mom). She was throwing a party and there were a bunch of chicks my age, in the crowd. I went outside and the party seemed to be continued across the street. There was a tent set up and a lot of people were just hanging out beneath it.
The neighborhood then proved to be a mix between my Grandma’s and my own, because the house next door to hers (in the dream) turned out to be my next door neighbor’s (in real life) and not the people that really live next to her. Her (my) neighbors were outside and they were shooting a model rocket that took off with as much power and intensity of the real space shuttle.
A lot of people decided to crash in the house, for the night, so about 5 of these girls ended up staying over. Throughout the night many of these random girls were coming downstairs and out of the guest rooms, while everyone else was supposed to be sleeping, and we’d mess around a little bit. I remember one thing that stuck out in my mind was that the couch I was “sleeping” on, was turned so that it faced the large window behind it, instead of the normal way, toward the living room.
Also, in the middle of the night, after I was actually sleeping (in the dream) for a while, I had to get up and use the bathroom. I wandered through the house, half asleep, and had to go through one of the rooms to get to the bathroom. Without even thinking about the rooms being occupied, I just walked into one. One my way through, I looked over in the dim light and caught a glimpse of two of the chicks from the party on one of the beds, just going at it. One was face-down in a pillow with her ass in the air and the other was driving a vibrator in her, from behind. Cool as this was, I was half-dead and had to piss, so I didn’t really even pay them any attention. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. As I was using the bathroom, I heard giggling outside the door, and I could tell they were listening from the other side and whispering about me. When I was done I opened the door and could see them jumping back in the bed, as if I couldn’t tell they were standing on the other side of the door. Unfortunately, I don’t remember anything that happened after this….but I have a hunch.

12/25/2006
“Aquarium Room”

Interestingly enough, this one took place at my other Grandma’s.
It was weird, though, because the inside was designed like my Grandma’s house, which is a one-story building, but outside there was a balcony like it was the top of a three story house, or something. Outside on this balcony, was a fireplace. (Yeah, I know. Weird place to put a fireplace.) I don’t know how, but somehow I figured out that the fireplace was actually a passage way. I ended up bending down and climbing through the opening. After a small tunnel, I came out of another passage way, beneath a fish aquarium. This new room was dimly lit, initially - redwood grain furnishings, giving the room a deep crimson hue, offset by blue light from all angles because the room was covered, wall to wall, in huge aquariums.
I called a few of my friends/family in through the tunnel and we started checking out this chamber. The fish in the aquariums were all enormous. I kept catching a glimpse of a really weird looking fish in one of the tanks and I moved in to get a closer look. Its body was slender, at first, as it rose up to the top of the aquarium. When it descended, the body fanned out into a bunch of huge tentacles. It was an octopus – with a head/body about as big as a beach ball and tentacles at least eight feet long. Sharing the same aquarium with the octopus was a manta ray that had nearly a ten foot wingspan.
We spent some time looking at all the fish and I went to the opposite side of the room from the entrance. I think I pressed something on the wall, and a door opened up. There was a long hallway that led to another chamber filled with nautical artifacts, charts and other relics of an obviously devoted collection to both land and sea exploration. I don’t remember why, but I kept Cierra from coming down this hallway because of something that was in it. I got out my camera and started taking pictures of everything in these two rooms.

12/26/2006
“Extreme Parkour”

All I remember of this one was running around doing some parkour. I was jumping really high and far and landing on just about everything in sight. In some city, there were other people running along with me and taking a bunch of different routes. Someone tried to beat me to the top of a building by jumping off of a bunch of ledges to scale higher and higher. All I did was jump straight from the ground and up to the edge of the roof of this building which was a good 15 stories high. I caught onto the edge with my hands and forearms and was actually nervous about whether or not I could pull my legs up. Even though I jumped that high, I wasn’t sure I could take a fall from that high, as easily. I heard someone cheering as I strained to pull myself up onto the roof, swinging my legs over and having gotten up there before the person that was competing with me.
After this point, we just went running/flipping/jumping from rooftop to rooftop, soaring through the air and doing aerials and other tricks over gaps between highrises. It was pretty dope. Shortly after this, the scene seemed to change a little bit, we were still jumping through the sky, onto buildings, but somehow ended up on the roof of an old castle. (Can’t help but think about the castle on the skyscraper rooftop in the cartoon Gargoyles, though I can’t be sure this one was actually on a rooftop. I wonder if there is any connection. Anyway…)
Sometime around here, there was a helicopter that began shooting at everyone that was doing parkour. The last thing I remember is getting shot at, while running, and ducking around behind the base of one of the castle’s towers.

*sneaks in*

You have the greatest dreams. I don't even know where to start or what to comment on. All of them are simply amazing.

*sneaks out again envying you*

Hahaha. Thanks, Vex.

Don't bother getting too envious. You've been having some pretty good ones, lately, yourself.

12/28/2006

All I really remember is that this was a really intricate dream. Just about everything is lost, though. I remember driving the Grand Prix really fast on a dirt road, next to a lake. I was cutting the corners really close and making the back end swing out, almost sliding off the embankment a few times. This was in third person.
That’s only a small section of the dream though. The rest of it involved hanging out with a bunch of people, somewhere outdoors. There was one girl, in particular, who was with me. I know there was some sort of intense situation that happened, as usual, but I can’t remember what it was.

Hey O, I came to tell you that I had yet another dream with you in it.

I also caught up on your last few days of dreams, and I found it interesting that I also had an "Aquarium Room" type dream last night.

Anyway...cool dreams, as always.

Thanks, TS.

Yeah, that sounded like a pretty wild dream you had, with me in it. Heh. And as far as the aquarium room goes; Great minds think alike, eh?

12/29/2006
"Buster Sword Bust"

All I really remember of this one is that I was at some kind of sword convention or something. A bunch of my friends were there with me. I was digging through a crate that had a whole bunch of replica swords in it. I was getting upset because they were all replicas with dull blades, but when I came across a peice of Cloud's Six-Piece Sword from Advent Children, it was sharp as hell. I kept digging through this huge crate looking for the other peices for it, so I could take it home with me, and I think I ended up finding most of them.
For some reason, though, when I said the word "sword," in conversation, to a friend of mine, some cop heard me and arrested me. Apparently you had to call everything "daggers," while at the convention because "swords" implied something illegal. Kinda like how you can't say "bong" in a bong shop.

And for anybody that has been living under a rock and don't know what the Six-Piece Sword looks like, by now:

Individual pieces:
http://i2.ebayimg.com/04/i/07/52/87/f9_1_sbl.JPG

Combined into one:
http://i17.ebayimg.com/01/i/07/46/67/09_1_sbl.JPG

*from under my rock* "Hey, cool looking swords!"

can you lot with the same names number yourselves as i cant remember who is who and keep having to reread all your posts so i can remembr which iron nut is which?
cmon youre dreamers, be original!

One is Oneironaut and one is oneironut, but I agree it's Really confusing...


...but I was here, first.

Haha.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

One is Oneironaut and one is oneironut, but I agree it's Really confusing...
...but I was here, first.

Haha.
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Lol, sorry, if I had the members list in front of me when I registered, I would've picked something else, but the form accepted the name I wanted and here we are. The controls at least let me add a little disclaimer to my avatar, hopefully that will help.

Oh wait, I thought this was my journal thread I was posting to. Excuse me. *leaves*

Originally Posted by oneironut

Oh wait, I thought this was my journal thread I was posting to. Excuse me. *leaves*
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Hahaha.

Hey Oneironaut, good to see you're still having amazing dreams.

Gotta love that dressing-dream, I have too many like that, but they don't turn out as well as yours did, ahha.

Hey man just wanted to let you know I had my 21st lucid, thanks for all the help so far its been very helpful!!
Happy new year man!

Hey man just wanted to let you know I had my 21st lucid, thanks for all the help so far its been very helpful!!
Happy new year man!

I am going to start a online dj soon and will hopefully fill it up with all of my old entries as well!

[Hope this wasn't too off-topic or anything]

So...I was trying to split the last thread into two, and ended up losing my first entry for the year, along with my first lucid dream. :sweat2:
Sucks, but oh well. It won't be my last.

Originally Posted by Vex;

Hey, I think there must have been a comic book connection happening in dream land last night. I had a dream that had something to do with the Joker that I can't remember now. I just read NeAvO's journal and he had a Hulk Dream. I come here and see you had a super hero dream.

Freakay.


Congrats on your first LD of the new year.
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That is kinda freakay. Great minds think alike.
And thanks for the congrats.

01/04/2007

F.E. (otherwise confidential )

01/05/2007

Was escaping some facility with Todd and some chick that was obviously really close to me. (I had just watched Children of Men again last night, and the action of the dream was really reminiscent of the movie.) It was dark in the hallways and we were having to keep low to keep from being spotted. We got out into what seemed like a huge hangar area, and got into a firefight with a bunch of the people that were supposed to be guarding us. I know that inside the building, I had some kind of an assault rifle and, once the firefight spilled outside, I'd had a shotgun...which seems a little backwards, tactically, now that I think about it.
Anyway, we ran to the front gate of this facility and jumped into two separate cars. I drove one and the girl jumped in to drive the other. Todd, for some reason, decides to hop on the hood of the car the girl was driving, which was a little Beetle, or something, and we drove off away from the people who were chasing us.
Later, we were back at home, though I have now idea who's home it was, and were all just chillin in the living room. The last thing I remember is laying down on the floor and talking to the girl.

01/06/2007
"Disney Beach" / "Phantom Photo"

Only have a couple of fragments that I was able to hang onto. I don't know whether or not they were from the same dream.

At one time, I was on a beach at night with a bunch of people I know. The waves were rolling up on the beach and we were walking about knee-deep in the water. The water was really warm and flowed with the consistency of oil, however it was still a gorgeous blue and seemed to be incandescent, lit up from within as if from the lights of some backyard pool.
I started talking with someone about the water and they said something about the water not being real and that this was all just Disney animation. I remember being overwhelmingly impressed with how much Disney's animation has progressed. Weird.

Another fragment was back at a party at someone's house. I'm pretty sure this was a different dream, now that I think of it. It was a pretty upscale party with some older people there. There was this one short-haired blonde lady that was talking to my group. She suddenly looked passed me and a look of fear came over her. I turned around to see what she was looking at.
On the wall, there was a family picture of her. Before our eyes, the picture was distorting and deterriorating. The lips of her image pulled slowly back into a fanged grin, eyes thinning into an evil glare. She turned into a demon before our eyes. She started screaming and freaking out, looking at the picture, and everyone was wondering what was wrong with her. When she was trying to explain what she saw, no one else seemed to see it. No one but me, anyway.
I told her that I saw exactly what she saw, and we couldn't figure out what was going on. A little while later, I remember glancing over at the woman (the woman herself, not her picture) and her face suddenly flashed into the face of the same demon, glaring at me psychotically, while no one else was looking.

There was much more to both of these dreams, but that's all I remember.

Love the dreams, noticed you still haven't gotten back at that old dude at the bottom of the first page... funny how you act like a DC that doesn't exist IRL while non-lucid.

Haha. Thanks. And yeah, I've actually tried to incubate the old man quite a few times, over the last month or two, with no luck. I haven't forgotten about him, though, and I have a feeling we'll be meeting again, sometime soon.

Aiiee, that last dream seems pretty freaky. Sucks that you didn't become lucid... could've gone up to her and molded her face back to normal! Seems that you haven't been having any of your classic "matrix-style, epic battle-dreams" that you're known for having.

Watch more violence on TV!

Yeah. It's mostly my fault, though. I've been smoking too much lately so I've been really apathetic to my dreaming. I'm out now, though, so I'm anxious to get back into the swing of things. Heh. I'm sure the fun'll begin again, shortly.

And I recently got back into watching a lot of movies. It's just a matter of time.
Haha.

01/08/2007

Dream One
My (deceased) dad was back. We were in our Canterbury duplex and it was late at night, I think. Mom was in the room, on the phone. I had started playing some old soul music on my computer and then went into the kitchen to get a drink. My dad was already in the kitchen, making something to eat.

We started talking about something and I'm pretty sure we had a light argument over something, but I can't remember what. My mom called me in the room and told me there was someone on the phone for me. I was about to walk out of her room, with the phone, and the cord pulled me back. She told me the cordless phone was in the living room. On the way to the living room, I saw that my dad had gone into my room to download/play music on my computer. I thought this was really strange because my dad's never used my computer. I woke up before I could put 2 and 2 together, though.

Dream Two
"Heather and Jae"
Was walking down some city strip, passing a bunch of stores. As I was walking, I noticed two girls walking in front of me. I could see that one of them was glancing back at me by looking into some of the store windows that was passed, at my reflection. They started whispering something or other to each other and I heard one of them say "Why hasn't he said anything?" That's when I recognized one of them as this girl Heather that I haven't seen in a while.

The two of them turned and were just about to head into a store. About to pass by them, I turned and called out "'Ey, Biz!" (Heather's nickname) They both turned around and Heather and I started talking and catching up with each other.

Later, we were in a bar where another old friend of mine, Jae, a boyish lesbian who's one of the coolest people I know, sitting down at a table and playing cards with a bunch of people. We sat down to play and Jae, drunk, goes to slide her chair back and start cheering because she had a good hand, but her chair got caught on my foot and she fell over backward, rolling across the floor. I couldn't help but crack up.

When she sat back down, she smacked the cards down in front of me and said it was my shuffle. I ran into all kinds of trouble, shuffling these cards. First, the deck was just to thick for me to control, then I realized that there were two decks mixed in; a red and blue one. I took out the blue deck and tried shuffling again. Some of the cards were flipped the wrong way. I turned them around, shuffled again and found a couple blue ones still stuck between them. Took those out, shuffled again, and then was actually starting to find everything from paper clips to beer caps wedged in between the cards, that were keeping me from shuffling properly. That's all I remember from this one.

Dream Three
"The Haitians"
I was a villager on some mountainous island paradise. Actually, I think I was a visitor because I didn’t know much about the land until someone told me. Our village was on the top of a cliff – a circular area surrounded on the hilltop by large trees and hidden from nearly all other points on the island, it seemed. Most of us were outside and there were a bunch of children just running around and playing, having a good time. Off to one side, there was a large building whose roof was held up by stone pillars that seemed more fitting for a museum, or something.

I don’t know how the bad blood was born, but our village had a long-running conflict with a large community of Haitians that lived across a body of water that sat a mile or two away from the bottom of our cliff. We could look down over the water, and their area, but they could not look up and see us from below, mostly because we were surrounded by trees, on all sides.

I don’t remember what provoked them, but somehow a long-range firefight broke out between us and them. Most of the people in our village lived in fear of the Haitians because they had superior forces, but I think it was us who started trouble with them. Some of our villagers were shooting down through the trees, off of the cliff, and onto the Haitian’s territory, and there were a lot of bullets coming up in our direction from down there. The women and children started screaming, telling everyone to hide because the Haitians would soon be coming up and looking for blood. Everyone scattered. All of the men took up posts in the trees, as hidden away from the open circle of the inner village as possible. Bullets were riveting into the branches of the trees all around me, as the Haitians continued firing from far below. I saw one of our men, shooting back at them, get sprayed with bullets, a few feet away from me, and he went down.

A short while after the firing stopped, I looked out over the center of the village and saw a large group of men approach with guns. Of course, I didn’t have a gun, myself. My heart started pounding and I could hardly breathe. I was in a twisted position, trying my best to lay flat with a large branch covering most of my body, so that I was partially hidden from view, staring down through the leaves at these men. They caught a few of our villagers and were making “demands” that we must meet so that they wouldn’t come back and lay waste to all our women and children. They then began destroying some of our tools and whatnot. One of the men turned in my direction and squinted through the trees, directly at me. He pointed his gun at me and demanded that I come out of hiding. Reluctantly, I climbed down and walked over to him.

He grabbed me by my neck and spun me around, shoving his gun barrel against my back. I was then herded toward the building at gunpoint and I could hear a frightful reaction from some of our other villages as they watched me get escorted off. I had a feeling I was about to be executed. For some reason, this man pushed me into the building where most of the women and all of the children were. Surprisingly enough, this room looked like a somewhat modern, yet impoverished, school. The children stared at us, wide-eyed, as the man pushed me up against a table. He was about to make an example out of me and kill me in front of all of these children.

Even though my stomach was against the table, the man shoved his gun harder into my back, pushing me forward. The table slid for a moment but then got caught on something. The man kept on pushing, like he was trying to push the gun barrel into my back like a knife. He pushed so hard that I actually split the heavy wooden table in half and fell forward, through it, against the next table. He did the same thing again, driving the gun barrel into my back hard enough to press me through the table, splintering it. The only thing in front of me now was the wall. With my chest against the wall, I felt the gun against my back again. He started to push and he kept on pushing. Talk about pain. I think he was seriously trying to impale me with the gun barrel. The pressure was squeezing me up against the wall, my back arching against the torturous sensation. I didn’t know what to do because fear of being shot in the back kept me paralyzed. The harder he pushed, the worse the pain got until, finally, it became unbearable. A low groan from my mouth escalated into a loud, agonizing yell. Just as I felt the gun was about to penetrate my back, I woke up, the pain fading away as quickly as my eyes had opened.