TaintedViking
Dreamer

First vivid dream in quite a while

At a hotel for a nice date with my wife. It may be a messiah conference, but I decide I'll do something nice and get a nicer room. For some reason, the rooms are labeled in the First, Second and Third class categories. I decide to choose first class (which turns out to be the crappiest) It is a large open room with several double wide chairs (Not quite loveseats, just chairs for fat guys) The room is made in tiers, and it adjoins the main hall. On each tier are 10 chairs. We are given our allotment of two chairs as our "room." People are flipping their chairs over to make beds, forts, etc. All of the people in this section are college age, single men. I drop off our bags, and go in search of better accommodation. We run into a few guys from our youthgroup, who joke and say that perhaps someday, they'll share the cost of a room with us, and run upstairs to the nicer levels. I briefly consider asking some of our other friends to split a room, but realize that my intent had been to do something nice for the wife, and continue my search for an employee.

~~~SHIFT~~~

We are now in a camp setting. In a small, white, farmhouse; which has been converted to a camp-cabin. My entire youthgroup is here as well as my wife. The subject matter is something awkward (Don't think it was THE talk, but something awkward). After the awkward talk, it progressed to some sort of story telling. While telling the stories, the female youth leader pulled out a device about the size of an iron and began massaging the member's backs with it. The device produced a violin hum. A low note sustained, which pulsed with each new stroke of the device. It was extremely hypnotic, and the individuals who were undergoing the massage fell asleep. With the hypnotic sound, and the rhythmic movement, I begin to doze off.

I wake up a few times to see that the youth leader has stopped his story, while his wife is still massaging the youth members. My own wife is still awake and has a similar device in her hand. She jumps on my back and begins massaging my shoulders with it. I quickly recede into slumber.

~~ SHIFT~~

I am at a school, or perhaps a continuation of the same camp. There are large castles, and towers. and wooden structures. I get the impression there are continued studies regarding magic, or possibly psionics. Everyone seems to have abilities such as throwing fire, lightning, shielding, etc. I am an advanced student, and am a bit of a teachers' pet. I have recently gained the ability to throw fireballs, which is something I really am not supposed to have at this point, but because I am so advanced, I am allowed to practice. I remember several situations in which I am in the ramparts of a large, braced, wooden structure. Possibly a wall, or possibly an amphitheater of some kind. I throw the fireballs around, and watch them splash across the creosote coated wood, knowing that my power is neither great enough, nor are my fireballs hot enough to burn through the resilient covering.

We are attacked one day by a group of bad guys (possibly a rival school, it is tough to remember). I remember I am one of the few students that can fight back due to my recent acquisition.

I'm not sure why, but this one stuck with me very hard. It was an extremely emotional dream compared to most.

Seal Chasing
Non-Lucid
Very Memorable

Non-dream Non-Lucid Lucid

The scene starts off with me and my pet seal walking down the street, looking for somewhere for her to play. We come across a gym/olympic training center for swimmers. We go inside, and see no one, so we make our way down the main hall, past an empty reception desk towards a room with large wooden doors. On our left, there is a large trophy case with glass shelves. We cautiously open the door. NO one is inside, so we make our way in. The room is extremely large, in the center is a pool, which has a layer of ice over it. We decide to hop onto the ice and play around for a while.

After several minutes of playing on the ice, the seal finds a small hole, and jumps on it, widening the hole, and allowing her to slip beneath the surface. I rush over to the hole and peer down inside. The seal is playing in the water, swimming around. I decide that the swimming will be good for her, so I slide around on the ice for a while longer. After a few more minutes, I return to the hole and look for my seal, who is nowhere to be seen.

I search around further for the seal and see, at the bottom of the pool, a hole and a very large tube/pipe leading further down. I head out of the room and search for a way down.

Jump.

I'm downstairs now, searching for the seal. I run down the hall, peeking into the rooms on each side. Each room is very long, several hundred yards. They're all filled with water slides, pools, diving boards. Some of the larger slides stretch to the ceiling and large pipes like the one I saw on the surface end just above them as if to go directly from the pool above down to these slides. I continue running, and see more and more of the extremely large rooms on the left and the right.

Finally, I reach the end of the hall, and turn back to go into some of the rooms.

Jump.

Now I'm being chased by large men wearing suites and sunglasses (Secret Service types) I grab anything I can find to use as a weapon. Unfortunately, for the most part, I can only find pens and pencils. I find a maintenance bay, and grab some screwdrivers. As I leave the bay and continue down the hallway, one of them starts running the opposite way down the hall towards me. I pull out my improvised weapons, and begin to chuck pencils and pens at him like throwing spikes. I throw knives in RL, so I'm not surprised to find frequent allusions to knife throwing in my dreams. I stick a couple of pens in his chest and torso, but nothing deep enough to be more than a nuisance. Then I throw a screwdriver, and stick him deep in the collar/shoulder, and he goes down. I continue running and come to a rolling tool cart. I refill by picking up a screwdriver and another pen.

I'm back upstairs now, and I am entering the room we skated in again. Inside are two guards, and behind them is something shining with bright yellow light. I throw my screw driver at the further guard, and stab the closer with my pen. I run over to the shining light, and it is a dear on a pedestal. There are laurel wreaths to each side of the deer. The whole setup looks like a grand shrine. I shouted 'Chani!' There you Are! And the dream faded.

At some point the seal became a deer. The name I called it is that of a character in the Dune series by Frank Herbert.
I don't know why this was so important. I had a lot of emotion invested into the search for the seal. The whole experience stuck in my mind.

After more than a year of slack, I've decided to start keeping a DJ again.

Video Games
Non-Lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

The scene is a COD Black Ops map. I know I’m playing a game, in fact, at one point I realize that pressing LB and double tapping A make me sprint. I do not know how I had a controller, it was as if I had dual consciousness. I could feel my ‘in-game body’ , as well as my ‘player’ hands. I play around with sprinting for a while. There are mammoths walking around, and I attack one from atop a stone column. The mammoth chases me into a small house, all the while, I’m whacking it with a minecraft sword. I close the door of the small house in the mammoth’s face, but I can see that it will not hold for long. The top hinge breaks, and the door falls partially over. I can see the mammoth pressing up against the door. Somehow Gandalf appears in front of the mammoth and starts banging on the door with his staff and shouting at me to open it. Finally he gets mad and shouts to some deity “AKATOSH MOVE THIS DOOR!” Several times he shouts “AKATOSH MOVE!”

I'm not sure why I had so many video game elements in this one, I haven't had time to play in weeks.

This one is boring, you probably shouldn't read it. I'm only posting it because I've had so few this month that I've been able to remember when I wake up. I'm curious though, the first 2 months I was keeping a dream journal, I'd recall several dreams a week, even multiple dreams per night, but now... slim pickins... Well, here it is anyway.

Uneventful
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I'm walking outside of the house in which I grew up. My family is living there, and I've been away for some time, possibly at college. My sister and mom are playing in the yard, and my dad is presumably inside. I head for the side yard, and where it used to be a large grassy area with a cherry tree in the middle, there were now stables and a large, fenced in area. I look into the stables as I walk past and see miniature horses inside, a few chewing on some hay, others roaming the pasture area, and still others chillin in their stalls. There are also Canada geese walking around, as domesticated, not free roaming animals. I approach my mom, and we talk bit about the changes they've made since I've been gone. I think it's pretty cool that they've built this stable, and it will be so good for the family to have the extra income coming in from the geese and mini horses.

Time Lost

I'm outside with my sister and my dad, near a campfire on the far side of the pasture from the house. It's daytime, mid afternoon, and the fire has burned down to red coals. My sister is lighting small fireworks, watching them shoot up and explode. I approach them, just as she lights a new firework. This one shoots up about 15 feet into the air and explodes into silver powder, which then erupts into a massive fireball. I can feel the heat and the change in pressure, though I'm about 30 feet away. It seemed almost as if there were a hydrogen balloon behind the cloud of silver dust that was burning, Idk. I came closer, making some comment about that last one, when my dad hurriedly runs over and picks up the spent capsule the firework was contained in with tweezers. He tosses it into a beaker which contains some kind of milky, translucent mixture. He swirls it around, and it begins to foam up. He stirs it some more, and it does so again. He is trying to save some of the explosive material to make more fireworks.

Time Lost

I'm heading back outside, looking for something, I'm not sure what. I head over towards the stables, and go through the gate. I head inside, looking at the miniature horses. They're all in their stalls now for the evening. It's about 6pm, the sun is still up, but the light is beginning to fade. I walk through the pasture, and whistle for a horse to come over to me so I can pet it. For some reason, the horses are not all in their stalls now, a few of them are standing in the space between the stalls in the middle of the stable. Then I make the Click Click thing with my tounge, and the horse looks up at me and starts my way. Unfortunately, a goose is attracted by my whistling and clicking, and decides to come over to me. The horse looses interest and bends down to graze. I'm a bit annoyed by the stupid goose, but will settle for petting it instead. I hold my hand out and the goose pulls its head back, investigates it and allows me to touch it. I touch the side of its head, and go to stroke its neck, but it takes a snap at me. I try this a couple more times, and get mad. Finally I decide that I don't care what it does, I want to pet it! I quickly stick my arm out, and stroke it all the way from its head to its body. It's now the goose's turn to get mad, and it takes another snap at me, this time, actually nicking my finger. I reach out to tousle the feathers on its head, and it chomps down on my fingers, as if it were trying to gnaw with it's little beak teeth. My fingers are inside the goose's mouth for several seconds, and I remember thinking that I had always believed it to be really painful to be snapped by a goose, but it didn't hurt that bad at all!

SPACE!!!!
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I'm floating in space, making repairs on a shuttle. My cat, who apparently can breathe just fine, is floating in space next to me. My dad, who is another astronaut, but from another mission (I get the impression he's Russian) floats over to me just as I finish my task. We start to wonder how long we can last up here before we have to go back down to earth. We decide we've got a year's worth of food, and could stay that long. I then wonder if the sun's heat and space's cold would cause stress fractures to develop due to rapid expansion and contraction of the materials.

Dream shifts

I'm viewing a board room, not sure if I'm actually there though. Scientists are discussing the mission, and problems related to it. There is a ton of tension in the room. There is an enormously fat woman who stands up and addresses the conference. She is very douchey and doesn't seem to care about our lives. My cat is there now, and he keeps meowing. The woman is annoyed and puts him in a dishwasher, but doesn't seal it up all the way. I can hear him continue to meow though now it's muffled. She says 'They aren't cats that we can do whatever we want with their lives.'