Golden Tales From The Dream World

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

This should technically be the 13th, since I had my sleep in two parts this day.
I had a nap at around 5 o'clock and woke up at 8, then went back to bed at 2.
However, both dreams are kind of related, so I just decided to lump them both together for the 14th.
Also it's kind of valentines day related so there's that.
Quick warning, this might get a bit sappy around the end. >.>
If you're not into that sorta shit just skip the second part.
Anyways, this involves a girl I'm into, I'll call her E.
Also, I experienced SP for the first time.
I decided to concentrate on the faint noise of my computer in the background is a lied perfectly still.
Eventually after coming in and out of consciousness a few times, I tried to move my hand to adjust my position.
Wouldn't you know it, I couldn't move my arm.
I tried to summon the strength to move it but no matter how hard I did it didn't even budge.
It was like when you sit cross legged for too long and can't physically move your legs after a bit.
Except in this case, it was literally impossible for me.
So I guess I'm getting closer to wild? Maybe?

February 14th 2013

I'm at school walking through the hallway when I bump into this hot girl I like, E.

"Heyyyy " she looks at me with a flirtatious look and shows a friendly smile.

Um, did the girl I like just do that to me?
This is it, this is the greatest day of my life.
I shoot her back they same flirtatious smile.

"Hey." I reply attempting to sound as smooth as possible.

As she walks away she faces me and sings a little melody from some song.

"From dusk till dawn. E-ver-ee night we party, all, night, long."

The melody sounds like it could be from a nursery rhyme, but the lyrics sound otherwise.
(She is a bit of a party girl so it doesn't seem out of character to me.
On a related note this is a really weird thing for someone to do.)
As I begin to revel in the fact that I can probably ask her out now whilst continuing my journey.
I head into the stairwell and see a bunch of kids sitting around talking about stuff.
It seems that they are a part of some sort of club.
I begin to listen in when I hear the word dream brought up.
I guess there talking about there dreams and stuff.
I think that I could maybe try to join there conversation and interject some of my own experience,
with lucid dreaming in particular.
However, as I don't want to intrude or look like some kind of weirdo, I decide to move on.
I end up bumping into another girl that says hi to me.
I don't know who she is, and she looks like she's a grade below me.
Not to be judgmental or anything but she didn't seem to good looking.
For some reason I come to the conclusion that she's hitting on me.
I give her a stoic, non-flirty-as-possible "hi" back.

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I wake up in my bedroom to find two pretty girls I know are in my room with me.
(I don't see this as a false awakening but as a 'time skip' so to speak,
as in, all the things that happened in the previous dream I believe to be real memories).
I get up to greet them, I guess they've been here waiting for me to get up.
When I arise I notice that I'm wearing a baseball cap.

"Hmm, why am I wearing my hat?" I say drowsily.

I take it off and throw it aside.
The two of them are sitting cross legged talking about stuff.
I don't think they've realized I've woken up.

"Um, hello."

Funny seeing you here.

"Oh, hey C.J. " One of them says to me.

They continue on with there conversation.
Well isn't this is just great, two fabulous looking young women have come to see me, and the time they chose to hang out was as soon as I woke up.
I must look like a total mess.
I decide to go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit when E grabs my hand.

"By the way, we had all of your 'special package' that was sitting on the table. "

She's referring to the water bottle with with a bit of rum in it that has been sitting on my desk for the past week.
(It actually has).

"Don't worry about it, there's plenty more where that came from." I tell her.

I'm thinking about the last bottles of vodka that are still downstairs in the cooler.
I've saved them there because I seriously hate vodka.
To me it tastes like water with hand sanitizer.
Though in the end, alcohol is alcohol, so I've saved them for a rainy and desperate day.
Today is that day.
Since I'll be drinking with girls, an event which is good unto itself, I'll be able to man up and hammer down the taste of death.
I head into the bathroom and wash my hands, mulling over all this information in my head.
I head downstairs, (where I knew they were even though I never saw them go) to go hang out with them.
I see my mom laying down on the couch and get kind of embarrassed at the fact that they probably saw her.
(She only wears a thin pajama layer all day).
I ask her where they went and she points over to a distant room.
(The dream topography gets weird here.
You see, I live in a small house, my first floor is pretty small as well.
What happened was, try to imagine that one of the walls has disappeared.
Now instead of seeing outside, you see that the house is actually in another house on some kind of huge floor with a red carpet on it.
Maybe 20 meters away is another room that looks like it belongs in a mansion, and that's where they were.)
I head over to them into the room.
(The sort of temporal rift in the space time continuum closes behind me and now I'm just in the room).
This room looks like it belongs to a rich musician.
There are guitars hung up, record albums, stuff like that.
It has a nice patterned carpet and a few leather couches.
There's a record player here too, but it's a bit odd.
In stead of a real record player it's just kind of a small rod sticking out of the wall.
A record is slid onto that rod via the whole in it's center and it begins to play through the room's sound system.
For some reason the record and the actual cover album are slid on both together.
When I get there a record is already playing.
The art for it is the outline of a man's face in red.
Apparently the two of them really like this record.
(I can't remember what the music sounded like).
We listen to it for a bit when we later transition into a classroom.
Now we're in rows of desks, and the two of them are sitting 2 rows behind me.
We're watching this kind of documentary on a projector about all these criminals through history.
(None of them were real criminals).
Nearing the end of the documentary is the story about a particular woman.
What she did was take a jar with a baby shaped grape gummy bear inside and a jar with a premature baby and threw then from her window onto the street.
I just kind of found this funny.
When I notice that my once house guests have now pretty much abandoned me,
I decide to go and sit next to another girl in the class.
At first she's a bit confused at my sudden change in seats, but soon we strike up a conversation.
We're talking about something or the other, it's pretty difficult to pay attention.
At some point I kind of feel a connection between the two of us.
I know that she also feels the same way.
The conversation turns into us telling things about each other.
Soon the dream fades out.

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Part 2

E shows up to my house.
She has a bunch of stuff on her, like bags and purses.
She comes inside and sets them down on my couch, (seems like my mom isn't here).
We start to talk for a bit about various things.
Sometime later another kid I know, Sean, also drops by.
I really don't have a problem with him visiting, mi casa su casa and such.
I go upstairs for a bit and get on my computer.
(In non-vivid dreams I can sometimes use my computer, but I always use it telepathically, and everything on it is pretty skewed).
I remember going on facebook and checking out which of my friends have what friends.
After a bit I go to the top of my staircase.
Apparently Sean has left.
E isn't here either, her stuff is still here though.
Guess that means she's coming back, good.
Then something kind of hits me.
Sean wasn't really here was he?
My mom was never really here was she?
The previous events that happened weren't real were they?
(I'm on the cusp of lucidity at this point).
E wasn't actually- no, she was really here.
Her stuff is here, that must mean that she was really here.
So that means she'll come back, and we can start hanging out and stuff. ^_^
Yeah, there's no way she didn't actually come here, and that we didn't actually talk...
Yeah...
My previous realizations have destabilized the dream, but I still hold onto this reality for as long as I can.
Dreamspace around me starts to become dark and distorted.
Maybe everything else wasn't real, but she was real.
Soon this thought is the only thing that exists, everything else has faded away.
I open my eyes.
Even though I'm now awake the previous thought still perpetuates through my mind.
I haven't realized yet.
I think, I should go downstairs, tidy up her stuff, and wait for her.
It's at this moment when the cold hard anvil known as reality comes crashing down on the fragile vase known as my heart.
It almost physically hurts.







;_;






Side note on the "temporal rift".
I think this may be the way we "transition" in dreams, but we are so accustom to it we don't notice.
Maybe, I dunno.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

So here, there's only one really worth while thing that happens in this dream.
I realize that there's no way my given situation can be happening.
As I've said previously, I've been through many an apocalypse in my dreams.
At this point, dream me has kind of come accustom to doubting there existence.
What was weird to me was how strongly my dream tried to enforce in my head the fact that the event really was taking place.

February 13th 2013

I'm on a school trip to europe.
Were currently at a little hotel and I'm sitting around in a comfy love seat in the lobby.
I fiddle around with my jackets a bit (I wear 3 hoodies at a time) and set them down on the love seat in front of me.
I'm just kind of relaxing, enjoying the feeling of being in a foreign environment.
Suddenly one of the teachers that I was with came over to me with a distressed look on his face.

"C'mon, get your stuff, we gotta go." He says so in his typical monotone fashion.

I put my jackets back on and head with him
Theres no time to get my suitcase or anything else I may have left.
We are in a serious hurry.
I wonder what's going on that would warrant such worry.
Apparently a huge pandemic had broken out throughout europe.
A virus was out that was killing a staggering amount of people.
We had to leave the country before the virus "came to where we are".
I transition to my computer, and I'm making a post about whats going on on DV in a general sub-forum.
I'm talking about how it's crazy that this sort of thing is actually happening.
Then out of nowhere the thought kind of dawns on me.

"Did any of this really happen?" I wonder.

I mean, things like this kind of don't happen normally.
This can't have been a real event, it must have been fake.
Then an incredibly strong feeling of what I can describe as "realness" ached in my head.
No, this really is happening but it was just an unlikely occurrence.
That feeling persists for a few seconds before my doubt returns.
None of this can be real, this is impossible.
Wait, what does that mean again?
This isn't a real event actually occurring right now?
Does that mean this is a...dream?
Ah damn it was.