Mario's New Epic Dream Journal of Awesomeness

Originally Posted by Mario92

03.10.2009

FIRST LUCID!!! (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I did the lucid dreaming mantra last night, and I had a grand total of 2 or three dreams. The biggest event of the night, however, was MY FIRST LUCID EVER! Apparently, I was in the army and we were marching down this big, dusty hill thing surrounded by wooden walls. I looked at it, realized I had been here before in my dreams, and that this must be a dream. The excitement was so much that I had a false awakening.

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03.10.2009

False awakening (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The false awakening itself was quite unusual. I remember that my dream began to melt away, and I tried very briefly to fly, but then I quickly attempted to spin, which did some pretty weird things. I could feel the body in my bed, but spinning almost made it like I was fighting to stay lucid and drag myself back to the dream world. At any rate, I lost the dream (and lucidity). Right after my false awakening, I hopped on my laptop, which was now apparently in the corner of my bedroom, and began to record my dream journal. There was something odd that happened, but I fail to recall what. Then I woke up.

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03.10.2009

In weight training class (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Prior to my FIRST LUCID DREAM!!!!!, I had weight training class. This was an incredibly vivid, detailed dream. We had a drill seargent as an instructor, and he was a real bastard. I went up to him and asked why the hell I was in his weight training class, when I had not signed up for it. He went on to tell me that the legal procedures class I had originally wanted was filled up, and that the school felt that this would be a reasonable substitute. I begged to differ, and after a bit of groveling, we went into the shower room. Because it was the women's shower room, it smelled pleasant. All the guys were stripping down, but I was looking for a place to hide to avoid showering. Then the dream blurred and got fuzzy. I'm pretty sure that I also remember about 1 or 2 other dreams or dream fragments, but I'm not sure...

For the sake of maximum volume, I'm leaving the quote tags in. Please pardon the inconsistency.

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SHOCKING RECALL

02.24.2010

Yes? No? Maybe So? (Non-lucid)

SCENE DESCRIPTION DREAM LUCID

I was walking around my high school, though the halls were oddly empty. I ran into a classmate of mine; one I have sort of a crush for. I was taken aback by her exquisite beauty...she had dark brown eyes, fine black hair cut in a flirty, boyish bob, and a figure to die for. We started talking, leading to casual flirting. She started dropping some serious hints, which I failed to pick up on. I continued to chatter away, and a dark look clouded her face. She looked as if she wanted to claw my eyes out. I had offended her deeply. She told me she was just about ready to ask me out on a date, but not anymore. I apologized profusely, but she would have none of it. She turned on her heel and walked off.

I let her have her space, but I soon ran into her again. Again, I apologized left and right, owning up full responsibility to whatever I had done. She had cooled off, and was considering giving me a second chance when the dream ended.

I like these kinds of dreams...anything dealing with love, romance, or relationships sets me on a sort of tranquil melancholy for the rest of the day, which is a feeling I've become quite fond of. A feeling of longing, mixed with a tinge of regret, but also with the sheer joy of getting to experience something relating to a relationship.

14.01.2010

Don't Fear The Reaper (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am sitting at the computer, logged on to Youtube. I'm watching a video involving dart wars and Kirie from Girls Bravo. As soon as the video ended, I live through it. The house is divided into two camps; red on one side, blue on the other. The blue team consists of Kirie, Koyomi, and myself. On the red team are my two annoying next-door neighbors. We all have dart weapons. The blue side has three-pronged blasters, and the red team has this two-barreled semi-automatic reloader thing. The battle commences. My team quickly gains the upper hand, driving back the red team. As the other members of the blue team go forth and conquer all, I am left to guard the base. This gets boring very quickly. Eventually, I become highly impatient and decide to go roam for a snack. I get my snack and discover that the red team has been more or less conquered. They have been driven to the back porch, and are taking heavy fire from Koyomi and Kirie. Somehow, they summoned about seven hundred nerf darts, and are now shelling the red team mercilessly. Finally, the battle ends...or so I think. Kirie steps out of the bunker and lifts up one of the red team members. He stammers out a sentence...
"But...I thought you were on our team."
"Don't worry, I am."
She pulls out a Halo plasma grenade and throws it behind her, sticking it to me. The grenade goes off, destroying my house as it does so. We are all now airborne. Massive chunks of rock are flying through the air. Below us, there are many long, long drops to instant death. Our only hope of suriving is to latch onto a rock and hope it absorbs the blow. Everyone is able to clamor onto this one flat rock, but I cannot find one.

I drift over a massive waterfall and begin my plummet to death. Down, down I go, faster and faster, hurling toward a rocky outcropping below. I count down the time. All fear is gone, replaced by a feeling of exhiliration. Three...two...one...I smash into the rocks. A book is open right before my nose...it seems to contain credits for something. As my body shuts down and my consciousness fades, I read over the book, knowing that it shall be the last thing I ever see. Death did not come, however. I did not lose my grip on consciousness, and my body didn't feel broken or misshapen. Just as I realized I was still perfectly okay, the dream ended.

10.01.2010

A Story of Love, Romance, Nerds, and Fail (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm standing outside this great building, all steel and glass. Inside, it is pitch-black. I had arrived. Inside is my one-way ticket to manhood. All I must do is find her, and let events run their course. I stride through the doors with confidence, donning the night-vision goggles. Within the great steel trap is hundreds; nay, thousands of girls, all of them my age. They are lined up, working in this factory, making small bobbles. They do not have goggles, and are thus unable to see what they are doing, but they are still highly skilled at what they do. I pace up and down the aisles, looking for one girl who speaks to me, one who catches my attention. I find her at the end of a row. She is a very cute girl of Asian descent, but also having ancestors of European descent. A small pair of glasses frame her eyes. Her smile is dazzling.

I approach the bench where she's working at and strike up a brief conversation, trying to get a feel for her personality and voice. Her voice is astounding, and many of her hobbies and interests parallel mine. Although everything is still green and she cannot yet see me, I kknow that this is the one for me. I remove the goggles and tap a button, switching on the lights. She looks at me, and a smile spreads across her face. She approaches, drapes her arms around me, and kisses me. She pushes hard against me, knocking me into a chair that had conveniently appeared right behind us. She stands to the side of the chair; I sweep her off her feet and place her on my lap. She holds me tight, kissing and hugging, her hands exploring my every being. I do the same, feeling her smooth legs, playfully pushing her skirt up. She giggles and kisses me hard once more.

Just as I'm about to cross the border to manhood, a feral scream pierces the factory. This massive ape of a man comes barreling at me, a look of pure hatred in his eyes. He does this flying tackle into me, knocking away the girl and pinning me to the floor, foaming slightly at the mouth.
"Back off, twerp, she's all mine."
The man is dressed in what looks to be some sort of cosplay outfit. A plastic sword hangs at his hip; his hair is dyed a fiery red. The girl commands him to get up, apologizing profusely. She explains that Eddy is confused, and he somehow got it into his head that she is his girlfriend. As I get up and dust myself off, I tell her that it isn't a problem. I ask how we can get rid of him; she recommends getting a good hotel room. Eddy hears us, though, and insists on sticking to us like glue. I simply sigh, shaking my head...I ask her if she would like to go on a date instead, to which she consents.

The scene skips ahead to a gloomy sort of park, laden with fog and strange plants. I am holding the girl's hand, Eddy practically breathing down my neck. I recall that I have a Semester Test tomorrow for a very important class, and that I should be going so I can study. The girl is saddened by this; she kisses me lightly, her lips brushing mine ever so slightly. I thought Eddy's eyes would pop out of his head. I tell her that it might be a good idea to get a restraining order against this fruit cake, and she promises to go down to the police station first thing in the morning. I kiss her one more time, then depart.

The scene skips to my Literature class. I had done no studying for this test, which was a darn shame. I don't know the answer to most of the questions on the test. All I can do is scribble in a small amount of text beneath a few of the questions. My grade is right on the edge; this test is crucial. I turn in my half-filled sheet of paper, hoping for a good grade. I take to pacing the room and eating Christmas ornaments for some reason. The glass does not hurt or draw blood; instead, it just sort of tickles. I spray fragments of glass everywhere as I pace about. The rest of the class is still working; the clock reads 7 p.m. School ended hours ago. Everyone was staying late just to finish the tests. Finally, the teacher calls me over and gives me the terrible news. I take a cursory glance at the grade: 6/25. I look again: 16/25. Not much better, considering it counted for 20% of my final grade. I am screwed. The dream ends in a fit of panic.

I think I just broke my all-time longest dream record...

27.12.2009

Finding my Dream Guide? Part I (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






That would be the potential appearance of my dream guide. Last night, I had two dreams completely separate of each other, but both involved the same DC, and each time, the DC guided me through the dream. While she did not guide me in becoming lucid, she did guide me through my dreams, and in my book, that's good enough.

The first dream is starting to fade rapidly, but I remember that it involved water; a lot of water. It must have been either a dam or an ocean. I think I was being chased by something, and the pink-haired girl (Miharu) helped me to escape. She knew exactly where to go and how to get there.

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27.12.2009

Finding my Dream Guide? Part II (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was a bit more vivid. I was late for College, and driving around streets I did not know. Miharu was talking to me through either a cell phone or radio. I knew it was her because we spoke face-to-face ahead of time. Anyway, the streets were packed with traffic, and I was late. She told me of a cool little shortcut that not many people knew about. I took a winding maze of back streets, guided by her voice, and finally found the shortcut she was talking about. Traffic was backed up here, too, but she told me how to weasel into position to beat the system. Within half a minute, an officer waved me through, and I continued onward to class.

At school, my dumbass guidance counselor showed up and started harassing me about some paperwork nonsense. Again, through Miharu's voice, I was able to evade my guidance counselor and get everything perfectly squared away.

I do not know if Miharu is my dream guide or not, but these two dreams, for now, back up that notion. Only time will tell...

28.11.2009

Awesome Tea Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was flat-out funny. Okay, I was back at this store, similar to Costco. While my sister and mother went out shopping for regular stuff, I was busy looking for tea to buy. I was shopping for herbal tea, dirt cheap. This nice lady helped me to find everything I needed. In the end, I had many, many bags of high-quality herbal tea for very little money. At the register, when the total came to $98.98, I started freaking out, forgetting that my folks had also grabbed stuff. Once that was settled, the dream skipped to a cool little scene where I am standing before the master of Tea himself. He is going to train me in the way of the tea. As my first test, he sets an almond down before me. I finish my cup (which smelled and tasted delicious), and climbed the mountain before me. At the top, I gathered myself, assumed the samurai stance, hung over the edge of the great cliff before me, and belched like no one has ever belched before. The shock waves cracked the almond perfectly (I later had fun trying to reassemble the pieces). When I got back down to the bottom of the mountain, my mother was congratulating me and couldn't be any prouder. The wife of the Master, though, was thoroughly mortified, and almost seemed to be afraid of me. Then the dream ended.

This has been a test post brought to you courtesy of the "copy to dj" button. This bit works fairly well, though the automatic quote tags are a bit of a pain to clean up. That said, I had to edit the dream anyway to isolate the desired content. Overall, I give it an 8/10.

Well, alright then. Seeing as how the mods aren't giving me much of a choice here (glare), I'm kinda forced to start a new journal, and so end my former thread of crashing brilliance and awesomeness. 450 posts large...shame to see it die so young. Not to mention, Banhurt's DJ program won't work quite right for a bit. Going solely on the tutorial (yes, a tutorial. That should be warning flag number one), I can't help but feel that this new program is mostly bloat. I shall see if my prediction holds up, but briefly skimming over the picture version (multiple tutorial versions. Second warning flag), it looks more complicated and bloated than the previous system.

I also find the tags to be a bit arbitrary. Why is there one for "nightmare," but not "sex?" I know that I personally have a lot more sex dreams than nightmares, and find them more enjoyable to read. How about "catgirl?" Can I have a catgirl tag? Or how about the nice broad category of "enjoyable?" "Memorable" sort of covers that, but a dream can be memorable for numerous reasons, and not necessarily pleasant ones that create an intense urge to review that particular dream ever again. Too much thousand island, not enough lettuce.

But, on to new horizons. This post, I guess, is a test post. Soon shall follow a test copy of one of my older dreams, and if successful, I will copy the more fun dreams over. Why the rainbow paragraph? A test of colors. To make sure they work, so at least the DJ format will hold up. If you're wondering what I'm blathering about, it means that my new DJ will be located in the spam empire.

This is the conclusion of what I like to refer to as the "first impressions" review. Further down the road, I may very well end up eating my words, but at the moment, I'm just a bit pissed. Thank you and good day.