The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

26.08.2012

First Stablising Attempt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


My third lucid since using DreamViews! Dream recall has be shit recently, due to getting a maximum of 6 hours of sleep each night from working 12 hour shifts at the Olympics. This dream occurred on one of my days off, however, during a comfortable 12 hours sleep.

As I'm walking a builder/gardener out of my family's new house, he hands me a massive joint, saying he doesn't want or need it. I gladly take it and walk back into my house. I walk past a room where my mum's sitting and worry that she may have seen it in my hand. Semi-panicking, I dash it under a cupboard in the next room.

She then calls me back and asks if I have any weed on me. I confidently say no, and challenge her to search me, but she uses an electronic radar device to search the immediate area. Thankfully nothing shows up, even after increasing the radius of the radar.

Once she moves to the garden, I act on my opportunity to move the weed upstairs to the attic room.

Here's where it gets interesting.

When coming back downstairs, I contemplate vaulting over the bannister. Suddenly I remember, vaulting over bannisters and falling the ground floor was a recurring dream during my childhood. Am I dreaming? The fact that I'm even considering falling that far suggests I must be. Only one way to find out.

I fall almost the whole way, but just before the ground I levitate.

I'm dreaming, I knew it! Now to have some fun.

I fly around the house for a bit, before making my way back upstairs to my room. For the first time I remember I have to stablise in order to keep this incredible dream going. I rub my hands together and a wave of euphoria hits me. Who knew stablising could feel this good?

I then rub my hands on my chest of drawers and I'm amazed at how accurately my mind has recreated its texture! The euphoria intensifies and I just stand there, rubbing my hands on the wooden cupboard.

I attempt to transport into my computer monitor, but this fails and I decide I'm not experienced enough to pull of such advanced maneuvers and the dream ends.

02.07.2012

My Dad Wants To Smoke Weed (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm with my dad, who rolls a joint, badly, and I have to tidy it up for him. I can tell he's new to it as he's overly eager for me to spark it, though I act cool and nonchalant. Though I don't know how my dad really feels about weed, the fact that it's illegal is enough for him.

A policeman comes to the window of our car, just as I manage to hide all the bits of weed scattered across my lap.

We never got round to sparking it

Only a small fragment again, but it was pretty vivid.

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23/3/12

In my uni flats, everyone is filing out on their way to the headmaster [as if back in school] for disciplinary action. Nothing to do with me, I pretend to be involved to fit in and head towards the exit with everyone else. However, I remember a baking tray that urgently needs to be returned to my room, and turn back.

In my room, I find three guys, one of which I know, smoking. In reaction to my confusion, they tell me it's my fault for leaving my door unlocked. I agree, and join them. I light something balloon shaped, which is almost as big as my head, before putting it back down on a huge pile of tobacco.

Not much of a recall here, but as part my 'upload even the smallest dream fragments' initiative, I thought I should type this up.

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21/3/12

I'm on my way to a big rave [no doubt foreshadowing seeing Rusko, TC and Wilkinson on the 24th] but I'm making the 30 minute journey on foot because everyone's too slow getting ready - and I'm eager to skanking! However, just before I arrive at the club, at about 3am, I realise I've left my 'friend' (we'll call her Mandy) at home. Deciding it's too late to get back and get 'her', I get in the queue behind some girls I know. They whisper amongst themselves as they can't tell if it's me or not, due to my drastic haircut. Shortly after, I see Jay in the queue, who overtook me in a taxi on my way here. He begins making his bombs, calling them 'F Bombs'.