Raven's Roost

Hey guys! I managed to have three vivid dreams last night, and while they were all quite short I was proud that I can now remember three, when I could barely remember one just 6 days ago! None were lucid, however .

Why am I wearing a Towel/ Dog-Llama

In my first dream, I was with a cute girl from one of my friend groups, dressed in nothing but towels. We were walking outside on a bright winter day. I could't feel the cold, and this should have tipped me off that it was a dream, but alas it did not. As we came around a bend, my family stood on the snowy sidewalk, all letting their dogs play. I had never seen these dogs before, but it seemed to make sense that they all had at least two dogs. It was my father, step mother, two pairs of aunts and uncles, and my grand parents - all having a grand time. Upon closer inspection, I find that one of my grandmother's dogs are really strange looking. Upon waking I will realize that it looked like a strange dog because it was a llama. Come ON dream me! Get your shit together!

The girl I was with played with the dogs for a while, then declared that we needed to get one. For some reason there was a Mac home PC on a pedastal outside, so I decided to show her how cute Husky-Lab mixes are. I remember her smiling, and her eyes being incredibly blue. Like really blue... And as I started to get certain feelings *cough* my dream faded out.

Crazy

When the dream fades back in I'm on my back in a high-school art room, laying on a table. The girl I was just with is standing near my knees, and we finally have clothes on, (though I'll come to find my fly down after a few minutes... sigh). There are a bunch of science projects set up, however I begin to sing Gnarles Barkley's "Crazy", and everyone joins in. I sing it REALLY well (I'm a singer IWL, but I was hitting crazy high notes), and it was a blast. Everyone knew their part and we threw down an incredible acapella (a full song with just voices) remix of it... Pretty sure this dream came from my girlfriend forcing me to watch Pitch Perfect.

After its over we all go back to our stations, and some kid explains to me how there is enough grease in most human hair that you could condense it and turn it into edible spam. Vom.

Fragment: Call of Duty

Two little twelve-year-olds discuss Call of Duty, and it turns out that the blonde one that looks like a punky future Skin-Head is ranked 50 something-ith in the world. I grab a controller and as I stare at the TV I become the soldier I'm controlling. Evidently this is normal, as I don't panic. Right off the bat I start totally destroying the enemy, who are dressed in black combat gear with black gas masks. Its in a sunny, open area just outside of a modern, expensive house and a really nice modern garage with cool cars. I end up killing 15 of them before I slowly wake up.


Quite a busy dream night, and really clear recall! I am dissapointed that I still haven't had a lucid, but I know that I first have to have lots of vivid dreams so I can find my dream signs. Not worried! I seem to come very close to realizing I'm dreaming every dream too, so I have hope. Tonight I will try a WILD around 4 AM.

Dark Souls-ish Dream - The Lost Gun

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Legnth: Medium

Lucid Non-Lucid


I am standing in a large central hub of a dark, twisted world. This hub is essentially a gorgeous train station, however it is ancient and crumbling. Vendors of all sorts of goods are set up throughout the train station, and other "players" are scattered around, talking to each other. I stand in front of a bandaged vendor, and from what little skin shows I can tell that he has been horribly burned at some point in his life. He has just improved my favorite gun. A gorgeous, ivory-plated six-shooter, with an extended barrel and runic carvings throughout. Its a classic pistol, flint-lock and like something out of the revolutionary war. I really don't know anything about guns, but somehow I knew plenty in this dream...

I have just spent tons of this universes currency on him improving it, and I am excited to try it out. A "player" - someone that I know is another adventurer and survivor like me - comes to the same vendor, smiling. She has white hair, a reoccuring theme three nights in a row for me. I smile back, and put my gun on the table to pay the vendor. He thanks me for the business in a gravelly, damaged voice, and I reach down for my gun to go test it out.

Its gone.

Looking around, I see the white haired woman making her way quickly out of the Station, pushing past players and looking about anxiously. That bitch just stole my beloved gun!

I run back and buy another, totally un-upgraded pistol in haste. It will have to do. I holster it next to my musketeer sword, my other weapon, and chase after her. She sees me hot on her tail, and breaks into a run, choosing to go the way of the sewers. As I run after her through the muck - phantoms materialize out of no where in the shape of british red-coat sailors. I fence with them quickly, knocking one blade aside, and putting a few bullets into his back. I leave the other one and run after the thief once more.

I finally catch sight of her as I reach the end of the sewer. Many more red-coats have formed behind me, but I pay them no mind. She enters a door that looks very much like an old schoolhouse door, and I crash in after her.

The Schoolhouse and Skrillex

As I crash into the door, I find myself in a gutted school room, also looking dusty and ancient. My girlfriend is asleep on one of the beds, and I actually notice that it seems to be more of an infirmary than anything, though I know she isn't sick. I forget my quest for the gun instantly, and I lay down to go to sleep. Before I can, there is a knock on the door, and a girl I recognize from my college campus asks if her and her friend can come sleep because of some strange situation I can't remember. My girlfriend shrugs so I say yes, and she proceeds to bring about thirty people into our room.

So much for one friend?

One of the kids begins to play a Skrillex song (a dubstep music artist), and I tell him that I have some nice speakers in my room (which I do). I take his iPod and then realize that the remix of the Skrillex song doesn't actually exist... Wait... Is this a dream? I think to myself, as my alarm goes off.

Phew! That dream was a doozie, and I was ALMOST LUCID! Gahhh. I think I was way too tired to lucid dream though, as I was already starting to fall asleep at 9PM and ended up finally going to bed at 1:30AM

More to come tomorrow!