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    An Insomniac's Dream Journal

    I have a pretty terrible habit of not recording my dreams. I started this as an attempt to finally get back on track with my dream recall and general interest in LDing. Let's hope it works.

    1. Day 108 & 109: Hey, Me.

      by , 05-30-2018 at 06:33 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 7:00 AM

      Dream 92: Reflections

      In the car with my brother, daytime. We're driving down the highway. My brother next to me is holding the phone camera to my face, and I'm trying to get it off of me.

      I managed to steal a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was oddly clear and high res. I think it looked a little more attractive than I do in WL (Heck, I felt like Dreamy Luigi from M&L: Dream Team. No real difference except I looked better).

      Dream 93: Ham and Anger

      In the kitchen with my sister and her boyfriend, morning. They had just made me food (Migas with ham on the side). I was also watching Hulu on the Switch and I had my headphones on (The ones I lost a couple days ago).

      My cousin (Let's call him Quiet J, because why not) walks in and, being as standoffish as he is, says something to me while failing to acknowledge I was wearing headphones. I remember it being some kind of insult but I didn't want to make him angry while he was there, so I let him get his food and go to my sister's room.

      I ask my sister what he had said to me. She responded with something I don't quite remember. I then told her, annoyed, "I didn't ask how 'pretty' he thought I looked, I'm asking 'what did he say about me?''' That shut her up real quick and the dream ended shortly thereafter.
    2. Day 26 --> Day 31: One Heck of a Backlog

      by , 03-17-2018 at 11:45 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Nine whole months since I joined this forum and I'm still a terrible procrastinator. Now you see why my User Title is the "Master Procrastinator?" So, to all future dream journal bingers out there, PLEASE don't miss more than three days of consecutive dream journalling. It really does do a number on your recall and motivation in general.

      Day 26:

      Fell asleep at: 2:30 AM

      Woke up at: 9:15 AM

      Dream 26: Pizza House Party

      Going over to the counter (Which has been removed in real life but not in the dream), I pick up four slices of pizza. They have a store-bought cardboard tray, but the pizza itself is restaurant-tier. I go back to the couch along with my dad, and it seems like the couches and coffee table are arranged correctly. I didn't make the connection between the two (The counter being in the wrong place but the furniture in the correct order), which no doubt would've made a solid LD.

      I'm not quite satisfied yet. I decide to go get some of the last pizza before everybody else does. Now there's even more pizza on the counter. Everybody else goes to get some more pizza, and I end up only getting about two slices. I think to myself, "Well, I already ate four slices, so..." and just accept it.

      I briefly chow down on my second helping. I go over to throw my plate away when I bump into a little white machine with a GPS monitor on it, which is situated in front of my mom's room. My dad tells me to be careful. Guy's got foot problems, and I figured whatever it was, he didn't want me touching. I walk away from it so that I wouldn't be held responsible for it.

      Day 27:

      Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

      Woke up at: 8:00 AM

      Dream 27: Jostled by the Mob

      Exiting out of the hallways, I make my way into a little outdoor area within my school. An influx of students exit from all sides, all 600+ of them. All of us are headed straight for the staircase outside of the band hall.

      Once we get there, I begin to get jostled by a whole bunch of M's friends. I even see the girl who looks an awful lot like my friend's sister, who's the only face I can remember. We all sit down on the stairs that somehow stretch all the way across the building. Some guy is singing an overly emotional song about...something I can't quite remember.

      He starts picking out people from the audience to sing along, meanwhile I bust out a calculator that can somehow run GBA-era Pokemon games. Nice. The guy next to me sees what I'm doing, and motions the singer to point at me. He then stares at me playing Pokemon on my calculator and stares at it instead. He then pulls out a calculator and I begin to tink he wants to know how I got it done. Jokes on him, I ain't telling.

      Day 28:

      Fell asleep at: 4:00 AM

      Woke up at: 11:00 AM

      Dream 28: Uh...Pups?

      A short one. I dreamt that Nemo and Cleo took the forms of two overly large bugs, both yellow in color. I still tried to put them in their cage though.

      Dream 29: HANDS OFF, MAN.

      I'm in an unknown house. My brother is lying on the floor, minding his own business. The both of us are talking about joining a club or something when he does the unthinkable. The guy gets up, walks over to me, and crushes my babymaker something fierce. You can tell how much I wanted to kill my DC brother after that...

      Dream 30: AGAIN?!

      I was on the couch, just barely waking up from a dream. My dad and my brother are pacing around the couch, wondering who's gonna take out the pups. My dad elects my brother, who then elects me. I have this stupid half-smiling, half asleep look on my face, trying to convince them that I'm still asleep. I pull out my phone, confident that they'd be none of the wiser. Then my brother kicks me hard, again, in the one bone that matters. You can tell how much I REALLY wanted to kill him after that... Thankfully it was just a dream, so no harm done.

      Day 29 & 30:

      Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

      Woke up at: 9:00 AM

      Dreams 31 & 32: Nothing

      Fragments again.

      Day 31:

      Fell asleep at: 4:00 AM

      Woke up at: 1:00 AM

      Dream 33: The Rich Get Asylum

      Another narration dream, this time starring the voice of DiGi Valentine. In a corrupt, poverty-stricken city, the ones raking in the dome are the owners of an insane asylum. Extortion, money laundering, and exploitation are their main methods of making money.

      Dream 34: T'was A Mirage

      I look at the TV, astounded by the fact. My 5-6 year old copy of Super Mario Galaxy 2, scratched to hell and back, is finally functional! Everything is just how I remember it. I grab the controller, but I don't like how loud it is. I lower the volume on my TV using the buttons installed on the TV itself, and then immediately, the game crashes. And then I crash, emotionally. I hate this.

      Dream 35: Shirtless and Witless

      I start off in a computer lab, the room darkened accompanied with the busying sound of keyboards clacking. The dismissal bell signals the end of the school day. I get up and go through the hallway to the school parking lot. But then I realize something, both my pants and my shirt are missing, leaving me with semi-translucent red underwear.

      It was bitterly cold, and I rushed back to class, using my backpack to cover up my half-naked self. Unfortunately for me, the teacher was still in the class. I went to my desk and grabbed my shirt and pants and put them on before she noticed. I waved a polite goodbye and left in relief.
    3. Day 20: 20/20

      by , 03-06-2018 at 04:47 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:30 PM

      Woke up at: 6:30 AM

      Dream 20: Damn QTE's...

      Laying on my bed during the daytime, early morning I'd guess. I'm playing a sort of Heavy Rain styled game on my 3DS with a zombie apocalypse setting. My character is limping away from a horde of zombies as both of his legs are broken. The button prompts are faded and move around on screen, obscuring my vision as I try to determine what button it wants me to press.

      For some reason, I had a really terrible time trying to get past the QTEs. I distinctly remember my character getting chomped on by zombies two times because of failed/missed button prompts. I got real pissed off and just turned the game off afterwards.

      This is one dream I really wish I had gotten lucid in, honestly. The morning sky, vivid imagery, and near life-like setting would have been an amazing world to play around in. It could have very easily turned into a level four lucid dream if I tried.
    4. Day 9 and 10: Night and Day

      by , 02-23-2018 at 04:36 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Heh. Puns...

      Anyways, yesterday was pretty surreal in terms of the 'stuff' that happened. Glad to be back.

      Day 9:

      Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

      Woke up at: 6:45 AM

      Nothing here.

      Day 10:

      Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

      Woke up at: 6:30 AM

      Oddly enough, even though I slept for, like, 8 hours, I felt oddly refreshed upon waking up. Though I felt like I was in the verge of collapse at Band (Which was only an hour later), so... Yeah.

      Dream 01: Bar Fight

      In a rustic, old bar somewhere, I was locked in mortal combat with some black jumpsuit wearing thugs. I don't remember much about that fight, the only notable thing being Torbjorn chasing after a giant alcohol barrel. I'm guessing he worked there or something.

      Later on, my sister and my brother-in-law pull me and my older sister aside to talk about something. We sit down on a wooden booth. She gives us both a lecture about how this generation is scatterbrained and can't focus on one thing.

      I mock her, reminding her of the fact that, generally, she was also pretty disorganized. I think I remember saying, "Hay gurlfriend, hay gurl, hay, hay, h a y ~ " to her while she was telling us that.

      Dream 02: Vick

      Eventually, I find myself inside the Thinkspace. It's a grayish-blue gradient void that holds nothing inside of it.

      Except for Vick.

      Imagine the guy from Hotel Impossible, only swole and wearing a wifebeater shirt. And with a really bad attitude.

      Look, I don't really believe in ghosts, imaginary friends, tulpas, or whatever the hell you call them, but this guy was most definitely trying to fit himself into the 'dream guide' category.

      He pulls me aside to give me some tough advice. "Back then you at least had SOME pride, SOME push. Even if it was a DIFFERENT kind of drive, I don't want you to die on the hill you're heading."

      I don't know why I named him Vick. Maybe he introduced himself as something else but faulty dream memory distorted it into the name Vick. I'll take his advice to heart.

      Dream 03: The Cow-Pig-Crystal Planet

      I'm out and about during the night, along with my family. My mom is driving the car as we exit the neighborhood.

      I think my brother or something tells me something about an exoplanet that could support life.

      The scene switches to my room. There's a card next to the old Wii I have, which shows a diagram of the planet. On it, it shows a picture of a human, a cow, a pig, and a crystal. The human is crossed out, but all the others have a check mark next to them.

      So this means that the planet is hospitable for cows, pigs, and gems(?), but not for humans. Of course, I think it's stupid, but I keep the card anyway because it looks nice.

      Dream 04: Freaky Big-Headed People

      I think my SubC may have an affinity for creating fictional races. Earlier a woman in a previous dream turned into a white-skinned, red eyed, green haired, and yes, peach-nippled alien creature; which I named the Dreamwalkers. Now there's a race of native people that...Well, you'll see.

      "This incident was more like a "from me to you" kinda thing. Not exactly real journalism."

      The dream begins with a stereotypically Boston sounding man (Presumably a journalist) giving his thoughts on the discovery of the exploitation of a native people in the U.S. It also shows a newspaper headline, all in black and white, which indicates that it took place in the 50s.

      In the modern day, my art teacher (Mr.L) decides to travel south to meet these native people, probably out of empathy.

      Once he gets there, in his old pale-green truck, he goes to talk to one of the women who interviewed the reporter of days gone by. I (The observer) come to the conclusion that these people age much slower than humans. I also see that these native people look like those heads the Olmecs made. These heads are much bigger and much more artificial looking than our own, much like those heads. They're farming tea leaves, it seems.

      The girl looks no older than 10 or 11 years old, and is very soft-spoken and polite. She wears a ragged, white dress and a pair of cheap sandles. She is fluent in both English and whatever language those people speak.

      For some reason, Mr.L and the girl have to stay outside while they wait for some Bighead to finish doing something. A timelapse occurs, and about a day and a half passes as Mr.L gets more and more drowsy and impatient, while the girl looks completely fine.

      I'm willing to guess these people also don't get tired, which would explain why they would be perfect for exploitation. Hey, I'm not supporting it, hell no, but I can see the 'logic' behind it.

      The young girl questions why Mr.L is pacing around, and he retorts, "Look, I'm not going to stay up any longer. This is starting to become an annoyance; an iced tea annoyance. Look, don't 'bag me up' or something. Just hurry up so I can get out of here and go to sleep..."

      I'm guessing he got what he wanted, as he gets in his truck and goes back home.
    5. Day Seven and Eight: Ready for a Comeback

      by , 02-21-2018 at 01:45 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Sorry for the late upload, the WiFi was cut because my parents didn't pay it in time. Thank goodness it didn't go on longer than it did.

      Day Seven:

      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:40 AM

      Dream 04: If Marvel Made Overwatch(?)

      The dream takes place in the first person camera perspective, much like a movie. The subject matter was, of course, Overwatch.

      I think I was playing a story mode of sorts, with (Oddly enough) live acted cutscenes alongside the more stylized Overwatch gameplay. I remember playing as Soldier: 76, shooting a big ol' Roadhog as we both try to get to a closed room.

      It then switched to a cutscene where 76 says he will "Open the gates to the outside world, and there's no coming back", conversing to (Of freaking course) Teddy Cruise as two guys try holding him back.

      Teddy is struggling to get out of their control, but the gates open anyway, and a bright light floods the room.

      It then switched to an interview segment with Teddy Cruise remarking about how the light was so bright, he might actually be partially blind in his right eye. Guess the directors at Blizzard or something must've really hated him.

      Day Eight: Nap

      Fell asleep at: 4:30 PM

      Woke up at: 9:30 PM

      Dream 05: Tension Brewing

      Talk about day residue. Yesterday, my English class was talking about the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing, going over an article and a poem about the event. It got real heated, real quick, and I think it's safe to say all of that transferred over to this dream.

      I'm in a classroom, just doing my work, then I come to realize the teacher is literally not without a racist bone in his body. The kids aren't making things any better, as they too just reciprocate everything he says, jokingly or otherwise. It's just a hostile environment overall.

      Dream 06: Pointers from the Subconscious

      I dreamt I was designing one of my characters, a time travelling 80s video game protagonist stereotype named John Jones. In the dream, he's wearing an umpire's outfit, complete with a baseball base as a shield and a baseball bat as a sword expy.

      Dream 07: Perspective

      I'm at school, again, but this time I'm walking inside the hallways. On my way to the 'I Wing', one of my old friends, D, walks up to me and says hi. We exchange words, catch up with each other for a bit, and go our separate ways. We never really talked that much in the waking world, so I wondered why she was one of my designated 'dream friends' for this one. Hmm...

      But there's no time to ponder that fact, as I am now inside my World History teacher's body, personality, everything. In the hallways, I'm trying to calm down two 6ft tall students from beating each other up or something. It was so weird having someone else's thought patterns in mine, but probably something I want to put a pin on later.

      Day Eight: Night

      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:40 AM

      Dream 08: Alpuppies

      Back at my house, I exit out of my Mom's room to find that my dogs are fully grown...And fully terrifying. My two puppies (Nemo and Kleo) now resemble llamas than, y'know, dogs.

      I take them to go pee outside, where they poop, pee, and spit all over the place. The dream ends soon after.

      Updated 02-21-2018 at 04:04 AM by 93490

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    6. Knees Weak, Arms Not Heavy, and Vomiting Up Mom's Spaghetti

      by , 12-14-2017 at 04:00 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 6:00 AM

      Fell back asleep at: 6:00 AM

      Woke up,again, at: 7:00 AM


      I'm in my room, reading notes on this particular bug that, if ingested, could cause a slow and painful death. The scientists shown on the paper are Albert Einstein and Michio Kako for some reason, though both aren't exactly biologists. They both have opposing viewpoints: With Einstein's being grim and Kako's being optimistic.

      I'm drinking out of a cup of water and there I eat it. I accidentally swallowed the nightmarish bug, causing my body to slowly go limp. I inch out of my bedroom and make my way over to the restroom. I can barely stand on my own two feet, and slowly approaching death's bed.

      I look in the mirror, a foggy one. The whole room was humid. Someone probably took a shower before me. Anyway, I wipe off the fog from the mirror and see myself, barely keeping my head up above the sink, with droopy eyelids that show the tissue behind them.

      Then I wake up.


      1. A very vivid dream. I remember waking up with a sense of dread today and it took a few hours for it to wear off.
    7. TARDIS and Dimension Jumping

      by , 06-30-2017 at 09:23 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Okay, I am literally typing this out in the middle of the night because this might just be the coolest dream I've had yet. No, I wasn't lucid, but not all cool dreams need to be lucids as far as I'm concerned. Anyway, here's the boring stuff.

      Fell asleep at: 10-11:00ish

      Woke up at: 2:30 AM

      I was in my home when suddenly I find it: The TARDIS. I inspect the humble machine, and having not watched the show (I know what the TARDIS does but the dream worked with it differently), I'm curious. And I think, "inter dimensional travel? Okay, let's start small before we do anything drastic." And I use the TARDIS to send me to a parallel version of my house. Nothing was too drastically different, but then I notice something, a box with candies and junk food. I quickly take the foodstuffs (Without suspicion, since I was just in a parallel universe and I probably looked like that universe's version of me) and bolt it for the TARDIS.

      If I haven't told you already, the little telephone booth was in my washroom. Maybe another interdimensional traveler found his way to my dimension before being stuck there when I took it. Or my dream just sorta threw it in there.

      In one of the parallel universes I had to distract DCs by means of drawing attention away from the TARDIS and how out of place it was. They made it to the washroom to do some laundry where I maintained conversation with them until they left the room. I then hopped back thinking I didn't have much time left. The DCs represented my sisters.

      I then wind up at my school. I step out of the washroom containing my precious when I wind up getting myself lost. See, in the real world, I have a pretty shit sense of direction. Tell me to go somewhere and it'll take me forever and a minute to recognize what you're talking about. I'm not stupid -- even though I have the reflexes of a sloth.

      Anyways, it was getting dark out but there were still people running around. Apparently some kind of big event was going down. There were carts, unfinished rides, and crowds everywhere. Feeling like I needed the assistance I found my friends Shanna and Rudy as well as a parallel version of me. And I say something along the lines of, "I am an alternate version of you, me. I come from a dimension where everything is the same, but different, and I need your help. I don't know where to find the washroom that contains my TARDIS. You know what that is right Shanna?". They tried helping and were pretty cool with the fact that I was from a different world.I mean, you can't really argue with that when you see an exact clone of somebody in terms of personality and appearance now do you?

      It is also worth noting that parallel universe me had longer hair. That helped differentiate us.

      But after some time had passed and I felt like we were getting no closer to finding the TARDIS, I eventually split up with the crew. It was a mad dash to the TARDIS and I was running around all of the school's grounds to find it. Daylight had come, and I eventually found the "appreciation center". A place with high ceilings, a podium, tons of small sofas, and tall windows where the sunlight streamed in. It was apparently a lounge/book reading area.

      I go back outside and go through the bushes when I see an old man copying my movements. It wasn't anything too scary, as he was just mocking me for how stupid I looked. I did the same and made an old man voice that went along with his movements. He walked off, but after that the dream ended.


      1. This has been the longest regular dream I've had so far. Even though it probably happened on the first REM cycle of the night.

      2. Dimension hopping and stealing from parallel universes with no consequences was both fun and exhilarating.

      3. I can always count on my friends (And myself) when times are tough. I know that probably wasn't a major theme throughout, but I thought it was too heartwarming to pass up. Thank you subcon for not trying to make me feel bad.