We ere talking about movies and my Dad mentioned to Alannah that some war movie was really good. As he started telling her about it, I realised that I had seen this movie. It was about a guy at the start of the movie hides behind a low wall downhill of a mountain. The enemy move slowly toward him and he shoots them as they approach. one step taken every two secs by enemy. When they come to is wall, they step over it, and also step over him, ad he start shooting enemies in the back. They see him and capture him and the rest of his men. They are told to march ahead and they find some allies and turn around to fight off their captives. Captives run away, build up a bgger enemy and eventually come back to kill them all. One of the soldiers in the protagonsist's force is missing, and he is a traitor.
Bobo was captured and taken to prison where he was put on trial for something. His mother was really upset. I remember being taken away and put in a chair we're they tortured me by smacking my balls with a mace (quite light) to get me to talk abut Bobo's involvement in some crime. I told the truth. Bobo also got tortured. I saw the Buuddhists meditating and they kept me in a room whre there was a circular roof above me w lots of plastic babies stuck out of it which went round and round. Was kinda scary and very wierd.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! Most vivid dream ever aswell, or perhaps it was because I became lucid and got a good look around. Anyways I hadn't had any dreams in three days, and went to bed last night a bit earlier in hopes of getting something. All of a sudden I am lucid. 04.30: 10/10 Vividness but 0/10 Control DILD I'm at work and everything's more colourful. I'm standing on a ledge overlooking the digging site. Some of my co-workers are stacking file cabinets in one corner for some reason. It's break time and I see Björn roll in through the door on his white roller skates. I notice it's actually his normal shoes but with wheels on them. I sit down at the long 12-man table, three-four co-workers are already sitting there. "Can someone give me a phone?" I ask and everyone starts laughing. "What the hell is a phone" someone ask me and look at me like I'm crazy. Everything feels so surreal and people don't behave normally. Like everyone's alot happier and stupidier than they really are. "Here take this" They hand me a strange red walkie talkie. "You can light candles when it's blowing real hard outside with that thing" they say and I try it out. I swing it in the air and produce a flame from the antenna. I try to light a candle while it's blowing real hard, and it works! Björn decides to go home, and skates off on his white roller skates. I walk into the building and grab my bag. I turn lucid just like that. "Ok first of all before I try to get to the desert, I have to relax and focus at the same time" I tell myself and it's working great. I put the bag over my shoulder and walk towards a door. Suddenly I'm on a porch of some sort with a low triangle roof behind me. Like I'm on top of the roof. Everything's extremely vivid and I start to question if I'm really dreaming. I look at my hand. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 fingers. They are too short, chubby and pointy. "Yup this is definitely a dream" I think. "But why is everything so vivid and stable?" I walk towards the edge of the porch and get up on the railing with the intention of flying. I do my usual trick but it won't work! I try again but still nothing. I question if this really is a dream once again and count my fingers, getting the same results. "Then I should be able to fly!" I tell myself. I try to fly again but it only results in me almost falling off the railing. I sway for a second before I jump down on the porch. I look at the sun. It's burning bright on a blue sky. There's NOTHING in the dream which indicates it actually is a dream, and the lack of control makes me lose interest really fast. "I now understand people who are afraid of being in a coma or something when they can't wake up from a dream" I think and I decide to stop trying and do what my insticts really crave... I take a pee on a stone wall. It feels great. Then I start feeling my body. Amount of sleep: 6 hours Food before bed: 1 x 100 mg B6, 1 x 50 mg B6, 2 x Omega-3 Action before bed: Meditation on shakti mat for 20 minutes. I actually had another dream, and a fragment/FA. But I cba to write them down. I'm starting to get worried that I need the B6 to be able to dream. I will not take it in a week or so, and see what happens. <-----Shakti mat Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
I am in my car, it is raining and I park the car to go to a shop. The area looks quite familiar, like an area of my city. When I come back, I can't find the car, I keep going around but am not able to find it. All of a sudden I recognize a typical theme of my dreams: not being able to find the place where I have parked my car. As soon as I recognize this dreamsign and recognize that I am dreaming, I feel exhilarated. First of all I change the weather of the dream: not rain anymore, but sun. Then I start laughing happy for having succeeded in having a LD and go around jumping feeling very light. Then I think that if I am having a LD I can try to have an OBE; as soon as I think this I find myself in my bed, even though I cannot see anything. I roll over sideways in the bed and start getting out. But the excitement is so high that I wake up.
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28.10.2010Halls of Residence (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Early starts with a nap in the afternoon are a fast-track to WILDs. I was lying on my back, having become 100% convinced that this is best for WILDs. After what can't have been a very long time (maybe half an hour), I realised I could hear things. There were voices coming from the corridor outside my room. This was to be expected, I knew. It was the middle of the day and I live with 10 other people. But their conversation made very little sense. I could also hear a voice which sounded familiar at first, but I knew it didn't belong to any of my roommates. Then I noticed music. I had fallen asleep beside my open laptop, this much I knew. I was fairly sure as well that I hadn't left any music playing. The song sounded like it was by the Black-Eyed Peas, but I hadn't heard it before. It got louder and louder, until it reached a gigantic roar and stopped altogether. I moved my arm out and touched the wall. I knew I had to be dreaming now, otherwise my arm wouldn't have been so easily moveable. I rolled out of bed and went exploring. There were a couple of dudes out in the corridor who I spoke to briefly, then I headed into the kitchen. It had become a weird mashup of the actual kitchen and my room. It had blue curtains on one of the walls which, when opened, relvealed nothing. Not a whole lot else happened. Woke up feeling very refreshed!
There has been a contest to choose the guests who will attend a dinner party with a friendly, very easy-going, gray-haired woman who makes letters out of soft wax. I am at this dinner. There is another woman there who collects little figurines, including one that looks like a classic Hollywood actress. I mess up the top bar of the wax “E” that the first woman has made, making it all bent and chewed up so that she has to redo that part, but she doesn't mind because she loves doing her art. [It wasn't until I woke up and was writing down this dream that I recognized this woman as former Survivor contestant Gillian Larson, who was the guest speaker at a lunch seminar I went to last week.] Third-person perspective. I'm watching a teenage girl walk around in a mall or a department store. She rides up an escalator, and I can see the bright-green lights glowing from the spaces between the steps. All the time she's walking around, I can hear a voice narrating her story. The words of the story are written in the first person with the teenage girl as the point-of-view character, but the voice reading them is Scott Sigler's. [Not surprisingly, as I just finished getting caught up on the latest episode of the Ancestor podcast an hour before I went to bed.] According to the narration, this girl “eats, sleeps, and breathes TV:” she has a name very similar to that of a specific, well-known TV character, she watches a lot of TV shows, and other aspects of her life are very similar to the situation on various TV shows. I'm aware that what Scott is reading is the first chapter of Ancestor. [The actual first chapter of Ancestor is absolutely nothing like this.]
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A typical scene: a school+hotel (not dorms), but strangely vivid for something so mundane. I was kicked out of one room as I was about to take a shower. Apparently I had stayed too long. On leaving, I forgot my key, which looked more like a car key than one for a door. At this point the building became a school. There were 4 floors accessible by at least 3 elevators. Joined by some past acquaintances, we entered elevator #3 and headed for the 3rd floor. As we ascended, the elevator swayed. It came to a stop so that half of the exit could be seen. I jumped across and the others followed with some help. We called management to tell them about the error. Later, a repairman spoke to me and told me that due to some mechanical wear, had we not alerted him, the elevator would have shut its doors and fell, trapping whomever was inside. I remember noticing that the repairman was surprisingly intelligent -- not for his occupation, but for a human being in general. As I listened to him, I felt he knew something important that I did not, but should. There was more but it has already faded - a sinus infection broke my sleep into small unsatisfying sessions with dreams less memorable.
(Vivid): In the city where I live in my dream world, there is a run-down area that I've often gone to in one or two of these recurring scenes of dreams. I usually stay away from the area or go through it at night and get attacked by strange creatures of people, but this time I went there deliberately because me and a friend (never saw him or her in the dream) needed something, so I mentioned "the old ruins across town". When we got there, the place was a wreck and we searched through it, only to find that the area had been used for some kind of dark ritualistic sacrificing where the bodies were then used to fit inside places in the walls and floors. Mostly just the skulls though, and I remember a spot where there were two skulls that faced me as I looked at them and they were both in the wall as if to be on their sides. The chins would face each other and the top of the skulls would be facing outward, to the left and right. But the jaws were gone and they could not be found. after searching I realized that they weren't meant to fit with the jaws, so we moved on. Then I noticed that the ground was covered in all manner of sea urchins and coral, and I stated that it was because the island (for we went seamlessly from being in the ruins of my dream city to an island with the same ruins in Fiji) often flooded from the rainstorms, and the ocean's high-tides brought it back to the sea. We walked on and my brothers and cousins were there too, and I mentioned that we had finally found Fiji, and I was happy, though the place was in ruin and skeletal remains were everywhere- Outside the ruins a lush jungle surrounded us as far as the island went. We climbed to high ground as it started to rain, and the island began to flood.
Hello : / My dreams get weirder and weirder. I realize that something bothers me deep inside me. I don't know... I'm afraid what I may find deep inside me... Hours of sleep: 7h Vividness: 2/5 Recall:3/5 I'm standing outsides in a street. I have to wheels and on one a seat is fixed. I sit on the seat and I make movements with my hands if I'm driving a bike. I suddenly start driving and it reminds me of a motorbike. But the handlebars are invisible. I don't see the engine either. I somehow realise that this is a dream. But it doesn't bothers really. I keep on driving and suddenly, I'm in a mall. I drive around and I get of my bike. I want to go to the cashiers, But I circle through the mall. Every time I'm near the cashiers, the open ones are full, so I keep circling. A few times while making a new turn, I meet girl N. . Every time she sits on a barstool. Next to her is a guy. She always says when she sees me: "That's my new boyfriend" and kisses him as long as I can see her. While kissing him she looks at me. Her eyes are saying, that she just wants to tease me. I repeat this scenario at least 10 times and I finish in the moment that I see that all cashiers are full. I don't know what happens next. I end up in a blank room,sitting in a corner, face to the wall and I cry. O Gosh... What do I want in Reality... CRAP!
Hockey And Drizzt I was playing hockey with a friend. We were just shooting some balls at a goal. Then all of a sudden a big group of players from another dodgy school showed up. They were really intimidating. We were passing the balls around and they were starting to be dicks. I think I smashed one and ran to the side of the building right next to the field. There were about 5 guys lined up infront of a small hotdog stand. I swung my left arm and then my right over and over smashing each guy with one hit. I grabbed a hotdog and turned around. I smashed it into his face. Then all of a sudden a shotgun blast smashed into the wall right next to me. I ran a few meters to an under pass through the building and then realised I was dreaming. I turned invisible. It was only a low level of lucidity. I was invisible when I stayed still and hid over a fence. We were in the country from my hometown. 4 guys jumped the fence infront of me and ran off into the paddock and a few ran past. It was then that I became a bit more lucid and became the character Drizzt. I chased the four guys sprinting fast and quiet. I raised my arm and took down one with a crossbow hidden on my arm. I take the next two out in the same fashion and then pull out my scimitars. I easily take down the last guy. I walk across the paddock and get to the end of the long driveway to the hockey turf. I look down the end and see two ninjas wearing light brown clothes. I jump high into the 5 meter high bushes that surround the driveway and start running towards the ninjas. I come up to one and pull out my bow. I jump off the hedge and fire my arrow. It hits. I then realise that I really want to meet my dream guides and spirit guides. I turn around and instantly forget about the ninja. I walk back to the other end of the driveway now I look around calling my spirit and dream guides to come to me. I suddenly get a nervous feeling and wake up.
About a week ago, I went to bed worried. I recently lost a very important journal and I was attempting to clear my mind to remember where I might have hidden in. I started to dream instantly when I fell asleep - which has only occurred a few times in my life. I was not attempting a W.I.L.D.: I suddenly found myself walking on 101 (a 5-lane freeway in California) in the middle of the last lane before the fast lane. I paused to look around. Even though it was a starless night, I could see in perfect clarity and the visuals were photo realistic or better. I walked a few steps forward towards an overpass that was maybe 20-ft ahead. In the dark, I heard a car crash in the lane ahead just beyond the freeway overpass. I couldn't see that far in the darkness... But, I could hear car parts flying everywhere. One large piece of a car door came skidding directly towards me and stopped just at my feet. The visuals were so vivid, that I instantly suspected I was dreaming. I looked around again, no other cars or people were around. I moved my hand up as if to direct myself into the air. I levitated off the ground, above the height of the overpass with complete ease and control. Stationed on top of the overpass was something like an unused construction piece with a tower like structure. Atop that structure was something large with multiple points, covered in a tarp. The dream began to fade. I thrashed around to keep it going, and I remember thinking: this is my chance to search my subconscious for information. Instead, I woke a minute-or-two after I had laid down. I still haven't found the journal. If my subconscious was providing me with some sort of clue, at present, I have no idea what it was. Nearest I could figure, the journal might have slid underneath something. However, I searched my floor thoroughly. Any and all possible interpretations are welcome...
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So when I first remember starting in my dream I'm sitting with part of my family and a couple of my friends, only one of whom I can actually recognize. We're in what seems like a very large cafeteria area that is open to the sky above us. Suddenly, lots of food appears on the table in front of us, but I'm not sure what all of it is, but I eat nonetheless. While we eat, performers come and go to what seems like a stage at the front of the cafeteria-area. Depending on what they do, their props seem to magically appear onto the stage. I'm amazed by it all and laugh along with my friends about all the tricks we're getting to see. Near the end of the show, the only one of my friends that I recognize decides she wants dessert. It's no big deal to me at first. I quickly become agitated as she begins randomly yelling out to waiters to bring her something. My frustration with my friend increases when she begins trying to claim other people's desserts because no one will bring her one. Angry at her behavior, I leave the table to go outside and wait for everyone else to finish. It doesn't seem to take them long before my friends come out first and begin walking in one direction, and then my family come out and walk in another. Not sure which to follow, I begin tagging along with my parents only to find out that wasn't the way we needed to go. They just wanted to go to the car first before we walked home. I feel like something is up at this point, because it itched at my mind to ask them, "Why don't we just drive the car home, then?" However, I don't ask the question, they get what they need, and we begin what my mom tells me is a 25 miles trek in one direction. Suddenly my dream shifts to a completely different scene from the one we were previously at. This time I don't seem to be myself, but rather a sort of 3rd-person view over the situation. This guy seems to be a sort of victim and is being escorted to a seating area by two other men. The guy, who we'll call Victim, looks relatively all right other than it looking like he has a sort of broken nose. When Victim enters the clearing with the two men, a rather large woman is already sitting in a chair. Before Victim even has a chance to sit down, she gets up and apologizes constantly about having punched him in the face. She claims she got excited in the moment and meant nothing towards him. Before anything else can be said, I wake up from the sound of my alarm clock going off.
Updated 10-31-2010 at 05:19 PM by 37943
Good morning everybody. Dream #1 I was in a bedroom with a woman I don't recognize. The woman was white, with pale skin and brown hair. The bedroom was dim, as if heavy curtains blocked the windows. The room may have had grey carpet. The woman lay on a mattress on the floor. She was naked. I crawled over to the woman and lay on top of her. I may have actually started having sex with her. But then somebody else, one of my friends, possibly D, made it known that he was coming into the room. I got off the woman. The woman, now wearing a satiny, blue dress with a long skirt with slits all the way up either side, just turned on her left side and let her skirt flow between her legs. I thought that, in that position, she still looked almost naked. I may have even told her something like she looked like she was still inviting someone to have sex with her. I went back to sitting or kneeling at the foot of the bed. The guy came in and was doing something weird. Then he walked into another room. The woman started complaining about the guy, calling him immature. I told the woman that I recognized that same kind of behavior pattern in myself, and that I was trying to get rid of it, so I could be more mature. At the beginning of my response, I was watching a set of boxes that were stacked against a wall being replaced with orange cushions like couch cushions, as if movers were walking up, taking away the boxes, and leaving cushions in their place. At the end of my response, I was standing about ten feet away from the woman's mattress, near the head of the mattress. I may have walked into the kitchen, off to my right. This may have been the same room the man had walked into. Dream #2 My mom was throwing a party at her house. We were in her living room, which was empty except for a long, narrow folding table on which was food. The living room was dim, as if the only light was coming from some other room. I could see through the front window that it was pitch black outside. There were a few people here, all gathered listlessly around the table. Nobody seemed engaged with the party at all. Some kind of conflict occurred. People started leaving the party. My sister even left the house. I followed after my her, trying to make sure she was okay. I opened the front screen door. I really couldn't see anything outside. But I heard my sister call my aunt "mom." This shocked me so much that I went back inside. I tried to figure out what my mom had done during thr party to offend my sister so much that she had started calling my aunt "mom." Dream #3 I was in a small meeting room which was brightly lit with fluorescent light. There were a lot of people sitting in folding chairs with white, plastic backs. I sat near the front, in an outside chair on the right side of the room. Suddenly, from behind me, there was a commotion. I stood up and turned around to see what was going on. The chairs were now all in disarray behind my row. The floor was also cluttered and messy. A pretty, young, Asian woman stood out of her seat, screaming, "What is it? What is it?" I looked down to the floor and saw a roach about an inch long scurrying toward the front of the room. Everybody seemed to be panicked. I don't like roaches, but I tried to explain that it wasn't such a big deal, and that I could even kill it if they wanted me to. But I hoped they wouldn't want me to, because it would be gross.
Updated 10-28-2010 at 11:56 AM by 37466
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