frags of the same dream I am in high school, or the military, somewhere where you get herded like sheep. *** I walk on a tiny ledge on a building about five feet above the ground. I spin around and jump off. A female cop shakes her head and tells me not to climb on it. Then, I realize it's a police station. I feel a little embarassed. I run down a hill and vault over a wall and on to a truck, then jump off its rusty hood. I come to a grassy area. There are some birds eating in the grass, mostly the common birds seen in Hawaii: pigeons, doves, sparrows, and chickens. All the chickens are babies. There are some small wolves watching hungrily. They look like coyotes, but I know they are wolves for some reason.... no... They are part wolf and coyote. There is a pretty female with white and reddish fur. There is a black male wolf with giant alien Grey black eyes, pointed at both ends. I imagine the male coy-wolf eating one the birds in the future after it reaches adolescence. I realize the coy-wolves are not really that hungry since they are waiting for the chicks to get fat. *** [I]Reflecting on this dream[/I] [I]I have had thousands of very long dreams that I don't really care to remember with the same basic theme: I am being [B]herded.[/B] I used to call it being chased... But, I realized, no. I am not afraid, just annoyed. But, I always go along a little bit. No wonder we act like sheep. We grow up being herded in and out of human pens by the sound of a bell... Just like in [U]The Time Machine[/U], we are those little humans stopping everything they are doing and walking to their doom at the sound of a siren. The Hindus believe if you eat a cow, you will be reborn a cow in the next lifetime so you can have empathy for them. We are cattle right now. We have cursed ourselves with the mind of cattle. I make a decision to ignore these stupid rules and boxes whenever I so choose. I decide to swim upstream. I have to find out how to be lucid 100% of the time, and have Total Recall every morning. This is my life's quest. MOO MOTHERFUCKER MOO! [/I]
I get out of that place and I see that my brother is leaving to go back overseas. Some other family members are going to drive him to the airport, and I was walking over there to get my hug in. I ended up inside the van, and he was outside trying to catch up to us. The lady who was driving didn't know what she was doing as we drove down this crowded street. I couldn't help but think, "we're going to end up killing someone" over and over. It never happened though, and my bother got on the van at the very end.
I'm leaving the basketball court and walking into something thats like a gym. Some guy is asking me for like 30 cents or something like that to get a soda. It took me a while to finally get the correct amount, and I ended up dropping some money in the process. I went to the machine and there was one that sold sodas, and then another one that sold yoo-hoo. I wanted the soda, but some kind of way i found myself directly in front of the yoo-hoo machine when I pressed the button. Left for a second because some girl was giving instructions to everyone in the room on a megaphone. My guess was the people here were too bad or something so they had to change the rules up. I went back to get my yoo-hoo after letting her know what the deal was, and something just got weird.....I remember all theses girls huddled around me, with their arms wrapped around me, and their hands almost in my face. I could look at each person's and hand tell who they were just based on that. Someone was going to time us to see if we could all hold that pose long enough.
I remember seeing a flounder (same cartoon looking one) in some hot grease. I pulled it out and realized that it was still alive. I tried to put it in a coup only to find a catfish head in there surrounded by it's guts. I placed the flounder in another cup, and added a random amount of salt to it. I'm reading a hand written letter from Jeff777 that was talking about how he's coming back soon. I think he texted me too. Most of the letter was directed at someone else, and I couldn't help thinking "why didn't he just write them too?". I'm in a toy store yelling with an over the top deep voice about blood and general carnage. I think it was a perfect contrast to the area that was filled with plush dolls of all sizes and colours. At least I found it funny at the time. I'm in the back seat of the car with two females to the left of me. One is placing some sort of machine on me, and asking me to relax. She was touching me everywhere, and I was trying to keep things professional.
I had this dream Dec. 16. Slept more than usual I was at my parents house. I had parked my car there, but for some reason, someone impounded it. I knew I had to be at work, and was running around trying to find out where the impound yard was. Passersby said it was at the bottom of the road, in the old junkyard. I was trying to find it, but was slow and sluggish and couldn't get there quickly enough. I remember studying the 'No Parking' signs on the road and they showed that I had parked legally during a specific time frame. I was furious. -- Everyone was wearing civil war era clothing. Bright colors, red coats- for some reason. We were out in the desert, moving the troops. I was there with my fiance/husband. He was a colonel of some kind- had authority. In my dream, I had a vision I was going to be shot. I remember falling down, then seeing blood on my necklace in front of me. I told my husband this, and he was concerned, and told me he would protect me. We continued on. We came into a skirmish, I was shot. I remember falling down and my necklace wasn't there. But then I reached in my pocket, and there it was, a bright, silver chain covered in red blood. My husband was there and he was holding me and I told him not to let me go. -- We were inside a dwelling. There were people crying, wearing dark colors. There were a few people seated on a bench, holding vigil candles. I remember being confused, until I saw my husband on the bench. He looked sick. I realized that he was terminally ill. He was going to die. I began to cry too, and I tried to reach him, but they held me back. They handed each of the loved ones of the 'victims' on the bench a token of thanks from the government. I remember they gave me a pendant and a bristled, rug-like material that had on it his coat of arms for my husband. I sank down with the items and I sobbed, staring at him. I was pleading for him not to go. That I needed him. That I couldn't live without him. He sadly observed me, but he was powerless. A man appeared with a green liquid in clear glasses. I knew it was poison. I began to shriek, clinging to the rug they'd given me. A younger man took the poison first. It bulged in his cheeks as he almost vomitted. It must have tasted horrible. He was afraid to swallow and stood there, the liquid in his mouth. An older woman grasped a glass and swallowed, gagging as it went down. She then sat down and 'dozed off'. I was overcome with grief. I was reaching for my husband as he took a glass. He quickly drank it and then seated himself on the bench. I was crying out for him, laying on the floor, people holding me back, my fingers clawing at the floor. He was looking at me, and I could see the poison working. I was screaming, crying, sobbing. My entire world was ending. I watched him as he slowly slipped away into death. I lay on the ground while everyone died, and then they began to take the bodies away. I stared at the rug and noticed I'd worn claw marks into it. I continued to sob into it. -- I was walking down the streets in LA (or what was in my mind LA). It was getting dark and it was cold. I was walking down the road, there was a large grassy area to my right and older, brick buildings to my left. I was walking and noticed I'd gotten into a darker place and there were homeless people laying by the buildings. I grew alarmed and tried to run, but could only walk. I then spotted the Long family. They were eating a picnic in the park. They saw me and they told me I had to leave with them; that this wasn't a safe place to be alone. We were walking together, and I saw my dad on a bike. I called out to him, but he just kept riding. -- We were in a restaurant and I was showing off my ring to the Longs. They were admiring it. It was sunny and warm. We then walked down the stairs into a courtyard with cobblestones. I woke up
In which I'm planning for a dinner party... R and I are planning to cook an Indian meal for a dinner party. H, E, S, C and K are all present. We decide to make it vegetarian but also rich since many people who aren't used to eating Indian food prefer to get the saucy curry type dishes. I go to the Asian foods store in town and pick up some paneer and then I search for Indian green peas. American peas aren't as good and S explains that this is because Americans don't snap their fingers while growing them.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! And all that. I'm exhausted... going for a nap soon, and I will try to WILD. Last night, I had two dreams, both of which were nightmares. Pretty cool still, but I'd rather be happy in my dreams. Stress is the villain! 23.00: Bedtime 04.50: Björn is dead I'm outside at some kind of pool, with my brother Morgan, my co-worker Björn and his two daughters. The smallest one has no clothes on, and can barely stand up. She pee's all over the place, and the older one who is around four, steps in it. She's wearing a pink princess dress, and sits down to read a book. Morgan and I float around in the pool on a piece of styrofoam. I move to the deeper parts and go under water for a second. Morgan gets water in his mouth, and splutters. We go under water again, and once again he swallows some water. The dream skips. I am at work the day after. A co-worker tells me that Björn died yesterday. I think he's kidding, but he tells me he's serious. "He died of a blood clot" he tells me. I get really upset, and remember him telling me about his high cholesterol level. I keep on working. No one seems to be upset, but I am reminded all the time about how horrible it all is. I feel dizzy, and I can swear my cholesterol levels are way too high aswell. I think about his two little girls and his girlfriend. I cry some more. 04.50: The asshole I'm talking to a young, skinny guy with dark hair. We're discussing different kinds of playing cards. Magic the Gathering, Yu-Gi-Oh!, etc. I tell him I wish I had bought alot of cards back in the days, they would be worth alot today. He tells me he's got a card worth around 80€. I bring out my MTG deck, and show him the most expensive card I have got, it's a green creature card. He grabs it and inspect it for a while. A second later, I'm handed back the card, but it's not even the same card. "Hey! Give me back my card, this isn't mine!" I say. He gives me another card, and once again it's not my card. I grab him by the neck with my hand. He takes my deck and throws it on the floor, scattering cards everywhere. I know he's trying to distract me so he can run. "Hey G! Can you pick my cards up?" I ask my friend G. He starts collecting cards, and I smile at the asshole. I try to hit him, but suddenly he becomes a girl, and she hits me instead. "I am in pain everyday little girl, you can't hurt me" I say as the blows hit my chest. .Suddenly I'm standing in a hallway, thirty meters down from where we just were. The girl is Monica, and I push her up against the wall. I get a strong urge to have sex and my hand quickly finds its way down south. She enjoys it. My co-worker Valdis comes running down the hall. "He's coming!" he tells me in a frightened voice. I look down the hall and I can see a man going into a classroom really fast. I remember that we're on the run. "Oh shit, he can hear our cellphones!" I say. The man just entered the locker room with our cellphones in lockers. He must have heard the ringtones. "Leave them!" Valdis yells at me and starts to run towards the exit. I am about to follow him, but I spot something on the floor before the glass door separating the corridor. A white and a black cellphone. I run and grab them, and put a chair under the door handles on the door. I exit the same door as Valdis, and put another chair there. I'm pretty certain they won't hold against the scary janitor or whatever he is. We're outside of the building, but not out of danger. I follow Valdis and Monica up on a small roof. It's like we're walking on little cabins. I crawl on the sheet metal, trying not to attract attention. The roof is covered in small, thorny bushes with tiny orange grains of rice instead of leaves. I see several yellow ones. "I guess they've got a different colour because of the chimneys" I think for myself. 04.50: Wake up Amount of sleep: 5 hours Supplements before bed: 150 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3 That's it! I'm taking a nap now, sweet. Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
17.12.2010First Lucid Dream (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was in bed trying to lucid dream (WILD/DIELD) when my mom outside kept calling my name. I got the impression that my dog ran out of the house into the rain and we needed to look for him. The dog had somehow escaped out of the bedroom and out the front door when my dad entered. Frusterated I didn't respond. (Partly because I wanted to stay in bed since it was nighttime) Eventually though I got up to find my dog inside the house. I asked my Mom why she woke me up and she said look how fun he's having with his new toy. I pick my dog up and grin as my sister tries to pet him but me keeping him out of the distance. Eventually I let him down. I walk into the master room with him running in and I see a second dog! I could tell this one was a girl or something. Anyways, it was playing with the toy and my Dog came out, stared at it and the second dog dropped the dog and layed down. My dog played with the toy. Now I try to grab the toy but my dog jumps up on the bed as he isn't suppose to and I tell my mom to push him off while trying to grab the toy. He falls off still having a grip on it until I yank it up making him lose the grip. He lays down like the second dog when I stare at him and I smile tossing it back down and walking back to my bedroom. In bed I attempt my WILD again. I was biking with my friends down a hill then up a hilly sidewalk. I already knew I was it was a dream since I had been here in my other WILD attempts (In the same night) My friends were talking about some bicycle show and then some laptop show. Ignoring them I get off the bike at the apogee of the sidewalk at some checkpoint station. I walk to out and turn around and trace my hands along the door handles. (The kind you push on) Being careful to avoid having too much attention on one thing which I believe your not to do, I examined different objects. Walking out ahead (The checkpoint was just before the corner of an intersection of the city) I was in the corner of the sidewalk thinking my friends went down the theater stairs in front but at the same time I thought they could've turned right. Anyways, ignoring that, I look up at the moon which was descending pretty fast. I take my left hand and make a circle with my pointer finger and my thumb, circle it around the moon, and try to pull it down to the other side of Earth to make it day time. Instead, it turns into a scary spherical robot with missles. (Huge!) It shoots missles at me and I get scared. So I go back to the checkpoint doors, close my eyes, and will myself to wake up. Upon waking up, I realized that the first part of the dream was a False Awakening. (Atleast it led to a lucid dream) Hope to do more Reality Checks
Good morning, everybody. The endings of the first and third dreams were lucid. The first three dreams happened between 1:30 AM and 3:30 AM. The fourth dream happened between 5 AM and 5:45 AM. Dream #1 I was with a couple of my nephews in a car that was driven by my grandmother. I may have been getting a ride back to the airport after my visit back home. It was a nice, sunny day. My grandma asked me where I'd like to eat. I may have felt like a little kid at this point. I didn't want my grandma to have to pay for a big meal, so I said, "Oh, just Burger King will be fine." We began driving up a winding hill, the face of which was brownish rock. My grandma said, "No. We're going to go to a sit down place to have some food. Let's go to Denny's." We were at the top of the hill, in some kind of parking lot. Behind my grandma, from a view out her window, down the slope of parking lot and across some street, I could see a Denny's. Out my window and slightly up the parking lot's slope, I could see the car my mom was driving. My grandma said, "You go tell your mom we are going to Denny's, and that she is coming, too. Don't let her make any excuses. Tell her I'm paying for all of you." I was at my mom's vehicle, looking in from the passenger-side window. The vehicle was tall, like a tall van or SUV or pick-up truck. My mom sat at the wheel, giving me an almost dead look. I understood she was almost scorning me for thinking she'd go to Denny's with my grandma. Somehow I was in my mom's car, riding down the hill, possibly to Denny's. I was trying to keep my mom's emotions under control. We were now at my family's house. My mom and sister and I were playing with a little boy and a little girl, "my niece and nephew." We were all sitting on the floor, which was kind of cluttered with toys and clothes. The little boy was doing something cute, but the little girl got really jealous. She did something mean to the little boy, hurting the little boy, and then started crying herself. Either my mom or my sister started comforting the little girl. They fed her a bottle which had a fleshy look to it, like a bottle-shaped breast. The girl seemed to have a weird-shaped head and weird shaped eyes. The head and eyes got weirder and weirder as I looked at the girl eating. I stood up and walked toward the kitchen. There were a mattress, some blankets, and some other stuff strewn on the floor right before the doorway to the kitchen. I stepped over all that stuff to get into the kitchen. But among that stuff, I saw that there was a little baby boy who had been forgotten under a bunch of blankets. I knelt down and uncovered the little baby boy. It looked like a white-furred monkey with black eyes. It was swaddled in a blanket. I picked it up. I felt there was something meaningful, almost psychological, about my having found this baby boy and having started to care for it. My sister and mom knelt near me. My sister took the baby. As I handed it to her, I felt like I needed to see it again, as if I couldn't believe I'd seen it at all. But now it was a "cell phone," which looked more like a blue, plastic alarm clock with green-lit punch keys on the underside. My sister handed me the phone. I started talking with my sister on the phone. It was like she was no longer in front of me.. My sister said, "Yeah, it's probably not a good idea to tell F (my oldest nephew) about some of the things you did. It makes him think it's okay for him to do them. I mean, you think it's funny, and I think it's funny. But mom thinks it's just destructive in her house." I replied, "Yeah, that's cool. We just come from different generations, I guess." As I was saying this stuff, I found myself in another room, "my bedroom," which was more like a big room in a museum. The room was gently lit with warm, white-gold light. I wasn't on the phone. I was laying on something like a bed, on my left side. I was looking at a huge painting, maybe 5 meters long and 3 meters tall. It was of Jesus, just his head, before a blue sky. His hair flowed as if blown by the wind, like you sometimes see happening for female anime characters. Jesus had blood on his head and face, from the crown of thorns. The blood was also blowing in the wind. The blood then turned into red and orange leafs blowing in the wind. There might have been canopies of red and orange leafed trees in the background. For some reason, this fall-themed crown of thorns painting made a lot of sense to me. I began to wonder why there wasn't a fall-related holiday relating to the life of Christ. I rolled onto my back and then onto my right side. The room was dark. I was looking at another huge painting, this time winter-related. It had something to do with Jesus' footprints in the snow. But there was something weird about the snow. It actually looked like boot-tracks on the moon. I realized Jesus wasn't in this painting at all. It was just a painting of boot-tracks on the moon. Yet it seemed so mystical to me that I reached up my arm (a child's arm?) parallel to the tracks. Suddenly I realized I was dreaming. I sat up. I was on the floor. I stood slowly. The room was dim, almost completely dark. The painting which stood before me was now even larger. The only detail I could see on this painting was near the lower left (my left) corner of the painting. It was the back of an almost naked person. The back was huge, muscular. But I couldn't tell iif it was male or female. Next to the painting was an enormous (maybe 1.5-2 meters tall), metallic vessel, probably silver, on a stout, white pedestal and under a plexiglass display cube. The "bowl" of the vessel had a weird, nest-like tangling of metal, as tangled and fine as moss, which was incredible, considering how big this vessel was. The "neck" was smooth and polished. Walking around, I kept feeling myself fade out of the dream. I tried to keep calm and hold onto the dream as long as I could. But eventually everything went black and I woke up. Dream #2 I was in some big room like a school cafeteria on the second floor of a building. There were a lot of long tables with bench seats. The light was nice, incandescent. I sat at a smaller table with my friend T and a friend of hers, who I at first thought was Japanese. T's friend and T were here to study. I had helped T with some kind of study project. I was apparently here to hand off a paper with my revisions. But now T took out a copy of a screenplay I'd written, with a lot of revisions on it. The screenplay seemed to have been printed on 11x17 paper, so that two pages showed on each side. The first page was covered with pencil-revisions, in a really nice, narrow cursive hand. I understood that the rest of the screenplay was just as full of revisions. At some point, T's friend reached over and scribbled something in the margins between the two pages. It said something about how T was my girlfriend. The T's friend said something out loud, and I realized T's friend was actually Chinese. I felt odd about the implication that T was my girlfriend. But right after that T may have called me her boyfriend. I may have been happy about that. Dream #3 It was night. I was walking down a sidewalk in front of some apartment buildings. A young, black man in a bright red hooded sweatshirt, black bubble-jacket vest, and jeans ran into an apartment building. Seeing me, the guy slowed down and gave me a kind of suspicious glance. He then ran the rest of the way into the building. I knew somehow that the guy had been planning to kill me for a while. Now that I had just gone past his building, he figured he might as well shoot me now. I saw him, through some windows, run up a stairwell, then run back down it. I knew he had just gone into his apartment to pick up his gone, and that he was now coming back for me. I didn't walk any faster or try to get away. I figured if it was going to happen, I couldn't avoid it, even though I'd probably be really afraid once things really started happening. I was now walking through a long hallway in a dorm building or apartment complex. The hallway was kind of dumpy, with white walls and stark, fluorescent lighting. There was somebody following me. But it now felt like an older, white man rather than a young, black man. I came to a door, which I knew was for the apartment of the man who lived in the apartment directly above my apartment. I knocked on the door, thinking I'd finally take him up on his invitation to come up and hang out some time. I figured this way, I could throw the stalker off my trail. The door was a really weak wood. I knocked. The door was now a heavy door with a thin window on the left side. Through the window, I saw a small hallway and the another door. A college-aged girl opened the far door. She waved me in. I thought the door was locked. But as soon as I pushed on the door, there was a buzzing, and the door opened. I walked into the smaller hallway. The woman was gone, which struck me as strange. I realized I was all alone. This struck me as odd. Suddenly I realized I was dreaming. I almost lost the dream right there. But I calmed down. I told myself to keep walking, and just to explore the space. I walked past the small hallway. There was another small hallway. The walls here had wooden drawers set into them, like old library card catalog drawers, except that they looked really light and cheap. I thought this was an interesting place, full of files or something. But I kept going. I walked through another door. I was now in a very small room with a small, grey-painted metal stairway and second level and a bunch of grey-painted, metal lockers. Below the balcony of the second level, the room seemed to twist off into a much smaller corridor. The staircase also had a metal-railed gate in front of it. The place kind of reminded me of small rooms in the Intrepid aircraft carrier. I was surprised that I was all alone, and I kept on gurad for a person, who I assumed would probably not be very kind. I remembered that in my last long lucid I had met a really crazy person. I had two options for exploring. I chose to go up the staircase instead of around the curve on the first level. I floated over the gate. I almost floated up the staircase. But I felt like the floating was actually causing me to lose my dream-control. So I grabbed the railings of the staircase and forced myself to walk up. I had a weird feeling through the rest of this dream. I felt very closed in. I could hear my breath, like I was wearing a space suit. I felt very warm. Walking up the steps, to my left, I saw a clothing rack full of old, pale blue and white button-up shirts. It looked like they were for a somewhat old man. Above that, there was a shelf piled with upside-down, round-brimmed, straw hats. I picked one up and fiddled with it a little. It looked like it was in bad shape. I got up to the balcony. There were more lockers. It looked at first like I couldn't go anywhere else from here. But then I realized that there was a hallway or something off to the right. In waking life, my computer made a loud noise. I woke up. Dream #4 I had been in space, flying some kind of space vehice. I barely remember anything. I remember being high up in the sky, coming back down, around sunset, when the sky was a vivid purple. I was now taxiing an airplane (?) into an airport with my mother. We were "parked." My mom went into the airport to take care of something before we went home. I sat in the backseat of a car, outside a metal-walled building like some staff building at an airport. I was still waiting for my mom. The sky still had a deep-blue-purple post-sunset look. It was kind of cold. I could imagine what was going on between my mom and the people she was talking to. The people were something like military people. I could see, in particular, one tall, older, white man who kind of looked like a very thin Stan Lee, wearing a green military uniform for formal occasions. My mom was asking the military man what he would do now that she'd told him about the weird adventures I'd been through, which were undeniable fact. The military man said, "I'll do the same thing I do to every mother and son who comes in here telling me stuff like this. I'll tell them to get out. I had money to pay attention to this kind of stuff the first few times it happened. But now it's happening all over the place and -- you mothers and kids are bleeding me dry!" I was sitting in the trunk of the car, with the trunk opened just a crack. I thought of getting out of the trunk and telling the military man something about my experience that was so unique that he wouldn't want me to go away. Plus. I would tell him, I didn't want his money. I just wanted to tell my story. I thought to myself (why?) that this was a lot like a Joyce Carol Oates story (which it wasn't). I opened the trunk all the way and sat out of it to see one of my female cousins, A, walking down the tall stairway of another metal-walled building. She came my way. I could tell she would be mad at me for not having spoken with her for a long time. By the time she got to me, my mom was there, too. I was standing by the car. There seemed to be a miniature living room surrounding the car as well. I was trying to explain something to my cousin about how I couldn't include her on something my mom and I were doing. As I did so, I was kneeling by a small bookshelf and going through some items. I stood up to see my cousin kneeling on the opposite side of the bookshelf. My cousin now had weird, plasticky, shiny, black hair, like an anime character. She was also wearing some kind of red and yellow uniform that reminded me of an anime character. My cousin gave me a half-mad, half-disappointed look. I tried to make her less mad by saying something half-heartedly interesting about anime. (Note, evening, Dec. 17: I think the "crown of thorns" image in my third dream is influenced by a set of images from a photo slideshow I saw yesterday on the US version of Reuters.com. The slideshow was just the normal "editor's choice" picks of global photos, I think. But it showed a lot of images of people in England, Greece, Turkey, and other countries, involved in some form of protest. A lot of the photos showed people who had sustained head injuries during the protests. What really struck me was that these people were still protesting, even after having been hurt. So I don't think the "crown of thorns" image is entirely about Christ. Also I thought at first that the metal vessel in the first dream was just a really big symbol for the male, uh... parts. I still think that's the case. The painting of the man's or woman's backside and the giant... parts right next to each other seems like an image readily supplied by the unconscious. However, I also think the image stands for a couple other things. First, I think it's an upside-down version of a brain and neck. In my fourth dream I also have an upside-down head (the hats) near a torso (the shirts). I don't know why the head and neck have been important in my dreams lately. But they have. Second, I think the vessel is like a jet or rocket engine: a bunch of fine, intricate pipes and valves, ending in a big propulsion valve. Anyway, I guess jet engines can be phallic or intestinal, depending on how you look at them. None of this is a big deal. I just write it down to help me focus.)
Updated 12-18-2010 at 01:05 AM by 37466 (Added side notes)
I dream I'm in a random house. I cannot recall if it was a random house or my apartment. Anyway...I was in a conversation with my friends on the stairs. The only friend I can recall was Staci W. Also, why the hell was I on a staircase? I found it funny not to be in a room. So, randomly, Green Day(DS) is added to our multifriend conversation. I am about to do an RC, but then, I just become an RC! I go downstairs, leaving my friends behind. Wait, what the hell was I gonna do??? Damn it. In the confusion of trying to think of what to do, I awake.
17/12/10 #1 I go by the spot where my work once was. A witty coworker drops by outside with some boxes in hand. Its way too late to be around worktime, so I ask him wittily “what he is doing there!” He starts wittily running off. He looks slightly different than normal, generally… smaller… I think he had been shaved and was wearing more sparce clothing. Then I stumble into some other guys. I think they had a certain nationality to them. They take me in and I sit at a table with them. They are taking over the place where my work once was. At first I was like “I won’t work with the enemy!” But then they started arguing for ot with hints of accents. Something like “that big corporation quelled all the opposition like in a game of monopoly.” I asked them if they weren’t doing the same. They were, but the sin is bigger when it’s a big company. At that point I say “okay, I can’t really argue with that” (I could) but remain pondering and with a disapproved look on my face. #2 - Fragment I remember being in this dense little metropolitan perhaps futuristic cityscape in Denmark. There was this building on an upper floor called “The Danish In-breeding of horses factory”.
Updated 12-17-2010 at 07:07 AM by 39298
I'm hanging out with one of my advisers from my summer internship. He's filming a documentary about global warming, and he walks through the halls of his university as I follow him in a powered wheelchair (having great fun as I do this). He and the film crew then take off for London, and I follow them onto the plane. I realize that I haven't packed anything for the trip and start to freak out.
This one is boring, you probably shouldn't read it. I'm only posting it because I've had so few this month that I've been able to remember when I wake up. I'm curious though, the first 2 months I was keeping a dream journal, I'd recall several dreams a week, even multiple dreams per night, but now... slim pickins... Well, here it is anyway. Uneventful Non-lucid NonDream Non-lucid Lucid I'm walking outside of the house in which I grew up. My family is living there, and I've been away for some time, possibly at college. My sister and mom are playing in the yard, and my dad is presumably inside. I head for the side yard, and where it used to be a large grassy area with a cherry tree in the middle, there were now stables and a large, fenced in area. I look into the stables as I walk past and see miniature horses inside, a few chewing on some hay, others roaming the pasture area, and still others chillin in their stalls. There are also Canada geese walking around, as domesticated, not free roaming animals. I approach my mom, and we talk bit about the changes they've made since I've been gone. I think it's pretty cool that they've built this stable, and it will be so good for the family to have the extra income coming in from the geese and mini horses. Time Lost I'm outside with my sister and my dad, near a campfire on the far side of the pasture from the house. It's daytime, mid afternoon, and the fire has burned down to red coals. My sister is lighting small fireworks, watching them shoot up and explode. I approach them, just as she lights a new firework. This one shoots up about 15 feet into the air and explodes into silver powder, which then erupts into a massive fireball. I can feel the heat and the change in pressure, though I'm about 30 feet away. It seemed almost as if there were a hydrogen balloon behind the cloud of silver dust that was burning, Idk. I came closer, making some comment about that last one, when my dad hurriedly runs over and picks up the spent capsule the firework was contained in with tweezers. He tosses it into a beaker which contains some kind of milky, translucent mixture. He swirls it around, and it begins to foam up. He stirs it some more, and it does so again. He is trying to save some of the explosive material to make more fireworks. Time Lost I'm heading back outside, looking for something, I'm not sure what. I head over towards the stables, and go through the gate. I head inside, looking at the miniature horses. They're all in their stalls now for the evening. It's about 6pm, the sun is still up, but the light is beginning to fade. I walk through the pasture, and whistle for a horse to come over to me so I can pet it. For some reason, the horses are not all in their stalls now, a few of them are standing in the space between the stalls in the middle of the stable. Then I make the Click Click thing with my tounge, and the horse looks up at me and starts my way. Unfortunately, a goose is attracted by my whistling and clicking, and decides to come over to me. The horse looses interest and bends down to graze. I'm a bit annoyed by the stupid goose, but will settle for petting it instead. I hold my hand out and the goose pulls its head back, investigates it and allows me to touch it. I touch the side of its head, and go to stroke its neck, but it takes a snap at me. I try this a couple more times, and get mad. Finally I decide that I don't care what it does, I want to pet it! I quickly stick my arm out, and stroke it all the way from its head to its body. It's now the goose's turn to get mad, and it takes another snap at me, this time, actually nicking my finger. I reach out to tousle the feathers on its head, and it chomps down on my fingers, as if it were trying to gnaw with it's little beak teeth. My fingers are inside the goose's mouth for several seconds, and I remember thinking that I had always believed it to be really painful to be snapped by a goose, but it didn't hurt that bad at all!
To add extra difficulty I have decided to attempt to complete as many of the 8 tasks(excluding harry potter) as possible at the same time by splitting myself into separate bodies which each have their own senses and the ability percieve the dream world each from their own perspective. It is similar to how Dr Manhattan from Watchmen makes copies of himself. Basically allowing me to have multiple separate dreams at the same time. I am planning some details ahead of time, have compiled the list of tasks, and I am about to work on reading these over and over again to memorize them so that hopefully even though I have been sick lately I can remember what I need to do. Spoiler for Dream Log: The dream started in my room with me sitting up in my bed. Looking around as the dream stabalized I soon became lucid because as is the norm in my dreaming state I was no longer breathing. I confirmed my lucidity by flying through my roof into the night sky. Looking around at the houses below I wondered what I should be doing and then the number 8 came to mind which reminded me that I had 8 tasks I needed to attempt. I split myself into 2 of me, then 3, 4 and so on until there were 8 me's all floating in the sky. Each time I split myself I made sure to focus and carefully stabalize the dream for each one of me and focused each of them on their own task that needed to be completed. The rush of data coming from 8 separate versions of myself made the dream blurry and out of focus at first but then after focusing things became more clear. I am used to splitting into more than 8 of myself but also focusing on 8 separate tasks at the same time required a bit of effort. We all nodded at each other and with our tasks in mind we each teleported to 8 different places. All 8 of these dreams took place simultaneously but I'll go into each of them one at a time. Dream 1: One of me teleported to new york and for some reason there we no cars, people, or animals within view and the city felt abandoned. Most of what I could see was just a bunch of tall buildings. I transformed into a butterfly and flew towards tallest building I could find. Keeping my task in focus I looked up into the sky with my minds eye and created a field of huge meteors then sent them flying towards the earth. While the building was pretty large and could have destroyed the meteors since it was a dream it just didn't seem right since there were a lot of them and they were much larger than the building. So for added destruction and fireworks I placed an energy nuke inside the building, picked the whole thing up with my mind and chunked it towards the meteors. After it got close enough I caused the building to smash into a meteor and detonated the nuke filling the whole sky with a massive explosion which I even managed to see from some of my other dreams. With my task completed I allowed myself to fade into the void and refocused my attention into the remaining copies of me. Dream 2: Another one of my splits teleported to the moon and summoned Chuck Norris out of the air. I remembered to not get too hasty and let the fight drag on a bit so I lowered my guard then chuck rushed in and started throwing attacks at me. I redirected his attacks so that his strikes would vanish as soon as they got close enough to me and reappear next to his face. I pretty much just let him beat himself up for a while. When this got boring I formed an energy sword in my hand and lit myself on fire then sliced off my own head. I allowed my body to drop to the ground while my floating head started laughing maniacally. Black chains appeared from the ground and wrapped around him holding him still. I then ripped him into many pieces and remembering the secondary task I shook his severed hand. After that I put him back together and talked to him for a bit. In mid-conversation I sensed the nuke that was about to go off, shielded myself and watched as Chuck Norris melted. Then I just refocused myself out of the dream. Dream 3: Another me teleported into deep space where the starwars deathstar battle was taking place. I transformed into Luke's ship and ejected him out into space. I then flew close to deathstar blowing up a bunch of enemy ships on the way using my mind sort of how Neo did when he headed towards the machine city. When I got closer to the deathstar I launched a missile and used my mind to direct it towards the deathstars weak point. The deathstar exploded and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hear the explosion in space but I did somehow feel vibrations and intense heat from the blast on my metal body. With my task completed I self destructed and faded away. Dream 4: I was having trouble thinking of a good rival so I ended up summoning Satan and shook his hand for the secondary task. I said, "Looking forward to fighting with you soon." Then I bslapped him in the face and vanished before he had a chance to react. This was the shortest dream and after it finished the other dreams became more detailed. Dream 5: This version of me transformed into something like the creature in my avatar. I wondered around in a dark void for a while just flying around. After the devil was summoned into dream 4 I went to a pit full of demonic things to mess with. The place was dark so I just felt them out with my mind and killed some time by beating up a bunch of them hand to hand dbz style. After I faded out of dream 4 I summoned the devil into the pit then smirked and asked him if he thought he could handle me. He didn't reply so I made him summon a massive army of various demonic critters and then I made many clones of myself and transformed into my own massive demonic clone army. Unlike the splits allowing me to have 8 dreams at the same time these things do not view the dream world from their own perspective and are instead controlled 3rd person like puppets. We had a pretty awesome brutal gorefest of a battle that went back and forth for a while until I decided to get more serious and I completely over powered him and his army with an insane number of clones and some offensive abilities. Dream 6: I found myself as the spartan leader in the middle of combat against the persians. A lot of what I saw seemed to come from the movie 300 lol. Me and my men destroyed wave after wave of enemies and stacked up the bodies to better fortify the area. After I had had my fill of gore I summoned the main group of persians with them surrounding us and their leader at the front lines mocking me. I charged in and for some reason disentegrated him with an energy wave(not sure why) then ran charging alone into the bulk of the persian empire allowing them to tear me to peices while I laughed at them like a madman. Dream 7: I went to a concert where a lot of people were at and a dragon busted through the wall. Maybe not exactly a fire breathing mutant croc but at least similar. I cut off its head and several more heads grew back in its place so I sliced them off again and sucked him into a mini black hole. A few people at the show got sucked into the hole as well but most or the ppl survived. Dream 8: I found myself floating over a tiny island so I landed. I thought of some famous people to shake hands with and up drives a limo. Buddha, Abraham Lincoln, Bill Murray, Albert Einstein, and Bill Cosby all stepped out and walked over to shake my hand. I spoke with them for a little while but the conversation didn't make much sense. After I finished shaking all their hands and talked some more I noticed my nuke going off in the sky so I self destructed taking everyone out with me. XD After all of my split selves faded away leaving just one of me I thought about everything that happened hoping I did not miss anything. With all my tasks complete I woke myself up immediately so I could start writing everything down.
I was in some sort of convention in a huge gallery complex of modern architecture (lots of glass and steel). I spent quite some time walking around looking at things but I don’t even remember if there was any art to see there. At one point I followed a friend up into an upper viewing space that was conventionally three storeys high via narrow steel stairs but all inside a huge glass and steel building. When I went up there were heaps of people there but there was nothing really to see except for the high up view, which out of my fear of heights (which is always greatly exaggerated in dreams) I refused to behold. I went back down the stairs but stopped at a platform about halfway down where I saw my uncle and was also soon joined by my brother, my cousin and her boyfriend, who was wearing my balaclava which I remembered I had been wearing a while before, and when I verbally noticed it I accidentally addressed my cousin instead of him, causing some confusion and he took it off before anyone else noticed. We were all sitting around a coffee table that had assorted snack food on it. There were these really delicious but tiny little biscuits that my brother would drop into the bowl of this sweet, sugary, caramel coloured sauce, and then with a teaspoon he would gather up the now sauce-coated biscuits and eat them. I had no such spoon, so when I wanted some I attempted to just scoop them up with my fingers, and my brother stopped me, declaring to everyone in a righteous manner the wrong I had done, and insisted I get a utensil – so I grabbed a butterknife and tried again. Though successful with the butterknife, he seemed to have some problem with it because it wasn’t a spoon. Anxious members of staff kept hovering around our table, waiting for us to finish anything so they could take the plates and utensils away. When the food ran out, we all departed from the building as everyone was leaving, causing a mass crowd to disperse into the dark streets outside. A whole group of us, which now seemed to consist of a random mixture of family, friends and probably at least one invented character, began walking away in one direction, down a wide street them seemed to be flanked with what looked like volcanic cliffs. The sky was the one of the most magnificent dream visions I have ever seen, as it looked as if no atmosphere existed, so it was a direct view of the intensely shining galactic sea of stars and nebulae. I kept stopping everyone so I could take out my phone and take photos of the view. At one point I saw that the formation of some of the rocky cliffs, when viewed from a certain angle, looked like a basic representation of a human face (like the face on mars), which I likened to Julian Assange. We walked to a point where there was no longer any other humans in sight excerpt for our group, and there was a glimpse of a view where we could see over the volcanic cliffs on the other side of street, it just seemed like the landscape continued on to the horizon with the dark, rounded, rocky landscape, and the stars burned intense in a galactic swirl above. We got to a point where the road stopped and we had to get onto a very old wooden walkway that dangerously had many parts broken or missing, and it ascended over the now small dark cliffs that we had been walking along all this time. As we went further along this wooden walkway, it seemed we were crossing some sort of threshold and entering a zone of a different nature. Suddenly the walkway ended and we found ourselves in a sunny landscape full of grass, rocks and trees. The dark galactic sky had now been replaced by a bright blue one, and for the first time we saw vegetation. It looked like some sort of huge natural reserve, where the landscape was basically flat and covered with dried out grass. Very prominently there was a wide gravel road flanked by horizontal logs of sun bleached wood along the edges (I frequently stopped to take 'texture photos' of this wood as it was a beautiful grey colour flecked with yellow and green lichen), and every once in a while there were tall wooden signposts that told us a number of distances to destinations. As we travelled along, we saw no sign of human or animal life, and on one side of us a vast eucalypt forest, and a continuous tall rock formation on the side closest to us, that had a concave form that provided relief to us from the sun. Eventually we got to a place where the rock formation diverged away to create a large grassy space where we saw a large multitude of strange prehistoric looking animals. Amongst them the ones I remember most were these woolly mammoths with patchy grey fur, and these other ones that had a large scaly body of a cross between a kangaroo and a therapod dinosaur, and the head and hands of an ape. For some reason, someone in our group suddenly had a soccer ball and kicked it out into the field towards the grazing animals. This caused all of the non ape-headed animals to stampede away into the forest in fear. However the ape-headed creatures kicked the ball back to us, and then we started kicking it back and forth between us and the animals and it turned into a kind of game. However, eventually the ape creatures approached us closer and we felt threatened. As we ran around trying to dodge them, I suddenly found some sort of ancient arcane tome on the grass right before me and I quickly flicked through its pages to find anything related to animals. I found something that looked like it had something to do with animal control, so I ripped that page out of the book and held it upwards, and this supposedly activated the magical powers within the text, and the ape-headed creatures seemed to stop. Then they started calmly walking towards me, so I flipped through the book again and found another article that seemed to mention something called “the authority of PETA”, and I ripped it out and activated its power in the same manner as the previous one. The ape-headed animals now started to speak English and were highly intelligent. They queried as to why we were here, as if we were not meant to be, and they threatened to kill us if we couldn’t come up with a sound reason as to why they shouldn’t. The last thing I remember in the dream before I woke up was trying to desperately convince these ape-headed creatures about why the survival of our group was important as I speculated that we might be the last humans left alive, but the ape-headed creatures seemed to regard the survival of humanity as a deeply negative outcome.