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I had several dreams last night. A ton. Like, it feels like I was dreaming all night. But I couldn't remember almost anything once I got up and started moving. As usual. T.T

I know my problem. I just get up too late. But I can't exactly change it. I barely get any sleep as it is. Soooo... Bummer. D:

I guess this'll be a weekend thing. :p I've got my dream journal on my bedside table right now with a pen right off to the side. I'm so ready.

12/2/11 (Afternoon and Early Evening) NAP
NON-LUCID

Dream One:

I decided to take a nap in the afternoon (around 3PM), and my intention was to know who my dream guide would be. I even asked my subconscious personally, “You know who I want to meet, and you know it’s a female.”

I couldn’t get much clarity in the environment out of this one, but I was definitely talking to someone. I was watching her pet blowfish just randomly bloat and deflate. She was talking to me about some random things.
But I felt a connection with her. I decided to pull her out blowfish to see what would happen. She got a little mad, but I put it back and we kept talking. The blowfish was brown and when it expanded, it had a white belly with a tint of yellow to it.




When I’m done talking with her, I believe I’m in an office and I see some personal information about random DCs, but I couldn’t recall them.

The dream scene changes and I think we’re in a car. I turn my back and saw a dark image of a DC in the back seat. I quickly turn back and said that I’m sorry for being a bit weird towards her, and there’s no excuse for me to give her to convince her otherwise.

But she asks me why I was sorry. I explained to her that I actually had to do a lot of work this time, because before I was doing nothing, so it made me a bit hyper.

Dream 2 (Probably just an abstract from the last one):

I’m in a car with my mother, and I see a sign that looked like it said “Pornage” but it said something else. I told my mother what I thought, and she just started to tickle me and questioned what goes on in my head.

I am with Alicia at the mall, it looks like the bigger mall in our area. We are walking around and shopping in random stores. Alicia wants to go in and look at some clothes at Ross, so I follow her in and start browsing. I remember that they have some good prices on purses, so maybe I will get a new one. I show Alicia my old one and I tell her I'm going to look for a new one because the old one is getting pretty ratty. She says ok, and I head over to the area where they have their purses. I get to where their purses are supposed to be and my attention is drawn to one that looks nice. I take it down and look at it closer, but I decide it doesn't have enough pockets to sort all my crap. I put it back and look for more. I realize there are hardly any purses there on display. I wonder where the rest of them are. I look a bit more and I find only a couple other purses that aren't at all what I want. I finally ask a store employee where the purses are. He says they aren't going to carry purses any more. This makes me mad, how can they not carry them? I am feeling madder than I would normally be about such a thing. I start yelling at the employee. I ask where I'm supposed to find a purse at a reasonable price if they don't carry them? He says it's not his business. I am pissed at Ross and I start making a mess. Knocking over displays, throwing their merchandise on the floor… making a scene. Someone says something about turning a fire hose on me. I keep making a mess and someone squirts me with a garden hose that has almost no pressure to it. My feet get wet.

I had no access to the internet for about three weeks, but I did record quite a few dreams. However, my handwriting isn't exactly what you'd call 'legible' when I write as soon as I wake up, and some things I wrote are just notes that make no sense to me now. So, here it is, word for word from what I have written down, and I'll add anything else I remember in parenthases.

~Voldmort says, "Don't fall asleep or I kill Ginny."

~I show someone my (drum? trom...bone? I can't read it) because I can't for the life of me remember who Bob Marley is.

~The Confederates come back and want to use our house to rest. (I remember being disappointed that Jasper Hale wasn't there, and briefly thinking that there was an amendment that said soilders couldn't stay in our house.)

~I get a pug, and have a German Shepard.

~In church, we get an assignment to be a computer. I work with J.R.

~Supposed to be getting married... can't do it.

~In the trashy back-alley part of a city I find my Chinese friend yay.

~What a dashing young lad: Mama's friend in a hooded cloak.

~Teacher says something about taking Jasper and Emmett home. We have to butter a biscuit to leave; even though mine isn't in complete sentences I can go.

~Someone does ballet in the middle of the road.

~The bus driver says it sounds like a ninja food fight. (???)

And then two dreams that I wrote in more detail: ~Playing a Tarzan game. Aliens come into it eventually, and that morphs it into a whole new game. When I stop playing, I'm in an unfamiliar house. Out one door, there are a bunch of dogs, so I go out to pet them. They start trying to come into the house. I shut the door and see that a waddly little bulldog got in, so I decide to take him to the pet store. Don't remember how I got there, but somewhere along the line I became lucid. The dog wanted to eat a candle so I started picking ones off a shelf and seeing if he liked them. As I held out a brown one swirled with red and green (cinnamon candy, I think it was called), my mom walked up and asked what I was doing. (just realized I changed tenses there... oh well.)
"It's a dream, so he's eating candles," I told her.
"What?"
"This is a dream."
She starts freaking out. "Wha... Thi... Are you serious!?"
"Yeah. Calm down. Control your breathing and touch the stuff on the shelves."
She makes an effort to stop hyperventilating and runs her hand across a shelf filled with bottles of shampoo. "It feels so real," she says in amazement, taking one bottle and holding to her ear like a phone. A loud voice starts coming from it.
I smile. Suddenly a bell rings at the counter so I go up to see what the person wants. He's a vampire. I can't remember what he asked for, but regardless, he just yanked me over the counter and bit my neck. I only felt little pinpricks of pain, and when he let me go I just lost lucidity and followed him out of the store. () I ended up walking down and road and seeing kids play under a little bridge.

~In school, a zombie apocalypse is in progress. I'm roaming around with a group of random people. The hallways are spattered with blood, and every so often a few zombies will come around a corner. The people I'm with bash them with blunt objects. As we pass the doors leading to the second floor, a white and tan Siberian Husky rockets past us and skids to a stop in front of the stairs, sniffs the air, and barks loudly. A man in a trenchcoat and fedora walks up and pats the dog on the head.
"Dog knows where it's safe," he says to us, already heading up the stairs. We follow them to a small, dark, round room that's empty apart from a few music stands and an armchair. Several minutes pass peacefully, then I realize that no zombie situation can ever be peaceful for long. Just as I'm about to suggest moving to a different area, the husky starts barking. Everyone in the room rushes to look down the stairs, where a large group of zombies is slowly making its way up to us. We all grab music stands and prepare to fight.
I wake up, a little relieved to not have to see how that ends.

Over black, I started to see a shape take form, it looked like a chromosome, changing from pink, to blue, to green and back to pink, aswell as shaking and shivering across my eyelids. I reached out with my dream arm (note, It was all dark besides the chromosome) and grabbed onto it. It disappeared.

Immediately after, I felt all my limbs start to flail, as if I was falling down an infinitely dark, bottomless cavern. Tumbling down the rabbit hole. I started thinking "Okay, the dream is about to start, I have to remember to focus. Im dreaming... Im dreaming.."

I was suddenly inside an unfamiliar kitchen, talking to two men, unsure who they were. I realised I was dreaming and told myself to stabilise the dream via activating senses. I knelt down and started to touch the lino floor. I remember saying "Wow. It feels so real!" There was some water on the floor too, I rubbed that in so it spread across the floor. Amazing, haha.

The dream clarity increased 10-fold. Feeling stable enough, I stood up and began to walk out.

Two women from my work came through the door at the end of the kitchen. I said "For fucksakes. Its a weekend, this is my dream and I dont want you here!" and walked past them. I turned around straight away, they had disappeared (Hahahah) Upon opening the door, I was on a beach at some beachside restaurant. There were about 7-8 people outside, sitting at tables. The sky was slightly grey and the ocean somewhat choppy and violent. It was here that I decided to try flying.

I stepped up on a table and told myself I was going to fly. I jumped. I noticed that I was the air for a ever-so-slightly longer time than I normally would have been, other than that, I just landed on the ground.

Being still very lucid at this point, I reassured myself - "No. This is a dream. MY dream. Anything is possible."
I relaxed and stared at the distant mountain, put my hands at my side and started to focus on flying.

Here, I noticed all the people around me had stopped talking and were all staring at me, silently.

I relaxed even further, realised I had now obtained all the power and began to rise. The more I rose, the faster I got. Until within about 10 seconds, I was in the upper atmosphere, with ever increasing height and speed. I was laughing with joy at this point. I looked forwards, the Moon, growing closer and closer. I noticed I couldnt control my speed, so I put my fist out, flew straight into the Moon, blowing it up.

Ecstatic, I lost control and the dream faded.

SO damn excited to do this again tomorrow morning!

I realise now I have to keep reminding myself I am dreaming. And also to engage my senses much more, so I can appreciate the dream environment more. (I think everything seemed grey and boring because I was more focused on touch?)