I was sitting on my sofa, when my oldest brother enters the room and starts to annoying me. He's talking a mile a minute saying nonsence getting in my face. I shake my head at him get up and while walking to my room I tell him to leave me alone. As I lay on my floor he comes barging in and starts jumping around. I now start screaming at him to leave me alone, but he just jumps on me and starts to tickle me non stop. I continue yelling at him "You are so annoying" and "*Beep* Off !!" but relentlessly he continues to tickle me. I attempted to hit him, but my punches are useless almost like swinging in slow motion. I Got so angry yelling and screaming I woke up. While in my bed awake I laughed so hard because it was such a silly dream, but then I thought I definitly have some deep anger issues with my brother.
Dream - Lucid - AP Something about band, about me playing my clarinet. Austin, an ex, was there, I think he was encouraging me to practice. I was at Austin's house. I was spending the night with him, thought it was morning in the dream. We were laying in bed, and I had to get up to pee. I got up, and I was naked. Austin said to go quickly so his roommate wouldn't come out of his room and see me naked. I went into the bathroom. The walls were all cut out, kind of like in The Sims games. I could see the door to his roommate's room. It was moving, like someone was about to open it. I sat on the toilet. I figured out that Austin's roommate was, in fact, another Austin. Weird. ~ My family wanted me to go to this museum to see this giant, yellow bird. His head was almost always buried in the sand, kind of like what an ostrich does. But on that day, from 2-4pm, the bird's head would be out of the sand, and he could grant you 3 wishes. I saw this on a sign by the museum. I didn't want to go, and I let my family know this. That led to some arguing. I couldn't figure out if this bird was real, or if it was mechanical. Then, my brother went. I remember seeing him running down the back bone of some giant, prehistoric animal. Another giant bone tried to hit him, but he evaded it. He never got to see the bird, however, because it was after 4pm. ~ I was at school, sitting in Data Analysis (a real class I'm currently enrolled in in waking life), though the classroom looked like one of my high school classrooms. I was sitting down, doing some of the work. I felt like I was doing a great job; I understood everything pretty well. I remember looking at the board, and seeing this spiraly background behind some of the words, and it was moving. Then, as I was passing my homework in, I saw written on the board that we could use pen or pencil only on the homework. I looked down at my assignment, and I had written, in orange sharpie, the directions on not using anything other than pen or pencil. I couldn't really fix it, so I handed it in, hoping that my teacher would understand, even though I didn't follow directions. Then, I was at my house, in a weird closet. Ryan was with me. I asked him to help me pick out a shirt to wear to Data Analysis. I was, for some reason, wearing a navy blue 2-piece bathing suit with tropical-looking white flowers on it. He picked out this one shirt, and I put it on. You could see the bathing suit right through it, so I took it off and asked him to pick out another shirt, one that you couldn't see through.
Updated 03-27-2011 at 09:39 PM by 32059
Last night was terrible, couldn't sleep at all. All I remember was being at my World History class, talking with my teacher, and popping up in some capture the flag game. I was on a team with some of my friends and we had to capture the enemy flag 3 times, or take control of 4 zones to win the game. I think we won because we moved onto a different level. In this level, there was a huge tower in the center of the map with a deep chasm surrounding it with a few "islands" in the chasm. There was huge mountains off in the distance and a cesspool with dinosaurs in it. Oh, and the mountains had some sort of sculpture carved into it. The rocks were a very light tan color and it was bright and sunny, but with a hint of fog. The tower itself was very boxish in it's design and angled upward almost like a pyramid. It had a portal at the very top and other smaller portals that teleported inside the tower scattered all over the playing field. The last thing I can remember is that I was searching for my team on the outskirts of the level before waking up. It was enjoyable dream, better than the last one at least in terms of creepiness. Still though, I look forward to having lucid dreams!
I was in someones front yard, but it was across the street from my neighbors in waking life. I was with my wife or my cousin N I said, "Let's fly," and I took off. I saw the stars. I got heavy above the trees. I was not lucid. -- I lost some kind of contest. I was walking down hill at night towards a restaurant or something. I made it in went to a room to get dressed. I put on the clothes and wig that Americans wore in Washington's time. I stood very proud so as to not be bothered that I lost the contest. -- I was outside and saw a mated pair of Bald Eagles. I couldn't believe it. They circled above. Then I noticed they were chasing hawks out of their territory. I grabbed a professional video camera. I thought it was mine. As I started taking video of the eagles, I started playing the harmonica. That was weird; it was attached to the camera. It only played one note. I took more video and played the harmonica that was up to my mouth again. I looked at the camera and noticed it was a strange dream version of my brother's old XL-1. It was partly blue and had wires making on empty frame underneath the body of the camera. I tried to see the harmonica, but it wasn't very obvious. In waking life, my father taught harmonica. He also went to a Deepak Chopra seminar where he was told that the eagle is his animal spirit or something. Dream skip: I'm in a building and receiving sun glasses. I'm some black market distributor. I am happy because this means money, but I realize I'm in business with thugs. This is dangerous business. I start seeing guys that get bigger and tougher up the chain of command. Each one is stronger than the next. Finally I see the big boss. He's a black guy. One of the white guys tries to make me look good. He climbs up onto a platform, I get ready, and as he jumps me, I grab his jacket and throw him to the floor. This is designed to show that I can handle myself. I start hitting, though pulling my punches. Again, I am just showing what I could do, though I was slow and very unconvincing. I end up in a car with two black girls. I'm stroking the hair of one of them and I wonder if the other one accepts me. -- My nephew was depicted as a cartoon character. He was outside in the snow. His mother called him Snow Cheese. Then his mother started drawing cartoons of him. She was coming up with the text effortlessly. They were funny, but I never knew what they said.
Updated 03-27-2011 at 11:38 PM by 41873 (Removed accidental text that meant nothing.)
Non-lucid, Possibly lucid?, [Commentary made while awake] I'm at the mall in my town, standing at the outside edge of the big parking lot on the north side of it. The parking lot is empty because it's been blocked off, and the route for the annual Race for the Cure, which runs around the edges of it, has been marked off. There are lots of people walking and running around the track. This is a practice run for the actual event. I remark to myself that I need to train for this event, because it is a race, and that I'm glad to see that they've repainted some of the lines on the parking lot while they've had it blocked off, because the lines really needed repainting. From there, I start flying around the west side of the mall. [I think I remember realizing at some point during this sequence that if I was flying, I had to be dreaming. I'm not totally sure, though.] As I go from the north to the west side of it, the terrain changes from flat parking lot to natural land that rises and falls slightly. I'm holding onto a small, rectangular, round-cornered, solid plastic board, slightly larger than a sheet of paper. It catches the wind, and I fly by using it like a sail to pull me along, holding it perpendicular to the ground, with both hands, with my arms straight out in front of me. It's a lot of fun to fly this way. The wind carries me up and over each little rise in the land; every time I go over one, I have to pull my legs up to make sure my feet clear the top of the rise. They do, every time. This entire scene is very clear and vivid; I can feel the air moving around me, the pull of the wind on my arms, and the motions I make, and can see the land and the trees around me clearly. Someone else passes me on my left, flying past in the opposite direction. As she does so, she holds up a bunch of white pieces of paper, fanned out, with big, black letters printed on them. They spell out “SLOWPOKE!” I don't take any offense at this, because that's fair; this method of flying is indeed slower than my normal self-powered, superhero-style flight. [Different dream scene.] I'm at a place that seems to be a restaurant, but has a dark ride in the back, meeting a man named Harley Davidson, for whom the company was named.
Updated 04-06-2011 at 06:46 PM by 37356 (forgot to categorize)
Radiation Dreams... I am playing a game in a house where someone is radiation. I stand in the center of the house, and laugh maniacally imitating the man that is radiation. Four women scream, and run around in a circle through different rooms, then realize it's me doing the laughing. *** The Russian Dreamhacker chick is giving me instructions... We are in a study in an old English house...
I remember something about being in church...red words in a book, but I wasn't sure of what I was reading. I wasn't even sure what book it was....then a light at the end of the church. Then my teacher was in my house lying down, and acid rain was falling on her, and melting her clothes. I opened the side door, and told someone else to open the front door, because I thought it would make it dissipate. Then I walked outside. It was windy and and slightly cloudy. T was there and she was wearing a tutu that eventually flew off. I could hear people making cat calls at her. I headed back to the house, to check and see if my teacher was alright.
My kids really need to find another hangout lol I crashed at around midnight and woke (for the last time at 10AM) The fragment I recall the most was about rabbits. They were in a cage with an automatic sliding glass door. It was really nifty as it could only be activated from the outside. I started worrying, though, that an animal might jump up to the cage to look inside, activate the door by accident then have a very nice free meal. There were at least a dozen or so rabbits in this one aquarium style cage. I came back later when I realized I could lock the door, but all the rabbits were dead. They had all suffocated. In another dream, I snuck into someone's house and stole a key. They had teenaged children (2, I think). I washed their dishes for a long time and cleaned the sink. When everyone woke up, they were initially surprised to see me, but then they accepted I was supposed to be there. I talked to the mom a lot, but I don't remember what it was about. I'm not sure if this is part of the same dream, but another scene was of me outside. No. This was a separate dream. I was outside walking and I happened upon a yard sale. There were a lot of really nice clothes, but I was interested in something buried at the very bottom of one of the piles. It looked like a table or something, but when I got all the stuff off of it, I realized it was a shopping cart. I was still pleased and planned on buying it. I filled it with clothes, then a mob of people showed up. They were all very panicked and went through the clothes quickly, spilling most on the ground. I went along behind them, trying to pick them up, telling them to have some respect. The woman came out of her house upset, saying the clothes they trampled were her Church clothes. Most were brightly colored sweaters- pink, blue. In another dream, I was somewhere with my kids. My 18 year old was told he couldn't participate (?) because they were taking him away again. He had to go to a shelter and he became very upset. I woke up before I could figure out why. That's it.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a movie theatre, sitting near the front row. The theatre was kind of dim. The show hadn't started yet. I looked behind me and over my left shoulder. A little girl sat beside her mother. The little girl was somehow dressed up as Wonder Woman. But her costume was actually more like baggy pieces of red and blue fabric. The fabric may have had stuff written on it, such as the name Wonder Woman or some kind of statements indicative of Wonder Woman. I looked forward again, waiting for the movie to start. A little while later I looked behind myself and over my left shoulder. The girl and mother were now sitting in those seats. The girl was still wearing her costume. But the mother was also wearing a Wonder Woman costume. The mother's costume still didn't look like Wonder Woman's outfit. The suit was tight in certain places, but in other places, like around the chest area, it bulged out, almost like a football player's shoulderpads. The outfit was mostly a dark, almost gloppy, cobalt blue, with squares of some kind of white, stony material poking out of it. The mother also had her face painted in some kind of deep blue, almost black. For some reason, I was still turned on by the way the mother looked. I thought she had the same kind of sexiness that Wonder Woman has. At some point, the mother stood up to leave the movie theatre. She told her daughter she would be right back. I wondered if it would be safe for the little girl to just sit here all by herself. The little girl stared forward with a look of sadness and disappointment. I could tell that the little girl knew what was really going on with her mother. Somehow I came to understand that the mother was going out into the lobby to meet some boy. She and the boy would run off and have sex somewhere. The girl, I understood, had been abandoned in situations like this before. She was kind of depressed that it was happening again. Dream #2 I was at "my office," which was apparently in some kind of building like in an office park in a suburban area. I believe I was on the first floor. I sat in a big cubicle right next to a window, which let in a decent amount of natural light through partly opened blinds. At some point, I got up and walked through a long aisle of cubicles. I walked past a small area that had a tall, round table. On the table were a few styrofome bowls of bite size Reese's peanut butter cups. I grabbed some of the candy and walked into another big room full of cubicles and offices. I was surprised by the peanut butter cups. They came in all different flavors. Some were in dark chocolate, which I really liked. I was back at my desk, looking at something on the internet, possibly some kind of shopping or fashion page meant for women. Some girl co-worker of mine had been standing way high up on a partition behind me and spying on me while I looked at the internet. The woman was now something like my boss. She had decided I wasn't doing any work. So she hopped down and asked me to look at a number of different things that were apparently related to work, but which actually weren't too far different from the shopping and fashion stuff I had already been looking at. I was now walking past the table of candies again. I walked into the second big room of cubicles and offices again. Then I headed back toward my cubicle again, passing the tall, round table of candies. I had been thinking about the peanut butter cups. The bite size ones were so small, I'd thought, that one or two just wasn't enough. I'd wanted to take a whole handful, but I didn't want people to think I was a pig. I'd wished there was something on the table that was big enough so I could take only one and still have my hunger satisfied. I now looked in the styrofome bowls. There were now packages of Pop Tarts in each of the bowls. I was happy to have something big to eat. But, I thought, Pop Tarts always only have sweet flavors, like Strawberry. But, to my surprise, I now saw a bowl with packages of Reese's peanut butter cup flavored Pop Tarts! I went for the peanut butter Pop Tarts. But as I did, a male co-worker lunged at the bowl. He didn't grab anything. He just blocked the bowl. He didn't say anything regarding the Pop Tarts, but as he spoke to me he made it clear that he was keeping me from the Pop Tarts because he knew I wanted them. I acted like I didn't want the peanut butter Pop Tarts, like I didn't care about them at all. After a few seconds of looking at the bowls and trying to figure whether I could actually get at the peanut butter Pop Tarts somehow, I finally just grabbed a handful of bite size peanut butter cups and walked back to my desk. Dream #3 It was either late night or early morning. It was pitch black outside. I was near "my work," but I was in some kind of place like a red-brick sidewalk "Main Street" area in a small town. I was looking for something to take with me to the office for breakfast. I couldn't quite remember the place I always went to for breakfast, and I now couldn't seem to find it. Instead, I walked into a nearby restaurant. Inside, the place reminded me of a Pret-a-Manger. I thought to myself, I can't get breakfast here! This is where I get lunch! But, since I couldn't remember how to get to my breakfast place, I just decided to stick with this place. I went to grab a coffee. But the coffee area was set up really strangely, in a really small place. A stout, older, black woman was making herself a tea. She was completely blocking the coffee. I had to wait for her to finish. When the woman finished, I quickly moved to the spouts to make myself a coffee. I had to rush in, because some other guy was already starting to jostle against me to get to the coffee. For some reason, I was making myself a tea, not a coffee! I was even pouring honey in the tea. Somehow I convinced myself that at a certain point, the tea-appearance of my drink would change to a coffee-appearance. The guy next to me was really jostling against me now, trying to freak me out and make me leave before I'd finished making my coffee/tea. I looked the person in the face and was surprised to see that it was a co-worker of mine! He'd followed me to a restaurant again! (IWL, this co-worker times his lunches, and sometimes even his trips to the bathroom, against mine. It kind of creeps me out.) I elbowed my co-worker in the stomach really hard. I didn't even know why I did it. He seemed really hurt. I was kind of happy that he was hurt, but I didn't want to get in trouble at work for having done something like this. So I apologized. But as I apologized, my co-worker got up in my face, as if he thought he was going to freak me out. For some reason, I grabbed both his arms. I had both his arms in a grip that he couldn't get out of. I kept trying and trying to break my co-worker's arms. But I couldn't. The whole time, my co-worker just stayed right in front of my face. He didn't say anything. I started yelling at him that I was tired of him taunting me at work, that I was tired of him spying on me, and that I was tired of him following me around when I go outside or go to the bathroom.
Only 2 hours sleepFINALY! I became lucid inside davids dads house. It was time for sleep but I realized I had 10 figures when I did a reality check. It was hard to do but I YELLED, I yelled and didn't care if I woke anyone up. It took a while but I finally got outside. I kept reminding myself that I was dreaming, the dream was about to fade a few times but it stayed for quite sometime. Longest LD yet. Now I remember a counterstrike moment were I wasn't completely lucid. Like jesse came up to the computer and I was worried that he could see my thoughts on the computer because I was dreaming. There were these pigme type creatures that I had a feeling I played in an old video game. diablo, thats what it was. Anyway me and this other guy in counterstrike. turned a corner and there were multiple enemies ahead, and tried to summon a sword but it didnt work. So I typed /sword and got one in my hand. Id rather not have a lucid dream in a video game but w.e I ended up flying around looking for some one to flipflop but ended up getting lost in her story of trying to Lucid dream -_-
I attempted to be lucid last night, but alas, I was not. I did dream, though. My dream was a short one. The first thing I remember from it was finding a very fat centipede under my refrigerator. I named it Penelope, even though I hate centipedes and probably would not take the time to name them. Then, the centipede laid eggs on a picture frame, and I picked it up, and the eggs were so sticky that my hand got stuck. I got really grossed out and began shaking my hand in an effort to get it off. Had I remembered to look for anything out of the ordinary on my hand, I probably would have been lucid by then. Unfortunately not, but I wouldn't have had the chance to because then I woke up. I tried to WILD in the morning at around 7am, but I was too woken up by then. I got into mid-transtition, though. Good for a first time, I guess. I will try a FILD tonight.
Updated 03-27-2011 at 02:21 PM by 43880
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! Barely recall anything from last night, bummer! 00.00: Sleep 09.00: Fragment *I'm on a suspended walkway. A huge wave comes crashing in and swallows everything. I watch in vain as an older man in a yellow t-shirt tries to run. He gets knocked on his feet by the water and disappears. 09.00: Wake up Amount of sleep: 9 hours Supplements: None That's it! Even though I did a tiny WBTB I didn't manage to get lucid. Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
Wish I wrote this after I had it because now I can't remember much at all from it. Lots of realy crazy stuff happened anyways. I was looking for a new place to live on craigslist in shared houses section. Met with this guy (kevin) Huge house but it would be just me and him living there. Anyways weird stuff I'll try and remember. I decided not to go to that house. (it was a real life thing)
Me and some other people were digging through a couple dumpsters that were packed full of really nice stuff. In a building next door we had a silent auction going on and we just kept adding items as we got them. Made thousands of dollars.
I find myself at the JH basketball court near my house with AD and AF We are all standing on the concrete taking an IQ test that is being administered by my counselor. I think there were other people from school running around the track nearby or watching us take the test from the grass or something. We work on the test for some time and during that whole time I cannot answer any question on the test. I do not know if they are illegible or particularly difficult or something, but I seem totally incapable of answering any. We then break for lunch and walk back up the long concrete stairs on the side of the building. There is some indoor hallway beginning immediately at the top of the stairs and TAnd is laying prone right in the doorway. I walk to the hall and turn left into a longer hallway with various people from my school. AF is taking a drink from the drinking fountain (which has four separate spouts for some reason) but she is bent over at the waist and her ass is sticking up in the air (like 6 feet in the air, she looks deformed or contorted and insanely tall). I walk with AD and AF to some cafeteria that vaguely resembles the high school cafeteria, lunch in hand. I ask AD about how difficult the test was and he says that he definitely answered every question (he evidently thought it was easy, the bastard). AF agrees and as they walk toward the lunch table, I wake up.