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    1. Dangerous amusement park ride and MIND CONTROL

      by , 03-03-2011 at 04:38 PM
      Well, I had a few other dreams before this but I was far too lazy to get up and write them down. Maybe I'll remember them later...

      I woke up and was too tired to look at the clock and I must have slipped back into a dream that I was sitting at this computer reading the DV chat and said to myself "Oh, the timestamp says it's only 7am, I can sleep for another hour or two"

      Next dream I was in an amusement park on this ride that was a giant yellow metal wheel that spun. You didn't get strapped in or secured to this wheel at all, you just held on for dear life. I found this quite easy to do and the ride was a lot of fun. I saw a kid on the ride next to me try to spit on someone on the ground and yelled "That's disgusting!" to the kid. I remember I was there with this couple that were in front of me and they said something to me but I don't quite remember what it was.

      The ride stopped, I got off and walked around the park for a minute and started to walk by this jungle-gym type thing and saw a blonde woman (Who looked a lot like Olivia from fringe) walk up and sit beside this young boy. Instantly I knew I was there to inject them with a mind control drug. I got a syringe out from my pocket and threw it like a dart at the woman and it hit her on her lower back. I didn't give the drug to the kid and I over heard the woman talking to her son about how he is suddenly uninterested in anything in school. Then I woke up.

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 10:47 PM by 9392

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      non-lucid
    2. Boyscouts vs. the Fire Nation + Illegal Drive + Climbing The Tower + Fragment

      by , 03-03-2011 at 04:10 PM (The book of mars)
      Boyscouts vs. the Fire Nation

      Holden my brother, Tyler and I are hanging around downtown. We’re on this outside deck looking over the parking lot in the center of all the shops. I look over at a part of the brick buildings to my right that’s made of wood all the way from bottom to top. It’s made of strips of wood intersecting like X’s, like a foundation of a porch on some houses. Between the X’s I can see an old decaying sign.

      At the same moment, Tyler seems to spot it: “Look, remember Weatherfields?!”

      “Fuck yeah, I loved that place,” I say. It was an old restaurant that everyone went to as children (such a place doesn’t actually exist). Holden says he never went there, but I assure him he did.

      In front of us, a few people get out of a little car. It’s a family it seems.

      “Let’s go, there’s Kirstie Alley,” Holden says and starts walking out of the deck, into the parking lot and away from the family. It wasn’t only a fat joke, but the mom of the family also looked like Kirstie Alley, the actress. She was huge and was wearing a pink dress down to her ankles. Her flubby arms swung and instead of walking, she seemed to just tip in the direction she wished to go and flowed with inertia.

      Holden, Tyler and I went to Goodwill, which was across the parking lot. Inside, I ran into the toys section which my dream-self never really does (Goodwill doesn’t have a toys section, and the whole place was more of a real store like a small WalMart). Tyler followed me and we began talking about wanting it to be summer out so we can play with water guns.

      A couple started quarreling in the aisle so we left and went up front. There, we looked inside one of those claw machines. There was a really interesting looking umbrella. At first, I didn’t even know it was an umbrella. It had spikes in bands all around it, intricately engraved motifs from the handle to the top of it, where they followed the paths of metal in the shading part.

      Jack, you can have that blue one,” Tyler says. She points to a similar umbrella although colored light blue, making it kind of ugly. Where did Jack even come from? He has an ugly little face of anger when she makes this jab, and then he disappears.

      Tyler and I touch a lot of soft stuffed animals in a big metal bin. I am particularly attracted to a white elephant and can’t stop touching it. Eventually, Holden asks us to leave because he’s bored of Goodwill, so we do.

      The scene becomes us walking around Winslow, our neighboring town. Holden is a boyscouts parade soon, and Tyler and I are just following him around. Tyler’s smoking but doesn’t want her cigarettes anymore for whatever reason and asks if I’d like them. I think for a second and say sure. One is unlit and one is lit. I put the unlit one in my pocket and look at the lit one: where the flame should be, there is a hologram of a tiny flag that dissolves if you wave it back and forth. I take a drag and nothing really happens, no smoke, nothing.

      We are walking up this big hill and I see my friend Autumn. She’s wearing a boyscout uniform just like the guys. It’s funny for me because she’s pretty big and walking up this big hill and doing dude-things with scouts, which is not of character for her. Not on the dream-plane, though!

      “Autumn, why are you even a boyscout anymore?” I ask. She shrugs her shoulders and we talk about something (but I rarely remember dialogue in my dreams at all).

      We get to the top of the hill. Tyler, Holden, and my old friend Cholage are at the top and want to slide down.

      “What the fuck, you’ll probably die!” I say and make notice of the four-way intersection at the bottom (all of this is accurate in waking life). They all shrug their shoulders and start sliding down anyway. They just jump and their feet slide on the pavement, moving it as if it was very slippery and malleable mud. I don’t want to look like a coward so I start sliding too.

      I’m half-way down and everyone else is at the bottom so I decide to call it quits. I can’t stop easily so I ram myself into a building on the side of the hill and then slide over and join Holden, Tyler and Cholage. They are on this floating house with a floating front yard, all of it on top of a small inlet. I’m really afraid of it sinking because I don’t want to get wet. Holden laughs at me because of how afraid I am, and I laugh too.

      I look over and Tyler and Cholage are nearly naked making out with eachother. Holden is laughing and they both have smiles on their faces. I have an intuitive thought that they are doing this to make me jealous (though I’m not really attracted to either of them). I don’t want to seem jealous. But! I fall while the floating yard bobs in the water and my face lands right near their nude bodies. Whoops.

      Holden and I start walking with the boyscouts as their parade starts. There’s a ton of boyscouts on the sidelines, but no actual onlookers. I think of how embarrassing this is, but no one minds. While Holden walks in the parade, I ask him about Avatar.
      “We should watch Avatar sometime, I love that show. I’m re-watching all the episodes,” I say. He kind of nods, uninterested. “Have you seen the movie?”

      “No. It’s not Miyamoto’s best.” (Why did my mind choose Miyamoto as the director??)

      “Yeah I haven’t seen it either, I think they cast Aang wrong. He looks so serious,” I say. Holden agrees and we talk about it for awhile. I make a face, impersonating the actor.

      Suddenly, the Fire Nation is attacking the parade! (I love how the mind works ) Everyone is running all over the place. Most of the boyscouts are Air Benders, like me. I get separated and am by myself, almost surrounded by opponents. Luckily, most of them are engaged with other battles and don’t notice me. One, in front of me, however, sends a giant flame dragon head at me. Its jaw is chomping as it comes closer. I close my eyes and focus my energy on the most powerful air attack I could do right now. I cross my arms, and when I uncross them, I send a wave of forceful air in its direction. The dragon head splits into smaller flaming heads that dissolve as someone pulls a big blanket of salt water over everyone. It’s sticky.



      Around me, big booming voices are telling their followers to say a certain word that will bring them to safety. I see one of the voices re-embodied. It’s a God, a leafy Earth God that is putting all his devotees into a vortex as they say the correct word.
      My friend Gabe says it, and I look at him strangely. He was always an atheist! I say the word, too, hoping for salvation, and I black out.

      I wake up in a recovery area. Everyone is sitting on leafy clouds. My surroundings are dim. Holden is here, but Tyler isn’t. Heather’s friend Brittany is in front of me. For some reason, she pulls me really close to her and is making very affectionate moves! I apologize when our faces stick together because of how salty I am. She doesn’t mind, and starts kissing me. I wake up.


      Illegal Drive

      In the middle of the night, Tyler texted me and asked if I had any money for weed. I said no and went back to sleep.
      In my dream, I am in the school, but under it, in this really cool art workshop that no one knows about. I get a text from Tyler and she asks if I have any money for McDonalds. I decide that I will take my car and get her some, even though I don’t have my license.

      My car is underground where I am at the school, so I just go get it and drive off. I drive fine until I get to McDonalds, where I forget to stop at the window. I’m embarrassed so I just decide to drive home. I find that I’m going 80 down a hill and can’t stop. Eventually I hit the breaks. I turn into this little section of the parking lot in downtown. I try to keep going on this “road” but I find the only ways to go are up some…stairs? Shit, I am driving in a pedestrian park. I back out and go home.

      False Awakening: I wake up and don’t know if it was all a dream or not. I tell my mom, hesitantly, that my car may or may not be here, and I may or may not have driven it last night. She laughs and says it was just a dream. Okay good!


      Climbing The Tower

      There is a big tower. A bunch of kids are climbing it, it’s some game. It turns into a tunnel halfway up and then disappears, turning over and extending some other way. I try to climb it but, like a lot of the kids, I fall. It’s a difficult game-like structure. I see how some of the more “advanced” kids are climbing it and mimic them.

      I “get” how to climb it now, so I’m doing it all really easily. I pass most of the kids who I learned from. The newest part that I see is a green rope at the top of the tower that you hold on to as you fall off the side of it, into a swampy area. The tower was clearly just the beginning of a really cool journey.

      I don’t grab onto the rope, I just kind of let my fingers glide over it as I jump into the swamp. A lot of kids “die” (and re-enter at the entrance to the whole tower) here. I walk around the tower in the swamp and come to weird area with a bunch of circular steps with newspaper over them. I hop along them, passing this area, and find myself in another swamp land.

      There’s another tower which a few kids are trying to climb. I use my climbing skills and pass them as well. The top of the tower is a cool club house! There’s a few other “winners” inside, and we talk about the tower and just hang out.

      Something happens, and the scene changes. I want to go to the club house again. I pass all the kids trying, and at the step area, I see why people have a lot of trouble here: the steps are made of pure ice. Because I hopped passed them, I didn’t come in contact with them enough to notice.

      In the club house, there’s only a girl inside. Where’d all the cool winners go? She wants me to help her lure a Dryad from the swamp. First she suggest I set my Dryad Bow (?) into the water, but I assume she’ll take it. Instead, she puts her shiny Chaos Gloves (from Guild Wars) into the water, but nothing comes. I feel bad.




      Fragment

      I’m at school in a classroom I’ve never seen. I sit out back with my friend Celina. I haven’t been to class in awhile I assume, because everyone is working on some project and have pages of notes, and I have none. I don’t really care.

      Chase calls me over from the other side of the room. He explains what we’re doing: making our own cereal boxes. I’m excited. It incorporates English somehow by having us add propaganda to the box. The project seems really fun. I want to make my box funny, so on the bottom I put the Surgeon General’s Warning.
    3. Prophecy, Flameless Smoke

      by , 03-03-2011 at 04:05 PM
      I hadn't had an interesting dream in a while now, and had poor dream recall, which is unlike me. This, however, i felt was interesting enough to at least remember. It was my last dream i had last night.

      I was on/in a wall in a labyrinth. A woman entered the labyrinth and was aimlessly wandering around. She was near middle age and was plump. She was wearing a fancy pant-suite and had excessive jewelry on. Her hair was cut just above the shoulders and was dyed blonde. She is the kind of woman i often see.
      I was smokey and dark. My form cold be solid or smoke, depending on what i wished. My eyes were wide and i watched her wander. I slipped down off of the wall and followed her. I believe she was another dreamer.
      I had something to tell her, something she'd like to know. She turned around and looked at me. I was half-solid. I looked at her with my wide eyes.
      "You will be destroyed unless you transform yourself into something better."
      "what do you mean?" she asked but she knew exactly what i meant.
      "Sell everything you have. Leave your life. Be rid of your riches, or they will poison you like an adder. Go into the wilderness, you are already dead, but there you may come back to life." I did not care about her fate, but i was compelled to tell her. I had an idea that i was an oracle, but i'm not sure. She seemed to take me fairly seriously, but i sensed in her that she was contorting my words to fit her comfort. When she wakes up she might think of what i had told her, halfway serious at first, and then dismiss it as only a dream.
      I followed her back to the entrance of the labyrinth and let her leave.
      i woke up.
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    4. Concert on Teraluna

      by
      Hyu
      , 03-03-2011 at 04:00 PM (Hyu's Adventures)
      non dream - lucid - non lucid

      I haven't had any 'memorable' dreams for some time.
      I strongly believe that this is caused by a lot of stress in waking life.
      So when I finished a project yesterday, I was quite relieved and decided to take the rest of the day off.
      I still have quite a few things to do, but I figured I could afford to relax for one day and sleep properly for once.
      I chatted with some friends on teamspeak and played some sc2.
      When I went to bed I wondered if I'd be able to recall an awesome dream this night.
      I started thinking about what has happened thus far, and tried to go to the whole 'teraluna' plot again, from the very beginning.
      At some point I fell asleep.

      This is the second dream of the night.

      I'm at some kind of open theater:


      It's not as big as in the picture, but the stone seat arrangement is quite similar.
      Some sort of concert is about to start.
      There's a girl with a violin, one with a cello, one with an e-guitar, a guy with a bass and another on drums.
      Quite an interesting arrangement, I like violins and cellos.

      I know I'm on Teraluna, but I don't think about it very much, I'm just happy to be here and wonder where Yuya is.
      Then I remember that she went to get drinks. I look around.
      I'm sitting in the second row, there's not really that many other people here, maybe around 50?
      It's nice because we're all spread out, so everyone has a lot of space.
      I admire the sky for a bit. Since Teraluna has no artificial lights you can see the stars and nebula in the sky very clearly.
      I suddenly remember that I should probably stabilize the dream, I feel like I'm out of practice.

      I rub my hands, but then I remember that I have a more effective way of doing this.
      I gently activate my dragonic aura, which causes a warm and fuzzy feeling all over my body.
      I wish all dreams would start on Teraluna, it is such an obvious dream sign, I never missed it so far.
      Yuya joins me and hands me a rather strange but interesting drink.
      There's a blue and a green liquid inside, but they don't mix, so it looks all swirly.

      Yuya sits down the exact moment I'm stretching my arms, and she sits very close so I automatically put my arm around her.
      I'm not entirely sure how that happened. Smooth Hyu... very smooth...
      I'm happy to see her again, it feels as ecstatic as it always does.

      "You're awake!"
      "Yes! Can you always tell?"
      "Mostly, yes."

      The band is starting to play so we stop talking.
      I take a sip of my drink. I'm quite surprised by the taste.
      I thought it would taste like lemonade, but it actually tastes like champagne.

      The beginning of the first song reminds me very strongly of the Morrowind Theme:


      After some time it's very different though.
      It's very special, I can't classify it into a genre of music, but I absolutely love it.
      I notice the guitar part isn't very hard, I think "I can do that".
      I concentrate on it and try to remember it, I want to play it in waking life... (Sadly, I can't remember it at all)

      ... We're sitting at the table in front of Yuya's place.
      For some reason the music is still playing.
      We're talking about waking life. I complain that I'm stressed lately and that I want to visit her more often...

      ... For some odd reason I think of 'dream fruits', there was something about them, but what was it?
      Yuya takes one of those blue lemons from a basket on the table and hands it to me.
      Then I remember, it was the advanced task of the month on DV! (It's the basic one actually, I confused it)
      I can't believe I remembered it, I only read about it once.
      I take a big bite out of excitement. It's very sour, I regret taking such a big bite.
      Yuya laughs.
      We talk some more before the dream ends.
      (I can't remember what we were talking about though)
    5. 3d dbz

      by , 03-03-2011 at 03:00 PM (Rawracookie's DJ)
      There is Bulma, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Skinny Majin Buu, and maybe the Grand Elder Namekian. All in 3D training against some unknown guy. There is some infighting over training tactics. Some seem cruel in their training. At some point, Vegeta crossbows somebody for being a dick in their training. At some point Gohan with Bulma on his back goas to fight whoever. He transforms into a tall guy with a black cape. So tall his head is "off screen." Bulma has disappeared. It is almost a videogame perspective, but it doesn't seem to me to be me playing. He then destroys the enemy. It shows the 3D model of Bulma spinning a couple of times, and then the background fades away to show her on Gohan's back again. They then go off flying back to base.
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      non-lucid
    6. 2011-03-02.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-03-2011 at 02:42 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in my dorm and I have laundry to do. I get ready to go down to the laundry room and find myself
      in the laundry room of my house where there are two of my school's machines. I swipe my card to activate
      the machines and look at the number on the machine then enter it in to the console. The machine activates
      and I put my clothes in and press start. I look at some other clothes on the floor and remember seeing them
      there before and the person must have forgotten about them.
      I must have had the dream before and not
      remembered it.

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 09:03 PM by 41067

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Fragments.

      by , 03-03-2011 at 02:03 PM
      Im in this game-like environment and Im fighting this weird big snake which is grey and has no skin, only bones. Its also blasting fire out of its mouth. Its trying to eat me and Im trying to dodge it, sometimes it gets me in its mouth and I sort of respawn again. Then after it has eaten me, Im in this dungeon and theres a guy with a leather whip and hes trying to torture me. I escape from him and come to this weird tiny city build from legos and Im running away from his minions on the city walls. I escape him but end up with the grey snake again. Then Im again running away from the minions which are dressed in black and then I can escape them.
      I had pretty strong feelings in this dream.



      Im at the "citymarket" and theres A,V,P and Ja there. Ja needs a jacket and he just grabs a black jacket then Im trying some jackets on when my brother and his girlfriend come in. We are acting a bit childish and Im a bit embarrassed when my brother comes, so I try to act "cool". Then Im outside the place and its snowy and I have lost my jacket some where. Theres Ju and some other guy standing on the road about to cross the road. Im driving a bicycle there and then I flip over with the bicycle but dont get hurt. Ju and the other guy are laughing and then I start to laugh too. I then find my jacket at some houses frontyard. Then theres J and J and they are waiting for someone to give them cig's.


      Im wandering around this school and we are about to go on a ship to sweden...


      Im at my parents bedroom and theres my grandma, mom, dad, and brother. We are watching a parade going by the road. Theres some gypsy guy and some women walking pass our window, which is odd because the bedroom is about 6meters high from the ground, the guy tries to steal a napkin and he grabs it but the woman returns it to us.
      Then my grandma says that we should wait until we see the Pride-parade coming by but we cant see them coming. Then I see a giant walking on the road and I watch outside the window because its so big that I cant see it inside. My grandma asks "Whats that" and I reply "Donald Duck". Then we wait for the Pride to come, but it wont come.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. 2011-03-02 | nonlucid

      by , 03-03-2011 at 12:35 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am Picard again and my subconscious tells me he is dreaming, but I am not aware myself. I start
      out with more of a 3rd person view of him. His senior staff is around him, Jordi, Deanna, Warf, Riker,
      Data, the whole crew. It's almost like an inception thing, as if extractors are trying to get inside Picard's
      mind. He is dreaming but he is not aware of it, but I know he is dreaming. As for myself, I am not quite
      aware of it. There is a red alert and Picard is rushing through a hectic scene. I think about how its a
      dream and how he doesn't know. At this point I sort of merge into his perspective. I go into a room very
      similar to my high school's auditorium which is packed with people. I am Picard and I know Picard is
      dreaming so I know I am dreaming, but I am not aware. I get the feeling that the people in the auditorium
      are unfriendly in some way like Nazi's or something. A friend from college is playing the piano and I ask
      him to play something in C Minor. I've asked him to play certain keys before in waking life. He starts playing
      the right hand part for "To Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X. I listen for a little bit then decide I want to
      hear the arpeggios in the left hand. I sort of think about guiding his hand to the piano to play the part and
      his left hand starts playing runs. I listen for a bit more then the dream cuts to a band room. There are a
      bunch of band students and I am giving them a piece to play. I realize I don't have an instrument so I make
      a ring with my hand, move it down, and try to pull a soprano saxophone out of thin air. It doesn't work but
      for a while I try to pretend that it did thinking maybe that will work but it doesn't. I play an entire song on an
      imaginary saxophone, humming the part. I then try again. This time slowly. I hold my hand there and
      concentrate on the mouthpiece being behind my fingers. I slowly move my hand down until I see the tip of
      the mouthpiece. After that, it is easy. I slowly move my hand down to reveal a beautiful saxophone. I get
      to the bottom and flick my hand off then "paint in" the unfinished part of the bell. I take the saxophone that
      is now floating there. I go to play but it feels like there is no reed. I look at the mouthpiece and there is a
      reed so I need to solidify it. I put my finger on the reed but it goes through. I focus on the reed being hard
      and finally it becomes solid. I play the piece
      then the dream ends.

      My first lesson in dream control

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 09:02 PM by 41067

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      non-lucid
    9. Task of the Month Attempt

      by , 03-03-2011 at 12:22 PM
      Red = Lucid Blue = Dream Black = Information

      Here is my lucid from last night. It was a DILD and my first real attempt at a TotM, even if it was only the basic task.

      I can't remember exactly how this dream began but at one point I was involved in some sort of car race. I remember travelling around the track. I was in a car in the back of a semi-trailer that was reversing at speed around the race track. When we came to the straight I knew I had to drive the car out of the track and jump it through some hoops. This all seemed to make perfect sense at the time.

      As I jumped through the first hoop I dived out of the car and slam-dunked a basketball through the hoop. This may have continued for the next few jumps, but I can't remember.

      Eventually I remember holding onto a big blue rock climbing wall. Basketballs were hanging off hooks in a line directly above each other all the way up the wall. I was about 7m up the wall. It was around this time that I randomly became lucid! I grabbed a basketball and looked up the wall at a hole I had to dunk it into. I realised it would be hard to jump, so instead I should just fly. I flew up and dunked the ball, but it didn't really fit down the hole. I was impressed that I could fly so I flew off the wall and around the area I was in for a little bit.

      About this time I remembered the task of the month.
      I didn't expect I would be able to make it to the moon to easily as I have had trouble making portals recently, so I decided to attempt only the basic task.

      Eating a piece of fruit sounded easy enough, so I decided to look in the fridge. I flew down from where I was hovering and into a door which was conveniently located next to the rock climbing wall. Inside the door was a place that looked a lot like my kitchen. I went over to the fridge and opened the draw that I keep the fruit in. Inside it was a lot of fruit. Strawberries, watermelon, rockmelon, lemons, and pears. All except the strawberries were chopped up into smaller pieces. I grabbed some watermelon and ate it and then ate some strawberries. Neither tasted as sweet as they do in real life. The rockmelon also tasted dull, and I was able to take a huge bite out of the lemon without it tasting sour.

      Not long after this I woke up into another dream, briefly went lucid and then woke up in real life.
      Categories
      lucid , task of the month
    10. Crystal Mining at dads pond

      by , 03-03-2011 at 11:30 AM
      7am-9:30am
      Scene is fathers farm pond. My mother and another woman aunt Joan or Beverly Morningstar (childhood neighbor) are standing on the road near the overflow. I notice a fishing pole with a bobber in the water. When I point it out the bobber starts moving. I dash to get it but the fish is large enough to pull the whole rig into the water! I see the fish and it looks like a green koi. I run onto the dam and out on a dock (dock doesn't exist) following the bobber, then I jump into the water to retrieve tho pole and get this fish but it gets away and disappears into the deep water. So I swim to the far side of the dam and get out. Then I see an older couple sitting in lawn chairs. We make small talk and I notice som rocks at my feet I pick a few up and they are beautiful kayanite pieces. Then I see a freshly eroded gully at my feet, I get into it and see a huge quartz crystal sticking out of the mud, so I pluck it out then I see another one I also pull pull this on out. Another crystal appears in the mud this one is quartz shape but green. Suddenly i see these strange tabby crystals also with green color, tourmaline like. I then get out of the gully to show the couple I saw earlier. They are still there but only one crystal was in the bucket I had. The man is now fishing, his pole
      Looks like a shovel handle with a heavy rope on it. I ask him what he is fishing for and he says halibut then I look left and we are gazing at the ocean. Things get fuzzy then I wake up. I was not lucid but the details of this dream were awesome. Crystal mining, fathers property, and oceans are all reaccuring themes.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    11. March 3, 2011- My Grandma

      by , 03-03-2011 at 11:21 AM
      I dreamt that I was in a bookstore. First I saw Cathy Cassidy, a lady I used to go to church with, and she gave me a hug and said she missed me. Then I saw my grandma. (She died in December; before that, she had severe Alzheimer's for years) She hugged me, too, and we talked for a while, and she wanted to get some movies and watch them together, and I woke up because I really, really miss her.
      Tags: grandma
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    12. chagign food at the 'mickey mouse' market

      by , 03-03-2011 at 10:44 AM
      2/03/2011
      I awoke at about 5:45 after a good 7 hours sleep. I started lightly sleeping/dreaming. I managed to chain about 5 or 6 dreams together. After about 4 or so I was thinking I should wake and write them down, but of course I didn't... why is sleep so entising !?! I was trying to remember them all, running them through my mind when t my alarm whent off and now I only remember a few fragments.

      Fragment 1 I wasn't lucid nor had any idea it was a dream, I was in the hallway of a house and apparently mum had moved the washing machine from there in to a room next door I asked her why she moved it and she ran off in a huff. I could overhear a conversatin she was having with my dad saying I am allways comlaining about things, I was thinking to my self I wasn't complaining I just wanted to know why she moved it.

      Fragment 2: I was in a different house, mum had just backed some biscuits I decided to transform them into something else I used my hand to change them, my hand got a heavy feeling as it does when I do this and then I felt the flow as they changed into balls of something I picked it up and took a bite, OMG it tasted so unbelivably good, I headed out side some kind of market//festival was happening in the distance I took another bit and looked at the thing I was eating it had chocolate chips and raisins on the out side and looked like a rolled up musile bar. I woke up.

      Fragmet 3: I was at the market/festival it looked like a market you would find in a developing county, dirt floor rows of tables with all sorts of food piled on them. As I entered all these girls with yellow shirts and a picture of 'Mickey' mouse on them, they were like promo girls or something of the like. They said something like “Welcome to mickey world”. I just walked past them and looked at one of the stores, they were selling bread. I decided to try and transform the bread into something else. I put my hand out and started to try and chaange it. My hand felt pressure in it like it was blocked so I stopped and tried again I was trying to get the right feeling, the intention to change it. Then I felt the flow again as they changed into, I can't remember what they are called they are like pretzels but made out of bread, deep fried, like a doughnut. I keep walking to other stores and doing the same thing I can't really remember what happened, some how I made my way to a stage they were doing some kind of exercise, I think sort of like 'pump'. I picked up some ridiculously heavy weights and started doing the class.

      I know I had another chain after this and was thinking it was a pretty awesome dream.. damn allarm clock I hate you!.

      I really need to stop chaining after a couple and write them down this has happened a few time now. But it is soo hard to wake, especially when yoou know you will probally have more concious dreams, at the risk of forgetting every thing.
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    13. My Induction into the Religion of the Prophet

      by , 03-03-2011 at 10:39 AM (Brainy Vapours)
      I am in some sort of camp cabin type house, on some endowment kind of lands. I get the feeling it’s a college or university, and it’s definitely in Canada. There are a lot of trees. It’s night time, and with me are a gathering of about 4 other people. We’re discussing religion, a certain type of Wicca/Pagan belief that involves a deity that appears masked and shrouded in many layers of draped cloth. She is said to come to certain devotees late in the night. After discussing this for a little while, we move on to talking about prophets. As the others are talking about some random prophet, “THE Prophet” comes to me. The others don’t seem to notice, they kind of fade into the scene, still there, but not as noticeable. The Prophet is a man, dressed in draped cloth, smiling down at me in an absolutely radiant way. The feeling that he exudes is pure love and joy. He reaches out and takes my hands, holds them gently, Even though there is a sense that he has no hands. He tells me how happy he is to have me join them. This moment seems to stretch out for a time, then it fades and the scene with the others comes back into focus. I tell them about my experience and they are all in awe. The meeting ends and we all leave. I hope that someone will walk home with me, as it’s dark and I don’t feel safe, but they all scatter in different directions before I can ask anyone.

      Flash forward a bit into the future to a completely different climate, one that is warm and somewhat tropical in feeling. There are huts scattered around the landscape. They look like a futuristic version of a teepee. Someone has left the daily food ration outside the hut in a special hammock kind of thing. I go to collect it. They are gourds, and I am familiar enough with them to know that they are spiced and very tasty. I notice a woman slips by the hammock and steals some of the gourds, then hurries away. This upsets me, but I know there is nothing I can do about it, so I take the rest into the hut.

      There are seating places on the floor of the hut where the residents can sit around in a circle facing each other. In my place there is a gift box, very organic looking. I pick it up and unwrap it very carefully, taking my time and enjoying the process. I can’t remember all of the items that were in there, but there was a roll of cloth with detailed instructions on how and why to wear it. It said something like “Drape this cloth over your body to cover as much flesh as you can, as your body is precious, and should be protected”. There were also a few ornate ear rings and some semi precious stones.

      We’re eating the spiced gourds now, and suddenly we’re interrupted by a visit from the prophet and his “Speaker”. The Speaker is draped in so many layers (including all around the face) that it’s very difficult to tell if it’s a male or a female. S/he begins to speak and I look at her/him as s/he does. I am scolded and told to look either at the Prophet, or at the ground. We are instructed in quite a few things which I don’t remember, but I do remember something to the effect of being told we should not eat meat for some critical reason. We are allowed to eat grains (such as rice) and vegetables like the gourds we are eating now.
      I realize that all the others in the hut with me are also new to this way of life, and the dream ends.
    14. weekend re-cap 2/3/2011

      by , 03-03-2011 at 08:44 AM
      NON-DREAM DREAM
      We walk towards the door, which appears level with the path I slow down mid-sentence when I notice that the front door is ajar. A sense of dread. (perhaps linked to the story I was telling Frida last Saturday morning 26/2 about experiences of my childhood house being robbed consecutively and how I used to have recurring dreams about coming home to an empty house)


      Perhaps we approach the door quietly, listening if anyone is still inside, and we hear men’s voices speaking in Russian deep inside, because I panic and run as fast as I can, to the other side of the street, before we are noticed and devoured by danger. I run straight to the Coates’ house, knocking on the clear glass door, the mother approaches with a drink in her hand, smirking with her mouth full as if she’s having a party in the next room and they’re telling dark jokes. She answers the door mischievously at arm’s length. I smile and ask her if I can use her phone quickly. I call the real estate agent, and anxiety builds, anticipating (like when I called Stuart on Saturday night with only 88cents of credit) the credit running out, listening to repetitive automated messages, before finally I get an answer.


      I report to him urgently that someone has broken into our house and that they are violent (dangerous) and need to be removed. The man on the other end says that they will be prepared to proceed with the matter once I supply them with the arrest report and that he can’t do anything now, that I should’ve called the police first, and as I realise the mistake I’ve made, the stress returns, he questions why I was never taught that I had to do that.


      There are few scenes of us standing across the road from the house, indecisive on the Ash’s council strip watching for any movement.


      While I sit outside the Coates’ house, I see Mum come home, pulling up in the station wagon. She gets out, with Margaret, walking towards the house. I call out to her but she doesn’t hear me. I shout out in a hushed tone, so not to raise the alarm of the men inside, but she’s getting closer to the house still. In desperation I begin shouting for her to get away from the house, but only Margaret hears me, stopping on the lawn, shocked by the intensity of my voice, but my Mum has already entered the house stupidly, and I have to grab her by the arm and march her out, insulting her for not hearing my warning and ignorantly putting herself in extreme danger, and she apologises a little embarrassedly, thanking me cheerfully, still not realising the seriousness of the situation.


      There is another memory of sitting on the grass in the backyard of the Coates’ house, where I find 3 identical kitten, white with dark spots, and my friend tells me that they are dangerous. I ignore him, talking to them, so as not to frighten them, staring at me and shifting their formation slowly. I pick one up and it starts thrashing about, clawing at my wrist, trying to get free and lunge at my head, as I lean back and to the side defensively, as the others gang up on me at the same time.


      At one stage, sitting on the concrete, like a loading bay combined with an outdoor cafe seating area, next to the convenience store, there are two young men standing above us, arms crossed and necks crooked towards each other, talking in German, and I point over to my Mum, who is mid-sentence with Margaret, pursing my eyebrows to indicate the two men, and without further explanation she quietly translates their conversation in real-time, which is about us, judging us contemptuously.


      Sitting out the front of the Coates’ house, night-time, which is now a brightly-lit convenience store, and I go inside, filled with young people dressed up like a Friday night on King Street, perhaps because I spot Laura
      (who I saw at the Friki Tiki on Saturday night before the film screening) because I approach her specifically so I can borrow her phone to call the police. She doesn’t want to lend it to me, and not because she is broke, making up an excuse, awkwardly, saying thanks instead of sorry.


      I then ask Cordy in the other aisle to use his phone quickly, which he hands me without hesitation, but I realise that the criminals have sabotaged the emergency line, a strange mix of different voices digitally contorted, which I interpret as muffled laughter.


      I thank him and tell him that it was no use because “they’ve fucked with the [police] line”, at which point he suggests casually that I go up to the police station. I say it’s a good idea but I don’t know where the nearest one is, and he says that it’s just up the street.


      Enthusiastically with pace, I walk up Peacock Parade which is a dark, semi-industrial area, with lots of old brick warehouse fronts, and junk out the front on the sidewalk, broken wooden crates piled up against a telegraph pole, obscuring my field of vision, an illuminated sign on the other side, but standing discarded against the wall, when I hear one of the criminals screaming indignantly, running at full speed from the house, passed the bend in the road where I started at the convenience store, and I start running as fast as I can.


      The short guy catches up to me, around my age, and he runs straight to the bottle shop, open like a fruit market, and picks up a bottle of red wine from the rack, and threatens me, saying that he’ll bend my arm back the wrong way with the bottle against a chopping board, or something, a hard surface but unfixed.


      The police station is right next door and I suddenly make a bolt for the open doorway before he has a chance to block me off, and beat him to it, feeling invincible by passing the threshold, slowing down like a sprinter, down a narrow hall towards the shoulder-high wooden bench with a large authoritarian insignia printed on the front of it, even though there is no one manning it at that moment.
    15. no recall

      by , 03-03-2011 at 08:34 AM (The Nomad Chronicles)
      NO FUCKING RECALL DUE TO BEING INCREDIBLY BUSY.

      my life is dream
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