Recent DJ Posts

There's this guy at my school called Sheldon. I dislike him.
In this dream he was angry at someone for being an immigrant or something, even he comes from another country himself. He then said "res ipsa loquiter" because he heard his mother say it because apparently she's a "lawyer". He got the definition wrong though, and being the clever ex law student I am, I corrected him and made him even more angry.
Dream over.

Date: Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Since I have been out and about today I opened my wallet in a store and when I saw my license I instantly remembered another small dream from last night.

I don't remember the environment of the dream. Me and several people were examining our drivers licenses and laughing at the serious photos of each other. A friend of mine asked to see mine so I handed him both my old learners permit (G1 which looks exactly like my full licence but has one tiny difference) and my actual license which both have the same photo. He took the card and was looking at the photos. He turned around to show someone else. when he handed it back my current, full license was all sliced up and destroyed. I was out raged but nobody else seemed to think it was a big deal including him.

Nice lie in this morning, so dream recall was pretty good.
---
31/1/12
I'm in a pub with my flat for one of my flatmate's birthday, drinking. For some reason the pub suddenly gets locked down - no one can enter or leave - and Diana Skouris from The 4400 [a Heroes-esque TV show I've been watching recently]leads the investigation. In the commotion I realise I need the toilet, and proceed downstairs with an unidentified mate on my shoulders [though I have no idea who, or more importantly, why].

While queuing, two arrogant girls cut in, to which all the guys around me react with a flash mob, me included. I'm quickly exiled from the toilets (which doubles as some sort of clothes shop) as I still have someone sitting on my shoulders. In reply, I turn around and fart in the bouncer's general direction. Quick to anger, he immediately grabs me and abrasively escorts me to the security office.

As I wait in the office, I manage to hire two DCs to have a food fight, and another to watch [for my amusement?] and eventually I join in. I am later released back into the pub to join my flatmates once more. However, we have to wait to be picked up by the birthday girl's parents and taken home.

At home [my house, rather than my uni flat] the parents ignore my apologies and leave. I tell my flatmates about my night in the security office, and about the food fight. I am then transported back to that scene [as if telling a very vivid story] but with different characters (this time people I know). This time, the food fight ends in making a Christmas tree out of the food, in a similar fashion to Epic Meal Time. It looked incredible.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a lucid last night and a very long intricate dream. I could only recall the lucid though and it was very weird.

22.00: Sleep

05.30: Cheese! MILD
I'm outside in the sun. Someone lets go of two vampire/zombie creatures and they circle around me. "I'm dreaming!" I say out loud and hold out my hands toward them, trying to bring forth fire. I only manage to create some kind of bright light but that's enough to keep them at bay. Suddenly they don't want to eat me anymore, but we're going to play some kind of game. "Try to choke me if you can!" one of them says to me. I grab his collar and hold him down against a table. I hold my other hand behind my back, trying to summon a big chunk of cheddar. "Come on! What are you doing?" he asks me. "Relax, it's not that easy" I say and visualize the cheese in my hand. I start pretending it's there and all of a sudden I'm holding it in my hand. I shove it into his mouth and he starts to choke.



I lose lucidity but keep on shoving cheese in. The guy is choking but appears to be able to breathe anyways. "I can do this for an entire hour" he mumbles. I pinch his nose and it suddenly becomes more difficult for him, but it won't kill him.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

#1

Driving around with Ryan and Travis. We're parked then and there are annoying kids outside of the car and for some reason I take the wheel driving haphazardly around trying to break shit. At first Ryan and Travis are there then I'm driving alone. I make my way into a house I know they'll be at (Or I'm just sort of there). Jeremy is there. For some reason Ryan and Travis felt the need to make hot sauce concoctions and are then going to eat them plain. I begin making Jeremy and me some sort of french bread with cookie dough (spelled xooxie doug) spread and nutella spread. I remember tasting all the flavors and actually liking it. Then I wake up or lose the dream.

Was with Pat getting ready for something and trying to cut my own hair. I messed up terribly and had to shave my whole head. I can still picture me with a shaved head and I've wondered what I would look like with one before not that it was. I remember I wasn't too bummed about it but Pat had some sort of miracle grow thing that made it grow back but it was too long. I cut it again but this time got it right.


Skating in front of a building (in colorado) with a steep hill and a few spots around it. For some reason can't get comfortable on the board. Girl see's a condom and gets grossed out, I make the remark, "Oh a condom, never seen one of those before." Girl asks where I live. I say Omaha. "Thats why," She says. We begin a conversation about which place has worse places (Like ghetto's I think). We begin to skate again and I feel the need to go in somebodies yard. Suddenly I have my backpack. I find my laptop in this persons yard and begin to leave when I find four purple nintendo ds things in the front yard (one is on the front porch). I begin collecting them, but a small mexican girl comes up to a screen door, sees me, and shouts "Mama, the boy is opening the door (swinging door into the porch)" Large mexican man comes outs and speaks in a language I've never heard. I try to explain I was just retreiving my laptop as I walk away from the house (only exposing my right as the nintendo's and my backpack are in the left because I didn't have time to get the nintendo's stuffed in). At first the man says a few things and then starts repeating one thing. I get frustrated and yell, "What does that mean?". He gives me an odd look and says, "Shut the door, man." I wake up.

It was night-time and I was running away from something, no one in particular, just life in general maybe. I felt like I could go on running forever, even when I began to pick up speed. It felt amazing. I was only a few blocks from my house by the new fancy houses when I heard a really loud noise coming from a tv in one of those fancy houses. I looked through the window of the house on the right corner by the four way stop, where the street goes to more fancy houses and a dead end. From a distance I could see the flashes of the tv through the window. I wanted to get a closer look, so I peered in the windows from not too far away. I saw the biggest tv I've ever seen, it was from floor to ceiling, and the ceiling was super high up, cathedral style. In this room were many different expensive things, like work out machines, arcade games, etc. Then somehow I found myself inside the house, staring at this boy around my age. He saw me and started freaking out. I didn't know what to do but then I realized I was invisable so that only he could see me. As he ran to get his sister I checked the place out a little and trie to run on the treadmill because I still wanted to keep running. His sister came in and said she didn't see anything, so it was just me and him. I decided that I was going to follow him from now on throughout his life, watch his every move, and help him if necessary. I didn't get to do much before I woke up though. I remember his parents came home and his dad was lecturing him about something while I was puting on some of his clothes.

I think I dreamt this because of a good book(Certain Slant of Light) I read about a ghost following a person around until they died. It was a very interesting book, and it made for a very interesting dream

In another dream, I was by the beach with a friend and we were looking for an area with high waves so we could body surf, or body board.. or something. I didn't feel like walking to the other side of the beach where the huge waves usually are so I decided to test out the water right next to us. I took a step in and watched the waves come in, observing them. But they were bigger than I thought and they took over me and dragged me out and under the water. I flailed my arms and screamed for help as I swallowed the salty sea water and tried to stay above the water.

Then, a lucid from a few nights ago that I don't remember much from because I didn't take the time to record it till now.
I was jumping up and down, trying to stay up in the air and get higher and higher. Then I noticed this guy my age following me. He had black or brown hair and he was really tall, skinny, and cute. I kept trying to jump higher than him, flapping my arms up and down faster and faster and trying to propell myself up. I sort of knew I was asleep from the start, so I casually mentioned to him "We are in a dream." and he agreed. "What should we do now?" I asked. We couldn't come up with anything cool to do so we just kept walking/flying around. I don't know if I was 100% sure I knew I was dreaming because I thought he was really there with me dreaming. Later in the dream we spend more time together and we climbed a tree and he kissed me. Then I woke up :/

1. I was watching/participating in a really weird part-Broadway-part-Bollywood crossover film between Harry Potter and Repo! The Genetic Opera that, for some reason, took place on a soccer field. Also something about cake.


2. I was reading a massive comic book that had a bunch of unrelated stories, though the only one I remember was about Batman preventing the Riddler from committing suicide.


(Incidentally, don't you hate when you think a book or film you saw in a dream is real because you looked it up, but then it turns out you had only Googled it in your dream?)


3. Making ramen in a bathtub.

4. Telling someone that I refuse to read DC's New 52 because it's "like what would happen if you took Homestuck, cut it in half, removed a bunch of characters, and gave Rose and Jade huge breasts."

So I'm out with a bunch of super hero's, and we're fighting a shit load of Dr. WIley's robots. Land, sea, air, you name it. I'm not sure exactly who I'm with, but there was this one girl who reminded me of catwoman. She was wearing a skin-tight suit, and she had a black mask. When we were almost finished with everything (huge freaking war going on....only think there were a few scattered skirmishes going on) she went into this hut.

I followed her, and she got out these medallions with symbols on them. I couldn't read them, but they reminded me of kanji. I don't know the exact number of them, but when she bought them out they started glowing green, and floating evenly out in the room. For some reason I knew what she was going to do, and said "you're going to summon Mephistopheles aren't you"!? She said she needed to change the past, and I told her that things may even be worst off. I asked her if she gained any new powers since the war, and before she could answer me, he entered through a white portal. He was short, almost reptilian looking. She told him what she wanted, and he granted the wish before I could intervene.

Now I'm back in the water, and there are natural animals there thriving. No psychopathic robots there to kill me....no more heroes either. Then I heard in sort of a voice over that the Krogan race had been spared.

I am at some type of outdoor night party... someones giving a speech

people are mourning... it's like Pentecostal church...

a man runs forward and lays prostrate face down.

i fall down and let myself mourn for my dead cousn, bobby, and my friend kia who died recently... because it's just a dream

the pain is worse than waking life

i feel like my chest and soul is being crushed the pain is instantly unbearable

i wake up.. for a second, i think i am dead

Just a few fragments- there was a dream that had something to do with a laptop I had left at my house (don't live there anymore) that looked like a giant n3DS (cyan-colored), and felt really light (practically weightless, like it was hollow inside). I had left it at the house, hidden and constantly turned on so I could sync. my current laptop to it to monitor the house (it had a camera and microphone). I was also using it for extra storage or something for my laptop. Other than that, I can't remember anything.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Second dream with something Nintendo DS related... possible Dream Sign? (lol... DS=Dream Sign)
Also, it had to do with my old home again too. So there's another.

Well, I didn't really get to remember too much last night, but I did have some interesting lead-up into it. After I kind of almost accidentally did a WILD, I went to bed and had a good amount of random hypnagogic imagery before I was actually able to fall asleep that was made a little more solid by my lingering dissociative feelings. What I remember of that was that I kept seeing my living room form around me, so at first I would think I was in my living room sitting on the couch where I normally sit when I'm on my laptop. I had American Dad! playing in the background so I know I was still awake at this point because I never stopped hearing it perfectly fine, I just wasn't really registering it. After a while it would become apparent to me that something wasn't right and I'd snap out of it, then it would start over again. At one point I definitely saw Ash and Pikachu running at me, pretty much exactly like this but with Pikachu on the other side.



And half way through the run they started doing some really weird and jittery dance, and the setting behind them which I hadn't focused much on crumbled and I snapped out of it again. XP I know there was more, but that's all I can really recall from before I actually fell asleep. So anyway....

#1 - Just Another Middle School Dream

All I really remember from this one is that I was at my middle school with my cousin who's six years younger than me for some reason, though at some point I start thinking that she's actually Mew (the Pokémon), and whereas I had originally left her in the front office, at that point I was thinking I had left her in the Box 2 storage on my game file. One of my old friends was there and acting really depressed, and after class got out he started smoking one cigarette after another (even though he doesn't actually smoke) and half way through each he would just give up trying and sit there as they burned away, and I had to make sure the ashes weren't getting all over the floor and making sure he didn't start a fire by just letting them drop out of his mouth.

#2 - Just Another High School Dream

This one I don't really remember too much of either, except that I was in a class that actually took place in a huge tent covering a king-sized bed and nothing else. The class was Treasure Hunting, and involved me looking around the class (like just sitting in the corners of the room or digging under the bed sheets) for treasure. I found a good number of random things, but all I can really remember getting were Pokémon cards and two of the chaos emeralds from Sonic the Hedgehog. I was pretty sure I was going to get an A in that class, but next I had to go to History, and I was afraid I was going to get an F because I had no idea what we were supposed to be discussing and I forgot to do the homework. :T And that's it from that one.

So yeah, not the most amazing night. The first part was interesting, though lol. I wonder why my mind was so focused on Pokémon?

- I was trying to get a birthday present together for N. I had a huge cardboard box in my living room, and I put a couple things I had for him in it. L was there too and she was helping me. I left the room for a moment, and when I came back, she had packed the rest of the box full of random stuff I didn't want. There were 3 pillows from my couch, a few small bottles of rice, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, and a big pile of ugly handmade candles, among other things. I took it all out with difficulty, but the candles made me think that maybe I should include the same caramel-scented candle I have, because it smells really nice and I'd told him it was good when smoking, lol. It was only April or May in the dream, and I was a bit afraid something would happen before his birthday and I wouldn't get to send it.

- N (dude get out of my head haha) had uploaded his kandykast (subtle lol) and was in my room taking phone calls about it. It was dark, we were by the window and I think we only had a candle lit. He was selling it to people for some reason. One guy called him, said "arse" and hung up. I asked, "did you sell it to arse?" He replied "no," sounding disappointed. He had also made a website for it, but it was just a plain page with a few cheesy glitter banners people had sent him. One of them was mine, I think it was dark blue.

I was working with my colleagues, talking about an upcoming feature that was needed. For some reason, I knew I could fly - even in and out of material - though no one else could. When it was Friday night and I wanted to be done for the weekend, I flew through the building several levels below my coworkers to stay hidden so they couldn't assign me work.

(Note: wrote this up days after dream and forgot most)

The first thing I recall is dreaming that my teeth were falling out. They came out with little effort (i poked and pulled a tiny bit). It was as if they were suspended inside my mouth by nothing and I wondered how they hadn't fallen out sooner and I thought of an example of slamming on my brakes while driving and my teeth just flying out lol
In the dream, my p-doc was my Dentist and I worried how he would react.

I've not had such a dream in a VERY long time. I blame Erii's post about the Dentist

In another dream, I was at my Grams house and I kept missing phone calls because she had a telephone that flashed red instead of ringing for the hard of hearing. But then the dream gets all jumbled with another one.
What I recall of it is being at some bar/restaurant. The Land Cruiser was in the parking lot but it wouldn't move. I went out to put something away and berated myself because not only had I left the keys in the door, in another door hung the keys from my new car.
I was traveling somewhere and I worried about hubby finding the Land Cruiser.

Somehow all of that gets jumbled with yet another dream of me babysitting. One of the neighbors was a real ass and he came over to harass the little boy under my care about one thing or another. The boy was only about 6 or so. He just barged in and went to the boys room. I told him the boy was napping and that I wouldn't try waking him and that he needed to leave etc. He shook the boy awake and the boy promptly bloodied the mans nose
The man left, taking his little daughter with him (?) and the mom walked in and I started rambling off what happened. She was furious and went to the door to yell at him, but at that moment, his little girl fell and cracked her head on the sidewalk. Her dad was right there but we females still wanted to rush out and comfort the child, but we held back.

Which jumbles my memory further and I recall my parents at my Grams house. They were upset about something and had to travel a great distance to pick up my kids because my sisters car broke down (kids were with them). My dad raged on about how what goes around comes around and he might not give my sister and her hubby a ride home before bringing my crew back.

Which further jumbles with the dream from the bar/restaurant and someone asking who my hubby was and being shocked by the answer and more shocked by the age difference.

And then I recall having laid down on someone else's bed and I was certain I had been exposed to lice and I became highly annoyed.

I only slept for about 5 hours and it was definitely NOT good sleep.

Dreamt night of January 31, 2012. A few scattered dreams.

I have a new job at the school district. However, another coworker from my previous job also works here. There is a sneaking suspicion that someone is trying to harm the office. A young boy comes in for an innoculation and my previous coworker gives me the needle to do it. I am very concerned that I don't know how to give vaccines, but I do it anyways. As I am putting the needle into the sharps container, I overhear my new boss telling my coworker "Why did you have her do that? You know that's not her job". The coworker replied snidely, "I know. But I thought it would be funny."

--

I am at the house in Denair. M and I are living there. It is foggy out. Night time. We hear a car driving by, which is unusual as we are on a dead end road. I look out the window and see it is an ambulance. I wonder what is going on. The lights are on, not even the headlights. I tell M something is wrong and he looks out too. When he looks out, its no longer an ambulance but a yellow, older model van. Almost like a VW bus. It just keeps driving up and down the drive, zig-zagging. The driver appears to be intoxicated.

M decides he wants to go investigate. I plead for him to stay inside. We can call the police to handle this. He decides he will get in his truck. I follow along. However, somehow, the truck turns into another late model van- this one a dark orange color. Beat up. We sit in it and watch the other van continue to jerk around the road, stopping, going, turning.

M pulls our van forward and follows the other. I see there is an older man driving- he appears to be homeless or incredibly impoverished. He has long, silver hair and a beard and is wearing a too-big jacket. As we're following the other van down the road, back toward the through-way, the yellow van suddenly increases speed and crashes into the fenceline. The impact is so fierce that it causes the van to roll.

I know I need to call the police so I dial 9-1-1. I hear my grandfather answer on the other line, sleepy, asking what's going on. I look at my phone and see it dialed the wrong number. I tell him that I am trying to reach the police and keep shouting "I'll call you later, I have to go!" When I try to dial 9-1-1 again, it calls an old high school friend that I haven't talked to in ages. I hang up my phone, frustrated. I then begin to lock all of the doors on the van. The sliding door. The two back doors. They're hard to lock, you have to push down the metal tab.

We watch the homeless looking man crawl out of his van. He walks over to the dog fence. The dog comes walking up and he begins to kick the fence, yelling. M honks the horn on our van to get his attention. I tell him not to. The homeless man turns and looks at our van. He starts to walk over. I am in the back of our van, near the back doors, and watch in horror as the homeless man walks toward us.

"LOCK THE DOOR! LOCK THE DOOR!" I am screaming at M. "LOOK! LOOK! LOCK THE DOOR!" My voice is shrill, but M isn't looking. He is just sitting there, looking the opposite direction.

The homeless man opens the door to the van and points at M. I hear a loud crack. The man yells something, I don't remember what, then turns to me and I see a gun. He shoots, the bullet hits my neck, and I just drop in the back of the van.

I woke up. It was 4:00 am