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16.11.2013 2/4

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em Nárnia junto com Aslam e haviam uns caras maus. Um deles parecia com o Quilge Opie do Bleach e parecia ser o líder. Ela fazia um corte profundo na garganta do Aslam e ele sangrava muito.

16.11.2013 1/4

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A Juliana estava tirando uma unha encravada do meu dedão do pé esquerdo com uma pinça pontuda. Eu lembro que havia uma "buraco" perfeitamente quadrado no meu dedo onde era possível olhar alguns pedaços de unha lá dentro. Eu sentia muito medo dela me espetar com a pinça.

I'm walking down a street with my mom and there is a big river or a lake to the right of us, and there's a guard rail on the right of the path as if the path were for cars instead of people. There's a building on the lake/river that is on stilts so that it is half on and half off of the water (no doubt caused by seeing the Dock too much in Age of Mythology). There are some people jumping into the lake/river and swimming around. Then, I see a orange mermaid with a long tail and a white head with no face or hair swimming slowly along. It stands out so much from the water that it looks more like it's in front of the water than in it. I point it out to my mom and she says something like, "oh my gosh! It's a beautiful bronze mermaid!" And I say something like," well, It's probably just a projection. See? Now there's a dolphin." And indeed, now the mermaid has disappeared and in her place is a dolphin that is doing loopty-loops and stuff, and it also looks like it's in front of the water rather than in it. My mom and I continue along to this museum thing, ,where outside of it there is a shallow but large pool of water in glass walls. I point and say, "look! more projections!" because there is a dolphin and an orca that is only a little bigger than the dolphin, and they are really in the water and they are at the bottom of the pool right up against a corner of the glass close to us. Mom points out that these aren't projections this time, but prosthetics. I have to agree with her. (They looked kind of creepy, by the way, kind of tattered, and they didn't move, just kind of drifted with the water a bit)

We enter the museum thing and I don't remember much, except that it had a large replica of a sunken (or sinking, but very battered) ship, with a painting of how it must have been in real life behind it (sunken ships are one of my biggest fears). There were some equally creepy stuff, and I hold on to my mom and request her to take me out, which she begins doing, but then I wake up.

In another dream, I'm playing Age of Mythology. The map is this one big island, with a bunch of small islands dotted all around the ocean. I have a player on the big island, but the enemy has a type of mythical creature that headbutts a character and sends the character flying a long distance, so my character fell into the water. This happened a second time, but instead of falling into the water, he fell right onto a boat that was square-shaped and like a floating building, which took the character to one of the small floating islands which was apparently on my side, although I had no knowledge of it until then (actually, then was when I found out about all the floating islands). However, a little later, the enemy swarms all of my bases with too many enemies for me, and I don't have very many resources yet, so I'm losing badly.

15.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava sentado, tirando pacotes de arroz, açúcar, feijão, etc. de uma caixa. A Juliana dizia que precisávamos ir no mercado e eu ficava bravo dizendo que já temos tudo ali e não precisamos ir.

I dreamed that I had all kinds of mental issues, but I was not really disturbed by that in the dream. The worst was my habit to squirrel things away into my various hiding places: dens in the wall, hidden compartments in furniture. My parents (who in this dream were still together) got me to a therapist, and I admitted to the therapist and my parents where my largest hiding place was with the most stuff, but I admitted that of course it was not the only one: there were others hidden away throughout the house with more stuff. I seemed almost proud of that. In this dream I don't know what age I was, but I think I was a teenager, or at least my maturity level was not that of a grown up - and frankly not even of a teen, but I had mental issues. The house we lived in was not like any house I have lived in in waking life.

Original journal entry dated July 11, 2002:

I had a dream last night about My Little Ponies and stuff. There was this alternate dimension you could go to by climbing this one cliff, but only if you climbed it along the correct path, and there was an evil wizard queen who was keeping all of them in cages, and I had to crawl through a sewer. And it was all animated.

Then I had another dream, and in it I was with a group of people, and we were all spellcasters or something, and I was a hobbit, and I was with a bunch of other hobbits in an army and we had to drive a big Evil out of our land. Only it killed my best friend. . But somehow, before I was going to die, I got teleported somewhere safe, so I only wound up in a coma, and another hobbit who had been in the battle and survived it befriended me. So we decided that we had to seize the fortress of the big bad guy, and it was set up a lot like a dungeon in a way. Lots of stone and metal grates. But still technological. And it was actually a space ship. So we fought our way through it, only the entire time we were moving forward the badguys were closing in behind us, until we had gotten in too deeply to turn back, and a REALLY BIG evil dude who was like a vampiric slug thing attacked me and started gnawing on my guts, but my party members killed it. We kept going, except we could hear a really big SOMETHING behind us and quickly getting closer. I shut it off from the room with a heavy grate, and we somehow managed to get to the docking bay and blast off in a smaller ship right as it busted through the door. It was like Jabba the Hutt with octopus tentacle things, and it had a whole horde of smaller badguys with it. Then the ship we were in accelerated and we left them behind. And then there were more My Little Ponies, for some reason. The end.

I was inside a classroom listening to my lecturer go on about projectors. After a while, there was a thump on the door, possibly caused by someone placing something on the door which irritated my lecturer a bit causing her to go out there and yell at them. She came back to lecturering in which I then went outside to check out the scene. It was a school of mind from my childhood, you could see some people running up and down the area but after a while, my lecturer came out after me and we had a conversation about shoes near the door.

I am walking in a forest among white bark trees in the autumn. Some leaves are turning yellow. Everything looks so familiar. I look down at my hands. They seem normal, but my RC tattoo on the back of my right hand is missing. Then, it suddenly appears glowing yellow, and winks at me with a silly face. I pinch my nose. I can breathe. I am dreaming. Right! This is... Denn... I am playing Psyblade? I am in my own game? I fall on the ground laughing, and some squirrels scamper around me out of curiosity.
Suddenly, orcs appear, attracted by the sounds, aiming arrows at me. I throw ten knives and kill 8 out of the ten orcs surrounding me. Two more knives kills the two I missed.
I stand up and dust my hands off, then form a mirror in the forest.
I am about my exact size in the physical world, average height, lean, hazel eyes, wearing some simple dark brown almost black clothing. Pants, tunic, cloth boots, cape, cowl, and a cloth over my mouth, so my face is almost completely hidden. [I]
My sisters and brothers in the Guild call me The Mad Devil. I call myself Dethgawn. I began studying the dark arts as a child, sneaking into the basement at night, poring over ancient scrolls.[/I]
I return my knives to me telekinetically, like a magnet pulling iron shavings to itself. I replace them, then say to the mirror, "to Cardia." A quaint European town appears with a large clock tower near the center of town. Thatched roofs top the small houses and shops along the cobblestone streets. I walk through the mirror, and it feels like walking through a bubble pane.
Suddenly, I am falling through the sky. I scream in excitement and terror. Am I going to die? I hit the ground. Ow. I stand up. Ok, I'm not dead. Right. This is a dream. But, I can't fly? Oh, I put these limitations on myself. Right, playing that game of Windhovers'.... can't remember the name. That doesn't matter.
Then I hear a familiar voice in my head: [I]Nomad, you are not dreaming, you are incarnating physically in another dimension.[/I]
"Right. Ok. That makes it feel more real, but I know it's not true. But, thanks," I reply to the disembodied voice. I look down at my hands. I have a piece of cloth wrapped around the inside of my palms. I wonder why?[I] Oh, right, I have weapons in there: small blades, lockpick, climbing spikes, and brass knuckles. [/I]I feel my belt, and my clothes, remembering all the hidden pockets and compartments in my gear. My hands look real. Weird. I pinch my nose. I can't breathe. Ok, so, I'm not dreaming.[I] Ok. Wait, then why I am I some crazed ninja thief in a magical land? I probably just have a cold in Wakeworld, or maybe my physical body is plugging its nose or something.[/I] I try to fly. [I]Can't. Well, that's not a very good RC anyway. Man, am I thirsty![/I]

I sit down on the fountain in the center of town. Windhover appears, floating on a hoverboard. There is a dust devil swirling around her. "This is not a dream, Nomad," she says. I feel confused. She laughs, and disappears. I scoop some water out of the fountain with my hand and drink. I feel much better now. I turn to a tavern with large wooden sign above it: Bub's Pub'N'Grub. I walk in through double doors, and sit down at the bar. It looks like and Old Western bar for some reason. I turn to the patrons, and see knights and cowboys mingling with robots and superheroes. Hmm. Interesting.
I order a vegan Shepherd's Pie, and a tall dark beer from a big burly bartender with a barbell mustache. "Are you Bub?" I ask.
"Sure am."
"Lovely pie, lovely beer. Tell me something, Bub, you ever heard of the Seven Keys of Cardia?"
"I probably don't, but I could be inclined to speak with a small bribe, being the unscrupulous man that I am."
I slide over a copper coin.
"Word has it that the Key of the Desert hidden deep within a dead city, a Necropolis beneath the shifting sands."
"Where is this city? When does it appear?"
He coughs loudly, then I slide him over two silver coins.
"The Necropolis is in the dead center of the Desert T'zanha, and after a great winter windstorm, the city will seemingly rise from the depths."
"Aye. One last question, Bub, have you heard where this key is?"
The skeleton of the king of the old city still sits upon his throne. The key should be around his neck, Nomad."
"How did you know my name?"
"Just slide over a gold piece, my lad."
I do, then quickly finish my meal. I order a coffee for the road, and he puts it in a bamboo-like bottle. I step outside into the bright sunlight, and wake up.

I had this dream when I was about 2 or 3.

I was walking down a pier which had an old wooden building next to it, to my left there were skeletons being hung from a chain connected to a log and a wooden wall to my right. As I rounded the corner there were a pack of dead people who were standing there mumbling looking down at the ground, I thought that they were normal people, I took a step towards them and the wood creaked loudly, they all instantly looked up and screeched and growled, they ran towards me screaming words but I couldn't register what they were saying. After they were about three or four metres away from me the skeletons came to life and jumped down next to me holding swords and killing the undead, one of the skeletons picked me up, I screamed at the top of my lungs saying "let me go!" The skeleton covered my mouth and jumped onto a row boat and paddled away from the peir. The undead screamed and yelled then jumped in the water after killing the skeletons. The skeleton that was in the boat pulled out a really old pistol (like the ones they use in pirates of the carrabean) and shot them all. Then we reached a tiny sand island with a palm tree and then I woke up from the dream.

My mum has only recently said that this dream was my nightmare every night for about 2 years or something, she had to keep getting up at 3am every morning so I wouldn't wake up crying and screaming, but then I kept on having the nightmare earlier around midnight. My poor mum haha.

Hi, i'm ellie and am 17. (don't know if that could have any relevance) basically just before i woke up, I had this really odd nightmare type thing. I literally can't remember the last time I had anything close so that is probably why it has freaked me out so much. It was super intense with the majority of the dream engulfing me in an anxious, desperate kind of mood. I can remember the dream being really really vivid, but cannot remember much of the first part (up until I am in my house), and i know there were bits before that I cant remember at all, but i still know happened. This is all I can remember...

I was in a supermarket with my mum who worked there (she doesn't in reality) and we were just generally chatting. We then caught the train home, but instead of the train stopping, we had to jump out, and this seemed completely normal and fine. I was reassuring her that it was okay, and that I did it all the time so she jumped out first and landed standing up and unharmed, but i hesitated feeling more anxious as i watched her get further away, and tried to run down the open sided train to stay close. when I did jump, there was a train coming in the opposite direction. as i jumped, I was moving very quickly and rolled along the tracks as the other train passed over me. I then got up and walked up the sloped platform to meet my mum. The setting was close to that of where I grew up; on the edge of a marsh with a tiny train station at the end of the short gravely, muddy road. I cant remember how I got to my house (the house where i now live with my parents), but I know that my mum had to go out again to go shopping. I was in my conservatory but i also somehow knew it was an attic at the same time, although not looking like one or being in the roof, and there was a chinese woman and her 10ish year old son watching tv in there. On the tv there was a program about something to do with a family in debt, or owing someone something, and it graphically showed a man being beheaded with a chainsaw closeup as payment while his mother was weeping behind him, and at that point it was not like i was in the room, but watching this first hand. I don't know where this could have come from because i don't watch any kind of horror or gore films because they make me feel physically sick, so don't know where my mind could have got enough detail to create this. I was aware of being in the room again. I felt very distressed by this in the dream and was asking why they would watch it, and they just started laughing at it. I then turned my attention to my one year old niece who was playing with some red and blue wooden blocks in front of a closed glass double doorway (which doesn't exist at my house) and she was facing away from me. All the glass in the conservatory was cracked, but remained in the frame, and this also seemed almost fine, and just gave the feeling similar to that it was just a lightbulb that needed replacing and was in no way dangerous. She then reached out and touched the glass, turning around and grinning as chunks started to fall out, making me panic so i ran to grab her and move her away. I then realized I had stood in the glass and there was massive chunks sticking out of my feet, and then i started to freak out because no one was home apart from the Chinese woman and her son and they were both laughing at me. I had to crawl through my house with shards in my feet to try and find my phone to call my mum. i remember feeling extremely distressed and desperate to the point where i was crying not from pain because it barely felt like a scratch, but from how helpless, distressed and desperate i felt. The sensation of the glass in my feet was really odd, it was sort of like the feeling when someone describes an injury on a certain part of the body and you get an almost, and this sounds really weird, sick feeling in the area of the described injury. I found my phone, and for some reason climbed onto a sofa laying on my front with my feet slightly raised. I started to call my mum and then I woke up, but in the exact same position as in my dream; laying on my front with my feet raised a couple of inches from my bed. for about a minuiteish after i could still feel a ghost like sensation of the glass in my feet with no pain, and felt physically sick in reaction to the guy being beheaded, panicked and like i was going to start crying for about 5 mins until my regular alarm went off.

The whole thing really freaked me out, and its the night after and i can still vividly picture all that I have described. I also now don't want to go to sleep despite having college tomorrow because of the emotional reach this dream had, and how disturbing it was.

This dream I had was a few months ago and I still remember it clear as a bell.

I was walking into this abandoned house with my mum and aunty, we apparently bought the house and this was where we were going to live from now on.
Somehow my aunty teleported somewhere via her flip cellphone and my mum went out to go shopping. I remember thinking 'this isn't right, it a dream isn't it?' And instantly forgot the thought
So I went to explore the old house and found a spare room I walked into the old room, there was an old be in the middle with large boxes leaning against the back wall (which was to my left) and standing o the others side of the bed was a bald man, I took a step back thinking this man isn't good, he looked at me and smile with razor sharp teeth and white eyes which rolled into black. He then launched himself over the bed, dug his nails into my neck and snapped it effortlessly.

I had this dream for a few night and it kept on repeating though the night, I wasn't able to dream about anything, it was always that dream...

I was walking with A and S just outside my own house. It was twilight, the sky a dark grey-blue and the houses and trees from my neighborhood were just black silhouettes against the sky.
I didn't even notice that I was walking along barefoot until I jammed my big toe on a raised section of the sidewalk.
"Oh, F**K!" I cursed to myself.
My friends stopped walking as though I had done something heinously wrong. I just remembered that there was a new law in place and people weren't allowed to use cuss words. (Well I didn't just remember the law, It came into the dream that was searching for an actual plot.)
A and S were talking. A wanted to turn me in for my crime while S wanted to protect me for slipping up, since I had hurt myself. I didn't know what was going to happen, so I decided to fake passing out and think of a better plan while people tried to revive me.
We walked along for another moment or two until I pretended to stagger and fall over. I made sure my head hit the sidewalk pretty hard, hard enough that it hurt a little, but not nearly hard enough to knock myself out or anything.
I was taken into third person, or "observer mode" in my dream, as I watched my friends carry me back to the house.