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#1) A friends cuddly toy dragon came to life and flew about in my room. Which was greeted by us as him having finally recovered from being packed and squished in a removals box.
He really was squished and came out looking unhappy irl - don't know, how they do that sometimes - he looks almost completely happy again now - after sitting on my husband's cuddly moose's head for some days.
A red one - my mate is from Wales.
That was nice - probably why it survived my horrendous recall.

#2) Repairing the base under a rain-drainage pipe of the old house (gaaah) with my grandma - it was just a circle of stones irl, but in the dream it was the camouflaged entrance to a cave, where she had some strange laboratory - and the stones had been falling through to her secret facility.

Such a shame - these are rather interesting fragments - I wish I had the whole dreams - instead of remembering the frustrating ones, with school, uni and searching/packing things..

3/17/14

9:44 am non-lucid

Dreamed about a cat again. A little gray tabby kitten and two other little creatures. Was in my old room at my mom's.

Faint feeling of buying manga at a local Japanese market.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm on a roof and I see a guy standing outside a warehouse, hes in a cage made of barbed wire, I pull out my sniper rifle aim and 1 shot him, he falls to the ground dead, he then re-spawns on my roof, and this confuses me so I just let him go. I then say in chat "Guys, I'm confused, how does this game work?" no one answers so I just carry on with the game.

I decide to infiltrate their base, there's a white building with a window, The guy I shot is there doing something so I hide with my back against the wall next to the window, he finishes and walks across the yard, I go around the corner into the yard but he sees me and draws his knife so I back away, we both keep sight of each other as we back away until he goes through a gate I cant see him...then non other than The Governor from The Walking Dead walks in...I scramble and fall to the floor as hes coming towards me luckily I have time to get up and run as hes shooting at me.

As I'm running towards the car repair garage I look to my left and there's a line of people with guns all aiming at us getting ready to fire, a guy joins me as I enter the garage and we stand back to back, The Governor is outside, this garage has multiple shutters that aren't fully closed and covered in holes, We can see his feet and he shoots through the holes at us, we keep moving so we won't get hit, I then notice in front of me there's a big wooden white door and he was probably going to open it and we would have nowhere to run.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in my old school getting ready to leave class and I hear the teacher complaining about this kids music being too load, I walk up to him and its so load that you can clearly hear it through his headphones.

Its home time so I exit the building to get on my minibus but it turns out the minibus there isn't mine.

My bus arrives and I don't recognize the people on board including the drivers.

I am now really late for getting home and I'm really pissed off, randomly an argument starts between the driver and someone else, I then say "PLEASE JUST GET ME ON THE FUCKIN BUSS FFS".

I'm now in the buss laying down for some reason.

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Fragments:
1. In a pink tent thing.
2. Found an armory with awesome guns, I pick up this silver gun with flames engraved on the sides, also has a strange reload mechanism.
3. Something in Minecraft.

Possible dream signs:
Governor, Minecraft

Had an episode of nightmare SP while on my side/stomach, which seems kind of unusual. Also first time I've had SP. Bleuch.

Dream 1 - Dream SP?
Started out with me dreaming I was in a grocery store with Andrew at like, 6 am, so maybe it counted as a false awakening? The grocery store was mostly deserted. Then I was trying to walk normally but I kept sort of falling into a crouch or to one knee. I couldn't seem to stand up, not for longer than a few seconds. I had the impression it was because of the shoulder-strap bag I was carrying, maybe it was way, way too heavy.

Anyway before all that happened it was just a nice 6 AM grocery store visit. I also got the impression that nearby was an older couple who visited the grocery store at 6 AM as a nice little custom of theirs, before other people were around. And also I was trying to find a nice jug of apple cider, but I kept running into the storebrand stuff, which was kinda watery looking and bleh.

Then I started having trouble staying up, like I was just too tired, and the bag was too heavy. I made continuous and valiant efforts to rise, but even when I could stand up, staying standing was impossible to maintain. I think it kept getting worse, but before it hit that point I ran into some older dude who chatted me up and then invited me to his and his wife's divorce ceremony; she showed up around when he was saying that and I noticed two rather recent-looking scars on the back of her right wrist. It sort of looked like a failed suicide attempt. I determined that the older dude was Pretty Terrible.

At some point the mp3 player in my bag started going off. I don't know what song it was playing. I started digging through my bag looking for it, but even this was difficult; I was not only weak, but uncoordinated. Also, around this point Andrew had been replaced by Ben, who I spotted wandering away from me, and following him was impossible. I think I called after him. Probably some sort of striking metaphor for coolkids goin' to college. And the random peeps around me didn't seem to notice that I was in need of assistance. It was all pretty weird.

Uhhh I think I woke up briefly and then slipped into a nightmare.

Dream 2 - Nightmare
Bleuuuhhh I don't remember much of this, except the traumatizing part. It was basically like watching a movie. Trigger warning: rape, etc.

*siiigghhh* okay all I remember is that the movie was cutting back and forth between two different groups, one of which was two businessmen, and the other one being, idk, a woman and her friends ?? so I really only remember a couple cuts before it got dark. It cut from the female group to the two guys in an elevator, one being some guy who'd been around in the company longer but maybe wasn't much older than the other guy and was probably a psychopath and wore glasses, and the other being some dude who was pretty similar but did not wear glasses and I'm not sure how to describe their characteristics. Then a cut to the woman and her friends goin' out in the dark to party or coming back from a party, idk. And then just this fricking cut to the glasses psychopath raping the other guy, who was pinned down, gagged, and making pitiful noises that have thankfully slipped my memory, while the glasses psychopath was talking like this was perfectly normal or doing some sort of villain monologue. My brain flipped the frick out like "what he must've chloroformed the guy oh no him being alone in the elevator with him was such a mistake I want to wake up now", and then I think I was awake.

dat SP tho
So I was awake (though still mentally only half-awake) and still traumatized and wanted to just kinda get up, but I couldn't move. It didn't really occur to me that this was a huge issue. I think I was just waiting for my body to move. I was on my stomach with my head turned to the right looking at my desk, and the edge of the bed was right next to me. So, when it became clear that my body was not going to move, I decided that I was just going to roll off the edge of my bed and wake myself up. These calculations were all done while I was still half-awake, and some part of my mind was processing the whole not-moving thing in a fairly analytical way that (for the moment) staved off panic. (Also, realistically, there wasn't really room for me to roll off the bed, and I would've probably hit the desk and ended up awkwardly wedged between it and the bed frame to some degree, but at the time that seemed a reasonable risk and/or I felt invincible, like I was still dreaming, and/or my view of the floor was a bit skewed so it seemed like I should've been able to land without injury. Presumably the same part of my brain that jumps out dream windows was managing things.)

My plan to roll off the bed failed as I continued to not be able to move. It didn't feel like being pinned down. It sort of felt like being too ill or tired to move, which for some reason felt familiar, though no real reason for that comes to mind. I still wasn't panicking, just sort of continuously sending signals to my body that it should roll off the bed.

Then, all at once, fear rolled over me and I started hyperventilating through my nose. I got the impression that if I looked over my shoulder, I'd see a demon on my back. I looked back (I could only move my eyes) and seemed to glimpse darkness; not the absence of light but something that entirely defies light. At the same time, there was a building roar in my right ear, and something like a demon voice laughing or making some kinda weird noise, not actually speaking, and maybe some third louder noise, and then it all just snapped off like a light switch.

I can't clearly remember the line between being paralyzed and suddenly not being paralyzed. Looking back it seemed like I started getting up the second I was able to, though not in a panicking way (wasn't hyperventilating anymore either). The fear had been temporary and sort of artificial, as if it was just sort of The Thing To Do in that instance, which is reminiscent of other nightmares. I suppose the reason for that is that realistically, there isn't much for me to be afraid of. If I'm afraid of something in a dream, it's because I'm supposed to be, but I don't really have a death phobia in dreams so that lends a sort of invincibility. Bahhhh I can't explain it. I'll try again later.

I took some Melatonin plus Magnesium, B-5, & Chorine last night and it knocked me out. I barely remember the first dream and my alarm killed any dream recall I had on the second dream. Mondays are always difficult for me. I generally don’t sleep well.

Dream 1 (Fragment): I remember being asked to teach a class on cunnilingus, but everyone kept pronouncing it with a strong southern accent “Colonel Angus”, just like a on a Saturday Night Live skit from 2003.

Dream 2 (Fragment): I remember speaking to my Aunt Jane about my father.

Huh. I don't recall a dang thing. Maybe there's a fragment about Ben and some kinda boss dude but it's almost more of an impression than anything ...
Might start going for 5 hours instead of 6. Time to WILD. *yawwwnnn*

Morning of March 17, 2014. Monday.



I am riding in an unfamiliar nice car with a few other people. They remain unknown until the last scene. I am in the back seat. As we are going along through a mostly rural area during late afternoon, I get the vague idea to journey into “my” Enchanted Forest setting (even though I am not lucid at any point in my dream). I almost always enter it at about a twenty-two degree angle from the northern treeline while going east (depending on the overall directional orientation, which is sometimes ambiguous) but in this case, we seem to be traveling on the south edge of the area. I have gone in from other directions in dreams of years ago, but the fictional area “looks different” in that it is less Florida-like than usual.

I give instructions on where to turn and the car goes in (to my right) at about a thirty degree angle and I notice another car parked along the road as we go down the road through the dense forest. As we go along, four more cars are parked on the left side of the road in fairly close proximity, and there are also several buildings (left side only other than the small restaurant near where the road merges with the highway - which is to the right), mostly rural residential and not uniform as would be the case in an urban setting. It seems quite annoying and “wrong” that there are other people here - especially human-built structures. Not only that, we quickly come to the other side that opens out onto a highway of the same basic appearance as the one we had been on just before turning. My Enchanted Forest and secret “place of power” thus only seems about two city blocks wide, if that. I state my annoyance but not that aggressively. I am disappointed (but there is no embarrassment as would be the case in a more vivid dream when an “audience” is present as here).

We get out and look around. There are no other people around as if the area had been temporarily abandoned. I do not think there are health concerns (as perhaps a result of a chemical spill or whatever) - it just seems that the people left inexplicably, leaving their cars along the road as well. This may not be my Enchanted Forest. The inactive and seemingly abandoned outdoor restaurant has unlocked accessible shelves, where I grab a box of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes cereal and a carton of milk, as I am feeling hungry. “Doc” from “Gunsmoke” (Milburn Stone) does the same thing and is soon seated near me (to my right) at an outdoor counter, which is higher up than a picnic table, although I believe he took a box of Post’s Sugar Krinkles.

Soon, James Arness (probably the car’s driver - I had not been paying much attention), as his Matt Dillon character, starts complaining about how we all stole the cereal. (The other cast members are also apparently hungry, including Amanda Blake and Ken Curtis.) He says something in a somewhat dramatic and patronizing manner - along the lines of “it was honest men that made this country what it is and built it up to the great country it is today” (referring more to the 1870s America, I think).

I turn around and boldly, without hesitation, look at him face to face, “…and men need food and nourishment to live or there would be no men in the first place to make this country,” I reply sarcastically. I then start to loudly call him a number of rude slang names in a few different languages, including curse words and obnoxious phrases. I and the others continue to eat our cereal with no additional drama or conflict.

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The personified preconscious in this case is James Arness as Matt Dillon. His accusations of me (and “Gunsmoke” cast members other than him) stealing the cereal are of course ridiculous. One cannot steal anything in their own dream. This is perhaps because I am not yet awake and eating a real breakfast, so I am possibly wasting time by “stealing” the idea of eating it (without getting real nutrition). (The preconscious as this character is perhaps exaggerating how big and strong I can be by waking up and eating a real breakfast.)

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I saw a red kitten on the chair. I thought that i had no kittens. Made RC. I was in some house. I went out through the wall. There were high mountains around me . House I left was small and there was real mountain lake near. I thought that i never allowed myself swimming in mountain lakes and swam. It was nice and I loved it and even didn’t want to go out, but remembered about points and so on and went out. I went to the steep and saw a big industrial city on the feet of the mountain. I flew there. I saw a boy also flying but he stoped and turned around, so I just outrun him. I land under the bridge and made a portal, but didn’t thought about destination. The teleports was like in the movie but I didn’t go there – I was thinking about destination – remembered about “Frozen”, made another portal, but awoke

23:42 bedtime. Not bad, still earlier would be better, but before midnight at least.

00:00 Monday 2014-03-17 Competition #17 night #10, LD #26, KILD, kissing the realtor, TOTM

No memories from earlier wakings.

06:29

1) Playing with a little doggy. Cute, this is some woman's dog from next door that has wandered in my front door. I think he's trained so I want to see him to tricks. I'm lying on the floor close to him. I say "lay down" and gesture 'down' with my hand, he lays down. I say "up" and gesture up but he doesn't get up. I say "lie over" and he rolls to his side. The owner comes up and says you need to use a treat to get them to stand up, and I (or her) gets him to stand up leading his muzzle with a treat, I remember that yes treats help in training.

2) Med school.
Not total memory, but they're all from the same dream I'm sure, so I'm counting them as one dream instead of individual fragments.

Meet a group of old friends (in parent's living room?). I see CB and his older brother AB (they don't look right). Another friend to the left is saying that he is going to Med school but is not looking forwards to it.

I'm going to med school but I'm not looking forward to it. I know it will be a lot of work, and despite working really really hard I may not succeed.

I'm talking to some (woman?) who is going to the med school, she (?) is some sort of gender changer? I think she/it may be AM, a friend on my kids.

A group of students are at a table debating the merits of various 3d graphics packages.

After that the students and I climb up a large grand white wide staircase, and stand there.

Our group is standing at the "board of pathetic-ness" and trying to choose an activity. The absolutely most pathetic thing to do is to stand on the street, spread a few streets apart, waiting for more cool people to come by and hope they think you are good enough to come with them even though they know you're pathetic, but they see potential in you.

Our group is skiing down (to town?) I'm DO flying overhead. I see the people skiing and the paths their skis make in the snow, it's dark twilight outside in trees. We're going downhill and that's hard enough work, how will we get back up again?

3) I'm in a group we're trying to find our way through gardens. I see a strange walrus/dog/worm thing in one garden we go through, I think it's a "heffalump." We reach a stone wall leading up to a neighboring garden, and I see there a young and an adult "heffalump," they have huge blue watery "seal-like" sad eyes ("awwww"). The adult has a deep voice and I think we should avoid it. We turn to another tall (red?) rough rock fence nearby and start climbing it, the stones are very irregular and not totally secure, I climb to the top.

4) Singing Sweeney Todd in the pub. In a pub/bar location, lots of people in booths, a big bearded young man approaches the stage. But to sing here you have to lift and hold up one side of a huge heavy container. I see him lift it, should I help? It's really big and heavy, but he holds it up, and starts singing the main theme of Sweeney Todd. I join in, and start singing upper harmony (how wild that is in a dream...). I don't hear/recall all the words. We come over to booths full of young people who are also all singing along, it's a roaring good time.

There's more but it slipped away...

Up, bathroom, sit for a bit, still have one more sleep cycle to go. Mantra.
BTB
Lying in bed a while, not really insomnia, drifting, can't get totally comfortable, lots of dream scene images appear then dance away. Outside noise starting, I get up and close the window. I *know* that if I sleep, I *will* lucid dream. An hour? 45 minutes, not sure... Left hip is sore, right hip is sore, both shoulders a bit sore, can't sleep on back, so pull out the nukes: sleep on stomach. I eventually just let go and relax, relax...and sleep...

08:30

5) KILD, LD #26, Kissing the realtor.

I'm standing somewhere going somewhere I need to be, outdoors, at a traffic light, waiting for it to turn green. A late 20's early 30's woman pleasant looking but not really a beauty is standing nearby. I think she wants to talk to me to get a signature on a petition, it turns out that I am a resident of this place so I could sign I suppose, but I want to avoid the conversation. She starts talking to me and says that she just visited the woman in that house over there (I know she's talking about my mother and my childhood home, but I don't reveal this to her), and she says it's good thing she did because they were going to sell soon (I "know" this is true) and the told them about the benefits of selling vs. renting. The light turns green, I gesture towards the light to indicate we should start walking, and we do. We head down a stairway into an indoor office. The real estate agent (for I realize that's what she is) is talking about all her clients, "I have 130,000 problems I need to solve," she says. I think I just want to get away from her and on to my destination. She then says, with genuine feeling, "I love you." What? I feel very awkward, and say "well....uh....that's nice...." Then something clicks. Ah ha. I swoop in for a kiss, and on the way in I get fully lucid. Have a quick but not too fast kiss, it's *nice*. I pull back, we're standing against a bulletin board with random papers posted. We look deeply into each other's eyes, my face is just a few inches away from hers. She has beautiful deep brown eyes I realize! She is looking adoringly deeply into my eyes. Things seem stable but I raise my hands into my vision on either side of her shoulders and rub my thumbs against my fingers to stabilise. I feel like I should turn away but I can't! I ask her, "What's your middle name?" [TOTM basic (i)]. She just keeps on with the adoring looks deep into my eyes, not even confused, just doesn't answer. Ok, next: clothing color, I look down, and CRAP she's wearing green! Bright green[*] epaulet things (shaped, they're part of the material, not placed on top) on her trapezoids left and right over a white top. I look back up into her eyes and I fade to awake.

About 30 seconds - 1 minute lucid.
[*] TOTM basic (ii) was "pinch a DC not wearing green, describe the reaction."

I actually had this dream last week, so it's a fairly recent one. My nightmares have been less and less as the years have gone by but this one is a bit morbid so yeah...you're forewarned.

I was with my immediate family vacationing. Somehow my stepdad and sister had gotten injured. I didn't know how, all I knew was that we were in a doctor's office trying to get them patched up. My stepdad had a toe amputated and my sister had a gash on her side that was bleeding heavily. The dream started out with this and actually didn't focus much on this part.

They got their wounds treated and we left, driving along the freeway to our next destination. There were many cars around us and the environment was city-like, slowly turning into a suburban area. The landscape was fairly flat so we could see the sky pretty clearly. It started off as a normal blue sky with a few dusting of clouds and then all of a sudden it changed. If you've ever seen the picture someone photoshopped of what it would look like if Earth had rings like Saturn, this was it. Large rings appeared over the sky and stretched over the horizon. At first they reflected beautiful sunset colors, oranges, reds, pinks, and yellows (Red and yellow appear in my dreams a lot). It was quite magnificent to see and a little overwhelming. It steadily became brighter and then the lights went out of the rings and the sky began to darken. That was when large ships flew overhead and people started to panic.

For a bit it was like watching a series of trailer clips. It was just me and my mom now in the car stuck on the freeway of cars. At first we were driving, then we were stopped with the rest of traffic while tall square-like cyborgs walked around the cars, leaning to peer in at the terrified people within. I didn't get a really good look at them so I couldn't give you a detailed description of what the aliens looked like. They were tall though. I remember that.

The scene changed again and my mom and I were driving on a highway, nearing a more rural area of forests and mountains. I personally didn't think she was driving fast enough and was about to tell her to let me drive. A bunch of motel like cabins came into view and halted my actions. We stopped by the road and a group of people were at the entrance. A woman told us that the direction we were headed in had been taken over by the aliens. We were trapped. She told us we could bunk in her cabin and we agreed.

The cabins were a mix of different people, but most were kind enough and doing their best to help the other survivors. However, a couple of them looked like escaped convicts. One of them was a large burly man with long dark unkempt hair and a beard. He had taken to attacking some of the younger women in residence. I don't know if he did it discreetly or if people were too afraid of him to do anything about it. Unfortunately, my subconscious decided I needed to be a fly on the wall for one of his attacks. Obviously, I was disgusted and pissed because I couldn't do anything to help her.

When he tried to attack me one of my favorite video game characters (Fenris from Dragon Age 2) appeared and scared him off. Fenris was worried for my safety and wanted to stay with me to protect me. I thanked him for his help but told him I'd be okay on my own. He told me to at least carry a knife with me wherever I went. I agreed and strapped a Bowie to my thigh. Right after that the man came for me again, but this time I was completely alone. Enraged I pulled out my knife, only to have it turn into a saw-like machete that was as limp as a whip. As frustrated as I was that didn't stop me from beating the ever lovin' shit out of him. Finally he lay bloody and broken in a heap at my feet. He looked properly ashamed and guilty of his actions. He did ask me if the terror from the alien invasion could have caused his mind to break and make him attack those women. Icily, I told him that the invasion probably released what was already there to begin with (If he hadn't been in jail for that reason in the first place.) However, his words did make me stop and think, and I lowered my hand.

Even as he lay there baring his neck to me, accepting his death, I couldn't kill him. 1) Because my machete was limp, and 2) Because he was a broken and beaten man. Mainly he lived because my weapon wouldn't cooperate.

The scene changed to me standing in the double doorway of my cabin, looking out into the darkness towards the other cabins that were lit from within. We were on the second floor. My mom and the woman we were staying with, were in the living room behind me. Then out of the darkness a large shape came lumbering up to me. When the light hit it I saw a large wolf/hyena hybrid creature. He was big, his head almost level with mine. I panicked and tried slamming the wooden doors. He shoved against them and it was a battle of me trying to keep him out. At one point I actually grabbed him by the scruff and threw him back a ways. But he was persistent. Eventually I realized he wasn't trying to hurt me, just get inside. The doors nearly came off their hinges so I gave up and let him in. He sat and gazed at me while I ran my hands through his soft fur. At least I got a furry companion out of it, and a large one at that.

The End.