I walk into a room where I have to complete some challenge, a kind of game. I have a vague sense of danger, it's not quite a nightmare but it feels similar, as if it has the potential to become one. I'm semi-lucid, in that stage where I'm aware that I'm dreaming and can easily control my surroundings, but still following the dream storyline. Small rings of light form around my wrists - at first I'm not sure what this is, then I think of it as both something that this room provides for the challenge, and something that I summoned myself. I decide that the user has to make the light take a solid form before it can serve its function. Focusing on it, the light condenses into a metal cuff around my right wrist; the left one fails, it remains light. Looking at the right cuff, I decide it represents a kind of shield, a personal force field. I focus on the left one again, without looking at it this time, trying to make it condense into the other cuff, and I decide that it's worked, though I don't want to risk looking down to check; I can now feel the shield working in the air just around me. I move further into the room and start the game, which involves running a course and using the shield to deflect small projectiles. A woman's voice keeps score. At the first curve in the course, everything goes black. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) Due to a conflict with someone else, an immortal has been forced to enter another immortal's territory. Although they appear to be different species - the one the territory belongs to is a sphinx, the other one looks like a human man - they're still similar enough to require separate territories, so this has led to a confrontation, although on the surface it looks like a casual conversation. It's night. The one that looks like a man is saying something about how anyway, this isn't the same city he agreed to stay away from - it's partially joking (the city's changed names in the years since that agreement), but it's also partially serious, grasping at straws, looking for an out. The sphinx has no particular ill will towards him, and understands his situation, but nonetheless can't permit him to stay here. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A vampire guy's in a subway car, picking out a meal. There's a small group of others with him, people he'd turned, but he's the only one doing the hunting. One of the others, recently turned, is impatient with him. Finally she says to him, come on, let's just take the whole car, let loose once in a while, please? The other vamps are a little annoyed with her - they're impatient too, but she's being childish - but he's considering it. I'm in first person now, though I'd started out in 3rd and I have no sense of when I switched; as one of the other vamps, I look around at the number of people in this car. There's a lot of them; the car's not full, but there's enough that they outnumber us. I'm thinking about crowd control. I notice a couple of them looking this way, starting to pay attention to the conversation between our leader and the new girl. Without saying anything, I get up and move to stand by the door to the next car, to block the exit. I look through the window into the next car, and consider the number of people in that car, too. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) There's a man I think of as a legendary king riding on the back of some enormous reptile through a completely black space. He's not human, at least not anymore, and this isn't a physical space; he's something that is sometimes summoned into the physical world. The creature he's riding is covered in trunks and carpets and cages piled so high that I think of it as a moving mountain; I can't tell how much is luggage and how much is the body of the creature itself, but the whole thing is maybe four times the height of the man riding it, who is sitting cross-legged just behind the creature's head, front and center. At the very back of the creature, the king's servant is opening the top of one of the cages. It contains a small and unhappy creature that they've just captured, something very rare; the top of it opens up like a flower and contains a kind of liquid, which contains some 'essence' that the king is after. There's three people riding a motorboat through a river in a jungle. They stop when they pass a man standing waist-deep in the river, working at something, and one of the guys in the boat talks with him about a foreign researcher who's made some big discovery that's driving up prices in the area. The guy standing in the river is saying that pretty soon they're all going to be out of a job. The guy in the motorboat says it wouldn't be the first time they've had to live out of tents; they'll survive.
Updated 03-19-2014 at 11:52 PM by 64691
Fragment: My sister and friend Jake were sleeping on my couch in living room then they both get up and walk into my TV room and sit down elbow to elbow with each other and i lay down across from them with my head hanging off the couch. I start to daze off and open my eyes and my friend is smiling like the dragon in How to Train a Dragon. Idfk man Dream: Me my friend Dylan and two attractive girls in my tech class named Grace and Nichole were fooling around. The setting was in a sort of AutoBody shop and to the right of where i was sitting there was a large garage door open and a breeze was coming through. A lot of sunshine was coming in and shining right on Grace. In the dream Grace had the most amazing smile i've ever seen. Her teeth were pearl white and her hair was up in a bun. She wore all black and looked absolutely stunning (don't get me wrong she looks amazing in waking life cough* cough* ass). We all sat at a wooden table that was identical to the ones in my classroom. Nicole stood up and came to my left pretty much hovering over me and she had a 4"x4" of wood and she took her pencil and started making a indentation in the wood. She aggressively did this and all the time all of us laughed. My friend Dylan sat to my right and he kept throwing chips of wood at me and it sort of turned into a battle so i took one and threw it up his nose lol. Thats it
In the beginning I knew that a girl was trapped in a house. When I went into the house I saw that there was a person standing behind me, but only when I looked through a mirror. He resembled Edgar Allan Poe. It was scary and I thought being aware of him would make him react, but he didn't. Later I was in a damp cellar like place. I heard someone yelling somewhere in the hallways of this basement. I stood at a fancy two-way staircase (like in mansions) and looked into the mirror there. On the right of my reflection (left from its perspective) was the white person from before. On the other side was a black guy, whom I believed must have owned the yelling voice from earlier. He maybe looked like Marcellus Wallace (sp). Looking at the ghosts in the mirror, I observed that one was wearing Confederate Army clothes and the other wearing Union Army clothes, so I concluded that they were ghosts from the civil war. I think that the house started to collapse after I pointed this out. The end.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening (...) With ZIlla, at some conference. There are stands from different countries. Don't know the topic of the event, but I see mainly Asians. There's some stir, when tibetans put their table really close to the chinese. A fight starts and some japanese dressed like samurais step in. Zilla gets caught in the middle of it. A medallion comes into my hand. My attention goes entirely to it. I focus on its surface, design, details, I get lucid. I am sucked into the medallion. I see and become its molecules. As I dive towards the quantic level, I exit on a clear blue sky where I float around in bliss. Slowly, I descend on the ground. As I walk through a cobbler stone street, everything around seems perfect: the sky is a pallete of beautiful colours, beautiful birds dance in the sky, showers of petals... I feel like a goddess. The overwhelming feeling is of love and romance. I look around and wonder what I should do about it. The silly idea that comes to my mind is to create a cliché romantic scenario that I'll never experience in life. I imagine a beautiful dress to wear and a white gown appears over my skin. I imagine a gorgeous palace I'm walking into, to meet my prince charming. So far, so good and the birds keep dancing around. But when I enter the palace, inside it looks oddly small, actually, it's nothing more than a trailer. And my prince? Well, he is handsome, but rude, drunk and is all bruised. He asks what the fuck I'm looking at. He says such-and-such kicked him. I feel he probably deserved. So disappointing. I end up meeting his bully and flirting with him. Silly fantasy gone bad.
I was at work and some big 6'2 300lb 4% fat black dude was giving me trouble. I got on the radio and said "10-60 in South Housing dorm 6" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In my other dream, I was in the backyard of what I knew was my house. It was a very small backyard that was longer than it was wide. I was taking a shower with my GF Desirae and we decided to have anal sex... outside... while we were taking a shower. She seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. While we were doing it, I noticed the fence to the backyard was open and there was a restaurant/grocery store across from us and people could see us through the windows. I didn't care at first but then decided to close it so Daisy and I went and closed it. After I closed it, we decided to have sex later that day so I went on doing something. Last thing I remember was going over a wall and a semi truck
My very first lucid was a while ago like a year or two when i in real life always push me hair to the side of my head, to like spike it up whenever a cute girl sees me and i did this in a dream once and it acted as a trigger to make me realize i was dreaming. I went up to the girl and made out with her haha cant blame me . But instead of doing That stuff.. I messed around a little and went up to a random person in my dream who happened to be my study hall teacher and asked her what her name was. She told me the wrong name and i told her she wasnt real and punched her in the face which made her go flying way off into the distance which made me laugh uncontrollably and made me wake up.
Spoiler for No dreams here ;U just thoughts: Man every time I make one of these entries I'm somehow surprised that another day has passed. Almost the 20th of March? That was ... fast. I had a couple dreams but for once I can't be bothered to remember 'em. Feels like they were just too boring/strange/pointless. Mostly pointless. I suppose I'll give myself free passes every so often 8) In other news I get the feeling being well-rested is a better motivator for recall/investment than just thinking about dreams during the day. And anyway, I don't want to spend every day thinking about dreams... at least not right now. Think I just need a small break ;3 .. and more sleep ... and to get all kinds of school down now that spring break is overrrrr~ heck I don't even wanna think about anything emotional or exciting. I literally just want to get my school done and then rest some more. Maybe that's why my dreams were boring? Maybe part of dreaming is anticipation of the next day? How would that work... Alternatively, maybe my waking mood colored my dreaming experience. I was relatively unconscious during those dreams so I suppose the only time I could properly react to them was after I was awake. And I mean "unconscious" as in, I couldn't properly react to things, and it felt like I was operating on some sort of auto-pilot. A pretty intelligent auto-pilot compared to some dreams, but auto-pilot all the same. Is that more a reflection of my dream mood or my current mood? Huh. Also if I retain this mood the whole day, that would be sort of unexpected. I'm usually fairly inconsistent mood-wise. We'll see. I just feel tired and kinda sick right now so I guess I can see that mood lasting the whole day.
Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:15 PM by 39676
3,19,2014 This dream is fragmented, but…I am sliding down a gigantic water slide and my goal is to reach the bottom. The slide is more like a mario kart race track with secret passages and obstacles. There are "boosts" around the slide which I try to ride over. Eventually I pick up my dog as a passenger. Now as I ride over the boosts I go no faster as the weight of myself and dog is too great. Soon I make it to the bottom. At the bottom JS is waiting. I cannot remember much more unfortunately. I am now with a friend JS (different JS than before) in an office of some sorts. The office looks very nice although it looks incomplete as it is either being torn down or set up. JS has a job here which surprises me because he is a music major and likes teaching. Anyway, we hang out (he doesn't do any work). Eventually, I am at a stadium of sorts with members of the marching band I was in in high school. I am helping them I think. MRB asks me to help the band tomorrow. I am reluctant, but I think I eventually say yes. The dream is fuzzy and there are some parts missing but that is the gist.
Pirate book I'm in the water near the shore of an island with a small group of people. The water is waist deep for a long way out. A much larger group of rough men approaches, though it actually turns out to be two groups. One is a fairly reasonable group of pirates, but the other is very dangerous. The dangerous ones don't speak English, but the leader of the less dangerous ones speaks both languages. He ends up interpreting between myself and the leader of the dangerous ones. Somehow I manage to impress the dangerous leader, and he gives out a roar of good-natured laughter. Off in the distance, I see a storm approaching. The water is getting churned up and starts to look muddy. Now I'm reading a book about pirates (i.e. the last scene in the dream). I'm about 2/3rds of the way through, having just started a new part. In the book, a bird makes a comment, something that sounds very off-handed, but it sounds familiar. I'm reading on my tablet now, so I search the book for the phrase and realize he's used that some phrase twice before, both before major events, and that he's much more than he seems. Somehow I had ended up back on the title page, and the search was also to help me find my place. In the scene, the bird and a couple of other guys are in the cabin of a ship. Now I'm at a restaurant just sitting down with Peter S. Four two-person tables (rectangles) are pushed together, and I get a seat on the corner with him on the other side of the table and one seat left. Other people we don't know are sitting nearby. Peter's stuff is on the seat next to me, on the seat to his left (directly across from he), and on the tables; I'm amazed at how spread out his stuff is. We talk about how this place used to be, with the menu making no sense. He gave the example that you couldn't order a lemonade unless you also ordered an iced tea, and I said that if that happened I'd just order the tea but tell them to give it to the next person in line. The manager comes by, greets Peter (it seems he's a regular here), and puts free drinks cups on the table. He's put down a couple of large styrofoam cups as well as a tall stack of communion cups. I get up to go get a drink and decide to get iced tea. It's unsweetened, so I look around for the sugar. As I'm adding the sugar, the manager (a tall thick black man) talks to me about Peter, then asks if I've read the pirate book like the rest of Peter's friends have. I reply that I'm getting through it and finding it very thought provoking, and he says that I'll find it even more so as I get even further in. There are only a handful of spoons left, and one of them looks like it was used and put back (I see what looks like sugar stuck to it). I make sure to grab a clean spoon. Hotel strangeness I'm in what seems to be a hotel's conference center. I'm in a large hallway outside an auditorium. Through the doors I see lots of people seated and someone up on the stage. In front of the doors are what seem to be registration tables with people seated behind them. The conference is somehow related to me (work, maybe?) but I have no interest in it and walk away. I think something about where my car is parked. Now I'm in a hotel room with someone I don't know. We talk about something, and he mentions a secret passage under the hotel. Now we're back near the registration area. I hope no one notices us. He lifts a large section of the floor (maybe 6' x 6') with a rug on top of it and reveals a trap door with a keyhole in it. He unlocks and opens it. Now I'm walking back through the hotel to get to the room. There are doors on the sides of the hallway and in the middle of the hallway, all with different locks. I can't figure out why they would put them there, since most of them can just be walked around. Now I'm back in the room. Pink strings are strung all over the place. I look through the window and see we're not at ground level (I don't know how high up we are). Across the street I see people at an open window. I realize I know them, and I also realize they're firing at me! It's some kind of game, but it's one I'm really not interested in playing. Somehow, one of them swings across and engages me in close combat. I try to dissuade him, but he keeps playfully engaging me. It ends up getting nasty and I fight rather brutally. I win the fight but I'm very unhappy about the whole thing.
23:56 bedtime not bad, couldn't be helped, family watching news on TV in our room 00:00 Wednesday 2014-03-19 Competition #17 night #12 07:24 1) At near-night-time in childhood neighborhood park, very dark but still can see. I'm on the middle level near the path down to the bottom level on the right. I notice a tree that I think I used to climb, it looks very old, near dead, and that's depressing. I look up and see a small group of green leaves. I go partway down the hill and look at another tree on the hillside going down to the basketball level. The ground had been built way way up and I knew the base of the tree was buried deep in the dirt. The whole scene seems a bit spooky. I'm down on the bottom level looking at the path up the other side, I catch a glimpse of someone running down the far path, I can't see the person clearly, I'm a bit concerned about encountering him. I see steam coming out of two vents in the ground, I wonder what kind of steam it is and suppose it's not healthy to breathe. Someone runs by me kicking a plastic milk jug full of some red/pink liquid, the jug scoots by me and up the hill a bit, I laugh at this. There is now a group of young punks walking towards me and going up the hill. They look at me. I go up the hill with them. One of them is throwing acorns at me which is annoying. I say "Hah, you think that hurts? I grew up in the B schools, every day I had *stones* thrown at me." 2) Dance party. Packed with young people, wife is there. Two people arrive, one is a short Asian woman who looks really strange, I think if she approaches me to dance I'll quickly go to my wife and dance with her. A staff members comes out and announces "ok you kids in the back, you can have beer but can't have harder alcohol, and you'll have to order food." I go to one of these guys and say "Hey, I wish I was in trouble for underage drinking, because that would mean" (do some math in my head), "27 years younger!" F1) I'm playing in an orchestra on my instrument. One of the punks complains that the music is bad, I say that it's better than the pop music at that dance place which was playing for hours and hours and hours. F2) I kick over a stool accidentally and it falls into a guy sitting at the next table, I profusely apologize, and say I didn't realize anyone was sitting there now. His friends joke about this, I say I'm not that drunk. 3) With Jr high friend DD, I was telling him "did you know I used to be with AG, and it sucks because I gained a lot of weight in December," and she broke up with me. I see myself posing in skinny jeans sticking my butt out and striking stupid magazine style poses, then I see myself heaving with a noticeable roll of fat around my middle. We went to a place famous for its furry rats. They come up and climb all over you. One was climbing all over me, I was freaked out by this, i couldn't use my hands to brush it off of me, I said "get it the hell off of me!" My friend said "It's OK, let it crawl all over you, even your face, you have to do that." I didn't want to. There was some schematic drawing of the rats showing their long fur. 08:51 4) swimming. I'm coming from another pool walking by a larger pool and I get in because there are a lot of free lanes. As I'm getting in I start to see swimmers in each of the lanes in the pool, so I take the right-most lane by the wall. There are some people in the way, I'll just swim around them. One of them is a woman with a very large bust, I think about checking her out more closely. But it doesn't quite work, I turn around and go the other way. There's another attractive woman swimming there and I check her out as well. I think "oh man the next time I lucid dream I'm going to have a good time!" I get out of the pool, I hop out and I'm instantly on my feet, I'm amazed at how easily I got out of the pool and on to my feet. Leaving the pool there are a bunch of people outside, there it a little girl touching pieces of styrofoam, I put one in my mouth it's already a bit wet and I think she probably put it in her mouth already. There were a bunch of little pieces of styrofoam on her shoe, I blow at them to clear them off and most fly away but not all of them.
Great night sleep, but lousy dream recall. Dream 1 (Fragment): I remember this part from 3rd person perspective. Arnold Schwarzenegger is walking down a hall, in a hotel, back to his room. He is wearing nothing but white briefs. His is very out of shape and his gut is hanging over his waistband. He yells out “LEAVE ME ALONE!!” To some people who were just following him.
*squints at screen* Pfeh. These dreams had almost no emotion, no investment, no consciousness. But on the bright side they're pretty easy to write down. Impression Somethin' about bein' in some unfamiliar college. It had some fairly dim lighting. Fragment Chillin' with my mom. First we were .. watching church together? Maybe trying to determine whether a certain church was worth going to? Then we just ate a whole lotta cake. My fave was this rainbow-marbled stuff with chocolate chunks in it. Mom had a certain air of nervousness or stressed-out-ness about her like, the whole time. I think that's why we were eating cake, to try to help her deal widdit. We tried a whole lotta cake and the whole time there was this odd sense of caring for each other. I mean, not odd as in unusual or whatever, odd as in "oh I won't start eating this cake type until you're ready for us both to have some". As if we were either of one mind, or just paranoid and wanting to be as nice as possible. Weird dream. - Need theories for drop in recall during WBTB's lately. Hypothesis: Gradual drop in motivation/investment. Not thinking too hard about dreams during the day, not super psyched about dreams as I fall asleep. Leaning more towards the former as cause. I imagine that somethin' about dream-related awareness during the day could improve recall; paying more attention to my surroundings in the interests of having neato dreams translates to remembering more detail? Or am I confusing that with simply having more motivation? That said, I imagine more memorable dreams will automatically stick more, so maybe it's not a real concern. Hm. I want more investment. That means I need more motivation. What's my motivation? I don't think I have tooooo much motivation to remember every tiny dream I have. Actually I know for a fact I've started flagging a bit on that. Bwah. Thoughts. WBTB recall not a huge concern compared to Morning recall. Both seem like they're slipping, though. I cannot organize my thoughts right now >:U
Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:14 PM by 39676
I was driving without a drivers license. I think I was still a teenager. I would tale the highway but exit at the next exit, and I think I did that a few times. At some point I was getting into a parking garage when I felt jolted because another car had bumped me from behind. I wondered whether there was any damage but decided to not get out and to ignore it because getting out I would have been expected to show a license. I was choosing ice cream at an ice cream store, and I chose vanilla with chocolate fudge and vanilla with Carmel.
Morning of March 19, 2014. Wednesday. This morning I dreamt of a familiar well-known actor who had long brown hair and who appeared to be about twenty-five years old. However, I could not remember his name. I also could not remember what movies I had seen him in. I thought and thought about it and his name did not come to me, even after several hours. Later, in real life, I had to go shopping for groceries. While walking past the meat section, and seeing a pack of processed bacon, it suddenly dawned on me and I remembered his name. Kevin Bacon. How amusing. In my dream, I am not sure of where I am living. I believe it is my older sister Marilyn’s house. (Marilyn died this year on February 13th.) The rest of the neighborhood is very different than real life. There is a large field directly to the north. There are a few cars here and there. These cars all seem to either belong to Kevin Bacon, or he is fixing them up for friends and relatives. He seems very cheerful and friendly, and quite young compared to his present real age. He is mostly using an orbital sander on the bodies of the cars at first, mostly the fronts. However, he eventually goes inside a van and does some sort of welding and a very strange mood enters my dream - as if it is very likely that there will be an explosion caused by whatever he is doing in the van. Still, that never happens regardless of how anticipated it is. I converse with him about the type of paint he is using relating to the automobiles and how the finish is completed. A strange idea is discussed about how a car only needs a finer finish in the front and how the back can just be left with a rough finish (supposedly because people only care about or look at the front of a car). He has much work to do but seems like a close friend and is happily tolerant of my impositions and presence as I ask him various questions. (I am not one hundred percent certain, but I do not presently recall dreaming of Kevin Bacon prior to this.) My sister Marilyn eventually makes an appearance but she is somewhat transparent and not clearly defined, almost as if her presence is only an image from elsewhere. Her head, a bit larger than it should be, appears in our backyard at our present address (as my dream seems to shift to a different setting) at about the correct height, and she expresses an interest in the environment as she “walks” farther from the back of our house (more on the side closest the west fence that faces the street), but I never see the rest of her.
Updated 07-20-2016 at 05:34 AM by 1390
Morning of March 19, 2014. Wednesday. There are kittens everywhere - and I do mean everywhere. They are en masse. The “ground” just outside our bathroom window at our present address is all kittens, seemingly in at least three layers. They are mostly all calico kittens of similar colors. During this time, I am also aware of small tunnels into the Earth that have larger stones around the openings and which go down into the Earth at about a twelve to fifteen degree angle. Are all these kittens coming out of the Earth and covering the planet? It seems like it, but the tunnels and kittens are separate. The area of ground on the west end of our yard, to the back of the house, is entirely covered, but they are only on ground and grass for the most part. They cannot seem to move very much or very far from where they are wiggling and rolling. An unusual sight, sort of pretty or at least intriguing in a way, but still strange. They do not seem to be harmed in any way or showing signs of stress or injury. I have had similar dreams in the past, including one where I was hovering over the inside of a large chicken farm and seeing infinite white chickens and another dream with endless turkeys. This seems to be some sort of coalescence metaphor or possibly the reverse, that is, conscious energies being divided while in the dream state.
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