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I went over to the stove and saw that mom was making some kind of pasta dish. I decided to make some with egg noodles instead. Mom later tells me she liked them better but I liked hers.

I’m in a parking lot sitting on a car or something? My black fan is running on high on me. Mom comes over to apologize, saying she’s been tired lately. She lets the fan run on her. Rane goes by slowly on a bike and asks us a question, maybe what we’re doing. The fan is on low now and I figure mom turned it down.

Mom is in a garage looking at stuff. She points out a package on top of a vehicle and says I need to get to looking at it. It has a bit of water on top of it.

-Déjà vu looking around at stuff. [I’ve had a few dreams where I look around at stuff in places.]



As I open it, Midousuji comes over and jeers at me. Apparently it’s a gift from him.

The first thing on top is some fabric material with aliens on it or some creature in a cartoonish style. I say sarcastically sweet, “Aww, how cute!’.

Underneath is a smallish book, some kind of sacrilegious school porno book called ‘The School’ or something.

Inspirations: The pasta I made the other night, me and mom being moody lately, me receiving books in the mail in packages, me watching Yowamushi Pedal and trying to figure Midousuji out, looking at fabric to make me a new quilt and pillow covers…

I entered a lucid dream using the WBTB method. I left my body after the sleep paralysis, and gazed outside my bedroom window. I could see red roses jutting out from my neighbours house and wild yellow flowers. They were very vibrant and sort of swishy looking like someone had painted them. I heard a voice tell me "this is all yours. This is your painting." Which exhilarated me way too much, and the dream started to fade. I started to spin. As my vision faded to white I imagined a grey fountain and let my dreaming mind fill in the rest. I was planted in a hell-ish looking place. The ground was red and looked like lava, the fountain completely empty and covered in ancient scribblings of some forgotten language. It was in the middle of the lava room. An old man walked towards me dressed in tattered brown clothes with a hood on. I told him, "Take me to meet your friends!" He took my hand. As we started to fly together, the dream scene melted into a deep forest. We flew past blurry trees (due to the insanely fast flying this guy was doing) and we ened up standing in front of a ginormous tree in a small clearing. There was a very long ladder leading up to a door (the entrance of the tree) The forest was illuminated by glowing blue light coming from absolutely no where, and it was absolutely breath taking! The tree was so saturated! A dark oreo brown with rich florescent blue leaves sprouting from the top, enough so that there was no sky to be seen. We entered the tree. The room was small width wise, but went on for ages horizontally. One wall was covered completely in doors, all set in top of each other going up the wall. Like you had to fly up to each door. There were roughly 6 people in there, a lot for a room so small, but it felt very cozy and warm. The inside bark walls were very smooth and almost shiny, and much lighter than the outside bark. It was a glowing golden color with lines of light brown streaking it. There were bunk beds on the floor and some jutting out from the walls, and book cases sunken into the walls. I told the man who brought me there "thank you for showing me this place" he said nothing back and disappeared through one of the doors. I sat down on one of the bunk beds with a kid in glasses, a button up white shirt and black dress pants. I asked him "do you know you are in my dream?" He gave me a weird look and replied, "of course" I then asked him "are you okay with it?" He looked confused. He said "I need to get back" and then the dream suddenly faded, I tried to spin but I ened up waking up! Wrote down every detail I could remeber in my dream journal, and kept the images alive throughout my day. I wonder if the guy with the glasses in my dream was me, saying I needed to wake up "get back". I definitely overslept! Got 10 hours last night, top notch.

July 02, 2014

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Jail Time

I was with my family, being held captive in some sort of large building or jail. Every once in a while, some people would go to the other building for the day; I'm not sure what was in that other building, but I remember feeling a great fear for it, so it must not have been anything good...

In my dream, they called on me and my brother to go to the other building. I was so terrified, but the warden, or some other guy in charge, helped us escape. He was the one who guided us to the other building, and instead of taking us in there, he veered off to the left with us, and led us into a small house on the side. It was his house, apparently. There was a stuffed deer thing... like... how to describe it. It had the head, but the neck was missing (it was just the bones), and the body, starting at the shoulders, was there... but only about a foot of it. the rest was all cut off, too. It was very eerie.

I had said something about it, and my brother said, "Well of course they have it, how else would they be able to eat every day?"




Perfect for LARP!

I was with my mom and dad at some large mall. There was greenery everywhere, like a greenhouse. We were wondering where everyone was; we were there with other people. I found out that my uncle Floyd was offering to make dinner that night, even though he was already building a shed, giving a dog a bath, and doing everyone's' homework.

Then, I heard music that was familiar at the core of me, but which I couldn't name. It turned out to be the Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood music; my aunt Jordan was watching the show in one of the shops in the mall. (and, it's funny, the tune I heard in my dream was the actual Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood tune, even though I haven't heard it in at least 15 years)

Anyways, I wanted to go check out one of the shops, since it was having a sale outside the store. I was looking through the sale items, and found a dress that would be perfect for larping. My mom found me then, and told me we were heading out, but I asked them all to wait for a moment while I tried the dress on.

When I got to the dressing rooms, there was only one left open, and so I went in; but the door didn't close all the way. When it locked, the door hung open about a whole foot, especially from the right angle. I wasn't as worried about it because it was a women's dressing room, and so I tried to dress on anyways. Except, as I was taking off my pants, a little boy and his mother were on the way out of the dressing rooms, and had to stop to give back the unwanted items. The little boy looked through the gap in the door right at me in my underwear, and the mother noticed, and covered her son's eyes, calling me a whore. "Just because there's a corset and some lace and you show a bit of leg skin, you think you're so sexy!" She berated me. Then, she must have been so busy telling me off, that she was so confused as to accidentally come into the dressing room instead of leaving.

The scene sort of shifts, and I'm still in the LARP outfit, but there are more people, and there is also suddenly a bench along the wall in front of me, and so I was going to sit down next to the mother and the boy, who seemed to not have remembered what just happened. I decided not to sit with them, since the mother had been so rude to me, and instead sit next to two or three middle-school aged girls. One of them is holding what looks like a tampon, but not quite like a tampon. A girl across from us sees it, and asks, "Is it one of those?!"

The girl nods, very shyly, and I get the feeling I have missed something, like there is some new product out, now. "Wait, is it your first time?" I ask the girl. She shakes her head.

"This is a training tampon... I haven't started yet..."

And then I woke up.

Setup: There is some conqueror traveling across the land taking over land and calling it his own. He looks like Genghis Khan and rides around on some kind of reptilian horse creature. His army consists of:
-His sorcerer wife that can raise a skeleton army.
-Roughly 20 human lieutenants.
-Roughly 100 large ogre-like creatures clad entirely in invincible armor that leaves only the face vulnerable.
We are the native tribe looking to defend our homeland. Everyone in the tribe has tan skin and dark hair. We have roughly 200 warriors, mostly armed with spears. We also have roughly a dozen 'leopard men' on chains. They look sort of like Tai Lung (The villain in the first Kung Fu Panda movie) if he were a bit more realistic looking. Now I am not the leader of the tribe, more like second in command, or some high ranking position close to the chief who wore a large headdress. Every warrior had two blue stripes painted under their eyes.
We are hiding in the woods on the edge of a farm field. The enemy army is marching perpendicular to us, through the field. The chief gives the signal and we release the leopard men and run in. We expected to catch them off guard, but the ogres didn't go down by our spears. (Well nobody hit the face) The ogres kill all of the leopard men in a matter of a few seconds, and knock out a few of our tribe members too.
And about 30 seconds after the chief gives the order to attack, we're all running the other way.
I run back into the woods. I get about 50 feet in and see an ogre positioned in the woods.
"Surrender! Drop your weapon!" The ogre has a deep thundering voice.
I had a bow. I was the master archer in the tribe. I drop it on the ground. The ogre steps on it, breaking it. He laughs briefly.
So me and the remaining tribe members had been taken prisoner. We waited around for some time, and we were forced to watch the conqueror's army ransack a civilian town. (Not the home of our tribe, which was supposedly in a secluded location.) He was merciless and tortured all of his prisoners, including children and the elderly. I don't really want to harp on this, but it was the WORST torture imaginable, not by a long shot, but it was pretty nasty.
Then the conqueror and the tribe chief meet. The chief gives one of those numbers about how the conqueror does not fight with honor. The conqueror gives and evil laugh and makes a deal with the chief. If they can defeat his skeleton army, then they are free to retreat to their home. That or he can just kill us all now. Given no better option, the chief decides to take the fight with the skeletons.
So the conqueror makes this setup. He puts us in a square field with a large hill in the center. He surrounds the edge of the field with his ogres disallowing anyone from escaping. Then the sorcerer comes out and throws blue fire on the ground. It burns away all of the grass in the field and skeleton warriors bust through the ground. Thousands of them. The conqueror orders them to attack.
At this point about half of the tribe turns and tries to escape. The ogres positioned on the end of the field kill about 80% of the escapees but a few manage to slip by. Okay, there is No way we are going to beat ALL of these skeletons, we're outnumbered probably 50 to 1, and that was before half of our guys tried to escape. Plus we're unarmed.
Then I got an idea. I charged at one of the skeletons, dodging the arrow he shoots as I get in close. And do an epic kick of doom to his face. He breaks down into bones and I pick up his quiver, but his bow is broken from my kick. I turn to another skeleton. He is about to fire at the chief who is fighting the conqueror. The conqueror has a katana-like sword with a magical green energy conduit going up the side. The chief has a rusty iron sword that he likely picked up from one of these skeletons.
The skeleton turns to me at the last second and fires. The arrow just glances the left side of my chest. I don't feel any pain from the wound, so I charge at him and kick him down anyway. I pick up his bow and pull the arrow out of my chest. I turn to the one of the ogres and line up a shot.
And then my dad shouts 'I'm going to work!' and wakes me up.

Fragment: I lived in Atlantis. My mom, who had left me when I was a baby had just returned. I was showing her new building around the city. For some reason, Atlantis has an art deco construction style, Kind of like New York used to be.

Fragment: I am partially lucid and climbing to the very top of a sand dune. It is covered in cacti and other exotic plantlife Sand dunes must be a new dream sign.

I haven't been on this site in quite some time, and to be honest, never quite planned on coming back. However, after the past two nights of weird dreams, I wanted to write at least one down and share them with people. So, without further ado:

July 2, 2014

I woke up inside of my grandmother's old house. Everything was dilapidated from top to bottom. The wood was wet and rotting, the rug that use to be there had vanished, and even some parts of the house had collapsed after further inspection. Deciding that the house was truly a mess and hadn't been lived in for years upon years, I strolled outside from the doorway. It look horrendous. A redish haze filled the air while little bits of dust were falling from the sky. The grass was seared in some places, dying in the next, and even sometimes nonexistent. I could feel eeriness and tenseness in the air while I walk to my grandmother's backyard. Upon arrival, I noticed a shed. Not taking noticed that my grandmother doesn't actually have a shed in her backyard, I opened the doors and walked down the shed's hallway for a bit. Wooden poles were erected on either side of me to hold the roof up. It sorta looked like a mini-barn on the inside. After my little stroll down the hallway, I opened up two big wooden doors at the end of the shed. I walked into the room that it uncovered and closed the door behind me. The room was pitch black. I couldn't see anything at all. Then, from my left I heard a little girl say "Hello,". I was startled and jumped since I thought I was all alone. "H-Hello?" I stuttered, a bit confused. The little girl laughed and then turned on a lamp she had. (I don't ever remember actually seeing the girl, but I do remember seeing a shadow of her from the back. I only remember knowing where she was, which is sorta weird. She also was always on the bed, save for later on.) The room acted as though the lamp wasn't even turned on, almost refusing to light up until we had three lamps on. The room was oddly big for the size of the shed. It was spacious enough to have one small bed on the far left side of the room that hugged the western wall (this bed happened to be the and a bed on the far right side of the room that hugged the northern wall at the top right corner of the room. Each bed had a table with a lamp on it. The bed to the west's table was at the head of it while the bed at the top right corner's table was right next to the bed. Completely forgetting about the little girl's existence, I sat down in the middle of the floor right next to a random lamp there. I guess I decided to stay considering I knew nothing about the new world I was in and there was someone there who did. Suddenly, I saw a bright light flash through the window that was above the little girl's bed (this window only appeared this time only) and I heard tires screeching to a halt outside of the shed. "Get into this corner and stay quiet!" she informed me while rushing herself and I into the bottom left corner of the room. I heard the sound of people landing onto the ground with a thud. I assumed they were hopping off of the vehicle outside. I heard the shed doors fling open and saw flashlights shining from the little slit under the door. Their boots were noisy running up and down the hallway, but it let us know where they were. I heard one of them approach the door into our room. I felt extreme fear and helplessness in my stomach as the door was slung open. The person flashed his light into the room, but haphazardly. Thankfully because of his carelessness, we were unseen.

Dream Skip

(I don't quite know how we got another person from, but we did. He was tall with greasy black hair and a fairly large nose. I didn't truly like him, and neither did the girl it seamed)

It was late that night and the new guy and I were around the lamp in the middle of the room talking about nonsense. "So, where are you from? How old are you?" he asked. I thought for a second and then realized, that I don't know wither of those answers. "I...I don't know." I responded truthfully, getting more scared by the second. He looked confused and a bit empathetic as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an ID. I don't remember much about it but I do remember that it said the year was 47XX ( I don't remember the full year, but it was something along those lines). "Wha-That's impossible! There's no way it's they year! I was born in 2909, that's nearly two thousand years later!" I said, increasing my volume ever word along the way. I was practically yelling when I was done. "What is going on?! Who am I?!" I questioned him with sadness trailing my voice. I was nearly on the verge of crying. The guy said nothing and put his ID away. We sat there for a bit longer while I collected my thoughts and calmed down. Eventually, we decided to go to bed. The girl sprawled out on her bed, and I got on the only other one available. The guy laid on the floor with no protest at all. We were all nearly on the verge of going to sleep whenever the doors rushed open. I heard people step into the room, and a lamp was flicked on. (I don't remember seeing these people, but I do remember knowing there were 3 of them) Even though a lamp was on, I still couldn't see anything, but it seemed as though everyone else could. "Get up now!" Said a girl in a thick Russian accent. Her tone made me think she could care less what happened to us. Everyone stood up immediately but me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I can't see! My eyes aren't very good!" I said in an equally as thick Russian accent for some reason. I hoped she didn't think I was mocking her when I said that, but there was nothing I could do at the time. She scoffed and walked away with her two friends. I don't remember how we ended up outside, but we did. The sun was barely over the horizon and the red haze was nearly gone. The world almost looked normal. I walked to the front yard after some time of taking in the world, and I saw a tiny black puppy running around. I smiled at his happiness. I watch the dog play for a couple more seconds and then I turned my head right. There was a baby blue car sitting there. Out stepped a different guy. He had short, black hair with a goatee. He was somewhat short but no one said anything about it. He looked at me with longing, as though I was a long lost friend of some kind. He looked like he wanted to help me. I knew we were going somewhere, so I got into the car. I could feel that the girl was beside me even though I couldn't see her, which made me a bit more eased. Soon, we were off.

Dream Skip

We were driving fairly quickly down a empty road in a huge city. Every single building I saw looked like it touched the sky. I was in awe at the sheer size of everything in this city. Then it hit me. I'm two thousand years away from home. Everyone who I loved is dead. My friends, dad, sister, everyone. I instantly burst into tears. "What the hell is going on?! Who the fuck am I?!" I asked between sobs. The guy with the goatee sighed but said nothing. After a couple more seconds, I stopped crying. The car ride went a bit in silence before the goatee guy said "I've to get you there quickly. You may be infected,". I was confused with what he was saying. "We're not infected," I reassured him, but he didn't look convinced.

Dream Skip

We were now in one of the huge buildings. It had anything and everything you would need to live. Apartments, groceries, entertainment, everything. We were hurried along by the people behind us. We all got onto a floating platform and before I knew it, we were moving. Right next to the route of the platform were people yelling "15 tickets! 20 tickets! 10 tickets" and holding out a handful of white tickets. I saw people reaching out and grab some, so I did to. I managed to get some from a vendor yelling "20 tickets! 20 tickets here!". I didn't know why we needed these tickets, but I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. "30 tickets...30 tickets..." I heard in a quiet voice. I should not have been able to hear it over the crowd of ticket vendors, but I did. It was the guy with the goatee. He stepped out from the crown and looked me strait in the eyes. He shook the tickets in his hand once again. "30 tickets...". He looked like he wanted me to come and get them, and as though he wished to help me again. However, I was a bit creeped out by him, so I ignored his 30 tickets.

And that is when I woke up. Writing this, I realized I didn't get the names of ANYONE that I met, which is strange. I hope my writing wasn't too horrid since I've wrote this 3 times or so and since I've not wrote in 2 years.