dream fragment

Well this was a productive morning. Sadly my dream recall was poor and I could literally feel my dream recall disapear upon waking up. This is the end part of the dream, but in whole was still only roughly 1/3 of the entire dream.

NOTE: I don't make these dreams "forum friendly," meaning I might reference things or people that you guys don't know, but I do. I write these in a way to spark memories for me when I re-read through them a year or so from now.



So I am currently on this mission that I fail to recall the purpose of. This mission required me to travel to various planets around the universe to perform some task. I currently am stopped on a foreign planet and am having a discussion with this man about borrowing his warship. He is nowhere close to being willing to provide it, so I end up using blackmail based on my mission status and a report sent about him which makes him change his mind.

He agrees to give me the ship for 1 to a max of 2 weeks. I pressure that I must have it for at least a month which he eventually reluctantly agrees to.

Next I am in the warship and have my team (of 4 or so) with me. The ship is longer than it is wide, not reflective at all (sorta greasy looking) and has a 'cluttered' look to it's hull. It also has long metalic legs that stick out the bottom for landing. It includes 'automatic' defenses that will target any enemy and avoid team mates, however at least one person is required inside the hull for it to be activated.

As we are hovering over the planet, I recall that there is something hostile on the planet. As we come in for a landing I look at the surroundings. It is somewhat dark, but I notice that the entire surface of the planet consists of cliffs, mountains, and steep ridges covered in huge pine trees and grass. I actually locate a ridge and pathway from a different dream, though I didn't realise it at the time. There are no flatspots in sight so we cruise until we find the only spot avaliable.

We land on an oval-shaped dirt patch in front of what appears to be my real house, but without the garage. We step outside and are instantly greeted by these tall women, more on the muscular side, and able to tear anyone limb from limb. Think of the people from the comic GG with the whiter hair that betrayed the main character (check attachment). Like them both in appearance and personality, only they later ride horses rather than giant spiders. They all looked similar, and yet I knew they were hostile. However before we could do anything they surround us and "befriend" us to take us into their base (that is my house). I know that they are planing gelactic conquest and have a means of mind control. Again, think of GG and the slayer wasps, only their method of gaining control was different.

They lead us into the house which opens into a small steel room with a staircase that goes downwards. This staircase leads into an identical replica of our basement and they lead us right where their leader is. We are supposedly supposed to have a "discussion," but I know that they will be using this special purple knife to cut us which gives them complete control over us. The control was where they could control your actions simply by mental thought, but your consciousness would be sitting in the background helpless.

I have an advantage of knowing their plan, but my team mates look oblivious. I casually start walking to the rear as they give me somewhat odd looks, then I dart up the stairs and outside again, somehow resulting with me stealing their knife. You know those nightmares where you are scared to look back because you know *something* is right behind you and about to grab you? This was just like that. I am trying to run, but merely holding the knife is influencing my body. It is close to impossible to focus and even move my feet. I am stumbling and my legs feel like lead and the world starts getting a little dizzy. I start feeling panicked as I hear them running up the stairs and think "Left, right, left, right" to get my legs in sync with my mind. I still struggle, but manage a half-run half-jog movement towards the ship. I know that if they catch me, I will instantly be turned into an unwilling slave and it makes me put all my effort into getting into the ship (who's defenses should turn on).

I can sense them right behind me about to grab me, I jump into the ship (which turns into the cab of my truck) and slam the door locking it with the knife on the seat, no longer affecting me. Right at that moment they attack the door, but the defenses turn on and I feel safe. Suddenly I realise they somehow disabled the defenses as they start slowing to a stop, so I hit the gas.

The ship is now my truck with a camper on the back. I start driving down what is now my driveway, and I turn left at the end then turn left again onto the main road. I look back and see two of them persuing on horses (much faster than should be possible). At this point I also notice a wild horse going the same direction but in the other lane. I see a police car coming at me on my lane just as I curve down and start going up a hill. I panick, thinking of the impending collision. However, as the police comes over the hill he is in the other lane and drives right through the horse as if it was a ghost. I think for a minute, "Well that is odd. My eyes must be playing tricks on me." Though as I look back the horse is still there trotting happily. I take the time to do a reality check and plug my nose. By now the scenery has changed away from my home and I am on a long stretch of road as the sun is coming up, with fields lying in both directions. The check works, but I do it a few times to make sure that I am not just holding my nose wrong. However, it confirms well and I think, "Ah, so I am still dreaming." I am surprisingly calm, with full realisation of the dream and logical thinking processes. The dream is decently vivid, close to real life (also in that you don't notice all senses at the time, like in real life) and I pull off at a gas-station store. I am still plagued with the "must get away!" urge, so I run inside. At this point I only remember pieces of the lucid dream, so I will combine them into one long explanation as if it was consistant. However much more happened, though not really important to the "plot."

I want to make doubly sure that I am dreaming, so I decide to do a quick check by trying to fly. I have always been able to have some measure of success with flying if I jumped up and tried flapping my arms down real hard to rocket me upward (which usually then results in effortless mosing about in the air). I do so, and sort of hover in the store a bit, not that effective, but enough to prove I am dreaming. I start yelling for my "dream guide," which I basically tie into the same as a physical appearence of my subconscious, and hear someone shout back, "In a bit! I'm busy!" I know quite well that my subconscious wants to avoid me in dreams, as I can directly effect it's "free will" by direct commands. At this point, the enemy bursts through the door and I run around to a different isle consisting of an employee in a black suit and tie stocking shelves. I am suddenly holding a bag of groceries, also consisting of the "knife" which has now turned into a shampoo bottle. I drop it off in front of an isle and run back a bit to try and get rid of the enemy. Think of a rectangular extension to the store with a wall 1/2 up to the tall cieling down the center, an isle on each side. The bag is now sitting in front of that wall. I think, "Well, I can try killing these guys to make them leave me alone" because I somehow knew that if they got ahold of me, they would take away my control of the dream. I know I don't have the dream control to beat them physically, so I think perhapse telekenisis will work. I try a tabble, then a chair, then a plate, with no luck whatsoever. Frustrated, I think of just willing them to explode or disapear. Again no dice. Frustrated, and with them mere feet from me, I jump up towards the cieling. The cieling was like a triangle shape with bars going across the base, so I grab a bar. I use my flying to keep me aloft as I use the bars to thrust myself towards the 1/2 wall isle and stand on top. They gasp in suprise, as I was struggling to even WALK a few minutes ago. I think, "Well screw this, I will just make a portal to Sceptre and see if I can find Lasé". I hover over to a high part of the wall, but struggle in finding a piece of wall big enough to draw a body-size portal (as there were shelves everywhere). I then think, "No wait, I need to talk to my dream guide so I can alter my lucidity rate, otherwise this will just be a rare lucid" With frustration I float back towards the corner a bit, thinking of how to get rid of the darn enemy.

They are standing right by the "knife", oblivious of it's existance, looking at me obviously thinking the same thing. I continue to think, "Well I can just give them the knife and betray my friends." I know they aren't real at this point, but I still feel bad nonetheless, and continue to struggle with the idea that it just isn't something I should do. Sorta like killing off a story character. However in the end I give them away. I sigh, and shout back at them, "Just take the friggin' knife! it is by your feet in that bag!" They look down with an "Oh! Really?" expression and shuffle through the bag, suddenly becoming my friends. I land on the floor and they are gone from my dream. I consciously think of how this lucid dream is lasting really long, and being stable the whole time. I again shout out, "Hey dream guide! Where are you?" I hear the same voice shout back again something like, "I'm still busy! Give me a minute!" I start following the voice and respond, "No, get over here!" and again hear "Busy! Busy!" I arrive at the voice which belongs to an older man in his late 60's, early 70's manning the cash register and a computer. I lean on the table and say, "No, we talk." He gives a reluctant sign and an "Ok, fine." expression. Before starting into the conversation, out of curiosity I first ask, "So, when is my next lucid scheduled?" He pulls up a list on his computer and searches for the current date. While he is doing this I notice some USB's on the wall and think, "Those would be useful in some way" in regards to my subconscious, but didn't think anything more of it until after I woke up. He speaks up, " Hm.... it looks like next saturday." Right when he finishes I wake up completely without warning. I try to chain, but it is too late in the morning (6:30am) and I am now lying wide awake.

I was sorta bummed I didn't really get to talk about the things that I wanted too, but if the guy really was my subconscious, and he was telling the truth, I should be able to finish it up on saturday. I am interested in seeing if I really will have one then.

EDIT: Well, Saturday came and went with no luck. BOOOOO! Oh well, I will just have to have a 'friendly' little chat with my subconscious next time around.

And this greatly shows me why I need to be a bit more dedicated to keeping a dream journal.

Had a lucid last night, technically breaking my dry spell which has lasted over half a year. However, I remember so little of it it just is depressing, but here goes:

In the middle of the dream, I don't recall why, but I realize that I am dreaming and become lucid. Instantly I think of drawing a portal, as I have an entire world designed I have been meaning to try and visit. My location is in some building (in the rest of the dream it was more like a death trap) where I am currently standing in a short downwards-sloping hallway. Large wall to my left with a wooden rail, and sholder-height wall to my right that increases as you go down. Huge glass roof arcing over the building and the exit of the hallway behind me opens up to the rest of the building, while the bottom goes into a tunnel like area and turns right.

I place my finger under the rail and on the wall (it was rather high, probably around the height of my chest) and try burning an arc in an upside-down "U" shape. (This was my pre-dream planned method of creating a portal. To burn the entry and let the portal form) It took a few traces as the burn marks were sorta light, but I managed to finish and the portal automatically opened into clear blue. (Which didn't much resemble where I was attempting to go.) While I was doing this, it constantly felt like I was almost waking up, because the sunlight was hitting me in the eyes in my dream (which probably wasn't far off, as I woke up BEFORE this dream and it was already 5am. Likely it really was the sun). I ran my hand along the rail and *oddly* tried to see if it had a scent. It did, and smelled strongly of tree sap. This helped stabilize as I was drawing the portal.

However, as it turns out I do have a false awakening and lose lucidity. Oddly enough, the false awakening takes place in the same odd building, however the previous dream story continues. This makes it feel like the story before hand was real life, so I completely lost lucidity.

The dream itself was rather blurry. Not visually or in any of the senses, actually, that was rather clear. It was like a mental blur where I couldn't focus, and things just felt... unstable.

Meh, disappointing dream, but at least I broke my dry spell. So yay for that!

Small piece came back to me. I recall the dream being really long and this was near the end, but I can't really recall the rest of the dream. All I recall is that it was me with some friend (not a real-life friend) who both had been enslaved by this evil guy. We were in a large, sort of room, it was shaped like a lima bean with walls a good 20 feet high, however no ceiling. It was nighttime and you could see the stars through the roof. We weren't the only slaves there, the room was packed with other people enslaved. In these dream the world supposedly had magic that was quite common for people to use, but we were enslaved because the guy found some way to remove our magical abilities. Anyway, don't remember exactly what happened, but some elite force of mages (don't remember what the group was called, but there was 7 or so people in the group) showed up and managed to free us.

It is quite foggy, don't remember it real well, and as said this was near the end.

Just recently recalled a very small chunk of a dream I had. For some reason I was "watching a movie" about this really annoying kid that raised a worm that grew into a huge pet about 10 or so feet tall, and over 100 feet long. Something about him riding the worm, then getting smacked by a tree and falling off as the worm escaped or something. Very vague, just came back to me late in the day.

I had a very long dream last night that lasted the whole night (sprawled over multiple dreams). Sadly I only remember chunks (thankfully large ones) so here goes:


It all starts off with our family heading off to a friend’s house. The family we are visiting doesn’t exist in real life, and I am not sure if I actually knew them in the dream either. Anyway, we are at their house, it is daytime, their house is long and rectangular, and it is plopped in the middle of a field. Tthere are no roads and the grass is rough and short in all directions as far as the eye can see with no trees. We are eating and fellowshipping and “getting to know eachother” I suppose. I don’t quite remember the transition, but I somehow end up shrunk and inside the body of the father with some mission do destroy revolting red blood cells or something.
I don’t really remember most of this section, however there is a part when I am trying to destroy some evil red blood cells (they are about as big as 3 or 4 life rafts and as tall as my chest. Everywhere is red, I don’t recall if I had a breathing device or not. But there are strands, and tissues, etc. I meet this man in there (which later in the dream my memory changes to me having met a girl which I later actually fall in love with in the dream) and he sort of follows me around and helps me out. He warns me of the white blood cells, where if they see us they will attack and dissolve us in an instant. Why of course right then and there approaches a white blood cell and I start scrambling around trying to escape.(Basically they are like white versions of the red blood cell with a little more goo). Inside the body was basically like a giant cave that twisted in all directions with strands of red flesh (sorta like pillars) everywhere. However as we were in fluid, you could sort of run/swim/float around. I have a hard time trying to escape the white blood cell as I find it difficult to move. I am again transferred to my next part of the dream.


This part of the dream happened, then was constantly referred to throughout the rest of the dream so I am not sure EXACTLY when it actually happened. I am just placing it here. In the dream we are in a building ready for a wedding. Supposedly me, this girl (we will just call her Suzy, because she looked similar to a character I know called Suzy. She was also the daughter of our friends father in the previous section), and this “friend” of mine (Though Suzy was supposedly the one that helped me out in the body episode, it could be also that this “friend” was the one as well. So though it was one person, it resulted in two dream characters) are all getting married. As odd as it is, it is supposedly me and this guy both marrying Suzy. We supposedly had this great adventure and became extremely strong friends (and I fell in love with Suzy, and though it was in the dream, it felt like real love, not just simulated). This adventure I don’t remember (though I did get brief flashes of the adventure (false memories that I can’t recall), OR it could be the last part I recall of the dream, which I think it could have been in part (though Suzy didn’t actually appear that much in it, and the “flashes” show a lot more team involvement), which I will get to in a bit. As for the building, it had a back room where we were walking out of, connected to a really looong room (same dimensions from front to back, but very long from left to right) with seats then a concave area where there was a small stage where we walked to and stood. The ceremony started, and I couldn’t help but notice that my family was just barely visible around the corner to the right. Constant thoughts of regret, nervousness, and worries kept creeping into my head. Not only was one that I had confirmed never to get married (a reality in real life), but there was something I knew about this guy that scared me with the idea of him marrying Suzy. Also, I most certainly didn’t want to have this guy marry Suzy alongside me. So when it came to my turn on the vows, I sort of stood there silenced and worried. At this point I noticed a tear going down Suzy’s face, which almost hurt to watch. However, I translated it as a, “Why are you doing this? Don’t do it, you don’t have to sacrifice yourself for me!”. I stopped, told everyone I had to wait a moment, then ran down the left of the room (far off) to think. I think it was my dad (maybe mum) that came up and asked what was happening. I explained that I really didn’t want to have a double marriage like this, and the reason I was doing it was because the guy I knew could get really violent, and once the passion or infatuation wore down with him, it wouldn’t be long until he became one of those husbands that abused his wife. So for this I wanted to be able to keep an eye on him. I don’t remember quite the conversation that happened, but I was then convinced for me to jump out of the marriage. So, I walked back up onto stage and pronounce something along these lines (on the spot, all while thinking furiously of what to say. Also, I was unable (and still am) to recall Suzy’s and the guy’s actual names) “I have decided it is best for me to cancel my part in this marriage, so that… the marriage… will rather be between … (trying to remember their names) just two friends… (some other blubber that completely embarrasses me, that I don’t recall. It was a made up reason for why I was doing it, because I couldn't just pronounce that the guy would beat his wife). I then walk into the back room sad, tearing (teering? … that is to say watery eyes) a little. I pull out a picture of Suzy and start looking at it, though for some reason her head is wrong and I try to think of ways to fix that.


This next section is spread throughout the dream, but I will just place it here (it was also quite short). I don’t remember most of it, but it took place at my grandmothers old house. She was (and is) dead at the time, and I somehow inherited the house. It involved my dad sending me out to have a new key made for the lock (so that the lock would be different and the workers couldn’t get in to steal things). No matter what I tried I couldn’t get the info of where the key mold, nor the locksmith were and dad would get increasingly angry whenever I asked (which is a ton more frightening in dreams than in real life). I had to take the car (which was my grandmothers old car I guess) and try to find it. I never made it out of the driveway before this section ended. (this is the one out of place part of the dream)


This last section greatly resembles parts from the series “Keys to the Kingdom” written by Garth Nix (Heh, you can tell what I have been reading recently -.-" ). I don’t exactly remember where it starts, but there is a section where Suzy and I are on this giant creature (Intelligent, could talk, and it flew. Perhaps giant bird? Though I recall the flesh had no feathers and was leathery-like, though not a dragon). The creature was evil, and was taking us to the edge of the world I suppose. We could somewhat steer it, but with difficulty. There were lush green islands in the sea, and the sea was a rich blue as we passed over it at fast speeds. I could see large waves rolling by, until I noticed the “edge” of the sea. It was like a constant crashing wave (very tall) made out of cloud, or mist. I don’t remember my thinking, but for some reason I thought it was good and we steer the creature t’words it a little. As we just barely pass through things become black’ish and sort of flash a blue tinted world as the creature laughs manically. I then hear a friend (a large sailor guy) in my ear (though somehow he is back at wherever we came from) shouting “What are you doing? Come back, that world is dangerous and just being there will kill you!” (It was more of a different dimension than a different world) I struggle with the creature trying to get it to go back. With great effort the creature (which has now turned into a thin-paper like creature) turns around and we fly back out. Some part of the dream I don’t remember happens, that is really important. One small section of it that I DO remember is I am on an island where I meet up with “The Will” in its fish form (so the third part I suppose, though it’s personality was different, though just as stupid and frustrating). The next section I remember is I am on a different Island. It is dark around (perhaps I am inside? It isn’t actually dark “outside”) viewing this evil lady in a room who supposedly stole power from me. She knows I am there and there is some conversation between us, something happens to her, I don’t remember, but it all results in me being captured with the intent of me being killed. The people on the Island all support her, so there is a large crowd near the edge of the water where Suzy and I are led. (Really “Suzy” doesn’t appear much in this section, but she is always sort of “there”) We are to be thrown over the edge to this shark. At this point the dream switches to 3rd person, where the rest of it had been 1st person. I am looking down as these huge jaws come out of the water and I am thrown into them. The jaws close, and I can feel it swallow (though I am watching this happen to me from far away). It goes under where it reveals that large sailor guy, my “friend”, and the fish (the will, which supposedly informed them of where I was) below the water next to the beast (which is supposedly friendly, and not a shark at all. Chosen to fool the evil lady because of its large jaws) . They struggle a little to get the thing to spit me out, which it then does with a shark-like equivalent of a last-effort puppy face and I am given oxygen from a large scuba-tank like device. Next comes Suzy, same story as me, just repeated. Something else happens in the dream I don’t remember then I gradually wake myself up.

So yeah... very long story that spanned over multiple dreams. I don't usually share these dreams that have personal parts to them (such as the marriage), but for whatever reason I decided to share this one. The dream itself felt like it lasted for 3-4 hours. Whether this is accurate or not, I don't know.

Well don't remember much at all, here goes. All I remember is that it was myself and some friends, we were hiding from some enemy that was trying to kill us that I don't really remember. (Nor do I remember why) My friends weren't people I know in real life, but they were good friends in the dream.

Each of us had a piece of paper half full with text. I don't know what any of it said, but apparently it was a page written of someones tragedy and was full of emotion. (Apparently it had to have someone feeling strong emotions at the time to write it for it to work?) We could put them on the ground and jump into them which would bring us to some hideout in another dimension, where we could escape from the guys after us.

I don't remember what goes on, but the dream morphs into the police chasing us, I am at my home and it is now winter (Still all of us trying to escape) and now we would have to place the pages on the ice of our pond where it would bring us underneath where we wouldn't feel cold and wouldn't need oxygen.

We get a new member to the group, bigger guy with shoulder-length brown hair, he seems nice enough, but ends up selling us out to the police and destroying my page after he has received one. After this the police arrive and I wake up.

Wow, cheesiest dream once I read it. Meh who cares, I just hope this starts boosting my recall a little more.