dream fragment

Frag

I remember Bjork was up on some landing. I was helping her down taking her hand into mine.

Sleep Paralysis and Creepy Dream.

I was experiencing vibrations. I kept thinking, "Asuka, Asuka." Wanting to find out what dream she was in. I was able to make the vibrations spin faster and faster. But somehow I lost awareness

FA, In a dingy basement room with my dog. I can hear my aunt yelling from upstairs. I leave the room. I come to a wooden staircase that is broken in the middle. My dog followed me there. I some how managed to climb the staircase. I wound up in a living room that looked like Squatters had been shooting dope there for decades. Asuka was a fat Native american girl wearing glasses and was with some guy who I was unfamiliar with. He seemed to be familiar with me. Asuka started leaning against me and started trying to convince me to have a threesome with her and the man. I remember being really grossed out by the thought. They both had something like a crack pipe and started smoking it. I really wanted to leave.

Frag 2

I'm in a room with Bjork that appears to be all black. Except for us and the table we are sharing. On it is a GIANT slab of roast beef completely covered in gravy. We are both loudly stuffing our faces and our faces are covered in gravy. Xereniak walks in and gasps for a minute and then says, "Well, this is a dream I hope I definitely won't remember." I look at him confused as he leaves the room.

Date of Dream: SAT 6 MAY - 2017



I originally wasn't going to record this dream but then I thought it's worth it because of that reality check involved, which made it a semi-lucid dream rather than non-lucid. A "Behind The Scenes" entry of the reality check is to follow once I publish this one:



Dream No. 108 – Soccer In The Woods
(Lucid Dream 5)

I was in some nice looking forest, it wasn't too cluttered with trees... There was ample grassland and golden light could be seen coming through due to the sun. As I was walking through, I once again had that thought of calling out for WB (the waking life one this time) but I stop myself and literally think to myself, “Is this real life or is it a dream? You'd better make sure you're not shouting in real life and then the wrong person hears you”. So I looked down at my hands, both of them spread out in front of me. I only had five fingers on each of them, but the shape of the fingers would keep warping, almost like my hands were underneath a layer of water. And then I remember thinking, “Yep, this is a dream, you have permission to call her”. So at the loudest volume I could, I kept calling “WB!” until she came out from behind a tree. It was interesting as she suggested we play some strange game of soccer, which is what we did. I forgot what happened afterwards.



The dream distinguished that she was the waking life version this time. I saw her in person in waking life yesterday and had a really good time, so I think my subconscious has now traced her back to being a rational entity.

No title's today. just two short False awakenings.

FA, I'm in a room lying on a couch and listening to a TV or radio. It is daytime out and a woman in a pink T shirt is sitting on a couch and staring at me. For it minute it looks like manager R from work. She looks a bit perplexed, then her form changes to Asuka, she then smiles as if satisfied by something and walks out of the room.

I turn my head to the TV. It's a semi interesting live event. Trump is hosting a golf tournament for world leaders. And the idea is that instead of going to war, they just have a giant golf tourney each year. Right now I see that Israel is in the lead and Trump of course is way behind. The Caddie for team Israel is dressed in biblical pharisee robes like you see in various movies about Jesus.

FA, I'm in the passenger seat of a British purple or pink pickup truck. Asuka looks like R again. She tells me to hurry and get something to eat. We are parked at a mcdonald's. I go in and order a breakfast sandwich. I wait for my order for what seems like an hour. I leave and we drive to another mcdonalds only a block away. A manager tells me I have to work at the other store today. I am really hungry and see manager K. I ask him to grab a sandwich for me and he says okay. I wait outside for him in the truck. I notice Data is in the backseat. K comes out and instead of giving me a sandwich he finds his girlfriend and hugs her. He begins to walk away. I get angry because I'm still hungry. Asuka tells me to calm down everything will be fine today.

Date of Dream: FRI 5 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 107 - Searching For Company

I originally thought it wasn't worth recapping this dream because nothing much happened, but then at 8:15 PM, I decided I would record it, so my memory of this dream has faded.

I was at some strange place, a shopping centre that was a mix of Waverley Gardens and Knox. The scene did transition into a vision of Canberra Camp, I forgot what Mrs G was saying to me though. I was then at the walkway towards the shops of this shopping centre and I felt like talking to the people I passed by... But they all seemed to be ignoring me and this was making me upset. Still, people were ignoring and so I kept calling, “Dreamy WB!”. There was no response from the “environment” either and so I then eventually went, in a distressing tone, “Oh, where is my dreamy guardian?!”. Just then, I felt some sensation that there was some portal nearby and thought that maybe she would be through that portal. But then when I was actually at the portal, I was hesitant about going in as I thought I could possibly die if I went through. That's all I can remember.



I think my dream memory is also affected due to the fact that I have a cold, so my dream memory may be wonky for a few days. Additionally, I may not even have good night sleeps at all due to these chain-saw like symptoms... So let's just hope for the best.

I really don't remember a huge deal of this, I fell asleep again after remembering really clearly what it was when I first woke up and by the time I got up the second time I lost it.

Chris was being dropped off at a restaurant but we were in the back of a transit van. There were other people in the back of the van, although I can't remember who and when we arrived we realised it was a really fancy place, there was a red carpet rolled out for arriving guests. There was then a discussion of how we should maybe have brought a limo instead of the van.

I wrote down, but don't recall what it means: "no fate but what we make" (I watched Terminator earlier that day) and Ian McKellen. I think Ian said the famous Terminator line as part of a speech to 'us'. Us probably refers to several characters I met in the dreams I'll now summarize (they're all related, same 'continuity').

I was doing some kind of basketball challenge. I had to dribble my way through a kind of trench (?), maneuvering my way past several opponents. Not willing to give up, I somehow outdid myself, and made it to the end. That would never work in real life.

I remember being in a hotel, and getting into a dumbwaiter in the kitchen. It went up, and I ended up between the corpses in a morgue...

Notes mention Rick Moranis, don't recall the scene.

Throughout the previous dreams (of which I forgot key scenes), a team had been assembled of random people I met in those dreams. Like the "Guardians of the Galaxy", but even bigger losers. One of them was a waiter from that hotel, perhaps Moranis was another. And me, of course - the basketball guy. We all traveled in a cool-looking spaceship. We flew through a kind of wormhole, into a dark planet's atmosphere.

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First dream completely unrelated to the first bunch. I was at Santa Monica Beach, and I was wearing absolutely ridiculous clothing. A bloody skirt? Pink, no less? I was understandably embarrassed. I didn't want to be seen. I started flying to stay out of sight. I was having fun, so the clothes thing kind of vanished (if you don't focus on it, the dream makes it vanish) as it ceased to be relevant. Flying low through a street, a guy suddenly turned to me and asked something really weird. I think he asked me to record something on tape...? I kept flying, but everywhere I looked, there he was... asking the same question over and over again, in exactly the same tone. I flew higher to get away, but when I looked back (down), there he was! Somehow right behind me in mid-air, asking that question again! I was seriously freaked out at this point. I violently threw him off of me, and he fell down. I somehow had an injury in my side all of a sudden? I woke up, and for some reason immediately checked my body for the injury. Not sure why I did that.

Right before I opened my eyes, I had a vision of a number. 12:14 (in green numerals). I finally woke up, and checked the time. It was 12:14...

Boatload of dreams this night, a lot of it XXX-rated so expect to see a lot of "redacted". We start with a fully redacted sex dream featuring REDACTED.

I'm held captive in a room up high in a skyscraper. I remember seeing a painting (?) and thinking the bad guys are the developers of the game "Hitman". Random, I know... The jail had bars that somehow "rotate" (hard to explain) which makes it impossible to break out. A jail guard sees me move and assumes I wanted to escape, so he comes in and installs an additional neck restraint which secures my neck to the wall. At some point I escape anyway, and jump through a window and fall down. But I somehow knew I'd be fine. The skyscraper looks quite futuristic.

In this dream I was flying outdoors, using a poncho I was wearing as a cape that helped me fly (it generated lift, somehow). I landed, and continue a previous plot by talking to a Spanish girl (something about her high-heeled shoes?).

Zombies attacked our old house. I was in the garden with my mom. I tried to fight, but my guns would not fire (I couldn't pull the trigger, typical in scary dreams), so I had to resort to using an improvised melee weapon.

I remember REDACTED & a T-Rex, and I saw in first person from her perspective how it bit her, holding her in its maw (still on the ground). Her sight went black, and I saw her body on the ground with a bite taken out of it.

I was watching TV, watching REDACTED by dinosaurs and giant wurms (like the ones from 2005's King Kong). REDACTED, thinking my dad and his wife Debby (who were in front of me, also watching the movie) wouldn't notice. I asked them what these wurm-things were. My dad simply said (in that typical tone): "Could you stop that, please". I knew he knew REDACTED." I simply replied "I'm not doing anything".

I remember a scene in which I recalled I'd forgotten my bicycle somewhere in southern France... I figured I should leave it there, as the cost of retrieving it would be higher than the price of the actual bike.

Dream that started in a gym and has way too many small random details, I will not bother to even *try* writing this all down. REDACTED on catwalks above the ground, waiting for them to start fighting (and REDACTED), but it doesn't happen.

Not much remembered from last night. I have in my dream notes "Creepy thing, plus white fluid, plastic bottle." I don't remember what was creepy, but I do remember waking up with a scared feeling. And I do remember a plastic water bottle filled with some weird white fluid.

Cursed fragments. That's all I've got for today. D: And now I'm going to bed! Slept 7 hours btw.

Trail Confusion


I was outside nearing night time in some desert. I went to cross a road but there were a lot of vehicles. They eventually let me pass and I went up a trail. I was going really fast on a bike or something.. couldn't remember. When It was getting really dark I turned around but wound up on a different path to someplace else. I was getting lost.

Frag of house building.

I was climbing up a ladder to a landing in my house. I was sweating and hung my hoodie on top of the ladder. Asuka was there who looked a bit like lindsay and said I shouldn't hang it there. I just sort of shrugged. That's all I remember.

WBTB at 3 am.

Work 1

Dream where I am working at Wal Mart again. I am doing things outside. I see Jamie leave as well as my brother. They go into cars and leave.. for some reason I flip them the bird as they drive away (felt like they were in on something that they weren't telling me about, and I didn't like being kept in the dark). I still had an hour left.

A while later I was lost so I got into a cab who drove me back to Wal Mart. I decided to pay with debit and opened my wallet. I couldn't find my card. I had three block buster cards. strange. I began arguing with the driver when the dream ended.

Work 2

Frag of leaving a shift at McDonald's and my brother is starting his shift. In waking life he doesn't work there but it doesn't prompt me to RC. As I'm leaving the lobby, he gets frustrated with something and slams his hands into the deep fryer oil. He starts screaming but stops. Then he falls over on his side. He now had long hair down to his shoulders. I run up to him and shake him and ask if he's okay. But I wake up.

Defense

Frag of fighting training with someone. It was to do with hand to hand and I was blocking punches.

I forgot a dream from wbtb.

Bjork in Hypnagogic Hallucinations

I see a dream scene forming before me. Just Bjorks face and on it is drawn makeup in black and purple lines. There are tears streaming down her face. I ask, "What's wrong?". Her face turns profile and now there are two of her faces staring at one another. I again see her eyes behind them and they are bright, staring into my soul. Then I wake briefly.

Docks

Just a dream of walking my dog in some woods. Then i come to an area by a lake with a bunch of walk along docks. the place reminds me of Cultus Lake Chilliwack.

Reading my Dream Journal

Just a frag of reading my DV dream journal. In one entry I have twelve one sentence fragment dreams.

Attack


Starts I'm in the catacombs that Data built in my inner world. I'm there planting bombs on the sides of walls and doors. Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine are with me. The ordeal gives me the creeps. They tell me a big attack is coming from the Remote Viewers.

The dream speeds up to much into the fight. I'm sneaking around the outside of my house with my dog with a phaser in my hand. I enter a side door and go inside to see something I don't like and forget what. So I rewind the dream and I'm back with my dog on the other side of the house. I sneak around the corner and push my dog into the ground because I see remote viewers peering out the window this time. I guess they remembered the rewind and knew where I was coming from. A guy that looks like a cross between Shawn Bean and Colm Meany runs around the corner, and someone shoots him from behind me, Then Data runs from behind me with a phaser and then runs ahead. My vision zooms out to third person view for a bit and I see my house is located on something like Grove Street from GTA San Andreas. In the Roundabout parts there is a large gunfight going on. But instead of Grove gangs in green VS red Ballas, It's people in starfleet uniforms VS random guys in Casual bowling shirts.

I hear an explosion and then I see my house begin to fal into a sinkhole. I fly from the backyard to my neighbors where Jaas and his GF are standing watching the scene. Jaas says to me, "Aww that sucks man. Wanna come hang out and have a beer?"

"No way," I said, "I have a lot of work to do." I go to my front yard and all that's left is the wall frame of my house and a knocked over mailbox. I pick my mail box up and find a place to put it in the ground and then I wake up.

Walking on a slope with some other people, and one of them starts throwing fireballs, pretty much like Super Mario, on his friends who are walking on the ground down beside the slope just to get their attention. I think: "Out of its context, this sounds like the premise for an ugly dream".

Last night, I only slept about 6 hours because I had to leave at 4:45 AM to catch a 7 AM plane flight.

So the only dream I remember was some guy asking about tuplae.

I also took a nap for pretty much the entire plane flight in order to make up for lost sleep. I had a (not particularly vivid, but ok) dream that I was going through airport security again. I realized that I had already gone through security, so I had to be dreaming! I then tried my new telekinesis reality check suggested by someone on here, and it worked quite well. I think I walked through security without finishing, saying something like "screw you" to the guard (I promise I'm a nice person irl c: ) and then used telekinesis to throw some random toy guns around. It worked great!

New definition of tooth dream.

I was sitting somewhere in a house. I was over a bucket and my teeth were falling into it. But something else was wrong... Too many teeth were falling out. When I looked closer it wasn't teeth falling out of my mouth. but crystals!. I wasn't exactly puking them for they seemed to form from my mouth. And when they landed in the bucket, they fell apart like crystal sand. I filled the bucket. When it stopped, Raven Knight emerged from a different room with a very large bucket of crystal sand. She also had a disturbed look on her face. "Well I'm glad that's over with." She said. I wondered if this was a by product of something we had been doing in earlier dreams.

I decided on a whim to attempt DEILD as I went gack to sleep after waking up in the morning (I had today off) and I woke up in my room, except there was a poster on the wall. I was immediately lucid.

However, a big note hug from the ceilingnona piece of rope, just beyond my bedroom door. Apparently, I tried to buy a bomb to murder someone who had angered me, and the shopkeeper explained in the note that they had notified the police. For some reasons I forgot that I was in a dream and panicked as I tried to recall when I tried to buy a bomb, and then when I remembered I was in a dream, I simply woke up to escape my situation.

Didn't realize that it's almost the deadline in Eastern time. Let me write these out really quickly. I have been visiting my parents and also recovering from the effects of finals, so my sleep has been very deep lately. As a result, I haven't had lucidity these last few nights :/ Oh well. It's a work in progress and I can't give up, right? At least I have been sleeping 8 hours a night, which feels AMAZING. But tonight I will be getting around 7 because I have a super early plane flight.

Dreams from April 28-29:
- Some lady I know (can't remember who) was telling me that Britney Spears was in a romantic relationship with another woman. She was living the boring life of a housewife. I accidentally rubbed against her while I was flying (I have NO IDEA what this means, but it was in my note about my dream that I wrote in the middle of the night), and I realized the lady (Britney Spears' significant other) was actually the lady I was talking to.

- I had to take a test in band for some reason (my band class doesn't have tests). It was really hard because the pictures and the notes kept changing. Normally this would've clued me in to the fact that I was dreaming, but my sleep was too deep.

- I was no longer first on the waiting list for Technical Communication. Someone had changed the time, professor, and waiting list -- I was like 4th or 5th instead of 1st (which I am in the waking world). I was livid.

April 29th-30th:
- A tornado occurred from different types of winds meeting.
- I talked to one of my friends about the programming lab we were working on, and how long it took for me to code portions of it.

...And that's it. 5 dream fragments = 2.5 points.