dream fragment

Wow I haven't posted any dreams in ages––partly because I'm lazy, but also because I haven't been taking very good track of my dreams over the past few months. But now I'm trying to start keeping track again, and hopefully posting these will motivate me to write my dreams down more often.

I don't remember any dreams from last night, but I'll post a dream I wrote down a few weeks ago that was particularly long/crazy and had a ton of different parts in it. So yeah, here goes:

I go to [my college] and it’s the beginning of the school year—or so I assume because it’s all sunny and green outside and whatnot. It’s during orientation or something, and all the upperclassmen (the third and fourth years that is) have to join together to learn one huge dance. We all have to wear crazy colorful costumes with lots of feathers on them and stuff.

I’m late or something and I have to learn part of the dance from some random girl in a trailer near [the athletic center]. So I get in the trailer and the girl is showing me how to do part of the dance. It mostly involves some pretty simple move where I pretty much just have to step forward, then back, then to the side, or something along those lines. But she keeps saying I’m doing it wrong even though I thought it was super easy, so I figure I’m missing something.

Anyway, then the girl has to go somewhere, and there’s this random older guy (like a professor or something, I don’t know) standing outside the trailer who says he will teach me the rest of the dance later, but then he walks away. I become paranoid that I’m not going to be able to learn the dance in time.

I start walking around and looking at the various groups of people in their colorful costumes. It seems like everyone has split into groups and they’re all going to do separate dances. (I see [a girl I know from high school] and she’s talking about how her group has to wear fake boobs. Huhhh.) I think about how nice it is that the upperclassmen get to do this instead of doing stupid orientation activities.

There’s another short part where I’m lying in my bed (at home) and [two of my sisters] are also in their beds and asking me questions about some movie about a chef––but like, the whole movie is a euphemism for sex somehow and they’re asking me to explain it and I’m like, “Uhhh … I don’t know.”

In another part I’m working at [the library where I used to work] again, and I’m not really doing anything––just wandering around the stacks looking for something interesting to read. But every time I find a spot where I can just stand around and read for a while, I see some other librarians standing around talking and I’m afraid I’ll get caught.

I end up in some random corner where there are a bunch of flyers and booklets on a shelf and I’m trying to arrange them all in a neat row but they keep all falling over or turning outwards. I realize it might be a better system if I just had them all arranged so that they were facing out, but then I’m too lazy to change the arrangement I’ve already made.

Below that shelf there’s another shelf with gigantic picture books on it. They all look super old. Apparently they’re reference books and I’ve never seen them before, and they’re all really cool––so I’m like, “Whoa, why did I never know about these?”

(I think I either wake up from this one or I have a false awakening—either way, I have this disorienting moment where I still believe I work at the library in real life and then I’m really confused, like, “No I don’t … Wait, yes I do … Wait, no I don’t …”)

There’s some really short part where I’m watching some thing where Superman and some blond lady with a ponytail and I think a few other people are all running through this stormy landscape and then there are these helicopters chasing after them that are going to shoot at them, and Superman is like, “Haha well that’s okay, because I’m immune to bullets!” And all his friends are like, “Ummm … but we’re not.”

Yet another part: I’m in my grandparents’ (old) house, in their TV room. I think maybe my mom is also there? And I’m trying to call [my sisters], and then I try to call [three of my friends from high school] … because apparently all five of them are on a hike together. When I try to call [my sister] she doesn’t pick up her phone, but then this weird thing happens where she somehow answers the phone after her “leave a message” recording thing has played but I still can’t talk to her because she can’t hear me I guess. I think I actually talk to [my friend] on the phone but I forget what she says.

In another part I’m in some random kitchen (which kind of looks like our kitchen at [the place I used to live]) and I think my whole family is there. There’s this weird washing machine; [my brother] opens it and it still continues running even when it’s open. But the whole time it’s running, it’s overflowing and squirting all this water into the microwave which is situated above it. And my mom is like, “Oh don’t worry, that’s normal.”

At some other point, I’m at some random event and all my high school friends are there. We’re all sitting in this big field somewhere and it’s kind of getting dark outside. I’m talking to [one of my friends] and I have a popsicle stick for some reason––one of those ones with a joke on it. And I’m like, “Haha want to hear a popsicle stick joke?” and then I try to read the joke but I misread it and accidentally think it says something about Sherlock and I’m like, “Lol I can’t stop thinking about Sherlock.” (I had this dream after the day season 3 started, so ... it was actually true.)

And finally there’s some other part where there are a bunch of kids are having some kind of race and then there are these two boys who are particularly competitive with each other … ? Err yeah I don’t remember the details.

All of the information the government has been keeping on various people as well as other information (in the United States for the most part) about the government itself and its stealthy activities as well somehow accidentally ends up in full in various sources including the Internet, magazines, and generic newspaper advertisements. This is based only on one or two errors made by government, I think. I get an impression of being back in seventh grade at one point.

In the dream, I had carried a snub-nosed revolver everywhere (including in middle school). There is a point where, even though I am at the entrance to the middle school, there are a lot of people walking about, mostly older women, as if it was a shopping mall. I tell them about the disclosure that is occurring. I decide it is best to avoid people during the time they are learning the truth about their government - things which I apparently knew all my life. Somehow, I eventually have a flintlock pistol which is only a type of large cap gun or replica (with the barrel completely evenly sealed over in the front with black metal or plastic painted a metallic black). It is some sort of composite real-life memory of a real matte-black snub-nosed revolver, a silver six shooter revolver (I used mostly blanks in it and eventually ruined it - I think the blank caliber was too big or simply unsuitable or perhaps too cheap) and a flintlock cap pistol I had when younger. I am aware that the simulated "wooden" handle of the flintlock is actually only plastic and have a vague lucidity that I want it to be real wood as if I could force other people to see it as real wood (even though I am not fully lucid - otherwise I would just will it to become real wood). I am also trying to present it as a real gun on a special day when everyone is allowed to bring his firearms to school (including rifles) so that people can share information. It is fairly large for a flintlock and the teacher, thinking it is real, enjoys the balance and weight of it.

My sister M_ is in the dream, talking about the riddles and short jokes, one each on the back of a cap, which appears in the form of a large sheet (like postage stamps) rather than a roll, so that they have to be torn off to use individually. She is saying how she does not understand any of the jokes or riddles and gives a few examples (which I cannot quite remember). I make fun of them as well and tell two supposed riddles, but by example (in the dream) only. I say, "why is a cat like a match" with the answer being "they both scratch" (which is not really funny to me) and "why did the cat not use the match" with the answer being "because it's a cat" (which makes even less sense). My sister seems fairly healthy and alert in the dream.

I am playing around with the large cap pistol flintlock by stacking about four or five caps directly under the hammer with a few attached to the ones in the stack. When I pull the trigger, the whole top of the gun catches on fire, partly caused by some burning of the additional caps partly hanging down the side, but I blow it out fairly easily. It seems amusing and I realize no stack of caps would be high enough to really do much.

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I'm in this room full of people when all of a sudden this girl turns and talks to me, It turns out to be my ex-girlfriend from primary school (doesn't look like her but it is definitely her).
We start a conversation, in which I say sorry (It didn't end great between us and it is on my mind a lot), then I get a whiff of the perfume shes wearing...that smell......sends shivers through my body (the good kinda shiver), its the exact thing she smelled of in primary school.
She then kneels down to my level and shes getting closer then we kiss for like a millisecond... :/ .

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Fragments:
Falling from the sky at night past this huge tree with a huge fish bowl on top (in minecraft)



3.
Pretty difficult to put into words.

I never really played minecraft so i dont know why i had this dream. I was in a minecraft like world with some pretty dark depressing people. There was a large moon that light up the dark siky. there were dragons and evil entities trying to figure out where me and these people were at. i remember breaking up blocks of dirt and building a window in this cave so that we could look at the bright moon. One more note the world around us was like minecraft, with the blocks and such. But the people that were with me were as human as ever.

I'm at the top of the drive way, and I hear twigs snap in the trees beside the house. I know they're wolfs, so I try to get into the front gate because I know they are protection boundaries, but the little gate seems stuck. Then I hear grunting noises, so with out thinking I run top speed down the drive way to go to the street, but the drive way keeps getting longer and longer and I hear the wolfs catching up to me. I finally get to the street and cross it and go into the woods, then all the trees begin to slide across the ground back and forth slowing me down, I try to go through and passed trees but they keep getting in the way, all the while I still hear growling behind me.

I'm reading a scientific news article. There's a video of a man with a fox, and the fox is crying - as in, shedding tears. Through the use of some frequency, the man is able to induce "conscience." Reading this, it's causing me to rethink the nature of violence in the wild and morality.

Two extremely elegant women I'd been sitting with at a restaurant have gotten up to tango. I remain at our table, enjoying the view. They were the only two dancing at first, but a few other couples join in as the song goes on. The couple from the table just to my right gets up and goes to the dance floor, and they choose to place themselves directly between myself and the women I came with, blocking my view of my companions. I consider this rude.

Me and some girl are standing in someones front yard, I have never seen it before. The girl is on her knees doing something. I walk up to her to see what she is doing, I see her tugging at some huge candy gummy works from the ground. One is a sour powder covered one, and the other two are normal gummy ones. I decide to help her and pull at the gummy worms and then they pop out and land on the grass. We stand up and stare at them, then they shake and turn into a big rubbery pen, and a water bottle pen, you can drink water from it but it also has a pen at top. I think that it is stupid and must be one of those things you can win at an elementary school for selling shit. But me and the girl decide to pick who gets what she grabs the rubber pen so I'm stuck with the pen water bottle.

Me and timmy turner from fairly odd parents are walking on a sidewalk along backyards wooden fences. It is sunset and the sky has shade of pink, orange and purple with dark blue at the end. We go around the corner and there is a small grass field, we decide to walk across it because maybe it will be a short cut. Timmy doesn't talk to me the entire time. He stops at the end of the field and turns and looks behind me with horror on his face. So I turn also and see a huge red and silver robot taller than a two story building just standing there staring straight ahead. Then timmy runs and kicks it in the shin and it completely fall into pieces on the grass. Then timmy finally talks to me and we high five each other because the demise of the robot was so enthralling, then in the middle of our celebration timmy stops and has a weird look on his face, I follow his eyes to where he is glaring and see the robots parts dissolving into nothing on the grass, then me and timmy give each other a confused look and continue walking home silently.

today i dreamt i was in car and my left contact lense ripped off.


Dream elements:

-contact lenses
-in car



Technique used: ----------

hours slept: 8 hours

its been a long time since i have posted in my DJ on this site, i had been recording my dreams in my voice recorder before but i sorta slacked off there for a few months. anyways this morning i woke up at 6:00 and since i was still sleepy i went back to sleep and slept until 8 something in the morning. i had a short slightly fuzzy LD during this time.

the dream started with me in my house, i was looking out of the front window and i saw a large strangely shaped space ship that was colored red white and blue. i have recently in waking life been interested in UFOs so i was quite excited about seeing something so plainly and something so big. but then i thought "what if this is just a dream?" i did an RC but i had to do a few of them before i really believed i was dreaming. in fact i did the nose plug RC so much that i started to feel dizzy and felt i might wake up from breathing too hard so i stopped. but just to be on the safe side i did two more RCs one was to look at some text on something sitting on the counter and looked away and looked back a few times, i was almost convinced i was dreaming, but i needed just one more thing to truly prove it. i tried levitating, at first it didn't work and i was about to conclude that it might not be a dream but i eventually was able to float a bit above the ground cross legged while holding my feet. funny thing is i had read on DV that someone couldn't fly very much so they just floated everywhere cross legged like a, i might have somehow remembered this in my dream.

anyways i was now convinced i was dreaming (that took a lot of convincing huh?) i think the reason i was so skeptical is because i tend to do a few too many RCs in a row in waking life just to make sure i am actually awake. maybe i should bring that down a bit cause it makes me skeptical in my dreams too. anyways after i was sure i was dreaming i went out into the backyard, someone else was with me, possibly a friend of mine but im not sure. i found that i was getting around by grabbing things and pulling myself along with my feet off the ground. at some point my friend challenged me to climb the side of my house on the side where the gate is which is a lot higher than other parts. i climbed up the gate and tried climbing the side of the house which was just brick, i dont remember if i was able to do it or not. i dont remember how i got there, maybe as i was climbing my surroundings changed, i found myself in a building of offices and there were people around. i remember talking to them although i dont remember what they said or what i said. to try and stabilize the dream i was touching things, i picked up a small block of sticky notes feeling it and i took one off and felt that too, but my touch felt slightly numb and i knew the dream wasn't stable and i was losing lucidity or the dream was fading into another. i eventually lost lucidity, i dont remember much after this, at least nothing worth mentioning that has enough details to put down. the only one i remember being more vivid is i was over at my neighbors house, the one whose house i had never been into in waking life but oddly i visit it occasionally in my dreams. my and some other people were having a sleepover and there was food and i was making some sort of chocolate dessert, my mom was there.

thats all i remember but its a start to getting back into lucid dreaming. the lucid dream was a short lucid to medium length lucid dream. i can never tell how long i am in a dream by seconds or minutes, i cant even ballpark it oddly enough. to me it was maybe a few minutes maybe five maybe two so i really dont know. didn't achieve any goals. still like i said, its a start.

Me and my grandma enter this amusement park, the evening sky is unnatural, above it is like nighttime, but on the ground it all looks like daylight lighting. We can see the ferris wheel, and we barely got into the place when we stopped at this shopping area with lots of booths. Colorful ones, we go to this navy blue one and they are selling these electronic things that look like a nose and you put it on your nose and you blow air through your nose into it and each one makes a different sound. The one I was messing with was making siren sounds haha. My grandma had one that made synth sounds, and then a crowd of kids ran up and grabbed all the other ones before we could see what sound they made, so me and my grandma just bought the last two that were already in our hands and we wore them and breathed through them and we laughed the whole time.

Well this one is disturbing for me, and prolly you too but I don't want to cheat my dream journal so here goes:
I am in a night scene in a village or town, and there are groups of dogs running around the streets, I think (in hindsight) patrolling the neighborhoods for terrors. I am with a group of people one of them is at the entrance of a stairwell with a door heading down into a basement/catacomb. He says a prayer before we head in and down. As I walk down the stairs I also say a prayer out loud for us, a protection against fear blessing. "Dear Lord, please bless us with a protection against fear, in Jesus name we pray, Amen." I reach the bottom of the steps and there is a large group of people, many children and a few adults staring at us. I asked them what they are doing here, and don't really get much of an answer I can remember. The other guy with me I think he says they are vampire thralls. So I grab one of the females near me and look at her and she has bite marks on her neck. The other guy grabs one of them and suddenly there is a big vat of most likely holy water in the room and he pushes its head into the water and watches it dissolve away and the thrall ceases to be. I was behind him during this process so he could not see me, but I was still looking at the bite marks and I did not realize what I was supposed to be doing. I think at this point I was semi lucid, and I was confused, so I leaned forward and kissed her on the bite marks perhaps thinking I was supposed to play the role of vampire. I stopped kissing her because I felt her energy instantly change to confusion, she was wondering why I was doing that instead of putting her in the holy water. Anyways the other guy is done killing his thrall, so now its my turn and I take her to the vat, and push her head in and watch it dissolve. But here is the gross (nsfw) part. I start grabbing her chest and feeling her breast as this is happening, and also her butt and well lets say it was necrophilia and it woke me up and left me in a state of extreme confusion.

So now I am awake but still have this background thread of the dream running in real time in my subconscious. I wonder if those are thralls, where is the vampire, and just then he shows up. We get in a fight and I grab him and dive backwards into the vat pulling his head into it with me. But something happens the vat starts dissolving me, and the vampires face is badly damaged, and I completely melt away. But the vampire is standing by the vat now in a state of pain it seems and I am still aware of the scene. So I use all my willpower and make my spirit essence become strong enough that a mist of my arms come out of the vat and grab the vampire again and pull him back down. But he grabs the sides of the vat with his arms and is really strong resisting. Then the other guy (who now is a misty spirit like myself for some unknown reason) jumps on his back and our combined force brings the vampire into the vat and we all 3 die and the dream ends.


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Another dream scene same night, I am observing some sort of battle almost like a fantasy MMO game, but much more intense and awesome. One of my IRL friends is playing it with his party, and it is like the holodeck in star trek so it encompasses our whole perspective. Anyways he is summoning an amazing dragon that he is holding over his head and the dragon is launching all sorts of magic projectiles at a big beast they are fighting. Some of them get killed by my friend is the priest and he cast a mass resurrect spell and heals everyone to life again, and they battle some more and defeat the beast. Was a sight to see! I want that game!

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Different dream segment, am sitting at a table with a bunch of old Army coworkers/friends. They are catching up with me and one of them is getting a Lifetime Achievement Award. The other one I found out is promoted to Sergeant First Class, but the one that got the award was also demoted to Staff Sergeant (prior to the award). Anyways I had a semiracist/judgemental thought and woke up and had to ask forgiveness to feel at ease.

I am with my sister in mall. We are younger(like teenagers) again. There is a pool in the centre of the mall and she keeps picking me up and chucking me into it. A bunch of her friends show up and we go up on a platform in the pool. I grab onto one of her friends, he has red eyes and try to drown him. We fall off the platform and sink to the bottom of the pool. Every time he tries to swim up I grab him, push him down,stand on his body and push myself up to the surface. I get out of the water but he does too. I asked him why he wouldn't die. He replies that he is immortal and plus we were only under water for one minute. The platform turns into a table and we all sit down for a meal. There is a bowl that had powder in it, we pour milk on it and it turns into a pudding and then cake. I eat half and then another dessert comes. My sister asks me if I like the food. I respond with a bunch of strange head and hand gestures. She looks confused for a long time and then she's like "oh she thinks they're ok".

My highschool art teacher and I were put into a group together. We had to complete a series of art assignments first to win( I don't remember what the prize was or even if there was one). There were three other groups but they had four or five people in them. The first task involved painting wax onto a stick,building it up to a thick consistency. The second task was unclear, I think we just had to make a painting. The third task involved metal rings and using them to create a light fixture. It was chaotic and confusing and our group was last pretty much the entire time. I felt awful because I barely contributed to the projects.

This last part took place in a studio space I had in college. My old public school friend had copied a art project of mine. I had made a painting/sculpture of outer space , it had a planet sticking out of it. Her work was just an inverted version of mine. I was so angry at her because of the work I put I to it. I had to shoot out of a barrel up onto a floating island to collect the pieces for my art work. I told the professor that she copied me and he said that she would have to write three essays and create a new piece. I felt awful because I thought the punishment was too severe and I started to cry.

Several fragments based on Tolkien, involving hooded figures, the statement that "No (name of hooded figures) will survive Aragorn" which has some vague association with atheism, and a few scenes in which Aragorn is either fighting the hooded figures alongside one or two other humans, or calmly talking to them, and either way shown to be in complete control.

As Rumpelstiltskin, I'm stopping by the door of one of the storerooms. Belle's inside, talking. The room's mostly filled with straw, but it also holds a mirror, and she's using it to speak with the image of an old woman sitting in a chair and knitting, a woman I know. The woman's giving her advice. I'm pleased - partially at seeing the two of them get along well, but mostly at seeing Belle making use of my magic. They stop talking and Belle turns around and sees me watching them, and I feign disinterest.

As FK's Nick, I'm stretched out on the floor of my apartment, talking to someone and using a laptop on a low table to search for something; the side of me that's a disembodied observer associates this with the semi-lucid search techniques used in other recent dreams.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A vampire watching a woman turn, which at this stage mostly consists of becoming more physical, much like the old movies - not sexual specifically, just more aware of the senses. He's saying something about how there's no need to believe in a divine plan to explain the way they find each other again and again.

Mina and Grayson are talking in a train car; she says she loves him, and the moment she does, he's flung by some invisible force out of the car, into the next, which is filling rapidly with water, up to the ceiling. He's thinking something regretful about Lucy.

Nightmare: I see a picture in a dream of myself, but it is a perfect healthy physically fit version of me, and makes me extremely jealous and sad because I am not like that now.
I felt so bad and envious because it was an alternate reality version of who I could of been.

Action nightmare scene: A man is flying some sort of machine through a city, he is firing missles, homing, that hit some weird object. He flies down into the city and I assume lands.
Change scene and perspective, I am being hunted by that same man, I can feel him coming down the alley to my door. A neighbor, adult protector figure, is helping me hide.
He shows me a passage down into some tunnels under my home, and I try to get to a flashlight in the house but the man chasing me is too close to the door now and I leave without it.
In the tunnels I run and find a corridor with a series of lockertype doors on it, I pick one open it jump inside, it is huge inside, and filled with all sorts of knickknacks.
I burry myself in a pile of what feels like pillows and blankets and perhaps a stuffed animal. I cannot get the blanket to get over my head entirely and I wake up trying to pull my
blanket over my head IRL.

Fun good scene: I was walking to somewhere, recieved a call, girl asking if she could borrow my phone, she also invited me to a movie, Robocop.
I get to my destination, I am in a store snack vendor store buying food, my guess, the theatres snack store. I get a large sandwhichpizza thing, a drink and fries, large.
Woke up. Still have vague images of the dream running as a background process, a subconcious aspect of me is in the theatre with the girl on the date watching the movie.
Fall back asleep, movies over I assume, I am getting a refill for my drink, head outside with some friends, get on a bus, its free, my drink is huge have nowhere to sit with it.
So I just set it on the ground and stand at the entrance. Thus bus starts driving whereever, I look out the window and see three girls sitting on the sidewalk, one flashes us.