dream fragment

Date: December 13, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Total Sleep Time: 81/2 hours

Fragments

1. I was filling out an application for something...
2. I saw the letters UAE...
3. I was putting grades into my grade-book for my students...

Let's see if I can improve on this tonight.

We were at this one place and he wanted to drive us back home. We got into this one car and he started driving. At first, it was normal driving. Then after a while, He started going crazy and hitting all kinds of stuff like cars, signs, trees, etc.
I told him to let me drive because he said that He's driving like that because he doesn't really wanna drive. So I drove and then It became GTA 5.
I was Franklin and I was driving in the water with a fertilized egg that's about to hatch in my pocket.
The police were onto me for some reason and they caught me.
I was about to be put in jail but luckily, The egg in my pocket hatched just in time to distract them and i got away. Soon I woke up.

I woke up at my old highschool and found out that I was still in school when I already graduated.
I knew that I graduated already and gained a little bit of Lucidity, but I was still unable to do anything.
I went to my first class which I forgot what it was. After that I went up stairs to my second class and saw only 4 people there. We decided that since there were not alot of people, we could just sit here and relax.
I stayed there for a while where it got kind of bored that we all started falling asleep. Even the teacher fell asleep. We were all like the teacher is asleep, we can do anything. the teacher then woke up and said oh no u don't. Then we got to do work which I forgot what it was. After that, I went down stairs for my English class.
Unfortunately, the classrooms were blocked off by huge rocks for some reason so she couldn't teach us that class period. Got lucky lol. Then I woke up.

Yesterday I went to sleep like 3.30 I think and programmed an alarm for like 7.30. I wanted to try a theory, when I woke up I was already dreaming, but I can't remember much, It was all kinda foggy and in sepia colors. I remember seeing my grandpa doing exercises. I woke up and kept sleeping. Late in the morning I woke up naturally several times, but I can't remember those dreams, only the last one. I was with a bunch of friends (and not so friends) from my school, I haven't seen most of them in a year or maybe more. This was a dream sign, but I didn't catch it. I remember someone was cooking. A LOT, I mean there was maybe 15 or 20 different dishes,all different. Then I felt something in my throat and couldn't swallow, I start coughing and then woke up. I was sleeping on my belly and had a lot of saliva in my pillow... Too bad I can't LD lately

Fragments (Don't really care for 'em)

I was climbing a water-slide made out of sand. I don't know how that works either. The water-slide was in the woods behind my neighborhood.

My subdivision had been replaced with some sort of beach area. There was a river running where the road used to be. The beach had a lot of broken glass on it, but all of it had been eroded by the waves and made into round stones. (Y'know beach glass.)
Different areas had different colors of beach grass. A dream character was explaining to me that the different colors can symbolize different things.

I was in the hunger games universe. (Agian?! I don't even like the hunger games.) And there was this tradition that if you light a lot of candles the night before the tributes are picked, you won't get picked for your district. We had this big chandelier thing covered in lit candles so that I wouldn't be picked as tribute tomorrow.

I can't remember how I got lucid, but I was in the baseball diamond at the front of my neighborhood. I think the house that was closest to it was a little odd. The other thing that I recall was that there were dark storm clouds overhead.
S was there. He told me this was a shared dream. We decided we wanted to have a flying competition.
I did my old method of flying that worked surprisingly. (Not focus flying.) I held out both of my hands and jets of fire formed in my hands. (Though it was a red fire, not a blue one.)
S mimicked me. He held out his hands and started flying too. I was ascending slowly, but he was going even slower. Once he realized I was winning, he somehow changed the flames in his hand to a green color and started going about three times as fast, he passed me in altitude.
I turned my flames green. I started moving up faster than him again, and started catching up.
He started changing his flames slowly from green to blue to purple, and continued accelerating. I changed mine to purple and caught up with him. We were in the grey storm clouds now, but we still had a general idea of where the ground was.
He was getting frustrated, and turned himself into a ball of purple fire. He began to loop around and head back toward the ground. I too turned myself into a ball of purple fire and looped toward the ground.
We dived twoard the ground, and we both pulled up before hitting it, only to see that there were a pair of large trees blocking each of our paths. S hit his first, landing with his stomach and he slid down it sort of like when a cartoon character hits a glass wall.
I was somehow able to phase through the tree I was about to hit.

I had an FA from the shared dream. S was asleep in a sleeping bag on my bedroom floor. I was in my bed.
I went to wake him up and ask him if he had the shared ream with me. He held out his phone and started snapping pictures of me. I tried to stop him, but he still took quite a few photos.
He then actually got out of the sleeping bag, and was really angry. He was taking the photos because he had some app on his phone that would take famous scenes from movies and replace the faces of the characters with the faces of whoever you took pictures of. And all of mine looked really bad because I flinched away from the camera. The movie theme was star wars.
I asked him about the shared dream and he said that he had experienced everything the same as me. He told me I won the flying completion because he didn't know how to phase through the tree.

That day I asked S if he had recalled the other end of the dream. He said no.

Morning of December 13, 2013. Friday.



This is another dream about a “dream power”, the most common ones for me being continuous telekinesis and hovering as if there is no gravity to speak of relating to the human body only (as nothing else floats). Hovering usually brings about very vivid and full lucidity. Telekinesis, on the other hand, does not usually bring about anything other than semi-lucidity, yet with an orientation that the power is also “real” in real life.

This is a longer dream, but keeps repeating the same scenarios where I simply bring a white glass mug on a table up into the palm of my right hand by mental will alone. My sister Marilyn watches at times, seeming only slightly surprised. This is an effortless dream power for the most part, much like hovering – which simply requires lifting both legs up slightly and remaining in the air, and from there, actually flying.

The effect, when it comes to objects, is very much like a trick I had done in real life years ago, where a rubber-band (fixed within the cuff of a shirt) is used to bring something into your hand. The speed and force is very realistic in my dream.

In this particular dream, I test various distances, even from across the room, and am successful at it. I almost cannot even see the object from where I am guiding it swiftly through the air from, but it still works in all instances. This dream is mostly with the white glass mug. In other dreams, I had spent most of the time willing doors closed or open with equal success. There is no “shadow play” in this one (as is often the case) as I am only vaguely aware it is a dream – yet, again, somehow still in regards to practicing a supposedly real ability.

In the last part of my dream, I go outside and yet am still able to will the mug to fly out from the house to where I am (about two houses away and on the sidewalk) and straight into my hand. My family is to my right on Loomis Street. There is a confused man with a gun in the middle of the street as we watch from the sidewalk on the western side of the street.

With little effort, I make him drop the gun by directing some sort of telekinetic force at it - and then cause it to slide along the street, continuously just out of his reach as he chases after it upon each longer slide (of about five feet). I do this about six or seven times and it gets to be a bit annoying, as he is still within nearly attainable distance of the gun at times. Then, a somewhat mentally “slow” man walking from the north looks in our direction. I mentally will him to pick up the gun (as he seems to have little mental will of his own) and shoot the other man in both feet (just enough to take off a bit of the outside). Nothing much happens after that other than the other man tending to the pain in his feet and no longer posing a threat.

I didn't try to consciously lucid dream, but I guess my DILD's had a different plan.

Uno:

My face was cold, and then the rest of me started freezing. I just sorta looked around for a minute before realizing there was only one thing standing in the dank, stone room. A tall mirror stood in the middle with inscriptions on the top gild of the mirror. All you Potter-heads know EXACTLY what I'm talking about by now(Erised). I was haaaapppeh. This was a good dream line and I knew I was sick so should probably stop dreaming, but I ran up to it anyhow. The entire mirror was covered in thick, black dust. That's fine, I'll just wipe it off, right? Wrong. I stood there for a couple dream minutes, polishing it with my sleeve, but it didn't do jack. For a moment, I almost got mad, but it took a while before I realized it didn't really bother me.
My dream looses focus and I wake up. I blame cold medicine.

Dos:

I'm freezing on a rock's ledge far above the ground. My dream created bitter cold wind biting into my skin, but I think I should just sleep with more blankets at this point. Anyhow, I'm closer to the base of the mountain, thankfully, but there's this dude at the very edge of the ledge. At this point, I'm kinda curious who he is, kinda curious how long it'll take for the cold wind to become warm, but I know exactly who he is when he turns around. There's a long scar down his left eye and cheek over what I said would be fine features. His hair's dark and his eyes are silver, but he still has the mouthful of canine teeth that I created. He's one of the characters from my stories.
Dream ends. I just go immediately back to sleep which may have caused the DEILD dream next.

Tres:

My dream plopped me squarely (rectangely? I mean, the Hallway's not a square.) in the Hallway. I immediately swaggered over to the first door and opened it without really caring. Two small candles resting on great metal bars stood before a giant tapestry that I fuzzily remember dragons and fire being embroidered on with incredible number.
I just stood there for a moment, watching everything. Chills started to work their way up my spine and I suddenly got this sense of foreboding and anxiety that knocked me on my dream ass. Just as I was about to shut the door (Common sense! Yay!) I noticed there was book sitting on the ground between the medieval lamps. As I started to move closer to the book my dream faded off.
Such good timing. I don't remember waking up, I just sort of floated into the next dream, I think.

Cuatro:

I'm standing in a giant tower. The sky's a raging black and the ground is rougher than obsidian. Even the cool grey stone bricks of the tower are dark in the lighting, and the sounds of war ring out below me. A huge army is amassing at the base of the tower, stretching out over miles. They certainly look, let alone sound, intimidating, but I wasn't even close to being scared. That's when I realized they were MY ARMY! I started my little victory dance: The electric slide coupled with the Thriller in an amazing moonwalk montage that features the Worm and some very awkward break-dancing, but then my dream faded as I woke up coughing my lungs up.

Seis:

Musical instruments line the walls of a small room with no doors. No doors is never a good sign. I was still grooving with it, though. A clock was mounted over the only clear area in the entire area, but I didn't take much notice of it. The hands were pointed at 0...Couldn't be a very effective clock. A sound erupted from a cello at the other side of the room. If you didn't know, cellos tend to sound VERY NICE. This one resembled a person ripping a poor wittle squirrel's teeth out more than a musical. The other instruments began to join in: Ukuleles, pianos, guitars, flutes, trumpets, tubas, violins, drums, triangles, clarinets and far too many more made a horrible ratcheting sound in their complete discordance.
I really didn't like that clock. The hands began to move as the sound rose in intensity, and between my shoving fingers in my ears, I reached up for it. It took a minute for me to grab it, even though I didn't grow, and I smashed it against the ground. The sound faded until a piano was left playing Hallelujah in Jeff Buckley's fashion.
Dream faded.

Siete:

I'm sitting at a desk. There's no walls and no floor. I'm just there with my chair at an empty desk. Simultaneously, a sign and single white pen appears on the desk.
"Write "dead" on your desk."
My first reaction is like: What could it hurt?
My second reaction is: No. For those who don't know, white is considered all the colors of, at least, our visible spectrum. Equipped with this dream knowledge, I slipped off my chair, and started to draw the grooves in a wood floor. I gently blew on the white lines I drew into the black, and a three dimensional groove appeared in dark wood. The sign yelled at me. "Deviant. Write "dead" on your desk."
I didn't really care, to be honest. This was too awesome. I kept drawing the one plank until I came to spot where I thought a wall might look nice and just drew straight up into nothing. A dry-wall appeared as I breathed on it again, and I quickly formed a pale blue plaster with dark bronze patterns at the edges.
The sign yelled again. "Deviant. Write "dead" on your desk. Complete your reconstruction."
I didn't stop. I'm a bad deviant. After a while, I finished the outline of a small room. The sign kept yelling at me, repeating the last line over and over again. Out of pure instinct, I drew a small window across the room and filled it in with my white. Another person on the other side blew on it, and light flooded in from outside. The sign yelled again, as the light hit it and the desk before fading completely away.
I liked that dream. I really did. And then I woke up and wished I had a white pen to draw my cold away.

Ocho:

Two swords rang out against each other, clashing in darkness. A figure of a person I knew and definitively hated swung his sword again, to my parry. I'm sure my blow-by-blow report of an evenly-matched fight would bore you, so I'll skip that and get to the point: We were evenly matched just as we always would be.
Dream faded into Nueve.

Nueve:

While the other dreams had been longer in nature, this was short and sweet.
A lady treading on nothing in a white sky that glittered silver and sparkled without light stood before me. She was elegant and strong, beautiful without anything one might consider beautiful.
"You are brave. Stay with your bravery until the end."
I wanted to ask her a question, and I felt it rising in my throat as I woke up in a cold sweat.

My husband was about to throw away a box of chocolates my mom brought. "No, these chocolates are my favorites!" I objected and stopped him.

I kept waking up due to pain in my throat, so I ended up with six dream fragments. These are my dreams in chronological order.

DILD:

A friend I know in real life is walking beside me in the autumn woods just behind her house. She looks a bit strange to me, inflated like a balloon and stretched around the eyes, but I don't pay much attention to it. The path we're walking is clear through the brush and a light dusting of snow hides under thick branches. I already know where we're going: A large circular camp with an odd hide tent and fire-pit that has died in the cold gusts.
We both have guns slung over our shoulders (a Ruger M77 for me and a Ross rifle for her if anyone's interested) and mine was cooler! By the time we reach the encampment she silently moves behind the tent. I thought that was kind of odd, but whatever. It's a dream, weird shit happens. Seconds later, I hear a shoot ring out, and a bullet whips by my face. I got to seeeee the bullet. My dreams are the best bros ever.
Because I'm awesome in both my real hunting and dream hunting, apparently, I swing the rifle off my shoulder in a fluid move and engage the bullet. It only takes a moment for me to aim from twenty yards and pull the trigger.
Dream ends. Saltwater is gurgled and Benadryl is taken in copious amounts.

Slightly graphic
WILD:

I'm sitting in someone's living room with a government-style dossier in my lap. Paper targets litter the floor and the bulls-eyes are ripped apart by large-caliber bullets. The dull sofa I'm chilling like a baws on is torn and stained in more place than the dreaming human mind can count.
So, I open the flimsy paper book and a severed human head greets me. His skull is ripped open in five spots that look to be about .22-size organized in a triangular shape but it looks to have been bleached under water. A vague sense of familiarity encases the picture when I realize I passed the guy on the street last week.
This carries on with multiple people I can barely consider acquaintances: A late cashier I saw being yelled at by their boss, an elderly lady I helped walk across the street and another foolish skateboarder who fell trying to jump eight steps. Each had nearly identical wounds to the first but the last picture has thin blunt force trauma instead of entry wounds. Guess which one.
Dreams ends. I wake up coughing slightly.

DEILD:

I'm in a gigantic skate park in the middle of the night. I'm not on a skateboard: I'm on a hoverboard. With a laser gun. Not a ton to this dream: I just hovered(?) around shooting other people on their boards between my sweet moves. Nobody else was recognizable due to a paintball-esque suit, but I didn't the feeling that I knew them. You know how your dream tells you stuff like this. But, when someone got shot and fell off their board, they disintegrated on the floor in pixel-like dust.
I didn't win, but I didn't lose either by the time the dream ended.

DEILD:

So I was a swan. A black swan, precisely. I'm not really sure why, but when I tried to move my arms they were big black wings. "Oh, I'm a black swan!" Not gonna argue with my mind there. I flippered, floppered, swan-walked around a little on a strange little hill before I decided to go flying.
It was pretty awesome. One of the better dream flights I've had, because I felt the need to actually FLAP and all. But I knew what would make it cooler: Mid-air fights. Another swan, maybe. I just let my mind process it. Before I had time to really react, three Arado Ar 76 (German jet fighters) pull out of the clouds.
Aaaand, I spit fireballs at them, from my awesome black beak. Rolling, diving, twisting and turning around the pit-patters of machine gun fire and then fireworks as I ignited their engines. Every time I put a plane down another one came out of the clouds until the sun set.
Dream ends. More saltwater gurgling.

WILD:

This one was pretty awesome. When I used to LD a LOT, I created this thing called the Hallway. I used the Hallway as a cool way to access dreams I could remember or plot-lines that my subconscious would be cool. Basically, my mind's eye thinks it's this insanely tall, narrow corridor that stretches out longer than I can see, with monotone brown doors on both sides. Each door has plaque on it where I can "write" whichever dream or things I want in my dream.
I got to revisit the Hallway again, and I picked a dream that looked exactly like the Hallway, because I figured that'd be awesome dream-ception. When I stepped into the new hallway, however, there was only one door. And a centaur behind me. Just as I was stepping through the next door after dodging a charging centaur, the dream ended.
I had to get up and do some crap, but I just passed out on my bed later.

Non-lucid dream:

I was playing a violin. I have no clue how to play violin, but it sounded quite nice. As I played the violin, however, surges of strange colors would flood my vision and twist the environment like I was stuck in a kaleidoscopic tube. There's not much I can say other than each note turned into a specific color or in a predictable way. Associating sound with visual context would be a cool way to learn music in real life, though.

Fragment

I am riding the school bus. I know S is there but everyone else is unfamiliar. We are going on a field trip to look for art references of all things. I think I got mildly lucid and was looking for my dream guide as an art reference.

Fragment: Minecraft


I am in a rainforest biome. I jump off a mountain into the water.

Brains!

I am in my tech school class and the room looks pretty normal save for there is a door in the corner of the room where we have the green-screen set up. The greenscreen has been replaced with a marker board and the remaining camera equipment has been pushed aside.
I am on my computer... doing whatever when the teacher calls us over by the door. He begins by drawing a brain on the board. (Given this is an art class, I think we are learning about... how to draw brains...?) So I expect he will experiment with drawing the brain from different angles and what not.
No, the dream goes a different route. The teacher is actually going to lecture us on the different regions of the brain and what their functions are. (Again, this is an art/computer animation class)
The first thing he does is draw a small circle in the middle of the brain. He makes a joke by saying that this is how much of his brain is actually functional. A few people laugh, including me. He then erases the circle and begins talking seriously about the lesson.
I get bored almost immediately and begin to think about how this lesson COULD actually intrest me. I think about the only brain related topic that I'm actually interested in, in hopes that maybe I could bring it up in the class discussion. (Obviously that topic is dreaming.)
Hmm...Dreaming. Lucid dreaming. I should do a reality check.
I don't even finish my thought when a dream character bursts through the door and shoots me with a gun. I wake up.

Well screw you too, random dream character.

By the way, i just wanted to say i have never experienced anything like this before, although a few weeks ago i did wake up in the middle of the night and i thought my boyfriend waas standing in the corner of the room but then i realised he was next to me and the shadown faded away, i never thought anything of it until now as i thoiught i was seeing things, (which i probably am)

First thing I remember is being with my 2 best friends (they exist IRL). We were going to a park. I remember us walking down the street trying to find some cool place in this park. Suddenly both of my friends disappeared and I was in a basement with the tiger. This looked pretty much like a mission from a game like GTA but pretty realistic. The tiger was really small, it looked more like a big savage cat but really cool and friendly. The owner of the tiger was in the house and I needed to be careful. It was a weird house, the architecture had no sense at all, the basement was below some stairs and was really tiny. At some point the owner (was a skinny blond girl) started going up these stairs and calling her tiger, so I "communicate" with the tiger and make him meow, she relaxes and keeps going upstairs, she didn't see me. So I keep going with my mission, I open a sliding door (or window maybe, it was kinda small) and let the tiger out of the house. Suddenly 2 dogs start barking at me and the tiger. I try to tell my tiger to kill one of the dogs but instead they started to play friendly. The girl came out of the house with some kind of rifle, she realized I stole her "kittie" and started chasing me and shooting me. My tiger and I started running faster than I ever did. My tiger was much faster than me so I lost him. Those two dogs also were chasing me. I remember my keys fell from my pocket and my friendly tiger gave it to me with his hands, and then I started looking to my keys specting to find a flare gun (weird, i know) but it didn't work. So there was I being chased by a crazy woman with a freacking rifle and 2 dogs (whom i think they both transmuted into humans). One of the human-dogs got hit by a car, then i realized the girl was also owner of the dogs. Basically I realized i stole her tiger and tried to kill one of her dogs with her own tiger. The persecution stopped and i walk to the girl and her looked at her human-dogs, she fell on the floor and almost unconscious she started crying, i felt a little bad but then I woke up and thought it was a really cool dream after all I made a tiger-friendd. I hope I see him again in my dreams

I'm not gonna take the time to use all my codes because I only remember one small part of this dream. I was posting up parking cones and yellow lining and I did a watch check and became lucid. All I did after that was mess around, because I was at a very light level of lucidity.

Fragment: Football.

I am playing football. (Strange b/c I don't even know the rules of football in RL.) We are about to score a touchdown when the other team starts cheating. I don't see how they are cheating at first, but then realize that some of the players on the other team are "football robots".

Fragment: Random

I am feeding ducks cheese bugles. (SERIOUSLY, BRAIN, WHAT THE HECK!?!?!!?) One of the ducks tries to fly away, but I think gets shot by a hunter. The other one starts barfing the cheese bugles back up next to me. They are much bigger and covered in ... duck spit? I don't want to eat them, even though the duck seems to be offering them to me.

Lucid Nightmare: Dentist in math class

I am in my math class. At least two other kids are talking about an assignment, and the teacher is pestering me about something. Eventually she stops and I get ready to sit down, but a dentist comes in and tells me I must have a dental operation.
A large dentist chair complete with instruments appears at the front of the class. The dentist sort of forces me to lay down and leather restraints go onto my arms. The dentist explains that I must have my braces augmented then he will use a laser to kill germs on my teeth.
We cut straight to the laser part. The laser comes down from the ceiling on this robotic arm. The projector is a chrome cone like device. (Another cool sci-fi design) The laser beam itself was actually a purple color. I get to somehow watch as the dentist uses the laser to clean cavities on the inside of my own mouth. But he seems to be making mistakes and having the laser hit my gums. This hurts. A lot.
Eventually, he gets done with the laser. He says he is going to start pulling bad teeth out. He gets a rather intimidating set of pliers and pulls out one or two teeth. This hurts. Even more. He keeps pulling teeth out, and I can feel the inside of my mouth. I'm trying to figure out what teeth he's pulling.
Okay, this has gone far enough. Somehow one of my hands gets free of the restraints and i do a nose plug RC.
I'm lucid, but the dream is really unstable. Heck, I can feel my arm in two places at once, pinching my nose, and sitting by the side of my body under a blanket.
Nevertheless, this dentist doesn't seem to like the fact I've become lucid. He begins to wake me up by casting a magical spell from his hand. I want him to stop (for obvious reasons), I feel for the tray by the side of my chair and grab a handful of dental tools. I'm ready to stab him when I wake up completely.

I was at Walmart putting stuff away in my work vehicle and it was night time.