dream fragment

9/12/13, 10:45-5:50

I meditated before sleeping. I said a few mantras. Went to bed at 10:00, couldn't get to sleep till 10:45.

Dream 1:

I remember it was the 17th century. Britain was colonizing America. The Brits decided to build a railroad from Britain to America. That's crazy! Since trains weren't even invented at that time. Don't know why I didn't see the dumb logic in that. :/

Dream 2:

I remember a building. It might have been in Florida. That is all.

9/11/13, 10:00-6:00

Dream 1:

I was in a camp with buildings in the forest. I remember a girl from school.

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I also became lucid around 6:00. I woke up in my bed, feeling the rush of energy. I couldn't decide if I was awake or asleep! I didn't feel like moving to find out, so I woke myself up .

> Mike Watt in Brookville, PA and Trees

I was in Brookville and I saw Mike Watt there, Walking. I went up into a tree above the town and later came down from the canopy of trees.

> Aliens abducted me and my wife? (I'm not married in waking life)

This was like the alien abduction in the Jimmy Neutron movie; I went into the kitchen and it was like that. But I was attached to something by my feet and not all of the suction cup things were attached to my feet all over to keep me from falling.

Note: Prior to this, In the last few days I asked someone in the EQD chat if the person was about to zap me into an alien spaceship and I got a "Yes" response to which I said "OK" to.

My family and I are spending time at Disney World. We are heading toward the Haunted Mansion. It looks a little different than the real thing. There's a small "vampire house" in front of the main building overlooking a large stone fountain. There is also a man wearing a mask there who's performing magic tricks for people walking by. He waves his hand and my little brother Jared's right shoe disappears and teleports into the water of the fountain. Jared runs forward to take back his shoe but right before he reaches it, his entire body is flung backward by some invisible force of magic. The magician starts giggling, clearly having fun with it. Jared takes another try. This time pnce he gets close to the fountain streams of water shoot up and splash his face. Eventually he gives up and leaves the shoe. It was pretty comical.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was discussing something with some other people.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was checking around some forest, searching for someone and was able to grab and pickup whole trees in the process.

A voice saying "The demonic lovers, burnt out in the darkness," and an image of same: a beautiful woman, a witch, in profile, breathing out smoke, cigarette holder in her right hand, and as implied by the voice, she looks burnt out. Her left arm is cradling the severed head of a blond man, her husband. It's still alive, and in pain, and can't die. The things they did out of love led to this.

A man I know has come to my apartment to ask for my help. He looks like he needs it - pale, strung out, in a stained and rumpled suit. He wants me to draw or paint my visions, specifically the one I just saw, the witch with the severed head. He's still in the hall, I'm leaning against the door frame with my arms folded, I'm not letting him in because while I'd like to help, I don't believe I can do anything for him. I'm sure I can't paint/draw well enough to capture that image, not the way he needs.

Wrote a fragment down earlier tonight as "Talent, innate vs. developed" - no memory of that dream anymore but seems like a related theme. Other fragments were all very dull - a woman with tiger-striped hair, a game that summons pieces of different cities, walking in the rain and thinking about someone, the word 'mirror' in my notes with no memory of what that was about.

NORMAL
DREAMING

Recalled this dream from last night. It was very vivid at the time and my first nightmare in a long time! Either way, i'm just happy to be recalling my dreams every day again I went to bed at 2am, waking up at 6am and 11:45

6am

1) I was looking after a woman at the top of town, behind McDonalds. It was late evening, probably 9pm on a summer day, as the twilight was orange and still had brightness. I was keeping her safe from her mental husband. Why I was given that duty, I can't remember. The husband hated my guts, but kept me alive as i was sat on a bench with his wife, presumably because he had a gun and might have misjudged his aim. He walked off somewhere into the summer darkness, and he kept saying that we should leg it before it was too late. I was supposed to shout when he had killed someone. Me and the lady, who was very attractive, started running. She had a nice arse that showed through her tight tracksuit We were running through an area that looked very similar to the entrances of my local shopping centre, but not exactly the same. She kept panicking resulting in her fainting, like on those old movies where they're roll their eyes back, swoon and collapse. This was just making it take so much longer and making us far less safe, which was frustrating. I took her through a carpark, where it was very dark - night time now. It was a concrete carpark, completely empty. Suddenly, we were in her flat. We were a bit more relaxed now, and there didn't seem to be a chance that he would come round. She was drinking a bottle of beer, which looked like Fosters Gold, and we were flirting. We decided to put a film on. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a cocking gun, and a load of loose bullets were suddenly forced into my mouth by his hand. At the time this was terrifying, more so than actually being shot; I thought I was about to die, as it was clearly the mental husband who had done this. At this point, I woke up to a sharp movement as I had been falling. I was breathing very heavily.

2) This was a similar setting to the first dream which makes me think it was part of the same dream, but I'm certain I recalled it after and separately. I was sat on the same bench at the top of town. It was lighter now, probably about 7 or 8pm on a summer evening, and the whole sky was orange. I was watching a homeless man talk about some band, and how "that was music that he could really rely on".

3)This was another very vivid dream, but unfortunately I only remember it during the day, therefore a lot of it had gone I was at a garden party of some sort, chilling with friends at a metal garden table. We'd been eating these multicoloured sweets that reminded me of those Maowam balls, but smaller. They each had a dose of LSD inside it, and were in strips of about 8 in length, probably 5 strips wide. I'd eaten a few, but wasn't feeling anything at all, when my other friends seemed to be. This probably came from a recent mushroom trip, when I'd eaten the same amount as friends who were tripping hard, but I wasn't at all, so I decided to eat a couple more. There were only 4 left now, and I ate all of them. It was sunny, which is a change as most of my dreams recently have been cloudy I was now in Magaluf again with my friends, where we all went on holiday this July. I don't remember much from this part. I think I was now tripping, and me and a couple others were gathered in me, tom and will's bedroom. I also remember some sort of argument or bad situation in the hallways with a group of girls. Finally, I remember walking down a path on the side of the road with Ashley, who was having a bad trip of some sort, which is the same as what happened on the mushrooms.

All I got now is... fragments. Let's see...

Zombies.

I was a vampire. Except that I wasn't immortal, I didn't drink blood and I could walk outside during the day. But I was realy strong and fast, and in my dream, that meant I was a vampire.

Driving. A lot of driving.

And hiding. I'm not sure where I was or why I was hiding, but it was a really big, open place. Beautiful, mountains and everything. And I wasn't hiding anywhere, it was more of a magical shield.

I was at my house, in the garage. I was looking at my home gym, and was thinking of setting my bench up, so that I could lay on it and relax. I remember seeing Rach A, and we were talking about kids, and how people look after them.

Rach was eating candy, and she offered me a piece of it, which was in a round container. The candy was crunks.
Rach held up the candy, but now it looked like sheets of paper. On the candy it said made in 1995. The handwriting was pretty messy but was readable, and writing started off big and ended smaller. I thought it looked cool, and really wanted to taste and feel the texture of it shattering in my mouth.

Scene changed,
Daytime

I was now at a market place, in which I could see a outdoor eating area. There were people eating outdoors. It had a Italian look and feel to it. I somehow knew what the food tasted like.

I left the eating area and was faced with some lady wearing a Burqa (Turban), and a man. They had a basket full of bread rolls, and tried selling me some. They had a lot of bread in baskets.

I walked down stairs intending to buy bread there. I remember dropping something, as if I had my hands full. I was approached by a couple, which helped me pick the items up.

I reached down stairs, and a guy was sitting at the table, and he was telling another man that he had to do something with his life, as it was slipping away from him. I had a scene come to me. It was of a fighter and he was in between rounds, getting worked on by the cut man. The cut man was injecting steroid/cortisone into the man's eye brow.
(In reality, I was asked what I would like to do as a job, if I could choose anything, money no option. I love combat sports such as UFC, boxing, and would love to be a cut man, so I could see all the action and get paid for it.)

Dream Fragment,
I remember hearing or thinking of meditation, in which if you focused on your middle eye when meditating, that you would get stronger sensations.

NORMAL
DREAMING
REALITY CHECK POTENTIAL
REFLECTIONS

**** This is my dream log from the night before last night, as I never got round to writing them down on here. I had no dreams last night, which seems to happen whenever I have dreams in my mind that haven't been written here ****

I went to bed quite late last night, at about 2am. I woke up at around 9:30am with dreams remembered. I wrote them down and went back to sleep, as I was still sleepy. I was hoping to wake up at about 11am, with a healthy 8 hours sleep, but no. My body decided to wake up at 1pm

9:30am

1) I was in a school or college classroom with many pupils. I was sat next to my ex-girlfriend Caroline, and we were back together or at least trying, as we were very happy with eachothers company. We seemed happier than ever, and I seemed to be acting more myself than I usually did when we were previously together. It was a dreary, wet afternoon, and there were no lights turned on. Open blinds let in the wet afternoon light. We were watching a film on a projector, but I don't know what film. As we were waiting for the film to start, there was adverts, but not on the screen - in real life. It was for Tesco, and a man who I recognized from my job at the swimming pool was the host. He was showing us the new Argos-esq conveyor belt system for showing the items on sale. This probably came from the other day at my other Job in Trespass, where all the customers were mucking up our stock, and we said it would be so much easier to have an argos system of bringing items out on demand. The man was amusing, but I don't remember why. The film was very enjoyable, and I saw a pack of five raspberry maom rectangles to the left of me that I had been eating. I was holding Caroline's hand, squeezing it flirtatiously and kissing it. She didn't seem to mind, and returned the squeezing, but wasn't particularly affectionate about it. The film came to an end, and the lights came on, followed by everyone including Caroline other than myself leaving the room immediately. I asked her, "Was that it???!", surprised at the shortness, but she informed me that we were just stopping for an advert break. Instead of just sitting through the adverts, we all left to the library. It was her start of year induction, so she wandered off to sit with her class, as she is a second year and I've just finished college. I texted her saying that I loved the library, and that I'd just borrowed a new book, although I'm pretty sure I hadn't. The library had a similar lighting to in the film room, and it looked like a massive version of my local library. A teacher with short, strawberry blonde hair of about 50 years old began to take the register. I was excited for Caroline's name to come up, as I wanted to see how her strange surname was pronounced by the teacher, as well as how the class would react to hearing her name. She was near the start, although she should have been around the middle, and when her name was called (pronounced correctly) she waited a moment, before very quietly saying 'here'. She had put her head in her hands against the desk she was sat at, as if she was extremely ashamed. The teacher didn't hear her name, which was ridiculous as despite how quiet she had replied, she was sat right next to the teacher, and I was stood about 10 metres away and heard it. Her name was called again for this reason, and she said here faster and slightly louder. There were sniggers from pupils, including a boy amongst a group in secondary school uniform, looking too young for college. Suddenly, it had finished, and Caroline was getting ready to leave the library, presumably to return to the film. I couldn't find her, and received a text from her containing two long, confusing words that I had never heard before, leaving me puzzled as she was never one with a large vocabulary. There was something at the end of the text suggesting she wasn't returning to the film, saying goodbe. I wasn't particularly bothered by this. I walked towards where she was sat originally, passed it and continued down a corridor to the right, up some stairs. The walls were grey and it was lighter, I think there were some large windows on the left side of the staircase. I think the stairs were leading to the film room, which was strange as I came from the opposite direction originally. About three quarters up the stairs, I saw my friend Steven. W walking down from the room. As he passed, he said to me, "Are you one of those girls where time stands still, once a month?". This is a quote from a tampax advert that my favourite musician Aphex Twin sampled I laughed, and replied affirmatively.

The following dreams I recalled when I woke up at 1pm. I remembered some of it as I layed still, and the rest whilst I was writing out the first on my ipod.

2) I was at reading festival in a tent that I was sharing with my best friend Tom. R. It was pretty much the same as the tent I actually shared with him at Reading, maybe a bit smaller. I was sat by Tom's compartment, and it was very messy around me. Seems about right I picked up a leaflet which contained the news of our group at Reading Festival. According to one of the headlines, Will. Robinson had brought a 500 ounce steak into our tent!! Considering the massive size, I immediately tried to find it. Although it would usually be very easy to find such a large steak in such a small area, I could not find it. I fumbled around for it and found a large, floppy, flat and moist object that I thought could have been the semi-defrosted steak, but then I reconsidered as it would have been far bigger than this. I told tom about the confusion.

3) My friend Pasty that I've seen a lot of recently and I were in a large, spacious living room. I got the impression it was his own house, although I know he lives with his parents. He showed me a magazine dedicated to the topic of how to get laid everytime, without fail. He chucked it in a black, metal bin, as if it was a magazine basket, and told me that he'd have to read that this morning before going out. He then proceeded to move behind the sofa I was sat on, opening a door on the left to go for a shower. Again, lights were off but the windows let in afternoon cloud light.

4) I was having a stoned night out with Tom, smoking a lot of joints. We were by the cinema in town with others. We each had a very large bag of what looked like extremely vibrant green, strong weed. At least 4 ounces each XD The plastic back it was in was crinkly and not very soft like normal weed bags. For some reason, I owed an old lady, about 70 years old an 8 ball of weed. I really didn't have the money to pay for this, which is hilarious as I had soooooooooooo much weed and could have easily sold some to get the money, or simply just given her a hefty handful. We were now in a posh, dark room of which seemed to be on a very high floor of some sort of skyscraper office block. It was evening, probably around 9pm on a summers evening, as there was a dark orangey light from the twilight. We were with the old lady who was to my left, grinding up some weed for her, when the grinder broke. It was Tom. C's neon green grinder, and the spikey bits had all snapped off. She said she needed a grinder too, as well as something else. This was just too expensive for me (£2 extra? ) and I was beginning to worry about my money situation. I realized my responsibility however, and decided I had to get her a grinder and the weed. Me and Alice M. were now walking towards Wetherspoons to meet her, except the wetherspoons had moved in place of Nandos. We were sober now. When we approached the bouncer at the door, I was confident and felt I had nothing to hide, but he was very uncertain of Alice's ID, despite her being two years older than myself. This made me quite smug. She told the bouncer that her name was something very strange and that sounded nothing like a normal name, so I was confused. She then proceeded to ask, "recognize me from the telly?", and it suddenly made sense. We walked in towards the bar, and immediately saw our friend Andreas perched on top of the bar like a frog. It was dark in the room, with golden lights giving it the same light as in the normal Wetherspoons. We were speaking to him, and I think he was with other people we recognized. Suddenly, I was on the dancefloor area to the left of where I was originally standing, now with Ashley. H, in place of where the bar was. I asked her if she fancied a spliff, but she said no. Ryan. C, who was sat opposite me as we were now sat on blue plastic chairs like in primary school, said he fancied one. He then mentioned to two other people that I recognized that they could join in, and I mentioned it to a third guy who was sat to our left. I was happy to smoke them up, but was slightly annoyed as I get frustrated smoking with loads of scroungers. It had to go round five people, so I asked Ryan if he fancied making a massive one. Ryan now had a similar back of weed to me and Tom, and he put into the magically reformed grinder which was now red what at the time seemed like a normally large bud, and I was happy to match it. However, looking back it looked like at least a 3 gram bud! I looked at Ryan's bag of weed and initially thought it was much better than mine, but I decided in the end that they were pretty much the same size.

5) I was walking down a path at E. Park in my town with Tom. C and one or two other who I don't recall. We were walking towards town. It was very sunny and nice weather. He mentioned someone who I didn't know. When I expressed this to him, everyone was surprised, and Tom whipped out a picture of him. I still didn't recognize him. I kind of get the impression that this dream happened prior to the previous dream, however I definitely recalled it afterwards.

6) Effy and Tony from Skins were in a damn, dirty and scatty drug den like building. It was very small, and lit with a dark, red light. Effy was trying to express how scared she was and how she was "screwing herself out of every situation" (I'd heard this phrase on Bad Education the night before). She was getting very close to tony in a sexual rage, but Tony wasn't particularly fussed and although he seemed concerned, he told her that she was overreacting and that he had to leave.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some video game where i was going through a number of passageways, some were filled with sand, then i was also talking to someone about dragons.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing Spiral Knights and there was one room full of spike traps, i was playing with a group of people and we were discussing something about shields, armor and 'newly added' claw weapons.

Fragment: "So the little girl had a last (something) request."

Buffy setting. Angel has a son (not Connor), and someone is threatening to turn that son into a vampire. The vampire's trying to convince Angel that this would be a good thing - not trying too hard, he intends to do this for Angel's own good whether Angel wants it or not - and Angel's trying to show him why it's a bad idea. He calls out a kid vampire he'd made himself, Angel's holding him by the shoulders and the kid says he died when he was 8, looks older but not by much, and then says "I'm good with math, but facial recognition..." The point is that the brain stops developing before its time.

There were some earlier fragments in that same setting - talking about once-in-a-lifetime perfect happiness vs. just plain everyday happiness, and watching Buffy walking down a sidewalk past a brick wall.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Reading about Josephine Baker, a sister who'd died and a mother she'd admired.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Forever Knight setting. As Nicolas, I'm with some humans in a public place, in a hurry, when just for a moment I spot LaCroix and Janette in the crowd with someone else, a woman either I or Janette turned relatively recently, within the past century or so - I desperately want to be with them. I'd been cut off from them. I can't just abandon my humans here, but I have to at least get a message to them. I make my excuses and head back to where I saw them. (I'd seen them dressed as they did in the 1940s - symbolic for happier times together. Also a connection to a kid vampire, so this dream was probably partially inspired by the Angel one.)

In a hallway. LaCroix was here a moment ago, sitting in a chair at the end of the hall, and I'm looking at a telegram that was on the table next to him. I wonder if that bit about text in dreams changing when you look away is true. I focus on an 8; I look again, and it's a 58; then 8 again, then a Cyrillic н. I guess it's true. (As I was expecting it to change, this seems a bit pointless.) I then resume looking for LaCroix.

I'm riding in a truck with a man who spots a pair of coyotes and stops the truck to shoot them. I knock the gun off target.

With that same man, I'm standing over a pair of bucks who are lying on the ground with several arrows in their sides, suffering because I knocked the killing shot off course.

I'm with someone else, a guy from the city, and watching that man pull into his driveway with the body of a horse in the back of his truck. We're standing in front of his neighbor's house, a chubby, long-haired, middle-aged hippie who is burning something that looks like a sphere of hay the size of a beach ball. The fire spreads to the ground, and then to his neighbor's yard, burning in strange geometric shapes, circles and lines. I start clapping, seeing that man's property on fire. The hippie tells me about a protest he's about to go to, a bunch of people are going to jump off a clocktower, do we want to come? The guy standing with me isn't interested, but I'm up for it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A man and a woman with accordions warming up for a show in front of a mirror, the man comments on how beautiful the red of his accordion is.

I'm playing a piano duet with that man, and while his part is beautiful to listen to, my part has so little to do that I lose track of where we are and come in late, I play slow and haltingly. I wonder why he doesn't just play the whole piece himself, he could easily play my part with his left hand.

A machete being given to someone as a gift.

My IRL sister S. calls me and describes a place she stopped at as "a Twin Peaks diner." The use of Twin Peaks as an adjective makes no sense to me - what, do they have great pie with a side of prophetic dreams?

Twin Peaks setting, 3rd person, as a disembodied observer I'm looking at the trees along a mountain road, bare of leaves, small and spindly trees, so close together that none of them really had a chance to grow. A jeep comes down the road, driven by the sheriff, with Cooper in the passenger seat. Cooper's talking about how cold it's gotten, and he's pleasantly nervous about his date tonight.

There's an accident of some kind, an earthquake or a landslide, and the jeep gets stuck; the sheriff gets out of the jeep to walk along a footpath into the mountains. Cooper wants to take care of something in the jeep before he follows, something to calm him down before his date. The landslide or whatever it was that trapped the jeep has opened up a second path next to the usual footpath, and as a disembodied observer I think 'You are obviously being invited on a personal quest. Take it.' The sheriff doesn't take it. However, the usual path crumbles beneath his feet, and he lands on the second path anyway. At the moment the footpath crumbles beneath him, so does the road holding up the jeep, and it falls into a crevice with Cooper still inside.

1. Impression of a boy who might have actually been a girl + something to do with soccer, and two bulleted lists

2. I ran out of my grandma’s house to escape from a scary dark-clothed shorter man. I’m running down her gravel driveway as he comes out the door. The scene jumps into one of me running down a road in heavy rain, I can barely see where I’m going. I believe it was dark out.

3. I’m in a big jacuzzi-like bathtub, my dad is off to the left. I think it must have been on a TV, but I’m seeing a scene of Xena and Gabrielle from Xena: Warrior Princess making out/as lovers.

4. I have to pee but I can’t go downstairs because the bottom steps are blocked off by a curtain because we’re bombing for bugs downstairs. Apparently the bathroom up here didn’t exist in the dream, because mom says I’ll have to use that one - she points to a bathroom squeezed in in the space between at the top of the stairs and mom’s cabinet.

I pull the doors (there were two) closed, but then realize I left the way to the stairs open, so I push the outer door back open (even though it doesn’t really block the way well). I’m sitting on the toilet but there is no door anymore. Mom looks in and I get really upset. I run to my room nearly in tears, slam the door (it doesn’t work right as usual, so I pull up on the handle as I do because it’s messed up) and throw shoes at the door.

Inspiration: #2) No idea but it was scary! Although the rain part was interesting, such heavy rain! #3) I get the feeling I saw something about Xena in the last few months, but before that I hadn’t thought of it in a while. #4) We sprayed for roaches this morning. I woke up at 6:40 before the spraying and went back to sleep so the dream came after that. Come to think of it, that’s the longest dream I’ve had taking place in a house I currently live in.

Notes: I had a hard time getting to sleep and woke up multiple unrestful times. x_x Just realized all the dreams but one involved water… I did sorta have to go when I woke up but not that bad. Hm.

September 8, Sunday:

Dreams regarding Satanism which I was thinking of as I'd watched a documentary about David Berkowitz (The "Son of Sam") who said he was in a satanic cult.

September 9, Monday:

> Mother said she and father watched My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

> I saw things regarding the next Fallout video game and I heard the name of the game. For some reason an ice cream shop came to mind.

> I saw a video game store and I saw the sign above the door, And it was where a Bon-Ton store was.

I can edit more in to this post that I had.

A teenage girl who's recently begun to see strange things, people who look different to her than they do to everybody else, demonic, eyes in the wrong places or no mouths, and so on - she's thinking about one man in particular, a mentor or father figure, who now looks inhuman to her. She believes this is a delusion. But she's run across a woman who obliquely refers to herself as inhuman, clearly believing that they're both the same; and the woman goes on to talk about various creatures like them gathering, organized by that particular father figure, and about a 'sister' who that father figure favors, and weighing the pros and cons of killing that 'sister.' It's clear this girl is the 'sister' being talked about, though neither of them realize it.

This conversation had been happening at a food court in an airport while they were both waiting to meet other people, and eventually the girl put her head down on the table, folded her arms for a pillow and took a nap; when she woke up, another person was sitting next to her, a black-haired woman, talking to the first one, and when she sees the girl's waking up she tries to startle her. The girl doesn't get startled. The black-haired woman then says hello in a very odd, drawn-out tone.

(Woke up. That odd, drawn-out tone was the sound of a chainsaw next door. Back to sleep.)

Walking through mountains at night, talking about chocolate, and being followed by Gollum.

Going along with Buffy's friends on some scheme they've come up with, now that she's dead.

A small model of an obelisk, made out of salt.

I'm possessing a young man in college, and I'm doing a terrible job of mimicking his normal behavior, all his housemates suspect something's up with him.

Still in that college setting, a horror movie called 'Mandeathering' is recommended to me - I see a scene involving several creatures in a graveyard, one of them looking like Nosferatu and holding a child in his arms, described as a family that 'feeds on death,' and 'the weak ones' giving in to sadness or despair (though now I can't remember if 'the weak ones' were among the family or the ones they were feeding on). I google the movie, but think the guy recommending it must have gotten the title wrong, because none of the results I'm getting are for a horror movie; the first result is for a dream journal.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

On a ship, looking down at a human-shaped siren standing on an island and the man from my crew who's standing there with her. I'm thinking about going down there myself, but I'm also thinking about past experiences with things that call to you from the water, asking you to leave your ship. Never goes well.

Fragment of one person chasing another on horseback on that same island, something to do with a god.