dream fragment

Today I had a dream that is resonating in me. I know I have had this first part of the dream before, though I must have forgotten it because I don't have any memory of the last time I had it. In this dream I am a tough princess who has lost her kingdom to an invasion. I am also not myself, I look different and have a different personality. This is an elaborate dream and is very long so I will put out parts. Here is a map of the layout of the house for reference if you want, because I will mention places in the house and it's so fresh in my memory I can put it down. I will also mention that I knew I was dreaming but felt no desire to control anything because I was interested in letting this dream play out. Click the image to make it bigger.

Spoiler for house layout:

The part I have had before: It starts where I am standing in the main room of a house that I procured for me and the rest of the people that escaped the kingdom with me. There is me, my best friend from real life playing the part of one of my best friends, another girl who is my other best friend and kind of resembles my real best friend but she does not exist in real life, a young blond kid with an army hair cut who looked about 16 and troubled, and a body guard/ warrior who had protected me while we escaped. We had received word that one of my fathers court had also survived and he was making his way to us. He was also the only person who had the ability to to verify my inheritance. The last time I saw him he had put the slip in my hand that verified my inheritance but he had forgot to sign it. I was listening to my two friends talk about him, apparently they remembered that they had had a crush on him, when he arrived. I met him at the door and instantly took notice that he was very handsome. He brought his things in and settled into his room (im not sure where his room was. I'm guessing he just stayed in the bottom right corner of the house next to the sitting rooms table), while I walked around the house. I walked up to him after he was done and welcomed him. I got the sense that he liked me by the way he smiled at me and his body language while he thanked me and said he was happy to see me again.

I was feeling light and happy, like how any girl feels when she's just got swept away by a handsome, charming, man and I was strolling slowly up the small walkway through the house when I herd giggling coming from my other best friends room. I looked in and saw the new guy kissing on the neck of my other best friend and grinding his crotch against hers while she sat on the edge of her bed. My happy feelings instantly turned into disappointment and I sped up my walking until I reached the meeting room. My best friend noticed how I looked crest fallen and asked what was wrong so I told her what had happened. She took on a look of disappointment as well and she told me she had also hoped that he had liked her. We sat there talking about how much of a lucky skank our other best friend was when the body guard came in and said it was time to take the slip to a place to get it exchanged for my inheritance.

We all walked there together, the whole time I ignoring the new guy and how my other friend was staring at him dreamily. I noticed that I also had this odd feeling, like a haze of badness was hanging over us. We reached the place and I handed the slip in. Once it was out of my hand the bad haze went away, then returned again when they handed me a check with my inheritance. I remember it was a lot of money but I can't remember exactly how much it was. The whole time I was waiting for my check I noticed the new guy was staring at me with an interested look on his face. This confused me, but I ignored it and walked back home with everyone else.

I was sitting at table in my room, feeling depressed, when I got a strange feeling I was being watched. I looked out my door into the sitting room to see the blond teen sitting at the sitting room table, staring at me with a creepy look on his face. I kept going back and forth from looking at him to staring down at the table when he got up and sat down on the other chair at my table. He told me how he watched me often and that he was interested in me. As he explained this he scooted his chair closer and leaned toward me, which made me uncomfortable. I told him I wasn't interested but he wouldn't hear it. He got even closer and started to stroke my arm slowly while telling me how beautiful I was and I repeated that I didn't see him the same way and I was not interested. He got a dark look on his face and got so close his body was almost pressed against mine, his face inches away while he put his arm around me and started groping me with his other hand. I tried to shove him away and told him to leave me alone but he just kept going and I started to scream at him to stop while I tried to struggle away. I thought he was going to take it farther, I remember wishing the new guy would help me, partly because my character wanted him to and partly because I already sort of knew what was going to happen next because I had this dream before, when suddenly he stormed in and tore the teen off of me. He told him never to touch me again and if he ever saw his face around here he would make him sorry. The teen ran from the house and we never saw him again.

After the teen left the new guy turned to ask me if I was OK. I asked why did he care and he said he felt protective of me, his face had a look of longing for me. My face got hot, and I started to figure that what had happened with him and my other friend was just a fluke when I noticed the body guard standing in the sitting room, watching us with a sad look on his face. Well, when I say noticed, I mean with my senses. I didn't see him physically, I felt he was there. I could feel his sadness emanating from him.

I'm going to end it here because I feel this is already long and I don't want to annoy people, pluse this is the entirety of the part of the dream I have had before and the next part will be a continuation that is new to me. The next part will be out soon for anybody who wants to read more I hope you keep reading, this dream is one of the long, elaborate ones that I rarely get.

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Bounty hunters, or at least people who do odd jobs including bounty hunting. A member of my team, Regina, comes back to the motel we're staying at to tell us she's got a job at a local bar, which solves our immediate money problem. She's been trying to talk us out of hunting down that bounty we've been focused on. There's another woman who left the team over this bounty, she wouldn't talk about it but it seems like she had some personal connection that none of us had known about until she left.

Scene changes, that woman's come back, taken care of whatever business she needed to take care of. She's a beautiful, melancholy woman, and as we drive out of the city she's reflecting on all her memories, 'some bad, some good, but all worth having': her and her orphaned brother, the threat of war, their childhood determination to end war; a white Cadillac with fins, and the driver, a man who'd just struck it rich, tossing money into the air.

A few fragments: a thief who became a Buddha, and how that story's changed over time. Lucifer going through a Bible and scribbling out words here and there.

Dream recall from today's nap.

Dream 1(fragments)

I was playing Spiral Knights and i was like, in game. SilentEternity was here too and he was recording video, we were in some passage with light-blue colored walls and wooden floor, there was also wooden door with really glitchy colision detection, due to which it was possible to stand inside the door.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was some story about some female character in subway, she needed to get to some specific medical place, some another character was helping her. The train was going through some weird paths until it stopped somewhere outdoors because way was blocked by another train. There were some power plants and windmills, and apparently some korean show about animals or something...

Dream 3(fragments):

SilentEternity was streaming some game about some technology place, there were some windows with portrait selection.

India
Coming home with om on scooter. I had an antique air gun ( http://media.liveauctiongroup.net/i/...CCCA035673A750 ). I accidentally pointed it at some lady and almost fired. Then, we reached home. I saw Whiskey going to his and he had GTA V. I told him to bring it over to pay, and he said I must pay for petrol first (--___--). Then, I went out with dad again to go to pharmacy. I put a atick on sidewaly so I can shoot the target. Then, we go in, dad gets some pills, I get Harde. Then, the shopkeeper said something about the owner being abroad. Me and dad come back and someone moved my stick

Dream fragment- buried in some place alive, My follower/ partner digs me up. Something about a king.

In Ms. Aldred's math class, peer tutoring. It was very dark, and classroom resembled Mr. Donald's, only sideways and on 2nd floor. Then, she was talking about triangles where two sides meet at an infinity and we had to draw a diagram. I messed it up, and she explained me (with a dinasour skeleton model) how I had an extra side. Then, there was some shouting, and Ms. Aldred picked up the phone as she looked out of the window. I picked up the line so I could hear what she was saying. She said "There is a loan shark out there, call security". I asked her what that was all about and she said that some poor guy out there was deep in with some local loan sharks.
THE END

A dorm of sorts. It was night. I saw Nurse A in a car. He was going to work or something and left his kid, K (they're not related in any way IRL, except that they're both gay and active in human rights causes), at home. I decided to go to their home (also my home?).

I saw seaman E there, and I hugged him tight. I also saw Mommy J.

I was sooo close to getting lucid last night, I can kick myself. In this dream, I actually performed a reality check! Problem is, it passed! AND, unlike IRL, I did not perform a backup RC, so I just went along my merry little way.



August 15, 8:00 am

I was so close to lucidity! I'm in the house it is afternoon. I've been doing something outside...shoveling snow, that's what it was--lots, and lots, and lots of snow! I finally finish, and come inside. My parents are about to leave somewhere, and they ask me to clean the refrigerator for them while they are gone. I then tell them, laughing as I say it, now would be a good time for me to do a reality check. I then haphazardly press my fingers into my palm, but without really looking at my hands. My fingers don't go through, so I don't become lucid (My hands felt solid, and for some dang reason, I DID NOT FOLLOW THROUGH with another RC--which is odd because I ALWAYS do at least 2-3 RCs every time. Dangit). I'm pretty sure there is more to the dream than this, but I can't remember what else happened after this point.

3rd person. Some centuries ago this guy's life was ruined by getting mixed up with a demonic creature using the name Elinar, which looks vaguely like a rabbit. (Or possibly Elihar. Can't read my own writing.) Now he's working together with a witch, and when he visits her in her workshop for the first time, he finds Elinar there, serving as her familiar. Up until this moment neither he nor the witch had been aware of the other's connection to Elinar, and now a lot of the 'coincidences' that led them to work together are starting to look suspicious.

Fragments from earlier: A woman pretending to be blind is followed by men in black suits, who aren't aware she can see them. A musician reminisces about the time about a hundred years ago when he'd played for a town that had never heard of alcohol, and found the place surprisingly refreshing.

Not much of recall, mainly because some construction workers or w/e decided to make some really loud noises outside as i was waking up.

Dream 1(fragment):

Was talking to someone about dreaming stuff and recall.

Dream 2(fragment):

Was playing spiral knights.

1: A small fragment at my friends house. 2: A dream about getting drunk at a party in a big house. 3: A dream about weed, a trumpet bong and a homeless dealer. 4: A dream about me working in a mobile library.

• I am with two good old teenage friends of mine. The dream is not about back then, when we were younger, but we are as we are today. The front door of my friends house reminds me of an apartment that we had lived in earlier in my childhood. It is very neat and clean inside. We have a big hangover and we talk about the previous night, where we drank a lot of alcohol. One of my friends talks about how much money he spend that night.
  
  The house was purely dream fiction, but it had some interesting familiar features. We often used to hang out together on hangover days back in my teenage days.
  
  
• I drive a big black car. It feels new and comfortable, some good old friends are with me and some other friends follow us in the little blue car of my grandmother. We drive down a small curvy road through a forest.
  
  There is a parking area down in the valley and I decide to stop, because we are looking for a nice place to rest and to do our barbecue and camping, we have everything we need in the trunks of the cars.
  
  My friends from my grandmothers car seem upset, they say this is not a nice place to stay, they want to go further. But one of them had spotted a big party as we were driving on the hill, so we decide to leave the cars for now and take a look. So we walk upwards again on the small curvy road through the forest, where we came from. The walk is about 1 km and we take our time, we are not in a hurry at all, it feels like we all have summer holidays and this is our big vacation together or something like that.
  
  We finally get there and there is indeed a big house with music and a lot of people. Somehow they are of course strangers, but it feels like we are all friends and we are definitely welcome at the party. We start drinking a lot of alcohol, the party is held throughout the whole house including the second floor and the garden, there are people everywhere.
  
  At a later point we are all drunk and I gather my friends to tell them that I need to go down to the cars to get something. None of them wants to join me, they laugh and are clearly drunk and so am I. I think 'f*** it, I'll just go by myself'.
  
  I try to figure out where we came from, so I walk around the house. I almost choose a wrong path, which leads to some fields with high grass. Suddenly I remember it, and I turn around and walk across the street and towards the small curvy road through the forest that leads to the cars in the valley. As I'm walking, I think that time moves so fast when I am that drunk, while it is slowed down, when using weed.
  
  The big black car was cool. The dream had a nice summer holiday feeling with the good company of friends instead of the everyday worries. It is astonishing how well dreams can simulate the state of being drunk or being high. Also, I find it interesting how socially active I am in my dreams, like I was some years ago. Nowadays I choose to be socially more isolated, not that I don't like people, I still love them, but I am just rather by myself at my current stage. My dreams do certainly not reflect that.
  
  
• I am with a group of 10 people around my age. They are a mixture of friends and acquaintances. It is early in the evening and we walk and relax together. We gather on a playground and just hang out and talk.
  
  I have a black friend and we go and sit on a bench at a bus stop. He pulls out his bong, which I know he had for a long time and that he uses it quite regularly. I listen to the familiar sound, as he uses it and at that moment I think to myself, 'funny that I don't smoke anymore, it's been a long time already'.
  
  As I watch him with his bong, it occurs to me that it looks like an old trumpet. He must have somehow build a bong from a trumpet and some dark glass. It looks nice and stable, though. I ask if he cleans it every now and then, because I imagine it must be very hard to clean that thing, it is so unique. I get no response, he just smiles. I find it is a delightful sight and sound to just watch him handling it. And yet I find that I have no urge to start smoking again whatsoever. I am allowed to inspect the trumpet-glass-bong closer. I suck on it (without weed, just for the feel and sound) and I immediately get some water in my mouth, I spit it out and give him back his trumpet bong.
  
  There is a man coming to the playground, he looks old and homeless. The group of friends and acquaintances gather around him and he pulls out a big zip lock bag filled with marijuana. He starts selling nice, green and round buds to everyone. I think, 'wow, what an intelligent disguise for a dealer. A homeless looking old man with a bag of weed, which I estimate to be worth some thousand euros. He is not old and poor, he is smart!'.
  
  I know that I have money in my purse, so I take it out and look at two 5-euro notes. Another close friend of mine takes out 10 euro as well and we decide to buy something, just because it has been so long time since and because we can. We go after the old dealing guy, who is about to leave the playground.
  
  This is MJ calling for me once again. I had many dreams about cannabis when I stopped using it completely more than a month ago, this dream is like the final residue of that. I never had a close black friend, but in my dreams I often do.
  
  
• I am on my walk home. It is daytime in a residential area, but it is totally quiet. Then there is this big bus stopping at every corner and honking and calling for the people living there, but no one ever responds. It is the bookmobile trying to get peoples attention.
  
  I think to myself that I can maybe get a ride home or I could even ask for a job. So I speak to the driver, and surely, I may join. So I walk around in the back of the bus, which is filled with books and neat little reading corners, the mobile library has two floors.
  
  We drive around in the neighborhood and the driver calls the people by their family names, apparently he knows them all. No one ever gets on the bus, which I think is sad, because people don't realize what a great thing they are missing out on. I decide that I will just make the best of my situation and find some interesting books to read, while I'm 'working' here. I am excited, because there is so much variety to choose from.
  
  The bus drives into a grocery store and parks between the shelves filled with canned food. It starts to fold out and to transform into a temporary stationary library section of the grocery store. The shelves start moving as well to make space for the transforming bus. The process does not seem random at all, but very well planned and well-orchestrated.
  
  The driver takes out 10 waffle irons and tells me that I have to make waffles for everyone who visits our mobile library, there should be people coming soon. I am overwhelmed with the whole situation and I find it weird. But on the other hand it is a creative idea, I think. So I begin thinking about how to manage that task. Shouldn't be that hard, I think, there should be cooking books among the books and there should be all the groceries I need somewhere in the store.
  
  A nice, creative surprise by my subconscious.

Dream 1: I am walking on a country road along a brown picket fence with carvings written into it.

Dream 2: Someone is flipping burgers on a red barbeque grill.

I don't remember much, but it's not a bad thing. My dreams were all fucked up last night. I can only remember three fragments.

Fragment 1: my ex girlfriend was at the same place that I was. I'm not sure where we were. It looked like a mall... and a school. It was lunchtime and she was being a bitch to me, so I made her drop her food (she was taking it to her table). She kinda cried and tried to hit me at the same time. I'm pretty sure I got in trouble for that, I think they wanted to make me pay for her food, which was super expensive.

Fragment 2: a friend of mine I hooked up with a couple years ago was angry at me. She kept ignoring me and glaring at me. No idea why.

Fragment 3: I was watching a play/film/animation. It was about an island where there were like five women and five hundred men. They weren't real people, though, they looked like this:



And there were lots of men all over the women. It was depressing.

That's it.

Morrowind
I was in Balmora, and I did something. I'm not sure what, but something about a rebellion, and no0one wanted to support me and stabbed me in the back.
Anyway, a cliff racer was to take me from there to a safe place to randevous with friends. I had to cover my body in some sort of scroll so people couldn't see me. I did that, and reached a place between two mountains. Then, me and friends (included Nami) took cliff racers to some sort of palace. We took an elevator that looked like the one in the Library from Metro 2033. Then, we saw King Neptune (from One piece- the jamon guy). He said he was going to help the cause, and then started blushing when he thought Nami was hitting on him.

I don't remember what happened before this part clearly. Had an ugly day, that might contribute to my amnesia.
Must read more about ld.

I would say the scariest/creepiest hallucinations I have ever had was when I was probably around 8 years old. I was dreaming that I was being chased by a bear through the woods that had tall, thick, brush and when I woke up I found the bear laying on the foot of my bed roaring at me. I freaked out and honestly thought the bear had followed me into the waking world (it was my first hallucination) but after a few seconds the bear sat up and started talking to me, though I can't remember what was said, I think it was about the dream I had just had. We had a few minuet convo before it finally vanished. The other hallucination that creeped me out was around the same age as the first and it happened in the morning on the day before Halloween. I was having a dark dream that I can't remember exactly about witches, and when I woke up I saw the words "This is the night of all hallows eve" floating above my face, and a female voice had read it slowly to me. I was creeped out the whole day by that.

I have had tons of lucid nightmares, but the one that comes to mind right now was I was on a different planet after earth blew up. I was walking around a town looking for some girl I was into (I was a guy in the dream) then the world started to end. I ran into a small room in the side of a wall and crouched down while things started happening around me. I knew I was dreaming and that my dream wanted me to leave the room and find the girl but I kept telling myself that this is too scary and forced myself to stay in the room until I finally managed to wake myself up. I was scared out of my mind and It felt like it took me forever to wake myself, I was starting to think I was stuck in the dream.

There is another horribly awful thing that happened to me in a dream before, and I'm not entirely sure which one it falls under, if any, but I will tell it and see what you think. I was in an organization that I was tired of being in and decided to leave it with my friend. We were running from them, as they were hunting us down, when finally they caught up to us and I got captured. I knew that I was dreaming but never had any desire to try and control it. They tied me down to the ground, got out a knife, then stuck it at the base of my leg and drug it up, ever so slowly, to the back of my knee. I felt everything like it was really happening, it was the most painful feeling I have ever had, I felt like I was going crazy. They removed the knife and I woke up in a cold sweat, finding that my leg was very sore on the same place they had drug the knife. That dream happened when I was in high school.

So I had this dream where I was walking down a road with some people I haven't met before. And suddenly, I put my hand on the shoulder to the person next to me, and I say " Oh shit. this is a dream. I'M IN A DREAM" , And I kinda freaked out, since it was a dream, and I ran down the road, started looking around, but then I kinda lost it, so it was just a normal dream again, and suddenly i was a wanted war-criminal that everyone wanted to kill and then i woke up. And the funny thing is, I fell asleep again, and I started dreaming of my school. I was at school with my friends , and we started talking about lucid dreaming , and I remembered the lucid dream i had earlier on the night. That was kinda fun, since it made me realise i was dreaming again, so i had another lucid dream. xD
WEll that didn't last long. i woke up shortly after that.




Excuse my skills, I haven't drawn in a while.

8/15/2013, 22:00-6:45

The dda-ld ("didn't-do-anything lucid dream") is a stupid dream where you suddenly have the realization that you're dreaming, but your brain is a d-bag and says, "You know what? Let's not have a lucid dream." and you end up waking yourself up, effectively screwing yourself out of having a lucid dream that you actually do something in, hence the dda-ld.

I have actually had many of these stupid dreams in the past. This is just the first one I've decided to post. So here it is, the dda-ld:

Key:
Lucid Dream
Non-lucid dream
Woken Up
Sleep Paralysis

Dream 1:

I remember a jellyfish. That is all.

The DDA-LD:

I then woke up at probably around 3:00 in the morning, having to go to the bathroom. I got up, took a piss, stood around for a few seconds for the WBTB effect, then went back into bed. It was a bit cold, so I couldn't go to sleep right away. I was then laying there when suddenly I started feeling the rushing, vibrating, and the hypnagogic hallucinations of sleep paralysis. I remember some HH of me looking at porn on the computer () and then an icon suddenly appeared in the bottom right corner that I couldn't get rid of. I became scared I was gonna get found out. Then I suddenly woke up in my bed. I kind of knew I was dreaming, but I wasn't sure, so I tried to create something; a sound, an object, a smell, anything. Whenever I tried to create anything, all that would happen was the rushing sound and vibrations, which I was thinking were like me trying to concentrate on creating something. I then gave up on that and instead, my brain said "screw it" and tried to wake me up the same way I woke up in a prievious LD: by doing the nose plug reality check, and got too involved with the breathing of my physical body, that I wake myself up. That didn't work this time, so I just closed my eyes to connect with the physical body, and I woke myself up.


So that is my DDA-LD. Technically, I'd call it a DDA-WILD because of the sleep paralysis, but it still is a DDA-LD. Though, this isn't a total failure, since this actually is the first time I've had a WILD.