dream fragment

I just remember a fragment from tonight:

I was talking to Scarlett, one of the main characters from the series "Nuka break":



We were in the middle of the wasteland and she had a flamer. Suddenly she torched me with it. I was unharmed, it seems like I was immune to flames, and we both laughed while I stood there burning like a torch. It seems like she had done it just as a joke.

07-24-2013 -- [Bad night for sleeping, great night for dreams. Lots of bits or fragments, but more memorable than usual. Going to take this all in order to paint a full picture of the night. First dream of the night was long and involved, but mostly gone, since I never woke up to write it down, and it was mostly replaced by the second dream. Yet I can remember bits of it.]

I was still being helped by Carl in regards to the whole homeless situation, though things were complicated by the fact that he was becoming homeless, as well. There were hints of the tribulation period, and being chased and pursued, partly by marked men, partly by demons, but not nightmare-scary, just interesting. At one point hiding in a cross between a shopping mall and a hotel. I am invisible, watching the situation, while there are two children in the hotel room. One the bad guys know is there, the other they don't, and I am trying to use whatever power I might have to kind of blind the bad guy to the child he doesn't know is there, who is currently more or less in plain sight, but trying to move into hiding behind a couch without being seen.

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[Second dream was the detailed Dungeon Becomes Trek Ride at Disneyland dream, which is being posted separately as it was a full dream by any measurement. After I dreamed it, I woke up and jotted it and the above fragment down. After that, I tried to go back to sleep, but wasn't succeeding. Proceeded to drift in and out of sleep and dreams, leading to fragments, stream of consciousness, and some weird stuff.]

I find myself taking part in a very strange version of Third Rock From the Sun. I am the alien, coming to observe Earth and learn about it. I am not fully here, yet. I am non-corporeal, just a spirit, almost a ghost. I am invisible to most, though the more time I spend around a person, the more they can begin to kind of catch me out of the corner of their eye. I am watching over the house I am going to live in, which seems to be a blend of houses I have really lived in, watching my soon-to-be roommates, which include Drew Cary (who may own the house), Sally (from Third Rock), and the slightly Indian fellow who used to share the Pageant house with us. So I am hanging out in the house, and Sally is the first to start to notice me, as she begins asking the others "Is it my imagination, or is there a guy watching us?" With her pointing me out, the others slowly start to see me, too.

They try to communicate with me, but I have no physical body yet, so no vocal chords, and I cannot talk to them, but they really want to communicate. Eventually they are trying to get me to do charades, and I am thinking to myself 'this is ridiculous,' and figure I might as well be even more ridiculous, so I start shaking and spasming, and go into receiving mode for getting a message from the Big, Giant Head. Except no message comes, instead I just pass out.

Since I have no body, they can't move me, so when I wake, I am still lying face down on the floor where I passed out. But somehow Drew had the bright idea to stick a bowl full of Vodka (or some kind of hard liquor) in the same space as my head, and in the time that I was laying there, I somehow slowly absorbed some of the booze. With no mass to dilute it, whatever little amount I somehow absorbed has got me completely plastered. So I am now this drunk non-corporeal spirit, wandering around this house. And it seems I am horny when I am drunk. I wander into Sally's room, and find she is having a sleepover, and has two other attractive women in her bed with her, all in pajamas.

As I am drunk and horny, I keep trying to feel up the three of them, and even though I get nowhere, I am having a good time. I am annoying them, though, and they are telling me to get lost, so eventually I wander off. But there is a method to my madness, and I figure if I wait a little while they will fall asleep, and then I can come back and crawl into bed with them, and sleep in the middle of them, and even if I have no physical body to feel with, it will still be pleasant to wake up in the middle of them.

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Something about a mixture of the Hornet and Hosanna Printing, but no details. Then I find myself driving down I-4, but very very tired, and I keep drifting into sleep and waking up again. Very dangerous. I am approaching downtown, driving with both my feet resting up on the dash, which makes it very hard to apply the brakes when needed. Especially since the car isn't large enough, and it is very difficult to first get my feet off the dash, then over the center console, to get them back down by the pedals, so every time I need to brake, it is less and less likely that I will be able to do so.

At one point I am drifting to the right, and pushing against a tractor trailer. The mass of my car or truck (no idea what I am driving, though the dash thing seems like the Jimmy) isn't doing a thing to the truck, but it's driver is glaring at me. We are approaching the downtown area, and one of the off ramps that forces a lane off the freeway (probably the South Street exit) and I think I have gotten far enough over that I won't be forced off, and I can't help but drift off again. I guess I was wrong, because when I wake again, I am barreling down the off ramp at high speed, approaching a stop light and heavy traffic. I am struggling to get my feet down to the brakes again. Even as I start to apply the brakes, I don't know if I will make it, so I also turn in to the parking lot of the dry cleaners on the right side of the off ramp, which gives me enough extra space to stop.

So I am now in the parking lot, and am preparing to move back onto the highway, but there are bookcases just standing there in the middle of the lot, blocking the exits. I am moving them just enough to make enough space for my scooter to fit through, so I guess the car or truck has disappeared. Am about to climb back on the scooter and leave, when I spot my marmalade cat, Sammy. [Cat I had when I was a kid.] Sammy is supposed to sit on my shoulder and dig his claws in, so he can safely stay with me on the scooter, but it seems he can't stay awake either, and keeps sliding down to my lap, and if he does that while we are riding, he will fall off, probably die, and even if not, I will lose him.

I am trying to explain this to him, and get him to stay awake, when he tells me he doesn't want to ride the scooter, he wants to ride the full-blown motorcycle. [Yes, my cat is now talking to me.] I ask him what motorcycle, and he reminds me of one that I got in another dream, recently. I can't remember the dream he is mentioning, either in the dream or awake, but yes, I can vaguely remember a motorcycle, but I have no idea where it is. He tells me that I left it parked at the First Church of the Nazarene, so I guess we have also shifted from Orlando to Buena Park. Obviously I realize I am dreaming to some extent, but not enough to register what it means.

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Suddenly I am standing in a room with three beautiful women, a tall blonde, a tall redhead, and a shorter brunette. The blonde may be Sally (3rd Rock), the shorter brunette may be Lucy Liu, no idea who the redhead is. I am referring to them as angels, though I have no idea if that is real angels or Charlie's Angels (Lucy Liu, after all) or some other sort of angels ... no idea. But whatever they are, I am thanking them for somehow saving my life, and trying to show that thanks by giving them all sensual massages as they stand there in lingerie.

I am trying to talk them out of what little they are wearing, and into a shower for even more relaxation, and they try to tell me it is not necessary, yet moments later all four of us are in the shower, nude, under the warm water, as I run soapy hands all over their luscious bodies, and they moan in pleasure. At this point, I am fully here, and they are about half corporeal, so there is a sense that this ties in slightly with the Third Rock fragment above, which is why I think the blonde might be Sally. Meanwhile, I am greatly enjoying the caressing, but I have to be careful to avoid caressing one of Lucy Liu's buttocks, as she has a massive bruise there, and it hurts if I caress that spot. Very nice!

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Somehow I am standing at the counter of a convenience store ... in Ohio, I think. No idea how I got there, but I don't think Ohio is all that near the national border. Somehow I am being given a dollar in change, perhaps from a very small winning lotto scratch-off or something. I just don't know. At first I think they are giving me too much money, because I have at least two quarters, and what looks like a 50 cent piece, plus several more coins, but then I start looking at the coins, and realize that isn't a 50 cent piece, though it may be a 50p coin. Several of the other coins are foreign coins, including Canadian and Chinese, or plastic coins, or bits of metal, in one case a washer, and oddest of all, a cheap womans' watch. So I am figuring I have been shorted. But then I count all the actual American coins I have received, and it adds up to 99 cents, and I decide that all the other stuff has to be worth at least a penny, so I don't make a fuss.

I am feeling a little hungry, and I spot a bag of something very like Crackerjack, but not, and I decide to buy it. I lay it on the counter, and pull out a debit card, because I don't want to go through the coin nonsense again. Problem is, they ring it up and quote me a price of over three dollars, and the extra is for using the debit card for such a small amount. I refuse, saying no way am I paying over a dollar extra for that. They say it isn't a dollar extra, it is only 20 cents extra, and that was an accident, it should have only been ten cents, but it rang up twice. I look at the package, which is now marked something like 2.19, and still refuse to pay -almost- a dollar extra. They say they will refund the ten cents, but I refuse, take my card back, and hand them a $10 bill.

They start giving me hundreds of bits of paper as my change. A few bills are actual American currency. Others are cheap counterfeit bills, or IOUs, or foreign bills in yen, and rubles, and pounds and francs. Some claim to be American money, with pictures of American presidents on them, but the paper is very colorful, and in different sizes, like many of the other countries do. I am complaining about what I received, going through it carefully to try and see how much actual real American bills I have received, and somebody behind me in line is wondering why I am complaining, and saying I seem to have received more than enough. Thankfully, I don't have to lose my count to reply to him, as his wife tries to explain to him that counterfeit money isn't as good as the real thing.

By this time, the package clearly shows the price of the snack to be 2.99, and it always has, and I have seven dollars in real bills, along with all the other garbage, but I am still angry at being ripped off, and threatening to call the police, because I should be getting eight dollars in change. Which just goes to show, not only can numbers change randomly in dreams, but one's math skills also suffer, because 10-3 is not 8.

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07-21-2013 -- Some guy is unfriendly to me in a parking lot, then I find myself trying to chase a lizard out of my car, and into a corner, where it ends up fighting with, and trying not to be swallowed by a snake. Soon things have morphed into the snake and lizard being in a high corner of the garage of the Hickory House, which is very dirty and dusty and filled with cob webs and spider webs. I blunder through one web, and end up getting bitten by a large spider, perhaps the size of a small tarantula, on the back of my hand. I am kind of trapped in webbing, and on my back on the ground, and am trying to get out of the way of several more spiders dropping from the ceiling, but I can't seem to move, so I may soon collect several more bites.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some game, fighting with group of people who were using some futuristic-style tech and i was trying to figure out the mission. Then i was playing some glitchy shmups one of which looked like something based on Dodonpachi, most of the levels were happening above the city and there was some boss that was like made from semi-transparent colored blocks.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was on some mission as a dragon, but in human form, i was going through some base place which then continued into some kind of research lab, there was a group of people in black that i had to fight a few times. Eventually i reached some kind of stronghold and the only way in was through sewers-like place. I was swimming but the place apparently was guarded by blue water dragon with scales forming yellow eye-like pattern across the body. I didn't attacked him, but instead asked, and apparently the reason he was here was because he was blinded by someone. I decided to help him.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing some game where i was getting through the multilevel bunker and then reaching an elevator, then there was huge explosion.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was in some game and i was in some team, we all had various special powers. We were attacking some sort of hive of giant insects and there was alot of web, one of our team could also summon flies that produced some kind of glue, trapping enemies. Then we were back at home apparently and i was searching some specific anime and we watched a couple of episodes. Then room started filling up with insects again and we were talking about that, then one from our team that had power to summon special flies managed to fix things up.

Dream 5:

I was building some warcraft 3 level and was testing it with some players, some of which were dragons. The idea was that there were two sides, one was defending center and bottom part of the level and another one attacking from the top, in the middle there were advanced buildings and each player has a hero unit under control as well as some producing buildings. The units were pretty various, some were using mechanical units and vehicles, some were using swordsman armies, some undead. Attacker players also were using alot of 'superweapon' type units like giant spaceships with devastating beams and such, but they had low hp and were not that hard to take out with proper tactics. Then after the game we were discussing on possible changes and i added a few things, changing placement of bases slightly as well.

> I recall another quote from Chicken Run and a place that may resemble a road nearby and perhaps an automobile and perhaps water. There was a quote by character Nick (The rodent) from Chicken Run, "No, Apparently it's a lady thing, Ask yer mum" (On the subject of egg-laying)

> Mike Mozart apparently rented or rents a building in a nearby town in my dream, Maybe he does in waking life too?

> There was more to the bit about the building. I may have gone to a local Goodwill store too and found a net of some sort

Had a dream I was playing Left 4 Dead 2 except instead of guns I had B, upB, downB, and left/rightB moves like in Super Smash Brothers Brawl.

Had a different dream in which my mom bought another dog which was similar to a slightly longer-haired, lighter-colored version of the dog we already had, and I was very angry because my parents never let me get any more pets and then she gets another one for herself.

So this dream was really nice..
ofcourse i had antoher dreams but somehow i remember my childhood and wanted to live it again.. so i teleprted to my old childhood house in nicosia (cyprus)
i got lucid abit..
i went out and first place i walked it was the shop market where was a old man , it was fun.. but shop was bigger and another guy isntead of old man..
i bought some stuff snacs etc to go to the best net cafe and to a priest that i wasvisiting when i was young
before i go i asked the guy in shop
what happen to "giannakis?" that old man
he told me he got short time left
i asked he can hear etc? yes ..
ok tell him hi from me spartakos and my family.
he ok..
then after sometime i walked out and was ready to go to the priest..
but i couldnt walk i was excited i tihnk and it was hard to control
so i woke up slwly.

meh

Fragment the first:
Don't remember much. Only that it was pleasant and that I got plenty of deep sleep.

Fragment the second:
Not so great. Involved an intercourse related injury. Became lucid near the end and tried to travel back in time to prevent said injury, woke up instead.

Fragment the third:
Involved lots of scorpions. I'm generally good at staying asleep through nightmare scenarios, but when a scorpion gets in your hair, it tends to activate the lower portions of your brain which cause a complete freak out. Shrugged off the first three without a problem. The fourth was too much and jolted me awake.

This is actually a dream from yesterday, I just forgot to write it down here.

In the dream I was a guy doing game reviews and I was just about to try out a game called "guns of icarus, which is a game I have played a lot IRL. It looks like this:




I saw myself in third person but I was not me: In the dream I was instead a middle aged, somewhat overweight bearded man. I actually looked a lot like Notch (the developer of minecraft).



Yeah, that´s the guy. I was playing on a computer that looked a lot like mine except the entire table it was on was cluttered with thrash! I could barely see the screen for all the old Cola bottles and other junk.

In the game I played as a pilot, and things was going somewhat well for me. I was amazed that other people did not use more stuff that comes in glass bottles...yeah, it doesn't make sense for me either. For some reason even though I used that...glass bottle thing in the game I still held the bottle in front of the computer.

This is all I can remember. As I said I have been playing this game a bit, and I have been thinking about trying to play as a pilot. And then I have this dream, its like my subconscious telling me to go for it.

Dream recall from today's naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was at home doing some stuff on PC, then i got off and had strange feeling, but dream faded out before i got lucid.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was talking to someone about video games and lucid dreaming, then we found some site which ranked dream points or something.

I'm in my room, and it's mostly dark, I see this face cleaner I have and it is levitating and some girl tells me it is satanic, and the face cleaner breaks itself into three parts and a voice comes from behind it that I guess sounds most like darth vader, I get up and run to the bathroom and contemplate cleaning my face ever again.

i was at johns house and kept looking for my phone. i would go in his living room and everytime i entered his entire family would stop bowing before the TV screenn. It appeared to me they were practicing islam or some religion that required all day devotion. john tried to hide this from me. the family welcomed me to the papya on the stove. ihad some with jam it was really good.

later in the dream i was with jackie and she was but naked and asked if i wanted dto fuck her . i said yeah then her sister showed up and i rolled on top of her

last fragment was jerry peralta and me fighting about something. then olvia got brought up

This night was not a successful one. I remember really bad EVEN if i'm lucid. :/
and also, my best friend was there. I asked him if he knew that he was a part of my dream, but he didn't answer.
I also had a few False awakening. I got the tough that i can't tell him that HE was dreaming, because i would wake up.
He kind of knew what i was thinking, and he freaked out, his face got like a nightmare and everything got grey. He disappeared and i woke up.

Dream recall from today's nap, pretty unstable.

Dream 1(fragment):

I am talking to someone about life and dragons, then i feel that i am dreaming, but dream fades out quickly. I wake up.

Dream 2(fragment):

Discussing some game with someone and it's features, then feel the dream again and it fades out. I wake up.

Dream 3(fragment):

I am sitting with someone near table and there are various sweets on it, i discuss that with that someone then i feel that i am dreaming, and why not, decide to quickly grab and eat one of sweets from table as dream is already fading out, it tastes kinda unique, or at least, i can't recall anything tasting like that. I wake up.

Dream 4(fragment):

I am in my room on the bed, the blanket is weird so i realize that i am dreaming, i notice weird gamepad floating above doorway and a sconce on the bottom part of the wall, dream fades out quickly and i wake up.

fragment: I don't know much about this, other than it involved Mario kart and was surprisingly creepy.


The dream, as many often do, started in my old high school. There was Darksiders 2 music playing in the background. Apparently, we were having some sort of reunion. During the course of the dream, I discovered that my best friend was being awfully distant and didn't seem to like me all that much. This discovery grew into a nagging doubt that gave me cause to reality check. Instead of attempting to punch the nearest DC, as per my usual dream sign (which would have gone dramatically wrong if I was actually in reality), I elected to check my watch, where I discovered that I was wearing two: my normal watch and some sort of red wristband with an LCD screen. This immediately made me lucid and, hoping to try out a new power, allowed me to attempt to phase through a wall (well, window. A window that looked uncannily like one from my grandma's house), which eventually resulted in success. I wasn't able to do much else though, as I immediately woke up.

Or did I? I "woke up" in my room and discovered that the reason why Darksiders was playing, was because I had apparently been listening to it the night before and must have left it on. With perhaps a sliver of lucidity left, I was able to remember that I had in fact been listening to final fantasy music. Not only that, but my dream laptop actually booted up dramatically faster than my waking one. I immediately became lucid and just when I was about to decide what to do, I was woken up, for real this time, by one of Zeus' temper tantrums outside. Bloody storms.

Something about vision(s).