dream fragment

12-1 sleep
9 wake
All these children had become possessed or cursed or something. They were coming after us. Their touch evoked extreme fear - I was screaming at several points in the dream. Ran up stairs and barricaded the children outside. There were a lot of people in here. They didn't quite believe me, so wound up pilling the barrier (barricaded door) down and experiencing the fear themselves.

I am not sure if this was a real definate lucid dream or not, but this is one of the most recent dream I've had this week.

I suddenly found myself flying, and I started off as hovering outside of my house nearby this boy school. I realized I was hovering, and I said to myself, "Wow!" and I was really excited. I think at this point, I realized I was dreaming.
So I decided to take this oppertunity to go off somewhere and fly. But the thing was, I couldn't get myself to fly up into the air. Instead I was slowly floating down. I was at a street intersection and and I was very close to the ground. Then I was hit by a purple (dark blue?) car.
And thats where I woke up. It was a very short and sudden dream, but I remember it very clearly.

Not much recall today, i think because i went to sleep slightly later due to making of certain video.

I recall some kind of base and some fight.

I'm not usually one to sing around people, at least not on my own, so when I found myself in the middle of a 7-11 singing along with the overhead music I became lucid. It's not uncommon for me to have music in my dream or sing inside my mind while in the grocery store but this is a new treat for me in a lucid dream and I go with it.

The song I'm singing is All-Star by Smash Mouth, not my first choice for a musical number but apparently easy to remember. As I begin singing I start walking around the aisle, checking out my control and it occurs to me that I should make the most of this neat scene. I have always wanted a musical number in my dream and now I have one.

As I finish the first stanza I slightly raise my arms and the dozen-plus people in the store all stop in place, shopping baskets in hand, and begin singing the chorus. It sounds really cool and I'm totally digging on making this happen.

"All that glitters is goooolllddd! Only shootings stars break the mold!"

I continue singing and I'm even impressed I can recall the words so easily. the novelty of singing in a dream isn't wearing off though I find I'm not so keen on my voice as the solo participant. Still, I keep singing as I slowly walk among the stock-still shoppers.

"It's a cold place, and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older
But the media-men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture."

"The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored."

And again the people erupt into song and I'm thankful to blend in with the harmony.

"Hey now, you're a rock-star
Get the show on, get paid..."

I don't know any of these people but it's funny watching them standing there like an awkward music video.

"All that glitters is gooolllddd!"

As they sing this part they raise their arms in the air and wiggle their fingers for emphasis. I can't help but smile. :)

"Only shooting stars break the mo-o-ollld!"

The song ends and I'm slightly glad the pressure is off. My throat feels dry and scratchy and I wake up, still smiling and feeling happy.

I'm an All-Star! :D

Throwing Rice to birds, who wouldn't eat it....
Telescopes something, a dance, ***PRIVATE***

To bed around 11:15

5:45 Dream about looking for Alzheimer's cure.
6:45 dream included friend request on DV

Fragment:
Django from Django Unchained came to his original plantation and started killing all his captors, just like in the movie.

Dream 1:

The first I can remember of the dream is me looking down on a meditation group from a floor above. All of them were sitting in what looked like a habitat for an animal at a zoo. There were waterworks, stones, grass, very natural things, but it was enclosed by a 2 foot high wall. After a sort time of me observing their meditation, a man in a black polo and khakis starting putting up tan tarps held up by poles. I went down a floor and asked the man what was going on. He told me the meditation session was over, and he was covering the area. I turned around and saw two friends of mine, both fathers. The one who I am more acquainted with, Dave, started talking to me. I can't remember what he said, but he pointed to a door to what looked like a closet and told me to take a shower in there.

The room was perfectly square. There was tan tile on the floor, a shower head coming out of the middle of the ceiling, and a receptacle for towels on the left side of the room (from coming in the door). I stripped my clothes, apparently tan cargo shorts as well, and hung them on the wall. I proceeded to take a shower, but I inadvertently seemed to be getting water all over my clothes and the towels. I got pretty miffed, and I managed to get the water under control. I also decided now would be a good time to masturbate. I came buckets, twice. I turned off the shower, got a towel on, and saw a secret door in the back corner of the room. I cracked the door open just slightly, and saw a long room with tons of stuff with clay. Clay sculptures, clay pottery, clay dioramas. There was even a clay puppet of sorts, moving in the same motion over and over again. It was propelled by nothing more than some carefully placed metal plates to direct it's movement. As far as I could tell, it was moving from the momentum of it's previous movements.

I walked in the room and ogled at all the art. Dave came in and started commenting on his work. As with before, either I couldn't remember what he said, or I didn't care. After a few sentences from him, he took me by my shoulder and walked me over to a chalkboard. He drew 2 circles, and populated them with various different things. He asked me to draw a circle and do as he did. I attempted to craw a circle, but it was horrible. He laughed and laughed at my oval/circle. I erased it, and tried again, but he only laughed harder. I did this a few times before I woke up.

Dream 2:

Me and my brother were flying in a small plane fit for two. He was currently driving. He made a comment about how he couldn't fly very long stretches, and landed down in front of a visitor's rest stop with a fast food restaurant in it. We went in, and sat at a table. He told me to take the plane and find Miami Beach, and to report back on where it was. I've never been to Miami Beach. As he went to the restroom, I headed out of the building to see that the plane, previously normal-sized, was now vastly different. It looked to be a tiny green toy plane, like something you'd see on a playground, like those animals with springs under them. I didn't seem to be confused though. I straddled the green wooden wingless contraption and, as luck would have it, it started to fly. Since there were no controls or anything, and it was about the length of me, I had to control the plane with my own body weight. To turn, I tilted my body in the direction I wanted to go. To speed up, I tilted my body forward, and to slow down the opposite.

Even though the plane wasn't very fast, quite slow in fact, I was out of the (literal) woods and close to the beach in no time. I came across a sandy trail, with lots of snakes in a 3 foot area. Derryl from The Office was on the trail. I hovered next to him and asked him how to get to Miami Beach, to which he replied through the trail that snakes currently were in. He made some ballsy moves to get through the snakes, and never looked back. Deciding I couldn't or wouldn't go through the snakes and completely forgetting that I had a plane, I flew away from the trail. Eventually I made it to the beach, which was surprisingly thin but still highly populated. Lincoln Log-esque buildings, green roofs and all, lined the beach all the way down. The tiny bit of sand left not occupied by buildings was dotted by people enjoying their time by the sea. Most striking however, was the fact that there were many more of my type of planes flying around the beach. As I was flying through the beach, a woman in her thirties flew up next to me with the same exact plane, and unintentionally copied all my movements She seemed to be enjoying it, but I slowed down and let her pass me.

I flew inside a hotel's lobby that was open to the beach and large. There were children in swimsuits playing in fountains, there were gift shops, and heavy set men buying commemorative T-shirts. After being satisfied with my people-watching, I flew out of the hotel.

There was a but more to this dream involving canyons, scientists, and rare geometric poisonous insects, but I'll just say that flying in the little green plane has been one of the nicer dreams I've ever had.

Hey guys!

Here's my dream, it was pretty all over the place, so if you have any thoughts on it, that'd be great! Also, some of the symbolism perplexes me because I had no contact with it yesterday.It starts out and I'm doing my field tropical biology program, basically going from place to place, moving around a lot. For the courses we had free time, people went hiking, but I didn't even though I really like it (in the dream it's kind of like i have extensive memories of some of the course but i didn't actually do a lot of it in the dream). Anyway there were two really memorable scenes for me:

I'm with some people guarding some antiques in a shop and this strange bejeweled turtle creature enters and it really want to take something but I won't let it. It was really aggressive and started trying to tug some object/paper (?) out of my hand, it even turned the lights off so i couldn't see it. It snapped at my fingers which was really painful, cracking some of my fingernails in half. Even so, I managed to retain the object. That turtle seemed evil.

In the other scene I was at school and I walked over to my friend's room (well more than just a friend) and the door was open and I was going there for some reason. I walked in and he was there, sleeping in his bed naked. I felt really awkward, so started to leave, so he wouldn't see me. Once I got to the door, I look back and he was sitting up in his bed just kind of looking ahead. All of a sudden two other girls from my trip came and were talking to him (they don't really know him in real life) and so I couldn't... Instead, I hugged my friend, Edwin, who then reminded me of a big part of my project for class that I had completely forgotten. I don't really remember too much more, wish I had more details, it was very choppy...

Background: I am currently a college student studying abroad in Panama. I was dating the "friend" before I left for Panama and will now be returning in a couple weeks. I'm definitely anxious/nervous about that at the moment. I also just don't understand the turtle part. Thanks!

I'm not certain if this was one dream, or several shorter dreams/fragments. They seem to be somewhat related.

Part 1: I was playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl, with several of my friends. We got to the character select screen, which was a mess. There were many characters missing, and many characters that didn't belong, though I can't quite remember who. There were two Meta Knights, for one - I selected the second, and picked a bizarre-looking costume that looked like it had a o_O face on it. The game started, and my character looked like Kirby, except he had similar moves to Meta Knight. I hit B, and it looked like I was just Kirby with the Tornado power.

The game ended, and my friends just vanished - I started looking at several of the other characters. Selecting them had odd effects - selecting Link had the game say Zelda, selecting the one next to Link had it say Mewtwo. Going over to Samus, it was automatically in Zero Suit, though in a slightly different pose, and I could switch to a "Dark Samus" costume which was nearly identical, save for the facial expression and a much lighter skin tone. I went over to Ganondorf, though the name displayed was "LEAVE." I started a game, with no other players, and it ended.

Part 2: False awakening. I got up, and found myself looking at a completed dream journal. Elements from the previous dream were present, including the odd names and such. It mentioned something about a modded game, and the G-Man from Half-Life.

Part 3: I was outside, on my driveway. There were several friends of mine present. There was also a roughly 3x3 foot piece of sheet metal - presumably 16gauge steel. I picked it up, and simply snapped it into three equally-sized 2x1 pieces and one 2x2 piece. One of my friends came over, and said something about needing it, so I dropped it. I walked over to the other end of the driveway.

Part 4: I was on YouTube. My inbox mentioned comments - I clicked to view the video in question, and it was a video of part 3, from my perspective. The comment was something along the lines of "I'm impressed - my friends Colonel Ans and General Angus know that's a difficult way to" - and I cannot remember the rest.

Now that we are four people in our place, I was totally exhausted during the day and got little sleep during the night. For the first time in some 39 days I can say that I don' t remember any dreams at all.

HI: Shortly after falling sleep, I woke up with the image of a black cat with yellow eyes on my mind.

Sleep. Was woken up. Tried to fall asleep for an hour, but couldn't. Put my headphones on and listened to some music. Got a few HIs, a woman doing her nails, some trousers, etc. I was drifting away but then my boyfriend walked in the room and started talking to me.

Was the black cat an omen of the dreamless night?

I really need to keep up with my DJ entries...
15-4-13
I had my first lucid dream for ages tonight.
The first dream wasn't lucid, and it involves me, my sister and various people I don't know scattered about in a building which is littered with white tables. First, we watch something on the news about a man baking many intricate, colourful Easter egg shaped cakes, in order to raise money for something. He says he has done everything possible to raise as much money as he can. My sister and I resolve to bake even better cakes than he has. Each table in the building is stacked with plastic crates which are full of odd icing-like dough in various pastel colours. There are people at each table rolling the dough and making it into stuff. I pick up a light minty coloured dough and roll it into ball and flatten it into an egg shape (I must add that I am walking about as I do this). At some point, I abandon this dough and start using a dull pinkish colour. Unfortunately, it refuses to roll into a ball properly....

Next dream. This Is a lucid one. My sister and I are sitting in my living room. I am sitting in the corner. She sits on the chair opposite and across the room with the computer on her lap. After I wake up, I find it odd that the fact that I was wearing my sister's pink pyjama shorts didn't give me a clue that I was dreaming. Here it gets weirder. My parents (particularly my dad) seem to have gone... evil. They fire magic at us which appears in the form of points of pinkish light on the walls (the room is dark - nobody has opened the curtains or turned on the lights). They hit my sister a few times, but she doesn't seem to care and each time just shakes it off. A blue point of light comes in and hits the far wall where it bounces off madly and hits me. It makes me a few years younger (I can tell because I see my legs have gotten smaller - weird, I know) which, as I am only fourteen, I am not happy about. So now my sister and I get up and hurry up to my room. She doesn't shut the door properly and my dad appears at the point where it is ajar. She slams the door before any more strange magic can happen and I suddenly do a reality check. I don't remember if, at that point, my sister knows it is a dream too, because she seems to be telling me that to get rid of the magic I just need to shake it off; literally. I randomly flail about because I don;t want to spend the rest of my lucid dream as a nine year old and my sister appears to be teaching me how to control my dream. I can't get it to work though. After I fail to return to my proper age, the dream ends.

16-4-13
It looks like I missed this date out of my Dream Journal.

17-4-13
I don't remember anything for tonight.

18-9-13
I think this dream was inspired by our history lesson about WW2 that day. We receive news that that England is at war - with whom, I don't know. My family decide to use the shed as an Andersen shelter, but I don't think it is safe (it's made of plastic), so decide to stay inside. It is incredibly sunny and my room is bathed with light. A warning goes up for an air raid. I don't think it is a siren, because everything is very quiet. I watch from my room as my family pile into the shed, which is half way up the garden. I hurry around the other side of the bed and get on the floor to roll under it. There is no room, so I push all of the crates out from underneath and lie down. As an extra measure, I take the bedsheet and pull it down like a tent. About three bombs drop, but do not explode. Then it's over. I wonder about my room for a bit; clear the desk; sit on my sofa. Another warning; I climb back under the bed, facing the other way and this time on my stomach to wait it out. Two bombs, no explosions, but this time, a disturbing scream. I get up and hurry downstairs and out the back door. At this point, I remember congratulating our enemy (hard to explain why). Nothing seems out of the ordinary and everything is incredibly bright and sunny. My family all mill about the garden and my dad enters the conservatory. Me points to the cat's litter tray "They're dead!" The litter tray is full of dead fish - unsurprisingly, as they aren't in water.
"Oh God," I say, turning to the rabbit's cage. "Sampras!"
Our rabbit is in the corner of his cage, eyes half-closed and muddy and disheveled. "Quick, get his head inside," someone says, and I lift Sampras the rabbit and deposit him in the house where he immediately perks up. SO now nobody can shelter outside.
"Get inside," I say, shutting the door, "and don't leave the door open for more than a few seconds."
I get inside, and everyone else follows. Sampras hops about happily.

Next dream: My mum tells me she is going to Japan today and wants to know if I want to come. I say I do, and she tells me not to bring much. I pack a few things into a small rucksack which has a ladybug on it. I check to see when the plane leaves: four o'clock. I ask if I can pack my laptop. My mum says that would be fine. We spend a while doing stuff about the house. My mum spends for ever packing, until four o'clock comes and passes. I am sitting on the floor in the living room as it becomes five o'clock and we still haven't left. Eventually, we do, but the dream ends.

19-4-13
One dream involves my electric toothbrush not charging so I discover that it is not plugged in. Wow.

A second dream starts with me reading Bleach, but the pages are all drawn in different colours. Then the dream goes strange, and we (me and some people I don't know - I think one male, one female) are in a tall, cylindrical metal room, with a slopes funnel shaped section in the floor. Ther are four long sweeping arms attached to a pole in the middle of the cylinder, and the whole thing is covered in bright blue paint - heaps of wet paint. About half way up the wall and behind me there is a long window in the metal wall and some controls which are being operated by Uryū Ishida. The panels begin to spin and separate out, and another cylindrical section rises of of the funnel shape in the middle, also covered in heaps of wet blue paint which runs down the sides in swathes. We avoid the panels which spin about violently until eventually they slow down and stop. There is something beneath the funnel section we need to get to - something inside the large inner cylinder. I take a long rope with a sharp hook on the end and throw it to my companions. The male one throws the hook over something on the ceiling so that it then falls down into the mouth of the funnel and operates like a pulley. He and the female start tugging it and the inner section starts rising - but now it is a lot smaller. The paint all runs off it and it we are left with a hollow cylinder with a cone-shaped top made of metal, suspended by the hook hanging from the ceiling. We are happy because we need what is inside...

April 19

To bed at 8:30 very tired

2:40 a dream that seemed clear but hard to retain and put into words. Work related. In Excel. A Table. Evaluating work of others?

An earlier dream now remembered a bit: I was in law enforcement and someone I knew worked with he recommended me for work in a more important agency, maybe FBI? I was female, but not myself.

5:50 in ice cream shop with family but also some people from church. Flavors: chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry - less adventurous than I would choose in real life (although got to love chocolate).these were either ice cream or shakes or both. A parishioner from our church who has been dead for years showed up. We then went next door to some sort of bar/restaurant to join him. He said why didn't we bring him some ice dream, but then said that he couldn't have it on his diet anyway. We marveled that it had been 8 years already.

Remembered from earlier: I did dream of the coworker about whom I had had a dream of me asking him out on a date. There continued to be some illicit attraction, but this time I am not as shocked by it as last time because I know I will not act on it in real life, and i know i can't help what I dream of in non-lucid dreams. Yup, he is an attractive man, but that should not be a problem as long as I don't act on it.

Remembered from earlier: Some weird dream where I had some sort of weird rash on my skin or maybe a burn, and it could be peeled off and it got better. This weird patch had weird stuff stuck to it that was entangled: some yarn and a snake. Once freed the snake moved, proved to be alive, but it proved to be half snake and half yarn, body glued somehow in the middle. once it cam to life it tried to bite me.

Dream recall from today's nap.

I was playing some kind of fighting game, i had to select accessories for player character and there were a couple of wrestler accessories that were paired and when used could transform player character into werewolf. After i selected them there was howl which continued as HH for a half of second as i wake up.

Dream Fragment:I'm standing in a baseball field, the baseball players are wearing white with black pin stripes. It begins to rain and all the baseball players pull down this circus like tent from out of nowhere and covers the whole baseball field, but the slopes of the tent go down to where the audience is standing at the side, a big splash of water comes flying off the tarp onto a mans shirt who then instantaneously turns into a woman with big boobs and we laugh as she is in shock from the cold water drenching her.

Dream Fragment 2:I'm outside and I jump into the pool, people get mad because I got my clothes wet, I apologize a ridiculous amount of times and no one forgives me. They throw me a towel and it gets in the water and everyone gets mad at me for letting the towel get wet. Finally I get out and I take my clothes off and change into pajamas and ask my grandma if she can dry my clothes before the party and she said no, and that the drier doesn't work in rain storms and that a rain storm is coming, so I go get a blow dryer and try it manually.

there were two kittens - one orange one that looked like a cat i used to have (sammy). He got loose and I freaked out. Eventually got him back but he was a little more brown than orange. mostly dirt, but some a natural darkening of his fur as he grew

Had climbed up to the top of this really tall mountain. There was a lot of fog around the edges, so must have been really high up. Was there in a largish group of people (hiking or something I guess). The view was beautiful. The mountain was a giant world tree - the branches running off into the distance. I almost fell once. I was overcome with fear at the edge of a drop (we were really, really high up. Couldn't see anything below us - just a kind of foggy distance).

there was an earlier dream with the tag 'captivity', but its gone now.