dream fragment

DJ Log: January 6, 2013 – 4:15PM (USA Eastern)
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I drive into a parking lot at a strip mall then walk into a store looking for a wacky hat for a party. The store didn't have any, but the cashier suggested that I try another store at the other end of the strip mall. I walk down the sidewalk past a long row of shopping carts. Near the end of the row, there is a hobo looking guy wearing a corset. He is telling another guy that his lady friend passed out along the wall and he asks them what that smell is on her. He says that he thinks she shit her pants. The guy says, “That's not shit, that's death.” I continue walking and skip the other store. Wanting nothing to do with this mess, I walk into the parking lot and make my way back to the car.

DJ Log: January 5, 2013 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am driving down a road with a guy in the truck with me. The back seat is full of luggage and what not. Suddenly I realize that I'm running through a red light and there is a cop sitting just ahead, so I put on my right blinker and turn into a Sheets convenience store. I walk into the store and approach the food counter. A guy behind the counter is slicing a large steak into strips. He asks what I want. I tell him that the steak looks good and ask him to make me a steak sub. After a brief moment, he hands me a sub roll packed full of thick slices of raw steak.

DJ Log: December 25, 2012 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

Went into office and all of the walls were freshly painted. All of the stuff in the lab was gone and the workbench was empty.

Dream Fragment of my mom trying to explain to me how the Bananas with the light green on top tastes the best, offering me a bite, took a bite, and to my astonishment, was the best banana I've ever eaten!

Dream Fragment of me seeing Lindsey at school on the Courtyard Steps, but she had absolutely no interest in my existence. Seemed somewhat oblivious to me trying to communicate with her.

I was in my room, doing critical thinking with a giant ba of weed, about 7 grams or so, and I left it on my Night Stand, to where my mom came in, saw it, asked what is was, and I told her it was Weed I found under my bed. She Acted as if she had absolutely no idea what it was. Interestingly enough, she didn't seem all to disappointed in knowing I had a bag THAT big full of nugs. She then began to slowly and casually search my room for things and stuff, though at the time, I was playing Sim Copter with a friend, but the computer started smelling like smoke.

Summing this up due to connection problems:

Climbed a Tree, 3 Cops drove by

Trains crashed into each other, into cop cars, and riots and protests were being had. Intence

Jeff and Daniel went to a small shop and Home depot to buy something, shortcut through dirt road across 434

Model ship like Eve from Wall-e, in a small room, about to take on a Space Viking Ship, Aliens Black, Spiked Armour, blue eyes, and angry. Plowed through them, and Won!

i dreamed my partner and me were at some office, some small chapel, getting married. But we were waiting on something before we exchanged vows. I remember flowers being in my hair and holding a bunch of long stemmed white and green flowers. And I remember brown carpet and office paper everywhere - the old kind with tiny holes in the edges.

I am in the second floor of a house. I'm lying on a sofa near a wide open door Then I see a blonde girl about 4 years old riding on a small bike. The girl walks around the room but with each lap gets closer and closer to the edge of the stairs.
Then my gaze shifts to a dog sleeping on the floor. But the more I wake towards the dog, the more it looks more like a rag doll. I wake up suddenly.

01-03-2012 -- [Bladder infection, only a nap on the third, and constantly waking on the 4th. Mostly very odd fragments, and stuff that is all over the place.]

I think this was a long, involved dream that I mostly can't remember. It felt like a cross between Harry Potter (for the characters), Game of Thrones (for the type and feel of the human evil and sense of betrayal throughout) and perhaps a hint of Wheel of Time for a Dark One-like sense of all-pervading evil in the background.

Almost all of the Malfoys and their relatives have gone on a complete killing spree, viciously murdering all over the place, except Narcissa, who has decided it is all a bit much, and she can't do this anymore. She decides to approach me (Harry Potter) and team with me to try and stop her relatives, while hiding that she has changed sides, so she doesn't get killed, herself.

There's a lot here, but I can't remember most of it. Eventually, we're bringing a battle to fruition in an area with a small hill between us an the enemy. We're sending some sort of combination of robot and golem to attack the enemy on the other side of the hill, and it lands on him, crushing him, as we move on to a major confrontation.

Soon Narcissa is standing next to her sister on a tennis court, along with me and what looks like Wolverine. She is pointing to many of her servants who are playing tennis, and commenting on how they all are in such good shape, and have the bodies of gods and goddesses, before telling her sister we are all going down, but she is going to start with the others that Narcissa has fallen for. She suddenly produces Wolverine-style claws from her own hands, and dices Wolverine up, blood, bits of body, and limbs splattering everywhere, very vividly, before turning to me, as Narcissa screams in horror. [Being that it is Wolverine, he might manage to heal, but in the dream I didn't think of that. We were both convinced we'd lost a partner and were probably going down.]

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01-04-2013 -- First dream of night, really short, limited and fragmented: Playing Runescape, and everything is blending together. I am hunting lots of little blue implings, moving marmasaw plants, perhaps penguins, and all kinds of other stuff, all at the same time. just wandering around, grabbing things at the same time.

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01-04-2013 -- More hunting bits as noted above, except I am now making grabs for tiny red, green and blue implings which seem to add to the stats of my red, green, and blue crewmen on the player owned ports minigame. I'm really trying to advance these characters, even while also getting involved in some of of dating situation (being set up on dates or something) which Melody has started.

Somehow I end up going out to some kind of church event (Church of the Nazarene setting, Pine Castle Methodist people?) that leads into a bit of super hero stuff. We're urging everybody to show up for some sort of meeting or revelation of something, where Superman will provide the answer we need. (Answer to what, I don't know.) I am Clark / Superman, dressed up as Clark right now, and we're gathering people around the Euclid overpass.

There turn out to be a ton more people than we expect, so many that they can't be counted, and they fill up all space as far as we can see. Far more than we expected. There is nowhere for me to duck into to change into Superman without being seen, so I more or less accept that I am going to have to reveal myself in front of everybody. I'm just beginning to undo my shirt to reveal the costume underneath, when something happens and everybody starts to disperse again, satisfied with what has occurred, so I start to button my shirt again.

Soon I am Spider-Man (not in costume) and Superman is traveling with me, as I am arriving back home at the Hickory house. The oldest kid from Home Improvement is there (Zachery Ty Bryan), and he's a bit of a punk, and is threatening us and saying he killed my sister. He is also making some very odd comment that goes nowhere, that the command staff of the Starship Enterprise has been replaced with doubles.

Superman, flying in with his x-ray vision, identifies a recently buried body in the ground at either Vinnie's house or Robby's, so it seems the kid was serious. Kind of ticks us off. We head inside the house, and it turns out we are kind of babysitting the kid, watching over him and trying to keep him out of trouble. This is difficult because he has somehow gained some of our powers. (We have them, too, he hasn't taken them from us, he has just gained them, as well.) Thankfully he seems more interested in pranking his younger brothers than using his powers for more major evil.

He is 'writing' on his brothers' shirt with water, then putting flour on it to write mean slogans in white. He is doing the same for his own shirt, but using it to add a number like a sports jersey. But of course, being in flour, it's making a bit of a mess. There is an attractive young lady who wants to take over his care, but we tell her we really think we're better suited to handle him, though we can't tell her why. ("Yeah, he's developed super powers, so we need to use our super powers to keep him under control." That'll go over well.) Just weird.

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01-04-2013 -- Making a delivery somewhere down toward Fort Lauderdale, and have already dropped off the package. I'm thinking to myself 'wouldn't it be neat to run into Amy F. while I was down here?' and sure enough, as I glance into the open door of an apartment, there she is. It seems they are still moving stuff in to the new place. I try to say hello and make conversation, but she just glances at me, then ignores me.

I don't really know what is up, but I wonder if maybe she just doesn't recognize me, even though my picture is on my Facebook account, which is where I now know her from. [An acquaintance from high school who recently moved to Florida, and who I do now know from Facebook.] But anyway, she doesn't seem to want to acknowledge me, so I just turn around to leave.

I try to walk back to my car, but oddly enough, I just can't find it. I am walking up and down rows of apartments, looking at the cars out front, but I just can't seem to find mine. Suddenly I stop and ask myself what car am I looking for? Was I driving the purple car? No. Red? I come up with a sort of off-white not-quite-beige four door sedan that doesn't really match any car I have ever driven, and start looking again, at least now knowing what it is I am looking for.

Somehow mom is there for a minute or two, and I visit with her. Then I pass back by Amy's apartment again. This time her guy is there, and decides to talk to me for a few minutes. He seems friendly, and we have no problems or anything. Oddly enough, Keffer and Tucker are there (my past landlord's Bijons) and he has opened the pet gate to bring stuff through, and is surprised when the dogs go running off through it. But he says he'll get them, and goes running after them.

I can hear him calling for them, and getting more and more frantic, so I follow him out. The dogs are running all over the place, and paying him no mind whatsoever, but when I start calling to them a couple of times they come running up to me, and I get them back inside the dog gate again. Never do see any sign of my car, though.

03.01.2013

Lucidity Class (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in a classroom in a lucid dreaming class, feeling complacent as I know more than everyone else.

As the teacher starts to talk about reality checks, I hover out of my chair and fly around the classroom, while everyone moans that I'm showing off.

This night I had a very profound dream.

I was at some kind of festival in a field, there was a tent, within this tent were simple tables, square bales of hay, and through the middle was a large electrical cable with a thick plastic cover. Next to the cable was a table, sat at this table was my eldest sister (my sister dearest to me), she had carelessly thrown a cigarette butt onto the plastic cover of the cable. The cable began to melt and catch alight and sparks started to fly. I hurried to the cable and tried to put the fire out.

The next thing I know I was sat opposite my sister at the table. My sister was trying to tell me something that had happened to me as a child, something terrible. She seemed very distressed by it and kept saying "I'm so sorry Rob, I'm so sorry.". She did not know how to begin telling me.

Just as she was about to get the words out of her mouth a small child came up to the table and so my sister had to change the conversation to something cheerful and not depressing to pretend everything was okay to the child "..And then we cleaned up the mess and everything was okay.".

As the child went away, she started to say that she was sorry and that she was going to tell me now. I was then awoken by my alarm clock.

This dream left quite a big mark on my mind for a while, I've been trying to figure it out but I can't.
I think it might be about a repressed memory that I have had as a child but I have no idea what it could be.

End of journal.

10/28/2012
I had a short, vague dream about the possibility of having a dream that lasted forever when you became lucid. Also in the dream, I had to run away from a man with a mutated face.

I was at my wife's factory. I was in training to do her job, but instead of watching machines do embroidery, the machine took one product, a toy already in blister packaging, and injected it with some kind of liquid. This was designed to make it just like another toy, or equivalent to this other toy (?).

Remembering that my wife has to do things to spec, I turned to the guy in charge of the machine. He had memorized the specs that I would have to have written down, and another guy at the other end of the room had the specs. I thought they should be closer to the guy manning the machine, at least when that person was going to be me, but I wasn't going to start complaining. I just wanted to learn my job.

12-31-2012 -- [Three dreams from the last day of the year, even if in kind of limited format. Was sleeping poorly, edge of sick, hints of sleep apnea, and waking far too frequently.] I seem to be reading a message forum set up for a childrens' book author, who slowly turns out to be Bonnie M. The forum seems much more like a Bravenet-style forum or a Prodigy or Genie-style pre-web service, and I haven't checked in for a very long time.

There is a lengthy, involved discussion on the forum, itself, and updates needed but not made, and wondering if they will ever be fixed. This leads to another discussion about rumors of problems between the author (Bonnie) and the webmaster that might have to be resolved before any fix could occur. One of the people on the forum turns out to be one of Bonnie's grandchildren, who says she'll ask her Baba what the issue is. I'm worried about what she might say, since I am the one who designed and installed the website.

I accidentally post a reply on my old account, which I really didn't want to do, for fear it might cause problems. I quickly go back and delete the message, but somebody has already replied to it, and it leads to another discussion about whether I came back, or whether somebody new has been hired on to update the site. And the debate continues.

[In real life, I did design the web site, but she was a clown, not a childrens author, and the web site had no need for a forum, so I did not include one. And since I designed it, and had a bit of a falling out with her, somebody else has come in and done some limited further work on the site.]

12-31-2012 -- [Kind of a continuation of the previous dream, but I know I woke up and tried to fix the dream in my head before I dropped off into sleep again.] I am still dealing with the computer forum, and problems related to it, and my accidental post, but now it is more a forum about/for Harry Potter and/or Harry Potter fan-fiction, with hints of Runescape's Player Owned Ports thrown in. (As has been the case with many of my dreams, lately.)

Messages seem to be kind of color-coded (like the POP characters), but they refer to three factions within Hogwarts that are making plans for me. I am Harry Potter, of course, and myself, Minerva and Albus are all making plans for me, for what I should be doing, and where my life should be going. I prefer my plans, strangely enough. Snape hates me, but is honest enough to admit that my plans seem to be both the most realistic, and the most reasonable.

The forum software has a strange display system that kind of flow-charts the messages, and has them in multiple columns all over the screen, almost like some sort of out-of-control rabid shoutbox. I have made a post trying to deal with all this, and urging for my own plans for my life, and the system has displayed them in a box of their own on the far right top of the screen. The message ties in to the previous discussion, but branches off in a new direction, so probably should be a new message, and I planned to post it with a new account, but it accidentally came out under my old name. I at least manage to go back and change the name on it, though it still remains in the same place on the screen.

12-31-2012 -- [Another fragmented bit from the same night, but a little more active and involved.] I'm at the Hickory house in the front yard, playing some sort of small-scale live-action version of Risk, with hints of a game behind the game ... layers upon layers. There is a real feeling of wrong and menace in the air, like something evil is going on. I want to go inside and be safe, but the evil seems to be concentrated around the front door, and going through it might be extremely dangerous.

It kind of feels somewhat like something evil but invisible is trying to attack me from behind, except I can just barely kind of sense it. I grab at something, and come away with a magic wand, and holding that wand kind of grants me better vision for what I am trying to see. It's almost like a wand-using dementor that had been invisible to me, but now I can kind of see it, almost as a sort of black aura.

I can't go through the front door, but mom's bedroom window is open just a couple of inches, and I am thinking if I can force it open a little further, I can climb in the house through it. There is still a sense of evil around and even in the house, but not as great as what is blocking the front door. I manage to force the window, and climb inside. As I am soon heading down the hall toward the living room area, I sense more figures which I can't really see, except as a light trace of aura.

It seems my house and the magic world kind of overlap. They kind of occupy the same physical space, but on different planes of existence. I just can't usually see or sense the other plane. With the dementor, though, the evil was heavy enough to sense, and once I'd taken it's wand, I could sense more. There are a couple of witches in the hall with me, and it seems they can always sense or see our world, but they are extremely surprised that I can suddenly sense theirs, and have a wand.

Minerva and Tonks are the witches in the hall, I think, and Minerva is thinking about obliviating me and taking the wand away, but I am strongly against this! This is my house, dang it! I start to use what limited powers I have with the wand as a focus. I don't know any spells, but I just say what I want in English and apply my will, and have some success. "Light!" I get a small, not terribly impressive Lumos. "See!" That works better. Everything starts to come into focus, and I can see more of the witches than just their auras.

It seems that the space my house shares in the wizards' world is a magical hospital. The black doctor from the Fawlty Tower episode The Germans is the main doctor here, but he has been attacked with some kind of spell that has cost him his memory. His patients really need help, but he doesn't know which ones are his, any more. Tonks is helping him get around, leading him to see the patients and see if he recognizes any. He doesn't. But when he is led to one of the few that they know is his patient, he is able to help the man.

I use the wand I stole and my will, and cause a light pink aura to appear around all of his patients, so we can figure out which ones are his, and lead him to them. As he approaches each one, more of his memory returns with each one, and he is able to heal each one, so I am saving lives with my stolen wand, and buying myself good will among the magic users.

Suddenly I find myself in a courthouse I can largely remember from previous dreams, relating to getting into trouble while driving. I am not in any trouble this time, and am just filing some papers connected to my license or something. I have two things to do here, but I remember from past trips getting one thing done, and then being told I didn't have to wait in line to get the second thing done, because the person I needed to see next could see when I finished the first thing.

I am hoping for the same courtesy this time, but they have rearranged the courthouse, and the second counter is no longer in sight of the first one, so I have to walk past several other counters to reach the one I need. When I reach the right counter, two sides away, I am still called right up, but as I am passing through the line, I find that Dave D. (a childhood friend) is here, as well, and is now with me on this errand. His father, Don, is also here, and is calling to us and acting silly, which is something I have never seen him do before. Weird and unconnected to the rest of the dream.

My friend told me that there was something dangerous about getting a kitten.

I use knitting needles as weapons.

I start daydreaming about Bonkalore's monster!Wheatlies after I wake up and then I sort of sink into a fuzzy dream about them that only lasts seconds.

Later I'm inside TF2 and I'm doing really well.

Later I'm an army general but I'm not being very nice to my horse so other people start being mean to me, and everyone around me is a TF2 character.

Later I'm at a concert pretending to be a drummer of this famous band that has just come back after a long hiatus, but really, the drummer is sick or doesn't want to do it or something. The only member of the band that night who actually knows what he's doing is the singer. I literally have no idea what I'm even supposed to play, but I figure I'll follow along as best as I can. I have trouble even taking the cover off of the drums and then finding the right drumsticks. I wake up before I have to play anything.