dream fragment

Kinda short dream... And I don't remember much... But here it is...

I was in a house with kind of a lot of other random people... I remember it being very windy outside, and we were hiding from a huge storm that kinda seemed like an apocalypse. It was pouring rain outside and the trees were bent a lot from the powerful wind. It's possible that maybe there were tornadoes, but I never saw any. That's actually pretty much it. I don't remember much because I was only just able to type this now, and I had this dream last night.

After tossing and turning all night not being able to sleep I just gave up. This morning when I decided to try and sleep again I was more successful. Trying to fall asleep, telling myself, "I will dream, I will remember" I slipped off while looking at the light coming from my window. This light slowly fading away, then coming back and turning red as I zoom out and away from a dodge ball leaving my hand. I was in a place I wouldn't be able to recall. Never being here before I was confused as my extremely pissed dad whips another dodge ball at me. I was in a gym. Several other teenagers I've never met before all whipping dodge balls at each other before me. I blink and they were gone. The room brightens and I could feel a warm aura pulsating around me. Looking across this strange gym I find my dad with an exercise ball in his arms and sprinting straight at me. Before I can react I was drilled sent straight into the floor. Momentarily, split seconds before smashing into the concrete I am awake to my grandmother yelling my name.

At in-laws' house. Mum was having a bath in the laundry sink, while my wife and I watched TV. Small children playing on the floor. I was playing with one of them for a while, while I waited for Mum to come out of surgery. Child became upset so I handed her to my father-in-law who had just arrived home from a road trip.

So, for the past fiew days I've been dabbling in different induction methods of lucid dreaming. Last night though, after quite an unhealthy dry spell of my lucid's I told my wife to wake me up around three in the morning when she would be going to sleep. She woke me up, I had a glass of water and a little talk- and then attempted to combine the WBTB, WILD, and audio induction methods all at the same time to try to overdrive my mind into remembering to remain conscious.
And praise God it did! I became lucid in a dream of my own house. My wife and I walked into the restroom, and for the sake of my enphatuation with both her and the state of being lucid, I excitedly started explaining the mechanics of what was going on to her dream character. I told her, once we open that door- we can be anywhere, doing anything we want. It's up to you.
She simply said, "I want to go back in time. Two days.". Naturally, that sounds rediculous when you have the full arsonal of my subconscious on the loose in our current realm, but I went a long with it because of it's special meaning. Yesterday, in the day time we had gotten into the worst fight of our relationship. It was a stammering, on the edge conflict that nearly broke us appart, but we made it through with an even stronger stride. So I opened the door, and we went back in time. Before we fought. Before we said things. It was a nice dream to have, even though it completely distracted me from my dream-state studies. I would have it again if I could. After that I had a false awakening, told my wife's second dream character about the first dream, and then it got strange and unorganized. There were a scene where her and I pulled into a dead end street with a bunch of husky Charlie's Angel looking guys parked around my truck (I don't have a truck in real life). One of them came up to me and started talking shit. So I reached for my keys, closed my door and took off. I think I ran over his foot, because him and a group of his friends started riding towards me. I turned out on the main freeway, just to realize that the freeway had turned into a mall... I was driving my truck through a mall, accedently hitting people. So I skidded to a stop, and walked up to a desk where... my wife and I began to casually go about banking business. Then later after a somewhat dark period, I remember being down the street from my house at night time. It was halloween, or something like that I suspected. It was an eerie setting, things started touch me out of nowhere and taunt me so I began walking away and noticed little stuffed dolls on the ground as if someone had been chucking them towards me. Half way back to my house I noticed a group of idiot teenagers giggling about it, so I climbed up the fense about to confront them- but instead just laughed it off and went home. I had some later dreams, but nothing concrete enough to report on. Thanks for reading!

Dream - Lucid

I was somewhere with my mom. We were inside, and I remember the colors being bright tones of purple, blue, and there was some darker red in there. She was showing me how to cut things with a machete. I don't like knives or things like that, it's kind of an irrational fear I posses in waking life, and apparently in my dreams too. I wasn't really too scared though, more just worried that she would slip up and hurt me. I kept thinking that a machete blade was so sharp, it would slice at the slightest contact.

My mom was showing me some way to cut where you threw it in the air and it would come back down. When she did that, it grazed my left thumb. It didn't hurt, and I looked at my thumb and didn't notice anything immediately weird, but then I saw a slight line that went all around the pad of my thumb. I told my mom I needed to go to the hospital right away. I touched the cut part of my thumb, and it was barely attached. It then started to ooze some blood out the sides of the cut. Then I noticed the pain. I held the piece of my thumb to the rest of it, worried it would fall off and I wouldn't be able to save it. I knew there was a time limit on reattaching digits and limbs, and I wasn't about to let that piece of my thumb go.

We were then at the hospital, which had the same color scheme as wherever we were before, and we went up to the counter. I was holding my thumb, and telling the ER nurse that we needed to get in quick. I hoped she thought it was enough of an emergency to send us back right away.

Thankfully, she did. We were sent back, and my mom told me that they would put this clear gel stuff around the cut that would "dissolve part of the nerve". I thought they were going to kill my thumb, but I think it was designed to seal the wound quickly, kinda like a heavy-duty liquid band-aid.

I sat down, and a man with messy brown hair that was a bit shorter than mine and a mustache sat across from me and started to doctor my thumb. I couldn't watch as he lined the cut with the gel. My mom was sitting to my right getting the same thing done by a woman doctor I think. She didn't have a cut though, so I wasn't sure why she was doing it. Oh well.

When the doctors were done, we got up. My mom showed me the veins in her wrist, and how the medicine was causing some of them to look a white-ish clear color. I then put my wrist out and noticed the same thing. Apparently, that was a normal reaction to the medicine.

I looked at my thumb, and it looked like it was healing well enough. No blood, and I could barely see the cut anymore. Then, I saw my cat underneath a kitchen table and some chairs, and she was messing with something that apparently was supposed to be my thumb, but looked nothing like it. It was this small white thing, maybe it was the cat's paw or something. At any rate, part of it came off, and some string thing extended from it, like that's what was holding it together. I then saw that the pad of my thumb has fallen off, leaving an indention where it had been before. Well crap, that sucks. I accepted it, however, since there really wasn't anything else I could do about it. I examined the thumb, and it looked like someone had just scooped a bit from the middle. It still had the lines and creases of a fingerprint. I felt alright about it, I knew it was something I just had to get used to.

~

I was in my room, and my mom came in and started to look through my stuff since the people painting our house had to do something in my room (IWL we are having the house painted). I went into my closet and watched her do it, hoping she wouldn't get into my top dresser drawer where my pipe was. She then headed over there and asked something about the dresser. My POV then switched to me being behind the dresser. She started to open the drawer, and I ran out and shut it, saying
"You don't want to look in there. Please don't look in there."
She didn't argue or anything, she just opened another drawer instead.

Then, I remember walking out of Peck Hall, a building at my old college, and I was with some other people, my friend JT being one of them. He had his arm around me. In front of me, I saw the back of a girl in a cute black sun dress with grayish flowers on it. She was wearing a headband in her straight blonde hair. It looked just like my good friend Kacey, whom in waking life moved away to another town last year. I asked JT if it was Kacey, and he said no. I knew it couldn't have been anyway. We kept walking.

~

I remember a brief fragment about Gabriel texting me saying he was busy or something.

~

I was in my room again, looking at some painting that The Sandman apparently did, of an Indian girl getting fucked by a white dude on my bed by the closet...I could hear him explaining it to me. It wasn't his original plan to paint that, he had just started to paint a hand on the closet door, and he was inspired to paint two people fucking. Lolwut.

Then, there was some weird black contraption in my room. It was a dolly that the painters were using to carry packages or heavy loads, but at first I thought it was a weird sex toy. I touched something that protruded from the center, which I assumed was used for, well, sexual purposes. Hmm...interesting. I then saw the wheels and realized what it really was.

I then saw this guy laying on the floor next to this girl I had some classes with in waking life named Natalie. At least I think it was her. Anyway, she was giving this guy shot after shot in the leg, right where it bends, a little below the side of the knee. They were supposed to be steroid shots or something. Natalie was giving the shots like a professional nurse would. They were talking as she gave him the shots. I said something about my mom getting steroid shots in her shoulders for her pain. He would occasionally say it hurt, but they would keep talking.

She finally finished giving him shots. I have no idea how many he gave her; it was quite a few. I saw the part of his leg that was getting the shots was slightly swollen in the spots the needles had gone in.

I finally got to sleep last night after struggling for hours to do so. I take ambien to sleep now, and I guess I've built up a tolerance, or this batch just sucks. Either way, it's not helping me sleep right now. I had to take an allergy pill to even have any hope I would fall asleep, which I obviously finally did after sitting up half the night watching documentaries on Netflix. Hoping that a visit to the doctor will straighten out the sleeping meds problem. I do eventually need to get off the Ambien, and I will once my life slows down a bit.

I can kind of remember two dreams from last night. Well, more like fragments. In the first, I was trying to help a girl hook up a Playstation to my laptop because she needed a monitor to play it on. The second dream involved me guessing at meanings of things in a language made of colours.

I had several dreams tonight, all with similar theme of money, tickets and friends.

I am standing on some big London bridge over a river. It must be maybe 300m wide. There are many tourists there around all looking one way. Then they started shouting and sort of panicking. I ask them what happened as I dont see anything strange going on. They tell me that there was a big building on the river (I suppose on some small island) and they report that it just sinked in one second. I look around, trying to remember the scenery and where the building was and looked like.

I am trying to sort out a situation where I have paid some trip for me, JH and someone his friend in advance. It all cost me something over £3200. Somehow I worked out that they need to give me £792 each plus some more for some other expenses. However, they didnt go on the trip for some reason and now I am little puzzled how to ask them for the money. But I paid in advance, as we were supposed to go. So I do ask them and there is a big fuss about it.

I am standing outside JH house and there is him and his father. For some reason I have his toothbrush in my pocket. We talk about brushing teeth and his fathers says that he can land me his leather belt (to brush my teeth with???). I am thinking how will I give the toothbrush back without JH noticing.

There is more, but I am struggling to remember and string it together

My daughter prompted this fragment.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m dreaming about the Lizards of National Geographic, aprogram prompted by my daughter’s interest in reptiles. The visuals cyclethrough several creatures form the book though all are on television. They’repretty cool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I have had a lot of dreams about chat lately. fOrceez also appears in a few of them. Weird.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m dreaming about the DreamViews chat and I am responsiblefor setting the channel modes. I’m used to the bots doing it but I really wantto take a turn and have a little fun with it. First I change the mode to+funsta but it isn’t what I expected so I change the mode to +42, a littleHitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy joke. I see that fOrceez is in the channel andI change the mode for him to +StepOnTheGas which seems appropriate for him andhis upbeat nature.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I remember two dreams from last night. They both were pretty short and fragmented.

In the first one, i pulled up in my drive way at home. As i was getting out of my car, my parents were going in the house too. My parents told me not to go to this park that she knows i like to chill at. They said that some people had recently got arrested out there and they were caught with guns and drugs. It threw me off, but not enough to become lucid. Unfortunately -_-.

Then there was another one where i was driving down the busiest street in my home town. I stopped at McDonalds to eat and when i came in i saw my homies cousins eating there. I sat down and started to eat with them, and the dream started to fade..

I had a dream last night that involved collecting pieces of candy (Smarties - the American kind - to be specific) and making note of which ones we found on a chart. The candy was all hidden in my living room, and the chart was on the dining room table (we have a combined living room/dining room/kitchen area, all as one big room).

In the next dream, I was watching some weird TV show, in which a school nurse went crazy and killed one of the kids.

I woke up after that but soon went back to sleep and had a dream that I was checking Facebook and saw that one of my friends had spoiled the ending to The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword (ironically, he's never played Skyward Sword IWL). I can't remember what he'd said, but I kind of wish I could remember, so I could see how close it compares with the actual ending when I finish the game IWL.

The next dream... I don't even know where to start with this one. I remember it. I can't recall anything I can really put into words. I can hardly even recall any images. I can barely even remember anything that happened. Yet I know that I can just... remember it - this feeling of acknowledgement of having dreamt it, I suppose.

I guess I'll try to write what I can remember and put into words. It was kind of dark. It was also a video game - and a rather frustrating one at that. I remember the mini-map in the corner. There were four dots on that map - two red and two yellow. The red ones were me, and the yellow ones were the enemy. I can't remember who/what I was, though, just that I was represented on the mini-map as two red dots.

Dream - Lucid

All I can recall is walking through a parking lot outside of what reminded me of this Mexican restaurant I frequented in high school.

I barely slept at all last night...damn you, insomnia! Screwing up my dreaming endeavors.

I had a dream last night, after two of them, that I was at a basket-ball game with these cute but weird perverted class clowns. But the game was in my school gym! I had just kicked a moutain dew down like thirty stories of stairs, and like tons of moutain dew flew out! It went all over the floor, so they had to stop the game to clean it up. IN the dream, I was pretty cool with the guys. Not awkward at all. But then, something strange happened... We sat down in the top row of bleachers really high up, and he was whispering something to his friends...they were, too, VERY perverted. He starts smiling and nods. He turns to me and takes my chin in his hands, I was about to laugh but he kisses me... I could FEEL it. Like as if though I was actually kissing him. It was strange. If someone touches me in a dream, I can feel it like they was ACTUALLY there, ACTUALLY touching me...but this was different. They say, if you dream a person, their thinking of you or miss you we don't ever talk though!

DJ Log: August 26, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Pacific)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am running around on an elevated wooden raceway, playing some kind of ball game with a few other players. The raceway has several broken boards which reveal a large canyon underneath. There are a few buildings which the track passes through. The track has a short rail along the edge in some areas, but drops off into the canyon in others. We are knocking tennis balls down the track with golf clubs, trying to avoid dropping the balls into the canyon.

At one point, my ball jumps off the track and lands in a pile of junk in the corner of a building. When I climb over to get it, I find that it is balanced on the center of a small board with openings on both sides. I give it a whack and it rolls up and out of the building. I run after the ball to find that it rolled around the building and landed in a large field beside the building. I hear one of the other players say, “Nice shot!”

Fragments:
1.
Was in my house and new people were moving in. Some of them had complaints about the place and they had their families and friends helping them. I got angry at my friend because she deposited two checks of mine but then my receipt showed that I was losing money. I then threw her bowl with fruit against the kitchen wall and stormed upstairs. When I got upstairs I was in a mansion and I was watching Harry Potter auditions on television but none of the actors matched real life. I missed my girlfriend who was downstairs and wondered what she thought of my angry outburst. She was gone but she had cleaned up my mess.
2.
I was in Seaside. I was waiting for a friend. I kept calling/texting him and he kept saying that he was on his way. He wasn't showing up though and when I tried calling him again, it went to voicemail. He was at a pizza place. I met him finally later in a river setting. It changed into an indoor pool. It gets hazy. My high school girlfriend was there. He was mad or jealous of me because I had more free time than him. It turned into a bar. I was trying to talk to the bartender and the other customers.
3.
I happened upon a group of people. They were playing a game outside. I asked to join. I just remember the rules. We had to make a meal for the group but do it more slowly than any other person. I guess the game was a test of patience. I remember thinking how stupid it sounds and I didn't want to play. This dream occurred in the middle of the night. I woke up, thought it was a stupid dream not worth writing down. I was tired.