dream fragment

Non-dream Dream

Just a few fragments:

I am playing baseball and the world is coming to an end. It is survival of the fittest and I have some special powers. I am telling people that my wife cheated on me with BW - I don't think it was true though. All of the building around me are exploding and crashing down.

This is again a daily entry of what I dreamt this morning, 13 August 2012.

Somehow, somewhere, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead was very real. I sat observing the scene unfolding around me. I fully expected Howard Roark, the renegade architect, to rape Dominique Francon. It was expected. Really, it was just that.

I awaken sometime around 8:10 am. Falling back asleep for a brief period of only about 30 minutes.

A former friend of mine was angry with me for some reason. It seemed that he didn't want me talking about his ex-girlfriend.

I discover this apartment building on a quiet busy intersection, somehow reminiscent of basketball and laundry. I'm at the basement of what looks like my house, trying to connect to the Internet, and it was late morning.

Now I'm in my geography class again, expected to complete about three assignments, and after asking around apparently one of them was due yesterday. Gasp! The latest one, somehow, is due July 19th, which is apparently in the future.

I sit down to talk to this girl, who seemed to enjoy talking to me all year, and we were discussing something other than all these overburdening assignments.

Suddenly, something makes me realize this is all a dream. People around me continue to walk about, producing a strange and loud din.

I try to close my eyes and change the scenery. It doesn't work, as the talking is too loud. So I close my eyes even harder shut, and plug my ears in attempt to drown out all awareness of the surroundings.

Immediately, I'm rushed into this big portal, finding it hard to open my eyes again, not because it's too bright out here or anything. I "see", or visualize, swarms of a tunnel or whirlpool escorting me at a sudden speed.

What I see next disappoints me. I have awoken in my room, and it's morning.

Something is a bit strange here. The blinds are fully closed, but golden sunlight is pouring into the room, as though it's about 7 am or earlier. A plaque on my wall is directly ahead of me, instead of slightly to the right.

A book appears in my hand, and I'm turned to one of the first few pages, around page six, or maybe nine. It quotes page 1212 of the Qu'ran, possibly suras 7-12, emphasizing 8-9. It talks about relationships, but the large block of text near the bottom of the page on the right is rather condensed and uncited. It's highly reminiscent of something. I decide to record all this down before I forget.

I rush to the cupboard and shelf, eager to write things down on paper in my physical dream journal, under August 13. I know what date it is. Suddenly...

I wake up. My lucid dream had partially succeeded, only I had forgotten to do any reality checks and thus was fooled into thinking a dream was waking life. I rise to go to the bathroom, go to sleep without remembering much of a dream, and then wake up around 11 am, after which I go back to sleep, have a 10 minute dream, and then awaken again to begin my day.

8-13-2012 -- Very fragmentory. There was a lot more to this, but all I can pull out of my memory is bits. A few of those bits were interesting enough to make it worth posting, however. (Same thing all night long. Three dreams, but only parts, and all over the place.)

I think there was something about a wrestling company, and somebody complaining about how they were being held back, and threatening the bosses, until they remind him that's just his character, and he's actually too nice a guy to follow through on something like that. Also some hint about vampires, but can't remember anything more than that.

Soon I seem to be kind of working in a hotel, sort of, and being sent all over the place. Somebody has asked if I can make a Chinese omelet, and I have no idea how, but I say I'll figure it out, and will ask one of the two friends online who have been helping me with stuff. I see a French guy wandering by, and he somehow sounds slightly familiar, so I ask him if he is Pierre, and explain I think he is a friend of mine from on-line. He tells me he doesn't know me, never heard of me, and please get away from him.

One of my bosses seems to be Umbridge, and she is yelling at me, and trying to trap me and/or a dog in a sort of tall crate, but I move too quickly, and have somehow locked her in, instead. Think there was more to this, but it is gone now.

Something about trying to hook up, or rehook some computers together for a possible girl friend, and then I suddenly find myself in the Buena Park Mall, somewhere near Waldenbooks, and am helping an attractive blonde with something. We're heading toward either May Co or the exit on La Palma near it, but she says she wants an Orange Julius, and I point out that shop is in the other direction. She decides it isn't important.

Soon we're being chased by something up and down narrow stairways, but we don't really know what it is that is chasing us. Some guy hands me a high-pressure spray paint can that can shoot 20 or 30 feet, and I start spraying it around to prove there isn't anything there, and instead I find I am highlighting some sort of hell horse or evil centaur that was invisible, and now I can actually see it to try and get away from it.

Was a cool dream, wish I could remember it better.

Dream about a team of teenagers building a wall of sand at the beach.

Last night provided no LD. I did however remember a few parts to the dreams I did have. These won't make much sense, but that's how I remember them. Just pieces...

I remember being with a single other person in my first recollection. I don't recall where we were, other than outside a building I didn't recognize. I must have been semi lucid at this point because I can remember thinking to myself "you gotta believe it's possible" in order to jump onto this building I was next to. Not sure why I was trying to jump onto it, I think the person I was with was teaching me something.

I remember trying to jump straight onto it, just leap 20 feet into the air and land on top. I just couldn't. I tried several times unsuccessfully, until I just decided to pull myself up onto it. This building was larger than a house so even to grab a hold of the roof was a feat. This is how I got up though. I leaped up and in a single motion, grabbed the ledge and launched myself over the top landing on the roof. When I got up there, it was no longer just the two of us. There was a group of about five including myself.

The next, and last, thing I remember about this dream was trying to change something, but I don't remember what or why. However, I felt I needed to close my eyes for this to occur. I knew it was a mistake before I did it, but I did it anyway. Closing my eyes, more often than not, only succeeds in waking me up. No matter much I try to stay in the dream I get woken up. This time was no different. What I found interesting this time though was that once I closed my eyes I tried to reopen them unsuccessfully. I felt myself slip out of the dream and there was nothing I could do. I tried again and again to open my eyes, but still nothing. After a few more seconds I opened my eyes to the darkened view of my bedroom.

I think that I experienced a bit of sleep paralysis there at the end.



Dream 2

This Dream is just short bits of me with random people, being chased by random things. I never do see my pursuer though, I always seem to get away...

Sorry I don't have anything more entertaining today. Once my Lucids come back I'll have story after to story, believe that.

I was in my living room with Henri (my cat) and Bugsy (my friend's rabbit, who I looked after for a couple weeks recently while she was away). Henri meowed, and Bugsy copied him. I thought it was really cool that a rabbit was able to mimic a cat. I looked back at Henri, but Oliver (my other cat) was there instead.

Dream - Lucid

For some reason, I decided to take a shower in my mom's shower instead of mine. Even in the dream, I wasn't exactly sure why I was doing it, but I didn't question it too much. Most of the dream was just me showering in my mom's shower.

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I was in my house. Out the window, I noticed a glimpse of my brother mowing the lawn. He was wearing a red shirt.

Then, I was with my brother in the kitchen. I was messing with an egg. He then said "Oh wait!" and pulled a narrow-looking egg out of a cloth shopping bag. He gave it to me, and I noticed it felt very light and was dyed blue. I wondered it if was hard-boiled and if I could eat it, but decided not to when another thought came into my head: He probably did it for Easter.
"Dying eggs?" I asked.
"Yes!" he replied.

Alright, so I recalled a bit more. I didn't really do anything different, like I was gonna try Xanous's suggestion to write down the events of the day before I went to bed, but I forgot. I'll have to try that tonight.

Something odd happened last night. I don't know whether it counted as a 'ludic' or not, mainly because it happened the second I fell asleep. I remember tossing and turning a lot because it was a hot night, but once I settled down, this dream popped into my brain immediately.

I was standing on a cliff overlooking some sort of tropical forest, and I saw a few creatures in front of me.

I immediately recognised them as Leavanny, and I became certain that I was dreaming. Sure enough, I actually tried the poke-through-the-palm and it went straight through with no pain or sensation at all!
The Pokemon started attaching large leaves onto their forearms and jumping off the cliff, using them as wings (incidentally, this is not something that Leavanny can normally do!) I decided that I wanted to try doing this too, so I grabbed a pair of enormous leaves and held them...somehow...to my arms.

I think I jumped off the cliff, I'm not sure. In any case, I didn't get the chance to see if I could fly. The dream crashed and I sunk into a relatively dreamless and completely non-lucid sleep for the rest of the night.

blue = day activity before sleep
dark orange = dream
red = lucid dream
Black = thoughts/notes

I kept the REM dreamer guide in my pocket and occasionally read the "REM dreamer signals inside a dream" part and visualized myself in those situations plus becoming lucid. I also did reality checks.
These are the dream fragments. I don't remember much because I had a restless night because my summer vacation ends tonight and I'll be at work tomorrow.
I again dreamed about my childhood school (what's up with that?) All the schools and classmates along my life had been mixed together in a one "blob" which had anything to do with the word association "school". Our class was discussing about some type of a school trip to somewhere. I had somehow driven to school with my current car (renault megane classic) and with a Toyota landcruiser. Some other dudes had crashed into my Toyota and the front right door had ripped off... It started snowing when I was examining the damage... I woke up soon after.
I think I had one or two false awakenings because the "REM dreamer" was not responding, until I woke up for real later that night.

I need to concentrate harder in this!

Short dream about black grenades shaped like pokeballs that have a little clicker button instead of a pin. I was randomly throwing it around a room and it was randomly coming back.

Non-dream Dream

I can only recall a couple of words to describe my dreams: car race and grocery store.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a dark house, and the mood was kind of solemn and troubling, but nothing intense. I remember my brother being there, but that's all I can recall.

This is sad. I used to be able to recall every dream in pretty good detail. I guess we all go through ups and downs with this stuff though, right?

Dream - Lucid

All I can recall is walking outside on a sidewalk on a sunny day seeing tons of broken bird eggs scattered all over the ground. A voice said it was a dangerous time for birds. It was dangerous because all the bird eggs were hatching, so the baby birds were in danger of falling from the nests.

I only remembered snippets of my dreams last night. I get the impression that there was a bit more happening while I dreamt but, perhaps that didn't pass into my conscious mind

First, I just remember there being a large pokemon (Carracosta), standing on the common near my house. In itself, this isn't particularly surprising, since Carracosta is one of the pokemon I'm using in my current game.
Only it was massive, way bigger than that thing is normally supposed to be. It would have dwarfed the biggest oak tree nearby, if I had been imagining it (I think there was just the idea of the common, none of the fine details of it.)

Viewing in the third person, as if a spectator, I remember a large book being held up against the enormous creature. It was bound in navy-blue. I'm not sure whether it was me holding it up, and I was having an out-of-body-experience, whether it was someone else or even if the book was just floating there of its own accord.

Then, what I can only describe as a gigantic, food-based laser (actually kind of looked like brown vomit ) came out of the book and went through Carracosta. If the Pokemon reacted to this strange attack, I don't remember it. I assume the dream 'crashed' after that.

Later, I remember being a child version of myself, playing with a toy train set. I get the impression that the there was something good inside the carriages but I have no idea now what it was, or even whether I did know back then. I remember my mum sitting nearby with another woman, presumably a friend of hers. They were discussing dreams - I think some of the dialogue might have been borrowed from the IRC chat last night. My mum was saying over and over that dreams were important, but that you should alwayshave a methods to escape from them.

Man, this dream stuff is just chock-full of 'if's and 'whether's!

I haven't updated my journal in a while. The following dream happened this morning on the 10th August.

It was early in the day, and as it turns out, a French citizen who Patrick Geryl, a 2012 survivalist partnered up with, was going off to Israel.

Friday morning. I'm browsing through the Barometer Bob show. It turns out that the host was ill the previous night, and so one viewer comments on the Stormchat group on Facebook, "I wasn't planning on this".

Well, I'm back at my high school now. Apparently this was a school day in the middle of summer, and I'm talking to this girl about something I saw on twitter the other day.

"Say, did you hear about that article?"

"What article?" she says, apparently full of interest.

"That one about the fact that apparently, psychiatrists will suspect that you're a psychopath if you don't have a Facebook account!"

"Really? That's pretty funny!"

Now, I don't know what it was about this particular conversation. Maybe it's the fact that I never talked to her much, or that she was originally planning on majoring in psychology, or even the school she's going to. But something about the talk makes me wonder whether she really liked me. Whatever it was, she looked awfully beautiful that morning.

FOSSIL FOUND IN ORDOVICIAN ROCK

Somewhere around this time there's a discovery made of a large vertebrate fossil near Udora, Ontario, about 30 km NE or ENE of a town called Newmarket. We find the specimen neatly preserved in igneous rock.

This doesn't make any sense. Much of Southern Ontario was covered by seawater during the Ordovician, meaning that nearly all the rock would be limestone, not volcanic. And there weren't a lot of vertebrates to speak of.

I'm compelled to write a fairly comprehensive Wikipedia article, and it turns out to be quite long as well.

Back in Israel, I'm visiting a special agency website. As it turns out, it's offering a journalism job to "entrepreneurial Facebook users", whatever that meant.

Somehow, I'm back at my high school again, attending a graduation convocation for band students in the music room who will be leaving for the year. Someone gives out between three and ten tips for future students, and they're quite worth paying attention to.