dream fragment

-School Photos in the Mushroom Kingdom-

I was in high school, a common place in my dreams. From the looks of things, it had rained only recently. The concrete was damp with puddles far diluded from heat. There was a large group of kids, all wearing black coats and slacks, even if they were female. Still, they were talking of school photos and stuff, and how bad they must have looked. Either way, I hadn't taken mine yet. Worried as I was, I asked a nearby teacher, a ginger haired tall caucasian wearing a red suit, if I could still take a picture and where I'd go to get it taken. She says I can, and she tells me a really weird pair of directions that I don't remember. Boom, I'm in the mountains all of a sudden, and I am worried. I'm thinking that I won't make it, and I realistically wouldn't. These girls drove up to me in a car shaped like a red mushroom from the Mario game series. Regardless, we drove up the grassy dirt roads of the mountains on the request to take me to the photography place. Soon, we came across a sort of village made of the same kind of mushrooms, only these
were buildings. I went into what I thought was the photography place, but to my demise, no one was there. Bam, I was back to school. Everyone was gone, except for my father, just standing there. He sighed, and I said "Dad, I can explain-" and he interrupted "Yeah. She gave you the wrong directions and you didn't get your picture taken." I was actually surprised on his calmness of the whole situation. That's how it ended, as well.

Non-dream Dream
Dream 1:

I am walking past a softball field and decide to help a guy who lost a ball in the street. I throw it to him and he doesn't say thank you. I yell at him "thank you" sarcastically and he gets upset with me - maybe he was about to say thank you. We are looking for the field that I am going to play on to see if it has a fence.

Dream 2:

I am taking care of and comforting a little girl who is having nightmares.

Dream 3:

A large truck (at least 10 feet high) stole something from an outdoor restaurant. I think it is an umbrella. There are tons of people in the truck. The driver slams on the breaks and an African American man flies out of the top of the truck. He lands on the street and gets run over by the truck - he turns out to be o.k. though.

Dream 4:

I have an awesome sex scene with my wife with tons of foreplay.

Dream 5:

A teacher gets punched in the face and we all pitch in to a fund for him. I gave $20.

Dream 6:

I learn something about vital organs.

Non-dream Dream Lucid Dream

I am at high school basketball tryouts and I block the sh*t out of my friend El. It was such an awesome block that I keep trying to play it back on my phone. I block a bunch of other people too. I get traded because of my parents somehow (not my real life parents) even though it is high school.

At this point I "wake up" from the basketball dream and draw a picture of the scene where I block El to show my wife. I look down at the picture and it is incredibly life-like (and I am a terrible artist). At this point I realize it is a dream (false awakening). I am extremely popular at my high school. Every chick wants to bang me (and does). I walk into a classroom to learn about cows and they slaughter them and try to feed us blood. I don't want anything to do with it so I walk out with a couple of chicks to film a porno.

I dont remember anything really, I went to bed late and was tired.. I might have been standing in some line though.

Opening Statements
Now, my journal begins! Though, unfortunatly, it has just occured to me that I am absolutely terrible at recall!
Which, actually, is why I started this in the first place! So, let's begin.

Legend
Black = Dreaming
Blue = Aware That I'm Dreaming
Green = Lucid

Entry
Fragment: I was at my aunts cabin by the lake, sitting with a couple of friends.

Ending Comments
Wasn't that just the most detailed thing you've ever read? well yes, that was my first entry, thank you for reading, cheers!

-The Problem With Driving-

This dream's origin is seemingly lacking in my inner-most memory, though what I do remember is being high up in the mountains. It was dry up there, little plant life and mostly rock and dirt, some grass here and thee. The sky was purple and somewhat cloudy, though it was not the kind of purple one might see at a late sunset hour. It was fantastic, strange and perplexing, yet so informal in my vision. I also hated it. I hated the feeling around me. To add to my hatred of such an area, my dad forced me to drive up there with his car. We were ment to be going to somre museum or observatory or something, something in the mountains. Once we arrived, it was a picnic area. Kids played around on a grassy little field with a picnic table in the center. He told me to drive home. With my lack of experience, I was shooting in the wind now. So, I drove down. I kept trying to dodge small poles along a sort of pathway that I was required to go down to get home, but this pathway wasn't even on the road. In due time, I hit one of the poles and left a nervingly sized dent in the side door. I went down into a tunnel, nervous my dad would find out, and speak of the devil he was suddenly sitting right next to me in the car. I snapped, then said I'll get home myself. I got out, the tunnel being a orange-purple hue of light. In my hands, I suddenly had a scooter, and I hate scooters, but I was masterful at riding them in this dream. I took a final look back at the car, the black scion with a dent of a white color on the right side of the car. I scooted off, and that was how it ended.

Notes: This reminds me of situation not long back where I had to drive up a hill with many turnpikes.

23.07.2012

The old theater (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I didn't dream last night. Its something that happens from time to time. I've been told that it happens to some people. They just go to bed and wake up later unaware of how much time has passed. They may feel refreshed or even more tired then when they started. Some times they don't even realize how much time has passed only to find there late for something. Thats when they have to go threw the shock phase of running around in a hurry unsure if they entered the twilight zone or not.

For me to say I don't dream isn't entirely accurate. There is some form of dreaming going on but its very primitive and not even what i would consider mental activity at all. I would go to sleep and soon as the lights are out in my mind it would just stay dark. Like sitting in an old theater. All alone in my chair staring at a big screen. The previews just finished playing, you can hear the speakers pop as it switches off the radio station track, and the whole room is dark waiting for the picture to begin. It never dose. So I sit there for what seems like 20 or 30 minutes just waiting. I have no thoughts and hear no sounds. Even the theater i just described is just my way of explaining the situation of sitting in total darkness.

In movies when a character either dies or enters some kind of limbo they show up in a white room with a ceiling and floor but no walls. The room is massive and goes on forever. If it wasn't for the ceiling over head you would believe you are just in an open area. When I don't dream its just like that, but reversed. I have no body or thoughts or even feelings, just emptiness in the void.

Date: 07/23/2012

I was in a classroom, with my uncle, and a broken cellphone.

Dream One (Fragment): I'm with a bunch of people in some sort of storm. We're taking cover around a bridge or building with columns or something. I'm lucky that I survive the storm, and then go to try and find survivors to help.

Dream Two (Fragment): All I can remember is seeing an ex-boyfriend with some chic. The chic and I are talking, and she's very suspicious of me and doesn't want me to talk to him because she has no idea who I am. I tell her she doesn't have to worry, I don't want anything to do with him because I dated him once and he was an asshole.

Dream Three: I'm outside a city gate, it reminds me of Venice in Assassins Creed II, everything is old and there's water everywhere. For some reason I know I'm banned from this city, but I want back in. I have my kids with me. I tell them to stay put behind a small house, and I go about trying to figure out how to sneak into the city. I find a tower, and start to climb it, but then see guards coming, so I shimmy around tot he back of the tower, then climb up and back down. On the tower I saw that I could hop across some poles in the water to get back into the city. I make my way back to my kids to tell them, and I see my husbands ex-fiance there with her kids and husband. She stops me and asks me why I'm there since I'm banned from the city. I tell her I was just looking around trying to figure out how to get my things that are left in the city. She offers to help, but I decline saying I'll figure it out. Then I tell the kids about the poles, and we hop across the river and make our way to our home in the city avoiding guards surprisingly easy as we go.

Dream Four: I'm in a car with my kids and there is a man driving. He has long dark hair and facial hair, and I'm pretty sure he's supposed to be Ezio. He's telling me that as long as the men who are hunting me are alive, there's no where my kids and I can be safe except by his side. He drives onto the interstate, then rams into the back of a limo causing the limo to swerve, then tip over and roll a few times. He quickly exits off a ramp to the right that curves under the interstate, and parks the car under the bridge. Then He tells us we're going to go finish him. We follow him at a distance as he walks up the embankment and makes like a concerned citizen and acts like he's helping the dude out of the limo, but instead he shoots the man and then we get back in the car. We drive to a college, and get out. Ezio seems to think the next target is a professor in the building. We go inside, and then Ezio slips into a classroom and my kids and I stand against a wall and try to look like we belong there. After a while, I realize it's taking Ezio a long time and something must be wrong. I don't hear any shouts or screaming so I know there's nothing bad going down, but I wonder if he needs a way out, so I peek my head into the classroom and motion to him. He comes out and grabs my little little girl and pics her up and asks her if she missed him, acting like a father would. We move away from the classroom and to a bench, and he thanks us for giving him an excuse to escape and giving him cover by making him look like a family man and not an assassin. He believes that his target has figured him out. He kisses the top of my forehead and thanks me for coming to his aid. People are walking all around us at this point, but ignoring us completely. There's a table nearby with a bunch of men in suits talking, and a couple of skinny chics in flight attendant outfits walk by. Then I see a guy with dress pants and a pink button up shirt with a tie walking with another man. I know the pink shirt guy is the target, and he's got a folder open and showing it to the other man. He's telling the other man that he swears that the assassin walked into his classroom this morning and tried to kill him, he was lucky that the assassin was interrupted by the witch and her children pretending to be his family. The other man laughs at this idea, and tells him that assassins don't do jobs after they have settled into a family life, and that he probably just saw a man who looked like the assassin with his family. Ezio pushes me gently forwards on the bench, and I take that as my cue to get the kids and start moving. I walk right past the guy in the pink shirt, and am careful to catch his eye as I do so. He looks at me and turns pale then starts to say, "There she..." But he's cut off when he's shot by Ezio's secret gun. Everyone screams, and so do I, then I make like I'm trying to cover my children with my body to protect them from more shots, even though I know there will be no more. Ezio comes running and acts like the concerned husband, trying to block up from gun fire, asking if we're ok, and then finally telling us to run in case the shooter returns. We run a few hundred feet away to a bridge over the lower floor. We stand there close enough to still see where the target is laying dead, but far enough that we don't look like anything more than curious bystanders. Ezio starts to thank me for being a distraction and giving him his opening, but I wake up in mid-sentence.

i had kind of a fitful sleep last night that was filled with odd dreams. I only remember two of them:

in the first i was in a dimly lit funeral home with some older guy whom i understood to be the mortician. He was telling me about a horribly mutilated body that had come in, saying that it scared him to even look at it. We were trying to just leave the building, but couldn't find the way out. Every time he opened a door he would say that it didn't lead to where it was supposed to and that the spirit that belonged to this body was causing it. He was getting more and more exasperated... finally he opened a door to the embalming room holding the body. It was strung up with gore that formed something like a spiderweb that stretched from wall to wall, taking up the entire room. Body parts were stuck in it here and there, including the head whose eyes were open.

in the second dream i remember, i thought i was watching a movie. I don't remember the entire beginning, but it was about an older black guy who was a professional clown. For whatever reason he was forced to join the navy... i think as a cook. He had tried repeatedly to get out, saying that he couldn't stand the isolation of being at sea. It kind of dragged on but in the last scene he put on his clown outfit and makeup and went on deck during some sort of ceremony. He took out a pistol and shot himself in the head, blowing half of it off. He was still alive, and yelling about how he wanted to go home. It was really horrible, but everyone on the ship was laughing. The intensity of the scene made me forget that it was supposed to be a movie, and i was yelling at everyone to shut up. Finally, he fell over dead. His last word was "DEEEEEEEERP," which made everyone laugh even harder.

Well, last night I really can't remember much. FOr some reason I never woke up after my second sleep cycle, or at least can't remember it. I can only recall two fragments, one of which I really didn't like and am not even going to record in hopes of forgetting it.

#1 - I was at this big open field and it was clear skies and the sun was shining bright. A bunch of people had remote control airplanes and little blimp things. For some reason I had to go and get on one of these mini blimp things and try not to fall off as the operator flew me around. It was hard to keep in the air cause I was too heavy apparently and it kept tipping. Then some other people came by and I gave it to them.

I ate my breakfast (which I always eat at school), but I ate it at home.


After I remembered the dream I asked myself why I had it because I wasn't hungry...

#1 - I was standing in the middle of a city street that was closed. It was dusk and it the city seemed to be somewhat old and I was in an abandoned part of town. Anyways, all I remember was something about recycling a bunch of old cars.

#2 - I was riding my motorcycle through the mountains on vacation. I remember stopping at a gas station that was pretty much by itself along this road I was traveling on. After filling up I went to get back on my bike and noticed another store going up. I went over and looked and it was a Sonic / Sega gift shop. (kind of a wierd place for something like that but I still thought it was pretty cool) Anyways, I decided to go in. (the store was now randomly open). I must of woken up at this point because that is all I remember.

i was in a room with my brother devon and jerod and devon kept messing with my computer so i said dude stop or im gonna punch you then i woke up

Very sketchy dream and cant help feeling there's much I've forgotten but here goes:

I remember being in Exeter in the back of the neighbours of my grandparents where I used to stay as a kid. I remember the garden was set up for a wedding party with food all around. I found myself walking through the bouncy castle to get into the main part of the garden. I then looked down at my wrist to see that the tattoo of Garfield (just had a tattoo but of a Basque cross done there) had somehow run and bled onto the napkin I held and began worrying whether I should try and get rid of the whole thing or get it touched up to how it was originally.

I then found myself on the round that runs at the front of these houses walking down the hill. It was at this point I woke up.