dream fragment

Non-dream Dream

I recalled a couple of very brief dream fragments today.

1. I am stuck in a house with two old people
2. I have lots of drugs
3. I am doing something really cool while shopping
4. I am with a fat old actor

1.me and a bunch of boy scouts sit at a boy scout camp and do nothing.

2.Edward norton and i fight(more play fighting thanactual fighting) inside a tent while it is raining.

I saw Moonrise Kingdom last night so it probably explains these dreams.

I was floating in the water, watching as these weird boats went by. They were round spheres with a ring around them. They looked more like planets than boats. The occupants of the boats were gathering for a reunion.

Ok well, last night I remember two fragments that were both fairly long, but not enough to be a dream.

#1 - I was back at the CAP encampment but I was an officer this time. We had a bunch of new cadets coming in from out of state so we were going to be extra sure to be strict. I remember everyone lining up and I walked around telling them to stand at parade rest and study thier StandardOperatingProcedures. Then all the officers entered the mess hall and got thier own table. I remember thinking it was great because we could talk and do whatever while if you were a basic cadet you had to eat at attention. That's about all I remember from that one.

#2 - I was in this random place with a bunch of people from school. I remember it was special for some reason cause we all had on hoodies. For some reason we had to be absolutely silent though and keep our eyes closed. I remember the whole dream was really fuzzy and hard to tel what was really going on.

I found this beautiful dream in Korean.... So I'm translating this right here ^_^

The air was crispy clear,
I was flying sky high like a free bird.
Floating with fluffy clouds,
A blue light shot from the ground.

A pub with a cowboy atmosphere,
I looked around to see an old man and a devil;
Pointy ears and pointy teeth.

They were casually talking and drinking,
Like old friends.

I had a sudden feeling that
They might solve a question I longed to figure.

I made my mind and approached to a devil.
The devil stared at me; a passionate red light embracing me.
The devil opened his mouth and spoke;

“Do not try to find meaning in your life.
Meaning generates infinite riddles with no answers.
You have a heart; do what you ‘feel’ like.
That is a sole purpose, a duty in your life.”

It is the devil’s advice,
Unreasonable offence engulfed the wisdom.
I talked to the old man, watching;
The old man stared at me; a knowledgeable purple light embracing me.
The old man opened his mouth and spoke;

“What are you worrying about?
Act as you feel like,
Do not worry about the result ahead.
Reflect once you get there.
You are the one who perceive with action.”

I take a memo of their wisdom,
An answer might have stayed within my deep conscious.
It was a good dream.


Comment:
Dreams reflect our subconscious; results of the same dream can be completely deferred by situation and a person. It needs intuition and a conscious trust to interpret them.
Flying the sky is the new start with new vision. The blue light shot from the ground forced ‘me’ to face the reality; the pub.
The old man and the devil talking is a coexistence of emotion and wisdom.
The old man is wisdom and intelligence, a devil is a repulsive resistance against reality.
The red light is passion. The devil’s talk is not a belief or a notion, but chants for exposing an emotion, a life and a red passion. The purple light is wisdom, urging ‘me’ to focus on the action more than a mere thought.

I still clearly remember a nightmare
I had at the age of seven.

A dusty basement surrounded with gray walls.
A very old wooden chair; making a creaking sound,
Stood alone in the middle of a barren room.

There was a little bar at a ceiling,
Showing a handful of light,
Strangely lighting the raggedy old chair
Like a spot light.

I was at the corner of the dark room, crouching.
Watching the whole scene without motion.

A gust of dry wind gave me goose bumps.
I felt loneliness, sadness
In a queerly jailed like space.

I was… … crying.


The dream was not scary, but my mother told me I was shouting…
I stated the dream as a nightmare for tears. But it still makes me wonder…
Why did I cry?

Lately I haven't put anything in my online DJ. I think it's good to rewrite my dreams as it helps with the whole awareness thing (and the other stuff). Two or three days ago on the forum I asked if it was ok to write just points of my dreams and recall the rest from memory. They had a good point: "If you only write down points in your dream, you will train yourself to just remember points of your dream when you wake up. You should write down as much as possible if you want to have a better dream recall." So that's what I should do to become better at LDing. If I can't write down everything when I wake, than just write something, and later in the day (when I'm a bit more awake but still earlier in the day) write the everything. ... And just so you know, I writing stuff down like this helps me to actually do it. I don't care if it's entertaining for you to read. ; ->

So now I'm going to list my dreams from my paper DJ. (In chronological order)

I had a dream I was flutter tonguing really well on my Oboe. I think I was in my room.

Another dream started in third person view: I watched myself enter my house. I had just got back from high school. (It was the summer thought.) The next thing I remember waking (not third person any more) around in my house going from room bedroom to bedroom. The ceilings were all slanted, it was a different type of architecture from what it is in waking life.

Few nights later I had a dream that I was partaking in a scene from the Hunger Games movie. I was on stage and Katniss was there to. It was the scene from the interviews. The funny thing was the fact that the stage was my bathroom with two of the walls removed. Katniss, a big fat man, and someone else was there. It was a tribute, but I can't recall who it looked like. Katniss was staring (or talking to the people) but very stationary like she was preoccupied by something. I looked out and saw the crowd and I saw camera flashes and lights. I saw people, but just there shapes. They were far away and unlit. I started talking to the fat man. The stage is still my bathroom. Next thing that happens is everyone on stage (the four of us including me) are shaking hands. I shake hands with the big guy, but Katniss and the big guy keep reaching out to shake hands but can't seem to shake hands. (Imagine that they are blindfolded. That's a good way to describe it..) I grab both of there hands and force them together. The big guy thanked me. I don't know what happened next. (Btw, the big guy had a white goatee.)

Another night after that, I had a dream I was watching a simulation of a big skyscraper being constructed and deconstructed, well kind of. It had a beige exterior and a lot a light blue glass windows. Two of the four sides
had glass windows and the other pair (opposite each other) indented inward.. I don't know how to explain it well. (I drew a picture but don't fell like uploading it.) Anyways, there was a square cap of the top of the skyscraper. It looked nice. Those two walls that I mentioned that were indented in keep having another "extension" of the building that was added to the side and then quickly removed floor by floor or block by block.
The dream itself was short, but different what anything before.

And lastly, yesterday night I had a dream that I was with one of my friends. The place was my high school. Many things were different about it most noticeably it becomes a freaken huge maze of hallways and doors in some of my dreams. Some of them are in the "more normal school layout", but others like this one are in this freaken huge labyrinth! It's fun just thinking about it. There is A LOT to this dream. It built off of the layout of a previous dream. The previous dream I mentioned was a long time ago. To sum it up, I mistook my high schools swim club for the swim team. This was after navigating a submerged labyrinth (it was a labirinth of changing rooms delapidated sumerged rooms, and submerged weight rooms for the most part... and and bathrooms and arching halls connecting everything.) My math teacher was in charge of the swim team that I mistook for the swim club. Needless to say, I hoped in the water, the race started, and I came in last. (Other parts of the dream world include above ground hallways and the only room I remember coming to is a bathroom.) In the dream from yesterday, I was with one of my friends and we were carrying kayak paddles. I oped a metal door and a teacher on the other side deemed what we were doing to dangerous. Other teachers soon appeared/came and they were debating if we should get in "a lot of trouble". I wakled up to them and said some stuff to persuade them. The dream ended before a consensuses arrived.

Dream 1

Some guy was sitting at a concert, I think a rock festival. Another guy walked towards this man, and pulled a long slice of French Bread, and told the guy with a very serious voice "It's the safest place to go in the morning" and suddenly the scene changed to me climbing up a mountain from the game Minecraft.

Dream 2

My mother and step-dad was playing a zombie game downstairs in our living room, I think it was on Nintendo Wii, but it might have been an Xbox 360. I looked at the screen, which was kind of blocked by an ironing board, it showed a first-person shooter where you shoot zombies using only machine guns. Once the game was finished, it popped up on the screen claiming my mother had unlocked 'cooking mode' for her game. I asked her what the hell it meant, and she told me that it was because the characters were told they couldn't cook, and instead she was going to unlock golfing mode instead.

(This made no sense at all, what the hell?)

I was on a porch in town I realized I was dreaming then I did a RC a bull got out of the pen across the street I wanted to shoot it with energy from my hands but I couldn’t then I woke up

Dream Fragment - "SA, M maybe?, and someone else... reminiscing."

Dream Fragment - "Humanoid ants made of shit taking over the classroom, Mrs. K and R (from that class) and such."

i was walking up a bath tub stairs and i ketp grabbing on to the handles to pull myself up and when i got to the top i was about to get out but i said i need to get clean so i went back under the water and asked are there alien andi heard a voice say yes then i got up and went back down i cant remember what i asked next but then i couldnt get back up i was stuck under water and i wasnt lucid so i thought im gonna die but it was silly beacause i could bereath under water but then i woke up shakeing.

plz can you tell me whos voice was that was it made up or was it my suc consiuos talking to me awnser below

Walking through the hallway of my middle school, past the library. I know I'm an adult but still find myself a little confused about whether I'm attending classes here. I reach the front hallway and head down to Miss Powell's room. There's a kind of eager anticipation at the idea of seeing her again after so long.

I'm inside the classroom and I don't see Miss Powell, but on a desk in the middle of the room is a shallow plastic bowl filled with chocolate-frosted cupcakes. I take a couple and see that there's also some kind of additional chocolate topping in the bowl that's meant to go on top of the cakes. I start to take some of this, but as I do I realize that there's actually no topping in the bowl; I'm just picking up more cupcakes. The bowl's almost empty, and I'm not even sure I want to eat any of them.

i was in a building with my family and friends and i was johnny test ha ha may and susan where there but i cant remember anything until they all got mad at me and i hide in the closet and blocked it with my feet but the susan and mary lasered the door then i woke upv

I've been playing a bit too much Blockland recently, and now it's starting to affect my dreams (just like when I was addicted to Minecraft). I've had Blockland since 2009, and I've been quite addicted to it recently. Anyway, last night I had a dream where I met "Badspot", the creator of Blockland.

There was some type of convention going on for Blockland; there wern't too many people there, but there was a fairly decent amount. It was outside, and the crowd was just having a good time. At one point I spoke to him briefly. The DC that I saw in the dream doesn't look anything like Badspot in RL, because I've seen pictures of him before. Not much happened in the dream, and my recall of it is kind of fragmented, so I'm going to set it as a "dream fragment."

As a side note, I've also had dreams where I've met or seen the developers of Minecraft while I was addicted to it. I'll get around to writing those in some time.

Never got lucid tonight which sucks because I really want to contact my dream guide.

Non-Lucid

All I can remember from the earlier parts of my dream is two teams fighting each other, docks and a park. I had to go bathroom too and the only toilet was out in the open, completely exposed. I used it though.

Anyways, I wake up to do WBTB. Takes forever to go back to sleep. No dreams. Wake up again. Go back to sleep. Start dreaming.
I'm in a classroom. Sitting in the left side of the class. Who is the teacher you ask? Dan.
Dan assigns us to write an essay about anything. He gets bored after a while and berates the class a little. Then makes a kid come up to the whiteboard and do a bunch of math problems. He does them incredibly quickly. After the kid is finished, Dan sends him out the classroom and says sucks for him. I start to focus on my essay which is about The Elder Scrolls series. In particular Elsweyr and how far Khajiits often have to travel to get to other lands. I even had a map of Tamriel. Unfortunately, I had only wrote down a sentence or two before Dan came around and looked at my work. He insulted me and my work. I got all upset and walked out of the classroom.

That was a mistake though! The dream scene changed and I ended up in a prison. The part of the dream is a little hazy but I do remember that the guards were very unkind. Eventually, I got hauled to a torture room. I wasn't the one being tortured though. It was Dan! Me and 2 other prisoners were given the opportunity to through Christmas tree ornaments at him. The other two prisons started right away but I refused to. Dan timidly asked, "Aren't you going to start throwing those things at me too?" I said of course not and he thanked me.

After that, we got to go get food. I remember spilling milk on some food the warden was cooking. He was visibly irritated but didn't really do anything about it. Went back to my cell, ate and then the dream scene shifted again.

I was back in the classroom. This time we had a female teacher. We were told to draw a prison cell full of prisoners. I start drawing. (Way better then I could in real life. As I drew the prison cell it came off the paper and became a fully functioning replica of the cell I was in. As I drew the prisoners, they started to come alive. Finally, I drew the Hulk. He started bashing around the cell. The teacher told me to be more careful because those cells are expensive. Then the Hulk busted the cell and started bleeding on one of the other prisoners. The other prisoner turned into A grey-hulk-bug thing that could shoot lasers. It tore Banner out of Hulk. Hulk tried smashing the Bug-Hulk with the prison cell but the Bug-Hulk evaded. It flew out of the classroom and Hulk followed. At this point, I became Dr. Banner. I started talking to some chick about what we could possibly do. Suddenly, I freaked out and was in pain. The chick asked what was wrong. I said, "You know how chemicals bond? Well me and Hulk and Chemicals." Then I flew out of the classroom and into the night sky and merged with Hulk. Who was flying. So now I was Hulk.

I screamed, "We stop bug, banner!" And swung around a skyscraper and grabbed the Bug-Hulk. (Who was now a spaceship) Smashed him into a building. Threw him. Shoot some missiles at him.(?) Grabbed him again. Tore him apart. Wake up.