dream fragment

I was In a room with my best friend and his step dad in the room was a couch a TV and a video game system we were playing a game that look kinda like super smash bros but the charters were different there was more but I forgot.

I was in the living room when i found out i was dreaming. I lost lucidity.

I was in the livinh room when i found out i was dreaming. I lost lucidity.

Once upon a time,
There was a girl with a heartless soul.
God gave her beauty, intelligence, a good family… everything except love.
This ‘almost’ perfect girl with a pretty smile had a grey monotone mind that disgusted other people.

One day,
She got sick of her family, staring her like a monster,
So she ran away.

Promising herself,
‘I will never return home.’

It was a time when a yellow field filled with dusk
While watching this gorgeous scenery,
She hums her favorite tune in a carefree mood.

A girl who carries nothing,
................worries nothing.

Even the weather seems to praise her freedom.
A wind filled with spring moist carries a few petals to her cheeks,
Foxtails tickled her fingertips; she made a crown with white and pink cosmos.

Like a dapple on a white cloth,
There is another presence in this picturesque scenery.
He is the one who calls himself God, whose infinite power cost him to be partially colour blind.

He cannot sense red.
For God, the gloomy world is full of dark things; green, blue and black.
Ironically his favourite moment of the day
Is a twilight when everything flickers with red.

Even a poisonous snake looks gorgeous as a part of the scene.

For God who views only cold things, a time that seems to embrace every nature,
Gives enormous relaxation that washes all tiredness piled throughout a day.

The magic happens only once every day,
So he puts an extreme value to this time.

It was like every other day,
Drinking a sourish sweet chamomile and enjoying warmth of the time.

Then he sees……

A girl with a white one-piece colored with orange dusk,
Leisurely skipping and humming at the same time.
She has the ‘complete’ colour, including red, to decorate her beauty.
Her curly hair with red light bounces with her footsteps.

She was …… as if …… caught in the magic…… of dusk.

Her fair baby-like skin has this attractive, warm light; glowing.
It was the colour God had never seen in his zillion years.

It’s warm… Beautiful…
If there is a goddess, that MUST be her.

Just in that instant, he falls in love with her.

She’s mine.

Her special heartless soul did not matter to the special God.
He can see it; wide and clear.
A chocolate coloured sound, beating with soft sugary emotions,
A red passion that God becomes so attached.

Without her knowing,
She became ‘extremely’ valuable to God.

The God smiled like a fragmented moon and wooed to a trembling girl, who is to become his…
…Lover.

You may harm the others
But if you ever dare harming ‘me’


I will……








Kill you.

Over there at the far sight,
There is a couple, fighting with their veins showing in their necks.

Like all the other quarrels between husband and wife,
They are supposedly ‘arguing’ about their child’s education.
Wife is nagging her husband, and husband rolls his strong, iron hands into fists and trembles.
Their bloodshot eyes clearly show they ‘will’ strike one another in few moments.

A shrimp like child seems to be squeezed between two angry whales,
Unable to decide anything,
But helplessly and nervously rolls his eyes like tennis balls.

Why adults do fight?
Why don’t they just DO a rock, paper and scissors and follow what the winner says?

He just doesn’t get this situation with his small head,
But this is the first time he realizes that rules at a preschool do not apply to adults;
Especially to his parents.

An old lady at the scene calls for a pitiful chick.
As the rescued child rushes, the old lady smiles warmly,
And embraces the child with her loving heart.

“Tut, tut… Kids are raising kids nowadays…”
She cautiously and softly patted the back of the child.

She’s like Mama,
A scared child dangles some tears, and shyly tries to hide himself by smothering himself into the old lady.

For such lovable action… the kind old lady

“Ha ~
..........Your journey of suffering ….
.................................................. ..Starts RIGHT HERE……”
.................................................. .....................................Sneers

“Huh?”

‘Did I just hear? No…. I think I’ve just heard something I’m not suppose to.’

As if to reward the chaotic confusion the child has,
The old lady gives her best, sweet warming smile and says,

“Despair… … child.”

Although he is an indiscreet child yet to know the complicating adult world,
He unconsciously slaps this ‘very’ spiteful old lady.

Non-dream Dream

I could only remember 2 very short dream fragments today.

Dream fragment 1:

I am competing in baseball's home run derby but the stupid pitcher won't throw any strikes. I only hit one home run. There was a crowd around home plate throughout the whole event for some reason.

Dream fragment 2:

I bought a car stereo off of eBay and I am picking it up in person from a very nice lady.

I guess it’s true that you are getting stronger in a jail.

Soooo boring…..
I’ve been sleeping half a day
(That is 12 hours, 720 minutes, 43200 seconds of sleep) x 3 days ~!!!!

Tormented with rambling thoughts
I decided to train my weakening muscles and dispersing mentality
Sit ups become handstands to push ups.

2167, 2168, 2169 …… he he
Now that I think of it… it’s sooo nice in here without any harm…

Eh?
Disturbed mind disturb a motion.

“Hm… two thousand nine hundred thirteen…?”
I must have murmured this out loud, for all of sudden an old speaker on the wall starts to creak
Then NEET, lazy voice of panda leisurely says

“It’s two thousand eight hundred and forty, ass-hole.”
I startled and stumbled to the back
And heard some more mumbling over the speaker

Probably a mouth full of sugar coated cheese cake …
I am positively sure that his blood is made out of sugar.
Sweet treat for mosquitoes.
May you be blessed with them, Amen.

Comes to think of it…… wait a sec… … you

“Not a stalker.”
So you mind read now? Then…

“Simple thinking pattern, once in every 0.84 seconds, do the math.”

I agree
............“Is… is that so…”
.....................................reluctantly.

Can’t figure what this stupid genius is thinking.

“Same here”

I REALLY don’t like him.

<-- Detective L, the Panda

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One icy winter night,
I questioned her around the corner where even cars scarcely drive.

It is upsetting to admit this,
But she hears my words one ear to another.

Giving a hollow snort and empty smirk,
She blankly stares at some unknown place.

“Ever been into a bottomless pit?”
Orange street lights shone her side,
Hiding the other half of her sorrow.

“No I just… you’re keep getting hur…….t”
A black car passes, leaving its red light on her.

“Don’t you dare.”
Like a knife chopping a vegetable,
She looks straight into my eyes and firmly says

“E.v.e.r.”

With her conclusion,
She takes a deep breath and jumps from the rail road.
Like always, showing her back to my side,
She goes far away to a place I do not know.

What is the burden you carry on your small back?
The question dims with the white steam of breath.

“There is no exit.”
She seems to be self-mocking her own fault.

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

This is a dream I would pay money to remember in exact detail. It was very vivid, gritty, emotional, and at times completely irrational. Again, I want to blame something for my poor recall. So I mention this is additional support for my theory that: irrational dreams are especially forgettable. At the end of the dream things got super weird and my recall of those events is very spotty.

A detailed beginning is completely forgotten:

I was in a very old, run down, poorly light blue, futuristic indoor complex. It was large and imposing but looked darkened and vacant. I was determined to release a group of people from some kind of stasis prison. I seemed to know exactly where to go. I used some kind of stealth device to sneak into a giant room filled with rows of beds with wavy metal gates. I would say at least 60-people in rows stacked to the ceiling were in this large medical-like room.

In the middle of the room, off to one side against the wall was a brightly (white) illuminated bed. The guard I was sneaking up on was laying on it with a blanket trembling with fear. I was going to knock him out when I noticed he was fixated on a point deeper into the room. When I looked I saw what he saw.. It was a ghost. A cloudy looking young man with an outstretched arm walking towards him in a distressed looking manner. I remember thinking, what are the odds I would come to release these people and a ghost would show up?

There was a panel on the guards bed with an orange LED on it. I twisted the knob and all the bed grates began to slowly lower at the same time. The guard saw me when my stealth wrinkled. He was so terrified by the apparition he made no attempt to stop me.

Things go completely hazy at this point...

Next thing I know I am about to enter a "very" haunted area of the complex. I had a powerful high-tech camera with a large screen that allowed me to see in the dark. It was not the ugly green infrared look, it was a pale blue display and it was strikingly clear. When I looked without the camera, everything was almost pitch black. The hall was at least 20ft wide, went forward about 15ft leading to a small set of two or three stairs to a split-level hall leading to the left. The hall had many doors. I remember heavy dust in the air. Long rips in the carpets and clawed looking walls. It was much, much older and worn down than the rest of the complex.

No sooner had I taken a few steps down the hall when I saw a flare of light on the camera. Then, a terrible sounding groaning noise started down the hall and two shabby looking ghosts turned the corner heading towards me. I put down the camera and looked. I saw nothing but I could hear the weird, disturbing moaning getting closer.

This was too much. I hurried out of the hall the way I came. I shut the wooden doors behind me. I could still hear the moaning getting closer. I was standing in a bustling police station. Apparently, the "haunted wing" of the police station had been condemned... I announced, "Two ghosts are following me." Everyone reacted with irritation. I stepped away from the door and turned around. I could see the broken yellow police tape on the door.

To my shock, the two homeless looking ghosts appeared in front of the door looking at me. I heard men yell with fear in the station. Somebody shot some kind of energy weapon that exploded sparks of light everywhere and one ghost vanished.

At this point the dream gets very irrational and unstable. There was some weird thing about shooting a boot. A large plastic shotgun. And some huge super cop that could out perform everyone in the station, including me. I'm almost certain he "took out" the first ghost , and, took out the second ghost in a spectacular way which replayed/repeated like a sports highlight. --Then I woke up.

Note: This dream has many common elements/dream signs: police, prison, desolate future, undead, LCD, and long halls. Even the poorly recalled super cop seemed like a trickster.

I'm having trouble sleeping again. It was after 2 am when I fell asleep, and I woke up unable to fall back asleep just before 6. Got up after tossing and turning for an hour, I'll go back to bed after I'm done typing this and hopefully get some more sleep and maybe WBTB will help

Dream One(Fragment): I dreamed of someone I used to know, can't remember the context of this dream.

Dream Two(Fragment): I dreamed my son's guitar was out of tune (it is, but my son is 5 and doesn't know how to play, he just "plays") and that the person from the first dream was tuning it to sound like his own guitar.

Dream Three: I'm laying in bed in the dream, and I get a text message. I check it, and it says, "Would you rather be woken by dogs at the crack of dawn? Or would you like to sleep in and have me wake you up around noon?" I text back I'd like to sleep in... but my husband gets out of bed, and I can't fall back asleep so I get up too. Then we walk into a living room, and it's not ours. I realize this, and I go back to the bedroom, only to realize it's not ours either. There are video game systems in it, and I start trying to turn them off because they're on. Somehow though, I end up accidentally purchasing games for the systems from their online stores, I hear a noise near the door, and I look at it, just to see that there's a door hidden behind the open door. The open door closes to show the door behind it is open, and standing in the door is a blond haired guy. He comes over and sits on the bed next to me, then he asks why I didn't wait for him to wake me up. Then I wake up for real and couldn't fall back asleep.

Non-dream Dream

I recalled 2 sports dreams today.

Dream 1:

I am competing against two of my old high school friends in rollerblading. We eventually join forces somehow and dominate the field.

Dream 2:

I am in a baseball game playing shortstop. We are about to take the field and I can't find my glove (either forgot it or lost it - common occurrence). I finally make it out to my position with my glove. The first play is a sinking line drive by my right foot and I make an error on the play. The next two plays are flyouts to right field. Then a sharp grounder is hit to me and takes a crazy hop at the end. Nobody in real life could have made the play but I manage to grab the ball bare handed and throw it to second for the force out. The second baseman drops the ball but recovers just in time for the out.

Now it is time to bat. I can't find the right wooden bat and it is taking forever to step up to the plate. I start losing the dream here and I wake up before getting to bat.

This is a common occurrence in my baseball dreams - I rarely get to bat.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

My recall has sucked but I managed, barely, to get most of the dream down .

I was walking through a weird red temple courtyard. It seemed to have a Japanese theme to it. I can't remember who I was with, but I then walked around a corner into a huge battlefield. There were piles of rubble everywhere and dragons flying around in the distance. I ran over to help the people getting attacked. I hid behind a scrap peice of metal that had been ripped off of something. As dragons flew over us, I used the 'Dragonrend' shout from skyrim. The dragons flew in from my right and toward the temple. It was dark, but light on the field. I ran over to the temple, stopped then ran back again. While running back, I notcied 3 dragons above my head and another flying even higher in circles above the other dragons. I soon teleported back to the temple with my sister and step sister. We teleported again, through the temple gates and found ourselves at my school, wlaking home. When we arrived at home, we went into the house next to mine. I was confused but followed them anyway. I was a little bit lucid when going up the stairs of the house, I thought of doing a RC but didn't think it was a dream, so I continued. At the top of the stairs were 3 beds, which made me ask "is this where they sleep?". My sister did not reply.

I remember a fragment which is:

A man and a woman were on a small white boat, and the guy had a boner. Not sure why, but he had a boner haha.

My recall is terrible because of my WBTB for WILD. I get up, drink, toilet and back to bed. It somehow messes up my recall D:.

Thanks for reading .

Date: 24/06/2012
Place: Friend's bed
Time of getting into bed: 3.37am

Dream 1 - Non Lucid dream - 5.23am
I have just written 'dream forgotten...' in my DJ

Dream 2 - Non Lucid dream

I am staying with a friend in their parent's motorhome. Their parents are present too. The motor home is small, and filled to the top with junk, like a hoarder. Not rubbish, but items and household wares. The bed I am supposed to be sleeping in missing, and after some searching it is found out that another 'child' staying here broke it, and then sent it away to be fixed.

***NOTEWORTHY***
Bad dream recall - too much partying?? Not enough sleep??
Friend's mum does have a motorhome

I had another spy dream, and Kaomea was in it. I just don't remember any other details.

I was in class, and my old speech teacher was there. He had a setup with a bunch of spray cans and a small stress ball on the table. He closed the door and had several students spray the entire contens of the can in the class room. I said "what is this supposed to do?". And I noticed my voice was several octaves higher. I had to talk in a low tone on purpose just so my voice would sound normal. He grabbed the stress ball and threw it and it bounce so hard and fast that it hit the ceiling several times in a blink of an eye before finally slowing down. He said that the cans had fix a flat in them, and they contained helium and some other stuff. I remember telling D about it at lunch and J and I can't think of her name. But they were arguinging. One of them said I was only friends with the girl because I wanted to get in her pants. Mybe it was like that initially, but we have been friends for so long that I gave up on that. I told her no, and the other girl backed me up.

I think I was lucid for a bit last night too, but I don't remember. Hmmm