dream fragment

05/30/2012
Dream Fragment:
I had Mrs. Gentry again - a wretched old witch of an art teacher that I had back in high school - but for some different subject than art. Can't remember what it was, though. Anyway, she was pretty much being a bitch, as usual. There was also something about someone telling me that they thought the novel I'm working on reads like a best-seller, which made me feel pretty good.



06/03/2012
Dream Fragment:
There was a huge battle going on, against some magical organization. I vaguely remember supernatural elements, such a ghosts, throughout the ordeal, but I really can't recall too much of it. At one point, I was either flying through a city or on a tall highway, looking out over a slum area. In one high-rise window, I saw a woman get eaten by the enormous face of some colossal, fanged monster that was obviously too big to actually fit in the building. When it chomped down on her, there was a wide splash of blood that completely blotted out the window. (I believe the concept of the 'monster too big for the room, eating her' was inspired by the novel I am writing.)

Later, I was back on the ground, and I was being attacked by a small army (of actual soldiers) that were the size of insects. They flooded the concrete and advanced on my with their tiny weapons, but they were no much for the flaming aerosol can that I torched them all with.

This dream occurred just this morning. I'll only remember certain parts of it, and as for the other past dreams, I will post some of those shortly too.

We were on a trip to another school. Walking into the hallways, I thought about, or perhaps discussed, how science accepts some concepts while ignoring others. If religion wants to ignore gravity, thought someone, wouldn't that make their belief still true because they have faith?

Actually, I thought. We only perceive something as real if it is separate from the rest. What about the theory of changing gravitational constant over eons - also similar to the Variable Speed of Light Hypothesis - why does science ignore that? Why is evolution accepted but not the evolution of gravity? What about the reports of spiritual experiences? What was objective and what was qualia?

There was some kind of Super-ego theory, too.

Somewhere hours later, there was a thunderstorm. I woke up in my old bedroom, talking with my "biological mother", who supposedly was different from my mom in real life. It was 12:23 pm, time to get up.

We went on another tour of a school, sometime later in the day at 7:50 am, as the buses were leaving early. We walked inside with a bunch of high school students, me reflecting on the "dreams" I'd just had, writing them down in my all-purpose notebook.

A female friend of mine gave me a piece of cake on a plate. I tried cutting it a few times, but it was silicone, and seemed to disappear a little each time I cut it. I promised to get the cake repaired, but said, "this would be appetizing if it weren't silicone".

I woke up. It was 8:41 am. The previous day, I'd indeed talked to this female friend about shellac, and how it was secreted from the female lac bug, even in candy.

Note to self, reading books about aliens before bed might not be the best idea.

Dream One: I'm huddling in the middle of the house in the dark with the kids trying to stay away from the windows. I'm sure that if I'm near the windows the aliens will see me O.o Woke up from this one almost too scared to go to the bathroom, lol.

Dream Two(Fragment): Much less scary alien dream, and as a result i remember very little. I think I opened the front door, and let someone in. and He was telling me to relax, aliens aren't going to bother me, they don't want to hurt anyone, and I'm not ready to see them yet anyways. As I said before, I'm reading a book my mom suggested I read about Aliens and religion (It's called "In Our Image", by Susan Alan, it's fiction not fact or anything.) and I'm 100% sure that's why I had scary alien dreams when I went to sleep, lol. I'm going to have to reserve reading it for before 6 O'clock I think.

Dream Three (Fragments): Probably the longest dream of the night, but I only remember parts. The first part I'm dressed in red and purple, and I have multiple arms (like that goddess, Shiva?) I'm yelling out, angrily. Another fragment I'm seeing an army marching over a hill. I think these were connected, like I was cheering them or or else I was about to face the army, but I could be wrong ans I can't remember what happened after. The next point I can remember I am on the sidewalk at the house I lived in as a kid. There's a man in a black suit and short blond hair with me. He's saying to me that it's best if I keep a low profile because "they" don't know what I am capable of and so he can let me live. Then he wants to talk to my family for a moment, to make sure that unmaking my brother worked. I'm really sad, and I don't think I say anything to him at all because I'm so depressed. I think they've unwritten my brother from history, gone back in time somehow and just made it so he was never born. The man knocks on the front door, and Grandma answers it. The man asks her about my brother, and she tells him I never had a brother and he must be mistaken. He thanks her and starts to walk down the sidewalk to the driveway. I follow him in a stupor, I don't know what to do, I'm just so sad. Then we get to the driveway, and the man gets in a silver colored car with no doors, instead the windshield and top of the car lift and drop, it kind of reminds me of the cockpits in the Y wings in Star wars actually. The glass was a similar geometric design. When he gets in the car, something snaps inside me, I realize that he's the only one besides me that knows my brother ever existed, and he's the one who won't let me take my revenge because he doesn't want "them" (who ever they are?) to know "what I'm capable of" (whatever that is?) I run out in front of the car, and leap on top of it. I'm angry, FURIOUS, and I can't half control myself. My hands looks like claws, and I begin ripping the glass off the car. It's some sort of plexiglass or something because it doesn't break when it hits the ground, it's only breaking in the spots where I hit it or rip through it with my claws. I'm growling and sound and feel much more like animal than a person. The guy doesn't even flinch though, he just sits in the car and watches me throw pieces of his car's windshield and windows and tops all over the driveway. I stop when I run out of glass, and feel completely deflated. That served absolutely no purpose. The guy then tells me that's not keeping a low profile like he asked me to. Suddenly I feel like a guilty puppy who just tore up the shoe of the person who's been caring for and feeding it. Obviously this guy knows "what I'm capable of" or he wouldn't mention it, then he goes and puts his own neck on the line by not reporting to "them" who I kind of figured in the dream were his superiors so I'd be safe. I repay that kindness by throwing a tantrum, doing what he told me not to, and tearing up his car. I'm a bitch I think the strong feelings are why I remember this dream so well, the sadness, the anger, and the guilt.

Dream Four: I'm in a house, watching my kids, but it's not my house. Suddenly, all their stuffed animals come to life! The things want me to release them from the house, but I refuse. It seems I'm the only one who can release them, they need my power to escape. Then They tell me they want me to release"The big guy downstairs" and in the dream I know it's some sort of robot that runs the house not actually a stuffed animal at all. I say that there's one condition to me bringing him to life, none of them (including him) can hurt me or my family, and they can't leave the house. They're cool with this, so I start to go downstairs, then I think I need to grab my bag and my computer mouse first. The animals ask me to give them my bag and my mouse, and I refuse. I tell them I know enough about magic to know that my energy will reside in things that I use often even when I'm not using them, and the LAST thing I want is them to find a way to use that energy to do what I will not. I go downstairs, and there's a guy playing video games, I think it's my husband but I'm not sure. A lady knocks on the door, and I ask him to watch the kids and the stuffies to make sure that they don't do anything while I go out and talk to this lady. She's telling me that stuffed animals are coming to life all over, and that I need to find a way to destroy them before they get to the mad scientist that is causing them to come to life. She's telling me this, I hear a sound nearby, and look up to see a stuffed Yoshi walking across the railing of the porch. The Woman whips out a gun and shoots Yoshi! Before I can flip out, his body falls forwards and bees come out of his stuffing and attack us. I'm running back inside to the shower and batting at them. the lady is doing the same. They don't get in the house, but there are several tiny stings on my face and I fill the sink with cold water and submerse my face in it to cool the stings. Then I look over to check on the lady who is doing the same in the sink. I ask her if she thinks there are bees in the animals playing with my kids, and she said no. Then an image appears like a hologram in the kitchen. It's a man with Elvis style hair and he's laughing maniacally about his bees. Then he's saying that if we survived his bee stings, maybe we'll survive his mutating gas! and then he shows this beautiful girl saying that this is what she looks like before mutating gas, then she suddenly looks like a man and is saying this is how she looked afterwards, and her face starts melting like it's made of soft clay or play dough and she has to reshape it herself. Then I wake up, lol.

Unfortunately I was only able to recall one dream fragment. This probably had to do with me not being in an ideal situation prior to going to bed (shut down my computer and went to sleep). I did do my mantra and everything and I think I heard a noise that was not really there. It sounded like a high pitched voice of a female singer.

The dream fragment I can remember was me being on the ACLO (student gym) to coach my volleyball team. The strange thing about this dream was time, because it was there and played some part in it. I was at the ACLO 30 minutes early and was walking around in the hallway. I do not know how I got there, the dream fragment starts there. I was walking to the exit of the ACLO because that is also the place where you can go to the canteen when I met my old mentor from high school. He told me I was supposed to be linesman for a match he was to referee. I told him that that was really inconvenient as I had to coach and the people at the club knew about that, so I needed to find someone else.

I looked at my watch and noticed I had half an hour (it was 14:30 on the watch, there was no odd or impossible time on the display). So I decided to go with him, but did place the remark that I needed to find a teammate to do the other sets after the first one. He also told me that I could go after the first set if I had to, which is strange because in reality you can obviously not walk away from being linesman. Seeing I am switching clubs this season it was also foggy as to for what club I needed to be linesman. Which are all things I could have picked up on, but did not.

First dream I've recorded,

I was standing, holding a yellow brick. All around were brick buildings, with a huge train track behind me - with a train stationed down in a nearby tunnel. Behind me was a stone archway that lead to these tracks. There was a brick fence that was attached to the archway, it followed the train tracks down to the tunnel.

Sitting on this fence behind me was a girl, who I am sure is my Anima. She is in every single dream I have.

I threw the brick I was holding to the ground, it smashed as any brick would. I picked up another, from somewhere, threw it to the ground as well. It smashed, this time inside it was pink and smelled incredibly sweet. Like fruit.

I picked up another, and smashed it. More fruit.

I did this for a while...

Then woke up. Very fragmented.

What the hell?

I'm packing up my things in anticipation of moving. This involves climbing a stepladder to get the things on the top shelf of my closet, which has changed. The door and walls of the closet are gone, leaving just wood shelving. Must get this all done in a hurry. Apparently I'll be in class or something while the move takes place, so I won't be around to make sure my stuff is moved. I'm a little sad at the idea of leaving this house, but I am still really excited. I can't wait to see what the new house is like because I haven't seen it yet.

I had a dream about being in High School, sitting to the side of the hall, and there were desks just set outside one of the teacher's rooms. I walk over, set my backpack down, and listen to a lecture. I remember cracking jokes with someone at some point. Didn't recognize any faces.

Very light, semilucid dreams about League Of Legends fights, all night long from what I can remember. I didn't sleep well, but it made for some wacky dreams. I was just watching RTS battles from birdseye view for hours on end, and at parts I felt like I could take control of my characters. I feel like when I start lucid dreaming, the only way I'll be able to control things is from League of Legends perspective, since it's the only game I play right now. Kind of cool I guess..?

Remember something about a white circular platform, it was spinning, and James bond was standing on it with his gun out.

I remember something about a garden and a waterfall, I was at some kind of outside banquet. The place was beautiful, and everyone was holding glasses of Champagne, some sort of jazz was playing in the background. Still very fuzzy though.

I remember something about watching a YouTube video about someone named Sally.

Before I get started on my dreams, I'm doing something different so I figured I'd state what it is and what you can expect on the next week or possibly longer depending on my results I'm trying to learn DEILD, wich means instead of taking notes when I wake up between dreams, I'm just going back to sleep. So last night my dreams were all fairly interesting enough that I remembered them and took notes when I got up for the morning, none of them were lucid though (I'm struggling with the whole not opening my eyes thing ) In the future though, I don't foresee remembering any where near my usual without my notes. I gotta get past the feeling of disappointment I get when I can't remember at least 3 dreams too. But without anymore rambling, here they are!

Dream One: I'm watching a documentary about a fish. It looks like some sort of alien world, the water is a dark blueish black, not "clear blue" like in cleans ocean on earth, but not greenish brown like the oceans I've always been to, lol. In the dream documentary I learned that this particular fish hatches, and then it attaches it's self to the underside of certain other type of fish, then it would eat the bits that fly free when the other fish was eating.I watched videos of these two fish swiming (and they looked very odd, the host fish was very rounded and more like manatees than fish, but they were also definitely fish... maybe similar to Beluga whales only dark grey instead of white) and the parasite fish kind of reminded me of a white fish skeleton, only it's spiky parts weren't just bone, but flowey fin thingies. The documentary also said that they were having trouble in the north west islands because the host fish (I can't remember the fish names now ) up there had evolved with a mouth lower on it's body and when the parasite fish attached, it would block the host fish's mouth and the host fish would slowly starve to death unable to open it's mouth, then the parasite would move on to another host and kill it as well. Apparently the parasite could eat the food the host would try to catch by acting as the mouth so it didn't starve.

Dream Two(Fragment): I'm at a star wars convention. All I remember is being there with my mom, seeing clone troopers, and going into the bathroom.

Dream Three: I'm standing inside a big warehouse/convention style building. I'm waiting for someone, but he's not showing up. I know I'm waiting for him though, and I know he's going to be there (and I knew who in the dream, but it was one of those things that slipped my mind by the time I woke up for the morning) I grow tired of waiting, and decide to explore. I start to walk, and suddenly the floor becomes water, so I lay back and start floating. I see a wall at arms length from me, so I float towards it, and plant my feet on it, then walk on the wall letting my body float in the water rather than wasting energy swimming. (That would so only work in a ream, lol) Then I see a boat nearby, and I listen in on what's being said on the boat. There's a woman with pretty long black hair, and I think she reminds me of an Egyptian queen, she's wearing lots of gold and red and her boat looks similar to something you'd see in hieroglyphs. She says, "In this world I could just blink and report my goods where I want them but its so much more fun to play and pretend like I'm transporting them. " and in my mind, I understand this concept that I am not in the real world, and that I can do... special(?) things that I can't in the real world, but I just don't get that I am dreaming. And it's important to realize, I felt this way from the beginning of the dream, that logic didn't apply here, but rather than being a dream I just thought I had traveled to another world or something, lol. My senses also tell me the person I was waiting for is nearby though I can't see him, but since he's not coming to meet me like he's supposed to I feel abandoned for a moment, then decide to move on and explore so I can forget again. I look around me, and see these big rugs hanging from shelves on the wall above where I'm "walking" and I notice that they would be really pretty rugs, except the company that makes them has their logo on all the rugs, even bigger than the design. In some rugs, the logo is twice the size of the actual design. I wonder if people of this world like things that are "branded" like that fad where teenagers are wearing clothes with their favorite shirt brands names on them... it's not that the logos are nice (I find them very ugly!), I really think sometimes they just want everyone to know that they shop at those stores and should be viewed as somehow higher class or more important than those who shop at other places. Anyways, my opinion of those who would buy such a rug is the same, and I wonder if everyone in that world is so concerned with brands or if the manufacturers are overly concerned with advertising their brand that they miss the point of a rug... to be decorative! Then the floor becomes land again, and I step back onto it and wander over to some anime prints, but they look like fan made stuff, and some of them even look like foil prints. The dark haired girl is looking at the prints too, and talking to a girl with big long curly bleach blond hair. The curly girl seems to be the artist who drew the pictures. She's telling the dark haired girl to pick the prints she wants in exchange for something. The dark haired girl says they're all nice, but none of them are really her style.Then the curly haired girl tells her that she has something else she made for her, and takes her to the right. I follow out of curiosity, and we walk into a move "warehouse" looking area. There are three cardboard cars. The artist girl has been making a card prop for the boat girl's next costume. She goes on to say she's hand making this one herself and making her assistants work on the other ones because she wants to make sure THIS one is perfect for the dark haired girl. Then the dark haired girl says that she'll look at the pictures again. We walk back into the room with the pictures, and I see a rotating postcard display I walk over to it, and it has postcard sized pictures in it. I start to turn it, and my eyes land on one that is the characters of Hakuouki sitting on and around a cherry tree. The difference being the girl character has been replaces by a curly brownish blonde haired character. In the dream I think she looks a LOT like me when my hair was long, but after waking up I realize that being a drawing, it could have been meant to be the girl who drew it, curly haired girl! The whole thing makes me feel off emotionally, because it reminds me that I'm waiting for someone who didn't come. The artist girl notices me looking at the picture and she leans over to say something, then stops and makes a face like she's not sure if she should, then decides to tell me after all. She says, "I loved that game, but if you ask me, I felt sorry for Yukimaru (the female lead character) because I felt like the whole time she was just being taken advantage of." This comment makes me feel even worse, because In a way I wonder if I'm being taken advantage of the way I'm waiting for someone, and even though I can feel him nearby he's not showing up. It feels like I'm being strung along or something. I walk off quickly, as tears start welling up in my eyes, then I RUN back to where the rugs were and try to hide in them and some boxes to cry. But as I start crying I feel like the person I'm waiting for walks by on the other side of the rugs, stops for a moment, then hurries off. I feel even worse, and burst into another round of tears, then someone moves a box. It's some random warehouse worker, and he tells me I can't be here, so I get up and run away. I decide I'm going to go far, far away. I run into a little room that I somehow think is my dad's house. I call out to him, and some strange man comes down from the attic, but in the dream I know he's my "dad in this world" not my real dad. I tell him I'm going to leave and go "back to the desert" because I'm tired of waiting for someone who's not going to show. He tried to talk me out of it, telling me it's hot and that I need to think of my babies who won't like the heat. I tell him I'll be fine because we won't be walking we'll be riding in the car. He reminds me that my AC is broken, and I tell him it'll be fine, there's no humidity in the desert so it feels cooler than home even if it IS hotter. Then a mans voice is practically yelling in my head, "Please just wait for me. If you want to go to the desert I will take you, I have AC. Please wait just a bit longer everything is almost ready." I ignore it though, I don't even bother trying to tell him I'm going anyways. I just walk out the door, and I'm in a little playground with a dirt ground rather than mulch and such like modern playgrounds have. A few of my friends are there with their kids, and I suddenly notice one of my friend's husbands look like the dark haired lover guy from Uraboku (spelled?) and I reason that my friend must be his "Juliet's" reincarnation in this world (couldn't remember the names in the dreams as I've only seen like one or two episodes of that and it was a couple years ago, so we're going to use Shakespeare to draw an analogy here. lol). Then I feel a familiar presence, and feel arms around me, and I know that I'm not waiting anymore and all my anger and feelings of abandonment fade. I'm sure he'd never abandon me. I look over my shoulder and see long dark hair and eerily pales skin. I'm told something about how he was trying to get everything ready so... and then I woke up. Looking back on this dream from an awake POV, I'm pretty sure this was some sort of communication with the "spirit guide" I know as Vesta (not the goddess, lol) He usually takes the form of a black panther in dreams (sometimes Clifford the dog sized, lol) but he also has a human form that he takes that loosely resembles Johnny Depp is Sleepy Hollow The reason I'm sure this is him, is that often when I have dreams of him, I'm always aware that I can do things that I would normally not be able to do, and feel like I'm in "another world" but I never realize it's a DREAM world. Also the part where I hear his voice in my head, and the part where he's Getting something ready... those are big arrows


Dream Four: I'm watching a video of Animazement on a hand held video camera with my husband and kids. I notice a strange pyramid shape in the video, and insist that they rewind it so I can see it again because I think it's an important clue or symbol to something. When we rewind it, we can no longer see the pyramid, it's gone. Then we end up inside the video somehow, reliving being at Animazement. But the things that happen, aren't what really happened while we were there. There are men in gold masks spraying everyone who comes too close with strawberry yogurt. Then we're at the door of the con, and we can't get in because we didn't bring our badges. There are some artists set up outside though, so I talk to one about commissioning her to draw a picture of my daughter with some Pokemon for Christmas. Then My husband says we should leave and look for our badges. We start out the door, but then I feel like I need to go back, like there's someone important in there after all. I turn around and step back inside leaving my husband with the kids and scan the crowd really quickly. I don't see anything out of the ordinary. I lock eyes with some guy, but I don't recognize him so I keep scanning and ignore him. After a moment I realize that feeling is gone and maybe there's no one important here after all, and I walk back out to my husband. He glares at me all mad and says, "Well? Did you find your blond guy?" Then some girls erupt into laughter in front of us and I notice my daughter has pulled away from my husband who is too angry to notice and is walking through the girls crowd. I rush over and apologize for her stepping on them. They tell me she's so cute and that she came over and put her hands on her hips and said, "Move it!" I'm mortified, I did not teach my kids to be so rude!!! But they girls are laughing about how cute it is. I notice one of the girls looks like someone from the con who FB friended me that I never even spoke to! Then I wake up.

Dream Five: I've got one of those little dolls with the wires attached that you move and the computer translates into movement and animates ( http://gizmodo.com/5913553/over+dram...animation-easy ) and I'm playing with it because I think it's so cool. I'm makeing it do all kinds of dance moves, and eventually the perv in me comes out and I make it mime humping things just to see the animated character on the screen dance and hump things, lol. The animated character on the screen was a man in a trench coat with short blond hair.

I was driving in the car with a girl who reminded me of Linda Firday (pornstar) and she was telling me that she was having second thoughts about us getting together. I was about to tell her how much I didn't care.

I was at McDonalds, and this rap song was playing that I've never heard. The lyrics were pretty dope.

I was at my house going over this paperwork with a lady from student services, and my sister was there too. I was complaining about all the sheets I had to fill out.

Last night before going to sleep I was meditating quite a while before passing out. I remember waking up a few times a night, but not remembering any of my dreams. Each time I tried a different technique but to no avail.
This morning I woke up several times and the last time I woke up before I got out of bed 11.30 was somewhere around 9.30-9.45. I tried to WILD (for the first time, actually) but I do not remember if the attempt was succesful. When I woke up and got out of bed there was two things that happened that often tells me I have dreamed; I had a sense of having been somewhere else and I had an old song in the back of my head which I was constantly humming.

This was disappointing to me, as it always is when I do not remember dreams. However, I suspect that I did become lucid without remembering it, 'cause I have this nagging feeling of standing somewhere under a deep purple sky and saying to myself that this is a dream, but the thought/feeling is too fleeting to be categorized and proved. The problem I'm often having with my lucid dreams are that once I become lucid I can't keep control and a false awakening occurs, or I just lose all vividness and the dream continues on without me remembering it.

At least I have identified my own problems and are working to solve them.

Again I can only remember one dream for tonight. I do know that I had more, but silly me decided to try a WBTB instead of waking up and writing them down. Unfortunately the WBTB did not work for as far as noticed, and I am unable to recall the dreams as well. Loss-loss.

Anyway, to get back to the dream: it was focused around an old university professor of mine and a friend (RJ) and myself. RJ and me wanted to follow a course given on a university of applied sciences where RJ is studying but we were unsure of whether or not we would be allowed in. Because of that, we sent an e-mail to the professor who invited us to come almost straight away. Strange thing is, this professor could impossibly have worked at said institution because he works at the normal university and not at the one of applied sciences. This all happened very vast and we were in the classroom before I knew what was going on. This should have been something I could have picked up on, but I failed to do so.

The classroom was unlike anything they have in this university of applied sciences building. I am sure of that. It was an adapted form of part of a gym entrance where I sometimes train. You need to walk up a staircase and to your left and right are computers and workplaces, the computers had been removed and walls had been placed around the thing. The room was large and had several tables standing it in in a normal classroom formation. The strange thing was that the chairs were old and looked more like the chairs they used on my high school. RJ shot right past me and went to the back of the classroom, only to return with a chair that looked way better and actually resembled the chairs we use at the university. Finding this strange I looked at the table where we wanted to sit down and noticed that only one of those chairs was standing there, which in my mind explained RJ's behavior.

Now that we had the chairs, the next problem presented itself: what did we do with the old chairs? Even though I am sure (now that I think back) that the chairs could not be pushed under the table completely they could now all of a sudden. So we pushed them under the table until they came out under it on the other side. Even in the dream I found this somewhat strange, but thought nothing of it at the time.

The time of the lecture was not included in the dream, at least not that I can recall, and we were talking to the professor who asked us "So you were really interested in joining this course?" RJ replied and I remember thinking to myself that finally his tendency to chat up to lecturers had paid off. They chatted, and I woke up. Again, I did not get the waking up part but just found myself awake.