dream fragment

First

I'm waiting for the subway train with a couple of friends. I notice that we are moving. We have wondered into a train by accident! I think we can still make it in time, if we change at the second stop for a yellow line.

Second

I'm at some cathedral, as a tourist in a small group. I'm not that interested in the cathedral, so I go down to a beach. There is a cottage there, with who are apparently university students playing some games. I try a little indoor tennis. It's a bit scary, the ball is going fast and the field really small. I don't hit the ball once.

Dream Fragment - "Dianeva and I create an IRC language that's hard to understand at first because it work the same way as SSRIs???"

I'm riding my back through some forest on a trail with a bunch of roots and rocks sticking out of the ground. I see Doug On his bike up ahead of me. The world Is kind of dark and and gritty, Like the Nazi Zombie maps from World At War. Dougs speeding down the trail and I'm getting a work out trying to keep up with him. Pretty soon we come to a clearing in the forest and I notice that it is night time also, but the moon is so big and bright in the sky, with a yellowish tint to it providing enough light to see in the dark. In the middle of the clearing is a huge building that kind of looks like a prison/castle, there are no fences, and there are Towers on every corner . I there are two trails, one leading to the two big metal at the front of the building and another that leads up a hill to some weird bunker looking thing. We decide to enter the building first....

Now I'm inside one of the towers, our bikes are gone, and even though the place feels kind of creepy, it doesn't seem to be threatening at all. Were at the very top and all we can see in every direction is forest. I kind of get the feeling that we are lost. There is no power or even any lights in the building. As we stare off into the distance the Bunker at the top of the hill lights up.....

Back Out front On our bikes were racing up the hill, and the path starts to dig into the ground, and dirt walls are rising. pretty soon the walls start falling again until we are level with the ground again, and couple more yards and were at the entrance to the bunker. There are light bulbs lighting up the inside, and I know for sure its a bunker now due to the Cement construct and the sand bags stacked up at the windows. We take a glance inside and see the trail keeps going down A tunnel that curves and that bulbs are on the walls in an alternating pattern. Doug then starts rushing down the Tunnel on his bike and I take off after him. After a bit the Tunnel starts to get tighter and Bumpier. I don't know how Long I rode but Eventually I just woke up.

"Garbage dive and clowns" This was probably one the weirdest dreams I have had in quite some time. To give you a visual I viewed this dream from a movie perspective meaning that there were multiple cuts to various scene. For the majority of the dream I was just an observor watching the events go down, influencing the endings with where every my unawoken mind went. Over the course of the night i woke up twice so emotionally involved in the dream I went right back to sleep hoping to revisit the dream I had awoken from. Luckily i was able to each time

First thing I remember is looking into a home with someone else. Some kid took out the garbage and then began thinking about garbage. Next thing I knew I was in millions of pounds of garbage but it was not the kind all bagged up. I was all squishey and was alive. Felt like I was in a tub full of worms! My companion asked me how much more time till we get to the bottom! I said it will be very soon. Meanwhile unfriendly clowns were holding hostage some of my friends. The clowns had set up an enitre under ground world in which there were doctor clowns, school teachers clown, school kid clowns, librarian clowns, every type of human job replaced with a clown face and human body. They detested the presence of my friends and had tortured some of my friends. Luckily most of the hostages were able to escape and they set up two barracades infront of a doorway entrance into an autitorium. The clowns held there distance as my friends had managed to aqquire guns.*

Meanwhile back at the house I remember listening to a conversation between a young kid and an older adult. The adult was warning the kid not to play in the garbage but the good was friendly but defiant in his beliefs repeating "my uncle has always told me if you are in garbage keep digging".*

In the midst of the garbage I recalled what this young prophet had said and i told my companion of this seemingly profound axiom. We began chanting it and very soon we recahed the bottom of the pile. The garbage was essentially a large vat contained by 4 walls that descended down for hundreds of miles. I did not know where the garbage actually began, only where it ended. I felt my feet dangeling out into the air as my body slid through the rest of the slimey garbage making a thick waterey that resembled that sound of a tounge clicking against a cheek. Finally my head exited through the muck and I dropped about 10 feet into a dull and dark halway. I remember landing with an umph on the hardwood floors.My companion was thankful to be out of the mess and I reminded him to be quiet as there were clowns all around us.

We managed to exit the eerie hallway and make our way into another large hallway swarming with clowns of all sorts. The first type i remember was opening a door in the hallway and seeing a tall and slim woman clown reading a book to a group of young clowns sitting criss crossed on the floor. She stared at me with a deceptive hate in her eyes. The actual seblance of the clown is hard to describe because their heads seemed hollographic, Meaning they switched between the face of a human and that of a clown.

'" come on lets go!" I yelled to my companion. We sprinted down the long hallway slapping and punching the clowns that we passed by. The hallway was full of twists and turns and at every corner we would run into a clown that seemed to be busy working doing things like carrying lots of paper work or drinking a cup of coffe.*

Soon i began to sense we were near my friends as I had multiple flashbacks of them crying out to us from the barracades. we ran through the hall way shoving our way pst multiple clowns until we bursed through a door and found ourselves in a large room filled with hundred of angry clowns. I looked around and noticed one of the barracades. I made a run for it with my commrad right behind me and dove over the barracade into the safety of my friends. "Thank God your here" they said.*

Then I woke up.


Feels like an epic dream that i should write a creative ending for.

When I had enetered the dream state, i happened to be in another morph of the appartment that i live in right now and the house that i had lived in. in this dream, however, the space around me seemed to feel so claustrophoic and enclosing on my body. my whole dads side of the family was in the structure, and it was night-time. however, all of knew that something bad was about to happen, or something was coming to get us. i assume that it was a demon or something that has a dark entity like a demon. Well, in order to protect ourselves from the future terror, we started moving furniture around. the kind of furniture that remains stagnent after you place it in a given location. so, i had already moved the coffee tables and other tables that was taking up space into a storage closet. the last thing that i remember moving was an electrical fan. i tried to place the fan inside the closet, but somehow the fan didnt fit and i could feel my family members anxiety level raising as the time grew closer for a demon-esque figure to arrive. (and this was taking place all near the front door). since i could get the fan to fit i just decided to carry it around with me. even though it was almost as big as i was (which is around 5'10'') i still didnt feel any weight from it. i was trying to gain my dads attention that i have the fan on my arms, but no one - even him- would pay attention because everyone was in such a frenzy. the next scene goes to he foyer, or a dining room and i se that my cousin is wearing the same pajama pants as me, which is a dark plaid with pink stripes. and i see a grande table in the middle of the room and i have to walk around it. next, i am back in the living room and then the scene changes to a scene from the lion king, but it isnt a scene that was in the movie, just the characters. the 2 main lions were there and simba was graying as he was walking down a canyon like trail and zazu was flying next to him. ( i thiink this was a very skinny version of pride rock) anyways, rafiki was waiting at the end of the passage, and off in a corner simbas father was watching him walk.

Last night, I dreamed of looking at a digital clock. It said something like 27:89. As soon as I was about to do a RC to verify, I woke up.

There wasn't a rush of excitement, or any emotion at all, and I woke up too abruptly to try and stabilize the dream. Very frustrating.


Usually, I discover that I'm entering a dream WAY too early (I wake up abruptly and remember hearing music and/or people talking), and the rush of emotion (not sure which emotion for some reason) is enough to INSTANTLY wake me up. This case was different. I was absolutely emotionless, yet I woke up as soon as I moved my dream hand (I was about to do the nose-plug RC). I didn't move my real hand, so that can't be what woke me up. I think this dream occurred merely to taunt me.

Lots of dream fragments and one full dream recalled:

The fragmented dreams were imagery from a conversation I had with a friend earlier in the day. My mind played back bits and pieces throughout the night. Which makes sense as it was the last real conversation I had before bed.

Some time after 3am I dreamt of a beautiful, lush, green valley with blue lakes and perfect houses / communities. Some of the citizens were being interviewed about the effects of greed on the environment. Wealthier people were using up the resources while the less wealthy suffered.

Three old white guys were talking about the good ol' days before the nonsense started.

Then there was an elderly lady pacing in front of her home. She was distraught, drinking and a little confused. She was losing her house. And the authorities came to get her. She had an adult son inside who was out of work.

Interestingly enough...everyone seemed wealthy. Large homes and idyllic setting but they were troubled.

I know this happened in "dream" Montana because the old guys kept saying so.

#Dream 1
I am at my old neighbour and we are playing Metroid Prime 2. The Levels look differnt, but there is one I remember and that's from an older dream. After that we are playing some dream version of NSMB Wii.

#Dream 2
I'm in my family's house and they tell me that there is a ghost in the house. I don't believe them so I go searching for said ghost. While there are some bizzare events (things are moving and the house doesn't look quite right) I conclude that there is no ghost in the house and go outside. Some kids are playing, but they seem a bit nervous. I ask them why they are so nervous and they tell me it's because something is coming fromt the forest. I go in the forest and discover a group of people. They are discussing something. One repeatedly says that they shouldn't use a flail.

#Dream 3
Fragment of a dream where I'm in front of a small church with my friends.

#Dream 4
This is a dream I know I've had, but my brain refuses to give me any information (Maybe filled in later).

I think I would waste a lot of time trying to name my dreams, so I probably won't do it. Will just date entries as is.. I have a separate dream journal offline (an actual journal) but then I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep a record online too just for funsies.

So I had two dreams that I remember... or two interconnected dreams. It's a bit fuzzy because during the dream I felt they were connected. Still trying to do the lucid dream exercises but there's not enough time to sleep and still do what I want during the day. Looking back at these dreams makes me realize there were MANY points, marked by asterisks, during the dreams when I should have realized that it was a dream... but nonetheless, you'll see why -

So for the first dream that I remembered, I had been sleeping over at my aunt's house with a few nameless and faceless cousins of mine* and she was living with a a boyfriend*, Adam Levine* (yes, the singer), and ironically he didn't go by that name - Lik Levine*, and she went by Something Eh*. They didn't have kids, they weren't all that affectionate with each other, and their house was really weird. They owned an apartment building as a house and so when a friend* and I went to the roof to hang out, the building started tilting and it would be hard for me to maintain my balance*. Then the boyfriend came out and started talking to us about something and then next dream!

I was squeezed in a small car with a bunch of friends and we were going on some kind of road trip. We had been staying at this old couple's house and frankly, they were getting a bit too creepy for us so we decided to leave. When I was going to leave, I realized I didn't have my shoes on and apparently spent half an hour looking for my shoes because there were a bunch others that were my size and looked similar*. Apparently during the road trip to that couple's house, I had been sitting on the driver's window (a really weird place to sit) and so after we decided to leave, I had to squeeze in because we got a bunch of food and had to leave some behind (like a crate full?).. well, then we stopped by a fried ice cream shop and got onto this automatic shop cart and tried to talk the ladies into frying our eggrolls.

It... was a crazy dream and that should have easily become a lucid dream but somehow it didn't. Too many crazy things happen to me during the day and it's hard to tell the difference. :[

So I went to sleep very late last night. Despite being way tired it was difficult to fall asleep. My mind was not racing like it sometimes does when I have trouble sleeping, but something wouldn't allow me to fall asleep easily.

So...no lucidity. Dream fragments a plenty but nothing lucid.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I dreamed that all people are vessels filled with energy,like a liquid, that can be either good or bad. In my dream a person was beingpoured out, emptied, of all their bad liquid. The waxy liquid was being pouredinto a large iron cauldron, the kind one might see in a steel mill. The man incharge of this looked like a sweaty Jeremy Irons, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]People aren’t always filled with bad liquid, but when itdoes fill someone up it needs to be poured out. Being poured involves beingsevered in half at the waistline, lifted by the torso over the iron vat andemptied of the bad material. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never did get to see someone reintegrated.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream #2 - [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was trying to tie my shoes and I couldn't get my hand to make the loop. I kept trying to slow down and do it right but the more I tried the more frustrated I became. Ultimately I gave up and went looking for my sandals but the dream shifted and I never put anything on my feet. I walked through some hotel that wasn't familiar and went behind the front desk to use the phone in the bathroom, and it was wet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream #3 - [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hated something yellow, and wanted it to be blue. No clue what it was. I don't even know who I was arguing about it with. I was in a room with bumpy wooden walls, like they were made out of the bamboo screens that shield the front windows from the sun. They were dirty walls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went to the grocery store to buy bananas for my office manager. The grocery store, usually a large H.E.B., is located down the street and surrounded by old, wood-frame houses. Instead of sliding doors a long metal gate blocks the entrance and somehow manages to keep the cold air in as well. It swings with a creaking noise that makes the people in line cringe and cover their ears. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down and see there are fire ants near my shoes and I move to avoid them, but they keep coming closer and closer. When I turn around I see a couple on my pants and brush them off frantically. I then see one on my arm and I'm scared of it and it starts to turn bigger.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]

game
TV?
lost a cat

grand stag

I was looking in the fish tank at the side of my bed and there was a strange fish in there. It was the same shape as a Pirannah, only coloured like a neon tetra. It looked pretty worse for wear, the other occupants of the tank seemed to have been slowly chewing its tail off.

It looked distinctly battered and was swimming funny. I remember I fed it weird blue fish flakes, it kept eating it and I fed it again but it didn't get better straight away, which was what I expected

I read a book yesterday called A Touch Mortal, and while it wasn't a particularly great book, the dark atmosphere gave me some pretty cool dreams I just wish I was able to remember them better. First one's in a spoiler tag because I realize it probably gets a bit graphic in the blood and guts department.

Spoiler for Dream One:

Dream One: the dream was set inside a house with a bunch of people. Apparently something had happened and there was no power and no food. I think there might have been a flood as well, but I can't be 100% sure about that. I was responsible for protecting the people of the house and keeping things together. I instructed a tall guy with long dark hair to gather a group of people and take them out to search the houses around us for food. I'm not sure what killed off most of the population (maybe vampires?), but in the dream it was understood that just about everyone had died and no one was in any of the other houses in town. But, it was also understood that we needed to keep a low profile because something was after us, that's why were were grouped together. Safety in numbers. The group leaves to find food, and i check out store in the pantry. I notice we have plenty of food already, but I wonder what's going to happen in the future when all the food that can be scavenged is either gone or expired and there are no factories to make new food. We'd have to grow our own, and I had no idea how much land we'd need to grow enough food to feed us all, and how to preserve it to last year long. While I'm wondering about this, a kind comes running in and says the scavengers were attacked. I rush outside, and there are vampires attacking the group outside. There are probably ten or fifteen vampires, and they all look about the same. They have grey skin that sticks to their bones and sags like skinny elderly people, their hair is dark brown, and shoulder length. there's no telling if they're male or female, they could have passed for both. They have this wicked long teeth that make me wonder how they can even close their mouths. They aren't your pretty Ann Rice or Twilight vampires, there's no mistaking these things for humans the way they're faces are... I'd say they were a combination of Buffy the Vampire Slayer vamps and the Chiropteran from Blood +. The scavengers fall to the ground, blood pooling all around them. Two of the vampires grab each of my arms and rip into my wrists. I feel the skin ripped from them, and watch as blood sprays out like in a Kill Bill movie. I stare at my left arm in horror as I feel light headed and sink to my knees. Then I realize something. The whole world is dead, but I'm still alive. We're still alive... I should be dead by now with all the blood I've lost, but I'm not. Then I think there's got to be a reason why I can't die, and then I just know I'm immortal, I can't die or I would have by now. (duh, I'm dreaming! But I totally missed this chance to be lucid) I fight the lightheadedness and grab the nearest stick I can find and stand up. I yell out to the other scavengers that if they're still alive, then it must be because we can not die. I tell them that I know it hurts, but stand up and fight with me to protect those inside. I lunge at a vampire with the stick and drive it through his chest with inhuman strength. The stick and my hand go all the way through, and then I pull them back out to catch a vampire that's coming up from behind me. The stick breaks in half on the second impact. I use my other hand to grab the half of the stick that broke off inside the second vamp and pull it out. Just then a third one jumps me, and knocks me down. I don't fight it, I let it tear into my throat as I reach my arms around behind it and stab it with both sticks from behind. It goes limp on top of me, and I toss it off. I reach up and feel my neck in shreds, and marvel at how it doesn't hurt and I and still alive, then I look around and see my five scavengers standing up bloody, but healing quickly enough now that the fight is over that I can see the wounds closing up. Pretty cool! We take the food inside, and start to sort through it and put it away, then someone mentions needing a shower. I wonder how we're going to manage that with no power, but then I come up with a crazy idea. I tell them they will have to go back out and get as many gallons of water as they can from the nearest grocery store. I also tell them to get some funnels. I plan to make a shower by poking holes in the bottom of a plastic bottle hanging in a tree, and pouring water into it, letting the water drip down like a shower. I also think that we can set the extra gallons of water outside when it rains with the funnels in them to catch the rain and give us a good reserve. I'm really proud of this idea and my resourcefulness in the dream, and go outside to marvel at how much easier the situation seems now, and how much less scary the world looks with a plan. I see a ladder to my left, and look up. There's a gnome on the roof. wearing a handy man uniform. He tells me that our roof needs to be repaired because it has some sort of moss growing on it. I think, "great, more problems!" and then I wake up, lol.

That dream was partially influenced by the book, as there are people in the book called "Siders" who are immortal... but no vamps or end of the world

Dream Two (Fragment): There's a man who's an evil angel. He's trying to convince a bunch of people that he's a good guy and they should follow him and worship him. I know he's wrong, and I know he's the evil one, because I know a good angel in the dream. In the dream I point out that he's evil, and he tells me to prove it, so I tell some story about how when he came to earth he needed a favor, and the cost of having that favor granted was being split into two halves. Then I point out how he and the good angel look exactly alike, because they are the same angel, split into his good half and his bad half. At this revelation, they combine, and instead of having a good angel and a bad angel, there is now an angel who knows right from wrong, but has the emotion to do wrong to protect those he loves. I hug the angel, happy he's back to normal, then wake up. The good angel/bad angel thing definitely came from the book I had read, lol

Dream Three (Fragment):I'm going to Animazement with my best friend. She comes to my house, and rushes me out. Suddenly we're in the car and she's asking me if we're staying in a hotel or a house. I tell her we're staying in a hotel with two rooms, and then we're there! We put our things in our room, and then decide to go to the rave (which is what they call their dance to make it sound cooler, LOL) but I realize that I have forgotten to pack clothes to wear! I've only got extra underwear and two extra shirts.

5/5 - There was a man walking up concrete stairs to the subway platform above. I was behind him when a quiet commotion broke out on the platform. A veteran (looked Ethiopian/Eritrean) was being arrested by a some kind of swat team. As he was being hustled away the man in front of me turned and said, "What do you expect. Wasn't no outside/inside internet."

That makes no sense. But in the dream I understood it to mean something like.....
"The Internet was an inside job" - which only makes slightly more sense. But not much. Somehow the guy did something to the entire Internet.

#1
My brother and I were in a small block of houses with a woman with short blonde hair who was apparently our friend. Her house was being terrorized by a strange black monster and so we were trying to get all of her stuff out. My brother and I ran in to grab the last of her bags and I saw the monster on the stairs above us. I yelled at my brother to run and we took off.

#2
We were all out in the street. I walked up to the blonde woman with a portly looking man dressed as a security guard.

“Here’s your monster”, I laughed.

“Hi Jack”, said the woman carelessly.