dream fragment

The first dream was interesting, something i would add to my books.
I saw through the eyes of a tall man, he listened quietly to nearby gossip pertaining to a murder that happened at the local tavern. A man was shot six times, five in the heart and once in between the eyes, each perfect shots. the five bullets went into the same place, and the one in between his eyes was exact in the middle. I don't know who i was seeing through next, but i was cleaning up said murder, the body already gone i was taking care of the blood and helping take away the bullets. which happened to look like my key-chain bullet.
i couldn't remember anything that happened before this dream, i remember vaguely that something happened, but i can't put my finger on it.
The second dream terrified me.
It left me with a scary since of Déjà vu. It felt like i wasn't dreaming at all. I was resting peacefully when i felt something, laggy from sleep i didn't move, i just listened. Suddenly, something made a noise and it moved across my shoulders like some creature. I was so scared i couldn't move out of fear. all i could think of was the snacking sound it made, like something eating the air. I attempted to move, my legs wouldn't and one arm was under my chest. my heart was beating in my throat out of fear. My shoulders were under the creature as the snacking sound continued, only my right arm could move. I slowly moved for what seemed minutes out of agony and fear. I distracted myself briefly with the gun scene and the six bullets, and that it would be great for a moment in my book. I felt a wool like fabric and then soft skin. I reached for what i touched out of a sudden burst of anger, it was gone.
Unsure if i was dreaming or not i looked around my room, nothing was out of place. Not wanting to see if the creature was still around before i attempted to sleep again i hunted for it. My heart beat constantly through my chest. Satisfied that it wasn't there and it was just a dream i laid back down. unable to sleep i wrote this down in my Dream Book. Then out of annoyance i went online hoping someone could tell me what this is. I decided to call the creature a Bed Bug.

01/09/2012
Dream Fragment One
I was boarding a train, but I can't remember where I was supposed to be going. What I did come to find out was that I'd gotten onto the wrong, and the one I was on was heading 'non-stopped' to Australia (which made perfect sense. ). I began to panic a bit, thinking that I was going to be stuck on this train for God knows how long. But, not too far from where we'd boarded, we came to another station, where I was able to hop onto a different train and head back the other way. For some reason (probably because I didn't have a ticket for this new train), I had to share an 'undercarriage' beneath the train - which had about as much room as the space beneath an 18-wheeler's trailer. There were a few other people down there, and we were holding on for dear life, to the small planks that separated us from the train tracks which were whizzing by, beneath us. With the way we had to hold onto the planks, I kept getting nervous that my fingers were going to get caught in the wheels and severed.

Dream Two
"Two Left Feet"

I remember being in an apartment complex type of setting. There were a few women there, who were around my age, and a couple of little kids that were running around the area. I was having a lot of fun, playing with the kids, and this one girl - in particular - was really checking me out. She seemed to be watching how I interacted with the kids, and by the huge smile on her face, I could see that she approved. Later, I was at a nightclub and saw her in the crowd. When she noticed me, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dancefloor, just as "Ice Ice Baby" came on. We just laughed at how corny the song selection was and danced to it, anyway.

While we were dancing, I kept having problems because it seemed like random things were just cluttering up the dancefloor, and I kept stepping on them. First it was a broom, that had hap-hazzardly made its way onto the floor. Then, once I was able to navigate clumsily around that, I somehow got my foot stuck into a pillow case. What had once been an attempt to dance now simply turned into me trying to get the damned pillowcase off of my foot, to no avail.

01/10/2012
"Illusionista"

There was a crazy alien invasion scenario going on. (Unfortunately, I lost most of the details of the dream.) It was all very intense, and dramatic, with lots of emotional moments between myself and my friends and family. I don't remember too much about the nature of the aliens, themselves, aside from their larval form; they were these small, centipede-like bugs that would burrow into our skin, wherein they would multiply and eventually take over the person's mind, which them became the 'host'. There was an extremely horrific scene in which some of us - myself included - were forced to take knives to our own bodies and cut these parasites out of our flesh (much like in the movie The Ruins), to keep from becoming completely controlled.

Sometime later, I also remember an extremely emotional moment, when I was with my mom, and we were trying to get out of town as the aliens were destroying everything. We were looking back toward the city, and watching an enormous mushroom cloud swell up from where we'd once called home. My mom was sobbing at all we'd lost, and I was trying to console her.

Later, still, we'd come to find out that the entire scenario was an illusion. It was forced upon us by some crazy powerful witch, or something. I can't remember how we'd done it, but we were able to defeat her, and got her locked up in an asylum for the criminally insane. She was being wheeled away on a gurney, and, once she got passed a certain point - and deeper within the bowels of the asylum, she broke free and tried to launch some sort of counter-attack from the inside. She transformed, showing us her true figure, which was human from the torso up, but had the enormous abdomen of an insect. We'd gotten into a final battle, down in a dungeon-esque corner of the building, and were able to inject her with something from a syringe, which made her inhuman abdomen swell up even bigger than it was. Inevitably, it burst, splattering a thick, translucent liquid all over us and the room. After that, though she was still alive, the witch was apparently unable to continue her fight.

12/14/2011
Fragment
I don't remember much besides making some kind of life or death deal with someone at a fast food drive-thru, driving an old muscle car with a TV in it (watching Deathproof), and demanding that my kid go to bed while she kept pestering me because she wanted to stay up and play Skyrim all night.

12/18/2011
Fragment
I had met a girl who had been severely injured near my home, and I brought her in to try and help nurse her a bit. While we were there, I'd come into contact with some other girl who had recently died and was haunting my house (which wasn't my waking world house, btw). At first, I was the only person who could see the ghost, and I didn't know whether to bring it up or not, but then the other girl started to see the female ghost too. She would show up in mirrors and reflections in windows and whatnot. The girl I was helping began to think she was going insane, even though I told her I could see the ghost as well.

12/20/2011
Fragment One
I was test driving a Dodge Viper on a quarter mile track, and the one thing I really remember is getting down to the end of the track and pulling the e-brake, slinging the back end around in a pretty awesome 180.

Fragment Two
My friend and co-worker MJ stayed at work later than she usually does, and we got to hang out for a little while longer than normal. It was nice.



12/21/2011
Fragment One
Something about using hamsters and weapons. I think it was kind of a Wanted scenario, where we strapped bombs to them or something, in order to use them to infiltrate some sort of facility. I don't really know for certain, though.


Fragment Two
I was apparently living at T's place, and had gotten into some kind of argument with his dad, who was implying that I shouldn't be living with them anymore, and looking for a place to live, myself, instead. Fed up with his words, I decided to pack my crap and leave. I ended up moving into some strange aircraft/helicopter thing with 3 women. It kind of looked like the 'Bunny-faced' mobile suit from the movie Sucker Punch, but with props and more room inside. The last thing I remember is being in the cockpit of this aircraft (which looked like an office interior), and having a conversation with them about something.



12/25/2011
Fragment
I was talking with Auron about the hip hop group Smif 'n Wesson. Of the two group members, he said that Tek sucks, and that he was 'mad at' Steele, for some reason, but I didn't even really know what he meant by that, because he wouldn't explain why. He was also testing out some racing video game, during our conversation, and he was racing a 'ghost car' - which is a phantom car that tracks the best time for the track and saves the data. After some time, though, we'd come to figure out that the 'ghost car' was actually being controlled by the invisible ghost of a young girl, who was sitting in the room with us, manipulating the 2nd player controller.

I don't remember anything else, though.

12/11/2011
Dream Fragment One
I was lucid, from my earliest memory of this dream, riding down the highway in a ridiculously fast sports car. I was in the passenger seat, and my cute Puerto Rican friend AR was sitting on my lap, while her friend was driving. AR and I began to fool around, and slipped one hand down the front of her pants, rubbing her chest with the other, and kissing the side of her neck. We were all just completely having a blast. The more I would massage AR's erogenous zones, the faster her friend would push the car, until the sound of AR's moaning was revving right along with the engine, as was the grinding of her ass against my lap. It was probably one of the most fun lucid moments I've had, and just insanely hot. She'd throw her head back and over my shoulder, every now and then, calling out while her friend would watch us out of the corner of her eye, laughing.

It was amazing. Lol.


Dream Two
"Make-shift Assassin"

I was searching through some house; again, already lucid. Walking into one room, I noticed a vase with a head and face on it. The more I walked passed it, the more that I noticed that the face was apparently alive, and eerily smiling ever wider, as it watched me move across the room. Near the vase was a mirror, which I started into for a while, noticing the way that the furniture in the room had moved, which didn't seem to match what an actual mirror should show.

Eventually, I walked through the mirror and ended up in a different scenario. I was running assassin/theif missions with someone else, and we were both dressed as ninjas. I don't remember much of the transition into the scenario, but I was still lucid and completely enjoying the story, so I continued to play along. We did some amazing parkour across rooftops, and I would occasionally phase through the doors and walls of the buildings. There was one moment I vaguely remember, after I'd lost lucidity, where we'd gone to the house of a particular mark. After spending some time looking through the mark's personal belongings, we were found out, and I was able to escape a second story window before my partner was. While hanging on a ledge, outside of the room, I watched while the mark's posse came in and caught my partner, though I knew that I could not give away my position.

12/12/2011
"Losing My Best Friend"

There was a massive skydive training function / party going on, involving hundreds of people. My very first jump was to be a base jump off of a tall cliff or ledge. Not to prove myself timid, I did a back flip off of the ledge, but what once seemed to be a jump of a few hundred feet turned out to last a fraction of a second, and I couldn't even finish my rotation. It felt like I tried to do a back flip off of a coffee table. Not having nearly enough rotation to complete the flip, I ended up face-planting on the ground - no pain or anything, but it was embarrassing as hell.

After picking myself up, I went around the grounds of this festival and mingled for a bit. A lot of my old friends were there, including my best friend Todd. Soon, my second jump had come up, and Todd and I were now jumping from a plane, simultaneously. In the middle of these festival grounds was a huge cave that went straight down into the Earth. It was basically an enormous hole in the ground, that people were partying around, down below us. (Something like This, but maybe not as sheer on the sides.) Todd and I had no intentions of landing in or around this hole, but we ended up traveling off course and headed in that direction. Unable to avoid it, I crashed against one side of the cylindrical wall, just a few feet from the top, on a ledge just barely big enough to hold me in a standing position. Todd dropped a little further down, and landed on a small protrusion of rock on the opposite side of the expansive cavern, on his stomach, with his head nearly hanging over the edge and facing down into the void.

I barely had three inches to spare, on the tiny ledge that was holding my feet above a deadly fall. The more I tried to climb out, the more the lightly packed wall of earth began to give way in my hands. Looking back across the gap at Todd, I could see that he was having trouble keeping his position, and his body was naturally beginning to slide down closer to the lip of the ledge he was on. His eyes screamed the extreme fear that his mouth would not, and the more he attempted to inch himself away from the ledge, the more the ledge began to give way. I could tell that it wouldn't be long before it completely failed him. I yelled his name, trying as desperately as I could to climb up from off of my ledge. It seemed impossible, though. Every time I tried to climb out, my hold would give way, and I would put myself in danger of falling to my death as well, but I could see that Todd was running out of time.

Finally, the last bit of solid ground he had gave way, and I watched him slide forward, his body diving, head first, off of the tiny ledge, and down into the hole - which might as well have been bottomless, from as far down as I was able to see. I lost sight of him withing just a few moments, but then I heard that horrible Crash from down below. It hit with such force that I knew, instantly, no one could have possibly survived. I think I called out for him one more time, and - not really giving a damn about my own safety anymore - I scrambled up and out of the cave, somehow pulling myself up onto the ledge and level ground, along with the scores of other people who had been watching the whole ordeal.

I ran around the rim of the cavern to where he once was. On the way over, I came across some drunken idiot who was laughing at the situation (while everyone else was quite visibly stunned). For the shortest moment, I almost got into a fight with this jackass. He said that he thought it was funny because Todd was 'just some random dude' and was 'nothing special'. Right. This was not his best friend we were talking about. Fuming, but still overcome with concern, I continued running around to the other side of the hole, knowing in my heart that no one could have survived that fall. Almost to the railing, where everyone else was staring down into the hole, I began pushing my way through the crowd. Suddenly, I was blocked by T's mom (whom I love dearly). She ran toward me, crying her eyes out, and threw her arms around me. She had seen the whole thing from an angle that I had not, and I could tell by her reaction that I had been right, and my best friend in the world was dead.

(This was the absolute worst dream I have had in a very long time. I woke up feeling absolutely horrible. Todd has been in Australia for the past year, and I called him a few times after hearing this dream, just to hear is voice. Wasn't able to get in touch with him until a few days after this dream, though. It was pretty rough. )

12/13/2011
Fragment
All I remember is that I dove into a large, rock-filled lagoon with some friends, and began swimming down into a huge hole (much like the one in the previous dream, but in the water instead of on land). Apparently, we could all breathe underwater, because we just kept swimming further and further down. Eventually, what was a tunnel opened up into a seemingly-boundless cavern of sorts. We began to see lights and over-sized mechanisms like cogs and chains surrounding us. We had swam down into what turned out to be an underwater civilization, reminiscent of what some might depict Atlantis to be - domed buildings and rock-set architecture. Never got a chance to associate with any of the locals, though.

12/10/2011
Dream One
"Bouncer Housed"

I feel that I can only remember a small portion of this dream. There were many occasions where I kept trying to find lucidity, but I would only get to the point of figuring that 'something was strange.' Finally, I was able to levitate some objects (though I can't remember what they were), and convinced myself that I was dreaming. I'd been driving around, at one point, and remember phasing through the roof of a moving car. Most of this was lost in memory, though.

What I remember the most, is one moment when I was apparently in some type of nightclub. I had gotten into an altercation with a bouncer, and we were squaring off against each other. The thing about this bouncer, though, is that he was practically a giant. He stood no less than 9ft tall, and was easily tipping over 500lbs - not your everyday 'tough guy.' I was already lucid at this time, though, and I was just talking all kinds of shit to this guy. I don't remember exactly what I was saying, but I was pretty much just warning the guy not to press his luck, because this was my dream, and it could easily destroy him, if I wanted to. For a few moments, he stood his ground, but after a while, he seemed to just think I was out of my mind for fucking with someone as large as he was. After a short while of barking back and forth at each other, the bouncer finally said something along the lines of: "Dude, you're fucking crazy..." turned around and walked away. It was an obvious gesture of pity, because he figured that he would pummel me into the ground, if he'd allowed himself to lose control. I knew otherwise.

When I looked back at my friends, everyone was staring me in complete awe. They told me that they'd never seen me take on such a challenge, head-on. It was actually kind of shocking. The awkwardness of it felt so real that I began to lose lucidity. I started questioning whether or not this was a dream, and became somewhat startled at the idea that I might have just told that enormous bouncer off, the way I did. (The fact that he was probably 9 ft tall stuck with me as 'something that was strange', but it was no longer something that registered enough to keep my lucidity.)


Dream Fragment Two
All I really remember is something about my dad sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor.


Dream Three
"Gush Hour"

I was on a boat, and there was some kind of battle going on.

I'd been with T, and his Jeep (which apparently had the ability to float in water) was bobbing along behind the stationary vessel - our getaway vehicle. During a scramble, I had safely bailed out of the boat, and crawled back into the floating Jeep. Once inside, I stared anxiously through the windshield, waiting for Todd to emerge so we could get the hell out of there. Instead, there was a large disruption (which might have been an explosion, but I really don't know), and the Jeep was suddenly rocked by a large wave. Not being strapped in, I found myself being tossed around, inside the vehicle, while water poured in from all sides, through the open windows. The Jeep was swept back onto land, though the wave itself never really seemed to end. It was just a continuous surge of water, which pushed the Jeep through the city streets, blanketing the coast and quickly rolling its way into Central Florida. Before I knew it, I was being pushed down State Road 436, which is nearly 50 miles from any coastline, and dead in the center of town.

Inside the Jeep, I was practically drowning. The tidal wave kept the vehicle flipping and rolling through the streets, still dumping water in through the windows, and completely overwhelming me. It was almost completely filled, at this point, and I knew I couldn't take anymore. Somehow, I knew that my family was at a nearby store, and the flood would be pushing me past it, soon. As a last ditch effort - coming up along this familiar intersection - I threw myself at the door and burst out of the Jeep. The water level was just around 3 feet deep now, but it was still pushing the Jeep along the roadway, as if the Jeep was completely weightless in the current. When I spilled out of the doorway, I rolled helplessly on the concrete for a few feet, and lurched to a stop with both hands on the curb, choking and coughing up the water that I'd carried with me, all the way from the Eastern coast.

In a matter of seconds, my mom and a few other family members were at my side, tending to me as I continued to gasp for air. It took me a moment to even acknowledge that they were there, but, in a fit of perfect comedic timing - and between labored breaths - I looked up at my mom and said "...You know it's flooding up there?" and I pointed down the street, from where the ocean had just spit me out into the streets. Everybody laughed.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Had a beautiful dream in which I met my Dream Guide. I was lucid and she was silent as usual. We were on the beach and she just moved her hands in the air, like painting a canvas and the air and the clouds smudged and made beautiful ethereal drawings in front of my eyes.
I tried to do the same thing and I moved my hands in a way that made the sand dance. I envisioned a Buddha and the sand obbeyed my hands and sculpted itself into a solid Buddha sitting on a throne. When completed, the sand sculpture slowly started to transform into gold with incrusted jewels. I noticed that the throne was in fact a 3D mandala on top of which was the Buddha. He was part of it and also beyond it.

Dream recall has been woeful over the last few days, and I've had nothing to write in here, but finally I remembered a bit of last night's dream (though there wasn't much significant about it).
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27/1/12
[This night was following a big clubbing night out, which explains the first half.] I am in my uni flat with the girls that I usually go out with and we've just got back from a club, discussing going out the following night as well. Over time, everyone in the nearby blocks of flats pulls out for various reasons. I see one girl I know quite well tucking the rest of her flat into bed, and saying that they're 'not allowed' to go out Saturday [I always saw her as a bit of a mother-figure].

Later, I'm in a computer room back at school, and I've just finished my work. I am reluctantly convinced by my old rugby coach to go to the lunchtime training session, which involves the whole team running on treadmills in a line, passing the ball to each other, which seemed a lot more normal in my dream than it does looking back at it.

This dream appeared to be a compilation of random memories. Yet, it seemed to fit together well.

At a hotel, the scene appeared rather sepia. I was standing atop something, dropping aerodynamic paper helicopters as part of some experiement.

Later, I was applying bug spray to myself, at a cave park that I previously visited in Eastern Ontario. The spray then became lotion, and it smelled of DEET, mixed with mint, which someone noticed. Perhaps the smell was another facade.

Soon, the scene merged somehow smoothly so that I was at my computer screen, which had an odd colour, resembling jelly in another facade. I soon wake up to the sound of my 8:15 alarm.

I get up, and turn off the alarm, heading back to sleep on this early morning day. A notable lack of woman, my dream had.

After some dream, I wake up - this would have been a WILD if not for the dream in between. At my cupboard of computer stuff in my computer bedroom, the digital clock was on the left side, when it was usually on the right. My computer was on the right side rather than the left, and for some reason it had a computer tower at the corner instead of being a rull laptop. I press the button, and turn off the computer. The tables start shaking, but it doesn't seem to be an earthquake.

Suddenly, the digital clock slides off the cupboard, although there seem to be no papers nearby, and falls onto the table below - SPLAT. I then ask my dad what that shaking might be.

Waking up for real again, I notice the shaking comes from a washing machine downstairs. So then, I fall asleep.

Somehow, I am still at my computer, browsing Facebook. A close friend of mine uploaded a song onto my Wall, which had not yet become a Timeline, as requested by January 31. A blurry, beige, bluish sepia scene was the thumbnail music video.

This was apparently a heavy metal rock song, created by my friends' basement band a few days ago. Its title was "i'm not gay". The subtitle: Few talk about the title. Another friend who I recently added and was a guitarist, liked the video.

Surely there would be comments on a video of this sort on a site like youtube, but there were none confronting the title, only one congratulating the uploader. The green like bar reached 1 like on the video itself.

Another friend had posted a status, initials RM, in the ticker tape on the right-top of the screen. His profile picture was someone drumming, but it was actually a close-up of the socks on top of the bass kickpedal, which was weird. Even weirder, the status said: It always rains when I'm looking at the screen.

Even weirder still, I woke up. Looking outside, the roof was white, and it was snowing, not raining, which was a pleasant thing to see.

Logic does not begin or end with fag - logic begins at hello.

[B]1.[/B] Potentially at grandmother's home again. Step outside to my out-of-place, previous apartment's balcony and have a seat on the out-of-place futon. A cousin is there. Like me, she's going through a breakup. She's taking it much harder than I am, though. I let her in on my own troubles, which sort of comforts her.

We're drinking tea which later morphs to coffee. Twilight is just setting in and we're looking out to the skies, over a lake that is now there (possibly, can't recall). I thought I caught sight of a plane, but it was a comet. Just as I'm opening my mouth to tell her, I see another! I direct her vision to where I'm looking and I see a handful more that minute. She finally sees a few. I see more and more, all moving toward one spot in space. I'm surprised I could see any, since it's not completely dark outside. I see about 15 in total and think to make a collective wish... but draw a blank.

I turn around to go back inside. Sliding the door open for her, I notice she's on the other side of the railing. She makes her way around to the right side of the balcony. I wonder if she'll jump. Instead, a steel ladder appears and she makes her way down to the basement, coffee cup in hand.

Hooch (FRAG)

I dreamed that me and my roomie and a couple of others were in my room (not really my room but it was in my dream). Security came in and told us that they knew that we were making hooch and that whoever gave it to them would have immunity. My roomie got it for them and I got in a lot of trouble.

First of all, hello! I can't promise anybody, including myself, that I'll post my dreams every day... first, sometimes I don't have time. Second, sometimes I don't remember them. And third, I'm one lazy guy.

But here's what happened yesterday in the afternoon (27/01/2012):

I was sleeping, dreaming about Glee, when I woke up. Not a big deal, right? I went to my bathroom and my girlfriend was there, I talked to her for a bit. Then I went back to my bedroom and noticed that there was something weird with me. I looked at the mirror and kept seeing people walking by me. I freaked out, tried to pinch myself, but nothing was working. After that, I woke up. I was afraid of being ANOTHER false awakening, so I took lots of papers with numbers and started checking them. They were okay, so I was relieved. I went to the bathroom, I told my girlfriend what had happened and then I noticed my dog inside a bird's cage. I took him out of there and, again, I looked at the mirror. I could see myself, but I was turning my head, like the girl from The Exorcist. Once more, I freaked out. After some time, I managed to wake up.

Anyway... I hope to bring back some better news tomorrow! Wish me sweet, lucid dreams!

I was at our local town park on top of the hill that overlooks it. There were a few kids on the baseball field right at the base of the hill making a jump out of snow. They made it leading up to the pitcher's mound from home plate. One of them was on a snowboard standing over home plate with a bungee cord in his hand. It through him forward and he hit the jump going over the pitchers mound. The others clapped a little bit and walked towards him. Me, along with a few friends who were with me walked down to see exactly what they were doing.

When we got down there the dream skipped to a point where me and both of my friends were standing in the outfield. The other kids who were already there were in the infield and one of them threw a baseball to the kid who had just hit the jump. He picked up his snowboard and hit the ball with it, sending it flying over the fence. He walked around the bases casually trying not to make it seem like a big deal. Then, for some reason, I turned to my friend who was lying on the ground. He then proceeded to levitate a few inches off the ground and just sat there.

"Why don't you try spinning?" I said. At this point I didn't see anything out of the ordinary and just thought of it as an every day occurence (stupid me ). "Okay," He said and he then started to spin around in a circle. This is all I can really remember and I think I woke up shortly afterwards.



(I can't tell is this actually happened or was a dream, lol, but I figured I might as well post it too) I was on the chairlift at out local ski hill and saw somebody flying down the main head wall on the trail. He went over a large roller (mount of snow) and just kept going, not doing anything fancy. Then, he hit another roller and went flying, about 15 feet in the air and landed straight to flat. He absorbed the shock as much as he could and his back hand punched into the ground. He didn't fall and rode off to the right and met up with two other people. They were making "Oh!" noises and what not and high fives went around. That's all I remember.

When i first woke up, i remembered this dream very clearly. But i was late for class and couldn't write it down. So now it's more like a dream fragment.

Me, and some DC were talking with this guy who had on a leather jacket, and this yellow shirt under it. The yellow shirt had a red design of the baphomet on it. . .So immediately i was a little thrown off by that, but in the dream world everything is "normal".

The three of us just talked for a while, and i asked him about his shirt, and he admitted to being a satanist. But he seemed really cool in the dream....

Weird...

27.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had these dreams very early in the morning (~4:50-5AM all the way before I woke up from the alarm clock at 7AM). I actually slept the day before at around 6PM, and woke up at 12AM, so that messed up my sleeping since I only wanted to take an hour nap at 6PM.

Anyway, the last dream is the one that pissed me off the most, because there were things that were extremely abnormal, and it was pretty realistic, at least at the Night time setting it had

Dream 1: Posting Photos of me IRL and receiving comments from others.

Apparently I posted a few IRL pictures of me at some party onto a forum, probably in Dreamviews (that's weird, I never been to parties here in college), and one person told me that he got several comments (turned out to be a lot instead )from people he knew from other forums about those pictures.

I can't remember what they said though, there were too many posts in fact for me to read them all. But I remember one photo was one of those self taken ones, where you can obviously see one arm was extended from above to get a shot of me. The quality of the photo looked pretty good too, I could see the glare on my eyes and small facial hair (but very small).

I think I was trying to explain what happened at the party in the other photos, then I'm suddenly in the experience that one of the photos captured. I'm inside this random room, and the DC that I can recall the most from was this blonde in front of me who spoke a language I could not understand.

(This picture below oddly resembles her, she had a slightly square chin like the one below, but she was a bit older than this one).


I was probably 3 inches from this woman, and her eyes are looking up towards mine (she's slightly shorter than me by a few inches).

I ignore her because the stare looked like what anyone would do when they see someone new inside the room I guess, then I go somewhere else in this room full of DCs. I tried going one way, but it was blocked by another.

Then I find a place to sit, but there are too many DCs to even sit on. One DC in front looked like my mother, but she was sitting near the edgiest edge of the fairly wide couch others were sitting on.

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 2: Science Lecture Night Class, Annoying Sound, Slutty Housewife

I was inside a lecture class at Texas A&M. It seemed to be a night class (I don't have any classes at night that start from 7-9pm) and it looked like it was a Chemistry Course as well. While the instructor, who was a male that was fairly huge in weight was talking about things I don't remember, there's this annoying sound coming from the wall.

It wasn't too loud, and everyone else in the room probably didn't hear it, but then it got louder and louder. From where I was sitting in this lecture class, I could see a small rectangular hole going vertical on the wall the sound was coming from. I peek through the hole and see one or two DCs that I know of in real life.



Let's call one "Tim" since he resembled the guy from the Tennis Team I was in at Cypress Lakes High School when I was Sophomore and Junior there.

The lecturer, whose features that become more apparent to me, was wearing a huge dark shirt to probably conceal the bad parts of his stomach (again he was fairly huge). He had brown or black hair that was pretty well groomed and looked very smooth.

He said in response to the annoying sound that he will take attendance really quick, and will give one of the loudest yell he could give at the room or hallway the sound was coming from. I'm guessing he was trying to suppress his rage until he was done taking attendance and getting out of the room.

I think a dream fragment came from this dream, so I'll add it here: Basically the dream repeats with a different lecturer, and I tell him that the sound from the wall is just something they had to do and it's best to tolerate it. He agreed and was trying to read, but the sound made it too hard for me to understand what he was saying, and then the fragment fades....(now back to the main dream).

Then the dude from the room where the sound is coming from is screaming that someone jacked his car. Apparently he was doing something for them, and he forgot about his car keys, and he assumed that they stole it from him.

He started panicking on how his mother would freaking kill him if she found out about this.

Then all of a sudden, I'm being displayed a chat system (like an IRC) with a picture of an anime lady on the right in red hair I believe (or brown hair that was very close from being red).

(Kind of like the picture below, except she was on the right side, and she wasn't EVA either



Someone was typing to her hypothetical questions on what she would do if her son got the car given to him stolen. (which is apparently Tim's mother I'm assuming since this part started a few seconds after his panicking).

I can't remember what exactly what she said, in fact, I was paying attention to her while using my peripheral vision on the messages coming up on the left. She was one of those purple tank tops, or the tops that made a V-shape on the person's chest to emphasis on the cleavage.



She was wearing a skirt too, and it seemed she was on a bed sitting at the edge of it.

She looked like a "Rich Housewife" type of mother. She was smiling and had cellphone on her hand. It was a still picture, but it progressed to other still pictures of her in different positions later on.

So by now, I realized that when she's talking on the phone, her words are being transferred to the chatting system on the left. The last part of what she said that I remembered was something about not having much of a libido anymore.

(I'm not too sure if she said "Libido" or "Anima," but it if was "Anima," it would've been weirder because she's a female, not a male. So most likely the word was "Libido," but I still had some doubt about what she said since some of the text was a bit blurry to me.)

I think she was lying when she said she didn't have much a libido, because through the whole phone call, she's smiling, at least the picture of her on the right is smiling. Then the picture shows her fingering her vagina throughout the whole phone call.

This woman was wet down there, like she enjoyed being a liar and had some kind of fetish or something for phone talk. She had that devilish smirk on her face as if she did something immoral.

All I remember for that one.

Dream 3:

I'm outside near a place that resembles the area my Apartment is at near my University,and it's night time, or at least very early in the morning where it's still dark (2-4AM setting to it probably). I'm also in my underwear throughout this entire dream (until the dream scene changes)

As I'm walking towards my apartment (it's on the bottom section of the overall complex), I see this blonde DC when I get to the door to go into my apartment.

I couldn't get a good analysis on her face other than she probably wore mascara on her eyes and her hair seemed to be bleached, but still retained some blonde color to it.



I also see these brown ponies, maybe one to four overall, following this DC in this dark setting. There was one horse that came near the small patch of grass near my apartment, probably to eat from it.



At this point, I'm leaning against the curved sides on the wall looking at this blonde walk from the street. Then I realize the pony had to go back to her, and said to it "Hey!"

It looked at me quickly, and it looked so adorable when it responded to me by moving its head to my direction.

But I didn't want the blonde to see me for some odd reason, so I tried to shoo off the pony to go back to the female while trying to hide from the female at the same time.

It finally did, and the blonde turned around and realized it wasn't with the group, and I think she called it to come and it did.

Then the dream scene changes where there's this mini-bookstore conveniently placed in front of me, and there are DCs lining up to go into the store at night or early morning where it's still dark out. (This is probably a dream fragment that occurred after the blonde DC one).

I'm still in my underwear, and I'm holding two packs of stamps that had the color of red. It's those stamps you use to make a mark on a piece of paper or whatever. It even looked like those candle material stamps they used for scrolls too.



I stamp a random yellow piece of paper I believe, and I think after that, a DC in front of me was collecting these yellow papers that other DCs were giving to him as well. He faces me signaling if I'm done with the paper, but I probably said no and kept holding on to it.

That's all I remember for that dream and the dream fragment.

I WAS REALLY PISSED THAT I DIDN'T DO A RC when I met the blonde. .

-just a fragment-

I was dating my ex again or something, which was very weird. And I were at his house, where a girl from school was too. In my waking life I'm very close to her. I was spending much time with her in my dream, then something happened.. and my ex broke up with me ..again. The same way as in my waking life. Only with some extra weird details, such as crashing against the door and seeing a couch move from 2nd floor. It was a dark red couch.
I also dreamt of another breakup, but I wasn't involved. And that didn't happen in real life.. xD they are still together.
During the dream, I felt rather scared. I was sweating when I woke up.

Enteme.